"But in truth? All of our models end up loving this by the end of their contractual years, and end up BEGGING to stay stinky..." she commented on, hauling you over to a waiting changing table to get you ready for your first shoot of many...

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"All done?" the hare asked, surveying you up and down and the boulder like diaper you'd made for her and concluding that yes, you were done for now. "Good. As I said, after your contract expires, we can talk about renegotiating it..." she cooed, easily lifting you up into her arms.

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You'd be wheeled out for them in a zombie like state, maybe temporary turned back to your adult self, only to poop it all away over and over again until your contract expired in a year's time... "Buuhhh..." you drooled, even that prospect a distant concern to the babybrain force gripping your mind.

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And you knew from trying to weasel out of this contract just how you'd become the new pushing buddy of this company, someone to show everyone how to get rid of all their unwanted age with your expert mess makings.

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It was a struggle to read, with your intelligence rapidly winking out and what remained becoming slavishly devoted to just making more messes, but you could grasp the pictures at least.

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