PeculiarChangeling Posted July 19, 2023 Share Posted July 19, 2023 To celebrate her first year of HRT, Zoey decides to hit the clubs and party it up - and she can't resist the temptation to do so in diapers. Meanwhile, Dianne is on the lookout for someone to care for - And when they find each other, sparks fly. This story contains exhibitionism, praise, public diaper use, and chastity. ... I wrote this story as part of a collaboration with three other wonderful creators - Ko, HofBondage, and FlashyFlesh! Here's all the links to their various collaborative sections! Koneko's Half of the Story, written from Zoey's Perspective Ko created the original story concept and a lot of the outlining, and also wrote the other half of this story, told from the Baby's perspective. I wrote the section below - The PoV of the dominant, Dianne! HofBondage and FlashyFlesh both did illustrations of several points in the story - They're so freakin' hot and wonderful, so go check them out! The images attached are just previews, you have to go to their page to see the whole thing. HofBondage's First Illustration - Dianne introduces herself FlashyFlesh's First Illustration - Their first dance FlashyFlesh's Second Illustration - Explaining the rules HofBondage's Second Illustration - Play Time on the Potty    ... Dianne didnât believe in luck. Everything in her life happened for a reason. The energy she put out into the world? It came right back to her. When life presented opportunities, she always did her best to take them while thanking life for the favor. This philosophy had treated her well. Though she tried to remain humble, sheâd had success in all her affairs, and that success bred confidenceâas well as the ability to watch for further opportunity. And tonight she certainly saw opportunity. The club, âThe Dream Modeâ, wasnât one she frequented often, but it could occasionally be a good spot for opportunity seeking, and she was friends with several people on the staff. The weekend DJ had been in her sorority, sheâd seen the bartender at a few dungeon events, and many patrons were in Dianneâs sphere of friends, ranging from close colleagues to besties. Sheâd felt the call to the bar that night and, trusting her instincts, sought out the place and ordered herself a little cocktail to enjoy while watching the dancers. And, as sheâd suspected, life had given her an opportunity tonight in the form of a precious young girl with more enthusiasm than sense. Dianne noticed the girl as soon as she entered the bar, dressed up like a goth princess. Her clothesâ style screamed âYou canât tell me what to doâ, but the color and her hair suggested a softer, cuter side, and the collar all but announced the antithesisâplease tell me what to do. Even so, Dianne didnât make a move yet. She watched. There were other candidates that night, other possibilities that life may be pulling her towards. As the girl began to dance, though, Dianne knew that this goth princess was the one sheâd come for. As she jumped and spun and gyrated, the girlâs tripp skirt raised, showing offâto Dianneâs delightâthe unmistakable outline of a diaper, and the unmistakable print of a Bunny Hop at that. The girl was a Little, and that all but demanded Dianneâs intervention before she left the bar without a mistress to care for her. She began their interaction with a subtle nod. A suggestion, of sorts, ordering the girl a drink. Without a name, Dianne decided to simply think of her as the Baby, until she learned otherwise. And maybe, even after she learned otherwise, sheâd still think of the Baby as such. After receiving Dianneâs message, the Baby glanced back her way and smiled. She looked pleased and, perhaps, a little shyâbut not so shy that she melted away and fled. Instead, she flounced past Dianne on her way back to the floor, wiggling her crinkling bottom as she passed. It was as though the Baby wanted Dianne to notice, so it was just as well that Dianne had. And if she was that confident in herself, Dianne really needed to provide for her a strong, guiding hand. Stalking across the dance floor, Dianne approached the girl, who had begun dancing with reckless abandon, her eyes closed. Choosing a bold first encounter, she stepped in and looped a finger through the loop in the girlâs collar, pulling her a half step forwardânot so forcefully that itâd hurt, just enough to jolt her. Beaming with dominant energy, she sent her parting shot over. âHello there, little girl. You sure are enjoying yourself tonight.â âH-hello yourself,â the girl replied. Dianneâs heart leapt, this baby was adorable. Her attempt to sound confident rendered her down to a toddler, claiming she hadnât gotten into the cookie jar without wiping the crumbs off her face. Pulling her finger away, Dianne began to dance, reaching out to the babyâs hips and resting her hands on the poor girlâs diaper. âDance with me,â she said, not a request, a statement. She could call it, âManifesting the world she wanted to seeâ, or she could just call it control, but the effect was the same. The baby nodded and obeyed, blushing brightly all the while. Hands placed firmly over the babyâs diaper, with only a thin skirt between her and the crinkly padding, they danced. It wasnât the right music for a slow dance with a lot of touching, but Dianne moved their bodies in a rhythm of her choosing, moving her hands up and down the baby, engaging in close contact. She moved with an almost protective aura. Sheâd staked her claim on this little girl, and now they danced together, with Dianne warding off anyone who might come close in subtle ways, placing her body so that she was the babyâs whole world, her sole focus and the object of her attention. When the time was right, in a lull between songs, Dianne moved behind the baby and wrapped her arm around the girl. She ran her hand up the girlâs thigh, finally pressing her palm into the front of the girlâs thick diapers. Leaning in to whisper in the babyâs ear, she stated, âShow me youâre a good little girl. Wet your diaper.â She didnât say it in a condescending or mean way, but just as a statementâif the baby was good, her diaper would be wet. The baby glanced back at her, anxious but pliable, biting her lip. âWhatâs the matter? Did you not hear me?â Dianne asked, dropping her voice even lower. âDo I need to speak louder, sweetheart, so everyone can hear? Good girls wet their diapers.â Shutting her eyes, the girl did what was only natural. She proved to Dianne that she was good, and obedient, and more than willing to obey. The warmth spread quickly as the baby followed instructions, flooding the padding thoroughly, urine wicking into the absorbent padding and making the diaper sag ever so slightly. Sheâd stopped dancing. It was adorable. The baby was so focused on obeying, on being good, that sheâd forgotten everything around her. To remind the girl of where she was, Dianne pressed her hand into the squelching diaper, giving it a squeeze. âGood girl, I knew you could do it,â she purred. To Dianneâs delight, the girl squeaked in submission. Truly, the universe had given her a precious gift today, even if the baby tried to hide it and tamp down on any other little sounds. âTsk,â she warned, reaching down for the girlâs purse. The girl resisted, but Dianne gave her a light swat to the thigh and she melted back into obedience. Going through the contents of the purse, she made a mental catalogâthe baby had really come prepared. âEnough pretending youâre big,â she stated, listing out what she saw as she came across it. âMiss Dianne wants to see what you haveâpowder, wipes, lotion, spare diapers. Youâre a smart girl, right, you remembered to bring a change, andâah, there it is.â Before the baby could ask what sheâd found, Dianne produced the babyâs pacifier and plopped it into the girlâs lips. She reached up, to cover the pacifier and remove it, but a firmer swat to her thigh and a dominant glance was enough to demolish the girlâs resistance. âNo no, sweetie, you keep that in. Nurse your paci, little girl, and Miss Dianne will take care of everything else.â To emphasize what âeverything elseâ meant, she gave the babyâs diaper another squeeze. âDonât worryânobody will know youâre a baby, theyâll just think youâre on molly.â The girl nodded meekly. Putty in the hands of a strong woman, Dianne wanted to swaddle her up and protect her from the whims of the universe. âTell me your name,â she said. âZoey,â the girl mumbled, over her pacifier. âLittle Baby Zoey,â Dianne purred, letting the name float across her tongue. Running her fingers down the back of Zoeyâs diaper, she decided to try something. This baby needed to be cared for, and Dianne had just the thing. âYou flooded your diapersâwe need to step aside to make sure you donât leak.â If Zoey even noticed the other dancers anymore, Dianne suspected it was only barely. Moving her hand from the diaper to Zoeyâs hand, Dianne walked off the stage and, as expected, felt no resistance. Baby Zoey followed with complete deference, off to a shady corner of the nightclub where no lights shone. It wouldnât be private, but itâd be private enough. Sliding the purse off Zoeyâs shoulder, Dianne set it on the table by their side, turning the girl so that she faced the dance floor. âAll you need to do is stand there and look pretty,â she promised. The baby let out a squeak, the universal language version of, âIâm a helpless little girl,â and Dianne proceeded with her plan. âIf you keep using your diaperâwhich a good little girl will doâyouâre going to leak,â she explained, as her hands worked under Zoeyâs skirt, feeling up her sodden diaper. With a sharp fingernail, she pierced the plastic shell of Zoeyâs diaper, tearing a long slit from the front to the back. Zoey squeaked again, and Dianne whispered, âShh, just hold still.â Three more parallel slits into Zoeyâs diaper created open channels, enough for fluids to easily drain. Now came the fun part, as she reached into Zoeyâs purseâher diaper bag, reallyâand produced another diaper, unfolding it discreetly behind Zoeyâs back. In the dark corner, most onlookers would assume Dianne was just feeling her up, at least at a glance. Sure, there were some obvious tells that something more was going on, but Dianne was counting on the fact that, in a crowded nightclub, most eyes would be on the gyrating asses and dancing hotties on the floor, not the quietly meeping baby in the corner. Sliding the diaper up beneath Zoeyâs skirts, Dianne worked by sense of touch to wrap it around her waist. Zoey continued making little helpless squeaking sounds over her pacifier, but Dianneâs touch remained gentle as she smoothed out the crinkling plastic shell, pressing the diaper into Zoey, and smoothing out the tapes so that they stuck securely. While she was doing so, she felt a bulge in the front of Zoeyâs diaper. That settled one thing sheâd been curious about, though she wouldnât bring it up until Zoey did. âGood girl,â she whispered from behind, into Zoeyâs ear. âNow you donât have to worry about leaks at all!â Baby Zoey nodded meekly. Obediently. Such a good baby. âYou need to drink more water,â Dianne instructed. âThen come back to me. I want to dance again.â Adorably, Zoeâs doubly-diapered waddle and choice of bottoms worked together to make her diaper poke out as she left, visible with every step beneath her flapping skirt. She was precious, with the sort of innocence that made Dianneâs heart melt. While she was gone, Dianne steadied herself. She couldnât get carried away, and wouldnât push this girl too far. If the girl was that naive to how obvious her diaper wasâand it really didnât seem like she was choosing exhibitionismâthen she truly needed a protector to shield that innocence. Though, at the same timeâthe girl had chosen to come to a bar wearing a diaper, purely for her own gratification. She wasnât that kind of innocent, and Dianne felt no compunctions about making Zoey helpless along that vector. When Zoey returned, Dianneâs heart melted by another degree as she saw Zoey had brought back a sippy cup. Admittedly, it had lewd stickers and the bar logo printed on the side, and it probably came out for the Kandy Kid ravers fairly often, but in Zoeyâs hands it just screamed, âIâm a little baby.â âThatâs cute,â she said, nodding at the cup with an amused smile. âThe bartender could tell youâre still a little baby.â Zoey responded by making a face, arguing her maturity in the most childish way possible. "Nuh uh, it was a joke an IâŚummmâŚI thoughâ she knewâŚ" Dianneâs smile widened, though she wondered if Zoeyâs slurring was a toddlerish aspect, or a sign that sheâd had more than water in the past moment. âYou should have a seat, little Zoey, and drink your water. Take care of your body. Okay?â Nodding to a box to the side, the sort of wide low rectangle that could be dragged out and used as a raised dancing or performing platform, she helped Zoey move to sit on it. "Thanou⌠I shoudnâŚ" The girl pulled out her pacifier, holding it in her hand as she confirmed Dianneâs suspicion. "I shouldn't have gotten more shotsâŚyou were right about the water. " Heart swelling, Dianneâs instincts kicked in. This girl needed a Mommy, not just a Mommy Dom. âZoey, thatâs not what you were supposed to do. You want to be a good girl, and thatâs not what good girls do. How is your head feeling?â Zoey bit her lip, avoiding eye contact and staring at her lap. "It's fine, well⌠a little spinny, but not bad... and I do want I be a good girl, I was just being dumb and not thinking. I'm sorry Miss." âYouâre not dumb.â This girl⌠Dianne took a breath, resisting the urge to drag Zoey into a hug. âYou just need a grown up to help take care of you. This is your first night out as a little girl, isnât it?â A little squeak escaped Zoeyâs lips, and for a half second, Dianne worried sheâd said something wrong. After catching herself, though, Zoey continued. "Well, I've been out padded before, but never to the club. Actually this is my first time at the club in over a year⌠I'm kind of here to celebrate something." A few thoughts all rose to the surface in Dianneâs mind. Rather than speak her theory aloud, though, she put her hands on Zoeyâs and let the baby explain for herself in her own time. âOh? Iâm afraid I donât have a present for you, but Iâm sure whatever the occasion is, itâs very special.â "Honestly, all the fun and attention is far more than I could've asked for from anyone⌠that being saidâŚ" Zoey closed her eyes and took a breath, like she was about to jump of a cliff. "... the thing is⌠I'm a trans woman. I started HRT a year ago." (This baby!) Dianneâs hands tightened over Zoeyâs. âOh, you sweet little thing. Thank you for telling me, but that doesnât change anything to me.â Worried that she might be coming on too strong, too protective, she added a quip. âThen again, that explains why youâre such a babyâyouâre only one!â Zoeyâs eyes watered, but she took the branch of humor and kept herself together. "Hmph! I'm four. I'm practically a big girl even." She stuck out her tongue, and Dianne was almost surprised that she didnât add in a raspberry. âUh-huh.â Playing along, Dianne lifted the sippy cup, prodding the sipper in between Zoeyâs lips âWell, birthday girl, I want you to have a nice time, but since youâre a little tipsy, we need to make sure youâre okay first, okay?â Zoey nodded obediently. "Yes ma'am." When she spoke, the water sheâd been sipping on dribbled down her chin, further reinforcing Dianneâs vision of her as all-but helpless. For some reason, the baby giggled, dribbling even more water, and a furtive glance downward suggested why. Reaching down, Dianne gave the babyâs diaper another squeeze. âWeâre going to sit here for a little while until your head stops spinning.â Zoey opened her mouth, but Dianne shook her head and pushed the sippy cup back between her lips. âShh, just listen. I need you to listen, so you can be good.â Zoey nodded. Good girl. Dianne clasped Zoeyâs hands tightly. âIf I say youâre going to do something, and you donât feel safe, youâre going to tell me. If I ask if youâre okay, youâre going to tell me. I canât protect you if I donât know how youâre feeling.â Again, Zoey nodded, suckling intently on her water. âIf I ask, and youâre okay, you can just say, âGreenâ. Just that one word and Iâll know youâre okay.â Dianne waited for a nod before continuing. âIf youâre uncertain, and want to talk, you say, âYellowâ. Swallow, then say it back to me.â Zoey obeyed, swallowed her water, and said, âYellow.â âAnd if you say, âRedâ, we stop immediately and get you safe and comfortable. Say it.â âRed.â Zoey put her cup back, letting the water trickle into her mouth again. âWe donât joke about safe words. Iâm not going to do anything thatâll get you in trouble, but if youâre unsure, youâll tell me immediately.â She was moving things too fast, and she knew itâbut the universe had given her this precious baby to protect, and she wouldnât let the moment pass her by. âNow tell me, little Zoey, whatâs your favorite song to dance to?â The girl hesitated for a moment, and Dianne worried sheâd gone too far, but it quickly became clear sheâd just taken Zoey by surprise with the change of topics. Of course, Zoey couldnât know what Dianne was thinking, so that shouldnât have been a surprise. After a moment of thought, Zoey said, "Um... Emo Girl? But not MJK's versionâŚâ Smirking, she showed off a bit of the fiery passion and opinionated personality Dianne loved to see. âThat isn't emo to me. Paige Six got it right." Dianne grinned. "Okay, now you need someone to check your diaper for me while I go request your songâyouâre probably close to needing a change, right?" Glancing around, she spotted another acquaintance, someone she knew was kink friendly and up for anything. Gesturing with her head, she suggested, âWhat about him?â Zoey shook her head. "Y-yellowâŚ" Swallowing, Dianne tried not to berate herself. Sheâd already gone and pushed Zoey too far, and it had been luck that sheâd used her safe wordsâno, Zoey was a smart girl. It wasnât luck, she just knew how to assert her boundaries. "Is it a problem with him, or with someone checking your diaper?" Zoey shook her head, briefly uncommunicative, but her eyes told the story. She glanced to the bartender, Amy, and Dianne knew what she wanted from that look. "Oh, would you like the nice lady who gave you your sippy cup to do it? It would be very brave of you to go and ask her.â She smiled, reassuringly. Amy was just as reliable, maybe even moreso, and if it was what made Zoey comfortable it was the perfect choice. Zoey smiled, and Dianne helped her up, smirking at the girlâs pronounced waddle from the thick, sodden diapers that her skirt failed to hide. Giving Zoey a pat and a squeeze on her padding, she added, âYou should thank her for the sippy cup, as well.â While Zoey went to get checked, Dianne made her way through the crowd over to the DJ. Throwing up a wave with her thumb and pinkie extended in a waggle, she greeted her. âHey, Mels! Howâve you been?â With an earphone pressed against one ear, Mels responded with a thumbs up, bobbing her head and keeping the music going. Sheâd always been more of a doer than a talker. âCan you take a request for me, as a favor? Emo Girl by Paige Six!â Another thumbs up and a nod, and Mels returned to her DJ work. Grinning, Dianne found her way back to Zoey, meeting her by the dancing platform theyâd been standing by. Zoey returned a moment later, with a full sippy cup and an adorable blush. âWhat did the nice lady say?â Dianne asked. âThatâŚI could last a little longer,â Zoey replied, raising her cup to take a sip. âWe should fix that,â Dianne suggested. âBut first, I want you to show me what a good dancer you are, okay?â Zoey hesitated, and again, Dianne wondered if sheâd gone too fast with her. Before she could retract her suggestion, though, Zoey nodded. âOkay.â âWhereâs your pacifier?â Dianne asked. Zoey retrieved it from her purse, and Dianne plopped it between her lips. Then, she bent slightly, pulling on the handle of the raised dance platform. It wasnât that heavy, and she could drag it easily towards the center of the dance floor. She hadnât, strictly, gotten permission to use it, but confidence was the only ticket she needed. They werenât forbidden or anything, and everyone was already dancingâwhat difference would it make if Zoey was dancing a little higher, for everyone to see? âJust be good for me,â Dianne said. âI want to watch you dance, okay?â Zoey nodded again, as Dianne got the platform far enough out that people were stepping aside to let her through. Taking Zoeyâs hand, she squeezed it reassuringly, helping the tipsy baby up just as a few opening chords started to play. The music began: âSheâs got studded beltsââ and Zoeyâs face lit up with excitement. Needing no further encouragement, she began to dance. The girl lit up the room, and not just because a spotlight whirled to point at her. Her smile was infectious, her enthusiasm infinite, and when she danced, twirling so that her skirt spun, it filled Dianne with pure joy. It didnât matter that Zoeyâs diaper was acutely visible, between her raised platform, her skirt spinning high, and the severe puff and sag of the diaper. Most people in the bar were kink friendly, and even those who werenât just didnât care. It was impossible to look at Zoey, dancing her heart out and smiling the biggest, most exuberant smile in the world, and care what was sagging under that skirt. As the song reached its final chorus, Zoey looked down at Dianne, hesitant, looking for something. Dianne knew what, and she gave her permission. She mouthed the word: âPush.â Zoey glanced past her, eyeing something. Dianne glanced back, and saw it was a mirror; Zoey was watching herself as she obeyed. The little girl bent her knees slightly, still wiggling her butt in time with the music, but soon even that motion was lost as she turned her attention to being a good girl. She bit down on her pacifier, held her breath, and Dianneâs heart melted. This girl was simply too precious for this world, too adorable. Even though the mess could only be inferred; Zoeyâs diaper was already so thick and sagging that there wasnât much in the way of a visible bulge, it was clear what she was doing by her face and her pose, and by the subtle crinkle as she bottomed out her diapers. Gaze darting around for reassurance, Zoey caught Dianneâs eyes, breathing rapidly. The last notes of the song were running out, and Dianne beamed at her, reaching up to help her down. Even with Dianneâs hand, Zoey still stumbled, falling onto a seated position on the platform. She gasped and turned pink as she fell onto the weight of her packed diaper, and Dianne finally got a whiff of what sheâd done. Wrinkling her nose ever so slightly, Dianne pulled her into a hug and helped Zoey away from the center of the dance floor, while someone else climbed up to take their turn as the center of attention. âShh,â she whispered into Zoeyâs ear. âYouâre such a good girl. You were wonderful up there, the most adorable little thing Iâve ever seen, and the best little baby anyone could ask for.â Reaching down, she slipped a hand under Zoeyâs skirt, squeezing the seat of her diaper ever so slightly. Zoey looked down, avoiding Dianneâs gaze, so Dianne touched her chin and moved her head up until they locked eyes again. Zoeyâs expression was huge and helpless, little and in dire need of reassuranceâŚand maybe something more. âYour diaper is ready for a change,â Dianne said. âThereâs a bathroom in the corner with a lock. Would you like me to change you?â Zoey squeaked out a little, âYes, please,â over her pacifier, though her focus was less on the words and more on Dianneâs face. Smiling warmly, Dianne said, âThereâs my stinky little girl. Letâs go.â Leading Zoey by the hand, Dianne pulled her to the restroom. A unisex sign on the door indicated it was for general use, though in practice Dianne thought it was used as a private room for sex as often as it was for its intended purposeâcertainly, Zoey wouldnât be using the toilet any time soon. Pulling her inside, Dianne locked the door. Reaching down, she took Zoeyâs skirt, kneeling so she could pull it all the way down off the babyâs body, revealing her sagging, smelly diaper. Kneeling in front of Zoey, Dianne looked up at her. âYou really ruined your diaper, baby,â she commented. âJust like youâre supposed to.â As Zoey squeaked in response, Dianne stood, took her hands, and gently forced her back towards the toilet. It was a cheap, old thing, with exposed copper pipes that ran halfway up the wall. Definitely a retrofit, and little effort had been made for aesthetics. Dianne pushed Zoey down onto the toilet seat, forcing the babyâs weight into her loaded diaper, then pulled her hands up to the pipes. Twisting the skirt into a rope, Dianne wrapped it around the pipes and around Zoeyâs wrists, tying a secure knot. It was by no means perfect, but it didnât cut off circulation, and itâd keep her hands there so long as she didnât try to wriggle free, and good girls wouldnât try to wriggle free. Once she was restrained, Dianne reached down, rubbing against the front of Zoeyâs diaper. She could feel how hard the girl was, and Zoey wriggled on the toilet seat to truly experience how full her diaper had become. Hesitating, Dianne took a risk. âShow mommy how much you love your smelly diapers, okay?â She didnât want to go too far, but calling herself âMommyâ just felt right. Zoey seemed to agree with the label, because she didnât object, she simply thrusted into Dianneâs hand, moaning into her pacifier as she tried to get every ounce of sensation through her layers of sodden, decimated diaper. After a moment, Dianne pulled her hand away. She didnât want Zoeyâs fun to end just yet. Instead, she reached up, unbuttoning her blouse till it hung loose over her chest. Reaching down, she took Zoeyâs pacifier out of her lips, moved to sit on Zoeyâs lap so that her breasts were at Zoeyâs eye level, and pulled herself free of her bra. She didnât need to say anything. Zoeyâs mouth moved instinctively to Dianneâs nipple, and she began to suckle, still wriggling and grinding as she did so. It was Dianneâs turn to moan, and to reach down beneath her own pants, slipping fingers to fondle herself while adorable, helpless, smelly little Zoey gasped and suckled her tits. Dianne barely needed to do anything for herself, simply being over Zoey in this situation brought her nearly to the edge, and she showed little restraint as she brought herself to climax. âYes,â she moaned, as Zoey sucked hard on her breasts. âExactly like that, baby, justâyesââ It was Dianneâs turn to make herself wet, though not as thoroughly as Zoey had. Squirting into her panties, it just barely soaked through to her jeans, not enough to be particularly noticeable unless someone was looking for it. Zoey continued to wriggle in helpless frustration, trying and failing to get enough sensation to achieve her own climax. Dianne took a breath for a moment, then pulled away. âZoey, I want you to wait here,â she said. âDonât spit out your pacifier, and donât untie your hands. If you do, Iâll know.â Zoey looked up at her, eyes huge, pleading, as though to ask, âWhy donât I get to cum?â, but Dianne only smiled coyly. âTrust me,â she said. âIâll only be gone a minute. Safe words?â Zoey mumbled, âGreen,â over her pacifier, and Zoey bent over to kiss her on the forehead. Then she stood up straight, waved, and left the bathroom, flipping over the âout of orderâ sign on the door to discourage anyone from stepping in. Of course, there wasnât anything stopping anyone from opening the door, and that was a bit of the fun. In the few minutes while Dianne was gone, anyone could wander in and find Zoey stuck, right over the toilet, in her filthy diaper. She was only gone for a minute. There was a sex shop two doors down and open late, and she acquired what she needed with little hassle. She got back, made her way across the bar floor and pushed open the door to the bathroom. After being gone for several minutes, the shock of the smell hit her hard as she stepped in, partly because it contrasted with the fresh air outside, partly because Zoey had been given time to stew and really stink up the room. Zoey was wriggling on the toilet seat, smushing into her diaper and whimpering when Dianne walked in. Spotting her, she mumbled through her pacifier, âMommy?â âMhmm,â Dianne said. âLetâs get your diaper changed, little girl.â âButââ Zoey started, but Dianne shook her head. âNo buts, except yours, in a fresh diaper,â Dianne said, setting down her shopping bag and crossing to begin cleaning up Zoey. It was a bit tricky, doing it while Zoey stayed seated and tied up, but Dianne made it work. Undoing the tapes, she pinched her nose and made a face, mostly for show. âYou really did a number on your diaper,â she commented, producing baby wipes from Zoeyâs purse and slowly, methodically, began to clean the girl up. Zoey continued to squirm, but over time, the cold wipes began to combat her erection, and her princess parts grew smaller and more pliable. Exactly what Dianne wanted. Reaching into her purse, she produced her purchaseâa stainless steel chastity cage. She made sure Zoey could see it, and waited for a moment to give her a chance to use a safe word. When Zoey didnât respond, Dianne opened up the cage, and began fitting it around her parts. âThis is my good little girl insurance,â Dianne explained, sliding the cage into place. âI want you to wear your diapers and use them like a good baby all week, and if you do, Iâll unlock you and let you cum. Okay?â Zoey nodded enthusiastically, eyes huge and excited. âYouâll get my permission before every change, okay?â Dianne asked, as she slid the locking mechanism into place. Zoey nodded again, and with a little click, she locked the cage on. Reaching for a fresh diaper from Zoeyâs purse, she added, âAnd I donât want you to even think about using the potty. Youâre a baby, youâre supposed to use your diapers. Okay?â She made sure to emphasize that she was askingâsome things still required more than a statement of fact. âOâŚokay, mommy,â Zoey nodded. Zoey had brought along powder as well, so Dianne applied a thin layer before wrapping up the fresh diaper and taping it into place. âGood girl.â Reaching down, she wadded up Zoeyâs old diaper so that nothing could smush out, then moved it into Zoeyâs purse. âI donât want to make the staff here deal with your stinky accidents, so this goes in your diaper bag.â That didnât need an âOkay?â at the end. Zoey would be good on that account. Zoey nodded again, squirming in her fresh diaper. Reaching up, Dianne finally untied Zoeyâs skirt from around the pipe, freeing her hands. âLetâs take you home, baby girl. Did you have a nice time?â âMhmm,â Zoey said. âThanks, Mommy.â Dianneâs heart swelled. Fate had truly given her a gift tonight.  ... Support from readers like you is what makes it possible for me to tell stories like this one - And you get access to all my writing early, downloadable copies of all the stories, and exclusive fiction! https://www.patreon.com/PeculiarChangeling https://subscribestar.adult/peculiarchangeling 8 Link to comment
christi Posted July 19, 2023 Share Posted July 19, 2023 That was really good, thank you. I do hope you continue this. Thanks for sharing! 1 Link to comment
Wannatripbaby Posted July 19, 2023 Share Posted July 19, 2023 Well that was fun! I look forward to seeing it from Zoey's perspective next. đ 1 Link to comment
keith60 Posted July 19, 2023 Share Posted July 19, 2023 i hope there will be more of this story soon 1 Link to comment
PeculiarChangeling Posted July 20, 2023 Author Share Posted July 20, 2023 8 hours ago, christi said: That was really good, thank you. I do hope you continue this. Thanks for sharing!  7 hours ago, Wannatripbaby said: Well that was fun! I look forward to seeing it from Zoey's perspective next. đ  4 hours ago, keith60 said: i hope there will be more of this story soon What you read is my section, but I've gone in and added all the links so you can read the other half of the story from Zoey's perspective, written by Koneko, and see the amazing art from Hof and Flashy! Link to comment
christi Posted July 20, 2023 Share Posted July 20, 2023 Excellent, thanks for updating with the link and pics. I've done a little writing and bet co-writing can be a blast. Thanks again for sharing. 1 Link to comment
YourFNF Posted July 20, 2023 Share Posted July 20, 2023 Amazing and honestly goals! Â 1 Link to comment
YourFNF Posted July 20, 2023 Share Posted July 20, 2023 Also totally doesn't have a weakness for alt rebel girls getting tamed... 1 1 Link to comment
PeculiarChangeling Posted July 25, 2023 Author Share Posted July 25, 2023 On 7/20/2023 at 12:18 PM, YourFNF said: Also totally doesn't have a weakness for alt rebel girls getting tamed... That seems to be a common 'Weakness' amongst us Link to comment
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