A Crinkle In the Fabric of Reality – Chapter Four
He cried, more from the humiliation than the pain of it all. But at the same time,
there was a good feeling too. He was letting pressure leak out of him, and now that the
damage was already done, he could tell how good it felt to let it all out. His bunny cock
started to harden against the crotch of his pants as a puddle formed underneath him.
The idea of stopping the flow never occurred to Benjamin as his paw moved to his
crotch. “I’m… I’m pissing my PANTS!” He said out loud, the affirmation sending a jolt of
pleasure down his spine and through his cock. He gripped it tightly, rubbing his paw
against the soggy fabric of his sweatpants.
“I’m peeing myself like a baaaaaahaaaahaaaaby!” He groaned, his mind entirely
on autopilot, instincts kicking in. The pleasure of release felt so good, he couldn’t think
of anything else but sating his immediate needs. HIs paw rubbed up and down against
his stiff carrot, the spongy fabric sliding up and down against the head of it. It wasn’t
long before his secretions began to grow oily and slick. Arching his head back,
Benjamin squealed. “I’m peeing my pants like a good baby!” He said, his higher
thoughts going bye-bye for the moment as he felt his need building.
Rubbing himself off through his outfit felt like it took minutes. Or maybe hours.
His brown hair bounced against his neck, his ears perked, as he pleasured himself
against his own accident. But he could only last for so long. After a last cry of bliss, he
felt his spunk flooding his pants, the stain on the front of the black material growing
shimmery. Flopping over onto the carpet, Benjamin panted, dry heavy breaths with his
eyes rolled back in his head. He was hot, sweaty, humiliated, and had a puddle to clean
up before it stained. But he felt GOOD. He’d never known soaking himself could be so
amazingly hot.
But eventually the afterglow had to fade. Benjamin sat up and looked down. “Oh
fucking hell! What did I just DO?!?” His pulse quickened. Thank fate no one had seen
him! Wincing, he stood up, feeling the drops of piss dribbling from his sodden cotton tail
and the fabric of his pants. “What’s happening to me?” he said, tearing up a bit. He
knew what he had to do. Standing up, he marched into the bathroom. Right above a
large training potty shaped like a clown, he found it. His “Big Boy Potty Training Chart”.
As he wiped a tear from his left cheek, he raised his paw up to get one of the stickers.
For both today and tonight, he had to put a rainy cloud sticker up. The first two rainy
cloud stickers he’d gotten in months, maring his otherwise perfect record of smiling
suns.
He felt like he was going to cry. It was going to be a long night!
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Elsewhere around the world, many other people were making similar kinky
discoveries. For though the idea of adulthood had become frayed and tattered
under two sudden strains, people’s sex drives remained.
It was going to be a long night!
At six in the morning, the room where the Infanite Translator was being
kept was unlocked. Someone trotted in, as casually as ever, and flipped the
device’s power switch from “Off” to “On” a third time. And the damage continued
to mount…
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He woke up wet. Benjamin heard a sloshing sound as he rolled over in his bed,
and felt a shiver from the cold puddle he was laying in. “Aw fuc-“ He stopped himself.
There was something about that word that caused him to hesitate. Something
unbearably DIRTY about it. “F-fudge.” he said, as he pulled off his bedsheets and sat up
to survey the damage.
Benjamin slept with a plastic cover on his mattress. When you had infrequent
night time accidents like him, it was just common sense. Still, the fact that he hadn’t
been able to wake up to go potty in the middle of the night bothered him. Wrinkling his
nose, he reached over to his night stand and grabbed his carrot pacifier, popping it in
his mouth and suckling on it to try and sooth his scowl into a smile. “I’mf spoff’ta be
bedder dan diff.” he slurred around his nucky. He knew that he was speaking truths. but
he wasn’t sure HOW it was true… as his potty training chart could attest, he averaged
two to three night time wettings a week.
Getting out of bed with a hop, he shed his soggy Prairie Patrol jammies and
raced for the shower. One steamy cleansing later (along with a quick orgasm to the
thought of wetting himself in his sleep), he trotted out to his dresser, sliding his
underwear drawer open and looking in. There was an even mix of plastic training pants
and cartoon-festooned briefs. With a frown, he reached down for one of the pairs of
briefs.
“I-I should be ok.” Benjamin held them up and stared at them. “I mean, I’m
usually good about knowing when I need to go. When I’m awake.” His affirmation called
to mind yesterday’s events. “Yeah… I should be fine. I mean, I already know something
was strange about yesterday. I still need to figure that out, actually.” He lifted one leg to
push it through one of the holes on the briefs. “I’m still a big boy. I don’t NEED my-
those training pants.” The longer he continued his affirmation, the more he believed it.
“Today’ll be different! I know it will be!”
The End of A Crinkle In the Fabric of Reality – Chapter Four.
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