Daily Free-Write July 10, 2021: Desperation

"Ahhh! What the fuck, man? I just went!"

Shane pulled over to the side of the highway and desperately fumbled with his belt. This was the third time in the last ten minutes that he'd had to pee immediately with no prior warning. Each second that passed he was closer and closer to losing control of his bladder. Finally, he fished out his dick and got it into the Crocoade bottle just in time. He sighed as he let loose a stream of piss that lasted all of five seconds before dribbling and petering out.

"That's it? What the hell is going on?"

He slammed the steering wheel with his hand. He was going to have to turn around, and he was not happy about it. Soon, he was pulling into the parking lot of the pharmaceutical research center where he had begun his clinical trials. But not before stopping three more times to piss a piddly amount of urine into the bottle. He stormed angrily into the center and demanded to see the head clinician about what was happening. When he came, he wasn't much help.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience, Mr. Padderson, but there's nothing I can do at this point. You've already begin the trial, and we have no way to reverse the effects before the next dose."

"What do you mean there's nothing you can do? I can't even make it home because I have to stop to pee every few minutes. This could get dangerous. You'd better think of something."

The doctor regarded Shane cooly, unruffled by his threatening tone. "Hmm, I think I can give you something that might help. Here," he said, pulling out a prescription pad and scribbling something illegible on a prescription pad. "Take this to the pharmacy down the hall. They'll get you what you need."

"That's better," said Shane, calming down. "I don't know what this medicine is supposed to do, but looks like you docs have some bugs to work out."

The doctor smiled. "And thanks to you, we've already got a head start on that. We'll see when you come back for your next dose in a week. Until then, all you need to do is report what happens."

Shane snorted. "You'd better believe I'm reporting what happens. If I have any more issues, you're gonna hear about it."

The clinician nodded. "I expect nothing less. See you soon, Shaney."

Shane went red in the face. Nobody called him Shaney. But he let it go. He was already feeling that sharp pain in his bladder that told him he was about to have an accident and he had to run to the restroom immediately. A few minutes later, he walked into the pharmacy as fast as his legs could carry him and slapped his prescription on the counter. It was only lucky that it was so close to closing time, because he doubted he could wait in any sort of line without getting desperately close to peeing his pants.

The pharmacist looked at the prescription and back up to Shane. "Are you sure this is for you?"

"You can read it, can't you?" asked Shane.

"Yeah, sure. I'll be right back," said the man, adjusting his glasses and glancing one more time before walking back and returning with a bulging package of extra-absorbent adult diapers.

"What the hell is this?" asked Shane.

"These are adult diapers," the man said. "Do you need instructions on how to use them?"

"I know what they are. I mean why are they here? The doctor said he was prescribing something that could help me- Ohhhh....." Shane suddenly realized what the doctor had meant. Diapers. "Shit."