After ripping off the pink dress, you start heading over to the stroller to get your loot and figure a way out of this place. Then all of the sudden you hear the door start to squeak open.
Thinking it was the little girl you turn around to give her a piece of your mind when you see a giant foot clad in a brown sandal step in. Right away something was amiss to you as this was someone way larger then the little girl. Not knowing who this person is and not wanting to risk being notice, you do what you do best, play dead. You fall on your back right next to the stroller and have your head slightly tilted to keep an eye on who's coming in.
"Honey why is the door closed? I've told you so many times to leave the door open."
The door fully opens to reveal it is the trophy wife of a mother that you briefly saw at the mall. At the time you barely got a glimpse of her as you were quickly bought and pushed away by the little girl out the mall and to the car. But now you have a fantastic view of her and are speechless. Before you could think anymore, she steps into the playroom and observes the area and the mess it has.
"What's going on here and why is it so messy?" she says aloud to herself.
The mother steps around the room and looks at all the dolls and baby doll furniture.
You keep staring at her as she walks around looking at the ground. Your heart is beating like crazy afraid that you might have been caught. Just thinking about going to jail gives you the shudders. Then all of a sudden you both make eye contact. Your heart stops beating as you both look at each other. Seconds feels like hours as you lay there sweating. After a couple of seconds, she starts heading your way.
The powerful steps shake the ground you're under as she gets closer. You're able to take in her features and see that even in regular clothing, she looks amazing. On top she is wearing a simple dark color blouse with a low cut v that highlights her creamy cleavage and large breasts. You see that the shirt is barely able to contain those giant orbs of flesh as there is a second delay of jiggle after she takes a step. You continue to look down to see a nice slim waist that shows she must exercise regularly. Further down she is wearing a tight pair of blue jeans that accentuate her wide child bearing hips and those nice thick thighs that just seem to want to burst out of those jeans. Making you believe more that she definitely works out. Then finally you quickly see her feet are strapped into some comfortable brown sandals that has all of her toes wiggling in the open air.
She finishes crossing the room and stops right in front of you. Towering over your small body she looks down at you. With her long brown hair that goes past her shoulders fall down the side of her face as she stares at you with those brown eyes filled with maternal love, Just in the last few minutes of looking at this goddess of a woman and devouring her with your eyes, you have a raging hard on within your diapers that with a lot to your luck is well hidden by the thickness of the diaper. You're really starting to second guess removing that pink dress you were wearing as you feel cold and vulnerable as the woman looks at you. You remain as still you can with only your eyes slightly moving to see the scene as it unfolds.
After walking through the mess on the floor she stops in front of the baby doll and looks down. Confused as why the doll has only a pair of pink diapers on, she quickly turns around to look for the dress that it had on.
You remain as still as possible when you realize that you've been holding your breath this whole time and slowly exhale. You see that she looks confuse and quickly pivots on her feet to scan the room. Your jaw suddenly drops as you are presented a spectacular view from below of her enormous heart shaped ass. It's squeezed tightly by her jeans that at this point must be painted on her or something. You desperate want to reach out and touch this beautiful sculpture of art. Your hard on twitching underneath your diapers. "Oh god, how long can I last like this."
After quickly scanning the room and not finding the dress, she decides to have a closer look at the baby doll by bending down and picking it up.
You pick up your jaw once you see her turning back to look back at you. Unsure of what will happen next you see her start bending down by the waist. You are given an amazing view of her breasts as she bends down. Her bra and blouse barely able to keep those boulders from spilling out. It seems as they are going to crash on to you. You see her manicured hands flank you on both sides and hook under your armpits as they are about to lift you up from the ground. Almost flinching you keep repeating your mantra "Your a doll your a doll. Don't Move"
You are quickly lifted up to the air and feel a little queasy from the sudden shift of perspective. You are being held arms apart as she quickly checks you out. You are given an amazing view of her cleavage. Her breasts are bigger than your own head!
She starts talking to herself believing that she is alone.
"Oh what a cute realistic looking baby doll. Oh how they have changed since when I was a little girl."
"This brings back so many good memories. It hasn't been a day and Katy already has thrown it on the floor. I don't know why I buy her toys if this is how she is going to take care of it."
"I think i'll just hold on to this in my room for a bit and have a talk with Katy later on taking care of her toys"
She brings you in for a hug and cradles you against her chest and begins to move.
Feeling her warm bosom all over your body and surrounded by her sweet smell you almost lose it right there as this is the first time you really experience a woman's touch. "Maybe I wouldn't mind sticking around a little longer" you thought to yourself as the mother reaches the door.
What happens next?
(Author's note: Let me know what you thought and here is what I'd thought the mom would look like but its up to your imagination. https://i.imgur.com/yNih5Ru.jpg)
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