As if to torment Hailey, the little girl chose that moment to squat down behind the shopping cart and start grunting softly. Hailey lost all pretense of interest in her soda bottle; she couldn’t believe this kid was going to soil her diaper right in front of her. The girl finished fairly quickly, and stood up as if nothing unusual had happened. To the girl, it probably wasn’t unusual, but to Hailey, it was exciting. A new aroma reached Hailey’s nose, confirming the little girl’s deed.
The incident, and particularly the smell, caused Hailey to realize that her own bowels could stand to be emptied. I could do like that kid, and poop my pants in this line too, she mused, and held the idea for a moment. She could probably get away with squatting down, pretending to be looking at something on a low shelf of the impulse buy rack, and she knew that she could poop without grunting. The smell could be an issue, but the store was crowded enough that it would probably be hard to pinpoint who it was coming from, maybe… Hailey wasn’t sure about that. She was sure, though, that her mess would be visible through her reasonably tight shorts, so she really wouldn’t be able to hide her accident. And where would she clean up, anyway?