No more than a couple minutes had passed when Jinny’s thoughts were interrupted by rumblings in her gut. As if to spur on the decision, her body was now telling her of a suddenly increasing need; a need that was the very subject of her contemplation. The act would probably win the bet, but was it worth it? Jinny wasn’t sure if she wanted to win such a pyrrhic victory. But then, considering all the embarrassment that she had already gone through, what was the point if victory could not be secured? Her sacrifice would be in vain. She would have liked to ponder this some more, to play out the scenarios in her head; but unfortunately, she didn’t have the time for that.

She rose to a kneeling position as her insides shifted drastically. The new urgency brought sudden discomfort. Some quiet flatulence escaped as she knelt; granting only temporary relief. She sat on the heels of her feet, using the pressure to reinforce her control.

“Briiieee!” She whined, clenching tightly.

“What is it, baby?” Brie didn’t look up from her coloring book.

“Briiieee!” Jinny called, louder this time. “C’mere Brie!”

“Alright, I’m coming.” Brie huffed, slapping down a crayon. “What is it, baby Jinny?”

Jinny raised up, more gas escaped. “Poopy!” She whined desperately. She decided to stay in character, hoping to add to the effect.

Brie caught the scent and reeled, taking a step back. “What!?” She gasped. Her eyes going wide.

“Poopy, Brie; poooopy!” Jinny waddled forward on her knees.

“Oh hell no.” Brie mouthed, backing away.

Jinny held her arms out.

Brie backed up against the couch.

“You’re gonna change me, right Brie?” Jinny added in a childishly sweet voice.

“Eww, no way!”

Jinny farted loudly this time; she knew that there was no more gas after this. “But Briiieee!” Pooooopy!”

Brie only shook her head.

Jinny made a pouting face. This was it; the moment of truth.

“Why did you poop!?” Brie leaned forward, and pointed an accusing finger at Jinny. “’Dat’s di’gusting!”

Jinny stopped, not sure if she heard Brie correctly.

“You’re nasty!” Brie continued. “Get your stinky, poopy, diaper away from me!”

It suddenly dawned on Jinny that Brie thought she had already pooped; and furthermore, Brie wasn’t planning on changing her. On the brink of messing herself, Jinny had won. She clamped down with all her strength; she had to be sure.

“You’re not gonna change me?” She asked innocently.

“No!”

“For real?” Jinny put on her best ‘sad puppy dog’ expression.

“No, dammit!” Brie yelled.

“So that means you can’t handle babysitting a two year old?” Jinny was in front of the couch now; grinning widely. “So you lost the bet?”

“Yes, whatever! I don’t care!” This was too much, Brie decided. No late bedtime, or any amount of candy or grown-up movies was worth sticking her fingers in that. She sunk into the couch, trying to get away from Jinny and her mess.

“So if I win, that means you’ll do what I say without complaining or arguing?” Jinny clenched hard, the thrill of victory gave her a boost in confidence and strength.

“YES!” Brie threw a cushion at her, but missed. “I’ll do whatever you want; I don’t wanna be a babysitter no more!”

Jinny lowered her voice to a menacing growl. “Do you know what I’ll do to you if you back on your word?”