Vaggi was woken up by the sensation of something cold on her but. She was on her back, she could tell that much. On something soft too. And she could hear a familiar voice humming a familiar tune. Fluttering open her remaining eye a few things dangling above her. Like little stars and dragons on a baby’s mobile as well as her own feet. Said feet being lifted up by the ankles by none other than Vaggi’s girlfriend, Charlie.
“There’s the baby!” Charlie cooed when she caught Vaggi making eye contact, all the while dropping a wet wipe in an open diaper before rolling it up and depositing it in what could only be described as a giant diaper pail. “Looks like you get to start you get to start the day in a fresh diapie after all, don’t you? Yes you do you lucky girl!”
“What… Charlie?” Vaggi growned as she rubbed her head, hoping this was all just some dream with semi-concerning oedipal undertones. “What are you doing?”
“That’s right, baby. Ma-ma- Mama! Can you say the whole word?” Whatever Charlie had heard it wasn’t what Vaggi said. The princess just kept on chugging, unfolding a new diaper and lifting her girlfriend’s legs once more to set the new garment beneath her squeaky clean bottom. And for whatever reason the fallen angel couldn’t find the strength within her to resist the pampering. “All done!” Charlie cheered when the tapes were fastened and the strap over Vaggi’s stomach was undone, taking only a quick moment to deliver a kiss to her lovers tummy. “Now let’s get you…”
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