To her horror, Marcia could feel a growing need to “go”. Before they arrived, she had guzzled down an enormous mug of coffee, which she now regretted, as she could feel pressure building in her bladder and bowels. Well, she might be in a diaper, but that didn’t mean she was going to use it. Marcia got to her feet, deciding to find a way down. As she examined the crib she was stuck in, however, she realized that she was truly stuck.
“No, no!” Marcia whined, resorting to shaking the bars of the crib. “I need to potty!” But there was no way she was going to get out of the crib on her own. She sat down, crossing her legs, praying that Christine would come back in time.
A small fart escaped from Marcia. She whimpered and crossed her legs tighter. Pressure in her abdomen continued to grow. She wasn’t going to avoid using her diaper. The only question was how the diaper would be used. Would she try to hold it in until she had a legitimate accident, or try to take some control over the situation and purposefully use the diaper, since the diaper was getting dirty no matter what.
Or, maybe she could pee on purpose, in the hope that peeing would reduce the pressure enough that she could wait to go number two until Christine came back.