Leah doesn't know how to change a dirty diaper. And this is a very dirty diaper. It's so full that when she stands straight, she staggers a bit, thrown off by the weight of her mess in the diaper. She can't go back to sleep like this.
With a sad sigh, Leah opens the door and begins the toddle of shame to Rita's room. She can't walk normally, due to the load in her diaper. She has to walk like a baby. Like the baby she appears to be. Just outside the door to her aunt's room, Leah pauses. She might as well go number one now. She bends into a squat and pees without any pushback from her potty training.
Leah opens the door and waddles up to Rita. She pushes her aunt awake. Rita opens her eyes. Her nose twitches.
"Oh, you went poopy again?" Rita asks. Leah frowns. Again? "All right, let's get you changed." Leah doesn't have time to think about what her aunt said before she's brought to a changing table and laid on her back. "Wow, you really packed this thing!" Leah blushes, but part of her feels almost...proud to have made such a mess?
While Rita is wiping Leah down, the energy and effort she spent filling her diaper comes back to bite her. She yawns widely, suddenly exhausted. Before Rita has even taped on her new diaper, Leah is asleep.
Leah wakes up the next day, painfully aware of two things. First, she's wearing a wet diaper and nothing else. Second, she's in...