A door opened and closed. Laura’s heart leapt into her mouth. She quickly got out of bed. The sudden movement jostled her bowels. She let out a small fart, her knees bent into an instinctive squat, and a thick log began to slowly enter her diaper. Laura tried to hide somewhere, but soon realized she couldn’t move until she had finished messing herself.
Desperate, Laura began to push, grunting. It didn’t help. Her bowel movement was slow-going. She hadn’t finished by the time someone entered the room.
“Well, I wasn’t expecting that,” said the surprised voice of Liz. Laura grunted again, pushing even harder. Liz left the room. When she returned, Laura had just finished. Her diaper sagged under her. “I don’t know who you are or where you came from, sweetie, but I know that I can’t just let you stay in that stinky diaper!”
Before Laura could protest, Liz picked her up and placed her on her back on a changing table. Liz cooed at her as she changed Laura’s messy diaper. Laura merely blushed, humiliated by the entire experience. Liz taped the fresh diaper on. She sat Laura up.
“Hmm. I can’t let you wander around in just a diapy.” Laura was then brought over to a dresser, where Liz selected an adorable toddler sundress, short enough that her diaper peeked out from under it. “Perfect!” Laura’s stomach rumbled. Liz laughed. “Okay, I’ll give you some food.” Liz carried Laura out of the bedroom. “So, what’s your name?”
“Lowa.”
“Laura? What a pretty name! I have a coworker with that name,” Liz commented. She brought Laura into the kitchen, where she buckled the toddler into a highchair. Laura could only sit and dread what was going to happen next, wondering what Liz planned on feeding her for breakfast.