The padding continued to swell as you struggled against it. It was almost like quicksand and the wetness made it sticky and hard to move. The girl stood up and ran around some more before she stopped and started to squeal. You where able to make out a few words such as mommy, yes, and home.
You started to struggle since you knew that if you didn’t get out you’d be stuck at this size unless you could get returned. Then you remember that they check every kid before they leave so toys are not taken home ether on purpose or on accident.
You feel the girl being lifted and a hand press on the outside of the diaper, forcing you against her skin. A bright light shines in as the diaper is opened and you see a worker looking inside. “Hey! I’m stuck in the padding!” you yell and wave your arms....
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