When you force girlie to have breakfast in her high chair still in her overnight nappy from the previous day. Ignoring all of her protests through her pacifier as she begs for a change first only to pick her up against her will and sit her down in her high chair for her meal - smushing all of her cold, wet, uncomfortable smush accidents from previous night around her private areas. You can see her facial expression shift and a slight audible moan as you sit her down. Feeling the cold mushy padding that she’s been forced to sleep in; endured for another half hour or so before she gets a change.
The humiliating ordeal was a daily occurrence that she had hoped that all of her protests might one day try to avoid but no one listened to her, grown ups are in charge for a reason and she has to submit to there will. Safely retraining her arms and legs so she doesn’t make too much of a mess as she struggles an writhes only to make her uncomfortable underwear worse further spreading her mess. No matter how much she used to going potty in her nappy she never got used to sitting in her mess. She never got a change directly after and knew she would have to spend hours sitting in it before someone might take pity on her and change her smushy, well used nappy. The baby print had stated to fade moreover with each additional accident she was forced to make, never allowed to use the bathroom but after countless spoonfuls of tasteless mush stuffed into her mouth despite her complaints and the rest of another bottle of unknown, unfamiliar liquid held gently against her mouth with another hand smiley stroking her hair and sweetly encourage her - she felt another wet accident escape from between her legs, once again warming the already soaked pad taped between her legs. She just hoped she would get a change soon…
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