I took about a year off, cut y'all some slack. Tell a friend to tell a friend... I'm back
Any who... continuing this series. Might take a sec to get back in the flow of it though.
Severus knew that Dumbledore would be fine with him leaving this staff meeting to run to the bathroom really quick, especially after previous accidents. He knew it was normal to need to pee. But something about Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Madam Pomfrey all knowing that he was off to empty his bladder, now that was a bit embarrassing. And so, Severus tried his very best to hide his need to pee. He sat in his chair at the large table, halfway across the room from the door. He checked his watch. Only 45 minutes left of this meeting, great. He could totally do it. And that's what he did. He knew that he should have gone to the bathroom when he woke up and felt his bladder was a bit full but he had ignored it. Yet again he had had a chance to relieve himself before the meeting had started, but had gotten caught up in a debate with Slughorn about the medical properties of Wolfram Leaves but once again, he had ignored his needs. Now sitting in this meeting, he regretted those choices. He sat in his normally comfortable plush chair, trying to alleviate some of the pressure off his bladder without looking too desperate.
Snape's bladder situation was growing worse by the minute. For the first 5 minutes of the meeting, Severus shook his leg, trying to listen to whatever boring topic was being discussed. when that did nothing he crossed his legs. Momentarily, he felt a moment of relief while Dumbledore droned on in the background about student curfews or something like that. Severus glanced around before shoving his hand between his thighs and giving his crotch a quick squeeze. It didn't do much to cure his aching bladder due to his thick grey trousers. He removed his hand from his crotch and continued to listen, hoping that a distraction would help. No such luck. With 30 minutes left in the meeting, Severus's need was growing exponentially. he was constantly crossing and uncrossing then recrossing his legs and was sure someone at the table noticed his distress. Glancing up, he noticed McGonagall's eyes piercing him. Oh No. He hoped that he was mistaken as he desperately tried to keep his golden liquid contained. As silently as possible, Snape gently pulled the waistband of his trousers and of his cotton panties (he likes them, ok) away from his engorged bladder. As he tries to lay it down flat again, he accidentally lets go. The elastic snaps against the tender skin and he feels a sudden burst of urine burst from the tip of his penis and soak the cotton surrounding his tip. He let out a sharp yelp in surprise. When he noticed everyone's eyes on him, he played it off saying, "Sorry, my foot had fallen asleep." At this McGonagall gave him a suspicious glance. The meeting continued and Snape checked his watch again. Twenty minutes.
Snape was beginning to feel unsure about his ability to hold in his pee. He gently raised his bum out of the padded chair, thinking a different position could help. It did. Unfortunately, Snape was not the strongest and couldn't hold this squat position any longer. He plopped back down into his chair and felt his bladder scream in dismay. Across the table, Flitwick poured himself a tall glass of water. The sound of the cool liquid pinging into the glass relaxed Severus. Maybe a bit to much, as he felt another long spurt of liquid escape his little member. Quickly, He shoved his hand into his crotch and gave himself a sharp squeeze. To his alarm, he could feel a wet patch through his trousers. Attempting to be subtle, Snape brushed his robes aside and looked down. The dark patch was only visible if you really looked, but it was definitely there. Knowing there was nothing he could do at the moment, he put both hands between his tightly crossed legs and grabbed his now damp crotch. He held himself with all his might, bladder aching and dying for a wee. With ten minutes remaining, McGonagall walked around passing out papers for the teachers to give to their students. when she reached Severus's chair she bent down. Whispering into his ear she asked, "Severus, do you need to go potty?" He shook his head. "are you sure?" she responded. Snape gave in, nodding his head while she asked, "do you think you can hold it." He pressed his lips together and shook his head once more. "I can take you after the meeting if you like." Snape looked at her with grateful eyes. Gracefully, McGonagall made her way over to Dumbledore. She told him, "Severus has a bit of a situation, but he is a bit embarrassed." Snape felt Dumbledore glance at him. Once everyone had received their papers, Dumbledore stood up and said, "Those meeting is now dismissed, have a great day." Slowly, the teachers got up to leave until it was just Severus, Minerva, and Albus remaining. Gently, Minerva asked, "Sev, do you need to go number one or number two." Snape muttered, "number one" then tears began to form in his eyes as he said, "I don't think I can hold it I need to go potty so bad." Severus grabbed himself, desperately trying to squeeze himself through the thick trousers he wore and legs pressed together as tightly as possible. He felt another long spurt leave his weak cock as he cried out. Ashamedly, he said, "My undies aren't completely dry, please can you take me to go potty." McGonagall hurried over. She helped him stand up as the overwhelming affects of Gravity took over. Severus hunched over, grabbing himself, what little dignity he had was long gone. He let her guide him into the hall way, each step he took, his damp pants gained a bit more liquid. Finally he made it to the bathroom but it was too much, The flood gates burst and fluid started spurting from his penis like water from a house, noisily gushing into his leaking pants. His hands were soaking as he tried to stop it. McGonagall sat him on the porcelain throne, pants and all so he could finish his business. When the stream tapered off, Severus felt his second problem come up. Until now, he had been to busy trying to not pee himself, he hadn't noticed another problem. He really needed to poop. With the momentum from his long piss, his bowels started to push on their own and he felt the poo stick its head out of his bum. he called to McGonagall, "I gotta go poopy, its comin out. Pease help me, I cant get my pants off" The poor boy was standing there, on hand pressed against his anus the other worthlessly fiddling with the button and fly. McGonagall began to undo it but it was to late. The lump plopped into the back of Severus's panties.
As he stood there, Snape began to cry. He felt ridiculous, standing in the bathroom, a puddle beneath his feet, legs apart with a giant wet patch his crotch and the back of his pants sagging down. Additionally, it was beginning to smell. McGonagall sent a note to Dumbledore letting him know to send a sub to both of their classrooms, then she lead the crying boy back to his room. Severus waddled as he walked, the lump in his pants mushing around with every step. Luckily there were no students in the halls. When they reached his quarters, McGonagall helped him out of his messy clothes and into the shower. While he washed himself, she scraped the excess poo from his little panties into the toilet. She helped him wash his hair and get dressed. Then she said, "Severus, accidents happen to everyone, but please, next time you need to go potty, let Madam Pomfrey or myself know. There are many ways we could spare you from that humiliation."
When she had finally left his room, Severus laid down and took along nap, tired from the humiliations of the day.
THE END
Hope you guys enjoyed this. Its a bit.. Messier, than the last chapters but I think its okay. Have fun my dears.
If you like this, I am starting a series of Avengers wetting one-shots. Yay!
also the word count on this is like 1400 words soooo
