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"Did you have a little accident?" He asks, coming closer for a diaper check.

"It wasn't little," I mumble as I try to bring my legs closer. The motion causes my diaper to sway, the still aborbing pee pooling between my bum and my mess.

"Quite a big accident," daddy agrees as he pulls back the waistband of my pants. "Good thing I put you in such absorbent diapers. Now come eat lunch," he commands.

Luckily only a little bit of poop made it out before I regained some control, but holding my poo in meant I could hold my bladder. It was a tense moment as I flooded my diaper, the pee pooling between my legs and threatening to leak. I was sure disaster was imminent as my friends leaned in for a hug.

"Sorry," one of my friends said as the other scrunched her noise, "that was a real stinker of a fart. Best we get out of here before the next one."

Their partner laughed as I sighed in relief as they left the house, still ignorant of what was in my pants. The moment they closed the door, I gave in to the inevitable and pushed, my diaper expanding rapidly as my gut clenched. I could feel my poo spread across my bum as the diaper reached its limit. Another push, and I was filling it even more, my stomach relaxing as my mess spread across my butt.

Kix's practicality won out over any panicking over how they ended up in the past, and Obi-Wan and Cody quickly found themselves in the urgent care center, being attended to by an emergency room doctor who seemed more interested in lecturing them about how lucky they were to be alive after getting caught up in an avalanche than treating said injuries.

Thankfully they didn't have to listen to him for too long before both of them were being wheeled back for surgery. It was a blur of memories after that until Obi-Wan woke up in the civilian recovery ward with Kix in a plastic chair next to his bed. Cody occupied the bed next to him, his left leg propped up on pillows in a large brace.

"Hello Obi-Wan," Kix greeted. "How are you feeling?"

Obi-Wan took a moment to assess himself before replying. "Floaty."

Kix laughed, "they have you both on the good stuff, no wartime rationing. And they listened to me on how to properly calibrate for your metabolisms."

"We're human here," Cody added, laying back against his pillows. "Plenty of pity for blowing out my knee on vacation, but no scorn."

"Hmm," Obi-Wan replied thoughtfully and decided he should probably figure out what they had done to him. The first thing he noticed was that both of his arms were unable to move, and a glance down revealed the reason for that to be two casts that were immobilizing his arms from his armpit to fingers, his left thumb and right pointer and index fingers encased as well.

His right leg poked out from the blankets, an IV and blood pressure monitor hooked up to his leg. The peeled back blankets also revealed the absorbant pad he was laying on, and a little wiggling the sodden diaper around his waist.

By the time his brain had begun to clear from the effects of the anesthesia, Kix had disappeared and a nurse appeared. She began with routine examinations, checking his vitals and fingers for circulation. Once she was done with that, she peeled back the sheet that gave Obi-Wan the smallest illusion of dignity, leaving him in only a visibly soaked diaper and to long arm casts.

"Let's get you in a dry diaper," the nurse said before providing one of the most efficient diaper changes Obi-Wan had had the pleasure of enduring in the hospital, and he unfortunately remembered the first week after his escape from Rattatak, when his muscles were too weak to do anything, his digestion a mess, and both shoulders fresh out of surgery.

She disappeared, being replaced by Kix again, a smile on his face. "Good news," Kix announced. "A little paperwork and you two are being released from hospital. Turns out the inn has an open suite now and upon hearing of your unfortunately accident and the loss of our gear in an avalanche, they are putting us up for free until you are recovered enough to travel."

"That is excellent news," Obi-Wan agreed. "Do you happen to uh, have any clothes?"

Kix pulled two sets of clothes from a back pack. "Sweatpants and tshirt for you, shorts and sweatshirt for Cody. Let's get you dressed."

Getting dressed was just enough of a challenge to leave Obi-Wan sweating and tired by the time he was in a tshirt and sweatpants, not even bothering with socks with his shoes or underwear over his diaper. He leaned against the edge of his bed as Kix helped Cody with his shorts, forgoing the left shoe as Cody maneuvered himself into a standing position, leaning on his crutches with his left leg awkwardly held in front of him.

Obi-Wan was also suprised to see that the thin shorts did nothing to hide the diaper taped around Cody's waist, the plastic waistband even poking out in the back as Cody swung forward on his crutches. Obi-Wan stood to follow them out of the room to the hall where Kix was signing paperwork. Then down the hall to the elevators, where disaster struck.

As soon as they stopped walking, Obi-Wan felt his stomach grumbling unhappily, churning violently. His bladder twinged, and knowing he was in a diaper, Obi-Wan gave it a little push, hoping to relieve the pressure in his gut. It did, but not in the way he was hoping. A tiny push was all it took for his sphincter to overreact and suddenly Obi-Wan was doing more than wetting his diaper.

The sound of crinkling plastic was unmistakeable, and Obi-Wan gave an involuntary grunt as he emptied his bowels for the first time since landing on the planet. Pain killers and coming off rations could always mess with his system, but this was something else. Obi-Wan had no warning, no idea what was coming until it happened.

It seemed like forever to Obi-Wan before he was done pushing, the warm, squishy mess spreading across his butt cheeks and up his crack to push precariously against the top leak guard. The front was no better as the hiss of his bladder releasing was accompanied by the feeling of warm urine pooling in the front of his diaper that was no longer absorbing along most of it's surface.

Yet clearly it wasn't long as the he was done by the time the elevator dinged open, and in the commotion of the busy lobby Kix and Cody hadn't even turned around. They stepped into the elevator and Obi-Wan followed, his gait now wide and awkward with his center of balance so altered by the casted arms strapped to his chest and the heavy diaper swinging between his legs.

"I had an accident," he said, as the elevator doors closed and Kix turned to him. And accident was perhaps a bit of an understatement Obi-Wan thought as he left out a little gas that went bubbling uncomfortably up through his mess before popping against the leak guard at his waist.

The mission was going just as Obi-Wan had expected it to. They had hiked out into the forests after another delicious meal, following the old logging trail towards where the Seperatist droid activity had been spotted. There had been no signs of recent activity throughout any of the hike, but it had only been about four hours out, the weather lovely, and the team well provisioned, so they had not minded much.

At the end of the hike they reached an old mine entrance, right were the activity had been reported. The force was quite, as were the scans, and investigation revealed only old mining droids, some with just enough power to light up when they sensed someone approacheing.

"Well, that was a pleasant change of pace," Obi-Wan said as they departed the mine, making their way back along the side of the mountain and around the valley.

"I'm just hoping it doesn't rain," Barlex added, kicking a stone down the path towards Waxer, who passed it to Boil.

"The weather has been good till now," Wooley agreed.

Cody let out a deep sigh. "And now you've jinxed it," he said, pulling a sweet roll out of his pack from the inn and biting into it.

"That's what will jinx us?" Boil asked incredulous.

"Call it a feeling," Cody replied as the group made it to the bridge across the narrow portion of the valley. He fell silent after that as the group crossed the bridge suddenly tense.

By the time Obi-Wan made it across in the rear, the tension was almost palpatable enough to feel before bursting, the good cheer of an easy mission returning as they paused to finish the snacks before continuing down the last stretch of the mountain.

It was at this point that things went wrong. Not five minutes down the road, the force grew tense with warning. Obi-Wan had no time but to pause and look about before a thunderous crack was head, following by the sounds of tumbling rocks.

The avalanche gave almost no warning before it was on them, Obi-Wan just managing to through his hands up and push back with the force against the incoming tons of stone. It was not enough as the torrent of stone washed over him and Obi-Wan fell unconscious as a rock hit him with a resounding whack.

He awoke to the fuzzy feeling of painkillers and Kix's voice over him. He blinked an eye open to find himself laying next to a small fire and Cody's legs. One of which was laid straight in front of him and stripped of armor, the knee clearly swollen. Obi-Wan tried to sit up and immediately regretted it as his arms throbbed with pain.

"Oh good, you are awake," Kix said. "How is your head?"

"Throbbing, but from the force not a concusion," Obi-Wan replied. "My arms on the other hand," he added.

Kix grimaced. "In need of surgery," Kix admitted. "You held them up to hold the avalanch back with the force. Worked pretty well and almost everyone got free until Cody tried to get you to leave. You sort of swayed and began falling when a boulder slammed into you."

"And Cody?"

"Tore his knee hauling your ass free. I stopped at the edge when I saw you go down and when I turned around again everyone else was...well gone."

"Gone" Obi-Wan asked.

"No radio, no nothing," Cody added. "Our best option is to hike back to the town and hope we all meet up there."

"Or I hike back for help," Kix said. "Now that you are both awake, it's only about an hour and a half down."

"I can walk," Cody protested.

Cody was indeed stubborn enough to stand, his injured leg braced with a GAR splint and bandaged tightly as much as Kix could. Obi-Wan's arms were carefully bandaged to his chest, held as in place as possible as Kix helped him to his feet. Every movement hurt, the pain breaking through the fog of drugs Kix had injected him with and the force exhaustion, but Obi-Wan had no desire to spend the next few hours sitting in the woods before being carried back to town even more slowly.

It took nearer three hours than one and a half to make it back to town, and by the time they did Cody looked to be held up mostly by Kix and Obi-Wan was about ready to pass out from the throbbing of his arms. It was immediately obvious something was wrong even as tired as and distracted as he was though. The town, while clearly the same town, was dramatically altered. It was busier and livelier, the colors brighter and buildings newer. This was a town bustling in tourist season, not struggling during war.

There was also no sign of the rest of their men. And then Obi-Wan caught sight of a news bulletin.

Dinner was absolutely fantastic. Obi-Wan had been served a lot of "high cuisine" and meals fit for royality, but most of it was over done and stuffy. The food here was not fancy, simply fresh, well cooked, and beautifully seasoned. After a month on just shipboard rations, Obi-Wan and the men all fell onto the feast eagerly. With seemingly endless bowls of family style fair, everyone at the table satiated their hunger and more.

Obi-Wan himself was sure that had the pants he was wearing not been so elastic, he would have had issues fitting after the meal. And alongside the food were the drinks. While they could not indulge too heavily, having to head out on their mission tomorrow, their hosts had thought of that and provided a variety of mocktails and juices for everyone to sip throughout the evening.

Obi-Wan had perhaps indulged more than was strickly necessary of a particularly delicious citrus blend with club soda, but there was nobody here to tell on him and rations really had grown bland. It was thusly satiated that they stood from the table, letting Janus guide them to their suite for the night. About halfway there Cody paused, then turned down the hall in a panicked pace. Obi-Wan could sense a cloud of desperation, urgency, leaking off him as he dissapeared around the corner to the bathroom.

Janus followed, leaving Kix and Obi-Wan standing in the hallway, both sleepy and relaxed from the meal and good cheer. It was several more minutes before Cody and Janus reappeared, the former leaking shame into the force, but Obi-Wan was too tired more to do more than send a feeling of reassurance, support through the nacient bond they shared. It seemed to help, as Cody's signature also began slipping back into relaxed contentment as they entered the room.

Janus followed Obi-Wan into his bedroom, asking him to lay down on the bed. "Even if your diaper isn't totally soaked, it's always best to go to bed dry," Janus said.

Obi-Wan obliged, because it was better, and now that he was thinking about it, he could feel his diaper sagging slightly between his legs.

Janus untaped the wet diaper and wiped Obi-Wan down, taking time to make sure everything was clean before unfolding a much thicker diaper. "I'm betting you are a heavy wetter," Janus said as he taped Obi-Wan into the thick, plastic backed diaper. "You certainly didn't restrict your fluid intake before bed."

Obi-Wan blushed because he hadn't, and when he had accidents they did tend to be big. He had wet the bed until he was twelve, usually due to nightmares or visions. It's part of the reason he thinks nobody wanted him as a padawan- its hard work having a padawan who still wore diapers to bed.

He had outgrown it by the time Gui-Gon took him on, but the trauma of Bandomeer, Melidaan, the Stark Hyperspace, Mandalore, and so on would trigger it every now and again. That and painkillers, which was part of the reason he hated the medbay so much. Master Che wouldn't let him go without catheter or diaper still.

Janus finished the change with a pat to Obi-Wan's stomach before leaving him alone in the room to finish his nighttime routine. Shortly after, Obi-Wan found himself in bed, drifting off to the faint sounds of nature through the windows.

Obi-Wan awoke to the early morning sun and the sound of songbirds through the window. He was well rested and relaxed, having woken up completely naturally without alarm or alert. A rarity for him these days and quite pleasant. He rolled over, stretching out slowly. As he did so, he felt the bulky mass of a sodden diaper between his legs. Well, not waking to pee would certainly help with the restfulness.

He took his time arising from bed, eventually waddling to the bathroom where he stripped off his diaper and stepped into the hot water shower. It was absolutely divine, and he lingered in the hot water far longer than was necessary before finally emerging from the shower. He found his Jedi robes laundered and neatly folded on the counter, both his briefs and more...protective options available.

Obi-Wan took a moment to empty his bladder into the toilet before dressing in his briefs and robes. They had a mission to run and it was better not to lull his brain into a false sense of security. He wasn't going to be sleeping on the mission anyways. Dressed, he emerged from the room to find Cody and Kix similarly prepared and lingering in the hallway.

He had perhaps lingered in the shower longer than was strictly necessary, but the morning was cold, the water hot, and Ben decidely not quite awake. Once clean, he had diapered and dressed efficiently, grabbed a granola bar from the cupboard, his lunch from the counter where Cody left it and ran out the door.

It was only as he swiped into the station, narrowly catching the train when he realized what he had forgotten to do. Namely, use the restroom. Cody might have convinced him to go 24/7 several weeks ago, but Ben still tried to use the toilet for the messier half of things when he was going to be out and about. It was easier and safer.

But in his rush this morning, he had not used the toilet and Ben knew he would soon be paying the price. His bowels, on account of his usual schedule and time in diapers, were both regular and urgent when they came. If he didn't persuade his stomach to empty by 11am, he was going wherever he was for sure. In was nearly nine now, and Ben was out and about until after lunch.

Four stations down the line and Ben transferred to the red line, stopping by Marv's for a hot coffee. He sipped and skimmed his emails on as the train rolled through the city before emerging in the museum district where Ben disembarked.

He loved his current position, working as researcher and curator at the museum. He spent more of his time in the archives and labs, examing pieces and analyzing them for clues as to their significance and origins, but he was also called to help out with tours and lectures as needed.

"Ben!" Lacey called as he entered the building. "Luke called out sick and we have a school group and ten. Can you take them?"

"What's the tour?" Ben asked, flashing his badge to security as he skipped the lines and main entrance. "I'm not doing the dumbed down thirty again."

"Cross-linguistic pollination in tales and fables. It's a college course, ninety minute tour followed by two hours in the archives."

"As long as someone covers my cataloguing," Ben agreed accepting the printed handout Lacey thrust towards him. A quick skim showed it covered both the tour request from the professor as well as Luke's original planned route. Linguistics wasn't Ben's specialty, but he was well versed enough with both the subject and artifacts on the tour that he should manage.

Checking his watch, he saw it was nearing quarter till. He wanted to grab a water and tour system before meeting the group in the education center, which was a solid ten minute walk from his office. Better get moving then.

The matter of the bowel movement managed to slip Ben's mind for nearly an hour. The group was reasonably attentive, with only a few truly ignoring him, as he led them through the exhibits, starting with the earliest know written histories and through their collection of early indo-european histories and fables.

They had paused at an exhibit where they had the dramatic history of a famous battle written by two different authors within fifty years of each other. It was interesting because both documents were suprisingly well recording as to who wrote them, when, and who for. An interesting comparison.

It was while Ben was taking the moment to sip his water and rest his voice that his bowels made themselves known again with a sudden lurch. His stomach flipped and turned and Ben was suddenly aware that it was almost eleven o'clock and he had to go. Now. He mentally reviewed where the bathrooms were, but even the closest was a few minutes walk and he could already feel his butt checks parting.

To make matters worse, his changing supplies were back in his office, which would be a solid ten to fifteen minutes round trip. As he involuntarily began pushing, Ben made the decision to do nothing and hope that nobody noticed he was filling his pants as the students hovered over the display.

Ben shifted slightly, moving back against the wall and fading into the shadows as he bent his knees slightly, pushing the mess into his diaper. He could feel it spread out against his butt, smearing against his skin and the diaper that was held close to his skin by his onsie undershirt.

He practically held his breadth in effort to not make a sound as he finished expelling the contents of his bowels. It felt like he must have pushed a load the size of at least a grapefruit into his pants, but a subtle exploration of his rear with his hand reassured him it wasn't too obvious. His butt probably looked a little rounder, but the lighting in the collections was kept dim to protect delicate artifacts.

The place they were staying was beautiful- and inn usually used during the festival season when tourists flocked into the town for the atmosphere, music, theater, and arts. Alongside twelve bedrooms all free for them to use, there was a kitchen and formal dinning room, living room, games room, and fencing room.

The usual staff was on hand, and the government was paying for the Republic's stay as if they were normal guests, so the staff was eager to accommodate. As such they would be provided breakfast each morning, alongside cocktails and dinner at six. Staff would provide turndown service, and if they wanted the hot tub or saunas lit, they should only ask.

Honestly, OBi-Wan felt more like he was on vacation than a mission. To make things even more relaxing, their tour was being followed by light afternoon refreshments and snacks before they would have a chance to rest before dinner. Hospitality was important to them, and Obi-Wan and his men couldn't possible begin their work until they had had a proper chance to relax.

They had just finished their tour when Kix gasped, causing Obi-Wan to turn towards him. It was immediately obvious what had happened, as Kix's grey trousers were darkened down one leg with the tell tale signs of an accident. Even more damning was the growing puddle at Kix's feet, the pool of urine spreading across the tiles of the entry way floor.

"Oh dear, I should have seen this coming," Janus replied. "It was clear you needed to go earlier but ignored it. An accident is only to be expected. Let's go get you cleaned up. And you too Obi-Wan and Cody," he added, leading a red faced Kix towards the bathroom.

He ushered all three inside, directly Cody to sit on the toilet while he helped Kix out of his wet pants, leaving Obi-Wan to awkwardly stand in the middle of the bathroom. He didn't have to go potty, so what was he supposed to do.

"Your turn," Janus said, snapping Obi-Wan out of his thoughts. He had been thinking about where to send the squads first when he found himself being beckoned to the changing table. He laid down obediently, feeling no need to resist as Janus slid his pants down and ripped the sides of Obi-Wan's pullup. A cool wipe was used on his skin, then a gentle tap to the bum.

"Lift your bum," Janus said, and Obi-Wan obliged, letting Janus wipe the sticky feeling off his skin. Another tap and he lowered back down, feeling something new beneath him. A moment later and it was clear what that something was as crinkly plastic was wrapped around his his crotch and waist. A diaper.

Obi-Wan took a moment to look down and saw he was now being taped into a thick white diaper, like the ones he had worn as a young child, only bigger.

Soon enough, they were back on the road, freshly fortified with coffee and snacks for the next leg of their journey. They were stopping in Princeton to pick up Cody's sibling who was working on their PhD in physics. Cody called them an absolute nerd, which was rude from a man with a doctorate in mathematics. Cody enjoyed numbers for fun. Ben was more of a historian himself.

Cody switches from his podcast to Dungeons and Dragon's podcast they are in the middle of, resuming where they had left off earlier this week. The miles fly by as they laugh at the podcast, occasionally pausing to discuss what the characters had done. They demolish the car snacks- Ben has never been able to say no to goldfish and he now has coffee to balance the salt. By the time morning has fully settled on the day, they are well outside New York.

It's when they turn off the expressway towards Princeton that Ben realizes he had not fully thought through drinking that much coffee that quickly. His stomach begins to gurgle then snarl as he feels his bowls begin to push against his bum.

"Cody, I have to go!" Ben says, squirming.

"We are only a few minutes out, we can use the restroom at Alex's place, okay?" Cody responds, keeping his eye on the road as he turns off the main road.

Ben tries to hold it, but there is really no point. He only makes it to the next light when Cody comes to a stop. The extra pressure on his stomach from the seatbelt is all it takes for his control to be overwhelmed. He can't help but lift himself slight off the seat with his hands and his pushes, his diaper doing very little to muffle the sounds of his bowels exploding.

He grunts slightly, and Cody looks over as he pushes again, this log mushier and accompanied by a flood of pee into the front of his diaper. Cody accelerates with the green light and Ben drops down into his seat, spreading the mess all across his bum and up the front. A hand to his crotch and he feels the swollen diaper squish and spread his mess over his cock and balls.

"That looked like a big one," Cody said, their voice gentle and light. "Good thing we are almost to Alex's, that can't be very nice to sit in."

Ben grimaced. "It's certainly not the most pleasant feeling," he said, his checks blushing as he let out another spurt of urine, the extra liquid causing his poo to spread even further up the front of his diaper. It was a good thing they were stopping soon, he was at risk of a blowout.

Indeed, not five minutes later they pulled into Alex's driveway. Cody opened the truck the grab the diaper bag while Ben carefully unbuckled and got out of the car, careful not to squish his overloaded diaper too much. Once extracted, he waddled after Cody up the path to the door.

Cody rang the bell and then they waited, Ben's stomach gurgling ominously. He hadn't thought the coffee would have that much of an effect on him, maybe he had drunk more than he thought. His stomach gurgles again, this time accompanied by a minor twitch. I'm about to go again he thought as the door swung open and Alex ushered them inside.

The few steps was all it took. As soon as Ben was inside the door his stomach tightened and then he pushed, squatting reflexively as he expelled even more from his bowels. His mess spread upwards along his crack, just barely being contained by the leak guards as it spread across his check and filled in around his penis. Just as he felt it begin to creep up his lower back he was done.

Ben was joining his boyfriend, Cody for the winter holidays for the first time and was quite nervous. Cody was insisting on him wearing diapers full time all vacation, but Ben worried about the rest of Cody's family noticing. He might not be able to help but wet a night, but sure he could wear briefs during the day?

But here he was, the night before they left, backing several packages of diapers into the big rollerbag. On the way home it would be filled with gifts. Cody has insisted in packing two packs of thick over night diapers and a whole case of his thicker daytime diapers. All together, it was over 60 diapers for the trip and took up quite a lot of space. Add in the wipes, changing mat, diaper bag, cream, and powder, it added a solid amount of luggage. Luckily traveling by car meant they weren't particularly limited on space.

Finally packed, Ben let Cody change him into a dry diaper and headed to bed.

Next he remembered was being sleepily ushered into the car before falling asleep once again. He woke shortly before sunrise as they hit a bit of traffic outside New York City.

Ben pushed himself into a more upright position and brought the seat upright. As he sat back again he felt his diaper squish underneath him. Looking down, he saw the unmistakable buldge of a soaked diaper between his legs.

"Morning," Cody greated. "We just passed a rest stop, but I didn't want to wake you."

"No worries," Ben said, rubbing his eyes and looking out the window. They were near the bridge, stuck in bumper to bumper traffic. The car was warm and the charge indicated they were still doing well, so Ben let himself doze off to the podcast Cody was listening to.

They slowly but steadily made there way onto the bridge, where they finally picked up speed. Ben awoke fully, admiring the sunset over the river in all its violet and crimson glory.

He felt his bladder grow heavy and immediately relaxed, releasing a steady flow of urine. He could feel the warm pee pool in the front of his diaper for several seconds before slowly being absorbed.

"I need a change, " Ben said, "and a coffee. How long till the rest stop?"

"Twenty to forty minutes depending on if we get traffic like the other side of the bridge. I've got a smoothie and bagel in the cooler though," he added, gesturing towards the back seat.

Ben turned, raising off his seat to reach into the cooler and grad some breakfast. The change in position jostled his still awakening bladder, and he flooded his diaper again, paying it no attention as he unwrapped the paper to find his favorite, a blueberry bagel with strawberry cream cheese. Cody hated both, so it was a real gesture of love from him.

He had finished his bagel and smoothie by the time Cody pulled into the rest stop just outside the city and plugged in the car. Ben stood up, taking a moment to stretch his legs in the early morning light.

"Oh no," Cody said as he walked around the back of the car. "You've sprung quite a leak. Let's get you changed and then we can grab coffee."

Ben reached a hand behind himself to feel the butt of his sweatpants. Sure enough, he could feel the dampness of the fabric, though not the extent of the damage.

Cody already had the trunk open and pulled out the changing mat, wipes, and a clean Megamax, the same ones he wore at night. Then the back door was opened and Ben laid down on the matt, view blocked by the door, a pillar, and Cody's body. Cody was kind but efficient, stripping off his sweatpants before untaping the soaked diaper and rolling it up. A good wipe down, and then cream and powder before Ben was taped into a new tie dye diaper.

"Let me throw this out and sanitize my hands and then I'll grab you new pants," Cody said, disappearing out of view for a minute before returning with a fresh pair of maron joggers.