As she walks along, trying to ignore her stomach growling, she is alerted to another sound coming from her abdomen. Her bowels churn. Instinctively, Laura squats where she is standing and pushes. For a moment, she’s unsure of why she’s doing this. She realizes what she’s doing when she feels something enter her diaper. Desperate to get it over with, she pushes forcefully, grunting. Eventually, she finishes messing herself and stands up straight, somewhat unsteadily, due to the load in her diaper.
Laura suckles on her pacifier as tears prick the corners of her eyes. She’s wet herself a few times already, but this is the first time she’s messed herself. Her lack of control is humiliating. She tries to calm herself down by telling herself that at least no one saw her. The streets are still deserted.
After toddling on for a few moments, she knows that she can’t continue to the magic store with a filled diaper. The weight is slowing her down, the smell is terrible, and the sensation of mush pressing against her butt just reminds her of what she’s sunk to. Laura looks around for a place where she can change herself before she continues her trek.