If wetting yourself felt like a nightmare, it was nothing compared to this. There was nothing you could do to stop it from happening, at first you clawed desperately at your diaper, feeling completely useless even if you were kidnapped and in a strange giant nursery because how on earth couldn't you, a teenager beat a stupid diaper? When the cramps got so intense the outcome was inevitable you tried to fix your position in the oversized training potty, believing that maybe if you sit just right the diaper would suddenly come off or something. But it was all wishful thinking and you just started to mess your diaper instead.
Every single time something filled the back of your diaper you were hit by a wave of intense humiliation, far worse than the few times you were embarrassed in school in front of friends or classmates. It was just unheard of, to be so powerless that you were trapped with a diaper and had no option but to mess yourself, not even being able to take it off and take the dump in the middle of the nursery as your rebellious teenage spirit originally wanted to. When the cramps finally stopped and you felt the added weight and.. smushy sensation on your poor butt you got up from the oversized potty by instinct and got teary eyed the moment the smell reached your nose, trying in vain to check the diaper all over and find some sort of opening that would allow you to take it out.. why were you so weak? not even with your nails scratching the surface were you able to find a dent that would allow you to get rid of this thing.
Beaten and humiliated you trudged back, with careful, wobbling steps, to the place where the strange paper was initially found. There was nothing else near, no sign that somebody would come and explain to you what this was all about or at least, as they promised, to take care of "an accident in your diapey". With nothing else to do and not wanting to stain anything with your mess or your smell you just laid there awkwardly on an all fours position and finally let it go, starting to cry, shout for help and for someone to tell you what was going on.
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