Graham Crackers

Alya fumbled through the designated cabinet.

On the lower shelf she found a box of graham crackers. She didn't recognize the brand, but the design on the box clued her in that it came from one of those expensive, health-conscious super-supermarkets.

"Hmm. Gluten free, high-fiber, low-sugar, honey-glazed. ...tapioca and rice flour? Rich people are so weird."

She dug through box and took out two sufficiently-sized squares and went back into the room.

"Here you go you guys."

The two lit up like Christmas.

"'fank you!" said Marinette as she snatched a square and started gnawing on it.

Like a switch being flipped, Adrien dropped his toy and reached out for it. His eyes glazed over, his declining attention-span suddenly latching onto the sweet treat. When Alya handed it to him, he put the cracked in his mouth, content to let the whole thing stick out of his mouth as his attention went back to the colorful, child-friendly cartoons playing on the TV.

As Alya sat back down, she saw Adrien bend forward. The graham cracked fell out of his mouth and he whined as he tried picking it back up off the floor. Alya could see his diapered but suddenly pushing outward, the mass within suddenly growing in a way diapers were made in preperation for.

Adrien picked up the pieces of his graham cracker and stuffed it back into his mouth, his stuffed cheeks curling into a smile at the fun melodies on the TV and the sweet treat in his mouth, he and Marinette blissfully unaware that he had went poopy in his diaper.