“I lost control a little,” she admitted.
“A little?” he asked, “You’re wetter than the crew of an open deck yacht sailing the North Passage!”
“Close your legs, everybody can see your diaper!”
“I can’t!”
“You could when I put it on you.”
“That was four coffees ago.”
“I think I leaked,” she said.
“Leaked?” he exclaimed, “Last time I saw flooding like that 1200 people in Pakistan drowned.”
“I think you need a change,” he said.
“Why?”
“Because your diaper’s swollen so much your head’s touching the ceiling.”
“I’m not wet!” she protested.
He said nothing, just waded closer with a dry diaper held above his head.
As the urine dribbled down her leg she spoke, horror and accusation in her voice. “You told me this diaper could cope all day!”
“It can. Look, I haven’t leaked at all.”
He slid a finger into her rubber panties, breaking the seal with her leg.
“You’re wet,” he confirmed, then leaped backwards to avoid the splash as the panties emptied over the floor.
The numerous ways to notice one’s diaper is wet! LOL!