Neppy

I would love to have Chris Hemsworth be my daddy.

Astrid only squirmed more on the changing table, reluctant to have her daddy take her diaper off, and wiggled more as he carried her into the bathroom. She stopped when she saw and smelled the bubbles and couldn't help but relax. She loved warm baths. "I don't want either," Astrid replied, pouting sadly as he washed her. "Why does it have to be like this?" The more Astrid thought about it, the more mortified she was at the prospect of everyone seeing her as a big, diaper-wearing baby dependent on both of her daddies for care. She wanted to throw a tantrum about it, but she was still groggy from her nap. At least the bubble bath was nice, even if she was being washed like a toddler.

((Very sorry for not replying sooner, this month has been a bear))

Astrid was glad to know that she would go home now, but she continued to look displeased. She didn't show eye contact with anyone during the checkout and frowned more when she saw the carseat. Astrid was surprised she could fit in it, but was uncomfortable. The shoulder straps were rather tight, and she figured it was the padding of her diaper that made it so the waist strap wasn't as bad. At least the drive home was short and quiet. She put up no fight when Tony picked her up and carried her inside, but she couldn't help but gawk at the oversized playpen they had set up. There was even a small pillow and a large pastel blanket in there. "No crib," Astrid protested tiredly. "No..." She was out before she could say any more, exhausted from her tantrums.

As soon as they set foot into the popular toy store, Astrid was incredibly nervous. She looked around anxiously, pitifully sucking on her bottle, expecting security to show up at any moment and tell them to leave due to having a nearly-nude woman in a public space, a space where children frequented no less. She could already see it making national news, with everyone seeing her. All Astrid could do now was close her eyes as tears welled up. She ignored her daddies and instead tried to curl up into a ball, despite the restraints on the special needs cart proving otherwise.

Pretty much any time for me.

Astrid frowned around the pacifier, and freaked out inwardly at the idea of being fed. She didn't want to go to a restaurant, not like this! She watched as her dada filled her bottle and felt better about that than anything else. Maybe if she played along, she would go home more quickly? She yelped a bit in surprise when she was lifted up and had a bottle inserted into her mouth. She looked into her daddy's eyes as she drank from it, hoping to plead with him silently to just go home. Astrid saw no point in putting up a fight now, especially after the threat of her "party" this evening. She was, however, nervous about another public diaper change, especially after a full bottle of water.

Astrid frowned and covered herself as pictures were taken. She was sure her face was as pink as some of the decorations that surrounded her in the store, even when they checked out. When Astrid was lifted from the cart, she felt some relief, thinking she would be covered. Even if they put on one of the outfits they bought, it would still better than this! To her surprise, the harness was strapped to her instead, leaving her bare except for her diaper. "No!" Astrid protested. "I don't wanna go! No!" She even stamped her foot, aware of how immature she was acting now, but unable to care. This was too much! "I wanna go home!"

Mary wet herself upon hearing that she wanted Sonya to have her soil herself. This was going to be much harder than she thought! "How? I don't have to go, and your mother will notice..." She couldn't help but blush in embarrassment, squirming in place in discomfort. These two children were trying to control her life, and worst of all, it was working! She wondered to herself if there were any laxatives or suppositories in the house, and shuddered at the thought of the girls overusing them on her.

Mary gritted her teeth and took the smallest slice of pizza, eating it carefully as she watched the movie. She wanted to cry and scream about all this, but what good would that do except make her look and feel more babyish? When Lucy came back with the juice, she took it and downed it once again, desperate to wet her diaper. Hopefully it would be soon, and definitely before their mother came home! This was certainly some situation she was in.

Mary went to work downing her juice. She didn't have the appetite for pizza anymore and concentrated on trying to wet her diaper. This all felt so foolish to her, and she wished she could have turned down the opportunity to babysit here. She glanced occasionally at Lucy and Sonya as they ate their dinner, making sure they didn't spill anything or make a mess in general. Mary bit her lip as the movie went on and was still unable to wet herself. One little cup of apple juice wasn't going to do it. She mentally freaked out at the idea of Cassie coming home to see her in a diaper, demanding her to leave the house while on the phone with the police. She could try to tearfully explain that it was all a misunderstanding, sure, but what kind of responsible babysitter would let an eleven-year-old do this in the first place? No, Mary was stuck. She was going to have to do anything Lucy wanted her to do.

Astrid glared at Tony as he exclaimed the status of her pull-up. Before she would protest, she saw him pull out one of the diapers and a couple of wipes and found herself on the floor. She refused to look at anyone during all this, as the salesman and Chris were probably smiling over all this embarrassment. She covered her chest and winced as she felt the cool wipes on her skin and groaned when she was finally diapered. "I am not all set!" Astrid argued, still covering herself. "I need something to wear!"

Mary watched Lucy coldly as she went into the kitchen. Apple juice would work, she supposed. She sighed and sat on the floor, unpausing the DVD so she and Sonya could watch Brave. "Do you have a favorite scene in this movie?" she asked the girl.

Astrid looked annoyed and embarrassed at her dada's cooing. She tried to shut out as much of the conversation that she could and focus on holding her bladder so she wouldn't end up leaking in her pull-up, but the when the salesman pinched her nose, she felt herself leak out of being startled. Astrid retreated behind Chris, staring at the floor and feeling like an absolute fool. She hated all of this, and there was no way out. Astrid shook a little at the thought of a side crib so she could sleep in her parents' room. What would happen to her old room? Would it be converted to a nursery? The thought made her leak more out of anger.

Mary grimaced more, but said nothing during the whole ordeal. Admittedly, the powder felt nice, even with two children diapering her and a camera recording it all. She frowned when she realized she had to wet herself. Mary sighed. "What do you have to drink?" she asked, trying to be as calm as possible about it all. "C-caffeine will make it go faster..." Mary blushed when she realized what she was saying, but she didn't want to be fired, and she certainly didn't want a nasty rumor spread about her that would damage her reputation.