Turn away

"Don't worry. I don't want to see this." You say, turning away from the ridiculous scene. "I can't believe you're taking the joke this far."

With nothing else to do, you wander out of your room, feeling very exposed. in your {if Girl=true}nightie and {endif}diaper. However, you reason that that the only other person home is your father. He's certainly in on whatever this joke is too so there's no point hiding from him.

In the living room, you find a giant playpen with a collection of toys suitable for toddlers and there are two high chairs at the dining table, both somehow proportioned for an adult.

"There you are." Your mother emerges with Jane. "Time for breakfast."

She helps Jane up into one of the highchairs and traps her in place with the tray then turns to you.

"No way." You insist, backing away from her. "I'm not sitting in a high chair."

She grabs your arm and you find yourself unable to pull away. Effortlessly, she pushes you into the seat and locks the tray in front of you.

"How did you just do that?" You ask.

"It's the spell." Jane explains as your mother ties a bib around her neck. "We can't physically resist an adult any more than a real toddler could."

"Oh my God!" You finally realise. "This is all real."

"Yes." She sighs.

"What are we going to do?" you ask as your own bib is tied.

"I don't know." She says. "Maybe the rattle can change everything back."

"Where is it?" You ask.

"I don't know." She says again. "I was in my room when I used it and then I woke up in the cot."

Your mother places a plastic bowl in front of each of you. They are filled with an unidentifiable goo. The orange colour suggests that some of it is carrot. Positioning herself between the two of you, she begins feeding you with plastic spoons.

Jane pulls a face as she accepts the first mouthful then your mother brings a spoonful to your mouth.

At that moment you feel liquid trickling down over your balls and pooling under your bottom. You gasp as you realise that you're wetting your diaper and you hadn't even felt like you needed to pee.

Your mother takes this opportunity to shove the spoon into your mouth. You pull the same face as Jane did as you swallow the mush.

Once both bowls are empty, your mother cleans your faces with a damp cloth, removes your bibs and finally releases you and Jane from the highchairs. Your diaper feels thicker and heaver between your legs as you get down.