You sigh with disgust and shimmy your diaper down your legs, bending over. Staring down into the seat of it, you can see some squished crap, but most of it is still between your buttcheeks. You sob and pull your diaper back up, realizing that you need someone to wipe your bottom for the first time in years. Outside your cell, you can hear what sounds like a pair of women talking as they come closer.
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