1X/N: the dream of being a baby.
("1X/N" means "Um Xixi Por Noite", that is, "One Pee At Each Night")
Once upon a time, there was a cat name Yure. That cat, poor thing, had a small problem: he peed the bed. Every night, he would promise to himself to control his wee, but always failed. That night, as usual, he wore his diaper and took a cup of water. Then, he fell asleep. In the dream, he woke up in a crib, much smaller than his bed. He was also sucking on a pacifier! He, who always slept with the lights on, was scared to find everything dark. The dream was very real. It was like he was in his home, in the same place were the bed used to be, except that now the bed was a crib, the lights were off, he was sucking on a pacifier and even had baby mittens. "What is going on?", he thought to himself as the moonlight bathed him through the open window.
Yure spit the pacifier and began to walk around the house, trying to understand what was going on. But he didn't walk a lot before being forced to stop: a strong shudder ran through his spine, coming from his bladder, rising to the brain, coming back down and ending in the pee-pee and tail tip. He had to wee, and had to go at that instant. It was when he noticed what was going on... First, he woke up in a strange place... and now he had to pee. It could only be a dream, caused by his little body's desire to make a little river in his diaper. But he could not allow! If he made a tinkle in the dream, of course he wake up in wet diapers or maybe even on a wet bed! He had to hold it in... but someone approached slowly...
- Hello, Yure! - said Vitória.
Yure was startled and almost relieved himself there and then. He looked behind and asked:
- Waahgwahbgwahbgwabgwahbagaaaa!
He was startled again. The words were not coming out.
- Maybe the little baby wants baba? - asked Vitória. - You look thirsty...
It was now clear: the diaper that he wore at bed time and the desire to wet it were making Yure dream that he was a five-year-old baby.
- Baby wants baby bottle, isn't it? - she asked.
Yure was almost at his limit, the last thing that he would want is more liquid in his body. He tried to refuse:
- Mgumgugagwah! - he the words didn't come out.
- Ah? Perhaps baby doesn't want to take the bottle peacefully? - she asked. - Then I think I'll have to insist with you.
Suddenly, a weird sound was heard coming from behind Yure.
And before Yure could think of a reaction, belts, tied to ellastic ropes, tied him by the wrists and ankles.
- Ahmahmahmah! Agwuhguhguuuuhwaah! - he yelled, trying to fight against the belts, but without success.
Each frustrated attempt at moving shook the pee inside his painfully full bladder.
- What a fatty baby! - said Vitória. - He is so pudgy, looks like a little ball!
Yure wanted to say "stop fat-shaming me", but, even if he could talk, the baby bottle would muffle his voice.
- He's really very chubby - said Vitória, groping Yure's belly. - Really a lot...
Vitória began to push her fingers against Yure's underbelly, pushing the thumbs to feel the squishness of that belly full of milk. But she didn't seem to notice that she was pushing her thumbs right over Yure's pained bladded. Yure felt his pee trying to come out, puhsing against the exit, but he fought, with all that he had, to stay dry. It was when he began to sweat. "Now I really know that this is a dream", he thought, "Cats don't sweat".
Suddenly, the bounds loosened, and Yure fell to the floor.
- Now, do you understand that you have no power over me? - asked Vitória.
Yure, still desperate, not wanting to be bound again, nodded.
- Then, let's give you back your pacifier. With a bonus - she said.
Yure received the pacifier... and a bow.
- What a cute girl! - said Vitória, in a teasing manner.
Yure felt so humiliated, that he wanted to cry, but Vitória would surely mock him further if the tears came out.
After the weight of humiliation began to subside, the urgency to go pee rose again. Yure squeezed his thingy through the diaper, mighty, feeling that a squirt was at the exit. But Vitória pulled his arm, saying:
- Negative! In this household, no girl behaves like a boy!
"What are you talking about?", Yure wanted to ask. Vitória misunderstood it, thinking that Yure was doing something naughty in public: girls don't grab themselves like that!
- I'm gonna teach you to not do naughty stuff like that - she said, forcing Yure to bend over and tying his hand-paws.
Unable to use his hand-paws to hold it in, Yure had to use only his willpower to endure the pressure, the problem is that his will was powerless against his urge to wee. The squirt that threatened to flee escaped indeed, but Yure managed to hold the rest in. "It's the end!", he thought.
- To the room already! - Vitória yelled out.
Yure could barely hear, because his bladder was distracting him. He was still holding himself with all of his might, but Vitória's tugging made him lose more urine. But, as the seconds went by, Yure managed to be in control of his body again, even though he had a damp diaper now. His bladder began to hurt.
- Time to go back to bed - said Vitória, pushing Yure to the crib.
Once in there, Yure comtemplated his situation: desperate, tied and now behind the crib bars, not to mention the ridiculous bow.
- To keep you from waking me up again - said Vitória -, let's make sure that you won't be hungry this night again. What about another round of milk, you naughty girl?
"No more! Please, no more!", Yure wanted to yell, but all that came out was:
- Aaah, gwagwahhgaaaa-yaaaa!
Vitória, using brute force, made Yure drink the milk round, compensating the small leakages and filling his bladder beyond the previous amount.
And the torture went on. Yure was focused, trying to not lose any other droplet. "I can't give her this satisfaction", he thought, "I'll hold on through the whole night." But the effort would soon become unbearable. He began to sweat, feeling the pain of being full, forcing himself to contain it. His bladder felt heavy, taut and warm. He began to cry with the effort of clinging desperately to his last vestiges of dignity. "I have to control myself... I need to stay dry!", even though he wasn't dry anymore. He tried to suppress his moaning, but one and another escaped, while he moved his legs with strength and intensity, throwing his weight from side to side, his movements becoming even more franctic. His body insisted with him to relieve himself, but he continued fighting against the forces of nature. "This is my body!", he repeated to himself, "I am in control!" The fight between his control-desiring soul and his animal side intensified. Second by second, his bladder became fuller and fuller. From time to time, strong pulsations made urine escape and surges. His bladder was beyond capacity and the effort made him blush and feel tired. He had nothing in his mind. His thoughts were blank. Sweat continued to pour from unknown glands. The surges became longer and more frequent, his effort to hold was reduced to an effort of slowing down the progression of embarrassment. He looked up a little, his eyes threatening to turn inside the skull, his body was trembling he was hurting in his entire abdomen. His shallow breath became faster and he was soon drained from all of his forces. Urine began to flow more and more freely as Yure exhausted himself. Defeated, he gave up. He gave a long and deep sigh of relief, his breathing, once shallow and short, became deep and slowed down at each inhaling movement, panting, defeated, destroyed. The diaper filled up against him, become almost scalding hot and finally leaking greatly. It was when words came back to him and he could say to himself:
- I failed. This is the highest level of humiliation that I could ever go through.
It was Yure woke up.
- Oh, no! - he yelled. - Did I wet the bed?
He quickly felt the mattress and groped his diapered front... and felt that his bladder was hurting. He was still full! Which meant that he managed to sleep a dry night! Happy for his bed being dry, he opened the window and yelled:
- I had a dry night!
Yes, little Yure, you really had a dry night. But don't be careless about other kinds of accidents!
End.
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