Your own diapered mom comes in to change you.

"Kaya honey," you hear your mom call out. "You awake?"

Oh no!

You suddenly bring the blanket up, covering your chest. You start to smell the soiled nature of your underwear and feel revulsion. Not from the smell oddly enough, but from the impending moment where your mom would see your in a used diaper.

"Good morning honey," said her mom in an unusually sweet tone as she walked in, and you could only balk.

Your eyes could not help but stare at her mom. More specifically her tits. She was shirtless and braless, the only thing she was wearing being a diaper just like yourself. A used one if the big yellow stain on the front had indicated.

She bent over, her large breasts practically dangling in-front of your face as she tugged the blanket off of you. You suddenly wrapped your arms around your own breasts before lowering one of your arms to futilely hide your diaper.

She payed your state of undress or the unusual spike of modesty that shot through you as she opened the cabinet. In what used to be the your panty drawer she pulled out a folded, unused diaper similar to the one you were wearing now, along with a box of wipes and baby powder. She gently pushed you back down as you could only watch in anxiety-based paralysis as she untaped your diaper. She paid no mind with the smelly mess you made as she wiped you clean with the unusually large wipes before she balled up the poopy diaper and throw it away in a nearby trashcan before she replaced it with the new diaper good as new.