You check yourself not finding anything unusual, however that is because what's happening is reality is changing to make it normal.
You resume your walk, your underwear slowly thickens into a thick disposable diaper. It continues to thicken until it starts feeling crammed into your pants.
"Man, why did I wear these pants? They're obviously too small for my diaper." After that statement the pants slowly thin and fade out of existence. Allowing the diaper to expand more, giving you a waddle-walk.
"What was I saying about pants? I don't wear them." Feeling relief as you hit an intersection some girls come by asking where your mommy is and do you need a change or a bottle. "No thanks, I'm fine." The girls just tickle you saying you're so cute. After the street clears you return to the walk.
You continue home feeling bloated as your stomach slowly fills with fat. Giving you a chubby child look. Your chest gets flabby moobs as your shirt rides up exposing your gut. Walking becomes harder as your butt and thighs grow into the hugely padded diaper and your arms get pudgy as you really start to waddle. You fell a little rumble in your butt as a fart escaped.
"Oh, just gas, hee hee. I'm thirsty. And my shirt is just too small. Why doesn't my mommy get me bigger baby clothes?" Like on cue, your backpack changes into a cute, puffy diaper bag that seems to have plenty of giant diapers and baby bottles of milk. You pull out a bottle and begin to suck on it, not seeing that you're shirt is morphing into an X-large baby tee with a kitty on the front as it re-covers your pudgy belly.
"Okay, all gone," smiling happily at your empty bottle. Almost at your house you...
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