After about an hour of watching stuff on Netflix you hear a knock on your bedroom door.
"Dinner`s ready sweetie" Anna says from the hall.
Pausing the show you're currently watching you crawl off the bed and get up to leave your room, your stomach rumbling a bit and mouth starting to salivate with the pleasant aroma emanating from the kitchen. You'd move quicker to get to the kitchen but the padded disposable is impeding your movement a bit and you're still getting used to walking with your legs slightly more apart than they usually are.
Walking into the kitchen you move up to the table, two chairs pulled out with your mom already sitting on one as she dishes up a delicious looking pasta dish on to both your plates.
"Take a seat baby, your sister won't be joining us tonight so it's just going to be us, I think she said shes around Angelas house or something"
You take a seat to the left of Anna, the wooden chairs are normally quite hard to sit on but your diaper adds a degree of comfort this time. Youre relieved to find out Lizzie isn't here this evening especially since you're unsure as to whether she knows whats going on, although if she does know the fact that she`s with Angela this evening doesn't bode too well either.
"Drink?" Anna asks interrupting your thoughts.
"Yes please mommy"
Anna pours some of the tasty apple juice stuff you were drinking earlier today in to a tall glass in front of you, a glass of water accompanies her meal. Once poured you start on the pasta meal in front of you covered in a delicious herb and garlicky source.
You're not sure whether its because youre still a bit tired from the way your body has been behaving over the last couple of days or whether it's due to your appetite but you find your mouth tiring quite quick when eating. Your coordination seems to be suffering a bit too as when you fork some food into your mouth you end up brushing it against your upper chin and sides of your mouth before it goes in.
Just after you've ate the final piece from your plate you hear Anna start giggling beside you, having finished hear meal a few minutes ago.
"Oh sweetie, look at you..." Anna gets up to go to one of the kitchen drawers and brings out some wet wipes. "Hold still, let mommy clean you up"
Humiliation starts to swell up within you but quickly dies down again as Anna takes the scented wipes and cleans the sauce from your face. You realize all too well you should be doing this yourself (although equally realizing you shouldn't have got this messy in the first place) but can't help but just relax and enjoy the sensation of Anna cleaning you.
"There! All clean! Except from that t-shirt, looks like it's going to have to go in the wash tonight." Looking down you see a few pasta stains there, before you know it Anna has lifted up your arms and is pulling your t-shirt off before throwing it in the washer under the sink.
"Why don't you go through to the living room sweety and I'll bring dessert through"
Lifting yourself off the chair you waddle through to the lounge shirtless as Anna gets on with clearing the table.
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