"Always leaving this place a mess..." she mumbles, presumably referring to you.
You lift your head from the counter, just in time to see Alissa coming your way. With her blond highlights tied back behind her head in long ponytail, the only thing concealing her annoyance was a few stray bangs and her glasses.
She grabbed a wipe from the box next to you, and swiped at the smear you were contained in. You are caught up in the wipe, and flung with high speed with it as she smears it around the table.
"Ughhh. How did this all get here?" she complains as she makes little progress. You are try to yell her name, but your mouth is now full of mucus and wipe. There is no chance she heard you.
Frustrated, she sighs. "Well, it can wait till I'm done with this OTHER, stinkier mess, am I right, Val?"
Valerie giggles from below. "I fwound a pretty one, Awissa!"
Alissa leaves you and the wipe on the counter. You're stuck pretty fast now inside it, but with some effort you might be able to get out.
"Good girl, an Elsa one! I'll leave this right here for now."
You can hear her grab the diaper from the girl and set it between you and the wipes on the counter. You manage to free your head from the snotty wipe, to see her hauling the dark-haired toddler onto the table.
You recognize her as Val, who's always been a bit of a rebel and trouble-maker. Her French braids swing behind her head as she settles on the counter. Alissa pulls down her jeans to her sandals, and you can hear her tear open the sides of Val's Pull-up.
You manage to get one arm free, and can't see much besides Val's feet and Alissa off to the side, due to the clean trainers in between. You try calling out again.
"Alissa, I'm over here!"
Soon, the smell of the girl's mess fills your nostrils. Alissa pulls away the front of Val's Cinderella & Mulan trainers, and, being much closer, recoils a bit.
"Phew, that's a stinky one, girl."
She takes a moment to collect herself before reaching over and pulling a few wipes from the box. She then begins to clean up Val's poopy diaper area. You're somewhat glad you can only smell it, for now, but it definitely smells like a Porta-potty in the summer heat.
"Why do you have to poop so much for me, girl? Your mother should really be changing these..." Alissa remarks as she drops another poop-smeared wipe in the messy pull-up.
"No no! Mommy spanks me if I poo my pants at home. Dats why I only poo-poo at school!" Val proclaims, sounding kind of triumphant.
"At least you're honest..." Alissa remarks, as she grabs another wipe.
You manage to free your other arm, but your legs are going to be another story. It feels like your shoes are stuck to the wipe.
Alissa has gone through at least 5 wipes by now, lifting Val up by her ankles, and exposing the brown chunks dangling on her nether regions as she dishes them out into the dirty diaper.
The smell has fully reached you now and you feel like the stench has actually made you a bit weak. You give one last tug with your arms, using every ounce of strength left. You cry out loudly, but Alissa is too absorbed to hear.
Do you succeed in freeing yourself?
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