#omocute

C-can somebody, uh, draw me a picture of irl JFK wetting himself/ j

All I want is for a tough guy to say potty, is that to much to ask for

24th day of 25 days of omo

Fandom: A Christmas Story

Title: Ashamed to say

It was very early in the morning. Nobody in Ralphie’s house was awake besides him, but he knew they would wake up soon.

Ralphie had wet the bed the morning, and did not want a single soul to know he did. So he tried to be quiet as a mouse when changing his clothes so he wouldn’t wake up his little brother. He knew he wasn’t going to have time to clean up his sheets, so he just threw the covers over his sheets and hoped nobody would notice.

Ralphie slowly opened his door and tip toed to the bathroom where he combed his hair and tried to make himself look presentable for the day.

When he opened the door to the bathroom, there was his mother walking down the hall.

“Ralphie, you’re already dressed?” She questioned.

“Yeah, I woke up earlier and thought I should go ahead and get ready for the day.”

“Oh, I was just about to wake you boys up. I’ll just go wake up Randy now.”

“Wait, mom, I’ll get Randy up.”

“You will?”

“Yeah, I’ll help him get dressed and everything.”

“Oh, well ok. Thanks for your help.” His mom then walked downstairs.

Ralphie did not want his mom in his room because he knew she would smell the urine coming from his sheets.

So Ralphie woke Randy up the same way their mother does to them each morning, then he helped him put on some clothes and get ready for the day.

The two boys then walked downstairs where they sat at the table and had a nice breakfast that their mother cooked for them.

After they ate, it was off to school. Ralphie was planning on cleaning his sheets when he returned home, but he was worried that his mom or his dad would come across the wet bed sheets. But he tried to get his mind off it and just focus on school. He tried to tell himself that everything was going to be ok, and his parents wouldn’t find his sheets.

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Frank had the day off that day, so he just spent the day hanging around the house. His wife was out running some errands at that time, so Frank had the house to himself for a little bit.

He went upstairs, but as he passed his boys’ bedroom, he smelt something funny. Their bedroom door was wide open and Frank walked inside to see where the smell was coming from.

He then made the realization that what he was smelling was urine, so he walked over to Randy’s bed and threw off the cover, because Randy did have a tendency to wet the bed. But his sheets weren’t wet, that meant it was coming from Ralphie’s bed.

Frank was a little confused because Ralphie didn’t wet the bed much, he grew out of that. But when he threw the covers off of Ralphie bed, there was a big wet spot right in the middle. Ralphie had wet the bed.

Frank knew Ralphie was probably to embarrassed to tell anyone, and Frank didn’t blame him, it was an embarrassing thing. But Frank didn’t want to make Ralphie feel embarrassed about it, and would talk to Ralphie when he came home from school.

Frank cleaned up the sheets for Ralphie, and tried to get rid of the smell in their room. Frank wanted to keep his son from a lot of embarrassment and didn’t tell his wife when she came home.

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Ralphie sprinted up the stairs to his bedroom the second he walked through the door of his house. But when he pulled the blanket off his bed his heart dropped to his stomach when he saw that his sheets had already been washed.

One of his parents found out. He didn’t know which one but one of them did.

Ralphie just stayed up in his room because he was terrified of going downstairs and his parents talking to his about finding his wet bed sheets. He never wanted to come out, but he knew he was going to have to soon.

It wasn’t long after until the door to his room opened and his father walked in.

“Hi son.” He greeted as he shut the door.

Ralphie’s heart started beating faster as he thought it was his dad who found his sheets and was coming to talk to him about it. Which he was.

“Have a nice day at school?”

“Y-yeah.”

His dad walked further into his room and sat down on the edge of his bed where Ralphie was. “Are you feeling alright, son?”

“Yeah, dad, just fine. Why do you ask?”

“You just seem a little nervous.”

“I’m ok.”

“If you say so, Ralphie. But I did come in here to talk to you about something.”

Ralphie’s heart started to beat even faster. “About what?”

“Well, I saw that you had wet the bed. I cleaned up your sheets this afternoon.”

Ralphie’s cheeks immediately went red with embarrassment.

“I came here to tell you that it’s nothing to be embarrassed about and wetting the bed is normal thing that everyone has dealt with sometime in their lives.”

I know, I know. It’s just embarrassing when it happens, you know.”

“I understand, but you shouldn’t be embarrassed with me and your mother. You should have told one of us when it happened and we would’ve helped you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, it’s ok. But next time it does happen, tell one of us.”

“I will.”

“That’s all I wanted to talk to you about. I love you, Ralphie.”

“I love you too, dad.”

“I’ll leave you alone now.” Frank got up and started to walk towards Ralphie’s door.

“Wait, dad!”

Frank turned around. “What is it, Ralphie?”

“Thanks for cleaning my sheets for me.”

Frank smiled at his son. “You’re welcome, Ralphie.”

23rd day of 25 days of omo

Fandom: A Christmas Story

Title: Sticky Situation

“Alright alright.” Flick said as he walked up to the flag pole.

“Well, go on,” Schwartz demanded.

“I’m goin’, I’m goin’.”

Flick back stiffened, his lips curled in a defiant smear, there was no going back now. He planted his tongue onto the frozen flagpole.

“This is nothing.” Flick said with a lisp. He tried to get it off, but he couldn’t

“Stuck?” He tried again. “Stuck?” He tried even harder. “Stuck?” He tried another time, but he realized that his tongue was not going to come off. “Stuck! I’m stuck! I’m stuck!”

“What did he say?” One of the kids asked.

“Geez, it really worked,” Schwartz said, surprised.

“Schwartz’s old man was right,” Ralphie sounded.

Schwartz put his hands on his hips and said, “Told ya.”

“Hey fellas, help me. Come on!” Flick pleaded, still with his awful lisp.

Flick’s heart raced in his chest as he kept trying to get off the pole, but nothing worked.

“How are we going to get him off?” Schwartz questioned.

“I have no clue,” Ralphie answered.

“We need to tell Miss Shields. She’ll know what to do.” One of their classmates suggested.

“No, if we tell Miss Shields she’ll know we put Flick up to this and we’ll get in trouble.”

“Guys, you gotta help me!” Flick cried. “I’m stuck!” Flick was flailing his arms around, a nervous wreck.

“Sorry, Flick, but we don’t know what to do,” Ralphie patted Flick on the shoulder. “The only thing we can do is pull you off, but that will really hurt.”

Flick was now on the verge of tears. He was going crazy. He was scared. So scared in fact, that he started to wet himself.

“Oh my gosh, Flick’s peeing! Eww!” Schwartz cried as he stepped away from Flick.

Flick didn’t even realize he was peeing himself. He was just so scared that he lost control of his bodily functions. But now, the snow below him started getting yellow and his cheeks got red with utter embarrassment.

“I am peeing! I didn’t even notice! Oh no!”

“Flick must really be panicked to wet himself like that.” Ralphie walked over to Flick again. “I’m sorry Schwartz put you up to this.”

Flick tried to say something but with his lisp, his panic, and crying, it came out like gibberish.

But just then, the bell rang, and everyone started walking back inside.

“What are we going to do?” Schwartz asked again.

“The bell rang, we have to go back inside.”

“But what about Flick?”

“We’re just going to have to leave him out here. Sorry Flick.”

Ralphie and Schwartz started to walk back into the school, feeling guilty about leaving Flick out in the cold with his tongue still on that pole and with wet pants.

“Hey, don’t leave me! Come back! Come back!”

The kids were all in the classroom as Miss Sheilds started taking attendance.

“Ralphie. Schwartz. Flick.” She realized that Flick was not in the classroom. “Flick? Where’s Flick? Has anyone seen Flick?” Miss Sheilds walked over to Ralphie and put her hands on his desk. “Ralphie, do you know where Flick is?”

“No, I haven’t,” he lied.

“Where could he have gone?” Miss Sheilds looked around the classroom and saw that one of her students had her hand up. “Yes, Ester Jane?”

The girl pointed out the window to Flick standing in front of the flagpole with his tongue stuck to it and with a big yellow circle around his feet.

“Oh my Lord!”

Miss Sheilds sprinted out of the classroom and all of the class crowded around the window, looking out to see what was going to happen with Flick.

They all watched as Miss Sheilds pried Flick off of that pole and put her hand under his chin so his tongue wouldn’t bleed on his clothes while she walked him inside.

“Woah, I bet Flick’s in a lot of pain right now,” Ralphie said as he began to walk back to his seat.

“I bet he’s embarrassed as well. Miss Sheilds had to have seen that he wet himself,” Schwartz added.

“Yeah, I would be really embarrassed as well. Poor Flick.”

“This sure has been a sticky situation.”

22nd day of 25 days of omo

Fandom: A Christmas Story

Title: The door locks from the inside

The door locked from the inside, and it closed while Frank was in the room. His heart skipped a beat when he heard that little click. He always makes sure when he is in the closet in the hallway to keep the door open, and he did that this time. But it closed. It closed while he was inside the closet.

To make matters worse, he was alone in the house. His two sons, Ralphie and Randy, were outside with their friends, and his wife was out grocery shopping. This was just his luck.

All he had to do now was wait. Wait for either his sons or wife to come home and get him out of the closet. It shouldn’t take long, he hoped.

Frank pulled the string light in the closet and now he wasn’t in the darkness. The closet was full of the family’s coats, jackets, hats, gloves, and scarves. They were all separated based on who owned them. There was also a box in the corner of the closet with random junk in it that Frank’s wife refused to throw away.

Frank just sat down on the floor of the closet and leaned against the wall. He waited and waited for someone to come by and open the door for him. He was probably going to be in there for a while, based on how long his family will be out.

It wasn’t long before Frank started to feel the need for the bathroom. Now he was really hoping someone would get there because he wasn’t in the mood for having an accident that day. But it wasn’t that bad at first, he could hold it if he tried. Soon, someone would come and open the closet door and he could go to the bathroom.

Frank was fidgeting with his fingers and tapping his foot and he remained sitting on the closet floor. He could feel his bladder get fuller and fuller as the seconds passed. But he stilled remained positive that either his sons or his wife would come home very soon and let him out and he would make it with dry pants.

“Get your mind off your bladder, Frank,” he said to himself. “You’re a grown man, you can hold it. Someone will get here soon.”

Time seemed to go by slower as Frank sat in the cold closet. His bladder kept getting more full, and he was starting to get really uncomfortable.

More minutes passed and Frank started to really need to pee, it was bad. It seemed to get worse every minute. He was now grabbing himself with both of his hands, making sure to not let a single drop out.

“Just relax, Frank. You can hold it.”

He tried to relax himself to get rid of the pain from his full bladder, and he relaxed a little too much because it wasn’t long before he started wetting himself.

Frank didn’t even try to stop the stream, it just felt so good. His bladder stopped aching and he wasn’t uncomfortable anymore, but his pants and the closet floor were both wet. Before, he really wanted someone to come and get him out of the closet, but now he didn’t want anyone to see the accident he just had.

But then, he started to hear the noise of the front door open and the talking and his two sons. He was glad it was his boys instead of his wife because it’s less awkward with them. He was finally saved now.

“I wonder where daddy is.” Frank heard his youngest son say.

Frank then banged on the closet door. “Boys, I’m in here! I’m stuck in the closet!”

“You’re trapped in the closet?” Ralphie questioned.

“Yeah, the door closed on me while I was in here.”

“Oh, well don’t worry, dad, we’ll get you out.”

The closet door finally opened after an hour and a half of Frank being stuck in there. A wave of relief swept through Frank.

Ralphie and Randy kind of just stared at the wet spot on their dad’s pants, looking very confused.

“Hey, I was in there for a long time, it’s not like there’s a toilet in there.”

21st day of 25 days of omo

Fandom: It’s a Wonderful Life

Title: Better hurry up

George laid in his bed snuggled but against his wife. The morning was peaceful, quiet, as Geroge and his entire family was still asleep right before the sun rose.

George was the first to wake up. As he rose he looked down at his peacefully sleeping wife, who looked as beautiful as ever. George passionately kissed her on the forehead.

George then turned over and was filled with panic right as he looked at the clock.

“Oh my gosh, I’m late!” George cried as he jumped out of bed.

“What was that, George,” Mary asked as she woke up.

“Mary, look at the clock.”

Mary looked at the clock on her husband’s bedside table, and when she saw that it read 8:30, she was also panicked.

“Oh dear, we were supposed to be up 2 hours ago. I can’t believe we slept in.”

“I was supposed to be at the bank at 8:00. I hope they don’t care I’m about an hour late.”

George started to quickly taking off his pajamas and tried to get ready as quickly as possible. He was in such a hurry be didn’t even notice the fullness of his bladder. George forgot to use the bathroom like he does every morning when he wakes up, but he didn’t have time to.

“We’re lucky the children don’t have school today, or else they would’ve been very late,” Mary said as she stood up from the bed and put her robe on. “I’m going to get them up and ready now.”

George was fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, trying to get it on a fast as possible. He then quickly put on his pants, his sports coat, and his socks and shoes. Then he ran into the bathroom to comb his hair.

At that moment, George was starting to notice how badly he was needing to pee, but he knew he wasn’t going to have time to use the bathroom, so he was going to wait until he got to the bank. He was squirming around in place a lot and was crossing one leg over the other, making sure he could keep everything in before he got to work.

George made his hair look as decent as possible then grabbed his bag, his hat, and his coat then ran downstairs where his wife was, still squirming.

“I don’t have any time to eat breakfast this morning, dear,” George said as he kissed his wife on the forehead. “Tell the kids that I love them very much and I’ll see them at dinner tonight.”

“Wait, George, I-”

George cut his wife off as he looked down at his watch and said, “10 years working at that bank and this is the first time I’m late.”

“George, maybe you should-”

“Oh dear, how could’ve we slept in so late.”

“George-”

“Well, I have to go now. See you later, Mary. Love ya.” George started to walk out the front door.

“George!”

“What, Mary?”

“Maybe you should use the bathroom first.”

Mary definitely noticed George’s need for the bathroom, it was hard to miss. George’s legs were completely squeezed together as he was almost dancing around in place. He looked like his bladder was about to explode any minute, and that’s how it felt.

“I don’t have any time for that, Mary. I’ll go once I get to the bank.”

“Are you sure about that George, you look like you really need to go? You wouldn’t want to have an accident on the way to work and make yourself even later.”

“I’m a grown man, Mary. I’m not going to have an accident. I can hold it.”

“What if you can’t?”

“I can, Mary. I’ll be fine. Now, I really need to go, I’m already late as it is. Goodbye, Mary.”

“Whatever you say, George. Goodbye.”

George bolted out the door as fast as he could and got into the car. He was out of the driveway in a flash and zoomed down the street.

He was in terrible need of a toilet at this point, he was desperate. His bladder was throbbing. He kept one of his hands on the steering wheel, and the other was tightly gripping his crotch, he tried not to let a single drop out.

But he wasn’t far from his work when he felt himself starting to go. He quickly pulled his hand away from his pants and watched as they became soaked.

“Oh, this is just my luck.” He grumbled.

George quickly turned his car around and started to drive back to his house. Mary was right, he should’ve peed before he left the house. Now, he was later than he would be if he had just used the bathroom. He knew Mary was going to laugh at him for not listening to her, he probably deserved it. He was also kind of scared about his kids seeing him, they’ve never seen their dad wet himself before. He was supposed to be the adult that his kids look up to, maybe if they see he has had an accident like a child, they’ll think less of him. Or maybe he was just overthinking. He should’ve just listened to his wife.

20th day of 25 days of omo

Fandom: A Christmas Story

Title: Tired eyes

“You guys must be very tired after the day you’ve had.” Ralphie and Randy’s dad said as he opened the car door for the boys. “But now we’ll drive home and you boys can get some rest.”

“I’m really sleepy daddy,” Randy said as he climbed into the car.

“I know, son. But you can get a good night’s rest when we get home.”

Ralphie climbed into the car after Randy. He was very tired that night but he didn’t admit it. Ralphie also had to pee a little bit as well, so he couldn’t wait to get home so he could use the bathroom then sleep in his warm bed.

Their dad got into the driver’s seat of the car and out in the keys. “Ready to go, boys?”

“Yes, daddy,” Randy replied.

“What about you, Ralphie?”

“Ready,” he answered, sounding exhausted.

“Poor boy. Well, let’s go home then.”

He started to drive off. Ralphie had his head leaning on the window of the car, almost half asleep. His eyes were heavy and it was getting to be hard to keep him open. After a while, Ralphie drifted off to sleep with his head still on the car window.

Randy was just looking out the window the entire time. Though he was very tired, he didn’t fall asleep. He was excited to get home just as much as Ralphie and get some rest. It had been a long and tiring day for both of the boys so they were both very sleepy.

“Did Ralphie fall asleep?” Their dad questioned.

Randy looked over and saw Ralphie dead asleep on the window. “Yeah, Ralphie’s asleep.”

“He must have really been tired. Well, just don’t disturb him, Randy. Let him get some rest. When we get home I’ll carry him up to his room.”

“Ok, daddy. I won’t wake him.”

Randy went back to staring out the window and their dad went back to driving. The whole car was silent as all three of the boys were really tired.

Minutes went by and their dad started to smell something weird, so did Randy. So he looked back at the boys and his eyes went to Ralphie’s pants. He immediately stopped the car and pulled over to the side of the road.

“Why did you stop, daddy?” Randy asked.

“Randy, wake up your brother.”

“But you told me-”

“I know what I told you, Randy, but you need to wake him up.”

When Randy looked over at his older brother, he knew exactly why his dad wanted him to wake him up. So Randy nudged Ralphie’s shoulder and tried to get him up.

“Ralphie, wake up.”

Ralphie’s eyes slowly opened and he looked over at his little brother. “Randy, why are you waking me?” Randy pointed to Ralphie’s pants and looked down. “Oh my gosh!”

“Son, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.” His dad said from the front seat. “It was just an accident.”

“How could this have happened.”

“Well, you were probably just too tired to realize you had to use the bathroom.”

“I’m so sorry about this dad. I got it all over the seats.”

“Hey, don’t be sorry, and don’t worry about the seats. Everything is alright. You just had a little accident. Happens to everyone from time to time.”

“I just can’t believe I did this.”

“Don’t get yourself all worked up, Ralphie. Everything is fine, nobody died.”

“Yeah, it’s ok Ralphie. We’re not mad at you.” Randy said as he hugged his older brother.

“Well, thanks, Randy. But I’m still sorry for what happened.”

“Raphie, seriously, you don’t need to be sorry. It’s just a bit of pee.”

“Well, thanks for being so understanding about it, dad.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“It’s just…before-”

“That’s all in the past now, Ralphie. I don’t yell at you boys for your accidents anymore. You know that.”

“Just thanks.”

“No problem, son. I love you, Ralphie.”

“I love you too, dad. You won’t tell mom about this, will you?”

“If you don’t want me to, I won’t. But do you want me to?”

“No, definitely not.”

“Ok then, I won’t tell her. When we get home we’ll wash you up and get you to bed. After that, we’ll pretend that this never happened.”

The rest of the car ride to their house was silent. Not any of the boys said a word to each other. Ralphie has an adrenaline rush and couldn’t go back to sleep, so he just stared out the window the rest of the car ride.

When they got home, Ralphie immediately rushed out of the car and into the house. He quickly changed out of his soiled clothes and into some clean pajamas.

Right when he and Randy climbed into their beds, ready to go to sleep when their bed came in to tell them goodnight.

“Goodnight, Randy.” He kissed him on the forehead. “Sleep tight, son. I love you.”

“Love you too, daddy.”

Then we walked over to Ralphie’s bed and kissed him on the forehead. “Goodnight, Ralphie.”

“Goodnight, dad.”

“I know you may feel a little embarrassed about what happened tonight, but just try to forget it. It was just an accident and nothing to be ashamed of.”

“I know, dad.”

“Just making sure you do. I love you, Ralphie. Goodnight.”

Ralphie and Randy’s dad left their bedroom, allowing the boys to get what they’ve been waiting for that entire night, a good night’s rest in their warm bed.

19th day of 25 days of omo

Fandom: The polar express

Title: Accident on the Polar Express

I gave these characters made up names since they didn’t have names in the movie

Was Micheal the only one who had to pee after drinking all that hot chocolate? Because he was looking around seeing him anyone of the other kids were going to the bathroom so he’ll know where it is, but no one has.

So Micheal just sat there in the train seat with a very full bladder, trying not to wet himself, as the nerdy kid in front of him kept talking about everything he knew about the train they were on. Micheal wasn’t really paying attention to what he was saying, just nodded his head every time he spoke.

Micheal sat under his hands so he wouldn’t grab himself, he didn’t want anyone on the train to know he had to pee. He didn’t know any of these people, he didn’t want them to know he has bodily functions.

He kept shifting in his seat, he really didn’t want to have an accident on the train. If he was to, the train conductor would probably be furious with him.

Micheal stared out the window while the kid in front of him kept talking. He wondered how long it would take until they all got to the North Pole. He also wondered if there were bathrooms at the North Pole. Maybe when they got there he would sneak off and try to find one. If he couldn’t, he was just going to have to go in the snow. Hopefully, no one would see him.

After a few minutes of just looking out the window, he felt a poke on his shoulder.

“What did you say your name was?” The girl behind said as he turned around.

“Micheal. And you’re Grace, right?”

“Yeah, that’s my name.”

“So, what do you want?”

“Just wanted to see if you are okay, that’s all.”

“Why do you want to know if I’m ok?”

“Well, just look around. Everyone is being loud, laughing, and having fun, but you’re here sitting looking like you’re sad or something.”

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yup, as good as could be.”

“Are you just one of those quiet people then?”

“Yes, that’s me. Quiet Micheal.”

Micheal really wasn’t a quiet person, it was just right now he was very uncomfortable because of his full bladder and didn’t really feel like talking to anyone at the moment.

“That’s ok, sometimes I’m quiet as well. Mind if I sit next to you?”

Micheal didn’t actually want Grace to sit next to him because she might catch on to his squirming and find out that he has to pee real bad. And what if he has an accident, it will probably get all over her.

“Are you sure? This know-it-all kid will probably drive you crazy.” He whispered.

“Oh, Dillon. I’m used to him. Before you got on he was telling me everything he’s been telling you. It’s fine.”

“Ok, you can sit next to me,” Micheal said as he scooted over so she could sit down.

“Thanks.”

Micheal was trying not to squirm that much, but it was hard because he really needed to go. He was almost on the brink of an accident but hoped and prayed that it wouldn’t happen.

“So, how old are you, Micheal?”

“T-ten.”

“I’m ten as well.”

There was more awkward silence between the two kids for about 5 minutes. Micheal’s bladder kept getting fuller and fuller by the second, making him even more uncomfortable. He knew he wasn’t going to make it to when they got to the North Pole, but he kept trying.

“Micheal, can I ask you something?” Grace questioned.

“Sure.”

“Are you absolutely sure you are ok, you look very in distress?”

“As I said before, I am fine.”

“I can always tell when something’s is wrong with somebody. If something is wrong I can try and help you with it.”

“You can’t help me with this.”

“Maybe I can, and I can’t if you don’t tell me.”

Micheal started to get really annoyed with Grace. “Grace, I’m fine! I can deal with this on my own. I’m not telling you what’s wrong with me.”

“Ok then, sorry for annoying you.”

Micheal did realize how that he was kind of hard on Grace, and he started to feel bad for blowing up in her face. She was only trying to help him. He didn’t need to yell at her like he did.

“Actually, I’m sorry Grace. I shouldn’t have screamed at you like I did. I’m just…a bit uncomfortable.”

“Do you want me to move and go back to my seat?”

“No, you don’t have to. Why I’m uncomfortable has nothing to do with you. It’s just…I can’t say.”

“Want me to get the train conductor? Maybe he can help you.”

“Please don’t. I don’t want anyone to know about this.”

It was then, when Micheal felt the first drop come out, and his heart started to race.

“Oh no,” he mumbled under his breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, I didn’t say anything.”

“Sounded like you did.”

“You were just hearing things.”

Micheal felt a few more drops come out, and he really started to panic. He tried to hold it in as best he could, but his eyes gathered tears from the strain.

“Micheal it looks like you’re crying.”

“Crying? I’m not crying. Winter allergies, that’s all.”

“Alright, whatever you say.”

More and more drops came out. Micheal looked at his pajama pants and realized a wet spot was started to grow. He tried to hold it in, but it was no use.

“No!” Micheal cried as a stream started.

Grace, who wasn’t paying any mind to Micheal at the time and was starring down the rows, heard this yell and turned her head. “What’s the matter, Micheal.” But she immediately saw Micheal’s pants and seat get soaked. She quickly stood up from the seat so she wouldn’t get any of Micheal’s urine on her.

Dillon heard all the commotion from behind him and turned his head to see what was going on. “Woah, you wet yourself.”

“Yeah, I think I can see that, Dillon.”

“Somebody outta get the conductor.”

“No, please don’t do that, Dillon.”

“He’s going to find out anyway. You think he’s not going to notice the huge puddle on the floor.”

“Just please don’t get him, Dillon.”

“Fine, whatever you say.”

Micheal looked over at Grace who was just kind of starring at the mess he made. “Was this what was wrong with you?”

“Yeah, I really had to pee but didn’t know where the bathrooms were, so I tried to hold it, but I couldn’t.”

“Why didn’t you ask the conductor where the bathrooms are.”

“I was embarrassed. I don’t like it when people know I have to pee.”

“You don’t really have to be embarrassed, Micheal. Everyone uses the bathroom.”

“I know that. Still, I’m embarrassed by it.”

“That’s ok, Micheal. Sometimes I get embarrassed when I have to tell someone I have to use the bathroom. But they don’t care, because they use the bathroom too. It’s really nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Well, thanks for the lecture, I guess. But what I am going to do about this?” Micheal pointed to the puddle on the floor of the train.

“I guess we can just clean it up real quick before the conductor sees. But I don’t know what we’re going to do about your pajamas.”

It wasn’t long after until the conductor came in. “Hey, what’s all the commotion about in here?” He asked as he walked in.

“Micheal wet himself! There’s urine all over the seat!” Dillon pointed to the seat behind him.

“What?” The conductor started to walk over to where Micheal was seated.

Micheal’s heart dropped to his stomach as he tried to prepare himself for the embarrassment he’s going to face once the conductor saw him.

Once the conductor did get to Micheal’s seat, Micheal held his head down, not wanting to make eye contact with him. His heart raced even faster in his chest as his cheeks grew red with embarrassment.

“Micheal, are you alright?”

Micheal still didn’t make eye contact with him he mumbled out a “yes.”

“What happened? What made you wet yourself?”

Micheal was to embarrassed to talk so he just sat there with his head still down, not saying anything.

Grace saw how embarrassed Micheal looked, so she stood in front of the conductor and said, “Micheal had to go the bathroom pretty badly, but he was to scared to ask where the bathrooms were, so he held it in. But he couldn’t hold it.”

The conductor pushed Grace out of the way and looked at Micheal. “Is that the reason?” Micheal nodded, still not looking up. “It’s ok, Micheal, accidents happen. But you really should’ve asked me. I understand you may have been embarrassed but you shouldn’t be. But this isn’t the first time something like this has happened on this train.” The conductor put his hand on Micheal’s shoulder. “Now, I’ll lead you to the bathroom so you can wash up and change, and I’ll have some people come and clean up the seat and the floor.”

“Change? I don’t have anything to change into.”

“The Polar Express is always prepared, Micheal. We have pajamas for you to change into. Come along now.”

Micheal stood up from his seat and the conductor lead him to the train’s bathroom.

18th day of 25 days of omo

Fandom: A Christmas Story

Title: We’re stuck in an elevator

“Shoot!” Frank yelled as he hit the elevator door. “These stupid elevator doors won’t open.”

“Daddy, are we stuck in here?” Randy asked.

“Yes, Randy, I’m afraid we are.”

“Are we gonna be stuck in here forever?” Randy started to become scared.

“No, Randy. The doors will open eventually. When they do, I don’t know.”

“How long do you think it will be?” Ralphie asked.

“It could be in 10 minutes, an hour, a day, or a week. Who knows.”

“I don’t want to be in here for a week!” Randy gasped.

“It most likely won’t happen, Randy. The doors will open sooner or later. Now, we just have to pass the time.”

“What will we do?” Ralphie questioned.

“I don’t know, think of something, boys.”

The three guys just stood there in the elevator not saying a word to each other, and it was like this for the next 20 minutes. Until Randy spoke up.

“Daddy?”

“What is it, Randy?”

“I have to go the bathroom.”

“I have to as well, Randy. What about you, Ralphie?”

“Uh, maybe a little bit.”

“Do you think you boys can hold it?”

“I think I can,” Ralphie said.

“I don’t know, daddy. I have to go really bad.”

“Just try your best to hold it, Randy. I have to go pretty bad as well.”

“What if I can’t hold it?”

“If you have an accident, you have an accident. It won’t be a big deal. We’ll just go home and get you cleaned up. But just try hard to keep it all in.”

“I will daddy.”

Frank started to tap his foot against the floor of the elevator. He actually really needed to go to the bathroom, but he wasn’t in the mood to have an accident that day, especially in front of his two sons. He just tried to stay positive and hoped the doors would soon.

Ralphie crossed one leg over the other. Even though he said he had to go a little, it was a lie, he really needed to go. Really badly. But he didn’t want to make his dad deal with two very full bladdered kids. So he kept quiet.

Randy had both of his hands grabbing himself as he stood right in the middle of the elevator. Both Ralphie and his dad felt a lot of empathy for him, because they knew he had to go badly and he was probably in a lot of pain.

“Alright boys, the best way to ease the pain of our very full bladders is just to get our minds off of them. So, how is school going for you guys?”

“Good,” Randy answered, “my teacher is nice, and we color a lot. I also love recess.”

“Very nice, Randy. What about you, Ralphie?”

“Uh, school’s going fine. My grades are good as well, but I did get a C+ on my last theme writing.”

“A C+?” Ralphie’s dad questioned.

“Yeah, I don’t think I did that good on the margins.”

“Oh, well I guess there are worse grades you could get. A C+ isn’t all that bad.”

Then there was more awkward silence among the boys. All three of them didn’t really know what to say or what to talk about.

Ralphie started to get a little more fidgety, so did Randy. Their dad was just standing in the corner of the elevator, leaning up against the wall, shifting around in place.

Ralphie was the first to go. He was in the other corner of the elevator, squirming a lot, with his bladder getting ready to bust. He was gripping the sides of his pants, straining hard as he tried to keep it all in, but it all came out.

“No no no no!” Ralphie cried as he felt his bladder start to relax uncontrollably.

“What’s wrong, Ralphie?” His dad questioned. But when he saw his son’s pants start to get wet and heard the splatter of liquid hitting the floor, he knew exactly what was going on.

Ralphie’s face went cherry red with embarrassment as he tried not to look at his dad or little brother.

“You must feel better now.” His dad said almost jokingly.

“I-I’m sorry.”

“There’s no need to apologize, Ralphie, everything is okay. We’re probably going to be in here for a while so something like this was bound the happen. I will most likely go the same thing by the time we get out.” Frank seeing his son wet himself made him have to go even more.

And he was the next to go. It was only a little bit after Ralphie had an accident when he started to have one as well. He was standing in the corner when all of a sudden, he felt his pants start to get wet.

He didn’t even try to stop the stream, he just let it all out because it felt amazing. It felt good to not have a full bladder anymore.

Ralphie and Randy stared at their dad as was in the corner wetting himself with his eyes closed and a huge smile on his face.

“Woo, that feels good.” Frank then turned his attention towards his youngest son. “Since Ralphie and I just peed ourselves, it’d make no difference if you did as well. So just let it all out.”

“Are you sure, daddy?”

“Yeah, just go.”

“Okay then.” Randy took his hands away from his crotch, spread his legs apart, and started to relax himself.

Now, the entire elevator was covered with urine, and the smell was awful. But the three of them didn’t really care, they were just relieved that their bladders weren’t aching anymore.

“Boys, let’s agree that we’ll never talk about what happened today. Don’t even tell your mother about this.”

“Okay, dad,” Ralphie said.

“I won’t tell mommy,” Randy added.

“Alright, thanks, boys.”

It wasn’t long until the elevator doors started to open, and a wave of relief spread throughout the boys.

“Well, it’s about time. Let’s go now boys.”

ask I got on my Twitter and I miss random different wetting scenarios so wanted to share here also :3