Standing at the sink, washing dishes, spacing out, you feel like any other adult. You have a job, a credit card, hell, you have dental insurance.
Then, she comes up behind you. First she kisses the back of your neck, which makes your hair stick up a little. Her hands tickle your ribs, then head lower. And lower. She grabs a handful of your ass and squeezes.
Your diapered ass. Your wet diapered ass.
"Hey, how's your diapey doing?"
Your cheeks flush red, and you're sure she can see it spreading to your neck as well. You flip around to face her, backside pressed against the sink.
"D-don't call it that..."
You aren't feeling particularly little. You just like wearing sometimes for the comfort and convenience.
"Because, I'm not little. I'm just wearing a diaper right now,"
"Yes," you assert, hands on your hips, chin pointing up.
"Ok, fine. You may not be little but your diapey is rather wet. Let me change you."
"I know," but she reaches her hand out anyways. You take it and get led to the couch where she pushes your shoulder's down, "here."
She hands you a set of plastic keys on a ring, colorful and textured.
"Shush, you always get so squirmy during changes if you aren't holding something."
You huff, but hold the keys above your face, rubbing your fingers over the bumps and ridges. It feels good. You're not going to put them in your mouth, though.
You lift, and look down as the old diaper is pulled away and a new one is slid underneath you. Your used one was just plain white, a reliable medical one from your stash. The new diaper is a little gregarious, honestly. Pastel colored baby items and animals pattern it, and the crinkle it produces is far from discrete.
"It's so...babyish," despite your earlier assurance of bigness, her tactics are working. You feel fussier and smaller with each passing second.
"Oh, is it? I hadn't noticed."
You cover your face with your hands, still holding the keys. They clack and jingle with the movement.
"Aw, good baby playing while I change you. You're so patient, almost done."
"I wasn't play-" you start, but don't bother to finish. What's the use if she's just going to push you even further down?
She fastens the last tape and gives the diaper a smooth down. In a quick series of movements they lift your shirt, exposing your belly, and blow a wet raspberry right above your navel.
"Hey!" you shriek, laughing and squirming. An unexpected squirt of pee escapes you. It catches you off guard, and that's the final straw.
"Mommy..." you sigh, once you're done laughing.
She pulls your arms into a sitting position and tugs you into her lap, sans pants.
"Hi! I knew you were in there somewhere."
You nod, and rest your head on her shoulder, fingers creeping towards your mouth.
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