The Most Magical Place on Earth - Chapter 4 (Patreon)

Beth sighed and shook her head as she checked the time on her phone, making Paul squirm uncomfortably on the seat of the shuttle beside her, knowing that everything that morning had thrown off his girlfriend's carefully made schedule - he'd even looked at the check-in counter and thought about going to get him his own key-card, but decided against it since it would take up more time. It was even harder to forget why they were running late with the training pants feeling so strange around his crotch, far different than his usual underwear, much closer to the shameful diaper he'd just worn that morning and...

He shook his head as well, though he was doing it to try to erase the memory of the odd dream, so absurd, and yet realistic feeling. He blushed as, rather than forgetting, he began thinking of it again, prompting an involuntary twinge in his Pull-Ups. "I-I'm sorry," he blurted out, trying to take his mind off of all that. "I know you had things planned... I-I didn't mean..."

"It's okay," she gave him a forced smile. "I'm sure we'll be able to make up that lost time somewhere in here." She didn't sound like she believed it, yet there really wasn't much he could do about it at this point, so he decided it would be best to let it go and finish the ride to the park quietly, fidgeting beside Beth like a naughty little boy next to his Mommy.

When they finally reached the park and scanned their wristbands to get in, Beth declared, "I guess the best thing to do is skip the first ride and just go to Space Mountain. If the lines today are all short enough, we might have time to loop back around later today..."

"Okay," Paul nodded, although he had his doubts that the crowds would cooperate with Beth's hopes. They certainly hadn't seemed short yesterday, and, even just coming in, it didn't seem like they would today, either. In fact, once they got to Space Mountain, even the estimated wait for them to use their Fast Pass was half an hour.

It sounded like a long time to Paul, but Beth took it in stride, making Paul think she must have accounted for at least that long in her schedule. Considering how much time he'd stood around waiting the day before, he supposed this wasn't too big of a deal... Plus, he'd actually get to ride something when they got to the end of the line, instead of just standing around awkwardly and getting his picture taken.

"You know, this might be a better ride to start with anyway," Beth said as they stepped into the line. "I think you're really going to like it."

"I'm sure I will," Paul smiled, kissing her on the top of the head. He wasn't completely convinced that she was over her plans being disrupted so early, but if she was going to act like she was, he wasn't about to let that slip by.

Unfortunately, after a few minutes of slowly advancing through the queue, he noticed his bladder beginning to feel full. He shifted his weight, padding rubbing against him, rustling softly under his shorts, and glanced backwards, surprised to see how many people had already gotten into line behind them. It wasn't that bad, he told himself... He could hold it until they got off the ride. 

Besides, he'd already thrown off the schedule enough, having to step out of line now and go all the way to the back again would only make things worse. It wasn't that he was afraid of her, he told himself, he just didn't want to disappoint her any more... The fact that he didn't want to hear that tone, and get that look, she'd aimed at him in the hotel room earlier that day was merely incidental.

And maybe part of growing need to pee was just nerves... He'd always imagined Disney World as a fun, bright, colorful place, but once they'd stepped into this building, the bright part had kind of vanished. There were lights, sure - neon bulbs casting the area in their faint, though colorful, glow - but the whole thing felt much darker than he had anticipated, a shadowy spaceship full of people, yet still with the possibility of some evil alien popping out from around the corner to attack them.

He shook his head, telling himself he was being ridiculous... He tried to distract himself at one of the video game terminals along the way, but had trouble concentrating on it. "Are you okay?" Beth asked, and he nodded, not wanting to admit any of the variety of things buzzing around his mind at that moment. 

At last, they reached the loading area into their seats for the ride. Paul could feel his stomach squirming queasily already, even before the ride had begun... Was this a good idea? Roller coasters didn't usually bother him, in fact, he usually really enjoyed them... But a lot of things had been happening that didn't usually... They'd definitely waited too long now for them to chicken out... Beth could still go, though, he'd just wait for her, and...

He let out a tiny, involuntary whimper as the attendant pushed the restraint down between his legs, locking him into the car before he could think of a way to break his early exit to Beth. He really wasn't sure how he would have put it, anyway, and he told himself again and again that Beth was right, that he was going to have fun... He could push past his nerves, forget what had happened that morning, and start to really enjoy his trip.... Although, with the safety bar locked tight between his legs, pressing his training pants against his crotch, it was difficult to really forget everything.

Beth turned in the seat ahead of him, smiling encouragingly. "Hang on!" she said, and he gripped the bar tight. 

The car lurched to life, pulling them forward, ensuring that there really was no changing his mind, no getting off... He reminded himself of all the other coasters at other theme parks he'd ridden, how he'd never gotten hurt, or sick, or anything, on any of those. There was no way this was going to be any worse than those...

On the other hand... It was just so dark... Paul wriggled in his seat as the car stopped, wondering what was going on. He could barely see ahead of them, definitely not well enough to see if anything had gone wrong. Anxiety mounting, he whimpered again, almost hoping that there had been a malfunction and they were all just going to have to get off the ride and leave.

Then the ride sprang to life, almost immediately careening downwards. Paul felt a shriek escape his lips as the car zoomed onwards, a strobe light giving him only the briefest glimpse of what lay ahead as he clung to the restraint bar for dear life. Something in his pants felt warm, but he was too freaked out to worry - or even think - about what it could be as the light continued flashing faster and faster....

As the ride finally came to a stop, and the bar lifted off his lap, he was too stunned to move for a long moment, while Beth rose from the seat in front of her, beaming. "Wasn't that cool?!" she exclaimed.

"Y-Yeah," he mumbled, forcing himself to stand, clumsily stepping out of the car beside her. He frowned, squirming, feeling the wet squishiness permeating his pants much better now that he was standing still, and his heart was gradually slowing to its regular pace. The good news, he thought, was that he no longer had to worry about finding a restroom... The bad news...

"What's wrong?" Beth asked, eyeing him. "Are you all right?"

He nodded, shifting his weight, trying to find some way to stand that would keep him from feeling the now soaked padding around his crotch. Beth's eyes narrowed as he settled into a bow-legged stance, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the building and back into the almost blinding daylight.

He felt much better, now that he could see his surroundings again, yet, simultaneously, worse, each step reminding him of his accident. He had wet himself.... He was an adult, he told himself sternly, not the toddler he'd seen in his dream. He shouldn't be peeing himself at all - not at night, and definitely not because of a silly roller coaster! Something was definitely wrong.

"What did you do?!" Beth demanded, sounding even less happy than she had that morning. She'd led them to as much of a secluded corner as could be found in Disney World, though that wasn't much of a comfort as she pushed her hand to the crotch of his shorts, then tugged them down enough to display the faded tire under the grinning Lightning McQueen on the front.

"H-Hey!" he gulped, eyes darting to all the people walking past behind Beth, any of whom could have just glanced over and seen him standing there in his wet trainers. "Not here!"

"You're right," she agreed, a little too easily. She let his shorts snap back into place and took his hand again. He wasn't sure at first where she was going, though after a few moments he saw the sign for the bathrooms. It looked like he was going there after all... Of course he was. His blush darkened a touch as he wondered why he had thought he wouldn't be... He hadn't even considered the fact that, even if he didn't need to pee anymore, he still needed to change.

Instead of letting go of his hand when they got to the restrooms, however, she kept holding on, clamping tighter when he attempted to pull away. "I-I can handle this," he told her as they headed for the family restroom; fortunately, a knock on the door was answered with an, "Occupied," from within. 

Unfortunately, that wasn't the end of it. Beth still didn't let go, and didn't wait, either... "I-I can't go in there," Paul whispered, his cheeks somehow finding an even deeper shade of red as they got closer and closer to the women's door. If he thought his heart was pounding on the coaster, it was nothing compared to watching in horror as Beth pushed open the door and escorted him inside. He kept his head down, but even then he was sure he could feel the women's eyes on him as she dragged him to a stall and pulled him inside.

"Shorts off," she ordered. There wasn't much room to maneuver with both of them in there, but it was clear that she wasn't in the mood to argue. He slid them down his legs, pulling them off and standing with them in one hand, chewing on his bottom lip as Beth stared at him disapprovingly. "Look at these!" she shook her head, giving the Pull-Ups a light squeeze. "We haven't even been here an hour, and these are soaked!"

"I-I'm sorry," he mumbled, not wanting to be heard, but also not wanting Beth to get mad at him for not saying anything.

"You didn't even ask to go to the bathroom!" she pointed out. "Are these even going to be enough? Maybe I should have brought one of those diapers along..."

"No!" he gasped, much louder than he intended. "N-No," he repeated, lowering his voice. "I don't need those, I promise..."

"I don't want to have to change you after every ride," she reprimanded him, starting to pull open the sides of the training pants to take them off of him, leaving him standing there in the woman's bathroom stall, half-naked. "We don't have time for that."

"I-I know," he nodded, wiggling as she pulled off some toilet paper from the stall's dispenser and started to wipe him off. "It won't happen again, I promise..."

"I'm not sure how much I can trust your promises right now," she told him. "But these are just going to have to do for now..." 

His eyes widened as she reached into her purse and pulled out a fresh Pull-Up. Why would she have brought another one?! Had she really expected him to use them..? Well, he had, but... He shuffled his feet, trying to get away from the childish garment, despite having nowhere to go in the tiny stall.

"Paul, I'm not in the mood," she said. "I'm not going to listen to any arguments. You wet the bed, you've wet yourself twice today - I felt that diaper this morning, I know you did something, young man - and I'm not going to risk you peeing all over your brand new shorts. You're going to put these on right now, or we're going back to the hotel."

Paul wanted to beg her to lower her voice, sure that everyone in the bathroom had heard that, wanted to call her bluff, sure that she wouldn't give up all that planning just because he had a bladder infection - could men even get those? - or something; instead, he took the offered training pants and yanked them on, quickly following them up with his shorts. This vacation was for Beth, he reminded himself... Maybe she could be a little more sensitive, but he didn't want to ruin this for her any more than he might already have.

"Good boy," she told him, handing him the rolled up Pull-Up. "Now hold on for a minute... While we're in here, I guess I might as well go..."

Paul was sure nothing that day would get more humiliating than standing there in the stall, awkwardly trying to look away as his girlfriend peed in the toilet, holding the reminder that he hadn't been able to do the same while his fresh pair of Pull-Ups rustled with every fidget. He was quickly proven wrong when they actually had to leave the stall, Beth herding his first to the trash can to throw away the shameful trainers, then to the sink to wash his hands, all the while wondering how many of the women still in there had heard Beth mentioning diapers and his former accidents when they were in the stall. It might help explain to them why he was in the women's room... Although, he didn't get - or notice, anyway - as many strange looks as he'd expected. He really wasn't sure if that was comforting, or the exact opposite.

Thankfully, none of the other rides that day were nearly as intense as the first; that didn't stop Beth from checking him after every one, however. He was determined to prove his maturity after that disastrous morning, even if it was just by showing her that he really did know how to use the bathroom, and when he needed to, but he never quite had the chance.

"Do you need to go to the bathroom?" she'd ask him before they got into any line, and then after the ride was over, once she'd made sure he hadn't had an accident.

Even when he did have to, he was tempted to say no, just so he could make the announcement himself, without prompting - it would be humiliating to say, though not nearly as much as some other things that had happened - but the schedule was so tight, there was never enough time... They'd leave one ride, then head straight for the next, without enough of a chance for his bladder to fill significantly in between without making his former denial seem like a lie, or total, childlike ignorance of how much he really had to go.

It was silly, but he felt proud of himself for managing to stay dry the rest of the day. It must have just been food poisoning, or something... He'd never heard of food poisoning doing that, but he didn't see why it wasn't possible. Something he'd eaten yesterday had gotten the better of him... That explained the overnight accident, the weird dream, the Space Mountain incident... Then, after that, he'd recovered, and now everything was all better.

"Such a big boy," Beth teased as she slid his shorts back up and they slipped back into the crowd of people heading out of the park after the parade. "Maybe you're ready for your big boy undies again after all."

He smiled and nodded. It had gotten off to a bit of a bumpy start, but finally, that was all over, and things were bound to go back to normal... Right?