diaperboy187 Posted February 6 Posted February 6 Made using Grok AI. Paige is off to be a bridesmaid in her best friend's wedding. However some lost luggage leaves her without her usual enhancements. Can she make it through the wedding without any incidents? Read on and find out. New parts posted every Friday Part One Paige's heart beat faster with a mix of excitement and worry as she pulled her suitcase through the busy airport. The nice wedding invite from her old high school friend, Emily, had come like a fun reminder of the past—Emily was getting married, and Paige got to be a bridesmaid. More than ten years had passed since they said goodbye at graduation. They kept in touch with texts, funny posts online, and a few video calls. Back in school, Paige was the small but lively one in their close friendship. She used quick jokes to handle the stares her height got. At exactly three feet tall, she hadn't grown at all since her teens. Sadly, other parts of her body hadn't changed much either. Her breasts were so small they barely counted as A cups. She still needed a custom booster seat with straps and a car with longer pedals, lower dashboard, and better mirrors to drive safely and legally. And people always thought she was a kid. These mistakes went from small annoyances—like servers giving her crayons with a kids' menu, thinking she was in elementary school—to really embarrassing ones. For example, at the store, a worried shopper saw Paige looking at snacks alone and called security, sure she was a lost young student away from her parents. Another time, at the library, a nice but wrong staff person led her to the kids' reading area with bright pillows and picture books. She ignored Paige's complaints until Paige showed her ID. A third mix-up happened at a family theme park. A ride worker thought Paige was a toddler trying to get on rides without a grown-up. He picked her up and took her to the lost kids' spot. There, to "calm" her during her loud protests, the staff put her in real baby diapers from their emergency kit. They said it was for a made-up "accident" from her moving around a lot. Paige was red with anger and only got free after they checked her license for a long time. A different mix-up came when Paige went to apply for a job at a local daycare. She showed up for the interview in her work clothes, resume in her purse. The busy boss looked at her size and thought she was a new kid signing up, not someone looking for work. The boss quickly took her to the toddler room for "settling in." Things got crazy fast. Paige put down her purse with her ID and papers to fix her shoe. She didn't see a sneaky kid grab it and hide it way down in the dress-up box with costumes and toys. Then, a kid spilled a juice box on Paige's clothes by accident. The staff saw the wet spot and thought she needed a "diaper change" as part of normal care. They treated her yelling and fighting like a regular kid tantrum. One worker held her gently but firmly while another took off her wet panties and put on a thick, crinkly baby diaper. It had cute pictures on it and felt bulky between her legs. Paige was so shocked and mad she could barely speak. She kept saying she was an adult, but without her purse to show proof, they just patted her head and said "shh, it's okay, sweetie." They even gave her a pacifier to "help her calm down," which she spit out right away. The staff put her in a playpen with toys and left her there, checking on her now and then. Paige tried to climb out but was too short, and they just put her back in, thinking she was being naughty. She spent the whole day like that—sitting in the diaper, playing with blocks to pass time, even getting fed applesauce at snack time because they thought she was too little for big food. Her face burned with shame every time someone cooed at her or changed another kid nearby. She worried about wetting the diaper since she couldn't get to the bathroom on her own. Finally, at pickup time, parents came in. The room got busy, and someone opened the dress-up chest for a kid's game. That's when they found Paige's purse. She grabbed it fast, showed her ID, and explained everything. The staff said sorry over and over, red-faced themselves. But the damage was done—Paige left shaking, vowing never to go near a daycare again. With hard work and smart ideas, Paige had built up ways to avoid these mix-ups and show she was an adult. She used bras with lots of padding to make her chest look bigger. She wore high heels with thick bottoms to add inches to her height. She put on makeup to make her young face look older. And she picked clothes that made her look like she had curves. These things were her tools to get through life as a short but real grown woman. Before the flight, Paige had packed all this stuff in her checked suitcase. She gave it to the airline with everyone else's bags. But her purse—a small bag with her wallet, phone, extra keys, and a quick makeup fix kit—went with her on the plane. She put it in the overhead bin after sitting down. The flight went fine. The engine noise helped her relax a bit as she looked at wedding magazines and thought about seeing Emily again. Emily had always been the tall, pretty one next to Paige's small energy. Paige wanted to show how she'd done well in life, with her looks helping prove it. But after landing and going to get her bag, worry set in. The belt kept moving, spitting out bags—but not hers. People took their stuff and left. Paige stood there with her purse on her shoulder as the place emptied. She went to the lost bag desk. Her voice was calm but annoyed as she told them what happened. The worker typed her info and looked sorry at the screen. "Sorry, miss, but your bag got sent the wrong way. It might come on the next plane, but we can't promise." Paige's face got hot with anger. "This is a mess! That bag has all I need for my best friend's wedding—bras, shoes, makeup, everything!" She argued hard, asked for updates, and said she'd talk to the boss. But the worker just gave her a form to fill out, a tracking number, and said sorry again. Mad and stuck, Paige turned and walked out. Her small steps echoed on the floor. The wedding stuff was starting soon, so she couldn't wait around. Not wanting this to ruin things, Paige got a ride from her phone app to the big mall nearby. She held her purse tight like it was all she had. First, she needed a new suitcase for her new stuff. In the bag store, she picked a light one with wheels that was easy for her to pull. She paid with her card from her purse. Then she went to rebuild her clothes. She started at the special shop for very small adults. They had things with hidden pads, lifts in shoes, and clothes that looked curvy. But the seller checked and said bad news. "We're out of those right now," she said nicely. "Supply problems mean no stock here or anywhere close. Online orders won't get here fast enough." Paige felt sick. She asked for other ideas or places, but nothing. Getting more worried, she tried normal adult clothes. The small sizes still hung on her like big tents. Sleeves went past her hands, bottoms dragged on the ground. Getting them fixed would take too long. With no choice, Paige's face got red with shame as she went to the kids' clothes area. The racks had bright colors and fun patterns made for young kids but the right size for her three feet. She picked things carefully, her hands shaking a little from feeling bad. For everyday, she got stretchy pants that could look like real ones, plain shirts that might seem okay with some help, and a pack of panties with pictures because adult ones were too big. For shoes, she gave up on high heels and got kids' flats and simple strapped shoes that fit but didn't make her taller. At the drugstore in the mall, she got basic makeup—foundation, mascara, lipstick—but it wasn't as good as her lost stuff for changing her look. For the wedding? Emily let bridesmaids pick their own dresses in soft colors that matched. Without her special clothes, Paige picked from kids' fancy stuff: a few pretty dresses in purple and blue with ruffles and bows. They looked like for a flower girl, not an adult. But they were the best she could find. The tags said ages 6-8 or 8-10, which made her feel worse. She folded them into the new suitcase, paid, and left the mall. She tried to get ready in her head for seeing Emily. Outside the mall, the street was messy. Rain had left the sidewalks shiny with puddles. Paige waved for a taxi, her new suitcase by her feet. But as one pulled up, her shoe caught on a rough spot. She fell forward into a big mud puddle. Splash—it was cold and dirty, soaking her all over. Mud stuck to her clothes, hair, and even got in her purse. The driver jumped out to help her up, saying sorry but laughing a bit. "You okay, kid?" he asked without thinking. Paige felt even more embarrassed—it showed how she looked without her stuff. Wet and upset, she told him to go to the hotel for the wedding group. She sat in back, mud dripping on the mats. In her room, Paige took off the wet clothes one by one. The mud had gone through to her skin and ruined her panties. She got in the shower and scrubbed hard with the hotel soap. She watched the dirty water go down the drain. Clean but with nothing on, she opened her new stuff and picked a kids' outfit: a dotted dress that came to her knees, with one of the picture panties that felt wrong for a grown-up. Without padded bras, her chest was flat. No heels made her look even shorter. No makeup left her face looking round and kid-like with big eyes. She stopped and stared in the mirror at this stranger—a little girl playing adult, not the put-together woman she'd made herself. The surprise hit hard; her bladder squeezed, and she almost peed right there on the bathroom floor. She had to hold it tight to stop. Tears came to her eyes, but she pushed them back and held the sink. "It'll be okay," she said quietly to the mirror, making herself smile a little. "Emily knows the real me. This won't last. I've dealt with worse." With that weak pep talk, Paige closed her suitcase, put on the strapped shoes, and went out to meet the bride. She was as ready as she could be for the wedding mess ahead. 2
diaperboy187 Posted February 13 Author Posted February 13 Made using Grok AI. Paige goes to meet and catch up with Emily only to be immediately mistaken for the flower girl. Surely she can clear up the mixup if she can get through lunch. New parts posted every Friday Part Two Paige glanced at her watch as she hurried down the hotel hallway, her small feet pattering quickly in the mary janes. The airport hassle with the lost bag had eaten up hours, and then the shopping trip had dragged on even longer as she hunted for anything that fit. She was way behind schedule for the bridal party's first get-together—a casual meet-up in Emily's suite before lunch. But Paige shrugged it off in her mind. "It's fine," she thought. "Emily will understand once I explain everything. We've been friends forever; she'll laugh about the mix-up and help me sort it out." She smoothed down her polka-dot dress, trying to ignore how childish it looked, and knocked on the door with a hopeful smile. The door swung open, and there was Emily, beaming in a casual sundress, surrounded by at least two other bridesmaids—Sarah, a no-nonsense type with short hair, and Lisa, bubbly and familiar from Emily's social media posts—plus a couple more women chatting in the background. "Hi! You must be Paige!" Emily exclaimed, but her eyes sparkled with the warmth of someone greeting a child, not an old friend. Sarah and Lisa cooed similarly, bending down slightly to her level. "Oh, the flower girl is here! Look at you, all dressed up already. Come on in, sweetie." Paige blinked, her smile faltering. "Wait, no, I'm Paige—the bridesmaid. From high school? Emily, it's me!" She tried to step forward confidently, but Sarah gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "Shh, now, Paige, don't be difficult right from the start," Sarah said in a sing-song voice, like she was talking to a fussy toddler. "We know you're excited, but if you keep that up, we'll have to put you with the babysitter in the nursery room downstairs. She's watching all the little ones, and you don't want to miss out on lunch with the big girls, do you?" Lisa nodded, chuckling softly, and the others agreed, clearly thinking this was just a kid acting out. Paige opened her mouth to protest again, but the warning in Sarah's eyes—and the memory of past mix-ups—made her close it. How could she prove it without her purse and ID back in the room? Pulling out her phone wasn't an option since she'd left everything behind for the "quick hello." Swallowing her frustration, she let them usher her inside, deciding to wait for a better moment to clear things up. The group didn't waste time—they were already heading out for a bridal lunch at a nearby café, a light affair to catch up and go over wedding details. Paige tagged along, her short legs struggling to keep pace as the women strolled ahead, chatting about dresses and honeymoons. At the café, the hostess smiled down at Paige and handed her a kids' menu with crayons, while the others got adult ones. "Here you go, little miss," the hostess said kindly. Paige's cheeks burned. She started to hand it back, saying, "Actually, I need an adult—" but caught a sharp glance from Sarah across the table. Remembering the babysitter threat, she bit her lip and sat down quietly. "Okay, fine," she thought. "I'll play along for now and explain later." Reluctantly, she picked up a crayon and started coloring the cartoon animals on the menu, her hands moving absently as she tried to tune into the conversation. She was so focused on not drawing attention that she missed the waiter coming around, asking the group about extras for "the little one." "Does she need a bib? A sippy cup with a lid? And a booster seat?" he inquired politely. "Oh, yes, all of that," Emily said with a laugh, not even glancing at Paige. "She's our flower girl—gotta keep her neat!" Sarah and Lisa agreed, giggling. Before Paige could react, the waiter plopped a colorful plastic booster seat onto her chair, lifting her up into it with ease. Then came the bib—a big, waterproof one with cartoon characters—tied around her neck. And her drink arrived in a lidded cup with a straw that bent funny. Paige stared at it all, mortified, but a subtle head shake from Sarah kept her silent. When the food came, Paige's kids' meal was a simple plate: chicken nuggets, fries, a small side of broccoli, and apple slices. She ate most of it quietly, picking at the nuggets and fries with her fingers since the bib made her feel like she might as well. But she pushed the broccoli around, avoiding it entirely. Lisa noticed and leaned over. "Hey, Paige, why aren't you eating your veggies? They're good for you!" Paige wrinkled her nose without thinking, her voice coming out in a whiny tone from frustration. "I don't like broccoli. It's yucky." The words slipped out before she could stop them, sounding exactly like a picky child. The table fell quiet for a second, then Emily fixed her with a stern look. "Paige, if you don't eat all your broccoli, you won't get any dessert," Emily said firmly, like a mom disciplining her kid. Sarah and Lisa nodded in agreement, one even adding, "That's right—big girls eat their veggies." Paige's face turned beet red. This was her old friend scolding her! But with everyone watching and the babysitter threat looming, she reluctantly speared the broccoli with her fork and choked it down, grimacing with each bite. It tasted bitter, but she finished it, earning approving smiles from the group. Dessert time came, and Paige ordered a small ice cream sundae from the kids' menu, figuring it was better than nothing. But as soon as the waiter noted it down and walked away, her bladder started to twinge—too much soda from the sippy cup, probably. The urge built quickly, making her shift uncomfortably in the booster seat. She tried to slide out quietly. "Where do you think you're going, young lady?" Sarah asked, spotting her immediately. Paige froze, her hands on the table's edge. "I... I need to go to the bathroom," she mumbled, hoping they'd let her go alone. Sarah shook her head with a knowing smile. "Oh, sweetie, if you need to go potty, you should tell one of us so we can take you. We don't want you wandering off by yourself." Lisa and Emily murmured agreement, treating it like standard procedure for a child. Paige blushed deeply, her cheeks flaming hot. "Potty"? She was a grown woman! But the pressure in her bladder was building, sending urgent warnings that she couldn't ignore much longer. Biting back her pride, she looked up at Sarah and whispered, "Can... can you take me to go potty, please?" The words felt humiliating, but she had no choice—the alternative was risking an accident right there at the table. Sarah nodded approvingly, stood up, and took Paige's hand, leading her toward the restroom like a helpful big sister. Paige trailed behind, her mind racing for a way out of this growing nightmare. 2
dirtydingus84 Posted February 14 Posted February 14 It would be funny if she was meant to be the flower girl all along
diaperboy187 Posted February 20 Author Posted February 20 Made using Grok AI. Potty and Pull-Ups and twins? Oh my! New parts posted every Friday Part Three Sarah led Paige into the café's restroom, her grip firm but gentle on Paige's hand. The room was clean and bright, with a few stalls and a changing table folded against the wall—clearly family-friendly. Sarah didn't let go, guiding Paige straight into the largest stall and closing the door behind them. "Okay, sweetie, let's get you taken care of," Sarah said cheerfully, standing right there as if it was no big deal. Paige's face burned with embarrassment. She was used to handling things on her own, but with Sarah watching, she had no privacy. The urge was too strong to argue, though. Despite how demeaning it felt—like she was truly a little kid—Paige pulled down her childish panties and sat on the toilet. But as she did, a small accident happened—a tiny spurt escaped before she could fully control it, wetting the panties slightly. Mortified, she finished using the potty with Sarah right there, humming softly and looking away just a bit, but not leaving. The sound echoed in the small space, making Paige wish the floor would swallow her up. When she was done, she reached for some toilet paper and wiped herself quickly, then went to pull the panties back up. Sarah's eyes narrowed as she glanced down, noticing the damp spot. "Hold on a second, Paige—where are your Pull-Ups?" she asked point blank, her tone shifting to one of concern mixed with authority. Paige froze, her hands on the waistband of the panties. Pull-Ups? She had no idea the flower girl still wore them—how could she? Her mind raced for an answer, but nothing good came out. "Uh... I... forgot them?" she stammered, her voice small and uncertain. Sarah sighed, shaking her head. "That's not acceptable, young lady. It's a good thing your mom warned me—you hate wearing your Pull-Ups even though you need them for accidents." Before Paige could protest, Sarah scooped her up effortlessly and carried her out of the stall, unfolding the changing table and placing her on it. Paige's legs dangled off the edge, her dress hiked up, exposing her bare bottom. She squirmed, but Sarah held her steady with one hand while rummaging in her own purse with the other. From the purse, Sarah pulled out two Pull-Ups: a small one with bright Minnie Mouse designs, clearly for toddlers, and a larger one with Disney Princess patterns, sized for older kids. Paige blushed even deeper, her eyes widening at the sight. Desperate to seem older, she reached for the bigger one, her fingers brushing it. "That one... please?" Sarah chuckled and put the larger one back in her purse. "Oh no, sweetie, that one's way too big for you. This Minnie one will fit just right." Paige had to suffer through the whole process: Sarah gently but firmly wiping her butt with baby wipes from the purse, making sure she was clean, then sprinkling baby powder that smelled sweet and infantile. The powder puffed up in a little cloud, tickling Paige's nose. Finally, Sarah lifted Paige's legs, sliding them into the training pants and pulling the Pull-Up up snugly. It crinkled softly, the Minnie Mouse smiling up from the front, and it felt thick and padded between her legs—reminding her all too much of past humiliations. Sarah helped Paige down from the changing table, adjusting her dress. "There we go, all better. But listen up—if I catch you out of your Pull-Ups again, I have permission from your mom to use diapers instead. Got it?" The mere mention of diapers sent a shiver through Paige. Her mind flashed back to that awful day at the daycare: stuck in the playpen, the thick diaper crinkling with every move, desperately holding her bladder at first but eventually having a full accident because she couldn't get to the bathroom and the staff ignored her pleas. The warm wetness had spread, soaking the diaper, leaving her in tears of shame until the purse was found. The memory made her clench now, vowing silently not to let that happen again. Sarah took Paige's hand once more and led her back to the table, where the desserts had arrived. "All good now," Sarah announced casually, helping Paige back into the booster seat. Paige was allowed to enjoy her ice cream sundae, spooning up the cold treat with relief that the bathroom ordeal was over—for now. But she noticed Sarah and Lisa leaning close, whispering between each other, glancing her way with knowing smiles. Paige couldn't hear what they said, but it made her stomach twist; were they talking about her "Pull-Ups"? Lunch wrapped up soon after, and the group headed out to the bridal shop to look at the dresses Emily had picked out for everyone. Paige trailed behind, her new Pull-Up crinkling faintly with each step, a constant reminder of her predicament. She hoped desperately that the flower girl dress wouldn't fit her—maybe it would be too small or something, forcing them to realize their mistake. At the shop, the attendant brought out the dresses: elegant pastels for the bridesmaids and a frilly, white flower girl outfit adorned with delicate satin ribbons tied into bows at the waist and shoulders, intricate lace trimmings edging the hem and puffed sleeves, a full tulle skirt that puffed out in layers for a whimsical twirl, and a fitted bodice with subtle pearl bead accents that shimmered under the lights. Emily ushered Paige into a fitting room first, excited to see "her flower girl" in it. Paige slipped into the dress, but her wish came true in the worst way—it was too big on her. The hem dragged on the floor, the bodice gaped loosely around her flat chest, and the sleeves hung past her hands. She looked even tinier, like a toddler playing dress-up in her big sister's clothes. Stepping out to show Emily, Paige tugged at the fabric. "See? It doesn't fit," she said, hoping this would finally click for them. Just then, the shop door chimed, and in walked the real Paige—the one supposed to be the flower girl. She was a spitting image of adult Paige: same round face, wide eyes, and petite build, like they could be twins. But this girl was four feet tall, 14 years old, with a purse slung over her shoulder and a figure that included breasts noticeably larger than adult Paige's barely-there A cups—perhaps full B cups that filled out her shirt in a way that made her look more developed despite her youth. "Sorry I'm late!" she called, waving shyly. Emily turned, her eyes flicking between the two Paiges, but the similarity was so striking that no one immediately questioned it—perhaps assuming it was a coincidence or not piecing it together yet. Adult Paige stood there in the oversized dress, her heart pounding, as the group welcomed the newcomer without realizing the mix-up. 2
diaperboy187 Posted February 27 Author Posted February 27 Made using Grok AI. New dresses as the adult Paige finds herself pushed into her role. New parts posted every Friday Part Four The adult Paige stood frozen in the oversized flower girl dress, her mouth agape as the shop fell into a brief, confused hush. Emily tilted her head, eyeing her up and down with a puzzled frown. "Huh, I must have gotten the measurements all wrong," Emily said, reaching out to pinch the loose fabric at the waist. "You look so much smaller than I remembered, Paige. Don't worry, we'll fix this." She turned to the attendant, a middle-aged woman with a tape measure draped around her neck. "Can you find her a better-fitting flower girl dress? Something in a smaller size—maybe toddler range? We need it to hug her properly without all this extra material." Paige's heart hammered, but no words came out. She was led away by the attendant toward the back of the shop, her feet dragging in the mary janes as the too-long hem whispered against the floor. From behind her, she heard the voices of her old friends drifting over—Sarah, Lisa, and the others complimenting the younger Paige. "Wow, Paige, you've grown so much since high school!" Lisa gushed. "Look at you, all tall and filled out. High school was, what, over ten years ago? You were such a tiny thing back then." Sarah chimed in with a laugh, "Yeah, and now you're towering over... well, you know. You've really blossomed!" The adult Paige winced at the irony—everyone assumed that by now, at her age, she'd be done growing, her body settled into adulthood. But she'd lied back then, bragging in group chats about a "late growth spurt" that added inches and curves, all to seem more mature among her peers. In reality, nothing had changed, and she'd never shared unfiltered photos, always opting for ones with her padded bras, makeup, and heels to sell the illusion. None of them had pieced it together yet—that the shorter, flatter Paige in the ill-fitting dress was the real adult one. Emily, still oblivious, turned to the younger Paige with a warm smile. "And for you, sweetie—wait, no, you're not so little anymore! I might need a longer bridesmaid dress for you than I thought. Let's get you into one of the adult sizes; you'll fit right in with the rest of us." The younger Paige beamed, her eyes lighting up. She had been against being the flower girl from the start, hating how it made her feel like a little kid despite her recent growth spurt. Now, thrilled to be upgraded, she nodded eagerly as Emily and the friends huddled around, pulling a soft lavender bridesmaid gown from the rack in a petite adult size that would suit her four-foot frame perfectly. Meanwhile, the adult Paige was stuck in a small fitting area at the back, forced to wait as the attendant rummaged through racks of even tinier dresses. "Do you need to go potty before we try on the new one, honey?" the attendant asked kindly, treating her like any other child customer. Paige shook her head vigorously, her cheeks flushing—no way was she letting a stranger see her naked, especially with the crinkly Minnie Mouse Pull-Up hidden under her polka-dot dress. But finding a new dress took longer than expected; the shop was busy, and the attendant kept getting pulled away to help other customers, leaving Paige fidgeting on a stool, her Pull-Up a constant, humiliating reminder as the minutes ticked by. For the younger Paige, the fitting was a dream. Emily and the bridesmaids helped her into the bridesmaid dress—a flowing chiffon number in pale blue with a fitted bodice that accentuated her budding B-cup breasts, adding subtle padding in the design to give her even more curves and a mature silhouette. She twirled in front of the mirror, grinning from ear to ear, finally feeling like one of the "big girls" instead of the token kid. Once everyone was dressed—the bridesmaids in their coordinated pastels, the younger Paige blending seamlessly as one of them—the group gathered in the main viewing area to admire each other's outfits. "You all look stunning!" Emily exclaimed, hugging Lisa and Sarah. The younger Paige's dress hugged her figure beautifully, the empire waist cinching to highlight her waist and the built-in cups boosting her breasts just a touch more, making her look every bit the young teen on the cusp of adulthood. Compliments flew her way: "Paige, that dress makes you look so grown-up!" and "Those curves are coming in nicely!" But for the adult Paige, who finally emerged in her new, better-fitting flower girl dress—a pint-sized version with even more frills, a shorter tulle skirt that poofed out like a tutu, tighter lace sleeves that emphasized her skinny arms, and a bodice so snug it flattened her already tiny A-cup breasts completely—it was a nightmare. The dress hid any hint of adult curves she might have claimed, the childish design and ribbons making her appear even younger, like a preschooler ready for a tea party. She stared at her reflection in horror, the Minnie Pull-Up peeking just a bit if she moved wrong. She couldn't take it anymore. The adult Paige's frustration boiled over into a huge temper tantrum. She stomped her foot, tears streaming down her face as she shouted, "No! This isn't right! I'm the adult! I'm the bridesmaid from high school! That's not me—that's some kid! I'm Paige, the real one!" Her voice cracked high and whiny from the stress, her small size and flailing attitude only making her seem more like a petulant child throwing a fit in the store. The group turned, eyebrows raised, but no one believed her. Emily stepped forward with a stern expression, grabbing Paige's arm. "Paige, that's enough! We know you like to pretend you're bigger than you are, but this is not the time." With that, Emily bent her over her knee right there in the shop and delivered a quick, firm spanking—several sharp swats that echoed slightly, leaving Paige yelping and red-faced. "And you can expect another one from the babysitter tonight if you don't behave," Emily warned, standing her up and smoothing her dress. The disbelief stemmed from those old lies: after high school, the adult Paige had bragged endlessly about her "growth spurt," claiming inches added and a fuller figure, all to fit in with her maturing friends. But she'd never provided proof beyond carefully staged photos with her padded bras and heavy makeup, so now, faced with this "tiny version," they just assumed she was exaggerating again, still the same small girl deep down. The mix-up persisted, with the younger Paige now firmly in the bridesmaid role, while the adult one was relegated to flower girl duties, her protests dismissed as childish antics. 3
diaperboy187 Posted March 6 Author Posted March 6 Made using Grok AI. Meeting the babysitter. As the adult Paige is taken to the babysitter in a carseat the younger Paige enjoys a shopping trip growing more and more used to her new role. Part Five After the fittings, the group changed back into their normal clothes in the bridal shop's dressing rooms. The younger Paige emerged first, slipping her purse over her shoulder with a satisfied grin, her casual jeans and top hugging her developing figure nicely. The adult Paige, meanwhile, was helped out of the tiny flower girl dress by the attendant, her polka-dot sundress and Minnie Mouse Pull-Up back in place, the crinkly padding a secret shame under the fabric. As they gathered outside, Lisa glanced at her watch and nodded decisively. "It's only 5:00, but I think it's best if I take little Paige here to the babysitter now. We don't want any more outbursts disrupting the day." She scooped up the adult Paige effortlessly, holding her like a toddler on her hip. Emily and Sarah exchanged looks, then smiled at the younger Paige. "That sounds good. How about we go out shopping? We could pick up some accessories for the wedding—or just have a girls' afternoon." The younger Paige's eyes lit up; she nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! That'd be amazing." But the adult Paige, hearing this, started to whine again from Lisa's arms. "Nooo, that's not fair! I'm the adult—I'm supposed to go shopping! I'm the bridesmaid, not her!" Sarah rolled her eyes and pulled a pacifier from her purse—the same one she'd packed "just in case" for the flower girl. "Enough of that," she said firmly, shoving the pacifier into the adult Paige's mouth. Paige's protests muffled into incoherent sucks, her cheeks burning as she instinctively nursed on it to avoid drooling. Lisa carried Paige out to her car in the parking lot, ignoring the squirms. As they approached, Paige spotted the child carseat strapped into the back— a bulky, pink one with harness straps and side cushions, clearly meant for a young kid. Panic surged; she twisted and kicked, trying to wriggle free. "Mmmph! No!" she mumbled around the pacifier, her small hands pushing at Lisa's shoulders. Lisa tightened her grip, her voice stern. "Paige, stop that right now! If you don't want to have a red bottom for the wedding—parading around with a sore tushy under your pretty dress—you'd better act your age and behave like a good little girl." The warning hit home; Paige went limp, defeated, as Lisa buckled her into the carseat. The straps clicked tight across her chest and between her legs, pressing against the Pull-Up and making her feel even smaller. By the time they pulled out of the lot, the ice cream and soda from lunch caught up with Paige—her bladder twinged urgently. She spat out the pacifier, dangling it by its clip. "Lisa, I need to pee! Please, stop somewhere!" But Lisa glanced back in the rearview mirror, assuming it was just a ploy. "Nice try, sweetie. You're just trying to delay getting to the babysitter. Hold it like a big girl—we'll be at the hotel in ten minutes." Paige crossed her legs, clenching desperately, but the bumps in the road were too much. Before they reached the hotel, a warm trickle escaped, then a flood—she had a full accident, soaking the Minnie Mouse Pull-Up. The padding swelled, absorbing it all, but the wetness made her squirm in discomfort. Now she really seemed like the younger Paige, the one who "needed" Pull-Ups for accidents. Lisa parked and unbuckled her, noticing the telltale sag and faint smell. "Oh, Paige... another big accident? We'll get you changed." She carried the teary-eyed adult Paige into the hotel and straight to the nursery room—a colorful space set up for the wedding kids, with toys, cribs, and changing stations. The babysitter, a cheerful woman in her forties named Ms. Karen, greeted them. Lisa explained the day's events, including the "temper tantrum" at the shop. "She threw a huge fit, insisting she's the adult bridesmaid. Can you believe it? Emily already gave her a spanking, but she might need another to settle down. Oh, and she had a big accident on the way here—her Pull-Up is soaked. If she keeps this up, maybe diapers would be better for the night?" Ms. Karen nodded sympathetically, taking Paige from Lisa. "Of course. Don't worry—Paige will be getting a good spanking for that behavior, and we'll handle the accident. If diapers come up again, I've got plenty here for little ones who can't stay dry." The mention of diapers made Paige's stomach drop, flashbacks to the daycare horror intensifying her tears. Lisa waved goodbye, and Paige was plopped onto a changing mat, the wet Pull-Up squishing uncomfortably as the door closed. Meanwhile, the younger Paige was having a blast shopping with Emily and Sarah at a nearby boutique mall, fully pretending to be the adult Paige to keep the charade going. She acted mature and nonchalant, chatting about "old high school memories" she'd pieced together from context, all while internally thrilled at her luck. They browsed racks of trendy clothes, jewelry, and makeup—things an adult would already be ready for, like sophisticated earrings, a sleek wallet to go with her purse, and even some light perfume. Emily, still completely unaware that this Paige was the younger one, treated her like the long-lost high school friend, charmed by her "growth" and poise. Emily even agreed to buy her a few items: a pair of stylish heels that added to her height, some contouring makeup for "enhancing those features," and a fitted blouse that flattered her B cups. The younger Paige was over the moon but played it cool, saying things like "These will be perfect for work outfits—thanks, Em!" Deep down, she'd figured out the mix-up—the shorter Paige's protests and the striking resemblance made it click. But why spoil it? She hated the flower girl role anyway, feeling it babied her despite her recent growth. Letting the shorter Paige suffer through it meant she got to enjoy being treated like an adult bridesmaid, with gifts she could actually use right away. She kept quiet, smiling innocently as they chatted, her secret safe. 3
diaperboy187 Posted March 14 Author Posted March 14 Made using Grok AI. As teen Paige enjoys a meal and staying out late the adult Paige quickly realizes her babysitter knows just how to handle her. New parts posted every Friday Part Six Lisa texted Emily and Sarah after dropping off the adult Paige, letting them know she was free to join the shopping spree. A few hours later, she caught up with the group at the mall, arms already laden with bags from their earlier stops. The younger Paige had been the picture of composure all afternoon—sipping water sparingly to avoid any bathroom urgency, chatting animatedly about "post-high school life" with vague but convincing anecdotes she'd improvised from overheard conversations. No one batted an eye; Emily beamed at her "old friend," reminiscing about shared classes, while Sarah complimented her on her "mature style." The younger Paige kept her panties dry without issue, reveling in the freedom of being treated as an adult, her secret mix-up fueling a quiet thrill. As evening approached, the girls—now including Lisa—decided to grab dinner at a cozy Italian bistro nearby. They laughed over pasta and wine (the younger Paige sticking to soda to play it safe), sharing wedding gossip and old stories. Emily still had no inkling that this Paige was the 14-year-old flower girl; she just seemed like the grown-up version she'd expected, perhaps a bit taller than remembered but otherwise perfect—after all, those "growth spurt" brags from years ago must have paid off. Stuffed and happy, they headed back to the hotel around 9:00, the younger Paige clutching her new goodies—heels, makeup, and that flattering blouse—eager for more "adult" adventures tomorrow. Back at the nursery room, things were far less glamorous for the real adult Paige. Once Lisa left, Ms. Karen wasted no time. She laid Paige on the changing station, efficiently wiping her clean from the accident with cool, scented baby wipes that left her skin tingling and humiliated. "Such a big mess for a big girl," Ms. Karen tutted, disposing of the soaked Pull-Up. But the cleanup was just the prelude—next came the promised spanking. Ms. Karen flipped Paige over her knee, her hand coming down in sharp, rhythmic swats that stung far worse than Emily's quick discipline at the shop. Each one landed with a crack, building heat and tears as Paige yelped and kicked futilely. It felt like Emily had gone easy; this was thorough, leaving her bottom red and throbbing, a real reminder to "behave." And Ms. Karen didn't stop at the swats—she scolded relentlessly throughout: "At your age, still having accidents and throwing fits? You should be ashamed, young lady. If you can't control yourself or your temper, you'll be treated like the baby you act like—no ifs, ands, or buts. I've seen plenty of kids your size who know better, but you? You're earning every bit of this. And don't think I haven't heard about how you've been fighting being the flower girl ever since your mom told you about it—kicking up a fuss, whining, and giving attitude every step of the way. Well, look where that's gotten you: right here, over my knee like a naughty toddler. If you'd just accepted it gracefully, maybe you wouldn't be in this mess, but no, you've got to make everything harder on yourself and everyone else." The words stung as much as the spanking, drilling into Paige's already fragile pride—especially since they unwittingly mirrored her real behavior over the mix-up: the protests, the whining, the desperate attempts to assert her adulthood, all dismissed as childish rebellion. Sobbing quietly, Paige was then lifted and placed on her back as Ms. Karen unfolded a thick, crinkly diaper—white with colorful animal prints around the waistband. "Honestly, still needing Pull-Ups at your age, and having temper tantrums like a toddler? If you keep acting like a baby, that's exactly how you'll be treated—no more big-girl privileges." The diaper was taped snugly around her waist, the bulk forcing her legs apart slightly, a constant, infantilizing presence. With that, Ms. Karen set Paige down in the play area. "You can play with the dolls, color in this book with the crayons, or read one of these picture stories until more friends arrive." Paige, too defeated to argue, sat cross-legged (as best she could in the diaper) and absently picked up some crayons, scribbling in a coloring book of princesses, her strokes shaky from lingering sobs. At 6:00, the door opened, and a young boy around five was dropped off by his parents—the ring bearer, as Ms. Karen explained while greeting him. "This is Tommy; he'll be carrying the rings at the wedding." She knelt down casually, pulling at the waistband of his pants to check his training pants. "All dry—good boy!" Tommy didn't seem fazed, toddling over to Paige with a toy truck in hand. Paige and the boy were allowed to play for fifteen minutes—building wobbly block towers and zooming cars around, though Paige's heart wasn't in it. She felt ridiculous, a grown woman reduced to this. Then Ms. Karen announced, "Time for dinner, little ones!" She scooped them up, seating them in high chairs side by side. Dinner was simple kiddie fare: mashed potatoes, soft carrots, and cut-up chicken nuggets, which Ms. Karen fed to them both spoonful by spoonful, wiping their chins with bibs tied around their necks. Paige chewed mechanically, the humiliation burning hotter than her spanked bottom. After dinner came a potty trip—Ms. Karen helped Tommy first, praising him, then led Paige to the toddler potty chair. Paige went quickly, avoiding eye contact, but it was futile; back on the changing table, she was diapered for bed. Ms. Karen added a thick booster pad to the already bulky nighttime diaper, making it even puffier and more absorbent. "For extra protection, just in case," she said with a wink. Tommy got the same treatment right after—diapered up snugly in his own nighttime padding, squirming a bit but accepting it as routine. Dressed in provided footie pajamas—soft pink ones with cartoon bunnies for Paige, blue ones with cars for Tommy—they were tucked into separate cribs, the bars clicking shut. The room lights dimmed to a nightlight glow, and Ms. Karen sang a soft lullaby before leaving them to "sleep tight." Paige lay in the crib, staring at the mobile spinning lazily above her—the early bedtime at barely 7:00 was insulting, her body aching from the day's ordeals. "This can't be happening," she thought, her mind a whirlwind of fury and despair. How had her life spiraled into this? She was a grown woman, independent, with a job and a life—yet here she was, trapped in a crib like an infant, her bottom sore from a spanking, encased in a thick diaper that crinkled with every frustrated shift. Tears welled up again as she replayed the day: the lost luggage, the mud puddle, the mix-up with her "twin," the humiliating lunch, the Pull-Up change, the tantrum and its consequences. "Emily should know me—how could she not see? And that kid... she's stealing my spot, my life!" The injustice burned; Paige clenched her fists, imagining storming out and proving everything, but the crib bars loomed unyieldingly. The diaper felt heavy and foreign, a symbol of her total regression—she worried about another accident in her sleep, the booster pad a mocking safeguard. "I'm not a baby... I'm not," she repeated mentally, but the surroundings screamed otherwise: the footie pajamas snug against her skin, the pacifier still clipped nearby, the faint scent of baby powder lingering. Humiliation mixed with exhaustion, her thoughts looping in helpless anger—how long could this last? Would tomorrow bring clarity, or more degradation? She shifted again, the crinkle echoing her frustration, but her eyelids grew heavy despite the rage. "I'll fix this tomorrow... somehow," she vowed silently, but doubt gnawed at her, deepening the pit in her stomach. As sleep finally claimed her, her body relaxed into the padded mattress, the night's quiet amplifying her isolation. 3
Poco Posted March 18 Posted March 18 Loving this story so much so far!!!! Can't wait for what's next 1
diaperboy187 Posted March 20 Author Posted March 20 Made using Grok AI. Paige has had a long day but at least in her dreams she can be safe right? New parts posted every Friday Part Seven Paige stirred in the crib, her body sinking deeper into the soft mattress as sleep pulled her under. At first, the dream was a welcome escape—a vivid, immersive replay of better times, rich with sensory details that made her heart swell, even as her short, underdeveloped frame remained unchanged in this subconscious world. She was back in high school, the awkward tiny girl everyone knew, but here, it didn't matter; the stares were kind, the friendships genuine. The cafeteria smelled of greasy pizza and fresh-baked cookies, the air humming with teenage chatter and the clatter of trays. Emily sat across from her at their usual table, her laughter bright and infectious as she passed a crumpled note under the table: "Mr. Thompson's tie is hideous—pass it on!" Paige unfolded it with a grin, adding her own doodle of the offending tie before slipping it to Sarah. The group erupted in suppressed giggles, no one towering over her or treating her like a mascot; she was just Paige, the quick-witted one who always had the perfect comeback, her three-foot height overlooked in the warmth of camaraderie. Lunch stretched into a montage of classes—history where she aced a pop quiz despite needing a step stool to reach the board, art where her sketches earned praise from the teacher who bent down to her level without condescension, gym where she dodged balls with agility that made her feel invincible, even if her flat chest and skinny limbs made her uniforms baggy. Friends high-fived her, "You're unstoppable, Paige!"—no pity, just pure admiration. The bell rang, and the dream flowed into after-school freedom: cruising in Emily's beat-up car, windows down, wind whipping through their hair as pop songs blared from the radio. Paige sat in her custom booster without comment, the group stopping for ice cream, cones dripping in the summer heat, sharing dreams of the future. "I'll be a famous artist," Paige declared, her voice steady despite her underdeveloped body, and no one doubted her—not even herself, as they treated her like any other teen. The scene shifted seamlessly to a post-graduation sleepover at Emily's house, the living room transformed into a fortress of blankets and pillows, fairy lights twinkling like stars. The air carried the scent of popcorn and nail polish as the girls sprawled out, faces illuminated by phone screens. They painted each other's nails in wild colors, gossiping about prom disasters and secret crushes—Paige's turn came, and though her small hands made the brush look oversized, her friends helped without making it a big deal. They stayed up late, whispering until dawn, the bond unbreakable, her shortness just a quirk they loved. Graduation day dawned bright in the dream: the auditorium filled with proud families, the stage gleaming under spotlights. Paige walked across in her cap and gown, the fabric swishing around her unchanged three-foot frame, her flat chest hidden under layers, but the cheers were for her achievements, not her size. The diploma in her hand felt like a key to the world. Hugs followed, tears of joy mingling; Emily pulled her into a group photo, arms around shoulders, lifting her slightly for the shot but with affection, "Best friends forever!" The crowd applauded, and Paige basked in it, no shadows of doubt, her underdeveloped body accepted fully. Years leaped forward in the dream, the passage of time a gentle blur: a college reunion at a quaint café, the group older but unchanged in spirit. Paige arrived in her custom car, the boosters a non-issue; she stepped out poised, her outfit loose on her flat, short frame, but the focus was on her stories. The café smelled of fresh coffee and pastries; Sarah waved her over, "Paige! Tell us everything!" They caught up over lattes, Paige spinning tales of her thriving career as a graphic designer, exotic trips to Europe (with accommodations for her size unspoken), a cozy apartment filled with art. No mentions of adaptations or embarrassments; she was just successful Paige, her friends hanging on her every word. Emily shared her engagement news, eyes sparkling, "And Paige, you have to be my bridesmaid—stand with me, like always." The dream wedding unfolded in lavish detail: a sun-drenched venue with blooming gardens, white tents fluttering in the breeze. Paige prepared in the bridal suite, her bridesmaid dress a flowing silk in soft lavender, tailored perfectly to her short, flat figure without emphasis on what wasn't there. Her makeup was flawless, contouring her round face to a soft maturity; low heels added a touch of height without strain. She helped Emily with her veil, the two sharing a mirror moment: "You deserve this happiness," Paige said, and Emily replied, "Couldn't do it without my rock." The air buzzed with excitement, floral scents mingling with perfume, guests murmuring in anticipation. Paige felt ready, her role as bridesmaid a testament to her place in the group. But dreams have a way of twisting, and this one soured slowly, insidiously, the edges fraying like old fabric as the bridal suite's mirrors warped, reflecting her true vulnerabilities. The champagne fizz turned to the warm tang of baby formula; the excited chatter warped into a tinny nursery rhyme, "Rock-a-bye baby," looping mockingly. Emily's encouragement echoed, distorted: "To Paige, our little flower girl—who never quite grew up... never grew at all!" The guests swelled in size, towering like skyscrapers, their faces elongating into condescending smiles—old classmates from high school appeared, the ones who'd whispered behind her back; her former teacher Mr. Thompson, shaking his head; even distant relatives from family gatherings, all cooing down at her. "Aw, look at the tiny baby bridesmaid!" Lisa laughed, her hands enormous as she scooped Paige up like a ragdoll, plopping her into an oversized high chair that materialized from the vanity. Panic clawed at Paige's throat; she kicked and squirmed, but her short limbs felt leaden, her underdeveloped body emphasizing her helplessness. Her voice pitched higher, cracking into a childish wail that drew laughter from the crowd. The nightmare intensified well before any aisle walk, the wedding preparations devolving into a grotesque parody. The bridal suite expanded into a massive nursery, makeup tables turning to changing stations, veils into bibs. Emily loomed largest, her bridal gown billowing like a storm cloud. "Time to get you dressed, naughty Paige," she intoned, voice booming as she forced the bridesmaid dress over Paige's head. The moment the fabric settled—the second it touched her skin—it transformed: silk twisting into frilly tulle and lace, ribbons sprouting like vines to bind her arms, the bodice compressing her already flat chest to invisibility, the skirt puffing out in childish layers. Worse, beneath it all, her panties shifted, expanding into a thick, crinkly diaper—white with mocking baby prints, its bulk swelling between her legs, forcing a waddle. "No, wait—I'm an adult! This isn't me!" Paige screamed, but the words came out as babble, garbled and ignored. The crowd—now including more from her past: her old crush who never noticed her, the bully from gym class sneering, her aunt who always called her "the little one"—gathered in a circle, murmuring judgments: "Always fighting her role—whining since high school, attitude at every turn. Look where that's gotten her: diapered and demoted!" Humiliation layered on relentlessly: the dress's ribbons tightened like restraints, pulling her into a toddle across the room. Sarah handed Emily the supplies, a pacifier that ballooned into a gag, shoved into her mouth. "You've been having accidents all day—big ones, just like a baby," Emily scolded, checking the diaper with a tug that revealed its growing wetness—an uncontrollable flood in the dream, warmth surging endlessly, soaking through despite imagined boosters, leaking onto the floor. "See? She needs this—always has!" Old classmates pointed and laughed, phones flashing like paparazzi: "Tiny Paige in her big-girl dress—oops, baby dress now!" The spanking from Ms. Karen replayed in brutal slow motion, but now Emily wielded the paddle, each swat a seismic impact that set her bottom ablaze, the pain radiating like fire, amplified by the crowd's chants. "For your tantrums, your lies about growth spurts—everyone knows the truth now!" More hands joined—Sarah's, Lisa's, the bully's, her aunt's—their slaps overlapping in a cacophony, bottom igniting endlessly. "Naughty baby! Liar, whiner, accident-prone toddler!" The younger Paige appeared as a goddess, strutting in the stolen bridesmaid dress, her four-foot height exaggerated to giant proportions, B cups amplified to caricatured perfection, curves swaying. "I'm the real adult now—tall, developed, dry panties all day!" she crowed, tossing flower petals that turned to diaper tapes, binding Paige tighter. The reception devolved before the ceremony even started: fed baby mush from a giant spoon by her old crush, bib dripping; paraded in just the leaking diaper by Mr. Thompson, guests pointing cameras, flashes blinding. "Our flower girl had a big accident—again!" Emily announced over a microphone, the crowd erupting in laughter. Wetness cascaded anew, puddles forming at her feet, the diaper failing spectacularly, soaking her footie pajamas that materialized. Pulled into a crib-throne in the bridal suite, bars slamming like prison doors, the group—classmates, teachers, relatives, friends—sang twisted lullabies while rediapering her endlessly—wipes scrubbing raw, powders suffocating, tapes pinching. "This is your wedding role forever—babied, diapered, spanked!" Emily whispered, shoving the pacifier deeper. Trapped, voice silenced, body immobilized in her short, underdeveloped form, the nightmare looped in escalating torment: accidents multiplying, spankings unending, the pre-wedding preparations a perpetual cycle of regression and ridicule, her past haunts multiplying into an infinite audience of mockery. The intensity peaked, a vortex of shame sucking her deeper, no escape from the babied hell, the transformed dress and diaper eternal symbols of her downfall. 2
dirtydingus84 Posted March 21 Posted March 21 After the wedding Paige will probably go with her friend and new husband as their baby girl. Love the story can't wait for next week to see more
diaperboy187 Posted March 21 Author Posted March 21 11 minutes ago, dirtydingus84 said: After the wedding Paige will probably go with her friend and new husband as their baby girl. Love the story can't wait for next week to see more Maybe. I haven't gotten that far yet 1
diaperboy187 Posted March 28 Author Posted March 28 Made using Grok AI. As Paige wakes up from her dream she finds it hard to calm down. Good thing her doppelganger hears her and has a plan. New parts posted every Friday. Part Eight Paige's eyes fluttered open in the dim glow of the nursery nightlight, her body heavy with the fog of sleep. For a disorienting moment, she lay there, the spinning mobile above her crib blurring into focus, its pastel stars and moons mocking her from the shadows. The dream—no, the nightmare—clung to her like a shroud, its twisted images replaying in flashes: the transforming dress squeezing her into regression, the endless diapering by laughing faces from her past, the floods of accidents that left her soaked and shamed in front of everyone. Her heart pounded, a cold sweat prickling her skin under the footie pajamas. But as awareness sharpened, a new horror dawned—not just the lingering terror of the dream, but a physical sensation that made her stomach drop. Between her legs, the nighttime diaper felt warm, heavy, and unmistakably swollen. She shifted slightly, and the crinkle turned squishy, a faint, acrid scent wafting up. Wet... and messy. She'd had an accident in her sleep—a full-blown one, the booster pad doing its job but amplifying the humiliation. Tears sprang to her eyes instantly; she was a grown woman, for God's sake—how could this happen? The dream's regressions had bled into reality, her body betraying her under the stress. Sobs built in her chest, raw and uncontrollable, erupting in loud, hiccuping cries that echoed through the quiet room. She didn't realize it was midnight, the hotel hallways silent beyond the nursery door; in her distress, time meant nothing—just the overwhelming shame of lying there in a soiled diaper, trapped like an infant. Her mind raced with self-loathing: "How did I let this happen? I'm not a baby... but look at me, messing myself like one. What if they never believe me now?" The cries grew louder, a mix of nightmare-fueled fear and raw embarrassment, her small hands clutching the crib bars as if they could anchor her crumbling dignity. The crying was piercing, cutting through the stillness and rousing not just Ms. Karen from her adjacent rest area, but alerting someone else nearby. In the adjoining room—originally assigned to the adult Paige—the younger Paige stirred from her own light sleep. She'd been up moments earlier, padding to the bathroom in her new pajamas bought during the shopping spree, her mind buzzing with the day's excitement. The room was cozy, stocked with adult amenities: a queen bed with plush pillows, a vanity with makeup mirrors stocked with her new contouring kit, and a mini-fridge humming softly. But she'd made it her own, stashing the real Paige's purse deep in the closet earlier that evening, buried under a pile of her new shopping bags—heels tucked beside the makeup, the flattering blouse draped over to conceal it all. No way was she risking anyone finding the ID or phone inside and spoiling her perfect ruse; she'd glimpsed the contents when peeking earlier, confirming the mix-up with a driver's license showing the older woman's age and a wallet full of adult cards. "Jackpot," she'd thought then, a sly smile crossing her face. "This means I get to keep being the 'grown-up'—no more flower girl nonsense for me." The distant wails filtered through the thin wall connecting to the nursery, pulling her fully awake. Curiosity and a twinge of mischief drew her; she slipped on a robe and tiptoed out, following the sound to the nursery door, her thoughts swirling with opportunity: "Sounds like the short one's having a meltdown. This could be fun—maybe I can twist the knife a little, keep her in her place while I enjoy mine." Ms. Karen, already up and rubbing her eyes, opened it at her soft knock. "Oh, it's you—Paige?" Ms. Karen said, surprised but welcoming, her voice groggy from the late hour. "Come in, dear. Our little one here had a rough night." The babysitter gestured to the crib where the adult Paige thrashed in her sobs, face streaked with tears, the unmistakable bulge and scent of her wet and messy diaper filling the air. The younger Paige peered in, her expression a mix of feigned sympathy and hidden amusement, taking in the scene: the older woman's red-rimmed eyes wide with despair, the pacifier clipped uselessly to her pajamas, the footies zipped up to her chin like a baby's onesie, and that telltale sag under the fabric, the diaper's outline visible through the snaps. "Poor thing," the younger Paige said softly, her voice carrying just the right note of concern, though inwardly she thought, "Look at her—crying like a toddler in a loaded diaper. This is too perfect; she's making it so easy for me to stay on top." The younger Paige saw the older Paige's distress up close—the heaving chest, the snotty nose—and noted the sagging diaper peeking from a gap in the snaps. "She looks like she needs a bottle to calm down. I can make one if you want—I've helped with my little cousins before," she offered, her mind adding, "And it'll give me a chance to rub it in without anyone noticing." Ms. Karen nodded gratefully, her hands already moving to lower the crib bars. "That's sweet of you. The formula's in the cabinet over there—warm water from the sink." As the babysitter lifted the sniffling adult Paige onto the changing table, she popped a pacifier into her mouth. "Here, suck on this until your bottle's ready, sweetie. It'll help." Paige's cries muffled into suckles, her cheeks burning with fresh humiliation as the familiar silicone filled her mouth, but she nursed on it instinctively, too overwhelmed to spit it out. Her thoughts tumbled in panic: "No, not this—not in front of her! She's the one who stole my life, and now she's seeing me like this? God, the smell... she knows what I did. I can't believe I messed myself—I'm ruined." Ms. Karen worked efficiently, unzipping the footie pajamas and peeling them down, the cool air hitting Paige's skin and making her shiver. The diaper change was thorough and matter-of-fact: tapes ripped open with a loud tear, wipes scrubbing every inch clean—front and back—with firm, no-nonsense strokes that left no trace of the mess but amplified Paige's mortification. Powder puffed generously, its babyish scent overwhelming, followed by a fresh thick diaper taped snugly in place. All the while, Paige's muffled sobs continued around the pacifier, her mind reeling from the nightmare's echoes and the stark reality of her accident: "Changed like a baby... again. And she's watching? This is hell—my own body turning against me, proving them right." Ms. Karen hummed softly during the process, adding, "There, all clean now—no more stinky messes for our little flower girl." But Tommy had woken from the commotion, fussing in his crib, drawing the babysitter's attention. "Oh, little man—be right there." Seizing the moment, the younger Paige stepped forward with the warm bottle in hand, its nipple dripping slightly. "I can give her the bottle if you want," she offered sweetly. "You've got your hands full." Ms. Karen smiled, relieved. "You're a lifesaver. Take her to the rocking chair over there—it always soothes them." The younger Paige scooped up the adult Paige—surprisingly easy given their size difference—and carried her to the padded rocking chair in the corner, settling her onto her lap like a child. Paige's eyes widened in shock as she recognized her "twin," but before she could react, the younger one pulled out the pacifier and replaced it with the bottle's nipple. "Shh, drink up," she murmured, tipping it so warm formula flowed into Paige's mouth. Paige swallowed reflexively, the milky taste comforting yet degrading, her body relaxing against her will in the gentle rock of the chair. Her thoughts swirled in a storm of emotions: "Why her? Of all people... she's feeding me like I'm her doll. The formula's so warm, but I feel so small, so helpless. And that diaper—fresh but still there, reminding me of what I did. How can I face tomorrow like this?" As Ms. Karen tended to Tommy—changing his own wet diaper and settling him back—the younger Paige leaned in close, her voice a whisper only Paige could hear, all while keeping the bottle steady. She glanced down at the older woman's lap, where the footies concealed the new diaper, and added casually, "Looks like you really needed that change—your diapers were sagging like crazy. Good thing they're so thick, huh? Keeps everything contained." The comment was laced with faux innocence, but her eyes sparkled with knowing glee. Inwardly, the younger Paige thought, "This is hilarious—she's actually sucking on a bottle while I hold her. And commenting on her diapers? Priceless. She's so red; bet she's dying inside. But hey, as long as she stays the 'baby,' I stay the 'adult'—win-win for me." She rocked gently, humming a tune, her mind plotting: "Tomorrow's talk? I'll make sure it keeps her quiet—maybe a little blackmail with that purse. No way I'm giving this up." Paige's cheeks flamed hotter at the diaper comment, the words hitting like a slap: "She saw... she knows. Commenting on my diapers like it's nothing—I'm mortified. But the bottle... it's soothing the sobs, damn it. I hate this, hate her for enjoying it." She continued drinking, the formula filling her belly, her cries tapering to whimpers as exhaustion pulled at her again. The younger Paige smiled inwardly, her plan intact—no need to reveal anything yet, not when the fun was just beginning. 3
diaperboy187 Posted April 3 Author Posted April 3 Made using Grok AI. As if things can't get worse for the adult Paige the teen Paige offers to babysit her. New parts posted every Friday Part Nine With the bottle emptied and the adult Paige's whimpers fading into drowsy silence, the younger Paige gently eased her back into the crib, pulling up a thin blanket and raising the bars with a quiet click. The older woman's eyes were already closing, the formula working its soothing magic despite the turmoil in her mind. "Night-night, 'big' girl," the younger Paige murmured under her breath, her thoughts satisfied: "That should keep her quiet for now—bottle-fed like a baby, how fitting." She slipped out of the nursery, the door latching softly behind her. Ms. Karen, having tucked Tommy back in after his brief fuss, gave a tired nod of thanks before retreating to her cot in the corner room. The nursery fell still once more, the nightlight casting gentle shadows as everyone drifted back to sleep. The adult Paige, her fresh diaper a constant presence, succumbed fully to exhaustion, her body too weary to resist—the midnight ordeal over, but the underlying nightmare of her situation lingering in the back of her subconscious. In her stolen room, the younger Paige shed her robe and climbed into the expansive queen bed, the sheets cool and luxurious against her skin. "Tomorrow's going to be even better," she thought smugly, before sleep claimed her too. The hotel corridors remained hushed, the clock ticking past 1:00 AM as the group—scattered but unaware—rested for the day ahead. Morning arrived with the soft chime of alarms around 7:00 AM, sunlight peeking through curtains across the bridal party's rooms. Emily, ever the organized bride, was up first, knocking on doors to rally Sarah and Lisa for their planned spa day and errands—manicures, pedicures, and picking up last-minute decorations. When she reached the younger Paige's door, the teen opened it with a practiced yawn, already half-dressed in her new blouse and jeans from the shopping spree. "Morning, Em! Spa sounds divine, but... I really need to unpack properly and run a few errands this morning. My bag's still a disaster from the flight—clothes everywhere—and I forgot a couple essentials back home. Won't take too long; I'll catch up with you guys for lunch or whatever's next?" She added a sheepish smile, her voice carrying that faux-adult nonchalance she'd perfected. Internally, she calculated: "No way I'm wasting time on spa stuff when I can check on my 'little twin'—plus, keeps me free to handle any loose ends." Emily sighed but hugged her. "Aw, okay—we'll miss you, but text us when you're done! The spa's at 9:00; don't be a stranger." Sarah and Lisa, peeking from their doors, waved agreement. "Yeah, handle your stuff—we've got this!" With that, the three bridesmaids headed out without the younger Paige, chattering excitedly about treatments and wedding details, leaving her to her own devices. The younger Paige took her time, savoring a full hotel breakfast in the lobby: flaky croissants slathered with jam, fresh fruit salad, and a steaming cup of black coffee that made her feel impossibly mature. "This beats kiddie cereal any day," she mused, scrolling her phone idly. By 9:00, dressed in her new heels (adding a precious inch to her four-foot frame) and subtle makeup from the contour kit, she felt ready. Her thoughts turned strategic: "Time to visit the nursery—see how the short one's holding up. If she's still in diapers, even better for teasing." She made her way there, knocking lightly with a composed smile. Inside, the nursery was winding down from morning routines. Tommy's mom had swung by around 8:00, picking him up after Ms. Karen fed him a quick breakfast of oatmeal and fruit. "Thanks for watching him—see you at the rehearsal!" the mom said, bundling the yawning boy out. That left just Ms. Karen and the adult Paige. The babysitter had handled Paige's morning: a simple feed of applesauce and toast, then a change out of her nighttime diaper (dry, to Paige's muted relief) into a daytime Minnie Mouse Pull-Up under a basic play dress from the nursery stock—bright yellow with cartoon flowers, short enough that the Pull-Up's colorful waistband peeked if she bent over. Paige sat in the play area, pushing crayons around a half-colored page listlessly, her mind a churn of resentment: "Another day in hell... but I'll find a way out. That kid can't control everything." Ms. Karen looked relieved at the knock. "Oh, Paige! Come in—what brings you by?" The younger Paige stepped in, her disappointment flickering briefly at the sight—no sagging diaper, just the Pull-Up's outline under the dress. "Aww, she's up and about," she said brightly. "Mind if I watch her for a bit? Give you some free time—maybe run those errands you mentioned? I can handle her; we've... bonded." Her thoughts added: "A few hours alone? Perfect—time to solidify my hold." Ms. Karen's eyes lit up; she'd been cooped up since yesterday. "Really? I'd love that—need to grab groceries and a few things for tonight. Should be back in a few hours. She's been good this morning; just keep her occupied." Handing over a baby monitor clip and a quick rundown of snacks and rules, she headed out eagerly, the door clicking shut. Alone now, the younger Paige turned to the adult Paige with a predatory grin, her thoughts gleeful: "Jackpot—no interruptions. Let's see her squirm." She sauntered over, towering slightly at four feet. "Well, well, look at you in your big-girl Pull-Up. Bet you had quite the night—accidents and all. You really should be in a diaper, though; Pull-Ups are for toddlers who almost make it." Paige's face flushed crimson, her hands balling into fists as she stood up shakily. "I'm not... I'm an adult! This is all a mistake—you know it! Tell them the truth!" Her voice cracked with desperation, the play dress swishing around her legs, the Pull-Up crinkling audibly. Internally, she seethed: "She's got to slip up—I'll make her admit more, then use it against her." The younger Paige laughed softly, her mind calculating: "Predictable—she's fighting just like I did. But I've got the ace." She grabbed Paige's hand firmly. "Oh, sweetie, adults don't whine like that. Come on—let's get you properly protected." Despite Paige's protests—"No! Stop! I'm not a baby!"—the younger one led her to the changing table, her strength surprising as she lifted the struggling adult Paige onto it. Paige kicked futilely, tears pricking her eyes: "This can't keep happening... she's just a kid, but she's treating me like one. My own 'twin' diapering me? It's too much." The younger Paige efficiently tugged down the Pull-Up, unfolding a thick daytime diaper. As she lifted Paige's legs to slide it underneath, she began her revelation casually. "You know, the real reason my mom told everyone I needed Pull-Ups and diapers? It was all because of the fight over being the flower girl. I threw such a tantrum when she said I'd have to do it—screamed, cried, refused to even try on the dress. So she made up that I still had 'accidents' to explain why I'd need extra 'protection' during the wedding stress, and to make me behave. But honestly? I never wanted to be the flower girl—it's so babyish, all frills and following the big girls around like a puppy." She sprinkled baby powder liberally, the sweet scent filling the air. "But you? This role is perfect for you. Look at you—short, no curves, already needing changes. You'll rock that frilly dress." Paige's face burned with indignation, the fresh diaper's bulk forcing her legs apart slightly, a humiliating wedge she couldn't ignore. "No! I'm not going to be the flower girl—that's your job! I'm the bridesmaid, the adult one from high school! You have to tell them the truth!" She sat up on the table, her small hands pushing at the younger Paige's arms, her voice rising in frustration. Internally, she seethed: "She's admitting it was a lie? But twisting it to fit me? I won't let her—I'll scream, run out, anything!" The younger Paige stepped back, crossing her arms with a knowing smirk, her mind calculating: "Here we go—the pushback. Time for the threat." She leaned in, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Oh, really? If you don't play along and be the perfect little flower girl—quiet, obedient, no more tantrums—I'll just have to let Emily 'accidentally' see your ID from that purse in your room. And oh, those cute kids' clothes in your suitcase? The polka-dot dresses, the picture panties? I'll show her those too—they look just like what you'd usually wear, don't they? Imagine her face when she realizes you haven't grown at all since high school—no curves, no height, still shopping in the children's section. It'll look like you've been going around dressed like a little girl all along. But if you behave, I'll leave your suitcase and purse alone—you can pick them up after the wedding, presuming you can get away from the babysitter. Deal?" The words hit Paige like a gut punch, her bladder twinging in sudden, uncontrollable fear. The idea of Emily—her best friend—discovering the truth in such a damning way: the ID proving her age but clashing with her unchanged body, the mall-bought kids' outfits scattered like evidence of a lifelong charade, especially if the younger Paige spun it as her "usual" wardrobe. "She'd think I've been lying forever... the growth spurt stories, the photos—it'd all crumble. No!" The stress peaked, and despite clenching desperately, a warm rush escaped—a full wetting, soaking into the fresh diaper with a faint hiss, the padding swelling warmly against her skin. Paige's eyes widened in horror, hands flying to her crotch as if to stop it, but it was too late. "Oh no... not again," she thought, tears welling up anew. "She made me wet myself—just from words. I'm pathetic... but what choice do I have? If Emily sees that stuff, our friendship's over." Defeat washed over her; she slumped, whispering, "Fine... I'll be the flower girl. But this isn't over." Secretly, though, her mind plotted: "The purse—it's in my room? She knows about it, but maybe hasn't touched it yet. I'll find a way to sneak in soon, grab it, and show Emily the truth before the wedding. She won't get away with this." The younger Paige's eyes sparkled with victory as she noticed the telltale sag and scent, her thoughts triumphant: "Ha—wet herself right on cue. And those kids' clothes in her suitcase? Totally look like everyday wear for someone her size—reinforces the 'little girl' vibe perfectly. She's mine now. But I'll keep the pressure on—just in case she gets ideas." She helped Paige down from the table, adjusting the dress over the now-damp diaper. "Good choice, little flower girl. Now, let's get you playing nicely until Ms. Karen gets back." Paige nodded numbly, her secret resolve flickering like a hidden flame amid the ashes of her pride. 2
diaperboy187 Posted April 11 Author Posted April 11 Made using Grok AI. Playtime for baby Paige and of course can't forget food. New parts posted every Friday Part Ten With the diaper change complete and the adult Paige's reluctant agreement hanging in the air, the younger Paige wasted no time asserting her dominance. She led Paige back to the play area, her hand firm on the smaller woman's shoulder, guiding her like a wayward toddler. "Okay, little flower girl, time to play nicely," she said with a sing-song lilt, her thoughts buzzing with amusement: "Let's see how long she lasts before another accident—bet it's not long. This is way too easy." The nursery's floor was scattered with an array of baby and toddler toys: colorful stacking rings in bright primary hues, soft cloth blocks with crinkly textures and embroidered animals, a shape sorter with oversized pieces that made satisfying clicks when fitted right, and a push-along walker toy shaped like a smiling lion, its wheels squeaking softly. Paige stared at them in horror, her mind rebelling: "Play with these? They're for infants! I can't... but if I don't, she'll tell Emily everything. Just endure it—find a moment to escape later." She sank to her knees reluctantly, the damp diaper squishing uncomfortably beneath her as she picked up the stacking rings with trembling hands. The younger Paige plopped down cross-legged nearby, watching with a grin. "Go on, stack 'em up! Show me how high you can make the tower, baby Paige." Paige's cheeks burned as she fumbled the rings, their plastic clacking together—red on blue, yellow on green—her small fingers slipping from embarrassment. "This is ridiculous... I'm a grown woman playing with baby toys while in a wet diaper. How did my life come to this?" The play dragged on for what felt like hours but was closer to thirty minutes: the younger Paige encouraged "pat-a-cake" with the cloth blocks, clapping Paige's hands together, then rolled a soft ball back and forth, cooing "Good catch!" each time. Paige complied woodenly, her thoughts a storm: "I need a plan—sneak to my room when she's distracted, grab the purse, show Emily the ID. But how? She's watching like a hawk." The pressure in her bladder and bowels built from the morning applesauce and stress, but she clenched, determined not to give in. But endurance has limits. As they "built" a wobbly block castle—the soft cubes tumbling repeatedly, eliciting giggles from the younger Paige—Paige's body betrayed her again. A cramp hit, and despite squeezing her eyes shut and willing it away, a warm mess pushed into the diaper, followed by a trickle of wetness. The padding absorbed it, but the sag and smell were immediate, her face crumpling in shame. "No... not again. Why can't I control this? It's like the nightmare's making it real." Tears pricked her eyes as she shifted uncomfortably, the mess spreading with each movement. The younger Paige noticed instantly, wrinkling her nose with exaggerated disgust. "Uh-oh, smells like someone needs a change! Good thing we put you in that diaper, huh? Playtime's over for now, stinky." Her thoughts were gleeful: "Called it—another accident. She's practically proving she needs this treatment." Paige's protests were weak: "Please... not again," but the younger one scooped her up anyway, carrying her to the changing table like luggage. The change was efficient but humiliating: the younger Paige untaped the soiled diaper with a "Phew!" fanning her face dramatically, wiping thoroughly with cold wipes that made Paige shiver and squirm. "Hold still—you made this mess, now deal with it," she scolded lightly, her mind noting: "She's so easy to embarrass; this is fun." Powder followed in clouds, then a fresh thick diaper taped on snugly. "There, all clean—for now." Paige lay there, staring at the ceiling, her thoughts dark: "Changed twice today already... and by her. I feel like I'm losing myself." Once redressed in the yellow play dress, the younger Paige buckled her into the highchair—a tall wooden one with a tray that locked in place, its straps clicking around her waist and between her legs, pressing the new diaper firmly. Paige tugged at them futilely, pouting deeply as she realized she was stuck. "Let me out! This is ridiculous," she whined, her lower lip jutting out like a child's. Internally, she schemed: "While she's busy, maybe I can think of something for Emily—a note, a call? But how, trapped like this? The purse is key—if I can get to my room..." The younger Paige rummaged in the nursery cabinets, pulling out jars of pureed baby food—carrots and peas, applesauce—and a bottle of formula mix. She warmed water, stirred in the powder, then spotted a bottle of muscle relaxant pills on a high shelf—likely for the babysitter's use. "Hmm... a few of these crushed up should keep her nice and compliant—no fighting during playtime," she thought mischievously, grinding two into powder with a spoon and mixing them into the bottle. "Perfect—won't hurt her, just make her limp as a ragdoll." Paige watched warily from the highchair, pouting harder at the sight of the babyish meal. "No... not that stuff. I'm not eating it," she muttered, crossing her arms, her mind racing for escape ideas: "If I could get Emily alone, show her my hands or something unique... but the ID's proof. Got to get that purse." The younger Paige approached with a bib—plastic-backed with cartoon animals—tying it around Paige's neck. "Oh yes you are, baby girl. Open wide!" She spooned up the carrots first, airplane-noising it toward Paige's mouth. "This'll help you grow big and strong—just what you need, huh?" The teasing stung; Paige reluctantly opened up, the mushy texture bland and humiliating on her tongue. Spoon after spoon followed—peas next, then applesauce—Paige chewing and swallowing with grimaces, bits dribbling down her chin despite her efforts. The younger Paige wiped sporadically but let some smear, laughing: "Look at that messy face! You're every bit the baby now." By the end, Paige's bib was splattered orange and green, her cheeks streaked, her pout deepened into a full sulk. "I hate this... looking like a slobbery infant. But I'll bide my time." The bottle came last—the spiked formula warm and milky. "Drink it all up," the younger Paige ordered, tipping it into Paige's mouth. Paige suckled, the flow steady, her thoughts foggy: "Tastes off... but I have to. Once she's distracted, I'll make my move." With the meal done, the younger Paige unbuckled her, setting her back in the play area. "Now color some pictures—keep busy, little one." Paige grabbed crayons, scribbling absently, her body starting to feel oddly heavy from the relaxants: "Why am I so tired? No—fight it. Plan: wait for her to leave, then sneak out." But the younger Paige watched like a hawk for a bit before announcing, "Naptime already? You look pooped." Paige whined, "No, I'm not sleepy!" but her limbs felt leaden, the drugs kicking in. The younger Paige scooped her up easily, laying her in the crib and turning on the baby mobile—its soft tinkling melody and spinning shapes hypnotic. "Shh, sleep tight." Paige fumed internally: "Not napping like a baby... but my body's so relaxed... damn it." She dozed off despite herself. While Paige slept, the younger Paige tidied up: wiping the highchair, rinsing the bottle and spoons, straightening toys. "Can't leave a mess—Ms. Karen might suspect something," she thought. She finished just as the door knob turned—Ms. Karen returning with grocery bags. "All good?" the babysitter asked. The younger Paige nodded sweetly. "Perfect—she's napping now. I'll check back later." As she left, her mind turned to the afternoon: "She's under control—time for more fun as the 'adult'." Paige slumbered on, unaware, her secret plans simmering beneath the enforced rest. 2
diaperboy187 Posted April 17 Author Posted April 17 Made using Grok AI. As the babysitter returns and gives the adult Paige some unwanted news the teen Paige is off for more fun with the bridesmaids. New parts posted every Friday Part Eleven A couple hours later, Ms. Karen the babysitter returned to the nursery. She saw the short adult Paige still lying in the crib, her body limp and eyes heavy from the muscle relaxants. The thick diaper the teen Paige had put her in was completely soaked and sagging heavily between her legs. Ms. Karen reached in and felt the front of the wet diaper. “Oh my, this little girl is soaked again already.” She shook her head and looked over at the taller teen Paige. “Since she keeps having so many accidents, I’m going to keep her in real diapers for the entire wedding. No more trying to be a big girl until after the ceremony.” The adult Paige let out a soft, miserable whimper when she heard that. The idea of staying in diapers all the way through the wedding made her feel even smaller and more humiliated, but her body was too weak from the drugs to do anything except make small unhappy sounds. Ms. Karen lifted the helpless woman out of the crib and gave her a warm bubble bath, gently washing her from head to toe with sweet baby shampoo. After drying her off and powdering her bottom generously, she sat in the rocking chair, opened her blouse, and began breastfeeding the short adult Paige. The drugged woman whimpered softly in deep embarrassment as she was held close and made to nurse. Once the breastfeeding was finished, Ms. Karen changed her into an even thicker nighttime diaper with two extra booster pads inside. She then strapped the limp woman into the highchair and fed her two full jars of baby food — peas, carrots, and applesauce — wiping her messy face over and over with a soft cloth. After dinner, she gave her another warm bottle of formula and rocked her slowly, patting the bulky diaper. At exactly seven o’clock, Ms. Karen carried her over to the crib. She laid her down gently, raised the side rail, and turned on the colorful baby mobile above her. The soft spinning lights and gentle lullaby music helped the exhausted and drugged adult Paige drift off into a deep, helpless sleep almost immediately. Ms. Karen smiled at the taller teen Paige. “She’ll sleep well tonight in her diapers.” Meanwhile, across town at a fancy bakery, Emily, Sarah, Lisa, and the taller teen Paige (who everyone still believed was the real adult Paige) were having a wonderful time at the wedding cake tasting. The table was covered with little plates of every flavor imaginable. Emily took a big bite of the chocolate raspberry and closed her eyes in delight. “Oh my gosh, this one is perfect! Rich but not too sweet — we have to use this!” The teen Paige grinned and tried a forkful of the vanilla lemon. “I love it too! The raspberries are so fresh. But you have to try the vanilla lemon next — it’s light and bright, like a summer day. It would be amazing as the bottom tier.” Sarah laughed as she tasted the strawberry shortcake. “This one is my favorite so far. It tastes exactly like a picnic dessert. We should do at least one layer of this for sure.” Lisa pointed at the classic white almond. “And this one for the top tier? It looks so elegant with the little flowers they showed us.” They spent almost two full hours tasting eight different cakes and several smaller desserts — mini cheesecakes, chocolate-dipped strawberries, lemon bars, and even tiny fruit tarts. The teen Paige sat right in the middle of everything, giving her opinion on every single flavor, laughing with the girls, and helping Emily decide on the exact combination. Emily finally clapped her hands with a big smile. “Okay, I’ve decided! Four tiers: vanilla lemon on the bottom, chocolate raspberry on the second, strawberry shortcake on the third, and classic white almond on top with the little flowers. And we’re doing the mini cheesecakes and chocolate-dipped strawberries for the dessert table too!” The teen Paige hugged her tightly. “It’s going to be the most beautiful cake ever. I can already picture it at the reception.” Emily hugged her back. “I’m so glad you’re here, Paige. This is turning out even better than I dreamed.” The taller teen Paige smiled sweetly while thinking about the real adult Paige sleeping helplessly in her thick diaper back at the hotel. “Me too, Emily. I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” 2
diaperboy187 Posted April 25 Author Posted April 25 Made using Grok AI. The teen Paige helps the adult Paige get in some practice for her role as the flower girl while the adult Paige worries about a new problem. New parts posted every Friday Part Twelve After the long cake tasting, the taller teen Paige slipped away from Emily and the bridesmaids and headed straight to the nursery. She carried a small plastic container with a slice of the vanilla lemon cake she had saved especially for the short adult Paige. She found the short adult Paige already fast asleep in the crib, limp and breathing softly from the lingering muscle relaxants. The thick nighttime diaper was sagging heavily between her legs. The teen Paige leaned over the rail, smiled sweetly, and whispered, “Sweet dreams, little flower girl. I had the best time tasting cakes in your place.” Since the adult Paige was still sound asleep, the teen Paige quietly handed the cake container to Ms. Karen. “Can you put this in the fridge for her? She can have it when she wakes up.” Ms. Karen took the container and placed it in the small nursery fridge. “That’s very thoughtful of you. By the way, would you like to babysit again tomorrow morning? I have some errands to run and it would be a big help if you could watch her for a few hours.” The teen Paige didn’t even hesitate. “Yes, I’d love to,” she said with a bright smile. “I’ll come by really early so I can be here when she wakes up.” Ms. Karen smiled. “Perfect. See you in the morning then.” The teen Paige gave one last glance at the sleeping adult Paige, then quietly left the nursery and went back to her own hotel room for the night. Later that night the short adult Paige woke up crying. “No… please… it’s so messy…” Her extra-thick diaper was soaked and messy, the heavy bulk sagging between her legs. Ms. Karen lifted her out, laid her on the changing table, and cleaned her up while the short woman whimpered in shame. After powdering her bottom generously, the babysitter sat in the rocking chair, opened her blouse, and breastfed the helpless woman again until she drifted back to sleep. By morning the muscle relaxants had finally worn off. The short adult Paige woke up feeling more alert but still trapped in the crib with a very wet and heavy diaper. Just as Ms. Karen lowered the rail to start the change, the nursery door opened and the taller teen Paige walked in, right on time. “Morning, Miss Karen,” the teen Paige said cheerfully. “I’m here to babysit like we talked about.” Ms. Karen smiled. “Perfect timing. She just woke up and needs a change. You can watch if you’d like.” The adult Paige’s eyes widened in shock as the teen Paige stepped closer to the changing table. “You… you’re here already?” she whispered, voice hoarse. The teen Paige grinned. “Of course. I told Miss Karen I’d come early so I could help take care of you all morning.” Ms. Karen finished the change, taping the adult Paige into a fresh, thick daytime diaper. Once Ms. Karen left to run her errands, the teen Paige took full charge. She dressed the short adult Paige in the short white sundress she had chosen the night before. The hem barely reached mid-thigh, so the bulky diaper crinkled loudly with every step. Then the teen Paige led her straight back to the changing table. “First, we’re going to make sure you look extra cute for your flower-girl practice,” the teen Paige said. She layered two extra thick diapers on top of the fresh one, taping them snugly so the adult Paige’s legs were forced wide apart. The triple-layered padding made her waddle heavily when she stood up. The teen Paige’s eyes lit up with delight as she watched the short woman take a few clumsy steps, the massive bulk forcing an obvious, awkward waddle. “Look at you,” the teen Paige cooed, clearly thrilled. “That waddle is perfect. Now you really look like the cutest little flower girl.” The adult Paige immediately started struggling, kicking her legs and trying to push the teen Paige’s hands away. “No! I don’t need extra diapers!” she whined loudly. “Stop it! I’m not a baby! I can hold it! I don’t need them!” The teen Paige just giggled and kept taping the diapers tighter. “Aww, listen to you arguing like a fussy toddler. Since you’re being so difficult, you get a bottle to calm down.” She fetched a warm bottle of formula and held it to her lips. “Drink up, little flower girl. No more complaining or I’ll tell Miss Karen how naughty you’re being.” The adult Paige whimpered but had no choice but to suck on the bottle while the teen Paige finished the triple diapering. The teen Paige handed her the practice basket. “Start walking. Back and forth, nice and slow, with a big smile and pretty curtsies.” The adult Paige took a few waddling steps, then stopped and refused, crossing her arms. “I’m not doing this. I’m not the flower girl!” The teen Paige’s smile turned sharp. “If you don’t practice right now, I’ll tell Miss Karen how much trouble you’re giving me. She has permission from my mom to spank you whenever you act up. Do you want a red bottom in front of everyone?” The adult Paige’s eyes widened in fear. Whimpering around a pacifier Paige pushed into her mouth after finishing the bottle, she started walking again, curtsying and scattering imaginary petals while the triple diapers forced her to waddle comically. Every step made loud crinkling noises and her face stayed bright red. “Smile bigger,” the teen Paige coached. “Emily wants the cutest flower girl ever. Again — slower this time. And keep waddling nice and wide.” The adult Paige whined the whole way. “I don’t want to be the flower girl… this is humiliating… my legs hurt…” The teen Paige only laughed and made her repeat the walk over and over, at least thirty times, coaching her on posture, smiles, and petal motions. When the adult Paige begged again, “Please… I really need to go,” the teen Paige simply patted the front of the bulging triple diapers. “Then go right there in your diaper. You’re not potty trained, remember? Keep walking.” The adult Paige’s face flushed even deeper as she had no choice but to wet her already-heavy diapers while continuing the practice. The teen Paige watched with a delighted grin, eyes sparkling every time the short woman waddled past. Halfway through the session the diapers grew so soaked and swollen that the teen Paige stopped her, laid her on the changing table, and changed her into three fresh thick diapers, delighting in how the new triple layer made the waddle even more pronounced. After the long practice session the teen Paige strapped the waddling adult Paige into the highchair, tied a large bib around her neck, and fed her a messy breakfast of baby cereal and applesauce, wiping her face over and over while chatting happily about the cake tasting. “They loved the vanilla lemon layer,” the teen Paige said between spoonfuls. “Emily said I have the best taste. You would have loved it… if you weren’t busy being a baby last night. Keep eating nicely or the cake stays in the fridge.” The adult Paige whined again, “I don’t want to be the flower girl… please just let me have the cake,” but the teen Paige only smiled and made her finish every bite. After breakfast the teen Paige pulled out a box of toddler toys and made the adult Paige sit on the play mat and play with blocks and dolls for a long time while she sat nearby, scrolling through photos from the cake tasting and showing them off. “Look at this one — me in the purple dress with Emily. We look like real sisters now, don’t we? Keep playing with the dolls or no cake.” The adult Paige sat there in her triple-layered, now even heavier diapers, face red, forced to stack blocks and rock dolls while the teen Paige enjoyed every minute of control. As the morning dragged on, the adult Paige started to get cranky. She rubbed her eyes, whined more loudly, and snapped, “I’m tired… I don’t want to play anymore… I hate this…” The closer it got to naptime, the crankier she became, fussing and complaining about the diapers, the dress, and being the flower girl. The teen Paige noticed immediately. “Awww, someone’s getting cranky. That means it’s almost naptime so you don’t get too fussy for the rest of the day.” She ignored all protests, changed the adult Paige’s soaked triple diapers back down to just one thick diaper with an extra booster pad, and carried the now-waddling woman to the crib. The teen Paige laid her down, raised the side rail, turned on the baby mobile, and popped a warm bottle of formula into the adult Paige’s mouth. “Drink your bottle and take a nice long nap, little flower girl.” The adult Paige whimpered and fussed for a few minutes, but the exhaustion from the long morning and the gentle spinning of the mobile soon had her drifting off into a deep, helpless sleep with the bottle still in her mouth. When the adult Paige finally woke up from her nap, the teen Paige was waiting beside the crib with the small container of cake. The short woman shifted uncomfortably and immediately realized her single thick diaper with the booster pad was now soaked and messy — she had wet and messed herself during the nap. The adult Paige’s face turned bright red with fresh humiliation. “Oh no… I… I went in my diaper again,” she whispered, voice trembling. “If I keep getting bottles and naps and early bedtimes like this… what if I start needing diapers at night even after the wedding is over?” The teen Paige’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Aww, don’t worry about that right now, little flower girl. You earned your cake. Open wide.” The adult Paige, still lying in the crib in her heavy, soiled diaper, opened her mouth. The teen Paige slowly fed her the entire slice of cake, spoonful by spoonful, making sure every bite was savored while the adult Paige sat there helplessly. The teen Paige patted the massive, sagging front of the diaper and whispered, “See? This is so much easier when you just accept you’re the flower girl now. We’ve got the whole day ahead of us in here… and the wedding is still three days away.” 3
diaperboy187 Posted May 9 Author Posted May 9 Made using Grok AI. Time to pick out some flowers as Emily discovers Paige’s secret. New parts posted every Friday. Part Thirteen The afternoon in the nursery continued quietly after the cake was finished. The taller teen Paige kept the short adult Paige busy with more flower-girl practice walks and toy time on the play mat. Because of the long nap earlier, the adult Paige wasn’t tired — just a little fussy. The teen Paige noticed and smiled. “You need a bottle to keep you calm before the girls pick us up.” She warmed a large bottle of formula, sat on the play mat with the adult Paige in her lap, and gently held the nipple to her mouth. The adult Paige whined softly around the nipple. “I don’t want another bottle…” but she drank the entire thing while the teen Paige rocked her softly. Once the bottle was empty, the teen Paige changed her into a fresh thick daytime diaper and dressed her in the short white sundress. “Perfect. Emily just texted — they’re on their way to pick us up for the flower shop.” When Emily, Sarah, and Lisa arrived, the teen Paige handed over the packed diaper bag. “She’s all ready. I even gave her a bottle so she’ll be nice and calm.” Emily smiled. “Great! Let’s get you in the car, sweetie.” At the SUV the adult Paige saw the built-in carseat in the back row and froze. “I’m too big for a carseat!” she insisted, trying to step back. “I’m an adult — I can sit normally like everyone else!” The teen Paige and Sarah each took one of her arms. “In you go,” Sarah said firmly. The adult Paige struggled, kicking and twisting. “No! Stop! I don’t need a carseat!” Emily gave her ten hard, stinging swats on the padded bottom right there in the parking lot. The adult Paige yelped with each one, the thick diaper doing little to cushion the smacks. During the brief struggle her short sundress rode up just enough for Emily to catch a clear hint of the bulky diaper underneath. The adult Paige was firmly buckled into the carseat, the straps clicked tight over her chest and lap so the thick diaper bulged obviously between her legs. She squirmed but couldn’t get free. The drive to the big flower shop took almost forty minutes. The girls chatted happily about wedding details the whole way. Halfway there the adult Paige started whining, “This is taking forever… how much longer?” The teen Paige calmly pulled a pacifier from the diaper bag and popped it into the adult Paige’s mouth. “Shhh. No whining in the carseat, little flower girl.” When they arrived at the expansive flower shop, the owner greeted them with trays of sample bouquets and baskets. “We have dozens of options today — roses, lilies, tulips, peonies, hydrangeas, wildflowers… and plenty of flower-girl baskets in every size and style.” They had barely stepped inside when Emily casually lifted the hem of the short adult Paige’s sundress in the middle of the first aisle. The thick diaper was fully exposed, stars and clouds printed across the front. “Oh, these are cute,” Emily said, smiling. “Little stars and clouds. And it looks like a size 4 — perfect fit for you, Paige.” Sarah leaned in for a closer look. “They really are. Diapers are such a smart idea for the flower girl. No worries about accidents during the ceremony.” Lisa nodded. “Definitely. The bigger the basket, the more she’ll need to waddle anyway. Diapers will keep everything neat and tidy.” The adult Paige’s face burned as she tried to tug the dress down, but Emily kept it lifted a moment longer, checking the sides and back. “Still dry for now. Good girl.” The group spent the next two hours slowly walking aisle after aisle, looking at hundreds of different flowers and arrangements. Emily kept the short adult Paige right beside her, holding her hand so she wouldn’t wander. Every thirty minutes or so one of the girls would lift the hem of the sundress for a quick diaper check. After the first half hour, Sarah lifted it beside a wall of white lilies. “Still dry. You’re doing great, sweetie.” Thirty minutes later Lisa checked her near the tulips. “Just a tiny bit damp. These diapers are working perfectly.” By the third check the adult Paige couldn’t hold it any longer. While they were standing in front of a display of hydrangeas, a warm flood spread through the front of her diaper. She froze, face scarlet. Emily noticed the change in her posture and immediately lifted the hem again. “Oh… someone needs a change already.” She didn’t sound upset at all. “Come on, let’s get you fresh before we finish picking the baskets.” The teen Paige handed Emily the diaper bag with a smile. Emily led the short adult Paige alone to the shop’s family restroom, laid her on the changing table, and began changing her diaper right in front of the mirror. The adult Paige immediately spat out the pacifier. “Emily, please listen!” she begged as Emily wiped her. “I’m the real Paige — the adult one. The taller girl is the teenager. There was a mix-up with the luggage and the dress shop and everything. I’m supposed to be a bridesmaid, not the flower girl. I don’t need diapers. I’m an adult!” Emily’s expression turned stern. She picked up the pacifier, clipped it to the collar of the sundress, and popped it right back into the adult Paige’s mouth. “I don’t want to hear you lie about your age again, little girl. If you keep telling stories like that, you can expect a spanking. Understood?” She taped the fresh thick diaper snugly in place and pulled the sundress back down. The adult Paige’s eyes filled with tears around the pacifier, but Emily only hugged her gently. “There, all better.” Before they left the shop, Emily handed the adult Paige the larger lace flower-girl basket they had chosen and a small handful of real rose petals. “One last thing, sweetie. Show us how you’ll walk down the aisle. Waddle nicely and toss out the petals for us.” The short adult Paige, freshly changed and heavily padded, waddled back and forth across the open floor of the shop, scattering real petals while the girls watched and smiled. The thick diaper forced an obvious, awkward waddle with every step, the crinkling loud in the quiet shop. “Perfect,” Emily declared, patting the front of the diaper through the dress. “Diapers and this basket — you’re going to be the cutest one at the wedding.” The adult Paige could only stand there waddling slightly, face burning, as the group smiled at her like it was the most normal thing in the world. The teen Paige squeezed her hand and whispered, “See? Everyone loves you in diapers. And you’ve had all the cake you’re getting until after the wedding.” The girls finished the flower order and headed back to the car. The short adult Paige was once again buckled into the carseat for the ride home. Emily handed her a warm bottle of formula from the diaper bag. “Drink your bottle on the way back, sweetie. It’ll keep you calm.” The adult Paige sat helplessly in the carseat, sucking on the bottle while her fresh diaper crinkled with every bump and the others chatted happily about how perfect everything was turning out. 1 1
diaperboy187 Posted May 31 Author Posted May 31 Made using Grok AI. Now that the day is finally done Paige is taken back to the babysitter as the big day draws closer and closer. New parts posted every Friday Part Fourteen Emily’s SUV pulled up to the main hotel entrance after the long, exhausting day at the flower shop. Ms. Karen was already waiting patiently in the brightly lit lobby near the elevators, smiling warmly as she spotted the group. The short adult Paige was still firmly buckled in her carseat in the back row, the fresh thick diaper crinkling softly with every tiny shift she made. The teen Paige unbuckled her and helped her climb out while Emily carried the heavy, well-stocked diaper bag. Emily walked the short adult Paige over to Ms. Karen and handed her the bag. “Thank you again for taking her tonight and tomorrow,” Emily said. “The wedding rehearsal is tomorrow afternoon, so she really needs plenty of rest. Make sure she gets an early bedtime both tonight and tomorrow night, okay? We want our little flower girl to be bright-eyed and well-rested for the big day.” Ms. Karen nodded, taking the diaper bag. “Of course. I’ll keep her on a good schedule. She’ll be tucked in nice and early both nights. I’ll make sure she has her bottle and a long, peaceful sleep.” Emily continued, lowering her voice slightly. “And the bachelorette party is the night after the rehearsal. You’re coming with us too, right? It should be a lot of fun — there’s going to be champagne and dancing. But obviously our little flower girl here will be staying behind. I was thinking you could hire one of the hotel staff workers to babysit her so you can join us without worry.” Ms. Karen smiled. “That’s a wonderful idea. I’ll arrange for one of the trusted evening staff members to watch her. She’ll be perfectly safe and well cared for while we’re out celebrating.” Emily gave the short adult Paige a gentle hug and patted the front of her dress, right over the bulky diaper. “Be a very good girl for Miss Karen tonight and tomorrow. We’ll see you at rehearsal. And keep that diaper nice and dry for us, okay sweetie?” The adult Paige’s face burned with humiliation as Emily and the bridesmaids waved goodbye and headed back to the car. The teen Paige lingered just long enough to whisper with a smirk, “Have fun with Miss Karen, little flower girl,” before following them. Ms. Karen took the short adult Paige by the hand and led her up to the nursery on the third floor. The thick diaper crinkled loudly with every waddling step, the sound echoing down the quiet hallway and making the adult Paige’s cheeks flush even hotter. The soft fabric of the sundress brushed against her padded bottom with every movement. “Alright, little one, let’s have some nice playtime before dinner,” Ms. Karen said cheerfully once they were inside. She spread out a big, colorful play mat on the floor and brought over several baskets filled with blocks, soft dolls, stuffed animals, shape sorters, and stacking rings. The adult Paige was made to sit on the mat, the thick padding forcing her legs apart. Every time she shifted or reached for a toy, the diaper crinkled noisily beneath her. Ms. Karen watched closely, occasionally correcting her in a gentle but firm voice. “Use both hands, sweetie. Stack the blocks nice and tall like a good girl. That’s it — such a good little flower girl. Look how pretty your tower is!” The adult Paige played for nearly an hour, her face flushed with embarrassment at the constant crinkling and the childish activity. The soft carpet, the bright colors of the toys, and the sweet scent of baby powder in the air only made her feel smaller. After playtime, Ms. Karen strapped the adult Paige into the highchair for dinner. She fed her two full jars of baby food — sweet mashed carrots and peas — followed by a large warm bottle of formula. The adult Paige sat there in her short sundress, the thick diaper bulging between her legs, while Ms. Karen patiently spooned and bottle-fed her, wiping her face after every messy bite. The taste of the formula was sweet and milky, filling her mouth with each suck. Next came a long, warm bubble bath. Ms. Karen ran the water with sweet-smelling baby shampoo and gently washed the adult Paige from head to toe, talking to her the whole time like a toddler. “Such a good girl for Miss Karen. We’re going to get you nice and clean and ready for beddy-bye so you’re well-rested for rehearsal tomorrow.” The warm water and floral scent of the shampoo filled the bathroom as Ms. Karen rinsed her hair and gently scrubbed her skin. The bubbles popped softly against her skin, leaving her feeling small and helpless. After the bath, the adult Paige stood there dripping as Ms. Karen reached for a fresh, extra-thick nighttime diaper with an extra booster pad. The short woman suddenly struggled, trying to back away. “No… please, not another diaper,” she whined, voice cracking. “I don’t want to be diapered and put to bed early again. I want to go to the bachelorette party with everyone else. I’m supposed to be a bridesmaid, not this!” Ms. Karen gently but firmly laid her on the changing table. “None of that fussing, little one. You’re going to be in a nice thick diaper and tucked in early so you’re rested for rehearsal tomorrow. Now lie still.” The adult Paige continued whining and squirming as Ms. Karen powdered her bottom generously, the soft, talc-scented cloud tickling her skin, then taped her into the fresh, extra-thick nighttime diaper. Ms. Karen dressed her in soft, footed pajamas with little stars and clouds printed all over them. The fabric was cozy and snug against the bulky padding. Ms. Karen carried the short adult Paige to the crib, laid her down gently, raised the side rail, turned on the baby mobile, and popped a pacifier into her mouth. “It’s very early bedtime tonight,” Ms. Karen said firmly, checking the clock. “You need lots of sleep for the rehearsal tomorrow. Night night, little flower girl.” The adult Paige lay there in the dark, the colorful mobile spinning softly above her with a gentle lullaby melody, and eventually drifted off into a deep sleep. Even after college she had never grown past three feet but had accepted it despite being the shortest college student there. She stood outside the big sorority house with the other pledges. The sorority president smiled at the group. “Tonight’s your final challenge,” she announced. “You have to go to the liquor store and buy beer for the party. But you have to do it while dressed up in the outfit we choose for you.” Paige was led into a side room. The other sisters closed the door behind her. They handed her the “outfit.” It was an extremely childish pink ruffled shortall set with frilly shoulder straps, a snap crotch, little embroidered flowers along the bib, delicate lace trim on the leg openings, and tiny bows at the pockets. Underneath they made her wear a Pull-Up covered in bright Minnie Mouse designs — Minnie in her red bow, polka dots, hearts, and smiling faces all over the front and back. They added a soft white t-shirt with puffed sleeves and a small bow at the neckline, matching ruffled ankle socks, and shiny white Mary Jane sneakers with velcro straps that lit up with every step. Paige stared down in horror at the Pull-Up. “Where did this come from?” she asked, voice rising. “A Minnie Mouse Pull-Up? No way!” One of the sorority sisters laughed. “It’s one of my baby sister’s Pull-Ups. She’s three years old and still wears them at night. Don’t worry, it’ll fit you just fine.” Paige whined, “There’s no way this Pull-Up is going to fit me! I’m way too big for it!” The sister’s expression turned firm. “It will fit. Put the whole outfit on right now or you’re out of the pledge. If you don’t do it yourself, I’ll put it on you.” Paige reluctantly took off her normal college clothes, folding them neatly on a chair. She stepped into the Minnie Mouse Pull-Up, hoping desperately that it would be far too small. To her horror, the Pull-Up slid up her legs and fit her perfectly, the crinkly material hugging her snugly with Minnie’s cheerful face smiling up at her. She pulled on the soft white t-shirt, then stepped into the shortalls. The frilly straps went over her shoulders and the snaps at the crotch clicked shut. She pulled on the ruffled ankle socks and fastened the velcro straps on the light-up Mary Jane sneakers herself, the little lights flashing brightly with each small movement. Once fully dressed, one of the sisters stepped back and smiled. “Wow, you really do look just like Heather’s baby sister. It’s almost scary how perfect it is.” Before they left, the sister lifted the hem of the shortalls using the convenient crotch snaps and checked the Pull-Up. “Good, you put it on correctly. Now let’s go get that beer.” At the liquor store, Paige nervously approached the counter with a six-pack of beer. She handed over her real ID. The cashier stared at the ID, then at Paige in her childish shortalls, t-shirt, and light-up Mary Jane sneakers. “I might buy that ID if you were potty trained, kiddo. You look like you’re maybe four or five years old — especially with that obvious bulge showing through those shortalls.” Paige tried desperately to explain. “That’s really me! I swear! This is just a pledge thing — I’m in college!” The cashier wasn’t convinced. “I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to call CPS. A kid like you shouldn’t even be in here alone at this hour.” Paige’s stomach dropped in panic. She felt a sudden warm rush as she wet herself right there in the Minnie Mouse Pull-Up. The accident quickly leaked through the thin training pants, soaking the front of her shortalls and running down her legs in a humiliating trickle. She stood frozen as the cashier reached for the phone. Just then, one of the sorority sisters rushed in. “Wait! She’s with us. It’s part of our pledge thing.” The sister quickly paid for the beer and pulled the mortified Paige out of the store. Back at the sorority house, the girls noticed the large wet patch on the front of Paige’s shortalls immediately. “Oh my god,” one of them laughed. “Did the little baby have an accident in her cute outfit? Look at that leak through the Minnie Mouse Pull-Up!” The sorority president crossed her arms. “You have a choice, Paige. You can become the official sorority baby — diapers, bottles, the whole thing — or you’re out. No sorority for you.” Paige stood there in her soaked childish shortalls, tears filling her eyes. After a long, humiliating pause, she whispered, “I’ll… I’ll be the sorority baby.” The president smiled and reached into a nearby bag, pulling out one of the thick, crinkly disposable diapers from the pack that another pledge had been forced to buy especially for her. The diaper had bright, colorful cartoon animal designs all over it and despite being for babies was clearly just Paige’s size. “Good choice. Let’s get you into your first real diaper right now, baby girl.” Paige started crying as the president unfolded the thick diaper. Her sobs were quickly silenced when one of the sisters popped a warm bottle into her mouth. “Shhh, baby. Drink your bottle while we get you diapered.” The dream began to blur as the thick diaper was slid underneath her… The adult Paige stirred in her crib, the baby mobile still spinning softly above her. She shifted uncomfortably and realized her thick nighttime diaper was now warm and heavy — she had wet (and messed) herself during the nightmare. A soft whimper escaped around her pacifier as the reality of her situation settled back in. The teen Paige’s words from earlier echoed in her mind: “We’ve got the whole day ahead of us in here… and the wedding is still three days away.” 2 1
dirtydingus84 Posted May 31 Posted May 31 Thanks for the update I was getting worried. This is great chapter and I would like to see more
diaperboy187 Posted June 7 Author Posted June 7 Made using Grok AI. Time to pick up the dresses and do some rehearsals as the wedding draws nearer. New parts posted every Friday Part Fifteen The next morning, after another early night in the nursery, Emily, Sarah, Lisa, and the taller teen Paige all arrived together at the nursery suite to pick up the short adult Paige for the big dress pickup and rehearsal day. They entered the room in a cheerful group, chatting excitedly about how perfect everything was coming together. Emily immediately took charge with a warm but firm smile. “Good morning! Let’s get our little flower girl ready.” She gently laid the short adult Paige down on the changing table while the other girls watched and cooed. “Time for a fresh diaper before we head out, sweetie.” The adult Paige squirmed and whined as Emily untaped the overnight diaper. “Emily, please… I don’t need this. I can use the bathroom like a normal person. I’m not supposed to be the flower girl—” Emily gave her a sharp warning look that made the adult Paige trail off instantly. “Hush now,” Emily said gently but firmly while wiping her clean with cool wipes. “You are wearing diapers to the wedding, and the matter is not up for debate.” She powdered her bottom generously, the soft, talc-scented cloud filling the air, then taped her into a brand-new, extra-thick diaper. The other girls nodded in agreement, saying things like “It really is for the best” and “She’ll be so much more comfortable.” Once Emily finished, the group headed to the bridal shop. In the SUV, the adult Paige was once again buckled into the carseat. During the drive, she tried to beg. “Please, Emily… let me go to the bachelorette party with you guys. I’m supposed to be part of the bridal party. I don’t want to be left behind like a baby again.” Emily reached back and calmly patted her knee. “Shhh, sweetie. The bachelorette party is for the grown-ups. You’ll have much more fun having an early night. Now be good.” At the bridal shop, the owner greeted them warmly and assigned each girl her own private fitting room so they could change at the same time. Emily, Sarah, Lisa, and the taller teen Paige each disappeared into their rooms with their purple bridesmaid dresses. The shop owner took the short adult Paige into hers. The owner brought in the frilly white flower girl dress along with the separate matching white diaper cover. “Here we are, sweetie! Look at this adorable diaper cover that goes with your dress. It’s going to look so cute and practical over your diaper.” The adult Paige’s eyes widened. “A diaper cover? I don’t want that! It’s too embarrassing!” The shop owner simply smiled, popped a pacifier into the protesting woman’s mouth to silence her, and said, “There we go. No fussing now.” She then efficiently helped the adult Paige out of her sundress, laid her down, and made sure everything was perfect. The owner slid the lacy diaper cover up over the thick diaper and snapped it securely in place, then guided her into the frilly white flower girl dress. It was incredibly childish — multiple layers of soft tulle and ruffles, delicate lace trim everywhere, tiny satin bows scattered across the bodice and skirt, puffed sleeves with more bows, and a very full poofy skirt that flared out dramatically and swished with every movement. The dress was also noticeably short, the hem sitting high enough that the lacy edges of the diaper cover peeked out visibly with even the slightest movement. The owner buttoned up the back and tied the large bow at the waist. When the adult Paige finally stood in front of the large mirror, she struggled hard to keep from crying. The dress made her look painfully younger. The fitted bodice and way the skirt sat flattened her already tiny A-cup breasts almost completely, while the excessive ruffles, lace, and poofy silhouette emphasized how small, narrow, and childlike her entire body appeared. She looked like a little girl dressed up for a fairy tale tea party, not a grown woman in her twenties. The separate diaper cover was just visible at the hem when she moved, adding to the humiliating effect. Emily stepped out of her own fitting room at the same time. Her elegant wedding gown was beautiful but complicated — layers of tulle, a long train, intricate buttons up the back, and a fitted corset bodice. She called out, “Can someone help me with the zipper and buttons? I can’t reach!” Lisa quickly popped in to assist her, carefully zipping and buttoning the gown while Emily held still. The taller teen Paige looked stunning in her bridesmaid dress. The deep purple fabric hugged her taller, more developed figure perfectly, accentuating her curves and making her look mature, elegant, and grown-up. The adult Paige felt a sharp pang of jealousy as she stared at her. The teen Paige looked exactly like the bridesmaid the adult Paige had dreamed of being — confident, beautiful, and respected. Meanwhile, the adult Paige stood there in a short, poofy, frilly dress with a visible diaper cover, looking like an oversized toddler. “Oh my goodness!” Sarah exclaimed. “She is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen! That dress makes her look so tiny and innocent.” Lisa leaned in closer. “The diaper cover is such a cute touch. It really completes the whole flower girl look. You’re going to be the sweetest one walking down the aisle.” The taller teen Paige grinned widely. “She looks exactly like the perfect little flower girl we wanted. Do a little twirl for us, Paige.” The adult Paige was made to do a slow, waddling twirl while all the girls clapped and gushed over how adorable she looked, commenting on every bow, every layer of ruffles, and how young and sweet she appeared. The shop owner even brought in a small step stool so they could see the full effect from different angles. The girls spent a long time admiring and adjusting small details, making the whole process take nearly an hour. After all the admiration and final small adjustments, the group left the shop and headed straight to the wedding rehearsal at the venue. The outfits would be kept safely at the rehearsal venue until the wedding the following day, hanging in a locked room under the coordinator’s care. On the way, they stopped briefly so the adult Paige could meet the groom. His name was Michael — a tall, handsome man with kind brown eyes, short dark hair, and a warm, friendly smile. He towered over the three-foot-tall adult Paige, making her feel even smaller as he knelt down slightly to be at eye level and said kindly, “You must be the famous little Paige I’ve heard so much about. You look absolutely adorable in that dress — perfect for the role!” The ring bearer, little Tommy, was also there. The five-year-old boy was dressed in a miniature formal tuxedo with a tiny bow tie and polished black shoes, but he was clearly wearing a thick diaper and a matching white diaper cover underneath that made his little pants bulge noticeably. The rehearsal turned out to be much longer than expected — nearly three and a half hours of repeated walk-throughs, timing adjustments, music cues, positioning changes, and detailed instructions from the coordinator. The adult Paige was determined to prove she didn’t need diapers. She held it as long as she possibly could, clenching tightly and shifting uncomfortably in her spot as flower girl while the rehearsal dragged on and on with endless repetitions. While the others were setting up for the next run-through, the taller teen Paige pulled the adult Paige aside for a quick, private conversation. “Hey… if you can keep your diaper completely dry through the entire rehearsal, I’ll talk to Emily about letting you come to the bachelorette party with us. Just this once.” The adult Paige’s eyes lit up with desperate hope. “Really? Yes! I’ll stay dry — I promise! I can do it!” The teen Paige smiled sweetly. “Good. But just so you know… there won’t be any bathroom breaks until the rehearsal is completely over. You have to hold it the whole time. No potty, no nothing.” The adult Paige’s face fell, but she nodded frantically, determined to prove herself. Despite her best efforts and fierce determination, she held it far too long. Toward the end of the final full run-through, a sudden, uncontrollable accident happened. Warm urine flooded into her thick diaper, followed by a messy push she couldn’t stop. The adult Paige froze for a moment, feeling the heavy, warm load settle into the padding, but she didn’t fully realize — and no one around her noticed — that trying to hold it for so long had done permanent damage to her bladder control. The weakening was subtle but real, and it would affect her long after the wedding. The rehearsal finally wrapped up. The taller teen Paige noticed the subtle change in the adult Paige’s posture and the way she waddled. She leaned in close with a delighted little smirk. “Aww, someone couldn’t keep her diaper dry after all. Looks like you failed your end of the deal, little flower girl. Guess you’re not going to the bachelorette party after all.” Right as the group was saying their goodbyes, the regular evening babysitter, Jess, arrived to pick up baby Tommy and baby Paige. Ms. Karen was already getting ready to head out with Emily and the bridesmaids for the bachelorette party. Jess took both children by the hand, chatting happily as she led them away. She had brought spare clothes for both babies — a bright blue t-shirt with little red race cars all over it and elastic-waist khaki shorts for Tommy, and a soft pastel-yellow onesie with tiny smiling teddy bears printed across the front for Paige — so neither one could risk messing up their nice rehearsal clothes. Jess changed both babies right there in the venue’s family restroom. Tommy was changed first into his fresh diaper and new outfit, giggling the whole time. Then it was the adult Paige’s turn. Jess laid her on the changing table and efficiently changed her heavily soiled diaper into a fresh thick one. As soon as the onesie came into view the adult Paige started whining loudly. “Not a onesie… it makes me look even more like a baby…” Jess simply popped the pacifier — the same one Paige had taken out during the rehearsal — back into her mouth to quiet her. “No fussing, little one.” She then snapped the soft pastel-yellow onesie neatly between Paige’s legs over the bulky fresh diaper. Jess carefully folded the frilly white flower girl dress, the separate diaper cover, and Tommy’s miniature tuxedo, then handed them to the wedding coordinator so everything would be safely stored with the rest of the wedding clothes and ready for tomorrow. The short adult Paige’s eyes filled with tears as she realized the bachelorette party was truly happening without her. She started to cry softly around the pacifier. Jess smiled kindly and gently wiped her cheeks. “Hey, no more tears, sweetie. I picked out a fun new movie about little animals going on an adventure — it’s perfect for kids your age. We can watch it together when we get back to the hotel and have some snacks. Doesn’t that sound nice?” Jess then lifted the three-foot-tall woman into her arms and carried her out to the car like a toddler. The short adult Paige’s quiet sobs grew heavier as she was held against Jess’s shoulder. How did everything go so wrong? she thought bitterly, the pacifier bobbing with each sob. Lost luggage at the airport… forced to buy kiddie clothes because nothing adult fit… mistaken for the flower girl because I’m still three feet tall… the younger Paige stealing my bridesmaid role, my place in the wedding, my entire life… and Emily still hasn’t realized the truth even after all this time. She’s treating me like a baby while that girl gets to be the grown-up bridesmaid. I’m supposed to be the adult here, not the diapered flower girl missing out on everything. The short adult Paige could only sniffle and cling to Jess in her now fresh but still bulky diaper and childish onesie as she was carried to the car, none of them — not even Paige herself — aware of the lasting change that had just occurred to her bladder. 2
diaperboy187 Posted June 12 Author Posted June 12 Made using Grok AI. A long night and a chance to set things right. Will Paige succeed? New parts posted every Friday Part Sixteen Jess arrived at the nursery with both children shortly after the rehearsal ended. She had already changed them at the venue, so she only needed to get them settled for the evening. Tommy was happy and chatty, but the short adult Paige was still sniffling quietly around her pacifier, clearly upset about missing the bachelorette party. Jess got them both into the nursery play area and turned on the movie she had picked out — a bright, colorful cartoon about talking animals on a big adventure. It was clearly meant for children under five. She sat Tommy on the floor with some pillows and placed the adult Paige in a booster seat at the small table so she could “watch properly.” Paige sat there in her pastel-yellow onesie, the thick diaper bulging noticeably between her legs, staring at the screen with a miserable expression while the cheerful music and silly voices filled the room. After the movie, Jess put both of them into highchairs for dinner. Tommy got chicken nuggets and apple slices. The adult Paige was given the same food, cut into small pieces. She ate slowly, her thoughts drifting bitterly. This is what my night has become… sitting in a highchair eating cut-up food like a toddler while the others are out having fun. That girl stole everything from me. Once dinner was finished and cleaned up, Jess gave both children a bath. She bathed Tommy first, then helped the adult Paige into the tub. The process was slow and thorough — washing her hair, scrubbing her body, and making sure she was completely clean. Paige sat there silently, cheeks burning with humiliation as Jess treated her exactly like the five-year-old boy. After the bath, Jess dried them both off and brought out fresh nighttime diapers. She diapered Tommy first, then laid the adult Paige on the changing table. She powdered her thoroughly and taped her into an extra-thick nighttime diaper before snapping a soft, footed pink onesie with little white clouds over it. By 7:45, both children were tucked into their cribs. Jess turned on the baby mobile above the adult Paige’s crib, gave her a gentle pat on the padded bottom, and said, “Sleep well, you two. I’ll be right outside if you need anything.” She left the nightlight on and closed the door most of the way. For a long time, the adult Paige lay there in the dark, staring up at the slowly spinning mobile. Her mind raced with everything that had happened since she arrived — the lost luggage, the shopping trip for children’s clothes, being mistaken for the flower girl at the door, the dress fitting where everyone treated the taller Paige like the real adult, the long rehearsal where she had tried so hard to stay dry… and now this. She was supposed to be Emily’s bridesmaid. Instead, she was in a crib, wearing a thick diaper and a babyish onesie, while the younger Paige was out living her life. She waited patiently until she saw the light in the main part of the nursery go off and heard Jess settle into the chair outside. Only then did she carefully climb out of the crib. She moved as quietly as possible, pressing her hands against the front of her onesie in a desperate attempt to muffle the loud crinkling of the thick diaper with every small step. The adult Paige slipped quietly out of the nursery and made her way down the short hallway to her original hotel room — the one she was supposed to have been staying in as an adult. The door was unlocked. She slipped inside and began searching desperately in the dark. It didn’t take long. The teen Paige had hidden her purse in the bottom drawer of the dresser. The adult Paige grabbed it with shaking hands and quickly pulled out her driver’s license. Her heart pounded with sudden hope. I have it. I finally have proof. Tomorrow I can show Emily. She’ll have to believe me. She was just turning toward the door when it suddenly opened. Jess stood in the doorway, arms crossed. “What do you think you’re doing?” The adult Paige froze in shock. The ID slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor. Jess stepped inside and closed the door behind her. “I thought I heard little footsteps. Looks like someone decided to go on a little adventure instead of staying in her crib like she was told.” Before Paige could say anything, Jess took her by the arm and marched her back toward the nursery. Once they were inside, Jess sat down on the rocking chair, pulled the adult Paige across her lap, and yanked the pink onesie up and the thick diaper down to her knees. “You are in so much trouble,” Jess scolded firmly as she began spanking. The smacks landed hard and steady on bare skin. “Sneaking out of your crib in the middle of the night? Going into rooms you’re not supposed to be in? Taking things that don’t belong to you right now?” Paige kicked and squirmed, but Jess held her firmly in place. The spanking continued for a long time — long, stinging swats that made Paige’s bottom burn. Jess kept scolding the entire time. “I can’t believe you would do something so naughty the night before the wedding. Emily is going to hear all about this. And Ms. Karen too. They both trusted me to watch you, and you went and broke that trust. This kind of behavior is completely unacceptable.” Tears were streaming down Paige’s face by the time Jess finally stopped. Her bottom throbbed. Jess pulled her upright. As soon as she was standing, the adult Paige suddenly felt a warm rush between her legs. She looked down in shock as urine began pouring out uncontrollably, soaking the front of the onesie and running down her legs onto the floor. She hadn’t even felt the need to go — it just happened. Jess sighed heavily. “Oh for goodness sake…” She quickly cleaned Paige up, changed her into a fresh thick diaper, and snapped a new onesie over the new diaper. Then she picked the small woman up and carried her back to the crib. “You are going to stay right here for the rest of the night,” Jess said sternly as she tucked her in. “No more getting out. And first thing tomorrow, both Emily and Ms. Karen are going to hear exactly what you did tonight. I hope it was worth it.” Jess turned the mobile back on, gave the crib rail a firm pat, and left the room again, leaving the door open a little wider this time. The adult Paige lay in the crib, face wet with tears, bottom still stinging, and a fresh thick diaper taped around her waist. The ID was still lying on the floor of her old hotel room where she had dropped it when Jess caught her. She had been so close… and now everything was even worse. She stared up at the spinning mobile, feeling completely defeated as the soft music played in the dark nursery. 4
diaperedcoach Posted June 18 Posted June 18 Just read the whole story … so great can’t wait for more …..keep up the good work 1
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