Marcia initially decided to continue holding it for as long as possible, but the need to go continued to grow, and Christine still hadn’t come back. Her diaper was getting used, one way or the other.
In an attempt to feel like she had some control over her situation, Marcia got to her feet. She bent her knees into a squat. Then, dreading what she was about to do, she let her bladder loose. Her diaper grew warm and wet. She sighed in relief. Her bowels rumbled.
Marcia bent into an even lower squat and began to push. She had been holding it in for so long that the single push was all it took. With a loud fart, her bowels promptly emptied into her diaper. Her eyes watered from the rancid smell.
She hated what she had just done, but also felt so much better, so Marcia decided to count it as a win. Not wanting to sit down and smear her mess all over her butt, she stood up, holding the bars of the crib for support. One more time, she tried to get it to open, but failed.
It seemed like she was stuck in a dirty diaper until Christine came back. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be too long. Her diaper was already becoming unpleasantly clammy, and the smell was getting worse.