“Wake up, Laura,” a voice says. Laura slowly sits up and opens her eyes. She looks around. She’s in a playpen, apparently in Kaitlin’s house. She looks up at Kaitlin. “I figured you’d want some food and a chance to use the toilet before I put you in bed.”
“Yes,” Laura says gratefully. She is lifted from the playpen and put into a highchair. On the highchair’s table is an open can of baby food and a bottle of milk.
“Don’t get upset, but I have to feed you,” Kaitlin says. She spoons out some of the baby food mush. “Open up.” Reluctantly, Laura lets Kaitlin feed her. It doesn’t taste as bad as she thought. Before she knows it, the jar is empty. “Wow. You were really hungry.” Laura burps. She feels her bowels churn. A rancid smell fills the air, and something mushy enters her diaper.
Laura’s jaw drops in shock. She’s messing herself! Sure, she’s done this already, but that was while she was asleep. Doing it awake, in front of her coworker, is more humiliating. Kaitlin merely sits down and plays with her phone, obviously waiting for Laura to finish so she can change her. Desperate to get this over with, Laura puts some effort into her bowel movement, actively pushing, grunting as she does. Kaitlin glances up at the grunts, but looks back down at her phone. After what feels like hours, Laura finishes with a small sigh.
“If I were you, I’d pee, too,” Kaitlin says. Laura turns red. “Hey, better you do it now than right after I change you. Or even worse, while I’m changing you.” Still blushing, Laura lets her bladder loose. She wets herself much easier than she likes, but then again, she’s done it multiple times already.
“Done,” Laura mumbles quietly. Kaitlin gets up, picks up Laura and the bottle of milk, and whisks them both away to what seems to be a guest room. She lays Laura on her back and pops the bottle of milk into her mouth before she begins to change Laura’s poopy diaper. Laura instinctively sucks down the milk. Just as she finishes the last drop, Kaitlin tapes on a fresh diaper.
“Let me put some PJs on you, then you can go to bed.”
“No sleep.”
“Clearly, you are sleepy. Or need sleep.” Kaitlin frowns. “I’m not sure what you were trying to say, but whichever one, it’s a lie.” Laura is too tired to protest. Kaitlin quickly puts her into a footed onesie decorated with cupcakes, then puts her into a crib. “We’ll talk about things in the morning. Just call if you need anything.”
Laura closes her eyes, not noticing Kaitlin put a baby monitor on a nearby end table, nor the lights getting turned off. She curls up and falls asleep instantly.