Marcia sat back down in the crib, deciding to wait for Christine’s arrival. As she waited, her thumb found its way to her mouth. She sucked on it, enjoying the comfort it provided. Then, without warning, her bowels rumbled. Following an instinctive urge, she got into a squat and began to push. She didn’t realize why she was doing this until she felt a thick log begin to enter her diaper. But by then, it was too late to stop.
She grunted forcefully, trying to get the embarrassing incident over. It was bad enough to be messing herself on accident, and worse that someone would have to change her and thus find out. She didn’t need to also be caught in the act. After what felt like hours, she finally finished with a sigh of relief.
Without thinking about what would happen, she sat down, weary from the bowel movement. The poop in her diaper promptly smeared all over her butt. Marcia grimaced in disgust.
Before she could sit in her own waste for long, Christine came back. She came over to the crib and sniffed the air.
“Whew! Smells like someone made boom-boom!” Christine cooed. Marcia blushed. “Don’t worry, hon, that’s what the diaper’s for!” She picked Marcia up and brought her over to the changing table. “You peed too, huh?” Marcia nodded.
“I got thkawed,” she mumbled.
“Yeah, this place can be a bit spooky.” Christine began the process of changing Marcia’s diaper. “Since you used your diapy for number one and number two, that suggests to me you’ll need regular changes. So, I don’t think you should be wearing this outfit. It’s cute, but takes a while to get off, which isn’t good for someone who needs a lot of changes.”
“What will you have me wear?” Marcia asked curiously. Christine chuckled. She pulled a ruffly pink diaper cover over Marcia’s fresh diaper.
“You’re wearing it, sweetie!”
“What?!”
“Look, you’ve got an adult mind,” Christine said. “You understand the logic behind keeping you in only a diaper and cover. Unless you want to sit in your own poop and pee.”
“No,” Marcia said quietly.
“That’s what I thought. Don’t be embarrassed. Kids your age go around in just diapers all the time!” Christine picked Marcia up. “Now, I’m going to be sending someone out to get some supplies for you until we can fix this. But in the meantime, I want you staying in here, okay?” Christine deposited Marcia into the crib.
“But-”
“Don’t worry, you won’t be alone. Someone will be with you at all times, to protect you and change your dirty diapies,” Christine said, poking Marcia’s diaper playfully. Marcia ignored the humiliating comment and focused on the matter at hand.
“Who?”