The New Daycare
You walked over to the girls, attempting to pull your shirt as far over the pull-up as possible. Right when you stepped on the edge of the carpeted center, a little chime played over head, causing the girls to put down their dolls or pretend food. You watched as they toddled over to a glass door on one side of the room, standing in a neat line. You looked back over at where just a few of the toddlers were still playing, wondering why some on them went to the door.
You froze when you felt a hand on your ass, patting it. Turning around, you saw another one of those robotic arms. You blushed, realizing that it was checking your pull-up. When it obviously found you dry, it grabbed your hand and led you to the end of the line, before moving up the line, checking each pull-up.
You glanced over all the toddlers heads, to where the front of the line was. You could see 3 girls being led in at a time, presumably to use the potty. A feeling of dread pooled in the pit of your stomach, you weren’t expected to actually go with them, were you?
You shifted on your feet, realizing that you did in fact need to use the restroom, your stomach cramping with the urge. Could you really poop in front of these toddlers?
You froze when you felt a hand on your ass, patting it. Turning around, you saw another one of those robotic arms. You blushed, realizing that it was checking your pull-up. When it obviously found you dry, it grabbed your hand and led you to the end of the line, before moving up the line, checking each pull-up.
You glanced over all the toddlers heads, to where the front of the line was. You could see 3 girls being led in at a time, presumably to use the potty. A feeling of dread pooled in the pit of your stomach, you weren’t expected to actually go with them, were you?
You shifted on your feet, realizing that you did in fact need to use the restroom, your stomach cramping with the urge. Could you really poop in front of these toddlers?