Barry 1,608 Posted June 3, 2019 Popular Post Share Posted June 3, 2019 Have you ever wanted to know how badly others have to pee? Tim has. Chapter 1. The bus pulled up outside the college, and Tim got on. It wasn’t an actual school bus, but a public one, and he made his way towards a seat at the back. The school was the first stop from the depot, and therefore empty, and he had no trouble getting a rear seat, but one that had a good forward view. The ride home was almost an hour long, so a good seat was important. He could of always driven his car of course, but with his student concession the bus was much, much cheaper, not to mention the fact that the ride home gave him ample time to indulge in his favourite game, watching for pee desperation. Tim considered himself a professional voyeur, a true connoisseur of all things desperation related, and was proud of being able to spot a potty dance in a crowded room from afar. He had a mild need to go himself, a need which would be much stronger by the time he got home, especially if he managed to drink the rest of his water bottle as planned, which would lead to some fun private time once he was alone. He really enjoyed the feeling of holding onto his own pee, while keeping an Eagle eye out for random strangers that might also be feeling the need for relief. They weren’t all random strangers though. There was a particular person of interest that he saw on the same bus virtually everyday, a true Goddess, one that he had many fantasies about, who he was sure was quite desperate on a daily basis. But her stop wasn’t for a few miles yet, so he had lots of time to sip his water, and survey the passengers who were slowly filling the bus in front of him. He put his earphones in, but turned the volume on his phone down low, so he could only just hear the music. The earphones were more to discourage any attempts at mundane conversation that any of the other students might attempt to start. His attention drifted around the passengers. A girl with black hair was sitting with her legs tightly crossed. He watched her briefly, but decided she didn’t need to pee, but was trying to avoid contact with the fat man she sat beside. At the next stop, more passengers got on, this time not college students. A young woman in her late twenties looked like a possibility, but he couldn’t be sure. A young boy with her made a quick squeeze at the crotch of his shorts, but it was only a quick one, and he wasn’t squirming. The middle aged man in the suit looked a bit fidgety, and swapped his briefcase from side to side, but Tim thought he was probably just getting tired of holding it. As the trip progressed, the passenger rotation continued. At first, for every one who got off, two new ones took their place. Soon, the seats we’re almost full, and more people were standing. This was another benefit of sitting towards the back, he’d be less likely to have to give up his seat for an older person. He continued to drink from his bottle, enjoying how the motion of the bus was accelerating his own need to pee. It certainly wasn’t at all urgent yet, but it was starting to become noticeable. He hoped that he would be reasonably desperate by the time he arrived home. The jeans he was wearing would be a fantastic thing to pee in. He knew this from past experience. Tim loved wetting his pants, and he loved wearing diapers as well, but he didn’t get a lot of opportunity to do so. Because he lived with his parents and older sister, the alone time required to comfortably wet oneself, then discretely do the laundry, or safely dispose of a wet diaper, was limited. But, today was Friday. His parents were away for the weekend, and his sister was going out tonight, staying at a friends place and going clubbing, so 18 year old Tim would have the house to himself! He planned to start off with soaking the jeans he was wearing, then settling in for some hard core gaming, drinking beer and wearing a big adult diaper. No doubt he’d do an online search for pee desperation as well. Maybe wet his nappy as he watched girls go in their pants. It certainly didn’t get much better than that! So far, this bus trip was proving fruitless. The dark haired girl disembarked, and the man with the briefcase took the seat. The little boy seemed restless, but was probably just bored. Another older lady, standing towards the front, shifted her weight from one leg to the other, but that wasn’t much of a tell. For the thousandth time, he really wished he could read peoples minds! Oh to have the power to see inside a persons head, and to see if they were truly desperate or not, to know if they were going to wet their pants! He was shaken from his daydream as he recognised the bus stop that they were pulling up at. This was HER stop, and yes! She was here. Sinead. He knew her name from reading it on the tag of her laptop bag, and hearing her friends talk to her. Sinead was Irish. Pale skin, long auburn hair, and a few freckles on her pert little nose. She was tall-ish, maybe 5’10, with a generous set of breasts, and an ass that men would happily fight over. She was always happy it seemed. Always smiling. Always laughing at something, and she had the cutest accent in the whole world. But as usual, Tim thought that she needed to pee. He knew it was a possibility that she was like him, and enjoyed holding on. Or perhaps she didn’t like using the bathroom at her school. Maybe she didn’t have time to go before the bus arrived. It could be a number of reasons, but whatever it was, it was a regular occurrence, he was sure. Today, Sinead was wearing skin tight pink jeans. Her glorious backside highlighted in tight pink denim, with no visible panty line showing at all. Tim decided she was probably wearing a thong, and it was pulled right against her quivering sex, and he felt himself begin to stir within his pants. He watched her closely. As usual, she kept bouncing around, keeping her thighs pressed tightly together, but talking and laughing with her friends at the same time. She was probably around 20, the same age as his sister, and he had often wondered if they perhaps knew each other. As he observed, she crossed one foot over the other, and reached around behind herself, to gently tug at her jeans under her magnificent backside. At one point she laughed, and even hunched slightly forwards as she did so. She was like this every. single. time Tim saw her, and he just knew that she was riding the bus with a full bladder every day. His mind swum with possibilities, like it always did when he saw her. What if there was a breakdown? An accident? Terrorist attack? What if she simply misjudged her need one day? What if she lost control and wet herself? The thought of her bright pink jeans, getting darker and wetter as she squirmed uncontrollably was the hottest thing in the world! Tim’s dick went rock hard, and he felt a little wet spot of pre-cum on his boxer briefs. He hunched forward, pretending to be scrolling through his playlist, just to hide the tent in his trousers, but his eyes never left her butt. Oh how magnificent it would be to see her wet her pants! The ride continued, and for awhile Tim’s view of Sinead was blocked by other passengers. After awhile, his erection subsided, and he could sit back again, and drink more water. The sticky spot on his underwear felt nice, like a little pee spot, and he wished that he could give it a good, hard rub. All too soon and it was his dream girls time to get off the bus, not all that far from his stop actually. As usual, he had a vague thought about perhaps getting off here and following her, but he knew that was getting a bit creepy. Besides, it wouldn’t accomplish anything. She was older, prettier, and much more popular than he would ever be, and there was no chance at all that she would ever talk to him. He gloomily watched on as she alighted from the bus, and walked away up the street with her friends. But as the bus pulled away, he did a quick double take! Was that a small wet spot on her bottom?? Or a shadow? No. No. No. How could this possibly happen? Had she leaked, or was it a trick of the light? He felt like he had to know! Tim briefly considered getting off at the next stop and walking back, but he had no idea where she might be. Even if he found her, he couldn’t exactly just follow her and stare at her butt. Besides, his own need to pee was getting progressively stronger. He let the person sitting beside him out, then slumped dejectedly back into his seat. Had Sinead just leaked? He’d never know. He sighed softly. “If only I could read people’s minds...” he thought ruefully to himself. Keita123, herrokitty, Luna and 4 others 7 Quote Link to comment
Tristansagustm 17 Posted June 4, 2019 Share Posted June 4, 2019 That was absolutely amazing , I’ve missed your writing. Quote Link to comment
Melificentfan 1,215 Posted June 4, 2019 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted June 4, 2019 This is fantastic Quote Link to comment
tevoka 55 Posted June 4, 2019 Share Posted June 4, 2019 So far so good and I'm excited to see how this develops. Quote Link to comment
Barry 1,608 Posted June 5, 2019 Author Share Posted June 5, 2019 Thanks everyone! Next chapter will be up shortly! I’ve got a good feeling about this story.... Quote Link to comment
Barry 1,608 Posted June 5, 2019 Author Share Posted June 5, 2019 Chapter 2: Not more than 10 minutes later, Tim’s own stop arrived, nicely positioned only a block away from his house. He took a moment to stretch his back, and headed towards the corner of his street. He walked quickly, but not urgently, needing to pee, but not enough to make it a dire emergency, which was exactly as he had planned. If his sister hadn’t left already, she would be doing so shortly, and he could have the house to himself. Then he could seek relief in a couple of ways, both involving bodily fluids and his pants. As he turned the corner, he saw an elderly female neighbor from this end of the street, pulling her little VW into her driveway. He watched as the spritely old lady almost jumped out of her car, and hurried towards her front door, doing a fast type of shuffle. Immediately, Tim’s pee-radar went off. He quickened his pace to catch up with her from the sidewalk, just in time to see her push her door open and almost lunge inside. “Definitely needs a wee,” he thought to himself, “unless she could hear her phone ringing,” he mentally added with distaste. That was the thing, he’d never know for sure. Tim’s pee-radar covered all ages and genders, and it wasn’t necessarily a sexual thing. He had zero interest in any form of contact with old people, kids, men, and probably 20 more demographics, but his radar still went off if he saw desperation. But from a sexual side of things, females from late teens and older, wetting their panties was simply the hottest thing going, and he yearned to witness it. Three minutes later, he was walking up his own driveway, and only then did he allow himself a quick squeeze of his penis, relishing how good it felt to be enjoying a hold, and again wondering if Sinead might’ve wet herself. Walking past his sisters car, he let himself in the front door, closing it with a bang, to announce his presence. “Lisa! I’m home! Leese? Where are ya?” A voice came from down the hall, in the direction of the bathroom that they shared. “I’m in here, Timmy! Just had a shower. I’m going to Karen’s shortly.” He pulled distractedly at his crotch for a second, his urgency somehow accelerating due to the close proximity of the toilet, and his assumption that he’d be relieving himself as soon as he got home. He could always use the toilet of course, but he had big plans regarding using the combination bath/shower instead. “Just hurry,” he mumbled to himself, trying not to appear desperate or suspicious. A few uncomfortable moments passed, before Lisa swept into the room, carrying an overnight bag, her hair still wet from the shower. “Gotta go, Tim-bo,” she said with a smile. “There’s food in the fridge, I’ll be back tomorrow, and the emergency number for mum is on the fridge, ok?” Tim laughed. “Geez Leese! How will a helpless little boy like myself ever survive without a big, strong grownup like you to protect me?” His sister laughed, giving him a close up look at her extended middle finger. “Don’t be a smart ass Timbo. Nobody likes a smart ass. Just call me if you need me, ok?” “I will, promise,” he replied, then sighed with relief as she walked out the door. He stood to the side of the window, crossing his legs, and tugging at his crotch, watching his sister back out, and drive off up the street. Boy. He really did need to go now. Tim headed straight for his bedroom, where he dumped his laptop and school bag onto his unmade bed, then kicked his shoes and socks off, using his feet and the floor. After that, he went into the adjacent bathroom, wincing a bit as his now bare feet walked into a small puddle, proof positive that his sister had indeed used the shower or bath. Normally, her leaving water or her towels on the floor would irritate him, but not this time. Now, he only wanted to enjoy some fun, wet playtime. He paused briefly to wipe the mist off the large wall mirror opposite the tub, then he stepped over Lisa’s abandoned towel, and stepped into it. Facing the mirror, he positioned himself in a way that he could see his reflection, at least the part with his jeans anyway. The bottom of the tub was very wet, and he made little splashing sounds with his feet as he adjusted his stance. Finally comfortable with the view, he lowered his hands. Letting his imagination run free, he imagined how desperate Sinead must’ve been on that bus. How much she really needed to pee, and what it felt like for her. He tried to imagine exactly what she must’ve been thinking, as she ground her denim clad thighs together, knowing she was going to start leaking, or even worse, in her pretty jeans. Tim firmly squeezed his cock through his own denim, and rubbed the front of his pants with pressure, relaxing his bladder for a few seconds at a time, but clenching down again just as he thought it was too late. He watched his reflection doing a potty dance, just as he’d watched Sinead potty dance earlier, while he rubbed his penis and kept doing a few little teasing relaxations of his bladder, trying to get inside her head, wanting to know what it would’ve felt like for her to wet her pants in public. Oops. Didn’t quite cut the flow off in time then. A tiny little bit escaped. Not much, but he felt the warmth grow between his grasping fingers, and watched as a small wet spot appeared on the jeans that his reflection was wearing. Fuck. That felt good. Tim was about to let go. Flood his pants, then rub himself through the wet fabric until he came. He imagined this was exactly how Sinead must’ve felt, feeling the spreading wetness, knowing the end was coming, and being helpless to prevent it. Was she scared? Embarrassed? Maybe even turned on? Could she have been excited? He wished that he knew! Tim shuffled sideways in the tub as he daydreamed, trying to put himself both inside Sineads head, and in full view of the mirror as well, but, excited as he was, he didn’t pay much attention to where he was placing his feet. An old bar of soap, less than half size, turned to mush in the water, was almost hidden in the shallow water that he stepped in, and, as he transferred his weight..... He slipped. Badly. Tim’s foot shot out from under him, and he kind of pivoted, pitching forward and to the side, making a frantic grab at the plastic shower curtain and ripping it from its rings as he fell out of the tub, twisting around, then remembering nothing more after the back of his head connected solidly with the cold, wet tiles, with a sound akin to dropping a cheesecake onto cement. From the second floor. As he lapsed into almost immediate unconscious, a part of his brain was still fixated on exactly what Sinead would’ve been thinking about. It was a pleasant and exciting thought, but it quickly slipped away as the blackness overwhelmed him. Keita123, Aloe, supernerd222 and 2 others 5 Quote Link to comment
Aloe 580 Posted June 5, 2019 Share Posted June 5, 2019 That was pretty great, and also freaking intense at the end. One hell of an origin story, I hope he’s okay 😭 omorashi lover 1 Quote Link to comment
Melificentfan 1,215 Posted June 5, 2019 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted June 5, 2019 Damn I hope tim is alright but what a great chapter Quote Link to comment
Barry 1,608 Posted June 7, 2019 Author Popular Post Share Posted June 7, 2019 Now the set up is done, we can get down to business! Hehe. Chapter 3: To the outsiders, Tim didn’t ever appear to lose full consciousness, but he had only extremely vague memory flashbacks of the next few hours. Reality only starting again, as his eyes swam into focus in an unfamiliar room. Fluorescent lights, a curtain around his bed, the uncomfortable feeling of a tube in his nostrils, the high sides of the single bed he was in, a strange thickness around his waist and groin, and Lisa, sitting beside this strange bed, holding his hand, and talking to him, although at first her words were just a jumble. He drew a breath through a Sahara-dry throat, and managed to form a coherent sentence. “Leese....Lisa. Wha? What happened?” She immediately stopped her own unintelligible diatribe, and snapped her attention onto his face, in particular, his eyes. “Tim! You’re here! Thank God! Can you hear me?!?!” He struggled to sit up, waving away her protestations, and motioning towards the water glass beside the bed, eagerly accepting it when she understood the gesture, and sighing in relief as the cool fresh water slid down his parched gullet. “Ahhh. God. That’s better,” he mumbled, almost to himself, before Lisa took the glass, and he slumped down into the bed once more. “I’ll get the nurse,” Lisa said, but before she could get up, Tim stopped her with a hand gesture, and she settled in again. “Leese? What happened?” Lisa’s eyes were wet, and her voice was shaking. “You must’ve slipped over in the puddle I left on the floor,” she said tearfully. “Oh God Tim! I’m so sorry!” At first it didn’t register with him. “What? I don’t get it? Wha....?” “I found you on the floor,” she explained. “Don’t you remember? Your eyes were open, but you weren’t like, responsive? You know? You were like conscious, but not there, ya know?” Seeing his look of confusion, she elaborated. “I forgot my hair straightener. Thank Christ I did! I turned around and came back, like five minutes later. I called out to you, didn’t hear you, so I thought you were in your room with your headphones on? So I went into the bathroom, and BAM! There you were! I was so freaked out Timbo! I thought you were dead!” He started to talk, but she babbled over the top of him. “You must’ve slipped in the water on the floor. You banged your head. Bad. I called an ambulance. Don’t you remember? You spoke to us?” Tim had no recollection at all. “What did I say?” “You told them your name, who I was, where you lived and stuff, like you were there, but it’s like you weren’t. You were very vague. You knew who I was, but you kept calling me Sinead occasionally.” “What? Are you sure?” Tim replied, suddenly uncomfortable. “Sure I’m sure. It’s an unusual name. A friend of mine has that name. A lovely Irish girl. She’s got beautiful red hair.” “So what happened next?” Tim asked, intrigued at the information, but anxious to change the subject. “They bought you here,” his sister replied with a shrug. “Hospital. They can’t find any damage, so at least you didn’t break that idiot head of yours.” Tim was suddenly aware that he needed to pee, and rather urgently. But there were still a couple of questions he needed to ask. Especially about what he thought he might’ve been wearing underneath his hospital gown. Lisa started to stand up. “I’ll go get the nurse,” she stated. “Hang on Leese,” he said, again halting her movements. “You’re saying I slipped on the wet floor, banged my head, you found me, and I ended up in hospital in an ambulance? And you’re saying I was awake, although I don’t remember it, but I’m ok?” She nodded, looking relieved. “So where’s all my stuff, and what...” he lowered his voice to a whisper “what am I wearing?” Lisa gave him an embarrassed look, averting her eyes. “You’ve, um, got, um, like a nappy on Tim. As for your stuff, um, I’m going to take it home with me? You, arrrr, kinda like wet your pants while you were like unconscious? You were soaked. The ambulance guys wouldn’t let me change you before we left. I had to wait for a nurse to do it. That’s probably why they put the nappy on you. At least it’s better than a catheter I guess?” Tim had to agree, although he was burning bright red with embarrassment. He’d pissed himself! His sister, the ambulance crew, nurses, doctors, and God only knows how many others had seen it too! Shit! While this sunk in, he reached under the blanket to touch his padded crotch, partly in disbelief, partly in morbid fascination that he might’ve wet himself whilst he ‘slept.’ Thankfully, his diaper was dry, although judging by the way he needed to pee, he wasn’t sure how much longer it would stay that way. Perhaps letting Lisa get a nurse was a smart idea after all.... She was getting up again, looking nervous, and he tried to stop her again, wanting to reconfirm what she’d already told him, but she wasn’t going to be swayed this time. “No Timbo. I’m going to get the nurse. Just relax. I’ll be back soon.” She lowered her voice, and leant in towards him. “Besides, I really need to pee, little bro! I’ve been holding on for ages. I was about to go when you woke up. I’ll get the nurse, but I’ve gotta go before I have an accident,” and with that, she swept the curtain aside, and stepped out. It wasn’t totally unusual to hear his sister being so upfront about needing the toilet. Although she’d probably never say stuff like that with her friends, their sibling relationship meant that talking gross to each other wasn’t completely unheard of. At first, Tim was anxious for the nurse to arrive, and he almost pressed the call button for good measure, worried about how much he desperately needed to pee. Except. He didn’t. Not anymore. He reached for his diaper again, suddenly terrified that he’d lost control of his bladder but hadn’t felt it. Perhaps these hospital diapers were so good it meant that he wouldn’t feel it. Maybe he had spinal or nerve damage, causing a loss of sensation? A quick feel, both inside and out, confirmed what he already knew. He was bone dry. Not even damp. But he didn’t need to pee anymore. Strange. A few seconds later, a nurse appeared, introducing himself as “Mario,” and started asking Tim some basic questions, mainly personal response stuff, gauging his alertness and clarity, before looking into his eyes, listening to his heart, checking his blood pressure, along with a steady stream of conversation, making sure to keep his patient engaged. Mario assured him that the doctor would be around to see him shortly, then he left, holding the curtain open for Lisa to return. “Damn!” Tim muttered. “I was going to ask him if I could get up and use the loo.” “Want me to go ask?” Lisa offered. “Nah. It’s ok. I don’t even need to go I guess. More like just-in-case, you know?” Lisa looked dubious, but didn’t pursue it. “Anyway bro. Hope you don’t mind, but after the ambulance left, I packed you a change of clothes. I, uh, kinda knew you’d need em? That cupboard there’s got some sweats, hoodie, shoes and stuff in it. Plus your phone. And charger. Oh! And I’ve got your wallet too!” “Did you call the oldies?” Tim asked. “Not yet,” she said. “I didn’t wanna worry them before I spoke to the doctor. Or you came around. I’ll go call them soon.” Tim shook his head, wincing at a dull ache. “Nah. Don’t bother Leese. They haven’t been away together without us in like forever! I’m fine.” Although looking unconvinced, she grudgingly accepted. “Let’s see what the doctor says first, little bro.” Their minds were put to rest after the doctors examination. X-rays showed no fractures, nor any swelling or bruising on the brain. All Tim’s cognitive tests came back fine, and apart from a sore bump on the back of his head, he appeared fine, with absolute no signs of concussion, and without even a headache. The doctor said he’d have to stay overnight as a precaution, but unless some unforeseen symptoms appeared, Tim would be fine to be released in the morning. Feeling relieved, Lisa finally agreed to leave, again apologising profusely, and insisting on leaving him money for a cab home in the morning, as she would be at her friends house. It was mutually agreed that their parents needn’t have their weekend away disrupted with the news. After Lisa left, the nurse returned, and got Tim to remove the diaper, telling him to ring for a nurse if he needed to use the toilet. If he needed to move his bowels, they would accompany him to the toilet, but he could urinate in a plastic flask designed for use in bed should the need arise. Remembering his earlier bout of urgency, Tim decided to empty his bladder, and so was given the flask, but surprisingly he was only able to produce a relatively small amount. Even getting out of bed to stand up didn’t produce as much urine as he had been expecting, especially considering the level of urgency that he’d felt not long ago. Still, it felt good to try, although he secretly would’ve loved to be able to keep the diaper on, it was a relief to be able to stand up, albeit briefly, and feel like he he really wasn’t an invalid. In fact, he felt 100%! After a rather basic dinner, his vital signs were taken again, as they would be every few hours during the night, he watched a bit of TV, before falling asleep. He was awoken after midnight by a new nurse, a middle aged lady, who didn’t bother to introduce herself. She had pulled the curtains around his bed again, and gently shook his shoulder, while holding a small penlight in her other hand. Once he was coherent, she went about her job of checking his vital signs once more. Suddenly, Tim realised that he had to pee, badly. This seemed worse than before. He shuffled his legs uncomfortably beneath the sheets, and had to force himself not to grab at his manhood. He couldn’t remember ever feeling this full upon waking up before. Yes, like most people, he needed to go when he woke up, but there was no way he should be able to sleep long enough for it to build up like this. It was almost painful. He was just about to bring his plight to the nurses attention, when he actually looked at her properly for the first time. A rather matronly looking woman, a touch heavyset, she shuffled about constantly, and appeared to be distracted by something. It was when she discretely crossed her ankles while talking to him, that he made the connection, his supersonic pee-radar kicking in. The nurse was trying not to do an obvious potty dance! While this would usually be of much interest to Tim, it was a distraction he didn’t need right at that moment, as he felt like he was about to wet the bed at any moment. It felt like his bladder was trying to contract, and he broke into a cold sweat. “Um, ah, nurse? I, ah, really need to use the bathroom? Can I please go?” The nurse shook her head. “I’m sorry Mr Fraser, but my notes say confined bed rest. Do you just need to piddle?” Tim nodded nervously, already fearing it might be too late. “I’ll get you a bottle,” she said. “You can use it in the bed.” She took the aforementioned bottle from a cupboard beside his bed, and passed it to him. “I’ll leave you to do your business Mr. Fraser,” she whispered. “Just pop it on the table when you’re done, and I’ll come back for it in a few minutes.” The strain in her voice was noticeable. With that, she was gone, almost waddling with her thighs pressed tightly together. Tim wasted no time. He lifted his hospital gown, positioned the bottle, with his penis held inside the neck, and let go. A small jet of pee shot out, splashing noisily into the bottle, but after a few seconds, it tapered off to a weak dribble. He tried to relax, but no more pee was forthcoming. “Must be because I’m lying down,” he thought to himself, “It’s unnatural.” Although he knew he shouldn’t, he got up, careful not to spill his bottle. Standing beside the bed, his bare feet on the cold vinyl floor should have helped, and it did a bit, with another small stream being produced. After ten seconds he was completely drained, and even when he pushed, he couldn’t produce any more. He held the flask up to the light. Probably only a quarter full. He couldn’t read how many millilitres it was, but it wasn’t much. He knew that an average pee would half fill that bottle, and the sheer desperation he had just felt, would’ve indicated at least three times the amount he’d managed to produce. Just for good measure, (and feeling slightly foolish,) he put his manhood back into the bottle and pushed again, just to make sure, but got no more than a couple of errant drops. Weird. Ten minutes later, the nurse returned, looking far more relaxed and comfortable, even smiling as she took the bottle away to empty it, asking him if he was sure that he’d finished after seeing the meagre specimen that he’d produced. Somehow, he felt a touch ashamed, and he meekly assured her that he was done. Tim didn’t get to sleep for quite some time. These two episodes of sudden urgency were troubling him, and he hoped it wasn’t something like a sign of prostate troubles or anything, although he highly doubted it. Also, there was something else there. Something that he couldn’t put his finger on, a little fact buzzing around inside his head like an annoying mosquito, but it wouldn’t quite come to him. Eventually, he fell asleep. The morning was rather hectic. Awake early, breakfast, more checks, and a steady stream of people kept him occupied. He was pleased to find that his sudden bursts of urgency seemed to have left him, although he did occasionally get mild urges to pee, seemingly at random. Twice, both times while talking to nurses, he suddenly felt like he may have to “go” soon, although not urgently, and both times he visited the toilet as soon as the nurses had gone, but both occasions only elicited a mild stream at best. It was slightly worrying. Tim almost mentioned it to the doctor as he was given the ok to be checked out, but he felt uncomfortable bringing it up to the stranger, and he decided to just see how things worked out. If, in a couple of days it was still happening, he’d make an appointment with his own doctor to discuss it. So by 10.30, he was given the all clear to leave, and he wasted no time in getting dressed into the street clothes that Lisa had bought him, boxer briefs, shiny black sweat pants, white socks, a red hoodie, and his Adidas sneakers. He texted his sister to let her know he was A-OK and leaving, and was about to walk out of his ward for the last time. Tim stopped at the door. Perhaps he should try and use the toilet just once more, just in case... So he did, but it appeared that there wasn’t anything left inside him, and even pushing produced nothing more than a small trickle, along with a tiny fart. As he walked down the corridor, not two minutes later, heading towards where the public toilets were, his pee-radar went off! Coming towards him, was a heavily pregnant lady, waddling along as fast as she could, one hand pressing the side of her swollen belly, and a look of extreme anxiety on her face. Her long floral dress flapped around her thick ankles as she hurried towards the toilets. Straight away, Tim could tell that this lady was right on the verge of an accident.... They approached each other quickly, with the toilet doors looking like their eventual meeting place. The lady was perhaps three or four meters from Tim, when a sudden rush of supreme urgency swept through him, worse than ever before! He felt his bladder let go with a painful twinge, contracting heavily twice, almost as though it had been kicked, and he he felt like two large squirts of pee had suddenly flooded his pants. Not just a small drip, but a substantial amount. Tim automatically grabbed his penis through his track pants, and felt a slight wetness on his underpants, as he altered course, and entered the men’s room at the same time the lady went into the women’s toilets. He hurried towards the nearest stall, slamming the door behind him, pulling down his sweat pants, and sitting down, breathing hard and shaking. But he didn’t need to go anymore. He nervously checked out the front of his white underpants, expecting them to be absolutely soaked, and he was shocked to find a tiny wet spot, no larger than a walnut. No way! Just no way! He had almost fully wet his pants! He’d felt it! Not one, but two big, solid squirts leaving his body! There was absolutely no way that they had left that tiny wet spot, which was no worse than what could happen if he didn’t shake properly after using the toilet! He should be soaked..... Even stranger, was the fact that he had only just tried to pee minutes ago, and was empty, but he had gotten yet another sudden burst of extreme desperation, even to the point of losing control, although his bladder was empty. He slumped forwards, completely confused. There was no logical explanation for this. Even people with incontinence didn’t get strong urges with an empty bladder. Ugh. He wondered if the pregnant lady had seen him suddenly grabbing his dick like a desperate child? How embarrassing! Although it had certainly looked like she had bladder issues of her own to deal with.... Suddenly, something clicked. A true light bulb moment. He hadn’t needed to pee until he was close to her! It was like he’d “caught” her desperation! His heart rate went up, and he got more and more excited as he tried to work through it step by step. His first bout of desperation was immediately after coming round in his hospital bed last night, and Lisa had badly needed to pee too. If he remembered correctly, the need abated when she left. Then, the middle of the night thing with the nurse who looked desperate. He thought he was about wet the bed, but he couldn’t even half fill the flask. Again, after the bursting nurse had left. Every time he’d had an urge to pee this morning, a female nurse, doctor, or orderly had been present in the room! Now this..... Could it be in someway connected? He pulled his pants up, and rushed out of the men’s room, looking left or right and not finding anyone close to him. The pregnant lady must still be in the ladies. He scoured the floor in front of the ladies room with his eyes. There! Success! A tiny, but noticeable trail of droplets, starting a few meters away, and disappearing under the door! The lady had wet her pants! He remembered the feeling of his bladder being kicked. That must’ve been the baby kicking the woman’s bladder, forcing her to wet herself! Amazing! He hurried towards the front doors and the taxi rank outside. He needed to experiment with his new theory. ola93, herrokitty, amugeR and 4 others 7 Quote Link to comment
Keita123 1,103 Posted June 7, 2019 Share Posted June 7, 2019 Ooh, this is certainly an original way to have a pee-dar! Quote Link to comment
Tristansagustm 17 Posted June 7, 2019 Share Posted June 7, 2019 Absolutely amazing Quote Link to comment
Melificentfan 1,215 Posted June 7, 2019 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted June 7, 2019 This is fantastic I can't wait to read more Quote Link to comment
BeeCat 42 Posted June 7, 2019 Share Posted June 7, 2019 This is SO good. I'm so excited to read more! Quote Link to comment
Barry 1,608 Posted June 8, 2019 Author Share Posted June 8, 2019 Thank you to everyone who has made the time to comment, especially with such positive stuff. I can’t emphasis enough how much I appreciate you guys and girls taking the time to give me feedback. Im laying in bed, comfortably wearing a wet diaper atm, and am in the mood to start what I hope will be an exciting chapter 4! Quote Link to comment
plas broek 23 Posted June 8, 2019 Share Posted June 8, 2019 (edited) I look forward to it. I think it's a very nice story so far. Edited June 8, 2019 by plas broek a (see edit history) Quote Link to comment
sissy baz 10 Posted June 8, 2019 Share Posted June 8, 2019 (edited) On 6/5/2019 at 8:44 PM, Melificentfan said: Damn I hope tim is alright but what a great chapter A fantastic story and a very good imagination Barry it must be that wet nappy your sitting in giving you inspiration lol looking forward to chapter 4. Edited June 8, 2019 by sissy baz wrong word (see edit history) Quote Link to comment
wedgeantilles 156 Posted June 8, 2019 Share Posted June 8, 2019 Fantastic story! Amazing. I love the relationship and the dialogue between his sister and him. Feels very "real". Quote Link to comment
Guest Kelli Posted June 8, 2019 Share Posted June 8, 2019 Really love it so far! Can’t wait to see where it goes 🙂 Quote Link to comment
Barry 1,608 Posted June 9, 2019 Author Share Posted June 9, 2019 Chapter 4: Tim rushed outside, his brain working at a thousand miles an hour. He was sure that his theory was correct, and that was exciting, but the implications were also terrifying. The realisation that he may not have fully independent control over his bladder anymore was more than just a little bit troubling. What it might mean for him in the long term was something that he would have to address, which meant that he had to learn exactly what he was dealing with here. He exited the hospital, and immediately moved well away from the entrance, finding a spot on the lawn well away from anyone else, until he could assess his options. So far, it appeared that it was females that had triggered his condition, but that didn’t necessarily mean that males wouldn’t trigger it as well. Perhaps the males he had been interacting with simply hadn’t needed to pee while they had been around him. This was something that needed to be investigated. But before he started looking into any male aspect, he wanted to gather as much data as he could regarding how the fairer sex caused reactions with him. The first taxi at the rank had a male driver, so he waited for that cab to go, but made sure he hopped into the back of the next one, that was being driven by a large African woman, wearing a brightly coloured floral blouse, and lots of bling. Big earrings, lots of fake gold necklaces, and her fingers covered with bold rings. She had a loud and happy personality to match her dress sense. “Hey honey. Where are we gonna go today?” Tim gave his address, and settled back, feeling his bladder start to protest already. He wasn’t exactly desperately urgent, but he felt like he needed to pee reasonably badly. Interesting. “How’s your day been?” He asked innocently, as a way of starting a conversation. “It’s been pretty quiet,” she told him. “Thank the Lord it’s almost over.” They made mundane small talk on the way to Tim’s house, and he felt his urgency kick up another notch, probably about 7/10 on the old desperation scale. It was exciting and terrifying at the same time, and he unashamedly kept his hand on his lap, ready to squeeze his penis if things got worse. He tried to concentrate on it, and it looked like he may have at least some control over it if he really focused, but he kept getting distracted by their conversation. Learning to focus was definitely something he would need to work on. He wanted to find out for sure if his driver really did need to pee, but it’s not the sort of thing that you can just easily ask, so he tried to steer the conversation around to it by default. Thankfully, his driver wasn’t as reticent as a lot of people would be with a total stranger. “So, how long has your shift been going for?” “Started at 6 this morning,” she informed him, “so about 5 hours or so?” “Man. I don’t know how you guys do it,” he said casually. “It must be tough being stuck in the cab for hours on end?” Delia, (her name, according to her I.D. tag) smiled and nodded. “Yup. Sure can be. Can’t really just get out, you know? Gotta stick by the old radio all the time. It’s not so bad for me I guess, but I feel bad for the drivers that smoke. They can’t just get outta the car whenever they feel like it.” Tim tried to choose his next words carefully. “I don’t think I could do it. I hate the idea of not being able to get out and walk around every now and then. Like, what happens when you guys need a break?” Delia chuckled. “It’s all about the timing my friend. We do get a chance to stop occasionally between jobs. A girls gotta eat you know! You’ve just gotta time it between jobs. I’ll be taking a break when I drop you off. I haven’t gotten outta this car since I started. I need a coffee, and a bathroom!” Tim blushed a bit, but chuckled along with Delia. He hadn’t expected her to be quite so upfront, but he was glad she was. It confirmed his suspicions that he was indeed picking up on her need to urinate. They made more small talk until they got to the house, and as she turned in her seat she winced, and he felt a sudden sharp pang in his bladder. Boy. She really did need to go now! He gave her a generous tip, as he felt a bit sorry for her, and he’d learned something as well, then he went inside to make a plan. He was interested to note, that no sooner had the car driven off, his need to pee had disappeared altogether. Mental note 1: There was obviously a proximity rule in play. Thinking back to the pregnant lady, he deduced it was probably about five meters. This was handy to know. If he felt like he was going to wet himself, he simply needed to walk away from his “target.” That information could prove vital. Once inside, he poured himself a large glass of Coke on ice, and settled onto the sofa. He needed a plan. He was also kind of freaked out too. What if this was permanent? He wouldn’t be able to go about his daily life if he was struck by uncontrollable urgency all day! That was probably worse than being incontinent. At least incontinent people only had their own bladder to worry about, not half of the entire human race of the opposite gender! Maybe even worse! He still didn’t know if other guys were going to have an effect on him. He suspected it was a female-only thing, but he wasn’t sure. If it turned out to be everybody, he would end up housebound, or in a nappy every time he went outside. Maybe inside to. He had his parents and Lisa to contend with at home. Speaking of which, how the hell would he ever be able to explain this to them? He rubbed the back of his head, jumping a bit when he felt the lump, which was very tender. He took a big drink, and thought it through from start to finish. It was completely obvious (to him at least,) what had happened. The sharp blow to the head while thinking about Sinead had somehow triggered his condition. He couldn’t even begin to understand how, and there would be time enough later to deal with the how’s and why’s. For now, he needed to work out exactly what his condition entailed, even try to learn to control it. If he could do that, then it wouldn’t be so bad at all. He’d always wanted to be able to have a power like this, and so long as it didn’t end up ruining his life, he could probably deal with it. Besides, it may not even be permanent. Who knew what would happen when the swollen bump on his head went down? Perhaps it was putting pressure on his neural pathways or something? He wasn’t a doctor, let alone a brain surgeon! He was just your average eighteen year old horny kid with a slightly weird fetish! One step at a time. Gather more information. But how? THE MALL! He would go to the mall! Mingle amongst strangers. See what he could pick up. He would have to wear a diaper of course, but that merely added to the excitement. Tim had always wanted to wear one of his diapers in public, but had always been too afraid to. Now, he had an excuse. Excuse? Hell. He had a REASON. He took another drink, then considered what he was doing. Was drinking wise? If he got a big urge with a full bladder, what would be the consequences? Meh. That’s what the diaper was for. If this turned out to be a permanent thing, he’d have to adjust. He couldn’t give up drinking fluids altogether! He would just have to manage his bladders contents. Pee before he left, and again as soon as he got to the mall. The big diapers he had were good quality ones, and he knew that they could handle a significant wetting. As long as he didn’t lose control with a massive bladder full, he should be ok. It was still disconcerting though. “Screw it,” he muttered to himself, and deliberately drained the last of his large soda, hoping he wouldn’t live to regret it later. He didn’t waste too much time debating on what clothes to wear. Although he usually preferred to wear jeans or slacks when he went out, his current attire of sweats and hoodie was perfect. The sweats were baggy, black, and shiny, and didn’t show a wetting, (he knew this from past experience,) and his hoodie well and truly covered his waistband. He undressed long enough to urinate again, sitting down so as to empty every drop, then put the large pull up on before getting dressed again. This was exciting! He’d always wanted to try being diapered in public before, but had always lacked the confidence to do so. Now, it was probably a necessity. The doctor had advised him not to drive for a day or two, but he decided to ignore that advice. There was no way he was going to risk his condition on public transport, and have no avenue of escape should the worst happen. He felt fine, and would drive. He just needed to be out of the house before Lisa came home. Five minutes later, his butt now thickly padded, he walked out the door with trembling legs. Tristansagustm, littlebird, supernerd222 and 2 others 5 Quote Link to comment
Melificentfan 1,215 Posted June 10, 2019 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted June 10, 2019 That was a fantastic chapter Quote Link to comment
CluelessWonder 1 Posted June 11, 2019 Share Posted June 11, 2019 Wait! How many can he feel at once and if they can cause him to lose control can he cause whomever he's connected with to lose control? This is very interesting. I hope to see more soon. Quote Link to comment
Barry 1,608 Posted June 13, 2019 Author Share Posted June 13, 2019 Chapter 5: Tim pulled up in the car park a little after noon, parking his old hatchback towards the rear of the lot, where hopefully not too many others would park near him. Getting out of the car, he checked himself for the tenth time, making sure his pants were well up, his hoodie was well down, and trying to convince himself that his butt didn’t look thick and padded. It didn’t, but feeling the thick bulk between his legs didn’t exactly allay his fears. Common sense dictated that people wore diapers all the time, and he’d never been able to spot one yet, even with his heightened pee-radar, and he knew it was virtually invisible, but the nerves were still there nonetheless. He was heartened to discover that he had no bouts of urgency during his journey thus far. This was surely indicative that he really was somehow “catching” others desperation. This is what the entire mall trip was going to be about, a valuable learning experience. Taking a circuitous route through the car park, trying to avoid getting too close to anyone just yet, he tried to focus his radar on the people that were coming or going through the doors to the mall, and he couldn’t see any obvious signs that anybody around him needed the bathroom. Suddenly, he heard a small child’s voice from behind him. “Mummmmmmy, I really need to peepee,” a little blonde girl of about five was whining to her mother. “Just hold on Amanda,” the girls mother reassured her. “”We’re almost there.” Tim slowed his pace, and the mother lead the little girl past him, one hand buried tightly into the crotch of her striped leggings. The little girl was whining dramatically, as her mother pulled her quickly along. He felt nothing. Not a single bit of urgency was relayed to him, even with the added visual stimuli in front of him. Interesting. Mental note Two: Perhaps age would make a difference. Everybody else who had elicited urgency around him had been adult. Perhaps kids didn’t affect his condition. He certainly hoped so, as that would make life a bit easier. He knew that little kids in particular were prone to putting off a potty break until it was almost too late, and have a lot less control, so if their urgency wasn’t going to affect him, that was a minor win as far as he was concerned. The first lot of toilets inside the mall were down a small corridor to the right, just inside the main doors, and he waited for the mother to disappear inside the ladies room with her whining daughter. Once the door was closed, and the corridor empty, he took a deep breath, and headed towards the men’s room, excited but scared to begin his experiments. Tim walked swiftly into the men’s room, hoping that others would be in there. Success! It was busier than he had hoped for. As he made his way into an empty cubicle, he did a mental note of the others in the room. Standing at the urinals, there was a boy of around twelve, and a man in his thirties, obviously the boys father. Using another urinal, was a kid about his own age, late teens. Tim made sure to pass within a couple of meters of the urinating menfolk, and received no loss of control, not even a twinge of need. Mental note Three: Based on the age range currently peeing only a few feet away, it seemed a fairly safe bet that his earlier assumptions were correct, that it was a only a female vibe that he picked up on, and probably restricted to post puberty, although this certainly wasn’t completely conclusive proof. With the door of his cubicle safely locked, Tim pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles, but only pulled his diaper to his knees, so that nobody could see it from under the door, or the other stalls beside him. He ran his hand through the padding, confirming what he already knew, he was bone dry. Although he didn’t feel like he needed to pee, he relaxed his bladder and pushed, managing to produce a small stream for a few seconds. From the occupied stall next door, came a quiet grunt, followed by a soft fart, then a gentle splash. Obviously someone moving their bowels. Tim’s head suddenly spun. Up till this point he hadn’t even considered that perhaps he may feel bowel desperation as well! The implications that that may well be the case as well, made him feel dizzy and a touch unwell. Although potty accidents involving “number twos” were probably a lot rarer than loss of bladder control, the sudden thought that perhaps he may shit his pants in sympathy with someone else, put a whole new spin on things. This seemed indicative that men wouldn’t affect him, but that was only half the population. Eventually, he would need to find a girl who needed a crap, to see if that had any effect on him as well. He strongly doubted that it would, but he couldn’t be completely sure until he somehow tried it. “But one step at a time,” he reassured himself. After making sure that his padding was fully covered, he flushed the toilet and washed his hands, lingering long enough to be satisfied that he was receiving no signs from any of the men and boys currently emptying their bladders. Back in the mall again, feeling safe with his own bladder now completely empty, he bought himself another soda. After all, if he WAS going to wet himself, or try to control it, he needed something in there! Tim wandered around, trying to focus his pee-radar to pick up on any female desperation that might be available, although he couldn’t immediately find any. There was a group of young teenage girls milling around in a circle outside a fashion shop, all crowded together, looking at something on a mobile phone that one girl held. Judging by appearance, he estimated their ages to be around fourteen or fifteen. He was walking past their huddle, when they shrieked with giggly laughter, obviously amused by whatever it was they were looking at. Tim almost stumbled when he felt his bladder give out, and what felt like a large squirt of pee shot into his nappy! He could tell that it hadn’t, and was only barely damp, thanks to his emptying of his bladder only minutes ago, and knew that only a drop or two had escaped, but the sensation of the squirt had definitely been there. He turned to look at the pack of girls, and saw one of them had her ankles crossed, and was slightly hunched over. She tried not to draw any attention to herself, but he saw her hand reaching behind herself to tug her blue jeans out of her butt. He couldn’t see any obvious wetness, but he knew without a doubt, that the girl in question had just squirted in her panties! Amazing. His cock started to stiffen inside his diaper, and he longed to hang around and investigate, but there was no way of doing that without it being obvious and creepy, so he moved on, walking with slightly shaky legs. What an amazing feeling! Although only a drop or two had dampened his nappy, he had felt the full release of the girls rather large squirt! Incredible. Eventually, he became bolder, gaining more confidence in the protection he wore. Instead of just walking past the females of various ages, he started to linger around them, if he could do so in a non-obvious manner. This resulted in more than a little bit of window shopping. He was occasionally hit with a minor urge to go, but no real desperation, and rarely even uncomfortably so, and it appeared that that scenario wasn’t going to be as widespread as he thought. He was especially relieved to find that he suffered absolutely no feelings of bowel discomfort whatsoever, meaning that his new ESP-style condition was probably only effective when dealing with female bladders. The more he learned, the more comfortable he was becoming with it! A Jewellery shop had a sale on, and had attracted the attention of a few female shoppers of various ages. Tim took his place to one side, pretending to examine a display of men’s watches, and immediately felt the familiar pang in his bladder. Subtly glancing around, he couldn’t identify where it was coming from. He hoped it might’ve be the extremely attractive twenty-something blonde girl in the tight leggings, but it could just as easily be the older lady with a cart full of shopping. Wherever it was coming from, it didn’t appear to be too dire an emergency, just a mild discomfort. Tim focused on it. It was almost impossible to explain, but with concentration, he could isolate the feeling entirely, and could even slowly turn it down, like turning the volume knob on a radio. He turned his eyes back towards the window, and concentrated hard on tuning it down. Suddenly, a middle aged lady to his left sneezed, and immediately Tim felt a gushing warmth in the front of his diaper! It was quickly followed by a small trickle, and was over before he could get his mind around it. The lady quickly turned and walked away, sneezing again, making Tim wet himself a tiny bit more. He watched her walking, amazed to see that she showed absolutely no signs of having leaked. The black slacks she wore would hide it, but even still, she just continued on her way as if everything was normal. Perhaps it was for her, he thought. She may be used to that sort of thing, maybe even wearing a pad or diaper for protection, and that might explain her choice of loose black pants. It’s one thing to know that there are people who experience bladder control issues, but feeling it yourself put it in a whole new perspective! His diaper actually felt a bit wet now, which meant the coke he’d drunk at home must be starting to work through him. He relaxed his bladder for a second, and felt like he could probably pee a bit if he wanted too. But this was good. Especially after feeling like he could control the urgency by concentrating on it. Only one thing to do. Have another drink, build up his own reserves, then see if control could still be maintained. He thought that unless his “target” suddenly peed through laughing or sneezing, he could learn to tune his desperation down. But he needed more fluid inside his bladder to give a proper judgement on his idea. He proceeded to the nearest cafe selling drinks, and bought himself a large iced tea, something that he knew always made him pee. Walking around the mall was thirsty work, especially while trying to look inconspicuous, but he managed it, trying to stand next to anyone he thought might perhaps need to pee, but without drawing attention to himself. When he visited the games store, his attention was drawn to a boy of around eight or nine, who was flicking through the bargain box with one hand, while keeping his other hand firmly clasped on the front of his denim bib overalls. The boy hopped from foot to foot, squeezing at his crotch constantly, but made no effort at all to find his caregivers, or look for a bathroom. Without even needing his pee-radar, he could tell the little boy was extremely desperate. Tim was concerned about looking suspicious by lingering around an unattended child, so he paid him absolutely no visual attention at all, choosing to stand at the other side of the bargain bin, and flip through the discounted games himself. All he wanted to do, was confirm what he already thought, that male desperation, and probably childhood desperation, wouldn’t have an effect on him at all. He tried to send out a mental hook, wondering if he could pick up on what the squirming boy was feeling, but, as he suspected, he felt nothing, even standing only six feet away. Suddenly, the boy stopped searching the games, looked around frantically, then down at his crotch as he froze, legs slightly spread, arms held away from his side. Tim watched as a big dark patch exploded on the front of the little boys overalls, then ran down both his legs, pouring out of the cuffs, soaking his socks and sneakers, leaving him standing in a growing puddle, with a look of shocked horror on his cherubic face. The kid continued to wet himself without control for about ten seconds, and by the time he’d finished, his once light blue denim bibs were stained dark blue across the entire front, and all the way down his legs to the cuffs, and he stood helplessly in a large puddle of his own making. “Muuummmmmyyyy.....” he suddenly wailed, and started waddling towards a woman who was browsing at the consoles, leaving a big trail of drips and drops behind him. Tim didn’t need to see the aftermath, nor the poor kids approaching meltdown. He’d seen enough to learn, that males, including children, had zero effect on his bladder, and for that he was grateful. Taking a wide path around the puddle, he quickly left, the distressed child’s crying echoing in his ears. Tim had absolutely no interest in children at all, although anyone who wet themselves interested him to a certain degree, and he was left a bit shaken by the whole scenario. He felt really bad for the kid, but also buoyed by the knowledge that he wouldn’t start helplessly wetting himself if a small child had an accident. He drained the remainder of his iced tea, disposed of the cup, and continued his exploration. Fifteen minutes later, he paused at the window of a sporting goods store, with nobody in the immediate vicinity. He relaxed his bladder for a second, and straight away, a small dribble escaped. He clamped down on his holding muscles firmly, but not before feeling fresh warmth in his diaper. Without anyone around him to alter his control, he estimated that the 5/10 he was feeling was his own urge, not attributable to anyone else. He risked a subtle squeeze of his crotch, and felt the warm padding mush up nicely against his penis. There was definitely something exciting about wearing a diaper in public. He didn’t know why it had taken him so long do do it! Tim has faith that the big adult pull up he was wearing was nowhere near its capacity, and would be good for a few more leaks yet, so long as he didn’t completely flood it. He needed another drink. It was time to see how well his own urgency could be controlled when combined with his new found power. This time, he bought himself a large cappuccino, because like the iced tea before it, it would have a diuretic effect on him. He sat on a bench and drank it, occasionally picking up minor urges from girls walking past. His own need was now a solid 7/10, enough that under normal circumstances, he would contemplate visiting a bathroom, but not this time. He needed to experience a real need to pee, combined with the effects of his new superpower. Tim finished the drink, disposed of the cup, and headed out in search of more desperation. littlebird and Keita123 2 Quote Link to comment
Night Rain 1,157 Posted June 13, 2019 Share Posted June 13, 2019 Wonder if Tim will meet a girl who wear diapers? Quote Link to comment
Flower 127 Posted June 13, 2019 Share Posted June 13, 2019 Loving this! Such a unique story idea Quote Link to comment
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