CHANGE OF VIEW TO THE CARETAKER
"What was with this kid?" I thought to myself as I quickly plucked up the escaping child. It was kinda hard to hold on to her as she was surprisingly heavy, probably that disgusting diaper she was wearing. Geez what were they feeding here. "I don't wanna get changed mister, I'm only on my second mess," she shouted trying to struggle out of my grip. Well that explains the weight, gross. Gosh I wish I didn't need both hands to hold her, the smell is so strong. She stopped struggling oddly then had a face of extreme effort as she gritted her teeth. "Uh oh", I gasped realizing what was about to happen. A series of nasty farts preceded it. Even through her little overalls I could see the bulge growing, expanding past the already noticeable lump. The smell was near unbearable, I was frozen by its funky presence. She seemed unaffected by it as she said,"There's more where that came from, put me down or I might start leaking." I steeled my resolve,"No little missy, we are getting you out of that disgusting diaper." She frowned at my comment. "It's not disgusting," she insisted,"it's a work of art, I smell like a beautiful bouquet." She punctuated this point with a nasty fart.
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