Laura awoke to dried drool on her face and a soaked diaper. She had peed so much during the night that even the diaper cover she was wearing had gotten a bit wet. With a sigh, she got out of bed and grabbed the changing supplies she’d stolen from Liz’s house. After a quick trip to the bathroom, she was in a clean, dry diaper, and only that, as she needed to wash the diaper cover.
Her new diaper was fluffy and dry, and Laura discovered, to her concern, that she was actually very comfortable walking around in just a thick diaper. Her bowels churned in distress. As her knees bent into an instinctive squat, Laura realized the pressure in her abdomen wasn’t just from emotional upset. A thick log began to enter her diaper. The doorbell rang.
Those must be the supplies she’d ordered! Eager, Laura completely forgot she was in the middle of a bowel movement and waddled to the front door. As she walked, her body continued to push out the poop, causing her to grunt instinctively without realizing it. When she arrived at the front door, she still wasn’t finished.
Only once Laura had opened the front door, did she remember she was currently messing herself. She squatted again, allowing for an easier bowel movement. After a few moments of pushing, she was done and her diaper was filled. Satisfied, Laura grabbed the box of supplies and brought them inside. As she looked through what she’d bought, she suddenly became concerned about how long she’d stood in the doorway, pooping.
Hopefully, nobody had seen her.