A Potty Emergency – Chapter Two
When bedtime came that evening, Nick lay naked face up on the bed the way he usually did every night when it was diaper time. Sara grabbed two diapers and got to work diapering her boyfriend.
“Up.”
Nick lifted his butt and she slid the diaper underneath him. He settled his butt back down on the soft thick diaper. She pulled up the diaper tight between his legs and taped it snugly into place.
“I cut slits into the plastic cover of your diaper, honey. Here comes the second diaper. Up.”
Nick lifted his diapered butt again, feeling more humiliated than ever before. She was putting a second diaper on him, doubling his shame. She taped the second diaper snugly into place and patted him gently on the crotch. The padding of the diapers was so thick that Nick barely felt her hand. He choked back a sob.
“Don’t worry, honey. This is for your own good. Think about how happy you’ll feel to wake up in a dry bed tomorrow, even if you have a potty emergency in your diapers.
The words stung Nick. “Why do you have to call it a ‘potty emergency’? I thought we agreed that this was strictly a medical problem? Why do you have to make me feel like a two-year-old?” He tried to roll away from her but was surprised how difficult it was to move with the thick double-diaper between his legs.
“Give me a break, Nick, don’t get oversensitive now. You’re wetting the bed like a baby and I’m going to treat you like one if I feel like it. I’m the one diapering you and making sure you keep your pajamas dry. Little boys who tinkle in their diapers will be treated like little boys who tinkle in their diapers. Get some sleep, and try to keep your diapers dry.”
Nick felt completely humiliated when he realized that he could barely close his legs with the two thick diapers snug between his legs. The only comfortable position he could find in the bed was laying on his stomach with his legs spread apart, and even then the thickness of the diapers over his crotch lifted his body a little off the bed. He fell asleep feeling like a helpless bed-wetter. He told himself that he was a man and that this was just a medical issue, but the thickness of the diapers seemed to remind him that Sara was in charge. As if in confirmation of this, Sara sleepily patted his padded butt.
That night, Nick dreamt that he was swimming in a beautiful lake surrounded by majestic mountains. He was about to start peeing in the lake when he awoke with a start to the darkness of his bedroom. He clamped his hands on his crotch, squeezing his penis through the thick diapers. Squeezing his bladder muscles, he was able to stop the flow of urine before any escaped into his diapers. He really had to go, and he got an urgent, panicky feeling.
“You can do this, Nick,” he said to himself. He took a moment to compose himself. “All you have to do is make it to the bathroom and get these diapers off.”
He carefully edged himself to the side of the bed with both hands tightly grasping his penis through the diapers. No matter how hard he squeezed, though, he could barely feel his hands through all the padding. He closed his eyes and squeezed harder as a few drops dribbled into his diapers.
“No…” he whispered desperately to himself. He swung one leg over the edge of the bed, followed by the other. As he was standing up, he felt a strong spasm in his bladder. Before he knew it, a spurt of pee drizzled into his diapers before he could stop it. “Oh no!” he gasped. He lay back down in the bed in a fetal position with his thighs squeezing the diapers as tightly as possible over his penis to stop the flow. Sara woke up as Nick was moving around in the bed.
She was annoyed and groggy about having been woken up in the middle of the night. “Let me guess. You have to potty. Is your diaper still dry?”
“Shut up…” he stammered, trying to maintain composure.
“Can’t you just walk to the bathroom? Here, I’ll help you.” She started to lift Nick out of the bed into a standing position. Nick desperately squeezed his diapers as another spurt dampened his diapers.
“No! Sara, I can’t stand up! I tried and wet myself a little!”
“Ok, relax. Do you think you’re going to have a potty emergency in your diapers?”
“Shut up Sara, I haven’t lost control, I just wet myself a little when I tried to stand up! I’m going to make it in a second.” With that, he gathered his courage to make a final dash to the bathroom.
“Don’t take that tone with me, mister. Little baby boy dribbled into his diapy, and that counts as a wet diapy. Still, let’s try to get you to the toilet like a big boy so you don’t have a potty accident.”
Sara got out of bed and flicked on the light. Nick blinked in the sudden light and hid his face. Sara inspected the front of his diapers. “I don’t see any fading of the wetness indicator, so I think the first diaper had held your little spurts of tinkle. Let’s just hope you don’t have a big potty emergency in your diapers!”
“Why do you have to talk like that!” Nick stammered, clutching his disposable diapers tighter. Suddenly he felt a slow stream of pee out of his penis into his diapers. He squeezed with his hands, but the diapers were too thick and he could barely reach his penis. “Oh god, I’m going!” he cried.
He jumped out of bed and cried as he ran to the bathroom. He kept his knees glued together and his hands clamped firmly on the plastic covering of his thick white disposable diapers. But he felt his pee steadily leak through his penis and into his diapers with every step he took. “Honey!!! I’m having an accident!!! Help me please!!!” he wailed.
He sobbed heavily as he stood in front of the toilet and continued to wet his diapers. His legs were spread slightly apart by the diapers and his chin was tilted down as tears streamed down his face. His hands were at his sides … he no longer tried to squeeze himself through the thick padding of his diapers.
Sara rushed to his side. She was about to undo the tapes of the outer diaper when she stopped. Looking at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, she saw the wetness indicator of Nick’s outer diaper fade away. A yellow patch appeared on the diaper and grew larger until it filled the diaper.
“Help me!!!” Nick wailed.
“I can’t, honey. It’s too late. You’re already tinkling into your diapers. There’s nothing I can do.”
Nick sobbed as he continued to fill his diapers. “I’m a big boy!” he hiccupped between sobs. Sara gently cupped his diaper in her hand as he peed and said, “It’s okay, honey. It’s okay.”
Sara noticed that the sound of his peeing had stopped. “All done?” she asked. Nick nodded. “Then lay down so I can get these wet diapees off of you.” Nick lay down on the bathroom floor while Sara took the wet diapers off. “I’ll get rid of these wet diapers and get some fresh diapers ready. You jump in the shower, mister.”
Nick swallowed his tears as he obeyed.
A few minutes later, Sara jumped naked into the shower, holding a bottle of baby oil. She stood in front of Nick and poured some oil onto his penis and began massaging it gently. He started to get hard.
“What are you doing?”
“This is your punishment, Mister Potty-Pampers. Don’t you dare cum until I tell you. Time for you to be a big boy.”
She turned with her back toward him, took hold of his shaft, and guided the lubricated penis into her from behind. They fucked softly in the shower until Sara came, followed by Nick.
The next morning found the couple preparing to leave for the supermarket. Sara noticed that Nick drank two cups of coffee and two cups of apple juice in the morning. They were about to leave when Sara said to Nick, in a firm tone, “Did you go to the bathroom?”
Frustrated, Nick replied back, “Who the hell are you to ask me if I went to the bathroom? I’m not a baby just because I wet the bed sometimes!”
“Christ, Nick, you’re acting like a baby when you wet the bed, and by throwing a temper tantrum, you’re acting like a baby right now. I asked you a simple question. I just want to make sure you’re safe for the trip. Now, have you peed this morning?”
Nick stood in silence, arms crossed, staring out the window of their apartment.
“Have you?”
“No.”
“Then we’re not leaving until you have. I don’t want to hear any complaints.”
Angry, Nick walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Who did she think she is? He wasn’t going to wet his pants in the day time! As he stood in the bathroom, he noticed that he did need to pee a little bit. But if he went to the bathroom, he would be letting Sara win … he would be confirming that he did need her to tell him to pee before going to the supermarket. He could hold it until after they went shopping … after all, they wouldn’t be gone for more than a couple hours.
He pretended to wash his hands and then walked out of the bathroom.
“Ok Nick, good. Let’s go.”
In the supermarket, Sara seemed to be taking her time walking up and down the aisles. In reality, she was just reading the nutritional content of different foods, but Nick felt like she was deliberately taking a long time. He squeezed his bladder muscles a little bit. He had to pee. Not badly, but he was definitely uncomfortable.
“Nick, did you know that egg noodles have more protein than regular pasta?” Sara said absentmindedly.
“Oh, really? That’s interesting” Nick said, feeling more and more desperate to pee. He squeezed his muscles again. Instinctively, he bent his knees and squeezed his thighs together, trying to squeeze his bladder muscles tighter. He had an idea.
“Honey, I’m going to browse a little on my own.”
“Alright, but don’t go too far.”
Nick hurried out of the aisle and spotted a store clerk in the next aisle over.
“Excuse me, Sir, can you tell me where your public restroom is?”
“I’m sorry, the store’s restroom is out of order.”
Nick felt a little spasm in his bladder, and tried to squeeze his penis through this pants pocket. He felt a spurt of pee escape into his underpants. His faced flushed and he squeezed his bladder muscles tighter.
Panicking, he raised his voice. “What do you mean your restroom is out of order! What kind of business are you running here?”
Sara heard Nick’s raised voice from the next aisle, where she had been looking at pasta sauces. She felt her blood go hot. Here he goes again, putting people down, and barely able to keep his pants dry.
“I’m sorry, Sir, but there’s nothing I can do. Our public men’s room is not open.”
Nick was feeling angry and desperate when Sara stormed up.
“How dare you yell at this store clerk?! It’s not his fault that you are about to wet yourself! Didn’t I tell you to pee in the toilet at home before we left?”
Nick shuffled uncomfortably, trying to maintain control. He looked at the floor. “I didn’t go. I thought I could hold it.”
Sara was furious. He grabbed her boyfriend’s hand and pulled him in front of the clerk.
“Please pardon my boyfriend. He panics whenever he has a tinkle emergency. Can I please take him into the ladies room before he has an accident? Is it open?”
“Yes ma’am the ladies room is two aisles down on your right.”
“Thank you. Nick, if you can’t hold it before we get to the bathroom, I swear to god I will spank you in the middle of this supermarket in front of all these people.”
Nick closed his eyes, hung his head and said nothing. He just squeezed his bladder muscle and penis as tight as he could while Sara pulled him toward the bathroom. “Please hurry,” he whispered to her.
She was in no mood to be sympathetic. “Please hurry?” she said loudly, so that nearby shoppers turned to listen. “Why? So you don’t tinkle in your pants like a little baby boy? Sure honey, let’s hurry. I know how you get cranky when you have accidents in bed, so I can imagine how much you’ll cry if you wet yourself in front of all these people.”
The words bit into him as he felt another, longer spurt of pee drizzle into his briefs. He could feel the pee soak into his underpants and drip down his leg. As she pulled him faster and faster toward the bathroom door, he held on tightly to her hand and even more tightly to his bladder.
She pushed the door open calmly and quickly pulled Nick into a stall. “Attaboy, almost there.” By this time, Nick was so desperate that he started crying. “I can’t hold it,” he whispered. His knees were locked together as he strained with all his might to keep himself dry. His hands were locked on his penis, trying to hold back the pee. “It’s okay, baby, be patient.” She pushed his hands away, undid the button on his pants, unzipped them and positioned him in front of the toilet.
He finally couldn’t hold it any more and starting peeing just as Sara’s hands were lifting his penis out of his briefs. His briefs absorbed one final strong spurt of pee before Nick was finally peeing in the toilet, and a few drops landed on Sara’s hands.
“Ooohhhh!!!…..” he gasped. All that could be heard was Nick’s heavy breathing and occasional whimper and the sound of his pee draining into the toilet. Sara, who was still holding his penis, said, “Okay, little man, I think you can hold your own wee-wee now.” Nick took his penis from her and just continued breathing hard. As his bladder was released, the panicky feeling subsided and his crying slowed. Sara grabbed some toilet paper and wiped Nick’s pee from her hands. “I bet you feel better, huh? It must be hard to almost have a public accident at your age!”
It was not clear to Nick from the tone of Sara’s voice whether she was genuinely sympathetic. Her voice seemed distant, as if she was thinking about something.
Nick looked at Sara’s face to see if he could detect her reaction. He was so embarrassed that he could barely lift his chin to look at Sara. His flushed and tear-stained face looked up. Sara was looking at her cell phone as Nick finished up his peeing. Her face seemed very calm, as if nothing were out of the ordinary. She didn’t even seem angry.
“All done?” she asked as his pee came to an end. He looked at her and nodded. Their eyes met for a few seconds. Nick, humiliated, looked into her eyes to see if she was angry, disappointed, sad or what. She gazed deeply into Nick’s eyes for a few moments and then looked away. In that instant, Nick thought he detected a multitude of emotions in her eyes: anger, frustration, sympathy … but most of all, power. She looked very powerful to Nick, and she seemed to embrace this feeling of power.
“Let’s see if you were able to keep your pants dry.” She reached into his underpants and felt the dampness of the cotton. “Nope. Looks like you had a little accident. Lucky for you your Honey was here to keep you from having a big accident in public. What do you say to your Honey?”
“Thanks.”
“Thank you for what?”
“For helping me get to the bathroom.”
“So you wouldn’t…”
“So I wouldn’t wet my pants.”
“But you did wet your pants. And even if you had kept them dry, you still would have proved that you can’t be trusted to keep your pants dry. First, you needed my help to get to the bathroom in time, and second, you did not listen to me when I told you to pee before we left home.” She paused to let her words sink in. Nick sniffled, put his penis back in his pants, zipped them up and tried to regain composure. “What do you have to say for yourself, mister?”
“Look, Sara I think you’re making too big a deal out of this. This could have happened to anyone. Let’s just forget about it.”
“It would have been a big deal if you wet yourself in the store and made a big puddle on the floor, huh, Mister Pottypants?”
“Christ, Sara, is that really necessary? I’m humiliated enough as it is.”
“Ok, I’ll make this easier for you. Here are the keys, go wait in the car while I finish shopping.”
“Fine.”
Nick waited in the car, and about half an hour later he saw Sara pushing a shopping cart out of the store. She unloaded the groceries in the trunk, got in the drivers seat, and drove back to their flat.
“I want to see you in the shower in two minutes. Wash your pee off and throw your went pants in the washing machine.”
The End of A Potty Emergency – Chapter Two.
If you want to read more stories about ABDL boys you can find a list here: Diaper Boys – Index