It had been weeks since Kisshot was confined to the abandoned cram school in a child’s body. She spent her time quietly pacing the building looking for ways to entertain herself pondering what was taking her new servant so long to return.

The silence of the brutalist architecture was perforated by the sound of diaper tapes haphazardly being peeled off, punctuated by a wet slap as the drenched padding hit the concrete floor, where it was left among others through the structure, open, wet and disregarded. This was the norm for Kisshot since she had been regressed and confined to the abandoned building. She needn’t worry about folding her diapers or disposing of them properly now that she had a new servant to do it for her. As such whenever she fancied a change or became too soaked for comfort or began leaking she would unceremoniously un-tape her diaper letting it fall where she stood. Occasionally being stubborn she would try to maintain an overly saturated diaper walking with one hand pulling the garment up while she walked to prevent it from falling off her hips, the diaper with the added pressure of being forced up against her thighs and crotch would leak leaving a trail as she walked. Determined to maintain the now useless padding for one more wetting so she could explore a little longer. When she eventually did wet the over capacity diaper again, the padding would refuse to contain any of her pee, soaking straight through the padding raining down onto the ground on a puddle, as Kisshot held both hands on the diapers waistband the whole time to keep it on her petite waist. Afterwards Kisshot growing tired of holding the useless diaper up would let the garment slide down her legs simply stepping out of the diaper and begin to head back to her room.

Thus, the building was littered with used diapers everywhere imaginable, wet diapers were scatter on the staircase as Kisshot would stop between steps l, utilize her diaper one last time, and pop the tapes off letting the drenched garment flop onto the staircase. Even in the seats of the auditorium where she would sit wetting herself one last time in a chair and untapped the diaper before standing up leaving it in the chair, soaked. The only room spared was Kisshot's room , where a small pile of padding, the only diapers that were folded properly laid neatly placed outside the door. As she desired not to have any mess in her room and keep it sanitary and pristine.

Given that her supply of diapers was kept her room, Kisshot ran into difficulty occasionally with making it back in time to put on dry padding before she became desperate again. Occasionally stopping diaperless to slightly spread her legs and relieve herself on the way back to her stock. Often time she would pee directly in the middle of a hallway using it as a bathroom, only to walk around her puddle when she ventured back out, re-padded. It was a small inconvenience she preferred to avoid.

Fortunately this time she had removed her protection a manageable distance from her supply of diapers, and started her journey back as she had done many times.

About half way back Kisshot felt a familiar feeling she had felt many times, her inability to gauge how much she needed to go was an unfortunate side effect from her drastic change in figure. This resulted in her not knowing she was about to wet herself until the moment was shortly upon her. Kisshot knew she had about 5 minutes until she would wet herself, and if she couldn’t make it to her diapers in time she was going to wet on the floor again. She was already within sight of her doorway, and elected not to leave a puddle near it.

By the time she had made it to her diapers in her room Kisshot has a hand pressed firmly between her thighs and was on the verge of peeing. When she removed her hand to grab a diaper from the pack she felt a dribble of urine eek out. Kisshot gasped, she preferred not to have any of her soaked diapers or accidents in her room, wanting to keep it clean, and began to panic at the thought of a puddle of urine on her floor. Her diapers were in the corner opposite the door, and gauging how desperate and leaky she was already Kisshot knew she wouldn’t make it out of her room in time to piddle on the floor in the hallway like a pseudo restroom. She cursed herself for not relieving herself in the hallway before. She had used the floor of the structure as a toilet plenty of times before.

She panicked and unfolded the diaper on the ground and sat in the middle of the padding, immediately she started to soak the diaper uncontrollably, her urine saturating the flat padding. The yellow stain growing rapidly as the pristine white padding soaked up her piddle. A pool started to form as the diaper could not keep up with her accident edging dangerously to the side coming closer to spilling off onto her bedroom floor. Resolute in keeping her room sanitary Kisshot hastily pulled up the left side of the diaper and fastened one of the two tapes on the left side, shifting her weight to that side so the guard would contain the growing pool of urine. The other side followed shortly after, and once both top tapes were secure she fastened the bottom tapes. Wetting herself involuntarily the whole time. She continued to wet herself as she breathed a sigh of relief knowing her diaper would contain the rest of her accident. She slid a hand down to the front of the garment and felt as the warmth spread through, and watched as the wetness indicators disappeared all the way to the waistband. Every part of her encompassed by the diaper felt damp and warm. She moved sided to side squishing the padding and eliciting noised from the soaked padding. A familiar weight and mass between her thighs she stood up.

After the ordeal she stood up, grabbing her diaper by the waistband and pulling it up forcing the damp padding to release a small puddle of urine only to reabsorb it when she let go to march out into the maze of corridors she called a home.