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Ahsoka woke to the feeling of damp coldness. Confused, she opened her eye- yes she was on a ship, the Negotiator with Master Obi-Wan. So why was it damp and cold? Peeling back the blankets, she gasped as she looked down. Her sleep tunics and sheets were soaked! She must have wet the bed last night, but she hadn’t done that since was a youngling! What would Master Kenobi think? Panicked, she looked around, trying to figure out how to clean up her mess, how to hide her shame. But before she could think of what to do, there was a knock on the door.

“Padawan Tano?” Obi-Wan’s voice came through, soft and concerned. “Ahsoka? Are you all right?”

“I’m fine!” she managed to squeak, terrified of him entering the room.

“Are you sure?” Obi-Wan asked. “You are bleeding anxiety and fear.”

“I’m fine, its nothing, I swear,” she added, standing next to the bed, tears beginning to flow down her face. There was no way she could clean this up, not on the ship.

“Ahsoka,” Obi-Wan stated softly, “I’m going to come in, okay? Whatever is wrong we can fix it.”

“Okay,” she said, her voice wavering as Obi-Wan opened the door and stepped in.

“Oh Padawan,” he said, stepping towards her as he took in the wet bed and sleep tunics. “You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

“But I wet the bed, I’m not a baby.”

“No, I dare say you are not. But accidents happen. Let’s get you cleaned up and the bed made fresh, okay?”

“You’re not mad?”

“Never, Ahsoka, never.”

Ahsoka tried not to think too hard about her accident during the day, accepting that maybe Master Kenobi was right, and accidents do happen. She would just make sure she used the fresher right before bed and everything would be fine. When Skyguy returned, he would never have to know. There would be nothing to know.

That night, Ahsoka dreamt of bombs and prisons, a sense of danger prevailing throughout the night. When she awoke in the morning, it was to a wet bed- sheets and sleep tunics soaked once again.

“No,” she whispered, looking down as she threw back the covers. This could not be happening! Carefully, she stripped the sheets and gathered them into a laundry hamper. Luckily after yesterday, she knew what to do and had no need to let anyone- even Master Kenobi- know what had happened.

Ahsoka spent the rest of the day out of sorts, using the fresher whenever she felt the slightest bit of need and trying not to drink too much. She was thankful they were in hyperspace, and Master Kenobi busy going over reports with Commander Cody. She just knew if he was nearby, he would know her shame. Come nighttime, she used the fresher before getting ready and one more time just before crawling in bed. Just to be safe.

Again, she dreamt of bombs- this time in the temple- and prisons, only to awake to cold, wet sheets. Panicked, she tried to center herself before Master Kenobi came by again, only to feel her bladder twinge and release as she sunk into meditation. Warm urine pooled around her, unable to be absorbed by the already wet fabric. Unbidden, tears streamed down her face in fear, embarrassment, and shame.

“Ahsoka?”

The voice brought her out of her daze and she looked over to find Master Kenobi crouched down next to her bed, hand on her shoulder.

“Shh, Ahsoka. Calm down. It is nothing to be ashamed of.”

“But it keeps happening,” she cried, unable to act the proper jedi.

“Last night too?”

She nodded, looking up at his face. He looked cornered, but calm.

“There are many reasons this could be happening. Nightmares, stress, growing, visions.”

“How do I know?” Ahsoka asked, wiping her face with the edge of her tunic.

Obi-Wan hummed. “Well, we can visit Helix to check for physical issues. Nightmares you would remember, stress can be hard to tell- especially as I am guessing this is causing you stress?”

Ahsoka nodded. “I don’t think I was stressed,” she stated.

“But now you are?”

“What if I keep having accidents?”

“Then we deal with it. But first, let’s get you into some dry clothes and take a visit to Helix to make sure you are physically fine.”

Ahsoka nodded, glad Master Kenobi was so calm about the situation and secretly even gladder her own master was not here.

“Commander Tano is healthy as can be,” Helix stated, looking up from his pad.

“Thank you for checking,” Obi-Wan replied. “Since we have the down time I figured we could get her overdue physical out of the way before Master Che chased her down.”

“Wise decision, General.”

“I quite thought so. Well, we will be out of your way then, Helix. Thank you again.”

Ahsoka followed Obi-Wan out of the medbay as they walked back towards their rooms. “So its not physical?” she asked.

“It appears not. Did you have any particular dreams last night?”

“I dreamt about bombs. And prisons,” she admitted.

“A nightmare?”

Ahsoka thought for a moment, and shook her head. “It didn’t feel like it. I wasn’t scared.”

“Hmmm. Have you ever had visions before? Premonitions?”

Ahsoka stopped and looked at her Grandmaster. “Like seeing the future?”

“Not always. For instance, I often know what the temple commissary is going to serve for breakfast in the morning. Not exactly seeing the future. Or having a bad feeling before a mission goes wrong. Knowing where someone is going to strike in a fight before they move.”

“I don’t think so?”

“Nothing wrong with that. You are familiar with the living vs unifying force?”

“Yes Master. The living force is in people, plants, animals, and such. The unifying force connects time.”

“Essentially, though there is much we do not know. Some Jedi are stronger in the living force, some the unifying, and some a mix. The unifying is what gives visions, precognition, prophecy, and other similar skills.”

“Are you strong in the unifying force?”

Obi-Wan laughed. “Yes, I would say annoyingly so. In contract, Anakin is very strong in the living force.”

“And me?”

“I do not know. You have shown strength in the living force, but most Jedi who are not solely strong in the unifying do not develop their talents until their second main growth stage. Which, according to Helix, you are in the middle of.”

“So I might have some talent in the unifying force? Why does that matter?”

“You might, we shall see. It matters because if you develop a talent or talents in the unifying force it is important for you to be trained with them, lest you get overwhelmed. Training, which much skill as Anakin has, he will not be able to provide. But it also matters because one of the, how shall I put it? Less pleasant side effects of accessing the unifying force is that it can cause problems with continence.”

“You mean like wetting the bed?”

“Exactly.”

“So if my dreams were visions?”

“They likely are the culprit.”

“What do I do?”

“First we test your connection to the unifying force and try to ascertain whether your dreams were visions.”

“And if they are? How do I stop it?”

“The visions? They usually come in cycles, especially since you have not had the ability all your life. As for the bedwetting, well I’m afraid there isn’t any way to stop it.”

“Then what do I do?” Ahsoka asked, anxiously.

Obi-Wan smiled sardonically. “Same thing every Jedi with visions does, wear protection.”

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“Good morning,” Obi-Wan greeted, entering Ahsoka’s room with a light knock on the doorway.

“Morning Master Obi-Wan?” Ahsoka answered sleepily.

“Meditation in the unifying force, you do remember agreeing to this?”

Ahsoka groaned, wrapping her blankets tighter around herself.

Obi-Wan laughed, laying out two meditation mats on the floor, setting a thermos of caff next to one and sitting down on the other. “I know my Padawan is not a morning person, but it is hardly that early.”

“What time is it?” Ahsoka asked, slowly unburying herself from the warmth of the covers.

“Nearly eight shipboard. A perfectly civilized time even for your standards I dare say.”

“Mmph,” was all Ahsoka managed as she practically flopped onto the mat, picking up the thermos and gulping down several large mouthfuls.

“You are lucky I brought it cool enough to drink.”

“I knew you would.”

“Shall we begin?”

Ahsoka nodded and the two fell into meditation, Obi-Wan reaching out to guide Ahsoka towards the currents of the unifying force. It was different from the meditation she had done in the creche- she felt herself almost float off into the universe, at once a unique being and simply a part of the system. It was exhilarating, and a bit terrifying all at the same time. Following Obi-Wan’s lead, she let her senses wander, exploring currents of the force. She wasn’t quite sure what she was looking for yet, they had only been doing this a few days. She knew Obi-Wan could piece together clues and puzzles, sometimes see into the future or revisit the past. But for now, Ahsoka merely let her senses wander.

Eventually, she felt Obi-Wan pull her back towards their physical selfs, settling her mind back into her body. Slowly, she opened her eyes.

“How did that feel?” Obi-Wan asked.

“It was easier this time. I’m not sure I could do it without you, but it was more like I was following you rather than being dragged.”

“That’s good, and excellent start. Exploring the unifying force this way is something not every Jedi can manage, and even fewer can do it without a guide. I am impressed.”

“Thank you Master Obi-Wan,” she replied as she began to uncross her legs, only to pause suddenly.

“What’s wrong?”

“I…” she stuttered, grimacing as she shifted. “I had an accident.”

Obi-Wan nodded. “It is a common side effect of the meditation, remember? Nothing to be embarrassed about. That’s why we are doing it before you change out of your night time attire.”

“I didn’t just wet myself,” she admitted, keenly aware of her accident spreading even more with every small movement. It was gross.

“Ahh, not very pleasant feeling?” he asked, taking in her face.

Ahsoka shook her head as she bit her lip in embarrassment. She was fifteen and she had just pooped herself like a toddler in front of her grandmaster no less!

“Let’s get you cleaned up then. And I am sure you are feeling embarrassed, but it’s really not a big deal.”

“Its gross!”

Obi-Wan nodded. “It can certainly feel that way. But we can solve that,” Obi-wan added, standing. He walked into their shared bathroom, opening a cupboard and pulling out a pad, wipes, gloves, and disposal bag. Returning to the room, he pulled back the covers on the bed, and laid the changing pad down. “Come on up and I’ll get you cleaned up.”

“But…” Ahsoka stuttered, embarrassed at the idea of her grandmaster wiping poop off her backside.

“This will be much easier if I do it. And I know how you feel, but I promise its nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“But I just pooped myself in front of you!”

Obi-Wan turned and help out his hands, helping the Torgruta teen to her feet. “It might feel like the most terrible thing ever, but trust me, I’ve done worse.”

“You have?”

Obi-Wan nodded. “I had food poisoning as a Padawan one time and shat myself so badly it leaked. On Master Windu’s lap.”

“Really?” Ahsoka asked, looking horrified.

Obi-Wan nodded. “He helped me clean up, but I couldn’t look him in the eye for months. So, like I said, this is no big deal at all.”

“I can clean up by myself though,” Ahsoka tried to defend, though she was frankly unsure as to how. Standing up had only made her more aware as to how badly she had messed herself.

“I’m sure you could, but you don’t have to.” Not to mention, Obi-Wan knew the diaper she was wearing was not designed for bowel accidents, and the clean-up likely to be extensive based on the sag in her sleep pants. Not a pleasant way to learn how to clean-up one’s self.

Nodding, Ahsoka laid down on the mat, grimacing once again as the poop squished underneath her.

“Bum up,” Obi-Wan said softly as he pulled the gloves on. Carefully he slid her sleep pants off, taking care not to let the messy parts touch her legs. She had indeed leaked, and quite badly. Balling them up so the clean portion was on the outside, he placed them on the floor to be sent off to the laundry later. He pushed the bottom of her sleep top up, hoping it was not dirty on the backside before having her lower her butt back down. Next came the front tapes, and he deftly used the diaper to wipe the worst of her front before laying it flat. “Waxer says you are planning on sparing with some of the boys later?” he asked as he pulled out his first wipe, knowing from experience that complete silence only made the experience more uncomfortable.

“He promised to teach me more unarmed hand to hand,” Ahsoka replied, trying not to think too hard about the fact that she was having this conversation while her grandmaster carefully wiped shit off her ass. Nope, not thinking about that at all.

“Just be careful when facing Jinx, he has some nasty tricks up his sleeve,” Obi-Wan replied as he moved onto the inside of her legs, where the diaper had leaked badly.

“Nasty tricks?”

“Indeed. He nearly had me the first time we faced. Only my force abilities saved me.”

“You weren’t fighting without the force?”

“I wasn’t using it physically, but I have some precognitive abilities that, on occasion, inform me what my enemy is going to do next. I foresaw the kick that would have taken me out.”

“Wicked, wish I could do that.”

Obi-Wan laughed lightly. “Unfortunately it is not perfect, and can be used against me. Turn to your side,” he added.

Ahsoka rotated onto her right side. “How so?”

“Well, Master Vos discovered when we were padawans that if he thought really hard about doing something, sometimes I would see the future action- and then he could take a different one.” Obi-Wan slid the used diaper away from Ahsoka, rolling it up and tossing it into the disposal bag before pulling out more wipes. Her entire butt was covered, though luckily the sleep shirt had been spared. He idly wondered if Torgruta bowel patterns were different than humans, or if she had just really had to go.

“That must be difficult.”

“I imagine so. And it does require knowing of my skill and its potential flaw.”

“So mostly it’s a plus.”

“Mostly,” Obi-Wan agreed. “You’re all clean,” he pronounced, tossing the last wipe into the disposal bag and taking off his gloves.

“Thank you,” Ahsoka replied, sounding embarrassed again. “I think I’ll shower though.”

Obi-Wan nodded, he couldn’t blame her. Whenever possible he showered after a particularly messy diaper. Unfortunately it just wasn’t possible to shower every time, especially since he went about an hour after every meal. “I’ll meet you in the mess hall after.”

Ahsoka nodded, and Obi-Wan grabbed the disposal bag, cutting through the bathroom and tossing it before continuing onto his own room. As he heard the sonic turn on, he grabbed a fresh diaper and wipes for himself. He might not have messed himself, but he had been up for a few hours and his diaper was certainly beginning to sag.

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Ahoska sat in the back of her history class, clenching as tight as she could. She was not going pee herself in class because she forgone going to the bathroom to comm Rex! She was almost a senior Padawan, not a youngling! Five more minutes, she could make it! She shifted, gripping her crotch tightly as she felt a small squirt escape. Relax, don’t think about your bladder. Think about Krifstalf’s history. She tuned into the lecturer. He had moved on from talks of politics to natural disaster. Apparently Krifstalf had joined the republic in return for aid when their planet faced a crisis after a disastrous… flood. Oh boy. Water, not helping. Ahsoka squirmed again and looked up at the clock. Three minutes to go. She could do it. Three minutes, then a quick run down the corridor to the bathroom and relief. Her bladder spasmed and she could feel another squirt escape, the dampness reaching her hand. She hoped it wasn’t noticeable. Time seem to slow as the lecturer wrapped up the lesson, but finally the clock hit three. Time to go.

“One last thing,” Master Itu said, stopping the class. “I want five pages on the importance of Krifstalfian Pre-Republic law for next lecture.”

“Yes Master,” Ahsoka respond with the rest of the class, bending over to grab her bag. Only as
she bent over, her overfull bladder gave way and released, a stream of warm urine soaking through her skirt, pooling on her chair before running over the edge and down her legs onto the floor. Ahsoka sat motionless, mortified at what was happening as the other padawans streamed by her. Oh god, what had she done!

“Padawan Tano?” Master Itu asked, walking up to her after everyone else had left. “Are you okay?” He paused at her desk, noticing the puddle on the floor beneath her. “Ah, I had heard you were experiencing a bout of unifying visions. Let me guess, you tuned out in class and into the force? Nothing to be ashamed of, learning the unifying force takes time.”

Ahsoka was unsure what to say. She was exploring the unifying force with Master Obi-Wan, but this was simply a result of her stupidity. But she couldn’t bear the thought of telling a master she had wet herself like a youngling! So she merely nodded, all too aware of the cooling puddle of urine she sat in.

“Up you get now,” Master Itu said softly as a small cleaning droid arrived. “I can’t imagine that feels very nice to sit in.”

Ahsoka shook her head and stood up slowly, cold urine dripping down her legs and into her boots. The fabric of her skirt stuck to her bottom, an uncomfortable reminder of her shame. Master Itu laid a gentle hand on her shoulder, guiding her out of the classroom and down the hall.

“Healer Lu,” Master Itu greeted a tall human woman as the entered the office.

“Master Itu, what brings you here?”

“Padawan Ahsoka has had a bit of an accident. Would you mind helping her out? I have another class in a few minutes.”

“Certainly, come here Padawan,” Healer Lu said, gesturing Ahsoka into the room. “You had an accident?”

Ahsoka nodded as Master Itu left the room. “At the end of class,” she managed to say.

“Hmm, I do have a note in your file from a Medic Helix? Noting issues starting two weeks ago?”

“Helix is the head medic for the 212th.”

“Ahh, you are Obi-Wan’s grandpadawan. I remember him talking about you last time he was in. A new affinity for the unifying?”

Ahsoka nodded again. She felt like she should say something about how this accident was her fault, but Healer Lu was already opening cupboards.

“Here,” she said, handing Ahsoka a towel and generic robe. “There is a fresher through there, I imagine you would like to clean up.”

Ahsoka took the towel and robe and headed into the fresher before stripping and turning it on. She did want a shower, the drying urine on her skin smelled and she felt gross. Under the water, she scrubbed efficiently before stepping out, drying off and dressing in the provided robe. Once done, she balled up her clothes and exited the fresher.

“Ah good, here is a bag for your clothes. Do you need slippers?”

“Yes please.”

Healer Lu nodded and opened a drawer. “What size?”

“Eight,” Ahsoka answered, as she stuffed her clothes in the dark plastic bag.

“Here you are. Now, a few questions. When you have had accidents, is it small leaks? Or a big release?”

“All at once I think, mostly I wake up wet.”

Lu nodded. “And have you had any bowel accidents?”

Ahsoka nodded as she chewed her lip.

“And you clean up yourself?”

“When I’m wet, Master Kenobi helped me clean up when I messed myself,” she admitted.

“Alright then, let’s get you some supplies. I think these will be best,” she stated, laying a pack of diapers on the examination table in the room. “They are for both bowel and bladder incontinence, so you won’t ruin your clothes if you mess yourself. But there are quite thin and discrete when dry. They are definitely more noticeable when wet, but that’s a tradeoff for fast absorption, and not a huge deal since you will be changing right after. Have you worn a diaper like this?”

“No, just the pull-up kind.”

“Well then, let’s have you put one on, and I’ll help you make sure you get it on right. Even if the tapes are perfect, they will catch urine, but they will leak if you mess yourself unless they are fitted right.”

Ahsoka took a diaper out of the package and unfolded it, holding it slightly unsure.

“It’s easiest to do laying down at first,” Healer Lu suggested.

Ahsoka followed her instructions, and laid down on the examination table, positioning the diaper under herself. She then did the bottom tabs first, following Healer Lu’s instructions, then the top.

“Good. The tabs are Velcro, so you can easily undo them to use the restroom. Just because you are wearing a diaper, doesn’t mean you can’t use the restroom. It’s there for insurance, okay?”

“Okay,” Ahsoka agreed, standing up and looking at herself in the mirror. She could tell she was wearing a diaper, but Healer Lu was correct, it was rather discrete.

“Now for the rest of the supplies. I have wipes, cream, gloves, and a changing mat. It’s useful to layout when you are cleaning up a bigger mess. I recommend having a bag with spare diapers and cleaning supplies on you when you are not near your rooms. Pack a diaper for every four to six hours you will be out and about, plus an extra per day. Make sense?”

“I think so.”

“Good. Don’t be afraid to come back to me if you have any questions, or need something else. You can requisition more supplies through the normal temple system, and I am sure Master Kenobi will help you if you need it.”

“Thank you Healer Lu,” Ahsoka replied before packing up the box of things and leaving.

Walking back to her quarters, Ahsoka could feel the diaper between her legs. It was actually quite comfortable, soft and warm. When she made it back to her rooms, she turned on the holo, scrolling through the channels as she grabbed a snack and drink. She settled down with her snack to watch.

She was halfway through a movie when she felt her bladder twinge. She frowned in annoyance, it was the middle of an action sequence and she could pause. She shifted, attempting to a find a position that took the pressure off her bladder so she could wait until a commercial when she felt the padding of her diaper. She paused- she didn’t really need it, but she was already wearing it, so she might as well use it. Right? The action sequence intensified on the screen, and Ahsoka shrugged her shoulders. Might as well. She tried to relax her bladder, but it was surprisingly difficult. Putting a little thought into it, she tried to force herself to pee, feeling a few drips. Relaxing her muscles, she felt a few more drips before all the sudden her bladder let loose and she could hear a muffled hiss and feel the diaper expand between her legs. It only took a few seconds to empty her bladder as she watched the chase scene, then she brought her hand to the front of the diaper, squishing the sodden material slightly. It was warm, heavy, and soft. It felt surprisingly nice.

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The next time Ahsoka wore a diaper during the day was when she was scheduled for a class on moving meditations. She didn’t have any accidents when meditating with Anakin, but she didn’t want to risk an embarrassing accident like the one she had in Master Itu’s class. So that morning, she changed out of her damp overnight diaper and into a fresh one. The padding felt nice around her butt, and she looked in the mirror after donning the rest of her outfit. The diaper wasn’t visible, her leggings and skirt covering the slight amount of padding well. She could just make out the slight bulge at the bottom of her butt if she bent over, but that wasn’t going to be a problem.

The moving meditation practice was her first class of the day after breakfast, went very well. Skyguy was more of a moving meditation guy than a sitting meditation one, so she had more experience that pretty much anyone else in the class. Even better, she didn’t pee herself even a little bit during the class, so maybe it was only the special unifying force meditations she did with Master Obi-Wan that she would have to worry about. In a good mood, she made her way to navigation class, sliding into a seat next to her friend Barriss.

“Good morning,” Ahsoka greeted.

“Good morning Ahsoka,” Barriss replied. “It’s nice to see you again, you and your Master have been out on the front for a long time.”

Ahsoka nodded, it had been several months since she had spent more than a few days in temple. “Master Obi-Wan arranged for me to be in temple with him while he serves his rotation as councilor in temple. He and Skyguy said I was getting too far behind in my classes.”

“They are important,” Barriss agreed. “And you cannot graduate to senior Padawan until you finish the necessary coursework.”

“I know,” whined Ahsoka. “It’s just… boring being in temple.”

“Maybe you need a little boring.”

“Maybe,” she agreed.

The two feel silent as the class began, and Ahsoka paid attention to the lecture about the effects of large mass anomalies on hyperspace routes. It was actually an interesting lecture and she supposed she was glad to be able to attend. Eventually the lecture concluded, and Ahsoka was less pleased to be in class for the pop quiz she was handed. Scrolling through the page she saw it was on hyperspace lane drift. Well, at least she knew about that.

Ahsoka was about halfway through the quiz when she felt the beginning of pressure in her bladder. She didn’t have to pee yet, but it was slightly annoying. And it wasn’t as if she could get up in the middle of a quiz if the need became worse. She shifted slightly, and felt the material of her diaper press against her crotch. Oh, she thought. She could always just go- she was already just wearing a diaper. Shaking her head at the idea, she turned back to the test. She answered a few more questions, then scrolled to the next section. It was a hypothetical scenario. She took a quick break for reading it, taking a sip of her water, and felt the pressure in her bladder build. She wasn’t desperate yet, but it was distracting. Maybe letting a little out would help…

Slowly, she relaxed her bladder and stream of warm liquid escaped, wetting the material around her crotch. After a second she tried to stop, but her bladder had other ideas. The urine flowed out, a strong stream that made a slight hiss she hoped nobody else could hear. After a minute, her bladder was empty, and she felt the last of her pee get absorbed into the padding. Shifting slightly, she felt the wet diaper squish under her. Time to finish the test.