Still her skinny old self, her fine youthful figure still intact. She sniffs the air, detecting a hint of defication, which you yourself were only just aware of. "Don't worry dear, I'll have you cleaned up in no time." Your mother drops the cribs side, and begins to slide your immense weight onto what appears to be some sort of mobile platform, once on it, your mother grabs some sort of pump, like for lifting up cars and places under your gargantuan rear, and begins to pump away, slowlry lifting your bum into the ari. Finally satisfied with the height, your nappy is changed. The copious amounts of poop are cleaned from the many rolls on your bottocks and deep crack. A new diaper is placed on you, too your embaressed pleasure and your bum is dropped. You are left in the blue onesie as the mobile platform is pushed out of the room, "time for brekkies" she says heaving you out with relative easy. Luckily you lived in a bungalow so your mum doesn't have to struggle down a staircase. As your wheeled into kitchen, along with the rest of your family. You look ath your siblings, who used to be younger than you and you see...
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