“You done yet?” she asked Megan. She didn’t sound defeated, but it was clear from the trembling tone of her voice that the ordeal had had an effect on her. The dominant sneer, the air of ruthless superiority, was gone. The mean streak had (at least temporarily) vanished.
“Almost,” Megan replied. She re-gagged Deanna with her panties and a strip of tape and patted her on the head. It was finally time for the diapering.
Deanna’s eyes bulged when she saw what Megan intended to do to her. She shook her head emphatically and once more tried to scream into her gag. At first, Megan couldn’t understand why Deanna was so upset. After all, it was just a diaper. Just a diaper? She soon realized that she had been wearing them so long that they almost seemed commonplace. They were another part of her wardrobe now: bra, shirt, shorts…and diaper. Maybe Deanna wasn’t the only nutjob in the room after all.

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