Monica toddled forward, one clumsy foot in front of the other, balancing with arms outstretched like little wings. Her movements were slow and wobbly, but she was learning fast. As she explored the playroom, she peeked at the other toddlers giggling, playing, and babbling to each other. Some were drawing at a little table, while others watched a colorful cartoon on the TV. It all looked like so much fun.
But just as Monica was about to reach one of the baby gates in the room, she felt a strange rumble in her tummy. She stopped walking and pressed a tiny hand to her stomach. The sensation came again—like a gurgle, followed by a faint bubbling noise.
“What... was that?” she wondered, blinking in confusion.
A tiny fart escaped her, making her eyes widen in surprise. She looked around, hoping no one noticed. But before she could even think about what to do next, the pressure came back—stronger this time.
Monica stood frozen, unsure. Back when she was an adult, she knew exactly what that feeling meant. But now? Now she was a toddler in a diaper. Did she wait? Was there a potty? Would someone come help?
Before she could answer her own questions, she noticed something. A baby girl nearby, crawling across the floor in a pink onesie, suddenly stopped and began to bend her knees. Her face scrunched up as she grunted softly. A moment later, a smelly odor filled the air, and Monica noticed the back of the girl's diaper puff out ever so slightly.
Then she turned to another toddler girl who was sleeping on the sofa. She started grunting and pushing while suckling on her thumb, until she let out a relieved sigh and a stinky smell filled the air.
Finally, Monica noticed one more girl in a yellow romper who had been playing with stacking rings. The toddler suddenly stopped, turned around, and got into a squat. The girl's face turned red with effort, and she let out a loud grunt as she filled her diaper.
Monica’s eyes went wide. "They’re all... just going in their diapers."
She blinked, a strange sense of realization washing over her. Of course they were. They were babies. They didn’t have to worry about holding it or finding a bathroom. They just... let it happen.
“I guess that’s what I do now, too…” Monica said softly, looking down at her chubby legs and the crinkly diaper wrapped around her. Her tummy gave another louder gurgle, and this time, she knew there was no holding back.
With newfound confidence, Monica started squatting down and started pushing as much as she could. She grunted loudly, her face turning red with effort. Big baby farts escaped her bottom, followed by a warm and mushy sensation as she started making poopies in her diaper.
Her diaper now felt heavy and saggy. Monica also noticed that it had become bigger than before due to her recent mess. The smell was pungent, but she didn't seem to mind. She sucked contentedly on her pacifier, feeling relieved and a bit more comfortable.
As she stood there, Monica began to wonder what she should do next.