While Nazara had been going over her memories she hadn’t noticed or felt her stomachs rumbling and was completely blindsided by a building pressure in her bowels. Nazara gasped as she began to feel the pressure and futilely began to try and hold it but her younger body simply didn’t have the proper training to hold back for more than few seconds. Soon she began to push as warmth filled her diaper.
“My potty training…,” Nazara said as she felt the warmth of her diapers mess. Nazara could scarcely believe that she had actually messed herself even if she couldn’t recall when exactly she knew she had been potty trained.
Nazara was so shocked she didn’t even notice herself fall into a sitting position until she felt the warm mess smush on her butt. She had been expecting to feel a sense of disgust but strangely she felt nothing of the sort. Curious she began poking the diaper feeling her mess smush as the diaper crinkled she was surprised by her burst of giggles.
“No! Nod a baby,” Nazara lisped as she shook her head desperate to regain control of herself.