Twenty minutes have passed when Leah feels pressure growing in her abdomen. She lets out a small fart. Ms. Franco grins at her evilly.
“Oh, did I forget to mention?” Ms. Franco asks casually. She holds out a small plastic bottle for Leah to look at. According to the label on the bottle, it contains liquid laxative, guaranteed to cause bowel movements within a half hour. “I dipped your new binky in this.”
“What?!” Leah squeaks around the pacifier. Ms. Franco laughs softly. “Why?”
“You’ve been fooling yourself and others into thinking you’re a big girl for years now. I knew the moment you were my student that you didn’t deserve to be out of diapers.” Ms. Franco holds up a diaper. “Don’t worry, I have it ready for you once you mess yourself like the baby you are.”
Leah does her best to hold it in. But the laxative is extra-strength. She can only keep it back for so long. She lets out a few more farts, each one growing in noise and smell, before finally her control fails. With the loudest fart yet, her bowels rumble and empty into her training pants. Leah’s eyes water from the horrible stench.
“Did we have an accident?” asks one of the counselors.
“Yes,” Ms. Franco replies. “A little girl whose mother put her in training pants too soon.”
“Great,” the counselor sighs. “Well, we’re almost there, so she’ll just have to wait.” As the ride continues, Leah feels her bladder beginning to twinge as well. She crosses her legs, determined to not have another accident. Ms. Franco notices.
“Don’t hold it in,” Ms. Franco whispers to her. “It’s not healthy for little girls like you to hold it in. And you’re already back in diapers for the entirety of camp thanks to messing yourself.” Leah caves. She pees, flooding her already dirty training pants with urine. “Good girl.”
The bus comes to a stop. They’ve arrived at camp. Leah’s fate has been determined. She will be diapered the entire time she’s at Camp Bumblebee. All she can do now is wait to be changed into her first diaper in years.