Marshall didn’t want to risk being caught in this state, and if he went off to try to find someone, or worse, tried to follow the two figures, the odds of being caught were high. Hurriedly, he turned around and rushed back towards the nursery. Thankfully, he recalled well exactly where it was.
His heart pounding in his chest, Marshall arrived back at the nursery. He closed the door behind him and stood on his tip toes to lock it. That done, he sat down on the floor, trying to catch his breath. Once calmed down, he realized that his diaper was thoroughly dampened by the accident caused by his fright earlier.
“Gweat, I need new diapy,” Marshall muttered, frustrated. He removed his overalls and wet diaper, wiped himself down with some baby wipes, and then taped a fresh diaper on. Only after he had successfully diapered himself again did he realize that he probably should have used the training potty in the corner to make sure he was truly empty. But everything that had happened was catching up to him, and he was too tired to remove his diaper and then put it back on.
Yawning, Marshall decided to call it quits for the night. In the morning, he’d have a better idea of where to go next. He gathered as many blankets and pillows as he could reach, arranging them into a nest. He then removed his T-shirt and pulled on a soft blue onesie. Now ready for bed, he climbed into his nest and fell asleep.
Marshall’s nap was short-lived, however, as not long after falling asleep, he was awoken by someone struggling with the door. He grabbed his bag of supplies, searching for something he could use to defend himself. Fear coursed through him, and warmth began to spread through his diaper yet again. He held his breath as…