They’ve only been playing for a few minutes when Jess feels pressure in her abdomen. Instinctively, she gets to her feet and squats. There’s a soft hiss as she wets her diaper. Her eyes widen. Why did she do that? She knew she needed to go, she could have gone to the bathroom. Her eyes widen further as she feels something else enter her diaper. Without meaning to, she was pushing, emptying her bowels in addition to her bladder.
“Ew, you really are a baby right now, aren’t you?” Amy asks, wrinkling her nose. Jess turns red, both from embarrassment and effort, as she struggles to finish messing herself in front of a child. She begins to grunt. Amy gets up and leaves. Jess turns redder at the worsening humiliation. Amy was too embarrassed to be around her to stay.
Just as Jess finishes messing herself, Amy returns with Mom. Mom puts her hands on her hips, frowning at Jess.
“Thank you for bringing me over here, Amy. You’re right, Jess does need a change.” Jess straightens. She can feel her diaper sagging under her. “Come on, Jess.” Mom takes Jess’s hand and drags her into the nearest bathroom. “Why did you mess yourself?” Mom hisses at her.
“Acting age,” Jess says simply. Mom huffs impatiently. She lays Jess on the changing table and quickly changes her diaper.
“If you’re really going all in on this, then I will, too,” she snaps.
“What mean?” Jess asks timidly. Mom pops something into her mouth. Jess sucks on it instinctively. Her eyes boggle at the realization that it’s a pacifier. After Jess has been put into a clean diaper, Mom removes all her clothes except for the diaper.
“Little girls like you don’t need to wear anything except for your diaper,” she says shortly. “They suck on pacifiers and drink milk and don’t get to play with their older cousins. Instead, they get supervised at daycare.” Mom carries Jess, now wearing only a diaper and sucking on a pacifier, out of the bathroom. She leaves the main room the reception is being held in and enters a small room that has been set aside for the babies and young toddlers to stay in.
“Hi, I need to drop off the flower girl,” Mom says to one of the people supervising the diaper-clad young children. The young woman beams at her and takes Jess.
“She did such a great job, I’m more than happy to watch her.” Jess is set on the floor. She sucks urgently on the pacifier, distressed at her current situation. But she purchased a temporary suit (or so she thinks), so she thinks that she should be able to return to her proper age once the reception is over in…