Satisfaction & Shopping

"Mommy, I wanna look at the Pokemon!" Hilda stomped her foot on the sidewalk outside, but her Mom took her by the hand all the same. "No, sweetie, we have to get you home.  I'm all out of diapers, and..." Hilda's mom looked over her daughter with a sense of resignation. "Let's go." She dragged Hilda behind her, past the windows of a Pokemon adoption center.

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"Oh no no nooooo, I wanna lookie the Pokemons!" Hilda puffed her cheeks out and tried so hard to make a stand, but she was so small and her Mom was such an adult, and she just wanted to look at Pokemon darnit!

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"Hilda," her mom said with a sharp tone.  She knew her daughter well, and this fussy attitude was always a symptom of a tummy ache.  If Hilda filled her diaper now, while they were out, she would have to wait until they got home to get changed. "I'll have to pack extra diapers next time," Hilda's mom said to herself, then paused at the window, where a Pikachu looked up at her.  Against her better judgement,  Hilda's mom let go of her daughter's hand and poked at the Pikachu through the glass.

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"Mmm...mmmmm!" Hilda crossed her legs as much as she could manage with a diaper between them, and pursed her lips, grunting. There was an inevitability here and her Mom wasn't even noticing it. Oh well!

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"Hilda, sweetie.  Look at this cute little Pika--" She froze, watching her daughter, as the grown girl squatted on the sidewalk and grunted.  The seat of her dress flared up and Hilda's mom watched the diaper underneath swell and darken.  With an exacerbated sigh, her mom played with the strap on the diaper bag. "Well... we really gotta get you home now, huh?  Or you'll stink up the whole street."

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"Nuhuh Mama!!" Hilda whined and pouted stroppily, shaking her head left and right and tugging on the hand that strung her along. "This. Isn't. Fair. Wan'. Look. At. Pikachu!!" There was just no use, though, 'cause her Mom held her tight and escaping from her was akin to slipping out of a Master Ball. This stinks!