As the young mother pushes the pram to a stop facing into the wall between the toilet and the change table see that in a triple pram with two cradles in from and a third under then handle to the back all facing toward the mother. After using her shoe to apply the brakes on the pram, she lowers the diaper bag hanging off her right shoulder to sit on the floor directly in front of them with open pockets running along the side they are able to see the top of several diapers peaking over the pocket to their left and what looks like a pack of wipes in the pocket to their right.
Oliver suggests “If we can climb to the top of those pockets we can jump onto her hand when she goes for a fresh diaper.”
“Go Idea, do you think we could climb up that crack between the two pockets, its for or five times our height?” Emily responds.
“Sure, follow me,” he says pressing his arms into the sides of the crack above his head an pulling up, “this is easy I think we must weight less for our size or something,” as he spreads his legs to hold him self in place and pushes his arms up further.
“Oh yeah, we should that’s why small animals can jump higher, I remember it’s called the cubic square law or something like that any way.” She comments as she follows him up.
As he reached the top, “I’m going to climb out on top of the diapers… Err…” he cuts off, with a cry as he slips falling down the inside of one of the diapers.
Moments later Emily pulls her head up above the pocket, looking over to he left at the diapers not seeing Oliver, she calls out “Oliver, where are you? What happened? Are you okay?” as she grabs the top of the diaper that he just fell into pulling herself out onto the diapers.
“Be careful, I slipped down inside one of diapers” he finishes too late.
At the sound of his voice Emily looks down to see him down the bottom of the diaper she was pulling herself onto jumping in shock, she manages to fall down landing on top of him. “Oops, that didn’t go to plan” she giggles, as she wiggles herself around to press against his warm chest, kissing him she asks “are you okay? What should we do now, even if we climb back up were just going to fall back down, and unless she grabs this diaper we’re not going anywhere, though if she does, we get a ride and don’t have to worry about falling off her hand.”
“Sure, that would work, we’d just have to worry about getting out of here before we get sealed up against the babies butt.”
“Oh, I don’t know that could be fun, don’t try and tell me it wouldn’t, you like playing with the dirty diapers from the trash when you’re fucking me, so I’m not going to believe the idea of being trapped in some little babies’ diaper doesn’t excite you too.”
“Oh, sure it would be fun for a bit, but I though the idea was to find help undoing what ever happened to us?”
“Why couldn’t we just get the mothers attention next time she changes the diaper?”
“Because she probably wound notice us in the messy diaper and we just get thrown out, or do you want to be thrown out Emily?”
“Oh, I didn’t really think that all the way through, though if we’re going to be stuck this size becoming diaper trashes dose have a certain appeal, but only if we can’t get back to normal, so I guess we need to try and get out of here.”