During Amy's afternoon TV marathon, she felt another build up of pressure in her bladder. Her bladder seemed to pick a bit of an unfavorable time as Amy is in the middle of one of her favorite episodes.
"Uh oh, it looks like nature is calling me to the bathroom again." she sarcastically thought. "She's demanding that I take her call with the potty, again. But, I'm in the middle of my favorite episode of one of my favorite shows. Oh, what to do? I can't just wait for the commercial break, it's too far away. Looks like I'll have to answer." Amy smiles smugly. "Oh wait, I don't have to. She can take a message."
Amy relaxed her bladder; dampening her diaper more. Her urine soaked more of her padding; reaching towards the back end of her diaper and inflating the diaper to great size. The remaining hearts fated completely. Amy admired her continuous yellow work, rubbing the front of her diaper.
"You are such a pants wetter." Amy thought, playfully teasing herself. "You can fool everyone else that you're a grown up with your clothes, manners, figure and bosom. But, you can't fool yourself. You're just a big baby. A big, bottle drinking, binky sucking, tinkle making, diaper fudging, crybaby. At least you're a cute one."
Amy's TV show eventually took a commercial break. She rose from her couch to get a drink. She entered the kitchen and walked towards the fridge. She removed the milk jug from the fridge, removed a clean baby bottle from a nearby pantry, removed her pacifier to put to the side, and poured and sealed her a baby bottle full of milk. She pressed the bottle's nipple into her mouth; her mouth pilfering the cold milk inside. She gazed at her used diaper once more.
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