Too much water! (Kรถnig fanfic, TW: piss, desperation, pants wetting, pull-up usage )
It was the hottest day of the year.
Kรถnig finds himself guzzling down his fourth bottle of water within the hour, feeling like he's in an oven rather than outside running laps.
Kรถnig was definitely hitting his water goals, whether he wanted to hit them or not.
After what felt forever, he could finally rest and get somewhere somewhat cool.
After a cool shower and a decent rest, Kรถnig is rudely awakened by an urgent need to piss. Urgent in the sense of his hips desperately wiggle and he needs to go now.
Thank goodness there's a bathroom close by and- shit! It's closed for cleaning! It was just his luck.
No matter, of course. Kรถnig could hold it until he got to another bathroom. There was one by the showers.
Except that bathroom is completely full.
There's a line of soldiers needing to use the toilets, and that line is pretty long.
Except there's a small problem.
Kรถnig bites his lip. This really wasn't his day. He's shifting from foot to foot now, his gaze drifting to the locker room. Maybe he can piss in the shower? It was pretty gross, but everyone does it!
As soon as Kรถnig is about to unzip his pants, his bladder twinges. Uh oh. He can't pee. Not now!
The man manages to stop a spurt of piss coming out with a pained groan.
He can't even get undressed without pissing himself.
Kรถnig bites his lip again, his bladder is absolutely full and throbbing. Really, it's a miracle that he hasn't lost control yet. He grits his teeth, he needs to focus. There's many bathrooms here. Surely he can make it to one before he pisses himself like a damn kid.
Kรถnig can barely run anymore, waddling at a quick and awkward pace. Other people give him weird looks but he doesn't care. He needs to pee like, yesterday. A spurt of hot piss had already come out as he tried to run earlier, thank goodness it wasn't visible in his clothes.
But Kรถnig is sweating under his mask, his thighs squeezed so tightly. It's honestly a miracle that he hasn't pissed himself yet! And Kรถnig prays it stays that way.
However, as if by some miracle, Kรถnig finally encounters a bathroom! Just a few feet away! There's no line in sight!
He wants to cry tears of happiness, no. He's on a mission.
Kรถnig shuffles over as fast as he can. He can almost feel the relief of finally letting go, the hot and heavy stream-
Why does he feel relief now-?
Why do his pants suddenly feel-
"Oh nein- no! No! No, no, NO!!" Kรถnig hadn't even made it halfway, his bladder finally giving out as he pees his pants.
The worst part is that it feels good. His bladder completely empties itself, his pants darkening and a puddle forming on the floor.
Oh, there's so much! Kรถnig feels like he's pissing a whole lake. He doesn't know whether to moan in relief or cry.
"Oh, damn it!" He cries out, his voice pathetically breaking like a little kid who just had an accident.
Correction: he was a little kid who had an accident.
Eventually he's done, hot piss quickly cooling as his pants and boots are completely soaked. The man doesn't even bother too clean up, too humiliated and simply flees the scene. Oh, he'd be getting an earful about this later.
A few days have passed since the "incident" and Kรถnig hadn't been pulled aside for anything. There are whispers about a soldier who pissed themselves, but no one has come clean and the security cameras didn't catch the culprit.
Kรถnig should be relieved. His reputation won't be too damaged from something as humiliating as peeing his pants.
But the thing is Kรถnig is shaken up by it pretty badly.
Much to his dismay, he has way too many close calls with the toilet and he even wet the bed twice!
Kรถnig feels absolutely humiliated and exhausted. But unfortunately he has no choice but to wear incontinence briefs. Or what they're really called: pullups.
Kรถnig's anxiety spikes when he pulls them on, they're so loud and crinkly. It seems like every step he takes, there's a soft crinkle. The man tries to tell himself that no one cares or that no one is staring, but....well, how can he be so sure?!
In reality, they're barely audible. Just a simple means of protection from leaks, but Kรถnig absolutely hates it. He was a grown man in the military and here he is! Wearing pullups like a kid!
But also in reality it does help.
He barely has any close calls and bed wetting was non-existent!
But for some reason, Kรถnig almost feels a little disappointed. He's happy that he got over that humiliating accident, but he's disappointed he never got much usage out of those pullups.
No. No. This was a good thing.
He's not a baby who wet his pants. He's a grown man! And yet....
Kรถnig's gaze drifts to his bed, the pack of pullups sitting there. Taunting him.
He slowly steps over, more than half the package is still there. The thought of using them for more than a mere accident is....a little tempting.
Whatever! This is ridiculous. Kรถnig isn't a baby and he's not going to purposely pee his pants! He's simply going to return these pullups and move on with his life.
It's another hot day and Kรถnig is gulping down water like his life depends on it.
He's absolutely smashing his water goals, but not because he wants to. But rather because of a crinkly secret under his pants.
Yup. He's wearing a pull-up. Sure, he returned the others, but maybe he was a little curious to see how it would feel wetting them. Just to satisfy his curiosity and nothing more!
His bladder already feels full, too full. He's pretty sure he could pee now if he really wanted to. But no, he wants to be desperate.
Kรถnig decides to take a quick nap. He always seemed to need to pee after one.
An hour passes and Kรถnig wakes up from the nap, urgently needing to pee. Hell, he needs to pee more than he had his accident!
Kรถnig feels a little excited, the thought of desperately trying to hold it.
He gets up to "find" a bathroom.
Oh, no! This one's closed for cleaning!
Uh oh! Well, Kรถnig can't use this one because there's such a long line.
Honestly, he has no idea how the hell someone managed to destroy a toilet but his "experiment" is working.
The more he moves, the more he needs to pee. His bladder hurts as Kรถnig can feel how full it is. His thighs are squeezing together in a pathetic attempt to hold it.
Eventually he makes it to an empty bathroom, no line and it's clean. He slowly shuffles, biting his lip as a bit of pee spurts out and it's immediately absorbed into the pull-up. Damn. That was fast.
Kรถnig is getting a little nervous. He kind of hopes he doesn't make a mess, after all, he doesn't want to have to explain why he's walking back to his room with no pants on.
But it's now or never. Kรถnig removes his pants, revealing the pull-up. It's a plain, medical white but very absorbent.
Kรถnig lets out a small sigh and lets go.
Piss floods his diaper instantly as Kรถnig grits his teeth, panting and moaning as it feels so damn good to empty his bladder.
He groans in relief as the pull-up swells and grows heavy, and yet, it doesn't leak.
It takes minutes to fully empty his bladder. Kรถnig is panting heavily as the pull-up is hot and heavy.
The man catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror, his face flushing at the sight.
Oh. Oh. He doesn't know how to feel about this....a grown man in a purposely pissed in pull-up, a perfectly good toilet behind him.
Kรถnig quickly takes it off, admittedly the weight of the pull-up makes him blush.
But at least his curiosity was satisfied. He throws the pull-up away, cleaning going commando for the time being. He then washes his hands, leaving the bathroom and heading straight for the medbay.
After all, he needed more pullups! It was going to be a hot day tomorrow and he was going to need lots of water!
