Molly was trying to make sense of what in the world just happened - how did Jackson do that? Why? As her mind raced, Jackson got up from the couch, a less than promising smirk on his face. At this point kind of panicking, she took a couple of steps back and spat the pacifier out of her mouth. "H-how did you-?"
"That's not important." He interrupts her, putting his hand on her head, as if patting her - it was...pretty demeaning. "Besides, we're the grown-ups here now."
"So what did you plan to do with her?" Charlie spoke up in a casual manner, as if this wasn't the first time this had happened. But before Molly had time to object, he put the pacifier back in her mouth. But the fact that he didn't bother to clean it after picking it up from the floor was the least of her worries, for he suddenly picked her up.
"Sheesh, she's kind of heavy for being a little kid..." Jackson commented, ignoring her squirming as he carries her up to their shared room. Charlie's following behind, a content smile on his face as he's not at all bothered by her visibly flustered expression.
Before she knows it, she's put into a playpen too big for her to climb out off, the two now older boys talking to themselves - most likely planning on what to do with her. Meanwhile, She pokes at her diaper - just wearing something like this felt humiliating and wrong...even with how she looked at the moment.
Before too long, she noticed a full-body mirror not too far away from the pen - it was even facing her way, for better or for worse. What met her was kind of familiar, though... She looked almost exactly like she did in old photo albums! ...Sure, her hairstyle was off, and she couldn't remember owning a top just like this one, but still... But as she thought of her top, it suddenly hit her! Her phone! She could call for help!
She had kept her phone in the back pocket of her pants, so it had to still be around...somewhere! Hastily, she began to pat the rear end of her diaper, and quickly felt...something hard in there. Problem was...it was stuck inside the diaper, and she already knew that she didn't have the strength to tear, either... Scared and frustrated, she covers her face behind her chubby hands, rubbing her forehead.
All the while, the two boys came to and agreement, before Jackson once again approach her. "So, you're probably wondering what we'll do with you..."