Tina waits expectantly for a reaction, but is surprised to find Leah roll her eyes.
"I won ut up a fuss, 'ina, I'm ot a baby." She mumbled around her thumb. Tina was so caught off guard, she didn't stop her as she walk towards the kitchen.
"W-wait, Leah, hold on. Aren't you forgetting something?"
The teen paused and gave her an annoyed look.
"Ooh ust ed get da skillet, wight?" She was said, still sucking her thumb without any hesitation.
"Leah...you just pooped your pants." Tina pointed out, still in disbelief. Leah took her free hand to feel her behind, and...shruged.
"So?"
Tina almost choked. "Did you even realize?"
"No, bah whaefer."
"Leah, I can't understand you with your thumb in your mouth."
She takes it out with an exaggerated groan.
"Holy shit, Tina, you going to police me all night?"
"No, no, just...you can't walk around with poop in your pants! It'll ruin your clothes, and stink up the room! You'll get a rash! You'll..." Tina paused as she fully realized: Leah didn't find anything she just did unusual at all. With a growing sense of trepidation, she wondered if she should use another trigger. Is she taking this too far already? At the very least...she couldn't walk around messy like that. She gulped as she decided what to do.
"...do you need to change into some...*fluffypants*?" She reached into the supplies she was given and pulls out a diaper. Leah stares at the rectangle, giving Tina a moment of worry, before the teen let's out a huff and grabs it.
"That's a weird way to say diapers, but whatever. I probably should get changed and avoid making a mess. Sorry." She then narrows her eyes and points an accusing finger at Tina, "But only because I want to! Don't think for a second you can start babying me like one of your charges, got it?" Tina gives a nod, but can't hide the smile that's building on her face.
As Leah walks to her room to change, Tina let's out a gasping laugh. Did...did that really just happen? The trigger was meant to make her have the urge to wear a diaper, but she wasn't expecting such a strange reaction. It's like Tina invaded Leah's teenage perception, and dropped a baby payload inside. She heard grunts from down the hall, and a spark of excitement and worry rose; she didn't give Leah any triggers to have another accident, did she? She opens Leah's door to get a face full of diaper butt shaking in her face, Leah grunting in effort trying to pull her jeans up over her bulky underwear.
"Tina, what the hell?!"
"S-Sorry, I thought...you sounded like you were in trouble."
"Yeah, well, wherever you got these things *grunt* they're way too thick! Stupid jeans won't fit over this stupid diaper!"
The image was a contradictory one, giving Tina equal parts concern and joy. It wouldn't be too bad if she used a few more triggers, would it? Just to help her situation?
"Aww, don't be a *fluffy-puffy girl*. Don't you like your new underwear?"
Leah blinked rapidly at the new effect.
"I mean, yeah, I love wearing diapers. They're super soft and comfortable." Leah admitted, blushing at the revelation, "But god, are they annoying! I'm going to need to bump up a size just to fit my pants over them!"
Tina thought she was going to have a heart-attack. That...was so cute! But she had to hold it back for just a little while longer.
"You could...*pig foot* around it and go bare? No one else in the house but us, afterall."
Leah froze, mid-bounce on tugging her jeans up, before scoffing and pulling them back down.
"You know what? You're right. This is too much trouble just to walk around an empty house." She took her jeans and threw them onto her bed in anger, "Who needs pants anyways?"
She turns to Tina, crossing her arms with the typical angst of a teen while her diapered waist laid entirely exposed.
"Sorry that took so long. You still need help cooking?"
Tina fought back tears. Tears? Was she crying? Was she...this happy to have her step-daughter act like a baby? Did she want a baby that bad? Leah also looked concerned, making Tina wipe eyes quickly.
"Woah, you alright there Tina?" Leah's angst melted away for just a second to show a genuine concern. If only she could feel that to a degree all the time...maybe even call her mommy. But Tina was getting a head of herself. There's no triggers to make Leah love her, and while there was one to make her call Tina 'mommy'...she refused to use it. If Leah were ever to call her mom, Tina wanted to EARN it, not force it.
"It's fine. Nothing to fuss about." Tina responded with a watery smile, then holding back a laugh as Leah started to suck her thumb. Whoops, that one slipped out!
"Oh Leah, you need to stop that. Your thumb will prune up! Here, a *long-neck turquoise* can help." Tina said as she grabbed a pacifier, hoping her words weren't TOO strange. Tina tried to grab Leah's arm to pull her thumb out, but the teen jerked out of her grip. Right, baby steps. She presented the pacifier, hoping the trigger will do the rest of the work, and was happy when Leah reluctantly removed her thumb and replaced it with the offered object. And now her diapered teen was sucking a pacifier; it made Tina so happy, she wanted Leah to feel the same.
"Doesn't that feel better, my *strawberry* girl?" Tina asked, and felt joy spark again as a smile bubbled on Leah's face. The trigger was little dose of happiness, really only a burst of dopamine, but it was one of the few triggers she had to make Leah feel positively towards her.
"Strawberry girl, really? Do I look 5?" She said with a laugh, despite her obvious smile, "But...yeah, it is."
A wash of guilt at he actions, joy at their effects, eagerness to do more, fear at her willingness, and laughter at the sheer absurdity of the situation all mixed together. What should Tina do with hypnotized step-daughter?