Amber sighed quietly, trying to slow down her racing heart. Settling into her padding, Amber replaced "full" with "trained".
She waited.
Nothing seemed to happen, she definitely still had to go at least a little. So she shrugged it off. The more she thought of it, the more miffed she was that nothing changed. Had she already had a 'partially trained bladder'? Her phone began to vibrate with an alarm. It said "Potty break", rolling her eyes, Amber hit "done" and her phone congratulated her. She returned to work while pouting that all she changed was creating a reminder, so without another thought she began filing until it was time to leave.
Only a moment later, she received a text from her Mom, Laura. "Outside :)".
Amber stood with urine streaming down her legs. Had she really been cupping her pull-up? Realization dawning ushered new waves of embarrassment, like the streams pooling into her shoes. She hadn't thought about needing to go because she wasn't fully recognizing that she needed to pee. Squeezing her thighs around her soaked trainers, she realized that she did indeed have a less than train bladder now. Soaking in the warmth, as her padding soaked her warmth, she remembered that she needed to leave quickly.
In a panic, knowing that she had to run to her Mom's car, at least until she re-aged, she generated a quick sentence to fix herself.
"Amber realized that her wet pull-up would both anger and/or surprise her mother who is waiting for her outside."
In haste, she traded "both" for "not" as she scooped her belongings into her purse and ran out the door with two blue crescents highlighting her pull-up. Panting, Amber ran up to the car, trying to hide her wet spots. Amber burst into the car and immediately apologized for being late, trusting her Mom wouldn't be angry. She rattled off how she forgot to text her, then panicked when she saw how much work was still out. All the while her Mom shrugged, handed her a stained towel to sit on, then talked about her own day.
Amber absently took the towel, still attempting to explain herself. Taking her seat sent a chill up her spine as she pressed hard against her padding. The world faded for a moment, her thoughts slowed.
Amber grabbed her phone, targeted herself, then read "Amber is aroused by having to sit on a wet towel like a toddler. She is unaware that Laura is bragging about having better control of herself".
Amber stared hard at the second clause. She looked up at her smirking mother, then turned back to the phone. She decided to generate a sentence about her Mom.
"Laura is proud of her womanly figure and her mature control of herself".