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"Yeah, my boyfriend was so pissed that I went to the frat thing last weekend, but, like, he needs to get over the fact tha — KITTY!"

"Ummm...yeah. Haha. Cute cat. But like, yeah, you're a grown-ass woman in 2026, you don't need your boyfriend's permission to — "

"DOGGY! DOGGY DOGGY DOGGY!"

"Natalie, what the hell are you doing? Stop pointing at that lady's dog!"

"I...huh? Sorry, I feel really lightheaded all of a sudden. Can we just sit for a minu—DUCKIES! LOOK! BIG QUACKERS!"

"Oh my god, Natalie, stop!"

"I don't...I can't help it! PWEASE, I WANNA PET THE DOGGY!"

"Okay, you're high-key embarrassing me right now. No wonder your boyfriend says you can't act your age."

"He said that? Wait...my boyfriend...it was him. Oh my god, I remember everything! He did this to me! He said it was a punishment! You have to believe me, I'm—ICE CREAM! ICE CREAM! THAT GIRL HAS ICE CREAM!"

"Oh my god, stop pointing..."

"ICE CREAM ICE CREAM ICE CREAM! I WANT ICE CREAM TOO! WAAH WAAAH WAAAAAH WAAAAAAAH!"

regressionschool

Sow and Tell

"Please lift your skirt and show the group what’s underneath, Lisa."

The classroom fell silent. Lisa’s fingers trembled as she pinched the hem of her pink tutu, her cheeks already flushed with embarrassment. She wasn’t like the other girls in Bunny Class—most of them wore pull-ups, thin and discreet, easy to hide under their little skirts. But not Lisa. Not anymore.

Her teacher, Miss Harper, stood with her arms crossed, her voice sweet but firm. "Go on, dear. We’re all friends here."

Lisa swallowed hard, her pacifier bobbing between her lips. She knew what was under her skirt. She knew everyone would see. But she also knew she didn’t have a choice.

With a shaky breath, she lifted the layers of tulle, revealing the thick, crinkly bulk of her diaper. It was white, adorned with building blocks and already a faint yellow, proof she’d used it at least once today. The plastic backing rustled loudly as she shifted, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

A few giggles erupted from the girls still in pull-ups. "Eww, Lisa, you’re such a baby!" one teased, her own pull-up barely visible under her shirt.

Lisa’s face burned. She wanted to argue, to say she wasn’t a baby, that she didn’t want to wear this. But the words died in her throat. Because deep down, she knew the truth. She had wet herself during storytime. She had needed the extra thickness, the security of something that wouldn’t leak when she forgot to use the potty. And worst of all, she liked how it felt. The way it hugged her, the way it made her waddle when she walked, the way it reminded her she didn’t have to worry about accidents anymore.

Miss Harper smiled, stepping closer. "Very good, Lisa. Now, let’s all clap for Lisa for being such a brave girl."

The class clapped half-heartedly, some girls whispering behind their hands. Lisa let her skirt fall, her fingers curling into the fabric. She could feel the warmth between her legs, the way the padding had already started to sag with use. She shifted again, and the crinkle was even louder this time.

"Lisa has been doing so well with her unpotty training," Miss Harper announced, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "She doesn’t even need the potty anymore, do you, dear?"

Lisa shook her head, her pacifier slipping from her mouth. "N-no, Miss Harper."

"Good girl." The teacher patted her head like she was a toddler. "And because you’re such a good little girl now, you’ll be moving to the Chicks Class tomorrow."

Lisa’s stomach dropped. Chicks Class? That was for the girls who were even more regressed, the ones who wore diapers all the time, who got changed on the table in front of everyone, who didn’t even try to use the potty anymore. Some of them couldn’t even walk anymore!

Her eyes stung. "B-but I don’t wanna…"

"Lisa," Miss Harper’s voice was sharp now, cutting her off. "This is not up for discussion. You need this." She gestured to Lisa’s diaper. "You’re already using it like a good girl."

Lisa’s bottom lip wobbled. She could feel it, the warmth expanding into the diaper. She had used it again, just a little, while she was standing there. Without noticing.

A tear slipped down her cheek.

"Aw, don’t cry, Lisa," Miss Harper cooed, but there was no real sympathy in her voice. "You’ll love Chicks Class. And who knows? Maybe you’ll even make some new friends who also like filling their diapers."

The class giggled again. Lisa’s hands clenched into fists. She wanted to scream, to run, to prove she wasn’t just a baby. But then her belly cramped, and she gasped, her knees pressing together.

No. No, not now.

But it was too late.

The mushiness spread between her legs, thick and embarrassing. The diaper did its job, swelling around her, the scent of baby powder barely masking what she’d done. Lisa’s face burned as she realized, everyone could see it. The way her diaper sagged, the way she instinctively rocked her hips.

Miss Harper didn’t even bat an eye. "Oh dear. Looks like someone’s ready for a change." She turned to the class. "Lisa certainly filled her diaper, didn’t you, sweetheart?"

Lisa nodded miserably, fresh tears streaming down her face.

"Good girl," Miss Harper said again, patting her head. "Tomorrow, you’ll be with the other Chicks. And I’m sure you’ll fit right in."

Lisa didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Because as much as she hated it, as much as she wanted to be anywhere else, she knew Miss Harper was right.

She was a baby now.

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mellowsadistic

Easter Baby

A sequel to New Year’s Baby.

***

“Please, Daddy!” Natalie sobbed, “Not again! Don’t make me do it again!”

“Don’t be fussy, sweetheart,” Liam told his girlfriend sternly as he led her over to the stage curtains, beyond which the packed audience were talking and laughing with each other. “You’re going to do your little routine like a good girl or Daddy will make sure you can’t sit down for a week. Is that clear?”

Natalie whimpered and squirmed in her short yellow dress. Her hand instinctively shot to her padded bottom, as if Liam might yank down her nappy and start spanking her then and there. He’d done that in public before, and his spankings were always awful. “Yes Daddy,” she said weakly.

“Good baby,” he cooed sweetly, adjusting the pair of fluffy white bunny ears she had perched on top of her head. “Now go out there and make Daddy proud!” And with that, he pushed her out onto the stage.

Natalie stumbled out past the curtain and immediately felt her face turn scarlet. No matter how many times she’d gone through these absurd adult baby pageants for women undergoing regression sentences, it never got any easier, it never made the horrible sinking shame in her stomach disappear when she had to degrade herself in front of hundreds of people, not to mention a panel of judges. But then the music started up, and the threat of a spanking was enough to drive all other thoughts from her mind.

destinedfordiapers

ABDL and Relationships

So, this will probably be my least popular post ever, but here we go.

One thing I’ve noticed since coming here is that a lot of littles—most commonly with diaper boys, but certainly not exclusively—can really struggle to find relationships. This kink seems to be lonely in general, but especially for some more intense of you.

And as much as I thought it was probably because it can be a fairly unusual kink to integrate with vanilla partners, I don’t think that’s the biggest issue.

This may sound mean and unfair, but to be honest, it feels like a lot of you are your own worst enemy. At least on tumblr, so many of you cannot seem to respect the few mommies on here, sending aggressive DMs about your diapers and treating them like they exist to make you squirmy. And don’t get me started on the wannabe Daddy’s, you’re just as bad.

And even those who understand that women, Mommies especially, don’t exist to be their kink dispenser, often struggle with expecting Mommy to be the primary mover of the relationship.

This will sound especially bad, though I know there is far more variance than what I’m about to say. So do not take this in the most negative light.

But littles are inherently the most selfish subs that exist. They want to have their caregiver check and change their diapers, handle their emotions, control their bedtimes, food, and often sex lives.

Caregivers are expected to handle the emotional labor, most of the physical labor, and create a world where the little gets to enjoy pure bliss.

And that is not inherently bad. It’s not that Caregivers don’t want to give all that for the ones they care about!

The problem is when littles come to expect and demand that—and don’t believe they need to bring anything else to the relationship.

Certainly there are some caregivers that prefer to handle all that, but most people want to be in a relationship first with kink play second.

Based on what I’ve seen, I think too many diaper boys think primarily of what a Mommy/Daddy can do for them. They want a Mommy/Daddy first and relationship second. It doesn’t seem to me many think of what thy are bringing to the caregiver except a soggy diaper and demands.

Ask most women in this kink and they will tell you horror stories of diaper boys sending gross and demanding messages. I know that is not all of you—it’s not even most of you—but it still happens too often.

And even those who wouldn’t ever do that, just wait so their Mommy/Daddy in Shining Armor to find them and make all their diaper dreams come true.

I don’t know, I want everyone to be happy. But the longer I’m here the more I think so much of the loneliness isn’t necessary.

I know that I’m going to get a ton of “well, that’s not me!” and “Well, actually!” Most will not engage in what I’m saying or understand that I don’t think this applies to a ton of you.

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Lottie is one of those girls, you know the type. Very pretty, late twenties, 'I love DDLG, it's so cute', 'I need to live this 24/7', 'I want a daddy, pleeeeeeaaaaasssseeee', she posts on her little blog all the time to the delight of her followers.

Always eager to whack on one of her nappies on a weekend, when she has a few hours to herself. After gorging her brain on smut for a few hours, she's done what she needed to do. And with her brain reset, finding not quite disgust but a want to get out of the nappy and get showered. And get back to her regular clothes & 'normal world'.

It's always enjoyable when they admit their intimate kinks & desires to you. Eventually the first 'you're going to be in them all weekend' comes along. And sure, she will think it's really, really hot, initially. She's always loved the idea, the fantasy. But then the reality sets in, after 10 or so hours she really has to go, and I mean, really go. She may even plead a little 'but I need to do the other thing' & 'I never do that in them' but you won't budge, you told her it was all weekend and you meant it.

Eventually, through all of her shame, and complete rejection of her toilet training, she will relieve herself fully into the nappy. You will glance over at it unfolding as she gets off the sofa and positions herself to do it into the already saturated nappy. You won't stare at her, acknowledging she needs some level of privacy, if you can call it that. Eventually, she will stand tall again with relief but be very meek, shameful and really quite unsure of herself, perhaps even a little emotional.

A young woman who's so used to smelling great, with her perfume's & nice lotions to have done something so infantile and in her mind, disgraceful. To know that very bad smell is emanating solely from her. Not to mention how the nappy itself will feel pressed up against her body after such an act. There will be a lot of sensations for her.

This is where you need to support and absolutely care for her, but let her know that that's what the nappy was always there for and you will change her shortly. You will not leave her in it for any prolonged time, that is not care, and we do not want rashes. That being said, if she's in it for an hour or so, it's going to do her no harm at all.

This is when the dynamic will be taken to another level. She will now truly need you, she wants to be out of it and she knows you're the only person who can fix it. But she can lounge around a little more and watch her TV shows. At first she won't want to do much sitting on her bottom, choosing to lie on her front instead. Over time, she will become way more familiar and it won't be a big deal, but the first few times? It absolutely will.

Eventually, her stinky little nappy does need to be changed. Whilst you've not got children, you have pets, so you won't balk at such a task. You love her and she genuinely needs caring for, whilst she enjoys this dynamic, she really doesn't like a dirty bottom, it's your responsibility entirely to sort that.

Of course, you will see her discomfort and further shame when you untape it and open it up, displaying everything that's been happening within the confines of it. The smell will fill the room but just comfort her and tell her it's ok, and you are here, there is no need to be upset. Then get to work with the wet wipes, thoroughly.

At least in the beginning she will be very aware when she's done such a thing in her nappy and it will be an easier clean up job. Though you will have to prepare yourself. You see, as she gets more used to being in dirty nappies, her care and attention won't be so drastic as she moves about, and that unfortunately can result in a longer clean up process.

She will come to learn that there's not a shower each time, even when she's done that. Showering a young lady takes a lot of time and so that won't be done at every nappy change. Once you've cleaned her up she will feel oh so much more comfy and return to the headspace where she loves all of this again. She may even become a little 'needy'.

Her dirty nappy balled up and chucked on the bedroom floor, whilst you immediately unfold a new one from the pack. She will watch intently, seeing the pack and all the nappies stacked inside, knowing those aren't anyone's nappies, they are her nappies and she will be using every single one.

Snapping her out of that gaze when you reapply the new layer of sudocrem in all her intimate spots, slightly cold but so soothing for her. And after recent times she will be grateful of a more pleasant smell. Likely there will be a little giggle at the coating of baby powder, when it tickles her. Again we repeat, no rashes, skin care is very important.

Then hold eye contact with her as you adjust and seal her next nappy firmly on her. For some, an actual change is actually quite a new experience. It makes them a little blushy at first, you see, she's just had her dirty nappy changed, like an infant. Out of the dirty one, but put straight into another one. No spaces in between, no go use the potty opportunities, no shower, no kinky playtimes and no going back into her big girl knickers. Just out with the old, and on with the new. This is the reality of 24/7, for any period of time. No matter what she thought it would be in her fantasies.

Now the fun part, she will melt into you, completely, not knowing you could be so caring. To know you just carried out such an act on her with no fuss, no disgust. Just a job to be done. It's a bond that will never be broken.

She knows whenever she has no choice but to fill her nappy and have a messy bottom you will be there to sort it, without fuss or admonishment. That's when she gets that twinkle in her eye because she didn't even know it was possible to be so cared for. Without thinking she will become a little shadow to you for the rest of the day. Almost to the point that this bugs you with her incessant attention, but you never tell her off. You're an expert in distracting her with other activities that she can have fun with that allows you to go about your own day.

This will happen multiple times across the weekend, until she will become used to it, maybe in all honesty, even a little addicted to it.

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Carrie can't quite believe that at thirty two years old she's still treated exactly like her younger cousins by her Aunt.

The rule in her house is pull-ups to bed. She complained, and fought it 'but I don't wet the bed', 'Auntie, I'm over thirty years old'.

She was told it's either that, or nappies, complete with the tabs and everything. She will not get to wear her knickers to bed. Reluctantly she agreed to the pull ups and grimaced when auntie got her in them herself. Then to add insult to injury stretched them at the back and front to pour cold baby powder into both sides.

Carrie was told to go brush her teeth. As a final invasion of any privacy, her aunt walked past and opened the door wide open. Meaning any of the household could see the same rules applied to her too, irrespective of her age.

It's not by accident that she can stare at herself in the mirror. You can see her making faces as she gets frustrated at how ridiculous she looks and feels. Just a girl in her nighty and goodnites about to be put to bed at 8:30pm. She shuddered at any of her friends finding out about this.

Sofia at Daycare 2

Here's a second chapter! Once again let me know what ya guys think of it and if you want more!! <3

Chapter 2:

As the teacher walked in, Sofia got a good look at him and started to blush. "Of course he had to be handsome" she thought to herself, trying as hard as she could to cover up the puddle she'd made, but it was useless, he'd noticed it straight away. "Hey, there sweetie!" He said gently, "looks like you've gone potty while reading, how 'bout we go get you cleaned up, huh?" and before Sofia could even hope to answer she was being dragged into a side room that she had previously thought was just a storage closet. However, once inside she not only saw a changing table filled with all the stuff needed to change a diaper, but also, a washer and a dryer.

Still looking around, she felt herself being lifted up onto the changing table, with the teacher saying "So what's your name then cutie pie?" "Sofia.." She mumbled. "Alright Sofie, my names Mr Jones, and I need you to stay right here while I find you some nice and dry new clothes. You think you can do that for me?" "I guess..?" Sofia quietly said nodding, as the man sped off out of the room. With the man leaving Sofia, she was finally left alone with her thoughts, allowing the situation to start setting in. Not only did she wet herself in a daycare of all places, but she had also been placed on a changing table by an annoyingly hot teacher who probably thinks she's just another toddler.

"God, where did it all go wrong…" she thought, with her socks dripping pee on the ground, as the teacher walked back in holding some my little pony tights in one hand and a pink princess pull-up in the other. "Sorry sweetie this is all I could find that might fit you. You're quite a big girl for your age huh!" Mr Jones said as he was walking in. "What?? But.. but can't I just wear my skirt by itself and diapers?!? I'm way to old for them!!" "Sofie, look at yourself you're all wet there's no way you can wear that all day! And you must know as well as everyone else that it's daycare rules that if you have an accident you must wear protection for the rest of the day!" He chuckled "But don't worry I'll wash all your clothes and have them dry by the end of the day, so as long as you don't have anymore accidents I'm sure we won't have to tell your mommy anything, sound good?" "Wha- bu- I.." "Perfect! Now come on, I don't have all day lets get these icky wet clothes off shall we, or are we not old enough to do that by ourselves?" Mr Jones asked. "No, no I can do it myself, promise" Sofia said slightly in shock from the thought of him taking off her pee stained panties. "Lovely! Just leave all your wet clothes in the washer and I'll deal with them myself! I'll be right outside if you need any help!" and with that he left the room closing the door behind him, leaving Sofia sitting, still sopping wet, on a changing table next to a pair of pull ups and toddlers tights.

As Sofia took off her wet skirt, socks and panties, she stared at the pull-up as if it might go away if looked at for long enough. However, with Mr Jones outside ready to check whatever she was wearing and little to no other alternative, she slowly slipped her legs into the soft puffy underwear and slid them up to her waist followed by the gray tights that were adorned with little twilight sparkles. All in all, it was an annoyingly perfect fit for Sofia, with the slightly see-through tights doing nothing to hide the pull up, as it also stuck above her waistband. It all added up to make her look like any other toddler still in potty training.

With her face blushing a shade of red that she didn't think she would ever see, she stepped back out into the room, expecting every kid to be laughing at her. However, all that welcomed her in was Mr Jones' warm smile helping her feel a lot better. "All done darling? How about we go play with some toys now, while I clean up that little accident in the book corner" He joked. "Uh, yeah ok" Sofia said feeling smaller than ever. "Oh, and you wouldn't happen to know where that damn teenager who was meant to be watching over everyone went, would you sweetie? I think her name was Sarah or something." Suddenly with that Sofia's heart dropped, she didn't know what to say, would he even believe her if she told the truth? Or would he just laugh her off? Did she even want him to know that an 18 year old girl wet herself after being left alone for only 5 minutes?!?

"Um, well, thats the thing… Th- that would actually be me…" She felt time slow as the words came out of her mouth and as Mr Jones' face slowly turned from a warm smile to a look of dread and panic. "Wait but.. I thought… because the whole wetting… an- and then changing… wait why didn't you say anything??" He spouted obviously alarmed. "Well I was just kinda swept away and it was really embarrasing.. plus I didn't really ever tell you that I wasn't an adult either…" "Huh, well ok then… well this doesn't change a lot I guess anyway. At least you didn't leave the whole room alone I guess." He said, obviously trying to put a positive spin on the situation. Attempting to do a similar thing Sofia said "Well, I'm sure this must be as weird for you as it is for me. But I would really appreciate if this meant you could find me some normal underwear…" She said pointing down at her now padded crotch. "Sorry, no can do, the rules still apply to you young lady no matter how old you are, besides these are the only types of spare underwear we have anyway." He said. "But I will make an exception for you and wash your clothes as quickly as possible, as I'm sure it was partially my fault for running late when getting here." Mr Jones then started walking back towards the side room saying just a little to loudly "Oh, but do try and stay away from the book corner until I've cleaned it up, we don't want you getting any pee on your lovely new clothes!" with the door shutting soon after and a few kids letting out some giggles.

Being left alone again and having nothing else to do, with the whole room embarrasingly knowing that she wasn't allowed to be in the book corner, Sofia decided to pick up a coloring book instead. Lying on the floor in the other corner of the room, to avoid having anyone see her pull-up, Sofia got to coloring. Like the reading, not only did she enjoy it, but she got lost in it with an entire hour passing before she got bored. However, as she got up, she noticed she had a way bigger problem than her bordem, as she felt a slight pressure in her bowels.

thegentlemencockrouch

Cw: sc@t

Y'know what I need more of, lap poops. I need more people pooping on someone's lap, so desprate that your the only toilet they have to use. I never see content of this but i need it!

finch-19

Story: Sofia at Daycare

Chapter 1:

"No more buts Sofia!" said her Mom. "You not only came home drunk last night, but then proceeded to trash the house, lock your sister in her room so she wouldn't annoy you and then fall asleep on the floor with a wet patch on your panties!!"

"But Moooom I was drunnk, and it was one little accident" Sofia groaned "and that doesn't mean I have to go to Lilly's daycare… I'm 18 for fucks sake!!"

"Mommmyy!!! Sofie said a bad word!!!" Lilly, Sofia's 4 year old sister, whined. "Oh shut it you're the reason I'm in this mess, how are you still in diapers anyway?? You're way too old for them." "Am not! And they're pull ups Mommy told me so!" She spouted on the verge of tears. "Enough with the teasing Sofia! We're about to arrive." Shouted their mother.

As Sofia pouted, she looked out the window to see the bright rainbow coloring of the daycare sign as her situation started to set in. "Mom, this makes no sense why am I going to daycare??" Sofia spouted as she clambered out of the car. "Because I can't apparantly trust you to take care of yourself… plus there was a 2 for 1 on daycare spots and the daycare even said it was alright. Apparantly they get older toddlers who need potty training all the time, so I'm sure you'll fit right in! Now come along!" her mom chirped as she walked towards the bright and colorful building.

As Sofia entered the daycare she couldn't help feeling small. She was never particularly gifted with height (or boobs) and even though she was dressed in a short denim skirt and white vest, when her mom grabbed her hand she felt as if she was the same as any other toddler being sent off to learn for the day. Arriving at the front desk Sofia's Mom rang the bell and while waiting Sofia spotted a little sign saying: Potty Training for All - All Ages welcome!

Distracted Sofia then jumped when the assistant came out of nowhere saying "Hey there! Welcome to Funshine Daycare! How can I help?" "I'm here to check in two kids under the first name Allison, last name Moore" "Perfect, it seems we have little Lilly and Sofia with us today, please come with me!"

After waving goodbye to their mom, Sofia was then taken with Lilly down a lively hallway filled with pictures of fingerpainting and pasta art, until the receptionist stopped in front of a door with a big flower on it and asked "Now, are you potty trained darling?" "Of course!" Sofia said a little quickly, blushing, realising that the question wasn't directed at her. "Nuh uh" said Lilly shaking her head "But I'm in pull ups so I'm a big girl" "Of course you are sweetie, and that means you get to go to the Daisy Room, with all the other big kids who are potty training! Now run along" She said opening the door and nudging Lilly inside. "Bye Big Sissy!" she shouted as she ran in.

"Come along Sofie, we don't have all day!" the receptionist said leading her to the next room. "This is the Sunflower room, for all the big kids who've finished potty training, you can hang out here today!" Opening the door Sofia walked inside seeing a room filled with colorful drawings on the walls, a corner with books and beanbags, as well as, a bunch of desks in the middle of the room with toddlers drawing and playing with toys. No one in the room seemed over 6 or 7. "Big kid room my ass." Sofia thought, when suddenly a tall and motherly figure walked over too her. "Hey lovely, you must be Sofia, I'm Miss Donna and I'm in charge of the Sunflower room! As you can see we're having a birthday today for one of our younger students, Amy" she said, as Sofia noticed red balloons scattered around the room with a big number 4 on it. "So until we cut the cake, you're welcome to play with some toys or read something, sound good hon?" Sofia couldn't help but feel a bit secure listening to Donna, but was still shocked by the babyish appearance of the room meaning she could only muster a quiet "Uh huh". Donna watched Sofia awkwardly stand in the middle of the room and led her over to the book corner like a scared toddler on the first day of kindergarten "Come on, love why don't we have a read of some books? that sounds good right?" Eventually plopping Sofia down onto a blue beanbag and walking off to look after the other kids.

Sofia slightly in shock grabbed a book and started to read. It's a book she remembered from when she was a kid and she starts to get hooked into the nostalgia it gives her, to the point where 10 minutes goes by without her noticing, then 15, then 20, until 40 minutes have gone by and she realises "Shit, I haven't peed since last night".

With the need to pee fresh in her mind Sofia got up from her beanbag to ask Donna where the bathroom is. Traversing across the room she akwardly walked up to Donna "Um, sorry, excuse me Miss Donna" Donna looked down at the girl starting to sway from foot to foot. "Yes hon?" "Um, well where is the-" but before Sofia could finish speaking she's cut off by a thump and a loud scream from another kid tripping over. "Sorry darling, do you mind if I deal with this quickly." Donna says a little infuriated, leaving Sofia standing in the middle of the room by herself getting increasingly worried about the state of her bladder.

"I'm really sorry darling, but I need to run over to the nurse with this little guy" Donna says holding the crying boy in her arms. "I'll get another staff member to cover for me, but for the time being could you look after the room? Thank you so much hon!" and before Sofia could even open her mouth she was left alone again. With the situation even worse than before, all Sofia can do is go back to sit down on her beanbag and read .

However, as time passed Sofia started fidgeting more and more, to the point where she was doing a full blown potty dance on her seat. Concentrating, on her book became harder and harder as she prayed for another teacher to come by and free her. Then suddenly, POP two kids playing with a balloon pop it. But that was all it took for the flood gates to open up, dark stains started forming on her panties as she tried to block it with her hand but it was no use. Her hand growed warm and as wet hot pee few out of her crotch onto the beanbag, pooling on the floor soaking her socks and shoes. Leaving her spechless and embarrassed and if it couldn't get any worse, the door swung open. The cover teacher had arrived.

finch-19

Just wondering if anyone is interested in me continuing this story at all...