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It was the third time this week that the eighty one year old man had wet the bed, the third time this week that he felt utterly humiliated. He wasn’t sure why this was happening, he ran tests, stopped drinking before bed, and even had himself use the restroom multiple times before bed.
But none of it worked, every morning at one he would wake up to wet sheets and a humiliating routine of getting up, personally scrubbing the sheets clean despite his back being in pain, and putting on new sheets.
None of the segments knew that their creator was now a pathetic bedwetter who washes his gross bedsheets like a servant. Which is why Zandik made sure to keep this matter as private as possible. He especially did not want Feofan to find out that his lover still wets the bed like a toddler. It would most definitely ruin their love life.
So here Zandik was hunched over scrubbing the stains off the drenched sheets, hoping a segment or Feofan wouldn’t walk in and see him washing his messy bed sheets. What was even worse was that his back was killing him. Of course since the man was eighty one he was guaranteed to have back pain but he wasn’t expecting at all to have wetting problems. It was quite strange.
Just as Zandik was about to get away with it, the door slowly creaked open. The small frame of segment eight appeared, he looked slightly confused, he approached the old man. Obviously the eight year old wasn’t stupid. He knew Zandik was hiding something.
Zandik quickly turns around, his eyes meeting the young boy’s with slight horror. What are you doing here little me?” He snarls, still trying to act intimidating at his old age. The eight year old trembles a little before muttering “I threw up..” Zandik groans, he wasn’t in the mood for this at all.
“Well not right now.” He puts his hand on the segment's back and ushers him out of the room. “Why don’t you let sixty five handle the mess?” Zandik suggests as he closes the door on the now crying segment's face.
It took another thirty minutes to finally finish the washing process, before he finally hung it to dry. Zandik exhales softly, he is exhausted. He turned to go to bed but suddenly there was a soft knock on the door.
Earlier ago
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Pantalone was currently walking over to Zandik’s lab for a surprise visit since he had some downtime.
That’s when suddenly the youngest segment walks up to Pantalone with tears in his eyes. “I threw up and I got ignored by the older me..” He cries, Pantalone looks down at the little boy and carries him into his arms. “It’s okay little one, I’ll clean the mess.” Pantalone coos, he saw this segment as one of his own so he felt very maternal towards him.
After cleaning up the mess Pantalone sits on the segment’s bed, arm wrapped around him. “Could you go into detail on what happened? Pantalone asks softly. The segment whimpers before finally explaining, about the rush, the sternness, and the weird damp sheets. That’s when something finally clicks in Pantalone. He knew exactly what was going on as the young segment explained to him.
Pantalone gives the segment a pat and a goodbye as he quickly leaves the lab to retrieve something..
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Zandik hesitates to open the door but he slowly creaks it open to see Feofan, carrying a pot of tea and some goods. “Good morning Zandik.” Pantalone smiles warmly letting himself in. “Feofan..” Zandik breathes “What are you doing here so early?” Feofan chuckles, setting the tea down on the table sitting down on the plush chair. “I just had that feeling that you were up at this time.”
Feofan gestures for Zandik to sit down.
“It’s been a while since we had a moment like this.” Feofan notes reaching out for Zandik’s hand. “It really has.” He nods in agreement, wrapping his hand around Feofan’s.
Feofan couldn’t help but admire the way his lover looked. Despite him being older, he was still handsome. “Have I ever told you how handsome you look my darling?” Feofan says with that soft knowing smile. Zandik frowns, “No need to flatter me..” Feofan’s smile widens. “I don’t think I flatter you enough my dear Zandik.”
The two share some tea, Pantalone has a glass of wine as well as they both talk about upcoming projects. The two also stood outside in the balcony admiring the view of Snezhnaya. Sooner or later they too were quite exhausted. Of course since the two are lovers they were obviously going to lay down together.
Zandik was worried about wetting himself in front of his lover, he hoped he wouldn’t. And besides, he had already done it tonight so it wasn’t going to happen for the rest of the night.
Feofan sighs softly and wraps his arms around Zandik, burying his face in the other's neck.
“Good night darling.” Feofan smiles at the already dozing off body. After a couple minutes Feofan eventually closes his eyes for a good nights rest.
A couple hours later
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Feofan opens his eyes. It was about five in the morning, it was unusual that he’d wake up this early especially after sleeping that late. Until he suddenly feels something wet under him. Urine.
Feofan wasn’t stupid, he knew what was going on since segment eight told him what happened.
And he brought just the thing for it.
Zandik was still asleep, completely unaware of the mess he made so Feofan had to gently shake him awake. “Zandik darling, wake up.” Pantalone calls with that sweet tone of voice. Zandik groans, the tiredness in his voice was clear, “It’s quite early, why are you waking me up?” Zandik says tiredly, suddenly he pauses and feels the wetness of the mattress.
He did it again.
And he was utterly humiliated, he lowered his head with embarrassment. He would never recover from this. “I-I can explain.” He stutters, there wasn’t anything to explain. He had wet himself.
Little tear trickled out his eyes as he tried to cover himself up.
Instead of judging or making fun of his lover Feofan wraps his arms around you. “It’s okay my dear, it happens to a lot of olders.” Feofan says soothingly
as he has Zandik get up.
Feofan knew this was going to happen ever since segment eight told him about the sheets.
He didn’t mind it because he had a way to solve this small problem.
Pantalone smiles softly as he starts to remove his lovers soaked pants and underwear. Before taking out an adult diaper. “Absolutely not!” Zandik snaps “I am not a pathetic child who- “Wets the bed.” Pantalone finishes. “That’s exactly what you are right now.” So there Zandik was, in an adult diaper and Pantalone smiling like nothing was wrong.
“Why don’t we go back to sleep?” Pantalone guides Zandik back to bed and tucks him in, giving him a kiss. “If you don’t wet yourself tomorrow then you don’t need a diaper.” Pantalone challenged “If you do, then you have to keep wearing them.” He teases
“That won’t be happening.” Zandik sneers, he turns away and closes his eyes going to sleep
Ending
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It was later that afternoon that Feofan came to check on Zandik. Who was feeling confident, he hadn’t felt wet the whole day.
“Alright my dear, let me check.” Pantalone touches the diaper with a finger through his lover’s pants. Unsurprisingly it was soaked. “Oh my, you really are getting old huh?” Zandik was instantly flushed and humiliated. He just wet himself, and he wasn’t sure on how much longer he’d have to wear adult diapers because of his inability to control himself.
He whimpers softly as Feofan changes him into a new diaper.
“See?” Pantalone smirks “It isn’t that bad.” Dottore groans in annoyance, about to wear diapers for who knows how long.