Insist that there's no way you're going to shit yourself.

"There's no way I'm going to shit myself." you insist.

"We'll see." She smiles. "Anyway. It's time for your breakfast." She takes you by the hand and pulls you out of the room.

The rest of the house looks mostly normal. However there's a large playpen set up in the living room and as you reach the dining table you find a highchair, somehow proportioned for an adult.

You aren't surprised when your sister leads you to the highchair.

"I am not getting in that." You insist, backing away.

"Yes you are." Jane laughs, easily forcing you into the seat and trapping you there with the tray. Next, she ties a bib around your neck and goes to get your food.

She returns with a plastic bowl filled with an unidentifiable goo. The orange colour suggests that some of it is carrot.

Taking a plastic spoon, Jane scoops up some of the goo and brings it to your mouth. "Here comes the airplane." You hold your mouth closed. Not wanting to let her feed you both because it's humiliating and because it looks totally unappetising.

She presses the spoon to your lips, deliberately smearing the contents across your face.

You resist her attempts to feed you until you feel liquid trickling down over your balls and pooling under your bottom. You gasp as you realise that she was right about you having no control. You're wetting your diaper and you hadn't even felt like you needed to pee.

She takes this opportunity to **** the spoon into your mouth. "Good {if Girl=true}girl{else}boy{endif}." She praises you.

You glare at her as you swallow the weird-tasting mush.

"Good morning, {if Girl=true}Princess{else}Little Man{endif}." Your father greets you on his way to make his morning coffee. "Good morning Jane."

You start to respond but that just gives Jane a chance to shove more of your breakfast into your mouth.

"Good morning Dad." She says happily, already preparing the next spoonful.