She needs changing.

The silence was deafening. The clock on the wall was the only thing making any noise and it ticking was louder than it should've been.

Eventually, she stopping rocking and shaking when a new noise began.

Psssh.

The tension in her body left her body into the padding of her diaper, flooding it.

She hugged her knees, the padding of her noise soiled undies making a squishing noise instead of crinkling, the absorbent padding pushing her legs apart farther.

She asked herself how she got into this situation, knowing the answer already. A part of her felt satisfied now that her bladder was empty and liked how warm it was on her skin. Another part wanted her to cry, which would only make her infantile mode of dress and living situation all the more appropriate.