Of Panties and Pacifiers (Chapter 10) (Patreon)

Chloe finally pushed her way into the bathroom door and found something shocking! The toilet seat was taped shut! By at least 30 different pieces of duct tape! She knew that some of the other models liked to play pranks on each other, but never had she ever discovered one at such a terrible time!

She tried lifting the toilet seat up anyways, but she wasn’t strong enough to break so many pieces of tape at once. Panicking, she tried to lift it a few more times, putting more strength behind it with every attempt before gasping as she felt a small squirt of warmth shoot into her panties. Panties that weren’t even hers! She was just modeling them...

Realizing that she was truly almost out of time, Chloe didn’t even bother to shut the bathroom door as she knelt down in front of the toilet (Pausing for a second with a small groan because of how painful bending her knees felt on her bladder.) and started tearing away pieces of tape as fast as she could. She tried to do multiple pieces at once, but in her extremely desperate state it was hard to focus and hard to think straight.

She felt a much more obvious and major squirt of warmth into her panties when she had about 15 pieces left on the toilet seat. Even if she made it now, she was going to have to walk back with a very large wet spot on the back of her panties!

Chloe whimpered and kept pulling, finding that doing each piece one at a time was slower, but in the long run worked much more efficiently. She was so close to salvation now. So close to being able to let her bladder release safely.

6 pieces left...

Rip...

5 pieces left...

Rip...

4 pieces left...

Rip...

3 pieces left...

Rip...

Chloe gasped loudly as she felt a strong gush of urine squirt out of her, absolutely making the wet spot between her legs much bigger. She instinctively got to her feet, desperately bouncing from foot to foot as she whimpered, wishing she could use her hands to hold herself but not wanting to put her fingers on her already pee stained undies.

She only had two pieces left! All she had to do was...

And then it was too late.

Chloe let out another, much more shocked cry as she felt the dam that was her overstrained bladder break for good and flood the $52 Chanel panties she had been modeling! As she stood there, the door still wide open, poor Chloe whined as she couldn’t stand it anymore; a rush of warmth flowing into her underwear and quickly soaking them completely and dripping down her legs to soak into her fuzzy socks and eventually spilling out into a pool of urine around her feet. Once her accident had officially started, there was nothing she could do to stop it until it was done.

She peed herself for a solid 25 seconds in complete shock, at least until her bladder was finally completely empty, leaving a horribly embarrassed and sniffling girl standing in her own urine wondering how she could have let herself do something so ridiculously childish despite the “prank” that had been pulled by one of the other models.

She quickly shut and locked the bathroom door. What the hell was she going to do now? She couldn’t go back to the crew to get changed. Where could she find some clothes?

In the moment, as she thought about her predicament, feeling more pathetic than she could have even imagined, she couldn’t help but feel like Brook...

Brook! That was it!

This was the floor the girl usually worked on! The girls were assigned lockers on the floors they worked on most often. Chloe knew she had to have spare things in her locker on this floor! All she needed to do was get to it.

After cleaning herself up as much as she was able to, Chloe poked her head out of the bathroom and listened close for the sound of anyone coming. When she heard nothing, the wet panty wearing model tip-toed down the hallway until she found the locker room; quickly opening up the one marked ‘Brook’.

“Thank god...” Chloe said as she found one set of clothes hanging in the locker. Looking closer though, she found something else that made her blush hard given her current predicament. It was a diaper. A couple of them actually. The cutsie baby variety.

Brook must have stashed a few spares in here to hide them after Chloe had made her bring some to work for ‘just in case’ which is what she’d said to tease her. Chloe looked deeper, but found no trace of any other type of underwear except for the diapers.

Chloe cringed over what she was considering, but even though she completely hated the idea, all she could hear was her own words in her mind. Words she’d said to Brook on at least a dozen occasions by now,

“Little girls who wet themselves, belong in diapers.”

Maybe she deserved what she was about to do...
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This story was written by Zander Chesney

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