Continence Enforcement Officer

Reggie Harris was in a good mood as he showed up for work. He had been employed as a Continence Enforcement Officer for about 6 months and was convinced this is the job he'd enjoy for many years to come. He had been a regular policeman for a few years, he'd enjoyed it, but knew it wasn't something he'd do all the way to retirement. When he transferred from the Police Department to the Department of Health he was unsure if he'd like working in the Division of Continence Enforcement, it turns out it was a great career move; the paperwork was easier and hardly any of the clientele were violent!

Reggie looked at the assignment board and saw that for the evening shift he was paired with Officer Abby Sloane. Abby was a great partner to work with, she was good at her job and she was an easy person to carry on a conversation with during the downtime of the shift. When Reggie walked out to the patrol van he found Abby was already starting the log book.

"Looks like it might be a busy night," said Abby. "We've already got one to pick up. The security guards over at Mercy Hospital have a woman detained for us."

Reggie hopped in the patrol van and they made their way to Mercy. The hospital wasn't in the best part of town and it wasn't unusual for their security guards to find vagrants urinating in the alley or parking garage. Reggie was surprised when they walked into the security office to find the person detained wasn't a drunken street person. Standing in the corner of the office was a young woman in light purple scrubs with wet streaks down each leg.

The security guard handed Abby a statement form, "Chloe Kincaid is one of our nurses. The nursing supervisor called us after Chloe urinated on herself in the hallway. Our HR Department already talked to her, she's all yours."

Reggie approached the wet woman. "I'm Officer Harris from the Department of Health's Division of Continence Enforcement. You're under arrest for violation of public health code." Reggie placed the woman's hands behind her back and quickly clicked handcuffs on her wrists. "You will be taken to the Continence Examination Center where your punishment will be determined. Policy requires that I search you."

The government had for many years instituted enforcement policies that used humiliation to discourage repeat offenses, an example of that was the policy that encouraged all searches to be performed by an officer of the opposite gender as the offender; Reggie acted professional as he put on gloves before beginning his pat-down of Chloe Kincaid, but he was pleased that his job allowed hIm to feel up the handcuffed woman. Chloe's soft breasts didn't sag and her butt was firm, Reggie loved his job!

"I'll need you to confirm your name and age. If you would like to make a brief statement, we'll make sure to include it in the report that goes to the Examination Center."

"Chloe Kincaid, I'm 23. I've never peed my pants before, can I please just be let off with a warning? The hospital is disciplining me for violating policy, do I really need to be arrested too?"

"I'm afraid so," said Abby. "It looks like the hospital reported you. It's too bad you didn't report yourself; it's only a reprimand for a first offense, but since you didn't call yourself in, there will definitely be a punishment in the public square."

"But I couldn't call myself in. The security guards wouldn't let me use my phone. They escorted me straight from the nurse's station to the HR office and then from HR to the security office. I know better than to not report myself (my mom had to spend a day in the public square a few years ago because she didn't call after leaking during a sneezing fit). I keep the hotline phone number saved in my contacts just in case. I wanted to call, they just wouldn't let me!"

"The only exception the public health code recognizes is if you are unable to call due to a medical emergency," explained Abby. "There is no exception for being detained and disciplined by your employer. The statement from security just says that you urinated in your pants, it doesn't say why. Would you like to tell us before you get to the Examination Center?"

"We were just so busy today; a few nurses are out sick and the hospital is very full. I spent all day going from room to room and didn't have time for any breaks. I worked straight through my lunch break and both coffee breaks. I only had a half hour left in the shift. I had to go so bad! I'm pretty sure I was potty dancing the entire last hour before the accident happened. I'd left one of the patient rooms and was just getting back to the nurse's station when I felt it happen. It wasn't a leak or anything like that, it completely started pouring out of me! The nursing supervisor started chewing me out while piss was running down my legs. She must have security on speed dial or something, because they were right there hauling my wet ass to HR while the last dribbles were still coming out."

Reggie felt a little bad for the young woman after hearing her story, but he still had a job to do. He and Abby escorted their prisoner to the van where they locked her away and submitted her paperwork on their laptop computer. "I'm surprised a hospital would let one of their employees end up without a bathroom break."

Abby had worked for the Division of Continence Enforcement for a few years and had seen it before, "Health care is a business, like all big businesses all they care about is the bottom line. A humiliated employee means nothing to them. She's not the first nurse I've picked up from here. This happens a couple times a year at Mercy Hospital and they're never allowed to report themselves to the hotline. I've probably seen half a dozen nurses end up in the public square."

The computer chimed with the next assignment. "No surprise," said Reggie. "We need to go to the bus station. At least this one reported herself to the hotline." All the Continence Enforcement Officers knew that the busy evening commute and the lack of restrooms on the city bus lines led to accidents nearly every day.

At the bus station it didn't take long to find their next arrestee. A woman standing at the front door had wet thighs, and the seat of her khaki pants was soaked.

An employee of the bus company handed Abby some paperwork, "We're going to ask for restitution, we need to shampoo the seat before it can be used again."

Reggie addressed the wet woman, "I need to confirm your identity." The woman nodded meekly and handed Reggie her ID card. Gwendolyn Cartwright, age 44.

Reggie slapped her in cuffs, then put on his gloves to begin her pat-down. "I'm required to search you. Please stand still with your legs apart." Once again Reggie enjoy the part of his job that allowed him to put his hands where the prisoner didn't want them. Gwendolyn's chest was larger than Chloe's and her buttocks was easily twice the size of the young nurse's rump. Reggie noted she wasn't as firm, but she was still pleasant to squeeze. "Would you like to make a statement about what happened?"

"I thought I could make it home. I had to go a little when I left work, but I really thought I would make it. I must've drank more coffee than I thought because within a few minutes of getting on the bus I had to go pretty bad. Soon I was squirming and wiggling and then I felt the first spurt. And only a minute later there was a second spurt, except it was longer. The third time wasn't a spurt, pee just kept coming out. I sat there completely mortified for a minute, not really knowing what to do. Finally I came back to my senses and realized I should call the hotline. They told me to get off at the main bus station and that an employee would meet me to check the seat. I'm really sorry I peed on the bus."

Abby and Reggie escorted Gwendolyn to the van. "You'll be kept here until we get back to the Examination Center," said Abby. "After your examination you'll be informed of your consequences." Gwendolyn was placed in back with Chloe and the door was slammed shut.

Their paperwork was barely filed before Abby and Reggie were sent to the next call. "We're headed to the university," said Abby. "The librarian is reporting a girl sitting in the study hall who appears to have defecated her pants."

A library aide met them at the door and escorted them to the 3rd floor where the librarian was waiting for them. "I was walking through the study hall when I heard the girl fart, only it sounded pretty wet. I watched for a minute and she kept reaching back and touching her bottom. It's been over 20 minutes and there's still a lingering smell. She hasn't stood up yet, so I haven't been able to tell if there's a stain in her leggings, but I'm sure it wasn't just gas."

Reggie and Abby approached the girl who was sitting with her text book open on the table. As they got within 10 feet Reggie could smell the evidence. When the girl looked up and saw the uniforms of the Continence Enforcement Officers she gasped and her hands began to tremble.

"We're officers, Sloane and Harris from the Division of Continence Enforcement. We received a report that you may have defecated in your pants in violation of public health regulations. I'm going to have to ask you to stand up from the chair and then bend over the table so we can see the seat of your pants."

The college student's legs wobbled as she rose from the chair and then sprawled herself across the table. Her face turned red as the brown stain between the globes of her round butt became visible through her light gray leggings.

Reggie grabbed his handcuffs and quickly secured the violator as she was still bent across the table. "It was just a shart!" she exclaimed, as the cold metal encased her wrists. "I didn't mean to shit myself."

Reggie stood her upright then put on his rubber gloves. "You're under arrest. I'm required to pat you down. Keep your legs spread apart while I conduct the search." Her chest was pert and her bottom was tight, Reggie enjoyed how she felt, but didn't particularly enjoy the odor that wafted out of her leggings as she was being patted down.

Abby took a look at the girl's college ID. Melissa Fletcher, a 21 year old senior at the university. "Would you like to make a statement?"

"I stopped at my favorite taco truck on my way to study for my chemistry test. I'd tooted a couple times while studying, but that isn't unusual after tacos. The last one ended up being a really wet fart that I didn't expect!"

"Are you aware that you are required to self-report violations to the Incontinence Hotline within 10 minutes?" asked Abby. "Why didn't you call?"

"I was too embarrassed to call. The accident seemed pretty small, there was no one sitting near me, so I didn't think anyone would smell it. I texted my roommate to bring me clean pants and underwear, she'll be here any minute."

"What did you tell her about why you needed clean clothes?" asked Reggie.

"I told her I sharted and that I needed clean underwear and some pants so I could walk back to the dorm without anyone seeing."

A moment later another student entered the study hall carrying a tote bag. She seemed surprised at seeing two Continence Enforcement Officers and the librarian and library aide.

"What the heck, Missy! I thought you weren't going to report yourself?"

"I didn't," muttered the handcuffed girl. "I got caught."

Abby motioned to the roommate, "We'll need your ID. Can you please show me the text she sent you."

The roommate handed over her ID card, then reluctantly handed her phone to the officer.

Abby read the screen and checked the ID. Jessica Larson, 21, a senior. "This isn't good Miss Larson. At a minimum you are an accomplice after the fact just for bringing her the clean clothes. These texts look like you are involved in a conspiracy to help your friend avoid the consequences she deserves."

Reggie took another pair of handcuffs off his belt and walked to the stunned roommate. "You are under arrest for abetting violations of the public health code and Conspiracy to Obstruct the Regulatory Process. I am required to pat you down. Please stand still with your legs spread apart." Reggie was excited to feel that Jessica was just as firm and pert as her roommate, and she didn't have the foul smell coming from her buttocks!

"I'm sorry, Jess," sobbed the stinky college girl. "I really didn't think anyone noticed me."

"Well they did!" snapped Jessica. "You should have just reported yourself."

"I couldn't go through that again," cried Melissa. "When I got drug to the Examination Center our freshman year it was devastating. It took months before I got over the fact that everyone we knew had gone online and watched the video of me getting examined after I wet the bed in our dorm room."

"Well they're all going to see you get it again, and now me too!" said Jessica. "Abetting and Conspiracy! You know we're going to the public square, and probably more than once. I just wonder how sore our asses will be."

"Oh, don't bring up the paddling we're going to get!" begged Melissa. "I'm sorry I got you into this!"

As the college girls were put in the back of the van, Melissa continued to whine and apologize while Jessica kept pointing out it was all Melissa's fault. The last thing the officers heard as they slammed the door was Jessica saying, "You know they're all going to call you Messy Missy!"

Reggie and Abby had a good chuckle at the misfortune of the college girls. "I can't believe she was dumb enough to put it in a text message; I mean, the evidence is right there for everyone to read. The rest of the evidence was right there in her leggings for everyone to smell."

The laptop chimed with a new call. "This next one's for you Abby. We need to head to the airport for a guy who urinated on himself."

When they pulled up to the airport they were directed to the main terminal, inside they found security and an airline agent standing with a man and woman. The man was staring at his feet while the woman berated him.

"My big masculine husband couldn't even hold his pee during some turbulence.

I've given birth to 2 kids and I was able to hold it until we landed. Just wait till the guys at the warehouse learn that their foreman still wets his pants like a little boy.

"I know book club will be interesting next week. I'm sure all of my friends will have logged in to watch you getting stripped at the Examination Center. They'll probably all go back and look at the records and see that you were there in college too. It may have been funny back in college that you got so drunk you pissed your pants, but it's not funny that you pissed yourself at 38!

"Mark, you won't just get a reprimand this time, there will be a real punishment! Hopefully it'll just be a paddling at the center, but you'll probably get put in the public square. You couldn't call to report yourself while we were on the plane, so you'll probably get put in the pillory for that. Humiliating, that my husband has to go to the public square for wetting his pants."

Abby stepped between the couple after glancing at the paperwork from the airline. "I'll take him from here Mrs Wallace." She turned to the embarrassed husband and said, "I'm Officer Sloane from the Division of Continence Enforcement. You are under arrest for violations of the public health codes. I need you to place your hands behind your back. I'm obligated to pat you down before we transport you to the Continence Examination Center. Please spread your legs and stand still while I conduct the search."

Mark Wallace spread his legs and kept his head hung in shame while Abby placed handcuffs on his wrist and proceeded to pat him down. Abby was no different than Reggie, she also enjoyed the perks of her job. Abby took note of Mark's muscular chest, firm butt and more than average size bulge in the front of his wet jeans. She might enjoy a stroll through the public square if he were to be sentenced to time there.

The airline agent piped up, "The seatbelt sign stayed on the entire flight because of turbulence. There were several passengers squirming in their seats, when the plane landed our flight attendants did a quick visial check of everyone and determined that Mr. Wallace was the only one who'd obviouslt urinated in a seat. We do ask for restitution for the seat cleaning. It was only a 4 hour flight, he should've been able to control himself like everyone else."

"Would you like to make a statement before we put you in the van?" Mark looked timidly at his wife who glared back at him, then shook his head. Mark trudged to the van and sat down with a resigned sigh.

Before the door could close Jessica asked the officers, "How long do we have to sit back here? I'm tired of smelling Missy... and... well...it's been a while and I have to pee. I don't want to pee my pants. I know it was wrong to bring her clean pants, but is there any reason I should have to wet myself?"

"Miss Larson, there's no restroom accommodation for incontinence violators. You'll just have to hold it, or suffer the consequences like everyone else," said Abby. "There is no definitive answer for how long you will be in here, this van holds 6 prisoners and we don't go back to the examination center until we have reached capacity." Abby shut the door leaving Jessica to continue smelling her friend's mess.

Once they got back in the cab of the transport van, Reggie turned to his partner, "Mrs. Wallace sure didn't hold back as she was reaming out her husband, of course everything she said is true. Sometimes it seems a little unfair when someone has to get punished for failure to self-report when they weren't in the position to be able to make a phone call, kind of like Chloe Kincaid. They definitely deserve the punishment for wetting their pants, and I suppose there's no way to really know if they would have called when they got to a phone... it just seems a bit cruel that they get the same penalty as Melissa Fletcher who intentionally didn't call."

"I partially agree," said Abby. "They put themselves in a position to have a full bladder without access to a phone, any consequences are deserved. I do agree that intentionally not reporting incontinence should have a more severe consequence."

Soon the computer chimed with another appointment. "We're going to the grocery store up on 185th Street," said Abby. "She called the hotline to report herself, the notes say she'll meet us at the front door. It looks like another loss of bladder control."

When the Continence Enforcement Officers arrived at the grocery store, Reggie could see a woman standing on the sidewalk: her green leggings were soaked, her belly showed she was obviously pregnant, and a toddler was holding her hand. As the officers walked up to the woman her child was the first one to speak, "Mommy didn't make it to the potty in time. Accidents happen sometimes."

Reggie was about to ask Abby what they were supposed to do with the child, but before he could ask the woman spoke. "Right after I called the hotline, I called my husband, he'll will be here in a few minutes to take Jamie."

"While we are waiting, we can take care of some preliminary matters," Abby said. "May I please have your ID?"

The wet woman reached into her purse and handed Abby her ID. Monica Hartman, age 32. Abby asked, "Would you like to tell us what happened Mrs. Hartman?"

"I'm used to the baby pushing on my bladder and having to go to the bathroom more often or having to go right away as soon as I feel the urge. I felt the urge as we were getting out of the car. As we were walking up the parking lot to the store, I felt two short spurts into my panties. My plan was to go to the restroom first thing when we got inside the store, but just before we got to the doors I started to pee uncontrollably. I've never had this big of an accident before. I had a couple small leaks during both pregnancies, but never have I completely peed myself. This is pretty embarrassing!"