Amber toyed with the idea of ruining her bladder, but she needed some private time to just cool down. Changing "office" to "home" she found herself sitting on her bed immediately leaking on the comforter in her teenage room in her parents old home. She laid back stretching her pants around her less than crunchy, but all the more cushioned groin. As she leaned farther back on her bed, she felt the front of her pull-up wedge between her legs.
She gripped the front of it and thrusted her hips forward and back. Slightly pressing on her (frustratingly empty) bladder at the same time. As she did so, her bed creaked.
Only moments into the act, taking her hand off her (annoyingly empty) bladder she reached down to her phone, excited to see what damage she could cause.
"Amber is pleasuring herself in her wet pull-up." Something about reading this phrase spurned her on faster.
"Amber is thinking of ways to embarrass herself." One swipe, one rub, and a confirm later. Amber switched "is" to "succeeded". Immediately a host of ideas flooded her mind, and she wanted it bad. She let the thoughts fill her as she quickly changed attributes.
"Amber considers peeing herself nightly", almost just as fast Amber replaced "considers" with "remembers". Her breathing increased as she remembered her blushing secret of sometimes having a wet night. Her childhood now reflected a ritual of pulling off her soiled pull-ups into the trash. She looked over to the same bin, remembering that her nightly releases had tapered off years ago. She felt the wind leave her sails as she realized that she only used to wet the bed. In her previous reality, she never had issues holding, but this girl now had the slightest problem with night-time accidents. Anymore, she seldom had a true accident at night. Or at least one she didn't cause before going to sleep.
Increasing her rubbing Amber generated a new sentence: "Amber reflects on her empty trash can and how she previously wet her bed at night".