Oops

Chapter 1

•Samantha's pov•
"Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!" The crowd chanted while I chugged a pint of beer. It was me and my boyfriend, Josh, anniversary and we had went to a bar with all his friends. None of my friends were there because they didn't like josh. They said he was too controlling, but I don't need them!  Josh was looking at me fondly with his hand around my waist. I was conscious of a twinge in my bladder but I didn't want to go now. It would look awkward. I leaned over to kiss Josh, smiling that I had the hottest boyfriend in the world, He kissed me back with his body pressed against mine. He whispered in my ear, "How about we go somewhere a bit quieter?" I nodded and let him lead me out the door into the back seats of his car. It was an old beat up thing that he got real cheap. He was saving up for a better one but he made do with what he had. I climbed in, trying not to jostle my bladder too much, and sat down close to him in the back seats I had already gave him my anniversary gift. It was a watch engraved with his name. He hadn't give me his gift yet but he was holding a ring box. "Sam, I wanna spend the rest of my life with you. I got you this ring to prove it." He said nervously blushing. I smiled at him reassuringly, trying to look like I didn't need to pee. "It's not a wedding ring." He said hastily making sure I didn't get the wrong idea. I took the ring box from him and inside was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It was made of thin gold wire intertwined into a heart with a ruby in the middle. I was almost in tears. I threw my arms around his neck and he hugged me back. This might actually be the best day ever. I moved onto his lap a bit more to kiss him when I felt a warmth in my pants. It was spreading onto the car seats and onto his lap. He looked down at the puddle disappointedly and then lifted his head to look at me kindly. I was actually crying but not from happiness this time. I had peed all over my boyfriends lap. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened. This was the tenth time this month. It had happened twice at parties, once in a restaurant. 2 times in class. Once at a test. Once at Walmart. Once at the movies and once at home with him. I had lost count of all the times it had happened when I was alone or when I was asleep. I wet the bed almost every night. Josh didn't know that though. He only knew about the ten times it happened in public or when I had witnesses. "Babe this is the tenth time..." He said kindly. "I think you know what that means." I nodded defeatedly. I knew it meant diapers. He had told me on my 3rd time that if it happened 7 more times he would diaper me. "Come on. Let's go home and get you cleaned up." He climbed into the front seat and drove us home in silence.