foofybabykitten

Walking out of my room, Mommy takes my hand and leads me down the hallway and down our stairs, all the while I can hear my bottom crinkle and crackle with every step. I feel so little and special at the moment, even more so than earlier that morning; the diaper is much poofier and bulkier between my legs than the Pull-ups were. I’m on cloud nine and feeling silly, I can't help but shake my bum a little as I walk just to hear more of that sweet music to my ears. but as I’m led closer and closer to the living room I become a little apprehensive again knowing that I’ll be face to face with Lily any second now. “Hey now, where did all that silly energy go? You’ll be fine sweetheart, Lily loves you, you know that.” Mommy suddenly interjects, seeming to feel my sudden apprehension. “I know she does, but it doesn’t make it any easier.” I reply getting more nervous and fidgety by the second. “Well, think of it like ripping off a band-aid. The longer you prolong it the more painful it will be. Why don’t I just tell her right now so you can get it over with and have fun for the rest of the day?” She offers, understanding how it could be hard for me to explain myself. “Yea, I guess that’s okay.” I mumble still not feeling great about this development but thankful to Mommy for making the decision for me. We turn the corner and sure enough, there is Lily lying on the floor on her tummy watching TV with rapt attention. Her shirt has ridden up and I can see the waistband of her Pull-up. Thinking how my 4 year old little sister is in Pull-ups but here I am in a full on diaper has me suddenly feeling extremely small and fuzzy. “Hi Lily sweetheart, let me pause this for a second. We have something to talk about quick.” Mom grabs the remote and pauses Paw Patrol while getting Lily’s attention. “Mommy! Sissy!” She turns her head before exclaiming and sitting up after noticing us. “Hi.” I respond with a small awkward wave blushing, thinking about what is about to happen. “Well hi to you too, haha.” Mommy laughs at the cute reaction. “Lily, I just wanted you to know that your big sister is going to be wearing some of your diapers for a little bit.” She continues leaving room for questions. I find myself holding my breath and looking down at my toes in shame. I’ve always been somewhat of Lily’s role model and someone she looks up to, but now here I am falling below her in potty training status. “How come?” Lily asks, tilting her head in confusion and breaking me out of my thoughts. “No big reason or anything. Just that when little girls grow up and become big girls they get to make big choices like what kind of underwear to wear, or how many cookies to eat. And your sister just wanted to wear some of your diapers.” Mommy responds nonchalantly with a smile. “Oh… Okay?” Lily, seemingly a little confused but nonplussed by the situation, responds. “Hahaha, just help me keep an eye on your big sister’s bum okay? Come and get me if she needs to be changed.” Mommy, entertained by Lily’s response, laughs before she drops a bombshell on me. “Okay!” “Wai-what!?” Lily and I exclaim almost simultaneously, before I tense up having just started to relax after everything was put out in the open, but Mommy wants Lily to do what!? Thinking about my little sister checking my diapers to see if I need changed, and then running off to tell Mommy. No way, nuh-uh, never ever! The logical part of my brain is vehemently against the idea, but deep down something I can’t put my finger on has my heartrate escalating with excitement at the idea; talk about feeling torn. I nervously start picking at my lips again trying to sort my feelings out when I’m jolted back to reality with a hand grabbing mine. “No Sarah, we don’t suck our thumb in this house, it’s bad for your teeth.” She playfully chastises me, the tone of her voice letting me know she’s just joking. I feel her thumb rubbing the inside of my hand soothingly to try to help me calm down. “S-sorry.” Even though I know I wasn’t trying to suck my thumb and Mommy knows too, she still gets after me for picking at my lips just the same. “B-but, you want L-lily to check me?” I continue nervously still trying to process this recent turn of events. “Yes I do, sweetheart I just want to make sure you’re comfy. I don’t want you sitting around in a used diaper for too long, and while I’ll try to check you as frequently as I can, when I get busy you know I’m prone to forgetting about the time. And I’d like to have someone looking out for you in those cases.” She responds to me as gently as can be. “B-but Lily? I promise you I’ll come tell you…” I trail off, suddenly not so confident that I wouldn’t be too nervous to tell Mommy in such a scenario. “Ah ah ah, after all these years, I think I mostly know how you work kiddo. Knowing you, if you knew I was busy with something you would definitely put off getting a change wouldn’t you? Or you might even be too shy to ask for one in the first place.” She admonishes me gently, and no matter how much I want to argue against her, I know she’s right. “Mmm.” I hum with a nod in acknowledgment, feeling super shy having been seen through. “Sarah, why don’t you play with Lily for now, while I go get some chores done?” Mommy smiles and guides me with a slight shove and pat on my bottom. “Okay.” I meekly reply feeling more and more little by the second, before sitting down criss-cross applesauce next to my sister as I watch Mommy head off back to the kitchen. “Wanna play hide and seek with me!?” Lily asks excitedly, no doubt over the moon to have me playing with her for once. “Mm, sure.” I reply, I mean Mommy said I should and now I don’t have to feel so self conscious about having fun playing with her like I usually am. “Yay! I hide first!” She exclaims, running off before I can even respond, not that I mind. I’m just a little envious of her innocent childlike energy and boisterousness, I mean she IS a child after all but I kind of want some of that too. “1, 2, 3…30, 31,” I cover my eyes while counting down. In the middle of counting I start to feel something I’m a little nervous about. My bowels are starting to feel a little full, usually around this time I have a daily movement but now that I’m in diapers I’m not sure what I want to do; well I know what I WANT to do, but I’m still kind of scared to go through with it. “59, 60! Ready or not, here I come!” I finish counting and stand up to go find my sister, deciding to push my growing need off for now and think about it later. I search throughout the house room by room, I’m once again reacquainted with my new underwear crinkling and swishing as I go, feeling small as I look for my sister. Eventually I enter my room, and after a quick once over I’m about to leave when I hear a small crinkly shuffle sound. I almost thought it was just my own bottom but then I heard it again, but this time I know for sure I was standing completely still. Creeping towards my window, I didn’t bother checking behind my curtains before as there were no feet at the bottom in sight, but thinking about it Lily might be small enough that she could just barely sit on the window sill and keep off the ground. Inching closer I grab my curtains and throw them out of the way. “Found you!” I excitedly exclaim with a big smile, seeing Lily exactly where I thought she was sitting on the window sill. “Eeek! Hehehe, Now it’s my turn to seek!” Lily squeaks in surprise, before giggling and turning around to cover her eyes. “1, 2, 3…” She starts counting without any warning again. In wide eyed excitement I run out of my room and quickly head downstairs before turning down the hall and into the sun room, passing Mommy on the way as she smiles gently at me. “You and Lily having fun?” She asks with poorly disguised mirth in her eyes. “Yeah lots!” I respond full of energy before I’m suddenly feeling self conscious having been caught having so much fun playing a ‘baby’ game. “Aww, well don’t let me stop you, run along before she comes and gets you.” as if she noticed my embarrassment she responds and continues her own business nonchalantly. I’m quickly taken out of my thoughts and continue my journey to our sunroom. The room is very open and the walls are almost all glass windows, but in one of the corners there’s a single reclining chair with a skirt around the bottom so you can’t see what’s under or behind it. I quickly climbed over the top and hid behind it, squatting down making sure my head wasn't peeking over the top, and no sooner was I in my spot did I hear Lily’s shout from upstairs. “Ready or not, here I come!” In my spot I’m full of childlike excitement and thrill waiting for Lily to come find me. But in my squatting position something else is coming to the forefront of my mind, my bowels. I’m suddenly beset with a very strong urge to go and in my position it’s becoming extremely hard to hold it. That’s when I remember I’m in a diaper and Mommy said it would be okay if I had an accident in them, I mean I can’t exactly call a timeout for the potty now can I? Feeling nervous I steel myself and start to relax my bottom and push. “Mmph.” I quietly grunt as I push a mess into my diaper, a faint crackling sound can be heard as I do it. My god the feeling is surreal, I’ve never felt so little as in that moment, pushing a stinky into my pants like a baby. The sensation as my diaper ballooned out and the feeling of relief are wonderful beyond reason. My bladder also releases and a hissing sound echoes throughout the room as I wet myself too. The warm wet mushy sensation in my diaper has my tummy doing flips as I try to wrap my head around my new situation. I just for the first time in 10 years, pooped my pants; and I couldn’t be happier. But suddenly my afterglow is cut short when. “Sissy are you in here!”

“I love you too pumpkin.” She replied, holding me tight. As we held each other in probably the greatest hug thus far in my life, I can’t help it as my mind starts going into overdrive thinking about what wearing diapers again would entail. Would Dad have to know? What would Lily think? My friends? School? Or would it just be an at home thing? So many questions swirling around in my head that I hardly even notice when our hugging ends, until I’m jolted out of my thoughts with a gentle pat on the bottom pushing me towards the bathroom door. “Now go fetch the diaper for me please and I’ll help you get changed.” Mom’s words echo as I scamper off in a fluster to retrieve the, no MY diaper. Back in the bathroom I quickly pick up the diaper from the counter. Before returning to my room I take a little longer to take in the garment, almost in awe, still trying to come to terms that I’m gonna get to wear them for the foreseeable future. Quickly though my thoughts return to me and I return to my room where I’m greeted with Mom just walking back in from the hall carrying a few extra items. “Come lie down at the bottom of the bed sweetie.” She gently commands as she places the items on my bed, now completely visible they’re revealed to be a bottle of baby powder and a container of baby wet wipes. Suddenly my nerves are back in full force as I clumsily take my place and lie flat. Mommy kneels over me and reaches her hands into the waistband of my shorts and panties, which causes me to reflexively tense as stiff as a board. “Got to take these off first don’t we?” Seemingly noticing my apprehension she pauses before suddenly tickling my sides without warning! “Mommy! No stop! Hahahahaha!” I’m suddenly writhing around squealing in glee like a little girl as her tickling all but forces the tension out of me. After what felt like forever but was just a few seconds she stops her tickling and places her hands on my hips again. “Sorry, sorry, my bad, probably should have waited until after the diaper was on. Good thing you just went not long ago huh?” She jokes wiggling her eyebrows at me playfully. “Not funny!” I exclaim trying and failing to stop a big dumb smile from spreading on my face, my body relaxing back into my mattress. No sooner did I finally relax and woosh off came my pants. “And off we go.” She comments only afterwards Her sudden action startles me a little and I can’t help but clamp my legs together, turns out no matter how prepared you think you are to be stripped naked in front of your mom, you’re still not prepared enough when it really happens. My face feels like it’s on fire, no doubt sporting a newly discovered shade of red never before seen in the history of humanity. Seemingly in response to my sudden tension Mommy gently rubs my thigh. “Relax honey, it’s not like I’ve never seen your bottom before.” She consoles as she seems to consciously speed up the process for my sake, grabbing the diaper and shaking it open. Just as quickly she grabs me by my ankles and lifts me up until I feel her slide the diaper underneath me before gently placing me back down. Suddenly my tummy starts to feel fuzzy like hundreds of butterflies tumbling around inside, I relax my legs and open them for Mommy, scrunching my toes into my fuzzy bed sheets. Her eyes meet mine and suddenly they widen in surprise before softening as she smiles gently at me, reaching for the wet wipes. I’m not sure what she saw when she looked into my eyes, but at the moment I hardly had the time to think about that. “Eep! That’s cold!” I flinch and yelp after a sudden unexpected cold assault in my nethers. “Haha, sorry sweetie, I’ll give you a little warning next time.” She almost sings with undisguised mirth on her face and tinged in her voice. Before I can continue to complain I catch a whiff of the nostalgic smell of baby powder, she’s opened the bottle and started pouring it onto my diaper region. I’m almost taken over with bliss as I take in all the sensations as she rubs it in. I feel so small and vulnerable and comfy, it’s almost overwhelming in a way. In the middle of my reverie she suddenly pulls the front of the diaper up over my front applying gentle pressure to keep it in place while she stretches the tabs to the landing strip. For the first time in 10 years I was just diapered by my Mom, and I couldn’t be happier. Tears threaten to well up from my eyes as I’m hit with a surge of emotions, suddenly I’m pulled up by my hands into another top 10 hug of all time. “Shhh shhh, it’s okay baby.” She whispers as she holds me gently rubbing my back up and down. While trying to recompose myself I can’t help but start to think about what the future holds for me, I mean at my age I was just lovingly put in a diaper by my mom, one of if not the biggest dream come true scenario I’ve ever dreamed about. But now that it’s happened and I’m over the moon about it, but like what now? My dreams usually end here so what happens next is starting to make me feel a little apprehensive. My worrying is cut short though as Mom releases me from our hug. “How are you feeling sweetie?” She asks me gently, meeting my eyes. “Great.” I timidly reply, suddenly becoming conscious of the fact I’m still just wearing a diaper on my bottom in full view. “Let’s finish getting you dressed huh?” Seemingly noticing my plight Mom offers as she picks up my shorts and crouches down holding them out for me to step into. Holding onto her shoulders to keep my shaky balance I’m suddenly beset by butterflies in my tummy again as I step into my shorts following her instructions. “Right foot first. Then left, good girl.” She helps pull them up over my diaper with a gentle pat on my bottom for good measure. Looking down I notice my little cotton shorts don’t leave much to the imagination, a noticeable bulge that only appears on little boys and girls who haven’t completed potty training yet, feeling tingly I scrunch my toes into the carpet, watching Mommy stand back up. “Now then, while we’re here I want to go over some ground rules with you.” She trails off waiting for my acknowledgement, which I nod. “Sweetie, if you’re going to be wearing diapers I’m going to have to insist that I check on you every now and then. Not because I don’t trust you to tell me when you need changed or anything, but I just want to make extra sure you’re comfortable, and that you don’t get a rash. Trust me, you do not want a diaper rash.” I almost shiver imagining such a fate, although the idea of being checked like Lily makes me feel fuzzy inside, it also brings up a bit of a logistical problem. “Um, but what if other people see…” I trail off, suddenly not so confident about this whole thing. “Well, if you’re gonna be wearing diapers a lot I can’t guarantee someone won’t find out, of course I’ll try to be as discreet as possible about checks and changes but well, as the saying goes; if you walk by the river long enough you’re bound to get your shoes wet.” She says as she rubs my shoulder sympathetically. “W-what about Lily, and D-dad?” My voice is starting to feel a little warbly as the reality of my current situation starts to set in. “Yes we’d have to tell them too, after all you spend a lot of time with them so they would be bound to find out eventually, so instead of sneaking around it’d be better to just get it out in the open don’t you think? And you know Daddy and Lily love you more than anything; they would never make you feel bad about this.” “Yea…” I trail off. Of course I know Dad and Lily would love me all the same but it was hard enough to have Mom see me this way, just the thought of adding two more people into the loop is still daunting, like running up a hill thinking the top is the finish line only to find out there are suddenly two more hills to go before the finish and at any time the finish could just move again without warning if someone new needs to know. Seemingly seeing my apprehension, Mom interrupts my thoughts. “You know, you could always go back to panties whenever you want. Only a Sith deals in absolutes.” She says with an exaggeratedly serious tone. “Pfffff, yea I could.” I almost burst out laughing remembering the line from last night's movie night. Suddenly all the tension in the room is gone and I’m not feeling so anxious about my diapers anymore. Mom breaks into a mischievous smile from a successful prank. “Hahaha. Tell you what, why don’t we head on downstairs and get a start on the day, one step at a time?” She asks, still as gentle as ever. “Okay, I can do that.” I chirp with a bashful smile feeling like a weight is off my shoulders, one step at a time. “I’ll keep an eye on your bottom okay? But if you want a change, to go to the potty, or to go back to panties you can always come and get me, I won’t bite you… probably.” She jests as she wiggles her eyebrows at me. “Probably!?” I exclaim playing along. “Well I can’t make any promises, you’re just so cute I might accidentally gobble you up.” We both burst in laughter while making our way to the door. “And Mommy?” I speak up before we step out of my room. “Yea Pumpkin?” She asks gently, combing her fingers through my hair. “Thank you, you know, for everything.” I whisper looking down at my feet bashfully. “For you? Anytime.”

Behind my back I can almost feel my mom’s eyes on my skirt, no doubt looking at a patch of wetness that I desperately hoped wasn’t actually there. Suddenly I feel her hand tug on my skirt, for a moment I can't help but tense up in trepidation of what’s to come, and sure enough before I even have any time to think, she’s lifted the back of my skirt showing the state of my pants to the rest of the kitchen. “Yea I thought so, looks like you sprung a leak kiddo.” Mom suddenly interrupted my thoughts with her gentle voice. “Uh, I uh, I can…” I try to respond, face red, tears welling up in my eyes as I stumble over my words, not even knowing what I should or could say about this situation as my brain practically short circuits. “Whoa now, let’s calm down honey, you’re shaking. Shh shhhhhh, you’re okay.” Mom tries to comfort me, turning me around and wrapping me in a big warm hug while running her hand up and down my back soothingly. I reciprocate almost instantly, with all the tangled up emotions running around inside of me I can’t help but latch on to the healing presence of my mother with relish. There’s just something special about a mother’s hug, not too tight or too loose, the most comforting warmth, and a soothingly nostalgic smell, one that you were almost born to love. Like magic I can almost feel myself calming down. Everything that was bothering me, that brought me to tears, melted away and after what felt like forever I took my last little sniffle and looked up at my mom’s face, my Mommy’s face. “Are we feeling better?” She almost whispered, meeting my eyes, whilst her’s were filled with worry. “Mmm.” I only respond with a tired hum and a nod of the head as I bury myself back into her embrace. There’s a pause for a while almost like she’s struggling to come to a decision. “Why don’t we head up to your room, and we get you cleaned up?” She asks softly, still rubbing my back unhurriedly. I look up again, meeting her eyes trying to see what she’s thinking. I’m not sure what I saw or what I didn’t see, but something in them satisfied me and I nodded in agreement. Mommy just smiled down at me before separating from our hug and taking my hand instead, walking me up the stairs and into my room. There in my room I see the pampers diaper still sitting on my bed from this morning; I start to get anxious again and almost subconsciously I moved my free hand up to my mouth and start picking at my lower lip, when I feel Mommy squeeze my hand gently, I avert my gaze from the bed and look back up at her. “Okay sweetheart, you go ahead and get cleaned up in the bathroom, I’ll get you some clothes to change into alright?” she smiles and says softly, pulling my fingers away from my lips. Looking up at Mommy I’m feeling kind of fuzzy and it’s hard to think, it’s like I’ve just gone back in time, back to when I was potty training, back to when accidents and leaky diapers were normal, back to when I was little. Absentmindedly I nod in acknowledgment and make my way into the bathroom in a daze. After being alone again for a moment my mind starts to clear up again, like I’ve just been tossed into a lake in the middle of winter suddenly everything that just happened starts to play over in my head and I suddenly think of something and quickly look behind me seeing the mirror on my door. I look lower toward the back of my skirt and sure enough my eyes are greeted with two quarter sized patches of slightly darker yellow spots, subtle but noticeable wetness; no wonder Mommy was able to notice, next hiking up my skirt to get a look at my leggings, it’s much more obvious now with two large streaks of dark grey wet material popping out on the usually light grey material almost outlining my pull-up. After having gawked at my butt for far too long I start to follow Mommy's instructions and get cleaned up, taking off my skirt followed by the leggings, I’m left wearing only my t-shirt and my pull-up now, which is now noticeably sagging between my thighs, Everest the husky is still smiling on the slightly discolored and expanded front of the infantile garment, her congratulatory smile no doubt meant to say; good job, to little kids who make it to the potty, while in my case it seems more like she’s trying to tell me to; cheer up and try again. Without thinking I start to poke and prod at the warm swollen padding, feeling it squish around, I can’t help but giggle to myself at the feeling when I’m suddenly interrupted by the bathroom door opening behind me, I quickly tear my hands away from my pull-up and hold them behind my back while turning around, seeing Mommy come in with a small bundle of clothes in her hands. “Oh, sorry honey, I thought you would be ready by now.” She seemed surprised before quickly apologizing empathetically, and setting the clothes she brought on the countertop before leaving as suddenly as she came. My face burns as I wasn’t just seen with my diaper on full display but touching and playing with it no less, however before I can get caught up in my thoughts again my attention is attracted by what Mommy placed on the countertop, getting a closer look there are three items; a pair of pastel yellow cotton shorts, a pair of pastel pink panties with a little cartoon owl on the front, and lastly a pampers baby diaper identical to the one I wore to bed last night. I bite my lip in contemplation for a moment before deciding to think about it after getting cleaned up. I tear off the sides of my pull-up and throw it in the trash before wetting a washcloth in warm water and gently scrubbing my diaper area and anywhere else that got wet all the while thinking about what to wear afterward. Quicker than I would have liked I was clean and ready to get dressed, hesitating only a moment I slip on the pair of panties followed by the shorts, looking at the diaper left alone on the counter I can’t help but feel a little sad, I really want to wear it but with everything that happened already today I can’t muster up the courage to do it anymore. Taking a deep breath to calm down I make my way out into my bedroom where I’m greeted by the sight of Mommy sitting on the end of my bed, evidently waiting for me. “There you are, I bet you feel much better now huh?” She greets me cheerily with an infectious smile on display. “Yea, I do, thanks.” I respond a little nervously, with a small smile fighting its way onto my face. “Come and sit down over here honey.” Patting the spot on my bed next to her she gently commanded. “Mmm” I comply with a small hum and a nod, worried now and a little tense. I make my way next to her and take a seat, hearing the faint creaking of the mattress springs compressing under my weight. “Sarah honey, I wanted to have a little talk about your… diapers.” She tries to explain delicately but still feels like a truck of bricks weighing on me all the same. “Y-yea.” My voice cracks a little as I reply no doubt due to the anxiety I’m feeling, but suddenly I’m greeted with an all too familiar feeling. Mommy is once again gently rubbing my back, I feel my shoulders slacken as most of the tension seems to melt away. “Let’s try to stay calm, okay dear? I just have a few things I want to ask, okay?” She states never pausing her rhythmic rubbing. “Okay.” I reply awaiting her next question. “There’s nothing actually wrong is there? Like you’re not having problems with bedwetting, or accidents are you?” She asks me straight. “Wha, I, uh, no, I.” I stutter, suddenly worried that maybe Mommy was only so nice about everything because she thought I might be having actual accidents, and if I tell her i’m not, maybe she’ll suddenly turn and get mad at me. “Hey now, it’s alright baby, I just wanted to make sure there’s nothing seriously wrong, it’s alright you can tell me.” She gently interrupts, continuing her administration of backrubs. “Um, no, no there isn’t anything wrong…” I trail off, glancing up at her trying to gauge her reaction. “Mmm, I thought so. Sarah honey, can I ask you something a little out there?” She follows up with a thoughtful expression on her face. “Um, I guess, yea.” I responded a little hesitantly. “Are you wearing underwear right now or a diaper?” Mommy stares into my eyes while she asks. “Underwear!” I replied almost immediately, thinking back to how much I really wanted to wear the diaper. I can feel my ears heating up at the thought of having to answer this question if I really went through with it. “Why?” She shot back just as quickly. “Huh?” I’m suddenly flabbergasted, why? As a 12 year old girl aren’t I supposed to wear underwear, not diapers? “Why did you choose panties? Was this morning just a little curiosity that’s been satisfied, and now you’re done?” She expands on her previous question. “I uh…” No, that’s wrong! I really wanted to wear the diaper! I really fell in love with them! it's just I… “Or was it because I’m here?” She softly interrupts my thoughts. I open my mouth attempting to reply only for nothing to really come out, I’m suddenly starting to clam up with anxiety “You know Sarah, I’m your Mother. There’s nothing you could do in this world that you can’t talk to me about.” She continues, while rubbing my back again, no doubt trying to reassure me. “I um, I wanted to wear the diaper…” I trail off my face beet red. “Then how come you didn’t?” she asks genuinely curious. “I was too embarrassed, I’m not supposed to like um, to like diapers, I’m almost a teenager.” I confess looking down into my lap guiltily as the conversation pauses for a moment. “You know Sarah, everyone in this world is unique and different. Some people have things they like that could be seen as completely normal, but I bet just as many of them would like something that you would be appalled to witness.” She chuckles a little before continuing. “And there’s nothing wrong with those people. Everyone only has their own life to live, so they need to live it in a way that makes themselves happy, as long as they aren’t hurting anyone, then there’s nothing wrong with anything they do to make themselves happy. And in MY opinion, liking diapers hardly qualifies as something wild, that’s baby stuff, pun intended.” She finishes laughing at her own joke. “Pffft, not funny! But yea I guess you’re right.” A small smile creeping onto my face against my will. “So diapers huh? What is it you like about them?” Still smiling, she asks curiously. “They um, make me feel um, comfy and like good I dunno.” I stutter still feeling a little flustered. “Yea? How so?” She asks still as soft and gentle as can be. “Well… they’re soft, and warm, and um snug, like wearing a hug… And they um make me feel kind of like a uh, like a little kid again…” I trail off starting to get a little too self conscious again. “And you liked that? Feeling little again?” She asks still as level as ever without any judgment, at least as far as I can tell. “Y-yea, and um like it’s not just the um, the diapers. It’s also like how you treat me…” I trail off trying to organize my thoughts. “Like Lily?” She points out, trying to help me along. “Yea, like Lily.” My cheeks are suddenly burning up again. “Hmm, tell ya what. Why don’t you go and grab that diaper out of your bathroom, and we get you situated huh?” She smiles mischiefly as she directs me. My eyes widen as I’m taken aback that Mommy just went and said that to me, but I suddenly jump up with poorly hidden excitement as I finally process what she meant. I was gonna get my diapers and most likely more. It’s hard to describe the overwhelming feeling when you’re on the cusp of having all your wildest dreams come true, but feeling light as a feather, teary eyed, and suddenly a little jittery I turn to my Mom. “Mommy?” I call out in a warbly voice. “Yes sweetheart?” Came her soft reply. “I love you!” I exclaim while jumping into her arms.

Coming down the stairs I’m met with a four way junction, to the left is the living room where I can hear my little sister playing with something if the sound of plastic smacking together is any indication, it’s a large but homely room with a balance of warm colors that really helps you relax. To the right is the kitchen and dining room, the smell of something good is wafting out into the hallway as Mom seems to be finishing up whatever she’s making. Straight ahead is the entryway, the whole family’s shoes are lined up neatly against the wall just beside the front door, apparently a rule Mom picked up from growing up with Grandma no shoes inside the house, especially not on the carpet. And lastly there’s a hallway going back beside the stairs with a few doors lining it a closet space, a bathroom, and a guest bedroom; but the most important part to me anyway is at the end of the hallway is the door to the sun room, a nice big bright room almost entirely made of windows, the perfect place to lounge around during the summer; all the positives of being outside without actually being outside, a win-win in my books, subsequently the sunroom also has a sliding door that leads to the backyard patio. I hesitate for a moment before turning left and making my way into the living room, still a little too nervous to see my mom with the current state of my underwear. Entering the living room I’m greeted with the sight of my 4 year old little sister Lily playing with her toy cars in front of the TV, her mid length straight brown hair is a little messy an indication of how active she’s been, and her bright green eyes wide open in excitement as she crashes her cars together at high speed; she’s always been a little tomboy as my mom likes to say, not just getting her looks from our Dad but also a lot of his personality too, unlike me who is noticeably more like Mom. Rounding the couch I take a seat and am suddenly reacquainted with the padding around my bottom as the padding is pressed into my body, nervously I take a quick glance around the room unable to help but catch a peak at Lily’s back, and see a waistband sticking up past her jean bottoms, one that matches my own. My cheeks warm up worrying about how today is gonna play out when Lily, seemingly able to sense someone looking at her, suddenly turns around and makes eye contact with me before smiling widely. “Hi Sissy!” she beams no doubt still full of energy. “Morning Lily, whatcha doing there?” I ask, trying to calm down and succeeding for the most part. “Playin’ with my cars, it’s a demolition derby! And it's not morning silly, it’s lunch time!” she chirps as excited as usual. “Well it’s morning for me…” I trail off as I divert my attention to the TV, paw patrol seems to be on, another reminder of what I’m wearing, just what I needed. I roll my eyes, mentally of course. “You wanna play too?” Lily asks me suddenly, and with an obviously expectant look on her face. “Not right now sis, I think I’m just gonna watch TV ‘til lunch is ready.” I answer back, trying not to hurt her feelings. “Oh, okay.” She says a little let down but seems to quickly get her energy back as she returns her attention to her toys. I settled in and just watched Paw Patrol for a little while, despite it being kind of a baby show. I still like it and am thankful whenever I have my sister nearby as an excuse to watch it. Only a few minutes later Lily and I are interrupted by Mom walking into the room. “Lunch is ready kiddos! Lily, do you need to go potty first?” she announces before going over to check Lily’s pull-up I awkwardly kind of scamper away towards the kitchen being a little self conscious about any topic related to diapers right now. I vaguely hear Mom praising Lily for being dry and subsequently taking her off to the toilet as I sit down at the dining table, but speaking of the toilet I’m suddenly conscious of how much I have to go, I’m not desperate or anything but my bladder is definitely at a slightly uncomfortable level of fullness. Naturally I should get up and go upstairs to use the bathroom like any normal girl my age, but another thought is nagging at my brain; here I am sat at the dining table alone, wearing underwear specifically designed to absorb any accidents someone might have when wearing them, my heartbeat accelerates at the thought of it, just peeing right here right now, I’ve yet to do it before of course but I’ve always thought about it, wondering what it would be like, my curiosity at doing something so babyish, so embarrassing, so... little is almost overwhelming. “I’m gonna do it.” I whisper to myself almost like self hypnosis as I stand up bending at the knees a little, propping myself up with the table. “It’ll just be my secret anyway, no one will know, I’m wearing protection, I’m... safe.” I trail off as I manage to relax enough to best my many years of toilet training and release into the awaiting padding. It felt weird; weird, wet, and warm is the only way I could describe it, the area around my waist started to heat up quickly unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, listening to the faint hissing sound coming from beneath my clothes my eyes sort of lost focus as I focused instead on the feeling of it all; I felt the pull-up start to get heavier, ballooning up a bit as it absorbed everything I threw at it, widening my stance to try to accommodate the bulkier garment. Soon I was done, no going back, I just wet my diaper. I sort of just stood there blankly for a moment almost in awe at what I’ve just done, what I’ve experienced, but I quickly came back to my senses and reaching down to my bottom giving the now warm swollen garment a few pokes and prods through my leggings, suddenly noticing how hot my face had become during the whole ordeal I quickly take my hand away and glance down to my chair wondering what I’m going to do now. My wondering is quickly brought to an end though as I hear the flush of a toilet, knowing Lily and Mom will be out any second I quickly sit down and try to act like nothing happened, however doing so I can feel a new sensation, almost like the pee is squeezing out of my pull-up, maybe from the pressure of sitting on it, and suddenly another new but dreaded feeling, wetness, wetness outside of the confines of my diaper, I leaked. I hear the bathroom door open and the voices of Lily and Mom as they’re walking toward the dining room. I try to remain calm as best I can despite the panic I’m feeling, it’s okay, my skirt will hide it, no one will notice, I can get changed, I’m gonna be fine. I continue to try to convince myself with burning cheeks when Mom and Lily arrive around the corner. “Sissy! Sissy! I went potty like a big girl!” Lily instantly runs over to me shouting in excitement only a 4 year old could. “A-ah, good job Lily, I’m so proud of you.” I try to smile as confidently as I can while praising but I can’t help but think about the irony, my 4 year old potty training sister just went to the potty like a big girl while here I am, almost a teenager and sat in a wet leaky pull-up trying to keep it a secret from my Mommy. “Come on and take a seat now Lily sweetheart, we’re having fish sticks and Mac & Cheese, who wants ketchup?” Mom states as she looks at Lily and then me lingering for a little longer on me as I try to act natural, before she walks into the kitchen to plate everyone’s food. “Me!” “M-me please.” Lily and I respond, myself wavering a little as I shift in place, my pull-up/wet pants starting to get a little uncomfortable. “Coming right up.” Mom responds then brings over both of our plates, Lily’s fish sticks are cut up into bite size pieces while mine are untouched, she brings over her own plate next, this time with the ketchup bottle so we can start to dig in. Lunch is filled with the usual family small talk, Lily excitedly recounting the last 30 minutes of her life like it’s the greatest thing since sliced bread, mom asking me about any summer plans I might have, and talking about our upcoming annual trip to Grandpa and Grandma’s cabin. Soon Lily is done and ready to go back to playing and after a quick clean up courtesy of Mom she’s off, usually I would be the first one done, being a somewhat fast eater but I’ve been trying to go slow in order to be the last one done to try and avoid any wet spots that might be visible on my butt from being seen. Mom also finished quickly afterward and started on the dishes, seeming to be the perfect opportunity, I finished up and gave my plate to Mom before trying to as naturally as possible scamper off to my room, I made it to the dining room doorway one step away from a scott free escape when I’m suddenly stopped in my tracks. “Sarah sweetie?” Mom says with a sort of lilt to her voice that makes me not dare continue out of the room. “Y-yes Mom?” I stutter back, trying to seem confident but of course failing spectacularly. “Could you come here?” She asks with that same unquestionable tone. “S-sure.” I answer back before turning around, not daring to meet her eyes, whilst walking back towards her, face red, an expression that would convince any jury to unanimously vote guilty in a court of law. I stop just in front of her, still looking down at my feet and fidgeting uncomfortably. “Could you turn around for me sweetheart?” she asked the question I least wanted to be asked, the jig is up, there’s no point in fighting it now, I turn around in defeat. Awaiting my fate.

*Knock knock knock* The sound of someone knocking on wood could be heard through the raven haired preteen’s room on this day. Despite the bright sunlight coming through the window and sending streams of light through the gaps in the lacy lavender curtains, and the bright red numbers on the alarm clock sat on the white bedside table reading 11:20am, the small unassuming lump underneath the thin flower patterned comforter would indicate that the occupant was still very much asleep. The 12 year old girl’s long wavy hair sprawled across the pillow, the only part peaking out into view from her cozy resting place. “Sarah! It’s time to get up! Just because it’s summer vacation doesn’t give you an excuse to sleep all day!” Came the somewhat exacerbated voice of my Mom from the other side of the bedroom door. “Okay okay, I’m up…” I listlessly reply almost on autopilot whilst snuggling deeper into the comforter of my bed, still somewhat drowsy in that state between being asleep and being awake that we tend to find ourselves when we’re bereft of any idea as to what is actually going on around us. I continue to lie there fading in and out of consciousness for who knows how long when I once again hear my Mom’s voice, slightly more agitated now through the door. “I guess we’re doing this the hard way.” She sighs as she opens my door and briskly walks through, coming to my bed before I can make out what’s happening. Normally this would be fine, Mom would throw the blanket off of me and give me a good shake to wake me up properly. However as I stir more awake I’m immediately reminded of something and I quickly recall why I was awake so late last night and squeeze my legs together a little to confirm my thoughts. I’m greeted with the feeling of soft thick padding between my legs, suddenly I’m more awake than I’ve ever been, I’m wearing one of my little sister’s diapers. I try to sit up as quickly as possible to show that I'm up and awake but almost simultaneously my mother has whipped the comforter off of the bed. “Time. To. Get. Up. you know I wouldn’t have to always make a big deal about this if you would just…” My mother’s words trail off as she gets a good look at me. Me, pulling on my pink pajama shirt to try and cover the obvious waistband of my diaper from above my pants, only to get caught in said waistband and clearly expose it to my mom. I can feel my face start to heat up as she focuses down to my waist and I freeze, overwhelmed; my brain is running a million miles a minute trying to find some sort of excuse, some sort of fix for this situation, but nothing comes, all I can do is sit paralyzed in a daze feeling my face heat up from my cheeks to my ears as I look up at my mom. She looked bewildered for a moment, like someone just told her that the sky's the ground, the sea’s made of apple juice, and tomorrow is yesterday, but after what felt like an eternity but also a moment the confusion in her gaze faded and she softly spoke. “Go ahead and hop in the shower, I’ll have lunch ready for you when you get out.” She gently rubbed my shoulder, turned, and walked out of my room leaving me sitting there alone like a deer caught in headlights. I sat in a daze not really knowing what to think, Mom just caught me wearing a diaper, but she didn’t get mad, she didn’t say anything about it, she didn’t really do anything and it confused me to no end. I absentmindedly looked over at my alarm clock seeing it read 11:30am. I know I’ve been sitting thinking for too long and decided to listen to my mother and go take a shower. I enter my connected bathroom and turn on the shower waiting for the water to warm up. I start to undress but come to a stop when I get down to just my diaper, instead my sight is attracted to the full length mirror on the back of the door I've just entered from where I’m greeted by my reflection. My eyes are met with a petite little girl stands there at 4 foot even (~122 cm) with exposed milky white skin and long wavy raven black hair that reaches to the middle of her back and big bright doe eyes of a similarly black color to match, looking down it’s obvious she has yet to start her path to puberty as her chest remains flat, much to her chagrin as a lot of her peers have started to develop in such an area, though along with her somewhat lacking height her mother assures her she’s just a late bloomer and she'll have her turn in no time. Looking down even further I make eye contact with the various Sesame Street characters that adorn the landing strip of the Pampers size 7 diaper, two tapes securely attached to keep the absorbent garment in place, and an assortment of colorful designs outlining a squiggly yellow line; a wetness indicator meant to change to blue when wet. Despite what this stupid thing put me through this morning I can’t help but smile a little as I see myself wearing it, the soft warm padding hugging me in just the right places and the soft crinkle as I move and shift about, something about it just feels so right. I’m glad I finally found the nerve to put one on even if I’m a bit regretful as to how it turned out in the end, I grimace again worrying about my mom before pulling off the diaper’s tabs and deciding to throw it in my garbage before hopping into the now steaming shower. I start washing myself almost mechanically while my thoughts start to wander off as to how this whole situation came about, where did it start. Actually I can’t really pinpoint when it started but for as long as I can remember I’ve always had a strange attraction to diapers, getting strangely self conscious when diaper commercials appear on TV, not being able to look away when the younger kids had their diapers changed at daycare, walking down the baby product isle of the grocery store with Mom after Lily was born. All these years of small little tugs of curiosity here and there have added together to the point where it finally got the better of me and I decided to go through with it and finally wear one. I stayed up past my normal bed time until Mom and Dad both went to sleep, before sneaking into my little sister’s room to steal one of her night time diapers. Putting on my first diaper in 10 years was amazing, even though I was all tingly with nerves, as soon as the tabs were stuck on I knew immediately that I was hooked. Well I still flubbed it in the end but it doesn’t seem like mom is mad at me or anything, maybe we’ll both just forget this happened and I can find another day to try exploring my interest in diapers again and hopefully not get caught then. After getting out of the shower, drying off, and wrapping myself up in a big fluffy towel I make my way back to my room where I’m met with an odd sight, there on my remade bed is a small stack of folded clothes while for school Mom usually puts clothes out for me to wear, but on days without school as long as we aren’t going anywhere where dressing is important she leaves it to me to wear whatever i want, but sitting on my bed today are some clothes she obviously picked out for me to wear. While finding it odd I figure it wouldn’t hurt to wear what she picked out for me and make my way over to the bed but part way there I stop in my tracks when i see a second pile that was previously just hidden from view by the bed frame, there sat on my bed is a pair of pink flowery panties that I would wear any other day, no problem there, but next to those is the real problem one of Lily’s Paw Patrol Pull-up training pants, and next to those is one of her Pampers diapers. My eyes go wide and my head goes blank trying to understand what’s going on, why are there diapers in my room, I mean obviously Mom put them there but why? Is she testing me? Is she trying to be considerate? I honestly don’t know what to think, my blush quickly comes back, imagining my mom trying to decide what kind of underwear I her 12 year old completely potty trained daughter is supposed to wear and just giving up and leaving it to me to decide. I’m honestly conflicted. Part of me is too embarrassed to wear anything but the panties after what happened earlier. However there’s another part of me that’s trying to convince myself that this is obviously a sign that Mom’s okay with me wearing a diaper, otherwise why else would she put them here? I agonized for what felt like an eternity over what to do when I finally decided. “The heck with it, she already saw me wearing them and she obviously left them here with the intent that I might decide to wear them so I’m just gonna do it!” Well even though I psyched myself up for it I still chose to forgo the pampers and instead wear the Pull-up and panties over top for good measure. “Huh, this is different.” I muttered to myself after shimmying the Pull-up up my legs and into place. The Pull-up was snug in a different way from the Pampers, a different fit and the padding was substantially thinner as well after close examination. I moved my legs and waist a bit to get comfortable hearing that distinct crinkle bringing a smile to my face and turning my attention to the rest of my clothes. First a white training bra with pink trim and polka dots dotting the surface, Mom makes a big point that it’s important to wear this so I’m ready for when I really need one, followed by a pair of stretchy light grey leggings, my favorite hello kitty socks, a sunny yellow skirt, and lastly a Pink short sleeve T-shirt with a pretty butterfly decorating the front. Having finished getting dressed I move over to my vanity, a matching set along with the dresser, night stand, and bed frame, to brush my hair. Having successfully untangled any knots and gotten myself looking presentable I confidently make my way outside my room and into the hallway, where all my confidence is immediately replaced with anxiety as I hear the faint crinkle sound coming from my bottom, as I continue meandering down the hall toward the stairs. I stop at the top hearing the sound of my little sister playing in the living room and what sounds like Mom humming in the kitchen no doubt finishing up lunch, I take a deep breath and take my fist step down the stairs “Here goes nothing.”

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Based off the ending, maybe Sheila will stay for dinner and perhaps have to help Emily out so she can potty? ? Babysitter unlocked?

There are quite a few clips of various members talking about pacifiers and diapers and actually using them but this is the only time I've ever heard them actually mention ABDL. Sakura Miko recieves an adult pacifier from fans Shirogane Noel wearing a diaper for Vr horror stream Hoshou Marine wants to wear and use diapers while streaming Takane Lui finds bathroom breaks bothersome and considers diapers Laplus Darkness talking and singing with a pacifier

English VTubers Amelia Watson (blonde girl) and Gawr Gura (blue girl) mention Adult Babies and diapers in one of their recent collabs reviewing viewers rooms.

*foot tapping intensifies*

I looked through the site and didn't find anything, I'm currently using the way back machine to see if maybe i can find it through there though.

i first read it before the purge awhile back on the DD story forum, it was a long time ago so i've no clue on the specific dates but i remember that even back before the cleanup it was a fairly old story, i originally found it in the double digits of forum pages.

I wonder if anyone remembers a story about a high school girl who loses her phone one day and has images of herself wearing diapers leaked to her facebook and basically everyone she knows finds out about it, if it helps here are a few scenes i can remember: when her parents find out they don't make a huge deal about it there was even a scene later where she snuggles up and falls asleep with her mother on the couch while wearing, a scene where she's working at a retail store when some of her school bullies show up buy a pack of pampers and give the to her as a 'gift' which causes her to break down crying after they leave, i also remember there being a boy who was interested in her after he finds out about her diapers but she isn't interested since she's been through such a rough week. sadly i can't remember any significant information regarding names or even the title ?

????????????? it's here!!!!! Sorry about that... ? but I was super mega excited when literally the day after I started complaining and worrying myself a new chapter comes out... ? Ehem... now to the actual story, I'm glad to see a little more conflict happening for both Joyce and Emily, sure there have been plenty of the cute and adorable cushy lovey dovey moments (that I love by the way) but it's nice to have a bit of a shift in tone to something a little more serious or sad even, we don't get a lot of that, Maybe only the first time Joyce introduced Emily to this lifestyle; that being said... that cliff hanger at the end is maybe just slightly killing me inside!!! How could you do this to me!!! ?

@Mee I really hope this story isn't being dropped, It's been about a month now without any word so I can't help but worry considering this is absolutely my favorite story on DD in a long time. I don't mean to rush you to make chapter 21 or anything, I recall you having larger breaks when writing some earlier chapters but I think all of us readers would really appreciate a status update just for a bit of reassurance or closure if it really is being dropped , instead of checking twice a day everyday with fingers crossed for the next chapter... maybe that's just me, but really we all really want to hear from you again.