Your mother is incredibly large, but only as large as you you note. She's wearing a stained blouse and a skirt which hugs here massive bum and thighs tightly. She waddles over to you and says "Awww, is my precious baby girl awake. Lets get you changed and ready for your big day!".
'Your big day! What was she on about!' you think panicking. You squirm a little bit due to your discomfort which your mum uses as an excuse to plunge her finger into your diaper.
"Yep just as I thought, wet!" she says whilst sniffing the air "And you pooped." Scooping you up into her arms a you suddenly become aware of the cold air going against your wet crotch and as your mother place her hand on your buttocks to support you, you feel the mess spreading around, causing you great discomfort and much to your embaressment a baby-like whine. "There we go!" she chimes as she sets you down on a changing table and begins to untape your nappy. As she pulls it off, you feel the breeze full on and begin too pee freely into the air, and into your mother. "Woah, woah, What the hell " she says as she holds up the old diaper to protect her from the pee, "I thought only baby boys peed like that, not little girls" as the stream stops and you let out a babyish squeal of delight instead of a laugh "I might need to get that looked into" she says with a look of disgust on her face as she looks at her wet blouse.
She quickly gets you cleaned up, wiping your poo ridden bottom and drying your piss soaked front. You feel genuine relief and comfort from the fresh diaper, but casting an eye down towards it, you feel embaressment at its comfort and shame for your need for it. You feel the strap on the changing table get pulled across your enormous stomach, "Mummys gonna change her shirt, this stench makes me sick, just stay put, ha I doubt you could sit up let alone get off that." she says waddling out of the room. As you sit there you begin to think, How did this happen? Why did this happen? How did me and my mum get so fat? these thoughts race through your mind before you feel a rumble in your giant stomach. Your stomach begins to hurt, as it begins to cramp up. Suddenly you feel yourself spit up, something which normally wouldn't be an issue, but due to your immense girth and lack of coordination aswell as being strapped in place you quickly find the small amount of spit up to be choking you.
You wave your arms aimlessly, unable to get your mind to move them as you want, you can hear your arm fat smack against your fat, but the sound begins to grow faint as your face turns blue and your, well this, world grows faint. Your losing consciousness when you hear the muffled words, "Well now mummys all change.... OMG, my baby my baby!". The strap is torn away and you're heaved heavily into the air. Thud, your feel a hit on your back, thud, this second more urgent one does the trick. You cough up your mess all over your mums new blouse. You begin to cry uncontrollablly whailing as loud as you can. "There there, there there, shhh baby, its okay." Somehow after minutes of rocking and cooing you calm down. "Now then, we'll get you changed and ready for your big day, I'll never let you out of my sight again though. Lets get you dressed in...
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