I look around the room, still snuggled under Humble's arm and leg and the mountain of plushies behind me. The cool air coming from the air conditioner vent seems to prick at my feet, making me feel cold and, worse, making it harder to hold it. My bladder suddenly aches with a fury I haven't felt since I was just a cub. Hum's nose whistles softly as he breathes slowly next to me, now sound asleep. I feel my eyes tugging closed, but my bladder won't let me focus on anything else for more than a few seconds.
"Eh- uh- H-hum…" I whisper meekly, not even sure if I want to wake him up. My voice squeaks, muffled almost completely by my pacifier. I don't know what I want anymore. I don't know if I'm ready for this yet. Hum doesn't wake up, and he continues to snuggle into me.
I pull back slowly and separate myself from Hum. Several plushies roll off me in both directions, some falling where I was. I sit up, and Hum almost instantly scoops at the plushies in his sleep. He grabs several into a me-shaped pile and cuddles against it. My mind wanders away with his cuteness as I watch his affection, but another shot of pain from my bladder gets me right back on track toward the bathroom. I climb down off the crib from the side that Hum left open. One paw hits the carpet first followed quickly by the other, all along the way my diaper crinkling as it rubs against the mattress. As I stand away from the crib, my need to pee doubles and I wince. My eyes shut for a second as I grab my stomach and cross my legs. I work up just enough strength to turn toward the door and hobble to it. With my knees touching, I painstakingly turn the doorknob, begging that Jolly doesn't hear. 
The door glides open with a few slight creaks, but I feel confident I haven't alerted anyone as I look back and forth down the hallway. The bathroom door is just at the end of the hallway, and my door is closest to it. I try to sneak but end up bounding down the hall and landing on my tippy toes.
I grab the handle and try to turn it. It doesn't budge. The door is locked! I can't get into the bathroom! I feel my bladder churn. I dance from one foot to the other, desperately trying to hold in my pee. I let out a whine that, much to my chagrin, travels down the hall audibly. I hold the front of my diaper with both paws as I hop from toe to toe. I grunt and shut my eyes as my desperation builds with the pain in my groin. 
"What do we have here?" A stern, almost annoyed voice interrupts my potty dance from right behind me. I let out an "EEP!" and jump around to see Jolly towering over me. The combination of surprise and fear break my concentration, and I immediately flood my diaper. I feel a warm hose spray into the front of my diaper, running down my balls and between my buttcheeks. My diaper soaks it up and swells as I pee continuously for several seconds. Relief hits me and drowns out my other feelings for the moment, and I feel my muscles relax as my bladder empties and the tension releases. It grows soggy and warm in my diaper and against my paws that are still holding to the front of it, and I let out a relieved sigh and feel my knees wobble.
The lack of strain must remind my body how tired I am, because my exhaustion returns. I let my arms droop and my pacifier falls out of my mouth toward the ground. A hand catches it, however, and Jolly's form reemerges in my consciousness as I hazily look back at him.
Jolly puts a firm hand on my shoulder and puts my pacifier back in my mouth with the other. I accept it without hesitation, too tired to process the angry frown on his face. He puts his arm around my side and onto my butt, scrunching my now soggy diaper as he stands and lifts me off my feet. He puts me against his chest and turns back toward my room.
As he walks back to my door, he condemns, "Your naughtiness seems to be unabated after our little talk earlier. We will have to correct that after your nap."
I barely process what he's said, but I feel myself subconsciously gulp and shrink in his arms.
I hear the soft creaking of my door and I'm carried to the side of my crib. Jolly moves his paws under my armpits and holds me out over Hum. He lowers me down into the plushies, my diaper squishing against my butt as he sets me down behind Hum. He releases me and puts a finger in front of his mouth to shush me. I look back up at him from behind my binky, feeling the warm sloshing of my diaper as I lean myself to be close to Hum.
Jolly silently pulls the bars of the crib up and latches them in place. The bars feel like they are towering over me. Jolly pulls a little padlock off the side of the crib and locks the bars in place with it, looking at me sternly. Without another word, he walks out of the room and closes the door behind him.
I look around the dark room, yawning and feeling generally awkward. My diaper is soggy and warm, and it squishes against me with every little shift. I try to ignore it, not really knowing how to feel about it. The shadows in the room feel darker than before, and I feel alone all of the sudden with Hum breathing quietly next to me.
I let out a little "eep!" and feel tears start to run down my cheeks again as my pacifier falls to the mattress. I give a hiccuping yawn and try to rub my eyes, but my arms feel so heavy. My hands slump to my knees, and I gasp out of exasperation.
Hum stirs and slowly opens his eyes to see me once again sobbing to myself beside him. He shakes himself awake and sits up, quickly taking me into his arms and holding me. He asks, "Mew, what's wrong?"
I sob, "I- I snuck out to go- go potty- b-but Jolly caught me- and he's mad…"
He puts a hand on the back of my diaper and pulls me into a cradle. The warmth squishes against my butt, and an awkward comfort washes over me.
He coos in my ear, "Sweetie, it's okay. It's okay. You're safe."
I feel the warmth of his breath, and it seems to compliment the heat of my butt. I don't know how to process how I feel. I'm so shaken and scared, but my tiredness lets my instincts take over. Suddenly I feel, despite my exhaustion, like so much of what I've wanted for so long is right here around me. I feel comfortable and warm in the embrace of Hum and of my diaper, and I hug Humble back with a force that jolts through me for a second.
Hum lays back down with me at his side and in his arms. He rubs the rear of my diaper which has now swelled, and he holds my head against his chest. The sharp pain in my butt has finally given way to a dull ache, and the rubbing actually starts to make it feel better rather than worse. I lazily rub my face into him. He holds me in silence and lets me tearily fall back asleep.