The Model's New Apprentice!

[typicalrussianparent]

Francine sighed happily and kissed her cheek one last time before carrying her back to her seat and placing her down, squishing her in the nice, warm, soggy material. She then sat back down in her chair. It was just in time too, because the waitress returned with their drinks and food. Francine, while the girl was busy just revelling in the affection and her eyes were shut, placed a little bit of the laxative powder in her drink. Not too much, but just a tad bit. 

[Anonimoose]

When Dahlia finally came to, she felt something warm. Yes, the warm chicken tenders that were right in front of her, but her diaper was warm as well! Her cheeks burned red as she remembered what she had so shamelessly done both in public and on the poor woman’s lap! She didn’t know whether or not Francine was mad so she didn’t say anything (her red cheeks did most of the speaking for her) as she took a bite. All the while, Francine stared at her with a loving expression, waiting for the girl to take a sip of her spiked apple juice.

[typicalrussianparent]

Francine just gave her and indulgent grin. "Please eat, Dahlia, I would hate to see you go hungry!" She stated and began to eat her own food. She took a couple bites, and turned back to her baby to check on her. She seemed quite embarrassed, and she kept wiggling and whimpering and putting her hand down to adjust the diaper. "You'll get used to it princess, I promise." She whispered. "It's not so bad." She cooed. "Now drink your juice and eat your chicken."

[Anonimoose]

Dahlia gave one last whimper before she lifted her hand away from her diaper and got to work eating. She probably wasn’t going to get a change unless she finished all of her food, she thought, so she made sure to eat every tender and all over her apple juice. But she ate too fast! Some air got trapped in the crossfire, causing the baby girl to hiccup from across the table.

[typicalrussianparent]

Francine was tenderly eating her meal like the well mannered high class woman she was, when she heard her little girl start to hiccup! She looked up at her and grinned a sly, playful grin. She walked over to her and brought her up to her feet, patting her back over and over and over until she let out a burp that everyone in the restaurant could hear! They got some odd looks for it, too. But Francine didn't care. Her baby was healthy and happy, and that was all that mattered. It made her worry less about her own condition, and that felt pretty good!

[Anonimoose]

While the relief of getting all of that air out was nice, not only did she do it right in her idol’s face, but she had also garnered the attention of everyone in the restaurant! She started to breathe frantically as she sat back down, adjusting her hair so that it went over her face so that she could have something, anything to hide behind. Did they see it? It must have been blatantly obvious she was wearing a diaper. She wanted to cry… but she couldn’t! Lest she draw even more attention to herself!

[typicalrussianparent]

Francine reached across the table and squeezed her hand gently to calm her down. "Sh... It's alright darling. It happens sometimes." She cooed in a soothing voice. It didn't seem like anyone was especially freaked out, so it was likely that nobody had seen her padding, but still... The thought was scary enough. When her hand holding didn't work, she changed tactics, leaned across the table, and pecked her lips. "Relax now..." she whispered as she pulled away. "Nobody thinks anything bad of you." She promised. "Especially me. I'm a big fan of that poofy tushy." She said and giggled. 

[Anonimoose]

“Poofy tushy…” she mumbled, her freckled cheeks turning red at the use of such flowery language. She adjusted her curly hair once more so that it was only covering half of her face. It was only the left cheek, but it was very clear that the term made Dahlia embarrassed. Something to take note of and exploit in the future! The only cute face she made that could compare to her pooping face was her blushy face! But Francine still had a meal to finish. The other girl did not get to order a proper meal so she was able to finish hers a lot faster. A little too fast based on the burping that just happened!

[typicalrussianparent]

Francine offered the girl some of her meal, but she chuckled, noticing her reluctance. "I know it's got vegetables in it, but it's really good!" She stated and placed some on her empty plate for her to nibble on while she herself finished up. She knew she would have to use more comments about the girl's diapered state to tease her, but she would save those for now. Soon the girl would be pooping up a storm, and she could tease her then. So, Francine finished up her meal and her glass of wine, then she paid the bill, not asking the girl for a single penny. Then, finally, she started to lead the girl back home, still holding her hand tight. 

[Anonimoose]

As she was being escorted back home, she couldn’t help but to stare at their interlocked hands. How come they were doing this? This is something that really, only family or couples do! Doing it like this in public seemed indecent, right?! She thought about letting go, but truth be told, she didn’t want to. Dahlia found the constant physical contact to be oddly reassuring, even if she was only touch one of Francine’s hands. As they walked, she felt a little bit of pressure on her bowels. Nothing crazy yet, but the laxatives would make sure that wasn’t the care for long. 

[typicalrussianparent]

Francine slowed down her walking pace a bit when she noticed the girl starting to shift around a bit. It wasn't any crazy potty dance, but it was a tiny wiggle to show that she was on the way to potty face city! And Francine couldn't wait for it. Especially if it happened in public- oh goodness Francine would love to see that embarrassed look on her face, and the waddly walk she would have for the rest of the journey. Francine would occasionally give her a reassuring hug, both to make her feel especially cared for, and to delay their trip even longer. She was dying to break the little girl's habit of using the toilet. 

[Anonimoose]

They continued walking, Francine slowing down their pace considerably. Dahlia couldn’t see it from behind her, but the idol had a massive smile plastered on her face that only grew as time grew on. 
 

Eventually though, Dahlia reached a breaking point. She felt the need to release a bit of gas. She thought it’d be fine! Anything to help alleviate things. But it was not to be trusted! The laxatives have flipped things on her head! Francine was able to hear it loud and clear… the trumpets of war!

[typicalrussianparent]

Francine felt a big tug on her arm as the girl suddenly went perfectly still in the middle of the sidewalk. She turned back and tilted her head, until she saw the wide eyes of a girl who had clearly just accidentally pooped herself. And what was even better, the girl was clearly trying to hold more in! She tilted her head. "Is everything okay, sweetheart?" She whispered with mock sympathy, approaching her and hugging her waist. 

[Anonimoose]

BLART!

The hug only caused another large blast to erupt from the girl’s diaper as even more came out. But that was Francine’s plan all along! This sealed it, there was no holding it anymore! Tears in her eyes, Dahlia’s body went on autopilot as she squatted down and made that face Francine had been waiting for! It was time for the main event!

[typicalrussianparent]

Francine held onto her, pressing the girl against her so that as the mess came out, it was immediately squashed and pressed against her. As this was happening, a mother walked by holding a little girl's hand, and the little girl gasped and pointed. "Mommy! Look at her! She's POOPING!" She stated loudly. Francine gasped a bit, having to do her damn best in order to not laugh. 

[Anonimoose]

As if she could deny it! Dahlia was pooping herself, right on the side of the road! As she continued to push even more out, her pants swelled and dropped down. Not in the way it would be if she was wearing panties, mind you! It was clear there was a diaper under there! One with stretched out little duckies. But fortunately, the pattern was not visible. It was just evident what she was wearing and what she was doing!

Dahlia cried and she continued to grunt helplessly. To her, it felt like it had no end!

[typicalrussianparent]

Francine quickly shielded her poor crying angel in her arms and stroked her hair as the mother dragged her child away, all while the girl talked excitedly about how she was more grown up than some grown ups. The mother muttered something about it being disgusting, just loud enough for Dahlia to hear. "Sh... It's alright Dolly, don't listen to them... You're still my beautiful flower." She whispered and kissed her tears away. 

[Anonimoose]

Dahlia cried loudly and without shame as she clung to Francine tightly. She felt disgusting, worthless, and a bunch of other heinous feelings. She shouldn’t have agreed to this date! Forgetting every good thing that happened, she felt like it was a disaster! The only thing that she felt like was being brought down more than the diaper was her pants was poor Francine by Dahlia’s very presence!

[typicalrussianparent]

Francine decided to make an executive decision, and she picked the girl up, squeezing her against her chest and holding her by her butt. "Sh... Don't cry my princess... I'm not upset with you, there's no reason to be ashamed!" She promised and started to walk once more, bouncing and rocking her like a big baby. "They just don't understand cute when they see it." She whispered. "I love when you make a mess for me. It makes me feel special."

[Anonimoose]

If they were alone together at home, a move this would have figuratively and literally swept Dahlia off her feet! I mean, being princess carried by her prince(ss) charming?! What more could a girl want?! But they weren’t alone. They were in a public space. And such places made poor Dahlia more fearful than ever! So instead of the typical silent blushing, the poor thing squirmed and screamed, trying desperately to break free in a vain hope of returning to feeling normal. 

[typicalrussianparent]

When Francine couldn't stand the sound of the girl's yelling anymore, she decided to take drastic measures. She reached into her pocket, pulled out a pacifier, and popped it into her mouth, holding it there until she latched on, which took quite a while. Francine never gave up, though, just reassuring her baby, making sure she knew that she was loved and she was pretty, and that it was okay that she did such a thing. "Just remember, Dolly... I love that poofy tush of yours." She murmured and returned to hugging and rubbing her back. 

[Anonimoose]

Dahlia continued to cry silently behind her pacifier, even as she sucked on it in the most adorable fashion possible. She was sucking on it for any passerby to see (though not by her choice) as Francine continued to effortlessly hold the girl in her arms. There was only a two inch difference in height between the two! How Francine managed to defy physics was beyond reason, and yet it made sense. Francine could do anything, in Dahlia’s eyes. 

[typicalrussianparent]

Francine was so strong because she had to go to the gym often in order to maintain her pretty, camera ready body. The girl, on the other hand, while tall, was skinny and bony, with neither muscle nor fat to speak of. Francine continued to carry her baby down the street for anyone to see, just bouncing and rocking and humming. Soon, Francine didn't even have to hold the pacifier anymore, since the girl had accepted it. That made it easier for her to give her all the physical attention she needed. 

[Anonimoose]

Dahlia buried her face, pacifier included, into Francine’s neck in hopes that no one would see it. Not like that did anything for her big mush tush! If not for the pants she had on over them (which were holding on for dear life), it would be on full display right now!

[typicalrussianparent]

Soon they made it back to their neighbourhood, and Miss Mush Tush was once again presented to the old lady neighbours, who thankfully just thought they were playing some silly game, and didn't seem to notice the sagging, or the smell. Francine waved at them, bid them a good evening, expressed her thanks for their compliments, and carried the girl into their house. Immediately she plopped the baby down on the nice, soft couch, and she sat down right by her, pulling her pants down so the diaper could have a bit of breathing room.