depraved, but correct

What should I do?

Went out with some friends and when I came home I saw myself in the mirror.. I really can’t hide it anymore, can I?🐷

I was in bed, woke up early with the fear and started scrolling and trying to ignore the queasy feeling growing in my stomach. But, every smell and sound was soo intense, someone outside was mowing the lawn and the scent of freshly cut grass even turned my stomach.

I had the TV on too, and zoned out while I wrapped myself around a pillow. I could feel the pressure building in my stomach, bringing up whatever was left of pints and wine (why did I mix drinks? why did I smoke so much?). I had just hit record to complain about my queasy belly when my mouth started to water, and a sour taste overwhelmed me.

I pulled the bag open as quickly as I could, struggling with my gags getting more and more productive. The first time I gagged for real, a tiny, spitty gush of vomit landed on my arm as I tried to get the bag under my mouth in time (that little “oh”).

After the first gag, it started to come up more easily. I was half- sat up in bed, pillow still bunched between my legs, so it took some effort to get everything up from that position…. But it felt really good to ride the pillow while I brought up little hot mouthfuls of sick. I knew I wasn’t done yet, but I needed a break. I laid there and drifted into a weird fitful nap still holding the bag.

I managed to make it home, I have no idea how but I was still fairly competent like I remember it all, stumbling down the street starting to feel a little nauseous. I jumped in a cab and then as soon as I got home, the motion sickness plus the sugary drinks were working together… my stomach was starting to feel so queasy, turning and when I got to the door I burped very suddenly. I basically ran up the stairs and stripped on the way to the bathroom, my mouth was watering so hard and fizz was splashing up into my mouth. I barely made it into the bathroom in time and it was coming up. I managed to get some recorded after the very first wave, where I almost didn’t make it to the toilet … we hadn’t eaten in hours so it was just, endless booze coming up in fizzy mouthfuls. The first ones were still cold, too.

They just keep shrinking. I don’t know why

-Trying to squirm subtly because they’re right next to the driver, bouncing slightly in the seat, adjusting position, shaking their legs.

-Someone trying really hard not to grab their crotch because it’s embarrasing and makes it obvious they need to go, but at a bad spasm they’re forced to. The driver notices and asks them if they need to go to which they either shyly admit feeling silly they had to be asked like a child or shake their head and look even more like a child denying they need to go when they clearly do.

-Someone waiting until they’ve already dribbled to ask for a rest stop. The driver says sure there’s one in fifteen minutes, but they’ve waited so long already they wet themselves after ten. 

-Alternatively, never asking for a rest stop and slowly leaking the whole journey. They never fully lose control but by the time they’re at their destination they’ve leaked enough that there’s a wet patch on their pants and seat, and they don’t want to get up because then the driver and other passengers will know what’s happened.

-The pee making a puddle on a leather seat and running over the edge or soaking into a cloth seat making a big wet patch

-Someone making it to the rest stop and running in only to lose it before they can undo their belt and being forced to walk back to the car in soaked pants. 

You try and hold on, wriggling and writhing amongst the bedsheets and pillows while pee sloshes around inside you, your face hot as the girls watch you, never really looking away. They clock every little sound that escapes you and tease you whenever you shift your hips or rub your legs together, dying to go, like 'look at them, they can't stop squirming! How pathetic, clutching yourself like a little kid trying not to go potty in their jammies, isn't that right? Baby can't hold in their wee-wee?'

The more they tease the harder it is to hold, and you start pleading please, please can they let you go? you have to go so bad, there's an ocean of piss building inside you, you need the bathroom now! You bob in place and whimper as they laugh at you, refusing to let you leave the room, pressing on your bladder, whispering to each other and giggling at the frantic state you're in, giving you little tickles that make your bladder tingle.