Miss Christy pooped her pants again!

As Stacy reached the scene, she found the two kids giggling as Christy finally began to cry over this situation. She'd fought it for weeks whenever she felt the need to, not wanting to appear anymore childish in front of the kids, but this was too much for her to handle and the tears began to roll down her cheeks. As Stacy noticed this she quickly hushed the two children before gently taking Christy by the arm and leading her off to the changing room.

Once the two were in the changing room and safely away from the children, Christy began bawling. As hard as she tried to keep her pants clean, this felt like the worst possible way to lose. She barely felt it coming, she'd just begun to stand up and then bam, she'd pooped her pants. It was humiliating and made her feel helpless. Noticing the distress she was under, Stacy gave her a warm hug, rubbing her back reassuringly to help her stop crying. Once she calmed down a bit, Stacy pulled back from the hug and rubbed her arm. "I'm sorry, I know this is really embarrassing, but it's okay. I know you tried really hard, you just couldn't help it. That's alright."

With that said, she led Christy over to the changing table and helped her sit down on it. She retrieved the supplies from under the table before heading over to one of the nearby cabinets. She rummages around the items within before returning with what looked like a large baby diaper. It seemed fairly thick and boasted colorful pink and blue designs printed on its plastic backing. Upon seeing it, Christy couldn’t help but begin to cry a little more, but Stacy quickly put a hand on her shoulder to attempt to calm her down before mentioning. "You promised not to whine, remember?" That got a begrudged nod from Christy as she did her best to quit crying, allowing Stacy to get to work.

She removed Christy's pants and tossed them aside for now, ripping away the sides of her pull-up and pulling it back. She used quite a few baby wipes to get Christy messy bottom cleaned up before tossing them and the soiled pull-up into a nearby diaper pail. From there, she unfolded the diaper and lifted Christy up off the table just long enough to slide the diaper in under her bottom. With the diaper now in place, she retrieved the baby powder, which she sprinkled a generous amount of on Christy's crotch, before lifting her up by her legs to powder her bottom. Stacy took a moment to rub the powder in before finally pulling the diaper up between Christy's legs and securely taping it closed.

With the change finished, she looked over her handiwork for a moment before helping Christy sit up on the table. "There ya' go, all clean." She smiled, although she noticed a few more tears rolling down Christy's face as she looked down at the thick diaper she was now wearing. "Don't be upset, you need them for now. Just take this as motivation to try and work harder on your potty training, okay?" She got a half-hearted nod from Christy after that comment, which prompted her to give Christy a reassuring pat on the back. After that, though, it was back to work for the next step. "Alright, now hold your arms up for me."

That comment received a bit of a confused look from Christy, who nonetheless did as she was told and held her arms up. Stacy smiled and grabbed the hem of Christy's shirt, lifting it up and off before tossing it aside. She looked back at her roommate, now left in just a diaper and a plain white bra, and chuckled. "You look really cute in that diaper, if you don't mind me saying." That only made Christy blush as Stacy returned to the cabinet and rooted around in it for a moment before eventually returning with something else. This time, it was a piece of clothing, presumably her new outfit. "Alright, arms back up."

Once again, Christy did as she was told and lifted her arms up, allowing Stacy to take the new garment and pull it over her head. She made sure Christy's arms were in the right holes before finally pulling down over her chest. From there, she helped Christy stand up off the table which allowed her to close the snaps at the crotch and finish getting Christy dressed. As she snaps close, Christy looked back towards the mirror and found herself blushing even brighter now as she got a look at her 'outfit': a fleece onesie decorated with blue and pink nursery-themed designs and plain yellow sleeves.

She turned around, realizing the onesie didn't even fully cover her thick diaper as she got a view of her backside in the mirror and noticed the diaper peeking out below the leg bands of the onesie. She’d promised not to whine about the diapers, but she couldn’t help it with this. "Stacy, this doesn't even cover my… my diaper all the way. Do I really have to wear this?"

That question got a bit of a chuckle from Stacy, but that was followed by a nod as she stepped over to adjust the leg bands of the onesie a bit. "Of course you do. This was part of the bet, remember? If you lost, you had to let me treat you like I would any other baby. This outfit means I can check and change your diaper a lot easier. Not to mention it might help add to that motivation for you to try and get out of diapers sooner rather than later. The sooner you stop needing diapers, the sooner you don't have to wear outfits like this anymore."

As much as she wanted to argue, she was in no position to. It had become clear over the past couple weeks that she was going to need something drastic to help get her potty training back to where it should be. If just trying really hard wasn't enough, maybe this would be. For now, she merely looked at herself again in the mirror, realizing that even if she accepted that she needed diapers and that being treated like this might help motivate her to try harder to make it to the bathroom, that wasn't going to make this any less humiliating for her once she walked back out into the playroom. She looked like a big baby... and in a way, she realized she kinda was a big baby. At least for now.