Leah sits in algebra class, glad to finally have the horrible events of the day before behind her. After making it through the rest of yesterday and last night without any further accidents, Tina had reluctantly allowed her to go to school without wearing a diaper or even training pants. But she did insist on Leah bringing some protection with her, as well as a change in clothes. Leah’s not thrilled to have Tina’s faith in her be so destroyed, but she figures she can earn that trust back.
As she listens to her teacher drone on and on about the quadratic formula, Leah feels a familiar pressure in her abdomen. An urgent one. Her hand shoots up. She asks to use the bathroom. The teacher allows her to leave. Leah grabs her bag and rushes out of the classroom, barreling towards the bathroom. The moment she sets foot inside the bathroom, however, she feels a familiar warmth spread throughout her panties. She doesn’t need to look down to confirm what just had happened, but she does anyways. There’s a growing wet spot on the crotch of her jeans.
Leah’s stomach rumbles. She rushes into the closest stall, slams the door closed, and latches it. Just as she does so, she lets out a fart. Without any further warning, her bowels empty. Leah lets out a soft sob. Apparently, Tina was right to be doubtful.
Morose, Leah removes her ruined jeans and panties, wipes herself down with the baby wipes in her backpack, and looks at her options for protection. Tina packed both training pants and diapers. Leah thinks for a few moments before deciding what she’ll wear.