Before Doris could decide what to do, she felt warmth spread through her diaper. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she came to terms with the fact that she had just wet herself. Fighting back the humiliation, Doris toddled over to Ricky and tugged on his pant leg. Ricky looked down at her.
“What is it, Doris?” he asked. Doris took out her pacifier to talk.
“I…wet myself,” she whispered. Ricky crouched and stuck his finger down the back of Doris’ diaper. Doris let out a yelp of shock.
“Hmm, you’re a bit damp, but you don’t need to be changed yet. Come see me if you pee again or make boom-boom.”
“I’m not really a toddler,” Doris said, crossing her arms. “You don’t need to use baby words with me.” Ricky ruffled Doris’ hair, chuckling.
“You’re right, Doris. Sorry.” Soft grunting sounded from one of the other toddlers in the room. “Oh, I better take care of that.” Ricky walked over to the toddler, only for yet another one to bend into a squat and begin grunting. Doris shook her head at the sight of adults reduced to toddlers, messing themselves.
Ricky took the messy toddlers to the changing table in the back of the room. Doris sat on the floor, once again trying to decide what to do. However, she felt a sudden pressure in her abdomen. Her eyes widened. She needed to go number two, and she had a feeling she wouldn’t have much warning. Doris got to her feet and toddled over to Ricky.
“Not now, Doris,” Ricky said, still changing a messy diaper.
“But-”
“It can wait,” Ricky said firmly. It couldn’t. Doris felt a thick log begin to enter her diaper. “And done!” Ricky set the toddler on the ground and turned to Doris. “What is it?”
“I had to poop,” Doris whispered.
“But you don’t anymore?” Ricky asked.
“I’m- I’m pooping right now.”
“Go ahead and finish. I’ll change you after,” Ricky said. He then stood there, waiting. Humiliated, Doris bent her knees into a squat and began to push, grunting with effort, just like the previous toddlers had. Finally, she finished emptying her bowels. She straightened, her diaper sagging under her. “Done?”
“Yes,” Doris squeaked nervously. Ricky picked her up and laid her down on the changing table. Doris could only close her eyes, thoroughly defeated by how quickly she had been reduced.