Curveballs (Chapters from 200 on.)

8.64 Game On - Damage's Done

The front of my jeans was glistening wet and my bum felt drenched as well. At least I hadn't shit myself like I had dreamt. I put on the brakes and grabbed my crotch in horror. Mom's hand got in my way, but she quickly slid it out still steering the car one-handed. I stopped the flow in my lower body, but opened the floodgates of my upper.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry, Mommy!", I slurred crying my eyes out. Mom only looked at me frustrated and then disgusted at her wet hand, before wiping it at a dry part of my jeans leg.

"What can I do??", I panicked still in shock and didn't even realize, that Mom had already left the interstate.

"Nothing, damage's done", she nagged and after a few minutes we suddenly came to a halt. I took a look outside and saw a gas station similar to the one from my dream. There was a significant difference, though: it wasn't on the interstate but mid-town and therefore very crowded.

"Where are we?", I wondered finally realizing that this wasn't the highway anymore.

"I don't know. Get out of the car!", Mom returned snappishly and opened her door. I stared at all the people around the gas station.

"No...!"

Mom came around the car and ripped my door open, before I could even try to keep it shut. I quickly covered the drenched jeans crotch with my hands, while she grabbed a bag from the backseat.

"Come on, honey..."

"Are you kidding!?"

"Lyza! Get out!", she commanded me and when I wanted to protest again, she slapped me in the face and dragged me out by my arm. I lost balance and almost fell on my ass.

"Ouch!", I complained, but Mom just kept dragging me away from the car towards the shop. I saw a few faces staring at my wet pants and tried to cover them futilely with my only free hand. The urine began running down my legs.

A sign said, restrooms were on the backside again.

"I'll ask for the key and you go to the back already"

"But Mom..."

"If you prefer to go into the shop and get the key yourself: fine", she gave me an option, that I quickly declined. So she finally let go of me and went into the shop. I myself went quickly to the back and peeked around the corner. Instead of a locked door, I found two open entrances for both sexes. We wouldn't need a key here. I stayed where I was and examined the damage. There was a big wet stain covering my crotch and a few streams going down my leg. The backside was even worse because all the liquid had gathered there. I pulled against it at a few places to check the wetness, when I suddenly got aware again, that I was wearing the pull-up diaper. In this moment a man came around the corner. He casually passed me, when his eyes noticed my drenched jeans.