Easter Pictures - Part 4 (Patreon)

"Yeah, yeah," Duane sighed, clearly having to restrain himself from rolling his eyes as he tugged at his tie. "Can we get this over with?"

"She's your baby sister, be nice," Anna told him, giving him a smack. 

"I'm not a baby!" Penelope pouted, gasping at the sound of her own voice. She didn't want to look at herself, to see what had happened, but she had to... Sure enough, she was even younger, the skinny awkwardness she'd barely gotten used to again replaced with the baby fat of a girl barely out of diapers - or, in her case, still in them. When she scrambled to her feet, the world felt positively gigantic, the rest of her family looking like giants compared to her.

"Of course you aren't," her mother smiled. "You're my big girl!"

"Yeah, a big girl who still needs diapers," Duane said under his breath, earning another smack from their big sister.

"I do not!" Penelope insisted, stumbling over towards him angrily, her waddling gait making it clear - if the sight of it, under a shirt that barely reached the waistband of her diaper cover didn't - she was definitely wearing them, whether she needed it or not.

"Whatever, Penny," he shrugged. "Just stand here and be quiet for a second, okay?"

"Be nice," their father warned.

Penelope shook her head; she couldn't get caught up in this. She needed someone to help her! She was turning into a little girl, and nobody seemed to notice, or care! She stared up at the photographer, hoping she, at least, knew this wasn't right, but the woman was already behind the camera, reaching for the button again. "No!" Penelope squealed, reaching up as the light went off again.

"Come on, Penny!" Duane fumed. "Just stand still!"

"She can't help it!" Anna said. "She's bored."

"She's not the only one," Duane grumbled.

"She's probably wet," their mother told them, kneeling down, slipping a hand into the diaper cover. "Hmm, a little..."

"No, I'm..." Penelope mumbled behind her pacifier, but, when she felt her mother's hand pressing against the padding, she did notice a bit of dampness there. When had that happened?! She looked down at herself, her own mental image of herself as the adult she ought to be, despite all the changes she'd already seen, shattered again.

She was a toddler, a full-blown one, nowhere near school age. She was surprised her stubby, legs could even hold her up... Could her family understand what she'd said? "Guys, I need help!" she told them desperately, stumbling as she stared up, and up, and up at them, falling on her diaper again.

"You're okay," her mother cooed at her. "Here... I don't think we need all this. You're probably hot under all these lights, aren't you?"

Penelope whimpered as her mother expertly undressed her, the girl's face reddening as she was stripped, right in front of him family, none of whom treated it as anything out of the ordinary. "Oh, you can see it a little," her mother said, poking at the wet spot on Penelope's diaper, which had gotten a bit bigger, she realized as she fidgeted, without her noticing. "Here, we'll just put another diaper on over it."

As if it wasn't already huge enough... Penelope couldn't stay on her feet, which seemed perfectly fine with everyone. "Here," the photographer handed her some toys. "Why don't you play with these, sweetie?"

"I-I don't..." Penelope whined, until she realized she was already reaching out for them instinctively, giggling as she heard them crackle under her fingers. She couldn't be getting entertained by baby toys... And yet, here she was, totally engrossed, and...

"Just get a shot of her playing," she heard her mother say. "It's so precious!"

She gave out a grunt that, she thought, was a reaction to another flash, until she did it again, wiggled her bottom, and felt the rapidly growing pile of mush in her diaper. "N-No!" she exclaimed, fighting to stop herself, to keep from messing herself any further... But her body was far too young to be able to help her, no matter how she saw herself. The mental image was ridiculous, of course - a grown woman, lying on the floor of a photography studio in nothing more than a still-expanding diaper, some booties, and a pacifier... She knew that was what ought to be the case, no matter what her eyes were showing her. 

"Well, I guess I'd better change you after all," her mother chuckled. "Silly Mommy..."

With all her might, Penelope fought to explain things, to make her mother get her out of here before the photographer took another picture, but she was much, much too late. She could tell her mother wasn't hearing a word she said, even after the woman plucked the pacifier from her mouth, and, despite being in a single diaper again, she couldn't stand up to try and run away. 

"Oh, this is perfect!" her mother exclaimed, tying a bonnet around the girl's head. "That's all she needs... You know what, I think I'm glad we forgot her outfit. This is exactly what we need for her first Easter picture."

Penelope sniffled, started to cry, but all that got her was a bottle of milk, which she found herself sucking on automatically as she rolled on her back, too small to do anything else, other than grab for the toy she spotted from the corner of her eye, and, instinctively wanted. She knew the photographer was getting closer, ready to shoot again, yet could do nothing about it.

It couldn't make her much younger, really... What else would it do? Would it stop now, satisfied? Or would it start working on her mind, chipping away, making her forget she'd ever been an adult to begin with? She hoped for the former, of course, but...

"All right," the photographer cooed. "Stay still for this one shot, sweetie, and then we'll get some pictures with you and your family, okay?" Penny tried to shake her head, only to, instead, find herself shaking the rattle she grasped automatically, her body taking over, giggling at the sound the toy made, seemingly oblivious to the overwhelming fear consuming her mind as she waited helplessly for the next flash.