Fat Chance

Stepping into the other room, and back in flash, clutching another diaper of the same make and pattern.

"I'll, uh, go change in the bathroom."

"Don't be silly, you don't need to take of your jammies, I'll just undo your butt-flap!"

"Huh?", Margaret questioned as her light body waseasily spun around in footed pajamas on a hardwood floor.

With a yank, both buttons came off, leaving her butt-flap permanently down.

Her step-mother let the buttons plink to the hardwood and kicked them under the couch.

"Whoopsie...clumsy me!"

Through this hatch her diaper was very ****.

So suseptable, the tape warm and ready to burst from the intense strain of holding back her golden flow.

The butterflies had changed color.

Someone was wet.

And everyone could tell.

With another yank the diaper was swiftly torn away, leaving her butt bare.

Another diaper was rudely applied, snaking through her butt-flap, her step-mother's arm accidently ripping the flap even larger.

With a rough adjustment, and more rubbing of her genitals than she felt necessary.

"There you are sweetheart, all dry!"

"What's next?", Margaret wondered, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes.