Clean up for "clothes"

"Now then, Lauren," Monica began as she closed the door to the daycare, "There's a mop and bucket in the cleaning closet to your left. Go clean up your puddle."

"Why do I have to do it?" Lauren whimpered.

"Because your the one who made it." Monica replied matter-of-factly. "Now clean up your puddle and I'll give you something to wear."

That was all Lauren needed to hear. She raced over to the supply closet, eager to get dressed again as she searched for the mop and bucket. Little did the little woman know that Monica was smirking evilly at her as she watched her rival's fat, meaty butt jiggle as she did so.

A few seconds later, Lauren returned with the mop and bucket as she began to mop up her puddle, under the scrutinized watch of Monica. After a few minutes, Lauren finally finished cleaning up her mess as she put away the mop and bucket, dumping out the water down a drain in the closet before returning to Monica.

"Okay, I did what you said. Now please give me my clothes." Lauren said. She wasn't to eager to put on those childish clothes again, but they were better than nothing. Right?

"Your clothes?" Monica asked with a giggle, grabbing Lauren by the hand as she led her deeper into the daycare. "Who said I was giving your clothes back?"

"But... But you said that you'd give me something to wear!" Lauren whined, cheeks going red.

"Indeed I did. And I shall." Monica replied as she finally came to a stop next to a changing table.

Before Lauren could even argue, Monica grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up onto the table, pushing her down onto her back as she fastened a strap around her midsection. Lauren squirmed as she tried to get out, but she was strapped down tight.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Lauren screeched as Monica giggled at the sight before her.

"What's it look like, Lauren? I'm giving you something to wear." Monica responded as she reached into a cabinet under the changing table and pulled out a canister of baby powder before pulling out a white diaper decorated with little pink ponies, blocks, and teddy bears.

Lauren stopped squirming as she stared up in wide eyed horror. Her stomach dropped. Her face went ghostly white. Her blood ran cold.

Oh no...