Published: November 10th 2021, 3:01:02 pm
"Can you get my laptop out of my bag for me?" Josephine asked, reaching over the side of the highchair, little hands grasping at the air, far above their intended target, demonstrating that she wasn't just being lazy not doing it herself.
"Of course," Gwynn told her, unzipping the bag, sliding the computer out, handing it to her friend, blushing and looking away after Josie caught her freezing as she caught another glimpse of her diaper.
Josephine blushed, too, though it didn't bother her as much as it could have. This wasn't the first time, since she'd become an official college student, that she'd been diapered... When she'd gotten on the plane to fly out to this new town, she'd been stopped by security, patted down, and padded up, informed that unaccompanied littles were required to wear them. She'd protested that she was an adult now, that she didn't usually have accidents, but they wouldn't listen.
She'd done her best to avoid getting caught by any Amazons who wanted to do the same to her after that, until now. This didn't feel the same, however... It hadn't been Gwynn's choice, so she didn't mind it that much. They were both just doing what they had to do to blend in here, so they could wait out the rain.
"Ugh," she wrinkled her nose in frustration.
"What's wrong?" Gwynn asked instantly. "Do you want to leave?"
"No, it isn't that," Josie shook her head. "This stupid highchair, is, like, the exact wrong size for me to fit my laptop anywhere on it!" The tray wasn't quite big enough for her to fit the whole computer inside of the lip running around the edge of it, and the lip itself was high enough to put the screen at a very awkward angle if she rested the laptop partially on the lip... Not to mention her anxiety at the thought of her computer losing its balance and tumbling to the floor.
"Oh," Gwynn said. "Do you want to... trade? I-I mean, I get it if you don't want me using your laptop, but I promise, I'll only look at your notes, and..."
"Sure," Josie cut her off with a smile, trusting her friend not to go snooping through her private files, definitely not when she was sitting right beside her. "I won't feel nearly as bad if your books fall off here. N-Not that I'm going to try to make them do that, but... You know."
They switched, though Josie still only had room for a couple of the books on the tray with the cookies and the bottle. Josephine shifted in her seat, diaper crinkling, as she slid them to the side, the latter especially scaring her. There was no telling what was inside that white liquid... And yet, her mouth was starting to feel dry from that one bite of cookie she'd taken, and that was what she had.
She blushed, turning back to the books, but with everything else going on, it was difficult to concentrate, to not look around at the cafe, to see the other clients there, many of which had bustled in while she and Gwynn were getting settled, escaping the rain, too. They were almost all littles, there with their Amazon parents, sitting in high chairs, their diaper bulges obvious as they were being fed mushy baby food, or big bottles of milk, like the one in front of her...
She felt the warmth in her cheeks increase, embarrassed for them, and to be in so similar a situation, to an outside observer. Anybody walking in would assume she was like them, wouldn't know that they were only friends, that she didn't need diapers at all...
And the littles in the playpen were the worst. Most of them were crawling, massively padded backsides on display beneath dresses that were far too short, or shirts that didn't come close to hiding them in the first place. They all looked soggy, at best, and she was certain, the longer she watched, that some of them were lumpy in a way that made her all the more uncomfortable.
She didn't want to interrupt Gwynn, however, or to make her go back out in the rain, which looked heavier than ever. She shook her head, forcing herself to concentrate on her studying, what they were here to do, pulling out her phone and popping in her earbuds to listen to some music and block out everything around her, except for the textbooks.
Josie didn't notice the soft smile forming on Gwynn's face as she glanced up at her adorable friend. She'd always thought Josie was cute - so small, yet so grown up at the same time - but she couldn't deny that the diaper took her that last step into absolutely precious. She felt guilty watching, so she did her best not to... She couldn't help herself, though, not when she saw the girl bobbing her head to her music, unaware of the rustling her diaper made as she did so. And when she reached over, breaking off a bit of her cookie, or, seemingly unconsciously, picking up her bottle, the thing so big she had to use both hands to hold it, it was hard to distinguish her from an actual baby.
For Josie's part, she hadn't been able to help herself for too long, needing to drink something, and only having one thing on hand. The milk didn't taste weird, so she let her guard down a little, thinking of it like any other snack, almost forgetting she was in a cafe, wearing a diaper, or that her snacks might have been tampered with, normal tasting or not... Until she had to use the bathroom.
She'd never felt her bladder go from empty to full so quickly. She fidgeted in her seat, nibbling her bottom lip as she attempted to cross her legs, the bar running up the center of the high chair keeping her from doing so effectively. She jiggled the tray, but it was no surprise that it was locked in place in a way she couldn't undo on her own, and Gwynn was engrossed in reading Josephine's notes, so she didn't want to interrupt her...
It took a few minutes of hesitating, at best, before she felt a dribble. It happened, from time to time, was natural... Sometimes her professors wouldn't let her get up to use the bathroom on time, or, when she was out in town by herself, and couldn't find a bathroom that would accommodate her size, it would happen, and make her glad for her Pull-Ups. She'd learned the classes she might need them for, would use them only if she thought they were necessary, although, even then, what happened was usually so small her normal panties likely would have held up all right.
This time, on the other hand, the dribble didn't stop. It kept going, building to a trickle, a stream, a flood, and, before she knew it, she was sitting in an absolutely soaked diaper, stunned. She whimpered softly, peering at her bottle of milk, regretting having let herself get accustomed to using it, because, as she saw now, it was empty... And it felt like most of it had already ended up in her pants, her very first real, true, full accident.
"Josie?" Josephine sucked in a breath, squirming, certain her friend had noticed, and was going to reprimand her, or at least tease her. "I've looked through all of these notes, but I didn't see any that covered..."
"Oh, right," Josie nodded. "Sorry, I-I didn't think anyone else would be using them... They're kinda all over the place..."
"Could you show me where?" Gwynn asked, Josie nodding again, relieved when the Amazon lifted her out of the high chair, until she wound up, instead, on the other girl's lap, praying that, somehow, her friend wouldn't recognize the squishiness of her diaper as she leaned forward to reach the trackpad, clicking through her folders to her other notes.
She leaned back right in time for the waitress to return and ask, "Do you two want anything for lunch?" They glanced at one another, both apparently coming to the same conclusion, the waitress handing them a single menu to look over, prompting Josie to stay put on her friend's lap so they could share it as they made their decision about what to eat.
"What a calm, well-behaved little baby you are," the waitress praised Josie, patting her on the head when she took the menu back once they'd ordered. "Sitting there while your Mommy studies..."
"I'm studying, too," Josie mumbled, rolling her eyes.
"Of course you are," the woman agreed condescendingly. "Let me go put this order in."
Josie watched the waitress go, a part of her wanting to hop off of Gwynn's lap, to prove that she wasn't a baby, and Gwynn wasn't her Mommy... But another part lingering there, backside wriggling in her soggy diaper, positive that, even if she could have gotten onto the changing table in the nursing room by herself, the tapes on the diapers provided here were almost definitely little-proof.
"Umm... Gwynn?" she swallowed. "I-I need some help with something."
If she'd had any question about whether her friend had known the condition of her pants, it was washed away now, with how quickly the girl said, "Of course," and, without any further clarification, stood up, keeping Josie in her arms, carrying her straight to the nursing room for a fresh diaper.