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Hangover Chapter Five
🕑 Added 2020-06-24 12:09:50 +0000 UTC
Chapter Five
“You have got to be joking,” said Amber.
“No joke. You’re not using the toilet before you clean my sofa, and I don’t trust you to hold on, given recent events,” said Sam.
“I can hold it,” said Amber, but the fact that she was shifting from foot to foot as she said it wasn’t particularly convincing.
“Put it on, or face the consequences,” said Sam.
“Fine,” said Amber.
She turned towards Danny, expecting him to hand her the infantile garment. Instead, he opened it up and held it down by her feet for her to step into. Not wanting to make matters worse, she stepped into it one foot at a time. Amber let Danny slide it up her legs, aware that he was looking at her hairless vagina the whole time.
When the pull up was in place, Amber looked into the mirror. She was ashamed to see herself, naked but for what was essentially a nappy. The fact that she had a freshly spanked bottom underneath wasn’t helping either. The pull up felt bulky and unfamiliar between her legs.
She didn’t have time to dwell on it long before Sam grabbed her by the ear again and was pulling her back to the living room. Danny appeared moments later with a scrubbing brush and a bucket of soapy water.
“Get scrubbing then, pissy pants,” said Danny.
Ordinarily, Amber would have never let Danny speak to her like this. However, she didn’t feel that a comeback would be particularly effective when she was dressed as she was. Instead she started to scrub the wet patch, increasingly aware of her need to use a toilet. She was also aware that as she got down onto her knees to scrub, it was impossible not to point her rustling bottom at Sam and Danny.
By the time that she felt she had done a good job of cleaning up she felt like she was about to burst.
“Okay, it’s done,” she said, glad that she’d finally get to use the toilet.
“No. That’s not good enough. Scrub it some more,” said Sam. “Oh, and be quick. You won’t like what happens if you can’t keep that pull up dry.”
Amber couldn’t believe her ears. She thought the nightmare was about to end, but Sam clearly had no intention of taking it easy on her. The sofa was fine, she was sure of it, but she set about scrubbing it some more. While she was attempting to clean the sofa for a second time, Amber heard the front door open. Shortly afterwards, Daisy walked into the room. When she realised what Amber was wearing, she looked down at the floor.
“Don’t be embarrassed Daisy,” said Sam. “She might be wearing one of your old pull ups, but you haven’t needed them for years. The fact that Amber needed one last night, at her age, is embarrassing, but you don’t need to feel embarrassed.”
Amber had never had any idea that Daisy had been a bedwetter. She only briefly acknowledged this new information, as the thing that was most heavily weighing on her mind was the increasingly real possibility of wetting herself again, this time in a nappy and with an audience. She was now at the point where she was grabbing her crotch to hold it in.
“There. It’s clean,” said Amber. “Please, please, please, can I go to the toilet now?”
“Looks like it needs a bit more work,” said Danny.
“He’s right,” said Sam.
It was at that point that Amber realised that Sam had been playing her for a fool. She’d never intended to let her use the toilet. She was just going to make her scrub and scrub until she wet herself in front of two children.
“Please,” Amber said again, her hand in her crotch, “Please, please, please.”
As she was begging, tears in her eyes, the dam burst, and she started peeing into her pull up. It was audible, and everybody in the room knew exactly what happened. Amber had wet herself for the second time in a 24 hour period, but this time it wasn’t her knickers that she’d soaked, but a pull up meant for children.
