"Wha... Buh..."
That felt like a... strange way for her mother to be addressing this particular issue but at the same itme...
Well, it did certainly sound welcome at the very least. Maybe she could try and worry about... whatever all of this was after her diaper was changed.
"Mm... 'Rika wan' the boom-boom go bye-bye!" cried the little girl at once.
W-Wait, why did she say that? It just kind of instinctively slipped out...
Not that her mom seemed to think anything of it, as the woman simply replied, "Aww, poor baby... Don't worry, Mommy will get you in a niiiice new diapie!" before promptly scooping her up by the underarms.
"Nngh..."
It... Did definitely feel good no longer having to stand in her dirty diaper at least. Just being in a position to be held off the ground and letting gravity put a slight bit of distance between herself and the mess in her underwear helped a lot as it was.
"Now then, let's go get that tushie niiiice and clean, and then you can play a little bit before din-din, huh, sweetie?"
This was... Okay. Unpacking the situation. As she was carried back upstairs to her room, the little girl considered the state of things.
She had pooped herself and then suddenly had her clothes morph into a diaper and a onesie while her bedroom turned into a nursery fit for an oversized toddler. She kept instinctively talking like a baby. Her mom didn't seem to see anything amiss about this at all.