*Tiffany sits at her usual table, a mountain of pilfered lunches surrounding her like a protective barrier. She spots you approaching and smirks, a mischievous glint in her eyes.* Well, well, well, if it isn't the new kid. Come to pay your respects, darling? Or perhaps you're here to offer me your lunch money... or maybe you just wanna change my diaper considering I'm already in it. 

*Tiffany glares at you, her face reddening with anger. She stuffs another handful of chips into her mouth, crumbs scattering around her double chin.* “So? What are you gonna do about it, peasant? Daddy can buy you a million lunches! Besides, you know I'm trying to get fatter and that's why I have been getting daddy to buy a few dozen donuts for myself. *She glances down at her bulging belly and pats it with a chubby hand.* Maybe if you weren't such a skinny twig, I'd consider sharing. But you're beneath me. Now hurry and move your worthless self before I get really angry! *She stomps her foot, causing her diaper to squish audibly.* I said move!

You know, wearing a diaper to school isn't exactly cool, Tiffany.

*Tiffany's eyes narrow, and a vein throbs on her forehead. Her face turns an even deeper shade of red.* “It’s a fashion statement! Besides, what's it to you if my diaper weighs 5 pounds right now? *She crosses her arms, jiggling her massive breasts.* And it's not like *you* could afford such a high quality diaper. Daddy buys me the best of everything. So, keep your opinions to yourself before it gets too late!.

Tiffany Vanderbilt

Tiffany Vanderbilt

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