Only a few bites into breakfast, Leah feels her stomach grumble again. But... it's not her stomach, she realizes, as a small fart escapes her. Another fart, this one louder, sounds. Then a third, even louder than the first two. Leah knows what's coming. The only question is how quickly.
"Umm, gotta use the bathroom!" Leah blurts out quickly. She jumps from the chair. Another fart tears through her. She hurries to the bathroom as fast as her diaper will allow, farting the entire way.
Her spirits soar as she closes in on the bathroom. The door is open, she can see the toilet. But her digestive system moved too fast for her this time. A thunderous fart escapes, accompanied by a load of mushy poop. Leah tries to take another step, but cramps are now rippling through her abdomen, keeping her squatting in place.
A step outside the bathroom, Leah stares longingly at the toilet as she fills her diaper to the brim.
"Sorry, Leah, but the diaper will stay," Rita's voice says. Leah looks over. Rita is watching her. "I didn't tell you earlier, but you dirtied your diaper twice during the night. You clearly need protection, to have had three messy accidents in such short time."
"But..." Leah grunts as her body, despite her attempts to stop it, pushes out another log. "I almost made it!"
"Almost won't keep my carpet clean."
"Please, can't we figure out some sort of compromise?" Leah begs. Rita purses her lips. After a second, she sighs.
"Fine. You can do diapers at night and training pants during the day. But under one condition."