Alice is made to go to church despite not having faith. As she sits there, bored out of her mind, something terrible happens...

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I followed mom to the car and got in the passenger seat. I looked around out the windscreen as we drove down streets that I had seen thousands of times before. The surreal feeling continued to plague me as we travelled the familiar streets of my childhood. Heading to church in my old Sunday dress, driven down the same roads we used to travel and seeing the same sights, it really was like the clock had turned back.

The church loomed large after just a few minutes of driving. It was an old building that had certainly seen better days but that didn’t seem to put off the congregation as the parking lot was full of cars and I could see people milling about in the car park waiting for the service to start.

“Remember when you used to go to Sunday school there?” Mom asked as she pointed towards a small temporary building to the side.

“I do.” I replied as a rush of memories of my time spent in there came back. Whilst I had never been particularly religious, I still had enjoyed my time playing with the other kids in there.

Mom pulled into a spot towards the back of the parking lot, and we got out. I tried to straighten my dress again but there was no hiding how strange I must’ve looked; I looked like a teenager from the fifties or something. A girl out of time. As we walked around the car and through the parking lot, could see people looking my way, most frowned or looked curious but a few openly mocked me. It seemed like the teenagers in particular found my situation funny. Mom either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

Thankfully for me we didn’t hang around outside. We went into the church and took one of the pews near the front of the church. The lectern was only a few feet away from us as we took seats midway between the aisle and the wall. I leaned back and stretched out as more people filed in. By the time the service started there were no seats left, I had no idea churches were still so popular.

“Welcome, everyone.” The minister walked out from a back room with his bible. He looked like he must be at least seventy years old as he carried his bible to the podium. I was fairly sure it was the same guy that had been delivering the same old sermons since I had been old enough to remember them, “Today we will be reading from…”

It wasn’t long before I was bored out of mind. I slumped in the pew and looked up at the ceiling. I didn’t know how long these things lasted, as a kid it felt like hours but that surely couldn’t be true. The minster’s voice droned on with every word seeming to roll into the next one, I zoned put pretty quickly. Between his monotone voice and the hot, stuffy atmosphere it seemed a recipe to send everyone to sleep.

Without warning I suddenly felt a pressure in my bladder. I leaned forwards and winced as I tried to work out why it had come on so suddenly. Sure, I had wet the bed a few times, but I had never had problems during the day before. It must just be a cramp or something. I tried to shift and find a position that gave me some relief, but nothing was working.

“Stop fidgeting.” Mom whispered at me in admonishment.

I looked around to see some people looking at me in annoyance as I accidentally knocked someone’s elbow. My face was going red as I tried to sit still again. The minister seemed wholly unaware of what was going on as he continued reading the passage. Then again, from the way he spoke, I wasn’t sure he was aware of anything happening even a couple of feet away.

Wanting to pretend everything was alright I sat up straight and tried to concentrate on the minister’s words. It wasn’t long before the pressure in my bladder seemed to grow again, it almost felt like I could feel every drip of liquid entering my bladder and each was putting more stress on my poor body. I had never had a problem like this during the day, not since I had first potty trained.

I searched through my memory to try and remember what I had eaten and drunk that morning and the previous night. I couldn’t remember anything out of the ordinary, nothing that would cause this to be happening. Maybe I had a urinary tract infection, but I felt otherwise fine so that seemed unlikely. I noticed I was perspiring a little now, beads of sweat appearing on my forehead even though I wasn’t warm. All my muscles were in a constant state of tension and still the need grew.

“Mom, can I slip outside for a minute?” I whispered rather desperately.

“Absolutely not.” Mom hissed back tersely, “I’ll not have you embarrassing me and interrupting the service.”

As mom turned away from me, I couldn’t help but think that unless this service ended in the next twenty seconds, I was going to embarrass her anyway. My bladder was at critical mass. My leg was shaking earning me reproachful looks from those near me, but I couldn’t stop it. I wondered what would give in first, my desperate attempts to keep my pee inside me or my bladder just exploding. It turned out I didn’t have to wait long for my answer.

My gasp was audible to the people around me as I felt a sudden spurt of urine forcing its way out of my body like a super soaker. I clamped down harder as people turned towards me, it seemed they were getting very annoyed at the disruptive person in their midst. How I wished mom had just let me leave.

“Sit still.” Mom leaned in and whispered to me as if I was an unruly toddler. She was sounding very annoyed.

I wished I had ignored my mom and left the church when I had the opportunity because now I felt sure the chance to maintain my dignity was gone. I could feel the rapidly cooling wet spot on my panties and soaking through into the bottom of my embarrassingly infantile dress. I couldn’t move, the only thing keeping back the flood was having every muscle tensed to the maximum. Even a momentary would lapse would spell disaster. It wouldn’t be long until the urine flooded out of me and all over the pew, this was my worst nightmare coming to life.

There was no getting around what was about to happen and yet when it happened, I still felt unprepared. I could feel my muscles quivering until they finally gave in. My eyes went wide, and it felt like my heart stopped as my bladder finally relaxed, I immediately felt warmth cover my crotch and just a second later the liquid was running down my legs and to the floor. I desperately tried to clench and stem the flow, but my exhausted muscles refused to cooperate.

“Oh no… No, no, no…” I gasped.

“What are you… Oh for the love of…” Mom had turned to look at me and when she saw what was happening, she couldn’t stop herself from exclaiming loudly enough that even the minister stopped his sermon.

“Please, mom…” I said quietly as my face went bright red. I was still wetting myself!

Before mom could say or do anything there was a sudden movement and exclamation on my other side. I felt tears rolling down my cheeks and looked down to see the puddle between my feet spreading out. My butt was completely soaked and there were streaks of urine running down my legs. My bladder had finally finished emptying but I could still feel the urine spreading out. There were drips as the urine on the pew ran over the edge.

“Move over! Move over!” The woman next to me exclaimed hysterically as she pushed the person next to her, anxious not to get touched by my pee.

Despite being in a house of God I felt like I was in my own personal hell. There were whispers all around now and the pew I was sat on with mother was emptying quickly. Word was spreading about what was causing the disturbance. I was frozen to the spot in my rapidly cooling accident, I had no idea what to do as I started sobbing.

“Don’t just sit there!” Mom’s voice broke through the general tumult, “Go outside! I can’t believe you’d do this to me…”

When completely directionless and lost a short, sharp command can be very effective. I knew I would have to go outside sooner or later and now, as my mom tugged on my arm, I climbed to my feet. My legs were shaky as I walked towards the aisle. When I dared to look up, I could see all eyes following me, there were gasps as people saw my urine-streaked legs and wet shoes. I was still dripping as I started towards the exit.

“She should be ashamed of herself!” Shouted an elderly male voice.

I was ashamed of myself! I walked out to the lobby and was about to go into the bathroom when I felt my arm being roughly grabbed. I looked around to see mom directing me into the parking lot. She was grumbling about me being embarrassing but I was barely listening, she was taking me straight out to the car. The wind hit the wet areas of my legs and crotch, and I shivered at the cold feeling.

“Wait a minute.” Mom said when we reached the car, and I had reached for the front passenger door.

I was left standing and sniffling next to the car as mom went into the trunk and grabbed a blanket she had in there. I thought she was going to wrap it around me and grant me some modesty but instead she opened the rear passenger door and laid it on the seat. She then stepped back and motioned for me to get in.

It wasn’t exactly the time to argue so I just did as she suggested and got into the back seat. As the door closed behind me, I took a deep shuddering breath. The worst was over, I was at least out of the public eye. Mom had a face of thunder as she got behind the steering wheel. She didn’t say a word as she turned the key in the ignition and drove the car out on to the street.

“Mom, I…” I started after several minutes of silent driving.

“I don’t want to hear it.” Mom replied tersely.

I sat back in my seat and looked out the window forlornly. I felt so confused about why I’d had that accident. It had never happened before. I had put down my nighttime issues to stress and wondered if that could really spill over into daytime problems as well. I was so embarrassed over what had happened and I couldn’t wait to get out of these wet things. I wanted to forget about everything that had happened that day.

The drive home felt a lot longer than the drive to church had been and I was happy to finally be able to scurry inside and out of the public eye. The car was silent except for my snivelling and as soon as mom opened the door I hurriedly scurried inside and dashed up to the bathroom.

I tried to hide out for the rest of the day. I was utterly ashamed to have wet myself so openly and brazenly in church like that, I had no idea I needed the bathroom until it was already too late. Despite my nighttime accidents I had never wet my panties like that during the day. I was far too embarrassed to be seen by mom and I desperately wanted to skip dinner that night, but mom wouldn’t hear of it.

“It’s time for dinner!” Mom called up the stairs.

“I’m not hungry!” I replied equally loudly.

“Don’t you shout at me!” Mom snapped, “Come down and have dinner right now, young lady!”

My shoulders slumped and I knew I didn’t have a choice in the matter. If I tried to ignore mom, I knew she would be straight up to my room and barging in to drag me down. There wasn’t a lock on my bedroom door of course, mom would never countenance me having any actual privacy. I was dressed very casually in loose-fitting pyjamas when I went downstairs and through to the dining table. Mom was already sitting down, and my food was waiting for me.

I was unnerved by the way she sat facing me without looking away. It almost felt like I was about to be interviewed for something. She had a plastic bag by the side of the chair and although I didn’t know what was in it, I knew enough to dread the answer. I slipped into my seat with my hands clasped together on my lap.

I expected mom to say something but after several seconds of silence she picked up her knife and fork and started eating. I followed her lead, for once I was grateful for her discretion in not saying anything. Perhaps she had decided I had suffered enough.

“So… are you going to explain what happened today?” Mom asked quite suddenly midway through the meal.

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