A Potty Emergency – Chapter Four
Two days passed without incident. Nick was extra careful to go to the bathroom as soon as he felt the slightest urge. He didn’t leak one drop of pee into his daytime diapers.
On the third day, after Sara had changed him out of his wet nighttime diapers, Nick showered and got on the bed for his morning disposable.
Sara was dressing for work. “Are you ready for your diaper?”
“Yup.”
She grabbed a disposable diaper from the dresser and unfolded it. “Up!”
Nick lifted up. “Down!” He lowered himself onto the diaper. As she pulled the front of the diaper up through his legs, she said, “Are you excited, honey? One more dry day and you’ll earn your big boy underpants again! No more daytime diapers.”
Nick smiled. “It’s about time.”
After work later that day, they went out to the mall to shop for some kitchen accessories, stopping on the way for coffee. After Sara ordered, Nick ordered a latte.
“Don’t you want that decaffeinated, Mr. Crinklepants?” she smiled.
Nick was not amused. “What the hell, Sara, not so loud!” he whispered loudly. The coffee shop cashier was confused. “Decaf?” she asked.
“No. Regular,” Nick said firmly. He wasn’t going to let Sara get the best of him. She laughed and squeezed his diapered butt through his jeans. When they received their coffee, Nick downed his in a few gulps. Sara looked at him and felt slightly concerned. She knew that sometimes the mall’s bathrooms were under repair and locked. When they got to their car, Sara expressed her concern.
“Nick, was it really necessary to drink that coffee so fast?”
“What?”
“Lay on your back in the back seat. I’m putting another diaper on you just for a precaution. I don’t want your diaper leaking in the mall if that coffee runs right through you.”
“Are you serious? What the hell, Sara? This is ridiculous! You have no right.”
“I change your diapers. I help you get to the bathroom when you’re desperate. I’ve earned the right to call when you get double-diapered. Anyway, it’s just in case. Remember: if you stay dry, I won’t put you in daytime diapers any more.
“Fine. But I’m getting really sick of being treated like this.”
He lay down on the back seat and pulled down his pants, exposing his diaper. He felt completely helpless as Sara stood outside the car and leaned over him to put another diaper on him. Sara cut a few holes in his diaper, pulled an extra diaper from her purse, unfolded it and slid it under him. Sara pulled the diaper up tight between his legs and taped it snugly. She patted him on the crotch. Nick could barely feel her hand through the thick diaper padding. “Alright, let’s go shopping.”
In the mall, Nick and Sara were browsing through stores when Nick felt a strong urge come on. He tried to ignore it because he didn’t want Sara to make a fuss about him having a “potty emergency in his diapers.” God, how he hated when she talked like that. But he realized that he would have to go to the bathroom soon. He didn’t want to ruin his chance of getting out of daytime diapers.
“Honey, I’m going to browse in the sports store,” he told her.
Sara looked at him suspiciously. “Don’t lie to me. If you have to tinkle, just say so.”
“Fine, I have to go to the bathroom, okay?”
“Can you make it by yourself or do you need help?”
“I can make it myself.”
“Alright, I’ll be around here. Don’t take too long.”
Nick walked quickly through the mall to where the bathrooms were. The coffee he had drunk had gone right through his system. He could feel his bladder aching as the pressure grew steadily. He wanted to squeeze himself through his diapers but he was afraid of what people in the mall might think. He was almost running as he approached the men’s bathroom. A sign on the door made his heart skip a beat.
“Restroom Closed for Maintenance.”
“Oh no,” he mumbled under his breath. Tears began to well in his eyes. Instinctively, his hand made its way to the front of his jeans and he began to squeeze himself firmly. The thick padding of the diapers and the jean material made it very hard for him to grip his penis. He knew he needed to find another bathroom fast.
He started walking to the other end of the mall when he began getting the urgent, panicky feeling that he knew too well. He squeezed his bladder muscles tight to suppress a small spasm of desperation. A tear dripped down his face as he started to breath harder.
“I’m not going to have an accident. I’m not going to wet my diapers. I’m not going to have an accident. I’m not going to wet my diapers,” he repeated to himself as he walked quickly across the mall.
“Hey Nick, all set?”
It was Sara. Nick turned to her with his tear-stained face. Sara immediately understood. She put her finger down the front of his pants and into his diapers, despite the fact that they were in the middle of the mall.
“Still dry. But by the looks of it, not for long. You better not piss yourself, Nick. You just had me thinking that you were big enough to use the toilet during the day like a big boy. I swear to god, if you have an accident you’ll earn yourself a month in thick double diapers, day and night.”
Nick stifled a few sobs and tried to be strong. He squeezed his bladder muscles and reached under his pants to squeeze his penis more tightly through his thick disposables. He looked at Sara and she looked genuinely disgusted with him. She grabbed him firmly by the wrist and began pulling him through the mall. As they walked Nick felt a tiny dribble of pee escape his penis into his diapers. He was able to stop it before it could become a stream. He winced as he felt the wetness on the tip of his penis.
“No,” he whispered painfully.
Sara looked back at him. “No Mr. Diaperpants, you are not going to have a potty emergency in your daytime diapers, not here in the middle of the mall. You better not pee your diapers, Nick. I swear to god, if you do wet yourself, I’ll invite my girlfriends over to babysit you in thick double disposables while you do your little potty dance and tinkle in your diapers.”
Nick felt completely helpless and humiliated as he was dragged through the mall, his diapers crinkling loudly, with one hand squeezing himself tightly. He didn’t even care that people might be looking at him. He just wanted to make it to the bathroom before he exploded with pee in his diapers.
“You better not wet your diapers, Nick” she repeated firmly. Her voice sounded very determined and slightly angry. Nick just held on tight.
“There’s a restroom in the back of this clothing store,” she said, dragging him into the store. Nick noticed thankfully that the store had almost no shoppers. As they got close to the back of the store, Nick felt a strong urge to pee, and the urge developed into a spasm. A trickle of hot pee escaped through Nick’s penis into his thick diapers. Nick closed his eyes and clamped down on it hard. The trickle slowed to a dribble and then stopped.
Sara felt his hand go limp. She turned around to see Nick with both hands down the front of this pants. His head was tilted down as he looked down in shock at his diapers. His mouth was open and his eyes were wide and soft with fear and humiliation. The padding of his first diaper was slightly warm and damp against his penis, as he tried harder and harder to hold on.
Sara looked at him sternly. “Nick.” Her voice was more serious and sharp than Nick had ever heard it before. Nick looked up at her and saw her eyebrows furrowed in genuine concern. Her eyes were fixed on him. “Are you wetting your diapers?” The tone of her voice was very stern and serious, as if she could not believe what she was seeing.
Nick looked back down at his diapers and squeezed harder. He shook his head no.
Sara approached him with anger in her face. She pulled his pants down, exposing his thick white disposable diapers to the whole store. She ripped his hands away from the plastic cover of his outer diaper. The wetness indicator stripe was still there. Nick’s trickle of pee hadn’t soaked through the padding of his first diaper to the second diaper.
“Thank god. You didn’t wet yourself.” Nick’s pants were around his ankles as he stood there open mouthed, staring at his diapers as he squeezed his bladder muscles even tighter. “Let’s get these pants off you.” She proceeded to take his shoes off, followed by his jeans. Now Nick was standing in only his light blue t-shirt and thick white disposables in the middle of the department store, in full view of the cashier staff. Nick felt humiliated but mentally blocked them out. The shirt was small on him and left his crinkly bulging diapers in plain sight.
“Come on Mr. Paddedbutt. Follow me to the bathroom. Let’s hope you can keep your Pampers dry.”
Nick took a step and spurted a few more drops as he spread his legs trying to walk. He did not take another step. The dribble of hot pee into his diapers stopped as he squeezed his bladder muscles desperately. He did not even bother trying to stop himself with his hands. It hurt too much to squeeze his penis, even through the thickness of the two diapers. He held his arms tensely at his sides. He stood with his legs slightly spread apart and his diapers snug and thick between his legs. His body tingled all over in anticipation. He kept his bladder muscles tightly clamped, but felt like he would lose control if he tried to run to the bathroom. He stared at his thick disposable, open-mouthed. He bit his lower lip in his anger and his shame. “This can’t be happening,” he whispered to himself.
Sara turned and saw him frozen in place. “What’s the hold up, Mr. Puffy Pampers? We’re 20 step away from the bathroom.” She saw the desperate, helpless expression on Nick’s face.
“You better not have a potty accident in your thick white Pampers. Are you still dry?”
Nick looked at her helplessly with tears in his eyes. He swallowed hard and looked away.
“If I can’t get an answer from you, then let’s see what your Pampers have to say.”
Sara looked down at his diapers. She noticed nothing out of the ordinary. The wetness indicator strip was intact because Nick’s spurts had been thus far absorbed by his first diaper. “Good. Still a big boy.” She started walking to the bathroom again.
“Come on Mr. Potty Pampers. Let’s get you in the bathroom before you really potty in your thick little Pampers.” The words cut into Nick. He was holding on with all of his strength, trying to stay composed. He panicked as he felt another short spurt into his diapers. He started to feel the wetness in his thick disposables. His diapers felt a little heavier. All of a sudden, he felt like he couldn’t hold it any more. He got a very strong, urgent panicky feeling. He looked toward Sara for help.
He knew that if he could hold on and make a quick dash to the bathroom, he might not completely wet himself. Even though he had lost a few spurts in his diapers, he knew that he could still earn his regular underwear if he didn’t soak his diapers like a baby.
Sara turned back toward him when she didn’t hear his steps following her. For a moment, she smelled the faint smell of pee in the air. She looked at his diapers and still saw the wetness-indicator strip intact. “Ok, Mr. Toddler-Pants, I can tell by the smell that you have dribbled a little in your first disposable, but you are NOT going to have a full-blown potty accident in your Pampers.”
She walked sternly up to Nick, took his chin in her hand and lifted his face to hers. Her eyes met his. Squeezing his thighs together, and trying to clamp his thickly padded diapers around his penis, he felt a strong spurt into his diapers. He instinctively clamped down on it with his bladder muscles, but all he could do was slow the spurt down to a trickle.
Sara was unaware of the state of desperation Nick was in. Her eyes were firm and determined. “Listen to me, Mr. Diaper-Boy, You are NOT going to have a full-blown potty accident in your Pampers!”
Nick gulped and looked desperately into Sara’s eyes. His mouth opened slightly as he panicked. A tear dripped down his face. He squeezed his thighs tightly together around his diapers to put pressure on his penis, trying to stop the trickle.
“Nicholas, follow me to the bathroom, NOW!”
He was able to slow the trickle to a slight dribble, but just then he felt another spurt into his diapers. He squeezed tighter and was slowing that spurt down when he felt another spurt. All of a sudden, despite squeezing his thighs together tighter than ever before around his diapers, he felt spurt after spurt after spurt, one after the other, escape uncontrollably into his thick diapers taped tightly between his legs.
Sara was about to pull Nick towards the bathroom when suddenly she heard a sound that she could have sworn reminded her of Nick wetting his diaper in his sleep.
It couldn’t be true, she thought.
Sara’s eyes met his, and she looked at him hesitantly as she cautiously touched the front of his thick white disposable diapers taped snugly between his legs.
“Nicholas,” she said seriously, “Are you wetting your Pampers?”
The End of A Potty Emergency – Chapter Four.
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