May just stood there, now a nude 2-year-old. Morgan then lifted her into her arms. May's plain white panties still dangled on her feet, before Morgan slipped them off.
"Lemme get you into a diaper, before you make messies on the floor." Morgan says. She goes to the changing table that was now in the room. She placed May on it, then put the child on her back, and then got changing supplies. Morgan first powdered her, then lifted her legs up. She unfolded the diaper and then slid it under May. She pulled the front up and secured the tapes. There May sat, the soon-to-be high school senior, a 2-year-old, in a diaper, with a small blue crescent moon on it. Morgan then reached for something for her to wear, and grabbed a pink purple polka-dotted onesie.
"No onesies." May says, showing her distaste for them.
"Okay, honey. Lemme grab something else." Morgan says. She then goes for a green sundress and slips it on her.
"Bettew." May says, now starting to feel the effects of her slurred speech.
"Just think May, if you stay this way, you'd be wearing diapers for another 3 years." Morgan says.
"Wonger dan dat. I wet da bed fow a whiwe." May replies.
"You were almost 15 when you stopped. Of course, you got that from me." Morgan says.
"I awsow got bein' sow cuwte fwom you." May says.
"You sure did, baby. Now then, what should we do next." Morgan says, thinking of their next move