L4D: No Bathrooms in the Bunker (Patreon)

With all the zombies outside and the world going through a post-apocalypse the safety of a bunker may have been welcome to most but Zoey almost wished she was outside. She couldn’t help but think the space was claustrophobic and small, especially since it was a single room. The other survivors milled around in the small concrete space, the room was only ten meters cubed and a fair bit of that space was taken up by bunks and the canned food stock on shelves.

She wanted to complain but her groans and grumbles were only compared to the gurgling sounds of her stomach and the crinkle of the plastic shell underneath her pants. Whatever canned food she’d eaten wasn’t sitting well. Her eyes flashed back and forth to everyone else around her, wondering if they could hear the sounds as loudly as she could.

Even worse was the impending cramps, the pressure in her gut was paired with an annoying twinge in her bladder. The liquid sloshed mercilessly, put there by her rampant guzzling of bottles of emergency water.

When the initial need to pee hit Zoey found herself circling the room, expecting to find a hidden bathroom or even a small chemical toilet. Panic quickly set in when she couldn’t find one. She circled again, hoping against hope that she was wrong.

On the third go around she even employed the help of Francis, despite her embarrassment given the subject matter.

“D-did you happen to see any sort of bathroom in here?” she asked, not even bothering with small talk giving a growing urgency. The gruff character only laughed, pushing himself up from the cot he’d claimed.

His search didn’t turn up anything either, dashing the last bit of hope Zoey had for relief in the bunker. Francis himself didn’t seem bothered in the slightest, striding confidently over to one corner of the room with a smile on his face.

Without another word, he unzipped his pants and let loose a torrent into the corner.

Zoey was shocked and stumbled away without a word. Almost a minute later the other survivor announced that that was the ‘piss corner’ for anybody who needed it.

While Zoey thought his solution repugnant, she was acutely aware that she needed to do more than pee and if she waited much longer the corner or the sole diaper around her waist might be her only option. While everyone might have been annoyed by a small acrid puddle, she hardly thought anything worse would earn her something short of expulsion from the bunker.

With little else to do, she sat on the cot, hoping rescue would come before her ability to suppress her need dissipated. After what felt like hours but only could have been a couple of minutes Zoey pushed herself up from the cot. Pacing the room was only a slight relief and left her to consider her last diaper.

The plush interior bunched between her legs, compressed by her thighs as she pushed them together in an attempt to reduce the obnoxious crinkling sound that filled the air. Zoey cringed, wishing that she’d sucked up her reservations about grabbing an extra pack just in case she’d been seen carrying it.

With her the pressure in her bladder even the individual steps were becoming too much, leading her back to her bunk. Once sitting she tried to relax and clear her mind of whatever reservations she had about wetting herself. She was out of options, so letting gg was her only option.

With a little constriction of her abdomen, Zoey felt a flow of urine start which she followed with a relieved sigh. Liquid soaked into the core of her diaper with a gentle hisssss and the warmth bloomed across the front. Zoey could feel the absorbent padding expanding between her legs, pushing up against her thighs. For a few seconds, she worried it might leak but when the wetness didn't make it past the leak guards she relaxed even more.

“Does anybody else hear that hissing?” somebody said behind her, causing the brunette survivor to tense up and stop the relieving flow.

She hadn’t even considered the sound. Even though her solution was better than peeing on the floor she couldn't help feeling embarrassed still. She got up and acted puzzled, pretending to listen while controlling her bladder muscles to release in short bursts.

In comparison to the relief she felt before letting out warm but short spurts into her padding while she wandered across the room was so much worse. She came to a stop at one end of the bunker, choosing to lean against a wall. Her position was entirely determined by what she knew she had to do next.

With just a slight bend to her knees, Zoey released a little of the pressure on her sphincter, letting loose a slow wave of heated mush into the back of her pants. The fetid heat of her accident was entirely different than the pleasant warmth of her pee, with a grimy mush making her cringe as she kept agonizing control over her sphincter muscles.

From her throat a low groan escaped, soft enough that nobody turned her way but loud enough for her to worry. She could feel the mass in her diaper straining against her pants as she slowly pushed out the last remnants of her mess.

No one turned in her direction or even seemed to notice the odd stance she’d taken against the wall, so confidently Zoey made her way back to her bunk. Passing one of the other survivors elicited another response she hadn’t expected.

“Ew god, did one of the infected get in here? Something reeks.”

She blushed a deep red, realizing that smell was her. She was faced with a brand new problem, how to dispose of the diaper she was wearing and where she might be able to get more. The nearest pharmacy was at least seven blocks away.

“....And I think it’s on the fourth floor of a mall.” Zoey groaned.