"Well, " says Butch, quickly grabbing your diapers and pinning you back in, let's help Baby make poopies. First, let's make sure he's got extra protection, though."
Grabbing you off Toots's lap, he quickly pins a second, much thicker, cloth diaper on you, and a pair of pink, rubber pants.
'rubber pants, oil, rubber gloves, enema-where is he getting all this stuff!??'
He then sets you on his knee and proceeds to bounce you up and down, with the enema sloshing around in your full belly.
"Weee!" he says, "Baby riding Horsie!! "
Toots is enjoying this, too, as she claps her hands and giggles.
"Oh Butch," she says, after awhile, "Let me try!"
Once again, Butch hates her constantly wanting to give you any attention, but he has no choice, and reluctantly hands you over to her, where you resume your torturous "horse ride," now on the lap of your crush. After a few minutes of Bouncing on Toots's lap, the inevitable happens, and you let out a huge mess in your diapers, right on her lap.
You blush bright red, as a grinning Toots says "Uh oh, looks like someone made a prize fur is in his pants."
"Let me see the little guy," says Butch, sadistically.
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