... up the pipe you came in through, forced out by the walls of the stomach contracting. Gushing out of the mouth you were blinded by bright daylight for a moment as you flowed accross warm skin before soaking into grey fabric. "Aw, Logan! Well, that's what mommy gets for forgetting the burp cloth at home." you heard a woman say. You didn't hear the baby crying any more, apparently he had calmed down now he'd puked you out. You did hear a lot of noise from other, slightly older children in the background though, it sounded like some sort of playground.
Looking around, you realized you were on the woman's back. You could see grass and trees and people sitting on blankets on one side and tan skin and a bra strap on the other. "Emily! Come on, time to go home!", the woman called out. "But I wanna go on the big slide again!", a small girl's voice replies. "Tomorrow, okay? Daddy will be home soon and we'll eat dinner." "Promise we come here again tomorrow?" "Promise. Now come on."
The woman got up and walked on, apparently pushing a stroller. "Did Logan throw up on you again?" Emily asked. "Yeah, a lot. There's more on my back." A tomboyish girl, maybe 5 years old, appeared and looked up at you, then broke out in giggles. "Eeeeewwww! It's all over your back!" she exclaimed. Apparently she found you really funny as a big slightly off-white stain of barely digested breast milk.
The walk home past some big apartment blocks took only about 15 minutes, but as it was a warm summer day you were mostly evaporated by the sun and mixed with the woman's sweat by the time she entered an apartment building. Still your senses remained intact, apparently you would "live on" as the stain even if you weren't really breast milk anymore.
As soon as the woman arrived in her apartment, she took her top off. For a moment she held it in her hands and gave you a chance to take a look at her. She was short and plump, maybe around 30, with short blonde hair and a friendly face with big green eyes and a button nose. The breasts you'd been in were large and looked a bit constricted in her nursing bra. Her belly showed the marks of her recent pregnancy. You would have liked to take a closer look at her, but unfortunately she dropped you on an overflowing laundry basket in the bathroom and walked away, probably to tend to Logan you heard crying in the distance.