Wrong Kind Of Dancing (Preview) (Patreon)

Martha somehow managed to make it through the next several scenes, and reach the climax of the play where ‘Liam’ declared that he was going to stay in town for good so he could be with ‘Melody’. She stood on one end of the stage with her thighs squeezed together, trying to wait patiently while ‘Liam’ gave his speech. She was fighting to react to it like she was supposed to, touching a hand to her heart, smiling broadly, blinking back happy tears. Her hand shook and her other continually attempted to creep between her legs— She was amazed that she hadn’t started cupping herself yet, the sodden feeling from all her leaks was a testament to the fact she’d managed to keep her hands where they belonged.

Finally, ‘Liam’ finished speaking and pulled Martha close for a hug— A very TIGHT hug that made it feel as though an anvil had collided with her bladder. A heavy slosh of liquid splashed into her panties and she felt little streams rolling down her legs. She knew her spills were probably starting to leave marks and, under the bright lights of the stage, they were likely noticeable to at least a few members of the audience.

Then, the music began.

The music…

Martha was finally free to dance around, but she was going to have to do it in a very SPECIFIC way— One that probably wouldn’t help her hold it in all that much. Despite feeling like she was going to explode from all of the water trapped within her, Martha leaned into ‘Liams’s’ arms and started to sway with him. The knots of tension flaring in her midsection rocked with her, fluid moving back and forth in a way that was almost nauseating.

She had to focus on the slow-dance she was supposed to perform with ‘Liam’. At least, she could hide her face in his shoulder so no one would notice how intensely she was biting her lip or how wide and panicked her eyes had gotten. She let ‘Liam’ lead, which meant that their dance actually went BETTER than it had during the rehearsals when she’d always tried to lead. This time, she just allowed herself to be moved the way he directed, because all she could focus on anymore was not pissing herself in front of a massive crowd of people.

The dance was NOT helping her prevent that. Every step she made would shake her bladder and she could feel the liquid swishing around within her. She started to bend at the knees a little, and she wondered how many members of the audience had picked up on her problem by now.

As soon as the music ceased and the show was over, Martha had tears stinging in the corners of her eyes and her bladder was literally shuddering inside of her. She was prepared to make a mad dash to the nearest women’s room. As she turned to sprint off stage, she felt ‘Liam’s’ hand close around her arm and hold her in place.