I’m in my apartment cleaning my bookshelves. I’m wearing a leopard print jumper, my shapely legs are bare, on my cute little feet I have on a snuggly pair of slipper boots, and I’m nice and comfortable in a tight fitting Pampers. I reach up and wipe along the top shelf with a cloth, which gives you a fantastic view of the back of my Pampers. It looks absolutely gorgeous, and as I move across the room, I adore the way it rustles and crackles. I stand on a chair so I can reach the higher spots more easily, and all of a sudden my bladder opens and a beautifully satisfying stream spills into my...

I’m in my apartment cleaning my bookshelves. I’m wearing a leopard print jumper, my shapely legs are bare, on my cute little feet I have on a snuggly pair of slipper boots, and I’m nice and comfortable in a tight fitting Pampers. I reach up and wipe along the top shelf with a cloth, which gives you a fantastic view of the back of my Pampers. It looks absolutely gorgeous, and as I move across the room, I adore the way it rustles and crackles. I stand on a chair so I can reach the higher spots more easily, and all of a sudden my bladder opens and a beautifully satisfying stream spills into my Pampers! I can feel my Pampers getting weightier, but I don’t stop what I’m doing and continue to clean my bookshelves as nature takes its course. But now that I’m nice and soggy, the rest of the cleaning is going to feel very squelchy indeed ;)