Cassy stomped her paw and harumphed. “But I don’t WANT to wear a Pull-Up. I want to wear my panties!” she protested. The kangaroo girl was glaring up at her mother, her frustrated gaze betraying her otherwise cute appearance. Her pink dress fit her perfectly, and while no one could see them, her panties were a matching pink color. 
	Cassy’s mother sighed, and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Cassy, you know the rules.  You aren’t allowed to wear panties right away after you’ve been in diapers. You’ve already ruined one of your dresses this way, do you really want to ruin another one?” the older kangaroo woman asked. She was wearing a dress as well, though hers was a bright teal which paired well with her daughter’s pink dress. 
	“But I won’t have an accident this time!” Cassy protested. Her angry eyes turned into pleading eyes as she began to beg. She knew that her mother wouldn’t budge, though.  She knew the rules, after all. Cassy had made a spectacular scene at her sister’s sleep-over two nights ago. Her older sister, and her friends, were hogging the bathroom doing their make-up and Cassy wasn’t able to hold it.  She made a puddle outside of the door, and blamed it on her younger brother. The other girls at the sleepover believed her, and her sister begrudgingly let her much younger brother take the fall since he was also accident prone, but Cassy’s sister Elise knew the truth. Cassy was just as, if not more, accident prone than their brother Benji. Cassy begged her sister not to tell her mom that it was her, but Elise only covered for her until her friends were convinced it was Benji.  No one brought it up, once they thought it was Benji.  Benji, after all, had the excuse of being young enough that accidents were expected. 
But Cassy was well past the age of accidents being normal. Not so old that they were unusual, but as often as Cassy ruined her panties, it was definitely past the point of being even somewhat normal. So once Elise’s friends had left the next day, she revealed the truth that it was Cassy who had made the puddle. 
Cassy’s mom had already mostly assumed, and praised Elise for keeping her sister’s reputation in mind. She did scold her a little for hogging the bathroom for so long that Cassy couldn’t make it to the bathroom, but understood that she hadn’t done it on purpose. Similarly, she scolded Cassy for peeing on the floor, rather than using Benji’s training potty like she’d been told to do if she couldn’t make it, but couldn’t blame her entirely.  All in all, it was just another one of Cassy’s accidents, and it likely wouldn’t be the last. Sasha, the mother of the three, wouldn’t have set rules for Cassy in such a manner if it wasn’t a regular problem. 
So, with Cassy’s Friday night accident still fresh in mind, Sasha held firm. “You wet your panties on Friday, you were in diapers Saturday because of that, and that means Pull-Ups today. If you keep fussing, it’s another diaper instead of a Pull-Up. You pick,” Sasha said sternly. 
Cassy narrowed her eyes and gave her mother a grumpy stare.  She was very much her mother’s child.  Her mother was not one to back down, and held firm to her decisions. However, so did Cassy. But she knew that she wasn’t going to win this debate. She would not be wearing panties for the lunch outing with her family. But that didn’t mean she had to take it lying down. “Fine!” she said, spreading a smirk across her face.  “If I’m going to be wearing Pull-Ups because you don’t think I can keep my panties dry, then I might as well prove you right.”
Sasha drew in her breath, and glowered down at Cassy. “Cassy Anka, you’d better not do what I think you’re about to do,” she snipped. But she knew it was too late. She watched as Cassy squatted in front of her, grabbing the bottom of her dress and moving it out of the way, and quickly began peeing her panties on the floor right in front of her mom. Sasha couldn’t believe what she was seeing.  Cassy had never done this so openly in front of her. She knew that Cassy enjoyed going in her pants, and there was not much she could do about it other than make rules around it and keep up the guise that her “accidents” were actually accidents. But Cassy had never so brazenly wet herself intentionally like this. 
“Oops, I guess you were right mom,” Cassy jeered as she finished peeing.  She stood up, keeping her dress out of the way, and stood dripping in front of her mother. “I really do need a Pull-Up.”
Sasha was fuming. “Cassy Anka, I cannot believe you! We have tried being fair about your accidents, but this is ridiculous! You want to pee in your pants? Fine! But it won’t be in panties for a long time!” Sasha said angrily. “You’re going back to diapers until I think you can be trusted without them,” she said. 
Cassy gaped at her mom. “That’s not fair!” she finally said, after fully realizing what she’d said. “You can’t do that to me! I can’t wear those at school!” 
Sasha grabbed Cassy’s wrist, and began marching her toward her room. “That’s too bad! You should have thought about that before you showed me just how far you are from being ready for panties.  Honestly Cassy, peeing on the floor on purpose? What has gotten into you?” 
“It was only because you were going to make me wear a Pull-Up!” Cassy protested. 
“So you peed your panties? You know better than that, Cassy. We know that you have accidents sometimes and that’s fine. But going in your pants on purpose is not acceptable. Maybe spending some more time in diapers will make you think twice about going to the bathroom on yourself,” Sasha said. She pulled Cassy along, not roughly as Cassy was walking without a fuss, and eventually walked her into her room. She pulled her daughter’s dress off, and then pulled her panties down. She walked to the nearby closet and got one of Cassy’s diapers, and a sleeve of wipes. She quickly wiped down Cassy’s legs with the wipes, then wiped her daughter’s nethers with a clean wet wipe. She motioned for Cassy to lay down, and Cassy knew better than to fuss at this point. She’d played her hand, and realized it was the wrong move.  Not only was she not wearing panties, she wasn’t even going to be wearing a Pull-Up. She’d been demoted right back to diapers. It did make sense though, she had to admit to herself.  She knew that having an accident meant she had to wear a diaper for the rest of the day. She hadn’t thought through what she was doing, and was paying for it dearly.  She didn’t know just how long she’d be back in diapers, but she had a feeling it would be for quite a while longer than just the rest of the day. 
Sasha made quick work of diapering Cassy, and quickly dressed her in her pink dress. “You’re lucky we were ahead of schedule, otherwise we’d be late for lunch,” Sasha said, ushering Cassy out of her room.
“Wait, I’m still going to lunch? But I’m wearing a diaper!” Cassy protested.
“Get used to it,” Sasha said flatly.
“But!” Cassy started to say, but Sasha shot her a look that made her go quiet.
“If anyone sees it, or asks about it, I’ll explain that you have an upset stomach,” Sasha said, somewhat softer. 
Cassy frowned, and looked at the floor, then folded her arms. “What if I have to go to the bathroom?” 
“Then you’ll go in your diaper,” Sasha said with a shrug. “Seems like you had no problem doing it earlier.”
“But what if I have to…you know…” Cassy asked, her eyes widening. 
Sasha shrugged again. “You’ll go in your diaper,” she said.
Cassy was stunned. Her mother truly was not backing down from her threat. “But you usually help me with them at home!” 
“And I will, at home. You’re back to stage one of potty training. You ask me at home to help you go to the bathroom, and you go in your diapers when we’re out and about,” Sasha explained. 
Cassy was flabbergasted. “What about school!?” she asked desperately.
“You’ll go to the nurse’s office if you have to go. You know her well enough, after all,” the mother kangaroo explained, as though this was normal.
Cassy opened her mouth to protest, but was soon joined by Elise and her father. Her father, Orson, was holding Benji, who was dressed up in a casual but dressy outfit for a boy his age. Orson wore a slightly more upscale version of what Beji was wearing, and a big grin on his face. Elise was in a purple dress, much like the dress Cassy worse.
“We ready to go?” Orson asked, smiling at both Cassy and Sasha. He took note of the demeanor of his wife, and his youngest daughter, and his smile only dropped a little. He was used to Cassy and Sasha butting heads every now and then, but was completely unaware what their most recent spat was about. Until he took a step forward, and felt something squish under his foot. “Oh! Hey…is there a leak?” 
“Yes, that would be your daughter. I’m so sorry, I got so flustered I forgot to clean it up. I’ll go grab a towel,” Sasha said, quickly realizing she’d never bothered to clean Cassy’s puddle.  
Orson looked at Cassy with a sympathetic look, giving her a warm smile. “Aww don’t worry about it, kiddo. Accidents happen, right?”
“Another one? Really?” Elise asked, rolling her eyes. 
“We’ll talk about it later,” Sasha said, returning with two towel and a spray bottle. She dried up the piddle puddle with one towel, sprayed the area with some cleaning spray, and wiped up the spray with the second towel, then returned to the kitchen.
“Yikes, she must be in a mood. Don’t worry, I’ll soften her up for ya,” Orson said with a wink. 
“Mommy mad!” Bejji said with a giggle.
“That’s right buddy, and what do we do when Mommy is mad?” Orson asked. He turned to face his wife, who was returning from the kitchen.
“Cuddles!” Benji said excitedly, reaching out for his mom.
“Oh, that’s not fair. How can I stay grumpy when someone so handsome wants to cuddle?” Sasha said, warming up a bit as she took Benji into her arms.
“No time for us to cuddle, dear. Benji will have to do for now,” Orson teased, grinning at Sasha. 
Sasha rolled her eyes, and made her way out of the door, leading the family toward their minivan. 
Lunch came and passed quickly, and Cassy was able to hide her diapers from anyone who may have seen her. She’d wet herself during lunch, somewhat out of spite and somewhat because she actually did have to pee. But as they were driving home from lunch, a new growing need was rising in her stomach, and she squirmed in her seat. With her belly full of breakfast, and then lunch being added on top of that, her stomach was ready to make some room, and it was telling her more and more urgently as the drive stretched on. Her stomach growled and churned, and Cassy was growing more uncertain just how long she could hold it. She knew from past trips to their favorite Sunday lunch spot that there was at least another fifteen minutes left before she would be able to use the bathroom at home, and she wondered if she would be able to hold it that long. But as she had this thought, her stomach made the decision for her. 
Cassy gasped as she tried to escape the inevitable. Still sitting in a booster seat, rather than on the actual seat of the car like her sister, she was in the unfortunate position where she couldn’t squirm as effectively as she might have liked to. Her face burned hotly as she felt her messy accident begin. It was only a few loose bursts of soft mush at first, pushing out of her uncontrollably. She tried to maintain her composure as her mess pushed its way into her diaper, but as more and more mess pushed its way out of her she began to shake a little. She felt the warm mush working its way up the back of her diaper, and start to work its way up the front as well.
“Uh oh, Benji, did you make an oopsie?” Orson asked, sniffing at the air. He rolled down the windows of the van, and waved a paw in front of his nose.
“No!” Benji protested.
“Are you suuuure?” Orson asked.
“Big sister!” Benji said, pointing at Cassy.
Cassy froze in her seat, still filling her diaper despite her best efforts to stop. Ever time she tried to clench to stop, it only pushed more much into her already full diaper. 
“Yes, that’s your big sister,” Orson said, chuckling a little.
“Big sister stinky!” Beji said, still pointing.
“Nooo, I think a little joey made potties,” Orson said, speaking in a playful, babyish voice.
Sasha, however, turned to look at Cassy with a curious look on her face. When she saw Cassy squirming, and her clearly embarrassed face, her shoulders drooped. She couldn’t believe it. Cassy was no stranger to messy accidents, but she hadn’t expected her to fill her diaper. She kept quiet, and just said. “Maybe it’s just gas. Let’s just keep the windows down, and change the subject,” Sasha said, and turned up the radio.
Cassy did her best to hide her face, looking out the window as often as she could. She had finished messing her diaper, and felt it sticking warmly to her in the car seat. She hated that she was going to have to be changed by her mom, after pooping her pants, and was embarrassed that she’d done it in front of her big sister. But another reason she was hiding her face, was that she was trying to hide just how much she was enjoying the feeling. While Cassy was not the biggest fan of wearing diapers, something in her loved going to the bathroom in her pants. She preferred using her undies as her potty, and did so as often as she felt the urge, but diapers were not as fun to her. The feeling of warm pee running down her legs, and her panties drooping as she filled them with soft warm mush were just that much more appealing to her. But as she sat in her mess, trying to hide just how happy she was about it, she couldn’t deny that wearing diapers wasn’t the worst thing. 
Cassy took her time getting out of her car seat, letting Elise leave the van first, and then quickly made her escape. She watched as Orson checked Benji, and saw her father shrug as he discovered that Benji was in fact clean like he’d protested. Orson shot a curious look at Cassy, and Cassy froze. Orson winked, and said a simple “accidents happen,” and went inside. 
Sasha, however, waited outside for Cassy to pass by. “Cassy, please tell me that was an accident,” she said, keeping her voice quiet.
“It was…” Cassy admitted.
“Really? You couldn’t hold it til we got home?” Sasha asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
“I really couldn’t! I tried, but it started coming out and I couldn’t stop it. Then once I’d already gone a bit, well…there was no reason to try to keep holding it,” she explained.
Sasha sighed. “Well, it’s a good thing you were in a diaper then,” she said. 
Cassy’s shoulders drooped. “I’m really sorry mom. Not just for, um…pooping my pants…but also for peeing on the floor!” she apologized.
“I know hun. I know how much you don’t like your Pull-Ups or diapers, but you gotta work with me here. You’re a big girl now,” Sasha said. She rested a paw on her daughter’s shoulder.
“I know, but…sometimes I can’t help it!” Cassy said, looking pleadingly at her mom. 
“Sometimes?” Sasha asked curiously.  Something about the way Cassy had said that piqued her interest.  Sasha’s heart raced in her heart, as she wondered if her daughter had a secret. A shared secret.  
Sasha thought back on how her own fetish had started. A prank from her brothers, laxative brownies, had resulted in a ruined pair or shorts and panties and a lasting memory of her first orgasm. It had some on so suddenly and strongly as she filled her panties, that by the time she’d finished cumming she was only vaguely aware of what had gotten her off until she’d regained her senses. Years later, she had a daughter who was truly only potty trained when she seemed to want to be potty trained.  She was very careful to only have her own fun when she knew she could get away with it, and as her daughter stood in front of her with a full diaper, she wondered just how much like her mother she was. 
“Oh, uh, I mean I can’t help it when it happens. I just meant it happens sometimes!” Cassy tried to clarify. 
Sasha nodded, and reached her paw out to Cassy. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” Sasha said warmly. She gave Cassy a loving smile. Her frustration with her daughter’s acting out had taken a back seat. Her motherly instincts were still there, and she wondered if she’d maybe taken things too far in her anger. 
Cassy was led into her room, and watched as her mother shut the door behind them. She sat down on her bed, and felt her diaper squish under her. The feeling of her full diaper made her shiver, and she tried to hide this, but her mother was looking right at her as this happened. 
Sasha saw her daughter shiver as she sat on her bed, and her suspicions were deepened. Her daughter was not much younger than Sasha had been when she’d discovered that she liked the feeling of going to the bathroom in her pants.  She thought about all the times she’d shamefully done this in private, and how she’d wanted to be able to do it more openly. Cassy had been going in her pants regularly ever since she’d been out of diapers. Not so often that she couldn’t be trusted to keep her panties clean when she needed to, but there were definitely a lot more accidents during playtime than a girl her age would normally have. Sasha decided that it was about time she asked why that might be. She’d let it go for this long, unquestioned, because she had attributed it to Cassy simply getting distracted. Cassy was headstrong, and if she set out to complete a task, she would go at it with full force. Sasha was much the same. But her curiosity was too strong, and she decided to let it get the best of her.
“Sweety, can we talk?” Sasha asked, sitting next to her daughter. 
“Um, sure?” Cassy replied 
“So, I know you have problems getting to the bathroom on time. It’s okay, it happens. I’m not mad,” Sasha began.
“I’m sorry…” Cassy replied, apologizing anyway.
“We haven’t really talked about it though, have we? I know we have the rules set in place for when you have your accidents, but that’s really about as far as we’ve gone with it. But you’re getting to be a big girl now. You get bigger every day,” Sasha said warmly. 
“I’ll try harder, I promise!” Cassy said, facing her mother.
“That’s what I wanted to talk about. I’m sure you know most girls your age don’t get put back in diapers very often. But you seem to keep coming back to them. So, I need you to be honest with me, hun. Do you like…” Sasha paused, steadying herself. “Do you like going to the bathroom in your pants?” 
Cassy’s eyes widened, and she felt her heart thumping. She was beginning to panic, and couldn’t decide whether to lie or tell the truth. The question had caught her so off guard that her brain couldn’t formulate an answer quickly. 
“Because, it’s okay if you do,” Sasha quickly added. “I won’t be mad if you say yes. I promise.”
Cassy looked at her mother for a little longer, unsure if this was a trap or not. But her mother’s soft features, and comforting presence, was different than her usual demeanor. Her mother wasn’t cruel or cold, but she was very much the one in charge. But at this moment, that part of her was seemingly set aside. Her mother seemed open, and soft, like how she’d act when Cassy was sick or sad, or otherwise needed her mom’s comfort. 
Sasha felt her heart flutter as Cassy nodded her head. He daughter wouldn’t look at her, but she’d admitted the truth. Cassy had come clean, and was seemingly admitting that she too enjoyed soling herself. 
“I’m sorry…I know it’s gross and I’m sorry you have to clean it up and I know I shouldn’t but I just can’t stop it and,” Cassy started to babble, hyperventilating a little. 
“Hey, shh, calm down. It’s okay, Cassy. Honest. Let’s just talk, okay? I’m not mad,” Sasha said, hushing Cassy. 
“It is?” Cassy asked, finally looking up at her mom. 
Sasha nodded. “These kinds of things aren’t really something that you would talk about with your mom, I understand.”
“You do?” Cassy asked curiously.
Sasha smiled at Cassy, and gave her a quick hug. “More than you know.”
“What do you mean?” Cassy asked, turning to fully face her mother. She felt the diaper squish under her, and squirmed a bit more. The funny feeling she’d been feeling was returning, and her body warmed slightly.
“Well…you can keep a secret, right?” Sasha asked. She wasn’t sure if what she was about to do was a good idea, but this was uncharted territories. People didn’t write about that sort of thing in the parenting books she read. Discovering that your daughter shares your fetish, and doesn’t understand it, is a parenting judgement call in terms of handling it. She figured that honesty was the best decision.
Cassy nodded her head. “I won’t say anything. Not even to Elise, or Dad!” she said excitedly. A secret between her and her mom sounded like something special.
“The secret is, I like it too,” Sasha said bluntly.
Cassy stared at her mom for a moment, then blinked her eyes. “You like when I go potty in my pants?”
Sasha grinned, and shook her head. “Well, not quite. I meant that I like going in my pants too. I was about your age when I figured it out, and something about how you acted today made me wonder if you liked it too. So, that’s why I wanted to talk about it. I wanted you to know it’s okay, and that liking going potty in your pants isn’t a big deal.” 
Cassy was speechless. She tried to process what her mom was saying to her. Just earlier that day, she’d been put back in diapers for peeing on the floor like a brat. And now, only a few hours later, her mother was telling her that she enjoyed doing it too. 
“I’m sorry, is this too much to hear from your own mom?” Sasha asked, wondering if she’d gone too far.
“No!” Cassy blurted. “I just, I never expected you to like it too.” Which was true. Never in a million years did she picture having this conversation with her mom. Cassy had known for a while that she enjoyed how it felt to wet and mess her pants, but always assumed she’d either grow out of it, or just keep a secret her whole life. She had been fine with either option. She had never expected to be told it was okay, and even less so would have expected to hear this from her own mother. 
“Well, I gotta admit that I didn’t anticipate that you would like it either,” Sasha said with a laugh. “So, I guess that means we have to figure out what we’re going to do about it.” 
Cassy folded her ears back a little. She played with her tail a bit, feeling a bit more sheepish than she could recall feeling in a long time. She’d never been particularly embarrassed about her accidents, given that they largely only took place around her family. But something about talking about her accidents was making her feel shy.  “What do you mean?” she asked.
“I mean, I think we need to work something out. Now that I know why you’re doing it, I can’t really just let you keep making messes on the floor, you know? But, I understand that you are going to want to do it. So, let’s figure something out,” Sasha explained.
“You mean I can keep doing it?” Cassy asked, shocked. She thought that because the secret was out, that she’d be told to stop. 
Sasha nodded. “Well, yes and no. For starters, I’d really rather not clean up any more puddles than I have to. Not to mention finding your messy panties in your hamper. So, I’ll offer this up to you. You can use your panties all you want, if you’re outside. I’ll buy you some cheaper pairs for when you’re playing outside, and you can go in those all you want. I’ll buy a special clothes bin to put your dirty panties in, and you can put them in there instead. It’ll be our little secret. Sound fair?” 
Cassy’s mouth was agape as her mother offered her this option. It was like she was in a dream. She even pinched herself to be sure she wasn’t. The pain of her pinch let her know that this was very much real. She couldn’t speak, so she just nodded. 
“But,” Sasha added, “if you go to the bathroom in your pants inside, the same rules apply except no Pull-Ups. If you have an accident inside, and I have to clean it up, you’re in diapers for a week. I’m giving you this option to go in your pants outside, so that you can have your fun and handle it like a mature young lady. So, if you wanna act like a baby inside the house, you’ll wear diapers like one.”
“So, I can really keep going in my pants? I just gotta play outside when I do it? That’s it?” Cassy asked, incredulously. 
Sasha smiled. “That’s the deal. What do you think?” 
As a response, Cassy simply hugged her mother tightly. She’d completely forgotten about the diaper she was wearing, until her mother patted her rump. 
“One more thing. If you ever want to wear diapers, please just ask. Don’t make a mess on the floor just to get put back in diapers,” Sasha said with a small chuckle. “I just want you to be happy, hun. And if something as easy as letting you go potty in your pants will do that, then let’s just be smart about it, okay? We’ll keep each other’s secrets.”
“So, you really actually do like going in your pants?” Cassy asked curiously. The mention of her mom’s secret had once again piqued her interest. 
Sasha thought about how she wanted to answer this. She could be truly honest, and tell her just how much she liked it, or she could give her daughter a half answer. She could also just blow off the answer. But as Cassy looked at her expectantly, she decided to just be honest about it.
“I really actually do,” Sasha said with a smile. 
“Do you…do you still do it?” Cassy asked, looking curiously at her mom’s crotch.
“I do,” Sasha said with a wink.
“Whoa…does dad know?” Cassy asked. 
Sasha nodded, and a brief memory of a mid-week romp where her husband had pinned her to the bed while she squirmed under him until she couldn’t hold back, soaking her panties before filling them as he teased her for being a naughty joey. “Dad knows. But I won’t tell him you like it too. Our secret.”
Cassy giggled at the thought of both of her dad knowing her mom’s secret, but was happy to know that her mom would keep her secret safe. And it brought her extra comfort to know that even if her dad did find out, he wouldn’t mind. 
“So um…can I share another secret?” Cassy asked quietly.
Sasha tilted her head curiously, then smiled. “Of course, hun. Like what?” 
Cassy looked toward the other side of her bed, where she’d lie down to sleep. “I um…I don’t always wet the bed on accident. Sometimes it’s on purpose,” she admitted.
Sasha laughed, and pulled her daughter in for another hug. “Well, that makes sense. Luckily you’ve already got the rubber sheets. Obviously I’d rather not have to do laundry, so if you can avoid it as best as you can, it’d save me some work. But if you really want to be a bedwetter, how about you start wearing diapers to bed instead? Sound like a fair compromise?” 
Cassy nodded in agreement. “But, if I’m in a diaper…can I um…”
“Yes, you can mess it too,” Sasha answered, already knowing what Cassy was going to ask. 
“You’re the best mom ever,” Cassy said in disbelief, hugging Sasha tightly. 
“I know,” Sasha said with a smirk.
“Mom?” Cassy asked.
“Yes, hun?” Sasha replied.
“Would you um…would you wanna go potty in your panties with me sometime?” Cassy asked shyly.
Sasha was not expecting that question, but the thought of sharing that experience with her daughter piqued her interest. She squirmed on her daughter’s bed, and was suddenly very aware of her daughter’s dirty diaper. 
“Maybe…” Sasha said, weighing in in her head.
“Please?” Cassy asked, giving her mom a pleading look. “I think it would be really cool and fun to do it with you!”
Sasha looked at Cassy, and then at the closed door of her daughter’s room. As she looked at the closed door, she realized that she actually did need to use the restroom. In the excitement of having this sort of talk with her daughter, she’d ignored her own growing need. She absolutely could have made it to the restroom, but with her daughter’s burgeoning curiosity she felt less tempted to actually try to. “Let’s get you cleaned up first, and then we’ll have some fun, okay?” 
Cassy beamed excitedly. “Yeah yeah yeah! I um…I actually still kinda gotta go too. We can go together!” 
Sasha smirked. “You didn’t go enough in the car?” 
Cassy blushed. “That was just what I couldn’t hold…” 
Sasha rolled her eyes “Jeeze kid, you really do take after your mother…” 
Cassy grinned, “I wanna be just like you!”
Sasha’s heart warmed at that comment, and she gave Cassy another tight hug before pushing her daughter back on the bed. “Let’s change that stinky butt of yours, so we can finish up then.”
Cassy laid back without a fuss, and wriggled happily on her back. Her day had gone from frustrating to exciting in ways that she could not have ever imagined.  She felt bad for being such a brat and peeing on the floor in front of her mom earlier in the day, only to be rewarded with something she never could have believed would happen. She felt her mom untape her diaper, and peel it off of her. She blushed as her nudity was revealed to her mother, showing just how badly she’d ruined her diaper. 
Sasha made quick work of cleaning Cassy, having more than enough practice in changing diapers in her years as a mother.  She helped Cassy out of her dress, and grabbed a pair of shorts and a blouse for her. She grabbed a pair of stained panties that she’d intended to throw away, and pulled them up for Cassy, helping her get dressed even though Cassy was plenty able to do so herself. “Hang out in here for a moment, and I’ll be right back. I don’t wanna ruin this dress, or these panties,” Sasha explained. 
Cassy nodded, and wandered away to grab a towel and laid it on the floor. “I’ll be ready for you!” 
Sasha exited her daughter’s room with her heart thumping. Her panties were already wet, but not with urine.  Talking about her fetish with her daughter had aroused her without her noticing, and her panties were clinging to her as she walked to her room to change. She hoped that Orson wasn’t in her room, and was happy to hear her husband was playing with Benji in the other room. She quickly stripped, hanging her dress in her closet and tossing her sticky panties in her hamper. She stood nude in her room for a moment, gathering herself to actually go through with what her daughter had asked for. She wondered if maybe she had gone too far by agreeing to do this, but the part of her that wanted to relieve herself in her pants was stronger than her aversion of doing so. She grabbed a pair of panties she had used before, and rather than grabbing another dress, put on a pair of pink shorts and a white blouse. She admired herself in the mirror for a moment. The clothes she wore were exclusively for this sort of play.  While she normally dressed a bit more elegantly, something about a pair of shorts and a blouse made her feel like a joey again. She looked a bit like Cassy in that moment. In fact, the first pair of shorts she’d messed in her youth as a result of her brothers’ prank were very similar to the ones she was wearing at that moment. Something on her dresser caught her eye, and she quickly grabbed it as well. She held a small package of suppositories in her paw, and grinned. She took a deep breath, poked her head out of her room to make sure no one saw her, and hurried over to Cassy’s room. 
Cassy saw her door open, and was somewhat taken aback by how her mother was dressed. Usually her mother wore at least some sort of dress, or a robe if she was really being casual, but she’d only rarely seen her mother in shorts and a blouse. Cassy wagged her big rudder tail, and grinned widely. “You look so cute, mom!” 
Sasha smiled in return, and locked the door behind her. “Thanks, sweety. So, how do you like to do it?” 
	“What do you mean?” Cassy asked curiously.
	“You know, like, how do you usually like to go potty on yourself? Do you just let loose, do you like to squirm a round a little first and pretend you can’t hold it? Do you hold yourself and feel it flow all over your hands, or do you like to just let it run down your legs?” Sasha asked. Her voice was nearly a purr as she thought about all the options. She was very fond of squirming around as though she couldn’t hold it, emulating her first accident where she truly lost control and filled her pants against her will. Every now and then she’d use an enema to recreate the feeling, but there was no time to do that at that moment. 
	“Oh! Um…I sorta just go in my pants like I didn’t know I had to go. Like I had no idea that I wasn’t even supposed to go in my pants, and don’t really even know anything about the potty. Kind of like a joey just using their diapers because they don’t know any different,” Cassy explained. “But squirming like I can’t hold it is fun too sometimes!” 
	“Well, I have a fun idea,” Sasha said conspiratorially. She produced the package of suppositories from her pocket, and presented them to Cassy.
	“What are those?” Cassy asked.
	“These are suppositories. You put them up your bottom, and after a little while you go potty whether you really wanted to or not. Or at least, it makes it a lot harder to stop yourself from going. It makes you have to go really really bad,” Sasha explained. 
	Cassy’s eyes widened. She thought it sounded like a lot of fun, and she eagerly hopped over to her mom to inspect the package. “Can we really do that?” 
	“We sure can. Let me help you with yours, okay?” Sasha said. “Turn around for me please.”
	Cassy did as she was told, and felt her mom undo the button of her shorts, and then tug them down. Her mother pulled her panties down after, and she lifted her tail out of the way. She leaned over so that her rump was more easily accessed, and then felt something beginning to poke against her hole. It felt strange, but after a moment the feeling of something entering her made her shiver. She felt her mom push her finger inside of her, ever so slightly, and then felt it ease out of her gently.  Her mother helped her get her shorts back up, and then Cassy watched her wipe her finger clean with a wet wipe. 
	“There, now we just wait. But first, it’s my turn,” Sasha said somewhat sheepishly. She turned away from her daughter, and unwrapped her own suppository. She pulled her shorts and panties down, and with a practiced motion pushed it deep inside of her, letting out a quiet moan. She once again cleaned off her finger, and then pulled her shorts up as well. “I wonder who can hold it longer,” she said with a smirk.
	“I bet you can!” Cassy said with a giggle. “I bet you’re really really good at it,” 
	Sasha smirked and shrugged. “Well, I haven’t gone yet today, and you just went in the car. I think we might be surprised to see what happens,” she cooed.  Any thoughts about changing her mind had long gone the moment she locked the door behind her. In her mind, that locked door was the same locked door which had caused her first ever accident. Behind the locked door of her daughter’s bedroom were two giggling roo boys waiting for their sister to poop her pants. She was stuck, and there was no other place for her to go. It was only a matter of time before she pooped in her pants. Her bladder twinged a bit as her stomach began to grumble, and she realized she needed to pee quite badly as well. 
	Cassy began to squirm a few minutes later, her own bladder also starting to ache. Her bowels had emptied into her diaper in the car, but she’d had a lot to drink with lunch, and she hadn’t wet herself in the process of filling her diaper, so she had a full bladder which was going to stain another pair of shorts. “Ooh, I can already feel it,” she said, squirming and holding her belly a little as the suppository began to take hold. It was only the beginning though, as the full effects were yet to come. 
	“Already? Maybe you’re right, I might just be a bit better at holding it than you,” Sasha teased, as she did a minor potty dance. She noticed that while she had been in her room, Cassy had laid out a few towels on the floor. She admired how clever her daughter was, knowing what kind of mess that they were about to make, and pre-empting the cleaning process of the mess, rather than trying to clean up after the fact. As she looked at the towels, her stomach groaned and she began to feel the growing pressure of her mess. It was coming on strong, and she had to freeze in place and actually concentrate on holding it. She bent over slightly and pushed a paw between her legs. “Mffff…”
	Cassy giggled at the sight of her mother bent over holding her crotch. It was a vaguely familiar sight, as she’d done it plenty of times. Normally, Cassy was used to only wetting herself. Her messy accidents were much less frequent, but she’d enjoyed the ones she’d had. The thought of having one right in front of her mom was thrilling. The thought of her mom having a messy accident in front of her, however, was enthralling. She was almost unaware of her own growing need as her fascination was directed entirely on watching her mom. “Uh oh, maybe I’ll be the winner after all!” 
	Sasha let out a small huff as she regained her composure. She knew she didn’t have much longer before she’d start to get the quivers, and then inevitably fill her pants. She leaned back on her tail for support, trying to hold it in as best as she could. Her bladder protested this movement, and she had to double back over to stop from shooting a warm stream down her legs. She cupped both paws in her crotch to stop this, and let out a small yelp. “Almost lost it…” she admitted. She wasn’t sure just how much longer she was going to be able to hold on. 
	Cassy giggled, a little too hard, and felt her panties warm up slightly. She gasped, and looked down to see a small wet spot running down her legs. She hadn’t lost full control, but her giggle fit had some consequences. The insides of her thighs were wet, but the wet spot was minor and didn’t fully stretch down her shorts. “Oops!” she announced with another giggle. She spread her legs slightly to show off her wet spot, and wagged her rudder tail when her mom smiled at the sight. 
	“I won’t count that one, but another leak like that and I’ll say I won~” Sasha teased. But she only had a brief moment to celebrate her near victory before her body decided it was fed up with containing what she was trying to hold back. With only the fanfare of a growling stomach, she lost the battle suddenly and dramatically. A large gush of pee suddenly began coursing out of her, running down her legs and splattering on the towel under her. Her shorts were immediately drenched, the pink color getting darker as the grown kangaroo’s pee soaked into the shorts.  She sighed with relief as her bladder gave way. Her sight of pleasure quickly turned into a moan of pleasure as the feeling of her warm pee was making her feel like a naughty joey again, and for a brief moment she forgot where she was as she emptied her bladder. The relieving pleasure of emptying her bladder made her efforts to control her bowels futile, and as she peed, she began to feel a new sort of warm fill her panties. A heaviness began to fill her shorts, and she moaned as she realized she was messing her self as well. Warm mush filled her pants and panties, and she didn’t bother trying to stop it. It was working its way out on its own as her body gave into relaxation and pleasure, soiling her pants like a child right in front of her very own daughter. “oh jeeze…” she moaned, her legs wobbling. She leaned back on her tail for support, and put some effort into finishing what she’d started. By using her tail for support, she was able to really bare down and push out the rest of her mess, filling her shorts and panties fully. It spread up her rump, and up the front of her panties as well, and she shivered in pleasure from the sensation. The feeling of pleasure grew and grew as she finished relieving herself, until without warning she felt her body spasm. She came hard into her messy, soaked shorts and had to put her paws over her muzzle from crying out in pleasure as she came. She knew she’d gone too far now, but didn’t care. She was cumming in her pants in front of her daughter, all because she’d gone potty in her pants like a naughty joey. She was no more potty-trained than Cassy was, and it got her off again and again. 
	Cassy stared in awe at the sight of her mother losing her composure like she’d never seen before. It was silly enough that her mother was wetting and messing her pants right in front of her, but there was something else going on that was making her mother act very strange. As she stared, she didn’t even notice she’d lost her own battle. She just stared at her mother, observing what was happening, as she lost control of her bladder, splattering the ground with a fresh stream of kangaroo pee as she filled the back of her shorts and panties with warm mush. Her shorts and panties drooped between her legs with the weight of her accident as she filled them. She didn’t even take note of the feeling of her accidents, despite the warm mush working its way up her rump. Her accident wasn’t as big as her mothers was, and ended around the same time as her mom’s. But her mother was catching her breath, with her eyes closed as she rested on her tail. 
	Sasha couldn’t believe what she’d just done. Sure, she’d told Cassy she would have an “accident” with her, but never anticipated that she’d cum from it. But there was nothing she could do now. Her shorts and panties were ruined, and she’d just had multiple orgasms in front of Cassy. She had some explaining to do, and with that barrier already crossed, she figured it was time for “the talk”. “Give me a minute to catch my breath hun. Then I’ll talk to you about what just happened,” she said, cutting off any premature questions. 
	Cassy nodded and just let her mom gather herself. She waited for a minute or two, eventually realizing she’d totally not realized she’d soaked and filled her own pants, and giggled to herself about it. She’d soiled herself thoughtlessly like she had always wanted to. In the back of her mind, even when she’d tried to pretend it was a thoughtless act, there was usually at least some intention behind her accidents. But in this case, she’d completely voided herself without noticing it. Just like a diaper-clad joey. Just like her little brother. 
	Sasha eventually gathered herself, and she leaned up off her tail and got steady on her feet. She admired the mess she’d made of her shorts, and then looked at Cassy. Her daughter was in the same state as her, standing in a pair of clearly wet and messy shorts, giggling to herself. The stains on both of their shorts were apparent, and the clothes would need to be washed together rather than with the rest of either of their laundry to avoid any cross contamination. “That felt really good,” Sasha said breathily. 
	“Is that why you went all quiet and covered your muzzle so you wouldn’t get loud?” Cassy asked.
	Sasha nodded. “Something happened that made me feel really really good. It’s something that happens when you do something that you like a lot. I can help you feel that way, if you want,” she said, wondering if she was going too far. It seemed as though she’d already crossed a line, so she decided there was no real reason to worry about much more at that point. 
	“Yeah! That sounds great!” Cassy said excitedly.
	Sasha leaned back on her tail for support, and patted her knee. “Come sit on my knee, hun,” she instructed. 
	Cassy did as she was told, and carefully straddled her mother’s knee. She felt her mother’s knee push against her messy shorts, and push her warm soft mush against her rump and spread it around a bit more. She squirmed at the sensation, finding that it felt very good. “Oh, that feels good mom…” she said, starting to breath a bit more heavily. 
	“I know dear. Just wait, it gets better,” Sasha said quietly. She carefully held on to Cassy, and began to bounce her on her knee. She felt Cassy’s mess smushing on her knee, and felt dribbles of her daughter’s piddle soaking into her fur. She didn’t mind, though. It wasn’t as though she wasn’t used to being peed on by her kids by that point. As a mom, it was pretty common ground. She slowly picked up the pace, bouncing faster and faster, hearing Cassy make noises she’d never heard her make before. It felt wrong, but if someone was going to make her daughter feel like this for the first time, she figured there were worse people than her to give her that type of pleasure. 	
	“T-that feels really good,” Cassy stammered. Her body was warming in places she didn’t quite understand. Her cunny was hot, and her body was feeling tingly like she’d never felt before. It was almost like she had to sneeze, or pee, but it felt good. That feeling kept growing and growing as she bounced on her mom’s knee, until it felt like something exploded. That tingling, sneezy “I gotta pee” feeling suddenly wracked her body from the tip of her ears to the tip of her tail, and she cried out. Her mom gently placed a paw over Cassy’s muzzle to keep her quiet, but encouraged her to let it out. 
	“Go on sweety, just let loose. Mommy’s here, just enjoy this,” Sasha cooed at her. She couldn’t believe it, but she’d given her daughter her first orgasm. Maybe even first orgasms, based on how long Cassy seemed to be squirming and whining, every so often calling out loudly into her paw. 
	Cassy couldn’t see, her vision was pure white but her body was experiencing a pleasure it had never felt before. She was hardly able to think, and could only barely hear what her mother was saying. All she knew is that she felt better than she’d ever felt before as her messy shorts grinded between her legs with the help of her mother’s knee. But eventually the pleasure died off, and she returned to reality, being cuddled by her mother.
	“What was that?” Cassy asked shakily.
	“It’s call an orgasm, sweety. It’s what your body does when it really likes something. Usually it happens for us girls when we rub our privates, but if you like something enough like going potty in your pants, sometimes your body will just do it for you,” she explained. “It’s rare, but it happens. Usually you have to play with yourself a little bit to make your body feel like that,” she explained.
	“Play with myself?” Cassy asked, still getting her wits together.
	“I can tell you about that another time. For now, let’s just sit and enjoy this until we need to clean up,” Sasha said comfortingly. As she held Cassy to her, helping her daughter return to her senses in her first afterglow, she wondered whether or not this would be the last time they played like this. But in the back of her mind, she knew that there was about to be a lot more laundry in her life either way.