Over the course of the day, Jenny realized that she actually LIKED the feeling of her diapers. She especially loved the feeling of filling them with a massive load of mess. And she also really liked the fur, the claws, even the teeth, and especially the tail. In fact throughout the day she had had to stop her tail from wagging at the pleasure she felt when she messed herself. The choice was obvious, and she wrote down C. Right before her very eyes, the note's text changed. It now read;
"You've chosen Option C.
And you like it We see.
We'll let you keep it at the end
But for now, a mess three times larger comes out your end.
Don't worry a bit,
In your diapers the mess will always fit
No need to worry about leaks, though you might still be bothered about the reek.
Your diapers will stretch to match."
Well, that told her three things.
One, their rhyming meter was off
Two, she had misunderstood the first cookie, it was the volume of her messes, not the frequency of them, that were increased.
And three, she apparently was going to have some very big diapers soon.