Leah scurries to the door, hand gripping her behind. She can already feel the squishy mess in her diaper, and the rest of the bowel movement tapping at the door. She feels her cheeks darkening---having a messy accident in her sleep is humiliating after trying to prove she doesn't need diapers. She's just glad she woke up in time to stop it from getting worse. She tries to sneak carefully through the hall, confident that she can keep herself from further soiling her diaper. That confidence comes into question when a sudden cramp runs through her, forcing her to stop in her tracks. She has to focus on clenching as tight as she can to keep everything in, feeling a flux of pain she's not used to having. She can't keep back a rather loud fart that echoes through the hallway, and leaves a little extra in her diaper. Leah's whole face goes red as any hopes of being silent were dashed. She waddles awkwardly towards the bathroom, ability to hold dwindling fast. She flings the door open, not bothering to close it. It takes all she has to rip off her diaper and plant her ass on the toilet before her butt explodes. Except...it's not an explosion. It's a log that smoothly slips out, followed by several others. It's just a normal bowel movement, no more violent or large than something she experiences almost every day. Why was it so hard to hold? That...had been too close. Leah groaned in dismay at how much it took her to make it to the toilet on time. Eyes trailing onto the diaper on the ground, she realized she technically didn't; her messy diaper lay bare on the ground next to the open door for all the world to see. She eyes widen as she makes for the door, but feels another cramp forcing more poop into the toilet. She's still pooping, but the door is open! Leah decides to...