You feel the pressure in your bladder build, but are determined not to give these ruthless people the satisfaction of victory. You cross your legs and turn your attention back to the TV.
You watch for a while, the show ends, and ads start playing:
Is your plumbing not all you want? Does your shower not stay hot? Does your toilet-…" You cringe at the word. But, your resolve remains unshattered as you squeeze your legs together and grit your teeth.
"Yeah, do your worst." You mutter under your breath. The next show starts, and only a minute or two in - another ad plays:
"Splish! Splash!…"
That ad ends, and another plays. For what feels like an eternity, you sit on the sofa squeezing your legs together. Praying the stream won't start. Because you know: once it starts, it won't stop.
You squeeze your eyes shut as your last fibre of control snaps and you feel a wetness spread across your crotch. You desperately try to cut the stream - but it's no use. Your bowels empty into your diaper and you pull your legs up to your chest, hiding your face in your knees. Your eyes begin to water, "How could I lose control like that? And with all those people watching me." You say quietly as the tears begin to flow a bit faster.
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