Your mom lifts you up on to a changing table that you don't remember being there. She pulls down your pants and your underwear and throws them to the side. "Someone was playing with big boy clothes, naughty... naughty..." she cooes. You watch helplessly, for some reason you could not resist, as she powders your bottom. She slides an oversized baby diaper on your butt, it feels warm against your crotch. She follows the diaper with a onesie, in which she zips from the back. You hear a click, perhaps, a lock? "I need to go to work, it is time for your babysitter, Danny." she says.
"But I am eighteen years old, for god's sake!" you exclaim.
"Sure you are, honey." she replies, as she lifts you up in her arms again and places you in a large car seat.
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