Cloth Diapers & Panties

Spanish rice with sausage

I feel a spark of confidence seeing you again, I remember how eager you were to hangout during school. "You could say that, you look really good." I said with a smile across my face. Before I answer, I watch your eyes go from the diapers and slowly back to me. A small shock of realization comes across my face, did he know? Did he see?! I try and collect myself as my voice cracks for a moment. "No, no kids and never married. I was seeing someone awhile back but he broke it off." I say shrugging. "Also! Also the reason I am here, in this aisle. I do um, a nanny job part time. The uh, parents asked me to pick up some for them." I say lying through my teeth

Hormel beef tips and noodles.

This is very similar to the previous chapter just Elise’s POV if you’re picking a side to read from. Will hopefully have the next chapter up today as well. Chapter 3- Committing and explaining (Elise’s POV)   Her face was adorable. If Ashley's mother hadn’t been on the phone she would’ve squealed seeing that potty face. It was unexpected and she was only 90% sure that Ashley had had an accident but her body was hot. It felt like every nerve was firing at the same time with how overwhelmingly cute Ashley was dressed how she was.    The silence was nearly deafening. Elise could only hear the thud of her own heart beating in her ears. She had to focus outwards and back on the girl in front of her. Ashley was hyperventilating, probably trying to stave off a blackout. Her breathing slowed only minorly before Elise saw the tears puddle in the corner of Ashley’s eyes. She was moving before she even processed the thought and had her arms around Ashley as her body gave the first heave.    She pulled her into her chest and stroked the back of her head as she whispered to Ashley. ‘You massively screwed up Elise. You invaded her safe space. You have to make this right and quickly.’   She easily hoisted the girl into her arms. Ashley naturally locked on and Elise moved her hands to her rear to support her as her wails were muffled by Elise’s shoulder. Elise noted the diaper, sure enough Ashley had wet herself. She didn’t care about the snot and tears pooling on shoulder as she began to gently rock Ashley and move around the room while she whispered into her ear. Anything and everything to inspire confidence back into Ashley who was just learning about this world.    She knew Ashley was breaking down because she was afraid of being judged for being curious about this. Elise knew from her own fears of opening up about herself whether it was coming out to her family, or meeting Kelly in person for the first time. She had come to the resolution that the opinion from those closest to her were all that mattered and right now, Ashley didn’t know what her opinion of her was. She was afraid Elise wouldn’t understand.    Ashley felt lighter than she expected, maybe it was the adrenaline bolstering her strength, maybe it was just the mental concept of how small Ashley appeared that tricked her muscles. No matter what, she continued to softly bounce Ashley and move around the room.    “Shhhh it’s okay.” Gently whispered into her ear calmed her for a moment.    “Everything is just fine.” Relieved some of the tension in her muscles.    “I’ve got you.” Seemed to ground her sobs and relax her worries. Elise knew Ashley was internally beating herself up but she was here to comfort and support.    Whether it was Elise’s words or just plain exhaustion, Ashley began to calm. Not fully of course, she was still prickly and sensitive, but her body had just gone through a workout both emotionally and physically. Her eyes were adorably puffy from the tears and there was a noticeable pool of snot and tears on her t-shirt’s shoulder but that was a small price to pay for her blunder.    “Feeling a bit better?” Elise asked softly and close to Ashley’s ear. She knew how adrenaline seemed to mute the world and she could feel Ashley’s heart still beating rapidly against her chest. She moved over to the bed and sat down with Ashley still in her arms, now straddling her and sitting on her lap.    “I’m sorry for barging in like that. It was exceedingly rude of me.” Elise started. “I had no intention of startling you like that or of witnessing something you may have wanted to keep a secret. Would you care to know why I’m here?”  She asked and got another small nod.    Elise began to explain the events that lead up to this point and finished her explanation with: “And that's how I ended up here. Again, I’m so sorry for barging in the way I did. I was partially worried about you with your mom chattering away all of the terrible potentials and being distracted with the phone that I didn't think to knock or announce myself. I was also letting my feelings get in the way of my actions and not acting appropriately.”   “Thank you.” Ashley whispered back, her voice was small and a bit scratchy. “I forgive you.”   “Now. Can we talk about this?” Elise asked gently as she moved her hand down Ashley’s back with a reassuring pressure, a small bit of excitement slipping into the question. “I can start if that makes you more comfortable.” She added to assuage the hesitance in Ashley’s demeanor. Ashley only waited for a second to respond, a slight bit of enthusiasm to have Elise start the conversation.    “Alright, I’ll go first then.” Elise began. “First and foremost I want to put it out there that I think you’re beyond cute. Both in regular work attire, and this.” The blush was to die for as Ashley buried her face to hide. “I have been crushing on you since the day you started working at the shop. Maybe I was afraid our age gap would push you away and I have certain… desires and tastes, that I was afraid would hurt you. I am sorry for testing the waters the way I have. I was honestly scared that I would push you away and felt myself latching on to you without your knowledge or consent.” She knew she should be honest and build this bud of a relationship on a healthy foundation of trust. It was less difficult to express her feelings than she thought it would be, maybe it was because Ashley was so disarmed dressed how she was.    “I… I like it.” Ashley meekly replied before hiding again.    “I was mildly aware but I’ve been pushing boundaries that require conversation before pushing.” Elise continued. “I am a caregiver. I have a sort of need to take care of someone. It’s not exactly a sexual pleasure but more so an adjacent pleasure for me. What I’ve been doing is akin to forcing myself onto you. It may not have seemed like it because it can be played off as kindness but I am living out my fantasies through you without your consent. For example, feeding you at lunch today I massively crossed a line I shouldn’t have with myself, and for that I am sorry.” She knew what she was doing was wrong but she couldn’t help herself. The apology was a load off of her own shoulders.    Ashley was quiet for a moment as she tried to process all of the new information being dumped on her. “Sorry, I’m kind of… new to… this… you might need to explain… a lot” Elise followed her eyes down to the onesie as she gestured.     “How new?” Elise questioned.    “Maybe 8 hours…” Ashley meekly responded.    “You mean this is your first time trying ABDL attire or your first time experiencing this in general?” Elise asked, partially stunned by how deep Ashley had dove for someone who didn’t even know this was an option.    “In…in general…” came the quiet response.   “Bless your innocent pure little heart.” Elise squeezed Ashley, a pang of her innocence striking her heart. “Alright. I guess there’s some explaining to do then and we are both on different pages of a very, very thick book. Where do you want to start then?”    “Um, can you explain “caregiver” for me?” Ashley asked with a blush.    “Oh boy, we’re going to need to be comfortable.” Elise said before shifting back on the bed so that she could lean up against the head board. “Is it okay if you lay down in my lap?” She asked and Ashley moved over to her. The adorable little shuffle to crawl into her lap was to die for and Elise knew how delicate Ashley’s state of mind was at the moment. She didn’t need to guide necessarily, more so catch Ashley at this point.    “Alright. I guess starting from the top and to the best of my understanding, there’s no set in stone rules so this is just my interpretation and standards. A caregiver is someone who seeks out a companion they can care for in the capacity that they would if they were of a mindset younger than their physical age, commonly this person is called a little. It’s a nurturing and protective role. I’ve known what to call it for maybe 15 years, since I was still in highschool and had started working for your aunt part time. It was even harder to figure it out back then and there weren't all of the outlets like there are now.” Elise started to explain. There was a lot, a mountain of topics to cover realistically, she decided she would start on the simpler side of things.    “What’s a “little”?” Ashley asked. Elise had to pause and regroup. She knew a lot of the ins and outs of this dynamic to the point it was almost second nature to her. Introducing someone who hadn’t even known of the dynamic yet decided to crawl into a diaper and onesie on whim was going to be difficult.   “You. Well not necessarily, but you could fit into the role of a little. It doesn’t mean you have to be physically little, although you are preciously so, there are fully grown men and women that are littles too. It’s more of the mindset and headspace. You don’t necessarily have to regress mentally but some do. Some, like yourself, and I’m not saying that you do, have an infatuation with objects or attire that make them feel small.” Elise tried to explain without going into hour long details and trying not to offend Ashley.    Ashley’s blush renewed at being called out. “So you’re okay with… this?”   “Yes, very much so. I’d think you’re oblivious if my hints today went over your head… they went over your head didn’t they?” Elise was partially baffled by how oblivious Ashley was but that was part of her charm. “You even passed out over a hint that went a little too far.” She sighed quietly to herself.    “How was I supposed to know anything about any of this? I thought I was one of maybe a couple of dozen people that would look at a pack of diapers with “baby” boldly printed across the front and end up putting one on until a couple of hours ago. I pretty much tripped, fell, and got back up as a “little” apparently.” Ashley said, getting a little excited and shifting in Elise’s arms. Elise could tell from the subtle wince that the diaper was cooling off and becoming slightly uncomfortable.    “Well you don’t have to put a label on it right away. You can be whatever you want to be. A sort of role of a caregiver is giving that safe space for someone to regress or to enjoy that side of themselves.” Elise continued.    “Yeah….” Ashley replied. Elise felt her ease down into her arms and get a little more comfortable.    “Well you can be whatever you want to be, there’s no reason to force a title or define it this quickly. In my own rush and stupidity I assumed you were already aware of this side of yourself but a lot of ABDL’s have some level of distrust exposing this secret. There is a sort of stigma associated with liking diapers and infantile outfits. It’s not for everyone and I’m sure you imagined people being harsh about the subject. Don’t get me wrong, there are some bad people out there that would manipulate the purity of this lifestyle into a negative light. I assure you I don’t have any fascination with minors and the cute outfits and diapers are just a very useful and adorable tool.” Elise clarified.    She knew how niche the kink was and she knew how brutal people outside could be from just their small glance into it. At a very surface level it could look bad but with an understanding it’s a very caring and loving relationship.    “Sooo, what do you gain from a caregiver point of view. It sounds like just work. It doesn’t sound sexual, at least not like sex sex…” Ashley ask, her cheeks flush, but clearly becoming more comfortable about opening up to Elise.    “It can be sexual in some cases and scenarios. It’s roleplaying at its base form really. For me it’s the dominant role. I take power that is entrusted to me to reduce the adult responsibilities of another. Granted, I’ve never actually had an IRL partner per se…” She had never committed to a CGL relationship. Sure, she had dated off and on but she never truly opened up about her one true passion. Maybe that was what strained some of her previous longer relationships, keeping this side of herself suppressed and hidden.    “But there are plenty of scenes that can be made sexual. For me it’s the power of reducing a consenting adult to their younger form. Diapers are a basic mechanism of stripping away an adult ability that is routed at a young age through potty training. The outfits, as cute as they are, regress their physical appearance and further enforce the dynamic.” Elise explained. She really wanted to emphasize how cute Ashley was but didn’t push it.    “Of course there are scenes like MDLG, mommy domme little girl, that the regression is more forceful in nature. It can also tie into bondage that traps a little in that role for a scene. Just like BDSM boundaries, rules, and expectations are laid out first before starting a scene. You can establish safe words or gas pedals to accelerate a scene. It’s not necessarily scripted like a movie but as both partners dive into a scene their characters follows along. There’s more stuff that is sexual in nature that would tie directly to the themes but similar philosophy of regression as the focus and tool to strip power from a little.” She continued, getting a little excited and word vomiting it felt but there was just so much she wanted to explain and share with Ashley.    “So if I was a little, would you be my mommy?” Ashley asked then covered her face with her hands to hide her burning blush when she realised the context.   “Yes, I would happily.” Elise answered immediately. Her cheeks blazed at the thought of the title she dreamed of earning.   “Would you expect me to… use my diapers?” Ashley asked meekly.    “If it was a scene you were agreeable to I would have no issue with you using diapers for their intended purpose.” Elise was direct but hid her enthusiasm.    “Number 1?” Ashley asked.    “I would encourage it fully.” Elise proudly responded.    “Number 2?” Ashley quietly asked.    “Totally okay if it’s something that you feel you’re up to.” Elise knew that would be a difficult bridge for Ashley to cross but she could handle it.    “What if… what if I… what if I already did a number 1.” Ashley was practically whispering at this point and Elise almost missed the question but grinned a little to herself when she processed it.    “I’d probably say that the nighttime diaper you’re wearing can handle much more than that. But, since it’s your first time. I’d be more than happy to give you a change if you wanted it.” Elise responded as she started thinking about the idea of a diaper change.   “Did you know… that I… had an accident?” Ashley was so blushy and timid it was almost painful for Elise.    “Of course I did. Your potty face was so cute I almost squealed with your mom on the phone.” Elise was blunt which made Ashley freeze like a deer in headlights.   “Stop teasing me! It was an accident!” Ashley turned back around and pouted. Elise was enjoying the adorable little pout and the gentle teasing.    “I know it was an accident.” Elise assured her. “It’s just a good thing that you were wearing your protection when it happened.” She couldn’t help pushing the tease a little more. ‘Oh, little too far.’ She noted internally as she felt and heard Ashley’s breathing pick up again. She rubbed small circles on her back to comfort her.   “Sorry for teasing. You’re just so cute I couldn’t help myself.” Elise whispered in her ear. She knew she had Ashley hooked. “I do have to say. For a first timer you pulled out all of the stops. I couldn’t have picked better myself and I’m the one who placed the order! Just look at how adorable you are.”    “Ssss…stoooppp, you’re making my cheeks hurt.” Ashley blushed and smiled more at the praise.    “Do you have a bit of understanding of the dynamic now? The draw? I gain a blushy little girl who can’t help herself. You get someone that appreciates and admires your blushes.” Elise said, only getting a small nod of agreement from Ashley.

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