The Grocery Store Accident

They ran their hands slowly along the many boxes of cookies on the store shelf before stopping suddenly and stepping back. Rainbow chocolate chip! They thought to themselves vibrating in anticipation as they reached up to pull multiple boxes from the shelf. As they spin down the aisle to look at all the other candies and chocolates, their bladders pressure reaches an unnoticed urgent point.

But all the candies and chocolates are too wonderful and they excitedly continue filling their basket with all the different flavours.

They bend down, to grab a big bag of Gummi worms, the freshness of the Gummi candy like a squishy bag of delicious joy applying additional force further straining their now overfull bladder and a sudden twitch jumps them back to an upright position with a hand tightly grasping around their crotch.

"Oh no, I gotta go pee," they say under their breath, scanning the aisle and hoping no one has noticed their urgent need.

They rush their basket of goodies to the front of the store, each step squeezing at the bladder, now dying for release. Their body stresses with the movements, the muscles cramping, a fight to hold in the urine.

They pause momentarily at the self checkouts, taking a deep breath as they quickly but methodically scan each of the items continuing to flex their muscles. They gently rock themselves to keep calm, focusing on the task to finish checking out and make it to the bathroom. "I can make it," they say softly under their breath, "just relax, breathe," which they follow up with another deep breath.

As they finally scan the last item and begin making their payment, their bladder fills more now, fighting back in protest. A very small gentle trickle of urine drips out, the few drops dampening the front of their underwear.

They buckle their knees and take another breath, trying to maintain their composure. As the payment completes, they rush off, ignoring their receipt, making a direct route to the bathroom.

With almost each step, a few small drips of urine leak further into their underwear at a slow and steady rate like a leaky faucet.

They look up to the sign pointing around the corner, "WASHROOM ->".

The sign glows like nothing they have ever seen before, as though it is beckoning the joyous release they are about to experience. Their pace increases, their feet squeaking upon the floor; they turn the corner, their bladder quivering in anticipation and their stomach cramping in fear.

Each step being completed with their knees buckled, and the mild dampness of their underwear slightly more noticeable. They reach toward the bathroom door, placing their hand upon the handle; the cooling steel flowing through their body like electricity. They sigh in relief as they turn the handle silently, thinking to themselves, "Finally, I made it."

As they push the door forward, a sinking feeling is immediately felt as the door tensions pushing back like a restrictive barrier.

Their bladder cries in pain, spilling a small stream of urine outward soaking through their underwear, slightly dampening their jeans.

Their hand grasps across their crotch again tightly, dropping their groceries to the floor beneath their feet, the dampness on the jeans clearly noticeable.

It's as though time stands still, while simultaneously everything is happening so fast. Their eyes draw upwards to the door drawn toward a small pink sign posted that reads

"OUT OF ORDER! Sorry for any inconvenience. "

A store clerk walks by, stopping and heads down the hall to assist, not fully realizing the situation "Oh, sorry, you'll need to use the bathroom in the back of the store, I can show you where..." the store clerk says, taking a few steps forward before suddenly stopping their sentence.

But it is no use. The clerk is too late, as they stand themselves upright, one hand bracing themselves against the door, another spurt of urine spills into their pants. "Oh no" they cry out gently, stressed in fear and glances up at the clerk "I'm so sorry" they say under their breath as another steady stream of urine starts with an involuntary trickle, further buckling their knees together as the muscles all spasm in their body in a mixed unison of relief and pain.

Within mere seconds, a loud hiss begins forming centered from their pants as they stay perfectly still bent over leaning toward the bathroom door. The urine quickly dampening both sides of their pants legs, spilling a pool of golden liquid upon the floor, drips and streams spilling from multiple creases of the jeans loudly splashing to the tiled floor below.

The liquid flows down the various creases of the tile floor, seeking the crevasses highlighting the slight lean to the floor.

The stream of urine spills endlessly from their pants for over a minute as they let out a loud involuntary sigh of relief, tears dripping into the largely spreading puddle below them. "I'm so sorry, I-I couldn't hold it," they speak again, a bit louder that the clerk could hear. As the trickle slows, the pants still dripping with the warm liquid they stand themselves upright, slightly unbalanced with a whirlwind of emotion as they step through the puddle, now covering a large portion of the floor. Noticing their grocery bag laying in the puddle, the paper bag still soaking up the liquid like a thirsty plant.

The clerk still slightly stunned steps forward and says, "It's okay, I'll get this cleaned up. We can get you a new bag as well." The clerk gestures outward toward the checkouts.

They look around, disoriented, face flushed with embarassment as they lift their bag out of the puddle and begin briskly heading toward the door, leaving a small trail of droplets behind them tracing their path.