Lana:

The cramps had started and soon overpowered my bottom. I couldn't hold it any longer. Poo pushed out of me like an ice cream dispenser. I actually felt better once it was over but it totally grossed me out about being forced to soil a diaper. I tried to lie still and not cause the mess to shift. It was icky enough.

It didn't take long for my bladder to harass me, too. All that soda was bursting to get out. I tried to release a little pressure but once I started, I couldn't stop. I felt ashamed of how quickly she forced me into this. My eyes were closed until I heard the opening door. I didn't otherwise move a muscle.

Trisha lowered the crib rail and sat on the bed with me as she stroked my bald head, “Sweet, sweet baby girl, you have been so good. You used your diaper. Mommy is proud of you. After her bath, Zoey will become your big sister but right now I have to change her. I will be back for you shortly.”

She left. She knew I was in a disgusting diaper, one she made me wear and made me use. How long would she leave me like this? Could things get any worse? Why was she doing this to me, to us? How was Brent?