She had no idea what was going on. All she knew was what she was, a diaper. Ms.Cook never particularly liked her son's girlfriend but now she physically could not complain anymore. She couldn't move or speak in this form and now she was strapped to the rear end of a small baby. She could still see somehow almost as if through a 360 lense. She mostly saw the grass below them currently though. "Where the hell has she taken us?" Ms.Cook the diaper thought. But then suddenly she felt a sensation from within. The small baby tina was taking a tinkle. "Oh no."
Ms.Cook could feel her pillowy form start to flood with urine and begin to bloat. The smell was bad, to say the least, and she could not bear these accursed senses she still possessed. If only Nina had turned off the sentence setting for Ms.Cook maybe than that slight bit of Mercy would not leave Ms.Cook craving an end to this newfound existence. Ms.Cook could hear giggling but it was not from Tina. "Oh no, she got another one." Ms.Cook almost felt bad for whomever else was just now trapped like her. But her feeling of pity was short-lived when Ms.Cooks inner walls squelched with a river of shit. Her form bloated even more now as the horrid stench of baby poop-filled her nostrils. "Dear God why?"