Susan took over as she pinched James’s bottom with a knowing smile, looking down with a sense of condescension at his glowing red face. “Okay, baby boy,” she emphasized intentionally, seemingly more aware than Ellen and Nancy were of what they were doing to him. “Lets get you all nice and cozy in a fresh newdiapie.” She held James down as he began to struggle, amused that he thought his ordeal was somehow over.
“Now, now, no fussies,” she cooed in a sickeningly sweet voice. “Baby be good and I’ll even let you pick what kind of diapie you wear.” She began to rifle through the packages. “Baby want Pampers? Huggies? Luvies?”