With no one around watching her, Laura decides on a whim to take out the dice and inspect them. As she grabs them from their protective case, one tumbles free of her clumsy toddler fingers. She moans as the die lands on the best option, a one, and the familiar voice informs her that she's now three.
Thankfully, her clothes still fit her. Either she's a large three-year-old or was a small four-year-old. Likely the latter.
Laura quickly puts the dice back in the case, silently cursing herself for following the urge to look at them. Why did she do that? She knows why. Her impulse control and reasoning are getting worse the longer she's a child. She's slipping more and more into a childlike mindset. She needs to get to the magic shop fast.
A cramp ripples through her abdomen. Laura quickly gets to her feet. There's an employee nearby she can ask for help at the potty. But she only takes a few steps before she feels something foreign enter her training pants. Her knees bend into an instinctive squat.
Laura tries to resist, but it's pointless. The poop entering her training pants can't be stopped. Devastated, Laura does the next best thing and actively pushes, trying to end it as quickly as possible.
The employee hears her grunting and comes over. Laura's face burns with humiliation as an adult watches her poop her pants. After what feels like hours, she finally finishes. The mess presses uncomfortably against her butt. Laura mutely allows the employee to bring her to the changing table. She knows what's coming for her, but can't help protesting a bit when the employee pulls out a fresh diaper.
"No, I don't need diapy!" Laura begs in her toddler speech. The employee shrugs.
"Sorry, sweetie. Rules are rules. You pooped, so you get a diaper for a week." The employee wipes Laura down, lifts her butt, and tapes the diaper on. She then redresses Laura.
Laura is placed on the floor, her butt thoroughly cushioned, her ability to walk impeded by the thickness of her diaper, and with a visible diaper bulge around her waist.
Just as Laura thinks this couldn't get any worse, she realizes what time it is. Work is over. The daycare will be closing soon. And Laura has no one to pick her up.