As much as she wanted to enjoy the park, Leah had to contest with eventually making another poopy diaper. She already felt embarrassed as is, but...maybe she can put her thoughts aside and just focus on having fun. Afterall, it's not strange for a toddler to poop herself, right? No one would think less of her. And Rita has been supportive and non-judgmental, as well as quick to change her in private. Maybe, just maybe...she can focus on fun, and not her stomach.
"Let's stay. I wanna have fun, even if I have to do so in diapers." Leah stated. Rita gave a surprised, but impressed look.
"Well, if you're sure! Just tell me when you feel the need to go, and-"
Leah let out an 'eep' as she interrupted Rita with some gurgling wind. Leah threw both hands to her behind, and besides a little bit of stickiness between her cheeks, sighed in relief that she didn't have another accident.
"It's fine, I'm clean." Leah said with a blush, realizing she was going to have to get used to that. Rita gave a nod.
"Alright. Well, where should we go?"
"I kind of want to see the different attractions. I think they had a world fair here? That should be fun."
"Alright, lead the way."
Leah started waddling ahead, trying to find a way to walk with the new bulk between her legs and not make a racket with the crinkling. She was rewarded was a 5 second long fart that grew loud enough to get some of the other guest's attention, and a bit of mess escaping her ass. Leah's face turned red as the people just smiled, no doubt only seeing a little toddler being a farty pants. Deciding that being noiseless was impossible, Leah settled into a slight waddle, already questioning he decision to stay.
She was almost tempted to ask Rita to get a stroller because, damn the humiliation, it would make her life a little easier. She had to move so much slower, yet still felt like she was putting in extra effort. Her noisy crinkling was frequently accompanied by her noisy behind, as series of uncontrollable, bubbly farts kept escaping. They were always wet too, but Leah found some comfort in not caring too much; if it were panties, they'd be ruined, but in a diaper it's fine. There's a little bit of poop in her pants by the time she gets halfway, but not enough to need a change. Sweating, smelling like crap, and feeling more embarrassed than she's ever felt in her life, she turns to Rita and...