Walk around

Selina began to say she didn't care, but under Nate's influence, suddenly decided that she'd rather walk around.

"I agree," said her mother. "It's such a nice day."

"So it's agreed then, we'll go for a walk and then return the car,' said her father.

And with that they began walking away. Nate has made them to confident in their decision that they didn't even ask him what he wanted.

They continued walking on the sidewalk for a while, pointing out the nearby stores and restaurants. All the while they chastised Nate for walking so slowly. Nate was near ready to burst at this point, and he kept tryin to walk with his legs squeezed together, which meant taking smaller steps. It was all he could do.

"Nate, come on," said his father.

But his family paid no attention to his discomfort. And he would occasionally have to walk quickly in short bursts to catch up with them, during which he thought he would lose control for sure.

But it wasn't until they had eventually slowed do to look around more closely and he had catch up with them that it finally happened.

"Um..." was all that Nate could think of to say before he felt that first little bit of fluid leak out as they were walking. He could feel it hit his underwear and be absorbed, before it was quickly followed by more fluid and which couldn't be absorbed so it moved to another part of the cloth, and so on until there was nowhere to go but right through the fabric and spatter on the ground in a stream.

His family didn't notice at first when the dark patch appeared on his shorts, it was only when his sister started to notice that sound of water hitting pavement and looked around to find the source of the noise. At first she thought there was some nearby fountain they had missed.

"Ew gross! Nate!" she said when she saw what he was doing.

"Nate! What are you doing?!" said his mother.

"I couldn't hold it," said Nate.

It was humiliating. He had no control over his bladder whatsoever. It just just kept coming. He tried to stop the stream of piss that was soaking his clothes but he just couldn't. Besides, he was feeling a great relief as the pressure in his gut was dissipating. Not to mention the excitement of what he was doing. He was in public and there was no where to hide. He couldn't run and he had no control. And his mother, father, and sister were all watching.

They told there for almost a good minute and a half, until Nate was finished. Everyone looked around, not enjoying the strange stares they were getting from other people out walking around. They wanted to walk away and not be associated with him, but they couldn't leave him there, so they stayed.

When Nate had finished, there was a huge pool of piss on the sidewalk, and his clothes were soaked.

"What is wrong with you?" asked his mother.

"I couldn't hold it anymore," was all that Nate could say.

"Look at what you've done! Your clothes are ruined!"

"Come on," said this father, "let's get away from here."

"There's no point, everyone can see what he did, just look at him."

"But let's get away from the scene of the crime. We can deal with his clothes later."

They started walking away. Nate's mother was right, his clothes were absolutely soaked. He didn't wear underwear, having ditched that habit long ago. His shorts were dripping, and the urine had dripped all the way down into his socks and shoes. And he was wearing a long shirt too, the bottom of which came into contact with his shorts and became wet also. He noticed that while his parents were mortified, his sister, getting over the disgust of his actions and the embarrassment of being related to him, was starting to enjoy herself. She liked that he kept getting in trouble and that he just kept making it worse.

When they had walked far enough away they stopped near a trash can and Nate got an idea.

"Look at your shoes!" said his mother, under his influence. "And your shirt! Take them off."

"What?" said Nate.

"You hear your mother," said his father. "All of it."

Nate stared at them, acting as if he didn't place the thought in their heads. His sister was intrigued at what was going on.

"Well?" said his mother. "Strip."

"Are you serious?" asked Nate.

"Now," said his father.

"But what will I wear?"

"Anything except for those clothes."

"And if that includes nothing, so be it."

Selina's eyes went wide at this.

"But that's not fair!" exclaimed Nate.

"Fair?" said his father. "You were the one who got in trouble, earning this punishment in the first place. You were the one who ordered a large drink in the restaurant. And you were the one who pissed himself in front of everyone. You had many choices, and you chose the options that led to this. You could have avoided this, but you didn't. So you can face the consequences once again."

His father was right. This was what he wanted, and now what he wanted was for his parents to order him to strip naked outside.

Nate kicked off his shoes and peeled off his socks, which were wet, and the soles of his shoes were ruined. Then he took off his shirt and then finally his shorts, which he then placed on the pile of piss-soaked clothes next to him. There wasn't anyone around right now, but that couldn't change. Anyone could walk by at any moment and see him standing there, naked, in front of his family. His parents were glaring at him in anger, while his sister was shielding her eyes.

"Now pick them up and throw them away."

Nate picked up the pile of clothes and shoes and dropped them in the trash can, leaving him without any sort of cover whatsoever. Then he gave the next set of instructions to his parents. using his powers.

"Now," began his father," we are going to continue our little walks and you are not going to interrupt it, got it."

"My clothes?" asked Nate.

"We will see what we will do about your clothes later, but for now you will stay like you are."

"Fine."

"You aren't really going to make him walk around like that, right?" asked his sister.

Nate was surprised. His sister was the last person he expected to stand up from him, or object his humiliation. But when he checked her mind he found that she wasn't really concerned about him, but instead about herself being seen and associated with him. She didn't want to be known a the girl with the naked bother, because is was embarrassing for her. He relaxed her worry with his powers so she wouldn't object so much.

"That's right," said their father. "He will walk around like this, and he will like it."

Nate knew he was supposed to pretend he was being punished here, but he couldn't help crack a smile at the unintended irony of that comment.

And with that, the Lawmakers continued their walk, certain to pass even more people and for Nate to get into more trouble for which he will probably be punished for in some other humiliating way, if he had anything to say about it. Normally, like his sister, he would be very concerned about his reputation. As fantastic as his powers were, and as powerful as they made him feel, he was aware of his limits. And as a result he tried to keep his exposure controlled, and walking around completely naked in front of a lot of people was usually too unpredictable. But since they were so far away from, he figured this wouldn't be so bad as if it had happened in his hometown.

Nate walked down the sidewalk with his family, passing the occasional person or group that always did a double take in their direction. He around at his surroundings and then down to his body, taking in the situation. He noticed how his genitals bounced and swayed as he walked, and despite losing the clothes he could still feel some of the piss tired on his skin, making his crotch and legs sticky. He smiled, ready to see what came next.