Holly paced nervously back and forth across the living room carpet, biting her lip and slightly hunched over as she tugged at the hem of her shirt.

“He should have been back by now,” she muttered to herself, stopping to rub her silver-furred thighs together for a moment. “Right?”

She glanced over at the television, still on and running some show that she wasn’t paying attention to anymore, and at the nearby clock despite being unable to make sense of the symbols it was displaying. Whatever it said, it certainly felt like it was an hour or two later than when her master would normally get home – and at the moment Holly was paying close attention to every passing minute.

Normally a bit of a delay wouldn’t have been much of an issue, but today was no normal day. Before Jason had left for work in the morning, he had left Holly with some special instructions: she had been told that there was some lemonade in the fridge for her, and that he expected to see it all gone when he got back. Not exactly an unusual order for him to give, but certainly not something that happened every day either.

Holly, naturally, went to check on the drinks she’d been provided as soon as Jason left the apartment, finding three generous bottles of her favorite beverage waiting for her to work on throughout the day – and of course she eagerly and dutifully got to work chugging as much of the sweet yellow stuff as she could handle. She had already drained the first two bottles by the time she got hungry around the middle of the day, and the effects had truly started to set in once she sat down with a haphazardly-prepared sandwich and the third bottle.

Her legs were crossed and jiggling as she ate her lunch, and when the sandwich was gone she took her lemonade over to the couch to lie down and absentmindedly drink while watching cartoons for a couple of hours. And by the time the bottle ran dry, she had been lying on her back with one hand between her legs and the other rubbing her firm belly for at least an hour.

The next time she got up, with all three bottles empty and her bladder decidedly full, she had gone simply to fetch another bottle, this one smaller and filled with water, and some snacks before returning to the couch where she sat on her heel with her tail wagging. She nearly seemed to be blissfully unaware of the consequences of drinking so much sugary lemonade, innocently watching her favorite shows while grinding against her foot and sipping on some good cold water without it ever occurring to her that she should relieve herself.

Then again, she probably never considered it because she knew that she couldn’t – she wasn’t toilet-trained, so she needed to wait until her master got home so he could take her for a walk. Holly knew that perfectly well, and she was content to hold it in until she got permission to refresh the markings on her favorite bush in the park.

She remained happily full for a few hours more, simply letting the pressure increase while she waited for Jason to return home and prepare her for their evening walk. Once she had finished her water and snacks, she had graduated from simply pressing her heel against her crotch to vigorously squirming with a hand massaging herself between the legs. At that point, as soon as the episode she had been watching ended, she stood up and stretched, biting her lip with a moan as the pressure in her bladder intensified; and after her stretch, she had crossed her legs and stood wiggling with both hands cradling her bulging tummy. Her moaning and tail-wagging had continued as she looked down at the visible distension her bladder had created, then after a moment decided to go explore the apartment in search of something fun to do.

Of course, Holly had ended up in the bathroom, fawning over herself in the mirror while standing right next to a toilet that she could have used had she been trained differently. So instead of relieving herself as she so clearly needed to, she had instead spent some time teasing herself and getting worked up over her needs, keeping a close eye on the reflection of herself massaging her belly and shifting her weight from side to side. She had only decided she’d had enough when the urgency caught up with her and, leaning against the sink with a hand between her legs, she felt moisture seeping through her fingers.

That hadn’t been all that long ago, and with her need certainly approaching emergency territory, she had left the bathroom in the hopes of ensuring that there wouldn’t be any accidents. She did want to keep holding her bladder until she could be given a more appropriate chance to empty it, but she knew her limits and that with so much lemonade working through her system she needed to be prepared to let it out without leaving Jason to clean up after her.

Fortunately, he would always leave some emergency pads on the floor in various places around the apartment, for whenever she found herself exceedingly well-hydrated but unable to go out for a walk. Normally she never really paid any attention to them, never noticing their presence until she needed them, but she still knew where they all were – one in the corner of the living room, one by the window in the bedroom, and one tucked away in Jason’s study, at the very least. Sometimes there would be more, but Holly could always count on one being in those three spots.

Not today though, apparently. She had spent all day in the living room watching her shows, and only when she desperately needed relief did she realize that she hadn’t noticed the pad that should have been there because it had never been there at all. A quick search of the bedroom and office likewise revealed that there was nothing for her to use in either of those rooms either, and she had shuffled through the whole rest of the apartment to see if any had been laid down anywhere else, only to discover that there was nowhere at all for her to go.

When she had returned, defeated, to the living room she had at first done so with a renewed vigor to keep holding on – after all, she had been left with so much to drink and no way to dispose of it because Jason expected to come home to find Holly waiting for him with her bladder full to bursting. Perhaps he just wanted to hear her whine and watch her squirm as she begged for permission to relieve herself, and who was she to deny him that experience?

Only, now that she was getting properly restless and trying to convince herself that he’d be home any minute now, it was really starting to look like Jason wouldn’t be getting what he wanted. But that didn’t mean she could just give up, so she forced herself to keep waiting as long as she could, pacing back and forth as her pulsing bladder reminded her with every step that she was about to explode.

Eventually she stopped with a groan, unsteadily rubbing her thighs together as she looked down and lifted her shirt to expose her belly. Holly whimpered at the sight of how big and round it was, and set a hand down on it with a rumbling moan. She needed to pee so badly, her bladder was so big and full, and the one thing she wanted most of all was for Jason to be there to see it.

“Ohh,” she moaned. “Ohh, I can hold it,” she told herself as she watched her hand gently rub her tummy while further down her legs shifted and squirmed without her input. “I’m a good girl, I can hold it… I have to hold it…” Reaching behind herself to stroke her own tail with the hand not on her belly, she clenched her teeth and sucked in air as she started dancing in place. “He’ll be home to walk me soon,” she muttered, trying just as hard to believe it as she was to stay dry. “I can hold it in until then… I’m not gonna pee on master’s carpet… Oh, no, my bladder… So full…”

Holly wandered over to the corner where her emergency pad should have been, her knees week and whole body trembling. Once there, she fell with a groan to her knees, then adjusted herself further to sit down on the floor with her back pressed against the wall as she drew heavy breaths with both hands now on the rock-solid dome in her belly.

“Oh, God,” she whined as tears formed in her eyes. “Oh, God, I’m… I’m gonna…” Taking a deep breath, she corrected herself. “No, I… I can hold it.” Then she slowly started to apply pressure to her bladder, spreading her legs and groaning loudly. “Oh, God, I can hold it, I can hold it, I can hold it, I can hold it, I can…” Both her hands suddenly moved between her legs as she let out a whimpering howl and a pressurized squirt of urine broke free to spray the carpet before she was able to clamp down again. “Nonononono, can’t…” Holly bit her lip and whimpered repeatedly as she squirmed vigorously, fanning her legs and grinding back and forth over the carpet. “N-not on the rug… No, no… Can hold it…”

Her breathing quickened and the pitch of her whines grew as her motions became more and more frantic, until suddenly she gasped and tensed up, trembling in place for a moment before suddenly spreading her legs and setting her hands down on the floor at her sides. Then, with a long, whining howl she lost control of her bladder, releasing a powerful stream that sprayed out with a hiss to travel a couple of feet forward before splattering against the carpet.

It took a few seconds for Holly to start feeling any relief, at which point her whining became heavy panting with her tongue hanging out of her wide-open salivating maw. She stared light-headed at the torrent she was unleashing, watching the puddle she was making expand across quickly-saturated carpeting, and lazily keeping track of where any stray droplets or trickles ended up.

The only thing that came close to bringing Holly back to reality while her accident unfolded was the sound of the apartment door closing, and the sound of her name making her ears perk up – but even then she didn’t truly register what was happening, and when Jason entered her field of view, staring wide-eyed at her work, she could only acknowledge him by looking him in the eye, taking a deep breath and closing her mouth for a second, then going right back to panting, now with a sultry glint in her watery eyes.

She had no way of knowing how long it took before she could think again – all Holly knew was that when she regained awareness of her surroundings, her bladder was sore but empty, and she could feel a cooling wetness against her butt, seeping into her fur. She continued panting for a while, now much more slowly, before at last shutting her eyes, taking a deep breath, then looking over at Jason.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly, punctuating her shame with a little sniffle. But then she took a more proper look at him, and saw a grin on his face, his phone in his hand, and… the promise of good fun in the near future.

He said nothing to her until he approached and knelt at her side, simply holding up his phone so she could see as he played back the footage he had captured of Holly wetting the carpet; she was transfixed with the view on the little screen as it showed her what she had just done, even though the video started well into her relief and didn’t show anything beforehand that Jason hadn’t been present for.

And as she watched the hasty recording of herself creating a massive cleaning project for her master, Jason reached up to ruffle her hair and scratch her behind the ears. “Good job,” he whispered to her. “You’ve been such a good girl holding all that in for me.” His hand drifted down to her tail, for a moment giving her a little scratch at the base before running fingers through its fur. “But you clearly must not know how to behave, ruining my carpet like that. I think someone needs to be punished, don’t you?”

Holly responded by looking up at Jason and licking his nose.

“Good girl,” he said with a chuckle as he pinched her cheek. “Such a good naughty doggy you are.”