If things start getting a little weird here, I apologize. I really do. I don't like this chapter much, if that's any consolation.

xXx Mommy xXx

This is very... very good, I thought with a smile.

While Tori did what I asked, I retreated to the bedroom's bathroom and pulled out a bottle of baby powder, wipes and considered the box of latex gloves Beck had bought a few days prior. Just to be on the safe side, I took them along anyway.

"How are we doing over here?" I asked, trying not to laugh at Tori lying limp with her back on the bed, her arms crossed, legs closed and that cute glare on her face once again. Since she chose the middle of the bed to place herself, I arranged all three items around her body for easy access. "Keep glaring at me like that and your cute wittle face will stay dat way!"

My smile faded; my taunt didn't go unheard. She unfolded her arms and lifted herself to try and take a whack. I pushed her down again with ease, deciding that since she was refusing with every fiber of her being to just surrender, as the mommy, I had a right to as well.

Tori propped herself up and scooted away from me. "I'm getting really wazzed off, Jade," she growled, "Stop wasting time with the insults... Just do it and get your sick game over with."

I narrowed my eyes at her and placed my hands on my hips. She didn't deserve being told anything. If it wasn't for that bet, I wouldn't even have to say it. There wasn't any reason why I couldn't just lie to her and claim it was the truth. I'm an actress, a professional liar if you want to put it negatively. I have the skills of Kristen Stewart, Angelina Jolie, or even Elizabeth Gillies for crying out loud!

But no – withholding information had to be done carefully. Even with my phenomenal acting abilities, it would all be improvised and someone – even me – might slip.

"Lie down, then!" I directed, raising my voice, "And stop complaining."

I went back into the bathroom to grab a towel before starting, noting how Tori was now lying perpendicular to her original position. Standing next to her instead of in front to reduce the chance of her kicking me in the face, I had her lift her lower half up, clothes and all, for a few seconds so I could place the towel underneath.

"I wouldn't use the diaper no matter how many times you gave it to me," she remarked rather smugly, lowering herself back down, "So you can forget about doing all this." Knowing she couldn't move, she indicated at each item with a roll of her eyes before turning back to me.

"Yeah? Well, good luck feeling wazzed," I scoff, putting on a latex glove on my left hand, "because you're not getting a chance to use the bathrooms here."

"That's cruel and unusual punishment!"

"That's the life of being a baby – you've got yourself a portable toilet and someone to wipe your butt at the end of the day. Now," I lifted up the skirt and flipped the fabric over so I could hang it above her chest, "hold this."

Tori bit her lip, and with another sigh, took it, also adjusting so that the back of the dress was out of the way as well. I smiled, taking in the picture of her long, slender, bronze-colored legs. They were beautiful, perfect. I slowly ran a pale hand over one of them from the knee up, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my cool palm. When I came to the part where the diaper was just millimeters away, I slid my hand inwards onto her inner thigh and rubbed it gently with my thumb. There came a small whine from Tori while she parted her legs just barely.

"J-Jade, don't..." she whimpered, "Please..."

As confusing as her reaction was, I obeyed and took my hand away. "Sorry..." I said, trying not to blush, muttering under my breath, "I never noticed you had legs."

I wet my lips. Truth was, I was far from sorry. Sooo far from it.

xXx Tori xXx

Jade scoffed at my intentions of not using the diaper in the midst of putting on a rubber glove, "Well, good luck feeling wazzed, because you're not getting a chance to use the bathrooms here."

"That's cruel and unusual punishment!"

"That's the life of being a baby – you've got yourself a portable toilet and someone to wipe your butt at the end of the day," Jade retorted quickly, lifting up the skirt and flipping it over, "Now, hold this."

Having no other choice but to comply, I did, moving the back of the dress as well so there was less of a chance it'd come into any sort of contact with the inside of the diaper. It didn't have to be dirty to disgust me. Closing my eyes – because I seriously didn't want to watch this – and waiting for the torture to begin, I couldn't help but wonder why she didn't force me to take off the dress first. Things would go much simpler, although she probably knew I wouldn't allow it after realizing my bra was probably hidden somewhere.

Suddenly, there was a cold hand on my leg. It started at my kneecap and slowly worked its way up. Was this part of the diaper-changing thing? I wanted to scream for her to stop, but her hand just felt so cool against my leg... and that felt nice. When it came to my inner thigh, I let out a weak moan.

"J-Jade, don't..." I murmur, opening my eyes a little to look at her, "Please..."

She stopped. Just... removed her hand and even apologized for it. That surprised me.

We stared at each other for a little while – no disdain, no anger – only broken by Jade making me lift my lower half up again to put a new diaper underneath me, not even bothering to check if I had soiled my old one to prove me wrong before throwing it away. She began to talk now and proceeded to get on with the chore of cleaning me up, but my ears weren't listening. I kept my eyes on her every move, watching in case she tried to do... that thing she did on my leg again. This time, I would try to kick her – keyword try.

"... and the first time we do this, there's the issue of trust..." she was saying, her eyes and hands now focused on... cleaning my nether regions. My foot twitched when I felt the baby wipe, and I had to try and look normal when she reached for the baby powder, still talking away, "So, you need to be... completely... I don't know, trusting of the other person, and that's when Cat and I– well, mostly Cat, decided..."

Jade babbled on and I tried to keep up, even closing my eyes again so I didn't have any distractions... like knowing and seeing for myself that Jade West was seeing very private things. She was having trouble explaining, and that was another thing about Jade that never happened. As an actress, we have to learn to enunciate because no one wants an actress who isn't understandable. Here was a girl who, for as long as I've known her, was always having her opinions voiced loud and clear... so why isn't she like that now when it came to explaining this to me? She was the expert. She was the 'Mommy', after all.

"Tori?"

Maybe it was as Beck said – she wasn't completely in control, but she sure as hell gave me the vibe that she was. If the two of them weren't the ones responsible, was it Cat? If even Jade could stutter and stumble when explaining the workings of diapering me – was that was she was talking about? I have no idea... – while being the mother, then that would make the only person completely in character, at least most of the time, was Cat, and if Cat was the only one in character more than half the time, then she's probably had the most time to adjust to her role, which meant–

"Vega!"

I blinked. "What? Done?" I released the hem of my dress, sat up and scooted towards the foot of the bed, hearing the crinkling of the diaper beneath me. Ugh, yeah, she was definitely done.

"Yeah, I am..." she muttered, her voice rising as she spoke, "You heard nothing, did you?! I told you everything you needed to know from one to ten and you heard nothing!"

With that said, Jade threw the closed baby powder bottle across the room and tore off the glove before stalking off to the opposite end of the bed and practically body slamming herself onto it accompanied by a frustrated and aggravated sigh.

Even though I didn't like how this was, I love my idea for making it work... kind of. Tune in tomorrow for the next installment of WMM!