Her Assistant comes to help

It didn't take long for Stacy to arrive, thankfully, and her assistant pulled her into the bathroom for a bit of privacy. Shutting the door behind them, she stepped back a bit to get a better look at Christy's wet pants. "What happened? Are you alright?" The look of concern was fairly evident on her face after that question, it obviously wasn't normal for an adult to have an accident like that.

In this case, though, nothing had really seemed wrong. Christy had felt fine for most of the day and had just suddenly felt an intense urge to pee, one that didn't leave her enough time to wait for the bathroom to be free. It'd have been nice to be able to blame it all on an illness, but she'd never been a good liar and she had no other symptoms. All she could do was explain to Stacy what had happened. "I-I don't know what happened, I just felt a really strong urge to pee and before I could get into the bathroom I was... wetting my pants." She couldn't help but blush after that admission, feeling more and more childish by the second.

For her part, though, Stacy took a more reassuring tone after hearing Christy's explanation of the situation. "Well, don't worry about it too much. Accidents happen every once in a while, no big deal. Just, run home and grab some dry pants. It's almost naptime anyway so I should be able to handle things until you get back." She smiled, hoping to help calm down her friend in what was obviously a humiliating situation. Christy couldn't manage much of a response, merely giving her a nod and slipping back out to the door. She was eager to get out of her wet pants and forget this ever happened. Although, on the drive home she realized that was unlikely to happen. It would surely get around the daycare quickly and Stacy was her roommate so she was bound to find out eventually that it hadn't just been an isolated incident. She just hoped this would be the worst of it.

Even that wasn't to be, however. The rest of the day went off without much incident, but she found herself having more and more close calls as the week progressed. By Friday, she'd already wet her pants again and had two more close calls beyond that. The following week was even worse, with three accidents throughout the week and several close calls as well. By that point, she'd begun packing spare pants and underwear in her bag in the event of another accident.

Things started to get out of hand by the third week. She'd wet her pants every day by the time Stacy finally stepped in on Thursday, pulling her aside after helping her change out of another pair of wet pants. "Christy, I know this has to be humiliating for you and you can't really help it, but... I think you should really consider wearing a bit of protection. Just until all of this stops happening, it'd save a bit on clean up and, ya'know, save you a bit of embarrassment in front of all the kids."

It took a moment for Christy to really process what Stacy was suggesting, realizing really quickly what the implication was. "What do you mean 'protection'? Like diapers? I'm not wearing diapers, Stacy. I'm not a baby."

The almost immediate response from Stacy was a shake of her head at the sound of the word 'diaper', and she quickly spoke up once Christy had finished. "Not diapers, I know you're not a baby. They make... pull-ups, kinda, for adults. We could pick some of those up. They'd contain any accidents and keep your pants dry. Wouldn't that be better than what's happening now?"

As humiliating as it was to think about, Christy knew Stacy was right about this one. The 'they're not diapers, they're pull-ups' argument was something she'd used at times to help ease some of the kids that were potty training into the training pants they bought as opposed to letting them run around in regular underwear and potentially make a mess. She still considered them to be diapers, just thinner. Still, though, they would help keep her pants dry which would prevent the kids from seeing when she'd had an accident. That alone would help all of this be much less embarrassing until she could figure out what was going on and fix it.

After giving that thought a bit of consideration, Christy finally relented. "Alright, just... don't let the kids see you bringing them in or anything, okay?"

This compromise brought a smile to Stacy's face and she nodded at the request. "Of course, I'll make sure they don't see anything. I'll put them inside the hatch on the changing table and you can use that room to change whenever you need to."

With that, Stacy left Christy to watch over naptime while she went out to pick up the pull-ups. She managed to get back before naptime had ended, rushing the pull-ups she'd bought into the changing room where she hid them inside the changing table as promised. She opened the pack while she was in the room, pulling one of them out and setting it down on top of the changing table. She met Christy in the nap room afterward, "Alright, those are all put up. I left one out for you if you want to go change real quick, just in case."

Christy couldn't help but be a bit flustered at the gesture. She'd agreed to wear them, of course, but she'd hoped to wait until the next day. Still, it wouldn't be a terrible idea to put one on now. It was like Stacy said, just in case. "Alright. Gimme a sec." She slipped into the changing room, shutting the door behind her and pulling down her pants. She retrieved the pull-up off the changing table, looking it over a bit in her hands.

They were just plain white, only barely making a sound as she handled them. They were very standard for what most people would call an 'adult diaper', even if in this instance they had been sugarcoated as pull-ups to make her feel better about wearing them. After looking over the pull-up a bit more, she slipped off her panties and set them aside. She held the new pull-up down and then stepped into it, one leg at a time, before finally pulling it up between her legs and into place. It felt weird, thicker than her panties but not so thick that she'd be worried about anybody noticing.

She turned towards the mirror on the door, looking herself over now that she had the pull-up on. She was average sized for her age, leaning just slightly on the smaller side due to her light frame. Her bright blonde hair and light blue eyes were her most remarkable features, but right now the only thing she could focus on was the pull-up she was wearing. As much as she tried to convince herself it wasn't a diaper, seeing herself wearing it just made her feel childish. Before long she turned away, having had enough of seeing that embarrassing sight and instead pulling her pants back on to hide the pull-up from view. She put her socks and shoes back on and retrieved her panties before heading back to the door, taking a bit of a breath before opening it. She was terrified at this point, even though she knew they wouldn't be able to tell she was wearing the pull-up. She knew she was wearing one and that was enough.

As she stepped back out into the nap room, she found that most of the kids were just now waking up from their nap. Despite her observation in the changing room that the pull-up didn't actually make much noise, she couldn't help but be hyper aware of each faint rustle her new underwear made as she walked through the room. She passed several of the kids on her way as they stood up and stretched after their nap, but thankfully it didn't seem as though any of them had noticed her change in underwear. Before she reached the other side of the room, she was intercepted by Stacy. "Everything go alright with, ya'know...that?" She danced around the issue, not wanting to say too much in front of the kids.