I felt air hit my thighs. There were snaps running up the inseam of the pajamas and Raine was undoing some of them. “Is it your diaper?” Raine asked. I could only lay there as she violated me, inserting her fingers and feeling around the inside of my diaper. “Hmm…still clean and dry even though you had all of that no-no juice.”
Thank God. Raine pulled her fingers away from my underneath and placed a hand on my abdomen.
“Here. Let me HELP with that!” When she said the word ‘HELP’ she pressed down on my stomach, hard. The pain and pressure was too much and my body brain ceded control. Helplessly I laid there as my legs lifted up and my bowels emptied themselves into the seat of my pants; the warm mush coating me and not even all the way out as my bladder decided to let loose.