The bet was lost

She'd seen the potty training chart a few times as she went to have her pull-up changed, but she only ever paid attention to the boxes next to her name which were increasingly filled with frowny faces. As she found out at the end of the day, however, the girl she'd helped to the potty earlier had actually gone a full week without a single accident. Today had been the final day and since she made it to the potty without having an accident, she was officially graduating from pull-ups to big girl panties.

What that meant for Christy, however, was that she'd lost the bet. Even with the pass Stacy had given her for her accident today, she'd had one the day before so she had still lost the bet. This meant that not only was she going to be demoted to diapers, she was also going to be treated like a baby until her potty training got back to where it was supposed to be.

With all of this on her mind, as much as she wanted to be proud of the young girl for successfully potty training, she was finding herself closer to breaking into tears than anything else and was almost pouting as Stacy took the girl to change out of her pull-ups before it was time to go home.

By the time all the kids had filtered out and been picked up by their parents, Stacy had pulled Christy back into the changing room for a moment. She could already see how upset Christy was, knowing the implications the girl's potty training success had for their bet, but she didn't speak up just yet. Instead, she unbuttoned Christy's pants and tugged them down, exposing her pull-up for a moment. It was wet, but thankfully she hadn't pooped her pants again since the incident earlier in the day. Stacy tugged her pants back up and rebuttoned them.

As she looked back up, she could already tell Christy was about to speak up so she held a hand up to stop her before speaking up herself. "Alright, I know you've been trying really hard to keep your pants clean the past week or so. You almost made it today too, so maybe you're almost there." She gave a bit of a smile, hoping to calm her down a bit. "Technically you've already lost the bet now, since one of our potty trainees has graduated to regular underwear, but. I'm going to make you a deal. If you can go 6 more days without another messy accident, for 7 days on the chart as we'd agreed, I'll consider it a win for you."

That put a smile back on Christy's face, as it meant she wasn't quite doomed to diapers just yet. However, before she could speak up, Stacy continued. "However, I want you to understand that I've already ordered the diapers and some outfits for you in the event you poop your pants again over the next week. If that happens, you go straight to diapers and I don't want to hear any whining. I think I've been more than fair at this point so you have nothing to whine about. Can you promise me that you won't throw a fit in front of the kids if you have an accident?" She put a hand on Christy's arm, trying to relax her a bit given how stressful this situation likely was.

Despite taking a moment to think about it, Christy eventually nods her head at the question. "Y-Yeah, I promise." She wasn't exactly looking forward to the possibility of losing the bet, but even she had to admit that Stacy had given her more than a few extra chances. Trying to go another 6 days without an accident wasn't going to be easy either, but she was certainly going to try. Her response got another smile from Stacy, who pulled her in for a quick hug before walking her out the door for the day. The next week was going to be trying.

The next day, Christy once again did her best to pay attention to when she had to go potty. She was determined not to poop her pants again today if she could help it. For most of the day, Stacy was even helping by taking care of most of the issues the kids had, allowing Christy to just stand watch and focus on her own potty needs. Every once in a while, though, one of the kids would need help while Stacy was busy with somebody else, at which point Christy stepped in and helped out. This was still her job, after all, even if she did have something important on her mind.

At one point later in the day, one of the children managed to get Christy's attention while Stacy was helping another child on the other side of the room. Christy stepped over and kneeled down next to the play area where the child was currently playing, allowing them to speak to her more directly. Another young girl, she quickly asked, "Miss Christy, could you help us decide what to play with?" She gestured to a boy next to her, who held up a large monster truck toy with another nearby for the girl to play with. The girl holds up a couple dolls. "He doesn't wanna play with the dolls 'cause he says they're for girls, but the monster trucks aren't fun!"

This was the sort of thing Christy was used to dealing with, disagreements during play time. She chuckled a bit, looking between the two toys. "Well, why don't you take turns? Play with the trucks for a little while with him and then he can play with the dolls with you afterward. You never know, maybe you'll have fun with each others' toys." She smiled and the two kids seemed to nod at her suggestion, as the girl set the dolls off to the side for the time being and took hold of the truck the boy had set aside for her.

As Christy went to go stand up, however, she felt a sudden cramp in her stomach. The urgency from her bowels was only present for a fleeting moment before she felt a push from her stomach and then a large mush pushing into the seat of her pull-up. She froze, having not even managed to stand up fully as the mess began to spread around her bottom. As it finally stopped and she felt a warmth spread between her legs, her bladder giving out once again and soaking her pull-up, she realized the kids she'd just helped had noticed her pause. It didn't take them long to realize what had happened and they began to giggle and laugh