As Leah thinks, she feels her gut clench. Just like in the gift shop. That's the only warning she gets before a log slowly begins to enter her diaper. She tries to hold it back or stop it, but gives up quickly. There's no real point. It's going to happen. At least she's wearing a diaper this time.
Without Leah stopping it, the log moves agonizingly slow. She quickly decides that sitting in a messy diaper is better than sitting waiting to finish pooping. Before Rita has even pulled out of the parking spot, Leah brings her knees up to her chest and begins to push.
"Again?" Rita asks. Leah grunts in response. This isn't a good position for pooping. Something that Rita realizes when multiple minutes go by without Leah seemingly making any progress. "Okay, we don't need to drag this out."
Rita turns off the car, gets out, then gets Leah out. She sets Leah on the ground. Leah bends into a deep squat, grunting around her pacifier. Her face turns red with effort, but at least she's finally getting somewhere. After a few seconds of pushing while squatting, the log pinches off.
Leah straightens with a sigh of relief. This mess is far more solid than before, giving her hopes that maybe it's just something she ate or drank, and that it's slowly exiting her system. Once it's out, hopefully everything will go back to what it was. But for now, this is her new normal. She'll just have to get used to using diapers until whatever she had leaves her system.
At least, that what she hopes.
"Okay, we can go now," Leah says. Rita frowns at her. "What?"
"You have a poopy diaper, sweetie. It needs to be changed."
"I'll be fine. And it's not as smelly as before," Leah says. Rita frowns. "Please, can a change wait until we get home?" Leah begs. Rita's frown deepens.