Laura takes a seat in the sandbox, anxious about how to get out of this latest difficult situation. She is painfully aware of the fact she’s wearing a diaper, as it cushions her butt and visibly bulges under her overalls. To add to her discomfort, she feels a growing pressure in her bowels. She’ll need to poop soon. She gets to her feet and goes back to the younger woman, toddling due to the thick diaper she’s wearing. If she asks for help now, hopefully she can avoid using her diaper like she used her training pants.
“Hi, sweetie, did you need something?” the younger woman asks.
“I have to poopoo,” Laura says. She stifles a grimace at the phrasing she used. She didn’t mean to say “poopoo”, but she supposes that her ability to speak has been downgraded along with her potty training.
“And you came to ask for help! What a big girl! Of course, I’ll take you over to the potty right now.” The woman picks Laura up and props her on her hip. Just then, the old woman returns.
“Patty, I can’t find anyone who lost their little girl,” the old woman reports. The younger woman, Patty, blinks in surprise. “I hope they didn’t leave without her.”
“I’m sure they didn’t,” Patty says calmly. Laura begins to squirm as the pressure in her bowels builds further. “You probably didn’t ask everybody. Maybe her parents were in the bathroom.”
“That’s a good point. Do you think we should take her around, ask her to locate her parents herself?”
“Maybe,” Patty says slowly. Laura can’t hold it anymore. She begins to push forcefully, emptying her bowels into her diaper. “Oops!” Patty sets Laura on the ground. Laura squats and grunts as she continues to push. Once she finishes, she stands up. Her diaper bulge now sags visibly. “Oh, I’m sorry, I got caught up in talking and didn’t get you to the bathroom in time!” Patty says apologetically.
“I had to poopoo,” Laura says. She abruptly bursts into tears, humiliated to have been reduced to this. As she’s crying, Patty brings her over to the bench and changes her again. Laura can only sob as her soiled diaper is removed and replaced with a clean one.
“I guess it’s a good thing Zachary’s diapers fit her,” the older woman says, watching Laura get changed. “She needs protection, and probably better protection than just training pants.” Patty redresses Laura. Laura sits up on the bench, devastated to have messed herself like this. To add insult to injury, she feels a warmth spreading in her diaper. She’s wet herself yet again. Laura sobs with renewed energy.