In This Together - Chapter 5 (Bo) (Patreon)

What the fuck? What the fucking fuck was that?! I stood in a daze as I watched Hazel walk towards the bathroom, paying no mind to the fact she was treading in a puddle of her piss or that she had just made me cum in my pants again. The sight of her wet ass was enough to send another tremor of pleasure through my body, but I felt more worried than excited. This was a serious problem. Why was I cumming with hardly any stimulation? Why did she come onto me right after wetting herself? Was she into it too?

I had so many questions that I was too nervous to ask. The core issue was that she might be onto me, and it might be only a matter of time before she puts together that I’m incredibly turned on by her accidents. If she hasn’t figured it out already…was that why she asked if I had kinks earlier? Shit…I had to do something.

“Are you coming?” Hazel called out from the shower. I shook my racing thoughts and headed over to the bathroom. Hazel was already naked, the warm water flowing over her big tits and down her tight body. I bit my lip as I watched her and felt my cock harden again in my sticky stained underwear.

“Come on then,” She invited me. I didn’t hesitate; I dropped my pants, removed my shirt, and then hopped into the shower with her. She grabbed me and pulled me in, kissing me heatedly. Her hands travelled elegantly to my shoulders before I suddenly felt her pushing down on them with all her strength. My feet gave, and I fell to my knees. Surprised, I looked up at her inquisitively. She didn’t hesitate. Hazel grabbed my head and pushed my face against her crotch, silently demanding that I lick her puffy pussy.

I obliged and started working my tongue around her labia before diving into her clit. Hazel moaned, leaning back and letting the warm water rush down her body, eventually flowing over my head and warming the area I was working. Hazel pulled at my hair, still in control, and I licked faster. Before long, I could feel her body anticipate the orgasm, and Hazel moaned sharply. Finally, it released, and Hazel gripped my head as she jerked violently in her pleasure. Her legs trembled, and I grabbed her ass to support her from falling. I stayed on my knees and let her have a moment to catch her breath before she came down to my level and pushed me onto my ass.

At this point, I was rock hard and drooling with precum, and I couldn’t break my fierce eye contact with Hazel. She mounted me, lined my dick up with her wet hole, and lowered herself onto me. She trembled again, and I felt her inner walls clench around my hard cock. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, hopeful to last.

Hazel then began fucking me, and if it wasn’t already clear she was demanding control, she grabbed my neck with one hand, using it as her leverage to bounce up and down on me.

“Fucking cum inside me,” She said. I moaned and felt the building of my orgasm. She sped up and continued her demands. “Come on. Cum inside me.”

My orgasm continued to build. All my focus was on her and trying not to cum as fast, despite her telling me to. Out of nowhere, her other hand slapped me firmly on the cheek.

“What the fuck?” I whispered in reaction.

“What, so you can cum in your pants, but you can’t cum in me?” Hazel tightened her grip around my neck, maintained her speed and landed another slap on my cheek. Okay. Time to cum. The feeling grew and grew as she tightened her grip around me. My head started to feel dizzy from the steam and her blocking my blood flow.

“Cum in me like you came in my wet bed,” Hazel demanded, and that was all it took to bring me over the edge. I came aggressively inside her, filling her pussy with rope after rope of my cum. Hazel finally released her grip and sighed. Then, she stepped off me, washed off as much cum as would leak out of her, and left the shower, turning the water off and leaving me alone on the floor.

“What the fuck?” I couldn’t help but continue to whisper. What was that? What came over her? She’s never been dominant like that before. Was that her kink? Is that why she brought it up? And why was she so adamant about me cumming quickly?”

The post-nut clarity allowed me the mind frame to put the pieces together. She was clearly onto me in some capacity. It was pretty hard not to realize at this point that my “accidents” were linked with hers. Was this all some sort of test? Her forcefulness distracted me from the accident in the kitchen, which might have allowed me to hold on for longer. That might have been precisely her intention. Distract me from thinking about her wetting so she could see if it would impact my stamina. Fuck.

As I rose from the shower floor, my knees sore and face pulsating from her tiny hand, I thought… now what? Not that she knows this is the case…do I try to prove her wrong? Do I avoid looking at her any time she has an accident, or hope that when she’s seen the doctor, her accidents seize and things return to normal?

Part of my brain, the horny part, thought that going back to normal would be awful. Her having accidents is the best thing to happen to our sex life in ages. It was my ultimate, while maybe twisted, fantasy. But, it was just that: a fantasy. The rational part of my brain knew that the speed at which I was cumming was not enough to satisfy her. This test was to prove her point, and now it’s time to get back to normal—no more sticky accidents for me.

As I looked in the fogged-up mirror, I had a theory. I loved diapers almost as much as I loved wetting, but as long as they were out of sight under Hazel’s clothes, it's possible I could keep it out of mind enough not to cum in my pants. So maybe, if Hazel wears diapers, I could stay stain-free. I left the bathroom and walked to the bedroom, where Hazel was already dressed in a new outfit and brushing her hair.

I cleared my throat. “So…”

“What took you so long?” Hazel asked.

“I, uh, well, it was just so sudden and intense, and maybe I was confused and-” I blushed and stumbled on my words.

“I meant what took you so long to leave the shower?” Hazel chuckled.

“Oh, I was just drying off and thinking about stuff….”

Alright…what’s on your mind?”

“I…I think maybe the diapers are a good idea. At least for now. That was a big accident there, and, well, I wouldn’t want you to have to worry about that happening all the time. Besides, a doctor would prescribe you diapers…right?”

Hazel thought for a moment, and I swear I caught a smile inch up her lips before she suppressed it. “Sure, baby. You’re right. We’ll go before my doctor’s appointment.”