The more time that passed, the more Jessica took for granted. Whenever she was at the Roberts watching Amanda, she was almost exclusively wearing just her t-shirt and a diaper until roughly fifteen minutes before the Roberts came home. While there, she messed herself just about once daily. Everything was going just fine until one evening a month after she’d started wearing twenty-four seven.
Lying down on her bed, she closed her eyes and relaxed completely. As warm urine found its way along the familiar path into her thirsty diaper, Jessica drifted off to sleep. The camera craned in from the sky down through her bedroom window to reveal Jessica sleeping soundly on her bed, uncovered, wearing a bra and a diaper, sucking happily on her Minnie Mouse pacifier. It was early morning, probably seven a.m.
