When she next told me to lie on the floor so that she could get me re-diapered, I think my eyes nearly fell out of my head. But there is something in the way she looks at me and the way she speaks that seems to zap away all my powers of resistance.
Without a single objection or complaint on my part, I lowered by bare bottom to the floor, stretched out my legs and let my shoulders and head come to rest. Quicker than you can say the tongue twister ‘Rubber—Baby—Buggy—Bumper’ three times, she had me clad in a thick, warm cotton diaper. When I got to my feet and looked down I saw that she was pulling up a pair of crystal-clear plastic pants. A then over top that, another solid white diaper cover.
