You decide that sitting and crying is giving your kidnappers more of what they want than being changed. You sniffle, pushing all the sobs out of the way. You climb to your feet, and slowly make your way over to the button on the wall. You take a few seconds before forcing yourself to push it.
"Have you used your diaper?" Tanya's voice comes through the speaker.
"Yes." You say rather sheepishly in response, your eyes shying away as if she was in the speaker.
"Okay hon! Lay on the table and I'll be there in a second!" Tanya says rather cheerfully.
You are a bit hesitant, but the damp diaper between your legs quickly defeats you, and you lay down on the change table. Tanya walks in the door with a smile on her face, "hey hon." She walks over to the change table and untapes your diaper. She pulls the top off of your crotch and you feel the cold air bite. Tanya quickly wipes you down with an equally cold baby wipe, and splashes a bit of talcum powder on you as she quickly pulls the wet diaper out from underneath you and replaces it with a dry one.
"Do you need anything else, hon?" Tanya asks as she begins to walk back toward the door.
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