"I should take your temperature. Nobody likes to deal with a sick, pained baby." Deb said. She took a small, white stick looking thing. Glad she hadn't yet taped up the diaper, Deb slipped the thermometer into your rectum, using you to cry. "There there, baby boy. Mommy has taken all your sisters' temperatures just like this. It's not a bad thing." Deb said. But it was. You felt violated, having that thing, quite literally, up your ass. The thermometer let out a small 'beep' and Deb took it out. "98.6 degrees Fahrenheit. My little man is all good." Deb said. She taped up your white prison, leaving you feeling disgusting and cold. You really hated this woman.
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