“Here she is,” the saleslady gestured with mock drama, “Caroline.” Caroline
“Here she is,” the saleslady gestured with mock drama, “Caroline.” Caroline lay diapered, handcuffed in a little nursery, with a glass panel in the front, for possible adopters to look in through. Two middle-aged women and the saleslady stood outside the glass. “Is she completely regressed?” asked one woman. “Nope. She’s became relatively receptive to bottle and breastfeeding,” the saleswoman replied cooly, “but she’ll still struggle when being fed baby food. Don’t worry. A few good spankings and a funnel gag will fix that.” “Is she potty trained?” The other woman asked. “Definitely not. In fact,” the saleslady said, opening the door and sniffing, “I think we’ll find a present in her diaper right now.” The three ladies went in to the room, and one sniffed the air. Someone clearly messed their diaper. “We’ll take her. Now Caroline,” one woman said as she squatted near a frantically struggling Caroline, “Ready for a diaper change?” -- source link