"Get me out of this freaking thing!" You said, rocking the table connected to the highchair like crazy, trying to get it to unlock.
"Whoever's doing this... it's not funny!" You exclaimed, looking in every direction. Again, seeing toys everywhere. "And... and making me fat!" You said, eyeballing your meaty arms, "That's not funny either!" You realized how strange of a thing that was to say once it came out of your mouth.
"Wait... wait..." You said, trying to calm down. "I should look for the switch or the buckle or whatever that holds this table shut. Who makes highchairs this big anyway?" You looked around for a way to unlock it, but found nothing and lost your patience in seconds; rocking on the table again.
"Get me OUT of it! Open, you damned f%$@#$ chair!" Getting more irate each second. To add onto the frustration, you even had to pee.
"If some physco set me up like this," you thought to yourself, "and fancies me being made into a big baby it seems, I am NOT gonna let them win."
Then you said aloud, "Open!" and finally, it either snapped or broke off. The force of your push sending you well off the chair and onto your feet.
Speaking of which, you were finding it quite hard to stand up. Even with all the extra pounds, it didn't seem right at all, like you were forgetting how to talk entirely. You felt the urge to pee even more now, it felt like it could start to leak out any moment. You pressed your legs together, clenched the front of your diaper, and desperately started waddling your way to a nearby door. Whilst continuing to rant.
"Isn't anybody here to help me?! Someone?! I demand somebody tell me what to do! And I--*cough* *cough*" You started coughing continuously, but persisted to shout, "Come here *cough* whight now! *cough* You guys awe stu-id! *cough* Hep me! *cough*" It was as if you were coughing out your vocabulary. Your legs started feeling even wobblier and weaker, and you just about had an accident, but you just barely stopped it with a muscle-flexing so strong it hurt.
Your bare foot stumbled upon a heavy toy, your flimsy legs finally gave out, and you plummeted onto the carpeted floor. Even though your head hit a pile of soft, stuffed animals, your falling had made you cry. Very, very loud and whiny. You helplessly wiggled your legs about the floor in anger. Then, your weakening bladder gave out as well, and you started filling the front and back of your two-inch thick disposable diaper with piping hot urine. Causing you to cry and scream even more.
"I WANT PEOPLE TO COME TO ME NOW, NOW, NO--*cough* *cough* *COUGH*" Your yelling was concluded by one last cough.
"Manauma! Waaaahhhh! Gaaaahhhh!" Was all that could come out afterwards.
Your helpless peeing into your diaper finally stopped. And you then wondered what happened to your voice.
"Gaagaam?! Manah?!" Your inability to talk make you scream and cry even more.
The big baby lying on the floor, teary eyes, wobbly legs, wet diaper, and gibberish-speaking tongue could finally be comforted when you heard the door at the end of the room start to creak open. It was...
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