You tumbled to the bottom of her diaper and were trapped in the dimly lit prison. As she walked, ran, and played you were tossed around violently. Just as you thought you could stand and attempt to escape, she started running again.
Eventually she stopped and you were hot and sweaty from the temperature in her diaper. Suddenly she stooped low into a squatting position and some cool air snuck in through the leg hole opposite to you. “Uh Oh! Potty time!” Was all the warmth you got before a gush of running liquid rained down upon you. The smell was like being bathed in ammonia as you attempted to stay afloat.
The level started to recede and you found youself…
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