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"Hang on, I agreed to spend some time at your place, not a nurser- Oh, no," Samus went pale as she noticed everything around her, "You want to... You want to put me in-"
Samus froze, her genetically-modified body hardening in Bayonetta's arms. The idea of being put into diapers, being seen as vulnerable, her hard armor broken...
She was in the flaming house again, Ridley staring her down. The last time she'd been in diapers was flashing in front of her eyes. The last time she'd felt so vulnerable.
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