Marcia suckled on her pacifier thoughtfully as she swiped through articles on her chunky, baby-proof tablet. Though she was in the body of a six-month-old and had all the physical limitations of one, mentally, she remained an adult, complete with her talking and reading abilities. She did have a few exceptions to her adult mind. She cried when her needs weren't met, had a new appreciation for children's media, and enjoyed age-appropriate toys and activities. But since those didn't impede her ability to research, she was helping Rusty look for a way to reverse their curse. Personally, she would have preferred to continue looking at the mansion, but Rusty's maternal instincts towards her meant they had to research from the safety of Marcia's apartment.
There was a rumble in Marcia's tummy. With a loud fart, her bowels emptied, filling her diaper with a hot, sticky mess. Marcia took out her pacifier.
"Rusty, I need a change!" she called. Rusty, who was going through books at the kitchen table, got up with a sigh.
"It's about time for a break anyways," she said. She walked over to where Marcia was, sitting in her carrier in the adjacent living room. Marcia was too young to sit up on her own, so research had to be done from her baby carrier, which provided the support needed to sit up.
Rusty removed Marcia from her carrier and changed her diaper on the living room floor. When she finished, she picked Marcia up and went into the kitchen. Marcia grabbed at Rusty's covered breasts.
"Hey!"
"I'm hungry!"
"All right, all right, baby." Rusty sat down at the table, lifted her shirt, and unclasped her nursing bra. Marcia eagerly latched on to the exposed nipple. After a week as a baby, she had become an expert in nursing. Rusty's warm, rich, sweet milk began flowing into Marcia's tummy the second she started to suck. Marcia smiled. This was her favorite part.
Once Marcia had her fill, Rusty burped her, then placed her in a baby swing in front of the living room TV.
"No more research from you today, baby. Mommy will keep looking, though," Rusty said. She put Marcia's pacifier into the baby's mouth. Marcia nodded. Rusty felt the need to keep her from spending too much time on her tablet for some reason. Probably her protective maternal instincts. That was why Rusty kept calling herself Marcia's mommy. Not that Marcia minded. She herself almost called Rusty "mommy" multiple times a day.
Marcia turned her attention to the TV, which Rusty had turned on to the kids' channel. Marcia clapped her hands in excitement. Her favorite show was on! Rusty kissed the top of her head and returned to the kitchen. Marcia felt bad for Rusty, stuck as a nursing single mother. But Marcia couldn't help but enjoy herself. She watched her show happily, her diaper warming as she wet herself. This was the life. She could get used to this.