princesspottypants
Juiced
Published: June 28th 2020, 2:00:02 pm
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Florence had never cared much for fireworks, and nobody she knew was having any big barbecues for the holiday, so it only made sense that she'd decide to take whatever extra work she could that day... And yet, she'd never imagined she'd somehow end up here, like this.
"Are you done with this?" she sighed, kicking her bootied feet in boredom, blushing as she heard the diaper that had been haphazardly taped onto her crinkle. "Can you let me out?"
There were a lot of things, looking back now, Flora felt like she probably should have done... Agreeing to babysit for a new family wasn't that unusual, and, considering the amount of money they'd been offering, it had been hard to say no. She'd assumed they were just rich, or they were overpaying because it was July 4th, and they thought people would need the extra incentive to give up whatever celebrating they might want to do for the sake of looking after a kid.
When she'd called and asked how old that kid was, however, and hadn't gotten a concrete answer, that should have been a red flag; when she'd gotten there and seen that Adelia was the same age as her, if not older, she should have asked some more questions, especially when she'd walked past framed pictures of what looked like the same girl graduating from high school, and then college, looking smart and mature and grown-up. When Addy had insisted they play dress-up almost as soon as her parents were gone, Florence should have taken more charge, instead of letting herself get overwhelmed by the strangeness of the whole situation, and she definitely shouldn't have allowed the girl to put her into one of her diapers, or make her sit in the high chair in her nursery.
Now she was stuck there, at the mercy of Adelia, who, nearly at the same moment Flora was in place, seemed to have lost interest in her, taking her sippy cup of juice and finding other toys to play with, toddling around the nursery happily, while Florence tried her best to figure out how to get the high chair's tray off, and failing.
Flora still hadn't worked out what Addy's deal was, why she was so happy to toddle around like this, bulky diaper almost entirely visible beneath something that may have been originally intended as either a shirt or a very short dress. Had something happened to the girl after her graduation? Or was she doing this because she liked it? Ever since she'd arrived, the girl had been acting like a toddler, with no sign, other than her size, that she was anything else, but, at the same time, other than the way she was behaving, there didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary about her.
It was a mystery Florence might have dived into, were she not trapped in a high chair, dressed the same way as the girl, if not even more immaturely. She hadn't even been given a shirt to replace the dress she'd worn here, that Adelia had deemed too grown-up for the game, just a bib, a bonnet, mittens, and her booties, along with, of course, the diaper.
The girl's 'parents' - if that was even what they were - hadn't given Flora any special instructions, told her that Addy needed any kind of medication or anything, which led her to believe this was more of a choice, but she knew she could easily be wrong about that. Realizing that Addy wasn't going to bother to let her out of the high chair, Florence sighed, decided that perhaps she should try to get some answers from the girl herself, instead of assuming things.
"So," she said, leaning forward, looking past the tray, to where her charge was on the floor, playing with a stuffed dolphin. "How long have you been, uh... in...?"
Florence stopped, not necessarily because she was too embarrassed to mention the girl's diapers - although she was, especially when she was wearing one herself - but because she recognized the girl's stance, had seen it countless times, on other babysitting jobs. She was on all fours, backside pointed slightly upwards... She could really be about to do what Flora thought she was... Right?!
"Umm... Addy?" Florence blushed on behalf of the girl, hearing soft grunts starting to interrupt the baby babble Adelia was speaking to her toy, seeing the rear of her diaper starting to bloom outwards, a very familiar scent starting to waft upwards. She'd been right after all... And, it seemed, Addy either didn't notice, or care, what was going on.
Florence's cheeks burned, watching her charge - or, she realized, what looked more like her compatriot, to anyone looking from the outside - fill her diaper, right in front of her, without a care in the world. She'd known that Addy used her diapers, had changed her out of a wet one almost as soon as she arrived, but it had never even occurred to her that the woman might do that...
Just seeing it, being so close to it, made her far more aware of her own diaper, bulging and crinkling beneath her thighs. She'd never dream of peeing in it, much less doing anything else, yet the simple fact she was wearing it, in such close proximity as someone who was, made her feel more babyish by association. If someone were to walk in, right then, and smell Addy's accident, they could easily assume it was either one of them, might even check Flora first, since her outfit was more infantile...
"A-Addy?" Flora tried again, once it seemed like she was finished, "I bet that feels icky, doesn't it? If you let me out of this high chair, then..."
She froze, unable to disguise a gasp, at the sight of Adelia happily sitting back, right on the lumpy seat of her diaper. It was probably her imagination, but Florence was almost certain she could hear the mass squelching beneath the girl's bottom as she bounced happily in place, continuing to play as if nothing had happened.
That could be her, a tiny voice from the back of Florence's mind pointed out, ignoring her attempts to quash it by pointing out that, whether she wanted to or not, it might happen. Her bladder wasn't going to hold out forever, and, for the life of her, she couldn't work out how the latch on the tray released. The mittens didn't help, but even without them, Flora didn't know if she could make it work. If Adelia didn't help her, she might be trapped here until the girl's parents returned, and by then... Well, they weren't planning on being back until pretty late, after the fireworks. Flora would definitely have wet herself, and, no matter how much she wanted to deny it, there was a good chance she'd be in just as messy a diaper as Addy.
"Addy, please, w-will you let me out of this?" Florence begged, blushing at the idea of having to face the people who had hired her that way. "Y-You don't want to get a rash, do you?"
In response, Adelia simply giggled, wiggled her bottom some more. Not only did she not seem to mind the dirty diaper, she actually appeared to like it. It was hard for Flora to reconcile the pictures she'd seen on her way through the house with the girl she was seeing beneath her right now... It was possible that hadn't been her in the photos, that she had a sister, but the more she looked at her, the more certain this was the same girl... And yet, the more unlikely it was that it could be her.
"What happened to you?" Flora asked quietly, more to herself than the other girl.
That was finally what Adelia heard, or at least paid attention to. She popped up to her feet, pointing at the sippy cup in her hand, even as she raised it to her lips to begin sucking on it again. It looked like simple apple juice, and that was what Florence had assumed it might be... The almost immediate answer, however, made her wonder if she was wrong.
Was she being drugged? Had her parents put something into the juice that had turned their college graduate young woman of a daughter into a diaper-filling infant?! Was that what she was trying to tell Florence?!
"I'm sorry, Addy," she said gently. "If you let me out of this chair, I can try to help you..." Adelia gave her a confused look. "Take the tray off," Flora urged, giving it a shake with her mittened hands.
There was a flash of recognition through the girl's eyes, and she waited a moment, thinking... Then, the finger that had pointed at her sippy cup turned, pointing instead to the bottle she'd plopped down on the tray, that Florence hadn't even thought about drinking, and definitely wasn't going to after what she was starting to suspect.
"I-Is that the same stuff?" she asked. "I-I could take that, if you want, and we could get it tested, and see if there's a way to reverse the effects, and..."
Adelia whined, bouncing in place, jabbing her finger at the bottle again, then pointing at her own cup, still in her mouth. "W-Wait," Flora's eyes widened. "Y-You want me to... drink it?!"
With Addy standing up, closer to Flora's nose, the scent of her accident was even more pungent, making the restrained girl all the more determined not to end up like her... Unfortunately, Adelia was nodding, grinning, seemingly pleased that Florence had worked out what she was trying to tell her.
"B-But, Addy," Florence gulped. "Y-You said that turned you into..." She blushed, shaking her head. "A-Addy, I-I don't wanna be..."
Faster than Flora would have expected the girl to be capable of, Adelia set her sippy cup down, letting her stuffed dolphin fall to the floor, snatching up the bottle from the tray and pushing it into her babysitter's open, protesting mouth.
Florence gasped, eyes widening, hands reaching up to try to push the bottle away, but, almost at the same instant the first drop of liquid dribbled onto her tongue, she could feel her resistance slipping, her mittened hands dropping back down to the tray awkwardly, unsure of what to do with themselves. She tapped the high chair with them a time or two, squirming in her seat and mumbling behind the bottle's nipple, then crossed them uselessly beneath her bib as her body continued gulping down the juice more enthusiastically with each swallow.
What was this doing to her?! Was it going to turn her into an overgrown baby, like Addy?! That was impossible... She was an adult... But, from those pictures, it had looked like Adelia had been one, too, once upon a time... And Flora had already allowed herself to get dressed up like an infant, barely fighting Addy when it came to her choice of game, or the role she wanted Flora to play, or the outfit she'd chosen to help her portray it...
Had Adelia been planning this all along?! She'd had that bottle ready to go, waiting for Flora... Florence just hadn't voluntarily drank from it. If she'd been thirstier, would the transformation have happened without her even knowing why? She groaned, juice bubbling in the bottle, making her giggle despite herself, imagining sitting there, unknowingly turning herself into more and more of a baby, not knowing why the idea of drinking from a baby bottle wasn't embarrassing her anymore, not realizing what was going on as her diaper warmed up beneath her...
But... That was happening now! She whimpered, wriggling in the high chair, realizing there was a wet patch forming in the padding of her diaper, one that she couldn't stop, try as she might. She was peeing her pants! She shook her head, reaching her hands up again to try to push the bottle away, to make it stop...
Instead, she felt them clumsily grasp at it, closing around it, taking it from Adelia. Instead of pulling it out of her mouth, tossing it aside, however, they held it in place, letting her continue to suckle at it, pulling in more and more of the juice, melting away anything that might have been left of her adulthood...
And there was nothing she could do about it! Addy wasn't forcing her to do it anymore, had stepped back, grinning, as she picked up her sippy cup again, had another drink herself. Theoretically, there was nothing stopping Flora from stopping... And yet, she couldn't. She was already too far gone.
What was wrong with her?! Every swallow brought her closer to being like Addy, to blissfully pooping her pants, just as easily as she'd wet them... She didn't want that! She couldn't! She was a grown-up! She had to stop this... She couldn't let herself be reduced to that...
But she just kept drinking.
True to her word, once Flora had drained her bottle, Adelia let her out of the high chair. By then, of course, it was far too late. Florence blushed as it was pulled aside, revealing the soggy padding between her legs, but she knew she was just a baby now, and she didn't have full control over her hands, so they just tugged at her bib anxiously rather than trying to cover herself.
Adelia giggled, poking at her babysitter's diaper, then helped her down off the high chair. Florence's legs held her up for a moment, but she was sure she could feel them wobbling, so she knelt down before they could make her fall, blushing as she stared up at Adelia, still standing, making her taller than her for the first time, and, despite the load in the seat of her pants, more mature.
Why had it turned her into even more of a baby than her charge?! Addy could walk... Why was she stuck crawling around on her hands and knees, not even big enough to toddle around yet?! It wasn't fair! She was supposed to be the big girl here, and now she was completely helpless, forced to crawl along after Adelia over to the changing table.
Once she was there, though, she still couldn't do much of anything, her legs feeling too weak to allow her to stand, much less climb up onto it. Eventually, Addy had to unfold a changing pad, clean her soggy-diapered babysitter on that instead. Florence wanted to protest, to tell her she didn't need a new diaper, but she wasn't sure if that was true or not... She hadn't been able to stop herself from wetting last time; why would she be capable of it now, even further under the thrall of the juice?
Besides, when she tried to speak, she realized she wasn't capable of that anymore, either, a string of nonsense baby babble escaping her mouth instead. She couldn't do anything anymore, apparently... She wasn't even able to do what she'd promised, and changed Adelia's diaper for her. The poor girl had to do it herself, after Flora couldn't work out how to so much as untape the thing, her brain too regressed to consider that the mittens might be the problem.
Flora spent far too long as a silly little baby, mindlessly sucking on whatever baby toys Addy gave her, incapable of much else, other than worrying that this was permanent, that she'd never be able to grow up again. Thankfully, after a while, she worked up the courage to try, to attempt to stand back up, and, to her surprise, it worked. Gradually, she felt her other abilities returning, until, at last, she was strong enough to make a simple lunch of sandwiches and bananas for the two of them, and put Addy down for her nap.
She still wasn't overly confident in herself, however, after seeing how quickly, and how thoroughly, she could be turned into a baby. She'd wet herself again, while she was regressed, and two pants-peeings were enough to keep her nervous, unwilling to switch back to her big girl panties when she dressed herself in the dress she'd worn in. She considered leaving her pantyhose off, too, before deciding it might help disguise what she was wearing beneath them, even as she blushed, feeling them squeezing the diaper's padding closer to her, reminding her of it all the more with every movement.
She had to get help... She had no idea what to do herself, if there was going to be some kind of a relapse in the juice's effects. She didn't know who to call, either, which of her friends would be able to help her - and not laugh at her if she told them the full story - and wouldn't be out partying today. As much as she disliked the thought of leaving her charge alone, she was going to have to.
She didn't trust herself to drive, so her only real option was the next-door neighbor, who was already a bit of a walk away. She'd seen them out in the yard on her way in, and hoped they'd still be there now, and by the time she got to them.
The diaper definitely didn't help her speed, forcing her to waddle slightly, blushing as she heard it crackling between her thighs, reminding her of how she'd spent her morning, making her feel more and more like she might be about to slip back into that if she wasn't careful. She gulped, shaking her head, trying to block it out, to make sure she was still a relatively coherent adult by the time she reached her destination.
The front yard was empty, unfortunately, when she got there. She groaned, worried she was going to have to deal with this alone, but she decided to go knock on the door anyway. Thankfully, someone answered, although, as soon as she saw someone close to her own age, and not in baby clothes, she felt herself blushing, stammering. "H-Hi," she said. "I-I know you don't know me, b-but I need your help, a-and..."
"Are you one of Addy's friends?" the woman who had opened the door asked.
That was a weird question... Had this happened before?! "I-I wouldn't say that, exactly," Flora told her. "I-I'm..."
"Yes, you are," the woman smirked.
"Nuh-uh!" Florence stomped her foot with a pout. She squealed as the woman grabbed her by the wrist, tugging her inside, spinning her around, pushing her up against the wall, and, to the girl's horror, hiking up the back of her dress.
"Just as I thought," she said, giving the puffy diaper a swat. "I'll be back in a bit, honey!" she called out. "I have to take another baby back!"
"N-No!" Flora shook her head as the woman grabbed her hand. "I-I'm not a baby!"
"Sure, you aren't," the woman chuckled. "That's why you showed up on my doorstep in a soggy diaper."
"I'm not wet!" Florence insisted, but, even as she said it, she began to doubt herself, and, by the time the woman had lifted her skirt and given her diaper another poke, there was no doubt. She'd peed her pants yet again, without realizing it... It was a good thing she'd kept her diaper on, if nothing else.
"Pl-Please," she tried instead, "d-don't take me back there..." She'd been there only a few hours, and look at what had become of her... Would there be anything of her maturity left if she stayed there until Addy's parents returned?
"Sorry, sweetie," the woman shrugged. "I don't have any spare diapers for you, and I know you friend has plenty... She's going to have to take care of you."
That was, of course, impossible; Adelia was too big of a baby to look after herself, much less anyone else. That was why her parents had hired her a babysitter. Florence wasn't sure how to explain that to the woman, however, how to tell her all of that without admitting that she was an even bigger baby than the other girl, so she was dragged back, feeling smaller and more helpless each step closer to the house she got until, as she was ushered inside, she felt her knees buckle again, dropping her back onto all fours.
"And you said you weren't a baby," the woman teased, leading her, crawling, to the nursery. Everything looked so big and intimidating, and Flora felt so tiny... She didn't even think to look in the crib, where she'd left Addy, she just obediently followed the woman to the changing mat, still out from earlier, where the stranger changed her diaper as if it was nothing, like she really was just a baby.
"Here," the woman said, heading to the closet and returning with a pink onesie, "this is much more appropriate for you." Flora's dress was taken away, replaced with that infantile article of clothing, and she was set up with some baby toys to amuse her.
It worked, too. Florence knew they were too simple for her, that she should get bored of them in no time, but, as she sat there in her diaper and onesie, she found herself getting engrossed in them, losing herself in them, slipping back into babyhood again.
She had no real sense of time, or anything else... When she heard someone approaching from behind her, she almost thought nothing of it, until some nervous instinct in the back of her mind reminded her that it could be the people who had hired her.
Blushing, she turned around, wondering if she was going to be able to speak enough to try to explain this, if she was going to be able to convince them to reverse this, if they could, to let her go and be a grown-up again.... She whimpered, seeing a pair of heels, a set of long legs, an apron, all things that reminded her of how any of those could have belonged to her, if she hadn't let herself get turned into this.
Why would they let her go? Any supposed babysitter who wound up like this hardly deserved the second half of their title... She wasn't even close to being on the same level as the person she was looking at, and she could tell by the sight of nothing more than her feet. She was wearing booties herself, and there was no need for anything else, not when she was too small and clumsy to walk.
There was a small comfort in not seeing the feet of the woman's husband, too, in knowing he wasn't witnessing this. She was pretty certain she'd seen him checking her out when she arrived, and, while that had been a bit creepy at the time, she would have almost welcomed it now. The only part of her that was going to get checked out now was her diaper, right before it got changed.
Of course, he was going to see her sooner or later, discover what the young woman he'd thought was cute in her short dress had been turned into. Even if they didn't keep her here, if the wife took her back to her own home, he'd see her come crawling out of the nursery, thickly diapered backside wiggling behind her... But were they really going to let her leave?! Flora knew she couldn't take care of herself, and that her roommate wasn't capable of it, either... She was going to need someone else to look after her, and these people clearly knew how...
Was that what they wanted?! Had they brought her here so that their daughter could turn her into this?! That juice was awfully dangerous... Why would they just let Addy have access to it? Why wouldn't they have warned her about it?! Maybe they knew they were going to come back and find her this way... She wasn't sure if that made it any less humiliating, though, knowing she'd fallen straight into their trap.
The woman stepped closer to her, and Flora grabbed at her apron, trying to compose herself, to force her mouth to produce more than baby babble and drool, as she stared up at the woman... Only to gasp in shock at what she saw loomed above her.
It wasn't the woman who had hired her at all. No, the person smiling down at her, whose very feet had been enough to make Flora question her own maturity, belonged to Adelia herself.
Gone was her tiny dress, or shirt, or whatever it was, gone was her diaper, her stuffed animals... Looking at her now, there was no doubt that she was the older of the two, and had been all along. She had on a new dress now - one that would have been more than long enough to hide her diaper, although, from her position on the floor, Flora had the perfect view to see that she didn't have one on anymore - and an apron, signifying that she was now the adult here, the one in charge. And she looked far more grown-up and prepared than Flora ever had.
"Are you ready for your snack, Flora?" she asked.
It was, Flora realized, the first time she'd heard her speak in more than a word or two at a time. When Florence had first arrived, the girl hadn't said more than a polite, "Hi," when her Mommy ordered it, or "House!" when her sitter asked what she wanted to play, and, otherwise, she'd been mostly non-verbal.
Now, she was speaking clearly, in full sentences, while Flora was stuck crawling around on the floor in diapers, hardly able to say so much as, "Goo-goo ga-ga," much less anything else. Her stomach churned as she watched Adelia reach into the pocket of her apron, pulling out a fresh baby bottle, filled to the brim with more of the juice that had made her this way.
Flora squeaked, shook her head, but there was really nothing she could do about it; Addy was bigger than her, and stronger than her, and smarter than her... All things Florence never would have guessed after witnessing the girl blissfully pooping her Pampers earlier that day, yet here she was.
"Come on, Flora," Adelia coaxed, lifting the girl's chin upwards to meet the nipple she was aiming towards her mouth. "This is going to make you feel so much better..."
Flora whimpered, feeling the bottle slip between her lips. Instinct took over, and, before she could stop it, she'd started to suck, filling her mouth with the cool juice, feeling it trickle down her throat, each drop making it harder for her to resist, making her want to drink more.
"There we go!" Adelia grinned, watching Flora nursing enthusiastically. "That's just what you needed, isn't it?"
After what the first bottle had done to her, Flora had no idea what the second would do... How much further back could it take her?! Was it just going to make it harder for her to escape the effects of the first?! Seeing Adelia up and walking around, acting like a grown-up, did make it more confusing, but the girl had told her it was the juice that made her act like a baby... And now she saw that Adelia was a big girl, so she couldn't have been lying... This bottle was definitely going to make things worse for her, somehow.
There was, of course, one last thing, one threshold she hadn't crossed last time... Her cheeks flushed at the thought of it, and yet, by considering it for a moment, it became all she could imagine. Her tummy was definitely feeling full, too... But there was no way it would only take two bottles of juice to make her do that...
All it would take, however, was a push... One little push... She sucked harder on the bottle, the action of it calming her slightly, even as the increased flow of liquid brought her closer and closer, frantically waiting for the moment she was now certain was coming...
And then, of course, it did. She'd gotten herself so mixed up, she didn't know what to do. Her body wanted to push, but she shouldn't... Except, that was what she was supposed to do, wasn't it? Was there any point in fighting it? Obviously! She couldn't let herself mess her diaper!
But, by then, it was too late. She gasped at the sound of crinkling coming from behind her, felt the warm mush slowly oozing out of her bottom, realized, like with her wetting earlier, that it had already begun while she was fretting over how she couldn't allow it. And, just like then, her attempts to stop it did her no good, her diaper gradually filling, expanding, as she grunted into her bottle.
"Good girl," Adelia praised her, patting her on the head. "Let it all out..."
That was it, Flora thought to herself as Adelia slid the empty bottle out of her mouth, leaving her kneeling there in a full diaper, tummy full of juice, stunned. She'd been turned into a baby, and there was nothing she could do about it.
"All right, sweetie," Addy giggled. "Do you want a change?"
Flora opened her mouth to say yes, but anyone little enough to poop her pants was too little to speak, so she babbled instead, Adelia shrugging in response. "If you say so!" she teased, booping the pouting girl on the nose, slipping a pacifier into her mouth. "You can play for a while, then!"
Flora whined, watching her step out of the room, sinking down in disappointment, not thinking about the consequences until her bottom squished against the contents of her diaper, squishing it further around her messy backside. She squealed in helpless humiliation, knowing now that this was it.... This was the tiniest she could be. Nobody with even a shred of maturity would do that... So, she must be completely infantilized.
This was it for her; she'd come here to avoid fireworks, to avoid having to celebrate Independence Day, and now she'd lost every bit of independence she'd ever had. She was a little baby, totally dependent on other people for everything, unable to even keep her diaper clean.
Once she'd accepted that, it was oddly peaceful. All she had to worry about now, in that case, was crawling around, playing with her toys... Addy was there to look after her, to feed her if she got hungry, to change her diaper, to take care of her... Flora wasn't capable of doing anything, so she wasn't expected to do anything.
"All right, sweetie," Addy told her after feeding her supper in her high chair. "What do you think? If you go to bed now, you might be asleep before the fireworks start... I don't want you to get scared by them..."
Flora knew it was early, that the sun shining in through the nursery's windows was still bright, but if a grown-up had suggested something, it was probably the right thing to do... She sucked on her paci, staring up blankly at Adelia, knowing it was really her decision to make, anyway.
"Or you can be big again," she shrugged. "This has been fun, but if you're done playing house, we can stop."
Flora frowned, confused, the words not making complete sense. What did she mean?! She couldn't just stop being a baby... It was all up to the juice whether she got to grow up again, and, at this rate, it didn't seem like it was going to happen.
"I guess you're not ready," Addy shrugged. "That's okay! Come on.... Up you go!" She helped Flora into the crib, giving her a teddy bear to cuddle with before tugging the bars up, snapping them into place. "Night-night, cutie!"
Flora watched her go, ruminating hazily over her words. It was a weird thing to say... It was almost like she was suggesting this whole thing had been part of the game of house. Except... That juice had definitely done something to her... Flora wouldn't have done all that babyish stuff if it hadn't...
Right? She didn't want this! She wanted to be a big girl! Although... Maybe it was strange that the juice had always affected her exactly like she'd thought it would, like she'd been afraid it was going to.... And it wasn't like she'd based it off of what Addy had told her; Adelia hadn't said anything about it. She hadn't even really told her it would do anything at all, simply implied it, in the middle of what could have been a game of make-believe.
Was this some weird thing of mind over matter? Had her expectations of what she'd convinced herself the juice was capable of made them happen? Was there some part of her that had seen Addy and been almost jealous at how innocent and carefree she'd seemed, and was ready to jump on any opportunity to experience it herself?
Or... Was the juice more insidious than that? She'd never had any thoughts like this before... Was that because she'd never come across anyone like Adelia? Or had the juice inserted these doubts into her mind, making her think that they'd been there all along? Had she awoken something, deep inside her bran, or was this all new, designed to feel like they'd always been there?
She didn't know, wasn't sure there was any way to know for sure... And trying to think about it was far too difficult. The fact she could think about anything as complicated as that at all made her wonder if this was all in her head, though, as soon as she considered that, it started to get fuzzier, like it should have been, and she was happy to let it fade away as she cuddled up with her teddy bear, sucking away on her paci, and drifting off, sleeping like a baby straight through the fireworks.
