Marge shreaked on impulse and ran towards a now-seated giant (to Marge's point of view) Maggie. Momentarily forgetting what awaited her inside, Marge pulled with all her might to loosen one of the elastic leg cuffs and slipped herself into the warm diaper. As soon as she did, Marge realized her faux pas. She covered her nose and mouth with one hand. With the other, Marge held the elastic open far enough that she could catch some fresher air. From inside the fetid shelter, Marge could hear the pets running through the house. She realized it could be awhile before they tired of this activity. She just hoped she could wait that long. Maggie was happy right now and hadn't realized her mother's predicament yet. But she was aware of something different in the way her diaper felt. It wasn't the poo; she was quite accustomed to that sensation. But now there was something else that slightly irritated, but mostly tickled her. It had begun near her leg, but now she could feel something moving in there. Maggie knew that sometimes her body waste spread throughout her entire diaper. It often even soiled her front. But this was different. Her poo had been mostly solid this time. Had a bug gotten into her diaper when she had played in her sandbox? While Maggie was pondering this, she realized she needed to pee. If there was some type of insect in her diaper, maybe she could wash it out. Marge was attempting to maneuver away from the waste inside the diaper but every time she touched the baby's skin, it tickled Maggie. The toddler began to squirm now and rock back and forth. Marge was now wedged against Maggie's frontal parts. Then suddenly it happened......
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