Becky doesn’t make it

Becky stood in the corner, sniffling while the others sat down and watched, talking amongst themselves. They all seemed to forget that Becky Becky as even there. Becky didn’t dare move from the corner. Not even when it felt like it had definitely been an hour as she helpless clamped her legs together, trying to hold on.

“I can’t believe Becky is just a big ol baby,” Dani said. “To think she intimidated me for so long.”

“Look at those itty bitty mosquito bites,” Miranda grinned. “Those little mounds and bald pussy make her look like a child.”

All of a sudden amidst the conversation, Becky lost control of her bladder. With her legs clamped, she felt urine start to trickle down her legs. Becky froze. She prayed they wouldn’t see, that they somehow wouldn’t know.

“Ew, what’s that smell?” Chris asked. “It smells like…”

“Oh my God…” Angel said as she immediately stood up. “REBECCA ROBERTS! Are you pissing yourself?!”

Becky’s eyes widened as she was spun around. Her legs were covered in pee down to her feet, a puddle was under where she stood. Becky whimpered. “P-please…”

“Oh my God, why didn’t say something?” Dani said.

“I…”

“Get upstairs!” Angel yelled.

“Wait!” Dani said. “We can’t have her tracking urine all over the house.”

“Then where can we wash her?” Angel asked.