(Video + Erotica) Desperately messing my wet pullup at the wedding!!

Watch me desperately mess my wet goodnite underneath my pretty black dress!

When we first heard that we were chosen to be a part of our mutual friends' wedding ceremony, my first reaction was "how am I going to make it to the potty in time with a dress on!!!"

My second reaction was "how am I going to hide a diaper underneath my dress!!!"

Luckily, you have a solution for everything. You told me that just this once, I'd  be able to graduate to pullups, but I had to promise to try to be a big girl and keep them dry. I vigorously nodded and held out my pinky for a pinky promise. Little did both you and I know, I would not only wet myself, but I'd also have a very different kind of accident in my pants as well!

When the day came, I was all ready to go. All of the bridesmaids were meant to wear black for this particular event, and luckily enough, I had just the dress to fit with the style. Ultimately, we decided on a knee-length sleeveless column dresses. Perfect for hiding a little bit of extra padding underneath! After you helped me get into my dress, I inspected myself all over in the mirror just to make sure that there's no way that anybody could see what I was wearing underneath. As far as you and I could tell, it was impossible to tell that I was a little girl who couldn't control her bladder :)
When we arrived at the wedding, I already knew it was going to be a little tough. There were tons of different kinds of drinks and food, all of which were free! I got your permission to drink a little bit of alcohol too, which always loosens me up in more ways than just socially. Despite knowing that I'd fill up my bladder perhaps a little too quickly, I may or may not have had many, many different kinds of drinks. I'm a big girl today and should be fine!!
After about a half hour of wine sampling and drinking other non-alcoholic beverages, I was both a little tipsy and starting to feel a funny feeling in my bladder. In my big girl brain, I knew that I needed to pee, but in my little girl brain, I would normally have already gone in my pants by now. Since I was supposed to be a big girl today, it felt like high time to ask permission to go potty. I shifted my way through the groups of people standing around chatting to try to find you among them.
I eventually spotted you talking with the groom's parents, and you all seemed to be in very good spirits and laughing over old pictures of the groom. I decided that I didn't want to interrupt your good time and that I could hold it for a little bit longer until you were done. I took this time to graze around at the little snack bar that was laid out with all kinds of appetizers. Unfortunately for my poor little tummy, my wine-addled brain decided to make a game of trying one of every snack laid out, even the yucky ones like celery. I knew that it'd be something you'd talk me out of doing if you were here, but you were busy right now and I'm a big girl today >:)
As I got close to the end of the table, I was already feeling full. I would have made it through the entire table either way had you not came up behind me and asked me what I was doing. You could tell by my reaction that:
A. I had been drinking a little too much
B. Had been doing something I wasn't supposed to
"Honey, what did you do?" You ask me quietly.
"Nothing..." I say getting a little blushy and squirmy.
"Hmmmm... are you still dry?" You tease.
Suddenly, I remember the pressure in my bladder. I try to ask you if I can go to the potty, but suddenly, the priest announces over the speakers that the wedding itself is now beginning. You tell me that we'll check my pullup soon once the ceremony is over as you take my hand and lead me to our designated area.

The actual ceremony itself was beautiful and went perfectly, albeit quite quickly. The reception took place in the same venue as the ceremony, so we didn't have to go far to begin the festivities, which were also wonderful. I even caught the bouquet, which you found to be quite amusing. Throughout the duration of the ceremony, however, I started feeling all kinds of new and uncomfortable feelings in my abdomen. Most importantly, my need to pee was getting worse and worse by the second. This was worsened by my tummy beginning to feel extremely grumbly and tight. I figured these feelings might go away soon if I waited patiently, but against my best wishes, they got much, much worse the more drinks I had. Quite suddenly, I found myself about to have an accident.
I pulled on your hand a little and quickly whispered into your ear "I need to go potty right now or else I'm going to have an accident!!!"
You quickly nodded and started to take me towards the restrooms, which were quite far away in a somewhat secluded hallway. You had to hold me up a little due to how tipsy and unbalanced I had gotten. My bladder and bowels ached and pulsated with each step as we neared the family restroom.
Upon entering, you came in with me and locked the door behind us. While you locked the door, I stood in the center of the tile room and did a little potty dance to keep from making puddle right there in my pants. I knew that I couldn't go to the big girl potty until you helped me out of my dress and pullup. It felt like ages as you double checked to see if it was locked and came over to start helping me. My bladder quivered and I knew I was seconds from losing control. Suddenly, you lifted up the front of my dress and placed your hand directly onto my pullup to check if it was wet. I was so disoriented and startled by your quick action that I felt my poor tired bladder weaken and started to wet my pants like a helpless little baby. You kept your hand on my pullup as it swelled and turned a slightly darker shade of purple.
"Honey.... did you just have an accident?" You ask me sweetly and sternly.
"I'm sorry master, I couldn't hold it any longer and I'm having a lot of trouble thinking and I just got so startled when you pulled my dress up and I just couldn't-"
"Shhh honey, it's okay, I knew that you wouldn't be able to stay dry for long today..." you say sweetly. Now wasn't the time for comfort, unfortunately. My poor booty could barely hold onto what I expected to be a horribly large messy accident.
"Master, I'm gonna make a mess in my pants!! Please hurry and let me potty!!!!" I quickly slur out to you.
"Uh oh honey, let's hurry!"
You start to go to undress me, but it was too late. I felt a sharp pain in my tummy, and I couldn't hold it any longer. I let out a little whine as my poor little booty exploded a large and soft messy accident into my pants. Between being drunk and little, there wasn't anything I could do to stop it. All I could do was push and try to get it all out at once. The seat of my pullup expanded to accommodate the rapidly growing accident and turned a slightly brown color. A little bit of my remaining pee escaped as well, some of which leaked out onto the tile floor. By the time I finished having an accident, there was a grapefruit sized lump in the seat of my pullup.
"Uh oh..." you said.
I immediately began to cry.
"I'm sorry master!!!!" I say as I fall to the floor in my little potty puddle and cling to your front.
This is something you've dealt with about a million times. Crying diaper changes don't phase you anymore, so you knew exactly what to do. While I was so hysterical and drunk that I couldn't quite remember, you picked me up and changed me out of my messy panties, cleaned me off, and put me in a new pullup, and held me until I was consoled enough to make an appearance outside of the bathroom.
By then, I was basically non-functional, and you recounted to me that you told everyone that I had had a little too much to drink and it was time for us to leave, which we soon did. You buckled me into the car and drove us home, after which you changed me out of a newly wet pullup, bathed me, and changed me back into my nighttime diaper.
Even though I can't remember all the details super clearly, it was clear in my mind that I was so lucky and thankful for such a loving and caring master to take care of me <3