(Originally done by Rdolan1272)
The same light that had earlier surrounded Diana now surrounded Zatanna. Her adult features and curves softened, straightened and otherwise narrowed as her body shrank into itself, the physical years melting away until she was just over a year old. Her tuxedo top changed into a toddler version of the same, and her panties flared out and grew into a thick, white diaper.
Diana clapped at her new, little playmate and shouted, "Let's play!"
Diana corralled lil Zatanna, who she'd taken to thinking of as her lil sis, back into the living room where the toys were. They bypassed the action figures and stuffed animals for a box full of building blocks. Zatanna tried to open the box's latches a few times, but her hands were too small and clumsy for the job.
Diana, feeling proud and older sister-like, patted Zatanna on her padded bum, gently moving the smaller girl aside. "Let me, lil Tanna. I the big girl."
When her playmate scooted out of the way, Diana popped the box open and dumped the blocks out onto the floor. Diana started clicking blocks together with no real concern or idea as to what she was doing; she was too busy having fun clicking and unclicking to care about designs. Eventually she decided it would be fun to see how high she could build a stack before it fell over. Not understanding the finer points of architecture or geometry, she didn't do too well, but she didn't care. When the blocks fell over she just cheered and tried again.
Zatanna on the other hand was having a harder go of things. Her motor skills being that of a toddler, she could barely get the blocks to click together despite her best efforts of concentration. For the most part, she just sat on her well-padded tush and smacked the blocks around, enjoying Diana's building attempts more than her own. Diana noticed her new lil sis was having problems and crawled over to her.
"You need me help you, little baby?"
Seeing that big sister look on the currently older girl's face, Zatanna couldn't not let her help. She nodded. "Yeah. This is too hard for me."
"That 'cause you a little baby," Diana explained helpfully, patting Zatanna's diaper again to help make her point. "And I big sis, so I help you."
They spent nearly half an hour clicking blocks together, only to take them apart and reassemble them in new nonsensical ways. Diana alternated between helping Zatanna push the blocks in place and just pointing where the next blocks should go.
After a while, Diana sat up straight and looked at Zatanna in shock. "Uh-oh," she said.
"What's wrong?" Zatanna asked, concern showing in her tiny eyes. Her first thought was that Diana had had another accident and she was going to have to age up to change her friend, which she really didn't want to do because she was having fun.
Fortunately Zatanna's first thought was wrong.
Diana put her hands on her hips and gave Zatanna the sort of serious look that only a three-year-old can when she's trying really hard to act grown up. "I think baby Tanna made wet-wet."
Having not considered the possibility that she wouldn't be able to control herself in her current state, Zatanna's eyes went wide, and she reached down and patted her diaper, going as far as to stick a few fingers inside to check for wetness, a move made more difficult due to her reduced motor skills. She managed to get her fingers in after much wiggling and found—to her relief—she was dry. "No, I think I'm okay," she said.
This did nothing to satisfy Diana, who shook her head at the baby. "No, I think lil sis made wet-wet," she said, thoroughly convinced.
She scooted over and stuck her fingers down in Zatanna's diaper, like she'd seen Zatanna just do. Then she nodded. "Yep, lil Tanna made wet-wet. Mommy need change you."
It occurred to Zatanna that Diana just wanted to play pretend mommy, so she played along. "You're right, mommy. I made wet-wet. Will you change my diaper?"
"Uh-uh," Diana said, shaking her head emphatically, which confused Zatanna.
"Why not?"
"Babies cry when they wet-wet," Diana said matter-of-a-factly. "You hafta cry. Then mommy change you."
Zatanna felt more than a little self-conscious. It was one thing to regress her body and play with toys, but crying and acting like a fussy, wet baby was, well it felt weird. But she decided to play the part because Diana wanted her to.
The first thing the mini-sorceress did was stick her thumb in her mouth and suck it, trying to act all nonchalant and babyish. Then, with her free hand she patted her diapered crotch, imagining that her bladder had just loosed. Her little baby face scrunched up around her still sucked thumb into a cute little pout, her lips poking out and trembling. The trembling lasted only a second before it gave way to the best babyish wails Zatanna could muster. "Whaaaaaaaaa! Ah-whaaaaa! Ah-whaaaaaa!" She balled up her tiny fists and rubbed them against her eyes, as if to fight the tears. "Wha-wha-whaaaaa! Whaaaaaa-haa-haa-haaaaa!"
"There, there, little baby," Diana soothed, hugging the bawling baby and kissing her on the cheek. "It all right. Mommy take care of you."
Zatanna sobbed, her 'cries' dying down as she decided to go all in for the act. "Weawwy? Mama thange diapoo?"
"Yep, mommy get you new diaper." She helped Zatanna onto her back, where the younger girl took to sucking her thumb and cooing in gibberish. Diana play acted pulling the tabs of the diaper open—mostly because she couldn't get them to really open with her little hands. She pulled back the invisible, wet diaper and made a face. "Shoo. You stinky."
Zatanna replied with a, "Boo gah bah."
Next Diana pantomimed powdering her baby, going so far as to pat and rub her charge's diaper to spread the pretend powder. Then she slipped a new invisible diaper under Zatanna and taped it up.
"Baby clean," the little Amazonian announced.
"Bay-bee cwean?" Zatanna echoed.
"Yep."
"Yay!"
Diana bent down and blew a raspberry on Zatanna's tummy, then another, then another, causing them both to giggle uncontrollably. Eventually she let up and exclaimed, "Now we play!"
With much effort, Zatanna worked her way to sitting. "Actually, I think it's time for lunch."
"Noooo," Diana pouted. "Not hungry."
"Diana, you need to eat," Zatanna said, fully realizing how ridiculous it must look for a toddler to be giving instructions to an older girl. "Otherwise you won't have any energy to play."
"But you hafta get big," Diana said, whining. "I want you to stay little."
Truth be told, Zatanna was having more fun than she'd planned being the little sister here, so she came up with an idea. "How about this? I'll grow up and fix us some lunch, then I'll age back down and play with you a little while longer."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
How Old Does Zatanna get?
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