Marcia felt liquid trickling down her leg. She looked down and lifted the skirt of her dress. Sure enough, her diaper was leaking! She let out a sob. The humiliation was unending. But she still wasn’t done using her diaper. Marcia squatted into a better position and pushed harder, continuing to grunt. After what felt like ages, she finished emptying her bowels into her diaper. The diaper was now leaking down both of her legs.
Before Marcia could even begin to come up with some sort of solution, the door to the nursery opened. Christine entered. Marcia grabbed the bars of the crib eagerly. She was so desperate to get out of this situation, she didn’t care how embarrassing it was.
“Chwithine!” she called. “I need a change!” Christine came over to the crib. She wrinkled her nose.
“You most certainly do. Let’s get you all fixed up.” Christine picked Marcia up and brought her to the changing table. She quickly and efficiently changed Marcia into a fresh reusable diaper. “Hmm. Since you leaked, I should probably double-diaper you. At the store, I can get something that can handle your enormous messes.” Christine poked Marcia’s nose playfully.
“Thore?” Marcia asked.
“That’s right. I don’t know how long you’ll be stuck like this, so I should get some supplies for you. And since you apparently use your diaper so much it leaks while I’m gone, you’ll come with.” Christine pinned a second reusable diaper over the first. “You leaked all over the only outfit that would fit you, so you’ll have to go naked. But lots of kids your age like being nakey.”
“But-” Marcia started. Christine popped a pacifier into her mouth. Instinctively, Marcia suckled on it.
“No buts. We’re going to the store, sweetie.” Christine lifted Marcia, clad in only her two reusable diapers, and carried her to the front entrance of the mansion, where the butler was waiting. Christine got into the car outside and buckled Marcia into a car seat. “The store, Jeeves,” she instructed the chauffeur. “Now, if I were you, I’d suck on that binky the whole time and not talk,” Christine whispered to Marcia. “You wouldn’t want anyone thinking you’re not a regular toddler, would you?” Marcia’s blood ran cold at the thought. She shook her head. “That’s what I thought.”
In a speedy fifteen minutes, the car came to a stop outside of…