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"writing": "Accidental Encounters\nby Draugr\nfor Sigma117\n30.08.2014\n2265 Words\n\n~\n\nSigma laid back in bed, sighing. It was a good day to have off work, he thought. Nobody in the house, and although he did enjoy that little smirk his boyfriend gave him whenever he pranced about the house in pink lingerie, sometimes it was just nice to enjoy the little things in life in silence.\n\nStill, given that Obrum hadn't been so lucky, Sigma figured he could at least get a few things done around the house. Maybe. After a nap, most certainly. Catnapping was a very important part of Sigma's day. He walked into their bedroom, collapsing on the light lavender sheets, throwing his arms out in a contented sigh.\n\n“I don't think I'm ever getting up again,” he said aloud, as his body sunk into the sheets. He closed his eyes for a moment, but his comfort was short lived. He needed to pee.\n\nBut he was so comfortable, too. Maybe after his nap...no, no, this wouldn't wait. Damn. Well, there was always...\n\nNo, no. He couldn't do that. No way. Obrum would be furious. And the last several times, well, the punishment had been nothing short of embarrassing.\n\nSigma's thoughts bounced back and forth for several minutes, but eventually, time made his decision for him. After spending so long in bed, he just simply didn't want to get up – and he could always wash the sheets later. Obrum wouldn't be home until later that evening. With a contented sigh, closed his eyes, let go, and fell asleep.\n\n“Sigma! Not again!”\n\nThe king cheetah in question shot up with a start, looking at the clock on the wall. It was too early! Obrum shouldn't be home yet, he'd had plenty of time to-\n\n“I am tired of cleaning up these messes! Look at this! Our sheets are soaked!” The white gecko put his hands on his hips with a huff, looking down at the properly chastised cat.\n\nSigma didn't know what to say. He'd wet his dainty pink panties, sure, but Obrum shouldn't have ever known! He brought his paws – wrapped up in pink arm warmers – to his muzzle, nervously chewing on a claw.\n\n“Well, what do you have to say for yourself?” his boyfriend demanded.\n\n“O-Obrum, I...I didn't mean...I thought you wouldn't...”\n\n“What, you thought you'd hide it from me? Is that it, kitten?”\n\nSigma blushed at the pet name, knowing exactly where this conversation was going, and not much liking it at all.\n\n“No,” he lied, “I just...”\n\n“Sigma, I know when you're lying to me. Get up and strip out of those wet things. I'm going back out, and when I get back, this bed had better be spotless.” The geck threw his hands up in the air in exasperation as he stomped out of the room, leaving the king cheetah to his thoughts.\n\nIt wasn't that big a deal, he told himself, as he pulled the bedsheets off. He hadn't even wet through to the mattress. That's why they had laundry machines, right? He huffed as he stuffed all the pee-stained bedding into the machine. Then he stopped, stripping the panties down off his hips and throwing them in as well.\n\nOnce the washer was tumbling around, Sigma returned to the bedroom. He was about to sit down and wait for his boyfriend, when he thought better of it – he'd be much happier if the bed was all made up. Spotless didn't just mean a clean bed, it meant clean sheets, too.\n\nAs he got the last corner on and tucked under the mattress, he heard the front door unlocked, knowing and dreading what Obrum was going to be bring into the room.\n\nSure enough, the gecko was holding a big pack of disposable diapers underneath his arm.\n\n“Oooobruuumnmm....” he whined, drawing out each syllable of the other's name.\n\n“Shush, kitten. You asked for this. Clearly you're not old enough yet for big girl panties. I shouldn't have overestimated you. Now lay back.\n\nSigma gave a very frustrated sigh as he threw himself back into the mattress.\n\n“Tantrums too? Oh my. Seems you really aren't old enough.”\n\nThe big cat flushed bright red, and stopped his protesting. He wanted to be big, but sometimes it was just easier to-\n\n“Lift up your legs, kitten,” the geck commanded. Sigma saw that he'd already gotten a diaper from the package. It was only a small comfort that it was pink, just like the panties he'd wet earlier that day.\n\nHe felt the diaper slid underneath his hips. When he was released, he nearly sneezed as Obrum dusted his crotch with a hefty covering of baby powder. In practiced motion, the gecko brought the front up between his boyfriend's legs, then brought each of the four tapes across the front, fasting the absorbent garmet to his hips. And practiced it was, indeed – this wasn't the first time Sigma had been similarly punished for similar misdeeds.\n\n“Roll over,” Obrum said, with an impish grin. Once that was done, he felt the gecko affix and tighten the tail-tape, fastening the kitten into his crinkle-pants for...\n\nSigma suddenly realized he wasn't sure how long it would last, this time.\n\n“How long this time?” he said, sinking his shoulders.\n\n“Hmm,” thought the gecko, making a big show of stroking his chin. “Until I decide you're ready to be house-trained.”\n\n“Obrum!” he protested, putting his foot down. “That's not fair!”\n\n“Oh, is that so?” he said slyly, pulling his kitten in for a hug. “Well, I don't think it's very fair that I have to come home after a long day at work, and then not be able to tussle in bed with my boyfriend because he's peed all over the sheets. What do you think?”\n\n“It was just an accident...” he mumbled.\n\n“Really?” Obrum said, pulling back a bit and arching one eyebrow.\n\n“Well...maybe a little on purpose...”\n\nThe gecko chuckled, then smacked his boyfriend's padded rump, causing him to gasp in surprise. “No luck with that angle, Sigma. You're not getting out of this one. Now get dressed. I made us some nice dinner reservations while I was out, and your potty problems aren't getting you out of it.”\n\nThe big cats eyes widened. Surely he didn't mean to-\n\n“But, Obrum! That's in public! I-I'm....”\n\n“You're what? Hmm? You didn't seem too worried about hiding your ‘accident,’ laying out on top of the sheets like that for me. Relax. It'd be far worse to piddle all over the restaurant's seats, hmm? Nobody will ever notice.”\n\nSigma grumbled. He wasn't about to go pee all over a seat in public, that was just nonsense. But he knew better than to take his diaper off, too. He wasn't sure when he was going to be allowed to wear his panties again, but it wouldn't be for a very long time, indeed, if he tries to pull a stunt like that.\n\nHe looked through his side of the closet, and for the first time, regretted his effeminate wardrobe. Tight fitting jeans, shirts that showed off his fluffy midriff...nothing that would hide a thick pink disposable diaper. Obrum had never made him go out in public like this before...\n\nSwallowing, he picked out a pair of jeans, struggling to get them on over his diaper. Five minutes later he mewed in defeat. That wasn't working. There were always his skirts...well, he'd just have to be extra sure not to bend over. Or wet too much. Maybe he could just take very, very small footsteps everywhere.\n\nHe picked out a frilly purple skirt, and fastened it around his diaper, looking at his front and back in the floor-length mirror to be sure he wasn't showing. Sigma wasn't entirely satisfied, but, it was probably the best his wardrobe would allow him. He pulled on a color-matching shirt after that, and got out the leg-warmers to go with his arm-warmers.\n\nHe wrinkled his nose as he turned back to the mirror. The waistband of his diaper was clearly visible above his skirt, and it didn't seem like any amount of tucking hid all of it. Still, only a little was showing, and from a distance...\n\n“Well, it could be worse,” he said to his reflection.\n\nObrum stepped in the room, having watched most of the amusing charade. “Could be, but you've had plenty of time, kitten. Let's go.”\n\nSigma nervously pulled at the hem of his skirt the entire way out to the car, and sat in silence for the first ten minutes.\n\n“I really am sorry, Obrum...” he said, unable to take the awkward lack of conversation between the two.\n\n“Aw, Sigma, I'm not that mad,” the gecko said, returning the king cheetah's sorrowful look with a friendly grin. “But if you're so sleepy you can't get up before you nap, you're going to have to wear...”\n\nThe gecko glanced down at the cheetah's waist. “...some protection.”\n\n“I'll do better next time, I promise,” he said, although he knew the words were empty. He'd said the same thing the last time. And the time before that. And the time before that...\n\n“I know you want to try, Sigma, but I want to see some results. Maybe if your diaper is dry after your next nap, I'll reconsider how long you need to stay in them.”\n\nWell, that didn't sound too bad. Show his boyfriend some results, and he wouldn't have wear them as long. Although, he still didn't know how long 'as long' was supposed to be.\n\nSigma didn't even look up as they pulled in the parking lot. The gecko shut off the car, then walked around to open the door for the king cheetah. Obrum took Sigma's paw and walked him up to the restaurant, the cheetah's free paw nervously tugging at his skirt the entire way.\n\nHe did catch one sight before they went in the doors – a small sign saying “The Ball & Chain.”\n\nWhat kind of name is that for a restaurant? he thought, wondering if maybe it was a bar. But it wasn't that, Obrum had said it was a nice restaurant, and indeed, it did seem pretty upscale. It had a very modern look, and the walls weren't adorned with the usual tacky accoutrements that local eat-in restaurants usually had.\n\nThey had only been waiting a couple minutes when perky looking fox strolled up to the counter. Sigma thought his attire quite unusual for an upscale restaurant. Or rather, what little bit of attire he was wearing. However, he was much too worried about his diaper showing to pay much attention.\n\n“Hey there, two for tonight? Right this way.” He led them over to a table, uncomfortably positioned in the center of the dining area. Or at least, uncomfortably for Sigma.\n\n“Who's your pretty little kitten, Obrum?” Sigma flushed red, folding his arms on the table and hiding his face in them. The fox had noticed. Oh no.\n\n“Heh, this is Sigma, my boyfriend. We've been steady for quite awhile now. Sorry about him, he's a little shy.”\n\n“Oh no! Not at all. He's a cutie. He'll get used to the place, I'm sure.”\n\nObrum ordered them both some appetizers, and with a little coaxing, managed to tease Sigma's gaze out of his arms.\n\n“He noticed!” Sigma whispered harshly. “You said nobody would ever know!”\n\nObrum, for the first time that evening, looked a little off balance. He reached one hand behind his head, giving himself a nervous scratch.\n\n“Well, yeah, but I didn't think you'd much mind.”\n\n“What do you mean I wouldn't mind! I don't want the whole world to know I'm in a...a...”\n\nSigma couldn't bring himself to actually say the word aloud. It was so embarrassing.\n\nObrum grinned at that, then laughed. This completely confused the confuddled cat.\n\n“Sigma, you haven't taken a close look around, have you?”\n\n“Well, no, but, what does that-”\n\n“Humor me. Just do it.”\n\nSigma sighed in frustration, but looked around, just like his boyfriend asked. The restaurant was populated by several other couples, much like them. He didn't see what sort of difference that made, until he noticed just how much the other couples were like them.\n\nHe didn't immediately notice anybody else in a diaper, but at least one of each pair was crossdressing, or wearing an amount of leather not normally considered appropriate in public, or was leashed and collared...all sorts of strange and unusual kinks were on display here, things Sigma had only read about on the internet before now.\n\n“Obrum...what is this?” he said.\n\n“Well, I didn't want you feeling self-conscious...and I've known about this place for a long time, so I figured, maybe I'd bring you here. See how you liked it.”\n\n“Nobody will make fun of me here?”\n\n“Of course not!” Obrum indicated a tall, female German Shepherd, and a short male wolf on the other side of the restaurant that he'd looked over before. The wolf wasn't wearing anything but a diaper and a bold red dog collar. Clearly this restaurant attracted all sorts. Suddenly the name, and the odd attire of their waiter, made a lot more sense.\n\n“Obrum...thanks so much! I...I don't know how to repay you!”\n\n“Well, you could start by not wetting the bedsheets...” the gecko said, waving his hand in the air.\n\n“Hey, one thing at a time,” Sigma grinned, getting his confidence back for the first time that afternoon.\n\nMaybe this 'punishment' won't be such a bad thing after all, he thought.\n",
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Sigma laid back in bed, sighing. It was a good day to have off work, he thought. Nobody in the house, and although he did enjoy that little smirk his boyfriend gave him whenever he pranced about the house in pink lingerie, sometimes it was just nice to enjoy the little things in life in silence.
Still, given that Obrum hadn't been so lucky, Sigma figured he could at least get a few things done around the house. Maybe. After a nap, most certainly. Catnapping was a very important part of Sigma's day. He walked into their bedroom, collapsing on the light lavender sheets, throwing his arms out in a contented sigh.
“I don't think I'm ever getting up again,” he said aloud, as his body sunk into the sheets. He closed his eyes for a moment, but his comfort was short lived. He needed to pee.
But he was so comfortable, too. Maybe after his nap...no, no, this wouldn't wait. Damn. Well, there was always...
No, no. He couldn't do that. No way. Obrum would be furious. And the last several times, well, the punishment had been nothing short of embarrassing.
Sigma's thoughts bounced back and forth for several minutes, but eventually, time made his decision for him. After spending so long in bed, he just simply didn't want to get up – and he could always wash the sheets later. Obrum wouldn't be home until later that evening. With a contented sigh, closed his eyes, let go, and fell asleep.
“Sigma! Not again!”
The king cheetah in question shot up with a start, looking at the clock on the wall. It was too early! Obrum shouldn't be home yet, he'd had plenty of time to-
“I am tired of cleaning up these messes! Look at this! Our sheets are soaked!” The white gecko put his hands on his hips with a huff, looking down at the properly chastised cat.
Sigma didn't know what to say. He'd wet his dainty pink panties, sure, but Obrum shouldn't have ever known! He brought his paws – wrapped up in pink arm warmers – to his muzzle, nervously chewing on a claw.
“Well, what do you have to say for yourself?” his boyfriend demanded.
“O-Obrum, I...I didn't mean...I thought you wouldn't...”
“What, you thought you'd hide it from me? Is that it, kitten?”
Sigma blushed at the pet name, knowing exactly where this conversation was going, and not much liking it at all.
“No,” he lied, “I just...”
“Sigma, I know when you're lying to me. Get up and strip out of those wet things. I'm going back out, and when I get back, this bed had better be spotless.” The geck threw his hands up in the air in exasperation as he stomped out of the room, leaving the king cheetah to his thoughts.
It wasn't that big a deal, he told himself, as he pulled the bedsheets off. He hadn't even wet through to the mattress. That's why they had laundry machines, right? He huffed as he stuffed all the pee-stained bedding into the machine. Then he stopped, stripping the panties down off his hips and throwing them in as well.
Once the washer was tumbling around, Sigma returned to the bedroom. He was about to sit down and wait for his boyfriend, when he thought better of it – he'd be much happier if the bed was all made up. Spotless didn't just mean a clean bed, it meant clean sheets, too.
As he got the last corner on and tucked under the mattress, he heard the front door unlocked, knowing and dreading what Obrum was going to be bring into the room.
Sure enough, the gecko was holding a big pack of disposable diapers underneath his arm.
“Oooobruuumnmm....” he whined, drawing out each syllable of the other's name.
“Shush, kitten. You asked for this. Clearly you're not old enough yet for big girl panties. I shouldn't have overestimated you. Now lay back.
Sigma gave a very frustrated sigh as he threw himself back into the mattress.
“Tantrums too? Oh my. Seems you really aren't old enough.”
The big cat flushed bright red, and stopped his protesting. He wanted to be big, but sometimes it was just easier to-
“Lift up your legs, kitten,” the geck commanded. Sigma saw that he'd already gotten a diaper from the package. It was only a small comfort that it was pink, just like the panties he'd wet earlier that day.
He felt the diaper slid underneath his hips. When he was released, he nearly sneezed as Obrum dusted his crotch with a hefty covering of baby powder. In practiced motion, the gecko brought the front up between his boyfriend's legs, then brought each of the four tapes across the front, fasting the absorbent garmet to his hips. And practiced it was, indeed – this wasn't the first time Sigma had been similarly punished for similar misdeeds.
“Roll over,” Obrum said, with an impish grin. Once that was done, he felt the gecko affix and tighten the tail-tape, fastening the kitten into his crinkle-pants for...
Sigma suddenly realized he wasn't sure how long it would last, this time.
“How long this time?” he said, sinking his shoulders.
“Hmm,” thought the gecko, making a big show of stroking his chin. “Until I decide you're ready to be house-trained.”
“Obrum!” he protested, putting his foot down. “That's not fair!”
“Oh, is that so?” he said slyly, pulling his kitten in for a hug. “Well, I don't think it's very fair that I have to come home after a long day at work, and then not be able to tussle in bed with my boyfriend because he's peed all over the sheets. What do you think?”
“It was just an accident...” he mumbled.
“Really?” Obrum said, pulling back a bit and arching one eyebrow.
“Well...maybe a little on purpose...”
The gecko chuckled, then smacked his boyfriend's padded rump, causing him to gasp in surprise. “No luck with that angle, Sigma. You're not getting out of this one. Now get dressed. I made us some nice dinner reservations while I was out, and your potty problems aren't getting you out of it.”
The big cats eyes widened. Surely he didn't mean to-
“But, Obrum! That's in public! I-I'm....”
“You're what? Hmm? You didn't seem too worried about hiding your ‘accident,’ laying out on top of the sheets like that for me. Relax. It'd be far worse to piddle all over the restaurant's seats, hmm? Nobody will ever notice.”
Sigma grumbled. He wasn't about to go pee all over a seat in public, that was just nonsense. But he knew better than to take his diaper off, too. He wasn't sure when he was going to be allowed to wear his panties again, but it wouldn't be for a very long time, indeed, if he tries to pull a stunt like that.
He looked through his side of the closet, and for the first time, regretted his effeminate wardrobe. Tight fitting jeans, shirts that showed off his fluffy midriff...nothing that would hide a thick pink disposable diaper. Obrum had never made him go out in public like this before...
Swallowing, he picked out a pair of jeans, struggling to get them on over his diaper. Five minutes later he mewed in defeat. That wasn't working. There were always his skirts...well, he'd just have to be extra sure not to bend over. Or wet too much. Maybe he could just take very, very small footsteps everywhere.
He picked out a frilly purple skirt, and fastened it around his diaper, looking at his front and back in the floor-length mirror to be sure he wasn't showing. Sigma wasn't entirely satisfied, but, it was probably the best his wardrobe would allow him. He pulled on a color-matching shirt after that, and got out the leg-warmers to go with his arm-warmers.
He wrinkled his nose as he turned back to the mirror. The waistband of his diaper was clearly visible above his skirt, and it didn't seem like any amount of tucking hid all of it. Still, only a little was showing, and from a distance...
“Well, it could be worse,” he said to his reflection.
Obrum stepped in the room, having watched most of the amusing charade. “Could be, but you've had plenty of time, kitten. Let's go.”
Sigma nervously pulled at the hem of his skirt the entire way out to the car, and sat in silence for the first ten minutes.
“I really am sorry, Obrum...” he said, unable to take the awkward lack of conversation between the two.
“Aw, Sigma, I'm not that mad,” the gecko said, returning the king cheetah's sorrowful look with a friendly grin. “But if you're so sleepy you can't get up before you nap, you're going to have to wear...”
The gecko glanced down at the cheetah's waist. “...some protection.”
“I'll do better next time, I promise,” he said, although he knew the words were empty. He'd said the same thing the last time. And the time before that. And the time before that...
“I know you want to try, Sigma, but I want to see some results. Maybe if your diaper is dry after your next nap, I'll reconsider how long you need to stay in them.”
Well, that didn't sound too bad. Show his boyfriend some results, and he wouldn't have wear them as long. Although, he still didn't know how long 'as long' was supposed to be.
Sigma didn't even look up as they pulled in the parking lot. The gecko shut off the car, then walked around to open the door for the king cheetah. Obrum took Sigma's paw and walked him up to the restaurant, the cheetah's free paw nervously tugging at his skirt the entire way.
He did catch one sight before they went in the doors – a small sign saying “The Ball & Chain.”
What kind of name is that for a restaurant? he thought, wondering if maybe it was a bar. But it wasn't that, Obrum had said it was a nice restaurant, and indeed, it did seem pretty upscale. It had a very modern look, and the walls weren't adorned with the usual tacky accoutrements that local eat-in restaurants usually had.
They had only been waiting a couple minutes when perky looking fox strolled up to the counter. Sigma thought his attire quite unusual for an upscale restaurant. Or rather, what little bit of attire he was wearing. However, he was much too worried about his diaper showing to pay much attention.
“Hey there, two for tonight? Right this way.” He led them over to a table, uncomfortably positioned in the center of the dining area. Or at least, uncomfortably for Sigma.
“Who's your pretty little kitten, Obrum?” Sigma flushed red, folding his arms on the table and hiding his face in them. The fox had noticed. Oh no.
“Heh, this is Sigma, my boyfriend. We've been steady for quite awhile now. Sorry about him, he's a little shy.”
“Oh no! Not at all. He's a cutie. He'll get used to the place, I'm sure.”
Obrum ordered them both some appetizers, and with a little coaxing, managed to tease Sigma's gaze out of his arms.
“He noticed!” Sigma whispered harshly. “You said nobody would ever know!”
Obrum, for the first time that evening, looked a little off balance. He reached one hand behind his head, giving himself a nervous scratch.
“Well, yeah, but I didn't think you'd much mind.”
“What do you mean I wouldn't mind! I don't want the whole world to know I'm in a...a...”
Sigma couldn't bring himself to actually say the word aloud. It was so embarrassing.
Obrum grinned at that, then laughed. This completely confused the confuddled cat.
“Sigma, you haven't taken a close look around, have you?”
“Well, no, but, what does that-”
“Humor me. Just do it.”
Sigma sighed in frustration, but looked around, just like his boyfriend asked. The restaurant was populated by several other couples, much like them. He didn't see what sort of difference that made, until he noticed just how much the other couples were like them.
He didn't immediately notice anybody else in a diaper, but at least one of each pair was crossdressing, or wearing an amount of leather not normally considered appropriate in public, or was leashed and collared...all sorts of strange and unusual kinks were on display here, things Sigma had only read about on the internet before now.
“Obrum...what is this?” he said.
“Well, I didn't want you feeling self-conscious...and I've known about this place for a long time, so I figured, maybe I'd bring you here. See how you liked it.”
“Nobody will make fun of me here?”
“Of course not!” Obrum indicated a tall, female German Shepherd, and a short male wolf on the other side of the restaurant that he'd looked over before. The wolf wasn't wearing anything but a diaper and a bold red dog collar. Clearly this restaurant attracted all sorts. Suddenly the name, and the odd attire of their waiter, made a lot more sense.
“Obrum...thanks so much! I...I don't know how to repay you!”
“Well, you could start by not wetting the bedsheets...” the gecko said, waving his hand in the air.
“Hey, one thing at a time,” Sigma grinned, getting his confidence back for the first time that afternoon.
Maybe this 'punishment' won't be such a bad thing after all, he thought. ",
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