Are We There Yet?

[ABAlex]

19 hours ago, Sarah Penguin said:

She's going to be remembering this for a while.  Poor bottom. You should be next on the spanking list for setting her up for that experience.

Hey! She earned that herself, I'm just recording the facts of that matter :p

13 hours ago, kirababy said:

wow, that sounds like quite a spanking.  agree with the careful what you wish for sentiments from above.

Yep! I bet this all sounded soooo awesome in theory

11 hours ago, WBDaddy said:

Nice touch.  

Thanks ? lol

Amazing how a pointless word can add so much

8 hours ago, littleTomás said:

Love this story! Very creative and great job with the manufactured misbehavior.

thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it  

[Little Giammy]

I miss this story 

[ABAlex]

On 11/17/2020 at 4:25 PM, Little Giammy said:

I miss this story 

There will be more :)

[ABAlex]

(Prologue 2:)

Erica tried not to giggle as she sat in her car seat. Then she remembered that, in the eyes of the others in the car, she was effectively a baby and was watching her cartoons, and laughed out loud.

Her stomach grumbled. Her stomach was full, and she ached for release. Normally in her new life she'd just let it go into her diaper, but now she had a new reason to hold it in. When she first came to the country, there were many things she wanted to experience. She had been publicly diapered and changed, she'd been fed in a high chair, and she'd received a spanking that was admittedly less fun then she expected. However, there was one more daydream she had always had, fueled by countless kinky stories and artwork, and today she was going to get it.

She hummed to herself and kicked her feet, playing the perfect mindless baby. Samantha, her "older sister" who was in fact a few years younger then her, smiled at her and patted her leg, and Erica giggled again. She loved her new life. She sat, thickly double diapered, and wearing plastic pants under a pink, floral short sleeved sleeper, a pacifier in her mouth and stuffed rabbit in her arms. It even had a back flap for diaper checks, and she loved that it was even specified "for diaper checks" when they bought it. She had just been fed a meal of mushed baby food in a high chair before they left, and was now strapped securely into her car seat with her toy, expected to fall asleep until the end of the car ride. It really was more then she had ever hoped for.

The ride was the other benefit of her new life. Having gone from a life in a spartan apartment in a low paying job, to the live in sub to a wealthy, upper class family who gave her anything she wanted that was deemed 'babyish' enough and travelled extensively was a huge plus. She had visited places she never even hopped to see and vacationed more in a few months then she had in years before. Now, they were on another road trip. She didn't even know where they were going, as they didn't always think to tell the baby, but she knew it was a long trip on the high way, and they'd be going from hotel to hotel all over the countryside. That was enough for her plan.

The car pulled into a gas station, and "Daddy" got out. He turned around and leaned back into the car. "I'm going to fill up the car before we hit the highway. Our next stop won't be for a few hours along the road, so if you need to go to the bathroom do it now." He turned back and closed the door.

Erica giggled and pretended she was watching the cartoons. That was what she was hoping for. They had driven on the highway before, and once they were outside the city it was miles before the next stop even came up. Even her outfit, with the tight enclosed bottom of her onesie over her diaper, but still with a flap to allow for full visibility and the whim of anyone checking her, was perfect for this plan, as was being strapped tightly in her padded car seat. Her only prayer was that at least part of the high way could be rough and uneven, though that was unlikely as most things in the small country were fixed quickly.

"Does Erica need a change?" "Mommy" asked Samantha.

Samantha looked at her and smiled. "I don't know. She's been a farty baby but I don't think she went."

"Well why don't you check her diaper?" "Mommy" said, this time sternly. That meant she was on diaper changing duty for now and was trying to avoid the risk of checking, so "Mommy" emphasized it. Erica was fine either way, but Samantha was lucky she'd be spared it this time.

Samantha began speaking in an exasperated voice in another language, and Mommy replied calmly in the same. Erica was never invited into 'grown up conversations', and as they regularly practiced multi lingual skills they'd switch out without caring if she understood. Erica suspected they often changed when the topic involved her so she wouldn't understand, then told her what they decided she needed to know later. This was an arrangement she was more then happy to be part of.

Samantha rolled her eyes and sighed, then turned and smiled at Erica. "Come on little one, lean forward."

Erica obeyed as her sister undid her back flap and opened her diaper, then pushed her back into the seat and checked her front. "All clean! Good baby!" She said, and Erica back at her.

After the diaper check, Samantha went into the gas station, returning soon after, and "Mommy" went. They were careful never to leave Erica alone, and Erica noticed and appreciated it.

Erica's stomach turned and she made a face. The truth was she was getting desperate. She had deliberately over eaten that morning and held it in long past the time she would normally have filled her diapers specifically for her plan. Months of diaper use had made it more difficult as it was to hold things in, and she hoped they moved on quickly.

They all got back into the car and pulled out. Erica settled into her car seat, watching the signs. For this to work, she had to make sure they were far enough outside the city that they wouldn't want to turn back but close enough that it was still a long drive until the next stop. She knew roughly the area, but would have to watch.

Her thoughts turned to the change itself. Samantha seemed to be designated changer now, which had some benefits. Being a thirty year old former professional getting her diaper changed by a twenty something college student certainly maxed out humiliation, which could be a pro or a con. However, she imagined if Samantha was designated for the morning, it might change in the afternoon. That left "Mommy" and "Daddy." "Mommy" was the most vanilla, she'd always take it. However, "Daddy" was by far her favorite. Being carried, safe and secure in his strong, manly arms, diapered and whining in public so all could see she was his little girl kept docile and obedient, then stripped naked in front of him, feeling his hands all over her... She shivered. It was a magic experience. She wanted everyone to know she was his full time submissive and wished she could broadcast it everywhere. THAT was the ideal, and it might just happen.

Erica's felt her stomach rumble again and put a hand to it. She looked out the window. They were almost outside the city, but it was going to be close.

[Diaperingdaddy]

I love it! Next rest are 120 miles! 

[Sarah Penguin]

[ABAlex]

20 hours ago, Diaperingdaddy said:

I love it! Next rest are 120 miles! 

Mhmm :) Exactly what she wants! I wonder if it will work out how she thinks lol

18 hours ago, Sarah Penguin said:

 

[ABAlex]

Awesome. She thought. That was exactly how she wanted it. At this point there was no way she could hold it until the next stop, and waiting would leave her in a situation she couldn't get out of even if she wanted to. It was the exact kind of desperation she craved, that she had daydreamed about for years. Now, finally, she'd have it. She wasn't even sure that she'd make it to the edge of the city, and the though of being that helpless, that unable to control herself, that pathetic, made her squirm with glee and embarrassment.

Her stomach grumbled and she let out a loud fart into her diaper. Samantha looked at her and asked "are you gonna need a diaper change soon sweetie?" Erica put on a confused face and shook her head.

Erica watched as the buildings got smaller, turning from tall towers to houses, then finally disappeared. They passed an off ramp with signs pointing back to the city, and entered the woods. Tall trees grew on either side of the high way, broken only by occasional farms and fields. She was in the clear.

Erica smiled to herself. Now, it was time to let her body do the work.

First, she needed to get into the right frame of mind. She reminded herself how far away they were, how long it would be before a change, tied in her car seat, locked in her messy diaper, how smelly and humiliating it would be... she fought the urge to let go immediately. She told herself she didn't want to, that she was trapped, the little subby of this strange family who controlled her and spoke a language she didn't know, treated her like a baby, made her use diapers...

She examined her clothes, the humiliating marks of her status, the near unbreakable collar around her neck, the pacifier keeping her quiet, the chip in her somewhere... She fought back a moan. There she was, the pathetic adult baby, stuck in her widdle baby pampers desperate for a toilet and no right to one.

"No" she thought, "I want a potty! But I can't speak with my paci and asking will only get a spanking... but its so long to the next stop... but I can't hold it..." she repeated the refrain in her head as the desperation in her stomach built. It was an odd frame of mined. She knew she had set this up on purpose, but wanted it to feel as out of her control as possible. She closed her eyes and imagined what would happen if she did try to break out. Probably a spanking, more punishment, and she inevitably would still need to mess. No, her situation was helpless.

Her stomach turned, and she felt herself giving in. "No i'm not a baby its still hours away i can't sit here messy that long its still hours its too long no no no..." She put on a desperate face and felt her bowels give away. It began to leak out of her, and at the last minute she began pushing.

The result was instant. All the extra food and hours of waiting had lead made her bloated, and now it was all coming out. There was a loud noise, and Samantha turned and gapped at her. There was more, and she violently began to fill her diaper. The mush poured easily and she savored the feeling as it filled every crevice of her diaper.

"NO NO NO! NOT NOW!" Samantha said, putting a hand on her leg. Erica kept pushing, grunting as she messed, as if she didn't even notice.

Samantha suddenly backed away and put a hand to her nose. She shouted in another language, a series of words Erica had associated with times like this and assumed meant "Mom, she's messing." Samantha looked at her mother, who responded in the same language.

The smell hit Erica, who almost gagged, then wanted to giggle. She was DEFINITLY a stinky baby. She was the slinkiest, she told herself, and stuck like that for HOURS. She settled back into her mess and wiggled her bottom, getting nice and messy, as the smell filled the car.

Samantha and "Mommy" were bickering back and forth, and suddenly "Mommy" backed away again, making a noise and covering her nose. "Daddy" did the same, and hit a button to open the windows. Erica giggled despite herself, then forced a sad face. She pushed again, farted, and let more out into her diaper.

They were arguing in the language she didn't know. "Of course not," she told herself "I'm a stinky little baby, and stinky little babies don't get to be part of grown up conversations. I don't need to know big people thoughts, I'm too much of a dumb baby!" 

They kept talking as Erica luxuriated in the humiliation. Her diaper was nice and warm and slimy, and she wiggled in it. She inhaled through her nose, reminding herself how bad she smelled. Samantha was looking exasperated and was pleading with her parents, but they shook their heads and responded. After some more arguing, Erica turned to her and patted her leg. "Its ok baby girl. We know you can't help it. We'll get you changed as soon as we can." She spoke through a pained expression.

Erica rode on a wave of bliss. She had done it, and was now living out one of her favorite fantasies. Hours stuck sitting in a messy diaper, stinking up the car, helpless and itchy. She'd probably get a rash, well deserved for her lack of control, and an embarrassingly visible public diaper change.

The others were silent. The argument was over, but the reaction wasn't. Samantha sat with her hand on her nose, and "Mommy" and "Daddy" occasionally broke their demeaner to say words Erica assumed were swears. The miles passed by, still far too many before the next place they could pull off.

They really were disgusted. Erica's bliss hit a wall. In fact, Samantha seemed almost nauseous, and though they were all trying to be nice to the "dumb baby" in the car seat, it was clear none of them enjoyed it. They might see her as helpless and incompetent so they wouldn't blame her, but deep down she felt guilty.

Suddenly the fun was gone. Her entire mindset shifted as the reality hit hard. Her diaper was uncomfortably and hot, and it was getting worse by the minute. Soon it would be itchy and leave her with a painful rash. The smell made her gag, and it was going no where in the small, hot car. Worse, the humiliation quickly stopped being fun and she hunched over in her car seat, trying to get smaller. Samantha patted her leg and gave her a sympathetic smile, but somehow that only made it worse. There she was, a grown adult, once with a job and an education, now sitting dressed as a baby in a messy diaper surrounded by people who would never see her as anything but. Worse, it was all by her own choice, ones she effectively forced on others. It was pathetic, and once the thrill of the word ran out, the negativity of it sank in. 

She felt like her body wanted to sit in the fetal position and lifted her leg, letting out another involuntary fart. She winced. There was still more inside her, and there was only one place for it to go. She pushed, and finished messing her diaper. The smell got worse, and her bottom began to itch and burn.

She looked out the window. Still just trees after trees. She had planned it perfectly, and now she was getting exactly what she wanted. It was probably going to be at least an hour and a half, if not two, before the next stop. She squirmed miserably.

The car drove on, and as they got further along, the road got older. They passed a area with construction, and Erica bounced up and down in her diaper, whining with each landing. Again, it was what she wanted. The mixture of humiliation and disgust grew, and she began to feel herself tear. The idea that crying would be, if anything, acceptable in her new position made it worse. Too many tears and she'd confirm what they thought of her, not just a baby in a messy diaper, but a whiny one at that. She felt the tears get worse.
 

[BabyJessica]

This is a beautiful chapter. Wish I was in her shoes...errr... diaper and car seat!

[ABAlex]

8 hours ago, BabyJessica said:

This is a beautiful chapter. Wish I was in her shoes...errr... diaper and car seat!

Hehe I'm sure she's wearing shoes. Probably colorful little Velcro shoes and frilly socks!  

[Sarah Penguin]

[BabyJessica]

10 hours ago, ABAlex said:

Hehe I'm sure she's wearing shoes. Probably colorful little Velcro shoes and frilly socks!  

Right,  but her shoes aren’t squishy and warm like her diaper ?

[ABAlex]

On 12/13/2020 at 11:54 PM, Sarah Penguin said:

On 12/14/2020 at 8:15 AM, BabyJessica said:

Right,  but her shoes aren’t squishy and warm like her diaper ?

LOL thats probably true.

Well, they might be. Might be those soft booties, nice and squishy, nice and warm... not so good for walking a long time in of course, but thats why you have strollers (also soft and warm)

Erica cried as she was lead by the hand through the parking lot. Her walk was reduced to an awkward waddle by the thick, swollen padding between her legs, and the building that offered her sanctuary seemed miles away. 

Everything about her plan ended up as perfectly bad as it could. Her diaper itched like heck and smelled worse, and it protruded behind her stretching the limits of her onesie. The place she was to be changed was even more public then she imagined. A large, brown building, covered with wide windows showing fast food chains inside, crowded with travelers stopping for a break. From the looks of it she'd have to walk through the entire thing before getting to the bathroom, and then she'd be changed in the midst of a large, public bathroom. As if her outfit and obvious smell wasn't enough to attract attention, she couldn't stop crying, bawling loudly like a baby. She wanted to stop, but even the knowledge that she was doing it in public added to her embarrassment. She tried to use her free hand to wipe away a tear with her stuffed rabbit but even that just seemed like a childish response.

"Its ok sweetie, you'll be clean soon" a cheery, if desperate voice said. 

That voice made it all the worse. It could have been "Daddy" changing her. He could have carried her lovingly and had her clean in minutes. It could have been "Mommy", who at least was arguably old enough to actually be her parent. But no, it turned out Samantha had been designated on daily diaper duty for the entire trip, part of some deal for allowance money and nights off. That meant now only was she being lead to be changed, but to be changed by the younger woman. She remembered daydreaming about how it "maxed out humiliation", but now she just wanted privacy.

They entered the building. Round tables and chairs were scattered randomly along it, only leaving room for lines of people waiting for food.  The place was crowded, and Erica covered her face as people turned to look at her. By now, their country accepted and were used to different kinds of subs, including abdls, and Erica knew they'd generally treat her as if she actually was a baby. However, all the understanding in the world wouldn't fix their senses, and she saw people cover their faces or stop eating as she passed. 

The got in a line toward the bathroom. 

She looked up and down the line, hoping for someone in a similar scenario. Se noticed an adult holding the hand of another, and found what she was looking for. There was one other "little" there, narrow built boy in a short skirt, and clearly padded underneath. He was blushing and sucking a pacifier. He looked back at Erica, and his eyes went wide and he quickly back to the front. He cuddled into the person Erica assumed filled in as his "Mommy", and she looked back at Erica, then at him and pulled his head in, stroking his hair. 

Erica sighed. Not quite the same. A little possible, a diapered sissy clearly, but not quite a baby like her. He wasn't messy, probably wet, and probably wouldn't be expected to mess. Even there Erica found herself a step down.

The line moved slowly, and Erica did her best to stop crying. Each slow step and pause made the bulk in her diaper shift, and she tried not to gag. A few others in the line were noticeably uncomfortable. Part of her wanted to apologize, but she kept silent and sucked her pacifier. Samantha said some things in another language, and Erica didn't want to think of what they were.

Finally the entered the bathroom. It was broad and open, with sinks around a central pillar and closed in stalls around the sides. Samantha lead Erica to a back corner, marked with special signs showing adult sized characters in diapers. Once there, she went to the little's changing table and helped her on.

Samantha gave an obviously fake smile over a look of disgust. She opened Erica's onesie and mushed her diaper. "Its ok sweetie, we'll get you clean. It will take a bit so just play with your bunny, ok?"

Erica nodded. Samantha pulled her onesie off of her, leaving her naked except for the messy diaper- common when Erica was messy. Erica leaned back and closed her eyes. She tried to bring back the mindset she had earlier, but found she couldn't. She felt her diaper being opened and the first wiped pulled against her skin. She gasped, and opened her eyes again. She saw people going around the bathroom, passing by the adult baby on the table. At the very least they were all adults- this part of the bathroom allowed for such things, and so was reserved.

She settled into the table. There was nothing she could do now but wait. She heard Samantha grunting and sighing and she worked. Normally it didn't take to long, but this wasn't a normal occasion. Times where she couldn't be changed fast enough usually lead to quick showers for this very reason, but that wasn't an option on the road.

"Alright sweetie, almost done," Samantha said. Erica watched as she threw the last wipe out into the trash bin, then reached into the diaper bag. Erica watched as she took out a diaper, then another, then...

Four. Four diapers. Erica looked at Samantha with a questioning look.

Samantha saw her look. "Well, the book said two or three diapers for long trips, with four as a maximum, depending on the baby." She laid the diapers under Erica and powdered her. "Dad had you in two, but now its up to me, and well..." She taped the first one on. "Dad doesn't need to sit next to you in the car." She taped the remainder, leaving Erica with her legs splayed wide. She helped Erica to her feet then a teddy bear decorated t shirt over her head. "I know you liked that other onesie but we will have to get it cleaned before you can wear it again. Now, come on, lets goo meat Mom and Dad. Sorry, Mommy and Daddy." So, just diapers and a childish t shirt it was- almost the stereotypical embarrassing outfit in AB stories, nothing to cover her diaper at all.

She lead Erica, who bit hard on her pacifier and concentrated on trying to waddle in her quadruple layered diaper. She was certain whoever put that instruction in the book did it specifically for ABs who liked extra thick diapers. Under normal circumstances Erica would have agreed with the sentiment, but when she was trying to walk it was more of a pain then anything. More importantly, after her first humiliatingly frog march through the dining hall, she was hoping her second could go as little noticed as possible, and the comically exaggerated waddle did little to help that.

[Sarah Penguin]

[ABAlex]

On 12/19/2020 at 2:14 AM, Sarah Penguin said:

:lol:

They reached the table where "Mommy" and "Daddy" were seated with bags of fast food hamburgers out. There was an oversized high chair beside it, and Samantha Erica into it.

"Daddy" eyed Erica's extra thick diaper as she did. He said something in another language, and Samantha responded. He nodded. So, he asked about her extra thick diapers', she explained, and he accepted the explanation. That meant Erica would be stuck in the pointlessly thick padding for each car ride. She rolled her eyes, thankfully going unnoticed. "Daddy" reached into a separate bag and took out a large plastic container and a spoon, which he handed to Samantha.

Samantha put it in front of Erica and opened it to revealed a large pile of yellow mush. Erica looked at it coldly. The adult-babyfood they gave her wasn't bad, in fact it sometimes tasted good and had a variety of different, if not very strong, flavors, but watching them eat from the restaurant while she got bland mush was always annoying. She sighed, put an elbow on the table and rested her chin on her hand, then waited.

Samantha took the first spoonful and brought it toward her lips. Sometimes Erica deliberately 'bratted' in these scenarios to earn different mild punishments, but now she wanted as little attention as possible. She opened her mouth, took it in and swallowed. It was just as she expected- mildly sweet but with a bland, weak flavor, not bad but boring. She craved a bit of the hamburgers her adopted parents were eating and felt her stomach grumble at the smell, only to be disappointed again by more bland mush. At least it was "perfectly nutritionally balanced" she told herself.

The meal passed quickly as Erica swallowed without a fuss, and Samantha went back to eat. Erica sucked watched in boredom as they all finished their meals and chatted. 

After a few minutes, "Daddy" got up out of his chair. Erica looked at him, wondering what he was doing. He walked over to her and undid the table of her high chair. Her stomach flipped and she began to panic. What was he doing? Was he mad at her messing? He couldn't be, it was her role after all... could he? Was this to be yet another public humiliation? A spanking? Her eyes began to water again.

He reached down and lifted her up. She squealed as he swung her and cradled her in both arms, smiling down at her. He rocked her gently, and she smiled and cuddled in close to his chest while one of his hands gently patted her bottom. "Ok," she thought. "This is alright."

He carried her to his chair and sat down, cradling her in his lap. He got a bottle and put it in her mouth. It was chocolate milk, and she drank greedily.

"There there," he said, bouncing her lightly on his lap. "I know you had a rough day, but you are a very good baby. No one blames you for being messy, ok?"

She nodded and kept drinking.

"I just want to make sure my babies nice and happy. Do I have a happy baby in my lap?"

She giggled and nodded, and he kissed her forehead. "Good," he said. "You do whatever you need in your diapers, ignore the teasing, and daddy's lap will be waiting to make sure you're good and comfy after, ok?"

Erica smiled and cuddled in. This was more like it, more of what she hoped when she entered the roll. Perhaps she'd have to mess herself in the car more often. She closed her eyes, grunted, and farted into her diaper. They all laughed and he patted her bottom again, then rocked her. This was DEFINITLY more like it.

[Sarah Penguin]

 

[Josh23]

Great story!

[ABAlex]

On 1/2/2021 at 7:22 PM, Sarah Penguin said:

 

 

On 1/2/2021 at 10:56 PM, Josh23 said:

Great story!

thanks! glad you like it!

[BabyJessica]

On 1/2/2021 at 5:56 PM, ABAlex said:

She closed her eyes, grunted, and farted into her diaper. They all laughed and he patted her bottom again, then rocked her.

This is a work of art. I love imagining myself in Daddy’s lap, farting innocently and loudly in the middle of the rest stop food court! Yummy!!

[Diaperingdaddy]

oh she is so building towards her special time with daddy! 

[ABAlex]

5 hours ago, BabyJessica said:

This is a work of art. I love imagining myself in Daddy’s lap, farting innocently and loudly in the middle of the rest stop food court! Yummy!!

Hahah you'd get along well with her then :)

It is a relaxing though, just not having to worry about such things. Once your pampered and in the dom's lap everything is someone else's problem.

31 minutes ago, Diaperingdaddy said:

oh she is so building towards her special time with daddy! 

Yes, I figured I needed to give her a good moment after all her suffering 

[littleTomás]

Very well written, I love what you’ve done with this

[ABAlex]

13 hours ago, littleTomás said:

Very well written, I love what you’ve done with this

thanks glad you like it. I might still have more, though it may have a bit of a different tone. I feel like I've run the "tried to live out fantasy, found it wasn't as fun irl" theme enough for this poor diaper girl