A Potty Emergency – Chapter One
Nick woke up to sun streaming through the curtains of his bedroom. Immediately, he noticed something wrong and suddenly he became tense. He had done it again. He had wet the bed. His girlfriend sleeping next to him rolled over in her sleep and threw her arm around him.
“Morning honey,” she said groggily. She began to stir as the wetness on his side of the bed soaked through her pajamas. She woke up instantly and got on her hands and knees to avoid the puddle.
“Nick, again?” she said angrily. “You’ve got to be kidding me. That’s the third time this week. You’re wetting the bed more and more frequently. This is getting out of hand.” She got out of bed in a huff.
“I can’t help it. I didn’t even drink anything last night,” said Nick. “What do you want from me?”
Sara began undressing. “I want you to stop wetting the bed like a damn toddler! I know you can’t help it, and I’m sorry this is happening to you right now, but things can’t go on like this. Get in the shower while I change the sheets, and we’ll have a talk about this tonight.”
Nick stripped and got in the shower. It seemed like a long time before she joined him in the shower. “Did you have trouble with the sheets?” he asked. Sara turned around, her firm breasts dripping wet. “Something like that.” She grabbed the soap and starting lathering up Nick’s penis and groin area.
“Why can’t you be a big boy and hold it until you wake up,” she said firmly.
Nick stood in the shower while Sara continued to wash and clean the urine off his body. Tears came to his eyes. “I want to stop wetting myself, but I can’t. I just wake up and I’m all wet.”
“I feel sorry for you Nick, I really do. The medication Dr. Evans gave you isn’t working and he says it’s probably just a phase. But I have to be honest and say that I’m sick of waking up in a wet bed. I think it’s a little pathetic that you act tough in public everywhere we go, either insulting me or someone else with your arrogant attitude, yet you can’t even control your bladder at night.”
“Don’t give me that, Sara. I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I’m not a baby, and I can control myself. This is just a passing phase, alright?”
With that Sara left the shower. Nick gave his body another quick scrub and dried himself.
When Nick got home from work, he heard Sara walking in the bedroom. He turned on the TV, and over the din he heard what sounded like the rustling of plastic. He shrugged went to see what she was doing. When we walked into the bedroom doorway, he stopped dead in his tracks. An astonishing site met his eyes and the shock left him open-mouthed. He felt tears of anger and shame well in his eyes.
On their dresser, there was an opened green package. The label read “Depend. Fitted Maximum Protection. Maximum Absorbency.” To the side of the package were stacked two columns of thick white disposable diapers. In front of this display was a plastic container of baby powder. Sara stood looking out the window with her back to him. Her arms were crossed. In one of her hands was a diaper. Nick wanted to run away, or yell at Sara, or throw the diapers at her. His body trembled, and when he found his voice, all he could say was, “No.”
Sara turned. “Look, Nick. You’ve been wetting the bed on and off for a few months now. I think you should wear protection just as a precaution, okay? Just in case.”
“But Sara, I’m not a baby! And don’t tell me only babies wet their pants, because I know that, okay! But seriously, you can’t expect me to wear a diaper. This is just a passing phase!”
“Nick, how do you think I feel? My boyfriend wets the bed. Do you know how embarrassing it is for me to even say those words? My boyfriend wets the bed! Do you think I like waking up in a wet bed? We’re both adults, and we should act like adults. You have a little medical problem, and I am enough of an adult to be okay with that. Okay? I’m okay with you wetting the bed. But you have to be enough of an adult to wear proper protection! You say this is just a passing phase. Fine. But until it passes, I’m putting you in diapers every night.”
“Fine, Sara. I’ll wear the briefs at night. But let’s be completely clear that this is a medical issue, not an issue of me being a baby or anything.”
“Okay.”
That night, after Nick and Sara fucked, Nick settled into bed before her. He hoped she might forget about the diapers sitting on the dresser. He turned off the light and pretended to be asleep. When Sara came into the bedroom, she got in bed. She got comfortable. Nick breathed a silent sigh of relief. She had forgotten about the diapers. Maybe she had decided it wasn’t a good idea, after all! Suddenly, Nick felt a hand reach between his legs. Then the hand patted his bottom.
“Someone forgot his diaper!” she laughed.
“Oh damn it, Sara, can’t we just forget about the diapers?”
Sara got out of bed, turned the light on and ripped the blanket off her boyfriend. “Pajamas, underwear … off, now.”
Nick stared at the ceiling, shook his head and got naked. “Jesus, this is embarrassing.”
Sara picked up a diaper from the dresser and the container of baby powder.
“Baby powder? Seriously?” Nick snapped.
“So you don’t get a rash.”
“Fine. Whatever.”
She opened the diaper fully. “Lift your bum,” she said. The only time she had ever diapered anyone was when she used to baby-sit when she was 16. Now, as a woman, she was putting a diaper on her boyfriend. Nick, meanwhile, had closed his eyes and was trying to imagine himself somewhere else. It wasn’t working. No matter how hard he tried, he was very aware that he was a full-grown man being diapered by his girlfriend. He lifted his butt in the air as she requested. He heard the rustle of the diaper being slid under him.
“Down.” His butt fell back down. The feel of the thick diaper against his butt was instantly chilling. He felt as if lightning had shot up his spine. There was no doubt about it anymore … the diaper and the humiliation of being diapered was all too real. Suddenly he felt something falling on him. It tickled his penis and balls. This must be the powder, he realized. He started to feel anxious. Laying on a diaper as baby powder was sprinkled onto him was a very humiliating experience. He needed air. He inhaled deeply.
That’s when the smell of the baby powder hit him. The shock of it forced his eyes open and he stared at the ceiling. Latent memories of being a baby, dependent on a mother-figure for diaper changes began to creep into the back of his mind. He started to panic a little. He nearly jumped when Sara’s hand touched his penis to rub powder on it. “Hush, baby,” she said, and he felt the front of the diaper being pulled up between his legs. It seemed to reassure him, as if it would protect him. First he felt the diaper enclose his butt, then his balls, then his penis. He tilted his head forward to see Sara pressing the diaper tight over his penis as she began to fasten the tapes. Her grip on his penis through the diaper made him feel completely babyish. She fastened one tape, being careful to keep the diaper as tight and snug as possible. “So you don’t tinkle in the bed.” Then two tapes, then three, then four, then five, and finally all six. She checked with her finger to see if the leg guards were tight against his skin. Satisfied, she turned off the light and got in bed. Nick turned over on his side and felt the urge to cry when he heard the loud rustling and crinkling of the diaper and felt the snug thickness between his legs. The padding around his butt and penis was so thick that he could barely put his knees together. Sara snuggled up next to him and patted him on the butt.
“Good boy. Now try to keep that dry tonight, okay?”
The next morning, Nick was dry. When he woke, he felt desperate to pee, squeezed his penis through the thick diaper, and ran to the bathroom. Sara woke up with all the commotion. He tore the tapes off and relieved himself into the toilet. He threw the diaper in the trashcan and walked back to bed. “See,” he boasted. “I don’t need these stupid things.”
“I’m going to keep diapering you before bed until you can stay dry consistently,” she said firmly.
The next morning, Nick was dry again.
The morning after that, Nick awoke in the middle of the night with an aching bladder and felt himself start to wet his diaper. He grabbed the plastic cover of his thick diaper and tried to squeeze his penis as he squeezed his bladder muscles. He cut off the flow of pee but could feel a damp spot in his diaper. Sensing commotion in the bed, Sara woke up.
“Nick, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Go back to bed.”
“Did you have an accident?”
“No!”
“Then why are you squeezing your diaper?”
“I have to go, okay!”
“Okay, then go.”
Cautiously and slowly, he crept out of bed toward the bathroom, both hands tightly pressed to the thick disposable diaper. Halfway to the door, he felt himself spurt a little pee into his diaper. Sara followed him to the bathroom. When he got to the toilet, she started undoing his tapes, pushing away his hands.
“Go away Sara, I can do this.”
“I’m just helping,” she said as she took off his diaper and he released his pee into the toilet.
As Sara was throwing the diaper away, she noticed that the wetness indicator stripe was a little faded. She felt inside the brief to find the diaper slightly damp and yellow.
When Nick got back to bed and Sara re-diapered him, she mentioned the wet spot. “Nick, did you tinkle a little in your diaper? I noticed that your diaper was a bit wet. It’s okay if you did, I just wanted to make sure we keep track of your dry and wet nights.”
“Yes, okay, I wet a little on the way to the bathroom. Let’s just go to bed, alright?”
As Nick drifted off to sleep, he felt Sara’s finger reach inside his diaper’s leak guard, making sure the diaper was tight enough.
The next night, as they were preparing for bed, Nick lay naked on the bed waiting to be diapered. Sara, wearing a transparent pink nightie, took a diaper from the dresser and unfolded it.
“Up.”
Nick lifted his hips and she slid the diaper under him. As she pulled the diaper up between his legs, Nick’s penis began to swell up. He couldn’t help it. Sara pressed the soft diaper against his hardening penis.
“Nicholas … you naughty boy …” she said seductively.
She pulled the diaper back and took his shaft in her hands.
“Is my baby boy getting hot and hard? Bad boy…”
She squeezed his penis playfully.
“Last night you could barely keep your Pamper dry, and now here you are with a big, thick penis.” Sara could feel her pussy getting wet.
She began taking her panties off. She got on the bed and straddled Nick over his hips, facing him. She lowered her hips onto his hard cock and slowly eased him into her wet vagina.
“Oh god. Ohhhhhhhhhh…” she moaned. She began to bounce gently on his hips, forcing his dick in and out of her.
“Last night you spurted tinkle into your disposable diaper like a little baby boy and almost had a potty accident. Tonight you will be my big boy and not cum until I tell you to. Tonight you are going to control yourself.”
Nick began to pant. “Ok, then stop talking to me like that, it turns me on too much,” he said breathlessly.
Gently she ground herself on his penis, rubbing her clit against his hips.
“God Nick … I … can’t take it,” she moaned, bouncing up and down on his dick. Nick watched her breasts jiggle up and down with each bounce.
The continued to fuck softly for a few minutes gradually building speed and then slowing down.
“Okay, Nick … I’m going … to cum soon … but not yet … so control yourself … oh God!”
They continued grinding for a few minutes until Nick could feel Sara tense up.
“Uhhh…. !!!!” she moaned as she began riding Nick harder and faster. After another minute of hard fucking, Sara gasped and softly whined, “Oh … my … God!” as she orgasmed.
When she recovered, she turned her attention to Nick.
“Now, little boy, how did it feel to dribble into your diaper yesterday like a little toddler. What was wrong? Couldn’t you hold it like a big boy? Did you wake up tinkling in your diaper and try desperately to stop? Did you squeeze your penis desperately through your thick disposable? Did you almost have a potty emergency in your thick baby disposable? Did you almost have a potty accident in your thick, white little Pamper?”
This was too much for Nick. He came explosively.
After Sara lay on top of him while they recovered, she got up, taped his diaper on, and they went to bed in a state of dreamy exhaustion.
Three dry mornings passed.
“Honey, you’ve been was dry for three straight nights following your little nighttime mishap! I’m very proud of you!”
“Thanks,” he said sarcastically. “No more diapers then?”
“Come on honey, be serious, you’ve been wetting on and off like this before. You need to stay in diapers at night until we can be sure you’re dry for good.”
The next morning, when Nick awoke he saw Sara standing next to him shaking her head with a disappointed, “I-told-you-so” look on her face. His diaper was soaked and had leaked into the bed.
Sara shook her head in disappointment. “From now on, I’m diapering you with two diapers, and I’ll poke holes in the first so your pee will drain into the second so you can keep the sheets dry.”
The End of A Potty Emergency – Chapter One
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