Compassion & Contempt (Gravity Falls)
Why, oh why, did she have to get this bladder infection that close to the opera?
Pacifica had been asking herself that question for almost an hour now, as she sat anxiously in her seat, her legs crossed underneath her wide, fancy dress.
In fact she had been asking herself that question for the entire past week. Every time her bladder hurt; every time she got the sudden and urgent need to relieve herself right this second; every time her parents looked at her disapprovingly, as the girl kept asking for yet another bathroom break, not even a full hour after the last one... Every time that happened the blonde cursed out her own condition.
Fortunately for her, after a full week of this torture, her bladder had been slowly healing, her symptoms getting steadily better over time.
Unfortunately for her it had not fully healed up for the show. And the drinks, that she and her parents had shared with all the other rich folks around here, certainly were not helping.
The girl was seriously considering asking for yet another bathroom break, even if she would miss some of the opera as a result... but then she thought of her parents' reaction to all her previous bathroom breaks. How they had complained that Pacifica's constant urge to pee had just been a symptom of her infection and that, surely, she could hold it in a bit longer, until after the current event was over.
And sure enough, whenever the blonde had visited the toilet, she almost always had only peed out a little bit.
And so she held her mouth. And her pee.
Minutes passed. Her thighs shivered. The pressure between her legs kept suddenly intensifying and then weakening again in regular intervals. The blonde was completely lost in her own mind, not even paying attention to the show. She wondered when it would finally be over.
Again the pressure inside her intensified. Pacifica ignored the sensation, already used to these waves at this point. But instead of building up to a certain point and then going down again, her need kept rapidly rising up and up and up, until-
A silent gasp escaped her lips, as a scalding jet of pee shot out of her, quickly followed by a slight burning sensation. She immediately froze up and clamped down hard on her muscles, but the damage was already done.
Her panties were saturated by the pee, wetly clinging to her crotch. Without a doubt enough had leaked through her underwear to stain her dress and possibly the seat below. Pacifica blushed violently.
Crap, how was she gonna explain this to her parents?! Once they saw the stain, they would get mad at her, for sure! And, oh, what should she do now?
A shiver went through her entire body, starting from her toes and racing all the way up to her head, as another wave immediately build up inside of her. Pressing her eyes closed in desperation, she tried to fight it down, to not let her dam break a second time.
Surprisingly it worked. But that still left her with her original problem. What should she do about her dress? About her bladder? If she got out of her seat now, her parents would just start asking uncomfortable questions and judging her again. And if anyone saw the damp, yellow stain on her butt, it was all over.
The blonde kept hesitating and debating over this for a long time. Too long. Before she could make up her mind, a third wave struck her bladder.
This time she wasn't so lucky. Hot, burning pee flowed out of her again, drenching her seat and making her entire butt wet. Pacifica panicked, while she fought with a violent quiver to close down her floodgates. Her stream stopped. Then, after a second, resumed again. Then stopped again. Finally, with a last sputter, she cut it off entirely.
Not that it made much of a difference.
Tears of frustration and humiliation appeared in the blushing girl's eyes, as she sat in her own wet clothes. Now people would definitely notice her accident, as soon as she got off her seat. Ohhh, if only she had gone to the bathroom sooner!
Another violent shiver hit her, as her bladder kept loudly complaining, upset at being cut off so abruptly. The blonde thought about holding the rest of her pee in until after the show, but honestly, what was the point? Her seat and clothes were already ruined.
Still shivering she pressed her eyes closed and, against her own decency, relinquished all hold on her muscles.
For a second or two nothing happened. Then a small stream flowed out, quickly rising in intensity. Her crotch grew hot. Her butt grew hot. Her entrance burned. Pacifica winced.
But soon the burning slowly lessened, giving way to relief. The girl tried to relax her muscles; tried to imagine that she was just sitting on her toilet at home, emptying herself into the big bowl, instead of into the expensive, red seat cushions.
Faint dripping could suddenly be heard.
The girl's eyes flew open again, her pupils feverishly fixating on her parents, afraid that they would hear it. But to her immense relief, her parents were fully focused on the show, on the sound of the music.
With a sigh Pacifica sat back in her seat and emptied the rest of her aching bladder.
It didn't take long until some people nearby, including her father, noticed the odd smell and commented on it. Pacifica just played dumb, grateful for the fact that the room was too dark to see her wet clothes. At least for now she was spared the shame...
The show continued. Pacifica relaxed in her seat. Her pee grew slowly damp and cold. Eventually the urge to go returned to her weak bladder. The girl pissed again, reheating her seat. She sighed in contentment. She dreaded the end of the show.
Until said end arrived she continued to pee into her seat, even when nothing more than a few drops came out, taking full advantage of the situation and trying to relieve her irritated bladder.
But soon, very soon, she had to face the consequences of her actions.
"Unacceptable!! This is not how I and your mother raised you!"
Pacifica wanted to cry. She almost did cry, her eyes growing dangerously wet. The girl was standing in the busy hallway of the opera, her burning head hung low and her wet butt and dress proudly at display for everyone to gawk at. And everyone did look, no thanks to her dad and his booming and agitated voice.
"Peeing yourself like a child... Don't you have any manners?! You are a Northwest, for god's sake!"
"I'm sorry..." Her voice came out broken, ashamed.
"Sorry isn't going to cut it, missy. You brought great shame upon your-... upon our name, today. And in front of all my colleagues, to boot! I mean, why didn't you just go to the bathroom in time?!"
Because you and mom would've chewed me out about that, too, Pacifica wanted to say. She wisely didn't.
"Either way you can expect some disciplinary measures, once we're back home. Do you understand me, Pacifica?"
"Yes..."
"What was that?"
"Yes, father."
And now the tears were finally falling. The blonde girl closed her eyes in misery. She wanted to disappear forever.
"Ah!"
Just that. Just this one cry, this one sudden spasm in her bladder, was the only warning she got, before her body let go. Pacifica looked down in horror at the growing puddle beneath her, at the powerful stream breaking through her clothes and at the way her pee ruined the couch and the floor underneath.
Oh no... Nononono. Please, god, no!
Memories of the opera came back to her; of the humiliation, the scolding, the punishment afterwards...
No. Not again!
Mabel and Dipper looked at her with wide and shocked eyes, the game controllers in their hands completely forgotten. Great. The blonde was actually trying to be nice, for once, by hanging out with the twins and now her poor bladder control was ruining their videogame. Just great.
Tears gathered in her eyes again and she quickly blinked them away, not wanting to appear vulnerable in front of the twins.
Though she kind of already was, what with her wetting herself... Damn it...!
"Hey, it's-... it's alright." Dipper quickly tried to console the peeing girl, sensing her distress. "It happens. Nothing to be ashamed about."
Mabel was quick to join in.
"Yeah, totally! I mean, you should've seen us in our younger years. We had our fair share of stupid accidents, too. Like Dipper, when he was in third grade and walking this one dog and-"
"Too much information, Mabel."
"No, it's not alright!" The blonde tried to argue, shivering as her stream finally came to an end. "This, this, is not me! I don't normally do that and I shouldn't do that! I'm a Northwest, after all! It's all because of that stupid bladder infection and because I was too afraid to just ask to use your toilet and just-... just-"
She fumbled around for words, angry and humiliated and hating herself. Finally she got up from the couch, her pants dripping onto the floor. This was so humiliating... She should just leave while she could and get back home to change.
But... she might run into her parents and get chewed out again...
Pacifica bit her lip.
"...Why were you too afraid to ask for a bathroom break?" Mabel's voice; curious, but sympathetic. Her brother chimed in, too.
"Yeah, it's not a big deal, after all. We would have let you use the bathroom, no problem."
Pacifica's mouth was faster than her brain, already muttering, before she could change her mind.
"My parents wouldn't. They-... They've been upset with me and my constant bathroom breaks, lately. They say that I'm interrupting their schedule..."
That caused the twins' expressions to change, worry and understanding blooming in their eyes. Dipper huffed and crossed his arms.
"Wow, great A+ parenting right there, if you ask me..."
Silence reigned over the young teens for a while... until Mabel suddenly got up and ran up to her room. When she came back down, she was carrying a large bundle of her own clothes.
"I got it! Here, you can change out your clothes for some of mine and then you can just say that your original clothes got ruined by some adventure of ours, or something."
"Mabel, that's a great idea!"
"I don't know... My parents might not even fall for that. They might just suspect what's up..."
But Mabel had a solution for that, too.
"Then me and Dipper will just change out our clothes and come with you, as well. And maybe put some mud and sticks into our hair. You know, to make it more believable. Surely your parents will have to believe us then."
"Yeah, definitely! And don't worry, Pacifica, it's alright. Your secret is safe with us."
The twins were smiling at her now, so full of understanding and encouragement... and with zero judgement in their eyes. Pacifica had to suppress a relieved smile herself, at this unexpected display of kindness. She shrugged her own embarrassment off, quickly falling back into her usual persona.
"Alright, you dorks, I'll give it a try. But you better not give me any of your ugly or weird clothes, Mabel!"