Leah awoke in a haze, one that never really left her since she first started sucking on that pacifier. She would go so far as to call it a trance, one so strong that she can even acknowledge it's a trance without affecting it. It was, in a word, wonderful. The world felt so simple all of a sudden, with no worries or problems weighing her down. If Leah were more knowledgeable, she would know this phenomenon as 'Little Space', something she unlocked on accident after doing a number of incredibly infantile things all in a row. Now that she was here, she was not so keen on leaving.
She was in such a nice, deep sleep, something she needed after her horrid day, when she was pulled back into consciousness. Leah look through the window, spotting a stop sign. She briefly wondered if that had something to do with waking up before a grumble ran through her stomach. Oh. That. She squirmed in annoyed discomfort, accidentally releasing a dull fart.
"Oh, do you need to potty?" Rita asked. Leah just grunted in response, too tired and too relaxed to try and answer any differently.
"Is that a yes? Should I stop somewhere?"
The question was attempting to pierce through her trance, causing her to respond with two grunts in clearly negative connotation. In little speak, she said no.
"Okay, if you say so." Rita responded, not even trying to disguise her disbelief. That left Leah with her tommy problem, one she was keen on ignoring. There's a tiny voice in the back of her head, a more lucid mind warning her that she's about to make the same mistake again. The stomach pains, the grumbling, the farts, she all remembers what those mean, right? What might happen if she ignores them? However, Leah's mind didn't want to know. It clearly didn't help earlier, why would it help now? Still the voice was loud and getting louder as the pressure grew, letting another dull fart escape. In the trance, however, consciousness was what she made it, and she wanted it out. She pushed all the warning signs and worries back out of her head, and unintentionally reorganized her brain. The awareness and pain faded into nothing, allowing Leah to relax. Her sphincter, trained to tense when waste built up for most of the teen's life, was now asked to relax and not get in the way. The bowel movement that followed proved to be peaceful, soft enough to ease through, but not so soft that it feels icky. It felt like she made her own stinky pillow.
"Oh Leah, not again." Rita said in dismay, but not surprise. Leah ignored her and closed her eyes, now feeling far more relaxed than before and falling into a deep sleep. So deep, in fact, that she didn't wake when they got back. Rita gave her a change, put her in pajamas, and laid her in bed, all with her staying sound asleep. Within that slumber, however, she subconsciously acknowledged her clean behind, and preceded to refill it. She smiled in her sleep, content once again at the return of her stinky pillow. When morning came, and Leah woke from the greatest sleep she's had in years, she's...