Susan was a kind 38 year-old woman. She had a simple life, a simple routine. Every day at 8:00 AM, she would exercise at the local athletic center. She'd be home at 10:00 to work on her novel, take a lunch break at 12:00, then work some more, usually until her now 16 year-old daughter, Jane, got home from school, around 3:20.
She truly cherished the time she had with her daughter, as her husband Don passed away before Jane was born. She loved her daughter more than life itself, but sometimes worried if she had sheltered her too much.
She never went out with friends or did what she assumed most other teenage girls did. She was always either shut up in her room playing her video games or watching movies with her mother. Susan felt bad for her, especially since summer vacation was coming very soon, and Jane spent the entire summer the previous year in solitude.
She never texts anyone, never talks about boys, never talks about anything really, unless someone talked to her first. Susan worried about her daughter not having any friends, but remembered her own mother being very intrusive on her social life growing up, and wasn't about to call out her own daughter on being a loner. Her daughter was the last thing she had, and she wasn't going to let anything ruin that relationship.
(now with all that exposition out of the way)
The real story begins on the morning of Jane's last day of school for her sophomore year. Susan went into Jane's bedroom at 6:30 to wake her up as she usually did (Jane said she preffered waking to her mother's gentle voice, rather than the 'BEEP BEEP BEEP' of an alarm clock).
On this day, Susan noticed Jane must have been tossing and turning more than usual that night. Her blanket was all messed up, she was on her stomach, one arm was bent awkwardly under her pillow, and her mouth was slightly open, allowing a dab of drool to slide down her face. But the thing that caught Susan's eye on this particular day, was the white underwear Jane was wearing. She looked closer at it as if to confirm she was seeing what she was seeing. Her daughter was definitely wearing a diaper!
For a moment, she was unsure what to do.
"Oh my," she thought to herself, "What now? Should I cover her with the blanket and pretend I never saw this? If I tell her I know will she be so embarrassed she won't want to talk to me? Why is she even wearing these? Does she have some kind of secret bed-wetting problem? Or does she just…like wearing diapers? Do other people do this? Ok, ok Susan, calm down. Just ease her awake, and let her know you love her no matter what. This will be ok as long as you do that."
With a soft pat to the head, Jane groggily awoke from her sweet, sweet slumber. When she slowly rolled over to stretch, the soft crinkle of her diaper reminded her what she was wearing. Her face turned beat red as she started searching for the covers, but it was too late. She began stuttering, trying to find an explanation so her mom wouldn't think she was some kind of weirdo, but to her surprise, her mom was smiling.
"It's ok sweetie, it's really ok. I don't know why you're wearing these, but I don't need to know. We can talk about this later, if you want. For now, just get ready for school. It's the last day, remember?"
Tired, shocked, and a bit confused, Jane agreed and sat up for a moment to gather her thoughts.
"Oh man! Oh man! She found out! I can't believe she found out! Can't believe I was stupid enough to let this happen! Figures, I spend the last two years reading and looking at pictures of diapers and then the one time I decide to finally try one on, I fall asleep in it and get caught!" She looked down at her padded waist, "well, they are pretty comfy after all…maybe I'll wait 'til after breakfast to take it off"
She pulled her pajama pants on over the diaper and kept it on until it was time for her shower. After her shower, Jane looked back at the diaper, which she had carefully slipped off, since she had yet to use it for it's intended purpose. She wondered if it would fit under her normal clothes. She tried it on under a pair of jeans. It was pretty tight, and she wasn't sure if it was very conspicuous either. She tried a skirt, and it worked pretty well, actually. She wondered if she dared to go to school with a diaper on.
Then she thought, "Well, no one ever hardly talks to or even looks at me. If I'm careful, I could probably get away with it…"
When she got in the car so her mom could drive her to school, she noticed the soft crinkling sound her undergarment had made. She was fairly certain her mother heard it too. It was a pretty quiet car ride that day. Just as they pulled in front of the school, Susan gave Jane the usual "Love you! Have a good day!"
But this time she added, "And Jane…This thing of yours…it's not something to be concerned about, is it? Like medically, I mean?"
Jane just blushed and shook her head no.
"OK…well, let's talk about it at dinner, OK?"
Jane just turned away and began walking toward the school.
"I love you!", Susan repeated.
"Love you too!", Jane answered, as she walked away, into what may be the most embarrassing day of her life.
...
Jane could barely focus on her final exams. She was sure her face was red the whole day.
"I can't believe I did this!", she thought, "How could I wear a diaper to school? And with nothing but a skirt to cover it up! I must be crazy! This is the dumbest thing I've ever done. I'm gonna get caught. There's no way I can get through the whole day like this."
She glanced at the clock. Only fifteen minutes left 'til lunch. And she wasn't even halfway done!
"God! Ok, ok, just calm down. Focus. No one can see up my skirt right now. No one's even paying attention to me (as usual)."
As she tried to fill in the "C" bubble on her answer sheet, she stupidly dropped her pencil. It flew out of her hand and rolled under the desk in front of her.
"Damnit!", she scolded in her head, "why do these things always seem to want to escape? Why can't I hold on to a tiny piece of wood for God's sake!"
She almost bent down to grab it, but stopped suddenly when she heard that familiar crinkling noise. She froze, unsure if anyone around had heard it.
Her heart was racing, what could she do? That was her only pencil, and she couldn't reach it without bending over and exposing her padded backside to someone sitting behind her. She decided to try asking the person in front of her to get it for her.
"Psst, hey, Jason?"
"Yeah?", he whispered.
"Can you get my pencil for me? Please?", she pointed under his desk, directing him to said pencil.
He reached down to get it, his head becoming parallel with Jane's skirt. She suddenly began to blush furiously at the thought of him accidentally peeking up her skirt, and moved her hands to her lap quickly to prevent this horrific scenario. As he handed it to her, he noticed her blushing and handed her the pencil as gently as he could, so as not to further fluster her.
"Thanks!", she blurted as she immediately plucked the pencil from his hand and darted her eyes back down to the paper.
"Does she…like me or something? Or does she think I'm some kind of pervert? What an odd girl.", Jason thought.
"God, why am I so awkward?", Jane thought as she mentally face palmed.
"…she is kind of cute, though…"
Around this time, Susan had just gotten home from the gym. Ever since she lost her husband, she's relied on herself for a sense of security and staying physically in shape helped her feel strong.
"Being a single mother sure isn't easy.", she thought.
As she pulled out her laptop, she had a sudden idea. She pulled up the Google search engine (cause who the hell uses Bing, amiright?), and tried typing in a few different key words, like "teens wearing diapers?" and "teen baby". She got the most interesting results from typing "adult baby", which redirected her to something called paraphilic infantilism. It was some sort of condition, or rather, mindset, in which someone who either wants to feel like a child or missed out on a happy childhood and wants to live out one through fantasy, may perform infantile activities such as wearing and sometimes using diapers, drinking from baby bottles, sucking on pacifiers, sleeping in cribs, and playing with stuffed animals.
Most people with this sort of lifestyle have connected together through online social media, and formed a community known as the AB/DL community. AB stands for adult baby. Most people in this category act out infantile fantasies in real life and some even have "mommies" and/or "daddies" to take care of them and treat them accordingly.
DL stands for "diaper lover" and generally refers to those who simply prefer to wear diapers either because they are simply comfortable or for other practical reasons. For a small percentage, it can be considered a fetish, but not all of them are this way.
This was all a bit overwhelming for Susan at first.
"Could she be one of these AB/DL type people? I wonder if she's AB or DL…she does still sleep with her stuffed animal every night...oh well, I suppose there are much stranger things out there. And this doesn't seem relatively harmful in any way…the website says it's not something that needs to be cured or worried about…ok. At dinner tonight I'll let her know I'm completely fine with this…thing of hers. I'll make sure she knows I love her no matter what. I have to. She's all I have"
At school, Jane was making her way through the hall. The sounds of noisy jackass, testosterone-fueled maniacs were drowning out the crinkling of the diaper, thankfully. She stopped by her locker to get her lunch, then went into the bathroom to splash water on her face.
She began her pseudo-motivational speech to herself, "It's okay, Jane. You're okay. You just have to make it through lunch, then there's just one last exam before school's out.
Then I'll be safe at home—HOME! I forgot, mom's gonna have a-a-a talk with me about my biggest, most embarrassing secret EVER! God, I can't believe this is happening! Ugh—for now, I better just worry about not letting anyone see my diaper. As long as I don't bend over or stand near any fans or air conditioners, I should be fine."
She entered the cafeteria, which was just as loud as ever.
She went to the emptiest table near the back wall and sat by herself, as she did most days. She pulled a chocolate muffin out of her lunch bag, skipping the apple and the leftover ham sandwhich. She took a bite and pulled out her Nintendo 3DS and earbuds and started playing, ignoring the world around her. She had beaten this game multiple times before, and so effortlessly beat the final boss. As she watched the game's ending cutscene, she did what she always did out of habit when her mind wandered. She began absent-mindedly sucking on her thumb. That's when the worst possible thing that could have happened at that exact moment happened.
Christa Boles, the hottest, most self-absorbed she-bitch in the school ran her routine of making the less popular girls feel like shit. And she and her slut-possie were coming Jane's way…
"Hey, look girls! It's the thumb-sucker!"
"Oh God, Christa not today please…"
"No, no, really! You look cute, honest! Just like a baby! A dumb, ugly baby."
"Christa, leave me alone—"
"What? I'm sorry, I don't understand baby-talk", the cruel bitch said, as she took a large bite out of Jane's muffin. "We do this almost every day, but you still don't stop sucking your thumb. Have you considered buying a pacifier? Then you can just suck on your wittle binky instead!", she teased.
"Seriously, today is not the day, Christa.", Jane said half-heartedly, her self-esteem dying quickly.
"Oh, hush now, no one likes a fussy baby.
Seriously, though, if you're gonna be a weirdo and keep sucking your thumb like you do, you might as well be in diapers."
Jane was feeling a mixture of anger, crestfallenness, and embarrassment. She felt hot all over, like she wanted to punch this girl in the face, but was too afraid she might be right. Christa had no idea how right she was, but that didn't give her the right to be such an uppity bitch about it.
"Oh well, come on girls. Oops!", she said sarcastically, as she knocked Jane's 3DS out of her hands, making it clatter to the floor.
Jane was speechless. The anger gathered from two years of torment and bullying welled up within her. This was the last straw. NO ONE fuck's with Jane's 3DS.
She stood up and yelled, "Hey, come back here you ugly c*t-bag!"
Christa's eyes grew wide. Jane couldn't believe she had said it either. C*t-bag? Who the hell says that? Christa stormed back in Jane's direction.
"Excuse me? What did you just say to me?!"
"Uh-uh…", Jane had no idea. What now? A moment ago, she wanted to slap this whore, but now all she felt was dread for what was to come next.
"Maybe I—"
SLAP
Christa swiped Jane's face with the back of her hand.
Now Jane was on the verge of tears. She wished she could just undo this whole day. She wanted to be a mutant with teleportation powers, like Nightcrawler, so she could just vanish from the room at this moment. She didn't dare look Christa in the eyes now.
She'd never felt so distressed before. She thought she might faint.
That's when she heard a voice. A familiar voice, the voice of a boy.
"That's enough, Christa!"
It was Jason.
He saw Jane get slapped and ran to her rescue. How…sweet…
"What? You're defending her? Did you hear what she said to me?!", Christa fumed.
"Yeah, I heard what she said. And she's right. You are a c*t."
"Wha-guh-d-do you know who I am?!?"
"Yeah. I don't give a shit. Stay away from her you skank!"
"I-I'm gonna tell my boyfriend what that thing said to me," she said, referring to Jane, "and you're both gonna get it!"
"My dad's a police officer. If your dumbass boyfriend gets anywhere near me, OR her, he'll be in a hell of a lot more trouble."
"I—ju—grr!!", Christa turned on her heal and walked away, complaining to her friends about that "ugly thumb-sucker" and her "closet-homosexual boyfriend".
Jason nealed down to hand Jane her 3DS. "Here, you dropped this."
"Uh..thank you. Did the screens crack?"
"Um, no, but it looks like the game popped out."
"Great. I didn't get to save, either."
He searched the floor for the loose cartridge.
"Ah, here it is-oh, hey! Majora's Mask!"
"You know The Legend of Zelda?"
"You kidding? This is like, my favorite game!"
"Uhh…mine too…heh…"
They stopped for a moment to gaze longingly into each other's eyes, like the buck-toothed moron and the sparkly vampire in those crappy movies. Suddenly Jane didn't feel flustered anymore. She didn't want to be Invisible Woman or Nightcrawler anymore.
She wanted to stay right here with—
BBRRRRIIIIINNNGGGG*
The bell rang, as it was time for the final class of the school year.
"Oh, uh g-gotta go!", Jason said as he jogged to catch up with his geeky friends, who congratulated him down the hall, calling him "Super-man" and Christa "Killer Frost".
Jane sighed as the one good thing that had happened all day left her behind. It wasn't until she started walking that she remembered she was still wearing a diaper. And not only that, but the diaper felt different…like somehow it was slightly heavier…
"Oh my god…", she thought, "No way. I didn't—"
But she did, she knew as soon as she started walking. When Christa slapped her, all the stress, all the tension, it caused her to wet herself.
She wore her stocking cap and jacket with her hood up the rest of the day, as if covering her head would help her hide from the outside world. She spent her last exam of the day sitting very still, not daring to move even an inch in the silent classroom, lest her thickly padded and somewhat wet diaper crinkled a quite noticeable crinkle.
She made sure to hold her pencil very carefully this time. She tried to focus on the exam, but once again her mind wandered. Only this time, it wasn't the unusual garment between her legs that was causing the distraction. It was Jason. He was so heroic, and he seemed pretty nice, too. She wondered if maybe he liked her…all she knew at that moment, however, was that she wanted to speak to him again.
"…he was kind of cute, too…"
After a few hours of writing, Susan decided to take a break to think more about what she was going to say to Jane about the whole diaper situation.
She wondered where Jane even got the diapers. She allowed Jane to have an allowance for helping out around the house, but it was always in cash. Although she denied her allowance the last time, saying she really didn't need it…
Susan pulled up her Amazon account, which had her password and credit card number saved in it.
She checked her recent purchases to find that last week, Jane had indeed bought a "2-pack sample package of Abena Abri-form X-plus diapers". She looked over the page, seeing it was under $10, which would have been Jane's allowance for the week. She thought for a moment, then slid the mouse across the table, moving the cursor over "Add to Cart"…
As the final bell rang, everyone was scrambling to get out of the school and into the taste of sweet, sweet freedom. Or, shall we say, almost everyone. Jason was dragging his feet, hoping to catch a glimpse of the cute girl he's seen at lunch that day.
Jane was dragging her feet as well, partially for the same reason, though she really moved somewhat awkwardly in a soggy diaper. They met just before reaching the exit doors.
After a few nerdy-awkward helloes, Jane thanked him again for rescuing her from the evil she-bitch earlier that day, and Jason told her she could pay him back by allowing him to give her a ride home. She reluctantly accepted the offer, and they discussed The Legend of Zelda and Marvel Comics lore almost the whole ride.
Then Jane said, "So, real question—do you think I'm weird for sucking my thumb?"
"No, no, of course not…Why do you suck your thumb, though?"
"I don't know. I think I've always done it, ever since I was little, and never bothered trying to break the habit. It's just…like, a security mechanism or something.
When I feel scared or upset, or even just bored, it kind of happens. I don't really think about it at all. That's pretty weird, isn't it?"
"No, actually. I don't think it's weird at all."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Actually, I think it's kind of cute…"
She blushed for about the 500th time of that day just then. When he dropped her off, she thanked him for the ride. As she waved goodbye from the walkway in front of her house, a slight breeze blew in. She caught her skirt just in time to avoid revealing her diaper to Jason, who barely noticed a small patch of white, but didn't think anything of it and simply waved goodbye and smiled as he drove away.
When her mother asked her how was school, Jane gave the usual dismissive "Fine" that she always did. She was being especially quiet that night, as she anticipated the inevitable "talk" about what was discovered that morning.
At 6:00 PM that night, Susan and Jane sat at the table for dinner. Jane was barely touching her food. She wouldn't look up at her mother. Susan noticed this, and so she was the first to speak.
"…I…I did some research on your, um, fixation on diapers."
Jane cringed at the way her mom said it. She wasn't used to someone saying "Jane likes diapers" out loud. She had always been so private about it, and now it was all out in the open. It was quite surreal to her.
"I-I read about something called being AB/DL? Do you consider yourself one of those?"
Jane thought for a moment, then slowly nodded her head.
"Okay. Let's start from the beginning. How long have you been an AB/DL?"
"…as long as I can remember. I just didn't really know it had a name until a couple years ago."
"Is this the first time you've worn…diapers?"
"…yes…"
"…I read that some adult babies prefer that lifestyle because they're trying to live out a happy childhood they never had. Do you feel that..?"
"No. No, I don't know why I'm this way. All I know is I've always wanted to be little."
"…Little? I don't understand."
"Okay, well, I have this sort of…fantasy? A desire, I guess, to be babied. I wish I could be small and cute and dependent and-and-I don't know…I just want to be little again."
Susan thought this over for several seconds.
"Well, I want you to know I don't think it's strange. You know me, I'm an open-minded person. I mean, there are weirder things out there, right?"
Jane was stunned. She couldn't believe how chill her mother was being about this.
Susan continued, "You know I love you no matter what. It's okay that you like to wear diapers. You can even wear them around me if you're comfortable with it."
"R-really?"
"Of course, sweetie." She paused, "But one more question…"
"Yeah?"
"Are you wearing one right now?"
"…"
"…"
"…yes…"
"…can I see?"
"Um…ok…"
She stood from the table and slowly lifted her skirt to reveal the Abena Abri-form X-plus, one of the best disposable adult diapers on the market. And the wetness indicator lines had changed color…
"Aw, I have to admit, they do look really cute on you. Although…"
"What?"
Susan sort of laughed, "Well you can't just sit around in a wet diaper like that, silly! You're gonna get a diaper rash! Do you have anymore of those?"
"J-just one.."
"Well then, don't just stand there, come with me. We'll get you changed into a fresh one, ok?"
Jane was blushing harder than she ever had in her life.
...
"You...you mean, you're asking if you can...change me?"
"Well, no, I'm not asking really. You can't keep wearing that, we need to get you into a fresh one. Do you have any more?"
"W-well, I mean, I just bought a sample pack, so there's only one left…"
"Perfect!", her mother said with delight, "It's been a while, but I'm sure I can still handle a simple diaper change."
Susan got up from her seat. Her daughter, taking a step back, stammered "B-b-b-but, I can do that by myself!"
"No need to be shy, I'm your mother." She took a step closer. "It's not like I've never done this before!"
"But I'm sixteen!" Her face was getting redder. She was already super shy about her secret teen-baby life, and her mother getting involved was only going to make things a lot more awkward for her!
Her mom chuckled, "Really? I don't see a sixteen year-old here. All I see is an adorable little baby girl who needs her didees changed!"
This cutesy-wutesy crap was only making Jane's face feel hotter. "I-I-I-I--"
"Jane, that's enough. We're not discussing this. I'm your mother, and you'll do as I say."
Jane was bewildered, to say the least. Her mom was taking her by the wrist, pulling her into her bedroom like a little kid. Why was she being so assertive about this? Was she really that concerned about something as trivial as diaper-rash? Or was she just trying to embarrass her on purpose to punish her for using her Amazon account without permission? She couldn't think straight.
When they were in Jane's room, her mom asked her "Ok, where's that other diaper?"
"Mom, please stop!" She said, pulling her hand away, "It's bad enough knowing I'm a freak, but it's even worse having my mom know about it, and you making fun of me for it isn't helping!!" She was just about on the verge of tears all of a sudden. She wasn't sure if what she was feeling now was stress, anger, sadness, or D. All of the Above. She was waiting for her mom to say something, but she was silent for what felt like a very long time.
Finally, she spoke, "Honey...I'm not making fun of you. I would never...please, let me do this. Just this once, please...I just need to try this. There's something I have to know."
Jane didn't know WHAT her mom was talking about (Susan is a tad eccentric, but what great writer isn't?), but she could tell she was serious about it. She threw the idea around in her head for a moment or two, and, feeling defeated, with a groan and a sigh, she slowly pointed to the corner of the room…
"...It's behind the bed…"
"OK!!"
Susan, in a surprisingly upbeat manner, gathered the unused diaper, a large towel, some wipes, a trash bin, and the talcum powder she normally used to prevent athlete's foot (she has a gym membership, remember?) and brought Jane to the living room. She laid the towel out flat on the floor, and placed the trash bin beside it.
"Not exactly the right stuff," Susan said, "but it'll do. Alright. Lie down."
The red-faced daughter obeyed, avoiding her mother's eyes as she did. This was just too far. Too humiliating. How could this even be real?! Was her mother really about to change her sixteen-year-old daughter's diaper? No way. She had to be dreaming. This was just too much.
"Ok, let's see what we got here…" Susan slowly but surely removed each of the diaper's four tapes. When she pulled it away, Jane couldn't take the embarrassment. She closed her eyes and turned her head away. She felt her mom grab her ankles and lift her bum off the floor to slide the diaper out of the way. She heard the 'thunk' of the balled-up used diaper hitting the bottom of the waste bin, and the crinkly unfolding of the fresh one, which was then placed appropriately beneath her. She felt the baby powder being applied, but then, a sudden pause. Jane slowly peaked upward to see what her mother was doing, but, to her surprise, her mom was looking at her with this...strange look.
She wasn't looking at her like a teenager being treated like a baby. She was looking at her the way a mother looks at an innocent, helpless baby. She had this gaze of pure, unconditional, total love that only a mother can feel for her child. She hadn't looked at her like that since she was a kid. Jane was suddenly feeling a wash of emotion over her. All the embarrassment and stress of what happened at school was gone. All that mattered right then, was her and her mom. It just made her feel so…
...little.
When the tapes were fastened and the deed was done, Susan helped her baby girl up, gave her a soft pat on the butt and sent her to go get her pj's on. Once she had, she tucked her daughter into bed and kissed her forehead. But before leaving the room, she did one final ritual, one that she hadn't done since Jane was very little. She sang to her little angel in a soft, loving voice;
It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There's nothin' that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
It's gonna take some time to do the things we never have
"Goodnight, sweetie. Sweet dreams."
Jane wasn't sure what to think of all this. She was being accepted so quickly and easily by her mother for the little that she was on the inside...she wondered if this would continue, and if her mom would consider taking this whole diaper thing to another level. After all, she hadn't felt loved quite like that in a very long time...maybe she could get used to this. Either way, she was mentally exhausted from all that had happened that day, and so she fell asleep, more peacefully than usual, snuggling her Pikachu plushy, with her thumb in her mouth.
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Susan, on the other hand, was laying wide awake in her bed, thinking of all the things she wanted to do with her daughter tomorrow. She had an excuse to spend as much time with her daughter as humanly possible. She could be a "mommy" again. She was thanking the heavenly lord, the internet, for express shipping. The things she ordered would arrive tomorrow. Tomorrow...everything...was going...to..be…..
...perfect….
Jane awoke around eleven thirty to noon-ish the next day. Feeling groggy as ever, she slowly rolled over, realizing she was still very much diapered, the previous night's events coming back to her. Noticing the sunlight seeping in through the window, she also came to realize it was Summer break. She thought about taking it easy, lying in bed a little while longer, in just her diaper and pjs, but then she heard the sound of someone opening the front door, the voices of her mother and some guy, then the closing of the door and the carrying of boxes into the living room. Her curiosity got the best of her, and since she couldn't seem to fall back asleep anyway, she flopped out of bed and padded into the living room, as barefoot and as groggy as a teenager would be. her mom was opening some Amazon packages in the middle of the living room floor.
"Oh, hello there", Susan said, "I was just going to wake you up in a minute. I bought you some stuff!"
"Bought ME some stuff? Like what?", Jane asked.
"Ok, don't hate me for it, but...SURPRISE!!"
Within the larger package there was a case of...more diapers?!
...
Jane felt as if she was floating in a sea of clouds. With a yawn and a stretch of her arms, she creeped her eyes open to look at a clear, blue sky.
"Good morning, sleepy-head", a man's voice said.
Jane tried to reply, but it was all she could do to whisper from her froggy throat. When she tried to sit up, she found it incredibly difficult, that is until she was hoisted up in the air by a pair of strong, yet gentle, arms. She was staring into a warm, loving face; one that shone so brightly she thought, for a moment, that it was the sun.
"Daddy!", she squealed ecstatically. "I knew you'd come back!"
"What do you mean?", the man said as she threw her arms around him, "I haven't gone anywhere, silly girl."
"Yes you did!", she continued, "Don't lie, daddy! You were gone a really long time!"
"I mean it, sweetie." He pulled her away to look her in the eye. "Daddy never went anywhere. He's always been there with you."
She looked up at him, confused for a moment, but she shrugged her shoulders and decided not to question it. Things were better this way, so she figured, why believe in the alternative? Her daddy was back. That's all that mattered…
Jane awoke around eleven thirty to noon-ish the next day. Feeling groggy as she did every morning, she slowly rolled over, realizing she was still wearing a diaper, the previous night's events coming back to her.
Noticing the sunlight seeping in through the window, she also came to realize it was the first day of Summer break. She was technically a senior in high school, but she felt more like a little girl with what she was wearing. She pressed her red hot face into her pillow, feeling almost as embarrassed as she did the previous day at school. The only thing that could come close to making her feel as horrible as she did when wetting her pants in front of her bully was her mom changing her diapers as if she were a toddler again.
She tried to roll over and go back to sleep, partially to forget all diaper-related events that had transpired, and partially because it was Summer vacation and she was going to sleep in god damn it. After several minutes passed, she was startled awake by the doorbell, which caused her to listen in on the sounds of her mother answering the door. As her bedroom was adjacent to the front door of the house, it wasn't hard to tell there was a delivery man dropping off some stuff mom had ordered. Once the man was gone, and there was no hope of returning to sleep, Jane slogged out of bed to placate her curiosity and see what all the hubbub was about.
She entered the living room to find a surprising amount of large packages in the middle of the floor. Her mother was bent over and opening one.
"Oh hello there", Susan said, "I was just going to wake you up in a minute. Look! I bought you some stuff."
"Bought ME some stuff? What is all this?"
"Ok, get ready, don't hate me for this, but…SURPRISE!" she cheered, as she threw the box open to reveal a package of…more diapers?
Jane stared in stunned silence for a few seconds, before Susan broke the awkward silence, "So…too much? I guess it is a little weird, but I thought it might be fun if we--"
She broke off when her daughter hugged her very suddenly, singing, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Oh my god, am I really awake right now?"
Susan laughed while she tried to explain herself, "Well, I researched this funny diaper thing you've got going on, and, well, it just made more sense to me than anything else that it'd be healthy to explore this side of yourself instead of trying to keep it a secret from everyone."
"So this is your way of encouraging my…weirdness?"
"It's only weird if you believe it is, honey. I'm sorry if I came on a bit strong last night, but I wanted to make it clear to you that I'm going to take this seriously."
Jane seemed confused. "Take what seriously?"
"Well, since it's Summer vacation, I thought it might be fun to…well, let's just play pretend that you're a baby again for a while. And if you ever want to take a break, you can tell me. But I already went and bought all this stuff, so let's at least give it a shot, okay?"
Jane's heart was pounding with excitement. She had so many questions, she just had to say the first one that came to mind. "Um…what's in all those other boxes?"
Susan perked up to answer, as if she was more than happy to. "Well, I'm sure you'll see all of it in time, but for now, let's just say there's enough stuff here to turn the spare bedroom into a nursery." She put a hand on Jane's shoulder, "Now, before I get to setting it all up, let's take a look at that diaper."
Jane went red in the face as her mom unexpectedly tugged her pajama pants down to her knees. She went even redder when she realized her diaper was wet! It must've happened when she was startled by the doorbell.
"Oh my god, I didn't do it on purpose, mom. I just—I…", Jane trailed off when her mother just smiled and nodded her head as if this was completely normal.
Susan was glowing as she took her little Jane by the hand and once again changed her diaper, this time with much less protest and just as much motherly care as the night before. Jane was slightly thrown off, however, when her pajama pants were taken to the laundry rather than being pulled back over her round, padded butt.
"Oh, you don't need those, sweetie. Trust me, you look much cuter in just a t-shirt and diaper."
"But, mom—"
"Ah ah ah, as long as we're playing baby, we can feel free to call me 'mommy'. Okay sweetie?"
Jane shuffled her feet, and stared down at the floor, "Um…okay…Mommy…do you want any help unpacking all of that stuff?"
"Oh no, of course not. Don't worry though, I'll find something for you to do in one of these. For now, just sit tight and be a good baby for Mommy! Let's see…", she scanned the boxes, "Eenie, meenie, minie, that one." Jane had taken to sitting on the couch, watching her mother dig through each of the boxes, as if she were looking for something specific.
She looked down at her diaper, conflicted over how she should feel. On one hand, her mom had left her in a position where it would be immediately obvious if she used her diaper, and that would be horribly embarrassing. On the other hand, she felt incredibly happy about that fact and she couldn't figure out why. Wouldn't it be weird, having this kind of relationship with her mom? She'd fantasized about this kind of stuff, and she'd certainly read lots of fiction like this on the internet, but this was unreal.
Nobody else's parent would be this okay with this kind of behavior. She would've been lucky if all her mom did was agree not to send her to counseling.
Jane lifted her thumb towards her mouth as she drifted deeper into thought, but her mom shuffled over before she could start sucking on it and stuck something else in her mouth instead. She was pleasantly surprised to find it was a baby blue pacifier!
"I thought you might like something for your oral fixation that'd keep both hands free.", Susan said. She pinched Jane's cheek and added, "Plus, it looks adorable on you."
Jane sucked absentmindedly while her mom reached into the box the pacifier came from and pulled out some new, very babyish clothes. "And look at this!", Susan continued on, "One of my favorite parts of having a baby was getting to dress you up however I wanted!" Jane was shy, but thrilled to see that the outfits her mom had purchased for her were all infantile and cute enough that she'd have been more than willing to try them all on, despite never having been generally into fashion.
"All right, sweetie, left foot…" Susan helped Jane into a pair of red overalls that completed her outfit, consisting of a yellow shirt with a picture of a flower on it, a little pink bow in her hair, and a pair of striped knee-socks. She pulled Jane in front of a mirror to show her how pretty she looked, and Jane was shocked to see herself enjoying her own reflection for once.
On any other day, she'd have been just as overcritical of herself as always. Now, instead of hating how small her boobs were, or how painfully short she was for her age, all she could think about was how utterly cute she looked. She shuffled excitedly, feeling her diaper crinkle between her legs, loving the sight of her new babyish form. She stopped her little dance with a start when she saw Susan taking a picture of her.
"Oh, don't worry. These pictures are just for us. Now give Mommy a minute to get the playpen set up, and we can start getting your new toys out for you to play with."
The next few hours were spent wrapped in dreamlike wonderment. Jane was filled with nothing but bliss as she crawled around in her new playpen, shaking rattles and building block towers only to knock them back down. Susan adored watching her, and took several more pictures with her phone. Eventually, Susan headed for the guest room to get more things unpacked, and Jane continued to play with her toys, sucking contently on her pacifier and humming simple songs like "I've been Working on the Railroad" and the like.
As more time passed, Jane started to feel an urge to pee, and contemplated whether or not it was okay to just go in her diaper. Her mom had seemed okay with it that morning, but that was when she had wet herself by accident. It seemed kind of mean to intentionally pee herself knowing her mom would likely end up changing her diaper, but Jane soon realized she didn't have the power to make that decision. She stood upright to climb out of the playpen, only to realize the side bars were a little high. She attempted to climb up and over it anyway, but there weren't any footholds, and since she tragically lacked her mother's athleticism, she couldn't quite hoist herself high enough to lift a leg over it. She really couldn't make it to the bathroom.
Jane's heart was beating fast once again. Should she try yelling to her mom to let her go to the bathroom? Susan was probably aware that she wouldn't be able to get out of the playpen herself. Why else would she have gotten one so big? Why else would she have had to pick Jane up and lift her over the side bar to get her in there in the first place? Besides, she's already changed two wet diapers with a wink and a nod. Surely one more time couldn't hurt…
The lack of control over her situation was almost making Jane too tense to pee anymore. But she got back down on her hands and knees, she focused, and it happened. She had intentionally peed herself only once before, and until now she had forgotten how strange it felt. The way the soft diaper expands, becomes soggy, and induces friction against the groin. This, combined with the immersive scenery—it was heaven.
Of course, knowing Jane's luck, it wasn't long before things got a little more complicated. Her stomach grumbled, and she started to feel nature's call coming from the back door. She was hesitant about wetting her diaper, but there was no way she would willingly have her mom change her out of a messy one. Jane hadn't ever attempted messing a diaper before, and she wasn't even sure if she'd like it or not. It always seemed a little too gross for her, but the idea of having to do it against her will was…tempting, so to speak.
These thoughts were pushed out of her mind, however, when Susan returned at last. She picked little Jane up effortlessly and led her by the hand into the guest room, revealing to her the fruits of her labor; an oversized crib that was more than big enough for Jane to sleep in. It was bright pink, with a cute little mobile, a set of side bars that locked firmly into place, and even a detachable roof! Jane was, once again, speechless at this surprise.
"I think it's about time for a nap and a bottle, wouldn't you say?" Before Jane could respond, Susan showed off a pink, footed onesie that had a zipper on the back and white cuffs around the wrists with matching white trim around the feet, and a white butterfly design on the chest.
At a loss for words, Jane forcefully hugged her mother, burying her head in her shoulder. Susan returned the embrace, having not been hugged this way in so many years.
Once Jane was changed out of her overalls, and Susan took notice of the wet diaper, which was promptly changed, Jane was all zipped up in her new pj's and helped into the crib. Susan left for the kitchen and returned with a baby bottle filled with milk. As she plugged in a night light, Jane asked her why the zipper was in the back of her onesie instead of in the front, like most onesies do. Susan responded by saying that this particular onesie has a special locking mechanism and that having it in the back helps make this harder for the baby to take it off. Jane gave a vacant "oh" before saying goodnight to her mommy and suckling on her bottle.
Jane was lying awake, thinking only of how happy she was and wondering how the rest of her summer was going to go—that is, until her stomach groaned again, and she remembered that she still had to go to the bathroom…and she was locked in a crib, locked in a onesie, wearing a diaper. She wondered if Mommy would let her out in the middle of naptime to use the toilet…but looking back on how insistent she was on changing her diapers and dressing her up and babying her so much, well…
...
Jane only spent a few minutes trying to sleep before deciding it was impossible, given all the ideas that were spinning through her head. She looked down at the fluffy, pink PJ's she was wearing and squealed with delight.
"I look so cuuute!", she thought to herself as she squeezed the nearest stuffed animal and kicked her feet excitedly. What all did her mom buy? How long is she planning to let this go on for? Is her mom enjoying all this as much as she is? So many questions, and yet her mind kept coming back to her steadily growing urge to use the bathroom.
She lay on her stomach, feeling the weight and tension build in her posterior. It was becoming more and more clear to her that if this nap time went on for more than an hour, her mom was going to come back only to find her smelling pretty bad.
Jane had had mixed feelings about the idea of diaper messing for as long as she'd known it was a thing people do, but the embarrassment of doing it in front of her mom was making it really difficult to just let go and try it. What if mom got mad at her? What if she refused to change her diaper, and made her take it off and clean herself up? What if she gets so disgusted, she decides to return all the baby stuff and throw in the towel with the whole thing? Jane knew these thoughts stemmed mostly from the anxiety that she was feeling towards her rapidly approaching defecation, but they made it harder for her to make a decision regardless.
Should she just trust that her mom will be okay with it and intentionally poop herself? Or should she call out to her "mommy" and ask to use the toilet just this once? She sucked on her pacifier nervously, squinting and caressing the soft belly of her cotton PJ's as she concentrated on holding it in.
The thought of sneaking to the bathroom and taking a stealthy potty break crossed her mind, but how would she flush the toilet without her mom hearing? Furthermore, how was she supposed to even get out of the crib? It had a roof on it, and, after giving it a few gentle pushes to see if it budged, it wouldn't. Not even an inch.
Just as Jane was deciding it was time to swallow her pride and call out to her, Susan yelled from the other room, "In case you're still awake, I'm going out real fast. I'm just going to pick up a few groceries. Be back in an hour!"
Jane's stomach sank. She heard the door close before she had the chance to get a word out. Feeling totally defeated, she sighed. She got up on her knees, as high as the crib's ceiling allowed her, and grunted. Puffing her cheek out, she pushed and let her desperate struggle come to a close. She messed herself for the first time right then and there.
The relief overwhelmed her to a point of near-ecstasy, and that was coupled with the added relief that her diaper and clothes were sealing in most of the smell. She laid down on her back slowly, being careful not to let the mess in her pants get pushed up against her skin. She rolled onto her side and just sort of shifted her weight around, feeling the smooth texture of what she was wearing, digesting the gravity of what she'd just done. She stared at her feet, stretching her legs in and out to see how the material felt, to see how the outfit desisted her mobility.
It made her feel helpless, yet strangely cozy. She liked that. It was only then that she realized she was going to be stuck in that dirty diaper, for at least an hour, until Susan got home.
Susan returned home later than expected to find her daughter sleeping soundly in her crib. She was ready to apologize profusely for letting nap time go on too long, but her heart was simply melted by the sight of that little angel sleeping so peacefully. That feeling of adoration was interrupted by a sudden pungent odor penetrating her senses. Susan pinched her nose and kind of laughed to herself. "I didn't think she'd get comfortable with doing this so quickly", she thought as she approached the crib. After retrieving a key from a nearby hook, she unlocked the roof on the crib and lowered the bars.
She reached down and easily lifted her small teenaged daughter with one hand supporting her back and the other supporting her short legs. Jane slowly woke, her pacifier barely hanging in her mouth. Drool ran down her cheek, and her short hair was looking a bit frazzled. As she wiped at her eyes, she groggily asked her mommy for some milk, and Susan happily obliged. "But first," she said, "let's get you changed out of that diaper before you get a rash."
At these words, Jane snapped further awake and turned a dark shade of red. Her face turned darker when Susan shifted Jane's position from being held horizontally in front of her chest to being placed upright, as though she was about to burp her little baby girl. This quick shift in position meant that Susan had to give Jane's butt a firm upward push, and that pressed her mess right up against her butt. Jane gave an audible whine at this discomfort, which Susan found somewhat amusing. She continued to support Jane from her bottom and walked in a slightly bouncy manner as she made her way over to the changing mat she had laid down near the bathroom.
This diaper change went a bit differently from the previous ones. It not only took longer, but it also took a lot more effort on Susan's part to get her big baby clean and ready for the next diaper.
Jane took this treatment the way she had before; with a grimace and a refusal to look at her mom for more than a few seconds at a time. She felt bad that her mom was doing all this for her, considering how gross it was. But Susan assured her that there was no problem with it at all, that she had done it plenty of times before, and that she was simply doing it on a larger scale now.
"I won't make you do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable, so you can tell me if I take things too far. I'm only doing this because I want you to be happy, ok?", Susan asked.
"Ok", Jane replied. "But I'm not really against using the diapers. I'm just not used to doing it yet. Especially in front of someone else…"
"I understand. This is all pretty unusual."
"I'm having fun, though."
Susan smiled, "So am I, sweetie."
After powdering her private areas and taping up a fresh diaper around her daughter's waist, Susan helped her up and got her dressed in a dark blue onesie with a star and moon pattern on it.
"What all did you get while you were out?", Jane asked.
"Oh, mostly some food. Oh, and I got this for you!" Susan pulled a large, stuffed walrus out of one of the grocery bags on the kitchen table.
Jane excitedly took the new toy, admired the fact that it was big enough for her to hug, and squeezed it tight, pivoting her torso left and right. Her mom knew that walruses were her favorite animal.
"Thank you, mommy!", she said, before sticking her pacifier into her mouth.
The next few days consisted mostly of Susan getting more of the new baby room set up while Jane got used to her new life as a baby. A large baby bouncer, a changing table, and a closet full of adorable outfits and stacks of diapers quickly took up space in what was once a regular spare room. Jane spent this time getting accustomed to speaking more like a little girl and playing with her new toys under the desk while her mommy was working.
She started crawling around on all fours pretty much all the time, unless she felt like getting up to eat something or to grab a video game off the shelf. Over time, she had started forming code words that could get her mommy to do things for her. If she tugged on Susan's pant leg and said "Hungy!", she would get bottle-fed and patted on the back until she was forced to burp over her mommy's shoulder. When she said "Up! Up!", her strong-built mother would pick her up and do things to make her giggle. These included playing peek-a-boo, tickling, and making silly faces at her. On one of these occasions, Susan asked her baby to say "ah", then bounced her up and down while she said "Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah" against her will, making them both laugh.
The only thing Jane couldn't come up with a word or phrase for was asking for a diaper change. All she could do was get her mommy's attention, look down at the floor, then pull up her skirt or tug at her pants if she was wearing any. It took a day or two before she messed herself again, but when she did, she was so embarrassed of letting her mommy know that Susan unexpectedly placed her in the baby bouncer without knowing her daughter was messy. Jane was so upset by this that Susan told her she either had to get used to messing herself or start asking to do #2's in the potty like a big girl.
Jane said she would try not to pout so much, but every time she felt the need to poop, she would hold it in for as long as she could. The truth was that she didn't like the way it felt having that mush stuck to her at all. She rather enjoyed the act of messing but sitting in it or having it touch her was uncomfortable and gross to her. She eventually got better at telling her mommy when she had gone "Pee-pee!", but the messing was still a point of contention for her, and Susan could tell.
There was one fateful day, about a week and a half after they had started playing baby, that Susan and little Jane went to the store together while Jane wore a diaper under her clothes. The clothes she wore were normal, and while they made her feel safe from being noticed by anyone, she couldn't help but feel jealous of the fact that she couldn't ride in one of the shopping carts like when she was little. While they went about their shopping, Jane started feeling an urge to go #2. She whispered this fact to her mommy, who asked in response whether Jane wanted to go in her diaper or not. Jane's answer was that she wasn't sure she'd make it if she tried waiting until they left the store, so they went to the women's restroom while they were there. Susan decided to wait outside, but was surprised to see Jane come back out so quickly.
"Mom, I…I didn't make it in time."
"Oh, honey, I'm sorry. I'll change you as soon as we get home. But for now, let's hurry and get out of here fast, before anyone smells you."
Susan was feeling guilty as she shuffled through the self-check-out line. In order to help Jane get used to messing in her diapers, Susan had started adding laxatives to her bottles to make her poop herself more frequently. She hadn't expected them to be this effective, and now her daughter was feeling mortified because of her. She decided she wouldn't be secretive about things like this anymore.
When the two women got back home, Susan quickly had Jane get undressed and started changing her out of her dirty diaper.
"I'm sorry, mommy. I don't know why I couldn't hold it in this time."
"No, no, please don't be sorry, sweetie."
"I have to admit, though…it felt more authentic to the whole baby thing. It was like I couldn't control myself for real, and that made it kind of fun…forget I said that. That's probably really weird."
"I don't think it's weird at all, Janey."
"That's just cause you're weirder than I am", Jane said with a smirk.
Susan responded by pressing her lips against Jane's belly and making a raspberry sound. Jane burst out laughing and reflexively tried to stop her.
Before the diaper was taped up, a strange new step was added to the changing process, however. Jane gasped in surprise when she felt something forced its way inside her bum. She looked at Susan questioningly and asked "What was that?"
"That was just a suppository. It should make it easier for you to poop yourself more frequently. My hope is that this will help you get used to being in dirty diapers faster."
Jane didn't know what to say. She was so embarrassed and frightened yet thrilled at the same time. As her mommy attached the tapes to the front of her new, bright pink diaper, she wondered really hard how she felt about this. Things were getting stranger and stranger lately, but the ways in which they got stranger were really fun. She decided she would just let things run their course and see how they turned out before making a judgement call on her mother's newest idea.
She bit her lip and started to sit up, but her mommy's hand gently pushed her into laying back down.
"Before you get up, honey", Susan said, "How would you like to try wearing another diaper over that one?"
Jane thought for a second, shrugged, and said "Yeah, okay."
Wearing two diapers at once proved even more comfortable and adorable than wearing just one. Jane was so pleased with the way it felt, having the size of the diaper constantly reminding her that she was wearing it, that she asked Susan, "Mommy, can you put just one more diapaw on me pease?"
Chuckling at Jane's choice of words, Susan happily obliged her baby's request. After swaddling her darling little girl in three thick, pink, pretty diapers, she locked her back into the footie PJ's she had given her on the first day of Summer, then walked her over to the mirror to let her have a look at herself. Jane was enamored with how adorable she was. She started jumping up and down, partially out of glee, and partially to feel her diapers shifting around her little waist. It was so easy to tell just from looking at her that she was wearing diapers.
Anyone who cared to glance would know. This made Jane feel so overtly babylike that she could scream with delight. After taking a few pictures to add to the private album, her mommy carried her into her crib for nap-time. Jane was allowed to play on her 3DS for thirty minutes until the lights went out and she had to sleep (or at least pretend to) for another thirty. It was during this time that Jane pooped in her diapers yet again, only this time, the mess was heavier than ever before, and she could only hold it in for about ten seconds after she started to feel it coming.
It was like a flimsy dam burst in her bottom, and a batch of pudding was being squeezed through a tube that came from inside her. As she waited patiently for her mommy to come in and change her, she sat right down in the mess and squished it around with a grimace, knowing this was just the first of many accidents she was going to have in the coming months.