Betty kept pushing out more poop into her awaiting diaper. All those weeks of training had paid off and she was able to soil herself without any trouble at all.
"We's been persecuted by them adults for ways too longs," Infantor began. "They's think they're so much better than us, cuz they can eat solid food and don't wears no diapers. Well we's is gonna change that."
Joseph "The Bottle" Riccardo stopped sucking on his bottle long enough to ask a question. "You got some way to take out everybody's teeth?"
"What? No. But I got a plan to deal with that other thing." Infantor pushed a button on the side of his rattle and a hologram appeared in the middle of the conference table. An image of a satellite appeared. "My brother and me has been workings on a plan to build a fleet of these satellites to carry out ours plan. We's plan to equip each of them with a special ray that I's made. The Diapered Dame already offered to let us use a bunch of her satellites, and we hope the rest of you's can help give us access to even more. Once we's deploy these things, they'll fly to a planet and fires its ray down at it."
"And what does this ray do?" asked Ricardo "The Bottle".
"I'm glad you asked," the Diapered Dame responded. "It's a special ray that will make it so everyone on the planet will loose all of their potty training. Permanently."
That elicited a roar of approval from the infant crime lords. "Finally those darned grown ups won't think they're so much better than us. They'll be wearing diapers just like we do." That remark came from Infantor's younger, but much larger, brother.
"Right. But as soons as we launch this plan the Galactic Guardians will be all over us like baby powder on our butts. That's why we needs everybody here to take a bunch of satellites and strike as many planets as we can all at the sames time."
Everyone was more than happy to volunteer their resources to help with this plan. For the better part of an hour they discussed how many satellites each baby would need and who would be hitting what planets. Infantor made it clear that he would be the one attacking Earth.
After some time, "Messy" Don Fabritini spoke up. "I need a change. I made doody in my dydee."
The Diapered Dame agreed with that sentiment. "I second that. My diaper is soaked." As she said this she squeezed the front of her diaper giving off a squelching noise. "I say we take a break." She smelled the air and addressed Betty. "Don't you think so, stinky?"
Betty blushed. Indeed her diaper was filled with her poo and she could use a change. "All rights. We take a break and meet back heres in an hour," Infantor called out. The other crime lords dispersed and Sparky picked up Betty, put her in her carriage and wheeled her to the little girls room.
When they were inside Sparky put Betty on a changing table and began to change her diaper. As he did he whispered to his charge. "So they're going to make it so everyone in the galaxy has to wear diapers? I don't like this plan of theirs one bit."
Betty nodded in agreement. "We need to warn DeGill and then find a way to-" Betty immediately shut up as the door opened and a nanny, dressed like a nurse, carried the Diapered Dame inside the room and set her down next to Betty.
"So, did you like my new toys?" she said as her diamond studded diaper glistened in the light.
Betty didn't like it one bit. "It's the bee's knees sister. You must be real proud of yourself. Now we won't be the only ones messing our britches."
"You sound like a boy," the Dame muttered. "All you can think about is how they're potty trained and we're not and how that just isn't fair."
"If this ain't about us being stuck in diapers than what is it about?" By now Sparky had began to wipe down Betty's poopy bottom.
"I own the largest diaper manufacturing company in the galaxy. Infantor's satellite plan just means that many more customers for me."
Of course, this was all about money. At least to her. Betty glanced at the nurse as she put the diamond studded diaper into a bag. "So what do you do with the rocks when you've been wiped down? You don't throw them out do you?"
"Oh heavens no. Once I'm done with them my diapers have all their precious jewels pulled out and cleaned off. Then they get made into another even cuter diaper. I make a point never to wear the same design twice."
Sparky finished powdering Betty's bottom and fastened a new diaper onto her.
Now that she heard the crime lords plans what would be the best course of action? Should she try to leave the conference and warn the Galactic Guardians? Or would it be better to remain behind and learn more about the plan? Maybe stop them from carrying out their plot from here? As Betty sucked on her pacifier she thought over her options.
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