...shoves you in her pocket. After what seems like hours, you hear tapes ripping and Val is staring down at you.
"Welcome to the Diaper Hotel!", she says evilly. "You are about to become the full time diaper slave for everyone here!"
"How many people are there...", you squeak.
"Well, of course there's me, the owner, and then there are several hundred other "guests" ranging in age from toddler to practiced adult." "You are going to become one of many slaves that pampers to the guests, all of which are trained and bred for their diaper-filling skills!"
You sit speechless on the table.
"Every day, you are going to be assigned a room." "You will have to take care of that person's every whim, or they have my expressed permission to kill you in whatever way that can think of!" "You only have one other option, and that is to become MY full time slave."
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