Laura can’t believe where she is right now. She’s strapped in a car seat, wearing a diaper, and sucking a pacifier. Every now and then, the woman driving looks at Laura in the rearview mirror and smiles. It’s supposed to reassure Laura, but it just makes her all the more upset. After a few initial minutes of watching her with interest, Timmy became bored with observing her and was now reading a book he’d gotten at the library.
Laura had nothing to do other than look out the window and watch the buildings fly by as they headed for the suburbs. As she sucked on her pacifier, she heard herself make a tiny fart. Then, without knowing why, she began to grunt. After a moment, the urge went away, and she settled back, resuming her silent observance of the houses they drove past.
As she settled herself, however, she felt something that hadn’t been there before. Something warm and mushy in her diaper. Then a rancid odor reached her nose. Laura sucked on her pacifier fiercely, closing her eyes against the reality: she had just pooped herself without realizing it.
Unfortunately, the smell reached Timmy shortly after it reached Laura. Timmy’s head jerked up. He gaped at Laura.
“Mommy! The baby pooped!” he shouted. At this, Laura let out a wail, the pacifier falling out of her mouth.
“Timmy, babies poop,” the mother said calmly. “I’ll change her when we get home.” Laura began to sob in earnest upon hearing that she would be in a poopy diaper for however long it took to arrive at their destination. Timmy leaned away, covering his ears at her bawling.
“I think she wants to be changed now,” Timmy said over Laura’s wails. The woman sighed.
“I think you’re right. Okay, okay, munchkin, I’ll change you right now.” They pulled into a gas station. The woman got out of the car, popped Laura’s pacifier into her mouth, and picked her up. “Timmy, if you stay in here like a good boy, I’ll get you something in the gas station, okay?” Timmy nodded eagerly.
The woman walked into the gas station and made a beeline for the shelves containing toiletries. She grabbed a package of diapers and baby wipes, then went into the candy aisle and grabbed a candy bar, presumably for Timmy.
At the register, the cashier cooed over Laura before catching wind of how much she reeked. The woman paid for the items and then walked out of the gas station. Laura blinked, wondering why she wasn’t being changed in the gas station bathroom. They had changing tables there.
The woman went back to the car and opened the trunk. There, she laid down an old picnic blanket and set Laura on her back. Timmy unbuckled and looked over the back of the seat to watch.
“Why aren’t you changing her inside?” Timmy asked.
“Gas station bathrooms are disgusting. It’s much better to change a baby out here in the open air.” The woman tickled Laura’s stomach, making her giggle despite herself. Laura froze as the tickling resulted in something else happening. Warmth spread throughout her diaper.
“Oh, I think she just peed!” Timmy shouted. A few people standing outside a nearby van looked over at the shout and chuckled.
“Good thing it took me a second to start changing her, then,” the woman said cheerfully. Laura turned red as her changing commenced. Earlier today, she had been a businesswoman, and now, she was a baby that couldn’t control her bladder or bowel, being changed in some stranger’s trunk, in full view of anyone passing by.
When she was fully changed, the woman threw away the used items, closed the trunk, and put Laura back into the car seat. The woman kissed Laura on the cheek before climbing back into the driver’s seat. The car pulled out of the gas station.