Pluto stood up, offering you only a brief moment of reprieve before picking you up off the ground and holding you tauntingly above the back of his diaper where he had the waistband held open to give a sneak peek of his bare cheeks. The air wafting out of the pamper was already rancid as hell.
Pluto dropped you inside, letting the waistband snap shut. “Stinky buggy.” Pluto teased, dropping back down to the ground and trapping you between his cheeks.
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