Dante watched on with a mix of disgust, horror, and fascination as Lysa calmly placed her hands behind her head and laid back as if she were getting a tan at the beach while her diaper was changed. Legs held up, ass in the air, wiped powdered and re-diapered in a matter of minutes, and the girl didn’t seem phased one bit. Dante caught her rolling her eyes as she gurgled and cooed for the woman while being carried back to the playpen.
“There, that’s better,” Lysa said to a dumbstruck Dante as she brushed her hands together. “So first thing’s first. If you haven’t figured it out by now, you’re dead.”
WHAT?!