Of Desperation And Accidents

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

That's what people always kept saying and Madoka would certainly call this a desperate time, considering that right now the only thing standing between her and a bloody mess on the bathroom floor was a medium-sized towel pressed tightly into her crotch.
It had surprised her out of nowhere, this current period, starting almost a full week earlier than usual - and bleeding twice as hard than the last one. Her bedsheets, panties and pajama pants had already fallen victim to her flow during the night and now lay buried in the hamper.

That in and of itself wouldn't be so bad. Just some dirty clothes that needed to be washed. No biggie. The more urgent problem was that, right now, she couldn't find any sanitary pads. Madoka kept looking, over and over, in the same cabinet that they would usually be, but... nothing!
Did her mom take the last package of pads with her, when she went on that three day long business trip, and just forgot to leave some for her daughter? Her mom wasn't usually that forgetful and negligent... Or did Madoka just not look closely enough? Maybe they were hidden somewhere else?

Whatever the reason, she just couldn't find them. What the teen did find, however, were her little brother's emergency diapers... which Madoka had been staring at for the last three minutes now, the conflict clear on her face.
They were the wrong size, way too small to reach around her waist and function as a proper diaper... Yet too big for a pad... Not to mention utterly embarrassing, the way they would look on her... But they were absorbent and could theoretically still be worn as a pad, if she just stuffed one into her pants.

It was the only thing that Madoka had on hand. The only thing she could wear, while she visited the store to buy proper pads.
It would be uncomfortable and humiliating, for sure.

It was either this or sit on the toilet for however long, while waiting for her dad and little brother to return. She knew that her dad had planned to take little Tatsuya to the park and who knew how long it would take for them to return?
She didn't want to ask her dad to buy her sanitary pads for her. It felt... a bit embarrassing, to be quite honest.
She wanted even less to call him on his phone and beg him to return, ruining Tatsuya's fun park visit in the process.
But she also didn't want to wear those diapers...

She sat there for two full minutes, mulling it over and over in her head... long enough to feel the next flow of blood escape her, staining the towel even more. With a reluctant sigh Madoka made her decision...



Like expected, they did look embarassing on her.
Unable to fasten the diaper around her waist, or fit it into her panties at all, she had been forced to wear some short, stretchable and somewhat loosely-fitting pants, said diaper awkwardly shoved inside of them. This of course made her pants bulge out around her crotch and butt, making it quite visible just what exactly she was wearing underneath.
Madoka made the smart decision to wear a knee-length skirt right over her pants, then spent a frantic minute or two pushing and smoothing down the bulge, to hopefully make it less visible.
It... helped a little, at least, for what it was worth. So long as no one was directly looking down and observing, she should be fine.
...Hopefully.



When she finally left the house in a hurry, she felt utterly ridiculous, the way the giant piece of padding made walking into an awkward experience.
She felt shy, humiliated, even strangely naughty, like she was doing something scandalous and indecent... which, in a way, she supposed she kind of was.
Though she didn't have too much time to think about it, as she could already see the bus arrive in the distance. Not wanting to miss said bus - and be forced to stand around at the bus stop or, god forbid, walk all those streets in a diaper - the girl entered into a sprint, running up to the vehicle just as it had parked and opened its doors.

When she finally reached the door and jumped up the step, she found herself almost winded from the sudden cramp her lower muscles sent out in protest. It was a horribly familiar cramp, one that she was well acquainted with, but that was also way different from her usual period cramps.
Madoka froze, recognition blooming in her eyes... and then she noticed all the other symptoms that her body had been sending out all this time, since the moment she had woken up, but that her brain had simply been too distracted to properly register.
And as she gasped quietly in surprise and instinctively pressed her thighs closer together, to alleviate some of the pressure in her lower body, she had to face a horrible realization...

She had been in such a hurry all morning, right after waking up to all that blood... to quickly clean herself and then rush to the nearest store, to buy herself some pads... that she had completely foregone her usual morning routine... including her bathroom break.

Madoka felt the sudden and unfamiliar urge to cuss. Or scream. Or weep. But the doors had already closed behind her, the bus beginning to drive and there was no turning back now. No other option then to bear the pressure on her bladder, until she had completed her shopping trip.
Well, at least it was only a short drive. Only two more stops and she would be right in front of the-

The honk of a horn. A sudden shift in gravity. The world tipping over, onto its side.
Madoka could barely process what had happened, what was still happening, as the bus did a very sudden brake, to avoid collision with another car, that sent all of its standing passengers stumbling sideways. The pink-haired teen fell right into the arms of a tall, middle-aged businessman, who barely managed to catch her. Surprised, the teen looked up, meeting the man's equally surprised eyes and she breathed a quiet thank you to her savior.
...And then she gasped out loud, once she registered the warmth collecting in her crotch.

With rapidly warming cheeks and an almost inhuman speed, she snapped her legs closed and, without thinking, gave her savior a violent shove, in a desperate attempt to put some distance between them.
Madoka stumbled back a step, her arms fluttering wildly to prevent herself from landing on her own ass. The businessman also stumbled backwards, his shoulders colliding with the window. His breath left him in a sharp wooosh and even as he tried to find his footing again, he made sure to give the girl a hard, disapproving glare. Madoka couldn't blame him. In fact, she wanted to apologize.
But she... couldn't. All her muscles and brainpower were currently in use, struggling hard to prevent the little leak from turning into a full-on public accident. A violent shudder raced up her spine, visible enough to make the businessman pause. And when she rubbed her thighs together in urgency, the quiet crinkling noise of the diaper made the man blink as well and direct his gaze downward, toward the source of her trouble.
Madoka swallowed nervously, the heat in both her face and crotch intensifying, and she had to avert her eyes from the man in shame.

Instead, her gaze wandered aimlessly around and... Oh no... Three people were already glancing in her direction, at her embarrassing display. Did they notice the violent flush on her cheeks? The panic in her eyes? They must!
And if those people would let their gazes wander downward too, just a bit, they would also notice Madoka's hands, now fisting her bulging skirt in a white-knuckled death grip. And underneath her skirt... her violently trembling legs.
She couldn't completely stop the leak that had begun, no matter how hard she tried to clamp down. She could feel her desperation steadily dribbling out of her, hot and shameful, and she knew deep in her heart that the battle was already lost. How had her self-control slipped that fast? How had she not noticed in time just how full she still was?
Now... everyone... would see her wet herself... and there was nothing that she could do about it...

Right as she was trying to blink the freshly formed tears out of her eyes, she felt more warmth, this time around her arm. Looking up, she met the blurry face of the businessman, who was gently and discreetly tugging on her arm, urging her without words to step closer. Madoka didn't understand, her mind too much of a mess... but nevertheless, she hesitantly followed along, even as the few steps she took made her lose even more of her self-control. The dribbling immediately turned into a soft trickle, making Madoka look towards the ground, in the hope of avoiding everyone's gaze.

It was only when the man had dragged her into the very corner of the bus and then subtly positioned himself right in front of the teen, his back towards her, that Madoka realized what he was doing. He was trying to shield her from the other passengers with his large frame, to give her at least a little bit of privacy.
Madoka allowed herself a small smile of gratitude in his direction.

...And then, after being both literally and figuratively pushed into a corner, she just... let go.

Just as fast as her overburdened bladder had caught up to her, it seemed just as eager to empty itself. Even with the weight of multiple pair of eyes looking in her direction, it took the blushing teen no time at all to relax somewhat, to still the shaking in her legs and to allow the soft trickle between said legs to intensify into a steady stream. The teen sighed in relief, despite her embarrassment, and let her gaze wander outside the window. Maybe it would be easier to ignore the presence of her audience, if she focused her attention on the road and- Oh!

There was the store that Madoka needed to visit, zooming right past the window.
She had missed her bus stop.
And with how heavy her bladder felt, she would miss the next one or two, maybe three, as well. The teen let her shoulders slump in defeat and allowed nature to fully take its course. Not much else she could do.
At least the ache was finally ebbing away. Madoka could even admit that it felt somewhat nice. There was a strange and novel comfort, to just go into a diaper, to not have to worry about spillage and to feel the hot pee rapidly pool in her crotch, until-

Oh!

Well...... shit.
So much for the spillage.

She had known that the small size and awkward placement of the diaper could be a problem. She had known it back home and then completely forgotten about it. And now she was violently reminded of it, as the warmth in her crotch suddenly spilled over, flowing down the inside of her right leg.
A new kind of nervous tension gripped Madoka, one more awful than the previous one, and she held her breath in horrified anticipation. Were people still looking in her direction? Was her accident highly visible? She couldn't tell. She just hoped... prayed for the opposite.
Her gaze stayed glued to the window.

The driver announced the next bus stop. Madoka stayed rooted to the spot. Her stream continued on, steady and unwavering, like a dam being drained.
Her pee began to flow down the other leg, as well.
After taking a deep and calming breath, that didn't calm her in the slightest, she collected her nerves enough to glance downward.
What greeted her was the sight of her skirt, blocking a bit of her view thanks to the diaper bulging it out. Two shoes poked out underneath said skirt. And between those shoes... a puddle of water slowly spreading outward, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of dripping.

So. Highly visible. Madoka's gaze snapped forward once again, watching the road zip by without seeing anything at all.
A subdued splash could be heard. The businessman had raised one of his shoes, now wet, said shoe further dripping into the growing puddle and providing more acoustic proof of Madoka's shame.
There was no way that half of this bus wasn't aware of what was going on, by now.

Paranoia filled her, squirming deep inside her guts and making all her lower muscles clamp up and lock in place. This immediately lessened the force of her release back into a trickle, despite her bladder not being near empty yet. And despite Madoka now pushing, desperate to force it all out, to just get it over with already, it stayed a trickle.
Her eyes grew more wet.

Was this how Tatsuya felt, every time her little brother had an accident in public? The eyes on him, the embarrassment, the sudden urge to cry, the inability to stop his own peeing and the feeling of utter helplessness that came with it.
Madoka was too old to remember how it had been for her, back when she had been Tatsuya's age. Though she could make a pretty good guess now, stuck here in that corner.
She suddenly wanted her parents. To just... come and comfort her. Tell her that it was okay.

Oh, please, let this be okay!

Now the tears did spill over, right as her trickle broke off for good, leaving a feeling of emptiness behind. Madoka pushed a few more times for good measure, forcing any last spurts out, to ensure her bladder could not bother her later on. And then, after taking many deep breaths and calming her fluttering heart down at least a little, she reached her arm out and calmly pressed the button next to her, to make the bus stop.

She had missed five bus stops.

With great hesitation and effort, the teen shuffled her body towards the open door - a slow walk of shame, in full view of everyone. Her head stayed bowed down the entire time, unable to look anyone in the eye, to see their expression.
Did the kind businessman regret his decision to shield her from view, after she had gotten his shoes wet?
She kept ruminating on these thoughts, as she thoughtlessly walked down the street, her goal completely forgotten and her eyes cast downward, to avoid everyone. So, she didn't even notice who she was walking towards, until it was too late.

"Ah! Sis!"
Madoka looked up, at the familiar voice and- Oh no. Tatsuya. And her dad. She wanted to sink into the ground in shame.
Of course, her father immediately noticed the distress on her face and he was so focused on said distress, rushing towards her and asking what was wrong, that he didn't even notice the very obvious and visible answer underneath her skirt, clinging to her legs and shoes.

It was Tatsuya who did.
"Oh, Sis had a wee."
That caught her dad's attention. He took one confused glance downward, taking stock of the damage, and with a soft sigh he pulled his daughter into a firm and comforting embrace.
"It's okay, Madoka. It's nothing you need to feel bad about..."
And there it was, the parental comfort and safety she had so desperately craved, back in the bus. Madoka soaked it all in, her tears running freely while she let her dad hug her for a full minute, hugging him in return and, at least for a moment, feeling like a little kid again...



...Especially when her brother, after observing her for a full minute, suddenly asked her directly and with confusion:
"Madoka, why are you wearing a diaper?"
And just like that, she longed to be a teen again, back at home and far away from this uncomfortable situation and the embarrassing talk she knew she would had to have with her dad.

At least her dad escorted her safely home and made sure to buy her those pads, on the way.