Dependency (Rick and Morty)
Heat. Heat and humidity and so. much. purple. flora.
Morti sighed, tired, her sweaty clothes uncomfortably sticking to her skin. She was so fixated on the mission at hand, her exhausted body barely able to keep up with Rick, that she didn't notice the alien rodent hiding underneath some leaves.
That was, until she accidentally stepped on it.
Next thing she knew, she was sitting on the ground, holding her bleeding ankle in pain, all while Rick berated her and the rodent ran away, its mouth foaming...
Dreams. Dreams and hallucinations and so. much. utter. confusion.
Morti was lying in her bed, in complete delirium, the rodent's poison running through her system and wreaking havoc on her body. Everything burned. Everything hurt.
It took a long time for Rick, to save her from certain death, but even after the worst was over, her body still hadn't quite recovered completely...
She woke up one late night, weak and drowsy, to the general sensation of pressure in her body. Feeling confused, she just blinked a couple times, before closing her eyes...
When she woke up again a moment later, she was full-on pissing in her pajamas, a loud hissing noise reaching her ears. Still half asleep, she just smiled, giving off a satisfied, unashamed moan, as the scalding wetness enveloped her nether regions, lulling her back to sleep...
The shame came fully over her, when she woke up the next morning in a piss-soaked bed.
Her next accident happened only a few hours later.
She had been sitting on her bed, wrapped up in some blankets and still suffering from a slight headache and fever. For the last half hour, she had just been quietly playing some games on her phone, when a sudden thirst came over her. Oh yeah, it had been a while, since she had something to drink... She should probably grab that glass of water.
The brunette slowly got up, leaving behind a big, damp spot on the matress. Morti froze. Her hand carefully touched the spot. It felt really warm.
Then her hand reluctantly went down to her own crotch. Also damp and warm.
Heat rose into her cheeks, as realization and shame filled her yet again.
"Ah!! No! Fuck!"
Jerry froze mid-step, right in the middle of the hallway, at the sight of his youngest daughter wetting herself, just a few steps away from the open bathroom door.
Morticia was bent forward, butt out, her legs pressed tightly together. Rivulets of pee ran down both her legs, coloring her pants a faint yellow, before pooling into a big puddle right underneath her feet. Her face was burning up.
"That is the third time now, today..." Beth, who also came down the hallway, commented, her expression oddly serious.
Morti was too ashamed to look her mother in the eye, as her body just kept on going, without her control.
When dinner time arrived and her bladder opened the floodgates yet again, right at the table, it became clear to everyone, that something had to be done about this. Which was why Morti, come nighttime, found herself lying in bed yet again... in a diaper.
The horrified and embarrassed teen stared up long and hard at her own ceiling, wanting to disappear into the ground forever, as she felt the thick, snug material surrounding her nether regions.
She wanted to rip this damn thing off, not wanting to be treated like a baby by her own family. But on the other hand, she really didn't want a fifth accident, nor did she want to see that judgemental stare in her mom's eyes again.
So she just went to sleep, reluctantly...
When she woke up from her slumber, it was still nighttime. And she was pissing again. Full force.
Morti groaned, shame and anger and pleasure and relief flooding her all at the same time, as she kept filling up her diaper, her crotch growing insanely hot. A moan of relief escaped her, despite herself, as tension and pressure rapidly drained from her overstressed bladder, leaving behind a nice, empty feeling.
Before she knew what hit her, it was all over, and Morti was left shivering, panting and red-faced in a warm, wet diaper.
She had actually liked it.
The teen blinked, not quite believing what she had just thought. But then she squirmed, moving her thighs and feeling the soft, damp material rub against her privates. Yeah, it... didn't feel too bad, to admit the truth. It was almost comforting, in a weird way.
Morti swallowed thickly, trying to go back to sleep, but unable to, over her own racing heart.
To her family's credit, they never openly mocked or teased Morti over her little problem. Whenever they were all sitting together and the comfortable silence was interrupted by the sudden sound of hissing, as the brunette emptied herself into her new diaper, they always tried to pay it no attention, despite the inherent awkwardness of it.
Morti herself also never brought direct attention to her own accidents. Mainly because she didn't want her family to figure out, just how much she actually liked the feeling of them.
While at first, those accidents were actual accidents, her bladder simply opening the floodgates without any input from her brain, she soon tried to trigger these moments intentionally.
Sometimes, she drank a few more glasses of soda than strictly necessary, while they were all watching TV, and then tried to act surprised, when a hot, heavy torrent burst out of her, right in the middle of an episode.
Or sometimes she simply 'forgot' to do a bathroom break, before falling down into her bed, only to wake up an hour later to the overwhelming sensation of warmth and relief.
And sometimes, when she felt really impatient, she just skipped all of that and intentionally started peeing, alone in her room and in an obvious pissing stance.
She was quickly developing a new problem for herself. One even bigger and more debilitating, than the previous one.
"Say, Morti, it has been over a week by now... Think your body has finally recovered enough, to get rid of the diaper already?"
Her initial reaction, oddly enough, was panic.
The teen turned towards her mother, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, and took a tentative step back, as if she feared, that Beth might pull down her jeans and rip off her diaper right then and there, in the kitchen.
"N-No. I-I mean, yes. Wait, no! I mean, uuh... wh-why are you asking?"
Beth gave her an odd look. Morti squirmed, now blushing. She also leaked a little bit in her diaper, possibly intentionally.
"Well, I just thought you would finally want to be rid of it, that's all." Beth finally commented, after a long, long pause. Shit, was she suspecting something? Morti decided to play it safe.
"Ye- Yeah, sure, I am looking for- forward to it. It just came so sudden. The... The question, I m-mean..."
"Good. Do you think you can try sleeping without one, for tonight?"
There was no earthly reason to say no, and believe her, Morti tried really hard to find one, so she reluctantly caved, looking down at the floor.
"Yes, mom..."
She kept leaking in her diaper.
That same night, she found herself in her own bed again, sans the diaper. Morti looked down at her own crotch, frowning, after she had pulled her blanket to the side.
She was dry. She had a full bladder. She wasn't leaking a bit. She was in full control.
Her frown deepened. Then, as if driven by a sudden impulse, she pressed.
A wet patch formed on her crotch, quickly doubling, tripling in size and pooling on the mattress below. The girl kept on pressing, slowly intensifying it, and soon a visible stream broke out through her clothes, hitting the sheets directly with a slight hiss.
More pressure. The stream began to slightly arch, flying up, and then wildly splattering down all over the place. The puddle kept rapidly growing, the hiss grew louder and Morti groaned, closing her eyes and riding out this moment, this relief...
The next day, the teen was back in her diaper again, her mom having caved in, after seeing the ruined bedsheets. A relieved sigh escaped Morti's lips, as she touched her padded butt.
She wasn't stupid, of course. She knew, realistically, that this couldn't go on forever. Sooner or later, she would have to either ditch the diaper completely, or face an awkward conversation with her family.
But that day wasn't today and as long as she could still get away with it, her body and mind just weren't ready to let go yet.
Morti relaxed, as she opened her floodgates.