After a few moments of nearly falling apart, Leah managed to pull herself together and avoid a meltdown that would be appropriate for her new age, but not for her old one. She made her decision, to leave the room, because she wasn’t going to solve anything if she hid in the bathroom the entire time.
Leah walked over to the door. As she pulled on the handle, she felt warmth spread through her swim diaper. Her jaw dropped in horror. She was peeing herself! Determined to ignore it for now and deal with it later, she opened the door and exited into the hallway.
It only took a few steps for Leah to notice that she had fully developed the distinctive toddler “toddle”. Her newfound clumsiness definitely wasn’t helped by the diaper pushing her legs apart. But she soldiered on. She walked to the top of the stairs.
The stairs, which she had clambered up only minutes ago, now seemed impossible for her to surmount. Leah let out a small whimper at how tall and steep they seemed to her at this size. Before she could gather her courage to go downstairs, her knees bent into a squat. Following some sort of instinctive urge, she began to push, grunting softly. Only once she felt something begin to enter her diaper did she realize what she was doing.
“No! No poopy!” Leah hissed frantically. She clenched her muscles to the best of her ability, but couldn’t stop what she had accidentally started. The best she could do was get it over with as fast as possible. So, leaning into the metaphorical skid, Leah bent into an even deeper squat and pushed even harder, her face turning red and her grunts getting louder.
Little did Leah realize, the noise she was making had attracted attention, and someone was watching her poop her diaper.