A gnarly gurgle wracked Leah's stomach, an influx of cramps reminding Leah of her own predicament with a ghastly toot. Not only did Rita not heed Leah's warning on the use of prunes, but doubled down on them. She made Leah eat the rest of her curry, then made her eat more in the morning. By now, Leah's bloated as hell, the only thing keeping her from hiding away entirely being 1) the fact that she's dressed as a toddler, and 2) somewhat intrigued by the thought of making an even bigger mess than the last night. She was fine doing it in a toilet like a normal person, but clearly circumstances are preventing her from just sitting on one all day.
The thought that she has a monster of a load looming in front of a hot girl made her hesitant to let it out. However, the noises her stomach were making caught the goth's attention. She finished whatever phone call she had as Leah tried with all her might to keep her bowels in check. It failed, of course. Despite how tightly she squeezed her gluts together, her weakened sphincter could do nothing in the face of such overwhelming gas. Loud toots escaped frequently, making the back of Leah's sundress flutter as her diaper puffed out like a balloon.
"Woah, kid, are you alright?" Becca asked with slight concern. Leah wanted to answer, but a powerful burp flung her pacifier out of her mouth instead. Leah couldn't describe the level of embarrassment she was feeling, and feeling her gut, knew it was about to get worse. A thought briefly occupied her mind, telling her that she should try to make it to the bathroom. Leah knew it was a practice in futility, already feeling the first shart rocket out without a hint of resistance.
"Jeez, you're one hell of a gassy kid. Is this normal?" Becca's tone started to sound more concerned, as Leah felt her body fail her further. She wanted to say no, but wasn't sure that'd make the situation better or worse. As if that was possible, while she was shamefully ripping ass in front of someone so hot. Her muscles and abdomen were screaming at her with how much effort she was using to keep the impending messy accident at bay, but she knew that it wasn't enough. She felt tears in her eyes as a wave of semi-solid mush erupted into her diaper.
"Damn, let's get you to a toilet. Come on!" The goth grabbed Leah's hands, but Leah was still having a hard time moving. She pooped already, so there wasn't a point.
"Hey, don't be embarrassed about that! Come on, I'm an adult and I just used a diaper."
Leah didn't say anything, unable to stop another toot from gurgling out of her messy behind. It was followed by a much louder, much nastier fart that Becca seemed to effortlessly push out. It weirdly made Leah feel better, despite how powerless she felt; the feeling in her stomach wasn't going away, so this was far from the last of her bowel movement. Knowing her body however, it would be interspersed over time. The gaps in time would be too short to justify a change, as Leah would just fill it immediately after, and continue to throughout the day. She might as well explain that to her 'babysitter'.
"Umm, *burp*" And immediately she burps, as if the universe wished to further her humiliation. Luckily, Becca seemed to find it more amusing than gross.
"S-Sorry, I um...I had something that really upsets my stomach. This won't be my only accident, so there's-"
She gets interrupted by another bowel movement, more poop flowing out like water from a hose.
"Ah. Got it. Was it that lady? Um, Rita was it? She's not your mom, right?"
Leah shook her head.
"Yeah, she fed me something that messed up my stomach."
"Tch, figures. That woman seemed clueless." The goth paused as she looked Leah over, making Leah squirm as another toot escaped.
"You know what...?"