After the weight of humiliation began to subside, the urgency to go pee rose again. Yure squeezed his thingy through the diaper, mighty, feeling that a squirt was at the exit. But Vitória pulled his arm, saying: – Negative! In this household, no girl behaves like a boy! “What are you talking about?”, Yure wanted to ask. Vitória misunderstood it, thinking that Yure was doing something naughty in public: girls don’t grab themselves like that! – I’m gonna teach you to not do naughty stuff like that – she said, forcing Yure to bend over and tying his hand-paws. Unable to use his hand-paws to hold it in, Yure had to use only his willpower to endure the pressure, the problem is that his will was powerless against his urge to wee. The squirt that threatened to flee escaped indeed, but Yure managed to hold the rest in. “It’s the end!”, he thought.
Suddenly, the bounds loosened, and Yure fell to the floor. – Now, do you understand that you have no power over me? – asked Vitória. Yure, still desperate, not wanting to be bound again, nodded. – Then, let’s give you back your pacifier. With a bonus – she said. Yure received the pacifier… and a bow. – What a cute girl! – said Vitória, in a teasing manner. Yure felt so humiliated, that he wanted to cry, but Vitória would surely mock him further if the tears came out.
– Baby wants baby bottle, isn’t it? – she asked. Yure was almost at his limit, the last thing that he would want is more liquid in his body. He tried to refuse: – Mgumgugagwah! – he the words didn’t come out. – Ah? Perhaps baby doesn’t want to take the bottle peacefully? – she asked. – Then I think I’ll have to insist with you. Suddenly, a weird sound was heard coming from behind Yure. And before Yure could think of a reaction, belts, tied to ellastic ropes, tied him by the wrists and ankles. – Ahmahmahmah! Agwuhguhguuuuhwaah! – he yelled, trying to fight against the belts, but without success. Each frustrated attempt at moving shook the pee inside his painfully full bladder.
Poor Yure i think that his full bladder is going to burst any minute now it look to be very close now.
– What a fatty baby! – said Vitória. – He is so pudgy, looks like a little ball! Yure wanted to say “stop fat-shaming me”, but, even if he could talk, the baby bottle would muffle his voice. – He’s really very chubby – said Vitória, groping Yure’s belly. – Really a lot… Vitória began to push her fingers against Yure’s underbelly, pushing the thumbs to feel the squishness of that belly full of milk. But she didn’t seem to notice that she was pushing her thumbs right over Yure’s pained bladder. Yure felt his pee trying to come out, puhsing against the exit, but he fought, with all that he had, to stay dry. It was when he began to sweat. “Now I really know that this is a dream”, he thought, “Cats don’t sweat”.
Once upon a time, there was a cat name Yure. That cat, poor thing, had a small problem: he peed the bed. Every night, he would promise to himself to control his wee, but always failed. That night, as usual, he wore his diaper and took a cup of water. Then, he fell asleep. In the dream, he woke up in a crib, much smaller than his bed. He was also sucking on a pacifier! He, who always slept with the lights on, was scared to find everything dark. The dream was very real. It was like he was in his home, in the same place were the bed used to be, except that now the bed was a crib, the lights were off, he was sucking on a pacifier and even had baby mittens. “What is going on?”, he thought to himself as the moonlight bathed him through the open window.
It most be super strange for this cat to woke up like this.
Yure spit the pacifier and began to walk around the house, trying to understand what was going on. But he didn’t walk a lot before being forced to stop: a strong shudder ran through his spine, coming from his bladder, rising to the brain, coming back down and ending in the pee-pee and tail tip. He had to wee, and had to go at that instant. It was when he noticed what was going on… First, he woke up in a strange place… and now he had to pee. It could only be a dream, caused by his little body’s desire to make a little river in his diaper. But he could not allow! If he made a tinkle in the dream, of course he wake up in wet diapers or maybe even on a wet bed! He had to hold it in… but someone approached slowly… – Hello, Yure! – said Vitória. Yure was startled and almost relieved himself there and then. He looked behind and asked: – Waahgwahbgwahbgwabgwahbagaaaa! He was startled again. The words were not coming out. – Maybe the little baby wants baba? – asked Vitória. – You look thirsty… It was now clear: the diaper that he wore at bed time and the desire to wet it were making Yure dream that he was a five-year-old baby.