The Model's New Apprentice!

[Anonimoose]

None the wiser to the sheer monstrosity that she had deposited in her diaper, Dahlia slept soundly, sucking on the pacifier that Francine had loaned to her. It was almost rhythmic, the way she sucked on it. It was too cute for words. But, Francine was able to power through it as she continued packing Dahlia for the big move. 

[typicalrussianparent]

Once Francine had gotten everything she needed in her car, and everything she didn't need out to the curb to be picked up, she then returned to get her new roommate. She gently poked her nose. "Hello, Dolly." She whispered with a big smile, waiting for her to wake up and realise that for one, her house was all packed up and empty, and for two... She had created a monster of a mess in her sleep, completely out of control!

[Anonimoose]

“Mmph…?” Dahlia groaned under her pacifier as she struggled to wake up. When she opened her little green eyes, she saw Francine sitting on her bedside. Francine… Francine! So it wasn’t a dream after all! She felt the pacifier in her mouth and felt a sense of childlike joy. But she felt something else… and smelled it too. She pulled her sheets off only to discover what she had done. Frightened, she started to cry on the spot. 

[typicalrussianparent]

Francine saw the happy, innocent joy turn into horrible fearful sadness, she rushed to her and pulled her into a big, tight hug. "Hey... Oh, Dahlia don't cry..." she whispered and rubbed her back. "You're not in trouble! Nobody's angry, there's nothing to cry about!" She explained and moved a hand down to gently rub the diaper to soothe her. It always worked on herself, so she figured it might work the same for Dahlia. She leaned down and kissed her forehead, feeling such an intense desire to protect this girl who had entrusted her life to her, practically. 

[Anonimoose]

Maybe that would have worked if the poor girl had pooped herself by choice, like before. But this time… it wasn’t. It was the last of the laxatives leaving her system! The lack of control terrified the poor thing! In this nightmarish scenario, the rubbing of her mess only served as a reminder of what she had done, which only made her cry louder. If those went on, she might receive a noise complaint from the neighbors!

[typicalrussianparent]

Francine squeezed her tightly "sh..." she murmured. "Sh, it's okay..." she continued. "You're safe here with me. Come on Dolly, let's get you back to the car. I have fresh diapers in there you can get changed into. Doesn't that sound good?" She asked and helped her up to her feet. "We can get out of here and back to my house and you can have a nice, safe night in a big soft bed. You can even share with me if you need." She whispered. 

[Anonimoose]

“O-okay…” Dahlia murmured, the pacifier Francine had loaned her falling out of her mouth as she spoke. But how was she going to get to the car without being spotted? She was like a walking biohazard! People would surely notice! But all she could do was sniffle and grab Francine’s hand as she trusted the woman to escort her to her new home. 

[typicalrussianparent]

Francine quickly caught the pacifier and placed it in her pocket for later before escorting the waddling girl outside to the car. She must've been a miracle worker too, because nobody spotted them as they hurried outside. Francine got her in the car and drove off, forgetting to change the poor girl as she was in such a hurry to get out of this neighbourhood and back to her lovely safe home. 

[Anonimoose]

She waddled behind Francine, still clutching her hand tightly as she was escorted to the car. But, still in a very full diaper, she had no choice but to sit in her very own mushy bean bag chair for the duration of her ride. Based on her quivering lip, it was clear she could start bawling again at any time! 

But as the ride progressed, she slowly calmed down. Eventually she looked to her left and at the woman in the driver’s seat. She was… simply enchanting. How or why someone like that would waste their time on someone like Dahlia was beyond her. But she had to ask, lest she wonder forever. 

It took a while for her to gather her courage, especially considering what she was sitting in, but eventually she managed to blurt out a few words. “Why me…? Really?”

[typicalrussianparent]

When they got out of the neighbourhood and she could see cleaner streets with no sounds of sirens or yelling or breaking glass, she took a deep breath and turned on some soothing music. As much as she was a pop girl, into everything modern and fashionable, she figured this would be a good time to tap back into her more refined senses, and so she played classical music. She enjoyed it, and by the looks of her padded passenger, she seemed to enjoy it as well, calming down and turning to her to speak even! "Why you?" She asked and chuckled. "It's simple, Dahlia... You came to me for help." She said and shrugged. "Maybe it was fate and we were meant to meet, maybe it was just a coincidence, but you came to me, and you needed help, so... I'm going to give it to you." She said and smiled. "I know if I was in your shoes, I would like to have a... a mentor, a care taker... someone to help me out, anyway."

[Anonimoose]

“Help…?” Dahlia responded confused. She never said anything about needing help! At least, not to Francine’s face. True, she had stress bought far too many cookies because she had been fired from her job the day before, true most people and social situations terrified her, but she never said anything! Did Francine have her number? Was she that obvious?

“T-thank you…” she said as she fidgeted anxiously in her seat. 

[typicalrussianparent]

Francine noticed her confusion, and she chuckled. "I can spot your desperation from a mile away, Dahlia. I don't mean to be rude... But your nails are bitten down to stubs, you're willing to move in with almost a complete stranger, your clothes are a bit dirty, and your grocery list is... well..." she trailed off and shrugged. "I know what it's like to be down on your luck like that. So yeah... Help." She said and reached a hand out to squeeze her thigh that poked out from under the diaper and the mini skirt. She kept driving down the winding roads until they got back to her posh house. She parked in the driveway and turned to her. "Shall we?"

[Anonimoose]

“Yeah, well you were so willing to invite a total stranger to move i-!” she tried to retort before she was cut off by the feeling of Francine’s hand squeezing one of her thighs. A burst of steam erupted from her head as her face grew red. But it did seem to shut her up for now, which was good. She didn’t know why Francine simply touching her got her so flustered, but based on her reaction, it most certainly was the case! Much to Francine’s amusement. 

[typicalrussianparent]

She chuckled seeing the girl go entirely stiff. It was absolutely adorable. The rest of the ride was spent with Francine holding her there... It was like she was on a tight leash, but it was really just one simple little touch! When they arrived, she finally released her prisoner, and got out of the car, opening her door for her and helping her out. "Come on, Mademoiselle!" She said and led her up to the door. She carefully unlocked it, then pushed it open. "You go ahead and relax, and I'll start bringing in your boxes, alright Doll?"

[Anonimoose]

“W-wait! Shouldn’t I bring the boxes in? I feel bad having you do everything…” she mumbled, not quite waddling through the door yet. Though she hadn’t gotten used to waddling yet so she was in very real danger of falling several times on the way to the door. 

[typicalrussianparent]

"Nonsense, nonsense!" She shook her head and led the sweet waddly baby into the living room and sitting her on the soft, comfy couch with a gentle squish. She then went to take care of the task, handling it like an expert even though it was clear She herself was soggy! It was impressive, as always. But then again, she wasn't sitting in a mess the size of Texas!

[Anonimoose]

Dahlia looked around the room nervously. Was this… her home now? Wait, was she completely at Francine’s mercy? What was the model going to do to her?! Nothing bad, right? She’s Dahlia’s idol! This whole thing couldn’t have been an act… right?

To calm her growing anxieties, she started poking and prodding at the very full diaper she was sitting on. It was squishy… not warm, any more but still. She giggled a little bit as the squishes and squelches it made. Thankfully no one was around to see it though.

But she’d definitely have to do something to try and make it up to Francine. She owes the model a lot!

[typicalrussianparent]

Francine managed to get everything in after some time, then she went to sit next to her new guest. She smiled seeing her giggling and playing with her diaper, and she couldn't help but feel a deep love... Her heart simply melted! She placed a hand on her diaper as well and gave it a little rub to show that she was on the same page. "Alright Doll, it's getting pretty late for a little thing like you, isn't it?" She said and helped her to her feet. "Why don't we get you changed and showered?" She suggested and started to lead her hand in hand to the bathroom. It was quite funny too, since Francine was only barely taller than her baby. "Do you want to just borrow my clothes for bed and unpack everything tomorrow?" She asked as they went to the bathroom right by Francine's room... Which didn't have a toilet! Only a changing table where a toilet should have been!

[Anonimoose]

“Eep!” She exclaimed, startled by the new hand suddenly rubbing her diaper. Had she seen all of that?! Dahlia buried her face into her hands, wanting to just die. But Francine ended up removing one of those hands so that she could hold one as Francine led her new roomate into the bathroom. “W-what clothes do you have…?” She asked, avoiding eye contact out of shame of the diaper rubbing fiasco.

[typicalrussianparent]

Francine smiled softly. "Don't worry. It's alright." She whispered as she noticed how embarrassed the girl was. "I've got all kinds of clothes, but I suppose you'll be wanting pajamas." She said with a little grin before helping the girl sit on the table. "Here we are..." she whispered and slowly began to untape the diaper. The smell became more intense, but the lovely, sympathetic Francine didn't mention it. She just hummed and pulled off the big, smelly thing, and started to clean her up, as if touching the privates of a practical stranger was so commonplace! She grinned widely and tilted her head. "What do you think? Should we get you a pink one, or maybe one with little Teddy bears on it?" She asked and turned to her big diaper shelf. 

[Anonimoose]

Dahlia’s face turned red as a cherry as her diaper was removed and her special area was wiped down. If she had half a mind, she would have asked to change herself! But she was too flustered to say much of anything! But after all was said and done, once Francine was done wiping, Dahlia placed her hands over her privates to hide them as if Francine hadn’t seen them already. 

Would Francine judge her too harshly if she picked the teddy bear? Would that make her seem childish? Would Francine think less of her? She pointed to the more mature pink option, but the look in her eyes was a dead giveaway to the fact it was not her true choice. 

[typicalrussianparent]

Francine watched the girl as she tried to make a decision. She knew where her little heart lied... So, she chuckled and put away the pink one, holding up the Teddy bear one. "I like this one too." She said softly, before lifting her ankles up and placing the diaper under her butt. "You're such a cute thing." She said and chuckled, tilting her head before powdering her up like a powdered donut and placing the front part over her exposed privates. "There you are. Nice and covered up." She said with a big smile and taped her all up. She then helped her to her feet, and led her to her room to get her a pair of pajamas. She ultimately decided on a big pink onesie. "Here you are... it's really soft and warm."

[Anonimoose]

Now that her privates were concealed by her fresh, teddy bear diaper, Dahlia was finally able to work up the courage to stand up for herself. “I c-can change myself!” She fussed. “And besides… isn’t a onesie a little… childish?” Ha! Says the girl wearing a diaper with a teddy bear print! But even if she wanted to put it on herself, the zipper to it was on the back, just about the butt flap. So she wouldn’t be able to reach it even if she wanted! That would explain why Francine never wore them in any of her videos. She never was able to put them on herself!

[typicalrussianparent]

Francine stared at her as she protested how grown up she was. She chuckled and shook her head. "You don't have to lie to me like you lie out there... This is a safe place. Now come on, feet in." She said held the onesie out so she could step into it. It was indeed soft and warm... It almost made the embarrassing nature of the garment not matter at all! Francine then zipped it up and hummed softly. Suddenly... It became clear that if she needed to go to the bathroom... She would be at Francine's mercy for it! She couldn't get out of this herself! But even if she did escape it... She hadn't seen a single toilet in this whole big house!

[Anonimoose]

She felt a light pressure on her bladder. Nothing too bad but certainly not comfortable. It would be a while before any kind of accident could happen… she was an adult after all, whether Francine thought it or not. But she wanted to use the restroom so she devised a little plan. 

“C-can I get a tour of the house please…?” She asked, both because she genuinely wanted to see it but also because she might be able to locate a toilet to use.