It was amazing however just how fast plans could change, as you leaned over the handles of the stroller again to stroke the baby...it vomited all over itself.
"Ewwww, disgusting!" you grimaced, as any mothering instincts you might have had suddenly evaporated. It wasn't that you didn't know how to clean the mess up, after all you now had the woman's memories, it was just that you didn't want to.
"This mommy's not cleaning that up!" you grumbled, as you had another grope of the woman's breasts and rubbed her vagina through her dress, groaning as you did so.
"Sorry there titch, but you're gonna have to have your normal mommy back" you said to the baby.
You then left the young mother's body and she slumped unconscious to the pavement, one hand still on the stroller, and a passing couple ran to her assistance. Having made sure she was okay, you moved on down the street, wondering what to do next.
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