"Finally! A gas station bathroom!" I say, sitting down and relaxing after a long drive.

Meanwhile, in the waking work, the driver watching in the rearview mirror as the fabric of my cute outfit darkens to the telltale hisssss~ of a full bladder release.

"Aw...poor thing didn't make it~"

Fighting with yourself to go to sleep just so you can use the potty in your dreams instead of be awake when the first spurts start~ 😖😖😖😖😖😖

Girls who can't stop peeing because they're in the middle of an accident = ✅🥰

Girls who can't stop peeing because, while still in complete control of their bladder, their addiction to humiliating themselves with wetting 'accidents' is too powerful to ignore = ✅✅✅😩

Needing diapers for the constant risk of sticky accidents first & then after a finger wag & a gentle reminder from someone who Knows Better! (which itself leads to one of your special accidents) developing a general dependence on them to "not be wasteful" instead

"Yeah, probably >///<" your big sis said back. "I'll probably end up doing it at least a few more times, it felt *really* good👉👈. And of course we both know little sis will probably spurt herself a lot more with how sensitive she is~🤭"

Right on cue, that last part of the conversation sent you over the edge and you squeezed your eyes shut as you started pumping into your already sticky diaper for a third time😖💦🥴😳

So embarassing 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 I would probably die tbh

I would never! 🫣🫣🫣

It’s both leg-rubbingly blushy and also encourages me to share my own deranged thoughts underneath them so pleeeeeease KEEP DOING IT 🥰🥰🥰

Having to sheepishly tell the driver I don't need to go anymore, to which they smile and nod. Like wetting myself was inevitable, and that they're just glad I stopped deluding myself that I'm a big girl~

🥰😖🥰😖🥰