Before Leah can decide between the two bad options, she lets out a loud fart. Her eyes widen as a mushy, smelly mess fills the back of her soaked underwear. She bursts into sobs. Rita looks shocked.
"Leah, did you just mess yourself?" she whispers. Leah nods, still crying. Rita chews on her lip. "All right. Come here."
Rita leads Leah to a secluded corner of the park and tells her to wait there. Leah nods again. She sits down without thinking, spreading the mess.
Rita returns with a full diaper bag.
"I figured you wouldn't want to walk past the bathroom lines to be changed," she says, pulling out a changing mat covered in the park's logo. Everything in the diaper bag, including the bag itself, has the park logo plastered all over it. Leah doesn't resist as Rita lays her down on the mat and removes her clothes to change her like a baby.
"You must've spent a fortune on that," Leah says between sobs. "I'm sorry!"
"Oh, please. This was just an excuse to get a diaper bag to keep at home. You're not my only niece still potty training," Rita says dismissively. Before Leah knows it, she's been taped into a big, fluffy diaper and dressed in a onesie patterned with the park's various mascots. "This came with the bag. You don't need to use it if you don't want to," Rita says. She pops a pacifier into Leah's mouth. Leah suckles on it instinctively, already calming down.
Leah's eyelids slowly drift shut and, worn out by the stress of her accidents, she falls asleep before Rita has packed things back into the diaper bag. When Leah wakes up, she's in...