mess quest

The door locks behind you, and you hear a voice say, “Gotchaaa. If you have to number 2, maybe you should go through that one. However...” She audibly pressed a few buttons. The pressure was off for a minute, and you hoped it would stay that way, but intense pressure in your bladder told you what she was getting at. You shove your hands between your legs, and hop back and forth for a minute while considering your next move. She yawns. “You’re so boring like this. Boop!” she presses another button, causing you to flood your shorts with pee and form a huge puddle on the floor. When you’re done, you blush, but then a sense of accomplishment comes in as you realize she has to clean up your mess. You may have wet yourself, but you didn’t poop OR let her win, in your mind.