"You're going to use the diaper," Tina instructed. Leah immediately felt the diaper grow warm as she obediently peed. "And when I change you, you'll use that one, too. You're using diapers until you can act mature." Tina crossed her arms. "No potties."
Leah scowled at that. No potties? Couldn't Tina ever use regular words? Why did she have to talk like Leah was a toddler all the time?
"I see that expression. Yes, that's right. You can't use the potty anymore, you have to use diapers," Tina said. Leah felt the blood drain from her face. There was a sinking feeling in her gut that she had just lost her potty training, which had already been a bit fragile to begin with. She let out a fart. Something entered her diaper. The blood rushed back to Leah's face to make her blush. That sinking feeling had apparently been more than just her dread at what Tina said.
"Huh." Leah looked up at Tina. Tina seemed surprised. "You, uh, you're going along with this more than I thought you would." Tina picked Leah off the changing station and set her on the ground. "Finish up, little girl."
Though Leah bristled at being called "little girl", she had no choice but to obey. Her knees bent into a squat and she began to actively push, grunting with effort. She just wanted to get this over with. At least her first mess in a diaper had been done with only Tina around as an audience. Leah felt rather sure that her future messes would be in front of others, particularly if Tina continued accidentally controlling her willy-nilly.
After a few minutes, the log finally pinched off and Leah straightened with a sigh of relief. She turned to Tina, ready for her diaper change.