Jennifer squirmed as her mother returned, not with a plate, but a bottle. Jennifer blinked a few times in disbelief. "What is that?" she scoffed.
Her mom shook her head. "It's your bottle sweetie, now open wide." Her mother pushed the bottles nipple against Jennifer's mouth. Resistant at first, Jennifer tried to push it away, but her mother was persistent, just like if a baby was refusing their food. Jennifer rolled her eyes as she finally accepted it, the bottle popping into her mouth. The nipple tasted like rubber, but it quickly was replaced by the taste of milk and formula. Jennifer cringed as her face remained embarrassed, here she was, strapped up and sucking on a bottle. Jennifer eyed the clock, she wished she could just jump up and yank the hour hand around. As she nursed the bottle she could feel the disease progressing, it had to stop here right? Right?
Jennifer felt her ass start to rise as the diaper grew thicker, perfect for a year old baby. Her eyes widened in a mixture of fear and embarrassment as a bib flowed over her shirt, which was nonetheless looking ever infantile. Jennifer's chair quickly morphed into a highchair, complete with a tray table locked in front of her. She gave out a yelp as the stress was building up in her gut, this was simply too much, her embarrassment was about to cause her to have a mental break down.
Her mom sat watching her the whole time, barely caring at the sight of her daughter. She looked at her watch. "Did you enjoy your lunchie?" She said in a high pitched voice, like how you would talk to a puppy. "It's almost time to head to the hospital, let's go." Her mom said as she grabbed the bottle away and lifted the highchairs table. Her mom reaching down as she groaned as she struggled to pick Jennifer up. "You're such a big girl now, you're making mommy work for it." She carried Jennifer around before placing her in a oversized stroller. Jennifer was just plain mortified at this point, the shock only getting worse as her mom wheeled her out to the car.