A few moments pass by in silence, during which time my anxiety grows more unbearable by the second. I strain against the confines of my diaper, every nerve in my body screaming for release.

But still, nothing happens. The pressure builds and builds until I feel like I might actually burst...

Just when I think it's going to be too much to bear, I glance over at Patrick and see him watching me with an amused expression on his face.

It's enough to make me snap.

A warm, comforting sensation washes over me as I finally allow myself to release. My bladder empties its contents directly into the absorbent material of my diaper, the sweet relief bringing a shuddering sigh from my lips.

As the flow slows to a trickle, I slump back in my chair, exhausted but grateful for the reprieve. A weak smile plays on my lips as I glance over at Patrick, who's still engrossed in his meal.

"You win this round," I murmur, more to myself than to him. "But don't get cocky, okay?"