Cooking Desperation

The kitchen fills with savory aromas as Mikki tends to bubbling pots on the stove—her face flushed not just from the heat but from an increasingly urgent need pressing against her bladder. The timer ticks down relentlessly while she keeps a watchful eye on the simmering contents, knowing that even a moment's distraction would ruin her carefully prepared dish.

Seconds stretch into torment. Her free hand clenches at her stomach in vain—thighs pressing together tightly—but with only minutes remaining on the timer, desperation overrides discipline. With a shaky exhale and a look of resigned surrender, Mikki can hold back no longer.

Warm liquid gushes through her jeans as she continues stirring mechanically, dark stains spreading rapidly across the denim beneath her apron. She bites her lip to stifle any sound beyond labored breathing while evidence of her accident becomes undeniable.