The door to the nursery slammed open. Someone darted inside and closed the door, pressing their back up against it, panting. Something pounded heavily on the door, but the person inside kept it closed. The pounding eventually stopped. Footsteps sounded in the hallway, indicating that the danger had passed. The person in the nursery sighed in relief, then looked around.
“A nursery?” he muttered to himself. Marcia’s heart leapt into her mouth. It was Rusty! He turned on the light. Marcia quickly got to her feet. The movement attracted Rusty’s attention. He stared at her for a second before smiling. “Hi, honey. What are you doing here?”
“Ith me, Ruthy. Ith Martha!” Marcia lisped urgently. Rusty’s eyes widened. He walked over to look at her more closely.
“Whoa. What happened?”
“Wong thory,” Marcia sighed. “Banthee turned me wittew, then Chrithine drethed me in thith!”
“Yeah, I see she put you in a diaper,” Rusty commented, lifting Marcia’s dress to look at the diaper. “Uh. Looks like putting you in a diaper was a smart move.” Marcia blushed furiously. When Rusty had burst into the nursery with something on his heels, it had scared her so much she peed even more.
“I got thared! At thith age, I can’t controw my biowogicaw functionth that much,” she protested. Rusty chuckled.
“That was a strange thing to hear from a lisping toddler, not gonna lie.” He picked Marcia up. “I’m not judging you, by the way. Shit happens. Thankfully, in this case, it’s not literal. Unless…”
“No, juth pee,” Marcia confirmed.
“Good. Well, in that case, maybe you should try going number two before I change you.”
“Change me?”
“You can’t stay in a wet diaper. It’s uncomfortable and you’ll get a rash,” Rusty said. “Don’t worry, I’ve got experience changing diapers. I’ve changed my nieces’ diapers a million times.” He brought Marcia over to a toddler training potty on the floor, set her down, then removed her clothes and diaper. “But before I change you, at least try to go number two. Peeing yourself is one thing. Pooping yourself feels a lot worse.”
“Yeah.” Marcia reluctantly sat on the training potty. “Turn awound.”
“You got it.” Rusty turned around. Marcia began to push. A few small farts came out. Determined to use the toilet for this, Marcia pushed harder, grunting in effort. Her bowels rumbled, then, with a loud fart, emptied into the potty. What little pee remained in her bladder emptied as well. “Done?” Rusty asked.
“Yeth,” Marcia said. Rusty turned back to face her, picked her up, then brought her over to the changing table, where he wiped her down and diapered her. “Thankth.”
“No problem!” Rusty said cheerfully. He grabbed her clothes and redressed her. “There! All done! I’m guessing that you want to get back to work.” Marcia nodded. “It’s not safe for you to be alone in your state.” Marcia’s heart sunk. “So I guess I’ll just have to bring you with me!” Marcia beamed.
“Thoundth good.”
“With your little legs, walking around is going to be rough,” Rusty said, rubbing his chin. He looked around. “I wonder if there’s something in here that I can transport you in. I’ll check.”
Rusty began to search the nursery for something to transport Marcia in. Eventually, he found…