Burying The Past

Author's Note: This story contains omorashi (pee desperation, wetting), diapers, and explicit descriptions of unsafe sex. If you prefer not to read about any of those it would be best to skip this story; otherwise, please enjoy.

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Chapter 1

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Emma leaned idly against the chipped counter behind the cash register, watching the small shop's lone patron browse an endcap display of scented candles. Eventually he settled on a green one and dropped it in the basket on his arm. He wandered down the aisle and out of her sight, leaving her with nothing to watch but the clock once again.

The older gentleman returned to the front of the store a short time later, having added a decorative hand towel to his basket.

"My sister-in-law is visiting," he explained as he set the basket on the counter.

"Very nice, I'm sure she'll like them," Emma replied in a polite but uninterested voice.

He shrugged, "Truth be told, it's probably shi-stuff she doesn't need, but my wife sent me to get a welcoming gift... so here I am."

Emma dutifully rang him up and sent him on his way, leaving the store empty save for her and her co-worker, Josh. Josh had told her that morning he would be doing inventory in the stockroom most of the day, and she had hardly seen him since. Given how little merchandise they were moving these days, it surprised her there could be so much inventory work needed, but it wasn't like there was much work for him to do at the checkout counter either.

As closing time rolled around he finally re-appeared from the back.

"Hey Emma, I'm headed out. I cleaned and locked up the restroom already. Can you handle the rest of close up?"

"Sure, I got it. Hey next time could you let me know before you close the bathroom? I've been stuck up front all day without a break while you were in the back."

"Oh yeah, sorry about that, I can unlock them again if you want," he offered.

Emma sighed, "No, it's all right. `Night Josh."

Emma locked the door behind him and flipped the open sign to "Closed". After a quick sweep of the floors, she headed out to her '98 Cavalier in the back parking lot.

The engine cranked and sputtered when Emma turned the key, but didn't catch. It did that occasionally, but if she waited a few minutes it would usually start on the second or third try. She pulled out her phone and spent some time catching up on Twitter. After a few minutes, she tried the key again and heard the engine turn over, followed by a loud snap, a rapid series of metallic clicks and then silence. She turned the key again, but the dash didn't even light up this time.

"Oh for fuck's sake," she cursed at the steering wheel.

Emma popped the hood and climbed out to look at the engine. After a minute of staring blankly at what looked to her like a completely fine and normal engine, she sighed and slammed the hood shut. She was only fooling herself thinking her newly-earned technical writing degree gave her the knowledge to fix whatever was wrong with this pile of junk.

Pulling out her phone, she requested an Uber and then walked back to the front of the store to wait. Now that she faced a longer than anticipated journey home, she wished she had asked Josh to unlock the bathroom before he left.

Eventually her ride pulled up and she subconsciously assessed the driver to assure herself he wasn't about to kidnap or murder her. He was about her age, clean shaven, and decently dressed - oh and relatively handsome as well - so probably not a threat she determined.

"Hey, thanks for the lift," she greeted him as she climbed into the passenger seat.

He nodded to her, "sure, make yourself comfortable. I'm Dan. Headed home?"

"Yeah, thanks."

Emma stole a few glances at Dan as they drove down the street. He was actually more than a little handsome she decided, but she noticed with some disappointment a ring on his finger. He didn't say a word as they drove further though, and that cut into his charm a bit.

Emma tried to get a conversation started.

"Thanks again for the ride. I tried to start my car after work but it seems to be completely dead now, and I just had a ton of work done on it too. Not sure how I'll afford to get it fixed this time."

"Sorry to hear that... my day hasn't gone well either unfortunately."

Silence filled the car. She sensed Dan was on the verge of saying more, but then his attention focused back on the road, and she understood he had decided not to explain further. The air was suddenly very heavy, and she decided not to ask for more details despite her curiosity. Instead, she pulled out her phone and zoned out while Dan drove on.

Emma stretched her thumb to scroll the screen but never finished the movement. A thunderous screech of metal and cracking of plastic assaulted her ears, and her vision went blank for a moment. She came to moments later, ears ringing and surrounded by acrid wisps of smoke.

Looking out the front windshield she found herself staring straight into the empty passenger seat of another car. To her right, she saw the driver of the other car slumped over the steering wheel.

Slight panic began to set in as Emma finally realized she had just been in a car accident. She pushed the deflated airbag off her lap, undid her seatbelt, and looked over at Dan.

"Dan?"

Dan's hand came up and he pushed an airbag out of his face.

"I'm OK. Are you OK?" he inquired, wincing slightly as he turned to look at her.

"Yeah, I think so. What happened?"

Dan shook his head, "I actually can't remember. I don't remember seeing them coming at all."

"The other driver, I'm not sure if he's all right. He doesn't seem to be moving," Emma told him worriedly.

Dan followed her gaze to the driver's seat of the other car. Emma tried to sit up straighter to get a better view, but a sharp pain in her right ankle made her cry out loudly.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt?" Dan asked immediately, the other driver completely forgotten.

A loud knock came at Emma's window before she could reply. She turned her head and heard the muffled voice of a man outside the car.

"Are you all right in there?"

Emma saw the man pulling in vain on the door handle and realized the door was jammed. Her heart rate jumped dramatically and she felt suddenly very claustrophobic. A memory flashed through her mind: she stood dressed in black at a funeral on a grey and cloudy day. She saw herself looking into the casket and saw... herself.

"We're trapped! WE HAVE TO GET OUT!" she screamed suddenly, momentarily unable to focus on anything else.

"No, No, it's OK! Don't worry. It'll be all right," Dan said, trying to calm her.

Emma felt Dan's firm grasp on her arm. Almost as quickly as the panic attack had come, it faded away when he touched her. She looked over into his eyes, and then looking past his face noticed his door was already open.

"My foot, something happened to my foot," she told him.

"Can you open your door?"

"No, it's stuck."

"OK, hold on a sec."

Dan swiveled his feet towards the center of the car.

"Lean back," he instructed her.

With all his might he unleashed a double-footed kick at the door panel and it swung open with a terrible crack and grinding noise.

"Wait there a minute, let me come around to help you," he told her.

"Are you all right?" the other man who had been trying to free her asked when the door swung open.

Before Emma could answer, Dan had rushed around the car and gently pushed the man out of the way. Reaching one hand behind her back and the other under her legs, Dan picked her up and carried her to the curb.

Several other bystanders gathered around them.

"Don't worry, help is on the way," one of them said.

Emma sat waiting for the police to arrive, thinking of nothing but the pain in her ankle and how much she now wished she had visited the bathroom before leaving work. Dan came over and sat down next to her.

"The other driver is fine, he was just stunned. I'm really sorry about what happened," he told her.

"What actually happened?"

Dan interlaced his fingers and looked down at his hands.

"I, uh, I ran a light and hit the other car as he was turning left... I fucked up... couldn't get my mind off earlier today."

"Earlier today?"

A police car pulled up at that moment, and Dan used the opportunity to dodge the question.

"I better go talk to him, I'll get some help for your foot, just wait here."

Moments later he and the officer returned, and the officer kneeled down in front of her.

"Good evening Miss, this gentleman says your foot's hurt. Do you want me to call an ambulance?"

"Uhhhh, no, please don't."

In a quieter and somewhat ashamed voice she continued, "I can't afford that right now."

The policeman sighed, "Don't worry about the cost, if you're hurt we should call an ambulance. Can you stand?"

Emma applied a little weight to her ankle, but winced immediately as a sharp pain radiated up her leg bone.

The policeman reached for his radio, but Emma waved him off and spoke quickly.

"No, no, please don't. It'll be all right, it's probably just sore."

He looked at her skeptically but dropped his hand away from the radio.

"Yeah right, you a nurse? Whatever, it's your call."

Shaking his head, the officer walked off to speak with the other driver, and Dan sat down beside Emma again.

"I just called a friend, he'll be on his way to work soon but said he could drop you off at your place on the way - if you want."

"Yeah, thanks. Wait, have you seen my phone?"

"Uh, let me check the car."

A few minutes later Dan returned and handed over her phone.

"Found it - doesn't look like there's any damage."

"Thanks. At least something survived the day unscathed."

Emma sat on the curb watching the policeman investigate the scene while the wrecker driver hooked up the damaged cars. From time to time she caught herself subconsciously placing a hand between her legs, and quickly moved it away. By the time Dan's friend showed up, she found herself more focused on her need to pee than on the pain in her ankle.

Dan reached out a hand to help Emma stand. She tried to place weight on her ankle, but the pain was simply unbearable. She stood helpless for a moment on one foot until Dan realized her plight. With one arm around her back and the other under her legs, he carried her over to his friend's car and set her in the car seat. As he released her, she felt a slight tingle on her legs where his hand had made contact.

"Wow, sorry about what happened, where do you live?" Dan's friend greeted her.

Emma gave him directions and the three set off. After about 5 minutes, Emma began to feel an uncomfortable cramping in her bladder.

"Sorry, do you think we could stop at a gas station quick so I can use the restroom?"

"Sorry I'm running late for work already, but we're only like 10 minutes away from your house, OK?"

"Oh, OK," Emma conceded.

Hidden by the darkness of evening, she buried her hand between her legs and squeezed tight for the remainder of the ride.

When they arrived at her apartment Emma opened the car door and stood up, holding onto the door frame for support.

"Uh, Dan...?" she said, raising her voice at the end of the pseudo-question.

Dan jumped out quickly and picked her up in his arms.

"This would be a lot easier if you had crutches or something," he commented.

As he started carrying her towards the apartment, Dan's friend called out.

"Hey Dan, I legit have to go or I'm gonna be late for work."

"Go on man, I'll find my own way home, thanks a lot for the lift!"

"OK, good luck!"

Dan carried her to her doorstep and set her down to unlock the door. She winced as her feet hit the ground and a spasm shook her bladder. It took all her might not to give in and have an accident right there on the doorstep.

"Well, I'm really really sorry about what happened. I hope the rest of your night goes better," he said as he turned to walk away.

"Wait! Could you carry me to the bathroom please," she begged, desperate to get to a toilet before losing control.

"Oh, uhhh, sure."

Dan picked her up again and carried her into the dark apartment. Following her directions, he managed to get to the bathroom without walking into any furniture and set her on the toilet lid.

"I'm really sorry again about tonight. I totally understand about the ambulance, money is really tight for me too. I can't believe that happened, I was just so distracted..."

Dan talked on, profusely apologizing for all that had happened. Finally Emma cut him off.

"Dude it's OK, I really have to pee though, could you go please?"

"Oh yeah, sorry. Would it be OK if I wait for an Uber here?"

"Yeah, just leave the bathroom please, I'm about to pee myself."

Dan's eyes went a little wide and he scooted out the door.

"And shut the door!" she called out after him.

He quickly returned and closed the door behind him.

With Dan finally gone, Emma frantically stood and lifted the toilet lid, and then ripped down her shorts and panties and just managed to sit on the toilet before the flood came forth.

After perhaps the longest pee of her life, she used the counter to pull herself over to the sink and wash her hands, and then leaned on the counter again to move over to the door. As soon as she opened it, Dan came running from the living room and helped her move to the couch.

"Here, I prepared an ice pack for your ankle," he said, handing her a plastic Ziploc bag of ice wrapped in a kitchen towel.

"Oh, great, thanks."

Emma held the ice to her ankle as Dan started to speak.

"Look, I'm really,"

Emma held up her hand.

"Stop. I know, apology already accepted, let's move on."

She stared into Dan's forlorn face, he looked so sincerely distraught over the pain he had caused. It made him look almost cuter in a way.

An awkward silence followed as they sat together on the couch. Emma looked down at his hand and remembered the ring on his finger. Without really thinking, she blurted out a question that had nagged her since she first saw him.

"Are you married?"

She felt herself blush and immediately regretted asking, but forgot her embarrassment when Dan responded in a most peculiar way. He looked down at the ring on his hand and slowly slid it off his finger. He held up the ring between two fingers and stared at it.

"This has been on my finger for 11 months. It symbolized the love, devotion, and fidelity that my fiancé and I shared."

He paused and slid the ring into his pants pocket before continuing.

"But earlier today I caught her fucking my own god damn brother. So now it symbolizes nothing."

Emma stared back with eyes wide. No suitable response came to her mind. Thankfully she was saved from having to provide one by the arrival of Dan's Uber.

Dan handed her a napkin upon which he had scribbled a phone number.

"Here's my number. Please text me if I can do anything to help. Seriously, now that my relationship and my car and my job are all fucked I have plenty of time."

"Uhm, thanks, hope tomorrow goes better for you." Emma said.

Dan nodded in acknowledgement and walked out the door.

Emma spent the next hour watching meaningless TV. Finally the hunger in her stomach overruled her desire to remain stationary and she decided to make her way to the kitchen. Walking was out of the question, so she tried hopping on her good foot. She made it a few feet, but every time she landed a jolt of pain shot through her ankle from the shock of the landing. Collapsing on the floor, she managed to make it the rest of the way by dragging her injured foot and crawling on her three good limbs.

When she finally made it to the kitchen she pulled herself up using the counter for support and checked the time on her phone. It had taken a solid 10 minutes just to finish her journey across the living room to the kitchen. She was thankful there was no one else in the apartment to witness her embarrassing crawl to the kitchen, but she also longed to have someone close to lean on and care for her in situations like these. Like Dan had done earlier in the evening.

After eating and cleaning up the dishes, Emma decided on an early bedtime. It took another 15 minutes to crawl down the hallway to the bedroom, because every time she tried to move faster the pain became unbearable.

She paused in front of her closet thinking. Then she opened it and dug around for a few minutes until she found an old package of pull-ups she had bought a few years ago when she had wet the bed from a UTI. She had worn them to bed for a few days after the incident, but the UTI cleared up quickly and she had woken up dry every night. She didn't relish the thought of spending 10 minutes in pain crawling to the bathroom in the middle of the night, so now seemed like an appropriate opportunity to try them again.

It took a lot of struggling, wiggling and pain to change out of her shorts and into the diaper, but eventually she snuggled under the covers and dropped off almost immediately to sleep.

Emma woke up at 1am needing to pee. She tried to go in the diaper, but years of training made it too difficult to get started. Rolling over she managed to fall back to sleep.

She woke again a few hours later, needing to pee much worse this time. She tried again to go in the diaper but couldn't. She tried to go back to sleep, but this time she had to pee too badly. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, sat up, and tried to pee again. The sitting position felt more natural, and within a minute she had managed to pee a bit in the diaper. She checked it for leaks, and then let a bit more out before checking again. After repeating the process a few times, she felt satisfied that she had let enough out to get back to sleep. Having no idea how much the diapers could hold, she didn't dare let out any more than absolutely necessary.

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Chapter 2

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When Emma's alarm blared the next morning she rolled over carelessly to shut it off and cursed as the pain shooting up her leg reminded her of the previous day. She had to pee fairly badly and considered using the diaper again, but reasoned that she had to get up anyway, and having it leak on the bed would be a disaster. Her apartment building's laundry was in the basement, and there wasn't a chance in hell of her getting down the stairs in her current condition.

Gingerly Emma tried to stand and put pressure on her ankle, but the pain was still unbearable. After a leisurely crawl to the bathroom, she discarded the pull-up in the bin and pulled herself up into the shower to clean off. She rested her weight on one foot in the shower with one hand splayed against the wall to keep her steady. At the very least, the warm water soothed her ankle and took a bit of the bite away from the pain.

About halfway through soaping up, her foot slipped and she very nearly collapsed ungracefully into the tub, but she managed to drop clumsily to her good knee instead of face-planting. She paid a bit more care from then on and managed to complete her shower without any further incidents.

Standing at the cash register for the day would be impossible for her, so before fixing breakfast she called in to work to take the day off. She spent the first part of the morning trying to do house work, but found crawling everywhere to be too exhausting. She spent the rest of the morning watching TV, and by lunch time found herself bored out of her mind.

She contemplated calling Dan - not because she really needed anything, but just because she sort of felt like seeing him again. She spent a good while just sitting on the couch staring at her phone, nervously debating whether to call. Finally she decided just to text him.

[Hi dan, its emma, hows it going]

The intense excitement she had felt just after sending the message began to fade as she waited for a response. Finally after about 15 minutes of waiting, she left her phone on the couch and crawled to the kitchen to make lunch.