Watersports

Glad you're still with us Not long until the end of the story now. Do you think your understanding of what's going on so far will change when you come to read Gabby's side of the story?

Honestly was so sad to never get a pair of their snap overalls or shortalls in denim. I got some of the choo choo stripe shortalls. They are perfect. But really ok only for indoors 

This morning I’m wearing a gray and black dinosaur sleeper from Simple Seed and woke up wet in a Rearz Dinosaur.    Yesterday I tried a Kiddo Ultra Dry with navy elastic waist pants and a recycle trucks print sweatshirt from Winter Water Factory for Costco errands. Very fun! May do my grocery run in this outfit today. 

Sorry... personal issues... but here's a bit of setup for more fun things... If you read my first novel, "How lucky can you get?" (   ) (shameless plug I know.) You may see some familiar names. Some of my works are 'blending' into small 'universe' of their own.   Chapter 18 I woke up alone in bed. But this time I didn’t panic, I was sure Mommy was still here somewhere. I opened my eyes and inhaled. Bacon!!! I smiled to myself as I threw back the covers and sat up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. I felt a squish against my girly bits but didn’t care. Mommy cooked some bacon! I shuffled, bare foot in my floor-length princess nightie and found her sitting at the table. She was already dressed for the day and holding a mug of coffee in one hand, her phone in the other. A plate with a paper towel, and several pieces of bacon waiting. I went to her and bent over to give her a hug. Her arm reached and gently held my arm for a moment as she greeted me, “Morning princess. Did you sleep well?” I nodded and reached for a piece of bacon. Munching it I answered, “Uh huh, slept great. Any coffee left for me?” She was sipping her own so she just gestured with her phone in the direction of the kitchen. I strode around the counter to find a clean mug waiting for me next to the coffee pot. As I poured my own, she spoke up, “I was thinking of doing some shopping this morning.” With one hand holding my mug and munching the rest of the piece of bacon I had in my other, I made my way back to the table and sat down with her. I was expecting her to say more, but she didn’t. I let it go and just reached for another piece. After a bite, I prodded a little, “Anything in particular?” She’s hesitating. I bet it’s something expensive and she’s not sure how to ask me to pay… “Sweetie, I’m not ready to pack up my kitchen, but if I’m going to be cooking in your kitchen, you need at least a few things,” she said. I got a little defensive, “What? I’ve got things. Besides, when you DO move in, then we’d have double.” She sighed and sipped her coffee again. Then she took a breath and said, “Darling, you’ve got one saucepan and one fry pan. You barely have any utensils or kitchen knives.” I blurted out without thinking, “I’ve got a set of wooden spoons!!!” Suddenly we both stopped and I saw her blush. Then I remembered the last time I used a wooden spoon for anything and I giggled. She started laughing as well. I relented, “Okay, okay, but not too much. We don’t need double stuff when we move your stuff in.” She was about to say something, but she stopped. I think she was about to say something like, IF I move in… Afterall, she hadn’t fully committed yet even though I’ve decided it was definitely going to happen. She changed the subject instead, “There’s something else. I met some of your friends. Now I’d like you to meet a couple of mine.” I shrugged and reached for the third and final piece of bacon, “Sure, we can do that.” She paused and then committed herself, “Cindy dear, they live over in Siler City. I thought with it being Saturday and all, we could drive over, have dinner and spend the night at their place.” I thought for a moment. That’s over a two-hour drive. And her friends… Would they be like… Into something as weird as… Nah, she wouldn’t drag me into something like that… But I figured if I asked in a joking way, “Sure… as long as it doesn’t turn into some wild sex orgy.” She smirked and gave me a scowl, “Cindy!!” Then she added, “They’re a nice couple of ladies and I haven’t been to one of those in years!!” I giggled. She grinned. Then she seemed to have decided, “Okay, I’ll text her to let her know and then we better get my baby girl changed into a fresh diaper.” I blushed and whispered, “You mean… I have to… out shopping?” She just smiled at me and whispered, “Little girls that play with themselves and wake up soggy… Wear diapers the rest of the weekend.” Gulp… And meet her friends in them? But she was already clearing the empty plate and then tugging gently on my wrist. … Shopping wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought. She had used one of the plain white ones to diaper me and let me wear my baggy sweatpants. It was just a specialty shop for kitchenware. But being Saturday, there were several folks. One lady looked like maybe she was too good of a cook. I swear she bought that dress at a tent store. And one guy actually squealed with glee when he discovered some gadget for removing the pits from cherries. His partner just said, “Shh… Jimmy, calm down. Yes, you can buy it…” Imagine, getting that excited over a kitchen utensil??? I was about to say something to Mommy, but we were standing near the spoons and ladles and saw Mommy staring at them. I kept my mouth shut. Is she… not for me… she knows I have… Wait… is she? Does she?? I whispered to her, “Angela, do I need to use my wooden spoon again?” She blushed and scowled at me but then she stammered, “That’s only for when I’m naughty.” HA!! She DOES!!! Well lover… if you’re naughty… I know just what I’m going to do! She hurried away with the cart, mumbling something about, “…finding a nice skillet.” I tried not to be too smug as we finally approached the counter. I knew I was buying so I already had my card out when the cashier declared the total. It was a bit over three hundred, but I had no idea how to use half the stuff. It’s okay, Mommy will teach me… --- --- --- When she caught me staring at the spoons and asked me if she needed to use one, my heart did a flip-flop and my crotch twitched. I told her that’s only for “when I’m naughty,” and went as quick as I could to another part of the store. Any part would do, just stop staring at… … She paid without batting an eye. We got things into my car and then we stopped for lunch. She hadn’t mentioned it again and I thought I was out of the woods. We ordered something light to eat and sat quietly for a few seconds. Then, just when I felt I was home free, she whispered, “It’s okay. If you want me to spank your pussy again, you just have to let me know somehow.” My eyes went wide as I stared at her. She just looked up at me and smiled. My ‘mommy reflex’ kicked in. I scowled at her and hissed out a reprimand, “Little GIRLS that are still in diapers…. DON’T talk like that to their Mommy!!!” But it didn’t work this time. Instead of pouting and dropping her gaze in shame like a repentant child, she reached and gently gripped my hand. She paused and looked at me, then said gently, “No, but lovers who care for one another, help each other out, regardless of what others might think.” Damn, when she’s a cute little thing I just want to hold on to her forever. But when she’s a grown woman, offering her heart to help me… I just don’t know what… I tried to pull my hand away as I mumbled, “Not your problem sweetheart. Besides, why would any woman want that?” She squeezed my hand before letting go and adding, “Because women are people, with all sorts of complicated issues. Some behave like a lost child that needs a mommy. Some need help accepting themselves for who they are.” Our food arriving interrupted her. But as she shook out her napkin and the waitress left, she added, “And some need help getting over their shame and guilt.” After she took a bite, she smiled at me and added, “I love you… Just let me help.” I picked up my fork and took a bite. She does care… But… but I can’t just come right out and say it…I barely allow myself to think about it… --- --- --- I watched her pick up her fork. She mumbled something about, “…talk more tomorrow, when we get home.” I let it drop. A part of me understood at least a little bit. Understood that we all have some thoughts and feelings that are difficult to share. … After we unloaded her car and found a place for the new kitchen things, we both sat with a ‘plop’ on the couch. I watched as Mommy picked up the remote and turned on the tv. She skipped through the sports channels. She paused at some old cartoon channel that I had subscribed to. She glanced at me and smiled when the coyote was in the middle of painting a tunnel on a mountain. I felt myself blush a little and said defensively, “Hey… those are classics! When they first made those, they were pre-shows for grown up movies!!” She giggled and smiled with, “I didn’t say anything darling… I like a good laugh too at times.” Then she turned back to the tv and scrolled some more. She settled for something on the movie channel. Not an old black and white, but some early 50’s sci-fi. I watched some, but put my laptop in my lap and surfed the internet, only looking up at the tv part of the time. --- --- --- I smiled when I found the cartoon channel. Predictably, my baby girl got a little defensive about it. But I settled in with a classic sci-fi movie. I noticed she went on her laptop, but she stayed with me and watched a little bit. But when the movie ended, it was after three and we needed to be on our way if we were going to have dinner at Francine’s. I turned off the tv and turned to her saying, “Sweetie? We need to get you changed and get going.” She looked up and had a quizzical look as she asked, “Changed? What’s wrong with what I have on?” I set the remote down and stood up. As I reached for her hand I explained, “I want you to look nice for meeting my friends, not some bum in sweatpants. Now come on, one of your nice work outfits.” She stood up reluctantly and whined a little, “Aw… but it’s the weekend.” I slipped comfortably right into ‘mommy mode’. I gave her bottom a single gentle swat and told her, “And besides… I’m pretty sure that DI-PURR needs changing.” She turned and I watched that cute butt waddle towards the bedroom. As I watched, I couldn’t help but smile. --- --- --- Mommy gave me a swat when I complained. She was right of course, I knew when I stood up that my diaper needed changing. I obeyed and headed to the bedroom. A part of me wanted her to start something. She turned me to face her and tugged at the drawstring of my pants. I just let her do everything. I noticed a thin smile as she took charge, stripping me down to my diaper and camisole. She turned me and gently pushed me, having me lay down on the bed. I let her do it all. I just flipped my hands back, next to my ears as I watched her. She’s happy doing this. She likes taking care of her baby girl. She’s grabbing one of my fun-print diapers… Knows I like them. Picking out my clothes… a simple skirt and blouse… I can trust Mommy to take care of me… … The car ride was going to be long, so I asked her more about her friends, “Are they like you? Mommies?” She glanced at me as she drove and smiled. Then she explained, “Not really. Well, Francine does have two grown daughters, but she’s not a mommy like I am. And Katherine… well she is NOT a little girl in any stretch of the imagination. But they do have… a sort of interesting dynamic.” I waited. And waited. Then Mommy added, “Katherine is sort of… submissive.” At that word, all sorts of things ran through my mind. I’d watched some porn, read some of those sorts of stories. Stories of women kept shackled, sex-dungeon scenes, tied, gagged… Suddenly I squirmed, remembering the time Mommy bent me over the couch. Submissive… I… I did cum three times… is she… is she like… Mommy once again proved she’s a mind-reader. She spoke up, “No, nothing involving whips or ropes or chains. That’s all just fantasy play for guys to jerk off to. She’s just… she lets Francine take charge of things at times.” She drove on for a bit. Then she finally added, “And no, we’re not going to have sex with them. Just relax and have a nice dinner and don’t worry. I just want you to meet them and I wanted to catch up with them.” I nodded and rode in silence for a while. Mommy broke the silence with other subjects. She explained Francine’s daughters were both married, one to a man, one to another woman. She mentioned Francine was an entrepreneur and artist, running her own pottery studio. … When I got out of the car, I smoothed out my skirt and checked myself over. I knew my diaper wasn’t showing or anything, but I wanted to look my best. Like when meeting a new client, I wanted to put on a good impression. The impression of a young lady that is smart, successful, and has her shit together. I followed Mommy up the short walk. When she rang the bell, I almost snatched to hold her hand but managed to put on a smile and keep my hands to myself. The door opened and I immediately felt a tiny shock. Of all the things I had expected, the woman opening the door was NOT what I expected. She was grey-haired and thin. She looked older than Mommy, but she kept herself looking well. Skirt, blouse with a simple vest that matched the skirt, pearls, her hair short but stylish. Her face broke into a grin as she spoke, “Angela!!! So GOOD to see you!!!” She stepped out and gave Mommy a quick hug. Her hand lingered for only a moment on Mommy’s arm as she added, “It’s been too long. When you asked if you could visit, I was thrilled. Come in come in… Katherine’s in the kitchen dealing with dinner.” Then she beamed her smile at me, “And you must be CYNTHIA!!! I’m so glad to meet you!!” She reached and took my hand perfunctorily, like so many rich widow clients I’ve met. Then her arm reached around, not touching but gently gesturing us into her home. Whoa… not at all what I expected! She could be someone’s grandmom. A bit… stuffy? Classy? Well of course since Mommy told her we were coming, she’s trying to ‘put on airs’ a little. Best foot forward I guess. She guided us to the living room and offered us a seat as she explained, “Katherine said dinner won’t be ready for a while, that gives us time to catch up Angela.” I sat quietly with Mommy. I tried not to blush as I sat. Maybe I was the only one that heard the crinkling of what I was wearing underneath? Well if anyone else heard it, neither of them said anything. Mommy started in casually enough, “So how’ve you two been? How are your girls doing?” The woman opened up like a floodgate. I’ve seen it with some clients. You want to talk about their case and they just want to talk… and talk… and talk. I sat and listened, “Oh I’ve been so busy with the shop. It’s been growing so well. I may have to hire an assistant. Of course Katherine helps what she can, but her media is paints and watercolor, not clay. Oh, did you ever see the nude she did of us? It’s in our bedroom. She had me pose of course, but she used a full-length mirror to add herself into the scene.” “She also did the mural in the room you’ll be staying in. She likes to have large spaces for her work. Not at all like mine. You see that figure? It’s only 14 inches but it’s one of my best sellers. I call it winged sky.” I looked, it was a bit abstract, but I did get an impression of flight… the way parts of it swept back and down… But she was still going strong, “Oh and Julia said she and Sammy would be here tomorrow for brunch. You know how the girls love to come visit me. But Sarah can’t make it. You simple HAVE to stay for that to see her. I don’t think you’ve seen her since… well.. I can’t remember when!” Mommy managed to get a word in, “Not since her wedding. She and Sam both looked so happy that day.” But when Mommy paused for a breath, Francine took the opportunity to jump back into gear, “Oh yes. And happier every day. Poor Sam has been seeing someone and is working on her phobia. And of course Sarah’s little Tammy helps a lot with that. But as I said, Sarah can’t make it tomorrow.” I had been just zoning out a little, letting her and Mommy talk. Letting her words just flow over me. But suddenly I heard my name, “Cynthia darling, you just HAVE to meet Sammy. I’m sure you two will hit it off. Angela mentioned you’re working in a law office? She used to live near Angela but now she’s with my Julia. I’m sure you two have some things in common.” Mommy interjected, and I noted a hint of pride as she said, “Not just working in any old law office, she’s a junior partner with Carter, Hamilton, and Company. One of the top law firms in the state!” I blushed a little as Francine paused and raised an eyebrow. “Impressive!” she complimented. “Not only that, fourth in her class at NYU, one of the best law schools in the country,” Mommy continued. I felt a swelling in my chest. I had worked hard for it, and here, Mommy was proud of me. Bragging. Francine smiled at me, “Goodness. That’s wonderful. Of course, anyone that Angela approves of, gets high marks in my books.” Then she reached towards the side table and picked up something I hadn’t noticed. It was a simple, small, silver bell. She rang it just a couple of times and set it back down. She shifted her legs demurely and folded her hands and the floodgate had closed again as we sat in silence. After a tiny pause of silence, another woman came into the room. She looked about as old as Francine. She was in a gray dress with a white ‘peter-pan’ style collar. I got the impression of… of a maid?!?! And just like a maid, she walked straight over to Francine and asked quietly, “Yes Ma’am?” With a gesture towards Mommy and me, Francine said simply, “Katherine dear, you remember Angela? And this is her friend Cynthia. Would you be a dear and bring us some refreshments? Perhaps lemonade?” She glanced at Mommy and I. Mommy spoke first, “That would be fine. Cindy and I could both use a cool drink.” The woman did a tiny bend of her knee, just a hint, and simply said, “Of course.” Then just before leaving she said, “Dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes ma’am.” Francine smiled and said simply, “Thank you dear.” Wait… Katherine? Is she a maid or… I thought they were partners / lovers. Before I could stop myself, I asked, “Isn’t Katherine your…. Why does she…” Suddenly I felt a slap on my leg. Not hurtful but it silenced me. I looked at Mommy as she gave me a frown. Francine noticed. She brushed her hand down her skirt, as if to brush away some imaginary crumb as she simply said, “Yes, that’s Katherine dear. She often enjoys acting as my… help.” Then she looked me directly in the eye and added, “We all have our little pleasures… Don’t we dear?” I gulped as she stared. Does she know? Did Mommy tell her? Tell her that I… I felt Mommy’s hand gently take my hand and squeeze. I looked at her as she whispered, “Just relax darling. I told you not to pry too much. Relax and don’t worry, I’m right here.” I managed to make a faint smile just as Katherine returned holding a large silver serving tray. She set it down on the coffee table. She smiled at me as she handed me a glass and offered me a small plate saying, “I included a few cookies as well ma’am.” Was I getting paranoid? Was that remark about cookies for my benefit? Cookies for the little girl? The child in the room? No… surely not. We’d never met before. Despite my adult attire, well, except for my hidden diaper, I realized that yes, I was the youngest in the room. Before I could dwell on it though, Katherine spoke again. She was talking to Mommy as she said, “I hope you don’t mind, I took the liberty of getting your luggage from the car and putting it up in your room.” Mommy just gave her a smile as she answered, “That was very sweet of you Katherine, thank you.” I gulped at the mention of our luggage. I had watched Mommy pack. Normal enough for the most part, but she had put in several of my diapers and one of my more childish nightgowns. The idea of this stranger carrying it in, not aware of just what it contained, had me squirm again in my diaper. The crinkle seemed incredibly loud in my ears. … But Mommy and Francine didn’t dwell on it. They were chatting about other things. Apparently, Francine also likes to garden. And her daughters and their spouses were her pride and joy. She asked if I knew anything about corporate law in this state and I offered some small advice. Then Katherine returned and said that dinner was ready. Francine stood and gestured for us to cross the hall to the dining room. She was cheerful as she spoke, “I hope you don’t mind, I always make out seating cards. It helps everyone find their proper seat.” As I entered, I was impressed. The table was large enough for eight or ten, but only set for three. I almost asked where Katherine would be sitting, but I bit my tongue. A candelabra with five slender taper candles burning. Full dish settings with salad plates, dinner plates, bread plates. Full glassware and more forks and spoons than I even own! I felt a bit out of place as Francine stood back from the end of the table and gestured, “Angela? You’re here, and Cynthia dear? You’re on my left.” I looked and saw the nearest setting had a place card labeled simply, “Ms. Angela Burns.” Then as I rounded the end of the table, “Ms. Francine Collins”. And underneath her name, in parenthesis’s, “(Hostess)”. But when I got to the other side and saw my own place card, I froze. There, in the same formal script: “Ms. Cynthia Davies Esq.” “(Little Baby Cindy)” I felt the blood drain from my face and pee squirting from my body as I gasped. It must have flowed for ten or fifteen seconds as I stared at that simple phrase. I finally managed to clench and stop the flow when I heard Mommy’s voice, “It’s a wonderful table Francine, you always do so well!” I blinked and saw that she was already sitting, unfolding her napkin and placing it across her lap. Francine was smiling at her and sitting as well. Mommy glanced over and gestured at me, simply saying, “Sit dear, you can’t enjoy your meal standing up.” I took my seat and felt the now familiar squishy warmth of a freshly wet diaper. She knows! Mommy must have told her my full name, my ‘baby’ side… and now… Now I’m proving it’s all true, sitting in a warm, wet diaper!!! I stared at Mommy and felt a tiny whimper escape my lips. Mommy looked at me and said gently, “It’s okay babe, I’m right here and we’re among friends.” Francine spoke up. Casual, patronizing a little, but nothing about what was cradling my crotch. She simple smiled and explained, “Now dear, it’s really rather simple. We start with the soup spoon, and the salad fork. After that the fish course, followed by the main course then dessert. You just work your way inward with the different forks for each course. Don’t worry if you make a mistake, it’s all just a bit of fun I have, making dinner so formal and all.” To Be Continued    

No one sees me in my nappies. I wear Tena usually because they are cheap, but they are white and boring. I like baby print ones for the reason you said, they are more babyish and make me feel younger. I go with colours and prints that suit my taste. I don't like pink, so I'll usually go for more 'boyish' themes like dinosaurs. That's just my personal preference, nothing stereotypical.