Still just wet.

Kylee, startled awake by Michael, quickly popped out of bed and shoved her saliva covered hand to her ass. She looked down, and, to her horror, the pull up she was wearing was heavily dangling between her hips that told her it was full to the brim. However, Kylee let out a sigh of relief when she felt her hand rub the training pants into her ass and only feel wet padding not poop.

"Thank god!" Kylee said with a sigh of relief.

"Thank God?" Michael questioned Kylee, "I just woke up to you humping my leg and sucking your thumb, which was cute at first, then you started moaning, 'No! Stop!' I can't!' and I got really worried for you."

"Oh, yeah, um, I just had a bad dream, I'm alright," Kylee said unconvincingly, as she poked at her very-well used diaper.

"Did we really have sex while I was wearing this thing or was that part of the dream too?" Kylee asked.

"Oh, that wasn't a dream, Little Miss Pissy Pants," Michael said mockingly as he walked over to comfort Kylee.

Kylee shied away from his touch. "Please, love, please don't call me that. I am so embarrassed," Kylee said, blushing at the new nickname and thinking back to her dream. "I feel so itchy and disgusting, I just want to get out of this thing and take a shower."

"Alright," says Michael, somewhat defeated and angry at himself for angering his wife, "how about you get cleaned up while I take care of the bed."

"Take care of the bed?" Kylee said as she looked down at the sheets where she fell asleep. Right where her pull up would have been was a big wet spot. Kylee's cheeks reddened for the hundredth time that day.

"Good idea, thank you," were the only words Kylee could muster before running into the bathroom in shame, shutting the door, and letting her pull up fall to the floor with a wet thud.

Kylee turned on the shower, climbed in, and cried as she aggressively washed her body. **What the fuck is wrong with me?** She thought to herself.