Gwen woke up later, her brain foggy and her mouth laced with the aftertaste of the milk from earlier. Ben was waking up next to her, also dazed out of his mind. They were both wearing identical onesies, Gwen wearing pink and Ben wearing blue, snaps clipped over their shoulders and down at their groins. They both took a look at each other, and they could not help but groan.
They were disgusted by what they were wearing, but they were even more disgusted by what they felt. Both of their diapers were full. Whatever was in that milk they were fed was strong enough.
Ben cringed as he sat up from the floor, feeling the mess squishing about under his butt. Gwen sat up with him, their mutual situation making them feel like they were going to cry.
"Well" Gwen sniffed, "what now?"
"I don't know," Ben answered, holding back tears. He struggled to get on his feet, his toes sinking into the padding in the room. He felt the load in his diaper hang between his legs, the onesie preventing the heavy contents of his diaper from undoing itself. "But we're getting out of here."
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