First Date DD/LG - One Shot (Patreon)

Tonight was the night. Jack and I had been talking online for a while, but this was a big step, and I was a little nervous, admittedly. While online dating services are the most common way people get together nowadays, our story was definitely more taboo. We met through a kink website, so our initial conversations were entirely sexual. It was the totally opposite way that you develop a relationship with someone; usually, you start with small talk and work up to the “I want to rearrange your insides” talk. However, on a kink site, it’s kind of unavoidable. You’re there because you have a kink, and kinks mean sex.

Jack and I connected on our mutual interests and complementary dynamics. He was a dom, a “Daddy,” a nurturing but firm man who was sweet but knew when to put his foot down. I am completely submissive. Part of me thinks it was inherent in my build; I’m 4’11, 92lbs and have been since I graduated grade 6. As a teenager, I thought about being a teacher one day but quickly realized I would probably just get confused with the students and be too shy to say anything if I was. So naturally, I am a very submissive person, and that has bled into my sex life.

Unfortunately, I would say my sex life has been lacking despite my raging horniness at times. Guys don’t really want to date, or fuck, the girl who looks like she might be still in middle school. Jack liked me for me though, and we hit it off right away. I messaged him after he posted a story about a date between a daddy and a little wherein the little wets herself at the movie theatre and has to be put in diapers. I told him I loved the story and fantasized it to be me. I loved desperation and wetting, diapers and punishment, the whole lot. He told me we could try it, but I said we should first get to know each other.

Well, after three months of talking, we finally agreed to meet and make his story fantasy a reality. My heart was pounding even before I pulled up to the movie theatre, but I was excited. I had been sipping back on a large water bottle the whole drive over so I could be ready for my accident, but as I parked the car, I realized I already needed to pee.

I could see Jack standing out front and for a moment considered backing out, but after a deep breath, I grabbed my back (which contained my change of clothes and a plastic bag for my soon-to-be-wet ones) and stepped out of the car. He saw me right away and waved. I waved back and was suddenly relaxed by his sweet smile.

“Hello, little one,” Jack said as I approached and opened his arms for a hug. I ran up and embraced him, my head just barely reaching his chest.

“Hi daddy,” I whispered, careful that no one would be around to hear. The words felt awkward coming out of my mouth, and immediately I blushed. I had been calling him Daddy for weeks now over text but actually saying it out loud in a public place felt surreal but unbelievably sexy. I felt my core get hot and tingly as my bladder sent me more signals of strain.

We walked into the theatre, showed our passes and got some snacks. We got a large popcorn to share, some M&M’s (my favourite), and two large drinks, one for each of us. The large drink was almost too big for my hand, so I made Jack carry them while I hugged the back of popcorn. We found our way to our seats, back middle. As far as we could tell, there was no one else that would be in this showing. It was a movie that was out for a few weeks already and at a late enough time. As we settled in our seats, my tiny bladder was transitioning from the slight need to uncomfortable, and I think he could notice.

“You okay little one?” He asked me.

“Mhm!” I nodded, playing up my cute factor.

“You need the potty before the movie starts? It’s a long one, and I don’t want to miss anything, remember?”

“I’m okay daddy!” I smiled, hiding my growing desperation. I was casually snacking on my popcorn when suddenly, right as the movie was about to start, a group of teenagers walked into the theatre. My heart dropped, and for a moment and I stopped chewing. There were about six of them, all around 17/18 years old. I looked to Jack, who just looked back to me and smiled, unphased by their interruption. The group settled down in the middle of the theatre, and the lights finally dimmed.

The stress of witnesses to my upcoming accident only made my bladder strain harder, and I started to regret my pre-drinking and my choice of pants colour. I wore a pair of light blue jeans that would show my accident prominently, for Jack’s pleasure and my humiliation. The plan was to wait until about mid-way through the movie and tell Jack that I needed to pee; he would tell me I could hold it like a big girl, and ultimately I would wet myself just before the credits rolled.

I was now thinking I would wet myself before the credits; only it would be the opening credits and not the closing. The teenagers started acting a little rowdy, and Jack got frustrated.

“Hey, keep it down, please!” He shouted down at them. They looked up and groaned, then whispered and giggled to themselves. I sunk in my seat and tried to hide behind my back of popcorn. My bladder now screamed. My small figure also meant small bladder, and so typically, when it started filling, it filled quickly. The teenagers started taking photos with the flash on.

“C’mon, guys; I’m trying to watch the movie! Put your phones away,” Jack said, more sternly this time.

“Shut up, man,” one replied.

“Yeah, maybe don’t come to a movie at this time if you know there’s gonna be teens here,” another chimed in.

“How was I supposed to know you guys were going to be in here?” Jack countered, getting seriously frustrated. I was now totally hidden behind my popcorn, and my bladder was on the verge of leaking.

“Look, just stop complaining and deal with it, or you and your daughter can leave,” a teen replied.

“She’s not my daughter,” Jack replied angrily, almost out of his seat. A spurt of pee escaped into my panties.

“Jack?” I whispered too quietly to be heard over the argument and the movie.

“Sorry, your niece or whatever. Just shut the fuck up; you’re the one being disruptive now.”

“Oh, I’m being disruptive?” Jack stood. A long spurt rushed out of me and began soaking into my jeans.

“Jack!” I said louder.

“Oh my god, dude, just leave if you’re so upset about it,” a female teen rolled her eyes. Spurt after spurt started flowing out, until suddenly-

“Fine! We’ll leave. But don’t worry, we’ll be back with a manager. Come on, Kylie,” Jack grabbed my arm and lifted me out of my seat. As he did, there was a shift in my diaphragm, and the floodgates opened. I stood there, illuminated by the screen and as the center of attention to the group of teens, pissing my pants.

“Holy fuck, dude, your niece pissed her pants,” a teen dude chuckled. The rest of the group looked on in shock and started to laugh. I held firmly to the bag of popcorn and used it to cover my face, but tears were forming in my eyes. Jack took notice, sighed, and walked me out of the theatre, still peeing. The laughter of the teens could be heard as we exited the theatre and headed for the doors. Jack walked me right outside and to his car.

“Sorry about that, little one,” he said sincerely.

“It’s okay; I’m sorry about the scenario not working,” I said quietly.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. What do you say we just get out of here and get you changed into something more protective, hm?” Jack asked. I looked up, smiled, and nodded.