Delivery to go (Puella Magi Madoka Magica)
Those darn traffic jams! They always had to hit at the worst of times. Junko grit her teeth in frustration, as she reluctantly succumbed to her current fate: The fate of being stuck on this road for the next half hour. Possibly longer, if she was really unlucky. And all because some idiot didn't know how to properly drive and caused a minor accident...
Her gaze went over to the plastic shopping bag, right next to her. Thankfully she hadn't bought too many groceries. At least nothing that had to be put in a freezer, so she was safe in that regard.
What wasn't safe though was her bladder. Oh, she should've known not to drink that coffee to go! And those few glasses of water. And whatever else they had served her at that meeting...
"Come on...!" She whispered to herself, urging the traffic to move forward, if only a little bit. But the cars weren't going to move and her bladder wasn't going to stop hurting, not until she had finally emptied it.
A shudder went through her entire body and she longingly stared out the window, to some trees and bushes nearby. But the police was patrolling the area, so that option was firmly out of the question. And even if it wasn't, peeing in public, that close to the road, just wouldn't do. Junko had more tact than that. Not to mention the risk of any of her coworkers seeing that...
That only left the option to wait and so she did. She waited... and waited... and waited...
...until that option suddenly wasn't available anymore.
It happened very suddenly. She had just been sitting there, cross-legged and trying to distract herself with the radio, when she noticed a warm dampness quickly spreading in her crotch. Junko flushed and immediately grabbed herself between her legs, checking the damage.
To her infinite relief, she had only leaked a bit and the damage was mostly focused on her underwear. But the fact that she was already leaking meant that she didn't have much time left. With a desperate expression, she looked out to the traffic in front of her. Yep. Still not moving any time soon.
A groan escaped her, right as another urgent wave of need hit her bladder. She wasn't gonna make it. She knew that now.
Feeling defeated, and also ashamed, she slowly, reluctantly uncrossed her legs, ready to just let go right then and there, cost of cleaning the seat be damned. Well, at least she would be finally feeling relief...
But wait! A sudden idea came to her mind and the woman immediately crossed her legs again, clamping down hard on her lower muscles, just as her bladder had opened up. A short, scalding jet of pee escaped, saturating her panties and staining the seat below.
A violent shiver went over the woman, as she fought a vicious battle against her own body. Finally, after a few seconds, she regained full control and was able to breathe again.
She knew that this little reprieve was only temporary. Any minute now, she would lose that little victory and fully wet herself. Before that could happen though, she quickly got to work, emptying the shopping bag right next to her with shaking hands.
Once the plastic bag was completely empty, and Junko had checked its durability, she hurriedly stripped her shoes, pantyhose and panties off, all the while making sure to be as discreet as possible, so that people from the outside couldn't easily see what she was doing.
Unlocking her seatbelt first, she scooted forward, until she was sitting on the very edge of her seat, the plastic bag held awkwardly open underneath her.
God, what was she even doing?
This had to be the most stupidest and embarrassing thing she ever did and that included all her drunk antics, after drinking with her coworkers!
But before she could change her mind in any way, her overstressed bladder made the decision for her. A sudden, single, uncontrollable spurt shot out of her, loudly splattering into the bag below. Junko let out a loud gasp of surprise, bracing herself for more.
At first, her bladder kind of sputtered, letting out a couple individual spurts; but very soon, a strong, uninterrupted torrent burst out of her, filling up the bag. Junko allowed herself a loud groan of relief, despite herself, as the tension finally left her body and the car was filled with the loud sounds of hissing and splattering.
She must have drunk way more, than initially expected, cause the bag grew heavier and heavier in her hands, her pee splashing all over the inside and even hitting her fingers. It wasn't a very big bag and the woman kind of feared, that it might overflow, before she was finished.
Lord knows she couldn't stop her pissing, even if she wanted to... which she really didn't. Not when it felt so liberating.
In the end, she was worrying over nothing. Her stream gradually slowed down on its own and died off completely, leaving the bag more than halfway full with hot, yellow urine.
Junko regarded the bag with a sceptical look. What now? Obviously she couldn't just put the bag down somewhere, it would spill completely. So she hooked her left arm through both handles on the bag, holding it up, while she used her right hand to awkwardly dress herself again and to readjust her seatbelt.
Feeling pleasantly empty, and with the bag hanging from her arm the entire time, she made the long drive back home, once the traffic jam finally cleared up. Thankfully she didn't run into any police officers, eager to lecture her on the dangers of driving, while carrying a heavy bag on her arm.
She did, however, run into her husband back home, who kept asking her about her long delay and about the suspicious bag.
They both had a good laugh about it, after Junko recounted her tale.