On The Road Again - Chapter 43

The signals from Jill’s bladder came faster than she expected. She knew that drinking as much as she did in such a short period would likely force her body to flush it through fast, but not that fast. Within 30 minutes, she started to feel her bladder fill, and the pressure quickly became uncomfortable.

Jill crossed her legs and shifted in her seat. ‘This was a bad idea,’ she thought. ‘Holding sucks; at least with the diaper, I could just pee whenever.’

Carmen looked dead ahead at the road, but Jill could tell she was getting tired. They were an hour and a half from home, but they were driving in the dead of night, and Jill began questioning if they would have to stop.

“Are you okay?” Jill asked.

“What do you mean?” Carmen countered. “Of course I’m okay.”

“I mean, are you tired? Do we need to stop?”

“We don’t need to stop. I’m not tired.  The sooner we get home, the sooner we can sort out your schooling.”

Jill rolled her eyes, wondering why she even asked. Her bladder was now sending constant signals of pain and discomfort to her brain, and the bloated feeling she had in her tummy was now transitioning to her bladder. It was an uncomfortable feeling but also a somewhat arousing feeling. Jill’s brain quickly associated the pleasure she felt while having a full bladder with Isla to any time she had a full bladder, and she couldn’t help but wonder what Isla would think of what she was doing right now.

‘She’d probably be so freaked,’ Jill thought and chuckled to herself. ‘But god would she love it.’

“You don’t need to stop, right? You’re still good?” Carmen asked Jill, and Jill raised an eyebrow.

“Of course I’m good; why do you ask?”

“Well, now you’ve got me nervous about you peeing everywhere,” Carmen confessed.

“Oh? But you were so certain I could hold it if I peed at the gas station!” Jill replied.

“Yes, I know what I said, and I still stand by it. I just…I don’t trust you right now,” Carmen said.

“You seem to have a lot of trust in my bladder,” Jill replied snarkily.

“I have more trust in your bladder’s ability to function than I do in your ability not to act up,” Carmen snapped back.

“I told you, I’m going to hold it as long as I can!” Jill said, with an infection of joy that Carmen, in her sleepiness, managed to ignore.

Jill’s legs were crossed as tight as they could. Her leg bounced with anxiety, and her hands were both plunged deep between her legs. If Carmen decided to look over, Jill’s body language would be enough to let her know that Jill was desperate, despite peeing at the gas station.

The pressure continued to build, and Jill’s bladder was filled to its absolute limit. Jill bit her lip and closed her eyes, knowing the leaks were close.

‘How do I do this?’ Jill thought, ‘What do I say?’

Finally, Jill looked over to her mom and shyly said, “Mom?”

“What?” Carmen sighed.

“I…have to pee,” Jill said.

Carmen laughed. “Ha! Yeah, right. Good one.”

“No, Mom, I’m serious; I’m really holding it, but….”

Carmen finally looked over to Jill, read her body language and the discomfort on her face, and knew Jill couldn’t be lying. “How in God’s name do you need to pee already? I didn’t see you drink anything!”

“No, you didn’t….” Jill replied. Carmen scowled for a moment before catching what Jill meant.

“You drank something when I was in the bathroom. You little brat!” Carmen replied, furious.

“I was thirsty!” Jill added.

“Well, this is good. If you’ve been having accidents, it’s probably because you’ve been going to the toilet too soon after feeling the need. It will probably be good for you to hold it for a little while.”

“How long is a little while?” Jill asked, feeling a little dribble of warmth escape into her panties.

“Like 20, 25 minutes? Until the next gas station,” Carmen explained. Jill knew that was too long.

“Mom, I’m seriously trying, but-” Jill cut herself off and gasped as a spurt of hot piss exploded into the dampened cloth panties.

“You’re not,” Carmen asked, like a warning.

“I promise you I’m trying-” Jill tried to say, but it was too late. There was no more drawn-out leakage from her bladder; it had completely given up already. The floodgates were open, and no amount of clenching could stop the flow. Warm pee hissed against Jill’s sweatpants and started pooling in the car seat.

Suddenly, Carmen slammed on the breaks and pulled over, then pushed Jill out of the car. Jill got out quickly, still peeing, and didn’t bother pulling down her pants. Carmen watched as her adult daughter lost control over her bladder on the side of the highway, a waterfall of piss running down her legs and onto the pavement.

It was a long time before Jill finished peeing, and at the end, she was pushing out whatever was still left just to ensure she got everything out into her pants. Carmen could hardly believe her eyes.

“How in god’s green earth did you still have that much pee in you?” She asked. Jill shrugged. “Well,” Carmen continued. “Take off those pants and get into the back seat. I’m so fed up with you.”

Jill did what she was told, this time feeling less pride in her rebellion. There was something different about humiliating herself by wetting her pants, especially in front of her mother. And she was also stunned at how quickly she went from drinking to losing control. But Jill had solidified her point, and even if she didn’t know what her desired outcome was, she didn’t regret it.

As Jill sat in the back seat, now completely nude from the waist down and digging through her suitcase for something to put on, Carmen made her final threat.

“That’s it, Jill. I was thinking about the camp, but after driving a while, I thought maybe it was too harsh. You’re a strong Mother, Carmen; you can fix her on your own. Get her back on track and on her way to school. But now I know you’ll never listen to me. You need a firmer hand.”

“What are you even going on about? You mentioned this earlier, and it made no sense.” Jill asked, finally pulling a pair of booty shorts over her bare bottom.

“It’s a camp, a farm, actually, for troubled youth, like you. Usually, they don’t accept kids over 17, but I know the counsellor there, and once I explain your situation, I’m sure they wouldn't oppose,” Carmen explained.

“You can’t be serious,” Jill replied. “I’m an adult. Surely I can’t be forced into that.”

“I’m dead serious, Jill,” Carmen said sternly. “And if all goes well, you’ll be on your way there in the next evening.”