Leah wakes up when a cramp ripples through her abdomen. A small fart escapes from her. She sucks urgently on her pacifier for comfort. Another pooping session is minutes away, if that.
"All right, we're home!" Rita says. The car comes to a stop in the driveway. Leah quickly gets out of the car. She stumbles slightly when she lands on the pavement. Her tenuous grip on her bladder fails, flooding her diaper with pee. But as long as she can make it to the toilet in time for the grand finale, she'll be happy.
Leah hurries up to the front door, only to wait for Rita to unlock it. Small farts (at least, Leah hopes they're farts) escape from her while she waits to get inside and then, once inside, sprints for the bathroom. She gets to the bathroom. The end is in sight!
Then, mere feet away from the toilet, Leah lets out another fart. But this time, it's not just a fart. Mush fills her diaper, closely followed by a log beginning to slowly exit.
Leah takes another step, then another. But finally she caves into the cramps, just like in the gift shop, and bends her knees to push.
Rita finds Leah a step away from the toilet, her face red with effort as she pushes another mess into her diaper. When the log finally exits, it's followed by another round of mush. Leah can't help but wonder what she ate to be having these sorts of bowel movements.
Leah's bowel movement finally ends. She looks up at her aunt.
"I need a new diaper," she whispers around her pacifier. Rita nods.
"Yes, you do. But that's not the only change you need." Rita carries Leah away to the changing table in Leah's bedroom.
"What do you mean?" Leah asks.
"After your displays today, something more than just your diaper needs to be changed. And I know exactly what it is."