Mew's eyes glowed blue and a pink diaper appeared on her bum. She held the back open and dropped you inside, letting the diaper snap shut. She chuckled and rubbed her diapered rear.
"Gotcha now, meanie! You're never getting outta there. I'm gonna poop allllll over you! Then, once my diaper is nice and full and you're buried under all my poo, I'll throw you away, and that'll be it. You'll be stuck in a dump somewhere, trapped forever in my diaper dungeon. Unless some Muk or Trubbish eats you or something."
Mew giggled as she flew away, a little fart escaping her rear, as if to foreshadow your fate.
About a week later, you were in the dump. Try as you might, you could never escape from your poopy prison. Mew would think about you every now and then and laugh, imagining you trapped in her poop.
You were mean to Mew and ended up as diaper food.
