The squeezing of my hands compressed the sponge filler of the pants and I began to drip all over the floor. I couldn’t control myself! I sank down in front of the mirror and wept in shame at what I had become. A few minutes later my colleague came in and found me in a sobbing, sopping heap on the floor. She took me into the nursery and undressed me, then wiped me off with a baby wipe and put me in a clean pair of training pants. I was mortified!

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