Amber closed her eyes as she pressed enter. Feeble, a word that now perfectly identified her bladder. As though the internal change wasn't enough, Amber looked down still enjoying the fun of the moment. Part of her quietly screamed in horror, and another part wanted to be rubbed raw. All the while a unified middle took control and helped her to simply enjoy the moment.
Many things changed in the course of that moment. Notably, Amber's phone had several contacts fade away like the flowers on her pull-ups. Relationships that once were, but weren't anymore, were trimmed away as nights of mastubating in wet pull-ups were sewn in their place. Friendships that were previously cultivated vanished; cute dresses and a night out with a boy became long skirts and quick flirts. The same schoolyard teasing that left her ostracized, also led to sexual deviance. In her public life she was the girl that was always running to the bathroom, in private she never attempted to make it to the bathroom and relished leaving school behind her.
From sheets to bed protectors, from panties to padding, Amber's past had changed rather dramatically in that moment.
Perhaps it was the heat of the moment, perhaps Amber was partially angry for what she had done to herself or had been done to her by others in this new reality. Whatever it was, she wanted the women here to experience it too.
Amber generated a new sentence targeting: