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Chapter 6

After she’d wet herself for a second time that day in front of the brick wall that had once

been an alley leading to Madame Zola’s store, Jessica had road her bike back home as fast as her

legs could take her, praying that she didn’t pass by anyone too slowly that they’d recognize that

her pants were wet.

She was dealing with a real witch?! One that had put a curse on her! And made her

addicted to the cutesie stuff in her bag? But why? What was the purpose, and why her? What had

she done?

She was thankful that the day was now Friday because she didn’t plan on leaving her

apartment at all this weekend. Once inside the door, she’d locked and double bolted it, her

breathing erratic from the heavy pedaling and from panic.

Jessica blushed like crazy as she begrudgingly took her third shower of the day, already

fearful that she may need a fourth or fifth before the day was up. As the warm water ran over her

she couldn’t help herself from playing over her encounter with Madame Zola for the hundredth

time in her head. Had she accidentally done something to offend her? She hadn’t meant to.

Perhaps witches played by somewhat different rules when it came to manners. And because of

it... she’d ended up cursed.

Once she’d gotten out of the shower she was very reluctant to do so, given that wearing

just one of them was probably what had caused her accidents, but Jessica soon slipped a new

pull-up up her legs. The garment felt just as soft as it had the night before. As embarrassing as

they were, and despite her thinking they were partly the cause of all this, she couldn’t deny how

comfy they felt deep down.

*****

The rest of Friday evening Jessica spent curled up on her couch, eating pizza for dinner

and then dessert directly out of the ice-cream container, unable to forget about the crinkling

garment hugging tight to her crotch, almost asking her to use it again. She’d done a few quick

Google searches for any sign of a Madame Zola, but hadn’t come up with much. A couple little

articles here and there from all over about nothing in particular; nothing that really got her

anywhere.

That night she went to sleep with worries and dreams about Madame Zola. She had

pushed her stuffed animals and blankie off the bed, not wanting to become even more addicted to

them, but at around 3a.m. they were back up and snuggling with her. She couldn’t get calm

enough without them. Perhaps she was already too far down the rabbit hole...

*****

The weekend was surprisingly calm and not too insane. She woke up both mornings in a

wet pull-up, but besides that she didn’t have any accidents whatsoever. She wasn’t sure what

caused the accidents to happen. Maybe they only did when she was in public, and would get

embarrassed by them. She found herself cursing out Madame Zola in her head.

Despite that though, something funny happened during the weekend on Saturday night.

Even though she didn’t really need to, she ended up spending the whole weekend in her pull-ups.

At first they felt weird, and were obviously much crinklier and louder than her normal

underwear, but before too long she’d almost forgotten she was wearing them. They were just

kinda... there.

The kicker though was when she was curled up like a burrito on her couch and watching

a movie. About an hour into it... she realized she needed to pee. She was thankful she was feeling

the need to go at all, unlike the two public accidents she’d had, but truthfully she found herself

really not wanting to get up from the couch.

The moment the words, ‘I don’t really have to,’ crossed through her mind, Jessica was

blushing bright red again. She peaked underneath the blanket and could see the waistband of the

pull-up she had on sticking out of the top of her pj-shorts. She felt silly for even having that

thought, a thought that no self-respecting college student nor future lawyer should have, and

yet...

Just this once, she told herself. And she only was because she was so comfy and she’d

had a long confusing week.

The girl closed her eyes, and snuggled as deeply into her pillow as she could, holding her

stuffed animal close. She took a gentle breath and opened her legs slightly as she let it go. It was

a gentle trickle, but constant. The warmth enveloped the space in between her legs and made the

padding poofy as it soaked it up and pressed against her. The young woman felt a little ashamed

to even think it but, it felt kinda nice. She knew it wouldn’t last too long before getting cold and

soggy, but right now her crotch felt warm and cozy and surprisingly nice; and the fact that she

hadn’t needed to get up was more comforting than she would have expected.

She nibbled a little on her bottom lip, her “accident” slowing down though part of her

wished it wasn’t, still very much enjoying the warmth rushing over that area.

Then, before her brain could catch up with her body’s senses... Jessica’s hand was

reaching down and gently squeezing and rubbing against the front of the pull-up.
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This story was written by Zander Chesney

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