Thank you guys so much for your support through my Fan Fiction, and thanks again for sticking around this long. I am hoping to be continuing this saga for a while, but if you have any ideas, let me know. Okay, enjoy!

Please be aware: This chapter contains diapers, messing, and babying. If you don't like it, don't read. Thank you.

Dipper POV

I awake to the feeling of someone bouncing on my chest. I open my eyes and find Mabel trying to wake me up.

"Come on!" I hear her saying, "get up Dipper!"

"Alright, alright." I say, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

"Now, I've got something planned for us to do today," Mabel started telling me as I got changed, "but first, I need you to get everyone out of the Shack."

I stop putting my shirt on and look suspiciously over at Mabel. "What are you planning?" I ask with a sly brow.

"Just do it, okay?" she hastily says.

"Okay, I'll go ask Wendy to take Stan and Soos somewhere." I walk over to the door, and right as I'm about to leave, Mabel calls out to me.

"Hey Dipper, what did Wendy say last night?"

I froze, and slowly turned to my sister, frantically trying to think of something believable to say.

"Uhh, you know." I awkwardly tell her, "I just told her we were playing around and we weren't doing anything."

"And she believed you?" Mabel inquired.

"Yeah." I say without giving too many details about the night. I walk out of the attic and head downstairs to find Wendy sitting at the table in the lounge room, reading a magazine. I stand in front of her and give a cough to let her know I'm there. She looks up from the magazine and smiles.

"Hey Dip, what's up?" she casually asks.

"Hi Wendy. Um, so, Mabel wants to do something with me today. You know, do something. And I was hoping that-"

"Say no more man," Wendy cuts me off, "I'll take everyone out for the day."

"Thanks Wendy." I sigh. She gets up and walks into the gift shop, and with a quick breath to get psyche myself up, I head upstairs to the attic. I walk through the door to find Mabel sitting on her bed waiting for me. She motions for me to sit next to her, to which I gladly do.

"So, what did you want to do today?" I ask Mabel, still unsure if I want an answer.

"Well, Dipper," Mabel says, sounding a bit nervous herself, "I need to tell you something." I remain silent and let her speak. She takes in a deep breath before talking. "I have always had this interest for diapers.

"What do you mean Mabel?" I ask her.

"I mean like, have you heard of adult babies?" she asks me. I had heard of them before, and have even looked into the subject, but I never told anyone.

"Yes?" I reply.

"Well, sometimes I just wonder what it would be like to take care of a baby, and sometimes I even think of you being in a diaper."

"What?! Me?" I inquire, a little shocked by her confession.

"Yeah, I thought you'd look kind of cute in a diaper." she says, looking down in embarrassment.

"So you're telling me..." I pause to collect my thoughts, "That you want to put me in a diaper?"

"Well, yeah. I want to take care of you Dipper. I always have." she says softly, "And this way, you'll be able to be my baby."

I thought about it for a while. I never actually thought about it before, but being in a diaper doesn't sound so bad. Wait, what am I thinking?! I sound like a perverted freak! Oh, but it looks like this is something she really wants to do. Maybe I should.

"Well, it sounds like this is something you really want to do, so I'm on board." I tell her. She smiles widely and rushes out of the room, only to return with a diaper, changing mat, and baby cream.

"Okay, lie down on this." Mabel says after she unfolds the mat onto the bed. I lay down on my back and Mabel lifts my legs up to my chest, pulling my pants off my legs, and then my boxers. She then lifts my butt up and places the diaper under me. I feel the soft material of the diaper as she pulls it up over my crotch and fastens the bands on the sides. When she's done, I'm only wearing a diaper, and my shirt.

"What do you think?" Mabel asks me. I look down at my diaper, and check out my back side.

"I think I like it." I say. She smiles at my remark.

"Okay, now, you are my baby, and I am your mommy. So you have to obey your mommy, alright?" she says, obviously enjoying this.

"Yes mommy." I say in a slightly babyish voice. I don't know why I'm going along with this, usually I'm very awkward about us doing anything, but this just feels, good.

"Come on baby, it's feeding time." Mabel says as she grabs my hand and leads me downstairs. In the kitchen, Mabel sits me down and starts spoon feeding me some baby food. It doesn't taste very nice, but I eat it anyway. I was hungry. Then, Mabel took me into the lounge room, and she sat down in Stan's chair, sitting me on her lap. I watch her take her top off, and fix her hair.

"What are you doing Mabel?" I ask her, looking at her pink bra.

"I need to breast feed my baby." she replies like it's a normal thing to do.

"What?! Breast feed?!" I squeak.

"Yes, now suck." Mabel says as she shoves one of her bare breasts into my mouth. I start to suck and Mabel lets out a small moan of satisfaction. I then feel the milk trickling into my mouth. I start drinking it, sucking and swallowing, all the while thinking: I can't believe this is happening. I find myself to be thinking that a lot recently.

Once I'm finished with Mabel's first breast, I move onto the second, emptying it completely before pulling my head away from her chest.

"There, now doesn't that feel better?" she coyly asks me. I just nod my head, unsure of what to say, mostly out of fear. But she seemed to know what she was doing. Mabel let me go, and allowed me to crawl around on the ground, and watch TV. Every now and again she would pull me in for a hug, and I really didn't mind. I guess I kind of liked the attention. That, or I'm getting used to how things work around here now, what with us being together.

Before long, I started to feel pressure build in my bladder, telling me I needed to use the bathroom, bad.

"Mabel?" I ask, pulling on the arm of her sweater, "can I quickly go to the bathroom?" She looks at me like I'm being stupid.

"That's what you diaper is for!" she says to me. Oh man, she really excepts me to use it, doesn't she?

"Oh, alright." I say as I get onto my knees. Mabel positions herself in the seat to watch me. I give her a quick look, and relax. Suddenly, my diaper begins filling up, producing a warm, heavy feeling. Nothing like anything I'd felt before. When I'm done, I look back to Mabel, who had been watching me.

"Well done baby." she congratulates me.

"Can you change me now?" I asks a bit awkwardly.

"No no, not until you fill it up." Mabel declares, "I'll wait until you mess it." Oh gosh she want me to... poop in it too.

I sit back down on the floor, feeling the warmth in my diaper start to cool down. We watch TV a little while longer, then I started feeling like I needed to poop. I tried to hold t in as long as I can, but after twenty minutes I just couldn't.

"Mabel, I need to go number two." I say.

"Go on." she expectantly says. I get back onto my knees and place my hands on the floor for stability. I push hard, and I start to feel a hot mass fill into the back of my diaper. It falls into my seat and I feel it against my cheeks. I sit up again and place my hand on my butt, feeling the poop in my diaper.

"Can I be changed now?" I ask Mabel.

"Okay, but first," she says with an evil grin, "sit down."

I can't believe what I'm hearing. But, even though I don't want to sit, it'll get me out of this diaper faster. So I decide to do it. I position my body so my arms and legs are holding my butt just off the ground. I then slowly lower myself and I feel it start to squish into my crack. It's a very weird feeling. Once I'm all the way down, Mabel finally decides to take me back upstairs for a change.

She leads me back into the attic, making my walk with a full diaper, and lays me down on the changing mat. She takes off my old diaper, wipes me down, and puts my boxers back on, as well as my pants.

"So, how was that Dipper?" Mabel asks me when I sit up.

"Very weird. But, I sort of liked it." I said anxiously.

"Good." she said and pecked me gently on the cheek, "Because I have more planned." I gulp. She then walks slowly out the room, leaving me to wonder:

What could possibly happen next?

Okay guys, that's a new chapter. And I know, this one was VERY different. I understand some people might not have liked it, and other might. If you didn't, don't worry, I probably won't do this again. I just wanted to mix it up. As always, any ideas, let me know. Thanks for reading!