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Argo stared at the teacher, barely focusing at all on the lesson on the board. He hated school, especially the dreaded maths class. Not a word went in as he passively watched, thinking instead about all of the fun things he could be doing instead; skating was riveting but he’d settle for even football if it meant that he didn’t have to listen to another second of maths.
A swat at his table distracted him, bringing his attention to his teacher who had materialised in front of him.
“Argo..? Are you going to do your work or are you going to speak to the head?” Mr Vines demanded.
Argo shrugged,”Can I go to the bathroom, Sir?” he asked, distracted again as he thought about all the better things he could be doing in the bathroom. Smoking, vaping, shitting… Honestly, anything was better than school.
“Fine,” Mr Vines accepted, (though Argo assumed it was mostly to get rid of him) ”but you’d better go quick.”
Argo nodded, standing up eagerly. A smile appeared on his face as he processed the teacher’s answer; he could go now! Argo closed his eyes, squatting in the middle of class.
Somehow, Argo didn’t even seem to realise there was anything strange. He merely grunted, pushing as hard as he could till hot, squishy mess splatted into his pants. Argo felt it as it filled his undies, warming up his freezing tush before he’d even noticed what he’d just done.
His fellow classmates stared in shock, laughing and pointing at his messy trousers. They squelched, stinking up the room in but a few seconds.
Argo blushed, somehow only just realising what he’d done. He turned around to look at his fellow classmates, his face bright red and horrified as he took in what he’d done.
“Wait, no, I-” he pleaded, as though words could rewind time. It seemed that Argo was not that lucky as his teacher stared into wide eyes, a teacherly glare on his face.
“-That will be all, Argo. Go to the head. Actually, scratch that - go to the nurse, then go to the head. I doubt Mx Carter wants to smell you.”
With that, Argo took off, smelly underwear drooping as he ran. All he could wonder was why he did that? Why would he poop himself in class? He’d squatted down to do it, weirdly enough, so what did that mean? He hated this, hated it so much. He was supposed to be smart, confident, suave… this wasn't like him at all. Argo guessed that he was sick but nobody cared about that at school; he’d be the laughingstock of the year by lunchtime.
Obediently enough, Argo did stop off at the nurse’s office, a place which Argo had not once visited before due to his perfect record. Even on the days when he could barely move, he was at school, working harder than anyone else. All those years of working for high grades and a perfect reputation was over with one big accident.
“Good morning,” a man - who Argo assumed to be the nurse - announced from behind a screen.
“‘Morning,” Argo replied,”I’m here because, I, uh… I pooped myself,” Argo admitted suddenly.
The nurse seemed shocked for a few moments before switching to a more professional face.
“Okay, what do you need to change?” Asked the nurse.
“Everything, I think,” Argo noted,”Well, below my trousers, that is.”
The nurse nodded, opening the hatch to the nurse’s booth.
“Argo, let’s hope this was a one time thing. It happens sometimes, you know? All those hormones. Too much learning, I say,” he announced, bringing Argo a new pair of trousers and pants.
“You can wipe yourself off, change, and then we’ll see what needs doing next,” said the nurse.
Argo nodded, embarrassed.
The nurse gave a sympathetic look in an attempt to reassure Argo. Privately – though he couldn’t say it out loud – he knew well that teenagers were awfully hormonal and he didn't want Argo having a fit just because he pooped his pants.
Argo squashed over to the room behind the nurse’s hatch, the room for students to be treated. As Argo’s school was small and the students were healthy, nobody was inside much to Argo’s relief.
He was about to sort out the problem, cleaning off the gross poo that had gone everywhere, when he hit a wall: he had no idea how to clean himself. He was sure he'd known how only hours before but it appeared he'd entirely forgotten…
Blushing, he opened the door to the nurse's hatch where the nurse was speaking to a coughing girl. She seemed really ill but despite her fit, she somehow found the strength to laugh at his shitty situation.
“Oh, Argo,” the nurse sighed, “I'm just dealing with Miss Rogers here.”
Argo froze like a deer in headlights as he took in the sight of the girl watching. She looked incredibly amused at him and he couldn't blame her. If he'd seen someone in shitty trousers, he'd probably laugh a little, too… Still, that didn't mean he had to like it.
*Okay. Can you just… help me when you're done?” Argo begged.
The nurse sighed,”I'm afraid Alice here needs some medication, urgently. You'll have to wait.”
Argo desperately wanted to punch, kick or hit everything around him but he knew that would mean it would take even longer to get out of his gross, squishy trousers.
“Okay,” Argo replied numbly, trying his hardest to push down his rage as Alice entered the infirmary. He knew that Alice probably needed the medication, especially considering how she coughed harder every time he actually cared to listen to her coughing – but that didn’t mean he liked her being the higher priority.
Alice giggled as he squished down onto the floor, his mess only seeping further into his trousers by the second. He desperately wanted to cry but he could do nothing but wait.
The girl found whatever medication and it seemed to do the trick, likely enhanced with some sort of magical properties. Things were, these days, with more and more people discovering that they could fly or shit glitter or enchant objects. Unfortunately, Argo was ostensibly not one of those people.
Once Alice had found her way back into a state class-worthy, she sighed, turning to leave but then staring between Argo and the nurse,”So, does…Argo, was it? Anyway, does Argo always shit his pants or is this just…?” Alice trailed off.
“This is just a one-time thing,” Argo snapped, feeling his crotch get warmer by the second. Where his messy accident only minutes prior had been harder and more obvious, requiring some effort to get out, it took no intervention on his part to wet himself heavily.
Unfortunately, wetting himself was nowhere near as easy to deny as messing himself some more would be, with the wetness seeping through his trousers at lightspeed. Before long, Argo was surrounded by a little puddle on the floor.
“I wet myself,” Argo whispered, half-shocked at his predicament.
He blushed but Alice seemed to delight in his misfortune. Perhaps she was merely an arsehole or maybe she’d always somehow had it out for him (which, considering his passive and mostly average nature, seemed incredibly unlikely) but it was clearly the most entertaining thing she’d seen in weeks.
“You told me it was a one time thing,” Alice laughed, doubling over as though he’d told the greatest joke of all time.
Argo sniffled, his snotty nose dribbling down his face. He wiped it with his hand, glaring at Alice sharply,”It’s not funny!” he sniffled, putting a hand up as though he was about to punch her.
“Argo. Do you want a change of clothes or not?” The nurse huffed, clearly annoyed at their exchange.
“Sorry about that,” the nurse said, turning to Alice.
“Just because I’m a girl doesn’t mean I don’t get into fights,” she said, and, suddenly noticing that she was talking to a member of staff, carefully added, ”-not on school premises, of course.”
The nurse waved her off (dealing with fights wasn’t in his job description) and as she came closer to him in her exit, Argo realised that she had layers of make-up covering a few bruises darkening certain areas of her face interrupted by a large scar running down her neck. Argo realised then that she really did get into fights – nasty ones if her face said anything.
Knowing to perhaps not get involved with anybody named Alice for the foreseeable future, Argo was dragged over to a box the nurse hadn’t looked at before.
“I don’t need nappies!” Argo argued, bashing the top of the unit.
The nurse frowned, his mouth quirking upwards as he looked down at Argo.
“I don’t want to have to clean up my floor for the third time today. Look, I’ll send you home after this – I’m not a monster – but while you wait, I don’t want more to deal with,” he shrugged in a condescending, unbothered voice.
“Well- I’m not putting it on and you can’t make me,” Argo huffed, turning away from the nappy cupboard.
“Mhm…” the nurse huffed, “And so I’ll tell the head that you wet yourself and pooped yourself on the same day? I think that they would want to ask your parents a few things…”
Argo huffed,”Fine, just turn away,” he complained, grabbing one of the nappies from the nurse’s outstretched hand.
“I’ll be right in the other room if you need me.”
With that, Argo stripped off his (frankly disgusting) trousers at speeds unheard of for a teenager. Every time he heard a voice coming from the next room, Argo was filled with the most horrid fear that he was about to be walked in on.
Argo’s trousers fell into the puddle at his feet but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Instead, he tried to figure out how to put on the medicinal nappy (which actually seemed to be (conveniently enough) a pull-up but how was he supposed to know that?) and succeeded, despite the fact that he was clearly still covered in piss and shit. Still, he didn’t know how to clean it and all he needed was a shower to get him back to normal, anyway.
It goes without saying that Argo wasn’t, perhaps, the most hygienic of boys.
Despite still smelling utterly rancid, Argo found that he didn’t mind wearing the pull-up much. It was snug around his crotch and almost felt natural wearing it.
Argo breathed out, closing his eyes as he wet into it without even thinking about it.
After the pee had found itself seeping into every crack of the pull-up, Argo came to his senses. He squished over to the new pair of trousers and (with some difficulty) pulled them up around his pull-up. He struggled with the zip for a little till he was finally all zipped up, though to his horror, Argo realised that it was very much obvious what he’d done from how far his pull-up had sagged.
Not wanting to be caught out for what he’d done, Argo put his blazer around his trousers, hoping to pass it off as a skater thing like he usually did when he was stuck in an awkward situation; nobody seemed to know what skaters did besides skate and honestly? Argo wasn’t really sure himself.
With that, he hesitantly knocked on the door, welcoming the nurse back in.
“I see you’re changed. Your dad’s in reception,” he declared.
Argo nodded, desperately trying to hide the slight bulge of his pull-up and its obvious shape as he walked along, more nervous than he’d been in years.
The moment he saw his father, every feeling became so much…more. He wasn’t on show to some random person who saw everything going on with people medically… this was his dad, someone he loved, yes, but also someone who managed to take the piss out of him for everything. If he knew…
Fuck.
He couldn't know.