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By cute little kokiri girl · Posted
Alice rubbed the bridge of her nose and just said, "To your first question that's a long story, second question it's not like I have a choice in this." When Alice sat down an obvious squish came and the girl shuddered and sighed. -
There was Lena, sitting in the lounge chair with Betsy curled up in her lap, the bottle already nestled in her mouth. Lena cradled her gently, one arm wrapped around Betsy’s back, the other steadying the bottle. Betsy’s head rested softly against Lena’s breast, her eyes half-closed in quiet contentment. The scene was tender—almost surreal. The earlier embarrassment had melted away, replaced by a sense of peace and trust. Betsy looked completely relaxed, her body nestled into Lena’s embrace as she suckled slowly. Lena glanced up and smiled. She was getting a little fussy, so I figured I’d help out. Ok well since you have this handle, I will be right back I stepped back out onto the balcony and saw Lena still cradling Betsy, the bottle nearly empty. I smiled and said, I see that. Was it her idea or yours? Lena looked up with a soft laugh. She asked me if I’d feed her the bottle. And with those puppy eyes she gave me… I couldn’t say no. Betsy peeked up at me, her cheeks slightly pink. Is it okay that I asked her? she murmured. I nodded. Of course it’s okay. Then I glanced at Lena with a knowing smile. But don’t be surprised when she pees—she does it every time she has a bottle. Lena raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. Really? Yep, I said. She did that once when I was being stupid and didn’t have a diaper on her. That was the first and only time she wasn’t diapered. Betsy giggled, her voice muffled against Lena’s breast. Well, Lena said with a grin, Betsy’s peeing her diaper right now. I chuckled. Good thing she’s wearing one. She shouldn’t need a change—her diaper will last until bedtime. Lena smiled and gently rocked her, her hand resting softly on Betsy’s back. After Betsy finished her bottle, she and Lena returned to their card game, laughter and playful banter filling the air. A little while later, I asked if I could join in for a few rounds. Betsy smiled and said, Sure, then wandered over to the balcony railing to watch the ducks gliding across the lake. Lena and I had just started our fourth game when she suddenly pointed toward Betsy. I turned to look—and paused. There was Betsy, squatting quietly by the railing, the back of her jumper puffed out slightly. I blinked, surprised. It was one thing for her to feel comfortable enough to wet her diaper around Lena, but this pooping in it… this was something else entirely. I glanced at Lena, who simply smiled and whispered, let’s not say anything. Let’s just see what she does. Well, I said quietly, one thing that’s going to happen is she’s going to feel the back of her diaper. Lena raised an eyebrow, amused. Really? Like clockwork, I replied. Every time. Sure enough, Betsy stood back up, casually reached behind herself, and patted the back of her jumper. Then she wandered down the balcony, gazing out over the lake as if nothing had happened. Lena watched her with quiet curiosity. She does that every time. Why do you think? I shrugged. I can only guess. Maybe she’s surprised she actually did it. Or maybe she just wants to know how big it is. I’m not sure. Lena nodded thoughtfully. It’s kind of sweet, in a way. Like she’s still figuring out what she’s comfortable with. Exactly, I said. And the fact that she’s doing it around you… that says a lot. We sat quietly for a moment, watching Betsy lean against the railing, the back of her jumper puffed out with the load that she just dumps into it. It was a subtle detail, but one that spoke volumes. She was completely at ease—unbothered, unashamed, and fully herself. Lena glanced at me, her expression soft. She really trusts us. I nodded. She does. And that means everything. Betsy turned slightly, catching our eyes, and gave a shy smile. Lena and I had just settled back into our card game when Betsy wandered over and sat down beside Lena, her expression calm and content. Lena glanced at her, then gave me a knowing look. I thought to myself, well, there goes that easy diaper change. After a few more hands, Lena gently guided Betsy to stand in front of her. She began to unsnap the bottom of Betsy’s jumper, frowning slightly at the stubborn fasteners. This jumper must be new, she said, tugging gently. These snaps are hard to get undone. I nodded. It’s the first time she’s worn it. Lena chuckled and looked up at Betsy. Well then, I feel honored to be the first one to see her in it. With a final tug, the snaps came free. Lena carefully lifted the jumper above Betsy’s plastic pants and turned her around. She pulled back the waistband of both the diaper and the pants to check. Then she turned to me with a raised eyebrow. Didn’t you say she wouldn’t need a change until bedtime? I sighed, smiling. Guess I was wrong. Lena laughed softly. Not going to happen—she definitely needs one now. I looked at Lena with a grin. You sure you don’t want to change a stinky diaper? She laughed, shaking her head. Nope. I’ve changed enough of my grandkids’ stinky diapers—I don’t need to add another one to the list. I chuckled. Fair enough. I’ll get Miss Stinky here into a fresh diaper, and then how about we all have some s’mores before calling it a night? Lena’s eyes lit up. I think that’s a wonderful idea. She turned to Betsy, who was now sucking her thumb quietly, nestled beside her. Do you want s’mores, sweetheart? Betsy nodded, her thumb still in her mouth. Yeth, she mumbled around it. I smiled at the two of them. S’mores it is. I walked over and picked Betsy up, cradling her gently. I can’t make the mess in her diaper any worse just by carrying her, I joked. Lena laughed. Nope—that was already done when she sat down in it. Yeah, I said with a chuckle. She does that a lot. As I laid Betsy down and lifted her legs to begin cleaning her up, she looked at me and softly said, Thank you. I paused. Thank you for what? For not having Lena change me, she replied. I don’t think I could’ve handled that yet… especially a messy one. I smiled gently. So, with you saying yet, does that mean there might be a time when you’d let her? Betsy hesitated, then whispered, maybe. It took a little time to get her cleaned up and into a fresh diaper, but she stayed calm, trusting me through every step. Once she was ready, I picked her up again and carried her back out to the balcony. She was dressed simply now—just a diaper and a soft shirt—and she looked completely at ease. I set Betsy down and asked her to grab the supplies for s’mores. She nodded and trotted off, her diaper rustling softly beneath her shirt. As I worked on getting the gas fireplace started, Lena glanced over and asked, Is Betsy okay being dressed like that? I looked up. What do you mean? Well, Lena said, just running around in a diaper and a shirt. I smiled. If you stick around, you’ll see her running around in just a diaper. Lena blinked. You mean to tell me she runs around in just a diaper? About half the time, I said. It’s kind of her thing. Lena tilted her head. Even around the apartment? Yep, I replied. And if it’s warm enough, she’s out on the balcony like that too. Lena looked surprised. She goes outside without a top on? I chuckled. Have you seen her boobs? Unlike yours, she doesn’t have much. And from the ground, I doubt anyone would notice. Lena’s cheeks flushed red, and I quickly added, Sorry—I shouldn’t have said that about your boobs. She waved it off with a smile. Don’t worry about it. I know mine’s… noticeable. I’ve gotten used to it. Plus, you should have seen them before gravity hit. I started laughing out loud and she wanted to know what was so funny. I told her about this summer about my mom and Besty’s mom and the talk about gravity on their boobs. She went that it would have been funny to listen to too. We both laughed gently, the moment light and easy. There was no judgment—just honest conversation and growing comfort between friends. As Betsy toddled back with the s’mores supplies, Lena glanced at her and raised an eyebrow. That’s a much bigger diaper than the one she had on earlier. I chuckled. Yeah, that’s her nighttime diaper. It’s about twice as thick as her daytime ones—and believe me, she uses every bit of it. Lena laughed softly. Well, she certainly looks comfy. She is, I said. She sleeps better when she knows she doesn’t have to worry about anything. Lena nodded, watching Betsy with a fond smile as she carefully arranged the graham crackers and marshmallows on the table. I handed out the s’mores one by one, the fire casting a soft glow over the balcony. Betsy sat curled up on Lena’s lap, her face lit with joy as she enjoyed each bite. Lena looked just as content, gently patting Betsy’s diaper now and then in a quiet, comforting rhythm. They shared four s’mores between them, laughter and crumbs marking the end of a sweet evening. As the fire began to fade and the night settled in, I said, I’ll take care of cleaning up. You should head home and get some rest. Lena nodded. Alright, she said, standing up with Betsy still nestled in her arms. She carried her to the door, then paused and slipped a finger under the edge of Betsy’s plastic pants for one last check. She’s dry, Lena said with a smile. Thanks for checking, I replied. Lena leaned down and kissed Betsy gently on the top of her forehead. Thank you for a wonderful night, she said softly. We need to do this again sometime. Betsy smiled sleepily, her thumb still tucked in her mouth and gave a little nod. With that, Lena turned toward the door, still carrying the warmth of the evening with her. She stepped out into the quiet night, leaving behind the soft glow of the fire, the scent of toasted marshmallows, and the gentle hum of trust that had grown between all of us. Betsy and I had gone straight to bed after the cozy evening on the balcony. The next morning, as I was changing her out of her nighttime diaper and into a fresh one, I asked, So, how do you think yesterday went? She smiled sleepily. It was great. I had a really good time. I nodded. I felt the same way. Spending time with Lena was really nice. Betsy looked up at me. Were there any surprises for you? I chuckled softly. Actually, yeah—two, in fact. She tilted her head. What were they? Well, I said, fastening the new diaper, I was surprised when you went and got your pacifier and started using it in front of Lena. That was a big step. Betsy blushed slightly but smiled. Yeah… I guess I felt okay with her. And the other surprise, I continued, was when you pooped into your diaper in front of her. I didn’t expect that. She looked thoughtful for a moment, then nodded. I didn’t expect it either… but it just kind of happened. I didn’t feel nervous. As I finished fastening the fresh diaper, I looked down at Betsy with a warm smile. You know, I said gently, today’s your last full day in diapers. So, make sure you enjoy it. She blinked up at me, surprised. Really? Yep, I nodded. Because tomorrow morning, I’ll be dressing you in panties. It’ll be your first day of med school—and you should feel really proud of that. Betsy’s eyes widened, a mix of excitement and nerves flickering across her face. Wow… I guess it’s really happening. It is, I said, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. You’ve come a long way, and you’re ready. This is a big step, but you’re not doing it alone. She smiled, a little shy but glowing with pride. Thanks. I’m… kind of nervous. But I think I’m ready too. -
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By Diaperman0662 · Posted
Love the interaction between Betsy and Lena. I wonder how far this will go now that breastfeeding has been mentioned? -
By little_madd · Posted
Maddison was very surprised when she heard about Alice's real age; she hadn't known another girl was going through the same thing. A thousand questions raced through Maddison's mind, and she asked: "How did this happen? Why are you accepting this?"
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