Jay and Elle -- (Author) SoggyRunner

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Author: SoggyRunner
Timestamp: Feb 24, 2025 at 7:08 AM
Content: I've been wanting to try my hand at writing a story for a while. I started this one several months ago, and just let it linger. I think I have it at a good point to share. This is a fictional story, but the overarching themes have a basis in experiences with my wife that are the genesis of each scene, but the scenes in the story play out much more like my fantasy than how they were in real life. This is a short story in five chapters that describe several vignettes in the life of Jay and Elle. He is a DL who desperately wants to open up to his wife Elle about his secret. Elle is, at least as far as Jay knows, vanilla, but as he finds out over the course of events, maybe a vanilla with sprinkles? This is what I have for now, and I would like to continue with this theme...I just have to find the time as I really should be writing more papers for work and not so much ABDL fiction.

Jay and Elle

Prologue

Elle and Jay have been married 16 years and together for 20. They have a 10-year-old son Danny. The couple has a fulfilling sex life that has suffered the typical ups and downs of children and aging, and are generally quite content and compatible except for one thing. In a kink sense, Elle is decidedly vanilla while Jay has a hidden fascination with diapers, pee desperation, and omorashi (pants wetting) that has been with him as long as he can remember. He has tried more than a few times, but has never been able to tell her about his diaper interests. In fact, he’s never told anyone.

For nearly all of their time together, Elle has suffered from interstitial cystitis that cause episodes of abdominal pain, cramping, and increased urinary frequency. Flare-ups usually follow a splurge on wine or some other other food trigger, and Elle had managed it for years with a conscientious diet and avoidance of acidic foods, caffeine, chocolate, and alcohol, except on rare special occasions. Lately, though, even with her restricted diet and other considerations, flare-ups and pain appear more often, and she keeps discovering more things that were once OK are now triggers. The increased urinary frequency has particularly worsened, and often when she tries to go, only a small amount of pee comes out before her bladder is empty. A few minutes later, she needs to go again. Her doctor suggested a routine of trying to hold it when the initial urge comes in order to train her bladder to not need to empty so often, but all that seems to do is make Elle feel she needs to pee all the time. Most of the time, this only leads to uncomfortable dashes to the bathroom, but occasionally it has caused some, shall we say, more interesting circumstances. Jay is particularly conflicted about her situation. On one hand, he is extremely sympathetic to her difficulties and frustration with her bladder issues. On the other hand, he can’t help being extremely turned on by Elle’s desperation to pee, and he has fantasies of her, willingly of course, wetting her pants or wearing a diaper for him. Even though she doesn’t know what it does for him, she often lets him know when she does need to pee with comments about how desperately she needs to go, as happened one evening several months ago during the COVID lock-down.

Ch 1– Takeout

Elle was out shopping, and on the way home, stopped to pick up takeout for the family from a recently opened, and now trendy, sushi restaurant. It was a poor choice on a Saturday night – with dining rooms closed because of the pandemic, everyone in town seemed to be in this parking lot waiting for food. Jay had called in the order to be ready when she arrived, but when she pulled up, the curbside attendant said apologetically that they were really backed up and it would be another 25 minutes for the order.

She, none too pleased with the delay, texted her husband, “25 more minutes wait for the food. Do we have any wine at home? I’ll need a glass after this!”

“No,” he responded, “Stop at the bottle shop on the way? It will only take 2 minutes.”

“I don’t know. I’ll think about it because I have to pee, too! ”

With nothing to do but sit in the car and scroll on her phone, she texted occasional updates to Jay.

“Only been 15 minutes and now I really need to pee.”

“Been 30 minutes and it’s getting urgent. I don’t know how much longer I can hold it.”

“It’s been 40 minutes and I’m fuming. No bottle shop because my bladder’s about to explode.”

“Just asked…it should come out any minute - food, hopefully not pee! ”

At this point, Elle could no longer sit still and was pacing back and forth outside the car.

“OK…really desperate now. Asked about bathroom but they’re closed for COVID.”

Jay had visions being there and seeing Elle sitting in the car, her hand pressing into her lap and her legs bouncing up and down as she tried to hold on. He imagined her pacing back and forth next to the car, then stopping suddenly as her need surged and a bit of pee leaked out and moistened her panties. He could hear her gasp and see the look of shock on her face when a bigger leak left a dark spot between her legs, and she felt the warmth trickle down her thigh. He longed to say, “Try to hold it, but if you can’t and have an accident, it’s OK”, just like he remembered his mom saying as he struggled to hold on while the family was stuck in city traffic when he was 8. The alert of another text from Elle snapped him out of his fantasy.

“Finally, I think the food is here. Since my bladder is in agony, can you guys handle getting everything ready while I run in the bathroom as soon as I get in? God, I hope I make it home.”

Reading the texts, Jay was about to lose his mind. “Why does she keep texting me details? Does she know I how much this is turning me on? She has to be into this,” he thought.

One more text came in, “Now traffic. Seriously may not make it.”

Internally, Jay was torn. On one hand, the thought of his wife about to have an accident and texting him what is essentially a live-stream of her desperation was about the hottest thing he had ever experienced. On the other, he felt guilty about relishing her predicament and honestly did not want her to suffer the embarrassment of wetting her pants, especially not in a crowded restaurant parking lot. The texts, though…did she somehow know that this turned him on and was trying to tease him? Jay decided to meet her outside and take the food so Elle could dash to the bathroom, and also to see what sort of state she was really in. She pulled into the driveway, stopped, and jumped out doing an obvious potty dance as she moved toward the back seat for the food and her purse.

“I’ll get it…,” said Jay as he reached the car.

“Thank you. Oh, God. I’m so desperate,” she replied, bending her knees and pressing on her abdomen while chattering away in a panic. “The bathrooms were closed and I was dying. Then I missed every light and I thought I was going to pee in my car. Uggghhh, I need to go so bad….”

“Just go. Stop talking and hurry before you wet your pants!” Jay interrupted, although he was halfway wishing she would keep going and prolong her desperation show. He tried to get a look at her jeans to see if they were still dry, but he couldn’t see anything obvious.

Elle hobbled across the driveway, ran up the front stairs, and quickly disappeared inside while Jay gathered the food bags and her purse from the back seat, locked the car, and brought them inside. He set the bags on the kitchen counter and took her purse to their bedroom and placed it on the bed. The bathroom door in their en suite was closed, and he could hear the sound of her stream splashing loudly in the bowl. He went back to the kitchen to start setting out the dinner, and Elle joined him a few minutes later, now changed out of her jeans and hoodie into her favorite lounge-around-the-house shorts and a baggy sweatshirt.

“Sorry that took a minute. I wanted to get comfy before dinner,” she said as she entered the kitchen.

“I gather you made it?” Jay asked as he divided up the sushi on their plates and poured each a glass of wine, a very small one for Elle given her sensitivity.

“Uhh…mostly,” Elle replied as she looked down and felt her face start to go red.

“Mostly?” Jay inquired with an innocent tone, trying to only seem mildly interested, even though at this point he was nearly bursting inside.

“Well, I dribbled a little bit on the way inside. That was the closest call I’ve had in a while,” Elle admitted as she busied herself setting the table.

“In a while?” Jay asked, now becoming bolder in his questions. “When was the last time you DIDN’T make it?”

Elle blushed some more. “Well, not really not make it, but, well, sometimes it’s close. Um, you know…bad traffic…restrooms being closed now with COVID. And, like, with my bladder on the frequent flyer program lately, and you know, maybe I sometimes haven’t quite made it in time, but nothing really bad, and…anyway,” Elle stammered, before finishing with, “I just want to eat and forget about the last hour. It was miserable.”

Jay could tell she’d said more than she probably wanted and let it drop, and they sat down to enjoy the sushi and wine. After dinner, Jay cleaned up the dishes while Elle went downstairs to finish some work on her computer. As soon as he heard the office door shut, Jay hurried to the bedroom and checked the hamper where he found Elle’s jeans under a layer of other dirty clothes. He lifted them up and saw the soft pink panties she had put on that morning balled up underneath. The crotch of her jeans had a small wet spot, and the wetness spread a few inches down the inside of one leg.

“OMG,” Jay thought, “Just like my fantasy!”

The panties also weren’t just a little damp as Elle suggested. A dark patch of wetness started in the front and spread around to cover half of the back. He ran his fingers over the wet fabric, trying to guess when she lost control. He imagined her yelp when the first leak started as she ran up the stairs and down the hallway to the bedroom, the wetness slowly spreading. Her leak now a trickle as she reached the bathroom, he pictured her fumbling to undo the button on her jeans, dancing from foot to foot as she yanked at the the zipper, and finally ripping down her jeans just as the dam broke. With no time to pull down her panties, she sat down and let go, sighing with relief while watching the dark pink stain grow between her legs and feeling the wetness slowly spread across her bottom as her pee gushed through her panties and splattered in the bowl below.

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Author: SoggyRunner
Timestamp: Feb 24, 2025 at 7:17 AM
Content: Ch 2 - Opening Up

Jay was jolted out of his fantasy by the sound of the door opening behind him, and he instinctively dropped the panties. “Looking for something?” asked Elle in a rather surprised voice.

“Um, no. I was just, um, can’t find my black running shorts for tomorrow. Um, thought they might, uh, be in here,” Jay stuttered as he turned and walked toward the shelf with a basket of his running clothes and began to dig through them.

A slight grin appeared on Elle’s face as she slipped up behind him and put her arms around his waist. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were checking out my clothes from earlier,” she said as she slid one hand down and across the front of his pants. “And it seems you like what you found. Do my wet panties turn you on?”

“Uh…um…uh…what? Um, I mean, uh, yeah? I guess?” stammered Jay, still in shock from Elle’s response and not quite sure what to say. “I, uh, well, you kept texting me and telling me how badly you needed to go, and I guess I just, well, it was kinda hot, and you didn’t really say what happened, and I wanted to see how bad, err, you know, if you made it or not.”

“Well,” she said, “I think you know the answer to that now. Were you hoping I’d wet my pants?”

Jay was now red as a beet. Elle wrapped her arms tightly around him while whispering softly in his ear, “Because I did. And now I need to go again. We don’t want any more accidents tonight, or do we?” With that, she walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

Jay stood frozen by the bed, not knowing what to think or say. Did she know about his wetting fantasies? Maybe she saw some of the images on his iPad, or found the stash of diapers and plastic pants he kept in the bin in his closet with his old cycling and running gear. Is she into this too? She certainly didn’t seem upset when she caught him holding her wet panties. He was so incredibly turned on by her sexy act, he thought about lying seductively on the bed, waiting for her to come out of the bathroom. With his head spinning, though, it didn’t seem like the right time for that. Besides, what are the chances. She couldn’t be into this too, could she? For years, Jay had gone over the myriad ways he might tell Elle about his kink, and getting caught excitedly examining her wet pants and panties after she had an accident was not one of them. “I have to get this off my chest. I have to know. I guess it’s as good a time as any,” he thought, and he walked out to the living room and sat on the couch with anticipation to wait for Elle.

She came out a minute or so later looking surprised. “I expected to find you naked on the bed ready to go, not out here with your clothes on looking like you just saw a ghost’”, she said.

“Um, there’s something I need to tell you,” Jay said nervously. “I’ve been trying to for a while, but just couldn’t find the right time or way to do it. It’s, well, I, uh, you know, this is really hard to say.” Jay couldn’t seem to get the sentence out and his voice was starting to quiver.

“Okay…”, interrupted Elle. “Is everything all right? You’re making me worried. Is it what I just said back there? I was only trying to get a rise out of you after I caught you checking out my undies.”

“Oh no, everything’s OK. More than OK. It’s just…there’s this thing I like, that I’ve always liked, and I’ve been afraid to tell you about it because you might not like it. But then you saw me looking at your panties earlier and didn’t seem mad. And then you got all sexy, so maybe it’s OK,” he said, still fumbling and looking for the right words. He could feel his cheeks burning, and he had to fight looking away in embarrassment. “All right, I’ll just say it. It turns me on when you have to pee, when you’re desperate. I like it when women pee their pants. I always have, but I’ve never been able to tell anybody because, well, they’d just think I’m a freak.”

“Hmmm,” Elle replied, taking a moment to think. “I guess that explains earlier.” She paused a bit longer, thinking Jays admission over and suddenly her eyes widened.

“Oh my God…and I sent you all those texts about how much I needed to pee.”

“Yeah, I was starting to wonder if you were into it, too,” said Jay.

“Oh, no. No, I’m not. Never really thought about it, actually. I don’t really see the attraction, but it doesn’t seem so bad. Is that all?” replied Elle.

“Well, it’s more than that. I also like to be desperate myself. To hold my pee, and to wet my pants. You ever heard of omorashi or omo?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“It’s basically a kink where you like to wet yourself or see other people wet themselves. It’s a Japanese word. There’s even anime with omo scenes.”

“OK. It still doesn’t seem like a big deal. It doesn’t hurt anyone, and I’ve heard of way more far out kinks. We talked about it in one of my Psych classes. Bondage, hitting, needles, stuff that could really hurt.”

Jay described his desires a little more and said he’s never told anyone about this kink. Elle said she was surprised as she just didn’t see it coming, but everyone has their “thing”.

“Well, I might as well get it all out there. I have another 'thing', and you may think this one is stranger. I also like diapers. Women in diapers. And I like to wear them, too,” he said sheepishly, looking down and feeling his cheeks burning even more. “And using them.”

He paused and continued, “I’m really sorry. I’ve wanted to tell you for so long, but I always feel so ashamed, and then it’s been a secret so long I think you’re going to hate me for not telling you, and I just didn’t know what to do.” Tears started to well up in his eyes, and he felt a large lump in his throat. “I just don’t want to lose you. I don’t know what I’d do,” he cried, now shaking with tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Oh Jay,” Elle responded, taking his hands and looking him directly in the eyes. “I love you, and something like this would never change that. I can’t say I understand it, and it will take a while to get my head around everything you told me tonight, but one thing I am sure of is that none of this changes how much I love you and want to be with you. Please don’t feel ashamed…I’m not judging you.”

Jay sniffed and looked back at Elle with obvious relief on his face. “Thank you,” he said after a few moments of silence. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Oh, but you do,” she replied. “You would do the same for me and have, many times. I wet my pants tonight and was ashamed to tell you. Then I tried to bury the wet clothes in the laundry so you wouldn’t see. I can’t imagine how hard it must have been to hold this inside all these years. Don’t worry…we are a team and I’ve got you. Now, I do have a lot of questions, so get ready!”

Jay leaned in and gave her a big hug, and they stayed in their embrace for several minutes before he pulled away, laughed, and said, “OK, I guess I owe you answers, but first, I could use another glass of wine!”

They talked for a couple of hours that night, and many more afterward. Elle asked lots of questions and Jay laid out his life story. In the end, they settled on a compromise: for now, Elle was fully accepting of Jay’s kink, and she had no problem with him indulging in it by himself. She didn’t feel comfortable participating directly, but left open the possibility that she may try new things in the future. Jay was mostly relieved that he no longer had to hide this side of himself, and was no longer worried about being “caught” and having to explain himself under less-than-ideal circumstances. In some ways, not much had changed, but in other ways, everything had.

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Author: SoggyRunner
Timestamp: Feb 24, 2025 at 7:48 AM
Content: Ch. 3 - Girl’s Night

Later that year…

“Dammit, not again,” Elle muttered to herself as she felt the first twinge in her abdomen. “I was so good at dinner, skipped the wine, and only had a simple crème brûlée for dessert.”

The next comedian was coming to the stage, and Elle and her three girlfriends were seated at a table in front. She felt another twinge, then a gurgling rumble lower down. The comedian was starting his routine, going down the row of tables bantering with the audience, but all Elle could focus on were the twinges just below her bladder and the growing pressure in her gut. She shifted in her seat a few times, then subtly leaned to the side to raise her left cheek to silently release a bit of gas, hoping to calm her rumbly tummy. Her relief quickly turned to panic, though, when she thought she felt a squish upon lowering herself back into the chair.

“Are you OK?”, Mary, seated next to her, asked.

“Yeah. Just need to pee. I’m going to make a quick run to the restroom,” Elle whispered back.

She grabbed her purse and as she stood up, could feel her panties were damp and sticky, and now clinging to her rear. “Thank goodness I wore the cute cotton Hanes for Her and not my lacy black thong,” she thought.

Elle took a moment to nonchalantly pry her panties loose, then rapidly navigated the slalom course through the bistro tables to the toilets. Fortunately, there was no line, and one of the two stalls in the small bathroom was empty. In the stall, she lowered her black, flare leg pants, sat down, and checked the damage. It wasn’t as bad as she feared – her panties had a small stain, but most of the mass remained between her cheeks and was easily disposed of with a couple of wipes. She cleaned her undies as best she could with her last remaining wipe from her purse and tried to empty her bowels, but could only manage to release some gas instead. She peed for good measure, washed her hands thoroughly, and slipped back to the table.

“Feeling better?” asked Mary when Elle plopped down in her chair.

“Yes…much. All I’ve had is water, but it’s going right through me!” Elle replied, choosing to not mention her slip up or the current state of her panties.

She tried to get back into the swing of the comedy show, and enjoy the rest of the evening with her friends. Her stomach was rumbly and the abdominal twinging still there, but she made it through the last three comics. The foursome took a final restroom stop where, of course, Elle could only manage to pee, then headed to the car for the drive back to Pasadena. The walk to the valet stand must have set her insides in motion again, because as she handed her ticket to the attendant, Elle felt a painful cramp that nearly doubled her over.

“Not tonight,” thought Elle, “I can handle some urgency, but I have to drive all four of us home, and I can’t do that if I’m writhing in pain.”

She thought about making a quick dash back inside to the bathroom, but there had been a line when she left, and the valet was pulling up with her car. “Best to just get home as fast as possible,” she thought. The ladies piled into her Toyota Highlander, and they headed off, Mary in the front seat and Paula and Jenn in back. They turned out of the valet lot and onto busy Sunset Blvd. This was not going to be the quick drive home that Elle hoped for.

As they inched through traffic, Elle tried to distract herself from the abdominal pain by putting on music, and soon the ladies were loudly singing along. As a bonus, the sound covered up any noise that may have come from her rumbling belly and the accompanying gas that was starting to become more frequent as they drove. The pressure in her abdomen would increase to the point of pain, until a long release provided a few minutes of relief before the cycle repeated, over and over. Elle opened her window a little just in case and preemptively apologized to the ladies that something wasn’t sitting well and she was having some gastrointestinal “issues”. They finally made it to the freeway, and now with light traffic, were in Pasadena rather quickly, much to Elle’s relief because her problems were getting worse. Just as they reached their exit, she felt another cramp, and this time when she tried to relieve some of the pressure, she could sense it was more than just air. Elle gripped the steering wheel tightly as she tried with all her might to hold back what would have been a disastrous accident, and luckily, with a gurgle and shifting in her belly after a few seconds, the pressure subsided enough that she could relax. She knew she didn’t have long, though, and needed to drop off her friends and get home quickly.

Elle was now squirming in her seat trying to hold back the impending explosion, and Mary noticed. “You OK?” she asked with a look of concern.

“Yeah. Just have a queasy stomach and now I need to pee again,” Elle replied, thinking that was less embarrassing than saying, “Just trying not to shit my pants more than I already have.”

“I’m dying to pee too,” piped up Jenn from the back seat.

“Me too,” added Paula. “That last beer went right through me.”

“If you only knew,” thought Elle, realizing that with all the focus on her intestinal issues she hadn’t noticed how badly she needed to pee, and it suddenly seemed pretty urgent.

It took about 10 minutes to drop off Paula and Jenn, and at that point, Elle was barely hanging on. As she drove up the hill to Mary’s house, she preemptively said, “I am so sorry, but I need to just drop you off and hurry home. My stomach is getting worse and I’m pretty desperate to pee now, too.”

“I understand,” replied Mary. “I really appreciate you driving tonight so that we could all have drinks. I know it’s not been great for you. I hope you feel better soon.”

They pulled into Mary’s driveway and gave Elle a hug, jumped out, thanked her again, and gave a quick wave as she headed up the front walk. Just as Elle started to back out, Mary turned and ran back toward the car, waving. “Sorry, sorry…I forgot my jacket in your trunk,” she yelled.

“You have to be kidding me,” thought Elle as she stopped and popped the hatch for Mary. The pressure was back, even stronger now. She squeezed the steering wheel tightly and leaned forward to keep holding a few minutes longer. At this point, she didn’t know which was worse, her bladder or her bowels, and she tried to squeeze every muscle in her lower body to keep the impending disaster in her pants at bay. Mary grabbed her jacket, tapped the back window to let Elle know she was done, and jogged back up the walk with a quick wave. Elle closed her eyes for a few seconds and tried to summon enough strength to make the one mile drive down the hill to her house, then slowly backed out. Maybe it was the relief of finally being alone in the car or that her body sensed she was almost home, but as she pulled up to the stop sign at the end of Mary’s street, Elle was hit with a massive abdominal cramp. She dug her fingernails into the leather of the steering wheel, sucked in a big breath through clenched teeth, and squeezed her cheeks together as hard as she could, but this time there was no stomach gurgle, and the pressure just continued to build.

“Oh God, no, no, no, no, no, not now!” Elle yelled out loud to no one but herself. Sweat was beading on her forehead and she squeezed the wheel even harder. As she pressed the brake and came to a stop, she instinctively lifted herself off of the seat slightly, and that’s when it happened. Elle felt a short, rapid burst. She had just pooped in her pants.

“No! Fuck!,” she yelled again to the empty car as she continued to squeeze for all she was worth to hold back the remaining pressure. The relief was instant, and she paused, still holding herself off the seat to try and assess the damage. Thinking quickly, she reached into the center console and grabbed one of the shopping bags she kept there, and slid it underneath her bottom before gently lowering herself onto the seat. She grimaced as she felt the mess squish and spread across her rear, but was surprised that it felt like much less than she expected. Not wanting to risk a larger accident, she quickly drove the few minutes home, and pulled into the garage without further incident.

Elle took a moment to calm herself and wipe off the tears that had settled on her cheek, then gathered her purse and jacket from the back seat and headed inside. Her panties were plastered uncomfortably to her bottom, and when she reached back to try and un-stick them, she could feel the wetness that had seeped through her new black pants.

“Good thing I had this bag in the car,” she thought as she dropped it in the laundry room. She wiped her eyes one more time and headed upstairs to the living room where she could hear her husband Jay watching TV.

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Author: SoggyRunner
Timestamp: Feb 24, 2025 at 7:49 AM
Content: Ch. 4 – Not Again

“How was the girl’s night?” Jay asked as she came up the stairs behind him.

“A disaster,” replied Elle. “Well, actually we had fun, but I’ve been having major stomach issues since dinner. Of all nights it could happen…”

“I’m sorry,” said Jay as he stood up, walked over and put his arms around her.

“Um, you might not want to get too close. I had a little accident on the way home.” countered Elle, looking down and starting to sob gently. “I’m so embarrassed.”

“Oh honey,” said Jay sympathetically as he pulled her into a closer embrace, now getting a whiff that revealed her condition. “It’s OK. At least it wasn’t a car accident,” he added with a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. “What happened?”

“Well, it kinda was. An accident in the car,” she said, with a slight grin, realizing she felt safe with Jay and he wasn’t judging her. “Let’s just say it was a miserable drive home, and I almost made it, but not quite. At least I dropped off the girls before it happened. And I need to hurry before it happens again.” With that, she walked back to her room to change and Jay settled back on the couch to wait for her to finish.

About 20 minutes later, Elle returned to the living room dressed in flannel PJ pants and a baggy sweatshirt.

“Feeling better?” asked Jay, looking up from his iPad. “I can switch off the game and we can watch something lighthearted to cheer you up.”

“That’s OK,” she replied. “I’m just happy to be home and not sitting in dirty panties.” Elle proceeded to tell Jay about the night in all its gory detail, from the initial “oops” at the comedy club, through the drive home and her eventual accident just after dropping Mary off.

“I guess we’re now one and one for this year, and we’ve both had to “come clean” so to speak with poop incidents,” said Jay, reminding her of his accident at work a few months earlier. “Maybe we both need to think about diapers when we’re out,” he added with a smirk.

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Author: SoggyRunner
Timestamp: Feb 24, 2025 at 7:54 AM
Content: Flashback: Jay’s Difficult Day

Jay had a Zoom call immediately after lunch where he had indulged in two large cups of iced tea with his chicken shawarma wrap and salad. As the meeting dragged on, Jay’s need to pee grew, and after an hour, he was squirming in his chair and hoping it would end soon. On top of that, the shawarma plate was causing his mild IBS to flare up, and he felt a gurgling pressure beginning to build in his belly. When the meeting final ended, he was practically holding himself to keep from peeing, and dashed downstairs to the men’s room. He threw open the door and was dismayed to see the large stall was in use, leaving only the tiny one in the middle next to the urinal open.

Now, Jay has always been reluctant to poop in a public restroom with others present, especially at work where everyone knows him, and doubly so when he can tell it will be a loud, liquidy explosion. Jay eats this same lunch almost every week, more often than not followed by some intestinal urgency. Generally, he feels a quick buildup of pressure, followed by a shifting rumble in his gut that provides some relief and he can leisurely get to a restroom to take care of the issue. With that in mind, and his bladder about to explode, Jay stepped up to the urinal, unzipped, and started to pee. Except this time there was no rumble, only a rapid increase in pressure. Jay clenched his butt as hard as he could, but it wasn’t enough, and he felt a burst of warm mush slide into his pants. Desperate and trapped at the urinal, he tried to stop the stream so he could shift to the open stall, but he couldn’t stop peeing. By the time his bladder was empty, he’d released a few more bursts. He stood in shock as the reality of his predicament hit home. “I just fucking shit myself at work!” he thought. A quick reach back to assess the damage told him it was definitely not something easily cleaned up in the stall. He didn’t have a change of clothes in his office or the car, so he decided to quickly head home. He waddled out of the building trying to look nonchalant, threw an absorbent mat on his car seat, sat down, and took off before anyone saw him.

As he pulled out of the lot, he texted Elle to warn her he was on his way home, but didn’t give details. She works remotely and was in client meetings online afternoon, so he didn’t expect a response, but wanted to avoid startling her unexpectedly. In his panicked rush to exit from the bathroom and not be seen, Jay just washed his hands, neglecting to finish his business in the stall. He had only driven a few blocks when the pressure returned with a vengeance. Given his pants were already soiled, he tried to relieve some pressure by letting a little more out. That worked for a while, but at a traffic light about halfway home, it was too much and Jay gave up the fight. He pushed back against the seat, lifted up his rear, and let go, filling his pants with the remainder of his gooey mess. As he gingerly lowered himself back down and felt the warm mass spread forward and back, he took a look at the mom pushing a stroller on the sidewalk and chuckled at the thought that he probably needed a change more than her baby. Jay pulled into the driveway, looked around for neighbors who might see him in his sodden state, and dashed inside, taking the seat protector with him. Given the large stain on the mat, he could only imagine what the back of his pants looked like. Elle was in her office on a call and didn’t even notice him arrive. He hurried upstairs, removed his soiled jeans and threw his undies in the trash, wiped off, showered, and was on his way back to work in less than 15 minutes. Elle called him just as he arrived to ask what happened, and, although sympathetic to his plight, couldn’t stop giggling as he described being trapped at the urinal while slowly pooping his pants. If only she knew the fate that awaited her…

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Author: SoggyRunner
Timestamp: Feb 24, 2025 at 8:01 AM
Content: Ch. 4, continued

Elle laughed thinking of their shared experience – not your typical couples bonding moment. They started watching “Bar Rescue”, mindless TV and always good for a laugh, and Elle curled up against Jay’s shoulder with her hands on her stomach.

“You doing OK?” asked Jay.

“Not really,” replied Elle. “I’m feeling pretty bad. I hope it’s not food poisoning.”

“Doubtful,” said Jay. “It wouldn’t have come on so quickly after dinner if it were. I am guessing it’s just a bad case of your usual issue.” Her belly was rumbling, and she occasionally let out an audible burp or fart for which she kept apologizing profusely and Jay repeatedly assured her was OK. They continued like this for about 30 minutes when she released a long, crackly sounding fart and, suddenly, her eyes widened and she sat up.

“Uh oh…no…” she muttered as she leapt off the couch. A second, even louder one followed a few seconds later, and this one was obviously not just gas.

Elle reached back to check her PJs. “Fuck, not again! It just came out of nowhere and I couldn’t stop it.” she cried as she waddled down the hall with legs slightly spread, holding her rear. She disappeared into the bathroom to change her panties for the second time that evening. Jay followed, and after giving her a moment to compose herself, knocked on the door and asked if she needed anything.

“Can you just grab my old pair of purple panties and some PJ pants, please?” Elle said from behind the bathroom door. I’m going to be a few minutes.”

“Do you want to try some of my, err, protection instead?” asked Jay as he handed her the clothes through the partially opened door.

“No,” replied Elle. “I don’t think I need that. I just need to be more careful trusting a fart.”

“OK…just trying to help,” said Jay. He decided to go back to the living room and give Elle some time to clean up and recover. He switched back over to the game and realized he’d missed a 4-run comeback by the Dodgers in the 9th inning. “Dammit…5 innings of nothing earlier and then I miss this?”

After about 15 minutes, Elle came out in her clean PJs and sat down next to Jay with a smirk on her face. “So, what’s with the lame attempt to get me into a diaper. Trying to catch me when I’m weak?” she asked sarcastically. “I can’t imagine I’d be too sexy in this state.”

“No, no. I really was just trying to help. It wouldn’t be a bad idea, you know. That said, you’re sexy no matter what your state,” countered Jay.

“That’s sweet, but I don’t believe you,” Elle replied, laughing again. “Besides, I just can’t get over the fact that it would remind me of a giant maxi-pad. Those were bad enough.”

Jay was pleased to see Elle in a playful mood after the events of the night. “You never know until you try it,” he said, looking down, slightly embarrassed. “They are pretty comfy.”

“Well, maybe someday I’ll find out, but not tonight. Ready for bed? It’s been a long day, and I need to put it behind me.”

“Sounds good,” said Jay. “I’ll take care of these dishes, lower the thermostat, and be back in a few minutes.” With that, she headed to their bedroom for the night.

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Author: SoggyRunner
Timestamp: Feb 24, 2025 at 8:03 AM
Content: Ch. 5 – The Trying Game

Elle had passed on Jay’s offer of a diaper earlier, but she still had that constant pressure in her intestines like she needed to go even though nothing was happening, and she was worried about having another accident overnight. While Jay was finishing up in the kitchen, she grabbed one of the Goodnites bed mats from their 10-year-old son’s bathroom and spread it on her side of their bed. “At least if anything does happen, I won’t ruin the bed,” she thought. Elle quickly brushed her teeth and crawled under the covers just as Jay came in. He soon crawled in beside her, kissed her goodnight, and within a few minutes of the light going off, Elle was asleep.

Jay, however, was wide awake with thoughts running through his head at 1000 miles per hour. He had seen Elle’s not one, but two accidents in one night, then they actually joked about wearing a diaper. She didn’t accept his offer, but she didn’t completely shut the door on the idea either. Not for fun, but for legitimate purposes, of course. After running Elle’s story of the night over in his head a couple of times, Jay finally drifted off.

“Creak!” Hearing the bathroom door, Jay slowly opened his eyes and realized it was still dark outside. He rolled over and noticed Elle missing from bed and the clock showing 2:47am. “Honey, are you OK,” he said, not knowing where she was, but hearing rustling across the room.

“No,” she sniffled from across the room. “I’m not doing so good.”

“What’s up?” he replied. “You sound upset.”

“I woke up in so much pain. My stomach really hurt and I had to pee. I went to get up, but every time I tried to move, I doubled over in pain. I tried to get up, but I couldn’t, and…and then I couldn’t…I couldn’t hold it…and I, I, I peed. I tried not to, but I couldn’t stop.” she stammered between sobs, and then continued, “And I couldn’t get up. And my stomach hurt. And I tried…I tried not to…but…it hurt so bad, but I really tried not to poop, but it just came out. Oh God, I pooped my pants. I’m sorry. And I wet the bed. I’m so sorry.”

Jay looked over and saw Elle standing by the bathroom door crying, staring down at her wet PJ pants like she didn’t know what to do. “It’s OK baby,” he said gently as he crawled out of bed and walked to her side, took her hand, and guided her into the bathroom. “We’ll get you cleaned up, don’t worry.”

In the light of the bathroom, he could see that her PJs were soaked. The right side of her pants were wet from her waist halfway to her knee, spreading to the lower half of her top as well. Elle’s embarrassment from earlier had been replaced with a profound numbness, and she unconsciously let Jay take control. He gently lowered her pants to the floor and she stepped out of them. He then opened the shower door and turned on the water.

“Turn around, baby, so we can see how bad those panties are,” said Jay. They were soaked front to back, but the stain in the rear was small and contained. “I don’t think it’s too bad,” he continued, “I think we can just wash everything off in the shower.”

He checked the temperature and then guided her under the warm water. She turned and let the water run over her entire body, then slowly lowered her panties to the floor. Jay reached for the sprayer and gently rinsed off all of the mess from her back side and out of her panties. Once everything was washed down the drain he asked, “Do you want to soap up yourself, or do you want me to help?”

“I want you to do it,” she said meekly. “My tummy still hurts and I just want to be as still as possible.”

Jay stripped off his boxer briefs and stepped into the shower with Elle where he proceeded to soap up and gently clean her entire body while she stood silently with her eyes closed. “OK baby, you can rinse off the soap,” Jay said. She turned slowly under the water as he gently rinsed her off until the last of the suds spiraled down the drain. Jay stepped out of the shower, quickly toweled off and pulled on his boxers, then turned off the water and wrapped a soft, white towel around her shoulders. Elle dried herself slowly while Jay fetched her blue fuzzy bathrobe from the closet.

“Here,” he said, draping the robe over her from behind, then walking across the room and opening her top dresser drawer.

“You were right,” Elle said, finally breaking her silence.

“What?”, Jay responded.

“You were right,” she repeated, “I should have put on a di…err, some protection.”

“Really?” Jay said, surprise in his voice.

“That’s what they’re for, right? Unless you just like them, of course. It would have kept the bed dry, at least,” Elle said, finishing with a nervous chuckle.

“Oh shit…I didn’t check the mattress,” said Jay, quickly moving to the bed.

“I put down one of Danny’s mats before I crawled in just in case, so I hope the mattress is OK,” replied Elle.

Jay pulled back the comforter and sheet to reveal the sodden mat. “It certainly did its job,” he said. “The top sheet is wet, but it looks like the comforter and mattress were spared except for a tiny spot here on the bottom sheet, but it’s almost dry now.”

Jay pulled off the top sheet and placed it in the hamper, then folded the soggy mat and tossed it in the trash. He grabbed a new mat out of the closet and unfolded it on her side of the bed. “The comforter should do for the rest of the night, don’t you think?” he suggested, “I’m exhausted and want to get back to bed.”

“OK,” said Jay, heading back to the open dresser. “What PJs do you want?”

“I’m serious about what I said,” replied Elle. “I think I need a diaper.”

“Really? Are you sure?” asked Jay somewhat incredulously.

“Yeah. This is the worst my stomach has ever been. I keep getting cramps and pain, and now I have to go again,” she said, holding her stomach and quickly ducking into the bathroom.

Jay couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He hated the fact that Elle was in such discomfort, but the fact that she asked for a diaper? He quickly went to the closet and opened the bin with his small diaper stash. He reached under the top layer of cycling jerseys and grabbed two Tena Slip Maxi diapers. He put one on her nightstand, and placed the other on the end of the bed along with a bottle of baby powder.

“What’s this?” Elle asked, her eyes widening a bit.

“Well, if you are going to do it, you need to do it right. I imagine your skin could use some help after all it’s gone through tonight,” Jay replied. “Do you want to put it on, or do you need help?”

“I think I can handle it. I’d love your help, but I’ve had enough embarrassment for one night,” said Elle, blushing as she picked up the diaper and powder and returned to the bathroom.

“Jay,” she called after a few minutes. “Can you please bring me my red PJ set from the top drawer?” She partially opened the door and stuck out her hand to receive them. Jay crawled into bed and scrolled on his iPad, pretending to read something while waiting for her to finish. After a minute or so, Elle opened the door and walked out. Jay looked up to see her turn in front of the mirror to take a look, her cheeks glowing red as she realized how obvious the padding was under her PJs. Jay tried not to stare and focused on his screen as she walked slowly to the bed with a slight crinkle upon each step before quickly slipping under the covers.

“I put an extra on your nightstand, just in case,” Jay said.

She rolled onto her side facing him and touched Jay on the shoulder. “Thank you,” she whispered. “You’ve helped so much tonight. I’m sorry I’ve ruined our night. You’re going to be wiped in the morning.”

“That’s OK. You haven’t ruined anything. I just hope you feel better and can get some sleep,” replied Jay before kissing her gently. “Goodnight beautiful.”

“Goodnight,” said Elle, then she rolled onto her right side facing away from Jay, curled her legs toward her stomach, and closed her eyes. A million thoughts raced through her head. On one hand, she was mortified that she’d had multiple accidents including wetting the bed. That hadn’t happened since she wet her sleeping bag at a sleepover when she was ten. And Jay…he was so kind, but what must he think of her now? Pooping and peeing her pants more than once in one day. Does he think she’s a toddler? Their son never had a day this bad once he was potty trained. On the other hand, she had never felt more cared for or safe than she did when Jay was helping her tonight, and she’d never felt closer to him. Slowly, a smile crept across her face, and she slowly drifted off to sleep once again.

Meanwhile, Jay lay on his back wide awake, trying to process the events of the evening. He couldn’t believe his wife was lying beside him in a diaper, one that she asked for. He listened carefully to Elle’s breathing as it got softer, then louder. When he was sure she was asleep, he slipped out of bed, gently opened his closet, and took out another Tena. He silently walked to the bathroom. As he came back to bed a minute later, the silence was broken by the soft crinkle coming from under his PJs with each step. He slipped back under the comforter, snuggled up next to Elle, and drifted off to sleep the most contented he had felt in a long time.

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Author: SoggyRunner
Timestamp: Feb 25, 2025 at 4:35 PM
Content: Thank you everyone for the positive feedback, and I’m glad people are enjoying this story. I’ve had a lot of fun writing it. I do want it to continue, but need to find the time to write more. Those times tend to come in spurts, so I’m thinking of doing more vignettes like this that are fairly short and self-contained stories that can stand alone, but continue to explore Jay and Elle’s relationship throughout each one.

Growler0128 said:

how about taking it to the next level, maybe she tries wearing a goodnite type one at home,like a depends or something better,specialty while she's working. please continue this if possible. i'm enjoying the loving vibes of the story.

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Thanks for the suggestion. Maybe she will get there, but I don’t think it's going to be that simple for either of them. I don’t know how yet, but want to explore the evolution of their feelings and desires given the potentially conflicting situations they are each in: her physical need for diapers, at least at times, while being uncomfortable and even embarrassed by them versus his strong psychological desire for them without any physical need. Basically, the vanilla vs kinky conflict and how that plays out given that Jay only recently opened up about his desires and how that fits into their relationship really hasn’t been worked through.