A Curious Baby Girl

by Sabante, Cindel

  "Go ahead," she said as she looked down at me. "Get a feel for them."

  My whole body tingled as I brought my legs together. The diaper crinkled as I moved, and when my legs came close to each other, it bunched between my thighs. I rubbed my legs together experimentally, feeling how the diaper moved with me. I'd never felt anything like it. The closest I could compare it to was a maxi pad, and that didn't even come close to what sat against my skin right now.

  "How does it feel?" she asked.

  I wasn't sure how to answer. I said the first thing that came to mind.

  "Weird."

  Olivia giggled. She sat down on the couch and crossed her legs while she looked at me. "The first time is always a little strange. I bet you can't even remember the last time you were in a diaper."

  My hands ran across the smooth plastic cover. I pushed my fingers against the seat of the diaper, forcing the padding against my pussy. A shiver shot through me as my wet lips touched down on the soft lining.

  I looked back at Olivia. "How do I look?"

  She smiled wide. "Adorable. It's taking a lot for me not to pull that diaper back off so I can have more fun with you."

  Color filled my cheeks while bubbles rushed through my tummy. I rolled over and crawled towards the couch so I could rest my head on Olivia's legs. Her hand dropped to my head and her fingers ran through my hair.

  "I wasn't lying when I said you were special you know," said Olivia.

  "What do you mean?"

  She stopped rubbing my head so she could look me in the eyes. "When I take a client, I make sure they know that everything we do will be non-sexual. They might get turned on during our time together, but I don't let them get off."

  "But not me, right?" I asked with slight worry in my voice. I was already feeling horny again.

  She chuckled as she brushed a strand of hair from my face. "No, not you. Because you aren't one of my clients Alexia. When I saw you in the hall this morning, trying to look so grown-up while you held onto those wet sheets, I knew right then that I wanted you. You were so cute, and so nervous.

  And then I took a look inside of your apartment. When I found the diapers opened, I hoped a little that I'd find one missing. When I didn't that hope died a little, but something drove me to look at your computer. It was wrong and crazy and probably more than a little illegal, but I couldn't get you out of my head."

  "I'm guessing my search history restored that hope."

  She nodded as she laughed. "And then some. You weren't just curious. You were diving into the deep end and swimming around. And all of those early searches told me you didn't know about any of this until yesterday. Do you know how crazy that makes this?"

  I shook my head. "Pretty crazy I guess."

  Olivia continued. "I don't think you understand how incredible this is. My package was delivered to you by accident. How many other people do you think would have opened up that box? And how many of them would have been so driven to find out everything about the diapers inside? How many would end up wetting the bed? And how likely would it be for us to cross paths like we did this morning?"

  "Coincidences aplenty," I said.

  "Or fate," Olivia responded. "Maybe you and I were destined to meet."

  "That's crazy."

  But even as I said it, I wondered if she might be right. I'd been drowning since I'd moved away from home. Work was exhausting. And then there was school. By the time I came home, I just wanted to sleep. I had no friends. No family. And I couldn't even decide who I was. Then Olivia showed up at my door.

  Olivia shrugged. "Maybe. Maybe not. But think about it for a second. Did you think this is where you'd end up today?"

  My hand dropped to the diaper I was wearing, just to make sure it was still there. I pressed my fingers against the plastic so I could hear the crinkle. My cheeks blushed at the noise, and I had to admit, Olivia might have been right. Even after peeing my bed, I didn't think I'd be sitting on my floor in a diaper today.

  I looked back up at Olivia. "So... Fate or not, what do we do now?"

  Her smile grew. "Now we finish getting you dressed."

  "You mean I don't look cute like this?" I asked as I giggled and shook my hips.

  Olivia stepped around me as she made her way back towards my bedroom. "As adorable as you are right now, I can't let you go outside in nothing but a diaper."

  My blood ran cold. "Wait... What? Outside?"

  I was on my feet and half way down the hall when Olivia came walking back out of my room with a pink and white floral dress, still dangling from its hanger. She gave me a disapproving look when she saw me standing in the way.

  "I can't go outside in a diaper!" I said as I looked at Olivia with wide eyes filled with fear.

  She sighed. "Why not? Babies do it all the time."

  "I'm not... I'm not a real baby! People will notice!"

  Olivia stepped in close and placed a hand on my shoulder. She pressed down, and for a moment, I didn't know what she wanted. But then she pointed towards the ground and I knew she wanted me back on my hands and knees. But I wasn't in the mood to crawl around. This was fun when it was just the two of us, but now she wanted me to step out of my front door wearing the biggest baby diaper anyone had ever seen. I shook her hand off and stood my ground.

  "Do you really want another spanking?" she asked as she looked me in the eyes. "Your butt probably still stings from the last one."

  My butt cheeks clenched in fear while the rest of my body tingled nervously. But I ignored her threat even as my body reacted.

  "I'm not going outside in a diaper!" I yelled as I stomped my foot. "No! I won't do it!"

  Olivia grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into the living room. I knew before she even pulled me to the couch that she was going to try and spank me again. But I wasn't going to let it happen this time. There was nothing she could do to make me go outside in a diaper.

  Nothing!

  "Are you sure this is what you want?" she asked as she pulled the back of my diaper down. "You're up to ten spanks right now."

  In a bizarre act of defiance, I pulled my diaper back up. I glared at Olivia and she glared right back. Neither of us said a word as we looked at each other.

  She dropped to the couch so suddenly that there was nothing I could do but fall with her. And with movements that made it clear she'd done this exact thing multiple times before, she managed to yank me onto her lap and pull my diaper back down in one fluid movement. She pinned me down like before, and without warning, her hand fell, quick and hard.

  Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

  She wasn't taking it slow like she had in the bedroom. There was no stopping between each spank to count out loud. Her hand just fell again and again, filling the room with the sound of her slaps as my ass turned bright red.

  Smack! Smack! Smack!

  Each time her palm dropped, it landed on the opposite cheek. Fire burned across my rear as I kicked my feet in the air. I cried loudly as tears ran down my cheeks and my diaper crinkled every time I moved, adding to the cacophony of embarrassing noises.

  SMACK! SMACK!

  The last two spanks hit harder than the ones before. Pain shot up my spine and raced down my legs while my ass pulsed. And when Olivia pulled the diaper back over my butt, the light touch of the soft liner was enough to make me wince. When she slid me off her lap, I made sure not to land butt first onto the floor.

  "Are you going to be a good girl now? Can I get you dressed?"

  I wiped the tears from my cheeks as I looked up at Olivia. My ass was on fire, but she hadn't spanked away my resolve. I shook my head. "I'm not going outside in this."

  Olivia sighed, then pushed herself off the couch. She walked towards the door, and paused with her hand wrapped around the knob.

  "What are you doing?" I asked nervously.

  "Leaving," she said. "You might be back in diapers, but you're still too big for me to force you into something. And if you are stopping me already, I don'
t see what else we can do together."

  I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. Her words hurt more than the spanking I'd just received. After everything that happened between us in such a short amount of time... Was she really just going to leave?

  She hesitated for a moment before turning the knob. The door opened slowly while my heart raced. Olivia looked back at me one last time.

  I can't let her go!

  I bounced to my feet and ran across the room, grabbing Olivia's arm in a desperate attempt to make her stay.

  "Don't go! We can still have fun in the apartment!"

  Olivia shook her head, then pulled her arm from my grip. She stepped out the door, and gave me one last sad smile before she closed the door behind her.

  She really left. She can't leave! I need her! I could barely breathe as I looked at the closed door in front of me. And as my panic grew worse, one thought bubbled to the top.

  I need her...

  My stomach ached as I looked at the door. Olivia burst into my life a little over an hour ago. Her leaving shouldn't have hurt this much. But there was no denying the growing pain I felt in my gut. She woke something up inside of me, and I didn't want to share this with anyone else. I had to get her back. I needed to get her back.

  I was running on instinct when I grabbed the door knob. In nothing but my diaper, I pulled open the door and stepped out into the light. And as quick as my small feet could carry me, I ran down the hallway of my apartment building, chasing after a woman I barely knew, but couldn't live without.

  "Olivia! Wait!"

  Twenty feet ahead of me, she turned. Her hands rose to her mouth as she looked on in surprise. And she didn't move an inch until I closed the distance. But when I reached her, she held her arms open for me, pulling me into a hug that drained away all of the worry built up in my gut.

  "What are you doing?!" she asked in a whisper as she pulled away from me. "Are you crazy?"

  I looked up at Olivia in confusion. Had I done something wrong?

  "I... I didn't want you to go," I said nervously. "Are you mad at me?"

  Olivia shook her head and pulled me back towards my apartment. She walked so quick that I practically had to jog to keep up.

  "I can't believe you ran outside like this," she said as we hurried back to my home.

  "I thought you wanted me to go outside in a diaper," I said. "Isn't this what you wanted?"

  Olivia shook her head as she pulled me back into my apartment. The door slammed behind us. And as soon as it was closed, Olivia turned, staring down at me with disapproving eyes. I shrank back as she stepped in.

  "That was really dumb," she said as she backed me up to the door. "Someone could have seen you. You can't just run around naked you know."

  "I... I just wanted-"

  I never finished explaining myself. My eyes went wide when Olivia grabbed me by the neck and pulled me in for a kiss. But as soon as her lips found mine, my surprise fell away, replaced by a feeling of comfort that seemed to wrap around me. My eyes rolled back as I let Olivia lead me to the couch. When we fell into the cushions, with our lips still locked together, I felt like I was drunk off her. I still couldn't explain it, but she made me feel so good.

  She bit my lower lip as she pulled away from me. Not hard, but enough to let me know who was in charge. And I was okay with her unspoken rule over me. I wanted to give myself to her.

  "So, should we get you dressed appropriately for the outside?" Olivia asked with a smirk. "We could try some clothes this time."

  I nodded as my cheeks lit up.

  I actually ran outside in nothing but a diaper. What the hell is wrong with me?

  The floral dress Olivia had pulled from my closet was still draped over the back of the couch. I shivered when she picked it up, remembering the last time I'd worn the childish looking outfit. I was a freshman in high school, out on my first date with a boy. We'd gone to the movies, and I'd been so nervous around him that I wouldn't even hold his hand.

  I felt none of that nervousness now. As Olivia pulled the dress over my head, I thought about just how at ease I was with everything she'd done to me since she'd barged into my apartment. I'd let her embarrass me. I gave into her when she ordered me to my knees. I let her strip me down. Shave me. Fuck me. What would have taken anyone else a month, spread over half a dozen dates, I'd let Olivia do in an hour.

  I squeezed my thighs together as she buttoned up the back of my dress. The diaper crinkled as it pressed against my legs.

  I'd let her put me back into diapers. She called me baby and I liked hearing it. Olivia wanted to change me completely, and make me into her perfect plaything. And so far, I'd barely resisted. She was taking complete control of me.

  And the more she did, the more I liked it.

  "That dress looks so cute on you," she said as she stood up from the couch. "But we have to do something about all that hair. Wait right there."

  Olivia disappeared down the hall. And this time, I didn't follow her. Instead, I sat on the couch in my pretty dress, with my hands folded in my lap like a good little girl, waiting for her Mommy to return. When she did, I smiled brightly at her, wondering what she was going to do to me next.

  "Time to give you a cuter hair style," she said as she ran a comb through my hair. "Something more your age."

  When she finished with my hair, Olivia took a damp hand towel and wiped off the make-up I'd so carefully applied this morning. After finishing, Olivia led me into the bathroom by my hand. She flipped on the lights, and when I saw myself in the mirror and gasped. I still recognized myself, but I no longer looked like the adult I'd tried to create this morning.

  My scarlet hair sat in two even pigtails now. Hair ties held the hair back, and for most people that would have been enough. But not for Olivia. She'd taken two pieces of pink ribbon and tied them into bows around the hair ties. My new hair alone took years off my look. And combined with my dress, with its modest cut that hid my small breasts away, I couldn't imagine anyone believing me if I told them I was an adult.

  "What do you think?" she asked as she dropped her hands to my shoulders.

  "I... I look..."

  "Younger?" she said.

  I nodded and kept staring into the mirror.

  "Well that's the idea." Olivia slipped a hand under my dress, pinching my skin right below the diaper. "All dressed up. Now you just need somewhere to go."

  Nervous energy rushed though me. Even though I'd just run outside in nothing but my diaper, the thought of going back out there scared me. If people found out... If they knew what I was wearing...

  Olivia grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the bathroom. I let her lead me to the front door, and I didn't move when she opened it. I held my breath as we stepped back into the hallway. And as I watched her close the door behind us, I slipped behind Olivia, trying to hide myself from view.

  "Oh stop that right now," she said as she pulled me back to her side. "There's no point in hiding. People are going to see you no matter what."

  "What if they can tell?"

  "Tell you're wearing a diaper?" She shrugged as she walked me down the hall. "I doubt anyone will notice. And if they do, all they'll see is my little girl who still needs to wear them."

  Little girl. I looked back down at my dress. The hemline fell to my knees, but I didn't feel like it was long enough. I feared the wind now, and each time my skirt fluttered around my legs, my heart jumped. As we walked down the silent hall, I could hear the crinkle of my diaper.

  "Where are we going anyways?" I asked.

  Olivia squeezed my hand. "Well, if I remember correctly, you have some laundry to finish. Once you get your sheets in the dryer, I thought we could grab some lunch."

  I'd completely forgotten about my bedding. But my sheets weren't what I was worried about right now. No, my heart was racing because of what we'd be doing after I took care of my laundry.

  Lunch. Out in public. She wants to parade me around. I looked back towards my apartment
, wondering if I should make a break for my door. I'll be stuck in a diaper the whole time.

  Three other women stood around in the laundry room when we walked in. Clustered in a group by the dryers, the women stopped talking and looked over and me and Olivia. I could feel their eyes scanning me, looking for something out of the ordinary. I could feel the blood rushing through my body.

  "Olivia?" said one of the women. "I thought you moved out?"

  "Sarah!" Olivia smiled wide as she let go of my hand. "I did. But my cousin moved in recently. I've been helping her unpack."

  Sarah looked to be about as old as Olivia was herself, and just as pretty. And right now, she was looking at me with a curious expression. "Is this your cousin?"

  Olivia giggled as she pushed me forward. "One of them. She's my cousin's daughter."

  Cousins? Daughter? The three women were staring right at me. My cheeks turned scarlet as I dropped my eyes to the ground.

  "Bit shy isn't she?" said Sarah as she stepped in close. She leaned down and gave me a look that you only give to children. "And what's your name sweetie?"

  I didn't know how to answer. These were my neighbors. And I was meeting them for the first time while dressed up like a child. I couldn't give them my real name. I couldn't let them know who I was. How would I even go outside after this? What if they recognized me when I was in my normal clothes?

  "Her name is Lexi," Olivia said when I took too long to respond. "Ten years old and already a handful. That's why I'm taking her to lunch. Her mommy needs some me time."

  Lexi? The name bounced around in my head. It's kind of cute actually.

  Olivia patted me on the butt, and my whole body tensed when I heard my diaper crunch. But when I looked up at the gathered women, no one seemed to notice the odd sound coming from under my skirt. I looked up at Olivia, wondering what she was doing.

  "Why don't you go take care of the laundry while the grown-ups talk," she said as she looked down at me. "Then we can get going."

  "Okay," I replied in a small, fragile voice. I stepped away from Sarah and Olivia, making sure to take tiny steps so my diaper didn't crinkle too loudly.