lay down on the bed. "Mommy" Susan slides the diaper under your naked bottom and pulls the front up firmly between your legs then brings the sides up to meet it and fastens the tapes. "There. That's not so bad is it?" she asks, helping you up.
From another locked drawer, she retrieves a short pink nightie which she pulls on over your head. Then she helps you into bed and tucks you in. "Goodnight." she says, turning on a nightlight and leaving.
That is when you realise that you've already been holding on for a while, waiting for an opportunity to use the toilet. You get out of bed and check the door, just in case, but as you suspected it is locked.
"What do they expect me to do?" you ask yourself. "Wet myself?" then you remember the diaper and realise that's exactly what they expect you to do.
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