This choice: and alas you wet yourself • Go Back...Chapter #8and alas you wet yourself by: milida   Your need to go became overwhelming at that point.The pressure in your bladder just kept increasing and suddenly, to your horror, you felt your muscles relax. To your great shame your bladder let go and you found you were peeing yourself.
Naturally you were completely mortified. Here you were an a fit healthy adult, a sim famous adventured and you had done something like that. How on earth could you be pissing in your pants like some retard or out of control infant?
The hot urine flooded into the crotch of her your expensive silk robes and soaked your trousers. The force of your urine stream was such that your pants were completely soaked and you even left a shameful puddle on the floor.
"My, My", said the lady shaking her head, "We seem to have had an accident Mr Lemure"
Actually, the evil bitch did know the cause of it. She had decided to teach you a lesson my lacing your apple tea with a fast acting diuretic, coupled with a strong muscle relaxant. You however had no idea of that so were completely humiliated. You stood in a puddle of your own urine, your cheeks beetroot red.
You shamefully shifted yourr feet, listening to the squishing sound as you did so wondering how on earth you could ever live this shame down. You had just made a complete fool of yourself in front of this ice-maiden of a board member for an Institution that housed a large number of female diaper wearers. Struggling to keep your voice level, you searched for rationalisations and lamely said "I seem to have had a reaction to the strong smell of the chemicals on this ward. I'm very embarrassed. I need to change into some scrubs or something and have my robes cleaned. Can you help me?"
The lady simply smirked and indicated a door to the left and motioned for you to go inside. Your soaked trousers reminded you of your condition with every step taken. You were relieved to see that inside the room was an ordinary looking exam room, with table and divider screens. Without a word, the lady spun you around so that you faced the exam table with your back towards her.
"Hey!!!" you protested when she started to remove your clothes "What are you doing?" .
"Helping you of course" she replied as she pulled your expensive trousers down to your ankles. She grinned as your underpants came into view.
You then turned around, your wet pants around her knees and defiantly declared "Lady I'm a capable adult male. I can undress myself, thank you, I'm not one of your wards here"
The trousers caused you to waddle making you look ludicrous
"Ow!" you cried, out as the lady administered a sharp swat to your damp underwear covered ass, the sound ringing out like a pistol shot.
"Don't back talk me young man, not in your condition" said the wicked lady sternly.
You naturally fumed but were feeling so embarrassed by your wetting episode you kept silent. You however thought bitterly how you were going to get her and if possible even close down her treasured institution. You went behind the dividers and took off the rest of your wet clothes then handed them over the top of the dividers, where they promptly disappeared.
Naked behind the screens, feeling completely mortified you politely asked "Lady do you have any scrubs that I can wear...and how long will it take to launder my clothes?"
The lady made a wicked smile and replied "I'm afraid we don't keep such things on this ward, my dear. However, I can get you a nightgown and underpants from a patients room. Wait here please"
With that, the lady left the room with your adult clothes and wet underwear.
You stewed for several minutes, stark naked behind the thin screens. How did this ever happen, you morosely wondered. You dark thoughts were interrupted by lady returning. Before you could say anything, a nightgown came over the screens. It was very childish and feminine one and a hideous pink colour with flower decorations. A pair of white cotton briefs followed. Whilst they were at least not pink, the underpants were thick and decidedly juvenile in nature. They also had a feint blue paisley pattern on them. You naturally looked at the garments with dismay.
"Lady, I can't wear this... I'm a grown man I can't go running around wearing something so girlish and with my underpants showing... don't you have anything else?"
The lady shrugged her shoulders and responded, "Child, beggars can't be choosers...this is an all female facility and I'm afraid its all we have right now...I mean we clearly don't expect our adult male visitors to wet themselves now do we?"
Her shameful reminder of why you were naked made you overcome your reticence and done the dreaded garments after you hastily put the nightgown and panties you soon found the gown was even shorter than you feared, only coming down to the waistband of your panties. You tried to tug the nightgown down to make it longer, but to no avail. Alas your childish cotton underpants were to be on full display. The underpants felt strange next to your skin, the thick cotton awakening memories of early childhood. Your hands travelled to your ass. You felt the thick, tight cotton and felt like she were five years old again.
You then somewhat reluctantly came around the screens and you blushed as the lady had to stifle a grin. The sight of you in girlish nightgown with underpants showing was almost to much for her to take. You felt so humiliated, here you were standing before her looking so stupid. You had been systematically stripped of your weapon, your shoes, your male clothes and now your pride.
You were then quickly escorted into a large, padded room, glad that none of the patients had seen your shameful dress. The room was uncomfortably hot, and furnished as a nursery. A crib large enough for an adult stood in its centre, and a changing table hugged the far wall. The floors and walls were completely padded, and stuffed pillows and toys littered the floor. You looked about the room with dismay.
"Don't you have some other place where I could wait for my clothes to be laundered?' you asked irritably.
I'm sorry child", the lady responded sternly "We have to try to keep the disruption of your presence down to a minimum and this was the only available room"
"Stop calling me that!" you screamed back as your anger flared up "I'm not a child... I'm a grown up man and an important one in this city and I demand you treat me as such!"
You were stamping your feet and showing quite a bit of cotton panty as you said this, and the childish nightgown did nothing to back you up in your assertions.
"Not a child, you say?" the lady responded snidely.
"You peed your pants just like one and your behaviour since has been frankly babyish rather than just childish, most of the disabled inmates behaviour better than you do" she then primly added.
"Stop calling me that", you screamed, stamping your bare foot once more on the padded floor.
The lady simply shrugged her shoulders "See if you can avoid wetting your panties again whilst I go get you one of the inmate for you to see a little closer"
You cross your arms and scowl back at her "Not bloody likely"
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