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Mama's Pizza

"ORDER NOW AT MAMA'S PIZZA! WITH A MIND-BLOWING TASTE, LIGHTNING-FAST DELIVERY, AND A SERVICE THAT WILL MAKE YOU FEEL PAMPERED, THIS PIZZA WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE!"

Tara rolled her eyes. The skunk had grown tired of all the exaggerations that the local restaurants have taken to using to one-up the competition. It had gotten embarrassingly desperate.

"Oh boy! Let's order some right now, Tara!" came a voice from behind her. Her boyfriend, Kris on the other hand, ate up every attempt to get his business. The otter was gullible, but she kinda loved that about him. A grumble from her stomach signaled to her that she could eat, so maybe capitalism will take the best of her tonight.

"Fine" she said, "but we're not getting anchovies on it this time, I can't believe you talked me into those last time."

The skunk and the otter placed their order online and cuddled up on the couch, watching re-runs of House Hunters, patiently waiting for their dinner. Soon, there was a knock on the door and when Kris opened it, a short squirrel was standing there, holding a large delivery bag.

"Hi there! I'm Mama, did you order a large veggie?" she asked. After he nodded yes, she walked into the house and began unpacking the bag on the dining table.

"Whoa there" Tara said sternly, "you weren't invited in."

"It's all a part of the process." Mama said nonchalantly. She took out the pizza and sliced it up, preparing a plate for each of them. She also poured them a glass of what she claimed to be a homemade punch. "Come on, take a seat and try our pizza. We're pretty new so I want to get feedback to make sure I can improve." She said smiling.

Sitting down, Tara thought that something looked off about the pizza, but not wanting to be rude, pretended to take a bite and took a gulp of the punch, smiling politely just to get her out of the house. Kris on the other hand took a big bite of the pizza, and as soon as he swallowed, Tara noticed a change in him. A big, stupid smile grew on his face and he picked up the rest of his slice, sloppily trying to shove it into his face, sloppily getting it all over himself.

"Kris! What are you doing? What's wrong?" Tara asked, worried about the state of her boyfriend.

Looking up at her confused, all he responded with was a simple "Buh?" as a line of drool slid down his sauce covered chin.

Mama looked at him pitifully. "I need to remember to have them put the bib on before they start to eat. Now there's an even bigger mess to clean." she complained. Tara started to get up to accuse Mama of something, but as she stood up she got extremely light headed and black out, falling to the ground.

Waking up in the darkness, Tara had no clue where she was. She was laying down on some sort of mattress and there was a strange thickness around her waist. She tried to roll out of bed but hit some bars instead. Jail? No, the bars were wooden, and the space was too small to be a cell. It was almost like... a crib. Suddenly, a bright light blinded her as Mama entered the room she was in and flicked the light switch. Now that Tara could see the room, it was clear where she was. It was a nursery with baby pink walls with clouds and stars all along the wall. She could also see how she was dressed now, in a bright yellow dress and from the crinkle that came from her bottom every time she shifted, she could assume that she had been put in a diaper. Tara tried to speak but realized that she had something in her mouth and couldn't spit it out. She couldn't see it, but it is probably a safe guess to say that it's a pacifier.

"You really should have eaten the pizza; it would have made this whole process a lot easier." Mama said, approaching the crib. "To answer some of the questions you probably have: You're in my nursery, yes you're wearing a diaper, and you're going to become my baby" she said smiling. "The regression sauce worked well on your otter friend. Let's go join him, shall we? Be careful, the punch not only knocked you out, but also weakened your muscles, so you're gonna have to crawl."

Getting out of the crib, Tara tried to stand, but Mama was right and she fell on her padded bottom. Crawling the rest of the way, Mama led the way to the living room where she could see Kris sitting in the center of it. He was playing with blocks and building a tall tower. All he was wearing was a blue striped onesie, with a bulging bottom that hinted at the padding he was wearing underneath. Turning around he looked at Tara and ran at her. "Tawa!" he shouted excitedly, pulling her in close for a tight hug. Tara was glad to see him, but upon getting close to him, got a whiff of something nasty. He didn't, did he? He did.

"Looks like a little someone made a stinky, we'll take care of that later. First we need to get some num-nums into this princess here." Mama said sweetly. Tara was scared at this. She didn't want to become like Kris. She tried crawling away, but Mama deftly picked her up and placed her in a large highchair. "Babies can't eat pizza, but don't worry, I've got something more age appropriate." she said. After producing a spoon and a glass of baby food, Mama tied a bib around Tara as she struggled to escape the highchair, to no avail. "Don't worry, I'll let you down to play after your dinner. Now, open the gates for the airplane." Mama said as she directed the spoonful of mush towards Tara's face.

Tara tried as hard as she could, but she couldn't escape the spoon. As soon as the mush touched her tongue, the regression took effect. Tara immediately became much happier at her situation, gladly eating up the delicious baby food until the jar was gone. Mama let her back down on the floor and Tara crawled over to Kris to join him in creating a tower. While playing, Tara felt a rumble in her tummy, so she pushed, letting the laxatives that were in the baby food take hold. Filling her diaper with the warm poopy, she produced a stink that was expected from the baby skunk that she now was.

Mama watched this from afar, and decided to give them sometime before changing, not wanting to interrupt their playtime, just happy that she has some babies of her own. She got a notification on her phone for a new order placed. It's time to get these two some siblings.