Once her bladder was empty, she put her pajama pants on over the swollen diaper (and took a moment to admire the baseball-sized wet patch around the crotch) and went back upstairs, this time remembering to take the package of diapers and booster pads with her, and crawled back into bed with her sopping diaper still on. When she lay down, it squelched and some more pee leaked out, soaking into her clothes and sheets. She made a mental note to wash the sheets (and probably mattress pad) tomorrow, and buy a mattress protector soon, before falling back asleep.
The next morning, she got out of bed, and admired the pale yellow wet patch on the sheets around her butt that had formed in the night from the leaky diaper, before heading to the bathroom to shower. Once clean, she put on a fresh diaper, this time also inserting a booster pad into it, and her clothes, which today were black slacks and a pale green button-down. She quickly ate and made her usual morning cup of coffee, which she drank on the way to work.
Once there, most of her attention was on doing her job, but she did make sure she was drinking enough water and periodically peed into her diaper. By lunchtime, it was decidedly wet and heavy, but Alice decided to see just how much pee it could absorb before it overflowed. Every time she let out a stream of urine she would check the crotch of her pants for any wetness. About an hour later she finally felt her pants grow warm and damp around the inside leg holes of her diaper. She made sure the wet spot wasn't visible, then picked up her purse (which had a dry diaper, booster pad, and clean panties inside) and carefully made her way to Jen's bathroom. Once inside, she took off the now-yellowy, waterlogged diaper and cleaned herself off a bit. She thought about putting on a fresh diaper, but then she had a better idea, and instead just put on the clean underwear (sky blue cotton boyshorts) and her pants, taking a few seconds to run her fingers over the wetness.
She kept drinking water throughout the afternoon but did not visit the restroom or relieve herself in her pants, so by the end of the workday her bladder was uncomfortably full, and her bowels were starting to complain as well. As she made her way to her car (Jen wasn't in today, otherwise Alice would have gone to her office), she was forced to stop a few times and hold herself, though fortunately not when anyone else was around. By the time she had gotten into her car, the crotch of her slacks was freshly damp, but she found it was easier to keep control when she was sitting. Still, she was only a few minutes into her drive home before she spurted again. She managed to stop the flow, but not for very long. After a few minutes of progressively longer leaks and shorter stops, by which time her crotch, butt and upper thighs were quite wet, she lost any semblance of control and the rest of her pee flowed out uninterrupted, until her bladder was entirely empty and she was sitting in a puddle of pee. Alice had never been so glad for vinyl car seats.
Although her bladder no longer needed release, the same could not be said for her bowels. In fact, emptying her bladder seemed to have convinced them that they should do the same. Sitting provided enough pressure to prevent them from doing so at the moment, but Alice was unsure that would remain true for the rest of her drive, and even less convinced that, once home, she could stand up while exiting the car without filling her panties. Alice smiled at the thought.
When Alice pulled into her driveway she was still in control of her bowels, at least mostly – she did suspect that if she were able to inspect the inside of her panties, she would find some brown skid marks. She even managed to get out of the car and start walking towards her front door without voiding. About halfway up her sidewalk, however, she couldn't hold her load in anymore and started filling her panties. She felt the first log start to slide out and tent her pants slightly before getting squished. At this point she gave up and stopped walking, instead bending over slightly and holding her midriff. A second log quickly followed the first, and her panties started to sag under the weight. With minimal effort she pushed out the last of her load and then started walking towards her house again, glad that her yard was surrounded by high enough hedges that no one could have seen what she'd just done.
Once inside, she headed straight to the bathroom, where she took off all her clothing except her wet, messy, and stained boyshorts, and stood in front of the mirror. In front, there was a sizable wet patch spreading from between her thighs up to around where her pubic hair started. She turned, and saw that in the back her panties were wet almost all the way up to the waistband. Even more noticeable, however, was the bulge of poop in the seat of her underwear, and the way they sagged under the weight.
While looking at herself in the mirror, Alice reflected on the last two days. She'd wet and messed herself multiple times since being called into Jen's office yesterday – in fact, she hadn't gone in a toilet since then – and almost all of those events were intentional, and all were enjoyable! She'd loved every time she felt mounting desperation, every time her diaper or pants grew wet with her own urine, every time her panties had sagged with the weight of her own poop. Even now, standing in wet and now cold underwear, with a heavy and admittedly smelly load, she regretted none of it, and looked forward to the next time she could have an "accident."
