Leah took a deep breath as she steeled herself, knowing that she was about to do something risky as she clenched her butt with all that she had. She awkwardly hopped off the toilet, trying to move her body as little as possible; already, her butt felt exhausted, and she did not want to test her endurance further. The door was only a few feet away, but it felt like a mile. She placed one leg in front of the other, holding her breath with each movement. Her body was screaming at her by the time she inched over to the door. She shoved it forward a little too hard, closing it but making an audible thunk. With a twist, the lock was in place. She felt relief flood her as her privacy was secured, then immediately regretted it as felt her hold slacken enough to let something slip. Thinking fast, she maneuvered her butt over her opened diaper, allowing the log that escaped to land in the middle of it. Learning her lesson, she kept her butt clench tight as iron until she was once again on the toilet. The sigh of relief she let out coincided with a lengthy toot that she didn't even have the energy to be embarrassed about. The whole situation was so...stupid. She put so much effort into closing a door so her dirty diaper wasn't on display, doing something that was effortless to her weeks before. She didn't want to believe Tina was right---that her potty training getting worse---but it was impossible to deny.
Leah let out (what she hoped was) the last of her bowel movement, finally allowing herself to relax. After wiping herself thoroughly (she's not used to having poop spread everywhere), she looked in the bowl as she flushed to see what didn't even amount to a major bowel movement. Despite it feeling like it took forever, she was just releasing tiny logs that felt incredibly difficult to hold back, leaving what amounted to a slightly larger bowel movement than her average. Her bowel control has never felt so weak! Was she sick, or was her control just that bad by now? Leah whined, wondering how to move forward.