Just as Kelly turned a corner and left Jennifer’s sight, she felt churning in her bowels. She dropped the handle of her wagon. It was already happening. She was already about to use her diaper. Her knees bent into an instinctive squat. She began to push.
Unfortunately for Kelly, she’d been dealing with constipation lately, and turning into a toddler hadn’t resolved that. If anything, it made things worse. Kelly grunted loudly and forcefully, her face turning red from effort. All that came out was a tiny fart.
The bell rang. Kelly was still in the hallway, trying desperately to mess herself. She clenched her tiny hands into fists. A thick log began to enter her diaper. Hopeful that she was almost done, Kelly pushed with renewed energy. Just as she could feel herself finishing, her biological age caught up with her. At two, Kelly had dealt with the opposite problem she faced as a teenager. Her diaper was suddenly flooded with diarrhea. Her bladder emptied as well, filling her already stuffed diaper with urine on top of feces.
The load in her diaper was better suited for a teen than a toddler. Kelly could already feel it leaking. She needed someone to change her, fast. But who?