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[lostcontrolfreak]

What's Mine Is Yours, Chapter 2

Continued from Chapter 1.

Meghan decided to wait a couple of minutes before following Billy to the bathroom. When she finally reached the door, she found it still standing wide open and figured that in his frantic effort to reach the toilet, he just hadn’t had time to think about giving himself any privacy. That was confirmed when she looked down and saw the tiny puddles he’d left just inside the doorway.

Meghan gripped the frame to steady herself as she carefully stepped over them and inside the room. There, her boyfriend slumped on the toilet, staring down at his sodden pants and underwear, hardly able to believe that he’d peed himself just because he’d gotten nervous over someone finding his diaper porn.

“So, I guess you didn’t make it, then?” Meghan asked while leaning back and planting her hands on the counter behind her, to casually survey the scene.

Billy just shook his head solemnly, without so much as looking up at her.

“Did you even get any of it in the toilet?”

Billy still said nothing, but planted his elbows on his thighs and cradled his head in his hands. Inwardly, he wondered what the point of the question was. She already knew that he’d peed his pants. It wouldn’t be any less embarrassing if he told her that he managed to pull his dick out and aim it into the bowl before his bladder was completely empty. In fact, talking about it in any way would only compound his embarrassment.

On some level, Billy just wished that Meghan would just get it over with and break up with him then and there, so he could cry in solitude while she went off to pack her things. But when he peered out behind his hands, she was still standing there and she appeared to be grinning.

“Billy, I gotta ask… Was this an accident?”

Thinking this question was even more pointless than the last, Billy found the motivation to tamp down his shame just enough to respond. He lowered his hands and kept eye contact with her, though it made his heart race all over again.

“Of course it was an accident! What do you mean? What else would it be?”

“I don’t know…” Meghan replied, nearly matching his defensiveness. “It’s just… you’ve got to admit it seems kind of related to what we were starting to talk about.”

“So… when were you going to tell me?” Meghan asked gently but firmly.

“Um… It’s just a little porn,” Billy answered, looking her in the eyes during the pause but away while he spoke. “I, um… I didn’t think I… like, had to tell you about it. And I didn’t, um… I didn’t want you to, like, um, look at me differently or whatever.”

“No…” Meghan said with a rising tone of condescension. “First of all, it wasn’t a little porn. But that’s not what I’m talking about. When were you going to tell me about your bladder problem?”

“Blad… Bladder problem?” Billy stammered. “I don’t really… Okay, I know I peed my pants, but…”

“Right in front of your girlfriend,” Meghan interjected. “And pretty much without warning.”

“I know…” Billy sighed, then returned his head to the cradle of his hands. “God…”

“It’s kind of crazy we’ve been living together for weeks and you managed to hide this from me the whole time,” Meghan observed.

“No, it’s not…” Billy looked up sheepishly. “I don’t actually have a bladder problem. This was just… a fluke?”

“A fluke?”

“Well, what happened was… I was gaming, and I hadn’t gone for a while, and… well, you surprised me, and…”

“You pissed yourself.”

Billy was taken aback by the flat tone of Meghan’s voice. It made it sound almost as if what had happened wasn’t shocking at all – as if it had been expected. Billy stared blankly at his girlfriend for a moment, just letting those words sink in before she continued.

“And you know who pisses themselves when they hold it for a little and then get a surprise? Boys with bladder problems.”

“I don’t have a bladder problem!” Billy exclaimed petulantly. “It was just because you made me feel like I was in trouble and I got too nervous.”

Meghan laughed sharply before affecting a sarcastic tone. “Oh, okay, Billy,” she said. “Whether you pee your pants because you’re nervous or because you just can’t hold it, you’re still peeing your pants. I would say that’s a problem, wouldn’t you?”

Billy bit his lip and let out a little whimper before responding in protest: “No, it isn’t, because this hasn’t happened before. It was just a random accident. Can we please forget it?”

“Oh, come on, Billy… I find that very hard to believe. Grown men don’t get scared and pee their pants just one time, without any underlying issues there. Are you really going to tell me that this has never happened before? Never?”

Billy winced and stared down at the water, then lifted his hand to his face and bit his thumb nail for a moment before replying: “Well… it hasn’t happened for a really long time.”

“What’s a really long time?” she asked before sharply adding, “Hey, look at me” and reaching her hand under his chin to direct his eyes up at hers. “What’s a really long time?”

When Billy didn’t respond immediately, Meghan began prompting him with some possible answers, pausing each time to confirm that she hadn’t yet hit the mark.

“Since grade school? High school? A few years? A few months?”

With each suggestion, Billy turned a deeper shade of red, and at the suggestion of a few months, tears began welling up behind his eyes again.

“Okay, so a few months,” Meghan said decisively. “And you think that means you don’t have a problem. Because you only pee your pants once every few months.”

“I don’t have a problem!” Billy whined in response.

“Then why would you hide your last accident from me? We were already dating a few months ago.”

“I didn’t hide it from you!” Billy protested. “I got a little drunk, I laughed a little too hard, and I had to change real quick. It wasn’t a big deal, and what was I supposed to do? Go out of my way and announce it to you?”

“I’m saying you could have warned me that it was something that was probably going to happen again.”

“Why? Obviously you would have just made fun of me.”

“Is that what I’m doing now? Making fun of you? Billy, I’m trying to help you! I’m just trying to get you to admit you have a problem so it doesn’t get any more embarrassing for you. And thinking back to what got us here, I’m wondering if maybe we can make this kind of fun for you.”

“What do you… What do you mean?” Billy asked. He wanted to convey the idea that it was crazy to even suggest that him going to the bathroom in his pants could be in any way fun, but that was made extremely difficult by his own sudden awareness of a different kind of pressure in his groin – the feeling of blood flow increasing to his penis, causing the first stirrings of an erection.

“Never mind,” Meghan said. “Let’s focus on getting you cleaned up for now.”

At that, she pushed herself off from the counter, navigated past the puddles, and retrieved a couple of towels. After placing one on the floor, she knelt before her boyfriend and reached for his waistband.

“What are you…” Billy began, and gently pushed her hands away, wary both of being treated like a child and of having his manhood revealed in its present, shameful state.

Meghan would have none of it. She pushed his hands away in return, much more decisively and hooked her fingers over both his pants and his underwear, then instructed him to lift his butt off of the toilet while she pulled them down his thighs.

Billy winced as his bare cheeks came in contact with the cold porcelain, and a smirk crept across Meghan’s lips. Billy was thankful that the shock seemed to impede the growth of his erection, at least for the moment, and he quickly cupped both hands over his genitals, thus granting his girlfriend all power to undress him.

This she did by next instructing him to lift one foot and then the other, while she worked the sticky wet fabric over them. Billy’s pants fell to the floor with a heavy thwack, but as if to reinforce his embarrassment once again, Meghan then made a point of picking them up, pulling the legs back out to their full length, and holding them up so the wetness was on full display.

“Wow, you really soaked these things,” she declared. “You really were holding it the whole time you were playing your little game, weren’t you?”

Billy said nothing, but felt a warmth rising in his cheeks while he watched his girlfriend rise from the floor, still holding his pee-stained pants and underwear.

Meghan shocked him then by going so far as to lift the garments to his face and position her nose within an inch of the crotch. Billy also shocked himself by instantly becoming much more aroused as he watched.

“Doesn’t smell too bad,” she remarked, sounding almost impressed. “I guess you’re staying well hydrated. That’s always good, though I guess in your case, it comes with a bit of a risk.”

Meghan punctuated her commentary with a wink, which made Billy’s face feel warmer still. His cheeks and his dick seemed to be playing a tug off war with his blood flow, leaving his brain on the sidelines and making him feel dizzy.

Meghan folded Billy’s pants twice and draped them over the edge of the sink, then stood close to him and sweetly commanded, “Arms up.”

Billy didn’t want to be babied any more than he already had been, and he especially didn’t want to uncover his crotch in front of her, and so he tried to protest that he could finish undressing and wash himself. But he got no further than, “I can…” before Meghan silenced him by simply raising a finger to her lips. It was all that was needed, and Billy resolved to finding a way to comply without further embarrassing himself.

As subtly as he could, he pushed his semi-erect penis down and pressed his thighs together, trapping it, before he lifted both arms over his head as instructed. Meghan seemed to remain focused on the task at hand, and once she had pulled his shirt over his head, Billy let his hands casually return to his crotch.

His own nudity made Billy feel half his actual size while his girlfriend stood over him, but he remained sitting patiently while she started the bathtub faucet running and wiggled her fingers under the stream to test its temperature. He was surprised when instead of flipping the switch to redirect the water toward the showerhead, she lowered the plug into the drain to begin filling the tub, but he didn’t question it and only paused to look at her for a moment when she ordered him to get in.

Billy made a concerted effort to remain hunched over, hiding his genitals from view as much as possible, when he shifted from the toilet to the tub. There, he crossed his hands over his crotch and looked up at his girlfriend, feeling smaller still as he waited for her next instruction.

Of course, Billy hoped that he would be left alone to wash himself, but he was not surprised when Meghan remained there, kneeling beside the tub. Under those circumstances, he was actually grateful when, without a word of explanation, she began lathering a sponge and set about bathing him herself, since it allowed him to remain focused on hiding his shame. At least, he was grateful until he realized that the tender physical contact was only causing his penis to stiffen more. Of course it was.

His efforts to conceal it went relatively unnoticed at first, as Meghan began by washing his hair and then worked his way down. He even relaxed enough to leave only one hand covering his groin, while the other periodically migrated to his mouth so he could bite the end of his thumbnail, sometimes letting it slip in further, until the cuticle was resting on his bottom front teeth.

The gesture lulled him into a sense of comfort which almost made him forget his anxiety over the misplaced erection. He still knew it was wrong, but he struggled to prevent his fingers from gently rubbing and kneading his member.

After Meghan’s hands moved beneath the water in order to focus on washing his lower half, Billy yanked his hand back away from his mouth and returned it to his crotch in response to a sudden inquiry: “Billy, why are you holding yourself again? Do you already have to go pee again?”

“Then move your hand.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s weird! Big boys don’t just sit around with their cocks in their hands.”

“I don’t want you to see, though. It’s not fair. I’m sitting here naked and you’re still dressed. That’s weird.”

Meghan dramatically rolled her eyes before shooting back: “Do I need to remind you of why that is? Here…” She stood up and retrieved Billy’s pants from the sink, then held them up with the wet spot on full display. “My clothes aren’t soaked in pee. You pissed your fucking pants like a child, and now you’re getting a bath like a child, from me, a grown-up. I don’t think fairness has anything to do with it.”

In the presence of his girlfriend’s mounting aggression, Billy felt as if every part of him was shrinking except for the part that mattered the most. He could feel his penis swelling beneath his hands, so much so that he felt compelled to press down on it for fear of it breaking the surface of the water. But that only made it more difficult for him to ignore the intensifying impulse to squeeze and rub it and encourage it to keep growing, even as he silently begged for it to stop.

He tried his best to walk the line between indulging that impulse and keeping his secret, by limiting himself to only small movements of his fingertips on the underside of the shaft. Of course, it was not subtle enough to avoid catching Meghan’s attention, and it quickly brought her patience to an end.

“Stop fucking touching yourself!” she commanded. And without giving Billy an opportunity to comply, she lunged forward and seized one of his forearms to forcefully guide it away from his crotch.

A moment later, Meghan backed away and settled onto the toilet, halting the bath but visibly allowing her frustration to defuse. Billy returned his hand to his crotch but summoned all his willpower to avoid rubbing it anymore, for now.

“Well…” Meghan said in a much smoother tone than before. “I guess that is something that big boys do. So this is really turning you on, huh?”

“No!” Billy instinctively protested, before immediately thinking better of it. “I mean, kinda… I don’t know!”

Meghan leaned forward and placed her hands on the edge of the tub, then guided herself closer to her boyfriend, with a predatory air.

“All those girls in diapers on your computer…” she whispered. “But you knew that really, you’re the one who belongs in diapers.”

“No, I…” Billy wanted to protest, but he couldn’t even think. His girlfriend’s breathy pronouncements seemed to be burrowing into his mind, making everything cloudy and warm.

“You’re so pathetic,” Meghan went on. “You can’t even keep your pants dry, and you like it.”

“I’m sorry,” Billy whispered back, no longer able to do anything other than affirm each thing she said.

If he had any resistance left, it departed in the next moment, when Meghan once again reached beneath the water, moved Billy’s hands aside, and used her own to begin slowly and firmly stroking his cock.

“You thought you were turned on just looking at those diaper girls, but really, you were jealous,” she continued whispering. “You were jealous because you knew it was only a matter of time before you peed your pants, and you weren’t going to have any protection. Maybe you secretly wanted to pee your pants, wanted someone to tell you that you need to wear diapers so it doesn’t happen again.”

“Oh god…” Billy moaned with his eyes closed, the pleasure of his girlfriend’s touch blending seamlessly with the shame of her dialogue.

“Are you sure it was an accident when you peed your pants?”

“It was an accident.”

“Because you’re a little pants wetter, aren’t you?”

“I had to go. I couldn’t hold it.”

“A nervous little pants wetter, with a lot of naughty secrets.”

“I’m sorry… I didn’t want you to be mad at me.”

“You got scared because you thought mommy might punish you, didn’t you?”

“I was so scared, mommy.”

“And that’s why you peed your pants?”

“Yes, mommy.”

“Is this why you like girls in diapers? Because you think it brings them down to your level? You’re so pathetic and scared, so intimidated, but you just can’t help wonder what it would be like if the shoe was on the other foot, can you?”

Meghan tightened her grip and increased the pace of her stroking as she encouraged the fantasy.

“You want to see me debase myself, you little pants wetter? You think you could take charge? You think I’d be easier to handle if I let myself be pathetic like you? Well, I’m not going to do that.”

Meghan paused to gauge Billy’s proximity to climax, then changed her grip and committed to pushing him over the edge.

“At least not until you’ve earned it,” she concluded.

Billy’s orgasm arrived with the period at the end of the sentence. His hips bucked strongly enough for his entire penis to surface from the water and his load nearly hit the ceiling before splashing down into the tub, where Billy would lay for a long moment afterward, contemplating everything his girlfriend had just discovered, and revealed.

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What's Mine Is Yours, Chapter 1

Billy jumped in surprise when his girlfriend tapped him on his shoulder. She spoke his name just loud enough for him to hear it through his gaming headphones, and as he reached to take them off, he chuckled at his own overreaction. Meghan had only moved in a couple of weeks earlier, and clearly, he hadn’t yet gotten used to the idea that she might walk in on him anytime while he was on his computer.

When he turned to look at her, she was holding her palms out in a gesture of apology and sheepishly explaining that she hadn’t meant to startle him. Billy only got his headphones off in time to hear the last couple words of that, and he still had one eye on the screen and one on her as she continued: “I know you’re in the middle of a game, but do you think we could talk for a couple minutes? I wasn’t sure whether I should interrupt you when you were on the computer, but honestly, it might make this easier.”

“Make what easier?” Billy asked, now turning in his chair to make it clear she had his full attention, through the game remained on just behind him.

“So it’s okay?” Meghan clarified. “Okay. Hold on a second, let me…” Trailing off, she turned to retrieve a chair of her own and dragged it closer to her boyfriend’s, then sat down so she was positioned directly in front of him, about two feet away.

The seating arrangement gave the impression of a job interview or a performance evaluation and Billy nearly jumped again at the thought that this was going to be a conversation with that level of seriousness. He wasn’t prepared for it, but instantly realized that he should have known having a live-in girlfriend would come with the threat of such an ambush.

When Meghan leaned forward and locked eyes with him, Billy thought for a brief moment that he might actually not have a girlfriend at all anymore – that it was going to be that kind of conversation. As if sensing this, Meghan adopted a gentle tone to start out, and told him, “First of all, I want you to know that I love you, and that’s why I’m bringing this up. I’m not mad at you.”

“Okay…?” Billy replied hesitantly. It didn’t seem like he would be getting back to his game any time soon, so he took advantage of the pause to turn back to his computer and close out of it. The instant his brain sent the message for his finger to click the mouse, he realized he was forgetting something, so when the game disappeared, he had to rush as fast as humanly possible to close out of the other thing he had been looking at, too.

Billy’s heart skipped a beat as he did so and, as often happened to him in situations of sudden panic or nerves, an intense but fleeting pressure moved through his groin. He turned back to his girlfriend as casually as he could, and finding that her face betrayed neither shock nor disgust, permitted himself to believe that she hadn’t seen it after all.

“So, what is it, then?” he asked.

“Okay, so, I know we never really discussed ground rules or boundaries after moving in together. That’s partly on me. I wasn’t trying to overstep, or anything…”

“That’s okay, babe,” Billy interjected, sounding perhaps a little too cheerful as he tried to compensate for the shame that had come upon him. “I love you, too, and as far as I’m concerned, anything that’s mine is yours.” He was a little bit surprised when this didn’t elicit the smile he was expecting. If anything, it made Meghan look more severe than when she first sat down.

“I’m glad you feel that way,” she said. “Because I was in here the other day, and I didn’t have my laptop with me, and… Well, I wanted to check back on something that you had showed me earlier, anyway, so I hopped on yours… because I needed the browsing history…”

Billy could feel his eyes going wide, but he immediately moved to correct his reflex and maintain a neutral expression. He could, of course, see where this was going and that there would be no easy way out of this little talk, but in that moment, every fiber of his being was telling him, “Deny everything.”

“Okay…?” Billy said again, this time consciously affecting hesitance in an effort to imply that he really had no idea what she was getting at.

“Like I said, I’m not mad,” Meghan continued. “I’m not one of those girls who thinks it’s cheating if you look at porn. But… I was surprised, to say the least, by the kind of porn you were looking at. And I guess… I guess I’m just wondering when you were planning to tell me that that was something you were into. ‘Cause by the looks of it, you’re way into it.”

Billy forced himself to laugh. “What are you talking about, babe? I wasn’t even looking at porn.”

Meghan cocked her head to the side in dramatic fashion and cast her boyfriend a withering glance which triggered enough of his nerves elicit another momentary flash of pressure in his groin. This time, he even felt compelled to press his thighs together in response to it, and it suddenly occurred to Billy that he probably should have taken a bathroom break at some point during his game.

“Are you really going to try to deny this?” Meghan demanded.

“Deny what? What is it you think I’m into? I don’t know why there would be anything weird on the computer.”

“So you’re going to make me say it?”

“Say what?” Billy said. Though he earnestly tried to sound confused and ignorant, he had virtually no idea what outcome he hoped to reach this way. It wasn’t as if she was going to turn around and reveal that she hadn’t really checked the browser history at all and was only testing him. But maybe if he kept up the performance, she would decide to just drop it and forget the whole thing.

That hope was dashed when, after only the briefest of pauses, Meghan said, firmly and directly: “Diapers.”

Billy tried to force himself to laugh again, but this time it came out as a weak cough, which prompted him to swallow heavily before he could repeat the word back, with a much less convincing tone of confusion. “Diapers?”

“Yeah, diapers,” she said even more firmly, nodding slowly while looking at him with wide eyes, as one might do to congratulate a child who just successfully added two plus two. “I’m guessing you remember looking at a whole bunch of pictures and videos of girls in diapers?”

Her directness, however, was not enough overcome those boyish instincts which still told Billy to deny everything.

“No, I don’t know what you’re talking about, babe. Girls in diapers? Is that even a kind of porn?”

Meghan frowned and shook her head in disappointment, almost unable to believe that her boyfriend was trying to gaslight her about something so unmistakable and undeniable. “Well, why don’t you just pull it back up, if you don’t know. I’m sure its still in the history.”

Billy could feel himself being backed into a corner. His lips parted several times in an effort to speak, before he finally mustered: “Well, if you really want me to check… But, like, if there’s any, um, porn there, then, um, I didn’t… It wasn’t…”

“It wasn’t you that looked it up? Is that what you’re trying to say? What, then? Are you going to say I did it? And now I’m blaming it on you? Do you think I was sleep-wanking, or something?”

“Well, I don’t…” Billy shifted uncomfortably in his chair, giving his girlfriend an opening to interrupt whatever he was going to say.

“Or do you think someone broke in just to look at diaper porn and then leave without taking anything?” Meghan mocked. “Why? Did the burglar just want to hide it from his girlfriend?”

“Meghan, I don’t… Um, I’m not…” Billy shifted in his chair again, this time pushing himself off of the armrests and stretching his spine upward while leaning to the side.

“Just tell me that you were looking at diaper porn and then we can talk about it like two open-minded adults.”

The impulse toward denial lingered, but his strategy adjusted toward silence. His gaze fell down to around his girlfriend’s lap, and after a moment, he unconsciously raised a loosely held fist to his mouth and began gently nibbling on his thumb nail. As soon as he realized he was doing it, Billy forced himself to stop and lowered his hand while pretending that he had just been getting rid of a hangnail.

“Billy, no one else has been on your computer. Definitely not in the last couple of days. It’s either you or me, and it’s not me. Are you really going to pretend that there isn’t tons of diaper porn in your search history? Are you going to force me to reach over there and pull it up myself? I know the stuff I saw yesterday is still in there. And you know how I know? Because you were fucking looking at it again, while you were gaming!”

Billy’s gaze snapped back up to Meghan’s face, and she looked at him even more intensely than before to say: “Yeah. You didn’t think I saw that before you closed it out, did you? I just didn’t want to embarrass you any more than I knew you were already going to be.”

Billy could feel his face burning with shame, and tears welling up behind his eyes. He also felt the same rush of pressure to his groin as before, only this time it was not as fleeting. He only had a fraction of a second to consciously recognize what that indicated before he received a reminder in another form.

He pulled his abdomen inward and focused on squeezing closed the sphincter of his bladder, but a droplet of urine dampened his underpants, which seemed to encourage his tears to try breaking the surface as well. He could see that his girlfriend recognized the turn in his demeanor, and he hoped that she interpreted it only as a response to the embarrassment she knew he was feeling, and not to the even worse embarrassment that she wasn’t yet aware of.

As casually and inconspicuously as he could, Billy moved his hand into his lap. He was fairly certain that the moisture he felt on the tip of his penis was far too slight to pose any risk of soaking through his pants, but he wasn’t taking anything for granted. Billy didn’t think there was any realistic chance of him actually peeing in his pants, but then again, he was only beginning to really feel the effects of his anxiety, and the conversation with his girlfriend was still not over.

His strategy of denial had clearly failed. Now his strategy was to flee. But no sooner had Billy planted his feet on the ground in an effort to rise and walk into the bathroom, than Meghan leaned forward and placed her hand on his thigh, directing him to sit back down. “We’re not done yet,” she declared, sternly.

Billy sank deeply into his chair as the words took their effect. The latest surge of pressure came down on his groin like a fist. His entire body tensed momentarily as his sphincter twitched and permitted a one-second spurt of pee to exit his bladder and re-moisten his underwear. At that, he was no longer confident that it didn’t show through on his pants. Billy repositioned his hand to make sure it was covering the likeliest location of any wet spot. He dared not look down.

Unfortunately for him, the same could not be said of his girlfriend. Her eyes were quickly drawn toward his lap specifically because she noticed the twitch of his entire body was immediately followed by the movement of his hand. She cocked her head to the side again, scrutinizing his crotch for long enough to make Billy so uncomfortable that he had to press down on the head of his penis to stop another leak. In doing so, he confirmed that there was a wet spot noticeable by touch, and thus probably also by sight, on his crotch.

Eventually, Meghan looked up and met Billy’s eyes, then stared intensely into them, which didn’t help matters for him. Now he found that he couldn’t hold off the surges of pressure in his crotch without firmly squeezing the head of his penis. His changing grip drew Meghan’s attention back down, and then her eyes flicked back and forth between his lap where he was hiding moisture under his hand, and his face where there now was moisture clearly showing in his eyes.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t… I have to…” Billy faltered. His legs jiggled in time to his hand’s kneading of his crotch.

“Billy,” Meghan said firmly. “Would you please move your hand?”

“Uh… why?” Billy asked, uselessly.

“Billy, why are you holding your crotch? Do you have to go potty?”

Billy whimpered, then winced at the sound of his own whimper.

“William James Steadman, if you need a tinkle, you better tell me right this instant.”

Billy couldn’t bring himself to react one way or another. But the last thing he wanted was for Meghan to think he was deliberately ignoring her, so he made a point of raising his eyes to meet hers at last, while a single tear snaked its way down his cheek.

“Billy, tell me the truth. Are you going pee-pee in your pants?” she asked in a tone that sounded equal parts accusatory and genuinely concerned.

No sooner had she completed the inquiry than a pee stain began to blossom from beneath his hand. Billy squeezed his eyes tightly shut but could clearly hear the cascade of sounds produced by his girlfriend leaping up and pushing back her chair.

“Billy!”

In the tone Meghan produced, his name was all that was needed to make him understand that whatever truthfulness and whatever obedience she required, he would give it to her from now on.

“Oh my god, go to the bathroom!” she exclaimed and stood aside to clear a path so he could try outrunning the stain’s spread down the front of his pants, heading for the only bathroom in the apartment they now shared.

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"I know a place nearby that's usually packed with hot girls around this time. Why don't we go there and see how long it takes for them to notice and start gathering around to shame you for it. Then we can start taking bets on which will happen first: you cumming in your pants or getting so worked up by all the attention that you start pissing yourself. Either way, we'll make sure you end up doing both before we're done with you."

[lostcontrolfreak]

I sure do love it when kink and historical literacy overlap.

“if you keep throwing a tantrum everytime I change you into a diaper then you're clearly not not mature enough to go out without one”

[lostcontrolfreak]

"I've told them that sometimes when you pass out you end up wetting your pants, too. They were all a little disappointed that it didn't happen last night. But between the fear, the pain, and the fact that you're not going anywhere for a while, I can pretty much guarantee that's going to be a main feature of this video. I'm sure they'll find it even funnier this way, because they get to watch you squirm around and beg before it happens."

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Later:

"If you're not even going to fight back when I change you into a diaper, then clearly you recognize that that's where you belong."

“if you keep throwing a tantrum everytime I change you into a diaper then you're clearly not not mature enough to go out without one”

[lostcontrolfreak]

"You caught me just as I was getting changed. What are you doing over here? And why are you hopping around like that?

"Oh, the bathroom's occupied and you snuck over here to go pee? Well I guess that's okay, since it's just you. I don't want anyone else seeing me, though, so can you keep a lookout while I get my other bra and panties on?

"No, you can start watering the plants after I'm fully dressed again. I don't mind you taking a little peek before that, as long as you keep it in your pants.

"You can do that, can't you? I mean, I could see that you were literally holding yourself when you hobbled out here, but you're not so desperate that you can't wait until after you've seen me naked, are you?

"Come on, just hold out one more minute... or five. If you stand guard for me, I'll stand guard for you. I'll let you see my body and then you can let me hear you moaning with relief when you finally get to pee. Sounds like a fair trade to me."

by Ksenia Sergeeva

[lostcontrolfreak]

If they only saw her taking the wash basin down to the creek, they'd think you landed yourself the perfect "trad wife." But if they looked in on your country home just a few minutes earlier, they'd see you standing in the corner while she stripped another set of sheets off the bed that you sleep in alone. And if they kept watching afterwards, they'd see her hanging those sheets up to dry while scolding you for still being a bedwetter, still depending on her to clean up your messes, and being too much of an embarrassment to move back to the city. If they saw the whole picture there'd be no doubt that out her, "trad mommy" is the one who's in charge.

Anastasia; 📷

[lostcontrolfreak]

"Yeah right. I'll bet the only time you've ever had a woman in this position over you is when she had to change your diaper.

"C'mon, don't lie. Shouldn't you be wearing one right now? Why don't I hold your legs up and slide some padding under you before you end up making a puddle all over the floor. I'm pretty sure I can see your thing quivering, and I don't think it's for the reason you'd like me to think it is."

[lostcontrolfreak]

*Scrolling past a sponsored post for Paw Patrol Live*

LOL, I think the algorithm is getting very confused.

[lostcontrolfreak]

"Which one of us do you think the clerk will assume these are for? On the one hand, if she looks really closely she might notice that I'm already wearing one. But I think she might be too distracted by the fact that you're not wearing one. I guess it all depends on whether or not you can carry these items across the store, set them down on the counter for everyone to see, and look her in the eye while she rings them up, all without getting so worked up that you start to wet yourself in front of her."

[lostcontrolfreak]

Of course he'll accept her offer. It doesn't matter what she says, or how obvious it is that he'll still find himself coping with the same embarrassment in the end. In moments like this, he's like a child, unable to think beyond his immediate sensations, much less formulate a long-term strategy. All he knows is that she's giving him an alternative to the rapidly cooling, wet sensation in his groin, and a way to avoid his accident being discovered right now.

For the moment, it doesn't matter that there's sure to be another accident right around the corner. It doesn't matter that he'll still be too shy to admit when he has to go again, and too timid to try slipping into the bathroom without permission while the girls are around to see him. It doesn't matter that after he changes into her panties, he'll still have to stash the wet ones some place where they might be found and instantly traced back to him.

He doesn't think about that, and he doesn't think about the fact that even if he manages to keep the new ones dry until the next underwear inspection, someone's bound to notice that they aren't the ones he was wearing before, and that a slew of questions is certain to follow.

"Why did you change? You already wet yourself, didn't you? Did you think you could hide it? Do you think you can get away with lying to us? And where did you get these new panties, anyway? Did you steal them? Have you been going through our things while we aren't looking? Is this something else we have to punish you for? Answer us!"

If he stopped to think about the looming interrogation, he might reconsider trying to go behind their backs. Letting it play out in his mind might even be enough to set him off again and cause his bladder to release whatever he'd managed to hold back after losing control a few minutes earlier.

But he doesn't think about any of this. Instead, he lets allows his underwear to fall with a wet smack to the floor between his feet, and with his eyes downcast and his cheeks blushing red, takes the blue pair she's kindly holding out to him. He has to resist the impulse to raise them to his nose before putting them on, and he also resists admitting to himself that maybe the reason he takes them is not because it will help him avoid discovery but because it will allow him to feel closer to her -- as close as he'll ever be.

As he pulls them snug against his stiffening penis, the only thing that matters is that they're dry. It doesn't even matter how much she's laughing while she watches.

"Oh dear... Had a little accident, did we, master?"

"Would you like to borrow another pair? The girls are going to be inspecting your panties for wet spots whenever they see you and... well... that's more than a spot... isn't it...?"

"Nooo... don't worry about returning them, sir. It's fun to know you're walking around in my panties. Besides... the way things are, I'm probably not going to want them back after you've finished. I'll be surprised if they're still dry by the next inspection!"

Source

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[lostcontrolfreak]

It didn't take her long to recognize your habit of squirming in your seat during long meetings. She had a keen eye for that sort of thing. At first she assumed that it was just restlessness, even though she suspected that sometimes when your hand disappeared under the table, you were holding yourself like a little kid. But of course you aren't a little kid. You're a fully grown adult with an office job. So she tried to tell herself that your little wiggles and bounces weren't really a recurring "potty dance" -- that it was just her maternal instincts getting too carried away.

But the longer you kept at it, the harder it became for her to believe in an explanation that preserved your dignity. When she started following you out into the hall after each meeting, her suspicions were confirmed by the sight of you pressing your thighs together and speed-walking toward the restroom. She watched your pattern of dancing and dashing, day after day, with growing fascination. She wondered if anyone else in the office could tell what was going on. She wondered how you would react if she called you out on it. And she wondered if it was really s urgent as it appeared when the meetings ran really long and it seemed like you couldn't get to the far end of the hall soon enough.

She even found herself thinking that maybe, sometimes, your underwear didn't always stay completely dry when you got there. It got to the point that when she got bored and her mind started wandering in meetings, she often imagined what it would be like to take you aside afterwards, reach under your work clothes, and check for dampness on the fabric surrounding your crotch.

She wouldn't do anything that brazen, though -- at least not until all the other, more "appropriate" options have been exhausted. For now, she's trying to subtly lead by example, making a point of passing you in the hallway just before the meetings, while on the way to the restroom herself. She thought it might be a useful reminder, that it might help you to realize that being a few seconds late to a meeting because you had to pee is a lot less embarrassing than biting your lip and squeezing your crotch while you fidget desperately in front of all your colleagues.

So far, it doesn't seem to be working. If anything, your little pre-meeting encounters just seem to be making you more nervous, more aware of your own bladder, and thus more eager to run off to the bathroom only after the meeting has finished. She's going to keep giving you subtle little reminders. But if you don't get the message soon, she's going to start having more fun with it. Maybe she'll remind you during the meetings by slowly pouring a tall glass of water while keeping eye contact with you. Maybe she will check those underwear after all.

Then again, maybe she won't get through to you until the inevitable happens. But don't worry: her maternal instinct will know just what to do if you end up having a little accident.

yourofficedesire

[lostcontrolfreak]

Seriously, babe? Again? Ugh, this is so fucking ridiculous. You're a grown-ass man. Why the hell do you keep pissing the bed like a toddler? It's so gross.

These sheets are totally ruined… You realize the hotel is going to have to charge us for these? Honestly, I’m so done with your babyish little bedwetting habit. The first thing we’re doing today, after you’ve apologized to the staff for peeing in the bed, is going to the store to buy you some adult diapers. You can wear them for the rest of the vacation, and not just at night.

You heard me. Maybe waddling around in a thick, disgusting diaper all day will help motivate you to stay dry when you go to sleep. And you can forget about any ‘big boy’ fun with me as well. Until this problem clears up, I am no longer your wife. I’m your Mommy now, got it? You will do as I tell you without question. You will call me “Mom” at all times, even in public. You will not complain if I bring other men back to the hotel room. Is that clear, baby?

[lostcontrolfreak]

"Is this pants wetting thing going to happen every time I even mention your babysitter? Is she really that intimidating? Hmm... well, good! She's definitely staying now. I'm surprised she wasn't angry at you for spying on her, but I think having her around will keep you in check. I don't think you'll be as quick to act up now that you have this hanging over you."

[lostcontrolfreak]

There's something really appealing about being mind-fucked with contradictory ideas about what you're "supposed to" do in little/middle space.

What happens when mommy says that you're too big for diapers but then she hires a babysitter who insists you have to wear them? How do you reconcile the instruction to "be good for her" with the instruction to "do what she says," when what she says is that you're expected to do something you know is bad?

You'll probably be made dizzy by the effort of trying to find a path out that doesn't feel wrong in some way. And ultimately, you'll realize that your only options are to receive praise now and punishment later, or take your punishment now and hope for praise later.

This actually gets at why I'm not as interested in diapers as other people who enjoy ageplay. They're fine as a looming threat or an occasional punishment, but I'm not into the idea of their use over being taken for granted. It's much more exciting to swing wildly back and forth between proving that you need them and proving that you can be trusted without them, so the cycle of shame and pride never ends.

Your mommy said I could do whatever I want with you 😈 You dont want to get in trouble when she gets back do you??