What We do for our Friends
Kelly tiptoed in the upstairs hallway, trying her best not to crinkle but failing. Maya was downstairs with “Mommy” and “Daddy,” getting ready for lunch. The two girls were dressed in nothing but their diapers today, much to Kelly’s chagrin.
“Please? It will be fun!” She remembered Maya, begging her. Kelly was kink-curious and game for almost anything, and her friend and roommate Maya was an adult baby and proud of it. She had been talking to a couple online for months and they asked if she wanted to come and play as their baby for a week. Kelly was skeptical. Meet these people in person? Maya stuck out her tongue at the very thought that she wasn’t being careful.
“I don’t know…” Kelly trailed off as her friend taped her into a diaper. She had been getting into diaper play as a way to unwind with Maya and found some comfort with it, to Maya’s delight. “Maybe I can talk to them, if only to give me peace of mind,” she said, getting up and feeling her plastic crotch.
“That’s a great idea!” Maya said, practically jumping into her arms. “I have an even better one though: How about you come with? Come on, Kel, you’ve experienced diaper play, now how about ageplay?”
Kelly didn’t feel up to it, but she was never one to say no to her friends, which is how she ended up in this predicament, spending the better part of a week playing older sister—diapered of course—to her friend Maya. It was only day three, and Maya was having the time of her life, but Kelly was struggling to be as baby as her friend was. She wanted to keep away from prying eyes for as long as she could today, because although her Mommy and Daddy had changed at least three of her wet diapers each day and undressed her and helped bathe her, being constantly naked except for a diaper and being talked down to by two adults barely five years older than her was humiliating.
She stepped past her room, thinking that that would be the first place they would look—Maya slept in a crib in the nursery while Kelly got a bed with rails for toddlers—when she spied her Mommy’s collection of cowgirl boots in the master bedroom. All thoughts of her padded predicament disappeared as she walked into the room and grabbed a pair. They looked like they would fit: Mommy and Kelly had a remarkably similar body type. Kelly was a city girl, but the fashionista in her always had a curiosity about wearing cowgirl boots ever since she saw all the other girl’s walking around in them at her first country concert.
“There you are, baby!” Exclaimed Mommy from the threshold of the bedroom. Kelly almost jumped out of her diaper. “Are you looking at Mommy’s boots?” she said, coming closer and taking the boot out of her hand. Kelly backed away and instinctively whimpered, covering her breasts.
“Oh, sweetie, it’s ok, you’re not in trouble,” Mommy said, running her fingers through Kelly’s hair. “You want to try a pair on?”
Hesitantly, Kelly nodded. Mommy smiled.
“Ok, let’s find a pair that’s not molded to fit my feet. How about these?”
Kelly sat down on the bed while Mommy fitted her with shoes. For the first time this week, she felt genuine care from her big. She didn’t know why, they were nothing but loving and kind to her this whole stay, but this did it.
“There, go for a walk, strut your stuff!” Mommy said. Kelly got up and did so, giggling. “How do they feel?”
"I feel like a cowgirl,” Kelly said, looking at Mommy and smiling. She completely forgot about her nakedness, and she didn’t mind the diaper crinkling as she moved around in her new boots.
“You know, I think we have some dress-up clothes in the nursery, do you want to come down and eat as a cowgirl? I think your little sister Maya would enjoy seeing you like that.”
Kelly laughed, then looked Mommy in the eyes and nodded, smiling. She let her take her by the hand and guide her to the nursery, where Mommy pulled out a hobbyhorse, a cowboy—er, cowgirl hat, and two six-shooters. As Mommy placed the gunbelt around Kelly’s waist, she checked her diaper, and for the first time in three days Kelly didn’t flinch. It was dry, but Mommy had a feeling her big girl wouldn’t have flinched had it been wet.
“Let’s go show Daddy and Maya, then we can have some lunch, ok?” Mommy asked. Kelly nodded, excited.
Kelly came barreling down the stairs and galloped into the kitchen with her hobbyhorse between her legs, the stick pushed up against her padded crotch.
“Look, Maya, Mommy gave me her boots to wear and I’m a cowgirl!” She exclaimed, riding around Maya, who was strapped into a high chair with a bib around her neck.
Maya couldn’t stop giggling and Daddy let out a chuckle.
"Well Annie Oakley, how’s about you hitch that horse of yours to the post and eat some lunch with us?” Daddy asked.
Kelly stopped and stared at Daddy.
“When you’re all done eating you can play cowboys with Daddy while Maya takes her nap,” Mommy said, coming up behind Kelly and giving her diapered butt a few soft pats.
Kelly snapped out of her headspace for a moment and remembered that she was naked and diapered in front of two strangers, but then Maya giggled. She looked over at her, dressed in nothing but a diaper as well, kicking her feet in the high chair. Then she looked at Daddy and saw his warm, inviting smile. When was the last time she got to play and be silly and stop being so adult all the time? Is this part of what Maya enjoyed? In an instant, Kelly smirked and dropped the hobbyhorse, spread her legs, and drew both of her toy pistols, pointing them at Daddy. The hobbyhorse clacked onto the kitchen floor a split-second later.
“Put ‘em up, Daddy!” She said.
Daddy put up his hands in mock surprise, then smiled. Maya giggled, and pretty soon the four of them were all laughing. Kelly holstered her guns and took a seat at the table, crinkling as her bottom hit the seat.
“I wanna play cowboys and cowgirls after lunch!” She said, smiling.
“First you gotta clean up after yourself, baby,” Mommy said, picking up the hobbyhorse and leaning it on the wall. “You can play only after you’re done eating and helping Mommy clean up afterwards. I know you’re still in diapers, but you’re a big sister now, that means you have some responsibilities. That’s a pretty big word, can you say responsibilities?”
Kelly felt embarrassed. Of course she could. And of course she could clean up, she just got excited is all. She nodded and looked at her plate instead of Mommy.
“Responsibilities,” she said.
“Do you know what that means?” Mommy asked.
“It means I have things to do before I get to play and have fun,” Kelly said after a moment.
“Play! Play!” Maya said from her high chair.
“You’ll play with Daddy and your sister after your nap, little one,” Mommy laughed.
Kelly thought about the crib that Daddy was going to set Maya in for her nap, probably after a diaper change, judging by the state it was in, when an idea came to mind.
“That’s right, Maya, we’ll spring you from that jail the sheriff put you in in no time after your nap!” She said.
Daddy and Mommy chuckled, and Kelly giggled. Maya giggled with a mouthful of mac and cheese Mommy just spoonfed her. Kelly took a bite of her sandwich and then took a drink from her sippy cup, then she spread her legs under the table and began to wet her diaper. She was starting to have fun. Maya had won. She had successfully added a kink to her friend’s interests.
After Maya had finished eating and Mommy began cleaning her face, Daddy went over to Mommy.
“She seems to have loosened up,” Daddy whispered so Kelly couldn’t hear.
“Those boots we placed there sure did the trick,” Mommy whispered back.
They both stole a glance at Maya, who heard but pretended not to pay attention.
“It’s been three days, though. If she doesn’t make a messy within a few hours I think we’re going to have to put some medicine up her bum,” Daddy said. Mommy nodded and Maya giggled. Daddy picked Maya up out of the high chair and cradled her soggy bottom.
“What are you laughing at, little one? You don’t have that problem at all, do you? Daddy and Mommy knows that all too well!” He said, giving her eskimo kisses. Maya giggled even harder knowing that her friend Kelly would be experiencing the thrill of a messy diaper soon.
“Wave goodbye to Mommy and your sister, Maya. Say: ‘I’m gonna get changed and take a nap!’” Daddy said.
Maya giggled and waved, simply saying “naptime!” as her Daddy carried her away to the nursery. Mommy and Kelly waved back. Kelly ate the last of her meal and helped her Mommy clean up wearing nothing but a cowgirl hat, boots, and two six-shooters around her diapered waist.
