Josephine took some convincing, but she had no real argument. One day she had confronted Josephine with a pack of pull-ups. Her closest friend, Niamh, was miraculously the only person who knew about her incontinence. At this point, even when she needed a poop she had to be quick to make it to the toilet. The accidents got more and more intense as time went on her wettings became heavier and more and more of her clothes became ruined. Her first official “accident” occurred at a party. Josephine didn't think any further than it was just a bit of leakage, but it soon got worse. When it had started a couple of months back, there was just the odd trickle that escaped her bladder. Her incontinence was growing worse by the day. She tried to fight it, she really did, but it just wouldn't stop coming. SPLORCH! Suddenly, Josephine winced as a portion of poop snaked into her pink, patterned pull-up. What could go wrong? She had almost forgotten how it felt to go to the bathroom on the toilet. Only a few strides to go, she told herself. Her cushy pull-up between her legs wasn't going to be put to use, she persuaded herself. She was only seconds away from making it to the bathroom. *Just a lone story containing a couple of my OC's.
