Amber bit her lip lightly. This was a strange situation, but shouldn't she be enjoying herself? As long as she didn't take it too far, this experience didn't have to be for practicality. Amber changed "convenient" to "fun", and with a rush she felt her shirt and bra tighten around her chest, she bit her lip harder and stifled a gasp.
'Fun' may have taken it too far. Maybe she went a little beyond what she should have. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, she took a long breath trying to center herself as she squeezed her thighs. What started as common knowledge of her condition became a naughty secret. She basked in the fear and embarrassment if anyone knew, and she thought they did but that just made it all the more 'fun'. Searching her purse it seemed empty, until she went through a inconspicuous side pocket. There she found more of her goodnites hidden away.
Amber took a moment and brushed her fingers against her padded pants. She breathed in, then breathed out, cheeks still flushed and hands shaky. Amber began to want more. She wanted to lose more, to be more dependent and embarrassed. Thinking back she knew she knew she didn't need protection, but what if she did? What if she was just some silly girl that had accidents during the day, or better yet at night? Annoyed that she just emptied her bladder she generated a new sentence for herself. Amber scanned the sentence:
"Nearly masturbating, Amber is aroused by her dry diaper, thinking of her strong, empty bladder, and her never wetting the bed."