After continuing to hold it to the best of her abilities, Marcia decided to choose the lesser of two evils. Her diaper was getting used no matter what at this point. If she peed, she might be able to hold off a bowel movement until she had access to a toilet.
It took a moment to override her potty training, but eventually, Marcia let loose her bladder. She sighed in relief as her diaper was flooded with urine. Like she had hoped, the pressure from her bowels reduced. As long as Christine came back soon, she could avoid messing herself.
As if on cue, Christine opened the door to the nursery. Immediately, Marcia jumped to her feet.
“Chrithine, I need the potty!” she said urgently. Christine’s eyes widened. She rescued Marcia from the crib, removed her clothes and diaper, then placed Marcia’s bare butt onto a toddler training potty next to the changing table. The second Marcia’s butt hit the seat, she began to push, eager to empty her bowels.
Keenly aware that Christine was observing her, Marcia pushed harder, hoping to get it over with faster. She grunted in effort, her face turning beet red. After what felt like ages, she finished with a sigh. She hopped off the potty. Immediately, Christine swooped in and wiped her butt.
“You didn’t need to do that for me,” Marcia said.
“Instinct. Sorry. Now, let’s get you in a fresh diaper.” Christine lifted Marcia onto the changing table.
“Again?” Marcia whined.
“Like I said, there’s nothing else here that fits you. And, judging by the state of your diaper, you should be wearing one anyways,” Christine said. Marcia blushed. “That’s right. I saw that your diaper was wet.”
“I had to go.”
“Yep.” Christine pinned a fresh cloth diaper on Marcia and dressed her again. “And if you need to go but can’t get to a potty in time again, then the diaper will prevent my staff from needing to clean up a mess.”
“What took you tho long?” Marcia asked once she was dressed.
“I was looking for your friend, Rusty.” Marcia’s eyes widened.
“And?”