wettingcaptions: homie0717:So much pee!“Welcome home, Lucy” Lucy froze, the only sound now was t
wettingcaptions: homie0717: So much pee! “Welcome home, Lucy” Lucy froze, the only sound now was the gentle drip drip of her pee falling from her soaked jeans and splashing in the enormous puddle at her feet. “Wha…?” He wasn’t supposed to be home this early. Lucy reluctantly turned to face her boyfriend who was leaning against the open doorway leading into the kitchen. He had obviously seen everything, all of Lucy’s accident, but he didn’t look to be upset. “I came home early to surprise you, but it looks like we both had a surprise today.” Lucy had created a huge mess, but rather than being angry or disgusted, her boyfriend just stood there with a small smile. “Are you feeling alright Baby?” Baby? Lucy’s stomach churned. It was a pet name that he used all the time, but today it felt more like an accusation. “Yeah, no I’m fine, I just…Couldn’t hold it.” Lucy immediately wished she had come up with a better excuse, anything. She was sick, the pills she was on caused stress incontinence, anything other than the truth. She had tried to hold it but failed, and peed her pants. Having someone else there to witness her accident made it feel more real than when it was actually happening. The humiliation washed over her, and she could barely stand to look at her boyfriend. She was on the verge of tears when she felt a pair of strong arms wrap her into a warm hug. Lucy felt her boyfriend’s body pressed tightly against her own. She knew her wet pants must be ruining her boyfriend’s clothes, but he didn’t seem to care. He hadn’t even minded the puddle of her pee he was now standing in. He always walked around the house barefoot, so there was no way he didn’t notice, but he didn’t care. “There there, sweet thing. It’s alright. Now let’s get you cleaned up and into some dry clothes, okay Baby?” Lucy let herself sink into his calm and comforting presence as she felt her overwhelming sense of shame lessen. “Hup let’s go.” “Ah!” Lucy gave a cry of surprise as she suddenly found herself horizontal, in the arms of her boyfriend. Lucy was amazed at the ease with which her boyfriend effortlessly carried her down the hall to the bathroom. It wasn’t far at all, but it was those same steps that had seemed an eternity when she was dying to pee. Once they entered the bathroom, Lucy found herself gently deposited on the closed lid of the toilet. She couldn’t help but wonder if she had made it all the way to the bathroom before, would the closed lid have been too much to overcome? Lucy saw her boyfriend reach past the shower curtain and turn on the hot water. “Take your time in the bath. I’ll throw your wet things in the wash,” He looked down at his own wet clothes, showing where her body had pressed against his. “And mine as well, I suppose.” Lucy was more than happy to take a long hot bath, the pee soaking her jeans had begun to cool down, leaving her whole body feeling clammy, but her boyfriend made no move to leave the bathroom. “I’ll take your clothes now, and I’ll bring you some dry things.” The polite thing would have been for him to step outside and give her some privacy, but Lucy’s boyfriend didn’t move, his wolfish smile making Lucy smile in return. She could have asked him to leave of course, but it wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before, and even these sly signs that proved he still found her attractive made Lucy feel good inside. Under different circumstances Lucy might have teased him a bit, and made a show of undressing. Heck, under different circumstances she probably would have invited him into the bath with her; it was a bit of a tight squeeze, but they had managed it before. Today though, when there was a puddle of pee slowly cooling in the foyer, and Lucy wasn’t able to pull her pants off so much as peel them off, the mood didn’t seem quite right for anything more than a simple bath. Once Lucy was naked, she gathered up her clothes and turned back around to face her boyfriend. He was polite enough to at least pretend he wasn’t looking at her body, only sneaking peaks every other second or so. Standing naked in front of her fully clothed boyfriend wasn’t quite the same as when they were both naked. She was confident in her body, but she suddenly noticed how cold the bathroom seemed, despite the warm steam slowly filling the room. Her toes curled against the tiled floor as her face flushed red, it seemed like Lucy had been doing more than her share of blushing lately, but her boyfriend only smiled. “Thank you helping so much, and for not getting mad.” Lucy’s voice was small now. There were a lot of different ways he could have reacted, but Lucy was relieved he had been so understanding and calm in such an unusual situation. Her boyfriend leaned in for a long warm kiss, and just when Lucy was hoping it would go on forever, he pulled back. He very deliberately looked up and down Lucy’s naked body that was only partially obscured by the clothes she was holding before smiling back at her. “It was my pleasure.” He said with a smirk. Lucy resisted the urge to stick her tongue out at him, but instead thrust the bundle of mostly soiled clothes into his arms. He just laughed happily and allowed Lucy to shoo him out of the bathroom. She closed the door behind him, but left it unlocked so he could bring her a change of clothes, assuming he didn’t try to convince her to spend the rest of the day naked. Once the bathwater was the perfect temperature, Lucy sighed as she eased herself into the water. She briefly thought about how strange it was that this warm liquid felt so much better than the one that had soaked her clothes mere minutes ago, but that thought and all others like it were soon washed away. Lucy couldn’t be sure how much time she had spent lounging in the bathtub. Twice now she had turned the knob to add more hot water to the bath, after it had cooled down somewhat, and she heard her boyfriend come back and leave her some clothes. He hadn’t, as Lucy half expected, and maybe half hoped, opened the shower curtain so he could watch her bathe. She had long since finished cleaning her body, having paid special attention to the areas which had been soaked with pee, but it was still another five minutes before she could bring herself to get up and out of the water. Once she had pulled herself, sighing from the water, Lucy quickly dried herself off and wrapped her body in a towel to fight off the now chilly air. Once she was more or less dry she picked up the clothes her boyfriend had left for her. She didn’t know whether to laugh or get mad. She was caught somewhere in the middle as she examined the rather risqué outfit he had selected for her. Lucy pulled on the panties and bra before looking at herself in the mirror. Wiping away the condensation, this wasn’t the skimpiest set of underwear Lucy owned, it was more the fact that her boyfriend hadn’t brought any other clothes for her. Lucy just smiled and shook her head, before walking out of the bathroom. She found her boyfriend in the foyer, there was no sign of her previous accident, save for the glossy sheen of floor cleaner, and the missing entry mat which was likely outside drying. “Felling better?” Her boyfriend greeted her with a hug and a kiss. “Much. Although I would be feeling better if I had some clothes to wear, it’s cold in here.” Her pouting face was only half in jest, she didn’t mind indulging her boyfriends questionable taste in outfits, but it was cold in the house. “Well I know just the thing to warm you up. Come with me.” He walked slowly backwards while still hugging Lucy, dragging her into the living room. Once there, he gestured for her to sit down on the sofa, which she did, and he tucked a warm blanket all around her. “You wait right here, I’ll be back.” Lucy barely had time to wonder what he was doing before he returned, holding two wine glasses in one hand, his other hand hidden behind his back. “Tadaa!” He brought out a bottle of red wine from behind his back. Lucy’s favorite. Lucy squealed in delight as she jumped up from the sofa, the blanket and her coldness forgotten. She grabbed her boyfriend’s face with both hands and kissed him hard on the lips. “Where did you get that?” Lucy surely would have noticed if there was a bottle of her favorite wine sitting around for very long, but from the look of the chilled glass, the bottle had been refrigerated for a while now. “I told you, I came home to surprise you.” “But what’s the occasion?” “Do I need an occasion to spoil my beautiful girlfriend? I didn’t think so. Now sit down, and let’s have a drink. The television was on, and something was playing, but Lucy wasn’t paying attention to the tv. The bottle of wine sat empty on the coffee table, Lucy had drunk more than half of it, quite a bit more depending on who you asked. The pair were snuggled tight beneath the thick blanket. Lucy was laying on her stomach on top of her boyfriend, whose arms were wrapped around her. He was gently massaging her back while she was contentedly listening to the sound of him breathing. The wine was making her mind fuzzy, but she felt happy just laying there as the warm silence was only broken by the sounds coming from the tv. Lucy would have stayed there forever if possible, but she would have settled for the rest of the night. She had already been ignoring the small voice in the back of her head that was telling her to get up. The wine had drowned out the voice for a while, but now it was loud and urgent enough that Lucy had to consciously ignore it, which wasn’t working out too well. She had tried for a while to drift off to sleep, she felt half asleep already, but it was no use. The pressure in her bladder was only getting worse, and the scene from earlier kept replaying in her mind. The moment when she had looked down to see her pants start to darken, and the flood of pee stain her jeans as it ran down her legs and onto the floor. Even her slightly inebriated mind was clear enough to know that she did not want a repeat of that. Especially not twice in the same day, and definitely not while laying on top of her boyfriend. “Mmmm.” Lucy arched her back to stretch and lightly pulled herself up off her boyfriend’s chest. The position caused her to grimace as her bladder was pressed into her boyfriend’s abdomen, but when she tried to pull back farther to relieve the pressure, she was stopped by her boyfriend’s hands on her back. “Where are you going? Don’t leave me.” His voice was groggy, he hadn’t drunk much wine, but he might have actually been asleep until just now. “I need to get up, I’ll be right back.” “Nooo, you’re so warm. I won’t let you go.” He redoubled the strength in his arms and pulled her back down onto his chest. He was far to strong for Lucy to escape in her current state, even if he wasn’t using all that much strength. “I’m serious, I need to go.” Lucy’s voice was muffled as she was speaking directly into his chest. “Where do you need to go? Whatever it is, I’m sure it can wait.” He seemed to have fully awakened by now, but he still didn’t loosen his grip on Lucy. “I need to use the bathroom okay? I’ll come right back, I promise, now let me go.” “Oh no, once you break the seal, you’ll be getting up every 5 minutes to pee. You’re staying right here, my little heat generator.” “But I really need to pee!” The pressure was almost to the point where it was painful for Lucy to hold it. She was getting flash backs to her drive home earlier. Wiggling one hand down into her crotch, Lucy felt a bit of relief as she was able to clutch herself to relieve some of the pressure. “I just finished cleaning up all your pee. I can’t imagine you could need to go that much again so soon.” “But we drank so much wine.” “You drank so much wine, and whose fault is that? You’ll have to do better than that if you want me to let you go.” “Please, I don’t want to wet myself again. I don’t know if I can hold it.” Lucy had both hands tucked down between her legs now. “Hmmm…” He was pretending to think. “Well alright…” “Oh thank you,” Lucy tried once again to pull herself free from his grasp, but found herself stopped once more. “Hey.” “You didn’t let me finish. I was going to say, alright, but I think first we should have a little talk about earlier.” “What?” Lucy was drunk enough, and desperate enough to pee, that her brain had a hard time understanding what he meant. “Well I was just thinking that it’s not exactly normal for a girl your age to pee herself.” Lucy blushed at his frank analysis, but she couldn’t exactly refute him. “And here you are again, apparently unable to hold it, even a normal amount of time.” “That was just a fluke accident, and it’s only a problem now because you won’t let me go!” “Well just imagine this is another situation where you can’t make it to the bathroom easily. You could be driving, or sitting in class, or even asleep in bed. What are we supposed to do if you can’t hold at night and you wet the bed? We only have one bed, and mattresses are expensive.” “I’m not going to wet the bed.” Lucy found it hard to make convincing arguments while she was pinned down on her boyfriends chest. “Well I’m just saying, maybe holding it for a bit longer than you normally would might help you hold more in the future.” “I can hold plenty, but I can’t hold anymore, so let me up!” Lucy’s protests fell on deaf ears, and her boyfriend continued talking. “I remember my sister used to have trouble staying dry at night, and on long car trips, plane rides, you get the idea. So anyway, my parents started making a schedule for all her bathroom trips, and they wouldn’t let her go any other time. She certainly wasn’t too happy about the situation, I think she was in, oh…was it high school at the time? I think so. Anyway, at first she had even more accidents than usual, since she wasn’t allowed to use the bathroom just when ever. My parents had to start putting her in pull-ups during the day as well, she used to only need them at night, you see. But sure enough, before too long, she stopped having accidents during the day, heck she would even skip one of her scheduled potty-times occasionally and she would still be dry by the next one. Do you understand what I’m getting at?” Lucy had been too busy writhing in desperation to pay close enough attention to what her boyfriend had been saying. At best she had caught every other word. “I’m not wearing diapers.” “I’m not saying that you have to, just that I think sometimes holding it can be good for you, and if you keep having accidents, then we can see about getting you some protection. Alright?” “Yes! Sure! Whatever, just let me up. Haven’t I held it enough for tonight?” “Hmmm, I suppose so.” Lucy almost cried as she felt the pressure on her back disappear and she could finally stand up. She almost fell immediately back down as her body and tipsy mind seemed to have gotten too used to laying down. What’s more, the sudden shift in position made it feel like a bowling ball had dropped into her bladder, and with a yelp she felt a small amount of pee trickle out from between her tightly squeezing fingers. Hopefully it didn’t stain her panties enough for her boyfriend to see, but she was more concerned with getting to the bathroom to stop and worry about it. After a couple shaky steps, Lucy had to accept that she was more drunk than she had realized. Relying on the wall for support, she managed to slide her way down the hall back to the bathroom. After bracing herself on the door frame with one hand and fumbling with the door knob with the other, she realized just how important the presence of her hands between her legs had been in keeping her bladder in check. Now the only thing keeping all the pee in her bladder from pouring out was one overly tired sphincter. Lucy gasped again as she felt another trickle soak into her panties, there was more this time. A few drops escaped the bottom hem of her panties and trickled down the inside of her legs. pushing her way into the bathroom she threw herself onto the toilet, not even bothering to close the door, not bothering to take off her panties, there was no time. The only hope was to pull them to the side so she could pee. Her body had already decided that she was going to pee, the only question was where it was going. Even with her alcohol clouded brain, she immediately noticed something was wrong. The toilet was wrong. The lid was still down. Lucy could only stare with an open mouth. Her mind gave the easy solution, just stand up, lift the lid and sit back down, simple. But her body was well passed that. There was no way she would be able to coordinate such an action in the seconds she had before she lost control. It was like watching a car crash in slow motion. Lucy could only stare in shock as her body betrayed her for the second time in the same day. The darkness blossomed in the heart of her panties, and the sound of pee hitting the toilet seat buzzed in Lucy’s ears. She didn’t even have the presence of mind to pull her panties to the side, and maybe save herself some small amount of dignity. Not that it would have mattered. The pee quickly pooled on the flat lid and soaked all the way up the back of her panties, almost reaching to the waistband. Before long, the lake off pee could not be contained by the nonexistent lip on the edge of her seat. The pee formed a waterfall, pouring down onto the floor, splashing all around her feet. Lucy was drunk enough to smile at the relief she felt from finally emptying her aching bladder, but she wasn’t so drunk that she didn’t feel humiliated still. How was she going to explain this to her boyfriend, he was…standing in the doorway, watching her. “Did you have another accident, baby? I thought that was just a one time thing?” Lucy was lost for words as she stared blankly up at him. “Well let’s get you cleaned up again princess, I guess I have another mess to deal with. We can talk about this in the morning.” -- source link