You are terrified. You don't want to be another stain on her hand, or worse. You remember seeing crushed bugs in her pull-ups when you change her. You know you have no choice. You scale the side of her pull-up, finally reaching top, she looks down at you as you begin to undo the Velcro holdings and open it up, the front opens and catapults you between her legs, she laughs at you. You get up and are taken over by the dreadful smell in her pull-up, you make your way back and see the house-sized mess you have to clean. "HURRY!" She barks. You get a wipe and slowly clean her, in the process getting covered in her mess. She throws the wipe away and gives you a new pull-up. You slide it on her and attach it. Satisfied with your work you stand proudly on the front of her new pull-up. She picks you up and..
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