My bowels made a loud rumbling sound and I quickly clutched my stomach, trying to hold the onslaught of mess in. I knew if I didn’t get to a bathroom soon, this would end up in my diaper.
At first I was debating if it was even worth asking with how invested Hannah had gotten, but I decided I’d rather ask than be forced to mess myself. “Uhm, m-mommy…” I asked, hesitantly. “Yes sweetie?” Hannah asked innocently, as if she didn’t know what was obviously going on. “I need to… go potty…” I said, still trying to maintain my best babyish lisp to entertain the kids. Krista simply giggled while Hannah had a stern look on her face. “You’re a baby, babies don’t ask to go potty, they go in their diapers!” Hannah commanded.
“B-But Han… Mommy! I need to go… Uhm, number two…” I admitted, as if me clutching my stomach wasn’t an obvious give away for what was happening. “No fussing, baby Emily, you go in your diaper like the little baby you are!” Hannah commanded. I whimpered as my bowels gurgled more aggressively. I really didn’t want to soil this diaper but what else could I do?
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