Things remain tense at home as Emily continues to live blissfully unaware about her wife's growing resentment. She is made an offer by Amelia, one that sounds almost too good to be true. Then Amelia decides to visit Catherine for some advice...

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Emily yawned as she reached lazily for another handful of potato chips on the table next to her. She was face up on the couch and opened her mouth to drop the food in, crumbs were scattered all over her front as well on the couch, floor and table around her. She didn’t care, Amelia would clean that up.

“This is the life.” Emily said to herself as she stretched out on the couch cushions.

Emily felt victorious. After endless arguments over her behaviour, it finally seemed like Amelia had genuinely given up trying to get her to be productive. At last, she was going to be able to just lay back and enjoy life. It didn’t feel particularly unfair to her, she knew Amelia enjoyed working and could do so from home most days, letting her do all the work was almost like a treat. That’s how Emily justified everything at least. She rolled over on to her side causing a cascade of crumbs to fall off her chest. She started flicking through the channels on the television to find something to watch.

Before Emily had settled on anything she heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. She didn’t bother to move, not even when she heard a key in the door. The back of the couch blocked the doorway but Emily could hear her wife taking off her coat and shoes.

“Hello.” Amelia said as she walked in and sat down on the armchair that was to the right of the couch and facing inwards.

“Hi.” Emily grunted back without looking over. If she had done, she would’ve noticed Amelia pursing her lips and looking at the mess of crumbs Emily had made.

“How’s your day been?” Amelia asked sunnily.

“Fine.” Emily replied.

“Can I get you a drink?” Amelia asked.

This did make Emily sit up and look at her wife. Whilst being unable to stop Emily from being slovenly Amelia had rarely facilitated it. She was smiling though, maybe she had come round on Emily’s way of thinking even more than she had previously thought. Emily certainly wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“Sure.” Emily said.

“Be right back.” Amelia replied as she stood up.

Emily stretched out just a little bit more. It didn’t feel like things could be more perfect as she listened to Amelia preparing the drinks. When her wife came back out Emily held out a hand and took the glass offered to her.

“Enjoy.” Amelia said as she sipped her own.

Emily sat up with a grunt and drank some of the juice. Quite quickly she noticed a slightly strange taste. She pulled the glass away from her lips with a confused look and then sniffed the drink. It smelled fine but the taste was just a little off.

“It tastes a bit… weird.” Emily said as she licked her lips.

“Oh, it’s a new brand.” Amelia said with a quick shrug, “Mine tastes fine.”

Emily drank some more. It was definitely noticeably different from what she was used to but it didn’t taste too bad. She soon downed the rest and put the empty glass on the table as she belched. She saw Amelia looking at where the empty drinking vessel was now sitting and smiling before she drank some more of her own juice.

“I’ll get dinner ready then.” Amelia said as she picked up some of the debris Emily had made with her snacks.

For the next half an hour Emily remained on the couch but then something strange happened. She felt her bladder warning her that she needed to go to the toilet, there was nothing unusual in that, and yet within ten seconds the urge had grown dramatically. She got up off the couch and after taking a few steps found the urge growing even greater.

“Everything OK?” Amelia called from the kitchen as she heard the rapid footsteps.

Emily didn’t answer as she half-ran up the stairs to the only bathroom in the house. She pulled down her pants and underwear and sat on the toilet. Almost immediately a stream of urine started to splash against the front of the bowl, she sighed feeling a great relief but remained confused as to what had caused the very sudden need in the first place. She hoped she wasn’t getting something like a urinary tract infection, there was no pain at least.

Once she was finished Emily went back downstairs. She was just in time as it turned out as she could hear Amelia getting a couple of plates out of the cupboard. Emily walked in and sat down in her usual spot. She tried to act casually but couldn’t shake of the concern of her rapid trip to the bathroom.

“Everything alright?” Amelia asked quite quickly.

“Yeah.” Emily shrugged, “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I just thought I heard you running upstairs…” Amelia said casually. She had her back to Emily and was dishing up food.

“Oh, yeah, I just needed the bathroom.” Emily said.

“But… running?” Amelia continued to prod, “It’s not like you to run for anything.”

“Well, geez, sorry if I wanted to get some exercise.” Emily lied before continuing defensively, “Why are you so interested?”

“You know me.” Amelia said as she brought the plates over, “Just worrying about you.”

Emily didn’t wait for her wife to sit down before picking up her knife and fork and tucking into her meal. Just like earlier Amelia prepared them both drinks and, just like earlier, Emily could taste the strange difference from what she was used to.

“You should get the old juice.” Emily said as she put her half-finished glass down, “This stuff isn’t as good.”

Amelia didn’t respond. Emily continued with her meal which was as delicious as ever. She had never really understood why Amelia had wanted her to take over cooking duties when she was so much worse at it. She barely paused for breath as she wolfed down everything on her plate, if there had been enough for seconds she would’ve taken it as well.

Emily had just let out a loud belch when she felt the need to urinate coming on strongly again. She froze up and then quickly got of her seat. With one hand clamped to the front of her pants Emily rushed out of the kitchen and nearly fell over as she ran upstairs. She got to the toilet just in time. As she heard the tinkle of her urine splashing into the porcelain bowl she dropped her head into her hands. It had been another close call and she couldn’t explain why this was happening.

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Over the next few days Emily found that her problem wasn’t getting any better. If anything, it was getting progressively worse. She would be watching TV or playing a game and then feel the very sudden need to pee, it always came on quickly and required urgent attention. It was bad enough when Amelia was at work but when she was home it was even harder for Emily to hide that something seemed wrong.

Searching the internet Emily could find little to explain her sudden problem. She didn’t have any other symptoms of anything after all. The one possible match was stress but that didn’t seem to make sense, Emily had never been less stressed than she was right then with no expectations on her at all.

Despite these sudden urges of desperation Emily had so far made it to the toilet each and every time. That wasn’t to say there hadn’t been close calls and on more than one occasion Emily found that her panties were a little damp as she looked down at them. Amelia even made a comment about the amount of panties being washed which did nothing to make her feel better. So far though it seemed like she had been able to hide most of her problems from Amelia.

Somehow, despite the various rushes to the bathroom, Amelia seemed oblivious to the problem. Emily was amazed that her usually intuitive wife seemed to not notice that something major had changed. She wasn’t complaining, the last thing she needed was Amelia getting on her back about it, but she didn’t think she was going to be able to keep up the secret forever. Unfortunately for Emily the truth came out long before she was ready.

It was the evening and after dinner Amelia had disappeared upstairs whilst Emily remained on the couch. She was being extra vigilant with her bladder and trying to make sure that there were no accidents. She was trying to stay calm, after all if it was stress causing her bladder issues then staying calm would surely help. However, that only lasted until she felt her bladder twinge and she almost immediately started to panic. She jumped up from her seat and ran for the stairs whilst clenching every muscle she could to hold back the flood.

Reaching the bathroom door with only a small leakage into her cotton panties Emily pulled on the handle only to find the door was locked. Her eyes grew wide in panic and she could hear that the shower was running inside. This was a disaster for her and it was something she had been terrified of ever since her bladder weakness had started. There was only one bathroom in the house but at that point it wouldn’t have mattered if there was more, there was no way Emily would make it. Her knees shook and her hand went down between her legs in a desperate attempt to delay the inevitable.

“Hey!” Emily yelled as she banged on the door repeatedly, “Hey!”

“What?” Amelia’s voice called out over the sound of the shower.

“I need the toilet!” Emily’s face was going red. She felt some more urine dribble out of her as the pressure inside grew.

“I’ll just be a minute.” Amelia called out without concern.

Emily didn’t have a minute. She didn’t have many seconds and she knew it. Her eyes filled with tears and all her brain could think about was if there were any places she could get to before it was too late. Unfortunately, Emily’s body was losing the fight. There was another slightly longer dribble and Emily could feel the hand covering herself up getting warm and wet.

Emily banged on the door again in frustration but there was no time left. Emily felt her bladder muscles tremble and then, agonisingly slowly, they started to relax. Emily let out a howl of defeat as she felt a small stream of pee soaking her already wet panties. The cotton could hold very little and soon the urine was cascading down her legs and soaking the hand that was still uselessly trying to hold back the tide. No amount of clenching would stop the flow. Emily was helplessly wetting herself and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

With a whine of defeat Emily lost what little control she still had over her bladder and the stream became a torrent. She looked down at her pants as she saw huge streaks of darkness quickly spreading down to the floor. The wetness sticking her pants to her leg uncomfortably rapidly cooled.

“OK, it’s all yours.” Amelia opened the door.

Emily was still pissing her pants as Amelia looked out at her wrapped in her dressing gown. Emily let out a choked sob and raised both her hands up to hide her face, she almost immediately was nearly overwhelmed by the smell of urine. She was helpless as the stream continued unabated and Amelia watching her shameful act in apparent shock.

The urine was dripping out from the bottom of Emily’s pants and wetting the floor between her feet. By the time the flow stopped she was soaked and in tears. She had ever felt so humiliated before and didn’t know what to do, there was no way to make this all OK, all she could manage was shaky sobbing as Amelia stared at her. What on Earth must Amelia think of her...?

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