“Waah!….. I said WHAAAAH!!” She enunciated. Most wealthy people had had a signature method for calling the help to their aid. Most rang bells, some used a buzzer system and more than a few just clapped. But Stella preferred a little known trick called “The Baby Method.”
Having had to repeat herself two too many times Stella reached through the crib bars and snatched the baby monitor transceiver off the side table and squawked into it. “Do I need to come down there and throw it in your faces!? WHHAAAAAAHHHH YOU DEAF LITTLE IDIOTS!!!” At that exact instant the door to the master bedroom burst open and a pit crew of of imp servants filed in and got to work.
One made for the window to draw the blinds and let the morning light in while the rest went to lower the crib bars and prepare for the labors ahead of them. “Finally! I swear sometimes, it feels like you WANT me to get a nappy rash, you lazy asses.” She complained as the rail came down and she was “crowd surfed out and gingerly laid on a freshly unrolled change mat. She hated that crib, the new one couldn’t come fast enough. First thing she did after Stol-ass ruined their bed with that random imp was burn the thing. Good! She hated having a big girl bed anyway and he always kept her from so much as installing guardrails so that was two birds and a stone already. But for as much money she was paying for her new furniture those craftsmen sure were taking their sweet time. But it would all be worth it when the renovations were done and she’d have her dream nursery. Even if she had to settle for this old crib they dragged out of storage for now. Even if it barley fit Stella without her legs dangling over the side. It’d all be worth it.
As the cloth cover was unfastened, the plastic pant pulled down and the first tapes of the diaper were ripped Stella mad a grabby hands motion and a an imp maid dutifully entered her field of vision offering her a rattle with a little shake. Stella happily grabbed the maid by the scruff of her uniform, picked her up off the ground and shook her back and forth, shaking the rattle too by proxy. The Goetia giggled at the welcome distraction until th hard work was done and her poopy bottom had been wiped clean. From there it was quick work wrapping her avian waist in a fresh daytime diaper. It took every imp to sit the princess up, after all why should she lift a finger, and Stella started to clap. Not out of any form of gratitude or recognition for the imps hard work, they knew that much. No, Stella was just happy to see how cute the new diaper prints with stars and sparkle prints looked, especially on her. Today was a big day after all, today Stella was going to…
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