Cub and Pop are very close together. They really like each other and do a lot of stuff together, such as going fishing, playing board games and even sharing a bed at night. Seeing his dad nude once, Cub decided he no longer wanted to wear his diaper. Pop, being a laidback person, decided that Cub could be naked at least at home. However, that quickly became a problem when, one night, Cub, who had to pee, went to sleep and wet the bed. Pop was angry, that is, as angry as he could be, which was not much. Yet, Cub felt pretty bad about it. With that, they started toilet training. And all the stress of potty training took it’s toll on Cub, who started to be hesitant. He hated using the toilet and preferred his diaper. Pop didn’t like it and said that Cub would only wear his diaper to bed and be naked or clothed all other times, depending on what felt appropriate. But no diapers before or after bedtime. If Cub peed anywhere that was not the potty, Pop would be mad and scold his son, then ground Cub by making him sit on the potty until he did a number in it.
	One day, after sleeping in a diaper, Cub noticed that he had to pee. Pop was sleeping beside Cub, cuddling his son. Cub decided that he would pee in his diaper, but the position he was in was uncomfortable, so he changed positions. In doing so, Pop woke up. Seeing that his son was awake, he removed Cub’s diaper, right when Cub was about to have his morning pee in it. Cub protested, naked, hopping around. Pop was adamant, however: if Cub wanted to pee, he had to do it in the potty. Cub refused and Pop just shrugged, petting his son’s head, trusting that Cub would take the right decision. He left Cub alone in the room, while the little one had an erection and a full bladder.
	Cub went under the bed and grabbed a clothes peg, that he used in emergencies like those. He used it to clamp his penis shut, so that no droplets would escape. He was determined to take back his confiscated diaper and would stop at nothing to get it.
	He observed Pop from afar. The dad was preparing breakfast for himself and his son. The diaper was above the fridge, far too tall for little Cub. The little one was rubbing his underbelly and squirming his thighs together, panting somewhat. His morning pee was pressing down, but Cub still had enough willpower to stop it. Nonetheless, it was urgent and quickly becoming an emergency. Cub then recalled the last night. He drank a lot of water from a huge bottle. He figured that he would need to pee eventually so he clamped his penis in that occasion too. But he didn’t feel the need. Bedtime eventually came and he was given his diaper to catch any night time accidents. Now all that water was willing to come out of his system. He had drank his weight in water and his bladder was painful and taut.
	Cub walked towards a chair to use it as a support, but even standing on the chair was not sufficient enough to reach his beloved diaper. While that was going on, Pop was preparing food, unaware of his surroundings, smiling sweetly and relaxed at the task at hand. At some point, Pop needed to get some water from the tap. In doing so, the noise of running water reached Cub’s ears. He grabbed his penis with one paw and bend his body forward a little. His bladder was contracting and he used all of his willpower to stop the urine from reaching the penis. While the clamp can keep Cub’s urine from reaching the floor most of the time, it is limited: a ballooned foreskin could make the clamp pop off. So, he had to be careful and not let a lot of urine reach the clamped spot.
	Cub dared to look at the tap. The water was translucent and coming out highly pressured. Just like how his penis does it when he pees after drinking a lot of water: a peaceful and pleasant translucent stream. Thinking about that was making Cub’s penis tingle strongly and he had to think of something else; the last thing he needed at that moment was sexy feelings.
	Pop finished getting the water for the juice and poured it into the blender. Cub was panting a bit and his face was flushed. His body was getting sweaty with the effort and he had forgotten that he wanted to grab the diaper back for a moment. He shook his head and remembered his goal. He released his penis and used both hands to rub his belly, while looking up at the diaper, outside of his reach. He would need to stack things. While thinking about what to stack, he heard something hit the iron sink with a big annoying noise: Pop didn’t close the tap correctly and it was dripping water. Every time Cub tried to think, another droplet would be heard and test his patience. It felt like every droplet was going into his bladder. He felt his eyes watering.
	He hopped off the chair and, as soon as his feet landed on the cold floor, he felt a few droplets entering his foreskin. He pinched the base of his penis, closing his eyes. He was sweating more, rubbing his thighs together and rubbing his underbelly protectively. He has been awake for 15 minutes and has not used the bathroom since the previous night.
	Cub hurriedly went to the living room and saw Pop’s bookshelf. He could stack books and climb them. Made sense in his mind. He walked towards the bookshelf, each step making him hurt more. The bookshelf was close to the window and the day was cloudy. He started to climb the shelf… grabbing one of the biggest books he could find. If he used just one big book, he would have stability and height. The biggest book was a yellow one that Pop himself had written: a collection of dad jokes that he had conceived and honed througout the years. He had it published and reedited. The book is currently in it’s third edition and a new one is released every six years. The latest edition is as thick as a butt.
	While climbing to get the book, a rain shower befalls on the world outside, so suddenly that it startles Cub. The water hits the window and Cub turns his attention to the source of the sound. The sight of so much water hitting the window made Cub grimace. Using both hands to climb the shelf, he could not hold his penis. Nonetheless, the disaster was imminent. Thiking quickly, Cub thurst his hips forward, pressing his penis on a random book. He felt more droplets enter his foreskin as he struggled for control under the rain, that was so heavy that he could almost swear it was happening indoors.
	After regaining control, he continued his climb. Every time he felt like his own faucet would open, he thrust again, pressing himself on a book. His penis, that had gone soft with the predicament, was harderning again. Cub was blushing again and panting. He held the book he wanted. Suddenly, a lightning hit the ground nearby, causing Cub to be startled, lose his balance and fall with the book. Cub landed on his back and the book landed on Cub’s bladder.
	Cub yelled out! Were this a regular episode, he would be dead. Thankfully, it seemed that the impact was insuficient to cause damage. However, a gush of urine escaped. Cub’s penis trembled. He got up. The only thing that he could think of was “I can’t hold it!”. He dragged the book towards the kitchen again, hearing the droplets of the leaky faucet and the rain outside, used all of his might to put it on the chair and climbed it. He grabbed the fridge’s handle and used it to climb further. Every loud droplet hitting the sink made Cub stop and pinch the base of his penis. The foreskin already looked swollen. The clamp was sliding a bit. Pop was not in the kitchen and there was something in the oven. Suddenly, smoke began to come out of the oven.
	Pop, who was in his room changing his clothes, felt the smell and walked back to the kitchen. He sees Cub, almost reaching the diaper and grabs the little one. He realizes that Cub has his penis clamped shut and that he feels heavier than usual. Cub begins to cry and Pop tries to comfort his son ever so sweetly, not knowing in how much discomfort Cub is.
	The smoke reached the sprinkler system. Water begins pouring on them. That was too much for cub. He tried to reach for his penis, but his dad’s embrace didn’t allow for that. Cub’s sphincters were exhausted and every bladder contraction made them open for a short time. The clamp was sent flying and Cub began to pee on his dad. But… because the sprinkler has made both soaked… Pop didn’t notice what was going. Surely, he felt warmer, but he presumed it was just his son’s bodily warmth. Cub released everything, all the water he drank. He sighed deeply and rested his head on his dad’s chest.
	Unfortunately, they both forgot about the oven. The sprinkler system continued pouring water on them. Pop and Cub left the kitchen for some quality time together. The kitchen was never in order since.