Leah wakes up to Amber changing her diaper.
"Miss Diaper Teen, you really filled this up," she says. Leah scowls and opens her mouth to tell off Amber.
"Abagaba," is all that comes out of her mouth. Amber laughs as Leah's eyes widen in panic.
"Don't worry, you can still say some words. Well, sort of words. All your muscles can manage now should be basic baby talk. Ba-ba, boom-boom, mama. Things like that." Leah looks at her in horror. "You're probably wondering how that happened. That pacifier of yours had some drugs on it, which I got when visiting my doctor mom and nurse dad at work. There were three drugs. One to make you not aware of what you were doing while you sucked on it, one to make you lose control over muscles involved in talking, and one to make you addicted."
"Babagah," Leah says furiously. Amber laughs again.
"Nice try. Now, come on. Binky number two is ready for you." Amber waves it in front of Leah. To her frustration, she wants it. Bad. Amber really must have put something on it to make it addictive. Still, she tries to resist. "It doesn't have the drug to make you unaware. This is one I want you fully conscious for."
Reluctantly, Leah caves. She opens her mouth. Amber pops the pacifier in. Leah suckles hungrily. Amber grins, excited for the effects of this pacifier.