Burst Pipes!

Not bothering to knock, Maggie's step mother waltzed into her room, watching the girl grind against the bed, only stopping after hearing her loud footsteps. Looking up with a bit of shock and fear in her eyes, Maggie's step mother calmed her nerves.

"Don't worry Mag, remember, it's the old you that was a stuffy egghead. How'd your little session go?"

"Amazing, I haven't came like that in, forever really." Margaret attempted to say, realizing the pacifier muted her. Her stepmother took it out nicely, putting it around her neck. She repeated what she meant to say.

"I'm happy for you Maggie. I bet it felt good to say 'Fuck You!' to all those silly little parts of your brain that think you shouldn't enjoy life." Her stepmother said, sitting on the edge of the bed with her, and handing her what she thought was a bottle of water, but she quickly realized was a plastic bottle filled with vodka.

Gulping it down, she coughed a bit, covering herself in the spittle from her mouth. Her stepmom patted her back, wiping her face with a towel, making sure not to clean up any of the crumbs or smeared chocolate.

"Take it slow. Here, I remember what my friends and I used to do to get used to chugging our ****." Taking the bottle back, she headed over to the toy chest in the room, taking a baby bottle from it and pouring the contents into it. Margaret was skeptical, but began to suckle on the bottle like her life depended on it. The vodka was gone in seconds.

"You go girl! Now, I have a very serious question for your Margaret." Her stepmother said, putting on a serious demeanor.

"Yes?" Margaret asked, her brain pulled in a million different directions, some horny, some wanting ****, others wanting food, still others wanting colorful cartoons. She tried her best to be serious.

"So..." Her stepmother's serious demeanor cracked. "I'm just messing with you sweetie, I don't have anything serious to discuss."

"You had me for a second!"

"I did? I knew it!"

Both women giggled, and went down the steps, joking with one another. Margaret ended up back on the floor, her baby bottle refilled frequently, and taking sips between toking and talking. While they were talking, Margaret felt her bladder begin to stir, and she tried to hobble her way up.

"What's wrong Maggie, hungry?" Her stepmother asked.

"I need the bathroom, bad. Pee." Margaret said, dazed and having to use all her willpower to not wet herself.

"Wait, wait, do the potty dance you did in the elevator. It'll be hilarious!" Her stepmother said, the suggestion slipping into Margaret's mind easily. She laughed herself, and tried her best to replicate it. Dancing side to side, back and forth, up and down. Her bladder began to weak, and she felt her mitted hands dive between her legs, unsteady from the laughter and substances.

"I gotta goooooo." Margaret said, moaning in pain.

"Actually, a plumber just came by. Our water is off for the next hour or so. Stupid fucking company burst a pipe!" Her stepmother said, thinking. "You wait here, I have just the idea!"

Margaret bounced back and forth, holding her bladder as best she might, and remembering what had happened on that fateful day. Her stepmother was back with a small plastic thing.

"Sit on this thing. Sorry, it's the best we've got until those idiots fix the plumbing." She laid it down in front of Margaret, who realized it was a plastic potty a child might use.

"You're a genius!" Sitting down on it, Margaret wrapped her legs around it, immediately feeling the relief of emptying her bladder. Instead of making it into the toilet, it filled the diaper, making all the butterflies disappear. Once she was done, Margaret realized to her horror she had used the diaper again.

"Shit! I didn't wanna go pee in a diaper again..." She muttered.

"No, you're the genius Magpie. You already had wet, and there was no point in making me do all the work of cleaning that potty up. See, that's streets smarts." Her stepmother said, making a warm feeling burn in Margaret's heart, who bounded over to hug her.

"Really? You aren't mad at me for using the diaper?" Margaret asked.

"Hell no! Listen, get out of your head and let me help you relax. You did the right thing using your diaper. Now, we need to...."