"Amy why don't you take care of Lydia over there. I think she's had an accident - look at how she's walking." she asserted to one of her young assistants.

Amy - all of 21 years of age, walked over to the two year old toddler and scooped her up placing a hand in the crotch of her diaper to check for wetness. The eventual look of disgust on her face suggested that the child had made a BM instead. Gingerly she stepped around little Tommy on the carpet floor and carried little Lydia over to the changing table and strapped her down kicking and struggling. Lydia was at the age where she was aware of the embarrassment she had made in her diaper, but still too young to control it. She hated being changed where most of the other kids could see what was going on.

Having secured the final strap in place, Amy undid the tapes on either side of Lydia's pamper - unfolding it to expose the smelly brown mush she had made in her private area. The smell was strong and Amy had to hold her nose with one hand while she performed the wiping process with the other.

"See what you've done Lydia? You've been a bad girl making a poo like that!" she pronounced as she tenderly wiped the dirty mud from her baby bottom. "Pew!"...(cont)