Hazel lifts her ass slightly off the seat. She revels at the realization of what she's about to do. Roxy gasps.
'You're actually -?'
Hazel doesn't feel the need to respond; she feels a log of poop sagging her pull-up. She grunts once more, attracting the attention of some classmates, filling her pull-up further.
'Pull-ups weren't made for these messes...'