"Yes, please," Leah mumbles. She gets to her feet, only for her bowels to rumble again. Her face turns red as more poop is explosively ejected into her diaper.
"Oh, let me know when you're done," Rita says. Leah merely grunts in response, pushing out another log. Then another. And another.
Leah grunts again, bending her knees, desperately trying to get this over with. It's like her breakfast skipped digestion and went straight into her colon. How is she producing this much poop?
A fifth log pinches off. Not trusting that it's the last of her feces, Leah pushes again. She lets out an enormous fart as mush erupts from her butt. She pushes experimentally a few more times, but it seems like she's finally emptied.
Leah straightens with a sigh. Only to feel something trickling down her leg. She looks down and yelps. Her diaper is leaking!
"Done?" Rita asks. Leah nods. Rita picks her up and rushes her to the bathroom. All Leah can do is lay back, exhausted from her marathon of pooping, while Rita cleans her up and tapes her into a fresh diaper. Rita vanishes to throw Leah's now dirty pajama bottoms in the wash and returns with a diaper cover.
"After you leaked, I thought this would be a good idea," she says. Leah's bowels rumble again. She lets out a tiny shart.
"Yeah, it probably is," Leah agrees. Rita pulls the diaper cover over Leah's diaper. "But my bottoms barely fit over just a diaper. And they were stretchy! I don't think any of my clothes would fit over a diaper and diaper cover!"
"Well..." Rita says slowly. She pauses when Leah makes a face. The teen grunts, pushing out a quiet fart and tiny amount of mush. Leah sighs and nods at Rita to continue. "I have a suggestion for you."