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"Alright, we need to go get you changed." She gently pushed Christy towards the door before turning back to the kids, "I'm going to be watching through the mirror on the door, so if any of you need anything just let me know." With that she quickly ushered Christy to the changing room, leaving the door open so she could see back into the playroom.

She guided Christy to the changing table, having her lay down on it so she could get her cleaned up more easily. "I'll try to make this quick." She got no response from Christy at this point, who was seemingly doing everything she could not to break down into tears after that ordeal. She simply laid still as Stacy pulled her pants off and ripped the sides off her pull-up. Stacy used several baby wipes from the changing supplies on hand to clean Christy up as thoroughly as she could before sprinkling a bit of baby powder on her bottom. She paused for a moment afterward, "Crap, you probably didn't really need that. **** of habit." She chuckled lightly, hoping to lighten the mood a little as she rubbed the powder in. From there she grabbed a clean pull-up and pulled it up between Christy's legs and into place.

With the change pretty much finished, she tossed the soiled pull-up into a diaper pail nearby and helped Christy off the changing table. She helped pull Christy's pants back up into place before standing back up and giving her a hug. "I'm sorry, I know that had to have been humiliating. Are you feeling alright?" Again, there was more concern in her voice than anything else as she tried to determine what exactly caused the accident.

For her part, though, Christy still had no idea. It was just like before, only this time the result was much more embarrassing. "Y-Yeah, I just... I felt a cramp. I really tried to get to the bathroom, but... I didn't make it." Her cheeks were blushing a bright red at this point as she admitted to pooping her pants.

Once again seeming to understand the humiliation Christy was going through, Stacy just rubbed her back reassuringly after the explanation. "Well, don't sweat it okay? It's just a one time thing right now, it's nothing to worry about yet. Keep trying to make it to the bathroom and if something like this happens again, just let me know, okay? I don't mind helping."

The two of them made their way back out to the playroom after that, with Christy barely able to face the children after what had just transpired. Nonetheless, she tried her best to help out and do her job until the day was finally over. The next week or two saw this happen several more times, although it wasn't as big of a deal to the kids after the first time thankfully. After the fourth messy pull-up in under two weeks, though, it became a big deal for Stacy as she held Christy back in the changing room for a moment after another change.

This wasn't going to be a fun conversation, she could already tell, but it needed to happen. "Christy, with the amount of, um, messy accidents you've been having lately, I think we might be better off if we... bumped you up to diapers for a bit." She tried to get it out quickly, already anticipating the rather heated reaction Christy would have to that suggestion.

She wasn't disappointed. As soon as the word 'diaper' left her mouth, Christy was already shaking her head. "No way! I'm NOT wearing a diaper, Stacy, I'm not a baby! I told you this last time!" Even the thought of wearing a diaper was just humiliating for her at this point and she wasn't having any of Stacy's suggestion that she actually wear them.

Still, Stacy wasn't about to give up. "I know it's embarrassing and I know you're not a baby, but if you're going to be having that kind of accident, those pull-ups aren't going to cut it. You're gonna make a big mess eventually and that's gonna be even more embarrassing than wearing a diaper. Don't you think so?"