"Hehehe..." Frannie was trying her hardest (and failing) to not laugh herself silly at this. Her mom was getting more spaghetti on her then in her. There was sauce covering her face, big pile of noodles in her lap and slung over her shoulder. It was just so ridiculous!
"Just what is so funny, young lady?" Molly frowned seriously, putting her dirty hands on her diapered hips, glaring at her daughter. Of course the deadpan nature just made it all the sillier, and Frannie collapsed into snickers. "Frannie! You need to behave yourself at this dinner table! Your father and I expect a certain good conduct out of you!"
The next moment, Molly reached forward and took some spaghetti in her bare hands and tried putting it into her mouth.
"Heheh..." With a trickster grin, Frannie readied the watch, "You better be a bit more polite yourself mom, or I might not change your diaper."
"What are you talking about?" Wiggling her diapered bottom, Molly scoffed, turning her nose up, "Frannie, you're nuts. You know I don't USE this diaper, I just like to wear it for secur-"
ZAP!
One hypnosis later, Molly blinked confused into the space before her. A horrified look came over her face as she suddenly evacuated her bowels.
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