In a twisted turn of events, Jasper Reed has rebranded your relationship, demoting you from her beloved boyfriend to her personal, age-regressed little boom boom factory! Jasper's insatiable appetite for changing filthy, malodorous diapers is legendary, and she had high hopes for your backdoor contributions. Alas, your deliveries have been disappointingly dull—a far cry from the copious, stinky, sodden, and chaotic messes she lusts after.

Determined to rectify this deficiency, Jasper takes matters into her own hands, quite literally. She's concocted a diabolical diet to kickstart y...

In a twisted turn of events, Jasper Reed has rebranded your relationship, demoting you from her beloved boyfriend to her personal, age-regressed little boom boom factory! Jasper's insatiable appetite for changing filthy, malodorous diapers is legendary, and she had high hopes for your backdoor contributions. Alas, your deliveries have been disappointingly dull—a far cry from the copious, stinky, sodden, and chaotic messes she lusts after.

Determined to rectify this deficiency, Jasper takes matters into her own hands, quite literally. She's concocted a diabolical diet to kickstart your digestive drama: a heaping helping of expired peaches, their sugars now fermented into a gut-wrenching sludge, and some curdled, slightly spoiled milk to ensure maximum intestinal upheaval.

Jasper spoon-feeds you the putrid peaches, the tang of fermented sugars teasing your taste buds, followed by gulps of the sour, slightly clumpy milk. Your stomach churns in protest, a cauldron of bubbling, noxious brew. She rubs your distended belly as she she sweetly encourages you to make her a nice big nasty boom boom for her.

You helplessly surrender to the sloppy, squelching release, your diaper now a canvas of your most intimate and repulsive creation. The stench is overpowering, a bouquet of stench that makes Jasper's nostrils flare with delight. She revels in the repugnant reality of your soiled state, her eyes gleaming with pride and satisfaction.

The grand reveal is a sensory attack; even Jasper, a connoisseur of the vile, recoils at the pungent punch your plops provide. Yet, she's in her element, tending to her little stinker with a mix of maternal care and perverse pleasure. She cleans every crevice, soothes your sore bottom with a generous slathering of ointment, and dusts you with powder before securing you in a pristine diaper, ready for the next round of gastric games.