Seeks Help

After Kendall was able to calm herself, she stripped off the piss soaked pants and panties. She found some wet wipes and cleaned herself the best she could. She ignored the knocking on her door as she pulled on a pair of yoga pants. She summoned her driver and waited.

When her driver arrived, she left, not talking to or making eye contact with anyone. She rode home and thought about what had happened. She thought about how she could have pissed herself like that in public. She had not felt the need to pee until just before she got to the end of the runway and then it hit her like a tsunami. She also wondered why she froze, but the biggest mystery was why she had an orgasm while she was humiliating herself in front of the cameras and audience. Even thinking about pissing herself in public was making her slightly aroused, much to her consternation.

When she arrived home, she was already getting texts from her sisters and mother. Somehow they had gotten word about what Kendall did. She ignored the texts. She showered, then dried off and wrapped herself in a plush robe. She got a bottle of white wine from her refrigerator and drank it on her patio.

Later, Kendall was able to get her mind off her runway humilation and went to sleep.

That night Kendall dreamt she was walking the runway again. This time she had on a very tight pair of tan suede pants and a black leather vest. As she walked to the end of the runway, she saw her sisters sitting in the audience at the end of the runway. Just like had happened in real life, Kendall pissed her pants in her dream. As she did so, she saw her sisters laughing at her and recording her with their cameras. Kendall was close to tears and her sisters were nearly bent over in laughter. Kendall ran off the runway.

Kendall woke up and discovered she had wet her bed. "What the fuck?!" she yelled out loud. She got up and showered again. She went to get dressed, and found it harder to get her panties on. They were fitting very tightly. She looked at herself in a full lenght mirror and it appeard her hips were wider. "The fuck?" She turned sideways, and it also appeared her butt was bigger. "HOW!" she yelled.

Kendall managed to squeeze into some yoga pants and put on a loose fitting white v-neck. She grabbed her keys and left. She went to a drive-thru coffee shop and got a large latte. She then went to a boutique in Beverly Hills. The attendant measured Kendall's butt and hips.

"Thirty-eight inches," said the woman assiting Kendall.

"Thirty-eight? I put on a...I mean...yesterday it was thirty-four!"

"Don't know what to tell you," said the woman, showing the measuring tape to Kendall.

Kendall did not know what to say, but she picked out some new panties and some designer jeans. She left the store wearing a new pair of bright purple french cut panties and a pair of faded skinny jeans. She finished her latte and bought an iced-tea from another shop.

Kendall was getting more texts and calls from her sisters, mom, the designer whose pants she pissed, and her agent, but she ignored them all. In her SUV, she entered an address, and drove to it, not quite aware of what she was doing or where she was going.

Kendall arrived at an apartment complex in a middle class neighborhood. She was not sure why she was there or where she was going, but she walked up to a door and knocked on it.

A young man opened the door. "Yes?"

Before Kendall could speak, she felt her bladder was full and she pissed herself again. "Oh god!" she said as she had another orgasm.