Some cubs hide in the ball pit to stealthily fill their diapers up without notice. I, however, am no such cub. Any bab wishing to join me has plenty of time before either the inevitable changies or I push the one big load that releases my brown terror into the abyss, to be forever lost (or at least until hazmat or some weirdly fascinated kid finds it).
The soft comfort of a ball pit full of used diapers would be amazing. The smell would be so pleasantly intoxicating, to stink-loving raccoons like myself!
The soft comfort of a ball pit full of used diapers would be amazing. The smell would be so pleasan
