She could do that - she hoped.
***
Inside her townhouse, Evelyn nursed a glass of white wine as she browsed the internet, looking idly through ABDL websites.
As she scrolled past images of cute young women in diapers, it was hard not to imagine Amber instead. Groaning, Evelyn hit the 'x' on her browser, and went into the kitchen to have dinner. As usual, she wasn't cooking anything. It felt pointless when it was only her in the house.
Sighing, Eve pulled a Slim n Healthy microwave meal out of the freezer, sliding the plastic tray out of the paper wrapper and onto the rotating glass plate. One of her cats, Mitzi, hopped up on the counter, curious to see what she was doing.
"Hey, girl," Evelyn muttered, scratching gently under Mitzi's chin, eliciting a happy purr. "Where's Lala?"
Evelyn knew it was a stereotype for a lesbian to have several pet cats, but she'd always had an affinity for them anyway. She had two at the moment, Mitzi - black all over, except for a white blaze on her chest... And Lala, who was a playful calico she'd only gotten a year before.
One day Evelyn hoped to have a woman to come home to, instead of two cats. But for now they were good companions. It felt good to have a warm body curled up in bed next to her at night - even if that body had claws and lethal tuna breath.
The microwave went off a few moments later, and Evelyn took her dinner back over to the desk to eat it.
As she picked at the steamed carrots, Evelyn let her mind wander, imagining Amber eating with her. She blushed, letting herself fantasize for just a moment... She could cook a real dinner for her. Even cut it up into little pieces like you might do for a real toddler...
"Oh stop it," Evelyn muttered to herself, shaking her head. "She's just a poor girl who can't help wetting the bed. She'd be horrified to know you're thinking about her this way..."
Evelyn silently ate the rest of her dinner with one hand, while the other held her mouse, clicking back through the sites she closed earlier. Her eyes were drawn to the thick diapers the models wore, running up and down the crinkly padding.
Again, she thought about Amber... Those diapers she'd bought weren't really any good. Of course, she probably had no idea there were even better products on the market. Evelyn frowned sympathetically. Hopefully doubling up would be enough to keep her bed from getting wet.
"You know, it wouldn't be such a bad thing if I ordered her some better ones," she said to herself, biting her lip as her cursor hovered over the address bar. "And she wouldn't need to know they cost more. I already offered to pay for them..."
"Fuck it," Evelyn finally said, rapidly typing in the address to a medical supply company. "I'm going to do it."
Her heart raced as she looked through the available products, comparing their absorbency and sizes and appearance. As much as she wanted to believe she was doing this only for Amber, as she browsed Evelyn couldn't stop picturing the strawberry-blonde teenager wearing them in real life.
She'd waited so long to have an opportunity to buy diapers for a babygirl. Evelyn knew this didn't really count, and she told herself she wasn't thinking that way, anyway - but it was hard to deny the jolt of excitement that went through her as she placed a pack of plain white diapers in her cart.
"That's enough for now," she murmured, fighting the urge to buy several more packs and get a discount on a case.
Finally, she clicked 'buy now' and entered her card details. Evelyn felt a rush of anticipation as she finished the order, knowing the diapers were on their way. In less than a week, she'd be putting Amber in one, wrapping her in thick, crinkly plastic...
Evelyn's hand slid downwards, resting on her knee... Electricity tingled in her fingertips as she traced them upwards along her inner thigh, cheeks flushing as she allowed herself to fantasize...
The thick padding of the diapers would be firm and fluffy, unable to be compressed. Baby Amber would pout seductively, unable to close her legs, unable to hide that she was wearing a diaper under her clothes.
"Good babygirl," Evelyn muttered, in real life and in the fantasy, as her fingers dipped between her folds, finding her stiff clit and stroking it slowly. "All dressed up for Mommy..."
Images flashed through her mind as she naughtily played with herself, reaching underneath to slide the back of the chair back, her legs spreading wide as she devoted herself fully to masturbating. Groaning, Evelyn bit her cheek as her fingers worked between her legs, teasing and rubbing her throbbing nub.
Amber would be so cute in her diapers, maybe in just a short t-shirt and a bib... Or even no shirt, her perky young breasts barely hidden by the cutesy adult baby bib, her nipples poking out from the bottom, red, rosey and inviting.
"Ohhh, Mommy," she'd moan, as Evelyn's hand slipped between her thighs, pressing the thick padding up against her eager young slit. "I'm your naughty little girl."
Evelyn groaned, hips rocking eagerly as her breath hitched in her throat. Her fingers were slick with her own juices as she imagined Amber as her own baby girl, untaping her diaper... She'd plant kisses going downwards from her tummy, light at first, then firmer and firmer as she approached her wet, shaved slit.
Her tongue would cleft Amber's folds, pressing deep inwards to find the source of the light but musky taste of her flowing pussy juices. The girl Evelyn had seen grow from a baby into a woman would be her baby once more, giving soft, helpless moans and whimpers of pleasure as she ate her out.
"God," Evelyn groaned in the real world, feeling her muscles clenching harder and harder, her back arched as her hips pushed upwards towards the stimulation.
Instead of her hand, she imagined Amber, between her legs. Amber's beautiful pink lips kissing, worshipping her Mommy's slit. Amber's big eyes as she watched Evelyn's expression, making sure she was doing a good job. Her padded rump high in the air behind her, crinkling, shifting from side to side as she devoted herself eagerly to her task.
"Oh god, right there, good girl, good babygirl, nmmff..." Evelyn panted, gritting her teeth and humping, grinding against the air. "Mommy's go-gonna.... Mommy's gonna cum!"
Fantasy and reality merged as Evelyn climaxed, moaning in bliss as her pussy spasmed and clenched around her fingers. Her clit throbbed, a waterfall of pleasure gushing between her legs, pulsing, thumping in time with her racing pulse as she writhed in sheer ecstacy.
In her fantasy, her padded babygirl Amber's tongue lapped at her stiff nub again and again, pushing her right over the edge, and holding her there, for second after orgasmic second. Evelyn gave another long, soft moan as she pictured the crinkling of the diaper, the smooth plastic against her fingers, as she finally began to reach the end of her climax, gasping and sagging, sweat on her forehead from exertion.
"God... fuck... fuck...." Evelyn shuddered, removing her hand from between her legs, clumsily wiping the slippery stickiness on her inner thighs. "Oh God what is wrong with me..."
Overcome with guilt, Evelyn closed the browser once more. She felt disgusted with herself. Amber might have been an adult now, but it still felt beyond inappropriate to think those kinds of things about her.
Tears pricked Eve's eyes, even as the endorphins from her recent orgasm raced through her bloodstream. Was she really so desperate for love she'd start perving on her best friend's kid? There were hundreds of women out there her own age... Why was she having feelings, out of nowhere, about a girl who hadn't even hit her twenties?
Maybe it was just the diapers? Evie swallowed, blinking back some of the tears of self-loathing filling her eyes. If it was just that... a fetish thing... maybe she could just forget about the whole thing in a while.
"It's just a few weeks," Evelyn mumbled to herself. "Maybe less. Amber will learn how to diaper herself soon, and, and she'll ask me to stop doing it... And things will be fine. There's nothing real here."
As much as Evelyn wanted to believe that, a tiny part of her clung to the hope that she was wrong about it.
Chapter 4 - Amber
Amber heard the doo
r downstairs close as Evelyn left, laying on her bed in silence.
Her heart went ka-thump, ka-thump, ka-thump, pulse booming in her ears. The doubled-up diapers between her legs rustled and crinkled with every little motion, the sound sending electric shivers racing up her spine. They were thick, resistant to her movements, the plastic sliding against the sheets as Amber tossed and turned.
"Fuck," she muttered, as she rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling. "What's the matter with me?"
Under the blanket, the padding of the diaper kept her legs slightly parted, the thickness pressed against her virgin mound as she flipped from side to side, trying to get comfortable. Amber knew she should sleep, even though she didn't have school tomorrow... But it was so hard when she kept replaying the scene from a few hours ago.
Never in her wildest dreams had Amber imagined that she'd be put into diapers before she graduated high school. She might have been 18, but her Mom still expected her to ask permission to stay out past 10, for Christ's sake. So Amber thought she'd have to be content with the internet until she went away to college and found other ABDLs.
...Not that Ms. Wood was into diapers like Amber was. She was just trying to help her out. So it wasn't really the same, was it?
Feeling this way... was completely crazy. Ms. Wood thought she was helping out her best friend's daughter, and nothing more. Amber had tricked her into putting her in diapers. She squeezed her eyes shut and groaned guiltily - that felt like a slimy, awful thing to do... But there wasn't much she could do about it now.
Amber ran her tongue around her mouth, finding it dry as a desert. She needed a glass of water... She'd have to go downstairs, where her Mom was still watching TV.
Amber slid off the bed, taking a deep breath as she pulled on her pajama bottoms, the thin material stretching over her diapers. They were compressed against her, feeling even thicker through the light clothing.
The crinkling of the plastic backing was muffled, but only slightly. Amber knew if her mother caught her, she'd notice immediately that she was wearing a diaper, and the thought of it made her heart pound relentlessly. At least the drama of sneaking downstairs like this distracted Amber nicely from the situation with Ms. Wood.
The floorboards creaked beneath Amber's feet as she moved on flat feet, shuffling from the landing to the stairs. Eyes wide and looking around frantically, she lowered herself to her bottom at the top of the stairs.
"Gah," she muttered under her breath as the diaper spread out under her backside as she sat, crinkling loudly. "Okay... here we go."
Feeling childlike glee mixing with the panic inside her, Amber began to slide down the stairs one at a time. There was a loud crinkle every time she landed, of course, but it was drowned out by a padded thump every time, making it hard to notice the sound of the diaper.
Amber found herself giggling quietly behind her hand as she sped up, taking the stairs more and more quickly, feeling like she was on a slide for real as she sped up. At the last step, she pulled herself up by the stair rail, swallowing as she peered down the hallway to the kitchen.
The door to the sitting room was open wide, the sounds of the TV coming through it. Taking a deep breath, Amber lifted herself onto her tiptoes, biting her lip as she walked carefully past it.
She tried to keep her breathing infrequent, holding it in as she passed the open door, making her way into the kitchen. Amber cringed at every rustling noise, but there was nothing she could do but keep moving.
At last, she was home free. Giddy with triumph, Amber hopped the distance across the threshold, feet landing on the cold tile of the kitchen a moment later
Knowing she wasn't out of the woods yet, Amber quickly grabbed a glass and turned on the tap, letting it run for a little bit to get cold. While she waited, she kept her ears pricked, listening for her mother's approach, cautiously leaning over the sink to let the glass fill.
As the water reached the top of the glass, Amber heard the TV switch off.
As she lunged for the tap, twisting it desperately, stopping the flowing stream of water, she heard her mother's footsteps.
Slow at first, but she was definitely coming towards the kitchen. Amber found herself hyperventilating, chest rising and falling rapidly as she turned around, feeling trapped, cornered like an animal.
Having only a split second to make a decision, Amber turned her body all the way around, crossing her legs and pressing her padded backside against the counter. She held the glass of water in front of her crotch and leaned forward just a little, hoping to obscure any lumpiness.
Amber had no time to worry about if anything was visible - a moment later, her Mom entered the room, smiling at her as if nothing was wrong.
"Hey, sweetie," she said, turning and opening the fridge. "You're still up? I thought you were getting an early night..."
Amber felt the glass slipping in her hand a little, sweat building on her palms. Before she could even respond, her mother continued:
"I guess Evelyn coming over threw you off, huh?" her Mom said, a small handful of grapes in her palm, tossing one into her mouth as she spoke. "Mm. Did she manage to help you?"
"Help me?" Amber squeaked, suddenly alarmed, trying not to breathe too hard and make herself crinkle.
"With your homework?"
"Oh, right," Amber replied, relieved. "Um. Yes. She did, a lot. In fact she said she might come over again tomorrow... If that's okay?"
"Of course it is, honey," Amber's mother told her. "...I'm going to head upstairs now. You'd better go to bed soon too, okay?"
"I, I will," Amber stammered, watching hopefully as her mother took a few steps towards the door. "I was just getting a drink of water."
"Okay. Goodnight, sweetheart," Amber's mother said, with a loving smile as she walked into the hallway. "Love you!"
"Love you too, Mom," Amber called back, body shivering with relief as she heard the sound of her mother's footsteps retreating up the stairs.
She'd wait there a few more minutes - then she'd go upstairs to bed, and maybe she could finally sleep...
***
Once she was back upstairs, Amber actually found it remarkably easy to get to sleep. The rush of sneaking around downstairs successfully had worn her out somehow, and despite the diaper between her legs, she managed to drift off within a few minutes of laying down.
She didn't even have time to message Kiki and say goodnight... or discuss how it felt to be wearing a diaper.
Amber slept soundly until the early hours of the morning, when she suddenly woke up. Her bladder groaned with fullness as she sat up, grabbing for her phone to check the time. Groggily, she stared at the little '04:13' on the screen for several seconds before realizing what it meant.
"Gnuhhh," Amber groaned, as she put her phone back down clumsily.
Why did she have to wake up so early? Hopefully she could get out of bed and make her way to the bathroom, and then come back and fall asleep before she woke up too much.
Amber got as far as tossing aside her comforter before she remembered she was wearing a diaper.
"Shit," she muttered.
As she bit her lip, legs rubbing against one another and making her padding rustle, Amber considered what to do next. She could just wet her diaper, right? There were two, so... they should hold up to one wetting.
Closing her eyes, Amber sank into the bed, willing her body to relax. When her bladder muscles refused to do the same, she grunted, pushing slightly, trying to force her body to open that valve. But no matter how hard she tried, Amber found she couldn't manage to wet herself.
Frustrated, she sat up, spreading her legs and peering down at her diaper. Her bladder ached from holding back the flood of pee inside it, but none of it, not even a single drop, escaped into her diaper.
Feeling her need to go intensifying as she woke up more, Amber grabbed her phone again, hurriedly opening her chat with Kiki. She giggled a little at the last few grumpy messages Kiki had sent as Amber had been falling asleep
without telling her. Her poor ABDL 'sister' got pouty when she didn't get attention.
Blushing slightly even though Kiki couldn't even see her, Amber quickly messaged her, hoping she had some advice... and that she was still conscious.
LilBabyAmber: hey.... u up?
Amber's fingers drummed against the screen of the phone as she waited for a response. Luckily, she got one, letting her know Kiki was still around and available to help.
PastelPunkKiKi: ya I've been gaming all night ><
PastelPunkKiKi: what's up, crinklebutt? :P :P
Her cheeks burning a little more and a shy, embarrassed smile creeping across her face, Amber bit her lip slightly as she hurried to type out a reply.
LilBabyAmber: Das naughty, sis! >: O
LilBabyAmber: Um...
LilBabyAmber: ...I need to pee... but I'm still wearing the diaper x.x
PastelPunkKiKi: i'mma rebel ;p
PastelPunkKiKi: just go then!!!! gosh.
LilBabyAmber: I want to! I just can't! :( :( my dumb body won't let me.
Amber had to wait a frustratingly long time for Kiki's response, but finally the older girl sent back a link to a webpage on an ABDL site. Clicking through, Amber found a short blog post listing ways to overcome a 'shy bladder'.
"Huh," she said to herself as she looked through the listed tips. "I didn't know this was really a problem people had."
Amber felt relieved to know she wasn't alone. After fantasizing about wearing and using diapers for so long, it almost felt like she was a failure somehow for not even being able to use it 'properly'.
"Okay, it says here that... it's usually because you're anxious about your diaper holding it all," Amber muttered as she read the webpage. "That's probably true. I really don't trust these to work right."
Amber patted her crotch, amused by the loud thump that came from it. Sure, it looked solid enough, but there was no way to know for sure if it was sea-worthy.
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