Sure enough her recent meal had triggered her digestive system to clear some room. She needed to make a poopie, and she needed to make it soon. She wanted to hold it in but her sphincter muscle seemed to have lost all its tone. She couldn’t seem to clamp down at all. She really did need this diaper after all, she had lost all control. That was a painful fact to admit.
A knocking at the door distracted Rachel from her dread for a second. The Mamas looked up and Sara glanced at the clock. “Do you think it’s her?” she queried.
“Hello, hello, hello!” Joy’s voice called from the front foyer, answering Sara’s question.
“Hi Joy, we’re in the kitchen!” Amanda called out.