Pressure continued to build in Kelly’s bowels. She shifted her position. A small fart escaped. She quickly crossed her legs even tighter. Another fart escaped, then another. And another. Finally, Kelly felt something begin to enter her diaper. Panicking, she jumped to her feet, further breaking her already failing control. The log that had begun to enter her diaper moved even faster. She wasn’t even pushing, and she was messing herself!
Humiliated, but trying to take back some semblance of control, Kelly bent her knees into a squat. It only took a single push for her to finish emptying her bowels into her diaper. Her eyes watered from the smell.
“I made boom-boom!” Kelly announced, hoping that using a juvenile speech would make some change her faster. The daycare worker from before came back.
“You certainly did. You’re very stinky.” The daycare worker took Kelly out of the playpen and brought her over to a changing table, where Kelly’s diaper was removed, she was wiped down, and a fresh diaper was taped on.
Kelly held her breath, hoping she wasn’t going to be put right back in the playpen. Was her timeout over?