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The Surprise Trip

Published: September 22nd 2020, 2:01:05 pm

A short story/caption commission for an anonymous Patron. Picture property of Adriana Evans.

"Is it Disney World?" Ainsley giggled, bouncing up and down in her seat while her Mommy patiently waited for her to be still enough to fasten her seatbelt.

"It won't be a surprise if I tell you," Mommy told her, with a smile that made Ainsley even more certain that she was right. "If you're going to be this hyper the whole way, I might have to make you sit in the back seat."

"Mommy!" Ainsley squeaked, blushing and looking around to make sure none of their neighbors were around, although, obviously, her calling her girlfriend that would likely be seen as stranger than the threat... Not that she had a choice. There were rules this weekend, Mommy had told her, and one of them was that Ainsley wasn't allowed to address her by anything else, even if it was clear both of the girls were around the same age.

"Is that a yes?" Mommy leaned in a little closer, finally pulling the belt tight, snapping it into place and giving it a test tug, her other hand sliding beneath Ainsley's skirt and giving her diaper a check as well, to Ainsley's squirmy embarrassment. "Do you think they'll figure it out if they see me drag you out of there, give your padded bottom a smack, then strap you into the back like the naughty little girl you are?"

Ainsley fidgeted, cheeks burning brighter and brighter. She loved her house, and it was a good neighborhood... The only problem was that the houses were so close together. She was constantly afraid, any time she engaged in any playtime, that somehow her neighbors would see, or hear, or just know... She was always anxious, ready to snap out of her little space at any moment if she needed to. And yet, there was something hot about the idea of being found out... As long as it stayed an idea, and didn't turn into a reality.

"M-Mommy!" she gasped as the diaper check turned into a rub, detecting and correctly interpreting Ainsley's wriggling. As fun as it would be to let this happen, Ainsley was barely brave enough to wear her diaper outside the house, much less get off in it in her own driveway.

"Okay, okay," Mommy chuckled, moving her hand, Ainsley's hips trying to follow it automatically, feeling the padding rub against her instead. "We can pick this up later."

Ainsley could tell they were going south, which was the right direction for Disney, though, any more than that, she wasn't sure of. It was nice, being alone in the car with Mommy, who would flip Ainsley's skirt up and leave her diaper exposed for long stretches of empty road, until Ainsley noticed another car approaching.

"What are you doing, sweetie?" Mommy asked the first time, as Ainsley reached for her skirt. 

"Th-They're gonna see," Ainsley pouted, looking in the rear-view mirror.

"They're not paying attention," Mommy promised. "And, if they are, who cares? You're never going to see them again!" But she could tell Ainsley was still worried, so she nodded. "Okay, you can hide your Pampers if you want."

She was less accommodating when they stopped at the gas station, however. She filled the gas tank, then pulled into a parking spot around the side of the building, turning to the other girl, giving her diaper a check. "You'll make it," she said. "So... You have a choice. You can either let me roll your skirt up a bit, and come with me straight to the bathroom, or you can find drinks for both of us while I'm in there."

The skirt Mommy had picked out for her was already on the short side, so even one roll might leave her diaper peeking out, especially now that it was soggy... But the gas station was so small, Ainsley was positive anyone else in there would hear her crinkling. "Can't I wait out here?!" she whined. When Mommy shook her head, Ainsley sulked, crossing her arms. "Guess I'll look for drinks."

Mommy helped her out of the car, Ainsley swallowing as she heard how loud the damp diapers were, regretting her decision as she was led inside. In the enclosed space, they were like thunder, and she was positive she felt the eyes of everyone in there turning towards her as she shuffled off to the coolers, moving as little as possible when she was there, staring at her options.

She tugged at her skirt, heart pounding, listening to the chime as the door opened and closed behind her. What was Mommy up to?! Was she doing this on purpose?! By the time she heard someone approaching, she was ready to let her have it, spinning around and demanding, "What took you so long, Mo...?!"

Thankfully, before she got the final word out, she saw that it was some teenage girl, looking bewildered at the attack. Immediately, Ainsley's cheeks started to burn once more, her hands returning to her skirt at the sight of this younger, cooler girl right behind her, who would surely judge her if she knew what she was wearing. "S-Sorry," she squeaked. "I-I thought..."

"A-Are you done?" the teen asked. "I just needed..."

"Oh!" Ainsley realized she'd been standing there, spacing out, without taking anything, blocking the path for anyone else that needed a drink. "S-Sorry!" She opened the cooler, grabbing a couple sodas, then crept backwards, moving as slowly as she could without making it look obvious she was hiding something.

Thankfully, the girl grabbed her own drink and moved away, and, a few moments later, Mommy appeared. "Can we go?" Ainsley hissed, pushing one of the sodas into Mommy's hands.

"What is this?" Mommy asked, taking the other one as well. "No, no, sweetie... I don't think this is a good idea. It's way too sugary and sweet for you. I think we'd better get you some milk."

"Mommy!" Ainsley whispered, watching her put the bottle back, walk to the next door over, to the bottles of milk that were the same size, not daring to see if the teen, or anyone else, was around to witness this. Mommy didn't pay any mind, taking the milk and carrying it to the cashier, paying for the drinks and heading back to the car, Ainsley trailing after.

"You're not gonna be like this all weekend, are you?" Ainsley asked, once they were back in the car, and she was sullenly sipping on her milk. She loved Disney World, and didn't get to go that often... As fun as the idea of walking around there in diapers was, if she had to worry about Mommy exposing her and humiliating her at every turn, she wasn't sure it was worth it.

"I'm going to be worse," Mommy told her, Ainsley not quite certain if she was teasing or not. "You still don't know all my rules, little girl."

That gave Ainsley plenty to worry about for the rest of the drive, and kept her mind off of the signs, although, as they started driving through a forest she knew wasn't on the way to Disney, she started to suspect things weren't exactly as they seemed... Or, rather, as she'd assumed.

"What is this?" she asked, as Mommy stopped the car at a beautiful cabin, with nothing around it but trees. 

"This is where we're going," Mommy explained, reaching over to unbuckle Ainsley's seatbelt, grabbing her shirt and pulling it off the girl, moving on to unhooking her bra. "There's nobody around for miles... The person I'm renting it from stocked the fridge for us, so we don't have to go anywhere. It's just us, out here, with no other people to see you. It's totally private... So, are you ready for the rest of the rules?"

They were exactly what Ainsley would have expected, Mommy stripping her out of her skirt as soon as she stepped out of the car, leaving her in only a diaper, which was going to be her wardrobe for the rest of the weekend. While it was strange, walking around a strange house like that when she was afraid to do it in her own home, not caring if the curtains were drawn or not, it felt amazing, freeing, and so incredibly babyish...

But not as much as the other rule. She'd been curious about messy diapers for as long as she could remember, yet she was terrified that, somehow, if she put one of those into her garbage, her neighbors would know right away... This weekend, however, there were no potties for her. They were outside, on the porch, relaxing, when the urge got too bad for her to put off any longer, and, right there in the open, she squatted down, pushing, gasping in pleasant embarrassment and delight as she felt the lump begin to form in her diaper, the warm mush slowly spreading around her bottom.

She'd never felt more like a baby, one who didn't have to care about where she was, who didn't have any control over herself... She blushed, thinking about how anxious she'd be, doing this at home, constantly wondering about how she was going to dispose of the evidence without anyone seeing, and then imagining doing it on her own, much smaller, porch, where any of her neighbors could walk about and see her...

"Well, stinky-butt?" Mommy asked, giving the girl's droopy diaper a pat. "What do you think? Is this as good as Disney?"

Ainsley giggled, wiggling her squishy bottom. She loved Disney... But this was truly magical. "Better," she replied, sitting on Mommy's lap, blushing as she felt the mass in her pants squelch and shift, curling up there, feeling safe and secure, like the little baby girl she was.