Laura would feel her mind rush through ideas, she really didn’t want to poop in her only item of clothing and have to go nude. If anything, the diaper was embarrassing enough she doubted that she wanted double that while being naked! The toddler’s eyes would search around for an alternative, anything at this point and well her eyes lit up when she saw it.
Off in the distance she saw a familar sight, a construction zone with a Port-a-Potty direcly outside it. On most days, Laura would be barfing at the thought of using one of these but honestly it was her only choice this time as she made a mad toddle towards it. Her control was minimal at best but she was using her adult instincts to hold back the mudslide from filling her diaper as she muttered to herself, sounding every bit a toddler.
“No poopoo… gadda… go to poddi!”
She would grimace at the lisp on display, but shook it off as after what seemed like an eternity she made it to the portable toliet. Immediately she would stand on her tippy toes and open the door, it took alot of effort though and was knocked back onto her bum. Immediately the toddler felt herself starting to lose control from this upset and the door was about to shut so she rushed inside, hearing a clear change in the door as she did so but not paying it any mind as she went to rip off her diaper.
However instead, her body went on autopilot… her toddler muscles couldn’t handle holding it back anymore and in an instant she felt herself starting to squat and despite being directly in front of a toliet, Laura was pooping her diaper as she began to fuss and flail her arms
“No! Nonono! No use diapee! No baby!!!”
She would exhale these words but it was no use as she felt her diaper being filled, it beginning to sag from the weight of a massive poopy as she grunted softly. Her head would hang in defeat and she’d go silent aside from the grunts as she filled her undergarment.
This went on for many minutes, but by the time she finished she felt absolutely mortified and quite tired out… so tired in fact she realized that her bladder was also emptying itself without any chance to make a resistance, but she just pouted at that as she climbed up onto the top of the port-a-potty, standing with her legs ajar as to not fall in from her reduced size and ripped the tapes of her diaper causing it to fall into the mess below as the last bits of pee droplets went with it. The toddler was not pleased as she used to toliet paper to wipe her messy bum to the best of her ability before jumping down to the ground level of the porta potty mumbling to herself.
“Gweat Lauwa… yous now big baby… poopy pants… guess me hafta get mow diapees. But where?”
She would then get up on her tippy toes to exit the port-a-potty, deciding to go too…