One by one Helga snipped Tamara’s clothes off. First her blouse then her skirt. As Helga peeled her mom’s clothes off, she stepped aside to expose her padded bra and Depend underwear which was soaked. “That’s odd,” Helga said. “Weren’t you just complaining about Olivia here being a baby?”
“I…I don’t need diapers!” Tamara yelled.
Helga burst out laughing. “Don’t need diapers? Then what do you call these?”
Helga pulled up images on the giant screen for all to see. It was pictures of Tamara in soaked pants and skirts, often of her crouching, holding her crotch and looking around in shame. And then some footage from Helga’s exams with her mother. Helga had captured the moment when Tamara had soaked her underwear and the table that she laid on insisting she didn’t need diapers. “T-those are… w-where did you… n-no those aren’t…”
“You’re such a hypocrite,” Helga said. “If anyone should be made fun of here, it’s you. And do you want to let Olivia know another secret? One that you’ve been keeping from everyone?”
“N-no…” Tamara said.
“Well I’ll tell everyone anyways,” Helga said. “In fact I’ll show everyone.”
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