You sit up in the crib, and look around. "Hey, can someone get this stupid diaper off of me?" you ask. Boy, you never thought you'd have to ask that. The door opens, and a young woman walks in. She has a small duffle bag, which you assume is a diaper bag. She picks you up, and lays you on the changing table. "Boy, aren't you a stinker." she comments. You blush fiercely. She takes out a large, puffy diaper, and opens it. She puts it under you, and begins to untapped the soiled diaper. She opens it, and you look down. You groan in absolute disgust. Poop smeared everywhere. You begin feeling itchy, and wince uncomfortably. "It's ok, honey. All little babies have accidents, and it's their caregiver's job to clean them up." the woman says, smiling. She takes out a wipe, and begins to clean you up. Soon, she needs to clean *gulp* between your legs. You see as she brings a new wipe out, and moves her hand hovering between your legs. You feel as though you are about to be subjected to some horrible torture. The wipe hits your area, and you scream. You feel something wet, and realize you've just peed. You suddenly need to pee again, but decide to try and hold it. "Oh, if the little baby has to go pee-pee, just let it out." you are told. Reluctantly, you let go of your bladder and pride. You are wiped up, slathered around your diaper area with baby cream, and powdered. The woman tapes your diaper up, and takes out a onesie. She dresses you in it, and you squirm. She puts think socks on your feet, and carries you to a rocking chair. She pulls out a bottle, and begins feeding you. However, the bottle was laced with...
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