Jada felt slightly dizzy. At a height of five feet five inches she towered over her old self and she still had not adjusted to being taller than the countertops. Her friend Marrah was experiencing similar difficulties, as well as having a distinct sense of unease at suddenly being able to talk in complete sentences and walk upright without falling every few steps. Through, all and all the two were able to fit in at the grown-up party amazingly well, considering that less than fifty minutes ago they were both less than a year old and sucking on their babas while trapped in a playpen.

The undiscovered causation of their sudden growth spurt were those very babas. Or, more specifically, what was contained within them.

The party was being hosted by the girl's parents, who were good friends with each other and had known each other since their not so long ago college days. They had mutually decided to give a good old fashioned keg party, just for the hell of it. A decision which did not take the safety of their baby daughters into consideration.

"Put 'em in the playpen. That'll keep 'em out of trouble! Ha ha! "

The problem was, everyone was quickly becoming drunk, and someone had spiked the punch bowel. Jada's Mommy had been the one to insist on the punch, saying it added a needed touch of 'class', to the party. The others laughed at her suggestion but went along. The substance which was added, had been unlike anything anyone of those attending the kegger had ever drunk. In truth, it wasn't alcoholic at all. It was green and very old. What it was exactly and who had used it to spike the punch will probably never be known.

Unfortunately for both Jada and Marrah, their Mommy's were piss drunk and had filled their babas from that punch bowel, causing their premature adulthood.

The drunkeness of the partygoers was unfortunate in another way also. Since if there had been even only one sober adult at the party, more than likely the two girls would have been found out. But, as it was, their wobbling manner of walking, dazed and confused looks as well as difficulty speaking was super camouflage in such an environment. To everyone around them, including their own mothers, they were just two more drunk attendees of the party.

After a while the babies started to have fun, enjoying their new found freedom. Not taking much notice as the grown-ups around them started to grow younger and wet their pants, each with a cup of punch in their hands.


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