OH MY GOD I jus read your last post about putting out puppy pads for grace and now that idea has infected my brain.
Holy ok obviously it's Stratt who comes up with it, she's seen grace hold it till the last minute and run to the restroom many times but usually he makes it (comes back repeats it again). But this one time he has an accident in the lab right infront of her and she realises how bad he's gotten and she can't remind him to go pee that's not her job. So her genius self decides to buy some puppy pads and keep them in the lab in a distant corner, and she's actually pleased coming up with it cause it really makes it easier for grace, he can just go and continue with the lab work.
That is until she tells him the idea and shows him the corner where the puppy pads are kept. Grace doesn't even know how to react like "oh god i messed up so bad and now she wants me to use THESE" "she doesn't trust me with my own body anymore" (which she doesn't) "this is a punishment for last week i know it-"
He swears he'll never use them but welp sometimes you underestimate your desperation. He's once again held it for too long, he's removing his suit in a haste already starting to leak, but the toilet is nowhere near it's atleast a minute away and he CANNOT last that long, that's when he spots the puppy pads, he speed walks to them, kneels down and whoomp there it is.
It is so humiliating but also the relief is so good so maybe Stratt was trying to be helpful after all
(Atleast his pants are dry)
Stratt is like "Man I'm so good at ideas, this will assist in productivity and keep the equipment dry." As she's carrying in the pack of puppy pads in.
Grace sees the puppy pads and initially points at them like, "Oh! Are we uh, oh gosh please don't say we're doing trials on dogs."
"They’re for you, they are more effective than puddling on the concrete," Stratt plainly says, a small shrug as she watches Grace's face turn several different shades of red.
"I-! You...you can't be serious," Grace squeaks out.
"I'm just being practical. It cost less to purchase those than have a cleaner come in after you," Stratt says, "use them or hold it until you make it to the toilet. Those are your choices."
Omggg and he's so concerned about having to use them that he puts himself in the exact scenario where his only option is to use them~
He whines and quivers, legs crossed as he doubles over,,he's going to pee himself, he's going to have an accident!
Grace inhales sharply and rushes over to the corner, he doesn't care oh god he doesn't care right now. He kneels (knowing if he stood he would not able to aim), body shaking as he pulls himself out and absolutely drenches the puppy pads. He's panting, heart thudding in his chest as the streams dies down to a weak trickle.
"Finished? Roll them up and place them in the biohazard bin," Stratt says as if it was very normal to watch a scientist piddle onto puppy pads😌
