I have a hard time believing, for the [In a Row] assignment, that I was supposed to have a diaper that was so far over stuffed that it reached down to my knees and I couldn’t put those knees any closer to shoulder width apart. But that is the way it was.
After getting dressed and deciding that none of the plus up were for me, I rolled the dice for option 1. A pair of twos would leave me with just an hour in the horrific outfit.
The first order of business was to take out the trash. Since I wasn’t allowed to wait until it actually got dark outside, this was a bit hair raising and left me in need of a break.
After making it back inside, I realized, while I was scrubbing the floor that my diaper worked as a third knee. When ever I got down on my knees, it bottomed out. Not good.
I then had a series of menial tasks leading up to serving drinks.
Apparently Mistress didn’t like the drink as she dropped a bar of soap in in and let me continue to hold it.
After letting it get good and soupy, the bar was shoved in my mouth and left there until I could prove how much I loved the taste of soap and wearing the over-stuffed diaper by dry humping my diaper against the floor.
Nothing I am looking to repeat.