One of my diaper babies called me frantic because he was out of diapers. He forgot to do a wash and needed a changing. He knows to always have them on hand. To top it off, he’s crying for his bottle which will only add to the mess in his diaper. When this is all taken care of, he’ll be getting a huge punishment!
Time to improvise as he is too pathetic to drive to get some. I make him remove his diaper and push his face in it to smell what he did. Then I tell to to grab a roll of paper towels and form them into a diaper. I’m getting super impatient with him listening to all his whining. Sometimes I think you can’t pay me enough to deal with this shit and do I mean shit.
He finally has the diaper set and cries because he stabbed himself with the huge pins. I’m really irritated at this point. I tell him to get his bottle and look at his “special” magazines while he sucks on the nipple of his bottle. What he doesn’t know is there’s a little something extra in the milk.
Soon that diaper will need another changing.
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