Frozen on the spot, Dash finally wanted to wet himself more than he worried about waddling home, but Chase had turned and left the aisle already. His mittens pressed together in the hoody's pocket, and his leg twitched awkwardly as he looked over both shoulders. The was no one else in sight, so he relaxed his loins and started to let it out right there. Chase wouldn’t leave without him, and there was no way he’d pay and be done chatting before Dash had emptied his bladder.
Wetness and warmth didn’t just escape; it gushed from the two bottles he’d drank without question and from being ignored for so long. His eyelids lowered in relief. His tail poked upwards again. His toes tightened in his shoes. His fingers balled into fists. His bladder never stopped. Barely ten minutes ago he’d felt the warning signs of needing to pee, and now he was flooding himself almost uncontrollably.
Dash was wetting himself more than he expected, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Fear gripped him but he knew this fear plenty from wetting himself at work. Outside of home, a diaper always felt wetter and less absorbent than it was capable of. He doubted them so many times and they always came through. There was nothing to worry about.
Until he felt the betrayal.
Not just one trickle, but two. Either side of his diaper, between his legs, he’d overdone it, and he hadn’t stopped wetting yet. He inhaled slowly, holding his breath, afraid to move. He just needed his diaper to hold, but one side breached. His shortalls felt cold, and the trickle ran agonisingly down the inside of his thigh.
Instinctively, he wanted to remove his paws and check the damage before realising that was another thing he couldn’t do. He didn’t know if there was a wet patch the size of a pea or a watermelon, and he knew that he wouldn’t make it home on the bus without breaching.
This was bad. He needed to find Chase and get out of here.
Tentatively he walked, building up pace the safer it felt. One leg was wet, that was for sure, but it was all he could judge. His diaper felt heavier. His onesie tighter around his shoulders. His gait wider. As he escaped the aisle he spotted Chase who had clearly circled back with a heavier basket, looking for him.
“What’s wrong?” Chase asked, clearly spotting the expression on the older husky’s face.
“I leaked,” Dash hissed.
“What, on the floor?” Chase said, looking above and around his brother.
Dash wanted to facepalm, and realised he couldn’t.
“No! On me,” he corrected. “I need you to check my butt. Am I wet?” He turned on the spot and pointed his backside to Chase.
“I can’t see anything,” Chase calmed him, as his free paw clasped the shoulder strap of his backpack. “Let’s go see if we can use the bathroom.”
Dash stared at the backpack as Chase’s grip tightened. “You brought a change?” That didn’t make sense. They were only going to be out of the house for less than an hour, but Chase ignored chaging this diaper before they left… Dash’s paws shook. He was trapped. This was supposed to be about trust but his brother had engineered this embarrassment again.
“Can you make it back home?” Chase asked, pointedly.
Dash knew he couldn’t sit down without wetting his shorts, and that he didn’t want to risk waddling even if he could avoid being seated. But how could he answer that truthfully and play into Chase’s hands? His throat dried.
The silence said enough, and Chase shrugged before walking towards the checkout. There was no one else around, and Bruno walked towards the opposite side to man the till.
“Hey, man, can we use your bathroom before we pay, please?” Chase immediately said, as he put the basket down.
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