"Aww man..." Finnick grunted as he woke up that morning. He looked down at the thing that made him so annoyed. His diaper had overflowed in the night and soaked his bed.As he sighed and forced himself groggily to get up to take care of the mess, he tried to remember how much he drank before bed last night wondering if he drank too much and that was the cause of his heavy wetting in the night. But then he remembered he barely drank anything at all, which could mean only one thing, his heavy wetting phase had come back again. He feared these phases in his bladder activity more than anything else, because it meant that he had to replace the usual,and a lot less noticeable thick pullups he usually wore for his problem during the day, and instead wear a bulkier diaper. He managed to avoid everyone knowing he needed diapers for his bladder control, or lack thereof, by wearing loose shorts, but with those diapers,it was a lot harder to manage. He'd have to be careful how he walked to avoid tipping people off to his problems. 

 Finnick un-taped his now soaked night diaper, and let it fall to the floor with a squishing sound. He squirmed in disgust at the sound, and the idea that such a wet thing was on him not too long ago. He then trudged to his bed and took off the wet sheets and blankets, and still annoyed, started absent mindedly walking for the door to get the wet things to his building's laundry room. Just then he felt a breeze, and looked down realizing he forgot to put on pants, and was naked. Finnick blushed a little at the thought of how close he was to walking out in public like that. That wasn't the only thing he realized though, he was late, and was supposed to meet up with Nick for a job soon. He didn't have the time to be messing around for long. He quickly grabbed a pair of shorts, and went into the hall. 

 As he hurried to the laundry room he looked down, feeling weird to not be wearing his usual padding for once. He also realized just how risky it was for him to go commando when he had as little bladder control as he did. Taking a few shortcuts he made good time to the laundry room, and set up his bedding for a wash. He decided they would be fine for a while like that, and give him plenty of time to get ready for the day. Finnick was lost in though the whole way back to the elevator to his place. Going over the details of today's job with Nick over and over. Making sure he got everything right. About halfway up, he felt a familiar twinge from below, and brought his legs together as he knew exactly what it was... He had to pee... He put his paws between his legs and almost immediately started doing the potty dance like a cub.He felt ridiculous doing it, but he found no better way of holding it in for the short time he could. As he squirmed there, the elevator finally stopped on his floor. It felt like an eternity to Finnick but it was really only a half minute. Now came the hard part though, as his apartment was at the end of the hall. He started walking the painful trudge to his place with his paws between his legs trying not to have an accident. Everything seemed to move in slow motion to him,sweat broke out on his face, as he took it one step at a time. Thinking he wasn't going to make it, he tried jogging a little, but not long after he started, he felt a big leak escape in his pants and felt his hand grow warm and wet. He stopped dead in his tracks, and fell to the floor crouching on his knees, and faced the wall to hide his now damp pants from anyone who might see in the luckily empty hall, squeezing himself as hard as he could to regain the little control he had over his bladder. When he felt confident enough he had it back, he slowly got to his feet and started his old, safer pace again. As he continued he cursed himself for not putting on anything before he left. He could have easily pulled on one of his thick pullups on his way out the door, it wouldn't hold up to absorbing the heavy wettings he was expecting the next few days, but it would at least soak up the leaks he now feels seeping into his shorts with every step he took. When he got within 3 doors of his place, he couldn't take the pain he felt anymore and started sprinting. He felt his bladder immediately fail, and felt warm leaks soaking into his pants with every step. At his door he panicked,and was so out of his mind with worry over having a total accident, that he fumbled with the knob on his front door. He knew he didn't have long now before he lost control completely. He finally worked the knob open, and fell into his apartment face first feeling his bladder relax, and the biggest gush yet soak into his shorts. He struggled, and got up, and made a dash for the bathroom, undoing his pants as he went. With only a half second left to spare he hopped onto his toilet, and felt one of the greatest reliefs he'd felt in a long time consume him. As he was finishing peeing in the appropriate place, he noticed he still had his now wet and cold pants half on. He thought of the irony of going to do his laundry and making more as he got back home. With a snarl, he practically ripped them off and angrily whipped them against wall as he yelled "DAMMIT!!" 

 When his bladder was finally empty he got up and flushed, picking up his abused shorts in the process. There was really no need for him to throw a tantrum like that he figured. He took a deep breath and did what he always did in situations like that, and rinsed them out in his sink before hanging them up to dry for later. Better than having any more pee soaked laundry to deal with. Finnick hopped into his shower and started rinsing the humiliation out of his fur. He made a mental note while he was under the water, that no matter what, there was always time for him to put on his pullups at least. With a punch to his shower wall and once again being angry with himself for not putting on his pullups for even a short trip, he got out and dried off.

 As he walked back to his bedroom he paused at the carpet in front of his front door. He snarled in disgust at the dark mark that was now there from him wetting himself there not too long ago. Finnick took off the towel he was wearing, and threw it on the spot. He decided he didn't want to deal with it right now. It shouldn't stain, he though, and if it did, he'd tell the landlady to bite him. He'd tell her about his medical condition then. What would she do?Discriminate him for his disabilities? He'd sue her for all he could. But then his wetness problem would be made public though. He wondered if he was ready for something as embarrassing as that, and shuddered. Partly because of the though, but also partly because he'd abandoned his towel a few dozen feet back. 

He layed out his usual shirt and a dry pair of shorts, and went into his closet to dig out what he was dreading all morning.His thick daytime diapers. They were just as thick and bulky as his night diapers, but with these he had to try to keep it more of a secret. As his small hands fumbled with the tapes, he looked over at his thick pullups, actually missing those other diapers for the ones he was now putting on. He eventually lost his train of thought, and he dropped the half fastened diaper to the ground. He growled in annoyance, and picked it up off the ground, this time using all his concentration. Another reason why he likes the pullups better was they were a lot easier to put on. Slide them on like underwear, and done.And with doing that he could sort of pretend they WERE real underwear. If only for a while. Not that he was so ashamed of his condition, he had come to terms with it over the years, but he just still wished he didn't have it, and doesn't mean he has to enjoy it or anything. As he was putting his extra loose "diaper hiding shorts" as he called them, the phone rang. Finnick jumped in fear he was so lost in his thoughts. He tried to run to answer it but forgot his pants were only half on, and fell face first to the floor. He heard his diaper crinkle, and got annoyed all over again. In the back of his mind he told himself the diaper had somehow broken his fall and prevented him from hurting himself to make himself feel better. He picked up the phone, sort of half guessing who it was. Who else could it be after Finnick was so late already today?

"Where are you? we were supposed to start the job an hour ago!" Nick complained.
"Sorry, I was just a little... busy this morning is all." He looked down at his fallen pants, and thick diaper and blushed. Busy... Is that what he was calling it now..?
"Well get in gear man, we'll miss our chance if you take too long."
" Sorry, sorry... I'll be there as soon as I can okay..?"
"Hurry."

With that Finnick yanked up his shorts over his diaper, and looked at himself in the mirror. They looked bulky, but that was the point of him wearing such baggy shorts all the time.
He gathered up everything he'd need for the job, and went out the door, subconsciously walking around the toweled over wet spot he left there earlier, and to his van.