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Anon |
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This story is entirely fictional and every name has been made up. Any similarities are purely coincidental.
Before you read this story I highly recommend that you click on the link below to get background information on cubs because you will understand and enjoy the story more.
I hope you enjoy my story. Please email me with feedback once you’ve read.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cub_Scouts_(The_Scout_Association)
Five 8th
Sam yawned, he was the young leader of the troop. At fourteen years of age he was fairly young for a leader. Despite his age, he was very experienced. He had undergone young leader training and passed all the first aid and counselling courses with distinction.
He first joined the troop at six when he started at beavers, then when he was eight he moved up to cubs and finally scouts. After becoming too old for scouts on his fourteenth birthday, Sam became a helper at the cub pack. The kids all liked Sam, he was very popular amongst the cubs. He was their role model and like an elder brother to them. Sam sighed as he set about strapping all the kids into their booster seats.
“Sam, how long does the drive take?” Thomas Clackson the cheery nine-year-old boy Sam was currently strapping in asked.
“About seven
hours, it’s a long journey to
Sam finally finished strapping the boys in and sat himself down at the back, next to eight-year-old Frankie Townsend. Frankie had short brown hair and had a cute boyish face. Frankie was rarely seen without a smile. Although he was fairly short for his age and looked about six, he had the maturity of someone much older than him.
“Alright mate?” Sam asked “You excited about this trip, it’s your first ever camp isn’t it Frankie.”
Frankie nodded eagerly, as the minibus pulled out of the driveway. A chorus of cheers went up as the cubs realised they were leaving, whilst mothers frantically waved goodbye to their children from the pavement outside.
*
Sam felt relaxed as the minibus trundled along the motorway, he had the whole summer holiday ahead of him and it felt good knowing that he had six weeks of relaxation ahead of him before he had to go back to school in September.
Sam was in an excellent mood because he achieved excellent results in his end of year tests and his parents so promised to reward him for his efforts in the past school year. The rest of the cubs shared his jovial mood. The minibus was a great atmosphere, the radio was drowned out by the constant shrieks of laughter let out by a load of hyper kids who were evidently enjoying themselves.
They had only been travelling for about an hour but all the kids had all polished off their packed lunches and guzzled endless amounts of fizzy drinks. Sam knew that they would need to delay putting up the tents to allow the cubs to run about and burn off some energy.
“Sam, I need a wee,” Frankie said, holding his cub trousers as if to illustrate the point.
“Why am I not surprised, you’ve drunk enough coca cola in the past hour to last a lifetime. You’ll just to hold it in Frankie, there’s nothing anyone can do right now as we’re on the motorway,” replied Sam.
Sam knew declaring the need for the loo was something that was common in kids. Whenever they got the slightest of indication that they needed the toilet they normally let you know all about it, he was sure Frankie would just forget all about needing the loo.
*
What goes up must come down. The kids had been really hyper and excited for the first two hours of the journey and had worn themselves out, most of them were asleep and the remaining ones who were awake were drifting off to sleep.
Apart from Frankie, he had spent the spent the last half hour fidgeting in his car seat, swinging his legs and knocking his knees together. Sam knew the poor boy was busting to pee, Sam had told Sue that she would have to stop at the next service station in his walkie-talkie so the cubs could have a toilet stop and refresh themselves.
He didn’t let Frankie know, but Sue had driven past the service station because she wanted to make good progress whilst the cubs were asleep. Sam was nervous now because Frankie was now asking him how long until they arrived at the loos every minute, which could mean only one thing. He was about to burst. Frankie looked extremely uncomfortable and was constantly fidgeting.
Sam allowed Frankie to undo his seatbelt and sit on his lap to help him relax. That didn’t work, Frankie just squirmed around on his lap. Frankie whimpered and grabbed his private area.
“It hurts Sam, how long until I can go?” he groaned.
“Not long now Frankie, you’re doing great. Just carry on being brave you’ll be able to go soon,” soothed Sam.
Frankie was now wriggling around on Sam’s lap like mad. Sam’s heart sunk as he saw a small wet patch grow on Frankie’s cub trousers. Water tricked down the side of Frankie’s leg. Frankie grabbed his crotch, desperately trying to stem the flow of water, but it kept on coming. Warm water gushed all around Frankie’s trousers and trickled onto Sam’s lap. Frankie felt helpless as his trousers kept on becoming more and more soaked, the boy had two litres of coca cola in him and it was all coming out. The water was now trickling down onto the floor around them, Frankie started sobbing.
“I’m so sorry Sam, I couldn’t hold it,” he wept.
Frankie didn’t know what to say, his cheeked flushed bright red and tears trickled down the eight year-olds cheeks.
Sam didn’t know what to say either, he wasn’t at all annoyed with Frankie but he couldn’t help feeling awkward. The boy had done well to hold it in for so long. He just let Frankie cry on his shoulder. Soon Frankie was fast asleep, spread out on Sam’s lap in his drenched cub trousers, leaving Sam in a very uncomfortable situation. Sam laid Frankie’s coat over his lap hiding the wet mess to prevent the other Cubs from seeing Frankie’s massive wet patch and realising what had happened.
The minibus pulled into the services. The most of the cubs were awake now and thankfully none of them had realised that Frankie had an accident.
Sue led the cubs to the toilets, leaving Sam to deal with Frankie. Sam waited until the other cubs were out of sight before nudging Frankie awake. He felt so much pity for the guy when he looked at Frankie’s anguished face as he woke up remembering that he had wet himself earlier. Frankie felt like a total baby and was really annoyed with himself.
“C’mon mate,” said Sam trying to sound as gentle as possible “It’s okay, nothing to worry about, now which one of these bags belongs to you?”
“The blue one,” answered Frankie “Why do you want it?”
“Well we can’t have you sitting in those clothes for the rest of the trip, we still have five hours left. I’m just getting a change of pants and trousers for you.”
Sam grabbed some pants, socks, navy blue jogging bottoms and a power-rangers towel out of Frankie’s bag and gave them to him.
“Now go and dry yourself off and get changed in the minibus, hand your wet clothes to me once you’re finished.”
Whilst Frankie was changing, Sam phoned Sue to ask her to take the kids to the arcade whilst he cleaned up. Sam changed into a new pair of jeans, got some deodorant from his bag and set about cleaning the floor and the seat that Frankie wetted. He gave the minibus a blast from his deodorant and sprayed the seat mask the now slightly putrid smell. He then moved Frankie’s booster seat up to the front next to Sue.
“Frankie, I’m just moving you up the front next to Akela, there isn’t room at the back because the seat is still too wet.”
“Okay, thanks Sam,” Frankie replied as he handed his soggy clothes to Sam, who placed them in a Sainsbury’s plastic carrier bag.
“There’s a washing machine in the utility room on the site, so I’ll wash them tomorrow morning, so you’ll have to wear the clothes you are currently wearing tomorrow as well, otherwise you’ll end up running out of clothes. In future Frankie, make sure you go to the toilet before we leave and don’t drink as much whilst we are travelling. I won’t be pleased if this happens again on the way back.”
Frankie nodded sheepishly, he still felt embarrassed, but the problem had been dealt with and Frankie knew there were an exciting couple of weeks ahead to enjoy.
Just then, Sue arrived back with the cubs.
“Frankie, are you all right now?” Sue asked “Don’t worry about being teased, only Sam and I know about your, err, little episode.”
“I’m fine Akela and you won’t tell anyone will you? Including my mum and dad?” Frankie inquired.
“Of course not, why would I be so cruel!” smiled Sue, before telling all the cubs to stop mucking about and get in the minibus. Sam hopped on and sat between Frankie’s best friends- eight year-olds James Pudson and Joe Gardner.
*
Sam could finally relax again, he had the sun beaming down on him and was listening to his favourite songs on his i-pod. James had fallen asleep again but Joe was wide-awake and was stuffing himself silly with chocolate that he purchased at the service station. He seemed to be enjoying himself getting on Sam’s nerves by asking him millions of questions. Joe was the complete opposite to James and Frankie who were relatively quiet boys, it was a wonder why the three got on so well. Joe was extremely chatty and he loved to play the clown, he felt great when he got everyone laughing. Joe wasn’t a nasty or boisterous boy though. He was loving and kind and when he wasn’t annoying you to bits, he was a great person to be with. Joe was often mistaken for James’ twin brother as they both had fair hair and small round faces, they were both skinny and the average height for an eight year-old.
Frankie was also in a joyful mood sat in the front talking excitedly to Akela about all the activities they were going to do. Frankie liked Akela, she could be really strict sometimes but she continuously works her socks off so they can have a brilliant time. However, she could be scary sometimes, if you don’t play ball with her, she doesn’t play ball with you. In other words, if you behave and are polite, she’ll do her best to make sure you had a enjoyable experience at Cub’s. If you misbehave, you sit out activities and got sent home from camps.
Sue knew the cubs respected her; she was Akela (the leader of a cub pack) after all. She had been going on camps for fifty years since the age of two. She also had a ton of leadership experience; she first became a leader when she was twenty-two years old. Thirty years on and she knows how to run a cub pack inside out.
Sue wasn’t angry with Frankie for wetting himself, although she was a bit frustrated that he didn’t go for a wee before they left. She also knew it was partly her fault, she misjudged how badly Frankie needed to go and presumed he would be able to hold on for another hour or so. She felt guilty for driving past the first service station they came to. Sue was grateful towards Sam for the way he handled it. Frankie would’ve been inconsolably upset and embarrassed had it been anyone else. Sue had dealt with accidents many times before but never as well as Sam.
The gravel crunched beneath the wheels of the minibus as it rolled into the drive of Oaks Park Campsite. Sam had been here twice before as a young boy in cubs and had fond memories of rolling in the mud getting mucky with his friends, lighting fires and eating in the site’s small building.
“Are we there?” asked James.
“Yep, this is it,” Sam grinned, “Great place, well worth the long journey to get here, this campsite is perfect.”
*
“Are we done now?” yawned Max Edwards, looking at the six-man patrol tent they had just erected.
“Yep, that’s it,” replied Sue “You guys need to take your stuff out the minibus, unpack your sleeping gear and lay down your bedding. Once you’ve done that you need to put your bags in the building. Then you can have a nap whilst Sam and I cook dinner, I’m sure setting up camp will have worn you out.”
The cubs raced off to the minibus to get their kit. Max plucked his bag from underneath the pile and headed back to their tent. Max turned nine last week, and was eager to try out his brand new sleeping bag that he got for his birthday. His previous one was full of holes and gave no protection against the cold.
Max was the kind of boy who could be timid and quiet one day, but rowdy and mischievous the other. He had jet-black hair, and was fairly tall for his age. He was nearly big enough to not have to use a booster seat. This pleased Max as his mum and dad wouldn’t buy a booster seat for him since he would not need one for much longer. Instead, Max was forced to use a baby seat- the kind that was used by toddlers.
Max unfolded his new sleeping bag and crawled into it. It was warm and cosy and felt like heaven compared with his last one. Slowly, Max and all the other cubs drifted off to sleep.
The heat from the campfire was making Sam drowsy, he stared into his empty mug of hot chocolate and yawned. It had been a very long day, and he was bloated from the huge dinner that everyone had just wolfed down. Finally, Sue suggested they should call it a day and head off to bed.
“The bathroom is in the building, next to the hall where we ate dinner. You can get changed into your pyjamas in the bathroom. Make sure you clean your teeth, have a wash and go to the toilet.”
It was the time Thomas Clackson had been dreading. Tom regularly wet his bed. He was embarrassed about it and was paranoid his friends where going to find out so he had asked his mum to keep it private and not tell Akela or Sam about it. Tom’s bedwetting had also affected his self-esteem. He was usually a cheerful guy but whenever he though about bedtime and his problem, a wave of despair flowed over him. Tom could be quite immature and he behaved like a baby sometimes, he cried very easily. Tom had brown hair and like Frankie, was really short for his age. Tom loved football and played even played for Arsenal F.C under 10’s.
Tom got his pyjamas and wash bag out of his bag. Then he waited until everyone else had gone before delving further into his bag to find his packet of pull-ups. He checked that nobody was around before taking one out and wrapping it in his pyjamas so that it was hidden from view.
Tom ran to the bathroom, constantly checking that the pull-up wasn’t showing and waited for a free cubicle.
“Tom, what kept you?” Frankie asked as he stepped out of the toilet cubicle in his bob the builder pyjamas.
Tom scrambled for an excuse. “I couldn’t find my pyjamas, they were right at the bottom of my bag.”
Tom locked the toilet door, kicked of his trainer and pulled his pants and trousers down. Sighing miserably, he slipped his pull-up on and put on his pyjamas. Tom looked down, fearful that the pull-up was bulging through his pyjama bottoms. Thankfully, the bulge was slight and Tom breathed a sigh of relief as he walked back to the tent. His pull-up made a rustling sound as he climbed into his sleeping back. Praying for a dry night, Tom closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep.
Chapter 4
Tom was travelling at the speed of light steering a spaceship through a meteor shower, when his best friend Max nudged him awake.
“You awake now?” he asked excitedly.
“Yeah, I am now,” groaned Tom, letting out a big yawn.
“Akela said breakfast will be ready in two hours, and we have free time to do stuff until then, but we aren’t allowed out of the campsite,” grinned Max as he left the tent, taking care not to wake Frankie and James, who were still sound asleep, up.
“Where are you going?” Tom inquired.
“To play football, you want to play?”
Tom shook his head, “Nah, I’m okay thanks.”
As Max went of to play football, Tom reached down into his pyjama bottoms to check his pull-up. Tom felt his pull-up and was gutted to find out that had filled it. The pull-up felt cold and damp and was bulging through his pyjama bottoms from the extra fluid it received. At least it wasn’t the worst possible scenario- it hadn’t leaked.
Fighting back tears, Tom changed into his favourite clothes: an Arsenal F.C replica t-shirt and a pair of tatty Nike jogging bottoms. He placed his soggy pull-up in a bin liner and raced off towards the main building to dispose of it.
Tom wandered into the utility room and buried his pull-up beneath piles of rubbish in the bin. Satisfied, Tom spun around and was startled to find Sam staring at him giving him a very suspicious look.
“What are you up to?” probed Sam.
Tom squirmed, “Um, I, err, am just exploring. Yeah, I’m just exploring. What are you doing?”
“Frankie spilt hot chocolate down his trousers yesterday, I’m washing them for him,” Sam lied, knowing that it wasn’t hot chocolate that Frankie had spilt over his trousers in the minibus yesterday, “I thought I saw you put something in the bin, are you sure you were just exploring?”
Tom didn’t know where to look, his cheeks turned beetroot red as he squirmed on the spot. Sweat trickled down his forehead as Sam flipped the bin lid open and dug down to the bottom.
“Tom, did you put this nappy in here?” questioned Sam.
Tom knew he couldn’t hide it any longer. “You won’t tell anyone will you, if anyone finds out I wet….”
Tom couldn’t manage the last words. He started sobbing, mainly out of embarrassment and fear.
“Don’t worry mate, you can’t help it. You should’ve told me or Akela, then could’ve dealt with it discretely.”
“I know, but it’s too embarrassing. I hate wetting the bed, it’s what babies do.”
“Tom, you know it’s normal to wet the bed. I wet the bed until I was seven when I was little, it’s way more common than you think. Do you want to give me your packet of nappies to look after?”
“They’re not nappies, they’re pull-ups. Nappies are what babies wear in the daytime,” Tom protested.
“Sorry, your pull-ups. I’ll look after them, someone might find them.”
“But, I need them for night time.”
Sam smiled. “Yeah I know that. I was planning to give you one before you get changed.”
“Okay, shall I get them now?” asked Tom.
“Nah, It’s breakfast now. I’ll get them after we’ve eaten.”
*
Sam forked up a load of bacon and wolfed it down.
“Is everything okay with Tom?” Sue asked him.
“Oh yeah, just a bedwetting problem. He tried to hide a wet pull-up in the utility room bin whilst I was washing the trousers that Frankie wet himself in. Tom was so preoccupied with hiding his pull-up he didn’t realise that I was right behind him watching the whole thing. Poor guy, he seemed pretty distressed about it when he realised I found out.”
“Have you sorted it out, is Tom alright?”
Sam shrugged. “I think so. Oh yeah, I said I’d look after his packet of pull-ups for him. I suppose I should get them now while the cubs are eating breakfast. I’ll see you in a minute.”
*
Sue had planned to go canoeing but the weather was pretty bad, so they decided to go to an indoor rock-climbing centre and save canoeing for tomorrow.
“Frankie, have you had a wee?” whispered Sam.
“Yes,” lied Frankie, as he clambered into the minibus.
They arrived at the centre at noon. Rain hammered against the minibus roof as Sue looked for a place in the packed car park.
“Typical British summer weather, it’s bloody chucking it down,” complained Sue as she scanned the car park for an available space. “The centre will be packed, thank god I booked a wall early this morning.”
Finally, Sue found a parking space and everyone raced off into the cover of the warm, toasty reception.
“Good morning, how may I help you?” asked the lady at reception.
“Hello,” Sue smiled. “I booked a climbing wall for group of eight this morning for a party of eight with six under twelve’s. Booked under the name of Susan.”
“Yes, the wall is yours ‘till five o’clock. Please take the time to read the health and safety rules before you start. Please be aware that TreeJumping indoor activity centres take no responsibility for injuries and accidents so costumers are advised that they use our facilities at their own risk,” the receptionist said friendly, handing over a leaflet and a map of the centre. “You will find your harnesses in your changing room, which is changing room number four. I hope you have a great time.”
The cubs piled into the changing room. In his eagerness to get the peg next to James and Frankie, Joe accidentally barged into Max on his way to a peg. Max lost his footing and fell to the ground.
“Watch where you are going, you twat,” shouted Max, squaring up to Joe.
“What did you call me?” spat Joe bitterly.
“I called you a twat, dingus. Do your ears not work as well?” Max taunted.
Joe wasn’t going to let Max take the mickey out of him, he stepped forward and gave Max an almighty shove. Max angrily shoved him back.
“You want a piece of me you bastard?” he screamed.
Joe kicked out at Max, connecting with his shin. In return, Max threw a badly aimed punch at Joe. Joe ducked and knocked Max of balance a shoved him to the ground. Max grabbed hold of Joe’s t-shirt and brought him down with him. The two thrashed around, furiously cursing each other. Max was tugging at a clump of Joe’s hair, whilst Max was repeatedly punching Joe in the cheek. Joe head butted Max in the nose, but Max got an arm round Joe’s head and put him in a headlock. Joe screamed every curse imaginable and sank his teeth into Max’s arm, clamping his jaws firmly to the flesh.
Sam moved in a pulled them apart. Max had blood spurting from his nose and Joe’s cheek was bright red. The pair tried to get at each other again but Sam wedged himself between them.
“Calm down you two,” he ordered “Stop trying to kill each other.”
*
Joe was gutted. Rock-climbing was his favourite activity and he had watch all his friends have a great time whilst he had to sit out as a punishment for the fight. Joe was still furious at Max even though he knew it was partly his own fault.
Max was less bitter. He was scared of heights anyway so missing out on rock-climbing was more of a gift than a punishment, although he was pretty bored sitting on the floor doing nothing.
Sam came and sat down next to Joe. “What was all that about?”
“He called me names, he said I was twat,” snarled Joe.
“Still, that doesn’t mean you should punch him.”
“I didn’t punch him, I pushed him,” Joe protested.
“That’s just as bad, Joe. Anyway, Max told me you barged into him in the first place,” Sam told him.
“I didn’t mean too, it was an accident,” Joe complained.
“Did you apologise?”
Joe shifted uncomfortably. “Well no but…”
“Maybe you should say sorry now then,” Sam smiled, calling Max over.
“Max, Joe has something to say to you,” Sam said to Max.
“I’m sorry Max,” Joe said unconvincingly.
“What was that? Say it like you mean it, and look Max in the eyes when you address him,” Sam interrupted.
“I’m sorry,” repeated Joe, but this time more convincingly.
Max smiled. “It’s alright, I shouldn’t have called you names,” he said as they shook hands.
Sue then came over to speak to Joe and Max, as Sam went of to help the cubs with their rock climbing.
“Nice to see that you two have made up,” she grinned, “You still have to serve your punishment and sit out though, you’re not getting away with this scot-free.”
“Can I go to the toilet?” asked Joe “I really need a poo.”
“No, you’re being punished. You should’ve gone after breakfast like I told you too.”
“But I really need to go,” moaned Joe.
“That’s too bad, next time you’ll think twice before having a silly fight over nothing.”
*
Joe thought Akela was being a bit harsh not letting him go to the toilet, it was bad enough having to sit out something he really enjoyed and having the pain of needing the loo seemed like life was rubbing it in.
Joe felt really uncomfortable as he shifted on the spot, he had never felt so awful. His cheek was red, swollen and really sore from where Max had hit him. James smiled at him sympathetically, but it didn’t make him feel any better.
“Akela, I really need to go bad,” Joe cried, “Please let me go.”
Sue was now really considering letting Joe go to the loo but she was still reluctant to because didn’t want the cubs thinking they could get away with it whenever they got in trouble.
“No, you’ve got to learn not to misbehave, I’m sorry,” she said firmly.
Joe whimpered as he strained to keep it in as the pain in his bowels grew and grew. Eventually, Joe’s muscles gave up on the fight and poop immediately started to flow into his pants.
Joe felt the lump in his pants grow as fresh stool left his bottom. Joe felt some poo overflow over the side of his pants and trickle down the side of his hip.
Joe felt much better after crapping himself; the immense tension in his bowels was gone so he was no longer sitting in agony. Joe crossed his legs, sending more stool overflowing out his underwear and dribbling down the side of his hip.
Joe didn’t have a clue as to why but he actually felt quite comfortable sitting there in dirty underwear. He hadn’t pooed himself since he was four and as he sat there crossed-legged in his filthy pants, fond memories of when he was a toddler were brought back.
Sadly, the harsh reality of the situation stuck Joe like a hammer hitting glass. He was sitting there in his stinking, soiled underwear that was now giving of a wretched odour. He’d be extremely lucky for nobody to find out. If someone were to find out Joe desperately wished it to be Frankie or James who he knew he could trust not to tell anyone.
Finally, it was time to go back to the campsite. Joe cautiously got up, sending another wave of poo seeping down his leg. Joe stared at the floor. Joe thanked his good fortune, as there was no visible mess on floor, it was all in his trousers and pants.
Joe felt the poo splodge around his bum as he sat down in his booster seat alongside James.
Sam learnt forward to strap Joe into his booster seat, whilst pulling the seatbelt over Joe’s lap he was hit by a nauseating whiff.
“Eugh! That’s some disgusting fart you’ve done there,” Sam gagged.
“Whoever smelt it dealt it,” Joe grinned cheekily.
James smelt this putrid smell many times on the way back and sussed what had happened.
“You’ve pooed yourself, haven’t you?” he stated matter-of-factly.
“Yeah, but keep it quiet,” admitted Joe “ I don’t want anyone finding out.”
*
By the time they had finished dinner, the bad weather had cleared up so Sue suggested they went on a night-hike.
They had been hiking for two hours now and Sam’s arms felt like lead balloons. James toppled over and bashed his knee twenty minutes into the hike and despite bravely struggling on for another ten minutes, the immense pain eventually ground him to a halt and he had to be carried by Sam.
The cubs were exhausted too, Frankie was really short for his age and having little legs meant he had to travel at twice the pace of everyone else just to keep up. This led him to fatigue really early on. Frankie was fighting a huge cramp and a treacherous stitch, every step he took sent an enormous pain jolting up his leg.
Joe and Max were the best off. They weren’t exhausted from rock-climbing earlier on. Joe in particular felt great. Barring James, nobody had discovered about his mucky accident.
Joe pondered about the incident and wondered why he felt such a massive rush whenever he thought about it. Joe recalled the mix of feelings he felt at the time- it was true that his emotions were dominated by apprehension and anxiety, but Joe remembered feeling a sense of euphoria as well.
While he
contemplated the earlier events, Joe felt a hot sensation around his groin
without a warning. Out of the blue, water poured down his legs and into his
socks and
Sam handed James over to Sue to carry and raced over to Joe. It was evident what had happened. Joe’s trousers were sopping wet. Numerous wet lines ran down the trouser legs and the top area around the waist was totally drenched.
“Joe, what’s going on? That’s your second accident today.”
Joe felt like he had ran into a brick wall. “Second?”
“I don’t blame you for the first though, it wasn’t you’re fault you couldn’t hold it in, Akela should’ve let you go to the loo,” Sam continued.
Joe was pissed off with James; he had promised he wouldn’t tell anyone.
“James said he wouldn’t tell anyone,” Joe grunted.
“Well, if it’s any consolation I sort of guessed from the smell when I strapped you in. At first I thought you had farted but I caught another waft later on when you got out the minibus. You then made a beeline for your tent, I just put two and two together and James reluctantly admitted that you had pooed yourself when I questioned him. It was pretty blatant, he knew there was not point denying it,” explained Sam.
Joe realised how obvious it must’ve been, once he accepted that there was no point for James to deny it he felt less betrayed by his best mate.
“Anyway, why didn’t you tell us that you needed a wee?” continued Sam, “There are load of trees round here, we could’ve waited for you while you went.”
“I didn’t mean to wet myself. It just all came out suddenly, I didn’t even realise I was peeing myself at first.”
Sam didn’t believe him. “You’ve been potty-trained, it’s not like you don’t know when you need to go. Did you feel too embarrassed or self-conscious to go behind a tree or something?”
“Hey,” Joe objected, “I have no problems with going behind a tree, you know.”
“Well, did you feel awkward to ask if everyone could wait for you while you went then?”
“No! I told you, it just came out.”
“Cool it Joe, next time don’t feel too embarrassed to go behind a tree, it’s better than going in your pants.”
“For gods sake, I didn’t feel it coming!” snarled Joe.
Joe looked adamant that he didn’t realise it was coming, Sam finally believed that he was telling the truth. Sam wondered if it had something to do with the strain of earlier, but that was a dirty accident and this one was a wet one.
“Well, there’s nothing we can do now. You’ll have wear them until we get back, it’s bedtime as soon as we arrive at camp so you’ll need to change into your pyjamas anyway.”
*
They arrived back at the campsite at ten. James had fallen asleep in Sam’s arms and looked peaceful as Sam laid him down in his sleeping bag, he decided against waking him up and let him sleep fully clothed.
“Good luck mate,” Sam smiled as he discreetly handed Tom one of his pull-ups.
Sam was shattered, he stodgily wandered over to his own tent and quickly got changed. He shut his eyes and instantly fell asleep.
Everybody else followed suit, Joe laid his tired head on his pillow and was out like a light.
Next morning, Joe thought about his accidents again over breakfast. He guzzled orange juice and chomped down endless amounts of toast coated in thick layers of nutella.
Joe got a rush of elation whenever he thought about his accidents. This morning, Joe was pleased to sense that he needed a wee and was able to hold it in as well. Maybe yesterday was a one-off.
Joe kept on thinking of pooing and wetting himself all through breakfast and continually got more and more excited for some reason that he couldn’t grasp. He knew he should be embarrassed and upset about it, but his feeling were on the contrary.
The effects of drinking a litre of orange juice took its toll so Joe left the table to go to the loo. Joe pulled down his trousers and pants and sat on the toilet to have a wee. Just before he let the torrent of water out his bladder Joe changed his mind. His heart raced as he pulled his trousers and pants back up. Joe only intended to let out a little pee and the rest out in the toilet.
Adrenaline flooded his body, Joe could feel the urine coming. His natural instincts were to hold back the wee so his bladder contracted, stemming the flow of urine. Joe wanted to let a little out into his pants and then pull down his pants and do the rest in the loo so he relaxed his bladder. As he relaxed, the tension in his bladder stopped and a small trickle of wee fell into Joe’s pants. As soon as a bit started the coming out Joe’s bladder completely relaxed sending a flood off wee into Joe’s pants and dribbling down his legs. Panicking, Joe desperately tried to pull his pants and trousers down but they were too tight and got stuck in his waist.
It was too late. There was no point, he was so drenched now there was no point in struggling. Conceding defeat, Joe let the remainder of his wee into is pants and streaming down his legs.
All of a sudden, Sam burst into the toilet. Joe jumped back with fright. Sam looked at Joe, standing there in soggy trousers and pants with vast yellow puddle beneath him on the floor.
Joe looked down, he felt the wetness of his trousers against his legs. He squeezed his legs together. He felt his moist, damp underwear against his crotch. Joe felt exhilarated at wetting himself again, his penis suddenly got very hard- his first ever erection. His excitement swelled as he looked uncertainly at Sam, who had a very concerned, but sympathetic look on his face.
“What’s going on, you’ve now peed yourself two times in as many days.”
Joe just grimaced and said nothing.
“I don’t know what to do, are you struggling to hold it in, or are you not knowing when you need to go, no that can’t be right because you obviously knew you needed to go because you rushed to the toilet but didn’t make it in time. You must have a weak bladder or something like that- do you have accidents often at home as well?”
“Um, well sometimes yeah,” Joe lied, he didn’t want it seem like he did it on purpose so he thought it would be best for Sam to think he just has a weak bladder.
“But you have messed yourself once and wet yourself twice in the space of twenty eight hours, surely you don’t have them that often at home.”
“Well, that’s because there are always toilets nearby at home and I am allowed to go when I need the loo, Akela didn’t let me go yesterday.”
“Well you’re obviously struggling, if there are anymore accidents today or tomorrow, Akela and I will really need to find a solution to this problem,” said Sam as gently as possible.
Sam mopped up the mess and led Joe to his tent so he could get a new pair of trousers and pants.
“We’re going canoeing today. Remember, I don’t want anymore accidents.”
*
There was an accident. Joe was halfway down the canal when he needed the loo. All the other cubs went for a wee before they set off but Joe didn’t get the chance to go because he was helping Sue unload the canoes and lifejackets from the minibus. Unfortunately for Joe there are no urinals in a canoe and by the time they had got to their finishing point, Joe was sitting in dripping wet shorts and pants that he had thoroughly wetted.
Everyone had brought a spare change of clothes with them, as canoes are notorious for toppling over and throwing you into the freezing water, the fate that Frankie and Max both suffered.
As Frankie, Max and Joe got changed, Sam had a lengthy discussion about Joe with Sue.
“I mean we can’t have him continuously wetting himself- he’ll run out of clothes for the week,” said Sue.
“Yeah, he’s already five days behind, we can wash them but the washing machine is blooming ancient. It takes ages for it to wash stuff,” agreed Sam.
“I suppose we’ll have to do what we planned to do if he had another accident then, I’ll stop off at a pharmacy on the way back and we’ll have to phone his mum to ask for permission to do so,” Sue sighed.
Sam frowned. “Poor guy, he’ll be really miserable. I doubt he’ll give in without a fight anyway, if he doesn’t though, I suppose he’ll have to go home.”
*
Sue pulled into a parking space adjacent to a pharmacy. The automatic doors parted as Sam strolled inside. Sam wandered towards the nappy isle and sheepishly searched for a pack of disposable nappies in the biggest size possible.
“Can I be of any assistance?” a shopping assistant asked him.
“Um yeah, I’m looking for some nappies for an eight-year-old boy.”
The assistant looked stunned. “Did you say eight?”
“Well yeah, so I’m basically looking for the biggest size available.”
“We have disposable pyjama pants in stock- Goodnites, DryNites and Underjams,” the assistant suggested “I suppose he needs them for nighttimes.”
“No, it’s not a bedwetting problem, it’s accidents in the day, I’m looking for nappies.”
The assistant looked even more dumbfounded. “Well, how big is the guy?”
“Err, quite short, but I think he’s about average height for an eight-year old.”
“Well, I think pampers size six is the best we have.”
Sam grabbed a multi-pack of pampers size six from the shelf and headed to the checkout to pay for them.
To be continued………………………………..
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