A 2 year old boy approached and grabbed you off the floor, his pudgy hand wrapping around your mid section as he ran across the room giggling. The swaying motion as he ran left you a little disoriented so you couldn’t really see where he was taking you. suddenly he stopped - up ahead you spotted your daughter Zoey crouched down on the floor - an audible fart coming from her as she filled her diaper. “Zoey! Help me! It’s your daddy!” You tried to yell out but you couldn’t. She didn’t seem to hear you, nor the boy holding you for that matter.
As she stood back up you heard the boy exclaim “poopy dolly!” As he walked towards your daughter! “Oh no - he’s not going to do what I think he is...” you thought. The boy walked right up behind Zoey, lifted her dress slightly and then pulled back her diaper before shoving you in feet first! As your feet smooshed into the warm semi-solid poop below the diaper bulged downwards from the added mass of your 6 inch body, which just barely fit in the diaper as the boy released you and withdrew his hand - the elastic waist band of the diaper snapped back onto your face. All you could see was the white cloth / plastic of the diaper and smell the mess that Zoey made below you. You could feel your feet and legs encased in the mess and worst of all Zoey didn’t even seem to notice you as you were firmly wedged in her butt crack. Or maybe she did notice you - her hand was feeling around the back of her diaper and gave it a slight squeeze where your legs were.
“Ahh, surely this day couldn’t get any worse!?” You thought.
And just like that - a robot nanny picked up Zoey under her arms and brought her To the changing table. As she was laid down the diaper and mess Inside further smooshed around Your body - you were now up to your chest in your daughters poop. Mechanical hands went to work as the diaper was opened up and her legs lifted to begin the cleaning process. You were still face down in the diaper as her butt was lifted off you - and the mechanical hands began wiping down zoey before dropping the wipes in the dirty diaper below (and on top of you). Soon enough the diaper was pulled out from under zoey and a mechanical hand was in the process of folding it over to be taped up and sent down the disposal chute. “Somebody please save me!” You screamed. The mechanical hand
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