One of the Weavers comes in.

In walked Kristen Weaver.

Kristen had strawberry blonde hair that went below her shoulders. She was dressed in nothing but a white t-shirt that hung loosely off of her shoulders and her underwear. Regular underwear, not a diaper like Sam.

"Hey Sammy," cooed Kristen. "Look who's awake. How did you sleep, honey-bear?"

Sam hugged her knees harder, worried that her "mommy" would hear the suspect way her diaper squished. This made her blush harder. While Sam thought Kristen was really nice, being babied by a woman that looked the same age you (being only five years her senior) really complicated things.

Kristen unlatched the crib, letting one of the barred-walls slide down as she sat down next to her in the crib.

"How're you feeling, babygirl?" Asked Kristen, tucking a strand of hair out of her face. Sam didn't answer, instead avoiding her gaze. "What's the matter? Are you hungry, babygirl? Are you sick?" She put a hand on Sam's forehead to check for any heat. "You don't feel sick. Hmm... I know what you need. You need help from magic fingers!"

Suddenly she put her lips against Sam's cheek and blew, blowing a raspberry. The surprised Sam let go of her legs as Kristen found her opening and dug her fingers into her armpits. While the fabric of the onsie dulled her tickling a little, Sam was still incredibly ticklish and started laughing as her "mommy" tickled her senseless.

Unfortunately for Sam, this caused her to pee involuntarily, the sound of urine hitting her already saturated diaper loud enough for Kristen to notice.