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Alright, sweet pea, let’s get you all fresh and clean,” I cooed. My voice dripped with a syrupy sweetness that would put a pancake house to shame. The moment I’d unsnapped his onesie, the undeniable evidence of my ABDL’s recent ‘accomplishment’ announced itself with a potent, aromatic cloud that could have wilted a plastic plant. I fanned the air dramatically, making a big show of it. “Whoa there, partner! Since when is my special little stinker REALLY a stinker?” I asked, as my eyes watered slightly. I fought back a gag that was equal parts disgust and laughter.
With the practiced efficiency of a seasoned pit crew chief, I gathered my arsenal: a fresh, crinkly diaper adorned with cartoon characters that seemed to mock my current situation, a mountain of wipes that felt chillingly inadequate, and a tub of cream that promised to create a barrier more impenetrable than a bank vault. I took a deep, fortifying breath—through my mouth, obviously—and got to work. The tabs gave way with their familiar ripping sound, a prelude to the grand unveiling. “And now, for the main event,” I whispered, my tone that of a nature documentary host
“let’s get you all fresh and clean”
approaching a rare and volatile ecosystem. The sight that greeted me was, as always, both awe-inspiring and slightly terrifying. “Goodness gracious,” I muttered, pulling on a pair of gloves that made me feel like an explosives disposal expert. “You really went for the gold medal today, didn’t you?” The cleanup operation was a meticulous, multi-wipe process, a delicate dance of fold, wipe, and ball-up that required a steady hand and a strong stomach. My ABDL just giggled and kicked his feet, completely oblivious to the Herculean task at hand, and I couldn’t help but chuckle at the sheer absurdity of the situation.
Finally, after what felt like a small eternity and a forest’s worth of wipes, the canvas was ready for a new masterpiece. I slathered on the cream with the precision of a master baker icing a cake, making silly swooshing sounds that elicited another round of happy gurgles from my captive audience. I then maneuvered the fresh diaper into place with the skill of a seasoned professional, its bright white and cheerful print a stark contrast to the battlefield we had just left behind.
With a triumphant rrrrip-rip of the tapes, snugged securely into place, the mission was accomplished. I gave the newly padded bottom an affectionate pat, the crinkly sound a victory fanfare. “There we go! All clean and smelling like a spring breeze,” I announced, swooping down to cover his tummy in raspberries, earning a squeal of delight. The old diaper was quickly rolled into a neat, toxic bundle, its tabs acting as a seal of containment on a job well done.
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