Flower Girl (Part 2) (Patreon)

Part 2 of the series ordered by Devon, winner of this month's contest!
A picture provided by A Honey Moss accompanies this story, make sure to check it out as well as his Tumblr: ahoneymoss.tumblr.com

The Accident

Robyn walked down the hall to the tiny bathroom that only feature a toilet and a sink. She actually had to turn around before stepping through the door because it would’ve been difficult, almost impossible to do so inside the small room with her puffy dress. She closed the door behind her and proceeded to try and lift up the dress in order to sit on the toilet.

After a few unsuccesful attempts, she realized that she would probably need to take off the whole thing before she’d be able to go. In a hurry, due to her increasing need to pee, she fumbled at the zipper behind her back. She was able to slide it down half-way when it got stuck.

The poor girl was now shaking, trying to hold it. She lifted the up part of her dress to try to take it off, but ended up in an even more dire predicament, with her head stuck inside the dress.

After a few minutes of shifting around she finally got her head out again, but wasn’t closer to her goal. She thought maybe she should call for help, especially because she was just about to prove them right and pee herself.

Would she prove them wrong by calling for help though? She’d prove she needed help, that’s for sure. Either she was screwed unless she could take that horrible piece of clothing off very soon.

2 minutes later she heard her mother call for her from the shop. 

Mother: Do you need help honey? It’s okay if you do, you know!

Robyn : I’m okay mom! I just...

She looked at herself, still not anywhere close to taking off the dress and now desperate to pee.

Robyn: Actually mom, can you come here a second?

She heard her mother’s footsteps getting closer down the hall. When she tried to open the door, it got stuck as there wasn’t enough space. Robyn had to take a step back all the way above the toilet to allow her mother to open it completely. Robyn felt her bladder was on the verge of exploding

Mother: Are you okay honey?

Robyn: Quick mom! I really need to go, I just can’t take this thing off... the zipper got stuck.

Mother: Now what did I tell you? You should’ve gotten to the bathroom before we left home, you always wait at the last minute. I’m not gonna be around to help you all night at the wedding, you’re gonna have to undo it yourself.

Robyn: Please mom can we talk about this later? I’m dying here! Plus I won’t wear that dress at the wedding that’s for sure! It’s impossible to take off.

Mother : Fine, let me see what I can do. Turn around.

Robyn tried to move but one again the bathroom was too small. Her mother had to take a step back for her to walk forward and turn around.

Mother: Wow that fly is really stuck, what did you do to it?

Robyn: Nothing! I just slid it down and it got stuck. Hurry please!

Mother: I am going as fast as I can, young lady, it’s not my fault you waited to long to ask for my help.

Robyn: I’m sorry mom, but I’m gonna wet myself if I don’t take that off soon.

Mother: It really is stuck, I don’t know what to do... Wait a sec I’m gonna ask for the saleswoman, maybe she can help you out.

Robyn: No mom! I need it off now!

Mother: I will only take a second sweetie, hold on!

Robyn started shaking furiously. She tugged at the dress as hard as she could but couldn’t take the damn thing off. Her mother came back with the saleswoman.

Saleswoman: Oh my, you poor thing, if you didn’t think you were capable of going to the bathroom on your own, you should’ve said so.

Robyn: Help me please, I... I.... Oh no. No no no!

It was too late. Her bladder gave in, suddenly releasing and flooding her panties. The dress was so puffy that it didn’t show at first, but then a puddle formed at her feet.

Saleswoman: What’s going on? Are you... Oh my Lord.

Mother: Robyn!! 

Poor Robyn had never been so humiliated in her life. She felt her cheeks redden, her face was hot as fire as tears fell down on her face. She couldn’t do anything, she was stuck in that tiny bathroom with no exit, wetting herself. She couldn’t run, she couldn’t hide.

Saleswoman: Ma’am, I’m sorry to say, but you’re gonna have to purchase that dress, I cannot sell it after your daughter has... had an accident in it.

Mother: Of course, of course, I’m gonna pay for the dress, don’t worry. I would like to apologize profusely on behalf of my daughter. It’s not the first time this kind of thing has happened and I think by now she should know better.

Robyn was completely silent. Stunned at what she had done. The smell of urine and the feeling of her soaked panties and dress were overwhelming.

The saleswomand helped Robyn take off the dress and she stood in the bathroom in just her bra and wet panties while her mother was out to get her clothes. 

She waited for five minutes before she heard a knock on the door, wondering what had been taking so long. When she opened the door, she realized her mother wasn’t holding her jeans, but her yellow t-shirt and... a diaper.

Robyn: No.

Mother: Robyn....

Robyn: No, no, NO! I am NOT putting this thing on!

Mother: You listen to me young lady. I don’t want you out and about without underwear on, it is not lady like. Now. There are several other customers in this store right now. Do you want them to see you get out of this bathroom in just your pee stinking underwear? Put this on and I’ll go grab your jeans, then we can leave. I already have to pay a small fortune for that ruined dress of yours, so don’t embarrass me now!

Without much of a choice, Robyn brabbed the T-Shirt and diaper from her mother’s hand.

Mother: Good girl. Now put it on and I’ll come back with your jeans.

She closed the door. Robyn looked at the diaper. It was a Pull-Up type, that you could slide on and off like regular underwear. She pulled down her damp panties and took them off. 

She took a deep breath and unfolded the Pull-Up, put her red sneakers-clad feet through the holes and slipped it on.

When her mother came back, she found an embarrassed young woman, blushing as she tried to hide her diaper with her hands.