"Muh mmh mmm" I try to speak with the passifier stuck in my mouth. I try to pull it out with my mitten covered hands, but the soft coverings merely slip on the smooth nub on the passifier.
Roxy looks in amusement as I fumble with it. "Careful, you don't want to-" She stops short as I use both hands at once to squeeze the nub in hopes for a better grip. Strangely, as I squeeze it, it compresses and a strange liquid squirts from the other end into my mouth. It tastes foul and I swallow it immediately to get it away from my tongue. "Aww" I was hoping to use that later, but it looks like you are eager to get on with it!" She smiles as I start to feel weak. My muscles start to relax and I can barely stand. I sway back and forth before I fall into her arms. I can only look at her as she carries me towards the bed. She lies me there on my back. "Looks like the muscle relaxant is working quite fast. Unfortunately, I might not have enough time to get you into your diaper before the laxatives hit."
Roxy casually begins rummaging through a bag next to the crib as my bowels begin to rumble, and I lay powerless to retreat to the bathroom.(A): She retrieves the diaper in time.
(B): She doesn't retrieve the diaper in time.