Amber was still standing, just thinking. Still thinking. Still drawing a blank. She knew she did things to her bladder control, but couldn't remember what. She sat back on her bed pulling her hands to her head. Wrinkling her nose and grimacing, she felt a crunch of plastic and rough sheets before she looked down at her bed. Eyes widening, she remembered making herself a frequent bed wetter.
Cheeks hot to the touch, but fully sober post-orgasm, her memories leaked before her. She remembered nights crying that she didn't want to wear a diaper to bed. The sleepovers with nervous glances and listening ears to see if peers heard her. The realization of her peers knowing. The realization of her peers still hanging it over her at school. Them holding her back from the stalls...!
She glanced at her dresser, stood up quickly, removed her thumb from her mouth and opened the top drawer. Mounds of cheap panties expanded haphazardly as they were uncompressed from the drawer. Mixed in were various nighttime pull-ups. The smell of detergent and baby powder wafted from the drawer while several yellowed panties continued to threaten falling out.
Amber became aware of a lite pressure in her bladder, and a drop against her leg. Still staring at the dresser, she threw the panties out and searched for one normal pair of underwear but finding none. Her eyes scanned the pull-ups. Her deviant whisper encouraging her to put on another was drowned out by the cascade of panicked realizations. What else had gone wrong?