Now that Allison couldn’t remember her toilet training, she decided to test the other features she requested, so she rummaged through the bathroom cabinet until she found the laxatives, she then crushed up five of the laxatives and put it into a glass before chugging the whole thing in one go. The effects of the laxatives were almost instant, as she felt her stomach churn making loud growls as it did so. Soon Allison realised that her stomach was no longer growling, “Did the laxatives not work?” She asked aloud, but, right as she was about to check her diaper just in case, she froze in her tracks.
She had just forgotten how to divide numbers, “What but that doesn’t make sense, I said 10% per use, this-“ She once again froze as she forgot punctuation, then multiplication, subtraction and addition went too. Then it stopped, Allison was mortified, she ran back to her room, soiled diaper between her legs, she rummaged through her desk before grabbing some of her schoolwork, “No!” She wailed, “I learned this just yesterday!”, she grabbed her phone and searched up ‘equations for preschoolers’ “Okay, we can do this, 4+5, dammit, what’s 4+5” Allison cried at the realisation of what had happened and a huge wave of regret soared over her.
In one last act of desperation she tried taking of the diaper, it worked, only to be replaced by another, cleaner one. Allison let out a wail as she realises her inevitable demise.
Hours had passed and Allison was feeling the urge to use the bathroom again, she was trying to hold it in, but realised that it didn’t matter, she can’t take the diapers off, either way she would have to go in the diaper, so she swallowed what dignity she had left and pushed, and as she pushed she felt everything else leaving her, spelling, speaking, walking, everything else. And when she was done all that was left of the girl was a soiled diaper and a drooling, babbling shell.