“Tina!” Leah said in relief, standing up. Her stepmother stood before her, visibly upset. “I’m so happy to see you!”
“You’re lucky that I managed to track you down,” Tina scolded. “What did I tell you about stranger danger?”
“I wasn’t-”
“And didn’t you even try to tell them you weren’t a baby?”
“Yes! A lot of times!”
“I doubt that. No daycare worker worth their salt would mistake you for a baby if you spoke,” Tina said, shaking her head. She crossed her arms. “But judging by the state of your diaper, I guess I’m not surprised this charade went on for so long.”
“What?” Leah looked down at her diaper. She gasped. It was visibly yellowed. During her nap, she had somehow managed to wet herself! “How did that happen?”
“Guess you’re not ready for big girl panties, sweetie. I’ll grab you a pair of training pants to put on and some clothes, then we can go home,” Tina said.
“Training pants?!”
“Clearly, you can’t be trusted to hold it. I’m not going to have pee all over the inside of my car. I’ll be right back.” Tina walked away. The mean daycare worker walked up to Leah, smirking.
“You’re really a teen, huh?” the worker asked. Leah crossed her arms, not responding. “Bet you’ve gotta go number two, don’t you?” Leah’s bowels rumbled loudly, answering for her. “How about this? You quickly make a poop, and I’ll change you into some training pants before your stepmom gets back.” The pressure in Leah’s abdomen was increasing by the second. She didn’t trust the daycare worker, but she didn’t really have a choice.
Leah bent her knees into a squat and began to push. It was surprisingly easy to override her potty training. Without much effort, a thick log began to enter her diaper. Leah grunted with effort, bending her knees even lower. She let out a loud fart. Her bowels fully emptied.
“Okay, change me now,” Leah said. The daycare worker smirked.
“Not gonna happen, poopy-pants.”
“What?!” Leah yelped. Tina walked back. She gasped.
“Leah, did you mess yourself?”
“I- I was-”
“Miss, I saw it all,” the daycare worker said. “She didn’t even say anything to me, she just squatted and grunted. Like she either wanted to do it or couldn’t help herself.”
“Either way, it looks like you belong in diapers instead,” Tina said. The daycare worker handed her a fresh one. “Oh, thank you!”
“No problem.” The daycare worker smirked at Leah one last time before walking away. Tina picked Leah up out of the playpen.
“Honestly, Leah, I can’t believe you. Wetting and messing yourself? At fifteen? Unacceptable. You’re going to be in diapers for the foreseeable future.”
Faced with the prospect of being diapered, Leah…