"Bedtime now, sweetie pie."
The ending theme was playing, the couch pillows were in disarray. She crossed her arms, a tiny pout forming on her upper lip.
"Baby, you have work tomorrow. You need to be up nice andā"
"One more one more one more!" she chanted, threatening a mutiny.
He thought for a second as she batted her eyes, pleading with her cutest possible look. Oh, dear. How could he possibly...? He sighed.
"Okay, we can watch one moreā"
"ābut we need to get you ready for bed first."
That was not the news she wanted. She found herself instantly more sensitive of the feelings under the blanket than five seconds ago. She squirmed.
"One more show first...?"
"You can have one more, but you need to come with me, sweetie." He took her hand.
It wasn't an option, and she knew it. She squeezed her thighs together.
He pulled her up by the armpits as she got to her feet. She trundled off with him, a little off-balance and sullen.
He led her over a few steps, behind the couch, to a particular, makeshift spot she had grown familiar with over the last few weeks. "Come on, cutie pants. You know the drill."
She plopped down, sitting gingerly on the mat, lying back. She knew. She splayed out her legs as her hands reflexively grabbed to the side of the mat, to where she had put Mr. Moose a few hours ago. He adjusted her wandering legs and started to pull down her leggings.
He shook his head, smiling to himself. "I swear, I always seem to let you watch one more. Do you have magic powers or something?"
She hesitated, flinching a little at the familiar ripping sound. "Yeah..."
"Well, that explains it. You're definitely a magician, then. Nobody else is so good at convincing me to stay up past their bedtime."
"It's cold..." she sniffled.
"Yes, we're gonna be just a minute. Can you guess what's going to happen to Pamela?"
"She's gonna get in big trouble!" She said. She knew that she got the right answer. She was very pleased with herself. Her thoughts were far, far away from what was happening on the mat.
"Oh, you think so? I think there was a bit of foreshadowing about that at the end of the episode..."
"Foreshadowing..." she looked up at Mr. Moose, pulled him in, smooshed his nose to hers. Mr. Moose's nose is always getting smooshed, these days. It's a thankless job.
"It's when the author of the movie gives you a hint that something's about to happenā"
"āI knowwwww!" she said hastily, smothered in Mr. Moose. He smiled.
Foreshadowing, foreshadowing, foreshadowing. boop boop boop.
The worst was over now. He was slipping her arms into her PJ's.
"All done." he cooed. He grabbed her armpits and tried to stand her upā
"Hey! Use your legs, cutie, they're for standing!"
"Crab!" she flailed her legs, trying not to touch the ground.
He stifled a laugh. "Oh, so you're a crab now, huh?"
No response. She kicked. She was in crab mode.
"Well, you know that crabs have very big, white teeth that need to get brushed before bedtime..."
She was on all fours, scrambling away. The bathroom door closed. A few seconds later, he could hear the faucet. Her toothbrush whirred. Good. He put the supplies away, took a quick trip to the trash can. Where's that darn remote again...? He walked back, started searching with his hands. Of course. it was buried under the couch cushions. It always was. It's good she's taking these changes so well, he thought. It's a tough thing to adjust to...
The door opened. She appeared in the frame, staring at him, clearly getting ready for a sulk.
She started to whine. "It's too bulky..."
Step by step, she did, crinkling, until she was in reach of his hands.
He smiled and patted his lap.
"Do you want me to braid your hair?"
She had to think about it.
He grinned. "Wait a minute! I thought crabs didn't have any hair!"
"But they have TEETH!" she said, giggling.
"Yes they do. Hair AND teeth." He gave her a little tickle, enough for her to squirm.
Now, where were we?" He fumbled with the remote, until the next episode started. She leaned back into the space between his lap and the couch.
*ON THIS NEXT EPISODE OF PAMELA PUPPY*
"Relax your shoulders for me, hun."
She squirmed a little, trying to get in the Perfect Spot. It's Very Important to find that Perfect Spot on the couch. Don'tcha know?
"Do you want it the fancy way, or normal?"
"Normal..." she stared, fidgeting. Pamela *was* in trouble with her mom. Big Trouble. She *knew* it. But how's she going to rescue her friends from the pound if she was grounded? She yawned. They needed her help. She can't just leave her friends, they need to solve the mystery together! She clenched, instinctively, pressing her legs together. She could feel a tiny, tingly feeling, but it went away as soon as it came. Pamela's mom was Very Disappointed. There was a lot of mess in Pamela's room that she needed to clean up. Her thoughts drifted as she felt the tiniest dribble escape into the thick padding. No big deal, he had told her last week. We're not going to worry about it right now. It's not your fault. You don't need to worry about making it once you're in your nighttime...
Pamela's mom was explaining something. She couldn't focus. She felt a little pull.
"It's too pull-y..." she whined as he crossed the braid over.
"Awww, sorry, pumpkin. I'll be more careful."
"That's CRAB GIRL to you!" she said with a wicked grin. She stuck out her tongue.
He grinned. The braids slipped out of his hands. "Crab Girl? Crab girl??" He was in the perfect position for a devastating tickle.
"Hey!!!" she twisted, but he was too strong. She tried kicking, kneeing, but he had her by the armpits. Right where he wanted her. She couldn't stop giggling, fussing, squirming, tingling... letting go.
"No... fair! Noā tickles!"
The rest of the contents of her bladder released, and suddenly she was flooding her diaper. She tried to stop it, tried kicking and squirming, but she was helpless. The tickling stopped, but it was too late. She could feel the wetness saturate the thick padding, expanding into the seat of her PJs. It was soggy and warm. A tiny tear escaped her wide eyes. She felt her cheeks flush.
He looked over her, beaming.
"Well, you're certainly a very squirmy girl, that's for sure."
