Story Nook

I know I’ not the original creator of this thread, but if anyone finds this and still wants a server to play on, I just started one with a custom plugin. Server address: mc.story-nook.com Version 1.20.6 Newer should work but the resource pack sometimes has issues Diaper plugin used is available on my Patreon now for supporters. https://www.patreon.com/posts/minecraft-plugin-118499352?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=postshare_creator&utm_content=join_link

Server address: mc.story-nook.com Version 1.20.6 Newer should work but the resource pack sometimes has issues Diaper plugin used is available on my Patreon now for supporters. https://www.patreon.com/posts/minecraft-plugin-118499352?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=postshare_creator&utm_content=join_link

Hey Everyone! Good New! The plugin is somewhat playable. https://discord.com/assets/a83e3834cd6c78a47d5f.svg There are some bugs I know that need to be fixed, most of them are hard to notice, or even if you do it won't affect you much. I created a form channel (on Discord) to hopefully help track bugs and feature requests that people find as they get a chance to start using it. I'm gonna take tomorrow off from working on it. I might just try playing with it and see how the gameplay experience is. Given it is working, I will grab some screen recordings and screenshots for you all on Saturday this way you can see the progress. I'm hoping to release the beta on my Patreon for anyone who wants early access, but I want to try to fix a bug or two first, and maybe add in a few more features to make it enjoyable gameplay vs. just something that's in the background that doesn't actually affect anything. I know it's been a semi-long time coming, but things are looking good.

Update I've made some great progress! Underwear types Usage of underwear based on type Right click to change Craftable toilet Able to use Toilet Custom textures Better Status bar Settings menu to opt into the plugin, and messing (more to come) Added ability to add caregivers Stats save even on reload Custom items don't affect normal gameplay (Weird crafting, trading, interactions) Up next: Craftable underwear, pull-up, diaper, thick diaper Fixing the accident warning system Adding in scare accidents Adding in bed wetting Custom surprise that you can disable Fixing textures Caregivers ability to change a player Hydration management (Thirst increase, requiring the player to drink regularly) Some other stuff I'm likely forgetting Once those updates are made, and the up next items are done, the plugin should be in a playable state. I'm planning on grabbing some screen recordings and turning them into Gifs for you all to see, and might even schedule a demo to show it off. More details on that will be on my Discord. I'm only gonna do the demo if there is demand for it. So far it seems like I am on track to have V1 done by end of November, allowing for December to be a time to setup the server, and let early adopters join to test it out before I release the files in January.

Chapter 4: Poof! As they stumbled through the darkness, desperate to reorient themselves, a burst of light illuminated their surroundings, casting an eerie glow on the walls of the cold, damp chamber. The group shielded their eyes, momentarily blinded by the intensity of the light, as it seemingly seared itself into their retinas. When they finally opened them again, they found themselves in a cramped, dimly lit room with rough-hewn stone walls and a low, vaulted ceiling. The air was musty and dank, with the faint scent of mold and decay clinging to every surface like a bad omen. "Oh, come on!" Luna screamed, spinning around the room, her voice echoing off the cold stone walls as she frantically searched for any sign of escape or rescue. "I thought you were letting us go?" She screamed into the room, her voice hoarse from shouting, but there was only silence in response. "Someone help me!" Maya screamed. Her voice echoed throughout the room. None of them realized she wasn't with them anymore. The others turned towards her, following her cries until their eyes landed on the sight that made their blood run cold. Maya was trapped in a pillory, her wrists bound to a sturdy wooden bar with thick, rusty cuffs. The metal creaked and groaned as she struggled against it, but it refused to budge, held in place with an old lock. The worst part was the angle at which she was positioned – bent over at a 90-degree angle, her butt sticking out for all to see, twisted like a prisoner on display. The thin fabric of her thong offered no protection from view, leaving nothing to the imagination as it clung to the contours of her hips. Her face was twisted in a mixture of pain and terror, her eyes flashing with a desperate plea for help that seemed to be going unheard. Flirtatious Whistle Marcus couldn't help himself. His heart skipped a beat at what was laid out before him. He had gotten plenty of lap dances from her before, but this was priceless. No lap dance could compare to this. "Are you kidding me?" Angela smacked him in the face as hard as she could. "I now have these stupid things, and you are still obsessed with her ass?" she moved her hands to exaggerate her breasts, her expression a mixture of disgust and horror. "Oh, come on, guys," Marcus tried to defend himself, but it was clear that no one was in the mood for his antics. He looked over at Dameon and Frank, but their faces were determined; Marcus rolled his eyes, seeing the look of disgust on Frank's face. "We were all thinking it, right?" Marcus asked, his voice faltering as he met the others' skeptical gaze. "I mean, am I right?" Still, silence was his reply. The others all started approaching Maya, looking around the room for any sign of a way out or a glimpse of the witch who seemed to be holding their lives in her hands. As they drew closer, they could see that Maya's wrists were slick with sweat, her eyes wild with fear and desperation. She was struggling against the pillory, but it was clear she wasn't getting out without the key. They could see her face, full of despair. "Maya, are you okay?" Frank walked up to her. He couldn't even begin to imagine how she felt. She was exposed and had no way to protect herself. Even if that was his job, he never imagined they would end up in a situation like this. "Just PLEASE get me out!" She begged with tears running down her face. Having seen Angela get bigger breasts meant the witch was wanting to screw with them. But what had she done? Angela was a greedy bitch who stole that necklace. The witch hadn't killed Angela, but Angela was Miss Goody Two Shoes. What would happen to Maya? The slut. The baby, as Angela would call her. "We will, I promise." Frank held her chin for a second, trying to reassure her. "Everyone, start looking for the key to this damn lock," Frank commanded the others. Pulling on the lock to see if he could get it to budge, but it wouldn't. They clearly needed the key. The sooner they got Maya free, the sooner they could all get the hell out of here. "Why should I?" Angela crossed her arms in a huff. Glaring briefly over at Marcus. "I say she is getting the prison sentence she deserves." Frank walked around the pillory, approaching Angela. He didn't say a word, but the angry, frustrated look on his face had said enough. He was sick of her bullshit. Frank stepped up to her, getting within a few inches of her face, his hands clenched in a fist at his sides. "Just a second ago, you practically pissed yourself. Begging to stay alive." He pointed at her in an accusative manner. "You thought you were gonna die. Yet, here you are, thinking you're safe because someone else is caught up in this bullshit. None of us are safe!" Dameon could see the tension building between them; if he wasn't ready to intervene and stop these two, things would get much worse. "Push your luck. I dare you. See what happens." Frank taunted Anglea looked a little deflated by his comments. "Maybe he is right. I was lucky that... thing didn't just take off my head." Anglea looked around Frank to see Maya, but the sight only caused her to get infuriated. Her husband was practically cheating on her with that woman. She deserved it. Annoyed, Angela's posture shifted, showing she wasn't about to back down. "Oh, yeah, big guy? What are you going to do about it? Huh?" She clearly wanted to start a fight. She wasn't going to back down that easily. Marcus knew he should do something. It was his wife, but he couldn't help himself. He kept looking at Maya and the situation she was in. Sure, he loved his wife, but she was a total bitch sometimes. She was the reason he left the house to come here, to unwind when she went on one of her crazy spells. Marcus knew staring and butting in wasn't going to do him any good. He stuck his hands in his pockets and started looking around the room. Only, he noticed something. There was something in his pocket that felt foreign. He pulled it out slightly to get a clear look and saw it was a key. One that wasn't his. It was much older, for a much larger lock. "Wait, is this the key for Maya?" Glancing over at the lock, it sure looked like a match. Seeing her ass still sticking out gave him an idea. He looked around to see what was happening with Angela and the others. Luna and Dameon ran up to Frank, trying to stop him from hitting Angela. She must have said something stupid to push him over the edge. But Marcus couldn't care. No, this was his one shot, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He pushed their conversation and bickering to the back of his mind. He only cared about one thing right now. He finally had a chance to touch her ass. "Then I can unlock her. Save her! Become her hero. She couldn't be mad at me then. She likely wouldn't even notice, being too excited to see the key and her freedom!" The thought of such a plan put an evil grin on his face. He felt his heart racing as he approached Maya from the rear, key in one hand and the other outstretched towards her. Slowly, he crept up, not wanting to draw attention from the others. This was his only shot. If he screwed this up, he would never get to touch her perfectly defined ass. "Hey! What the fuck!" Maya stomped her feet, trying to kick behind her. Everyone's attention shifted from their bickering to Maya as they heard a metal object bounce off the floor. They looked around briefly to see what might have caused her reaction but couldn't see anything. They only saw a man's suit in a pile behind her. Confused, they all began to approach her slowly. "Maya, are you okay? What happened?" Frank was concerned the witch might have done something, but she looked like she was fine—just stuck in the same position. "Someone touched my ass," Maya yelled at them, furious someone would take advantage of a situation like this. They all looked at each other. They were all stuck in a group trying to stop a fight from breaking out. It couldn't have been one of them. Looking around the room, they couldn't see anything either. Nothing else was there with them. Then it struck Dameon. "Marcus! You bastard." Dameon had received a few complaints about Marcus from some of the girls and other members of the club, but no one was serious enough about having him banned. They just wanted Dameon to keep an eye on him, and with how much he spent at the club, Dameon was more than happy to accommodate. But this... this was too far; she was utterly helpless. "It wasn't me!" Marcus yelled back. But something didn't make sense. Where was he? The group looked around the room to see where he might have run off to, but all they saw was each other. He was nowhere. Maya noticed a slight twinge in her nether region but had no idea what it was. "Marcus?" Angela asked. She heard him, but he was nowhere. She looked at the suit on the ground and picked it up. It almost looked like his. Reaching into the pants pocket, she found his wallet. He was gone. His clothes were left behind, but he wasn't there. "What? What's wrong?" Marcus was only now starting to notice that his point of view had shifted. He wasn't looking down at Maya or the others at eye level. Instead, it was as if he was looking at their crotches—only at their waistline. He tried standing up, but he couldn't move. He was stuck. "Oh god! I can't move! Someone help me!" he started to panic. Each time, that strange twinging feeling was sent through Maya. "No! Please, god, no!" Maya started to panic. It was Marcus who had touched her ass. Now, he was somehow connected to it. "Please!" She started sobbing. "Maya, what is it?" Frank ran around to look her in the eye again, but her face was a total mess. "Please, you have to get me out of this." She was practically hyperventilating from her sheer panic. "Get him off of me!" "Maya, he's gone. He isn't here." Frank and Dameon looked at her, confused about what was going on. Luna raised an eyebrow and shrugged her shoulders. She looked at the pile of clothes still on the floor and back at Angela. Angela knew exactly what she was thinking and wasn't happy about it. They both lunged forward to grab what was remaining on the ground. Luna only managed to grab the button-up shirt, leaving Angela with two-thirds of a suit, both the pants and the jacket. "Please, just get him off!" Maya started stomping her feet and screaming intermittently. "My goodness, woman!" The witch's cold and menacing voice spoke over the room. Sucking out the air, causing everyone to freeze don't he spot, not expecting to see her again so soon. "Grow up, it isn't that bad." Luna and the others were still confused about what was happening and what took place. Maya immediately stopped screaming. The only thing that the group understood was that Maya was freaking out, saying that he was on her, but... Marcus was gone. He thought he couldn't move, which how they could hear him, and where he was made no sense. "Beleive me, sweetie. He has the far worse deal between the two of you." The witch floated down from one of the corners, stepping up to Maya's face. "You really are a hot mess, aren't you?" she taunted. "Let me out! Let me out!" Maya began yelling at the witch, stomping her feet and yanking her hands and head, trying to pull herself through the pillory. All that did was give her a headache and make her wrists hurt as she tried pulling with all her might. "Girl, you need to grow up!" The witch rolled her eyes as she began to flow back up to one of the corners of the room, slowly disappearing out of sight. "Maybe this will help remind you how childish you are behaving." Maya and the others saw a weird energy bolt leaving the witch and flying rapidly toward Maya. Frank tried to take a step forward to block it, but he was too late. The energy blast hit Maya. She closed her eyes in a moment of panic, worried she was going to die or have something much worse happen to her. But nothing; she was still alive. Opening her eyes, she could see that the pillory had unlocked. She was free! Maya quickly lifted the pillory out of place and rushed over to Frank, wrapping her arms around him in a big hug, grateful to be alive. However, Frank wasn't wrapping his arms around her. He seemed uncomfortable about the whole thing, and Maya wasn't sure why. Stepping back, feeling like an idiot for hugging him in her underwear, she blushed and then looked around at the others. They all had stunned expressions all over their faces, staring blankly at her. She wasn't sure what had happened; she felt normal. Why were they staring? Maya looked down at herself to see if she looked different. Perhaps the witch had turned her into a troll, ogre, or something. Frankly, that might have been preferred compared to what she saw. "Oh! One more thing!" the witch giggled, tilting its head out from the room's corner again. It sent another bolt of energy toward Maya, hitting her before anyone could even register what was happening. "I can't have you taking that off and running around here naked, " she giggled, disappearing once again. "What happened?" Marcus could be heard again, but this time, it was a lot more muffled. Maya winced a little, feeling her new attire vibrate slightly. She blushed heavily while staring at the diaper that was now snug against her waist. She reached down, trying to rip it off, but it wouldn't budge. "Get off of me, you creep!" She tried yanking and ripping the diaper, but it was fruitless. It was like her fingers were covered in oil. She couldn't grip it no matter how hard she tried. Any attempt she made at ripping it felt like trying to tear a piece of hard plastic in half. It was impossible. "Wait! I'm..." The muffled voice spoke. Everyone in the group finally made the connection between what happened and why Maya was freaking out so much. Marcus wasn't sure if he was the luckiest man on earth or totally screwed. "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!" Angela screamed at the top of her lungs. "You bastard! You're her underwear?" Angela threw her arms up in frustration. "This is just great. Just fucking perfect" She walked around in a circle, unable to accept what had taken place. "Well, I guess you finally got what you wanted!" She screamed towards Maya's diaper. "You think you're pissed off!" Maya yelled back at Angela. "You both are the luckiest ones here, you and your creepy husband." Maya didn't care that her 'regular' would feel hurt by her words. As far as she was concerned, they were done. They all were. "You not only got an unbelievable necklace, but your breasts would make any man jealous." She pointed at Angela's chest, still annoyed that she got so 'lucky.' "Now, your creepy ass husband is STUCK TO MY ASS!" She pointed to her diapered butt. "A fine one at that," the diaper muffled. Sending another stimulating sensation through Maya, causing her to whimper a little. "Shut up!" They all screamed toward her diapered ass. "You ungrateful little bitch." The witch's voice sent shivers down everyone's spine as the lights slickered and a breeze rushed through the closed room. "You can't be happy with what you have? Then why have it at all?" A maniacal laugh followed, echoing throughout the room. No one could see where the witch was. Frank didn't want poor Maya to get affected by more magic. Instinctively, he rushed over, standing in front of her, trying to block any magical bolts this time, looking around the room frantically for where the witch would appear. Seeing how Frank responded, Dameon decided he should do the same and quickly followed along with Luna. All of them surrounded Maya, looking around frantically for the witch. Only Angela was left off on the sidelines, completely frozen in fear, remembering what it felt like when the witch had its hands around her neck. Her life was held captive within its grasp. The witch suddenly appeared behind Maya, in the middle of the group, appearing from under the floor. Frank spun around, trying to attack her while he had the chance, but she sent them all flying across the room with a flick of her wrist, leaving her alone with Maya. "Now, now, sweetie. Mommy's got to correct our little ungrateful baby here." Her purple glowing eyes were filled with malice. Maya had no clue what she was about to do, but she didn't want to stick around to find out. Maya tried to run away, but her feet somehow merged with the floor, making it impossible for her to move. The ground beneath her looked almost like a pool, with ripples rushing away from where her legs stood. "Please... Don't." Maya started to cry, her body flooded with fear. "There, there, sweetie." The witch's firm hands reached over her shoulders and slowly moved down Maya's chest in a near-seductive manner. Until they reached her breasts. Maya could hear her diaper mumbling again; each time it made a sound, it stimulated her, but she was far too scared even to notice what was happening. The witch grabbed Maya's red lacy bra, causing her to wince slightly, worried for her fate. "I'm just getting the baby her bib." She whispered into Maya's ear, grinning ear to ear. She slowly raised the front of the bra as if removing it, only transforming it into a baby bib. Just as suddenly as the witch appeared, it was gone again. Maya's bib was in place, and she could finally move again. Exhausted from the adrenaline, she collapsed to her knees. She couldn't believe she was still alive. Luna and Frank rushed over to her, while Dameon still tried to get his barring after hitting his head against the wall from getting thrown back. Maya could see Luna was now wearing a button-up shirt. She was confused about where it came from but didn't care; she was just glad it was over. Frank removed his jacket and wrapped it around Maya the best he could. Maya was shocked to see it fit her so well. Typically, her breasts made it a little more challenging with men's jackets. Looking over at Angela, she could see a smirk across her face. Angela also looked like a porn star wearing a men's suit with no shirt on underneath and a massive rack now. Seeing her made Maya want to roll her eyes to the back of her head. "She got so lucky. Wait a minute!" It struck Maya like a ton of bricks. She has worn Frank's jacket before, but it never fit this well. Looking at her chest, she saw the bib with a little cartoon of a witch in a purple hat, with fall leaves all around her as she rode on a broomstick. But what had happened under the bib caused her to blush a deep shade of red while in Frank's arms. Her chest was flat. Her boobs had been completely removed. Maya blushed, realizing what had happened. Now she wish she had just kept her mouth shut. "Now, does anyone else have a complaint about how 'unfair' I'm being?" The witch mocked before giggling to herself. She looked around the room, seeing the scared expressions on all of their faces. "Maybe THAT will teach them a lesson. I can't believe this generation. DISPICABLE!" "No!" they all yelled back in unison. Everyone except Maya as she tried to bury her face in Frank's chest the best she could. She felt humiliated and exposed. "This is disgusting!" Maya's diaper mumbled. "Shut up! You don't get a sa..." Maya started to yell at her diaper when she noticed it was bulkier and yellow-tinted. A blue line formed on the yellow wetness indicator, showing that she had peed herself at some point. Maya felt as if she could die of embarrassment at this point. At least then, her torture would be over. But no. She was stuck in a diaper that was a creepy pervert, and she couldn't take it off. The room fell silent. No one knew what to say or do. Not even Miss Goody Two Shoes had anything to say. Maya looked around at them all, blushing, her mouth open in shock, wanting to say something. To defend herself and her dignity, but she couldn't. Not only was she mortified by what took place, but no one else in the group could even make eye contact with her. Creek The door on the other side of the room slowly opened. Giving them an exit to leave from, or at least another room for them to progress through. Everyone looked around at each other. If these last two rooms taught them anything, whatever was on the other side of that door wasn't a way out. None of them knew what would be next, but what choice did they have? "Maya, I know this sucks." Frank held her close to his chest as they sat on the floor. "But we have to keep moving." He slowly began to rise; her still cradled in his arms, wrapped snuggly in his jacket, which did little to cover her diaper.

Chapter 3: Angela's Trial "What the fuck was that?" Dameon screamed. He couldn't believe what he just saw. A witch. A real witch. There was no way. That kind of stuff only happens in stories and fairy tails. How the hell did one end up at his club? Luna's hands flew through her hair as she spun around. She felt like she was trapped in a nightmare, and her anxiety was spiking by the second. "This can't be real," she whispered, her voice laced with desperation. "It just can't be." Angela's face twisted in rage as she turned on Marcus, who stood frozen in shock beside his wife. Her eyes blazed with accusation, and her fists clenched at her sides. "You're to blame for this!" she spat, her words venomous. "What? How could this possibly have been my fault?" Marcus was tired of getting blamed for everything. This time, at least, there was nothing he did that could have caused this. "If you didn't keep coming to this stupid club to see that girl," Angela pointed toward Maya without even looking in her direction. "We wouldn't be in this mess right now." Maya wasn't sure if her spell brought the witch here, but she did know that this situation wasn't good. They were in an unknown decrepit room. Frank had already started trying to yank the club door back open. But the way they came from seemed to be permanently closed, and the door wasn't budging. It didn't even make a creek like he had loosened it. That left only one other option. Looking across the room, Maya spotted the only other door in the whole room. But that was the side in which the witch showed its face. Was it really worth the risk of trying it? What if that was what she wanted? What if this whole thing was a trap? Maya had to risk it, it was their only option, and everyone else seemed a little preoccupied with freaking out about the situation. Rightfully so. Others were handling it better. At least Angela and Marcus seemed to be coherent. Meanwhile, Dameon and Luna had seemed to lose their marbles, completely panicking. "We're gonna die here. We're all dead." Dameon mumbled to himself, staring at the ground, unwilling to try and address the issue head-on and find a way out of this mess. *"Well, if no one else is going to have a brain, I might as well try.* Maya stepped towards the other door, but suddenly, the room started to shake. "What the fuck now?" Luna snapped out of her trace, becoming more aware of her surroundings. "What did you do?" Angela yelled at Maya. It was clear that she would blame her for everything, even if she didn't do anything. But before she could try to fend for herself or tell Angela to jump off a bridge, they all noticed a bright white light coming from the center of the room. A glass display case resting on a stone pedestal rose from the light, captivating them all. Its rise came to a slow stop, and the light quickly retreated, returning the room to its dark, soulless atmosphere. The group stared at one another, unsure what to do, but as their eyes adjusted to the lightning, a sparkling light came from the glass case. Inside held the most massive diamond any of them have ever seen in their live. It was encased in a stunning necklace that had to be worth millions. Maya and Luna stepped forward, their eyes fixed on the stunning necklace hanging on the pedestal. As they approached the display case, a collective hush fell over the group, and everyone started to approach with a sense of unease. An unspoken thought crossed all of their minds: Why had the witch brought this here? "Oh, my god," Maya breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, staring at the necklace. Her eyes filled with a sparkle like a little girl seeing diamonds for the first time. "Look at that! It's like something out of a fairy tale." Luna's gaze lingered on the intricate details of the piece, her mouth opening in a silent gasp. The two women seemed entranced by the beauty before them. But their admiration was met with a snarl from Angela. Her eyes narrowed, and her face twisted into a scowl. "As if," she spat. "You two could only dream of owning something like that." Maya and Luna exchanged an annoyed glance, but Angela's words felt like a bulldozer breaking through to reality. The atmosphere shifted as the group realized this had to be some type of trap. There was no way Maya or Luna was going to take it. They've seen what 'gifts' lead to at a place like this. The only person to be stupid enough to take a diamond necklace at a strip club as a gift would be a newbie who was uneducated and unwilling to listen to others. "You two sluts don't deserve that," Angela seethed, her voice rising in desperation. "None of you do! My husband has been working so hard. We try to make ends meet, but you." She looked around the room; it was clear she had lost her mind. "You people stole his money. You cheated him." "Listen, lady, I think..." Frank tried to intervene, but it was clear that wasn't going to help. "Now!...now we're barely scraping by. The bank's threatening to foreclose on our house, and I don't know how much longer we can keep a roof over our heads." Angela lunged out, grabbing the stunning necklace. A rush of excitement and possessiveness swept through her. She wrapped her fingers around the cold metal, feeling its smooth surface against her hand. With a giggle of triumph, she held it up to the dim light in the room, trying to admire its sparkle. But as she did, the atmosphere in the room shifted. The air seemed to grow thick with an unsettling energy, and the shadows on the walls appeared to twist and writhe like living things. Angela's grin faltered, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. Suddenly, the witch's maniacal laugh echoed through the room, making Angela's heart skip a beat. *"Oh shit... what have I done?"* The sound sent a chill through her veins, and she froze, the necklace still clutched in her hand. "What was that?" she whispered, scanning the room for where the witch would show her evil face again. But there was nothing. She couldn't find her anywhere. She faced Maya and the others. "I guess she's gone?" The laugh came again, louder and closer this time, making Angela jump. She could see the petrified look on the others across from her. Frozen in fear, she didn't dare move a muscle, but she wished she had. A pair of firm hands with long fingernails crept over her shoulders. Angela could feel the witch's presence as it leaned over and placed her head next to Angela's. "What a lovely necklace, deary. " The intimidating voice softly spoke in her ear. "Why don't you wear it?" The witch's hands reached down Angela's front toward her hands, where the necklace was. Maya could see Angela shaking, completely terrified for her fate. They all were. Even if she was a bitch, they didn't want to see her killed! As the witch grabbed the necklace from Angela's hands, she stared right at Maya, starting down her soul again. Maya had no idea what she had done to get this much attention from the witch but didn't want to find out either. "It's... o...kay," Angela stuttered. "I... don't... have... too" Angela knew she screwed up. All she hoped for now was to get out of this alive. "Yes, you do, sweety." The witch's soothing voice only made things worse. It was like every word was used just to torture them. "You *deserve* this, remember?" "I don't." Angela started crying as the necklace was placed around her neck, just waiting to be clasped closed. "I really don't. I'm sorry." she was practically balling at this point. She thought she was dead—a goner, done for. "It's okay, sweetie. We all have to treat ourselves sometimes, right? Wouldn't you agree, Marcus?" She snapped her head violently to stare at Marcus as she finished clasping the necklace into place and securing it around Angela's neck. The floor creaked beneath the witch's feet, like a crumbling grave giving way to eternity. With a chilling shriek, she plummeted into the abyss, her screams echoing through the silence as if summoned by some ancient evil. As she fell, the air seemed to thicken with malevolent intent, heavy with the weight of her maniacal laughter. And when the darkness finally consumed her, the only sound was the witch's muffled giggles, leaving Angela standing frozen in terror, the necklace still snug around her neck. Freed from the witch's presence, Angela ran towards the group, crying, tears streaking down her face. Marcus held out open arms to embrace her, grateful to see she was okay. But with each step she took, the group noticed something was different. Something was happening. Angela looked... different. As Maya's eyes scanned the chaotic scene unfolding before her, a jolt of realization electrified her senses. Angela's chest began to expand at an alarming rate, growing larger with each passing moment. Initially, it was hard to discern what was happening, but the truth became unmistakable as the seconds ticked by. Angela's modest grey dress seemed woefully inadequate for containing the burgeoning growth within. "Look out!" Maya yelled, her voice laced with panic, as she frantically searched for a way to shield herself from the impending disaster. Equally caught off guard, the others scrambled to cover themselves, their faces etched with worry and fear. "What? Where?" Angela stumbled around, her eyes darting wildly as she tried to make sense of the commotion. Her face contorted in confusion. She attempted to duck and avoid whatever was happening as if trying to escape a predator. RRRRRIIPPPP The sound sent shivers down their spines, like the reverberation of a thousand screams. Whatever was growing within Angela finally broke through her body. She was a goner, and they were likely next. "What the fuck...! My dress!" Angela's anguished cry pierced the air like a scream from the depths of hell. The group turned to see what had happened, their faces agog with shock and awe. They stood shocked at Angela. Standing before them, her figure transformed beyond recognition. Gone was the modest grey dress; in its place lay a sleek red thong and matching bra, daringly exposed for all to see. But it was not just the garment that had vanished – Angela herself had undergone a different change. Her breasts, once barely noticeable, now stood proudly, their size easily dwarfing her prior ones. The double D cup bra sagged under the strain. The group gasped in unison, their eyes glued to the spectacle before them. How could this be? Angela, the bitch who thought she was better than everyone at the club, was now transformed into a human pin-up. "You have got to be fucking kidding me," Maya spat, her face twisted with rage and disappointment. "That bitch got bigger boobs!" The outburst seemed to echo through the room. "I Should have just grabbed the damn thing. Unbelievable" "You did this to me! Didn't you?" Angela walked up to Maya, throwing modesty out the door. But realistically, what choice did she have? Her clothes were gone. It's not like she could cover herself up. "What? No. How could I..." Maya tried to defend herself, but Angele didn't care what she had to say. Like before, she viewed Maya as a spoiled little brat who only cared about getting what she wanted. "You wanted this to happen. You wanted me to get stooped down to your filthy level." "Angela..." Marcus tried to butt in to save Maya. Even if he knew, all that would do would bury him further in the ground that he knew his wife thought of him. "Don't you dare." Angela stepped up to Marcus, getting uncomfortably close. "I bet you just love this. Don't you?" She used her hands to gesture towards her near-naked body. "You're disgusting, you know that?" "Please, Angela..." Marcus felt defeated. He knew there was nothing he could say. "Oh, shut up. At least you can stop wasting our money on this baby." Angela threw her arm in Maya's direction. "I mean, look at her; I bet she should still be breastfeeding for crying out loud." Maya blushed at her remark. She was a grown adult. The comparison was wildly unfair. "I bet the only reason she isn't is because YOU keep giving the baby all the money she needs to run away from home." 'Hey! That's enough!" Frank shouted from the other side of the room, near the other door that Maya wanted to try to see if it was unlocked. "Don't even try to butt in mister 'muscle'" Angela was on a rampage, and nothing was going to stop her. "Suit yourself, but the doors unlocked, and I'm getting out of here. Come on, Maya, I think the real witch wants to have a word with her husband." Frank should have chosen better words, as an evil giggle could be heard all around them. "Yep! I'm coming." Maya rushed over to meet with him, ready to leave this place. "Wait up!" Dameon and the others quickly followed suit. Even if Angela was pissed, there was no way she was going to stay behind. She wanted out just as bad as everyone else. Rushing through the door was a big mistake, however. They were all in too much of a rush to leave the last room. They hadn't even realized they were stepping into complete darkness. SLAM After they all entered the room, the door closed behind them, leaving them with zero light. They couldn't see each other, and without linking arms or anything, they had no way to tell where anyone else was. "AHHH!" Everyone heard Maya scream suddenly in the darkness. "Maya!" Frank yelled out. "What is it? Where are you?" but no response came in return.

Chapter 3: Raising the Steaks "Liv, you jerk!" Emma stormed out of the laundry room, determined to find something else she could wear under her skirt. Even going without underwear would be better than this. She dug deep in her closet, trying to find a pair of her secret underwear she only wears on dates, unaware that bending over put her diaper on full display under her skirt. Oliva couldn't help herself. Everything about this gave her more ideas on how to mess with her bestie. Olivia pulled out her phone and snapped a few more photos to match her video. She wanted to keep this going, but how? Then it struck her: the perfect way to mess with Emma. Olivia stepped out of the room and snuck across the hall to the bathroom. She grabbed the spare keys and locked the bathroom door closed. "This is too perfect. Without toilet access, she'll have no other choice but to wear another diaper." Olivia returned to the living room and began looking through the diaper bag again. She needed to get everything ready for the 'baby's' diaper change. Looking through the bag, she came across something she hadn't seen before. It looked like a pill bottle but much larger. Reading the label, Oliva grinned. "Oh, this is too good." Olivia set aside everything she needed for the change, including her little surprise, and returned to Emma's bedroom door. "You aren't going to find any." Olivia taunted. "You are such a bitch you know that." Emma smiled back at her. She was frustrated, but she also enjoyed Olivia's antics; that's why they became such best friends. "Yeah, but you still love me." Olivia leaned up against the door frame, enjoying making her friend squirm. "That doesn't change the fact that there is no way you will get me to wear another diaper." Emma walked towards the door, wanting to take the diaper off and throw it away in the trash. "Wanna bet?" Olivia smiled devilishly, blocking the doorway. "Ha! As if. Betting with you is what got me in this mess." Emma lifted her skirt, showing off her diaper. "I think I'll pass. Thanks." Emma rolled her eyes, trying to push past Olivia, but she stood her ground, blocking the doorway. "I tell you what. Let's make another deal. If I get you to wear another diaper willingly, I get to call the shots for the rest of the weekend. But until I do, I'll wear one, and if you don't wear another diaper for the rest of the day, you can call all the shots." "What? No way. There is no way you will get me to wear another one." Emma hated the idea of wearing another diaper. "Oh, come on." Olivia wined. She had to get Emma to wear another diaper; she just had to try that prank she thought of. "How about this: I'll follow the same rule if we get a diaper to fit me. I'll have to wet it, and you can video it." Olivia paused, looking at Emma with confidence. Then we would both have something on the other. "You can't be serious." Emma couldn't believe Olvia was willing to wet a diaper. She had to be bluffing. There was no way. "Fine, but you have to do it using the next size up, not this little thing." Emma wasn't going to let Olvia off the hook that easy. If she was going to have Oliva wear a diaper, it was going to be one that actually stood a chance of fitting her. "There are bigger ones?" Olvia giggled, covering her mouth. She hadn't even noticed them. That meant her plan was going to work even better than she imagined. "Uh yeah! I babysit kids of all ages. This is a size 5. They go up to size 7, and then even bigger ones for special needs kids." Emma realized her mistake too late. If she managed to fit in this one, then that meant the others would likely fit even better. "Shit, why did I tell her that?" "Let's get this over with then." Olvia moved out of the way so they could go back out to the living room and get this taken care of. She needed to distract Emma after she got her video and had the perfect excuse to do so. "Hey, given we have to wait for your underwear to dry before we go out, do you wanna watch a movie or something?" Even if she was messing with her friend, which was still a part of the plan, she still wanted to have fun with her. It's not often they get to do this kind of stuff, not since college started. "Haha, Sure." Emma followed Olivia back out into the living room. "First, let me throw this silly thing away." Emma was starting to feel a little better about the whole situation. Sure, Olivia crossed the line, but it was Olvia; Emma should have known she was going to pull something as stupid as that. Emma walked over to the trash can in the kitchen and removed her soaked diaper. She was left without any underwear, which is fine for now. They were going to watch a movie and chill, so she didn't need it. "Awe! No fun, here I thought we would be soggy girls together." Oliva teased. She didn't care about the whole diaper thing. She thought it was silly and stupid, but it was clearly something Emma didn't like, and that made it a little more fun. "Hell no! This thing is gross. If you like it, that's your provocative." Emma threw the diaper in the trash with a loud thud from the weight of it. "Now, let's get that butt of yours diapered!" Emma skipped over to the diaper bag, excited to get a little revenge. "Come on, your turn, lay that booty down!" Emma tapped on the ground next to her with all of the supplies. "Alright." Olivia didn't mind their little agreement at all. She knew that if things went according to plan, she would rule the weekend, and they would laugh about this later. Olvia more than Emma. Each time Emma thinks back to this weekend, she'll want to die of embarrassment. Olvia swiftly removed her jeans, followed by her panties, as she lay down on the ground. "Now, don't think you can just steal my underwear." Olvia teased. "Eww. Gross. First off, there's no way I would do that. Secondly, there is no way my tiny butt would even fit in those things." Emma had to make fun of Olvia a little bit, but it was only a fair game. "Ha Ha." Olvia fake laughed. "Just get this over with; your carpet is super uncomfortable." Olvia shifted slightly after her lower back hit the ground. "Fine." Emma pulled out one of the larger diapers, still opting to go with one of the size sevens. She didn't want to have to get into the pull-ups if she could avoid it. Using tape-ons meant she at least stood a small chance on the sides stretching enough to get securely put in place. Being an expert babysitter, Emma had no trouble getting the diaper on Olvia. "See, I know one of these ones would fit you. Emma sat back, admiring her handy work. "Fuck." Olvia looked at the diaper, annoyed that the bigger ones barely fit. "Fine, a deal's, a deal." She stood up, and looked at the diaper a little closer. She was worried the thing was going to go flying off with how tight it felt around her waist. "You have to wet it. Remember?" Emma wasn't going to let Olvia off the hook. She made her wet it, so it was only fair she did the same. "I know." Olvia had an easier time opening up the floodgates and wetting her diaper, practically doing it right away. "Whoa! Wait, I need to record it." Emma stumbled, trying to grab her phone to get a recording. "Well, hurry up, I'm not about to stop." Olvia giggled as she was about to finish up. Emma managed to get her phone out just in time to capture a few seconds of Olivia's 'accident' as she finished wetting her diaper. The sound of Olivia's giggles and the sloshing of the diaper filled the air, and Emma couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. "Ah ha! Got it!" Emma exclaimed, holding up her phone to show off the recording. "Now we're even!" "Good. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a diaper to get out of." Olvia started to walk toward the kitchen but felt the pee that had pooled in her diaper begin to shift, causing her to waddle a little. "How long does it take this thing to soak it all up?" Olvia asked while waddling over toward the trash can. "Don't ask me; you're the one who peed so much." Emma couldn't help but giggle. Now she understood why Olvia seemed to enjoy the idea of her being stuck in the diaper longer. It was kind of funny. "Shit!" Olvia froze when she entered the kitchen; she felt a small trickle running down her leg. "What?" Emma stood up, approaching Olvia. "The damn thing leaked." Olvia started to laugh uncontrollably. The whole thing was too funny. Funny and stupid. Why had she even thought of making this silly bet in the first place? Emma joined in the laughter. "Should I get a mop?" She laughed harder at the thought of her college friend leaking her little diaper. "No, I think it got the rest. I don't feel the pool anymore." Olvia waddled the rest of the way over to the trash without anything else running down her leg. She ripped off the diaper and tossed it in the garbage with a loud thud, much louder than Emma's. Olivia quickly wiped her legs off with some wet paper towels, tossing them in the trash, all the while laughing and teasing Emma about being a 'good babysitter' and wanting to help out with a leaky diaper. She grabbed some snacks from the kitchen, along with some drinks for the two of them, before returning to the living room, where Emma was waiting with Olvia's panties in one hand and her jeans in the other. "Trade ya for the soda?" Emma taunted. "Deal." Olvia giggled. That was her plan in the first place. Have Emma drink the soda so she'll need to pee. She'll have to ask for another diaper with the bathrooms locked and no other option. The two friends settled in on the couch, with Olivia pulling her pants back up and Emma handing over the remote control. "Okay, what movie do you want to watch?" Emma asked, scrolling through the options. "How about something sappy and romantic?" Olivia suggested, winking at Emma. "I need some serious feel-good vibes after this diaper debacle." Emma raised an eyebrow, laughing. "You're such a sucker for rom-coms, Liv." Olivia shrugged. "Hey, someone's got to keep the mood light around here." As they settled in to watch their movie, Emma couldn't help but think about how much she loved spending time with Olivia, even if it meant enduring some embarrassing moments like this one. "You know, despite all the crap you put me through today," Emma said, smiling at Olivia, "I'm still having a pretty good time." Olivia grinned back, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "That's what I'm counting on, Em. Now, let's get this movie started!."

Chapter 2: A Witches Welcome Maya's eyes widened in awe as the purple swirling light coalesced into a figure slowly rising from the stage. A shiver ran down her spine as the witch hat materialized on top of the mysterious entity, and she couldn't help but take a step back. The air was electric with anticipation, and a group of the club's patrons, frozen in place moments before, scrambled to get out of the club as they realized something extraordinary was happening. As the figure emerged from the portal, Maya felt her fear mix with fascination. The witch's long black hair streamed behind her like a dark river, and her eyes glowed with an otherworldly intensity - bright purple in the dim light of the club. Maya couldn't help but feel drawn to the woman despite the unease that settled in the pit of her stomach. The air vibrated with magical energy, making it hard for Maya to breathe. The club's speakers crackled to life, and the DJ's voice spoke, "What an entrance by..." he looked at his sheet to see if there were any new dancers he should shout out, not recognizing the woman standing on stage. But there was nothing; if she was new, he wasn't told about her. "The witch!" at least he could use her costume as a name for now until he gets the memo on who this new person was. "Fucking management, man. How am I supposed to build up hype when they pull stunts like this." He mumbled under his breath as he started another track. Maya felt a hand on her arm, spinning her around to face that woman, Marcus's wife. Her eyes were filled with frustration toward her. Utterly oblivious to the situation. "How dare you!" the woman scolded Maya, her voice laced with anger and betrayal. "Who do you think you are? You think you can just walk out on me?" But Maya's attention was already locked on the woman on stage, her eyes fixed intently on the mysterious figure. The woman had the whole crowd's attention, drawing them in with a power that was both captivating and unsettling. As Maya watched, transfixed, the woman on the stage just stood there, looking around the club. Her beauty was undeniable - striking features, a slim waist barely hidden by her cloak, and a stunning rack that made Maya jealous. "So unfair." The crowd erupted in cheers, but Maya barely noticed. The presence of this new woman made time feel like it had stood still. Suddenly, the witch's eyes locked onto hers, sending shivers down Maya's spine. The witch's gaze pierced her eyes. There was something about her eyes that felt like a direct connection to Maya's very soul, and she knew at that moment that this was no act - whatever magic the woman possessed was real. "Hello? Earth to slut, I'm over here." The woman tried to turn Maya's face back toward her. She didn't care what Maya was looking at. It was likely just another whore on the stage. Maya broke eye contact with the witch and was forced to look at the annoying woman who had ambushed her earlier. Annoyed, the witch's focus changed to the women bothering Maya. The witch scowled as she looked around the rest of the club. Then suddenly, she threw her arms up, laughing maniacally. A puff of smoke completely engulfed her, and she was gone. The remaining crowd lost it. They erupted in a large cheer, whistling and hollering at the magnificent showmanship. They had never seen such a unique entrance for a new dancer. They hoped that once the smoke cleared, she would be standing there in nothing more than a thin piece of ripped cloth covering her magnificent body. "Oh, grow up." The woman's focus broke from Maya. She was more annoyed that these men were so willing to betray their families to spoil these overgrown babies who couldn't take care of themselves, instead opting to beg grown adults for money. In the heat of the moment, she let Maya's arm go without realizing it. The men scoffed at her remark, but one man in the crowd looked terrified when he saw the woman. "Angela?" the man spoke in her direction. "Shit," he mumbled to himself. "Hi, Sweetie. I was just talking about you with your 'friend' here." Angela had a fake smile on, clearly showing that she was both annoyed and felt like she was in a place of power. When Angela looked back at Maya, she was gone, walking towards the exit. "Hey! Where do you think you are going?" Algela started rushing after Maya. "I'm not done with you yet." "Lady, I don't care. I'm getting the fuck out of here." Maya knew what she just felt wasn't a part of the show. That was the real deal. "Those eyes... it was like she could see right into my soul." Maya was so focused on leaving she hadn't even bothered to go back and grab her stuff. She just wanted out. Luna, Maya's best friend at the club, caught up to her as she sped walked over to the exit. "Hey, what's going on? Are you okay?" Luna asked, concern etched on her face. She had been watching from the sidelines, and Maya's frantic pace and shaky hands told a story. Maya hesitated for a moment before answering. "We need to get out of here," she said curtly, not wanting to elaborate. Luna nodded sympathetically, remembering the time that Maya had gotten attacked in the parking lot. This was different, though - this felt like something more sinister. Luna fell into step beside Maya as they walked towards the door. "What's going on? You've never been scared of anything at this club before," she said, her voice low and serious. Maya glanced over her shoulder, feeling a shiver run down her spine. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was following them. The way the witch looked at her made her feel singled out like it wanted her. "Maybe playing with magic was a horrible idea." "Whoa! What? No, you aren't; you just got here." Dameon finally showed his face from his office. He usually stayed back there for the whole night unless otherwise needed, but all the noise and the weird effects were not approved, and he was going to have someone's paycheck for blowing the budget. "Shit, I gotta go man. I'm about to get royally fucked, and not in the right way." Marcus rushed out of the booth he shared with some other regulars. They weren't good friends; they would just occasionally oodle over the woman, and they knew with two or more of them there, they were more likely to have one of the pretty ladies come over for a nice chat. "Awe, man, it was just getting good," the man said, trying to persuade his friend to stay. "I know, I know, I just. I gotta..." he could see Angela rushing off to catch Maya. Cutting his chat short, he ran after them. The last thing he wanted was for her to get him banned from the club. This was his only way to unwind from the stress of home life. "Yeah, yeah, good luck, man!" *** Frank stood at attention outside the door, his eyes scanning the dimly lit alleyway for any signs of trouble. The night was slow, and he didn't have a large crowd to deal with all evening. As he leaned against the wall, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. It wasn't his favorite job, but it paid the bills, and the girls were always grateful for his protection. The chanting from inside the club caught his attention, and he smiled. "Sounds like they're having a good time." He'd worked at Little Miracles Gentlemen's Club for years and knew how much a good night could mean to the girls. They usually made more tips during peak hours, but when business was slow, times like these kept everyone on their toes. Frank instinctively stepped forward as the door opened, eyes scanning the entrance for any signs of trouble. A few patrons were filtering out, chatting with each other or laughing, but something about the atmosphere felt off. The usual chatter among the members when leaving wasn't the same this time. The ones who weren't laughing seemed on edge, and even those who laughed did so nervously. Normally, Frank wouldn't think twice about it, but this seemed odd. Even the air was thick with tension. One person caught Frank's attention - Adrien, one of the bartenders, looked like he'd seen a ghost. His eyes were wide with fear, and his face was pale as he quickly tried to rush past Frank. "Hey, what's going on?" Frank asked, but Adrien didn't respond. He just took off running towards his car, leaving Frank wondering what had happened. Frank, worried about what might have gone down, opened the door to the club, scanning the dimly lit interior for any signs of trouble. Everything seemed normal - the DJ was still spinning tracks, drinks were still being poured, and patrons were still enjoying themselves. But it was the sight of Maya storming towards him that made Frank's gut twisted with concern. She looked terrified, her eyes wide with fear as she approached him. She hadn't even grabbed her purse or her sweatshirt. Whatever was wrong must have scared the holy hell out of her if she was about to go outside dressed like that at the start of October. Frank could see Maya glancing back over her shoulder. For a moment, Frank thought he saw something moving behind her—a flash of purple, a glimpse of long black hair, a pointy tall hat. But when he turned to look, there was nothing. Instead, he saw this short lady dressed in gray chasing after her. He had remembered letting the woman in earlier that night. He thought she was a tightwad who just came to the club to blow off steam or pull her husband out. Instead, it seemed like Maya had become the unfortunate center of attention for the evening. Luna tried calming her down, and Dameon stormed after them, frustrated. That crazy tight wad, and the man following suit, was likely her husband. "So much for a quiet night." Frank stepped forward to calm the situation, wrapping his arms around Maya as she tried to push past him. "What's going on, Maya?" he asked, but she just shook her head and tried to wriggle free. Dameon's face reddened with anger while Angela jumped into the conversation, her voice venomous. "You think you can just walk out on me like that? You're just a cheap little whore who thinks you can do whatever you want and get away with it." Marcus stormed forward, his face twisted in anger. "What are you doing here?" he demanded, yelling at Angela. Luna stood her ground, trying to cover Maya's back. "Listen, bitch, you need to back off," she said, her voice firm. "Maya doesn't deserve this harassment." Frank raised his hands, trying to keep everyone from escalating further. "Everyone, just back up for a second," he said, but it was too late. The argument had reached a fever pitch, with all five people shouting over each other and pushing against Frank's chest. Luna shoved Angela, causing her to stumble backward, knocking herself into Frank and sending the whole group crashing through the exit door. They tumbled out onto the alleyway, landing in a heap on the ground. Maya sat up, rubbing her head, and looked around to see where they were. But instead of the familiar sight of the club's parking lot, she saw... a room, it looked like it should belong to the club, but was something she had never seen before. The room was empty, only the floor, four walls, and two doors, the one they just came through, which was shut, and another on the other side of the room, also closed. "What the...?" she muttered, scrambling to her feet. Luna stood up, looking around in confusion. "Where are we?" Dameon got to his feet, brushing himself off. "I don't know," he admitted, but Angela's expression turned from anger to outrage. "How can you not know where we are? You run this club, for God's sake! You should know every room here like the back of your hand, you incompetent idiot!" Angela glared at Dameon, her voice rising. But just as she was about to continue ranting, a low, menacing laugh echoed through the room. The sound sent shivers down Maya's spine. Dameon's face went white, and he took a step back. "What... the... fuck?" Marcus went to shout, asking who the voice was, but it was too late before he could even make a sound. The evil laugh had already stopped, leaving an uncomfortable silence. Maya felt a creeping sense of dread as she looked around at the group. Where were they? How did they get here? Was this even real? "Please, god, let me still be sleeping at my desk, and this is just one really screwed-up nightmare." As she scanned the empty room, a figure emerged from corner in the ceiling over by the new door. It's neck twisted in an unnatural way, it's face was imposing, and the same glowing purple eyes looked over at the group. As if seeing what it managed to catch. "Welcome to my little playground," the figure said, its voice dripping with malice. "You've all been very naughty. Let's see if we can fix that." The voice began to giggle as it slowly retreated back into the wall until it completely disappeared out of sight.

I would need to do a double check, but a quick count I believe 8/13 wishes so far were unintentional. Only realizing the damage they caused after the fact. (I’m only counting wishes that would actually work. She’s made more but because of the rules, they didn’t work. They also would have counted towards the ones that were intentional) I thought about having it be controlled via thought, but figured that would/could be a little too mean to our Lisa. So it has to be verbal. She must say the wish in order for it to be fulfilled.

Chapter 29: Gotta Go! Lisa was grateful to be finally heading home. It had been a long day. The morning appointment was a disappointment, the conversations she had with Oliva, Craig, and her mom. Everything seemed like too much. But she couldn't say it was all bad. Sure, she had a few accidents and had to steal a pull-up, but at least she got to spend the day with Craig. He always made things better. "So, when you get home, are you going to tell your mom about the app and how the appointment went?" Craig's words shook her back to reality. "I would rather not if I can avoid it." Lisa hated the idea of her mom knowing what was happening and what she had to do. "If I had it my way, I would never get a ride from her again. Not with this all going on. I can already hear it now. 'Did you make it in time, sweety?' I think I would die of embarrassment if she ever did that to me while out in public." "I get it. I won't say anything. But if you want her to help with the log, you should tell her. That's your call." Craig turned down the road leading up to her apartment building. "Were you able to get the app installed?" "No, my stupid phone isn't letting me." Lisa tapped on her screen, still getting an error message each time she tried downloading it. It didn't give her a reason; it just kept saying, 'unable to install.' "I don't get it! I wished for this to be easier, not a royal pain." "It's just technology, babe. It's okay. Besides, just wishing something was some way won't do any good. Sure, we can wish for things, but that doesn't make it so things go magically our way." Craig pulled into the driveway for her apartment and started navigating the complex's winding roads, getting as close to her building as he could. Lisa felt stuck. Craig didn't know about the bracelet. She wanted to comment on how it was supposed to work for her, but doing so would only sound weird. Instead, she kept silent as they turned the corner and arrived at her building. "Listen, if you need a ride anywhere, anytime, let me know. I'm here for you while we figure this whole thing out. Okay?" Craig gently placed his hand on her thigh after he put the car in park. "Thanks." Lisa wasn't sure what to do. Her mom was already there for her, and having Craig miss work for her wasn't fair, either. Lisa smiled nervously as she reached for her plastic bag with various protective underwear they had bought earlier. She hated she had to bring the things in, but she knew she needed them—the doctor's appointment made that very clear. "I love you." Lisa leaned in and kissed Craig quickly before reaching for the door handle and climbing out of the car. The second she stood up, she froze. "What the heck?" She felt her pull-up sag a little from under her dress, clearly heavy and wet. But she hadn't felt the need to go. "This can't be right. There's no way." Lisa started to panic. She couldn't be losing even more control, could she? But before she could entirely worry about that, another pressing issue arose. Her stomach started to cramp up. The laxatives had finally done their job. Lisa's eyes widened with worry. She hadn't felt such an urgent need to poop in her life! Without looking back, Lisa slammed Craig's door closed and ran towards her apartment door. She had to resist placing a hand on her butt to try and hold the gates shut. The thought of Craig seeing her desperate to poop felt like a nightmare. He has already seen her with wetting accidents. There is no way he could love her if she shit herself too. As soon as Lisa was out of the line of sight of Craig, she shot one of her hands to her butt, trying to keep things under control. Arriving at the door, she dropped her plastic bag of underwear on the ground and started digging through her purse for the keys while clenching as hard as she could. She only had moments before it would be too late. "Why are these so strong all of a sudden?" Lisa finally found her keys and unlocked her door with a lightning-fast pass. Not wanting to waste any time or risk bending over, she kicked in the plastic bag into the front door, with the contents spilling out on the ground, slamming the door behind her. She had no time to waste. It didn't matter if they were everywhere; she needed the toilet, and she needed it now. “Hey, sweetie!” Carol greeted Lisa before realizing how much of a rush she was in. “Hey, give me a minute!” Lisa ran for the bathroom, throwing the door closed behind her as she rushed to the toilet, pulling the pull-up down from under her dress, barely making it onto the toilet before she let loose. Lisa couldn’t believe what an experience that was, but she finally felt relieved, and an unnoticed pressure eased up from within her. She hadn’t even noticed how backup she was until the pressure was gone. Lisa enjoyed her sense of relief momentarily before turning her focus back on the pull-up. Sure enough, the thing was soaked. It didn’t make sense. How did she use it without realizing it? At least when she wet herself at the theater, she felt that one. Lisa couldn’t believe how her life was turning out. It was so unfair. She hadn’t done anything to deserve this. She couldn’t hold it back anymore. Tears began to stream down her face. She had to put up a front all day. Needing to handle everything from the doctors, to the accident at the movie, it was all too much. She didn’t want to bring Craig down, but he was gone now. She was alone. *Knock* *Knock* ”Lisa, honey…” her mom called from the other side of the door. It’s going to be okay, honey. I picked up your…” she paused, trying to choose her words carefully. "Well, umm... I brought you a pair of sweats and a change of clothes if you want to shower and just chill for the rest of today.” Lisa saw a shadow form at the bottom of the door where her mom had left some stuff. “You don’t have to talk about it, honey, but I’m still here for you.” Lisa felt a little guilty. Her mom was super supportive. Trying to keep her out was unfair. She would have nothing to worry about. “If you want, I have some good news for you; if you can use a little, pick me up.” Lisa felt her tears slowing. She wasn’t sure what her mom could possibly be talking about. Good news? What could be good news with all this junk going on? ”Just let me know when you want to talk, sweetie. In the meantime, I’ll grab us some pizza and give you a little privacy to do your thing.” Lisa saw the shadow start to step away. ”Hey, Mom!” Lisa shouted. She couldn’t open the door yet, but hearing her mom gave her a slight sense of relief. ”Yes, sweetie?” ”Thanks…” Lisa couldn’t think of the words to express her gratitude. Even if she could, she would likely just end up a hot mess covered in tears and snot from balling her eyes out. “Anytime, sweetie. Now you enjoy yourself, I’ll be back in…” she paused, thinking how long it would take. “An hour and a half? That should be enough time.” Lisa could see her mom's shadow leaving. She waited, wanting to hear the front door close before she got up to get her clothes and shower. Lisa knew there was no point in holding back telling her mom about what the doctor said, not with her seeing the underwear all over the floor. If her mom didn't know what was going on with her after seeing that, then she had to be blind or something. *Click* Finally, Lisa was alone. Entirely alone, just her and her thoughts were left at home for the first time in what felt like forever. Lisa threw away the pull-up and went to the door, tossing her dress in the laundry basket. She opened the bathroom door and saw a pair of grey sweatpants and a black college hoodie. But on top of all of it was her new reality—a new pull-up. "At least this time, it's one of the adult ones." Lisa picked up the clothes and carried them over to the bathroom sink. Setting them down, she took a moment to examine the pull-up. It was a light purple, with small pink flowers on the front, not done over the top, but in a more tasteful way. "It's actually kind of cute." She smiled, thanking Craig in her mind for picking out something that was more normal and safe to wear. Something that wouldn't make her feel like a child having potty issues. Just another adult, secretly but confidently handling a bladder issue. *** "I can't believe she got so many." Carol was happy to see her daughter back home and that she was finally embracing this part of her life. "I thought Craig said a few simple things. That's a lot more than a few if you ask me. I wonder if Craig is into this diaper stuff?" Carol wasn't sure if her research was correct, but the least she could do was get out of Lisa's hair. If this was intentional, she should respect Lisa's privacy to do what she wants. If it wasn't, Lisa likely didn't want good old Mommy to come in and bug her every day about it. Carol could only imagine the humiliation that Lisa must be feeling. She hoped that Lisa was doing better and coping with it better. The diapers seemed like a step in the right direction. That and the doctor's appointment showed she was at least trying, or so it seemed. *Ding* Carol looked at her phone and saw a text from her husband, David. "I can't wait to tell her the news. I hope she is as excited as I am." Carol set her phone aside, leaving the message unread so she could respond later. *** Lisa turned on the shower, excited for a nice hot shower after having three accidents today. The water would help wash away any embarrassment she still felt, and that new pull-up design would help her feel comfortable in her skin for the first time in days now. The thought that she almost didn't make it in time when that laxative kicked in, made her skin crawl. "What would have happened if I was still out in public? Would I have been able to make it?" The thought made her terrified. But there was no way she was going to risk a wish around it. Anytime she wished for something regarding her bladder, it seemed to make things worse. "I just didn't want to keep waiting in lines. I didn't even think that was a wish, but I had to have made a wish then. That's when this all started, the day I got this stupid thing." She looked at the bracelet while leaning up against the wall next to the shower, feeling the steam coming from it. "Then the damn diapers started. Now, I wet the bed like I'm four. I wet myself randomly without warning." She started to spiral in thought as she continued to think more about making a wish around her bowels. "If I wished for anything around my bowels, I'd be done for. That would be it. There would be no going back. I'd be stuck wearing diapers forever to be safe. At least if I wet my panties, I could change out of them without a big issue. If I shit myself..." Lisa stepped into the shower, wanting to wash the thought away. If she continued on that path, she would only spiral into a miserable state, and all she wanted to do now was relax and feel comfortable for the night. The hot water felt great against her skin. Lisa felt everything; all her worries started to wash away as she focused on the shower's sound and the water's warmth. *Ding* Her phone broke her moment of peace. But, she didn't care. She would get to it after her shower. For now, she had the apartment to herself for an hour, and she was going to take advantage of that the best she could. First and foremost, by soaking in this shower some more.

Chapter 1: Bad Management The full moon cast its silvery glow over the city, illuminating the darkened streets and casting an air of mystique over the strip clubs that lined them. It was a night like any other at "Little Miracles Gentlemen's Club," but for Maya, it was about to become one she would never forget. As she prepared for her shift, Maya couldn't help but feel a sense of restlessness, a feeling that had been building inside her all week. It all started a few weeks back. She started noticing that some of the other girls were getting more tips than her. They all had one thing in common. Their boobs were at least two cup sizes bigger than hers. Their bras would get all padded up but with dollar bills instead of tissue paper. Frustrated, Maya started looking into some options outside of surgery that might help. She knew Halloween was coming up soon, and there's no better time of the year for something magical to happen, especially after hearing about a once-in-a-lifetime astronomical event happening where the Earth was going to have two moons for the month of October. If magic was real, then this had to be the time to try it. Maya took some time researching different spell books and manuscripts in her free time in between classes at the local university. Everything she found seemed foolish and like it wouldn't work, but there was one spell. One ritual that came up more than any other. She hated the idea of doing it, but it was worth a shot; what was the worst that could happen? Feel like an idiot for a few days, and end up exactly where she is, with modest B sized breasts. Reluctantly, Maya collected everything she needed and proceeded to recite the incantation each day before she had to go to her shift, hoping that by the time she got there, her boobs would be big enough to steal the show for the night. She had only managed to try the spell for two days, with nothing to show for it. She hoped tonight would be different. It was her third try; the moon was full, and that second moon was clearly visible in the night sky. The only problem was that she was running late. She had fallen asleep while studying for her next test and hadn’t realized how much time had passed. In a frantic panic, Maya ran to her bathroom and quickly threw off her shirt. She wanted to examine her breasts to see if there had been any change, but she had no time. “Shit! How did I let this happen?” She ripped off her bra, grabbed the large jar on her counter, and proceeded to smother her boobs in the slimy substance. “This is so gross.” She grimaced. Even using this stuff the last two days didn't help prepare her for it today. Keeping it at room temperature made her skin want to crawl as the coolness touched her sensitive areas. Regardless of her feelings, she had no time to waste. Maya grabbed her cheap throwaway bra and threw on a baggy sweatshirt. Just because she worked at a strip club didn’t mean she was going to wear a party dress to work—anything to get less attention from potential creeps on her way to, or from work. She ran down her shared apartment stairs to get in her beat-up car. Even though it was old, it was reliable. "Please let it work tonight. I really need this. Tuition is due next week." Maya sped down the street roads, keeping her eyes on a close lookout for any cops. The last thing she needed was a speeding ticket or some sort of traffic violation. Even though she had a nice ass, that wasn't about to do her any good if she got pulled over. If she at least had a nice rack, she might be able to get away with a warning, but not in her current state. She was in a sweatshirt and had stuff all over them. At best, they might let her off out of pity. Luckily, she was able to get to the club without issues. Maya was grateful she managed to make it here without further delay and was only two minutes late for clocking in. She grabbed her purse, and was about to beline it into the club, when she saw herself in the rearview mirror. She still had to cast the spell if the enlargement was going to work. "Fuck!" She was already late, but not casting the spell would have meant she smothered her boobs for no reason. Begrudgingly, she pulled out her phone and went to the notes app, where she had the spell written out. She took a deep breath, hoping this would work, and began reading it out loud. If she were lucky, maybe they would grow in the middle of the show and get the boys all worked up. "By moonlight's gentle glow, I call upon the power of the goddess. Milk of the Moon, flow into my breasts, Attracting nourishment and growth with every kiss. Honey of Attraction, sweeten my form, Drawing love and beauty to my heart's core. Essence of Goddess, infuse me with your might, Breast Nourishment Powder, make me a beautiful sight." Maya looked at herself in the rearview mirror again and smiled at herself. "Here goes nothing." Even through all the stress of being late, she knew she was going to give the boys the best show that night. At the bare least, she would get any newbies drilling over her ass. She got out of her car, and ran over to the door. "Hey, Frank." She greeted the bouncer. "You're late. I was beginning to worry." the tall man stood at the door, opening it for her to enter. "Sorry about that; fell asleep studying." Maya had always appreciated Frank. He was intimidating, but to her and the rest of the girls, he was like a giant teddy bear. "You got this kid. But I can't keep covering for you. You can tell Dameon that you got caught by a creeper and needed a hand." Frank had been covering for Maya for the last few weeks. He knew Maya was struggling with finals coming up and that the final payment would be required soon. Anyone would. But he couldn't fault the girl. She was trying to do something with her future, and this job was just a means to an end. "Thanks." Maya blushed, rushing into the club. She liked Frank like a big brother, but any time he called her "kid" or "kiddo" it made her feel like she was his little sister. She knew she was an adult, and could manage on her own, but with the stress of everything, she really had doubts some days. Finally, in the back room, Maya wasted no time clocking in, throwing off her clothes, and getting ready. She noticed on the schedule next to the punch-in clock that her name was on the board. She had a lap dance scheduled in the next ten minutes. She couldn't believe Dameon would allow one to get put on the schedule within fifteen minutes of her shift starting. It almost felt like he wanted her to lose a regular. "You know that stuff isn't going to work, right? Why are you still bothering with it, it looks, and smells disgusting." Sunny retorted, looking at Maya's smothered breasts. "Nice to see you too, Sunny." Maya knew she was only poking fun, even if it was a little hurtful. Sunny's breasts were easily a D, which meant Maya stood no chance of getting extra tips tonight. Not if Sunny's breasts were going out before her, and having a lap dance first thing meant her fate was sealed. Maya removed her old bra, tossing it in the trash, knowing that if it didn't work tonight, it wasn't going to work. She reached over for the pack of baby wipes the dancers shared for cleaning up in between shows, wiping away the ointment she laid on her breasts before leaving. She then found the costume she usually wore for lap dances and dawned it. A red lacy pushup bra, anything to help make her breasts more perky, and a red matching thong. She hoped that Marcus brought plenty of spare cash tonight. Stepping behind the curtain to enter the private rooms, Maya was stunned by what she saw. It wasn't Marcus—no, it was a woman. She wore a full-length dress colored in dark gray and lifeless hues. "I take it you are Maya. The slut who's been stealing my husband." The woman angrily pointed her finger in an accusative manner. Maya stood stunned. She wasn't expecting tonight to go like this. "Well! What do you have to say for yourself? Do you know you are ruining families?" Even though the woman was angry, Maya couldn't feel too intimidated by her; she was easily six to eight inches shorter than her. "Listen, lady, I don't even know who you are." "I'm Marcus's wife. I bet you didn't even know he was married, did you?" "Plenty of guys that come in here are married." Maya couldn't help herself by crossing her arms over her breasts. She couldn't believe this woman had the nerve to yell at her like this. Practically naked, in just her underwear, with nothing to cover herself. The whole thing made her feel small, even if she knew she was physically bigger. "So you admit it, you know you are ruining marriages." The woman leaned back on her heels. It was clear to see that this woman thought she was in the right. "I never said that." "Why don't you get a real job? All you are doing is taking advantage of these men and their families." "Listen, I'm just trying to get through school." Maya knew that doing this kind of work was frowned upon by many and that it made her an easy target. If she had a better way to make what she was here while still accommodating her class schedule, she would have looked at doing that instead. But there was no way. This was her only option. "So you beg these men for money? You can't take care of yourself like a big girl, so you come crawling to other wives' husbands for money instead." "What are you talking about? These men pay us for a show. That's exactly what we give them." Maya always hated it when people assumed things about her or judged her in her line of work. It's not like she was a hooker or a drug dealer. She never had sex with any of them, and if they even tried to touch her, they got kicked out and were banned. Frank was always good about that. "No. You crawl and beg like a baby. Someone who can't care for themselves." The woman pulled out a stack of papers from her purse, which she had brought. "You're the reason he keeps coming here. Seven times in 30 days!" "Lady, I didn't give your husband a lap dance seven times this month. It's not me." Maya could hear the showroom floor starting to get a little rowdy. She knew she wasn't up yet, but it was clear that someone else was running behind, at least based on the chatter that started. "Oh yeah, let's see." She folded over the sheet of paper with a list of transactions on it. "September 25th, Little Miracles," she ran her finger across the paper. "September 30th, Little Miracles." Maya could hear more clearly now what was happening out in the showroom. The boys were chanting. "Little Miracles!" They were either getting really impatient, or someone else was about to get the bulk of the tips tonight. "Now we are here again on October 1st, Little Miracles." "I didn't see him yesterday! I haven't even seen him today; instead, I'm in here with you." Maya was annoyed. She couldn't believe Dameon let this happen. Maya stormed out of the private room. She was going to give Dameon a piece of her mind. She wasn't about to stand there and continue to get nagged at by this judgmental woman. But as she stepped out of the room, she saw that everyone was silent. No one was moving; it was like they were all frozen. Even the bartender looked stunned. Unsure what was happening, Maya started looking around the room until she saw it. A purple swirling light was on the stage. "What the fuck is that" Maya felt her mouth drop open. She had never seen anything like that before. The closest thing was from some of the spell books she looked through. She thought the whole magic thing was a fake. Her boobs never got any bigger, yet, here it is. Magic. She stared in awe as a witch hat slowly started to arise from out of the purple swirl.

Chapter 28: Confrontation Lisa walked back into the theater room, trying to look as normal as possible despite the bulkiness under her dress, which she felt she was reluctantly getting used to. Craig noticed her immediately and gave her a small smile. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper so as not to disturb the other moviegoers. Lisa blushed slightly, feeling embarrassed about her accident. "Yeah, I'm fine," she avoided Craig's gaze, not wanting him to see the unease written all over her face. Craig could sense Lisa's discomfort. He wasn't sure what had happened, but with everything going on, it wasn't hard to take a guess either. He knew now likely wasn't the best time to ask, but he also couldn't help but worry for Lisa and wanted to make her feel secure and safe. She hadn't worn protection coming here, so if his suspicion was correct that she had an accident, then he could only guess how self-conscious she might be right now. Wanting to reassure Lisa, Craig reached out to grab her hand, reminding her that he was there to support her. It didn't matter if she had an accident or not; he was there to help her get through it, and it wasn't going to affect them as a couple. But Lisa wasn't really in the mood, still distraught about the whole thing. She pulled her hand away from Craig, keeping her eyes focused on the movie. Craig occasionally glanced at Lisa as they watched, but she avoided meeting his gaze. She didn't want to deal with the awkwardness between them after her reaction. *** After the credits rolled, they walked out of the theater. Lisa couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. She was relieved that she had made it through the movie without another close call or accident, but at the same time, she was still feeling the aftermath of her bathroom accident. She had been doing so well today, just for it all to slip away, and then she was a total jerk to Craig for essentially no reason. "Hey, what happened back there? You seemed upset," Craig asked, his voice laced with concern as they walked towards his car. "I'm sorry," she said, feeling a pang of guilt. "I just didn't want to tell you..." Craig nodded understandingly, but Lisa could see the hint of disappointment in his eyes. She knew that he was trying to be supportive, but she wasn't making it easy for him. Lisa took a deep breath as she tried to compose herself. "I... um... I did manage to use the bathroom just fine when we were at your place," Lisa said, trying to sound chipper despite the butterflies in her stomach. Craig nodded, his expression softening. "Oh. Um. Yeah. That's great." Craig was clearly confused about why she was bringing that up now. Lisa took another deep breath before continuing. "But... uh... things didn't go so well at the cafe." Craig's confused expression only grew, shocked by this new information. "What happened? I thought you made it. That's why I logged it for you." Lisa sighed and rubbed her temples. "I just couldn't go. I sat there and tried as hard as I could, but nothing came out. I thought maybe the laxative was slowing down my need to pee or something." Craig gently touched her arm, stopping as she frustratedly started to get in the car. "Hey, it's okay. I know you are struggling, and even if I can't relate, I am here for you." Craig looked her in the eyes, clearly conveying love and care. Lisa smiled weakly, still feeling distraught about everything that had happened. Wanting to cheer her up a little, Craig gave her a light pat on the butt, trying to lighten the mood, smiling warmly at her, getting a playful smile and eye roll in return. However, Craig couldn't help but notice that she had underwear on. "I thought she had an accident, didn't she? Was it just me, or did it have a different feel? I can't tell because of the dress, but it's definitely not what I was expecting." Craig quickly brushed off the thought, not wanting to make things any more awkward than they had already been that day. "Hey, let's not worry about it," he said with a smile. "Besides, I'm debating about stealing you for another night." "That sounds nice." Lisa felt a little better but still embarrassed. "It's just that I have work in the morning; I only took today off." Lisa turned around to face Craig, leaning up against his car with her door left open. "Just call off; I'm sure they won't mind." Craig took a step closer, gently running his hands down her arms and towards her hips. "Besides, you need to take care of your health. After we figure things out, you can go back if you want. In the meantime, take as much time as possible." Craig was trying to be reassuring. He just wanted Lisa to feel more confident, whatever it would take to get to that point. "Craig... You know I can't do that. What about my mom? She's going through just as hard of a time as me, and I'm the only one she's got. I can't do that." Lisa was on the verge of tears. She wanted to take the time. Time to get better, to get everything sorted out. But how could she? "Hey, it's okay. You don't have to if you aren't ready." Craig wrapped his arms around Lisa's waist, pulling her in for a hug. "Why don't you talk with your mom? I'm sure she only wants things to get better for you." Craig couldn't help himself; pulling her in for a hug was a two-fold move. He wanted to make her feel better first and foremost, but it also gave him a chance to get a better feel for that suspicious underwear he thought he felt. "I knew it. She does have underwear, and it isn't the same ones she had on when we left... I guess she brought some extra. I don't recall her grabbing a pair from the ones we just got..." Craig was confused but wasn't about to ask her about it. The last thing he wanted to do was make her feel uncomfrtable. "I know. I'll... I'll talk to her. But I still think it would be best if you dropped me off at my place tonight. I'm not going to miss out on work until we figure out a game plan." Lisa pulled away from Criag, feeling slightly better but still worried about what lay ahead. "Fair enough, just remember... If that creep at work gives you any trouble, report it right away, and turn in a notice. You don't have to quit, but you should at least try to take a medical leave until things blow over." "Fair enough," Lisa brushed the hair out of her face, trying to sound casual despite the awkwardness of their conversation. Satisfied with the little chat they had, Craig slowly stepped away to let Lisa get in his car, closing the door gently behind her. As they settled into their seats, Craig's expression turned serious. "I know it's a little awkward, but..." he started, his voice trailing off as he opened up the potty training app on his phone. Lisa's eyes widened in alarm as she realized what he was about to do. "What?" she asked, feeling anxious again. Craig smiled sheepishly. "I think we should update your log," he said, his eyes scanning the screen. "I just don't want to embarrass you, but we should really keep it updated if you want to give the doctor any shot at being able to help you." Lisa's face burned with embarrassment as she realized what he was implying. Lisa blushed, regretting having told him about her bathroom habits for the day. "Okay, fine," she admitted, sounding casual despite her frustration about what lengths Craig was willing to go to. "I did have an accident mid-way through the movie, and I didn't go pee while at the cafe. So update the log." Lisa rolled her eyes, buckled herself in, and crossed her arms. "Well then, Miss grouchy pants." Craig tried to tease. "It's updated. Still haven't had a bowel movement, huh?" Craig noticed the time. They were getting close to that eight-hour mark when the laxatives should kick in. Lisa's eyes widened as she realized she hadn't. She quickly looked at the clock, seeing the time. She was hoping that the laxatives would help with her sudden urge to pee. Now, it was only a matter of time before she found out if it would help. "Not yet. I should really get home before that happens." Lisa looked at Craig, slightly worried. "Your wish is my command. Let's just stop by my place real quick so you can take home some of those protective underwear." Craig smiled, utterly unaware of the irony of his statement. "I'm sure you want some variety and something to always make you feel comfortable and prepared."

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Chapter 2: No Fair! "Come on, Liv, you can't be serious." Emma crossed her arms, annoyed at Olivia for not giving her back her panties. "Can't we settle this later? Timmy's mom is about to knock on the door any second, and I can't go answering it like this." She gestured, her arms showing off her current state in just a grey T-shirt and a diaper. "No way! The bet was if you fit, you had to pee it, and I get to video it. Now hurry up. If you're quick, you can change out of it before Timmy gets to the door." Olivia stood her ground with a grin on her face. She was always a little rebellious and liked to push things a little too far. That's why Emma's parents didn't really like her that much. But they were both adults now, so it's not like her parents could do much about it. "Ugh! Fine." Emma rolled her eyes and tried to change her focus to her bladder. She just wanted to get this over with so she could get changed. The last thing she wanted was to wear this diaper any longer than she had to. But peeing herself on purpose was more challenging than she thought. She felt a flutter in her chest as Olivia pulled out her phone and started videoing her. "Okay, okay... I'm trying," Emma muttered, trying to sound braver than she felt. Olivia giggled. "Alright, let's get this show on the road!" Emma felt the first drops start to trickle down. She closed her eyes, mortified, as the warm liquid hit the soft diaper. "Oh my god, this is so gross," Emma whispered, trying not to make a sound as she peed into the diaper. "Oh my gosh, you're doing it!" Olivia exclaimed, laughing while zooming in on the action. "Is it going to be able to hold it all?" Emma felt her face heat up with embarrassment as the pee started to pool inside the diaper, spreading across the front and back of the diaper. She could feel it seeping slowly, soaking it all up. She was mortified. "I don't know; it's pooling at my butt. This is so gross, Liv! Why did I agree to take this stupid bet?" "You're the one who thought it wouldn't fit. Besides, apparently, me needing to do what you say was worth the risk," Olivia smiled. But now I don't have to. Instead, I have to help watch two babies," Oliva giggled. "How did I let this happen? How long is this going to take? It feels like it's going on forever," Emma groaned, trying to speed things along. As the peeing continued, Emma couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust and amusement at herself and her body. Who would have thought that she'd be peeing into a diaper? It was like something out of a bad dream, and yet something totally stupid and silly that she would never live down. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the flow slowed to a trickle and then stopped altogether. "There! Happy?" Emma snapped at Olivia. But Olivia just moved closer to get a few different angles. "Very! I'm shocked it held up." She turned off the video and reached out to feel how wet the diaper was. "You really soaked this thing." "Yeah, well, they aren't meant for grown women to use, " Emma said, annoyed. "Now, can I have my panties back, please?" But before Olivia could say anything, they were interrupted. *Ring* *Ring* "Oh no... oh no... NO," Emma muttered, panic setting in, as she looked at her phone seeing the caller ID "It's Timmy's mom. I needed some more time. I'll... uh... change after she hangs up." Emma quickly threw on her skirt, covering the soiled diaper worried that she might have to answer the door before the call ends. "Quick, finish cleaning up the place real quick while I answer this." Olivia was about to protest, annoyed that Emma was telling her to do stuff even though she had lost the bet. But then, an evil thought crossed her mind. "Okay," she grinned, grabbing the random clothes and laundry scattered about in the living room. She snuck off to Emma's room, where she quickly raided Emma's underwear drawer and gathered up all of Emma's panties. She smiled mischievously as she stuffed them into a laundry basket and carried it to the laundry room. There, she tossed all of the panties into the washer. Meanwhile, Emma answered her phone and started chatting with Timmy's mom, praying she wasn't anywhere close by. "Hi, Karen! What's up?." She asked, trying not to let her nerves come through on the call. "Hey Em! I hate to do this to you, but I need to cancel" Karens words felt like a ton of bricks off of Emma's shoulders. She was mortified at the thought of getting caught not only wearing a toddler's diaper, but a wet one at that. "Timmy isn't feeling well, and frankly, this day has been a mess. We're just doing a day in instead. Taking time to just watch movies and stuff." "No worries Karen! I'm sorry to hear Timmy isn't feeling well." Emma had to try to hold back her relief. She wanted so badly to let out a sigh, but didn't want to send the wrong message that she didn't want to watch Timmy. "I hope he feels better soon, and you and your husband get to have some chill time this weekend." "Thanks Em. I hope so too. I really am sorry about cancelling. If you need, I can still pay you at least for an hour for the time I caused you to waste?" "Oh no, you don't have to do that." Emma really wanted the cash. She was planning on using some of it for the pizza this weekend, as well as some fun money for the weekend with Olivia. But she also was too nice to accept money like that without working for it. "I really don't mind Em, I know you are busy with college and stuff. I don't want you to lose out on the little bit of time you do get. I've been there and done that." Emma was starting to shift a little uncomfortably. The longer she talks, the longer she had to stay in the soaked diaper. The weight of it makes her skin crawl. She couldn't believe the stupid thing fit on her. "Thanks Karen, but I really can't do that to you. I actually invited Oliva over to help, so I already got some company, this just means we can start doing some fun stuff a little sooner is all. I really appreciate the offer, but we're good. I promise" Emma knew Olivia would be pissed that they weren't making any money this weekend, but she would just have to deal with it, it's not like she was going to make anything anyway if it wasn't for Emma. "Alright, we'll you two girls have fun then. Just not too much fun. I don't want to be hearing about anything on the news." Karne chuckled, knowing the history the girls had, and how bad of an influence Oliva could be at times. Emma giggle back, "We won't. Thanks Karen." Emma ended the phone call relieved she wouldn't have to face anyone while wearing the diaper. Plus know her weekend was freed up. As soon as she ended the call, Olivia emerged from the laundry room, looking annoyed. "We aren't getting paid?" she asked Emma, rather angrily. But Emma's patience had worn thin. She rushed over to Olivia with an annoyed expression. "That's nothing, I had to pee in a diaper, and then have an entire conversation with the women who babysat me as a kid. Do you have any idea how embarrassing that is?" she softy yelled at Olivia for making her pee the diaper, and videoed the whole thing, when they thought Timming was right around the corner. Olivia held up her hands, apologetic. "Hey, hey! Don't be mad. It's your fault for taking so long." She grinned. She could have pushed it off, but she knew Emma would have just tried to get away without peeing it, and that wasn't any fun. "Tell you what, to make things fair... I'll do all the diaper changes this weekend," she said with a mischievous grin. Emma raised an eyebrow, "That doesn't even make any sense. We aren't watching Timmy anymore. Now, give me back my panties. I really want to get out of this thing." Emma was frustrated about what took place, but she wasn't about to let it ruin her weekend. Olivia pretended not to know anything about the missing underwear. "Panties? I don't have them," she said innocently. "Come on, Liv. This isn't funny. Give me back my underwear." Emma's eyes narrowed annoyedly as she placed her hands on her hips. "I'm serious. I don't have them." Olivia giggled. She turned her pockets inside out, and twirled around, showing she didn't tuck it into her jeans or anything. "Ugh! Liv!" Emma stormed off to her room to find a new pair of panties. But when she opened her drawer, she found that all of her undies were gone. "Olivia! You bitch!" she shouted, storming out of the room. "Where are they!" "Where are what?" Olivia giggled, enjoying how well her plan seemed to work. "My underwear, what did you do with them?!" Emma couldn't believe Olivia would stoop this low just to mess with her. "I don't know what you are talking about. I just cleaned up like you had asked." Olivia glanced back at the laundry room, where the washer machine was running. "You didn't..." Emma stormed off into the laundry room, searching through the basket of clothes, and pile of dirty laundry, looking for any pair of underwear. Anything would be better than wearing a diaper or going commando. She knelt down to look in the dryer, praying that there would be at least one pair of clean of underwear. But was instead greeted by the uncomfortable cold squishing of the soaking diaper against her. To make matters worse, there was none in the dryer. Reluctantly, she side stepped over to the washer, where it was clear to see, every pair of underwear she owned, swirling around getting cleaned. Even her thongs, and sexy panties she kept for special occasions, all, swirling around now mocking her. "Oh... I'm sorry, did the baby need a change?" Olivia mocked. "This isn't funny Liv." Emma stood up annoyed. "Oh relax. I'm just having a little fun. I was hoping to at least get paid for babysitting, but this works for me too." Olivia smiled giggling, as she looked at Emma.

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Chapter 27: This Needs to Stop As they arrived at the movie theater, Lisa felt excited. She loved going to the movies, and it was even more special now that Craig was with her. "Okay, let's pick out a movie," Craig said, smiling at her. "What do you want to see?" Lisa scanned the list of available movies on the screen. "Hmm, I don't know. What are you in the mood for?" She had just seen the latest horror movie with Sarah over the weekend and wasn't in the mood for a repeat. Craig thought for a moment. "How about we check out that new rom-com? I've heard it's really good." Lisa's eyes lit up. "Yeah, that sounds great! Let's go!" Lisa started feeling a little anxious as they walked into the theater. "Oh my gosh. I peed myself the last time I was here. Please tell me no one knew it was me. What if I am secretly banned and don't know it? What if Craig finds out about the accident? I at least had that stupid pull-up show up to my rescue, but still." "Hi, yes, two tickets for the 3 o'clock showing." Craig's words snapped Lisa back into the reality of the situation. The front desk person seemed completely clueless about who Lisa was. They must have been a new hire or something. "Hey, mind if I go get us some snacks?" Lisa nudged Craig, as he handed his card to the clerk. "Sure, go for it; I'll just share a popcorn and have a Coke." Lisa walked over to the snack bar, leaving Craig as he finished purchasing their tickets. "Hey, Lis! Back for more?" the snack clerk joked, recognizing her as one of his regular customers, who was just here a few days ago. "What can I get for you today? Same thing as usual?" "Not today, John, just a large popcorn and two large cokes," Lisa replied, trying to sound casual despite worrying that someone found out she had an accident the last time she was here. The clerk nodded and started pouring her drink. "And what about your gal pal? Is she here, too?" Lisa smiled and looked back over at Craig, who was walking over to meet up with her. "Not today. I'm actually here with my boyfriend." Lisa nudged her head towards Craig as he approached. The clerk smiled warmly and handed Lisa her soda. "That's great! Looks like a real catch." "Yeah, you don't even know the half of it." Lisa blushed a little, feeling lucky to have such an understanding boyfriend even though that whole potty training app was weird. "Ready to go, Lis?" Craig walked up beside Lisa, reaching out a hand to grab one of the sodas. "Yeah! Just was chatting with John for a minute." Lisa looked back at John, giving him a friendly smile. "Well, enjoy your movie, you two! Let me know if you need anything else." John smiled back, happy to see Lisa with someone she seemed to be so happy with. Lisa handed Craig his drink and headed towards the theater room. "Let's go grab our seats before the movie starts!" They quickly made their way to their seats. Lisa hated watching advertisements, even if she did work at a marketing firm. She knew if they showed up just a few minutes late, they could stroll in right as the movie was about to start. Lisa wasted no time in munching on their shared popcorn and drinking her soda. After having tried to use the bathroom twice since her appointment, she felt confident she could make it through the movie without an issue. Besides, if something did happen, she knew Craig had her covered. *** Lost in the moment, Lisa hadn't even realized she had already drunk half of her large soda. She was just enjoying her time with Craig, but then, it finally hit her. Her bladder was screaming at her again. She almost forgot what that feeling was like, it had been nearly 24 hours since the last time she had it flare up like this again. Lisa wrapped her arms around her waist, slightly hunching over. "No! Not again. Ugh! Why does my bladder hate me so much?" She wasted no time slowly standing up, looking clearly uncomfortable. She knew she only had moments to make it to the bathroom before disaster struck. "Hey, are you okay?" Craig could see the struggle on Lisa's face. He was worried she might be feeling sick or something. Maybe the laxatives finally kicked in. "Is it the laxatives?" "No, I just really need to pee. I'll be right back." Lisa rushed off, down the stairs, towards the exit. She tried to look normal the best she could but couldn't help but squeeze her legs together tightly. "Ugh! Why did I have to pick a dress? I should have thought ahead. The pull-up thing doesn't happen when I wear a dress and underwear. If I don't make it... Oh god, if I don't make it, I'll pee all over their floor." Lisa sped walked through the hallway, trying ot make it to the bathroom, not even registering that she was rushing past John, now wheeling around the clasic trash bin they use for cleaning up the theater. "Hey Lisa, you doing okay? You seem a little off." John's words sent a shiver of panic through Lisa. "Hey John, yeah. I'm... uh.. fine. I just really gotta." Lisa nudged her head towards the bathroom. "Oh, sorry, didn't mean to keep you. Just wanted to make sure you were doing okay." "Yep! Fine! But I gotta go!" Lisa was on the verge of doing a potty dance, she wasn't sure how much longer she could hold it. Lisa quickly rushed away from John, but it wasn't fast enough. She felt the floodgates about to burst. Lisa's eyes got wide with horror, and in a moment of panic, she mumbled a wish to herself. "I wish my underwear was protective underwear." But she was just a little too loud with her wish. "What was that, Lisa? Did you say something?" John turned to her. "Not now, John!" Lisa couldn't hold it anymore; the floodgates burst, and she felt herself peeing uncontrollably. She stood frozen, waiting for the urine to rush down her legs and start pooling at her feet, just like what happened the last few times she couldn't hold it while wearing a dress. But it didn't happen. "Sorry." John clearly looked hurt, feeling attacked for just trying to ensure his theater friend was doing okay. Lisa wanted to say something, to make things better, but she couldn't. She was too flustered with the moment. She just peed herself again. She made another stupid wish that she knew was going to backfire, just like everything else she does in a moment of panic. Lisa, blushing a beet red, rushed into the lady's room, which was only a few feet away. Walking was a little harder now, and her underwear had gotten a lot bulkier, more than it had ever been. Lisa was relieved to see no one else was in the bathroom. "Thank god it's a weekday and in the middle of the afternoon. If it was an evening or the weekend, this place would be crowded." Looking in the mirror, Lisa got a glimpse of her current state. Her face showed how distraught she was, and looking at her dress made her feel mortified. It wasn't completely noticeable, but for her, the protective underwear that magically appeared looked like it stuck out like a sore thumb. Lisa hurried herself into one of the large open stalls and lifted her dress to see how bad the situation really was. She nearly screamed in frustration as her eyes saw the swollen white diaper around her waist. "What the hell! You have got to be kidding me!" "You've got to be kidding me; when I said protective underwear, this isn't what I had in mind! You've always done pull-ups! Why are you torturing me like this?" she yelled at the bracelet on her wrist. Defeated and annoyed, Lisa ripped off the tapes to the diaper; hearing them tear off made her cringe. She felt like the sound was echoing off every wall in the bathroom. She couldn't believe how lucky she got that no one else was in here, and prayed no one would walk in on her as she got cleaned up. She couldn't believe how heavy the diaper was. She had peed way more than she thought she did, maybe even more than she ever had before when having an accident. She bundled it up, rolling it up the best she could to throw it away. Lisa pulled out her purse and looked in for something to change into, when her heart sank. She wasn't accounting for having an accident. She didn't think she was going to, not after successfully using the bathroom back at Craig's place. Even though she tried back at the cafe, she was unsuccessful. Annoyed and not wanting to keep Craig waiting, she left without actually going to the bathroom. But she didn't have the guts to admit to him that she couldn't go. "No! No, no, no. There's no way I can tell him about my accident. Shit... what if he asks? What if he finds out? Ugh! This is so unfair!" Then, an idea struck her. If she was careful, she could make two wishes, and she'll never be in a situation like this again. "Okay, here's the thing, you stupid bracelet. I'm going to make two more wishes. I don't want any funny business. Just do what I ask, nothing more, nothing less. This should be pretty simple for you. Got it?" Lisa hoped this would work. Every time she tried to get it to help her, it only seemed to make things worse. Well, every time except when she asked to make it to the bathroom. That one somehow worked out for her. "Please let this work." Lisa closed her eyes. She really needed this to work this time. "Okay... Here goes nothing. I wish I wouldn't need to pee so badly like that when I'm with Craig." She wasn't sure if it would work, but she couldn't take the thought of running off like a little girl on him again. He had already gone above and beyond by getting her those protective garments and laxatives. "Now for the really scary one... I wish I were always prepared for when I have an accident." She wasn't sure what would happen with this one. She knew asking for new underwear wasn't working, but maybe something like this would work. Suddenly, Lisa heard the bathroom door swing open. Her heart skipped a beat, worried someone might catch her with the soaked diaper still in the stall with her. "Come on, Emily. It's okay; accidents happen; it's not your fault." Lisa couldn't determine what was happening but wondered if it had anything to do with her wish. The shadows looked like the mom had walked over to the counter, but she couldn't quite tell. Suddenly, the person approached the stall she was in, pushing on the door. Making Lisa nearly jump out of her skin. "Occupied!" Lisa shouted, terrified and on the verge of getting caught. "Sorry!" the lady shouted back. "It's hard to tell on these doors sometimes." She seemed nice but stressed out at the same time. "Come on, Emily, let's see if we can find another one." Lisa could barely make out what looked to be a wheelchair. Lisa sighed with relief as they left the bathroom. She couldn't waste any more time. Lisa quickly unlocked the stall, peeking her head out to see if anyone else was around. It looked like the coast was clear. She rushed out of the stall and over to the trash bin to throw away the soaked diaper. Finally able to breathe, thinking the coast was clear. Lisa walked over to the sink to wash her hands when something stood out. The mom who was just in here a moment ago. She must have left this on the counter. Lisa stared at the nighttime pull-up her own mom bought for her, sitting there on the counter. Lisa knew this was her chance. It would at least be something she could wear under her dress. But the thought of stealing it from that mom with her daughter apparently having similar struggles made Lisa feel guilty about doing so. But what choice did she have? It was either that or nothing.

Chapter 1: The Bet Emma was practically bouncing with excitement as she welcomed her friend Olivia into her home. The two friends had been planning this baby-sitting gig for weeks, and finally, the big day had arrived. Or rather, the not-so-big kid would arrive soon. Finally, having a break from college, the two of them couldn't wait to spend time together, and babysitting made the perfect storm. They both had time off, and neither of their parents would argue about such a good-willed idea, such as watching a little kid for a family friend, and best of all. He would be too little to be able to tattle on them as they had some fun girl time. Sure, they had to keep the little guy entertained, but that's what cartoons are for. As they settled in, sipping coffee and chatting about their plan of attack (aka getting through the next few hours without losing their minds), Olivia suddenly zeroed in on the diaper bag sitting on the floor. "Hey, how old is this little guy again?" she asked, eyeing the assortment of diapers and other baby-like items with amusement. Emma laughed and replied, "2 years! I'm basically his personal butler now." Olivia's grin grew wider as she reached for the diaper bag, pulling out a random diaper to examine. "Wow, these things are huge!" She looked up at Emma with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Hey, you know what? I bet I can get you to fit into one of these." Emma's smile faltered for a moment before she regained her composure. "Oh, no way, Liv! You think I could possibly squeeze myself into one of Timmy's diapers?" She chuckled, confident, knowing full well that a young adult like herself surely had to be too big for something meant for toddlers. "There's no way I'd even come close to fitting – I'm way too big!" Olivia raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Emma's confidence. "Oh yeah? Alright, let me raise the stakes a bit. If you don’t fit into one of these diapers, I'll let you call the shots for the rest of the night – no questions asked. I'll change all the diapers, get him all the snacks, anything and everything you want." She paused for dramatic effect with a mischievous grin. "But if you do fit... then you have to pee in it." Emma's eyes widened in horror at the prospect. "Uh, no way! There’s no chance that thing will fit me." Emma chuckled nervously. Olivia's grin started looking less like amusement and more like genuine excitement for a real challenge to start off their fun weekend. "Then you have nothing to worry about. But I'm warning you, Emma – those diapers look pretty big." Emma's eyes were fixed on Olivia, still trying to convince herself that there was no way she'd fit into one of Timmy's diapers. But the thought of actually wearing a baby diaper and needing to pee in it sent shivers down her spine. "Make it the whole weekend." Emma wasn't about to risk something so embarrassing for just the evening. They only had Timmy for a few hours. No, if she was going to go through with this, she needed more than just a few hours. "If she really thinks it'll fit, she'll go for it. Then I'll have her pay for the pizza this weekend AND start my history homework for next semester." ""Hmmmm..." Olivia paused, wondering if it was worth the risk. "Deal, but I get to video you wetting it." "What! No way." Emma took a few steps back, horrified at what that level of blackmail could do. "Hey, you're the one that wants to take something from a few hours, small and innocent, and turn it into the whole weekend. Besides, you're too big for it, remember? So you have nothing to worry about," Olivia mocked Emma, trying to push her buttons. "Fine, fine," Emma said, holding up her hands in surrender. "You win. Deal. Let's just get this over with before Timmy gets here. If we got caught, we'd never be trusted to have a weekend alone again." Olivia let out a squeal of excitement and quickly started preparing the diaper. She grabbed some wipes and cream from the diaper baby. "Okay, 'baby' needs her diaper changed!" Olivia grinned, confident in her abilities. Emma giggled nervously at Olivia's overly excited demeanor. "I might have just made a huge mistake." Olivia began to peel off Emma's skirt and underwear, much like she would with a real baby. Olivia carefully cleaned Emma's bottom, then slapped on a generous layer of cream. "Liv, you don't have to use that stuff you know! It's not like I'm a real baby needing their butt protected from rashes or anything." Emma rolled her eyes annoyed on how far Olivia was taking this. "Oh, relax, I'm just having a time of fun. Now, time for the diaper, baby!" Olivia cooed, picking up one of the enormous diapers and holding it out so Emma could see the design. Unfolding the diaper, revealing how large they really are. "Alright, lift your butt, I need to get this under you." Olivia giggled, enjoying every moment of their silly bet. Emma felt a flutter in her chest as Olivia placed the diaper under her, ensuring it was centered. "Good girl! Now, back down." Olivia genitally pushed on Emma's waist, one hand guiding it back down. "The moment of truth." Olivia swiftly pulled up the front of the diaper and began stretching the sides, trying to get them to wrap around Emma's large waist. "Ha! See, there's no way it'll fit." Emma felt a little more confident seeing Olivia struggle to get the first tape in place. "Hold your horses; these things stretch. Now, lie back down. I got a bet to win" Olivia pushed Emma's chest backwards so that she was laying flat once again. "It's not going to work," Emma mocked Olivia. Oliva just focused on getting the tapes in place; she pulled one side, stretched it, and placed it to its limit into place. Holding it briefly. To her shock, it stayed. "Ha! One down." Emma's heart skipped a beat, as she felt the snug tape stubbornly staying in place. "Yeah, but there's no way the other one stays. Like, I have to be able to stand up with this thing on for it to count." Emma had to find a loophole; otherwise... she might have to pee in a diaper for the first time in over 14 years! "Ugh! Fine, but this is going to work" Olivia started to stretch the other side. Pulling and tugging at the tape, trying to get it to reach. Then, finally, it did! "Shit!" This is going to work," the first tape snapped back into place. "Told you, my butts are too big" Emma grinned; she was so close to winning this bet. "No, it's not." Olivia pulled the tape back into place, holding both sides in place for a moment ot ensure they would have some sticking power. The tapes seemed to be holding, and Emma held her breath. The diaper seemed... snug. But still, surely there was no way it could possibly fit... Then Olivia stepped back to admire her handiwork. Emma looked down at herself in horror as she realized that the diaper did indeed fit – but just barely. It was stretched taut across her bottom, and if she shifted even an inch, it felt like it might fall off. She hoped that as she stood up, it would just fall righ off, but it didn't. It held on. Olivia let out a triumphant shriek, pumping her fist in the air. "Yes! You're so busted, Emma! I knew it would fit you. You’re such a baby." Emma's face went bright red as she stared at herself in the mirror in the living room. She couldn't believe she'd actually managed to squeeze into one of Timmy's diapers. It was absurd... and yet, here she was. The sound of a car pulling up outside broke the spell, and Emma's eyes snapped to the clock. "Oh no, Liv – Timmy's here! I have to get out of this thing" Olivia grinned mischievously, holding onto Emma's panties. "Yeah, yeah... but first, we have a little bet of our to settle."

Chapter 25: Comfortable... Hopefully. As they walked into Craig's place, Lisa sighed deeply, relieved to be away from the pharmacy and doctor's office. "Hey, I'm gonna change into something more comfortable," she stated, walking towards the master bedroom. "Crap! I don't have anything to change into, outside of the extra pair of underwear I stuck in my purse this morning." "Sounds good, but you might want to take this first." Craig smiled and handed her the prescription. "Where do you want me to put these for now." He held out the bag full of protective underwear. "I don't even want to think about those things right now. I hate wearing them." Even hating them, Lisa knew she would be stuck with them sooner or later. "If it helps any, I got you a little gift that might make managing them easier or at bare least make you more comfortable." Criag's words came as a surprise. "Manage them? He didn't even know I needed them in the first place?" "It's hanging up in the closet. Go check it out." Walking into the bedroom, Lisa threw open the closet, both excited and worried about what might be in there. Lisa froze as she saw two beautiful dresses—nothing too fancy, but just enough to speak volumes to how much Craig really cared about her. Lisa couldn't help but feel grateful that it was dresses vs. yoga pants or something along those lines. The dresses were to serve two purposes. First, why wear jeans when you can go pantless? Second, they would make changes easier if she needed to, no matter how much that thought made her sick to her stomach. At least the dress would also hide them better than leggings. Lisa started shedding her clothes, feeling mixed emotions as she removed her jeans and pull-up. She was glad to be out of them but also anxious about what lay ahead. She was torn on which dress to pick. One was a bright flowy red dress, but her eyes landed on the bright floral dress that looked just as loose-fitting and comfortable, but a little less flashy. "Ah, perfect," she muttered, holding up the dress and examining it. She quickly changed into the dress and slipped on the pair of regular underwear. Feeling more confident now, she stepped out of the bedroom and caught Craig's eye as he watched her on the couch. "Hey, how's this?" she asked, smoothing out the dress. Craig smiled and nodded. "Looks great," he said. "You know, you're lovely in dresses." Lisa blushed, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. With everything that had been going on, especially with how her appointment that morning went, she couldn't help but feel less confident. Craig's words helped her remember who she really is. "Thanks," she said softly, walking over to the couch and sitting down beside him. "Did you already take your... prescription?" Craig asked, not wanting to push the subject on her. He cared deeply for her and just wanted to ensure she followed her instructions. Lisa blushed; she didn't want to be reminded, but he was right. She had forgotten already. "Not yet," she stood up from the couch and left to get a glass of water to help take the medicine a little easier. "Thanks," she made her way back over to the couch after taking the laxative. "Any idea how long it'll take this thing to work?" She asked him as she snuggled up to him on the couch. "According to the bottle, it can take anywhere from 8 to 12 hours to take effect. So we have some time to kill before that happens." Craig put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. "So, what do you want to do in the meantime?" he asked, his eyes sparkled. Lisa grinned, feeling a sense of security with him around. She knew that things might not be perfect right now, but with Craig by her side, she felt like nothing could get at her. "I'm game for whatever," she said, leaning into him. Craig smiled and leaned in close, his lips brushing against hers. "Great," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down her spine. As they kissed, Lisa couldn't help but feel grateful because of having Craig in her life. His support and understanding meant the world to her. As they sat on the couch, wrapped in each other's arms, Craig's hands began to wander, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on Lisa's skin, slowly sneaking down her sides. Lisa felt a flutter in her chest, but she tried to push it aside. She wasn't ready for anything romantic or intimate yet. Not with everything going on with her bladder issues and the embarrassing situation with the protective underwear. "Hey, Craig?" she said softly, trying to extricate herself from his grasp. He looked at her with a questioning expression but still held onto her. "Yeah?" Lisa took a deep breath. "I don't think I'm ready for...that yet," she said, trying to sound gentle but firm. "Not with everything that's going on. I know I was dealing with this before. And you were great about it and all... It's just..." Lisa struggled to get her words out. "I'm just having a hard time with others knowing, and now, with the doctor's recommendation, basically just being potty training." She started to get choked up. "I'm just not feeling myself right now. I'm having a hard time getting my confidence back." Craig's face fell, and he looked taken aback. But then, understanding dawned on his features, and he nodded slowly. Ding Before he could say anything, Lisa's phone received a text. She gently pushed herself off the couch just enough to reach her phone, which was sitting on the coffee table in front of them. Carol: "Hey, Sweety, how did the appointment go?" "It's my mom. She wants to know how my appointment went." Lisa looked at Craig, her eyes clearly crying out for help. She didn't want to tell her mom—not yet. The last thing she needed was for her to try to reassure her. "She's just worried about you." Craig tried to reassure her. He knew that her mom hadn't always had the closest relationship, and moving in with her only put more stress on Lisa. "Here, allow me." Craig reached out his hand to grab Lisa's phone. Lisa smiled and nodded as she handed him her phone to type out a response. Lisa: "Hey Carol, Lisa had her appointment with Dr. Jacobs, and it was...fine. We picked up a few things from the pharmacy and are just taking some chill time before I bring her back. Don't worry about her. She's doing okay," Craig replied, trying to sound reassuring. Lisa looked at him with gratitude as he handed her back her phone. "Thanks, Craig," she said softly. Craig smiled and put his arm around her shoulders. "Let's get out of here for a bit, huh? We can go grab some lunch or something. You need to relax and take your mind off things." Lisa nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. "Yeah, that sounds great." As they got ready to leave the house, Craig suddenly reminded Lisa as they walked out the door. "Hey, you might want to use the bathroom before we go. And don't forget to log it." "Oh, um, yeah...right," she muttered, trying to compose herself. Lisa's face flushed with embarrassment as she quickly made her way to the bathroom. She took care of her business and then returned to Craig, who was waiting for her by the door. "Did you log it?" Craig wanted to ensure they did everything they needed to help her through this. But doing so only made Lisa feel humiliated, her face burning a bright red. "Not yet, I didn't have anything to write it in." She didn't want to use her phone, she was always more of a pen and paper kind of gal. Besides, she needed to turn it into the doctor. "Here," Craig reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small notebook and pen. "Use this, it's small enough you can keep it with you." He reached out to give it to Lisa for her to use as her log. "I can't. That's your idea journal." There was more too it, she couldn't stand the thought of needing to log such trival things. She was an adult, she hasn't needed to keep a bathroom long in forever, in fact it was more like her mom to keep track of that kind of stuff when she was a kid. Criage let out a brief sigh, he took the pen and wrote: "Bathroom Log: Lisa" on one of the pages. "Not no more." He ripped out the pages that were already filled out and folded in the booklet. "Lisa, I want you to get better. You want to get better, that can only happen if you do what the doctor told you to do." "I know, I..." Lisa struggled to get her words out. "It's just embarrassing. I don't want to have to go through this. This isn't how life is supposed to work." Lisa hung her head a little low in defeat. "I know, but Lisa, if you don't try you can't improve. Have you read the paperwork yet?" Craig knew how much this was affecting her, but he couldn't let her sit in her emotions. She had to take action if she wanted to improve. "No." Lisa admitted sheepishly. "I have." Craig's admission to reading the doctor's paperwork shocked Lisa. She wasn't expecting him to take this so personally. "They won't be able to rule anything out or know the extent of the issue if you don't take things seriously." Lisa looked up at Craig, feeling a mix of emotions inside her. She was grateful for his support and understanding but also frustrated with herself for not being able to get her bladder issues under control. "Okay, I'll try," she said finally, trying to sound more confident than she felt. "I just wish there was an easier way to deal with this." Craig nodded sympathetically. "I know it's not easy, but like I said, we'll figure this out together. And remember, the doctor said that pelvic floor exercises and bladder training can help manage your symptoms." Lisa sighed, feeling a bit overwhelmed by all of this. She just wanted to go back to normal, you know, without having to worry about accidents or diapers. "Thanks, Craig," she said softly, trying to muster up some enthusiasm for the next steps in her treatment plan. Craig smiled and put his arm around her shoulders again. "Anytime, Lisa. Now, shall we get going? I thought we could grab some lunch at that new café downtown." Lisa nodded, feeling a bit more hopeful now. Maybe this whole thing wouldn't be so bad after all. "Sounds great," she said, smiling up at Craig. "Let's go." Chapter 26: Helps on the Way As they walked out of Craig's place and into the warm sunlight, Lisa felt a sense of relief wash over her. She was grateful for Craig's support and understanding, even if it didn't always make things easier. "Hey, let me just check my phone real quick," Lisa said, digging through her purse to find her phone. Craig nodded, letting go of her hand, as he headed towards the car. "Take your time. I'll go get the car warming up for us." As Craig waited by the car. Lisa checked her phone and saw that she had a few texts from Sarah and Michael at work. She quickly responded to their messages before putting her phone away. "Always the workaholic." Craig joked with her. "Ready?" Lisa nodded, feeling a bit more composed now that she'd taken care of her phone. "Oh yeah, right, like you aren't Mister Big Shot." She joked back at him. "Yeah, let's go." Lisa walked over to join Craig in the car, but as she got in, she clumsily dropped her purse, spilling out some of the items within it. Craig rushed into action, helping her pick everything up. "What's that?" Craig saw Lisa pick up a business card with a black car on it. Unsure why she would need such a thing, let alone afford chauffeur services. "Oh, this? It's just a business card I got from my driver I got for our date we went on. The guy offered to give me a ride back home if I needed it." Lisa wasn't really sure why she kept it. Normally she would just throw things like it away. "Well, do you need it? I mean, keep it if you want, but I can give you a ride if you need it, your mom offered, and if neither of us is available, I can pay for someone else to give you a lift. No reason for you to pay for something like that." Craig felt a little defensive about Lisa having the business card. He felt like she might not be trusting him or isn't willing to lean on the support network she has. "I guess not. He was a super nice old man, but you're right. I probably couldn't afford to use him long-term anyway." Lisa crumpled up the business card and placed it in Criag's cup holder so they could throw it away later. "Who knows, I might have to take you up on that offer for a ride more often." "I sure hope so," Craig smiled back at her, as he put the car in gear and drove towards the café. Lisa couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. She loved trying new foods and drinks, and this café was supposed to be one of the best in town. "I'm starving," Craig said, turning onto the street where the café was located. "After we have some lunch, you want to go to a movie or something?" Lisa nodded enthusiastically. "That sounds nice." Lisa smiled, feeling at ease, like they were a normal couple, vs. her feeling like she was helpless and needed his rescuing. "Let's go grab some lunch," Craig said, putting the car in park. "Sounds perfect to me." As they walked into the café, Lisa was hit with the delicious smells of freshly baked bread and roasting coffee. Her stomach growled in anticipation as she scanned the menu. "What do you want?" Craig asked, looking over at her with a smile. "Um, I'll just get the famous burger," Lisa said, trying to decide between the various options. Craig nodded. "Okay, I'll get a sandwich, and we can share some fries." As they waited for their food, Lisa stared at Craig with a slight smile. Their food arrived, and they dug in, savoring the flavors of their meal. As they ate, Lisa felt a sense of contentment wash over her. This was exactly what she needed - some quality time with Craig, and a chance to take her mind off her worries. "I could sit here forever. The breeze is perfect, the weather is comfortable, and I have the best person to share it with." Just as they were finishing up, Lisa's phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out, expecting to see another text from Sarah or Michael at work. But instead, she saw an unknown number on the screen. Unknown: "Hey, I'm Olivia. I got your number from my cousin Sarah. Would you like to meet up for a cup of coffee sometime? I heard you've been going through a lot lately, and I thought maybe having a friend who kind of knows what you are going through might be helpful." Lisa's eyes widened as she read the message. She hadn't expected Sarah to tell her cousin about what's been going on. Lisa hesitated. She wasn't sure if she really wanted to talk to anyone else about it. It felt like too many people knew already. "But then again, having someone who actually knows how embarrassing this is could be helpful. She might even have some suggestions on how to handle this better if I am lucky." Lisa: "Hey Olivia! Nice to meet you. That sounds lovely. I can really use a friend like that right about now. When are you thinking?" "What happened?" Craig noticed Lisa's shocked expression and was worried they might have to cut their date day a little short for some type of work emergency. Lisa looked at Craig with surprise. "I got a text from someone named Olivia," she said, trying to sound casual despite the worry in her voice. Craig raised an eyebrow, curious about who this person was. "Oh? Who is she?" Lisa hesitated, unsure how much to share. "She's my friend Sarah's cousin. She heard about what's been going on and wants to meet up for coffee." Craig smiled, his eyes lighting up with understanding. "That's great! You could really use the support right now." Lisa nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. "Yeah, I think so too." As they finished their meal and prepared to leave the café, Craig suddenly stopped as they walked by the bathroom. "What is it?" Lisa wasn't sure why he stopped all of a sudden. "Did you forget your wallet or something?" "No, I was just thinking...." he paused, not wanting to seem overly insistent. "You might want to use the bathroom before we go?" he suggested, nodding towards the restrooms. Lisa blushed, embarrassed to need another reminder about something as basic as using the bathroom. "Right, sorry. I'll be right back." As she headed into the restroom, Craig took out his phone and started browsing an app store. He searched for a potty training app for smartphones and found one that allows family members to be added to the same 'child' account. "Cool, This could actually come in handy." He started looking at the different features, seeing that there is silent potty alarms by vibrating the phone, a way to track their bathroom habits, including accidents. He knew Lisa would hate logging accidents, but having that information could be helpful for the doctor. He quickly downloaded the app and created a new account, adding Lisa as his partner. As he was about to put his phone away, he had an idea. "Maybe Carol and Sarah could help out too? Lisa seems really stressed about the log, and tends to forget these kinds of things. If they were a part of the family on this account, we could all help her keep the log correct and up to date for her next doctor appointment." As Lisa exited the bathroom, she looked over at Craig with a questioning expression. "Hey, are you ready to go?" she asked, trying to sound casual despite her embarrassment about needing to be reminded again to use the bathroom. "Yeah, I'm good," Craig replied, smiling back at her. "Let's get going." As they walked out to the car, Craig stepped beside her. "By the way, did you update your log?" he asked, leaning in with a near whisper. Lisa felt a flush rise to her cheeks as she reached for her purse. "Uh, no...I forgot," she admitted, rummaging through the bag. Craig's expression softened as he watched her. "That's okay, I've got you covered," he said, shaking his phone slightly. "I did it for you." Lisa looked at him in confusion, her eyes locked on his phone, completely clueless on what he was referring to. "What do you mean?" she asked. "I'll show you in the car." He unlocked the car as they approached, allowing them to get in and for him to start up the engine. As they got into the car, Craig held up his phone and showed Lisa the potty training app he had downloaded. "Check this out," he said, trying to sound casual. "I found an app that might be helpful for keeping track of your bathroom habits." Lisa's eyes widened as she took in the app's features. "Oh no, oh no, no, no, no," she whispered, her face turning bright red. Craig chuckled and tried to reassure her. "Hey, it's not so bad. And think about it - if Carol and Sarah were added to the account, they could help log your bathroom habits." Lisa shook her head vigorously. "No way. I don't want them to know about this. It's embarrassing enough that you already know." Craig put a hand on her arm. "Lisa, it's not that big of a deal. And think about how helpful it would be to have everyone helping you log your trips to the bathroom. You've been really stressed out and are prone to forget. This could be a game-changer for you. You don't have to log it, if you tell us, we can do it for you." Lisa looked at him hesitantly, still feeling embarrassed by the whole idea. "But what if...what if Micheal or someone at work finds out and sees it? I don't want to have to deal with that." Craig smiled patiently. "I promise they won't find out. And if they do, we'll just ignore them; what does it matter? It would be a fireable offense for anyone to say anything, and even if it does get out, we can just play it off as you helping out with a family member or a friends kid. Something like that. It's not like it would be weird for them to find out you babysit sometimes or hang around a friend's kid and are just trying to help them out." Lisa sighed, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the whole situation. "I don't know, Craig...it still feels really embarrassing to me." Craig leaned in and put his arm around her shoulders. "Hey, I get it. But remember what Dr. Jacobs said - this is just part of taking care of yourself right now. And with the help of your friends and family, you can get through this. So let's try to make it work, okay?" Lisa nodded hesitantly, feeling a bit more open to the idea. "Okay...but if I start getting a bunch of annoying reminders from Carol and Sarah, I'm blaming you." Craig grinned. "Deal!"

Chapter 27: Acceptance Kevin looked up from his phone and smiled at Kim, trying to appear relaxed despite the seriousness of their earlier conversation. "Hey, I need to head back to the hotel for sunscreen. Does anyone want to join? Kris, you can drop off your new friend if you want, or maybe get a bag to carry him in?" he asked, standing up from his chair. None of the kids seemed eager to walk all the way back to the resort. They wanted to do as much as they could as fast as they could. Kris, still holding onto his new plush toy, pulled it in for a hug and reluctantly agreed to go with. He wasn't planning on dropping off his new friend, but the idea of getting out of these pants and into some that wouldn't smell like pee sounded like a great idea. "I'll go," he chimed up. Kim smiled at Kevin, relieved that he had found a way to get Kirs alone and long enough to talk things through. "We'll meet up with you in a bit then," she said, standing up and gesturing to the rest of the kids to follow her. As they walked towards the hotel, Kevin fell into step beside Kris, his eyes fixed on his son's flushed face. "Hey buddy, how are you doing?" Kevin asked, trying to sound casual despite knowing he had to have a tough conversation with his son. Kris looked up at him, still holding onto his plush toy tightly. "I'm fine, Dad," he replied, his voice a little bright. Kevin nodded, his expression softening. "Hey, kiddo. I wanted to talk to you about something." He paused, choosing his words carefully. "Mom told me what happened with your pull-up." Kris's eyes darted away, and he shrugged, trying to play it cool. Kevin knew that look though - it was the same one Kris had when hiding something. The same look he got each time they talked about his bed wetting accidents. "Kris, come on," Kevin said gently, taking a step closer to his son. "We need to talk about this stuff, okay? Mom and I are just trying to figure out what's going on." Kris looked up at him again with a hint of despair in his eyes. "I'm sorry, Dad. I didn't mean to. I've been trying to be good but I keep messing up." Tears started to build up in his eyes. Kevin took another step closer, his voice taking on a gentle tone as he wrapped his arm around him. "It's not about messing things up, kiddo. It's about finding ways to make sure you feel safe and comfortable, okay? The last thing we want for you is to be embarrassed in front of others." He recalled the airport incident, recoiling with frustration. He never wanted something like that to happen to him. "Sometimes that means wearing those pull-ups. Or telling us when you need help. Okay?" Kris nodded slowly, his expression softening. "I know, Dad. I just...sometimes it feels like I'm never going to get over this. Like I'm just always going to disappoint you." A small tear started to stream down his face. Kris wanted more then anything to avoid this conversation. Kevin's heart went out to his son. He never wanted to make his kids feel that way. "I know how you feel, buddy," he said, stopping to meet Kris at eye level. "I used to know a kid in school who had the same problem. And I saw how the other kids would pick on him for it. I.. I just don't want that to happen to you." Kris looked up at him again, his eyes searching for something. Kevin couldn't quite read what was behind them, but he hoped that what he was trying to communicate made it to him. That he loved him dearly. That he just wanted the best for him. "I know I've been really tough on you. I was just trying to help... But... I see that might have been misguided." Kevin paused. He hated admitting when he was wrong, but he knew that if he could, there was a chance they could still make this the best trip ever. "When your mom told me what happened... in the bathroom. And how you stepped up; it made me realize how hard I had been." Kevin hoped he was getting through to him, but with his little teary eyes, it was hard to tell. "Hey, kiddo?" Kevin said softly. "Can I ask you something?" "Yeah," Kris replied, his voice barely above a whisper. Sniffling from his tears, he only wanted to make his dad proud, and having this conversation felt like the best thing in the world, yet the worst all at once. He wasn't sure how to feel or how real any of this really was. This whole trip had felt like some wild nightmare he couldn't wake up from, but now hearing his dad apologize felt like a dream come true. "Do you think wearing those pull-ups might make things easier for you? Maybe take some of the stress off when we're out and about?" His voice is soft and sincere. Kris's eyes widened as he looked at his dad, shocked by the sincerity in his voice. For a moment, Kris wasn't sure if this was a test—a taunt like all the other times he had asked if he wanted to wear diapers—or if he actually meant it as a way to help him. Sure, Kris knew wearing them would help. But after years of being asked if he wanted to be a baby, years of being asked if he wanted to wear diapers while his dad stood frustrated at him, would it really be safe to say yes? That he thinks they would help? Would his siblings think less of him if he chose to wear them willingly? "Yeah," Kris said slowly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I think that might actually help, Dad." Kevin smiled, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. Maybe, just maybe, they were onto something here. He finally admitted to the truth. He finally agreed to wear diapers for the first time in years. This could be the turning point for them. "Perfect. Consider it done, buddy." He smiled as he stood back up for them to continue their journey over to the hotel. "But, I'm going to have to ask that you take care of them, okay buddy? That means if you run low, you need to tell us. If you need a change, you need to tell us so we can get you to a place where you can take care of it. If I catch you lying, you'll be in trouble, okay? Is that understood?" Just because he was giving Kris more freedom didn't mean he wasn't going to set some ground rules. They both needed to know what to expect from each other. "Yes, sir. Thank you." Kris couldn't help but grin ear to ear. He walked with more pep in his step. The fact that he was finally given some freedom around his whole pull-up situation meant everything to him. Not only that, but he wasn't going to be judged by his parents anymore; instead, he had their support, which was all he ever really wanted in the first place. The rest of the walk to the hotel flew by in no time. Kris practically raced his dad to the elevator and to their suite. He wasn't excited so much about being able to wear pull-ups, as much as being excited to have some support. He always felt like his accidents were the family's big dark secret. The thing that brought them the most stress and disappointment. But now he had them backing him. Once in the suite, Kris rushed over to the shared bedroom, and pulled out his backpack he kept with his stuff. He couldn't put the pull-ups in it yet because his parents kept them, but he took this opportunity to throw in a change of pants and to get his current pair swapped out for something a little cleaner. Kris walked back out into the main living area, a huge grin still plastered on his face. His dad was sitting on the couch, phone in hand, but he looked up and handed Kris a package. "Hey buddy, here's your pull-ups," Kevin said, handing Kris the package. "Remember what we talked about? You need to let us know when you run low, okay? It's a big responsibility to let you manage them, alright?" Kris held the package tight, feeling a sense of freedom he hadn't felt in years. He looked up at his dad with a big smile. "Thanks, Dad," Kris said, trying to contain his enthusiasm. "I promise I'll do a good job." Kevin nodded, smiling back at his son. "I know you will, kiddo. And don't forget, if I catch you lying or just trying to get rid of them, you will get in trouble, understood?" Kris nodded, feeling a sense of worry wash over him. What could his punishment even be, other than losing access to them again? He really didn't want to think about it. "Hey, Dad?" Kris asked, looking down at the package in his hands. "Yeah, buddy?" "What about that other package... the one with underwear?" Kris asked, trying to sound casual despite being curious. Kevin's expression changed for a moment, and he looked slightly uncomfortable. "Oh, yeah... well, we're going to return that," Kevin said, trying to sound nonchalant. Kris's eyes widened in surprise. "Return it? Why?" "Well, underwear is expensive, and we just bought you a new pack not too long ago back at home. Remember you said you thought the pull-ups would make the trip better?" Kevin asked, raising an eyebrow. Kris nodded, feeling a sense of understanding. Not realizing the indirect consequences of his choice. "Okay... well, given that's the case, we are going to have you stick with them during the trip. If you don't have any accidents, then we won't need to buy more, and if you do, they are very accessible here and are cheaper," Kevin said, trying to explain himself. "So the underwear would have just been expensive and unnecessary." Kris looked down at the package in his hands, feeling slightly disappointed but relieved. He realized that this meant he was stuck wearing pull-ups, which was disappointing, but at least he had his family's support for a change so that at least made him feel a bit happier about the whole situation. Maybe forgetting his underwear was the best thing that could have happened to him after all. "Yeah, okay, that makes sense," Kris said, nodding. "That sounds fine."

Oh my gosh I totally did. 😂 Just updated the chapters, and added in 26 where it should be.

Thanks lol 😂 As a head up, my editor and I feel like this could be the final chapter as it ends the story pretty nicely. But, I want to hear from the readers. Do you all think it’s a good end, or want to see it continue? Not sure how much more this story has based on this latest chapter. Could include a chapter or two more about the trip, and maybe an epilogue for when they get back home. What does everyone think?

Chapter 26: What Happened? Roaming through the gift shop, Kris and his mom searched for any pants that might fit him. They checked racks and shelves, but it quickly became clear that all of the pant sizes were meant for either the cute kid's photos or for those who were older. Already an adult. Nothing for the kids around his age. At least, not at this gift shop. Kris felt disappointed; he had hoped to find something to replace his damp pants. Even if it wasn't that noticeable, he didn't want to run the risk, of the potential of smelling like pee. "I guess we might have to wait until we get back to the hotel," Kim said, giving Kris a sympathetic smile. "But let's see if we can find something fun while we're here." As they wandered through the aisles, Kris's attention was caught by a small plush toy. It was a little blue alien that pretended to be a dog, one of his favorite characters. The alien had big, round eyes and a mischievous smile, reminding Kris of the countless times he had watched the animated movie with his family. "Mom, look!" Kris exclaimed, holding up the plush toy. "Can I get it?" Kim looked at the toy and then back at Kris, smiling at the genuine excitement in his eyes. "Of course, sweetie. I think it would love to come home with us." She picked up the toy and handed it to Kris, who hugged it tightly. "Thanks, Mom. This is going to be the best trip ever!" Kris said, his earlier worries completely melted away. He continued to look around the shop, occasionally picking up other small trinkets and showing them to his mom, now caught up in the moment of excitement. Normally, they wouldn't pay the extra cost to get something at a gift shop. The increase in cost, never made sense to them. As they continued to browse the gift shop, Kris appeared to be in a much better mood. The excitement of picking out a new toy and spending time with his mom made him forget all about his situation. After a few more minutes of looking around, Kim gently reminded him that they should return to meet the rest of the family. "Alright, bud, let's go pay for your new friend and head back," she said warmly, holding up the little blue alien plush toy. Kris nodded eagerly. They went to the cashier, and Kim paid for the toy. Kris could barely contain his excitement as they left the shop. His mom handed him the plush toy as they left. Kris knew he was still being childish by loving the plush so much. But for some reason, he still had a soft spot for them. Even if he thought Sam's were too girly and babyish. "Thanks again, Mom," Kris said, his voice full of happiness. "You're welcome, sweetheart. I'm glad you're feeling better," Kim replied, giving him a quick hug. "Now, let's go find everyone else. I think they mentioned something about getting ice cream." Kris's eyes lit up at the mention of ice cream. Together, they made their way back to the designated meeting spot. As they approached, they saw the rest of the family sitting at a table, waiting patiently. Kyle and Tammi were animatedly chatting about what rides they wanted to ride while Kevin was scrolling through his phone, occasionally looking over to Sam, ensuring she was still sitting next to him watching her cartoon. "Hey, look who's back!" Kevin called out, spotting Kim and Kris approaching. "Did you guys take care of what you needed to?" His voice clearly hinted to Kim, but none of the kids thought anything of it. Kris held up his new plush toy with a big grin. "Yeah! Look at what Mom got me!" The rest of his siblings looked at the toy and smiled. "That's awesome, Kris!" Sam said. "I love that movie!" Tammi nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it's pretty cute." Kim joined the family at the table, but before Kris could sit down, Kevin pulled out his wallet and handed Tammi some money. "Can you go get us all ice cream? I'll have a chocolate. Honey, do you want any?" He asked, looking at Kim. "No thanks. I'm fine" She smiled back. "Sure thing dad." Tammi was about to step away, when Kevin chimed in again. "Take your siblings with you. They can help carry it all back. You each can get one scoop. Got it?" He wanted to treat them, but more importantly, he wanted a moment to chat with Kim. "Thanks, Dad," The kids nearly screamed as they all scrambled to their feet to follow Tammi towards the ice cream. With the kids finally gone. Kevin looked over at Kim with a slight look of frustration. "So... How did you handle it?" "Well... I asked him what happened." She started to explain. "And? Why did he do it? Was he just being lazy, or did he really not know it happened?" Kevin was impatient. He was annoyed at Kris, but after everything that had been happening, he began to wonder if there was the possibility of something deeper happening. If there was, he wasn't sure how he wanted to handle it. Kim stared at him momentarily, annoyed that he had interrupted her. She was getting there. If he would just calm down for a minute. The awkward silence sat for a moment as she hoped her annoyed expression would be enough to communicate that he was being rude. "Sorry," he hated apologizing, but this vacation was too important to him to ruin, either by him, or by someone else. "continue" "As I was saying. I asked him why his pull-up was so wet or if he had trouble using the bathroom earlier." She half expected for him to jump in, asking for her to get to the point. But he didn't. She saw that he wanted to, that he wanted to say something, but instead, he remained silent, nodding with understanding in a rushed manner, trying to hurry her along. "He told me he tried. But got scared with all the noise and how crowded it was." she continued. but before she could get any further, Kevin interrupted again. "That was a while ago. No way that would have caused it to leak, not so much later." He stated quizzically. "I'm getting there." She slightly glared. "He told me that while on the roller coaster, he had an accident without realizing it." She smiled as she connected the dots with the roller coaster ride earlier and his actions. However, Kevin shook his head in response. He didn't care about connecting the dots. He was frustrated. He had asked Kris directly if he had an accident, and he lied. That's not the type of behavior they should be reinforcing. "But, as we both know, that wouldn't cause it to get so full. So, I empathized with him. Agreeing that public bathrooms can be scary before asking him about it." Kim felt proud of herself for how she handled the situation and wanted to make sure Kevin heard every detail about her good parenting. "I told him it wouldn't have leaked based on the one accident, trying to see if he had a second and if he would own up to it. I know you think he is doing this on purpose; I think that's half the story." She saw Kevin's eyes change to bewilderment. "He had to go again at lunchtime. But he got scared and worried about using the public bathrooms again and facing the same issue." She paused to see if Kevin would show any signs of sympathy, but there was nothing there. In fact, he looked furious. "He broke down in tears while explaining, honey." She tried to reach his tender side. She was hoping to connect with him. "He said he didn't want to wear pull-ups anymore. Even if he is having some accidents on purpose, it's not because he wants to. It's because he feels he doesn't have a choice." Kevin wanted to scream. But he also realized doing so would be pointless. "That's still no excuse." He replied finally, his voice was low, as he hung his head. He no longer spoke in anger but more in despair. He wanted better for Kris. He wanted better for the family. Having a kid this old who was having issues, he felt, was a sign of poor parenting on his part. He had been allowing it. But maybe... maybe it wasn't about allowing it. Perhaps it was more about not supporting Kris in his needs, not supporting him in his development. "I know, but... I talked to him about it." Kim hesitated. She was a little worried about how he might react to finding out about the solution Kris had agreed to. Kevin picked up his head, looking at her, hoping for some good news. "There was a vending machine in the bathroom with changing kits." She paused, seeing Kevin's expression change to one of confusion. "For like toddlers. There was one left that had a pull-up in his size." "So you made him wear it." Kevin assumed. He was annoyed they always had to be the ones getting him to wear them. If he at least took some responsibility, that would make things a lot easier. That was the only reason they held onto them at home. He wouldn't be responsible with them. With how he was acting, they assumed he would have just thrown them away, or magically run out, or forget to tell them he needed more. He hated them. "Actually, no." Kim started. She wasn't annoyed at the interruption this time. She would have done the same thing. She was pleased to see Kevin's reaction change from annoyance to confusion, curiosity, and anticipation. "I gave him the choice. I asked if he wanted to wear it, save himself from a potential accident, or if he wanted to go without and we could stop by the hotel." "He picked the pull-up?" Kevin couldn't believe his ears. It's something he thought he would have heard much sooner. He thought Kris wanted to wear them, but they had been fighting for years to get him some, and he never wanted them. Hearing that he might have actually made the choice himself changed everything. "Not only did he pick the pull-up. He put it on without any help. No fussing about it. Nothing. He actually did a really good job and was a very good sport about it." Kim smiled, happy to see the relieved expression on Kevin's face. "I didn't even get a complaint out of him when I mentioned stopping by the hotel to pick up more pull-ups." "Really?" Kevin couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was this really the same kid? "We should probably talk to him about wearing pull-ups for the rest of the trip," Kim suggested. She got a puzzled look from Kevin at the suggestion. "Then we can return the underwear. Save a little money. Besides, if it makes him more comfortable and we have fewer interruptions, that might lead to an accident anyway. It kind of makes it a win-win situation. Few public bathrooms means less edginess from him, meaning fewer fights." Her pitch increased, hinting at the benefits of her suggestion. "But, we should make sure he is on board with it. I think he should be the one that handles it. For the most part, at least. Let him build up that responsibility we've been waiting for." Kevin leaned back in his chair, contemplating her suggestion. There were benefits to it, even if the idea could just be enabling him. The only issue was, what if he didn't go for it?

Chapter 24: Pharmacy Craig glanced over at Lisa, sitting quietly in the passenger seat. "Hey, how did your appointment go?" he asked, breaking the silence that had filled the car since they left the doctor's office. Lisa took a deep breath and tried to sum up her feelings about the visit. "It was...fine," she said, choosing her words carefully. She didn't want to burden Craig with all her worries and fears just yet. Craig raised an eyebrow, he knew there was more she could share, but wasn't sure if she would be comfortable opening up about it. He had to break the ice. "Okay, fine isn't exactly a glowing review," he teased, trying to lighten the mood. Lisa couldn't help but laugh at his joke despite feeling anxious about the whole situation. "Well, let's just say it wasn't as productive as I hoped," she said with a hint of disappointment. Craig smiled and looked over to Lisa while stopping at a light. "Okay, well, tell me more about what happened," he said, his eyes looking lovingly into hers. Lisa took a deep breath and began to explain the events of her appointment with Dr. Jacobs. "Well, I told him about my problem...my accidents," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Craig's expression turned sympathetic, and he reached out to take her hand. "I know that must have been hard for you. But I'm here for you." Lisa nodded, feeling a lump form in her throat. "It was. But Dr. Jacobs seemed really nice and understanding. He asked me some questions about my symptoms and did an ultrasound on my bladder." Craig's eyes widened with curiosity. He wasn't used to what happened in the medical field; he thought ultrasounds were only used for pregnant women. "What did he say was going on?" Lisa hesitated, not wanting to break the news that she might have a serious issue. "He said it could be related to constipation...but something else might be going on too." Craig's expression turned to confusion. "Okay, well, if it's just constipation, I'm sure the laxatives will help you out." Lisa forced a smile onto her face. "Yeah, maybe you're right. But what if it's not that? What if...what if I'm stuck like this? What if it's much worse? What if there is no fix, and I'm stuck wetting myself like a toddler?" Craig squeezed her hand reassuringly. "You don't have to be embarrassed about anything, Lisa. You're my girlfriend, and I love you no matter what." Lisa felt loved by his words, but she couldn't shake the feeling that this would all end in disaster. She took a deep breath and continued explaining her appointment. "Dr. Jacobs also talked about doing pelvic floor exercises and bladder training," she said, her voice trembling. Craig's eyes narrowed slightly. "Bladder training? What does that mean?" Lisa felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. "It means I have to set a regular schedule for bathroom visits and gradually increase the time between trips." Craig looked taken aback. "You mean like...potty training?" He was shocked they didn't have a more effective method. A medication or something, maybe surgery to fix this. Lisa nodded, feeling a hot flush rise to her cheeks. "Yeah, something like that." Lisa couldn't help but feel ashamed by his remark. "Why did he have to put it like that?! Oh my God, he has to think I'm gross or something. That look on his face. Ugh! Why is this happening to me!" Craig's expression turned sympathetic once more. "I'm sure it'll be fine, Lisa. We'll figure this out together, okay?" Lisa sniffled and nodded, trying to hold back tears. She felt a sob well up in her throat as she thought about all the embarrassing things Dr. Jacobs had mentioned...the protective garments, the potty log... As they pulled into the parking lot of the pharmacy, Lisa's emotions overtook her. She felt a lump form in her throat, and tears began to well up in her eyes. "Craig," she said, her voice shaking. "I don't know if I can do this." Craig looked at her with concern. "Do what?" he asked gently. Confused as to what the matter was, they were just picking up a prescription for a laxative. What's the big deal? Lisa took a deep breath. "Go into the pharmacy and get the...the protective underwear. I have ones meant for kids back home, but I want something... more mature. But the thought of buying them..." Craig's expression softened. He reached out and took Lisa's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Hey, I'm here for you," he said. "We'll face this together. And who knows? Maybe you won't even mind wearing them after a while." Lisa nodded, trying to hold back tears. His reassurance was nice, but the thought of ever reaching a point where she was okay with wearing diapers made her want to crawl up into a ball and hide from everyone and everything. After a moment, she mustered up enough courage as she finally got out of the car and started to walk towards the pharmacy with Craig, but just as they were about to enter, she froze. "I can't," she whispered. "Craig, I just can't do it." tears started to stream down her face again. Too embarrassed to enter the store and purchase what she needed. Craig looked at her with understanding. "It's okay. I'll go get what you need." He smiled back at her. "Go sit in the car. I'll only be a minute." He handed her his keys as he grabbed the prescription from her. As she walked back to the car, Craig couldn't help but take a deep breath. He loved Lisa dearly, and seeing how distressed she was only made his heart ache. He wished he could come in and fix her problems, but that wasn't possible. The only thing he could do was be the best boyfriend he could be. Giving one last glance at Lisa, he let out a sigh and walked into the pharmacy. *** Craig walked into the building, heading straight for the pharmacy department, and handed over the prescription. As he stood at the counter, he glanced around the store, taking in the rows of shelves stacked with various medications and health products. He had to wait 5 minutes for the prescription to be filled. His eyes landed on a section marked "Incontinence," reminding him that he was going to look for some protection for Lisa. He walked over to investigate, scanning the shelves for the protective underwear Lisa had been talking about. He had never been in an aisle like this before and really had no clue what he was looking for, but he hoped he would be able to find something that would make Lisa more comfortable. "There's so many options here. How am I ever going to find something she is okay with?" The first thing that caught his eye was a row of briefs that looked like diapers. Craig raised an eyebrow as he read the labels - "Depend," "Poise," and other brands he'd never heard of before. He picked up one of the briefs, feeling a bit uneasy about the thought of Lisa wearing something so...baby-like. "There has to be something less embarrassing in here. She would die of embarrassment if she had to wear one of these. Heck, I would." Then, another thought crossed his mind while looking at the briefs. "What if I had to help her put them on? That could be sexy, but... no... she would be humiliated if I had to help. No. There has to be better options here." As he continued to browse the shelves, he came across a section for women's discreet underwear. Craig's eyes widened as he saw how many different options were available. He started to read through the descriptions - "absorbent and breathable," "perfect for daily use," and other claims such as "looks just like underwear" all of it was far out of his depths. Everything felt foreign. "Thank God, at least these are a lot better. They aren't plain white, but some of these ones with flowers and colors look kind of cute, I guess. I don't think I would mind if she had to wear one of these to bed occasionally." He spotted a brand called "Prevail," one that looked to hit all of the boxes for what he was looking for or thought he was looking for. According to the packaging, these briefs were designed for women who experienced bladder leaks or accidents. Craig hoped they might make Lisa feel more secure and confident. "Bingo!" Craig's eyes landed on a section that seemed specifically marketed toward older adults as he continued searching for the perfect pair. He noticed a brand called "Abri" and saw that its products were designed for men and women with urinary incontinence. "These might not look the most attractive, but they might be the best option if those other ones don't hold up. These ones are specially made for exactly this situation." Craig wasn't sure what would be best, and picking so many options made him feel like he might be overdoing it. But he realized that a variety might be precisely what Lisa needed. He picked up a few options, feeling overwhelmed by the sheer number of choices available. Just then, the pharmacist called out to Craig, letting him know that his prescription was ready. Craig quickly paid for the medication and headed back out into the parking lot, his mind still reeling from all the options he'd seen. As he handed Lisa her prescription, she looked up at him with a nervous expression. Seeing the several bags with him. "So...did you find what I needed?" she asked hesitantly. Craig smiled reassuringly as he held up the Prevail briefs and Abri products. "Yeah, I think so," he said confidently. "I got a few different options for you to try out. I might have gone overboard, but I hope we can find something that you like, and feel comfortable with. Some of them look kind of cute honestly." When she heard Craig say the diapers looked cute, Lisa's eyes widened in surprise. Who would ever find them cute? Her shocked expression only grew as she took in the array of products Craig had chosen. "Oh...wow," she stammered. "Thanks. You really... did go overboard, huh?" she laughed nervously. But she couldn't help but feel grateful at the fact that she didn't have to go through the horrible ordeal. "I really am the luckiest girl in the world to have someone like you in my life." She swung her arms around him in a big hug, looking up at him with loving eyes. Even if she hated her situation and the fact that she was going to be stuck with diapers for a little while longer, Having Craig here for her, helping her out, and willing to buy such embarrassing products for her to take care of her made it all the easier. Finally, it gave her some breathing room to relax.

Chapter 21: What's This? Carol pushed open the front door, her arms laden with shopping bags and a laundry basket balanced precariously on her hip. She let out a tired sigh as she maneuvered through the doorway, her mind replaying the events of the day. With the door closed behind her, she sighed, relieved to be back, and glanced around the empty living room. Lisa had already left for her date, and the excitement in her eyes earlier made Carol's heart ache with maternal pride and a hint of concern. She didn't want her heart to get broken. Not only that but with all the stresses going on in her life right now, was it really a good idea for her to be in a relationship? "Alright, let's get these put away," Carol muttered to herself, heading towards the kitchen. Trying to push her worries away and out of her mind. She methodically unpacked the bags, placing the fresh produce in the fridge and the pantry staples in their designated spots. Her mind wandered to her daughter, hoping Lisa was having a good time and that the events of the past few days didn't weigh too heavily on her, trying to reassure herself that everything was going to be okay in the end. As she finished in the kitchen, Carol decided to take a quick look around to see if there was anything else she could tidy up. Her eyes fell on the laundry basket in the corner of the living room, overflowing with the clean clothes she had washed for Lisa. "I guess I should take care of that," she sighed, grabbing the basket and heading to Lisa's room. The room felt lifeless, knowing Lisa wasn't going to be home, made Carol flashback to when Lisa had left for college. An empty nester with no one around, only this time, not even her husband was around. She was truly alone, even if it was just for the night. Carol spotted some dirty socks on the floor, snapping her back to reality, a smile crossing her face, reminding her of simpler times. She grabbed them and went into the bathroom to drop them off in the laundry basket. As soon as she stepped in the bathroom, she was hit with a strong scent of urine. Looking around, she spotted the laundry basket, already full of towels and underwear. Carol stepped up to it, and confirmed her suspicion. The towels were soaked, and so were the pairs of underwear in the basket. Glancing over towards the sink, she spotted the trash bin, filled with several swollen and soaked pull-ups. "Oh, Lisa. What's going on with you, honey?" She felt pained that Lisa didn't want to open up about what was going on. Her secrets made her feel like they were on two completely different planets. Carol tossed the socks into the dirty laundry basket and was about to step out of the bathroom when something next to the sink caught her eye. A small, folded piece of paper. Curious, Carol picked it up and unfolded it, her eyes scanning the handwritten notes. Lisa meticulously documented various combinations of clothing, including rows labeled "Shorts + Undies," "Dress + Undies," and "Jeans + Pull-up." Carol's heart sank as she read through the list, a wave of sadness washing over her. Her daughter had been conducting experiments, with the pull-ups. She had no intention of donating them. But why? Why was she wetting them? Did she have an accident at home, and thought she should wear them? But there were so many accidents. According to the list, it looks like she went through three pairs of underwear and one pull-up. But there were only two pairs of underwear in the basket, and there were two pull-ups in the trash. What was up with these notes? Carol sighed and refolded the note, placing it back where she found it. Carol paced back to the living room, her fingers tapping nervously against her phone in her pocket as she mulled over how to approach this delicate issue. She settled onto the couch, feeling the cushions hug her as she pulled out her phone to start her research. Carol typed quickly into the search bar, her heart heavy with concern and a touch of anxiety. "Bladder issues in young adults" yielded a variety of results, ranging from common causes like urinary tract infections to more complex conditions such as overactive bladder syndrome or interstitial cystitis. She clicked through several articles, taking in the information with a furrowed brow. Each possible diagnosis brought a new wave of worry, but also a sliver of hope—at least she could understand what might be happening. Next, she searched for "why an adult would hide wearing diapers." The results were a bit more scattered, some discussing medical conditions, others exploring psychological reasons. Carol read about the shame and stigma that often accompanied incontinence issues, especially for young adults. It made sense that Lisa might feel embarrassed and not want to talk about it. She found forums where people shared their personal stories, and it broke her heart to think of Lisa feeling so isolated in her struggles. As Carol continued her search, she stumbled upon some references to ABDL, or Adult Baby/Diaper Lover, communities. She paused, her eyes widening as she read through the descriptions. People in these communities often found comfort or pleasure in wearing diapers and engaging in age-play, where they took on infantile behaviors and mindsets. This was a revelation she hadn't anticipated. The notion that her daughter might be exploring something like this was both bewildering and challenging to comprehend. Carol sat back, her mind racing. She wanted to understand without jumping to conclusions or judging Lisa. If her daughter was involved in something like this, it was crucial to approach it with sensitivity and support. Carol knew that confrontation without empathy could push Lisa away, causing her to retreat even further into secrecy. Carol rubbed her temples, the glow of her phone screen casting long shadows in the quiet living room. She let out a deep, uncertain breath. The idea of an Adult Baby/Diaper Lover or any related behaviors wasn't something she had even heard of before tonight. Was Lisa really part of this community, or was she simply grappling with a medical issue that led her to use diapers as a practical solution? The idea of Lisa being involved in AB/DL behavior felt surreal and almost taboo, something she never imagined she'd have to confront. The possibility of confronting Lisa about such a personal and potentially embarrassing subject made Carol uneasy. The thought of her daughter feeling cornered or misunderstood was the last thing she wanted. Yet, ignoring the signs felt equally wrong as if she was neglecting a part of Lisa's life that might be crying out for help or understanding. After all, Lisa was leaving pull-ups in the trash to be easily found, and she wasn't willing to have the nighttime underwear returned. Carol leaned back on the couch, her mind swirling with the various ways the conversation could unfold. Should she wait for Lisa to come to her, or should she take the initiative to create a safe space for Lisa to share her struggles when she gets back? What would that safe space even look like? The weight of her parental responsibility pressed down on her, tangled with her fear of possibly alienating her daughter. As she sat in the quiet of the living room, Carol grappled with the decision of whether to delve deeper into this discovery or to let it be, respecting Lisa's privacy. The urge to confront her daughter warred with the fear of damaging their relationship irreparably. What if Lisa wasn't ready to talk about it? What if she denied everything and felt violated by Carol's intrusion into her personal space? Carol's heart ached with the weight of uncertainty. She wanted to be there for Lisa, to offer her support and understanding no matter what she was going through. But she also feared pushing her daughter away with her own awkwardness and discomfort. Carol placed her phone on the charger and curled up on the couch, exhausted from the long day. Lisa would be back tomorrow. Maybe they could sort everything out when she got back. Maybe there was a reasonable explanation for the notes and the pull-ups, something that didn't involve that community or interests. Maybe it really was just a weird medical problem. If she were lucky, she wouldn't have to tell a soul about the things she discovered tonight, things she had no idea other people were involved in. Carol finally succumbed to her exhaustion, her eyes closing heavily as the day's events replayed in her mind. The quiet hum of the house lulled her into a deep sleep, her thoughts fading into the background. *** The next morning passed in a blur. Carol felt like she couldn't sleep through the night, tossing and turning, worrying about Lisa and what might happen if she really did like wearing and using diapers. Would it change their relationship? How would it affect her work? What about Craig? Was he into that kind of thing? She started her day feeling slightly disoriented and groggy. She went through her usual routine, albeit with a lingering sense of unease. The house felt eerily quiet without Lisa around. By the afternoon, Carol had managed to distract herself with chores and a few episodes of a TV show she had been meaning to catch up on, trying to distract herself from looking more into that Adult Baby stuff. Just as she was beginning to relax and get sucked into her show, her phone buzzed with a new message. Carol picked up her phone and read the text from Lisa: "Hey, Mom, can you pick me up from work? I'm taking the rest of the day off. Today has been kind of crappy." Carol's heart sank. She felt concerned for Lisa; she never left work early, and she even thought the day was going terribly. But she was at Craig's last night. Has something gone wrong? Did she have an accident? Or was it on purpose? She quickly replied, "Of course, sweetie. I'll be there in 20 minutes." Grabbing her keys and purse, Carol headed out to her car, her mind racing once again with thoughts of the previous night. The drive to Lisa's workplace was a short one, but it felt longer as she anticipated seeing her daughter and hoped for an opportunity to talk, or in this case, she hoped to listen. For Lisa to finally open up about whatever was actually going on. Chapter 22: Why Bother? Lisa stood outside the office building, her arms wrapped around herself as she waited for her mom. She had texted Carol just moments after talking with Sarah, and her mom had responded immediately, promising to pick her up shortly. The thought of getting out of work early and away from prying eyes was a small comfort, though the anxiety of the day's events still lingered heavily in her mind. Plus, Michael's rumors weren't going to help if he started stuff. She glanced down at her phone, checking the time. Carol should be arriving any minute now. Lisa took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. It was only a short ride home, and once she got there, she could finally change and relax for at least the rest of the day. Just then, she saw Carol's familiar sedan pull into the parking lot. Lisa felt a wave of relief wash over her as she walked toward the car, her pace quickening as she neared. Carol parked the car and got out, her face etched with concern. "Lisa, honey, are you okay?" Carol asked, pulling her daughter into a tight hug. "You never leave work early." Lisa felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes. "I'm just... having a really tough day, Mom," she admitted, her voice trembling. "Can we just go home?" "Of course, sweetheart," Carol said, guiding Lisa into the passenger seat. "Let's get you home." As they drove, Carol kept glancing over at Lisa, her worry evident. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked gently. Lisa shook her head. "Not right now," she said softly. "I just need to get home. Then maybe we can talk." Carol nodded, respecting her daughter's need for some space. The rest of the drive was quiet, save for the soft hum of the car engine and the occasional sound of Lisa's sniffles as she tried to hold back her tears. She thought things were finally starting to go her way. She figured out how the pull-ups appear and when they don't. She got it to give her new underwear and managed to make it so she would be on time more often. But now it seemed like it didn't want to work for her again. Nothing made sense. When they finally pulled into the driveway, Lisa felt a sense of relief wash over her. Home was a sanctuary, a place where she could let her guard down and not worry about judgment or embarrassment. She quickly got out of the car and headed inside, Carol close behind. "Why don't you go take a shower and change into something comfortable?" Carol suggested gently. "I'll make us some tea, and we can talk if you're up for it." Lisa nodded, grateful for her mom's understanding. She headed towards her room, tossing her bag onto her bed, and she started to take off some of her outer layers, like her shoes and jacket. She grabbed a comfortable nightgown from her dresser and left for the shower. Lisa closed the bathroom door and let out a loud sigh. She couldn't believe how terrible this day turned out already. Here she was, back home after wetting herself again, only after wetting the love of her life's bed. Annoyed, she peeled off her work clothes and the uncomfortable pull-up, tossing it into the trash. She stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash away the stress and tension of the day. Lisa took her time in the shower. She knew she had already taken a shower this morning, but the smell of the wet pull-up was unbearable. Smelling like urine was unacceptable. The fact that she practically didn't have a choice in the matter only made things worse. She scrubbed her body thoroughly. She felt that she would never be able to escape this embarrassing predicament she managed to get herself into, but at this point, she was so defeated she wasn't sure how much she really cared. She has an appointment in the morning with the doctor, who should hopefully get this whole thing sorted out. Stepping out of the shower, Lisa looked over to the counter, spotting the package of pull-ups she had left out from yesterday's experiments. She blushed, realizing her mistake and that her mom likely saw them, sealing her fate in her mom's thinking Lisa actually needed them. Lisa stared at the package, contemplating what she was going to do. There was no way she could talk her mom into believing she didn't need them. Glancing over to the trash can confirmed her assumption. Not only did she forget to hide the pull-ups, but she also didn't even take out the trash, leaving behind evidence of her accidents. "I'm such an idiot." Lisa changed her focus to getting dressed; looking at her nightgown, she realized she hadn't bothered to grab any underwear. "Ugh! Why am I like this today!" She didn't want to admit that she was having a rough day. She was a strong, independent woman. How did she manage to run into all of these problems? "Apparently not as 'independent' as I thought." She stared at the package of pull-ups once again, acknowledging whether she liked it or not; she had been relying on pull-ups to save her dignity. If it weren't for this stupid magic, she would have completely soaked her pants on the bus. Lisa, going against her better judgment, decided a pull-up was better than no underwear. Besides, it's a nightgown; unless she wanted to risk peeing all over her apartment, a pull-up would be the safer choice. Reluctantly, she slid on a fresh pull-up under her pajamas and left the bathroom with her hair wrapped up in a towel. She went down the hall to find Carol waiting with a steaming pot of tea and two cups set out on the kitchen table. She felt self-conscious about wearing the pull-up under her clothes, but there was no way her mom could tell, or at least so she thought. Wearing the gown made it so there wouldn't be an outline, but it also meant she could easily flash her mom if she wasn't careful. "Feel better?" Carol asked, her eyes filled with concern and love. "A little," Lisa admitted, sitting down and wrapping her hands around the warm cup of tea. She took a sip, savoring the soothing warmth. "Thanks, Mom." Carol reached out and placed a hand on Lisa's. "Do you want to talk about what happened today?" she asked gently. Lisa hesitated, biting her lip. She knew she couldn't tell her mom about the magical bracelet; that secret had to stay hidden. And she really didn't want to mention either of her recent accidents, especially the one at Craig's and the one at work. Her pride still stung from both incidents. "It's just been a rough day," Lisa said finally, trying to keep her voice steady. "Work was... stressful, and I just needed to get out of there. Michael was spreading some rumors, and it just got to be too much." Carol's brow furrowed. "What kind of rumors?" "Nothing important," Lisa replied quickly. "Just stupid stuff. But it's not just that. I guess I'm just feeling overwhelmed. Everything feels like it's piling up, you know?" Carol nodded, squeezing Lisa's hand reassuringly. "I understand, sweetheart. Sometimes it all just becomes too much. But remember, you don't have to deal with everything alone. I'm here for you." Lisa felt a lump form in her throat. She appreciated her mom's support more than she could express. "Thanks, Mom. That means a lot." They sat in silence for a few moments, sipping their tea. The warmth of the drink and the comfort of her mom's presence made Lisa feel a little better. She knew she still had a lot to deal with, but for now, she could just be herself. "How about we watch a movie tonight?" Carol suggested, breaking the silence. "Something light and fun to take your mind off things." Lisa smiled, grateful for the distraction. "That sounds perfect," she said. "I could use a good laugh." "Great. You pick the movie, and I'll make some popcorn," Carol said, standing up and giving Lisa's shoulder a gentle squeeze. "We'll make it a cozy night in." As Carol busied herself in the kitchen, Lisa scrolled through the various streaming services, looking for a light-hearted comedy. She needed something that would take her mind off the day's events. She finally settled on a classic feel-good movie and set it up. Once everything was ready, they settled on the couch. Lisa tucked her leg underneath her other knee, doing a half-crisscross, not thinking about her pull-up at all. They placed the bowl of popcorn between them. Lisa felt a sense of normalcy returning, with everything that had happened fading into the background as she had a girl's night with her mom. However, before they pressed play on the movie, Carol turned to Lisa with a serious expression. She heard the crinkle of the pull-up ever so slightly as Lisa sat down, reminding her of everything she had found out last night. "Lisa, I hate to be a pest. But did you... did you book a doctor's appointment?" she asked gently. "I know you've been having a tough time lately, with... well I just want to make sure you're okay." Lisa felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. She dreaded this conversation but knew her mom only asked because she cared. "Yeah, I did," she admitted softly, looking down at her hands. "It's tomorrow morning." Carol reached over and squeezed her daughter's leg reassuringly. "That's good, sweetheart. I'm sure the doctor will help figure out what's going on." Lisa nodded, feeling anxious about the upcoming appointment. "I hope so," she said quietly. "I just want to get over this and back to normal living." Carol smiled gently. "We'll get through this together. I'm here to support you no matter what. But, let's forget about all that for a while and enjoy the movie." *** Halfway through the movie, Lisa felt the familiar sudden need to pee. She tried to focus on the screen, but the bursting pressure in her bladder kept demanding her attention. She shifted uncomfortably, debating whether to get up and go to the bathroom. Given her life's frustrations, the idea of getting up felt like too much effort. She had been through so much already, and some part of her just wanted to stay comfortable. She took a deep breath, her eyes still on the screen. "My mom's right there. Do I really risk it? I mean, I know this stupid thing can hold it all. I've done it dozens of times at this point. Most of them weren't on purpose. I've never done it around someone on purpose. Not unless you count Sarah, but that was a total failure. What if it fails again? You know what? Screw it. If I soak my couch, then so be it. I'm just done with today." Lisa felt herself release the built-up pressure. The relief was immediate, but so was the embarrassment. Lisa felt a hot flush creep up her neck and into her cheeks. She heard the hissing sound as the urine was soaked up by her pull-up. She wasn't expecting it to be so loud, or was it just in her head? She tried to focus on the movie, ignoring the warm sensation spreading in her pull-up. She wasn't about to look over at her mom. If it was noticeable, there was no way she could make eye contact with her. Unfortunately for poor Lisa, Carol did hear the loud hissing sound coming from Lisa but she didn't say anything. She did cast a quick glance at her daughter, concern and sympathy in her eyes, but she remained silent, respecting Lisa's need for dignity. The last thing she wanted to do was make things awkward between them. If she wanted to do that, all she had to do was bring up what she found during her research last night. Lisa sat there next to Carol, completely mortified. She hadn't realized how much she had to go. Normally, her accidents felt pretty quick. This one felt like it was going on forever. She refused to look at her mom, her eyes glued to the screen as she blushed with embarrassment. She hoped that Carol hadn't heard it, or if she had, that she wouldn't bring it up. All she wanted was to enjoy the rest of the movie without any more humiliation. But she was beginning to worry as she felt her urine beginning to slush in a puddle within her pull-up. If she didn't stop soon, or it didn't absorb quicker, it might leak. Then she would be screwed. The only thing worse than getting caught having the accident is to have it leak on you during it, too. Luckily for Lisa, she felt the stream finally dying down and the pull-up absorbing the last bit that was beginning to pool up in her pull-up. She let out the largest mental sigh ever. Unable to believe the stroke of luck she had just experienced. Carol was able to see Lisa's body visibly relaxed. She wasn't sure why she chose just to pee herself, but she was glad she was wearing a pull-up, or at least had to be wearing one. Seeing her take a breath and continue to enjoy the movie also made Carol smile. She couldn't believe she was able to push past what she had been so self-conscious about for these last few days and just enjoy the moment. *** As the credits rolled, Carol stretched and turned to Lisa. "That was a good choice, sweetie," she said warmly. "I really enjoyed it." Lisa managed a small smile. "Yeah, it was nice," she agreed, feeling a bit better now that the movie had distracted her for a while. Carol stood up and gathered the empty tea cups and the popcorn bowl. "How about we make this a regular thing?" she suggested. "Just you and me, a movie night once a week?" Lisa's heart warmed at the idea. "I'd like that," she said softly. "Thanks, Mom." As Carol walked towards the kitchen, Lisa took a deep breath. The day had been rough, but at least she had her mom's support. As Lisa stood up from the couch, she felt the pull-up sag. She couldn't believe how full it had gotten. She couldn't be sure, but she felt like if she had gone anymore, it would for sure have leaked. She would have to be more careful from here on out. Otherwise, pull-ups wouldn't be enough to keep her pants dry. Chapter 23: Doctors Visit Lisa sat nervously in the waiting room, her fingers twisting the bracelet on her wrist as if seeking comfort from it, temporarily forgetting that it was the cause of her problems. The reason she was here in the first place. The sterile smell of the clinic and the faint sounds of murmured conversations from other patients only heightened her anxiety. She had finally mustered the courage to see a doctor about her bladder issues, but the worry of anyone else finding out that was the reason she was here today terrified her. Despite her fear, she still hoped they could provide a solution to the embarrassing problem she had been dealing with lately. "Lisa Sanders?" a nurse called out, looking around the room. Lisa stood up, feeling a mixture of dread and relief. She followed the nurse down a corridor and into an examination room, hoping no one would notice the pull-up she was wearing under her jeans. She hated wearing it, but it was better than losing another pair of underwear to the cursed bracelet. "Please have a seat," the nurse said kindly. "The doctor will be with you shortly." Lisa sat on the exam room's bed, her heart pounding in her chest. She glanced around the room, trying to distract herself with the posters on the walls. The wait felt like an eternity, but finally, the door opened, and a middle-aged doctor with a friendly demeanor walked in. Lisa was shocked to see how well-toned the man was. She wasn't used to seeing doctors take such good care of their bodies. He looked more like one of those handsome doctors from a drama TV show than a real doctor who was going to help her. "Hello, Lisa. I'm Dr. Jacobs," he introduced himself, shaking her hand. "I understand you're having some bladder issues?" He asked to confirm and start the conversation. He was a little confused about how a young woman like Lisa without any kids would already be having a serious enough issue to come in for a visit about it. Lisa nodded, feeling a lump form in her throat as anxiety tightened her chest. She could feel her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as the doctor took a seat on the stool across from the bed she sat on. Her hands fidgeted in her lap, the weight of the situation pressing down on her. Going to the doctor in the first place was hard enough; now, she has to tell this good-looking doctor about her embarrassing issue. "Yes," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. It's been really embarrassing and stressful." She paused, glancing down at her hands as she tried to gather her thoughts. Her embarrassment was getting the best of her. She knew he was there to help, but admitting she had this problem going on felt like admitting defeat. "It's okay, Lisa. We're here to help. Why don't you just tell me what the issue is? Then, we can take it one step at a time." Dr. Jacob's reassuring smile helped put her at ease. Deep down, she knew the longer she took, the worse this whole thing would feel, and only slow down his day. She never wanted to be a burden to anyone, but this whole situation only made her feel like she had to rely on others. No matter how much she hated that thought. "I seem to have sudden urges to pee, and sometimes I can't make it to the bathroom in time." She felt a wave of shame wash over her as she admitted the truth aloud, a part of her wishing she could disappear. Her cheeks got flushed with embarrassment. She couldn't take it back now. All that was left was hoping he would have some answers for her. Dr. Jacobs nodded, his expression sympathetic and reassuring. "I see," he said gently, picking up his pen to take notes. "Let's start with some questions to get a better understanding of your symptoms. When did you first notice these issues?" Lisa hesitated, her mind racing as she tried to pinpoint the moment everything began to change. She knew it was likely the bracelet's fault. But was it? She had that incident on the bus, but that was before she made any wishes, or was it? She couldn't remember. Either way, there was no way she was about to tell him about the wish-granting bracelet. Not unless she wanted to be marked as crazy. "About a few weeks ago," she replied, her voice shaky. "It started out of nowhere. At first, it was just occasional, but it seems to be happening more frequently now." She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "I thought maybe it was just stress or something, but it's not getting any better," she confessed, her voice tinged with desperation. Dr. Jacobs listened intently, nodding as he made notes. "Thank you for sharing that, Lisa. I know it can be difficult to talk about these things, but you're taking the right steps by seeking help." His words were kind, but Lisa still felt vulnerable. She worried about what the doctor might think, find, or what the tests might reveal. Would she need treatment? Could it be something serious? Would anyone else find out? What if she ran into him while in town? "Have you noticed any patterns or triggers that seem to make the symptoms worse?" Dr. Jacobs asked, his voice gentle yet inquisitive. Lisa paused, considering the question. "Not really," she admitted. "It just seems to happen randomly. I can be fine one moment, and then suddenly, it's like I can't hold it any longer." "Do you experience any pain or burning when you urinate?" Dr. Jacobs asked, making notes on his clipboard. "No, there's no pain. It's just the urgency and the accidents," Lisa said, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment. Dr. Jacobs continued with his questions. "Have you noticed any changes in your fluid intake? Are you drinking more or less than usual?" Lisa thought for a moment. "I don't think I've changed my drinking habits much. I try to stay hydrated but haven't been drinking excessively." She thought back to her experiments but figured if she mentioned the diuretics, he might write the whole thing off as she is just trying to get attention, which is anything but the truth! If anything, she wants less attention for this whole thing. "Do you have any history of urinary tract infections or other bladder issues?" he inquired. "No, this is the first time I've experienced anything like this," Lisa replied, feeling a bit more at ease with the doctor's calm demeanor. "Do you consume a lot of caffeine or alcohol? Sometimes, these can irritate the bladder," Dr. Jacobs inquired. "No more than usual. I have about a cup of coffee once or twice a day and only have a glass of wine if I'm out on a date or a special occasion." Lisa hadn't realized how easily different things can trigger issues like this. Maybe it really was more common than she thought. She just never would have expected it to happen to her. "What about bowel movements? Have they been regular?" Dr. Jacobs asked. Assuming she was drinking coffee, there shouldn't be anything out of the ordinary there. Lisa paused to think about it. It had been a few days since she last had a bowel movement. Usually, she wouldn't think about these kinds of things. She hadn't even noticed it. "It has been a few days, I think. I'm not really sure when I had the last one; it's not something I usually think about." "Have you been feeling constipated or feel additional pressure or anything?" He jotted down some additional notes; it appeared as if he finally had some ideas about what might be going on. "Not at all. Could that really be the cause to all of this?" Lisa hoped that something as simple as this was the true culprit, not a stupid wish she could have made without realizing it. "It's a possibility. Constipation can create extra pressure on the bladder, causing urgent needs to urinate. But some other underlying conditions could be a factor." Dr. Jacobs said, jotting down a few more notes. "I'd like to do a few tests to gather more information. First, an ultrasound can help us see how your bladder is functioning and if there is any unusual retention. I'd like to collect a urine sample if possible. How full does your bladder feel right now?" "I'm not really sure. I hardly can tell until it's nearly too late." Lisa blushed, she hated the fact that she really couldn't tell anymore. It was as if she was a toddler that wouldn't notice it until the last possible second. "No worries. We'll start with an ultrasound to check the fullness of your bladder, then have you provide a urine sample and empty your bladder to see how empty it is really getting. If your bladder isn't that full, we'll have you come in again later, next time, with a full bladder so we can run this test. It helps us better determine what the underlying issue might be." Dr. Jacobs stood up, walked over to the door, opened it a crack, and looked around briefly. "Ganece, can you grab the ultrasound machine for us real quick? Thanks." Lisa wasn't sure what the test results would bring, but she did know coming back with a full bladder would be mission impossible, at least it would be without peeing herself in front of the Doctor. Dr. Jacobs prepared to examine Lisa as the nurse wheeled the ultrasound machine into the room. Lisa lay back on the examination table, her mind a whirl of worry and hope. She tried to relax, reminding herself that she was here to get answers. "Okay, Lisa," Dr. Jacobs said, adjusting the machine's settings. "Let's take a look at your bladder to see what's going on." He applied a generous amount of gel to her lower abdomen and began moving the transducer across her skin. The screen flickered to life with grayscale images that only Dr. Jacobs seemed to understand. "Hmm," he murmured, concentrating on the screen. "Your bladder is quite full, which is actually great for our tests today. Can you feel any pressure indicating the need to pee at all?" Lisa shook her head, a mix of embarrassment and curiosity washing over her. "Not really," she replied. "I just can't tell when it’s full anymore." Dr. Jacobs nodded thoughtfully, though his expression remained focused on the screen. "It's not uncommon with certain conditions. Sometimes, the signals between the bladder and the brain can become disrupted, affecting your ability to sense fullness." Lisa bit her lip, processing this new information. The idea that her bladder could be full but unresponsive was unnerving. She wished she could just feel normal again, that her bladder would work as it should without needing constant attention. He continued to capture images of her bladder, noting its size and any other abnormalities. Lisa watched his expression, hoping for any hint of reassurance. "Alright," Dr. Jacobs said, stepping back and removing the transducer. "Now that we’ve captured these images, I'd like you to go to the restroom and provide a urine sample. Afterward, we’ll continue with another scan to see how much urine is left in your bladder." Lisa nodded, relieved to be moving forward with the tests, without the need to come back with a full bladder. The nurse guided her to a nearby restroom, handing her a small plastic container for the sample. Lisa felt worried that she might not be able to pee, not having any sense of how full her bladder was. Sure, the machine said it was full, but there was nothing indicating to her that it was. She knew she had an accident last night, and after her morning shower, she tried to pee a second time but hadn't gone since then. If she was lucky this would be easy, even if her body didn't tell her it was full, she knew it was. The doctor said so. In the privacy of the restroom, Lisa sat down and tried to relax. Despite her struggles to sense her bladder's fullness, she managed to start a stream. She felt proud of herself. She managed to go the entire morning without an accident, with no sudden urges. Now, with her bladder empty, she felt confident she would be able to go the rest of the appointment without an issue. The pull-up was unnecessary. Staring at the thing made her feel prideful, knowing she wouldn't end up needing it after all. Finally getting a sense of victory, even if it was just a small win. Lisa quickly handed the urine sample off to the nurse and returned to the examination room, where Dr. Jacobs awaited with the ultrasound machine. Lisa returned to the examination room and lay back on the table as Dr. Jacobs prepared the ultrasound machine for the follow-up scan. "Let's see how well your bladder has emptied," Dr. Jacobs said, applying more gel to Lisa's lower abdomen and guiding the transducer across her skin. Lisa watched the screen, hopeful for reassurance. After a few moments, Dr. Jacobs nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Your bladder is completely empty, which is good news," he said. "But I’m noticing something else here." He adjusted the transducer slightly, focusing on another area of her abdomen. Lisa's eyes widened with curiosity and a touch of anxiety. "What is it?" Dr. Jacobs pointed to the screen, showing her the image. "This area here indicates some significant stool build-up, suggesting constipation. You might not feel it, but it's there and can contribute to the pressure on your bladder." Lisa felt a mix of relief and embarrassment. The idea that something so simple could be contributing to her problems was both reassuring and frustrating. "I had no idea," she admitted. "I really don’t feel anything." "It's quite common," Dr. Jacobs reassured her. "We'll address that with a treatment plan. Let's finish the exam, and then we'll discuss how to manage these symptoms." Dr. Jacobs completed the ultrasound and stepped back, preparing for the next phase of the examination. "Now, Lisa," he said, "I’d like to perform a physical examination to better understand what's going on with your pelvic floor muscles. This will involve checking for any muscle weakness or signs of pelvic organ prolapse, which can contribute to urge incontinence." Lisa nodded, feeling a mix of apprehension and relief at finally addressing her condition. She tried to focus on Dr. Jacobs's calm demeanor, which helped ease some of her anxiety. Dr. Jacobs reached for a folded gown on the counter and handed it to her. "Please change into this gown. It ties in the back, and I'll give you a moment of privacy. If you could remove your clothing from the waist down, that would be great. Just let me know when you're ready." After Dr. Jacobs left the room, Lisa stood there for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts. She glanced at the gown in her hands and sighed, reminding herself that this was all part of the process of finding a solution. She started to change, tugging at the waistband of her jeans, only to find them stuck around her ankles. She realized with a small groan of frustration that she had forgotten to take off her shoes. Bending down, Lisa untied her sneakers, slipping them off awkwardly while trying to keep her balance. She wiggled out of her jeans and placed them in a pile with her shoes next to the examination table. Just as she was about to change into the gown, she remembered the pull-up she was wearing. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the thought of Dr. Jacobs seeing it. She didn't want him to know she wore one, even though she knew it was a sensible precaution. She considered hiding it under her jeans in the pile, but worried it might be visible or that the nurse might move her clothes while cleaning up. Throwing it away seemed like an option, but she worried they might find it in the trash bin later. Lisa’s mind raced as she looked around the room, trying to find a suitable hiding spot. She moved the wastebasket, peeked behind the curtains, and even considered hiding it behind the small counter where the medical supplies were kept. Her heart pounded in her chest as she imagined the embarrassment of someone finding it later. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, startling her. "Lisa, are you okay in there? Do you need any assistance?" Dr. Jacobs called out, concern in his voice. Lisa froze, her heart skipping a beat. She took a deep breath and tried to force herself to calm down. When no response followed, Dr. Jacobs hesitated before slowly opening the door. Lisa quickly turned around, facing the doctor with a deep blush spreading across her cheeks. She had managed to put on the gown but was still wearing the pull-up underneath. Dr. Jacobs smiled reassuringly, though Lisa could see a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "Are you ready?" he asked, gesturing toward the examination table. "Yes," Lisa replied, her voice shaky with nerves. She walked over to the table and sat down, feeling the crinkling of the pull-up beneath her as she adjusted the gown around her. Dr. Jacobs pulled up a stool and sat down next to Lisa, maintaining a calm and professional demeanor. He wanted to ensure she felt comfortable and understood what the examination would entail. “Alright, Lisa,” Dr. Jacobs began, “I’m going to perform a pelvic floor examination. This is an important part of understanding how your muscles are functioning and if there are any issues contributing to the urge incontinence you’re experiencing.” Lisa nodded, trying to focus on his words instead of her mounting anxiety. “The exam will involve a gentle palpation of your pelvic floor muscles to check for any weakness, tension, or signs of prolapse,” he continued. “I’ll need you to lie back and relax as much as possible, and I’ll guide you through each step. At certain points, I’ll ask you to contract your pelvic floor muscles, like you’re trying to stop the flow of urine, and then relax them.” Lisa felt a growing sense of worry as she listened. She knew the pull-up she was wearing would be in the way, but she didn’t know how to bring it up without feeling embarrassed. “It’s important we do this because understanding the strength and responsiveness of these muscles can help us tailor your treatment plan,” Dr. Jacobs explained. “Do you have any questions before we begin?” Lisa hesitated, her mind racing as she tried to think of a way to bring up her concern without feeling humiliated. But nothing came to mind. “No, I think I understand,” she replied, her voice wavering slightly. Dr. Jacobs gave her an encouraging nod. “Great. Just remember to breathe and let me know if you feel any discomfort at any point.” As he moved to begin the exam, Lisa’s heart pounded in her chest. She lay back on the table, staring at the ceiling tiles as if they might provide some distraction from her predicament. She knew it was only a matter of time before Dr. Jacobs noticed the pull-up. Dr. Jacobs adjusted the exam light and gently placed a drape over her legs for modesty. As he began the exam, he immediately noticed the pull-up beneath the gown. Lisa’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, her worst fear realized. Dr. Jacobs paused and looked at Lisa with a reassuring smile. “Lisa, I see you’re wearing a pull-up, which is perfectly understandable given your situation. However, for the exam, it’s important that we remove it so I can properly assess the pelvic floor muscles.” He pushed himself away from the table, allowing the drape to cover her once again, providing some privacy for her to decide how she wanted to handle it. Lisa swallowed hard, feeling a rush of defeat. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “I just panicked. I didn't want anyone to find out and didn’t want to have any accidents.” Dr. Jacobs nodded, maintaining his supportive tone. “There’s absolutely no need to apologize. Many patients use them for security, and that’s completely okay. I’ll step out for a moment while you remove it. Once you’re done we can proceed with the examination.” Dr. Jacobs swiftly excited the exam room again. Why did I have to be such a ditz and not just tell him I needed another moment? Lisa sighed in frustration as she slid the pull-up down her legs while still on the exam table. She tossed it onto her pile of clothes, feeling exposed and humiliated for being so careless and shy. “I’m ready!” She shouted. Dr. Jacobs gave her a reassuring smile, as he re-entered the room. “Thank you, Lisa. You’re doing great. Let’s continue with the exam, and remember, you’re in a safe space here.” His words helped ease some of her tension, and she focused on the fact that this was a step toward finding a solution. Dr. Jacobs proceeded with the examination, explaining each step as he checked for muscle tone and signs of prolapse. “Now, I’ll gently assess the muscles’ tone,” he said, guiding her through each part of the examination. “When I ask you to contract, try to hold it for a few seconds, then relax.” Lisa followed his instructions, trying to relax and concentrate on the task at hand. Despite her initial embarrassment, she found comfort in Dr. Jacobs’s professionalism and the fact that she was taking control of her health. After completing the exam, Dr. Jacobs sat back and offered her a reassuring smile. “You did wonderfully, Lisa. I have some initial thoughts on your condition, but let’s discuss the next steps and what we can do to help you regain control.” Lisa nodded, feeling a mix of relief and anticipation as she adjusted the gown around her. The exam was over, and now it was time to focus on the path forward. Dr. Jacobs explained, “From what I can see, there doesn’t seem to be any severe weakness or prolapse, which is a positive sign. I’d recommend starting with pelvic floor exercises and bladder training to help manage the symptoms. We can also discuss medications if needed, but let’s start with these lifestyle changes first.” Dr. Jacobs pulled out a prescription pad and started writing something down. "I'm also going to prescribe you a laxative to help with the constipation. On your summary sheet, you'll see some resources on how to do proper Kegel exercises. Even though your pelvic floor seems fine, strengthening it will help when those urges hit." Lisa listened intently. This was the moment she had been waiting for—something, anything, to help with the accidents she'd been experiencing. "We should also schedule a follow-up appointment for next week. The lab work on the urine sample can take 72 or more hours to process; we need to run a test to check for any kind of bacteria or fungi to see if there is an infection." Lisa was visibly deflated at that comment. She knew there wouldn't be a quick fix, but waiting another week was torture. She was having a hard enough time as it was. "Do you have any questions?" Dr. Jacobs finally stopped for a moment, giving Lisa a chance to catch up. "Um... yeah. You made mention of bladder training. What is that?" Lisa hadn't even known kegel exercising was a thing or that holding her pee involved her pelvic floor. Everything seemed so new. "Bladder training involves setting a regular schedule for bathroom visits and gradually increasing the time between trips. This can help improve control over the bladder." Dr. Jacobs explained it so simply, but all Lisa heard was potty training like some little kid. "You should also keep a log to keep track of each time you use the bathroom and how often you go. It'll help us in narrowing down the issue." Lisa blushed with embarrassment. If setting a potty schedule wasn't bad enough, now she was instructed to have basically a potty chart. At least he wasn't using those kinds of terms. "Um.. okay. That makes sense. Can I do anything to stop the... accidents... in the meantime?" Lisa hoped he could at least give her some hope. "Not until we know what the underlying issue is. In the meantime, wearing protective garments could be beneficial. They have some that are more discreet than the ones you were wearing if that helps." Lisa glanced back at her clothes piled up and the inside-out pull-up sitting on top. Why didn't she just get normal ones? Why did her mom have to get such girly ones meant for kids? Lisa left the doctor's office with her prescription that needed to be filled, a mountain of paperwork to review and read. Still worried out of her mind that none of this would prove to be helpful. Waiting for her ride, she couldn’t help but mutter a small simple wish. "I really wish this stuff works." she felt a small tear forming in her eyes as the stress of the whole situation continued to weigh on her.