Vickie's Dilemma
By DaveJ
Note: This story contains Female Desperation and Accidental
Wetting.
Vickie was beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable as she placed the deviled eggs onto the
picnic table at her family reunion. Her bladder was rapidly filling but she had already
decided that she would ignore it. She was the teenager designated to help the grown-ups
organize the tables and offerings and she was determined to complete her tasks. She was,
as all the other young ladies before her at these reunions, honored to take part in
setting the table. And, she was determined that nothing would interfere with her enjoyment
of these proceedings.
But now, she was instructed to place a dab of soft cheese on a thousand or so, she
thought, small crackers and arrange them in a fashionable manner on the table. While
carrying out this task Vickie wondered how she would avoid a wetting accident in case it
happened. But, she wasn't too desperate yet so she went about her chores in a relaxed
attitude. Yet the very fact that she had wondered about a wetting accident worried her
somewhat. Was her wondering an omen?
She had now been tugged over to one of the busy grills where hamburgers, hot dogs, and
pork chops were being grilled. Her assignment to the grills coincided perfectly with the
increased pressure in her bladder. Vickie had become desperate to relieve herself and at
the same time become excessively involved in the preparation of the day's meals, and
making an impression on her elders. Vickie was determined to keep her desperation a
secret, as she was sure that she would be able to relieve herself in a dignified manner a
little while later.
Vickie was dressed in overalls that were especially cut to the female form. There was a
bib and shoulder straps but the pants were snug and the hips were enclosed by a double row
of buttons on each side. The lack of a fly front made the overalls even more feminine. The
snugness of fit over her wonderful hips made sure that anyone who saw Vickie would know
immediately that she was a girl regardless of her dress. Under the bibs she wore a white
blouse and on her feet she wore deck shoes without socks. Before this day was over Vickie
would wonder what she should have worn that would have prevented her so much humiliation.
By now, she was turning burgers, dogs, and chops while cross-legged. Vickie's need to pee
at this time was mandatory. At the grill she was able to fidget, prance and when no one
was looking, she was able to grab herself in an effort to keep from wetting herself. But,
the need to attend the cooking and the fact that there were many looking on kept her from
holding herself and also kept her from fidgeting. She didn't want anyone to know how badly
she needed relief. Finally her aunt noticed her desperation.
"Vickie," said her aunt, "You don't have to put it off so long while
preparing the table. The initiation does not require you to wet yourself. Please, take
this opportunity to go to the bathroom." "I'll relieve you and you can go
anywhere you like. Please don't put it off any longer. None of us want to see you wet
yourself."
Vickie thanked her aunt and headed to the porta-potties about 100 yards away. To Vickie's
horror she noted that she could not walk fast and therefore may not reach the potties
before wetting herself. Her full bladder kept her slightly doubled over, while walking
with mincing steps. But, Vickie was determined to get to the toilet and relieve herself in
a normal fashion. She stood straight up and strode purposely to the porta-potties. Tears
were streaming down her face from the strain but she bravely trudged on.
Inside the nearest porta-potty, Vickie snapped off the two straps of her bibbed-overalls
and then backed up to the stool. She began to unbutton the right side of her stonewashed
bib-overalls. The buttons were not undoing with ease. Vickie was alternating between
grabbing herself and trying to unbutton her overalls. "Dear God," thought
Vickie, "what am I going to do? If I hold myself I don't wet. But, if I let go so I
can get my pants down I will wet all over myself. How can I get my pants down?"
In the meantime her crotch was getting pretty wet from dribbles and spurts. Vicki was
desperately holding her pee and losing.
Finally, in the porta-potty, Vickie decided quickly that she couldn't hold her pee any
longer. She was doubled up with both hands in her crotch. She swung her butt around to the
stool and sat on it whereupon she let go and lost all semblance of control. Vickie was now
peeing into a commode but her pee was going through her stone washed bib overalls leaving
a huge dark wet patch in the seat of her bib overalls. When Vickie finally stood up she
looked at her crotch and noticed that no evidence of her accident showed in the front of
her overalls. But, on inspection of her backside she saw nothing but drenching wetness.
Vickie now realized that she had wet herself like a little girl and that she could not
possibly hide her accident from others.
How to move around without showing her rear was Vickie's problem now. "I guess I may
just admit that I did indeed wet myself. After all, my backside is soaked, I am wet, I
also am humiliated."
DaveJ