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The Adventures of Sandy & Jacob "When Nature Calls"

Written by Miles T.F. Baxxter http://www.furaffinity.net/user/tfbaxxter/

Based on characters and plot by Sandy Pants http://www.furaffinity.net/user/sandypants/

"Oh no you don't!" Sandy exclaimed with a concentrated frown as she bit down on her lips, pressing the buttons on her gaming controller at a frantic pace. She was an 11-year old sheep, dressed in overalls and a t-shirt.

"Oh yes I will!" Jacob responded with a grin, expertly maneuvering his character on the screen using his own gaming controller. He was a 27-year old wolf, dressed casually in a shirt and jeans.

They were locked in a heated battle. Jacob seemed to be winning, much to Sandy's chagrin. While Sandy was Jacob's superior in many a game, this was his game, a game he'd spent his unemployed existence mastering.

It was an unlikely friendship - a young-adult wolf and a pre-teen sheep - but they enjoyed each other's company and lived not far apart from one another. Jacob would often come over when Sandy had the house to herself, as a 'babysitter' of sorts. She was, of course, perfectly capable of taking care of herself, but it did give her parents peace of mind, as well as earning Jacob a few dollars.

By now they had been playing for a while, and Jacob had ignored the call of nature more than once. But nature can only be ignored for so long, before it creeps up on you with a fiendish vengeance, showing no regard for things such as dignity or common hygiene.

The wolf let off a muffled gasp as he could feel it. His tail twitched as a soft mess was suddenly starting to press its way into the back of his seat. Shocked and distracted, his character on the screen was left defenseless. A few seconds of button-mashing from the eager sheep, and his health was down to zero. He had lost.

Sandy jumps up from her place in the sofa, raising both arms up high in victory. "Hah! I win!" She grins and looks to the wolf. "I thought you were supposed to be good at this, but I guess you're just a loser."

But Jacob has other, more pressing concerns than in a video game. He shifts in his seat, involuntarily letting off a grunt as he equally involuntarily gives a push. A muffled squelch is heard as he passes gas and finishes pooping his pants. Jacob tries hard to not let off a sigh of relief as the pressure subsides, a pleasant tingle running up his spine.

Sandy raises an eyebrow. "What was that sound?" Then she wrinkles her nose. "And what's that smell?"

"N - nothing," Jacob blurts out quickly in response. "Absolutely nothing at all! Well, I think I'd better get going... " Jacob tries scooting out of the sofa, feeling the mess press and shift against him, spreading further, the lupine wincing at the sensation before fully standing up. He does his best to give her a smile, as he starts slowly backing away, not wanting to turn around and reveal his sagging bottom. "Things to do, and... umh... yeah. Busy, busy, busy. Always so busy." But nature rarely calls just once. He started to dribble, but it quickly turned into a full, steady stream. Jacob pauses, going wide eyed, and looks down. A small puddle was forming underneath him on the floor. He blushes deep red under his fur, ears folding back, looking at Sandy.

Sandy looked on as the wolf peed himself, blinking in surprise, before taking on a look of mild annoyance. She folds her hands over her chest. "Hey, Jake. You're pissing your pants."

Jacob whimpered, putting a paw on the front of his pants as he peed - as if that would accomplish anything besides getting a paw drenched in urine. "S - S - Sandy, I - I - I'm..." the wolf stuttered, unable to keep his bladder from emptying.

"What the heck am I going to tell my parents? How do you even get pee out of a carpet?" Sandy was tapping her foot, looking at the wolf.

"I - I'm really s - sorry... I... d - didn't mean to," the wolf stuttered and whimpered pathetically.

Sandy sighed dramatically and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right. So, are you just about done?"

Jacob looked down. The stream had turned back to a dribble, and soon stopped entirely. He nodded meekly.

"Okay, stand still." Sandy walks forward to assess the damage, looking at the floor, and looking at the wolf and the wolf's drenched pants. She sniffs, then took a stroll around the wolf, pausing to look at his droopy seat. She pats it, causing Jacob to whimper lightly. "Yeah, I thought I heard something. And smelled something. Guess that solves that mystery. Okay, Jake. You go to the bathroom and stand in the bathtub. Don't do anything until I get there. You got that? Don't. Do. Anything."

Jacob nods again, before waddling off to the bathroom as instructed, leaving Sandy to do her best to clean up the puddle he had made.

Once she was alone she let the facade fall, breaking into a smile and letting off a girlish giggle. Eagerly she went to get the cleaning supplies, whistling casually to herself as she scrubbed at the carpet on all fours. This was so exciting! A boy more than twice her age - and her supposed 'babysitter' none the less - had just pooped and peed himself, presumably helplessly, in her presence. While Sandy was a fairly tomboyish girl in many ways, she did have a certain maternal side to her. But taking care of babies had never seemed very appealing to her. Babies are no fun. They just gurgle and babble and cry. You can't carry a conversation with a baby, or play video games with a baby. You can't playfully tease a baby. No, instead she had wanted to take care of something a bit... bigger, and more developed. But something still babyish.

After getting to know Jacob better, Sandy had found out he was quite a 'mommy's boy'. While he seemed bright enough, he did have a certain... dependency to him. One time she'd visited his house, she'd even found some adult diapers in his room (while snooping around in his room without him knowing, of course). Rather than asking him why they were there, she figured it'd be more interesting asking his mommy. Her response was that 'her little boy' had yet to fully master the art of staying dry through the night. She'd mentioned nothing about daytime accidents though.

It was a good thing she had bought certain... supplies. On the off chance she'd ever need them. But now, it seemed like she actually would be needing them. This was going to be fun!

Once done with the puddle cleaning, Sandy entered the bathroom, where a still-blushing Jacob was standing in the bath tub. She was carrying a bag which she rested on the toilet. She looked sternly at the wolf. "Okay, Jacob. Put your thumb in your mouth."

Jacob blinked. "What?"

Sandy frowned. "I said: put your thumb in your mouth."

"Why?" The wolf blinked again.

Sandy let off an impatient sigh, as if she didn't have time for his silly questions. "To help you relax, stupid."

Reluctantly, Jacob followed the orders, slipping his thumb into his muzzle.

"Good. Now start sucking. To help you relax."

Jacob did as he was told, starting to suck his thumb. He didn't feel as if he was in a position to object, and things certainly couldn't get much worse.

"Okay, good. Now, before cleaning up, let's make sure you're all empty. Try giving a push, and see if you can pee or poop more." Sandy did her best to suppress a smile.

Reluctantly, Jacob did as instructed. Sucking his thumb, he pushed. A few more rude sounds were heard from his pants, and he dribbled a bit more.

"Good. Now, let's get the baby clean!" She got a package of baby wipes out from the bag, before stepping up into the tub.

"S - Sandy," the wolf whines from behind his thumb. "I can clean myself up. I'm not a little kid..."

"No, you're clearly not a little kid, 'cause a little kid wouldn't poop his pants. You're just a big baby in grown-up clothes." She pressed a hand firmly under his tail, giggling to herself, feeling his hot, squishy seat.

The wolf yelped in response. "S - S - Sandy!"

"Oh, don't be a cry baby, you big baby. Don't forget to suck your thumb." She unbuttoned his pants and gently slid them down, getting him to step out of them. "Okay, now turn around. Lean forward just a bit... " She started wiping the lupine's messy behind with the wipes, the brown-coloured fur returning to its natural gray colour. Once she was satisfied with his backside, she had him turn back so she could do his crotch and thighs. This elicited the natural response from most boys who're being touched, his member growing erect. Sandy smirked, and continued her job, while Jacob blushed and sucked on his thumb, trying to endure the most embarrassing moment of his life (thus far).

Eventually Sandy announced cheerfully, "There! All done."

"T - thank you," Jacob responded meekly, slipping out his thumb and stepping out of the tub.

"Not so fast, Jake." Sandy jumped out of the tub and quickly made her way to the bag. She pulled out an adult diaper, grinning. "We need to get you into one of these first."

Jacob stared at the diaper in disbelief, then at her. "Why do you even have those?"

Sandy grinned. "I know you have diapers in your room, Jake. And your mother - oops, I mean, your mommy - told me about your night time accidents. Figured it'd be best to be prepared, you know. In case you suddenly sleep over. But I didn't know you had daytime accidents, too. I guess from now on I'll have to put you in diapers whenever you visit. Don't want to risk you leaving stains on the floor or furniture."

Jacob's muzzle was hanging open as he was processing the information. Sandy unfolded the diaper and patted the floor, gesturing for him to lay down.

The wolf obeyed, feeling as helpless as he could be. A few minutes later, and he was in a crinkly diaper, smelling of babypowder. If nature decided to make a sudden surprise call now, at least he'd be protected. Or rather, his surroundings would be protected. A pacifier strap with a pacifier was strapped to his t-shirt. Sandy threatened to bottle feed him and take pictures, and seemed surprisingly enthusiastic about suddenly having a 'big baby' to look after. Jacob was too embarrassed and overwhelmed to fight against her, going along with it for now. After the diversion they returned to the video game, with Jacob left in just his shirt and diapers, his pants needing to be washed and dried before they could be used again. As they played he didn't put up much of a fight, being far too busy thinking about how he was going to explain this to their respective parents. The thought of leaving it up to Sandy seemed like a surprisingly tempting alternative to the wolf.