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Wet and Soggy Night (Custom Caption)

Published: June 22nd 2023, 1:59:00 am

I can make it, I can make it, I can make it.

I can’t make it.

Martine’s house is still 3 miles away, and I have to piss like a pregnant woman. There’s nowhere for me to stop and do it discreetly on this busy street, so my best bet is to pedal as fast as I can.

Really hoping those storm clouds don’t bring any rain, I forgot to pack a change of clothes, I’m gonna be soaked by the time I get there.

Maybe in more ways than one.

Not even one minute passes before someone turns the faucet on. The rain comes pouring down so hard it has me sopping wet in seconds. In the poor visibility, I narrowly swerve around a woman I couldn’t see, only to go crashing into a curb, sending me airborn.

Luckily, I walk away with only a few scratches and bruises, but I don’t feel the urge to pee anymore. Have I lost feeling in my legs? No…I can move them. But my pants feel…warmer than the rest of my body.

Did I just fucking piss myself?!

Oh, god. Hopefully Martine doesn’t notice, we’ve only been dating for a few months, what would she think if she found out I wet my pants as a grown man?

******

“Baby, you’re soaked!!” she says as I walk through the door, bustling over to help me. “Let me run you a bath to warm you up!” she says after checking my cuts and bruises. She gently takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom. But as she’s turning on the water and helping me out of my clothes, I notice her nose do a little crinkle. She sniffs again, and then once more at my sodden undies.

“Uhh…watta we have here?” she asks, playfully, “Did somewon have a wittle accident?”

Before I can stop it, I burst into tears. I don’t know if it’s from the embarrassment or the difficult day. I try to explain what happened, but it all comes out as a big, sobbing mess. Martine looks more taken aback by that than she did with the wet undies.

What may have been a joke before, quickly becomes something Martine doubles down on. “Awww, it’s okay pumpkin! It’s hard for some people to hold their pee pees and tee tees! I didn’t know you were such a wittle cwy baby though! Don’t worry, Mommy will help you into the bathtub and get everything taken care of!”

I simmer down after sinking into the tub. She smiles and gives me a kiss on the forehead before heading out the door. “I’ll be back in a bit, baby. Just need to run to the pharmacy real quick.”

******

The bath did a lot to calm me down and allow me to relax. I heard Martine get back a few minutes ago, so I decide it’s time to get out.

But before I can, Martine comes in wearing a huge smile on her face.

“Ready to get dressed, little one?”

Why is she talking to me like that? Does she think it’s funny? Or cute? Because it’s not.

She helps me dry off even though I didn’t need the help at all, and leads me out of the bathroom and across the hall into the bedroom. As soon as I step through the threshold, my stomach sinks.

On the bed is a giant pack of adult diapers.

Is that what she thinks of me now? That I need to wear DIAPERS??

“Are you kidding me?” I say a little hotly. But she just continues to smile sweetly.

“D’aww! What’s the matturr?? Baby doesn’t wike his diapurrs??”

I try to yell and scream and struggle, but somehow she overpowers me easily. I’ve never been very big, but I at least thought I was stronger, she proved me wrong quickly.

“Quit fighting! No tantwums from pissy babies!” she says after pinning me down on the bed. I’m crying again, as if to prove her point about me being a baby while she pulls out one of the diapers. “Wift your wittle wegs Andwe!” she coos. I sniffle as I follow her orders, lifting my leg and bum up so she can slide the diaper underneath me.

Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, she pulls out another item to embarrass me.

“I’ve been keeping this cage around for a while now. I’ve been thinking you need it with how much you masturbate and are unable to get hard for me, but I couldn’t find the appropriate time to bring it up. But I don’t think there’s any time better than now!”

She slips my puny penis into the pink cage like she’s done it 1,000 times. “Just think of all the pwetty things wittle Emilie can wear!” she says to herself. Apparently she’s calling me ‘Emilie’ now. “Dwessies, halter tops, onesies…”

I tuned her out after a while, until she came back with my new outfit for the day. She settled on a simple pink crop top. She says it’s so she can “easily check my diaper”, but she doesn’t even bother putting me in bottoms.

“It was just one time!” I say as she braids my hair and tells me what a ‘pwetty’ girl i’m gonna be, “I’m not gonna piss myself again!”

She laughs a little to hard at that. “Okay, how about we make a bet: if you can go until midnight without wetting your diaper, I’ll do anything you want all summer. But if you lose, the same is true for you. You have to do anything I want for the next 3 months!”

I agree easily, knowing full-well I can hold it for just a few hours. Afterall, I did just pee.

“Good!” she says with a wicked grin, “I’m gonna go get you something to drink.”

“Thank you.” I say, glad to be done with this whole baby-talking diaper crap. But just when I think I’ve found a respite, she comes in carrying a baby bottle of milk.

Did she get that at the pharmacy too? How much did she invest in this little game of hers??

She sits down and taps her lap, indicating for me to lay over it. When I refuse, she yanks me by one of my pigtails until my head is down where she wants it. “Ow! Martine! Stop! This is—”

But before I can even say the words she’s shoved the nipple of the bottle in my mouth. I try to protest but she holds me firm until I have no choice but to drink. She strokes my hair and rocks me back and forth while singing me ridiculous little nursery rhymes.

She doesn’t let me stop until I finish the whole bottle, she even pats my back to ‘burp’ me afterwards.

“Good baby girl!! Now let’s go to the bedroom!”

Finally some sexy time, if she was into this I guess I could deal with it for some kinky sex. But how were we supposed to do that with this stupid cage thing on? I quickly realized she just wanted to cuddle, except I had to be the little spoon. She spent the next hour with her arms wrapped around me, rubbing the front of my diaper, whispering dirty, sexy things into my ear to make my cock scream inside the cage.

I glance at the clock. 11:15. For some reason I get an immediate urge to pee.

Was there something in that bottle?

She holds me steady as I start to squirm.

“Shhh,” she whispers in my ear, “Just let it happen Emilie, it’s okay. Let it go.”

I try to whine but she clamps a hand over my mouth. I try to writhe but she wraps her legs around mine. I give one last futile effort before finally expelling a fresh, warm piss into the pampers.

I can feel her grinning with glee from behind me. She pokes the front of my diaper again. “Uh oh…looks like somewon wost the bet!”

She quickly gets up, leaving me a sobbing, soaked mess. When she comes back seconds later with her camera, I must have been an absolutely pitiful sight.

“Smile, Emilie!” she jeers, “You’re gonna get to be a baby girl all Summer long!!”