Cream was waking up in bed. Stretching her arms out as she yawned lightly. Several sensations began to assault her at the same time, the first being a distinct clammy sensation surrounding her entire waist. The second was a sharp scent hanging in the air, acrid. Third, was the plastic like rustle of a bag. Her eyes fluttered open as she looked around her room. Some things were different. Namely her bed, it had small rails on the sides, she remembered these, she had them when she was three and her mother had moved her from a crib to an actual bed, she was told the rails were there so she wouldn't fall off. But, how did they get there, she hadn't slept in that bed in ages. She sat up in bed, as she did so a squishing sensation came from beneath her rear and between her legs. In fact she couldn't close her legs all the way, deciding to figure this out she tossed her blanket away and using her ears quickly flew from bed to the floor, standing their in her orange nightie. She noticed something else, what looked like a changing table, one could easily mistake it for a shelf, but the products on it's lower shelves were clearly diapers, wipes, and powders. All these things coming together, Cream lifted her nightie up to see that instead of her usual panties, what was currently around her waist was a rather wet diaper, stained yellow from a long night of holding in urine. Which explained the scent in the room, it reeked of wet diaper in here. Obviously it had been used during the night, but by her? She'd been potty trained years ago, so why did she have a diaper on now! These thoughts only served to confuse Cream more and more, that is until...
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