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Katie scowled. The point of her “accident” earlier had been for a little attention. She hadn’t pee-peed since the park, either, but Mommy didn’t even think to ask if she needed to go now.

John looked thoughtful. “She is still small, we should expect accidents every now and then. She was probably just excited, we haven’t gotten them out of the house much.”

John noticed Katie’s change of clothes, but didn’t comment on it until Sarah settled the toddlers on the couch to rest and watch TV for a little while before dinner. “What happened, did Katie have an accident?” He asked when Sarah returned to the kitchen.

“Finished!” Katie announced a few minutes later.

“Hurry,” Katie pleaded. She managed to hold it until they reached the bathrooms. Her bottom started pushing by itself as the little girl hurriedly pushed her panties down and scrambled into the toilet, but her panties were clean.

Katie considered this and reached for her mommy, squeezing her little bottom in. Her poop was wanting to come out.

Katie shook her head, still unsure of what she wanted to do.

As was usual for the afternoon, it was only about an hour before Katie started to feel the need to poop. She wasn't sure about the park bathroom, so she ignored it, although pooping in her panties hadn't been something she'd planned on. She did remember how Daddy had taken care of her the day she'd pooped in her pants and how Mommy had coddled Tommy the night before when he did the same, so she was a little tempted to do it. As her discomfort grew, she knew she had to make a decision fast. She wiggled a little bit as she climbed up one of the play structures, trying to ease the discomfort in her tummy.

Katie relaxed a little and pushed her pee-pee out instead of letting it flow out by itself, wanting her accident to be over as quickly as possible. Even though she'd wanted it to happen, she hated the feeling of losing control and going in her pants. "I sorry, Mommy," she sniffled.

"Mommy," Katie whimpered. Even though her impending "accident" was planned, and she would've deliberately wet her panties before they got to the potty even if she could still hold it, tears filled her eyes when she felt her muscles holding in her pee-pee start to loosen and let a trickle out. "It's 'bout to come out, I can't hold it," she sobbed. The little girl froze in place and squeezed her legs together on instinct. She bounced and squeezed herself as hard as she could, but her pee-pee was slipping out in a slow stream that she couldn't hold back. Her pee-pee slowly quickened, and she cried as she felt it soak her panties, run down her legs, and splatter against the sidewalk.

Katie didn't like that one bit. All of the juice and water she had after her nap was catching up to her, and by the time they were approaching the entrance to the park, she felt like her pee-pee was going to come out any second. "Mommy, I have to pee-pee," she whined. She pressed her hand to her crotch as they walked, feeling her pee-pee pulsing against her little bladder and trying to come out.

Katie shook her head, as well. She hadn't been since before her nap and needed to go pretty badly by now, but she wanted to pee-pee in her panties so Mommy would clean her up and take care of her.

Katie woke up soon after Tommy, and a plan started forming in her mind when she heard Daddy say he needed to to some work that afternoon and suggested that Mommy take them to the park. She downed her juice and handed her sippy cup to John. "More," she requested. "My goodness, you're a thirsty girl," he commented, giving her water this time.

Katie watched their exchange, again growing jealous of all the attention Tommy got just because he couldn't use the stupid potty. She wished Mommy and Daddy would ask her if she had to go potty a lot and check her pants for accidents. John carried Tommy to his room, laid him on his bed, and removed his shorts and wet pull-up and undies. After wiping him with a wet wipe, he slipped a fresh pull-up on him. "This will make your bottom feel cold if you go pee-pee in it," he warned the toddler. "That won't feel too good, so try to tell Mommy or Daddy next time you need the potty, okay?"

"Did you already go pee-pee?" John asked gently, as he pressed his hand to the front of his pull-up. "You're wet, honey, let's go change." He lifted the little boy into his arms.

John noticed him shifting and figured he either needed the toilet or was already wet. He knelt beside the toddler and stroked his hand through his hair. "Hey, buddy, do you have to potty?"

Katie lay back, feeling very cared for as her mommy gently removed her sodden pull-up and got her all clean. John woke up and guessed that Sarah's absence beside him in bed meant that the kids were up, so he got up and found them in Katie's room. He rolled up the wet pull-up on her bed and folded her nightgown to wear again that night after making sure her pull-up hadn't leaked onto it at all. Katie was dressed in a long-sleeved, casual dress by then, so they all four went to the kitchen for breakfast.

Katie heard Sarah and Tommy coming down the hall, so she waited until they were in her room to open her eyes and sit up, not wanting Mommy to know she was already awake.

The next morning, Katie was excited when she woke up on her own and not because she was wet. She cautiously felt around her, but her sheets and pjs were still dry. She pressed her hand to her crotch just to make sure, and that’s when she remembered that Daddy had let her sleep in a pull-up. She pressed the padding against herself, but she still felt dry. Her first instinct was to run and tell Mommy and Daddy she had made it through the night without wetting, but then she remembered that Daddy had said she’d have to sleep in panties again when she stopped having accidents. She liked the way the soft padding felt against her and liked the thought of Mommy or Daddy changing her out of a wet pull-up and cleaning her up like she’d seen them do with Tommy. After not going pee-pee all night, she had to go pretty badly now, and she instinctively shoved her hand into her padded crotch and squeezed her legs together when her little bladder spasmed. The strong urge lessened after a few seconds, but she still needed to get to the potty soon if she didn’t want to go potty in her pull-up. She could still probably hold on for a few more minutes, but she didn’t really want to. She sat up in bed and looked down at the light bulge under her pajama pants, trying to decide what to do. The act of sitting up had jarred her bladder, and she had to squeeze in her bottom and grab herself again until the wave of urgency passed. It felt wrong to pee-pee in her pants when she could still make it to the potty, but her overwhelming desire to wet her pull-up took over. A far-away look came over the little girl’s face as she struggled to get the floodgates going. She had to go badly at this point, but her body still struggled to voluntarily let go since she wasn’t on the potty. After closing her eyes and concentrating, she was finally rewarded with a low hiss as her bladder muscles relaxed and wet warmth spread through her pull-up. She’d had accidents in her pants while she was awake before, but they had always been when she couldn’t hold it anymore and didn’t make it to the potty in time. She’d never pee-peed in her pants on purpose. Accidents at the orphanage had also resulted in having yucky, wet, and cold pants, as they hadn’t had the luxury of training pants for toddlers and took them out of daytime diapers at two, but her pajama pants stayed dry and her wet pull-up stayed warm as it absorbed her “accident.” She didn’t really remember being in diapers except at night, and while she’d accidentally wet them a few times before the orphanage took them away from her at night, it had always happened while she was asleep. Wetting her pants without actually getting wet was a new sensation for her, as she didn’t remember the days before she was potty-trained, and she liked it. She lay back down in case Mommy or Daddy woke up, not wanting them to know that her wet pull-up wasn’t really an accident.

John shrugged. “Well, I was thinking that we all need a full night’s sleep without having to get up and deal with a wet bed and child, and maybe not having the stress of worrying about waking up in a wet bed will help her stay dry...But, yeah. I’m a pushover, too. I couldn’t resist her.”

John nodded. “She got upset about wearing panties to bed, afraid she was going to wet the bed, so I let her sleep in a pull-up,” he admitted.

John gave Katie a sympathetic look. “Sweetheart, we don’t mind that you have accidents. I’m sure you’ll start waking up dry again once you’re used to living with us. You know Mommy or I will help you if you wet the bed and won’t get mad. We still had accidents when we were your age, too. It happens.” Katie shook her head, wishing she could sleep in a diaper, like Tommy. Or even a pull-up. John sighed. He hated seeing Katie so upset, and they could all use a night of sleep without the interruption of a middle-of-the-night accident. “All right, honey. I think we did buy some pull-ups for you in case you ever get sick, since you would be more likely to wet the bed then. You can sleep in them until you wake up dry a few times.” He found a pack in the back of her closet and helped her into a pair of Cinderella nighttime pull-ups. “You still need to try to keep these dry, okay? You can call out for one of us if you wake up and need to go potty, or your night-light and the bathroom light will both be on so you can go by yourself.” He tucked Katie in and lay down beside her until she was asleep before finding Sarah on the back porch.

Katie slipped a finger into her mouth and looked dejectedly at the floor when John held open a pair of panties for her to step into, not moving. “What’s wrong?” John asked. Katie’s big brown eyes filled with tears. “Don’t wanna potty in my bed,” she whispered.

When they got home, John started a bath for the kids and got them undressed. Once they were dry, he made sure Katie went pee-pee before taking her to her room to get dressed for bed.

Hannah recognized the poop crouch and the unpleasant odor immediately. She and Spencer both still occasionally had poop accidents, and she easily recognized when one was in progress. “Ewww, Aunt Sarah! Tommy’s going poo-poo in his pants!” She called loudly in the direction of the kitchen.