The moment I realized that squeezing my butt cheeks together didn’t matter anymore. There was no holding it back now. I froze, caught between choices: run to the bathroom and go the rest in the potty, or just let it happen in my pull-up. That’s what Mommy always said they were for, anyway.
But it had been so long since she’d checked me and found that. I didn’t want to disappoint her. I didn’t want to admit I couldn’t control myself. I hesitated too long. Another wave pushed through me, stronger, and I felt more slipping out despite my weak attempt to clench. My knees bent on their own, my hands flying to my stomach.
I can't stop it. The realization hit all at once—hot, humiliating, final. My body had already decided. I crawled onto my chair, squatted instinctively, and pushed, a helpless sound leaving me as I felt the pull-up grow heavier beneath me.
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