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The minute Zayn had dropped Louis and Harry off, he grabbed his crotch. At Niall’s he had several drinks without going to the bathroom and all that liquid was now getting back at him. His house would be an hour drive but right through London on a Friday night, he knew it would take at least thirty minutes longer. He wasn’t really bothered by it though. Zayn liked being in control and if he didn’t want to be desperate in the car, he would’ve gone to the loo.
While driving his mind wandered, thinking back to the evening he just spent at Niall’s house. Especially the memory of Niall’s face when he opened Zayn’s present was vivid. Zayn knew Niall only thought of it as a funny present, but the thought of Niall wearing one of those white nappies made him warm inside. The first time he thought about it was two weeks ago and it hadn’t left his head ever since.
Suddenly the boy had to hit the brakes. He was stuck in traffic. Zayn smiled, it only made his little game even more fun. He now genuinely didn’t know if he would make it. His seats were made of leather so wetting them was fine, it had happened several times before. He liked the feeling of having his bladder filled to the brim and rubbed the little bump in his abdomen.
Holding on was hard; not only because he had to go so bad but also because he loved wetting himself. Feeling the warm liquid slowly travel through his underwear and then through his pants. Maybe dripping on the floor or running in his shoes, wetting his socks. Or sometimes, when he was feeling especially kinky, just letting go in the bathtub. The water would turn a bit yellow and would start to smell like his own wee. He liked it a lot, it was even better than sex. The best were the nights though. Instead of boxers he would wear a nappy and wet it before he fell asleep. He liked the warmth and comfort it brought. When he wakes up, he’d use it again.
Thinking about wearing nappies made him dribble a bit in his boxers. He let it happen but tried to hold on again. He wasn’t desperate enough yet. Traffic was clearing up and he slowly pursued his way through London. His hand still covered his crotch and he was now biting his lip. He wondered what Niall would think if he saw him like this. Would he laugh? Would he be disgusted? Zayn knew he wouldn’t be able to handle it if Niall thought he was gross, so he never said anything about it. Buying nappies for the boy was a bit impulsive but it was done. He could only hope the boy didn’t think further about it, or asked him how he got those nappies.
By now he was steadily leaking and he knew he wouldn’t make it. He tried anyway, not giving in yet. But when he got to his house, there was a wet spot on his jeans, covered by his jacket. He took his time opening the door and carefully hung up his jacket. Then, he spread his legs and looked down, before letting go. His wee ran down his legs, turning the light blue fabric of his jeans dark. Some streams went into his shoes, others dripped on the floor. Zayn sighed and let his hands run over his wet pants. When he was finished, there was a big puddle on the floor and he knew he had to throw away his shoes. Worth it.
Zayn threw an old towel on the wet spot and walked over to the bathroom, throwing his clothes in the washing machine on his way. After a nice hot shower he taped one of his nappies on and got in bed. His hallway would smell like piss tomorrow but he couldn’t be bothered to clean it up now. He peeked under his sheets to look at the diaper and smiled. “Oh Niall, if you only knew..”