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ivered. Far off in the distance he heard the sound of running
water and a second later the high pressure stream hit him, stinging
him with it's needle spray. He moaned his protest into the pacifier
as the painful jet investigated his soiled nether region.
As quickly as it had come it departed, leaving him sore and
tired. He sensed there was a new load of effluent ready to escape.
To his own shock and amazement he hoped he would be re-
diapered soon.
His hands were cuffed behind him again and he was led
back into the main room. This time there was no waiting for the
table to be prepared and he was directed onto the waiting pads
without delay, his legs again forced up and apart by the stirrups.
But the pads beneath him were different, artificial and plastic like.
He guessed it was a disposable diaper. There seemed to be a lot of
extra padding running down the middle, waiting to be drawn up
between his legs.
Then came the warm softness of baby powder, drying the
last traces of water. He wished he could smell it but
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