Now this was hard not to freak out over. Worse yet it felt icky, really, really icky, and the smell was terrible. It was all enough, with the sudden regression that had caused it all, to make Anne want to cry -- but she managed to restrain herself, thinking rationally. Okay... That, that was probably a coincidence, she reasoned, the little redhead deciding then and there to roll over into a position almost like crawling without the crawling just so she didn't have to sit in it. Unfortunately, though, her onesie wasn't very allowing in regards to letting up on the mess. Still... Let me just try again... Taking a deep breath, Anne got off of all fours and just laid on her tummy, freeing up her arms for spellcasting. This kept her onesie from being too tight against her body and the little infant was able to sigh in relief as a bit of pressure came off of her poopy diaper. That clear, the baby put her chin on her crib's matress and rose her stubby little arms in front of her. Wiggling her fingers about and waving them in the precise motion for a transformation spell, she uttered her magic words, feeling a sense of relief and glee as sparks followed her movements.... Okay, any second nnn-- Anne practically bolted up when every bit of the relieved pressure no longer mattered, as a second before her spell could finish it came to an ubrupt stop and her diaper filled again.
Rated: G Author: Lance_II <very_good_year @ hotmail · com> Jun 28, 2009 23:05 |