You stop for a moment, weighing your options. No matter what you did she could overpower you, so, for now, you go with her. She secures her hands around your small waist and hoists you up over her shoulder.
"It's okay baby, I'll clean you up" You realize what that means and try to protest.
"Nuuuhhh, Immnuubaa!" You couldn't even understand yourself..
She carries you into your little brothers room, He is sleeping in his crib. She brings you down off her shoulder and sets you on what feels like a soft table. Its the changing table. Crap. She pulls down your pants and underwear, you squirm as uncomfortable this is.
"Awwh, its okay baby! We'll get you cleaned right up!" Just as she finishes saying that, she suddenly presses a freezing wipe down, pressing it and wiping your crotch. She does this several more times, each time feeling worse as you squirm around. After that she pulls out a diaper, lifting you to slide it under, you again try to tell her.
"Nuh! Nuh dia dia!"
"This is a nice nice diaper for you babe" She responds happily as she puts lotion on her hand and gently wipes your crotch, you quickly go from anger and unhappiness, to a relaxed pleasure as her hands curve around you. She finishes and powders you. Then she puts the front of the diaper over you and tapes it.
"Perfect" She pats the front of your new diaper and sets you down on the carpet floor of your brothers room. You sit down, the diaper crackling as you do. This is really bad, you hope you can save yourself soon. Looking around you don't see many options...
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