Laura decides to wait until a distraction presents itself, otherwise she won’t be able to sneak out. Eventually, a few toddlers by the swings begin to wail all at once, attracting attention. Laura seizes the opportunity and quickly heads for the entrance.
Unfortunately, a mom by the entrance spots her and grabs her before she can leave.
“Now, now, little boy, I’m sure your mommy won’t want you wandering off,” she scolds. Laura manages to break free, but the mom grabs her again. “No tots your age are allowed to leave.”
“I’m not a toddler,” Laura whines. The mom raises her eyebrows, surprised by how well Laura speaks. But she isn’t convinced.
“You’re obviously a toddler. I mean, you’re wearing a diaper.”
“But I-”
“No buts!” The mom picks Laura up and, to her horror, puts her onto a toddler leash. “There. When your mommy and daddy find you, they can even keep the leash if they want.” The mom looks Laura over. “Seems like they might need it,” she mutters.
With the mom holding the other end of the leash tightly, Laura won’t be able to pull free. She looks at her chest, hoping that the straps buckle in front, but they must buckle in the back. There’s no way for Laura to break free from the leash.
Laura decides to sit on the ground while she tries to think of a new way out of the situation. She’s an adult turned five, dressed and being treated like she’s three. After a few minutes of watching toddlers running around, she feels pressure building in her bowels. She has to poop. Hope rises. This might be her way out. Laura tugs on the woman’s pant leg.
“Yes, little boy?” the woman asks.
“I have to poop.”
“Well, I have to keep on eye on you, and there’s too many opportunities for you to run off if I take you to the bathroom,” the woman says shortly.
“But-”
“No buts. You’re wearing a diaper for a reason. And you’re little enough that your parents probably aren’t potty training you yet.” Laura’s mouth falls open. Just how young does this woman think she is? “If you have to poopoo, just use your diaper.”
Laura has realized that this is the worst possible mom who could have captured her. A woman drunk with power over children, willing to tell a toddler (or a child she thinks is a toddler) to use a diaper instead of the toilet. The pressure in her stomach grows. Laura shifts uncomfortably. She won’t be able to hold it long enough to escape, and anyways, all of her attention is going towards controlling her bowels, so she hasn’t come up with an escape plan.
As she thinks this, Laura decides what to do. If she’s going to be forced to use her diaper, she’s going to try to use it to get back at the woman holding her hostage. And she’ll use her diaper on her terms, not have an accident. Laura gets to her feet and squats. She grunts loudly, getting the woman’s attention. When the woman looks over, Laura makes eye contact. She can feel her face getting red with effort as she pushes and continues to grunt. After a bit of a delay, Laura feels poop entering her diaper.
When she finishes, Laura stands up, fighting back a grimace at the mush pressed against her butt, and looks the woman in the eye.
“Change me,” Laura commands.