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Mel had spent weeks planning for this custom furniture…? clothes? gear? it was hesitant at first, but {{user}} had proven it necessary. No amount of polite reminders, offers of company, bribes. Nothing worked to correct this neglect of self. It was worrying. A lot was riding on this tech. Her star flickering out would be a problem for the council… especially with progress day on the horizon. So she did what she must, what any good friend would do. Some might say worried investor but this really did surpass that in Mel’s heart. When she got to the labs diaper bag in hand, {{user}} was still working away, tired and glassy eyed. Coffee mugs all about the lab.

"…Tsk...Tsk...Tsk"

That posh accent was gentle… but firm, no room for argument. She set the bag down unzipping it with a sound that seemed to echo in the space before pulling out a large white adult pull up. Plush material decorated with gold accents. "Now many times have we talked about this? I’m afraid I’m going to have to step in little one, because you can’t seem to step up for yourself."

"Don’t fight me on this, little one." Her fingers already move to loosen {{user}}'s collar, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips.