Finally, the door opened. Christine walked in.
“I’m back,” Christine said unnecessarily. Marcia rolled her eyes.
“I can tell.”
“Wow, someone’s got their diaper in a twist.” Christine walked over to the crib and picked Marcia up.
“Only becauthe you put me in one!” Marcia snapped. She then let out a yelp of shock as Christine stuck a finger down her diaper. “Hey!”
“I had to check whether you were wet.”
“Athk nekth time!”
“All right, all right,” Christine said patiently. “Do you need to go, though?”
“…Yeth,” Marcia mumbled. Near the end of her wait, she had noticed a growing urge to use the bathroom.
“Then let’s keep that diaper of yours clean, hmm?” Christine brought Marcia over to a toddler training potty next to the changing table, where she removed Christine’s diaper and set her naked butt on the seat. “Go ahead.” It took a moment, as Marcia was self-conscious about using the potty in front of Christine. But eventually, she was able to pee. When the sound of pee hitting the potty stopped, Christine went to pick Marcia up again.
“No, I’m not done,” Marcia said.
“Oh. Will you be much longer?” Christine asked. Marcia nodded. “Understood.” Christine left the room. Relieved to have some privacy, Marcia began the more difficult and time-consuming task of emptying her bowels. However, soon after she had begun, Christine came back, closely followed by a butler.
“You want the crib in your room, Lady Christine?” the butler asked.
“That’s right, Matthew. Thank you for your help.”
“Not a problem.” The butler walked right past Marcia, still on the potty, and picked up the crib. “Everything should be ready when your…” The butler glanced at Marcia. “…guest is done.” Marcia turned red.
“Thank you, Matthew,” Christine said. The butler carried the crib out of the nursery. Christine looked at Marcia. “Done, yet?”
“Almost,” Marcia said. She grunted softly. With a quiet fart, the last of the contents of her bowels emptied into the potty. “Now I’m done.”
“Excellent.” Christine picked Marcia up and set her on the changing table. “You’re probably wondering what Matthew was doing with the crib,” she said as she wiped Marcia down. Humiliated by Christine wiping her without asking beforehand, Marcia could only nod. “He and some other members of my staff are getting things set up in my bedroom. You’ll be staying there with me tonight.”
“What?!”
“It’s the safest room in the mansion. In your condition, that’s the only place I think you’d be safe.”
“But-”
“No arguments, Marcia,” Christine scolded. “It’s not worth it to argue. You’re going to spend the night in a crib in my room whether you like it or not, and you know that you aren’t capable of preventing that from happening right now.”
Thoroughly cowed, Marcia fell silent and stayed silent the entire walk to Christine’s room. She even stayed quiet as Christine placed her in the crib.
“You should probably get some sleep,” Christine said. “I’ll go see if I can find Rusty, then he can stay in this room for the night, too.” She left, turning the light off on her way.
Despite herself, Marcia felt her eyelids grow heavy as tiredness overtook her. She curled up, closed her eyes, and quickly fell asleep.