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Faith's eyes glazed over for a moment as she adjusted to her new reality, mouth agape and a thin line of drool dripping from her freshly formed muzzle. Her empty hand found its way down to the front of her diaper and gave the swollen padding a good squeeze. The woman's tongue lolled out of her mouth and her glazed eyes turned inward until they were fully crossed, so engrossed she was in kneading the doughy diaper around her legs, greatly enjoying the sensation she had not known since early childhood. Clarissa fumbled with the boom mic, both her and Thomas in a state of shock, lowering it just enough that everyone currently watching could very clearly hear the tell-tale *purr* of a very happy kitty cat coming from the reporter turned toddler.

"Faith?!" Clarissa called out in an attempt to get her attention.

This succeeded in shaking the overgrown cub out of her lustfully regressed stupor, bringing her back down to earth and sparking a purpose within her: She hadn't finished the interview! Faith looked much more focused now and raised up her mic - now an oversized baby rattle, which she could not resist giving a little shake after she brought it up to eye level, eliciting a giggle from her lips - before turning back to the lioness who was still in the middle of fingering herself without a care in the world; though now she was paying significantly more attention, a parental smile on her face as she made sure to look directly at her new baby.

"Oh my golly I'm soooo sorry mommy, I hadda accident and it just felt soooooo good!" Faith giggled, her tail swishing excitedly. The childish change in demeanor and mannerisms was quite jarring to her crew, but diligent as they were they continued filming, albeit admittedly ready to bolt soon.

"That's perfectly fine kitten." Faith's new mommy said, emphasizing the 'per' with a roll of her tongue. "Accidents happen! That's what our diapers are for. Now, where were we?"

Faith had gotten distracted shaking the rattle again. Despite this, she remembered she was a very big girl with a big important job and continued the interview. "Ummmm, oh! I was doin' a in-ter-view." She sounded out the word phonetically, language having been dribbling from her brain down to the front of her diaper this whole time, her IQ steadily declining with each absentminded accident. Yet still she was one of mommy's smarter adoptees. "And I was intra vooin' you, momma!"

The lioness gasped in faux surprise. "Me! Why, what an honor, kitten. What did you want to know?"

Faith went cross-eyed again as she wracked her brain for the question. "Ummmmmm... whatcha doin' here? Why are all the babies and mommies at the baby store? The people wanna know!" She giggled again at her little catchphrase.

"Me and a few other ladies heard there was a sale going on for new mothers on pretty dresses and baby supplies and allll the toys you could ever want, of course!" She said matter of factly, one hand on her hip and the other still very much down the front of her diaper. "Do you want to go get some pretty clothes and toys sweetie? Or do you want some num-nums first?"