You are woken up by a child crying. You get up out of bed and go tend to your child. You are a single mother, average height, orangish fur, and C-cup breasts. Your child is the same (except for the boobs). You pick up your baby and hug her. "There there, mommy's here." you say. You check your baby's diaper and recoil from the smell. "Whew! Someone made a BIG stinky!" you coo. You set your child on the changing table and change her quickly. You give your baby a bottle of milk. "Drink up Lily!" you smile. Lily drinks the whole bottle and burps cutely. She goes and plays with some toys, giving you some free time. You check your own diaper. You've always had a fondness for wearing them. When you had Lily, it rendered you incontinent, which finally gave you a reason to wear them. Now that you're on you're own, taking care of Lily is getting a bit overwhelming. You need a boyfriend, or at least someone to help you take care of Lily.
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