Creeping

Chapter 1
Creeping

I crept through the hallway, as quietly and quickly as possible. My bare feet slapped clumsily against the hardwood. A squishing accompanied every hurried step, like the sound of a wet rag slapping against a countertop. I slowed down some to minimise the sound.

Light from the TV room spilt into the hallway, and I could hear the sound her favoured reality show from the open doorway. I stopped. The light column stood as an ominous obstacle between me and the door at the end of the hallway. Goosebumps rose along my arms, and a shiver ran down my back. I was nude except for my undergarment, that simpered. It didn’t alleviate my chills.

I carefully stepped closer to the light, warily eyeing the room. I saw her head twitch, and lift suddenly, eyes towards the screen. I shrug back quickly leaning against the cold wall, hoping she hadn’t caught sight of me in her peripheral vision. The thought of being caught caused torrents of dread to swirl in my stomach.

I could always go back. My left hand twitched at my side, brushing against my hip. The slight sound of something touching plastic was audible. I felt the strained side of my undergarment, practically heaving under its own weight. I shifted and the squish squish sounded again.

Suddenly I heard something else, the tap tap of fingers against a touchscreen. She was texting. She had to be looking down. I remembered how on old phones I had been able the blind-text under my desk at school, only looking down briefly when seeing the response from my friend. Nowadays, you had to look at the phone when texting, you couldn’t just feel your way across the buttons cause there weren’t any.

I drew in a steadying breath, my stomach still coiled out of fear, and swept quickly past the column of light, catching the silhouette of her downturned face. My stomach loosened some, and my shoulders sagged in relief. I pattered as quietly as I could muster on my clumsy appendages. Once I was at the door, I reached up, standing on my tiptoes and turned the knob. The door opening inward in trying to catch myself in my forwards momentum I overcompensated and landed on my behind with a squish plop.

I sat dazed on the chilling floor, my legs splayed, and more goose bumps erupted. I couldn’€™t help but glance downward to my crotch, and another shudder ran through me. The plump vision of a training pull-up met my sight, its polymers poofed outward.

I struggled for a minute trying to get upright. As soon as I was, I sank my thumbs into the strained sides, struggling to hold the weight of my pullup against my hips, and shifted them downwards. It landed like a wet towel between my legs. I carefully stepped out of the leg holes and tuned. I picked it up as best I could, trying to avoid the wetness. I deposited it in the new addition to the bathroom, a diaper genie in the corner. I grabbed some toilet paper and began to dry the front of my crotch. I put the paper into the diaper genie, remembering that flushing the toilet would ruin the covertness of my operation.

I walked over to a decorative wicker basket sitting on shelfs in the corner. The one on the bottom had extra toilet paper in it. The one above that now stored pull-ups. I dug one out and started to put it on. I almost fell on my bottom again when I had to balance on one leg, but I somehow steadied myself this time. As I willingly drew the pull-up up high, I felt my sticky backside that I had forgotten to dry cling to the inside material. I figured it would be fine until morning though.

I wanted to wash my hands, but knew there was no way I could reach the sink on my own. I found some Purell on a reachable shelf, uncapped it and slathered a bit over my hands.

I turned, and started walking out towards the hallway, as I neared the light of the tv room, my stomach coiled again. It felt as if a snake was slithering through my belly, pressing it intently. I waited for only a short moment before I heard the tapping, and I made my way across.

Euphoria passed through me. I had succeeded!

Though relief spread through my chest, warming me, my stomach remained coiled. The snake inside move and rolled as pain built up. It was unexpected. Why did I feel like this, while I also felt relieved? I hunkered down in the hallway, my arms holding my stomach. I felt like I was about to burst into tears when suddenly with a final rumble through my lower stomach the pain subsided abruptly.

I blinked my eyes in surprise against the darkness of the hallway. Relief from my conquest still surged in my chest, but spread slowly, through my arms and stomach, up my neck, tickling my cheeks.

The sensation spread towards my lower back, and lower. Suddenly I felt as if it extended into the backside of my pull-up. Impossible, but surely, I felt as much as heard the pull-up shift against my lower back.

The feeling of my butt cheeks spreading and feeling slick accompanied the shifting. Warmth started building up. Still crouched, my arms left my stomach, and I tentatively placed a hand against this foreign extension of my backside.

I was in shock. I should have known, should’€™ve been able to know and place what I was feeling sooner. My hand shifted across the smooth plastic of my rump. It felt simpering and warm underneath.

Soon the feeling of it building subsided and a new feeling of dread filled me. Tears sprang from my eyes, and quickly started falling. I straightened and disgust shuddered through me. It no longer felt like an extension of myself, but rather a lumpy, warm invasion in my underwe-€... pull-up.

A stench emanating from the invasion clung to my nostrils, and I breathed in through my mouth. I wanted to shrink away from the sticky feeling, the warmth funnily enough send cold chills throughout me.

I knew now. I knew what had happened. I recognised the feeling from my stomach pain. I wish I could’ve said that it had been abrupt, but it had been toying with me, building in my stomach since I entered the hallway. I had mistaken it. The intimate knowledge that I had known for what felt like eons had become foreign to me.

For the first time in 20 years, I had pooped myself!.

And what was worse was that I wasn’€™t sure it wouldn’t happen again.

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Hope it was enjoyable, it’s the first time I’m submitting any work of mine, so thought I’d start with a small oneshot. Please let me know what your thoughts were!