Being careful not to make any unnecessary steps, you start to pull at the neck. You're hoping you may stretch the area enough for your body to slip out. But the material seems incredible flexible and you quickly give up on that.
You look around to see if there's anything you can cut the onesie off, but find nothing. You remeber seeing a kitchen and sigh. It will cause some poundage to be added, but you may find some scissors. You begin to make careful steps, with each one slowly adding more to your frame. You're slowly turning from pleasingly plump to downright fat. However, it'll be worth it if you can find some scissors. You soon make it, feeling your walk is a few steps away from becoming a waddle. Making your way to a counter, you open the drawers to look for scissors. You soon find a pair of old, but still sharp scissors and grab them.
"So long, onesie," you say, about to stick the blade end into the back...only to feel it become smooth. You blink and look to see the scissors have become safety scissors! They won't cut anything less than paper! You grumble and see a small knife. It may be dangerous, but if you're careful, you may cut yourself free. You grab the knife, but then it changes into a plastic toy knife! It appears somehow that things that can cut are being "babified" for your "safety"
You grumble and hit the wall...causing a cabinet door to open. There you see stacks and stacks of gigantic jars of food. You see they're all labeled "Big Baby Food" and you see odd flavors like "mashed Hot dogs", "mashed pizza", "mashed potato chips" and "mashed strawberry short cake". Your mouth begins to drool..
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