A/N A Buffy The Vampire Slayer fanfic (based on the 1997-2003 TV series). Amy Madison is a blonde portrayed by Elizabeth Anne Allen; Buffy Summers is portrayed by Sarah Michelle Gellar, from approximately season one. My sixth and newest fanfiction.
It's a bright, sunny Saturday morning in Sunnydale, California. The start of the school year in late August. Buffy Summers, the girl chosen to be the vampire or demon slayer for the town, has gathered up all of her money into her purse. Her mission? Known only to herself. Her destination? Any place but where she was now. Her stomach trembled with nervous anticipation as she walked toward the door.
"Mom, I'll see you later!", Buffy said as she walked out the front door. Finding her mom's car, she put the key in the ignition, and backed out of the driveway. Scanning the street as she drove a few miles, she settled on a pharmacy that she knew none of her family shopped at. "I sure hope Giles doesn't frequent this place," she thought as she pulled into the parking lot of an older mom and pop drugstore in downtown Sunnydale.
Walking in briskly, a bell rattled on the door. Buffy felt like she was back in the 1950s. "Hi there, sweetie! How may we help you?" a kindly older woman in her fifties asked the nervous 16 year old cheerleader. Buffy sucked her breath in sharply. "Um, yeah. Where is your baby or diaper aisle, please?"
"It's toward the back, on the right hand side, dearie. There's a sign above each row of shelves." Buffy noded mutely as she walked past the cash register to grab a shopping basket. And on toward the diaper aisle, she went. Looking around to make sure no one she knew was nearby, Buffy carefully studied multiple packages of teen-sized diapers and also maxi pads. Finding a cheap package of 22 generic diapers and also some pads for her time of the month, she then glanced around for baby accessories. She was surprised at the variety of items, for such a small store. Eventually, she took a pair of pink pacifiers and a 3-pack of white baby bottles with fast-flow nipples.
Finding her way back toward the front of the store, Buffy saw a old fashioned soda fountain and a counter with barstools. Suddenly, she was seized with a craving for an italian soda. Setting her basket aside, Buffy made herself comfortable. "Mint, chocolate chip-flavor, please!" The soda jerk asked her if she wanted anything else, all the while observing the contents of her basket. "Uh, yes. Whipped cream, please," Buffy added, while trying to get her mind off her current predicament, if only for a few minutes. She enjoyed her treat for several minutes. Stifling a small burp, she wiped her mouth, and quickly grabbed the basket.
Finally making her way back to the cashier, she nervously set each item on the counter. "Oh, don't worry, honey. We see this stuff every week. Are you sure you want the package of bigger diapers?" Getting her wits about her, Buffy said: "Yes, I'm shopping for two, today. My grandma and a girl I'll be babysitting next week." The clerk nodded with understanding, while giving an aside glance toward an even older gentleman, whom Buffy believed to be her husband. "That will be $46.97, with tax." She was more than happy to take out her wallet, and hand over some cash. Taking her change, she ran outside into the fresh air and to her mom's car as rapidly as possible. "Excuse me, young lady! But you forgot your purchase.", the old man said, smiling and holding up a double plastic sack. Buffy smacked her forehead at her own forgetfulness, so nervous was she to leave the area. Walking back to the door, she smiled gingerly and thanked him.
Loading her sack into the back seat, she hopped into the driver's seat and struggled to activate the ignition. Fumbling with the keys, Buffy almost dropped them, until, at last, she turned the key and the engine roared as she applied too much pressure to the gas pedal. Backing out and leaving the parking lot she turned on the radio and let out a noisy fart, a souvenir of her soda.
Arriving at home, Buffy ran to the back door with her treats, and made her way upstairs to her bedroom without being caught by her mother Joyce, who was distracted by a conversation with her watcher, Giles. After safely hiding the bag in her closet-not on the top shelf, mind you-she caught her breath, and collapsed onto her bed. The stress was twisting her stomach into knots as she lay back on her pillow. "Being a slayer isn't bad enough..." she said aloud to herself. Buffy slept until she ws awoken by her mom, who knocked on her door, and finding no answer, roused her daughter from a deep slumber.
"Dinner time, Buffy. Wake up!" Joyce said as she shook Buffy awake. "What? Um, oh. hi!", the groggy girl said as she rubbed her eyes. "Remember, you have cheerleading practice tomorrow after school." Slowly comming to her senses, Buffy took forever to remember anything at all. Once her mind rebooted, she said: "Oh, yeah. Amy told me yesterday after classes. I think. What day is it, anyway?" Joyce dismissed the query as she yanked her daughter off the bed and pulled her out the doorway toward the stairs.
Once in the dining room, Joyce served up a delectable dinner of hamburgers, tater tots, and cold milk. "Tonight, I have a PTA meeting. I sure hope you haven't caused any new mischief this month.", she sternly warned Buffy. "Well, I'm the slayer! What do you expect, Mom?" she sarcastically spat back. "Get your homework done, instead of hanging out at The Bronze. I mean it! Where did you go today, anyway?"
Buffy swallowed hard, and tried to come up with a nice excuse. "I was just out for a change of scenery, and some fresh air."
The next week, she resumed her classes for her Sophomore year at Sunnydale High School. Willow and Zander were at their lockers, talking about the new school year. Soon, Amy, one of the recent alternates on the cheer squad, walked by them. "Hi Buffy! Welcome back! I can't wait to taste your mom's new chocolate brownie recipe." Buffy smiled back at her as she told the gang, "Later guys. We're going to home room before we meet with the cheer coach about the practice and game schedules." Willow was amused. "Buffy as a cheerleader? I never thought I'd see that."
"Miss Summers, a word with you please?" Principal Snyder commanded quickly. "What is it now?", Buffy wondered. "I don't want any trouble from you this year. You and those other kids you always seem to be around. I heard you burned your whole school down in Los Angeles." "An urban legend, Principal Snyder! May we go now?" He gave both Amy and Buffy a stern glance as they looked at the school's trophy case. From a small cheerleading championship trophy in the middle shelf, a pair of human eyes darted back and forth as a muffled voice pleaded for help, the abusive mother trapped within on the edge of death from starvation, with wet, soiled clothing adding to her misery.
"Remember how your mom disapeared recently?" Buffy asked Amy. "I don't miss her at all. I'm glad she's not around to hurt me now. I don't think we'll need to worry about her for awhile." Buffy shook her head. "I wonder what happened to her?" she said. They walked away to class. Giles came out from the library to warn Buffy of new vampire activity in town. "Buffy, it's gotten worse over the summer. The Hellmouth has enlarged to an unprecedented -"
"Hey, Giles? See this uniform? I don't care about that! Let me be a normal kid. Just for one week, please? It's the 12th day of school, for crying out loud!" He frowned at both of them. Exchanging "high fives" with Amy, they left an annoyed Giles behind as they went into homeroom.
"Now what was that about? Hellmouth?" Amy whispered as both girls sat in the back row. Buffy groaned and rolled her eyes. "It's a long story." She spoke softly, under her breath. All she wanted to do was get the day over with, so she could start cheerleading. She pondered if she should try what she had in mind, which involved her recent visit to the drugstore.
At lunch period, Buffy entered the cafeteria and quickly spotted Willow, Sunnydale's resident witch-in-training, and Zander, the Zeppo, the loser of the school. "Hi Larry! Looking Cro Mag as usual," he addressed a varsity letter jacket-clad bully. Buffy jogged toward them, shoving Larry against a soda machine in the process. "Get lost, creep!" A cold can clattered into the dispenser. "Oooooh, diet!" she happily exclaimed. "Well, here we are! Another school year. I wonder what this semester will bring? Vampires or demons?" Willow asked. "What does Giles have to say? Is Mr. Pointy nice and sharp, Buffy?", an embarrassed Zander asked. Buffy couldn't wait for her day to end.
Hours later, classroom time finally ended, and Buffy was free to visit her locker for her necessary books. She had some homework to do before the next cheerleading session. The first game of the football season was on September 9th, against the San Francisco Golden Gates, a high school team known for its 15 game winning streak over the previous two years. "It wiil be an exciting game.", she thought. Slamming her locker closed, she walked off with a frown; she just wanted to get home. Getting off the school bus 45 minutes later, she brought her backpack inside and greeted her mom.
"Hi mom! I'm back!" Joyce smiled warmly. "So how was your day, honey?" "Oh, god! They assign so much homework. I can't wait for the game tonight! Macho, Macho, Man!" she oddly sang as she danced around in her uniform. "Can you please do me a favor, Mom? Can you take me by Amy's house? It would save her a trip. Her dad must work late tonight."
"Sure dear. What does Amy like? Chocolate brownies? I'll be sure to bake some for this weekend" "Yeah. Her dad has been smothering her with love and major daughter time ever since her mom disappeared last week." Joyce gave Buffy a very dirty look. "Hey don't blame me! Catherine The Great had no one to blame but herself. Good riddance." Taking her books upstairs, Buffy found her room-and remembered the infantile items inside her closet.
First to come out was the diapers. Sitting down on her bed, she slowly removed her panties. She took out a diaper and unfolded it. Carefully examining it, she found the tapes, and gave it a deep sniff. "Just like baby powder." Sliding her first diaper under her butt cheeks, she fastened both tapes, before stretching out on the bed. Enjoying the soft, fluffy feeling under her bottom, Buffy was in baby heaven, after taking a pacifier out and poping it into her mouth. She straightened her skirt and just lay there, in her cheerleading uniform and diaper, thinking of the night to come. She passed some time studying her American Liturature book, until dinner time.
After the dishes were cleared, Joyce drove Buffy over to Amy's house at 6:30 PM. Amy walked out with a smile on her face, looking just as radiant as Buffy in her new cheerleading uniform. They arrived at the football field just minutes before kickoff. "Good luck, girls!" Joyce said before parking her car and buying a ticket for the game. Finding their side of the field. Amy and Buffy were issued their pon poms by the equipment manager. The game began with a thuderous roar from the crowd. During the second quarter, Buffy had to bend over to tie her shoelaces. Glancing over, Amy spotted the unmistakable sight of a disposable diaper. "What on Earth? Buffy needs Pampers while cheering?", she thought as she gasped and stared in disbelief. "Time to have a talk with that girl!"
At halftime, all the cheerleaders ran back to the locker room for some rest, while their coach laid out a list of cheers for the second half. Summoning her courage, Amy tapped Buffy firmly on the shoulder. The slayer turned her head with a start, widening her eyes at the sudden intrusion into her thoughts. "Hey Buffy, the potty's over there, in case you forgot where it was this summer." she whispered. Amy then pointed down to Buffy's miniskirt as privately as possible. A sad pout formed on her lips, and her cheeks puffed outward, as she suppressed the urge to cry. "Hey, hey! It's OK. I saw when you tied your shoes earlier. I promise I won't tell anyone." Buffy buried her face in her hands in shock and shame. Afterward, the game proceeded normally with Sunnydale beating S.F. 24-13, ending the Golden Gates' winning streak. Buffy needed changing after wetting herself heavily during the fourth quarter.
After the game, Joyce brought the girls back to her house, inviting Amy to stay the weekend. Entering Buffy's bedroom, Amy obviously said, "So Buffy, is there anything you'd like to tell me about tonight? I know what I saw, I've babysat before. Last week, as a matter of fact." A defeated Buffy shook her head, and began to spill her guts, as long as it was just the two of them. Amazingly, Joyce hadn't found out about her daughter's secret yet. Buffy let out a deep sigh, as she uptaped her wet diaper. Stepping into her bathroom, she dried off. Coming out, she exposed her naked buttocks to Amy as she searched for a dry pair of underwear. She was going to make her wait for an answer. Examining herself in the mirror at length, she turned around to face her companion.
"It's a long story. I just always wanted to be a baby. All this stress I have to deal with. Remember what you heard about the Hellmouth?" Buffy said to an astonished Amy. "Diapers aren't even my biggest secret.", she said while taking out her wooden stake and showing it to Amy. "Vampires are in town. I'm the slayer." Amy slowly began to understand. "So, do you mean . . . you wear Pampers . . . off the field then, as well?" a nervous Amy slowly let her words come forth. In response, Buffy walked over to her closet, reached into the package, and held up one diaper. "Yes, whenever it's convienient for me. I know where I can find more of these, if you're interested in this." Somehow, Buffy read Amy's tone as "I want to wear diapers too! Please?!" She saw the curious look in her eyes. "We'll discuss these in the morning, OK? I need to sleep. The couch is made-up downstairs. Good night, Amy." Buffy held up a pacifier to show her. She then returned her pacifier to her mouth and dozed off quickly.
Walking downstairs, Amy encountered Joyce in the living room as she finished adjusting two pillows on her couch. "Oh hi Amy!" she said cheerfully to her house guest. "Thanks, Mrs. Summers. You're the best." As Joyce bid her a pleasant evening, Amy pulled a thick pink blanket over her shoulders, and thought, "If only you knew about us!" She was giddy with excitement at the idea of wearing Pampers again, and hoped she had enough money.
The next morning, Buffy drove Amy out for some "fresh air" while contemplating what she would say next. Getting out of the car, Buffy pointed the way to their safe haven, Sunnydale's Grace and James's Drugs and Sundries, in business since 1957. Buffy practically had to drag Amy inside. Of course, Amy had to look all over, to be sure they weren't being followed by anyone they knew. Buffy rubbed her back, accidentally causing Amy to burp. "Excuse me!" she said.
As they walked into the drugstore, Buffy reassured her. "Don't worry, Amy. These guys are cool. It's nothing new to them." Amy marveled at the old-time ambiance of the room. "Back so soon?" the male proprieter asked Buffy. Blushing, Buffy spoke up: "This time, she needs help with something. She's a baby sitter, too." she said as she gestured toward Amy. "This is my friend Amy. Where was the baby area? The man's wife pointed to the back. "To the right," she said. "Oh, yes. Come on, Amy" Buffy had to drag her by the arm, as Amy looked behind herself, again. "Here it is, the diaper aisle! Buffy said triumphantly. Amy's knees shook with fear and nervousness.
Showing her a package of diapers, Buffy explained, "These are what I wear. Nice and cheap, and just as useful as Pampers are. I think these would fit you very well. Just think of the convienience during games." Amy thought for a moment, and smiled. "OK, you've got me! I'll try wearing them." Buffy also showed her the toddler accessory section, Amy picked out a multi pack of brightly-colored size 3 pacifiers, for children 36 months and older.
Again heading out to the front counter, Buffy noticed the teenage soda jerk giving her a smile. Two girls buying the same items, and only several days apart. This was no coincidence. His pants bulged outward noticeably at the thought of both cute girls using their diapers and pacifiers. "Mint chocolate chip, again babe?" he asked her, loudly. Buffy fumed silently, "If only he was a vampire!"
Ringing up Amy's purchase, the woman said, "Is this going to be a costume party for Halloween? You must tell me how it goes, dearie. Thanks for your continued business. Come again real soon!" Amy blushed bright red. "Uh, thanks. Appreciate it." She lowered her head in shame as they departed. Outside, both girls did their best to breathe deeply while composing themselves before going back to Buffy's house. "So how do you plan on hiding this little habit of yours from your mom? And what about . . . me?" Said Buffy: "For as long as possible. My mom won't be home while she's at work. There's a back door."
Arriving home on Saturday morning, Buffy parked the car and led Aamy around the back. Quickly opening the door, they ran inside with Amy's new accessories. She promptly followed Buffy up the stairs to her room, putting her stuff inside Buffy's closet quietly. "Whew! Now I can finally relax." The slayer invited her to take a seat at her desk, while she sat on her bed. "Well, so much for round one. Now we're both in the same boat. I won't tell on you, if you won't tell on me!"
Amy smiled. "Uh, thanks Buffy, for everything. You're a real friend. Maybe tonight before bed, we can put on diapers." Buffy agreed. "Sure! Since we'll both be sleeping in tomorrow. My mom isn't big on church. I wonder who will need to be changed first?" Amy laughed heartily at the question. After an hour of idle talk about anything but diapers. Buffy checked her clock, and noted the hour. "It's 9:35. We had better get ready for bed." She began unfolding her diaper for the evening, when, suddenly, the door flew open, as Joyce wished to remind Buffy that Giles wanted to talk with her at school on Monday about helping out at the school's upcoming bookfair.
There was no time to hide anything. Buffy froze in fear as her mom saw what was in her hands. Joyce stood in the doorway, shocked at the scene in front of her. "Buffy Anne Summers! Is that . . . is that a diaper? Why?!" Amy came to the rescue. "Mrs. Summers, please! Don't be angry at her. Sometimes cheerleaders, well . . . they need extra help during games. May I show you something?", Amy spoke as she glanced back toward Buffy. "Go ahead, Amy. Please do." With that, she went back into Buffy's closet, and revealed Buffy's open package of Pampers. "We got these at the store recently. The locker room toilets need some repairs, and, well . . . We both decided to get some of these."
Joyce bought it. "If that's what you say, then, I guess I can understand." Surveying the room, Joyce spied Buffy's pacifier, but said nothing. "Buffy, do you want mommy to put that on you for the night?" "OK, yes Mom." Buffy gave in, with tears dripping down her cheeks. Joyce agreed to help Amy, as well. "First I'll put a diaper on Buffy, then on you, OK sweetie?" Buffy was having a nightmare. "Some slayer I am! My mom's putting a diaper on me for the first time in years." she thought as the tapes were fastened. Amy was growing more ashamed by the minute. "Don't worry! I'll get it right. It's like riding a bicycle. Some things, I never forget. I know what I'm doing." Next, Amy lay down on Buffy's bed as she stood to the side watching. Her bare crotch was exposed as Joyce brought the diaper up over her front end, and fastened the tapes. "Are you enjoying this, Buffy?" she asked as Buffy's mom smiled in her direction. Soon both turned in for the night, as Joyce led Amy down to the couch and even tucked her in, her maternal instincts in full force.
The next morning, Joyce shook Buffy awake, but not before reaching between her legs and feeling her diaper to check if it was wet. "Mrrummph! Wha-? M - Mom?" Joyce smiled down at Buffy. "Welcome to the land of the living, sleepyhead. I need to grab one of your diapers. You're wet." Buffy groaned and rolled her eyes upward at the intrusion into her privacy. Taking out a diaper, Joyce ordered Buffy to lie back down with her legs spread wide. "Mom, why can't I just-? She was having none of it. "Look, you already own these, so you might as well get used to wearing them. I won't let good diapers go to waste!" Unfastening the tapes, Joyce quickly removed her daughter's damp diaper. Drying her off with some baby wipes from the bathroom, Buffy was instructed to roll over as the fresh diaper was placed behind her, and then her butt went right on top of her diaper. "I just diapered you in front of Amy last night. What's your problem?"
"I know, but two diapers in a row?" Joyce was unmoved. "But this is the closest we've been since you were little, Buffy. The more you wear these, the easier it well become, honey." Officially changed, Buffy sat up and followed her mommy down for breakfast. The smell of maple syrup and french toast permeated the dining room as they entered. "Good morning, Buffy!" Amy coo'd at her friend dressed in nothing more than a t shirt and diaper, with socks. She took note of the pouty expression on her face. "Don't feel so bad. Your mom checked my diaper too. I don't need changing-yet."
Joyce burped both Buffy and Amy while they ate. Neither realized it, but Joyce already understood their desires to be babied. Joyce changed Amy an hour after breakfast, while she and Buffy studied for an important US history test. She took a trip to the store later that afternoon, and visited the baby area. A bell jingled as the door swung open. The owners read the nervous expression on Joyce's face. "In back, and to the right!", the kind woman told her. "I wonder who they are?", she thought while observing a photograph on the wall, above the candy display case. Nearby, a shelf held some Sunnydale High yearbooks, among them the year 1955. Music from the mid 1950s played on a record player.
In early October, Homecoming week arrived. The whole school was ecstatic over the festivities to come. Even Giles helped decorate a truck for the annual parade, while serving as part of the faculty contingent toward the back end. He finally left the library, for once. Buffy didn't dare try for Homecoming Court, not with her reputation. Amy felt it wasn't worth it, either. They nevertheless enjoyed the shortened school day. After the parade finished, they both went out for lunch at, well, you know where. The drugstore with it's vintage soda fountain also had a lunch counter. Amy ordered a hot dog combo, while Buffy ordered a double cheeseburger with french fries. The same soda jerk was also a short order cook. He smiled knowingly at the cheerleaders, but was disappointed to find they weren't wearing diapers.
Buffy glared at him, as he whispered threateningly to her, "Don't walk away from me, bitch!" After paying for their food, the cook and his somewhat older girlfriend-where did she suddenly come from?- walked into the storage room out back, and disappeared in front of Buffy's eyes. She saw that the older girl was wearing a 1950s-vintage full dress, circa 1955. A photograph fell off the wall above the candy display case. The female proprietor, Amanda, picked it up, and shed a tear in remembrance. "That was my uncle, James. He killed himself in the band room over some teacher who rejected him decades ago. They're who my dad named this place after." Buffy and Amy gasped in recognition, as the hairs stood up on the back of their necks. They left as soon as possible.
The air was unusually crisp and breezy for a fall evening in California. Buffy and Amy took the field for the Homecoming game in their bright gold and red uniforms, their diapers crinkling underneath. Waving their pon poms, they smiled broadly at the crowd. As the band struck up the Sunnydale High fight song, Amy felt a cramp in her stomach. She could guess what was going to happen eventually. She hoped her diaper wouldn't leak. As the game wore on the air grew colder, tightening the interior muscles of both girls. Amy could feel her butt getting fuller. Buffy looked over, and saw the pained, distracted look on her face. A fart slowly began to escape her rectum, as Amy set her feet, and also spread her legs apart. With no other place to go, Amy had no choice. The inevitable release of poop occured, accompanied by a long, loud fart. The smell in the air quickly found its way over to the other girls. Amy stared straight at Buffy with an apologetic look upon her face, as Buffy waved her hand in front of her nose. "Buffy! Was that you?" Cordelia asked loudly. "No, not me!" Buffy spoke defensively. She blew a kiss toward Amy, showing no ill will to her.
"Well, at least now I can feel better!", Amy thought as her diaper sagged underneath her skirt. At the end of the game, Buffy wet her diaper, relieved that her changing could be handled at home by her mom, without too much hassle. All the cheerleaders ran off the field as Amy struggled with her full diaper. Tearing it off outside the locker room and throwing it into a nearby trash can, she improvised by runing into the nearest bathroom stall. Carefully, she wiped her rear end with as much toilet paper as possible, then exited to find her panties in her locker, feigning difficulty trying them back on, so as not to arouse suspicion amongst the other girls. Buffy walked by, and held up two fingers, while Amy did the same, code for her messy accident.
Stepping back outside in their street clothes, both girls suddenly confronted a group of vampires. Buffy sprang into action, tossing Amy an extra stake that she kept in the locker room. Pulling Mr. Pointy out of her side pocket, she stabbed two vampires without a thought, with rookie Amy stabbing her stake just a little too low on one of them. "OK, I get it! You're evil!" Buffy sarcastically spoke to the undead college student in front of her. With one thrust, he turned into a skeleton and collapsed into a pile of dust. Zander, Willow and Giles caught up to them just a little too late to render assistance. "Buffy, are you OK?" Giles asked as the last vampire disentegrated. "Even at Homecoming," Willow spoke, somewhat surprised at the incident.
"Fast, and hard, like you really mean it!" Buffy reminded her. "It's your life. These guys can get very dangerous," she gasped, her fatigue compounded by the night's physical activity. "You're the expert, I guess." Amy responded. Buffy then explained to the group, "I've been teaching her lately! I don't want to carry the burden all by myself. I feel Amy has great potential as a slayer." Neither girl wore a diaper at that moment, making their cohorts none the wiser about their infantile interests.
Joyce gave both girls a ride home, before dropping Amy back at her father's residence on Sunday night. Amy smiled and waved goodbye, flashing her pacifier to Buffy and Joyce, as she placed it in her mouth, a cute bright green one. Buffy was very surprised. "Oh don't act like you don't know, you big baby!" her mom chided her lovingly. "I've got your bed all ready for tonight and a diaper set right next to it. I also rinsed off one of your pacifiers, Buffy. Enjoy the baby bottle I got for you earlier, too."
"MOM-! You actually bought me a baby bottle?" Joyce nodded. "Feeding time, Buffy!"
And Buffy lived with the knowledge that she could be the slayer, and also the little girl she always wanted to be.
THE END