Obviously, you weren't going to piss in your pants. You were going to toilet...however, you weren't going to be handled by your mother. No...way.
"I'll just be heading to the toilet," you answered, getting up yourself but as you did, you felt your mother hold you, stopping you from going.
"Ah ah ah," she tsked, "...mommy has to help you with that!"
"W-why? Y-you're not coming into the bathroom with me. Furthermore, I'm going to get myself off these stupid pull-ups. I have no idea how this even happened!"
Your mother frowned. "It looks like my baby is getting fussy with me. Will I have to give you a spanking? Come, there's no choice here, sweetie."
You were about to further protest when you felt your mother put one hand underneath your bottom and lifted you up with ease. Your eyes widened as you mother held and carried you like nothing! This couldn't be! You were at least 200 pounds!
You attempted to struggle, but then you felt your mother's chest squish against you causing some...problems. Your mother held you tighter.
"Now now...be a good boy, sweetie. I won't ask again. If you aren't cooperative, I will give you a spanking after I help you finish your business."
You stared wide-eyed at her and felt powerless. Did...she gain some kind of super-strength? Or were you suddenly lighter? Either way, you saw that escaping was out of the question.
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