Leah pushes. Her eyes widen as, instead of warmth flooding her diaper, she feels a completely different sensation. A log has begun to enter her diaper. She thought she needed to pee, not poop! A poopy diaper is much worse to deal with than a wet one!
But now that she's started, she can't stop. Leah grunts with force, trying to get it over with. Her grunts attract some attention, however.
"Mommy, that little girl is pooping!" says the child in line behind them.
"She has a diaper on. She's not potty trained yet," the mom replies. Leah's face burns with embarrassment. She bends her knees deeper, pushing even harder, grunting even louder.
Finally, after what feels like years, Leah finishes. She straightens with a sigh of relief. She can feel her full diaper sagging under her. Rita looks down at her.
"I thought you needed to pee," she says.
"I thought so, too," Leah replies. The smell reaches her nose. It's quite unpleasant, as is having her diaper full of feces. It's almost enough to make her want to get a change, but they'd lose their spot in line.