"Oh, that's a potty face if I ever saw one. You really aren't potty trained."
Leah grimaced as the statement rattled around her head, only re-enforcing what's already there. Curse Tina, always with babies on the brain. What kind of person thinks someone's just 'becomes' unpotty trained? Someone who really wants her in diapers, that's who.
"Of course I'm potty trained, Tina! You just-"
"This is potty trained to you?"
"I mean-"
"Leah, I don't think you know what potty training is."
Leah blinked once, twice, the world feeling unstable. She didn't know what...what was? She was pooping her pants and she shouldn't be, that much she knew. But...what was the alternative? The thing she just had? Did she just have it?
"Leah, you're making such a mess! Oh, I wish I knew about this sooner. Come, let's go to the bathroom to get you cleaned up. Clearly you need diapers. I knew all those skid marks and wet sheets were more than a few accidents. Oh Leah, right in the middle of the store too."
Leah blushed at the mention of her little accidents. Wetting the bed and letting out a shart are one thing, but...what else were you supposed to do?
Tina took Leah to the private family bathroom. She felt incredibly embarrassed, and like she needed to ask Tina to undo something, but...what was it? She looked into the corner of the room and saw a strange machine. It looked so strange, and clearly had a use, but...Leah couldn't imagine what it was.
"What's that?" She askes cautiously. Tina looks at the machine, then turns back to Leah in concern.
"You mean the @#$%&*?" She asked. Leah shook her head, unsure if her ears heard right.
"What was that?"
"A @#$%&*. Leah...you know what a @#$%&* is, right?" Tina looked at her with actual concern, and Leah was starting to freak out. She had no idea what that thing was, or what Tina was saying. Did...did this get erased from Leah's mind? If only Tina didn't ask that as a question.
"Uh, yeah." She answered with no confidence. She felt a fresh batch of pee run down her leg as she just...let go. She shouldn't be, she knows, but...she can't think of what else to do.
"Just how little $%^&%$ $%^&*(&%$%^& do you have?"
Okay, now Tina's just making words up.
"I don't know?" She says, unsure how to answer.
"But you were just saying outside- Leah, what is going on with you? Is this a stress response?"
"No, Tina, it's- I have to-" Leah grunted and squatted, a sputtering fart that shocked her exiting her ass, and if w pat on her butt is anything to go by, quite a bit of poop. This was bad. Should Leah tell Tina? How can she fix this if she doesn't know what to fix?