A new start.....

Thankfully for Christy, she didn't have to face the kids for too much longer after that as the day ended shortly afterward. On the ride home, though, Christy found herself on the wrong end of a stern talking to from Stacy. "That girl's question is exactly why I suggested the diapers to you. I know they're embarrassing, but if we start selectively bending the rules to better suit ourselves they'll stop listening to us."

Christy knew she wasn't wrong, but still, she was fairly certain anybody would have fought against being put back in diapers if they were in her situation. All of this had come up so suddenly and, given the embarrassment the diapers would cause, she didn't need any extra humiliation added to it. However, Stacy's comments brought up a good question in Christy's mind. "They'll definitely stop listening to me if you start treating me like a baby, though. Why even add that as a stipulation?"

It was a fair point, but Stacy didn't seem to need much time to think about it as she quickly spoke up in response. "Because if you're so certain you don't need diapers, but still can't stop pooping your pants like a baby, maybe the embarrassment of being treated like a baby will help motivate you to try harder to make it to the bathroom." She frowned, shrugging her shoulders lightly. "I'm just trying to figure out something to help get you back to normal. I'm sorry if it ends up being embarrassing, but if it works? I think it's worth it. Unless you want to keep pooping your pants every day."

That one got Christy to quiet down quick. She was trying as hard as she could to stop having accidents but even she had to admit that it wasn't getting any better. In fact, it was actually getting worse given how often she was pooping her pants now. She wasn't sure the embarrassment would work like Stacy was suggesting it would, but. She didn't exactly have a lot of options available if she couldn't stop the accidents on her own. Stacy had experience with helping kids potty train due to her time as a babysitter, so she'd just have to trust that Stacy knew what she was doing with this.

The following week or so continued on about the same as things had been going. Christy was still having no luck making it to the bathroom on time and her potty training chart was now filled with frowny faces for the days it had covered thus far. It wasn't for lack of trying, however, as Christy had attempted to make it to the bathroom on numerous occasions with varying degrees of progress before her inevitable accident. That day where she'd gotten to the toilet remained the closest she'd gotten, but she continued trying all the same.

On one particularly slow-going day at the daycare, Christy had been spending most of the time that wasn't spent helping the kids solely focusing on recognizing when she needed to go. She was determined to at least get through one day without an accident, maybe Stacy would recognize it as progress and give her a reprieve in the event one of the children they were helping potty train managed to graduate to big kid underwear before Christy could put together a full 7 days without a messy accident. She wasn't so sure Stacy would give her such a break, but she was beginning to lose hope for any other outcome at this point. She seemed bound for diapers.

Regardless, she continued to pay attention just in case. While this was all going on, though, one of the children in the playroom spoke up. "Miss Christy, I need to go potty!" As she looked over, she recognized the young girl as one of the children that were currently enrolled in the potty training program so she quickly nodded and helped the girl out of the playpen she was in.

As they made their way towards the bathroom, however, Christy recognized the sudden urge from her own bowels that signaled that she needed to go potty too. As they reached the bathroom, she had a bit of a conundrum on her hands. The girl seemed rather **** to go, but she knew she'd be in the same boat in a moment.

After giving it a bit of thought, she opened the door and led the girl in, hoping she could hold it long enough to let the girl go without having an accident as a result. She led the girl to the toilet, helping her pull her pull-up down so she could use the potty. As this was happening, the girl noticed the discomfort on Christy's face, seemingly a bit confused by it. "Are you okay Miss Christy?"

The question put a bit of a blush on Christy's face to go along with her discomfort as she scrambled for a response. "I-I... yeah, I just have to go potty too once you're done."

The girl quickly realized what Christy meant and nodded, sitting on the toilet to go. "Okay, I'll try to hurry then!"

Christy nodded, instinctively holding her bottom in an attempt to hold back another accident. Unfortunately, the cramps were getting worse and the girl wasn't quite done yet. Just as the girl was seemingly finishing up, Christy felt the final cramp hit her bowels, accompanied by the push that signaled another accident. Christy couldn't help but let out a bit of a whimper as a warm mess filled the seat of her pull-up once again, mushily spreading across her bottom. Not long after, she felt the warmth spread between her legs too as her bladder emptied into the pull-up as well. The little girl watched on as she hopped off the toilet, realizing what was going on due to Christy's posture and expression.

As Christy finally began to move, the little girl seemed to frown. "I-I'm sorry Miss Christy, I guess I didn't go fast enough..."

Christy responded to that rather kind comment by shaking her head. She was grateful that the girl wasn't making fun of her, given the reactions the other kids had to her problem, and didn't want to make her feel guilty about what happened. "Oh, um, don't worry about it. It's my fault, I shoulda went earlier." She nodded, her cheeks a bright red as she took responsibility for her accident. Pooping her pants in front of one of the kids was humiliating, but she wasn't about to go blaming it on them.

The girl seemed to nod understandingly, before looking towards the door. "Well, I'll go get Miss Stacy for you so she can help!" With that, she ran off down the hallway, leaving Christy standing in the bathroom for the time being.

Before long, the girl returned with Stacy in tow. As Stacy stepped into the room, she motioned for the girl to head back to the playroom before stepping over to Christy. She let out a bit of a sigh as she got closer, quickly noticing the smell that verified the little girl's story and simply stating. "Come on, let's go get you cleaned up."

With that, the two of them moved to the changing room where Stacy helped clean Christy's messy bottom before slipping her into a fresh pull-up. From there she led her back out into the playroom, motioning for her to go back to work. Christy seemed to hesitate, looking back at her for a moment. "N-No mark on the potty chart?" She asked, keeping her voice down a bit for her own privacy.

Stacy simply smiled and shook her head, giving a quick glance over at the potty training chart. "Nope. You had an accident, but only because you were helping one of the kids. For that one excuse, I think it's only fair to give you a pass." She chuckled. "Just don't expect to **** that."