Cathy vs. the Movie (fiction)

[Cracked Kate]

In her early twenties, Cathy was well aware of her small bladder, and she wasn’t embarrassed or ashamed of it. She’d been aware of it for years by then. There was no “a-ha moment” in her childhood when she knew she needed to pee more often than other people – at least not that she could ever remember – but she’d been aware of it from quite a young age. Her mother had assured her once that she’d been that way from the very beginning. “You wet twice as many diapers as your brother or sister did, honey,” Mom had said once.

Cathy never really had been too embarrassed or ashamed of her small bladder. Friends noticed, of course, but she’d managed not to get teased about it much as a child. She was a quiet, smart girl who didn’t give a fig about the boys, so they’d found plenty of other things to make fun of – which she ignored – long before anyone noticed her bathroom habits. As for the teachers, Cathy was a good girl. If she asked to be excused more often than all the other kids, then she must really have to go more often than the other kids. And she was always allowed to.

Cathy had never let her frequent need to urinate stop her from doing anything she really wanted to do. On the rare occasions when it did get her down, she would always remind herself that everyone had something wrong with them, and if you had to pick a problem, well, a small bladder just wasn’t that bad. Not most of the time anyhow.

She wasn’t ashamed and she’d never let her bladder rule her life, but even on her best days she couldn’t deny that it did make certain things more difficult for her than for most other people. Like sitting through a three hour movie. But she did love a good chick flick, and she had been dying to see the new epic film that was finally coming to town that weekend. And her friends, Annie and Sally, had been kind enough to let her know the night before that they were thinking of going to that Saturday matinee, which gave Cathy time to prepare.

The heads-up was appreciated. It had given Cathy some time to think ahead about how to get through the show without the call of nature denying her even one second of the wonderfully romantic tale. When the hero made it over the mountains and took his love in his arms in that lonely cabin by the seaside, Cathy vowed, she would not be in the bathroom!

But how to be sure she wouldn’t be there? Arriving home from the library at one o’clock, Cathy had already decided a change of clothes was the first step. Jeans would never do, too bulky. After kicking off her sneakers and slipping off her jeans, Cathy looked carefully through her closet and found the perfect match for her sweater and her condition. Quickly she pulled on the long, flowing, dark green skirt and zipped it up on the side. Perfect, she thought, much more convenient for holding herself if that proved to be necessary – as she knew herself well enough to know it probably would be. It was a bit cold for a skirt, but with stockings and all those folds it would be nearly as warm as her jeans, she figured.

Thinking better of it still, Cathy slipped off her panties. They would be more trouble than they were worth if she did happen to wet – who wanted them clinging damply to her behind all the way home? Plus, a glance at the calendar reminded her that her period was due in just a couple of days. Might as well enjoy the freedom while I’ve got it, she mused naughtily.

Her stockings and walking boots on, Cathy grabbed her purse and headed out the door to catch the bus and meet Anne and Sally at the theater. They knew Cathy and her bladder pretty well. With a sly smile, she wondered to herself if they would guess why she’d dressed as she had?

They didn’t. “Cathy!” Annie called out at the theater door. “A skirt?! Aren’t you cold?”

“A little,” Cathy admitted. It was February. “But it’s not too bad.”

“But why?” Sally asked, equally surprised. She and Annie were both in jeans, and looked a bit chilly all the same.

“Oh, for safety,” Cathy said with a shy grin as Sally handed her a ticket.

“Safety?” Annie asked. “What do you mean?”

“You know me,” Cathy said. Seeing that her friends didn’t get it, she motioned them to a corner of the theater lobby where she’d have a bit of privacy. Standing against the wall with Annie and Sally before her, so that no one else could see, Cathy placed both her hands between her legs and pretended to be bursting.

“Oh!” Sally said knowingly.

“Got it,” Annie agreed. “Sorry. Jeans would make that tough, wouldn’t they?”

“I should know,” Cathy said a bit wryly, and she put an affectionate arm around Annie to let her know it was okay. In the interest of preventing such an emergency for any of them, the girlfriends headed to the ladies’ room. Cathy thought it might be a better idea for her to wait until the last minute before the feature started, but then decided not to worry. It was only fifteen extra minutes, and she was sure, as she peed alongside her friends, that even she could handle that.

[Cracked Kate]

Back in the lobby, they bought some popcorn, and Annie and Sally each bought a large drink to go with it. Cathy, it was understood, would be welcome to a sip of either of their drinks if she liked. Such was always the case when they went to the movies. Both her friends knew why she never bought her own drink, and they never gave her a hard time about it. Nor did they argue the point about Cathy taking the aisle seat the way she always did.

Soon the movie was underway, and it was all Cathy had hoped for. A rich, detailed story, it started off slowly but held the friends rapt. With no more than three or four sips of Annie’s soda now and again, Cathy was wonderfully carefree throughout the first hour as she concentrated only on the story. She was vaguely aware of others getting out of their seats occasionally, but there was no thought of her doing the same. How odd that not everyone uses the bathroom before the movie, she thought. Sometimes it pays to be aware of your bladder after all!

But every long movie will drag sometime in the middle. A bit over halfway into the second hour, when the hero and his love were fighting and being torn from one another by the melodramatic incidents of movie life, Cathy made a big mistake. She looked at her watch. Almost two hours since that trip to the ladies’ room, she realized, and while she hadn’t noticed it up to that instant, her bladder was now full enough to make itself known. It was just around the time she’d be starting to think of taking another trip to the bathroom under normal circumstances.

But these weren’t normal circumstances, and Cathy was a big girl. She crossed her legs and smoothed out her skirt, and found she was still fairly comfortable. The noise she made attracted Annie’s attention briefly, but Annie soon realized, somewhat to her surprise, that her friend was not getting up to go back to the ladies’ room. The crisis, such as it was, had passed. Soon the action up on the screen picked up again, and Cathy was once again delightfully lost up on the screen.

It was Sally who broke the reverie next. She did it just past the two hour mark, although Cathy didn’t know what time it was at first. Sally had drunk most of her soda by then, and wasn’t nearly as enthralled with the movie as her friends were anyway. Carefully she climbed over Annie and then Cathy to head out for another bathroom break. Cathy knew just where her friend was going, and she couldn’t help being a little bit thrilled. She’d outlasted at least one of her friends! That never happened. Of course, her thoughts then turned to her own bladder, which was by then quite full. Cathy didn’t know just what time it was, but she was sure this was the longest she’d gone without peeing in quite some time!

Looking at her watch, she learned that she was right. Nearly two and a half hours. She was delighted, but also concerned. That meant there were still about forty-five minutes left in the movie, and she was nearing the bursting point. The movie was roaring towards its climax by then, and she didn’t want to miss a moment. But with an urge now making itself quite noticeable between her thighs, that wasn’t going to be easy. The dull, almost throbbing tickle had snuck up on her, to be sure, but now it was inescapable. Cathy did have a lot of practice at tuning out that feeling, but hanging on to the end of the movie was well beyond her level of practice.

Sally returned a few minutes later. On her way back into her seat, she whispered, “Sorry, I was dying!”

“I’ll bet.” Cathy couldn’t help sounding a bit annoyed as she said it. Sally didn’t respond, but Cathy was aware of Annie whispering something to Sally. Something a bit angry, it sounded like, and Cathy thought she heard her name in there. “Great,” she thought. “Annie’s taking pity on me, and they’re arguing about me. I ought to tell them to knock it off. My bladder, my problem.” But as always, Cathy refused to let herself feel ashamed. She wasn’t defeated yet.

She crossed her legs again, tighter this time, and clasped her hands over her knees. While still quite uncomfortable, she felt more in control that way – the valve was shut tight! “Don’t look at your watch,” she reminded herself again and again, and concentrated on the hero’s journey home on the screen. At least he was getting close!

Annie finally had to get up too. “So sorry,” she said to Cathy as gently as she could. Cathy forced a smile at her friend. It wasn’t her fault, or Sally’s. But they didn’t have anything to prove, like Cathy did. She hoped they understood, but if they didn’t, well, even friends don’t always understand. And it was nice of Annie to apologize. But of course it only reminded Cathy afresh of her situation.

“Don’t look at your watch!” She almost said it out loud, but stopped herself just in time. The grand reunion was almost at hand up on the screen, and bursting or not, she wouldn’t miss it. While concentrating on the show, she couldn’t help noticing that her right leg was asleep from being crossed so tightly over her left. That position had stopped helping the discomfort anyway.

[Cracked Kate]

When Annie returned, Cathy uncrossed her legs as she let her friend back in. She didn’t recross them after sitting down. It wouldn’t help at this point. Her lower abdomen was rather sore from the tension, and she could almost feel the pee bubbling up to the surface there between her wiggling thighs. The butterflies in her stomach and the sense of naughtiness from what she was about to do made it feel like the flood was permeating most of her body.

“Good thing I thought ahead,” she thought. A quick look around to the seats behind and across the aisle persuaded her that no one was looking. Cathy gathered up the folds of her skirt from beneath each leg, and buried her right hand deep in them, nestling it snugly against her vulva. The waves within receded ever so slightly and, though Cathy could feel she was slightly damp with sweat from the effort, she felt just a bit more secure.

Cathy didn’t change position again until the show was clearly almost over. She was aware of Annie and Sally taking note of where her hand was, but she didn’t care. As she felt the bulge barely containing itself just inside her body, the discomfort didn’t let up, but neither did her sense of achievement. She was going to win, even if it meant looking like a pervert in front of her friends.

At last, up on the screen, the hero burst into his love’s cabin door. The heroic speech came and went, followed by the tears of joy and the grand embrace. As the two were dancing joyously around the room, Cathy sensed that the time was at hand. Gingerly she removed her hand from its intimate resting place and stood up, ducking out of the way to avoid blocking anyone’s view. The last thing she wanted just then was attention from anyone! She walked briskly to the back of the theater, trying not to bend her knees any more than was necessary and painfully aware that the dam was about to burst. She could feel the first drops tickling her pussy already, but as she stopped under the exit sign she was able to stanch the flow once more.

With her knees pressed together and her right foot wrapped around her left leg, Cathy stood and watched the closing scene. The second the credits began to roll, she turned and walked calmly out into the bright lobby. The leak had started again, and she felt a slight dampness on her inner thighs as she pushed open the ladies’ room door. She had, however, managed to beat the rush with her well-timed exit, and two of the stalls were empty. Cathy gratefully pushed open the door to the nearer one and, without bothering to lock it, gathered up her skirt and leaned back.

The first drops splashed on the edge of the toilet seat before Cathy could even sit on it. She didn’t care. With a sigh of relief loud enough for the other women in the room to hear, she closed her eyes and gushed joyfully for what seemed a very long time. She felt quite tired, but wonderful nonetheless. When she thought she was nearly empty, Cathy opened her eyes and tore off a few squares of toilet paper to clean up the mess she’d made just before sitting down. The seat and her legs were dry soon enough, but Cathy looked down at her pussy and was surprised to realize that she wasn’t nearly done. She couldn’t even really tell how much was left, as her bladder was practically numb by then. When the last drops finally did come out, Cathy felt the walls close against each other in the emptiness. It was as close to an orgasm as she’d had in some time! Realizing once again that she’d won the battle, she smiled as she wiped, stood up and flushed.

Annie and Sally were waiting outside the ladies’ room when Cathy finally emerged, shaking her hands dry after washing them. Still flying high from her triumph, she was surprised at how somber they looked. “What’s wrong?” she asked them.

“Oh, Cathy,” Sally said. She and Annie both broke into big smiles.

“You did it!” Annie said.

“And we’re so sorry we made it hard for you!” Sally added. Before Cathy realized what they were talking about, she found herself enveloped in a three-way hug. “You didn’t want to miss anything, and you didn’t!” Sally exclaimed.

“You’re my hero,” Annie told her. “You wouldn’t let anything stop you!”

Cathy laughed a bit. “No, I guess I wouldn’t!” she said happily.

[Indigo]

That's great writing, Kate.

[iPervious]

Blah... Actually, it was well written.

But, I was hoping she would do what my fantasy pee date will do: Wear pretty cotton panties under a short black skirt, during the movie pull her skirt up around her waist, wet her panties, and then let her skirt fall back into place as we leave. No one but her and I will know who the "bad girl" was. :-)