"That's quite the story," Rusty commented once Marshall had finished. Marshall nodded, his mouth now dry from just how much he'd talked. "Well, I think we can get you back to normal. We just need to..." Marshall stopped listening to Rusty. He had acutely become aware of a strong, specific feeling. It was one he knew he should recognize, but in his reduced state, couldn't. Hunger, maybe?
An urge to push overtook Marshall. He pulled his knees as high up as he could and pushed. There was a small fart.
"Uh-oh, is someone making a stinky?" Rusty teased. Marshall frowned. It was just a fart. He opened his mouth to say so, but all that came out was a grunt as he pushed again. His eyes boggled. Something much more than just a fart had come out with that push!
"Thowwy," Marshall lisped. He could feel his face turning red, both from effort as he continued to push and embarrassment. And why wouldn't he be embarrassed? He was shitting himself!
Rusty continued to walk through the halls, unperturbed by Marshall slowly filling his diaper with poop. After what felt like years, Marshall finally finished. He sighed in relief, then used his new equipment as he wet his messy diaper.
"You finished faster than I expected," Rusty commented.
"Awe you kidding? It took fowevew!" Marshall whined. Rusty chuckled and patted his head.
"Nah, I've seen worse. But you'll have to wait in that dirty diaper for a bit before I change you."
"What you wooking fow?" Marshall asked.
"I spotted a bedroom earlier. It had protective charms on the door. Strong ones. I figure it's where we can sleep tonight, to keep anything else from happening to you."
"But..."
"I'm tired. You're tired and smelly," Rusty pointed out. Marshall shifted, uncomfortable in his used diaper. "We can't do anything else tonight. We'll regroup in the morning."
It wasn't like he had a choice. Marshall was completely vulnerable to whatever adult he came across. He sighed.
"Otay."
"Great!" Rusty came to a stop in front of a door. "Perfect timing, here it is!" Marshall wrinkled his nose. The charms were strong, like Rusty had said. So strong in fact that Marshall was getting a headache looking at them.
They crossed the threshold into the room. Marshall sighed happily. It felt so much calmer, instantly.
"Think this is a good place to sleep?" Rusty asked. Marshall nodded. "Great. I'll change you and then we can snuggle in bed together. You're too small to sleep in a full size bed in your own!"
Within fifteen minutes, Marshall was changed into a fresh diaper, left only in that, as Rusty didn't think his clothes were good for sleeping, and brought into the room's large bed with Rusty. Marshall snuggled against Rusty's chest, feeling safe and comfortable. And looking forward to the morning, when they could make a plan.
During the night...