The Baby Shower

How could this have happened to her? It didn’t seem real… Maddie had no sense of how long it had been, of how much time she’d spent here, in this room, alone, but she knew, at the very least, that morning she’d been a normal adult, sexy, confident, with a hot fiance, Luke… And now…

She heard the sound of laughter drifting in through the open window and blushed, despite knowing it couldn’t be directed at her. Nervously, she sat up on the bed, wincing at the sound of the diaper crinkling beneath her, at the feel of the bulky padding changing her every movement, as she grabbed the curtain to try and cover herself, peeking out to get a good view of the party going on in the back yard.

She was supposed to be down there… She was supposed to be the life of the party! Florence had invited her to her baby shower out of nowhere – Maddie had to look her up on Facebook to even remember why her name sounded familiar, which turned out to be because they went to high school together – then, when she didn’t hear anything back, she’d messaged her, begged her to come.

To be honest, Maddie had been thinking about it anyway… She might not care that much about Florence, but it would be something to do, and she’d get to show off some pics of her fiance to make all her old high school friends jealous. And she wouldn’t mind seeing how big Florence had gotten with the baby… After finding her profile, Maddie remembered her as the chubby one. She’d lost quite a bit of weight, according to her pictures, though, since she was pregnant, that almost definitely wasn’t true anymore.

It was hard to feel too superior to the woman after getting to her place, however: she’d apparently done pretty well for herself. She was apparently fairly early on in her pregnancy, too, and not really showing yet, or she’d found clothes that did a wonderful job hiding her bump. Maddie was disappointed, and felt a little ripped off, honestly… Wasn’t it too early for a shower, in that case? She almost wanted to take her present back!

It wasn’t anything big, really, just some things she’d found that she thought were adorable. It seemed strange that Florence knew her baby was going to be a girl already, but Maddie was glad she did… The stuff for them was so cute! She’d found some sweet little hair bows, some tights with ruffles on the bottom, a nice, big, pink bib lined in lace… Whenever the baby finally came, she was going to be the most precious infant around… At least until Maddie had one of her own.

And then… It happened. Maddie couldn’t really understand how, or why… Everyone had been so excited to see her, when she’d come in – Florence had, apparently, kept in touch with way more people they’d gone to high school with than Maddie had, even though Maddie had been so much more popular than her – and wanted to get her drinking right away. Maddie was happy to comply… Until she had to pee.

“Actually,” one of Florence’s nerdy high school friends told her, “the bathroom is out of order.”

That was ridiculous… Why would she have a party when her bathroom was broken?! Maddie had never had a particularly strong bladder to begin with… Maybe Florence expected them all to hold it until the end of the party, but why had she been so eager to get people drinking? Maddie tried to distract herself, finally going in to see the nursery, which everyone had told her was amazing.

It was… In a sense. For as early in her pregnancy as she appeared to be, Florence had really gotten right to work on it, getting everything she needed put in already, as if she was ready to pop any minute. There was already a sheet and pillow in the crib, and the changing table was fully stocked… But Maddie supposed she understood; Florence was single, after all, and probably didn’t want to bug anyone to help her, so if she was going to do all this, it would be simplest to get it finished before she got too big.

What Maddie didn’t get, on the other hand, was why everything was so… big. The high chair, the crib, the changing table… All the furniture looked gigantic! Big enough for her to fit in, easily… To be fair, she hadn’t been around much baby furniture, so perhaps it was a standard size… And she’d always been pretty small, which was – according to her, at least – why her bladder was so tiny. It definitely felt like overkill, however.

The Twins – Chapter 6

The answer was obvious, of course. Perhaps playing it safe would have paid off in the long run… But there was no way she, a proud Amazon, the owner of a chain of daycares, was going to agree to allow herself to be put into diapers. That it had happened once was bad enough… And the trainers weren’t exactly her first choice of underthings, either, although they were certainly better than the alternative.

She couldn’t quite bring herself to say it out loud, to admit to asking for them, despite her justifications, so she pointed, getting a smirk from her sister in response. “You’re sure?” Natalie asked, and Emily nodded. “All right, then,” Natalie shrugged, putting the training pants into the cart, following them up with Emily’s own brand of diaper.

“I only need those if I have an accident!” Emily pouted, worrying Natalie was changing the deal already.

“That’s right,” Natalie agreed condescendingly. “But we need to be ready when that happens.”

“If,” Emily corrected her.

“You really think it’s a question?” Natalie shook her head. “If you were in my position, and we were talking about a little… Would you wait to buy these?”

Emily couldn’t deny that… She knew she would have, in a heartbeat. “I’m not actually a little, though,” she said quietly.

“Well, you certainly aren’t an Amazon anymore,” Natalie replied. “All right, I think that’s it… Let’s get checked out.”

Emily swallowed, squirming in her messy diaper. There was a hope, in the back of her mind, that Natalie was bluffing, that she was trying to scare her, and wouldn’t go through with this… She’d always gone soft on littles, after all. Once she actually bought this stuff, however… That was it. That would prove she was serious.

Emily tried to stare up into her sister’s eyes as she was wheeled towards the front of the store, wanting some confirmation, anything, to tell her that was what was going to happen… She wasn’t sure if Natalie was intentionally avoiding her gaze, though, if she was, she probably couldn’t have done a better job at it. “Nat…” Emily whimpered worriedly.

“Hush,” Natalie told her, pausing the cart for a moment, giving Emily the faintest hint of hope… Until she stepped around to the side of the cart, picking something up from it, returning with a pacifier.

Unfortunately, Emily didn’t see, at first, what she had. “I get it, okay?” she’d started to say, ready to tell Natalie how she’d learned her lesson from this, and, once Natalie fixed her, made her big again, she’d take it easier on littles… Although how much she could really keep that promise, she didn’t know. She still had a business to run…

She didn’t even manage to finish those first four words, however. Her eyes widened as Natalie pushed the pacifier into her mouth, then continued getting bigger when her sister gave it a twist, and she heard a faint hiss before the pacifier started to expand, the bulb growing to fill her mouth, pushing her tongue downwards, thoroughly silencing her, apart from a few muffled groans.

She’d used those pacifiers on plenty of clients, of course – there was nothing better for noisy littles who refused to play quietly – but, like so many things today, she’d never expected to have one used on her. Her hand grabbed at the ring, knowing just how she had to push and turn it to deactivate it… Same as the little-proof tapes, she wasn’t strong enough to work it anymore, her much smaller body betraying her yet again, leaving her completely pacified and quiet.

“Babies should be seen and not heard,” Natalie teased, tapping her on the nose. “And I have a lot of things to buy… I don’t need you distracting the checkout girl, or trying anything.”

Emily didn’t know what she could have tried… Who would believe her, even if she told the truth about what had happened to her? Maybe the workers here would recognize her… Then again, the waitress had literally seen her minutes before the transformation, and still bought Natalie’s story that she was somebody else. And what would someone running a register here be able to really do to help her, anyway?

None of it mattered in the long run, since Natalie parked the cart at the far end of the conveyor belt to start unloading it, keeping Emily from even getting seen by the worker until after Natalie had given out her address for delivery. “Actually,” Natalie mused, “can you deliver all of it? You can come tonight, can’t you?”

“Of course,” the worker chirped. The voice did sound familiar, although Emily had been here so many times over the years, picking up various items and supplies, she had no idea where to start imagining what the girl looked like. “We know how quickly families can develop, so we have same-day delivery on everything, if needed!”

“Perfect,” Natalie told her. “Let me just…” From her seat, Emily heard the sound of ripping, and a light crinkle. “I’ll just take a couple of these, just in case…. And this…”

“Very smart,” the worker agreed.

So Emily didn’t get to see what had been bought for her then, either. By the time Natalie wheeled her out of her spot, it was all bagged up… And, if the checkout clerk recognized her, she didn’t think anything of it, just giving a fairly standard, “Oh, what a cutie!” at the sight of her.

Thankfully, before they left, Natalie pushed the cart into the bathroom, lifting Emily out of her seat and setting her down on the changing table. The diaper squelched beneath her bottom, but, after the car ride, and the trip around the store, Emily found it hard to be as bothered by that as she should be. She was glad to be getting it off, no matter how humiliating it was, having her sister tear open the diaper to expose the massive mess inside, and wipe her clean, commenting the whole time about what a stinky baby she was.

“All right,” Natalie told her, once she was done, tossing the used diaper, wrapped around all the wipes she’d used, into the garbage. “You’re sure about these?” She held up a pair of the training panties, giving them a stretch.

They were far thinner than the diaper, of course, especially the one she’d had, with the soaker pad. They were brightly colored, with a token attempt at an artistic recreation of leg and waist bands printed onto the padding, not that anyone who had ever seen real underwear could have mistaken them as such, and characters from the Naomi and Oliver cartoon on the front.

Not that long ago, Emily wouldn’t have been caught dead in them – she also likely would have never found any quite like that which fit her – but now, knowing her alternatives, she nodded eagerly behind the pacifier, desperate for anything except full-blown diapers. She was an adult, and an Amazon, no matter how small she’d been made… As long as she didn’t have some awful waitress dosing her milk, she’d be fine.

“Okay,” Natalie shrugged. “Remember, you have one chance, little lady… I’d better not see one wet, or dirty, spot on these, or you’ll lose them.”

Emily gulped, nearly second guessing herself. Should she have waited? Would Natalie have let her go with a diaper, for now, until she knew all of whatever was in the milk was out of her system? After how much she’d used that first diaper, she doubted there was enough of anything left in her for another accident, but there had been a lot of cake… And she’d seen littles that could fill their diapers that much several times in a day.

It was too late now; Natalie pulled the trainers up her legs, letting them snap into place. Even now, after a single diaper, and likely little more than an hour in it, honestly, they felt so much better, so much more mature… She nearly didn’t mind the yellow party dress that was tugged over her head, that left them almost completely exposed, the thick white tights that were stretched over them doing nothing to disguise what they were. Natalie finished off the outfit with a pair of shiny, black Mary Janes, and a yellow bow in Emily’s short hair, lifting her down onto the floor, letting her stand there for a moment and take in her new look while she washed her hands.

At least nobody would think she was in diapers, she told herself, squirming, tugging at the tights, blushing at the feeling of them pressing the padding of her trainers so snugly against her privates, keeping her from being able to escape the sensation, no matter how much smaller they were than what she’d been wearing before. Nobody would mistake her for an adult, either… Any self-respecting little dressed this way was begging to be adopted by the first person who saw her, if she wasn’t already taken.

“All right,” Natalie knelt down in front of her, smiling. “I have people coming to my house to deliver all your new things, and set up your nursery – thank you and your credit card for that – so things will be a bit crazy there. So, why don’t we go do something?”

Emily shook her head, not wanting to do anything else, to be seen by any more people than had already witnessed her new status. It wasn’t really a question, of course… Natalie had already decided they wouldn’t be going straight home.

“I thought we could go to the playground,” she continued. “It might be fun to go make some new friends for you… Maybe some of the kids there will even be people who go to your daycare, so you’ll know them! Or I seem to remember hearing there was a movie based around your favorite new characters there out.” Emily was confused at first who she was talking about, until Natalie poked at her trainers.

Emily blushed; anyone who worked with littles knew about Naomi and Oliver, although few of them could really stand them. It was the sort of thing you turned on to keep them occupied when you were trying to get something else accomplished. They were so boring, and mind-numbing… But a movie theater would be dark, and relatively private, compared to a playground.

“What do you want to do?” Natalie asked, repeating it a moment later after Emily pointed to her pacifier, and she easily twisted it, the air hissing out through the front as it deflated. “It’s all up to you, sweetie! Where are we going to go?”

Emily almost wished she’d waited, kept the paci in place to give her time to think. Which would be better?

The playground, where she might run into people she knew?

Or the movie theater, where she’d have to endure Naomi and Oliver?

 

This decision has already been made, but if you’d like to catch up on the story, and help decide where it goes next, you can find it, and other exclusive stories and captions, at my Patreon!

The Twins – Chapter 5

“No, we don’t!” Emily whined, eyes widening at the very thought of going to a store like this.

“Hey!” Emily gasped as the waitress gave her a whap on the rear of her messy diaper, squirming, barely feeling the impact, but unable to miss the consequences, as the mush shifted, some of it squishing more intimately against her bottom. “Babies don’t argue with their Mommies!”

Emily stared up at the woman, aghast. How dare she treat her that way?! She didn’t even know either her or her sister… Why did she think it was okay to do that?! Of course, the amount she had to crane her neck to see the whole waitress gave her the answer, no matter how much she disliked it… As far as anyone was concerned, she was a little now, and she knew, if she’d been in the waitress’s shoes, she probably would have done the same, or at least thought about it.

She wasn’t a ‘tweener, though. “Oh,” the waitress blushed, glancing over at Natalie. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to overstep, I just…”

“No, no,” Natalie assured her. “It’s fine. I have the feeling she’s going to need a lot of discipline.”

“Don’t they all?” the waitress chuckled.

Emily let out a frightened squeal as she was picked up, rested on Natalie’s hip, her sister’s hand right on her swollen backside. There was no escaping the result of her accident, but the couple bounces she received only made her more aware of it. As much as she wanted to get away from the person who had done this to her, she wound up cuddling closer to her, using her sister’s clothes to try to cover her body, hide her breasts.

“Hmm,” Natalie mused, once they were out in the parking lot, holding her and Emily’s keys in her free hand, “I don’t suppose you’d have an extra carseat in your car, would you?”

“N-No,” Emily shook her head. She wasn’t sure if it was a lie or not, to be honest… She had one she kept in her trunk, just in case anything happened while she was visiting a daycare and she needed to take a little home, or to the hospital, but most of the time, if that was necessary, she’d loan it to one of the workers, then, usually, spend the next month waiting for them to remember to return it to her.

She wiggled in Natalie’s grip as her sister looked her in the eye, clearly not believing her. After a few moments, she shrugged. “Whatever,” she said. “I’m just going to use your credit card anyway, so if you want to buy yourself a new carseat, that’s fine with me.”

“I don’t need a carseat!” Emily fumed, while getting a first-hand demonstration of why she actually did. She wrinkled her nose as Natalie set her down in the back seat of her car, then fumbled with the belt, trying to figure out how to safely strap her in before giving up.

“It isn’t far,” Natalie sighed, shutting the door. She was, of course, smart enough to remember to set the child lock before she did, so, even though Emily couldn’t resist checking it, just in case, she’d known she wouldn’t be getting out. She turned her attention, instead, to her diaper. She didn’t have long before Natalie would make it around the car to the driver’s seat, and, once she was there, Emily had no idea how much time she’d have alone, so she wasted no time.

She didn’t have any real plans for what she’d do if it worked… Probably replace it, for now, then try to run away in the store, knowing, if she made it to the bathroom, she could dispose of the evidence and clean herself up, then… What? Wait for the store to close, pray nobody checked the bathroom before then – or that Natalie didn’t think to look for her there – and hope she was able to find some appropriate clothes without setting off any alarms?

It didn’t matter; she tugged as hard as she could on the diaper’s tape, using every ounce of her strength, and, true to all the commercials’ promises, they refused to budge. Having worked in the daycare herself, she’d seen this very diaper, had changed plenty of them… It had taken a bit of effort to get the tape off, sure, but no more than it took to open a slightly stubborn jar, and that was if the glue was especially strong.

Now… She yanked again, trying to other side, tears filling her eyes when it did nothing, either. She really was trapped, stuck in her full diaper until some nice Amazon or Betweener took pity on her and decided it was time for a change. Which meant running away was an even worse idea than she’d thought… Being discovered as a nude little wouldn’t have been great, but if anyone had spotted her, toddling around in dirty pants, they’d ‘know’ right away she was a big baby who needed them, and would probably adopt her straight away, and never believe her story that she was really an Amazon.

She couldn’t see where they were going, the window too high for her to get a good view, although she had a pretty good idea, one that was confirmed when Natalie stopped the car, and opened Emily’s door, a shopping cart with a car seat built onto the front waiting right outside. “We don’t need anything here!” she complained, while Natalie picked her up, putting her into the seat, strapping her in, the sides of the seat curving around her, not letting her see much of anything other than her sister as she was given a bumpy ride across the parking lot.

“We need lots of things from here,” Natalie corrected her. “You should know better than anyone how much you need to look after a baby.”

“But I’m not a baby!” Emily tugged at the seat’s straps, criss-crossing her body, one particularly cruel one laid tightly up her crotch. The button to release them was right on her chest… Like the diaper’s tapes, however, it was designed for a much larger person to use. And, with Natalie right there, able to glance down at her any moment, Emily didn’t dare try it… It was probably for the best, really… It would only have further bruised her pride.

Emily winced, feeling the cool rush of air as they entered the store, the bumpiness subsiding, becoming much smoother as the wheels glided across the linoleum floor, rather than asphalt. “I almost don’t know where to start,” Natalie shook her head, looking around, taking in all the aisles, all her choices… Emily, on the other hand, the one with experience, the one all of this would be for, could see only her sister, and the doors she’d just been wheeled through, automatically sliding shut.

They were little-proof as well, she knew from previous trips here. The sensors to cause them to open were low enough for littles to trigger them from the outside, but the ones inside were much higher, to the point that she’d seen some ‘tweeners have to hop up to get them to open. She’d always found that funny… They looked so desperate, as if they were afraid, if they couldn’t get out, they’d be deemed unfit for adulthood, and sold with the rest of the stuff here, as a baby.

Honestly, they might have had a reason to be scared; that was, essentially, what happened to any littles foolish enough to wander in. They had no hope of making the doors open by themselves, and rarely fast enough to slip out in the wake of any larger shoppers… Not without being noticed, grabbed, and put to work. It wasn’t unusual to see one of them ‘demonstrating’ some of the products here, at least until someone, either another worker or a customer, took a liking to them.

So, Emily knew not to even try to escape, now that she was inside. She’d hoped Natalie would take her somewhere else, that she wouldn’t know about the more specialized baby stores, or think the stuff from department stores was just as good… There, she could have had a chance. Here, Emily was far safer staying locked in her seat, arms folded over her bare chest, wallowing in her stinky diaper.

“You know,” Natalie mused, pushing the cart through the store, stopping now and then to coo over something cute and put it into the cart behind Emily, leaving the smaller woman to stare at the section they’d been in as she was steered past it, wondering which of the things there her sister had chosen, “I considered taking you to your place, thinking you might have a few things there I could use, after all that time you spent working at daycares… But this is better. You’re a very special baby, and you deserve your own, new stuff.”

“I don’t need any of this, and you know it,” Emily grumbled.

“Not even this?” Natalie teased, stopping the cart again, this time showing Emily what she’d grabbed. It was a pack of onesies, in an assortment of colors.

Emily started to say no, hardly able to imagine herself dressing in anything so infantile… However, she couldn’t deny that it would, at the very least, be better than getting stuck in only a diaper. “They do make real clothes for people my size,” she said instead.

Natalie tossed the package into the cart. “They do, but those are for the mature littles… Not the ones who fill their diapers and throw tantrums in the middle of restaurants.”

Natalie did take her to the proper clothes section, after putting a few more things into the cart from the selection of onesies, tights, and socks Emily got to see when they moved on. She didn’t get released from her seat, but Natalie held outfits up to her, estimating how they’d fit, hanging anything that seemed like it had a chance of keeping her diaper covered back up, and adding most of the others to the rest of her purchases.

Emily had seen this quite a bit, especially with new mothers; most parents did it, to some extent, though usually they toned it down after a while. After they first adopted, they were so excited, they couldn’t bear the thought of allowing their precious little’s diapers to be hidden… Or, perhaps they were worried the little wouldn’t tell them when they needed a change and get a rash unless they could constantly monitor the state of their diaper. Eventually, they got used to it, and realized littles were more resilient than some gave them credit for, and capable of sitting in their used diapers for quite some time with few ill effects, and started adding a touch more variety to their wardrobe.

She’d never given much thought to what it was like from the other side… The littles were having to walk around with, essentially, their underwear on full display at all times. Perhaps they’d get some tights, which didn’t do much to hide them, or a onesie, which diapers usually peeked out of a bit, and were easy to open – for Amazons, anyway – but that was generally the best they could hope for, at least at first.

“Wh-What about those?” she blushed, pointing to a pair of pink, denim shortalls as they passed by her view. They were infantile, obviously, and, in her old life, she’d never in a million years have chosen them… Compared to the tiny dresses, and t-shirts with cartoon characters she knew she’d be wearing with no bottoms other than her ever-present diapers, they were high fashion.

“Hmm,” Natalie picked them up, turning them over, then holding them up to Emily, giving her a flash of hope. “No, I don’t think so.”

The next stop was the longest. Natalie parked the cart, giving Emily just enough of a glimpse of her surroundings to realize they were in the furniture section, then stepped around to the other side to talk to the associate there, discussing what pieces she’d need for her new nursery, what was the safest, the cutest, the most secure… Emily could pick up pieces of the conversation, but not enough to totally follow it, definitely not without any points of reference, since she couldn’t see what they were looking at.

Considering the state of her diaper, it was almost silly to worry when she felt her bladder starting to feel full again. It was so much smaller than before… She squirmed, pressing her hands to her crotch, barely able to feel them, certainly not able to push hard enough to help stem the pressure inside. “Natalie,” she called quietly, not wanting to attract anyone else’s attention.

Did she even really want her sister’s? She doubted she’d be taken to the bathroom… Natalie probably wouldn’t notice her diaper getting a bit damper. Emily might not, either, although she’d know what she’d done… She tried, in vain, to press her thighs together, the bulky diaper preventing it.

Somehow, she still hadn’t gone by the time Natalie returned, though, at the sight of her sister’s smug smile, she couldn’t bring herself to say anything about it. “All done!” Natalie declared. “Now, there’s just one more thing we need, and we’ll be all done…”

Emily recognized the next aisle immediately; she’d gone to it many time, ensuring she had her products displayed exactly the way she liked, ready to reprimand any nearby workers if she found even a single package out of place. She gasped, squirming… She’d known this was coming, and yet, it was still a shock to find herself here, not shopping, or proudly looking at her own merchandise, but being shopped for.

“Wow, there are so many!” Natalie exclaimed. “I didn’t realize there were this many brands… It’s a good thing that worker gave me some recommendations.” She unlocked her phone, looking at the notes she’d made, walking away to give Emily a full view of the wall of diapers, the models all staring down at her, before returning with three packages.

“All right,” she said. “Now, you have a decision to make, Emily… I’m going to leave it up to you, because I can’t decide which is better. We have these,” she held up a package of diapers, some pretty middle-of-the-road ones, not as huge as the one she was wearing, or the ones she made, but nowhere near the thinnest on the market. “You can have these, if you want, and, perhaps, somewhere down the road, if you can prove you’ve learned your lesson, and are mature enough, I’ll let you try to potty train again, and if you fail, we can just start over, and you’ll get another chance after a few more months. Or…”

She held up another package, this time on training pants. They were far thinner, of course, and she nearly pointed to them right away before Natalie stopped her. “Hold on,” she warned. “You can pick these if you want… If you do, however, I’m only giving you one shot. I’ll get a potty training chart to go with them, and if, by the time we reach the end of the chart, you have more frowny faces than happy ones…”

That was where the third pack came in. Seeing it was like a punch to the gut, earning a small gasp from Emily, as well as a trickle from her bladder into her diaper. Did Natalie know those were hers?! She’d told her sister about them, obviously, yet she’d never seemed like she was listening all that closely… And she’d said she’d gotten a recommendation. Had the worker told her to go with those, not knowing they’d be going on the person who designed them?

“These are, basically, the biggest, thickest, thirstiest diapers on the market,” Natalie informed her, as if she didn’t already know. “If you fail your potty training, you’ll be going into these, full time… And you won’t get another shot, no matter how good you are.”

Emily gulped, staring at the packages. She didn’t want to go straight to diapers… However, that might be the safe option, since, if anything went wrong, somehow, with the trainers… She shook her head, gulping. What should she do?!

Go with the diapers, and multiple chances to work her way back up in the future?

Or the training pants, and trust she won’t screw up her one chance now?

 

This decision has already been made, but if you’d like to catch up on the story, and help decide where it goes next, you can find it, and other exclusive stories and captions, at my Patreon!