her cries of pleasure turn into moans as he tells her to let it all out, and she does just that. Wave after wave of hot urine spurts between them, soaking his shirt and pants, but she doesn't care. It feels too good to stop now...

Oh God...I can't believe I did that...but it felt sooo good...

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?"