princesspottypants
A Learning Experience
Published: July 30th 2020, 2:00:03 pm
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"But Mommmmmy," Emmy whined, squirming in place, hands clenched around the hem of her perfectly-sized pink dress, just long enough to keep her diaper hidden, yet still short enough to make her self-conscious about it. "I really hafta go..."
"I'm sure you do, dear," Cassie smiled at her, drinking in every moment of the girl's discomfort. "But we're on a walk, aren't we?"
It had been a mean trick... But that didn't make it any less entertaining to watch. A dose of a powerful, new laxative - put into some prune babyfood, so Emmy would blame it on that - and then a 'sudden' decision that they both needed to get some exercise had been all it took. Cassie had measured out the drug carefully, ensuring it was a safe amount for someone her baby girl's size, while still being very, very effective.
On the car ride over, Cassie had already seen Emmy fidgeting, although when she asked if everything was all right, the girl had said yes, probably assuming it wasn't that bad, that she'd be able to wait until they got back home, and could beg her Mommy to use her potty seat, since there was no way she'd be allowed to go into the bathrooms at the park. They'd only have toilets there, and Mommy had told her, in no uncertain terms, those were off-limits.
By the time Emmy had gotten desperate enough to say anything herself, it was too late. They were partway through their walk, in the middle of the woods, the public bathrooms much too far away for them to return to in time... Not that Emmy had known that.
"Just this once, Mommy," Emmy pleaded. "I-I've been a good girl lately, a-and I won't try to use the toilet any other time, a-and..."
Cassie saw her face go red in the middle of the sentence, watched her wriggling intensify, until, as she trailed away, there was no doubt what was happening. Of course, it was far more fun to play dumb, to ask, "What's wrong, sweetie?" and see her baby girl unable to answer, grunting and gritting her teeth. "Uh-oh," Cassie cooed. "What's going on, Emmy?"
There was little cuter than a big baby blushing, claiming they were doing, "N-Nothin'..." when that was very obviously not the case, as if they thought they were hiding it, or that everyone around them was just as small and silly as them, and didn't already know.
Cassie played along, for a moment. "Let's get going, then," she said. "The sooner we finish up, the sooner we can get home for dessert!" But, unsurprisingly, Emmy didn't budge. "What are you doing?" Cassie asked innocently. Finally, she sniffed the air. "Emmy... What are you doing?"
"I-I..." Emmy stammered, helpless to stop her Mommy from lifting her skirt, exposing her expanding diaper.
"Emmy!" Cassie scolded. "If you had to go this badly, why didn't you ask for your potty before we left?"
"I-I..." Emmy tried again, getting no further than last time. If she said she hadn't known she had to go, then wasn't that the same as admitting she needed her diapers? As much as she was messing now, and as quickly as the need had appeared, she was, essentially, saying she couldn't be trusted in big girl panties. If all it took was one little jar of pureed prunes, and the amount of time it had taken to get from the house to the park, and a little ways into one of the shorter walking paths there, to have this big of an accident, some amount of protection was definitely warranted...
"Well, young lady," Cassie shook her head. "You know the rules... Little babies who go poo-poo in their Pampers aren't big enough to walk, are they?"
"But.... Mommy!" Emmy gasped. "W-We're not at home!"
"I know that," Cassie told her. "Which makes you doing this here all the more embarrassing for me. But rules are rules... If you aren't a big enough girl to tell me you need the potty in time, then you can just crawl your way back to the car."
She stomped her little foot, but Cassie couldn't imagine how incredibly helpless she must feel after this, how tiny. Pouting, she got down onto her hands and knees in the grass, staring up at Cassie, as if asking if she were serious about this.
She was; why else would she have made the girl wear a dress the perfect length to put her diapered bottom on display when she was on all fours? "Come along," she ordered, walking ahead. "I can't wait to have my dessert, anyway... Once I get you tucked into your crib nice and early."
If anyone would enjoy that story, Cassie thought, it would be her Mommy friend, Portia. There weren't a ton of people into the fetish in their town, which had made it relatively easy for them to find one another, once they went looking. They'd exchanged some tips here and there, had some small get-togethers with people from surrounding areas, and promised to get their babies together for play-dates... Except, Portia still didn't have a full-time baby of her own.
She had a nursery of her own already, built by the same person who had made Emmy's, and hosted some visitors there, but none of the had ever clicked in the same way that Cassie and Emmy had. So, when Portia had invited her over to help her prepare for another, one that she told Cassie she had a feeling might be 'the one', Cassie had been happy to visit. She was glad for her friend, of course.... And to have the chance to tell the story in person.
"I have one really big favor to ask of you," Portia told her when she arrived. "You're going to think this is crazy, but..." She blushed. "I've actually... Not diapered anyone. Not an adult, anyway, and not anyone at all since I was a babysitter, years ago."
"Really?!" Cassie was shocked. "What about the ABs who have stayed in your nursery?"
Portia shrugged. "We were taking it slow... None of us were comfortable with jumping right to that, so they always changed themselves, and things just never got that far with any of them. I've been talking with this new girl for a while, though, and I think it might happen... But I'm not sure if I know what I'm doing or not."
"You should have had me bring Emmy over," Cassie said. "You could have practiced on her all day." The girl was at work, but if she'd known about this, Cassie would have found another time when she was available.
"I thought about that," Portia admitted. "I didn't want to risk doing it wrong on someone who might actually use it, though. So I was thinking... I know it's silly, but could we try? Maybe you could diaper me first, so I could get an idea of what it's like, from a first-person perspective, and then I'd try it on you."
Cassie paused, reluctant. She loved seeing other people in diapers, adored watching her baby toddle around in them, especially once she'd used them... She'd never been particularly interested in wearing them herself, however. For the sake of her friend, and in the hopes that she'd finally find someone to be her Emmy, she nodded. "Why not? If you think it'll help."
She was so used to diapering Emmy, it was strange doing it to someone taller than her, but, once Portia was on the table, not that different. She talked the woman through her process, then stripped down herself. It felt very odd, and strangely ominous, sliding out of her jeans and panties, setting them aside, knowing she was about to be put into a diaper, like little Emmy...
It was, it turned out, worthwhile. "Aww, don't you look cute?" Portia teased, helping Cassie up off the table.
"Not bad for a first try," Cassie blushed, ignoring the comment as she examined the diaper. Since she didn't wear them, it was hard to tell if it was on correctly by feel, but once she was standing, and could look down at it, she had a better idea of what needed to be fixed. "You could pull it up a bit more before fastening the tapes, though... And don't be afraid to make it nice and tight. That's what prevents leaks."
"I see," Portia nodded. "All right, baby Cassie, back onto the changing table! Let's get this right!"
A few more pointers, and Portia was diapering like a pro. "Maybe we can try again in a bit," she said, satisfied with the results. "For now, why don't we have something to drink?" She led Cassie to the kitchen, brewing a pot of tea.
"Can't we change first?" Cassie blushed.
"No point," Portia told her. "If we're going to practice more, we'd just have to take our clothes back off in a few minutes."
Cassie didn't love sitting around in a diaper, and it certainly made her story feel a bit different... But she'd already waited this long to tell it, so, once the tea was finished, and they were both seated and served, she let it all spill out.
Portia listened, calmly sipping her tea, then, at the end, asked, "And you did this in public?"
Cassie sighed, rolled her eyes; she should have known that would be the thing that stood out to Portia. She was constantly lecturing her about how they should be careful, and not inflict their fetishes on non-consenting randos.... But what did she know? She didn't have a baby herself yet, had no idea how tempting it was, how much fun it could be... She thought, because she was a few years older, that she knew better, even when she didn't have nearly the amount of real-world experience as Cassie.
"It was fine," she told Portia. "You're always so uptight about this... I've been to that park plenty of times... I know there's hardly ever anyone there that time of day. And if I'd seen someone, I'd have let her stand up." She left the 'probably' from the end of that sentence unspoken, although she suspected they both knew it was there.
"And you used that laxative on her without her knowledge?" Portia raised an eyebrow.
Cassie groaned. Portia was nice enough, but there were definitely days when she could be a real stick in the mud, and Cassie wished there were other Mommies around she could talk to in person. "It wasn't that much," she said. "I was careful with the dosage."
"I imagine it was the same one you showed me the other day," Portia mused.
Cassie had been so excited to find it... Tasteless, clear, fast-acting... It was perfect for things like... Well, what she'd done. She'd hesitated to show it off to Portia, but she'd had to let someone know. "It was," she answered. "I thought it was pretty clever, sneaking it into her prunes like that... Then she could blame any tummy troubles on them, and she had enough experience that she'd think she'd be all right, until it was too late."
To Cassie's surprise, Portia gave a nod, actually complimented her plan with a, "That was smart." Finally, she was acknowledging that, even though Cassie was younger, she could come up with good ideas on her own.
"I know," Cassie said smugly. "She never knew what hit her."
"It seems not," Portia replied. "You really can't notice it when it's in something else, can you?"
"I assume not," Cassie shrugged. "She already hates the taste of prunes, so I'm not sure she would have noticed any extra nasty flavors in there."
"But what about you?" Portia asked.
Cassie frowned, confused - of course she hadn't noticed it, she wasn't about to try the dosed prunes herself! - even as she felt a small rumble in her stomach.
"You didn't taste it in the tea?" Portia smirked. "I picked a strong flavor, just to be safe... I thought I noticed something off, but that's kind of cheating, since I knew it was there..."
"W-Wait... You're joking, right?" Cassie paled. "Th-That's not funny..."
"I thought it was a little amusing," Portia shrugged. "At least as funny as that little story of yours, and you seemed to be very pleased with yourself over it, so..."
"What the hell, Portia?!" Cassie jumped to her feet. "This is insane! Why would you drug me?!"
"Don't be so dramatic," Portia shook her head, reaching for the other woman's hand, having to try twice before grabbing it, Cassie pulling away the first time. "I didn't just drug you... I drugged both of us. Besides, it's only fair, don't you think? After you did it to your baby girl?"
"No!" Cassie stomped her foot. "This isn't the same at all, you didn't... I didn't..." She frowned, defeated her own arguments before she could make them. "I'm not a baby like her!"
"We'll see about that," Portia said, leading the younger woman away.
"Let me go!" Cassie whined, trying to pull free as they passed the bathroom.
"That would defeat the whole purpose of this," Portia chuckled. "You see, Cassie, that wasn't the first time I heard that story... Emmy told me all about what happened. Considering you'd just told me about the laxative a few days earlier, I knew what you'd done... And that you'd taken things too far. So I thought it would be a good idea to give you a taste of your own medicine."
Cassie gulped as she was pushed back into the nursery, the door closed behind them ominously, seeming to trap them inside. Suddenly, as she stood there, wearing her diaper, surrounded by oversized plushies, and giant baby furniture, knowing what was about to happen to her, it didn't look nearly as cute and sweet...
"Maybe it isn't completely fair," Portia continued, "since you didn't agree, but I decided on a little wager for us... Seeing as you didn't give Emmy a chance to agree to what you did to her, though, I figured you wouldn't mind too much. I know you think I'm a bit of a prude, so if I lose control first, I'll stop telling you to tone things down, or be careful... Clearly, you'll have demonstrated you're more mature than me."
"A-And... If I lose?" Cassie asked, squirming in place. She didn't want to accept that it was possible, that she might... But she was already feeling frantic, and Portia was talking calmly, giving no signs that she was bothered at all. Cassie had always found all the crinkling produced by her wiggly Emmy in these situations adorable... Now, each one reminded her she was coming closer and closer to disaster.
"Then, sweetie..." Portia grinned, "That's what this whole trip was for. I needed to make sure I knew how to diaper you properly, because you're going to be my baby girl."
"What?!" Cassie squealed. "No! I'm not a baby! I'm a Mommy! Y-You can't..." She blushed as her words turned into grunts, as she felt a warm, mushy bulge starting to form in her padding, her hands clamping to her diaper in disbelief.
"Oh, you are, are you?" Portia teased. "It doesn't seem like it... It seems like you already lost, almost before I could finish telling you the stakes. You must be a very, very little baby indeed, to need her diapers that badly..."
Just when Cassie was certain things couldn't get any worse, she heard the doorbell. "I'd better go get that!" Portia smirked. "That must be your sister."
"M-My...?" Cassie frowned.
"Well, I can't expect Emmy to take care of herself," Portia explained. "So I'll have to look after her, too, which means she's now your sister... From the look of things, your older sister."
"No!" Cassie whimpered, imagining the girl she'd spent so long diapering, and embarrassing, and loving, suddenly her equal - or, potentially, superior. "P-Portia, please... Y-You're not gonna let her see me like this, are you?"
"It's bound to happen eventually," Portia told her. "But I'll tell you what, Cassie... I'll let you be a big girl one, last time." She walked over to the changing table, picking up a fresh diaper, offering it to Cassie. "You can change yourself if you want. You did a good job with my diaper... Let's see how well you can do with your own."
Cassie didn't want to put on another diaper, didn't want to be in this situation at all... But this was obviously going to be the best option she was going to get. She reached for the diaper, only to have Portia pull it away.
"Am I going to have to teach you manners, too?" Portia mocked. "Only babies use their grabby hands without saying..."
"Th-Thank you," Cassie mumbled, finishing the sentence with a blush.
"Thank you, who?"
Cassie glared up at Portia, this whole nightmare feeling more and more real as the other woman twisted the knife further and further... Which was, no doubt, the point. "Th-Thank you, M-Mommy," she said, wincing, recalling all the times she'd made Emmy say those exact words.
"Much better," Portia nodded, handing the diaper over. "I'll give you a minute."
She left the room, and Cassie stared down at the diaper, heart racing. Was she actually going to do this?! Her real underwear, and pants, were on the other side of the room... She could change into them instead, make herself look normal by the time Emmy arrived, try to laugh this whole thing off... She stared over at them, thinking about how she could get away from Portia, put a stop to this...
But she could still feel her tummy grumbling, knew that there was a good chance she'd have another accident before she got home, maybe even before she got out of this house. The best she could hope for at the moment was a clean diaper. She opened it up, wrinkling her nose as she stared at the inside of it, at the thick, puffy padding, realizing that was what she was going to be wearing from now on...
And then it started again. She'd gotten so lost in her thoughts, she hadn't even made it over to the changing table! She sat down, quickly, trying to stop it, nose crinkling as her bottom sank into the mush already filling her pants, feeling it grow, unhindered... She probably didn't have a lot of time now, so she raised her backside, slipped the fresh diaper under it, ready to change herself as soon as she was finished...
Of course, she didn't even think about the fact that she didn't have any other supplies there, no wipes, no powder, nothing... She just sat in the middle of the new diaper, continuing to mess her old one, waiting...
"There she is!" Portia exclaimed, opening the door, exposing Cassie to Emmy, whose eyes widened, before she dissolved into giggles. "What are you doing, silly girl?" Portia asked, walking over, looking down at the former Mommy on the floor beneath her. "I thought you wanted to change. Did you already forget how to do that?"
Cassie pouted up at her, embarrassed, jealous that Portia didn't appear to be bothered by the laxative at all, horrified that Emmy was seeing her this way. "Or did you just want a double diaper?" Portia smirked. "Do you want a thicker diaper than your big sister, so everyone know you're the baby? Let me help you with that, sweetie... No, move your hands away, I don't need your help. Just let Mommy do this, so she can go take care of some things of her own, while Emmy looks after you."
Cassie couldn't help but feel suspicious, unsure how much of what Portia had told her was the truth. Was she really that much more susceptible to the laxative than her, that Portia was able to handle it so calmly, while Cassie had been helplessly pooping her pants within minutes? It really could only have been in the tea, though, and they'd both drank it.
It was hard to deny, after seeing their reactions, that, of the two, Cassie was the one who deserved to remain in the diapers they'd 'practiced' putting on each other. Had Portia really not known how to do it? Or had that been part of the act, a reason to get them both padded up before the fireworks, without raising Cassie's suspicions?
In the end, it didn't matter... Once Emmy had seen Cassie sitting there, in a thicker, messier diaper than any she'd ever been in herself, there was no way she was going to go back to letting the woman boss her around. She'd always been more into Pull-Ups and training panties, anyway, even though Cassie rarely let her wear them, so she was more than happy to be the older sister, one who now was allowed those things, while her baby sister was the one who spent all her time diapered.
Portia loved letting Emmy help out in taking care of her former Mommy, showering her with compliments on how big a girl she was whenever she assisted with diaper changes, or feedings, or keeping Cassie entertained while Portia made supper. If Mommy wasn't home, Emmy was in charge, and she had total authority over Cassie. She could decide when Cassie got changed, what she wore, if she deserved a punishment when Portia returned...
And, just to seal the deal, Portia decided all three of them ought to go to an ageplay party together the next weekend, Cassie's debut in her new role. Cassie wasn't excited; after spending so long being looked up to as one of the few caregivers with a full-time, live-in baby, and taking so much delight in teasing the littles, it was going to be extra embarrassing, letting them all see her this way.
Emmy, on the other hand, very much was, especially after Portia told her, "You can pick out your sister's outfit for her, if you want."
Of course she did! She loved nothing more than to dress Cassie up like a dolly. Cassie toddled along after her, trying to convince her to go with something more subtle, to be nice, but that only seemed to egg the girl on, and, in the end, she'd put Cassie into a pink and white striped shirt, thigh highs, shiny Mary Janes, a pacifier, and a backpack for her changing supplies. No pants, no skirt, nothing to cover her diaper whatsoever.
"All ready?" Portia asked, Emmy nodding, taking Cassie's hand, leading her towards the door.
Cassie whimpered, waddling beside her sister helplessly. Everyone was going to know, instantly, that she'd fallen from grace, that she'd been demoted from Mommy to baby, and there would be no hiding it... She could already imagine all the Mommies and Daddies who had been so jealous of her for so long, bouncing her on their knee, feeding her bottles, spanking her if they thought she was misbehaving... She'd always loved making a grand pronouncement that anyone there could do that to Emmy if they liked... And now it was going to be her on the receiving end.
"Wait a minute," Portia said. Cassie let out a sigh of relief as Mommy took her hand, leading her back into the nursery. Of course! She was so against exposing their fetish in public... The event was in a private space, where it was allowed, but what if they had to stop and get gas or something? That was the kind of thing Cassie wouldn't have cared about... Portia, however...
It was a small comfort, but a crucial one. If she could just get something to go over her diaper, then maybe she could find some way to pretend things weren't as bad as they were, that there was still some semblance of her former adulthood, and authority. She could make this work...
"Lean over," Mommy ordered, and Cassie rested her hands on the changing table, confused, bending forward, blushing as she felt the woman's fingers probe at her diaper, giving it a thorough check. "Soggy, of course," she declared, "but it should last until we get there. All right, hold your big sister's hand, Cassie! Let's go out to the car!"
"B-But..." Cassie stared up at her in shock. "Wh-What if someone sees?!"
Portia grinned down at her. "I think maybe you were right all along, Cassie," she said. "Maybe I was too uptight about some things... I guess we'll just see how we feel about it after today. Besides, your sister picked you out a very nice outfit, and I'd hate to ruin that. Now, take her hand, and let's get moving... We don't want to be late."
