Kelly waited until the receptionist at the front desk had gotten up for a break, then immediately bolted for the door. The diaper slowed her somewhat, but she managed to get out without being seen. Sighing in relief, she began to retrace her steps. However, she didn’t see the gun anywhere. No matter how hard she looked.
Fighting her rising panic, Kelly tried to collect her thoughts. This attempt was foiled by a growing pressure in her abdomen. She needed to use the bathroom. But the closest bathroom was in the daycare. Kelly stumbled slightly and fell onto her butt. The fall was greatly cushioned by the diaper she’d been put in.
Actually, she was wrong. The closest bathroom wasn’t in the daycare. It was around her waist. Before she could lose her nerve, Kelly peed, wetting her diaper. The feeling of relief was immense. She quickly regretted this impulse decision, however, as her diaper became cold and clammy.