"Aren't you a little too old for trick-or-treating?"
A question that's pestered you all night. You were so excited for Halloween, you dressed up in the most adorable witch costume you could possibly think of, and worked up the courage to go door-to-door just like you did when you were little. Your haul was terribly disappointing, getting just a couple pieces from around the neighborhood by the few who didn't question you. You felt so out of place, as the only other adults around you were escorting their children to collect candy from the neighbors. You looked down at your pretty boots and sighed.
"One more house. Then I'll just go home." You said to yourself under your breath, your voice dripping with disappointment and embarrassment. "Stupid... knew I shouldn't have done this."
You made your way up the path to the final house of your night, steeling yourself for yet another expression of disapproval from the person inside. Your feet shuffled nervously as your soft hands clutched the handle of your candy basket, a pretty plastic thing designed to look like a cauldron. Your trembling fingers move to the doorbell to summon an echoing chime. You take a deep breath as the door begins to open.
"Trick or treat!" Your mouth forms a reluctant smile as the doorway reveals a tall woman with black hair, adorned with a witch costume strikingly similar to yours. Admittedly, hers looked far more mature.
"Oh, honey, aren't you..."
The words you dreaded. Your smile began to fade from your face before she could even finish her question.
"...far too little to be out trick-or-treating by yourself? Where's your mommy, darling?"
Your sadness turned to shock as your gaze snapped to her smiling yet concerned expression. She looked so warm and inviting.
"Wh... I... I'm-" You couldn't get the words out. She bent down slightly to be eye-level with you. Her face was so comforting, you almost wanted to bury your face in her chest and tell her all about how scary tonight has been. How you've been so sad, and that all you wanted was to have fun. Tears began to well in your eyes as you tried with all of your will to force the words out of your mouth.
"I... I'm not little, ma'am. I just wanted to give trick-or-treating a try again. But it hasn't gone the way I-"
The concern in her eyes grew deeper as they turned downward to your feet.
You tried to surmise what motivated her words, until you followed her gaze to the obvious answer; the quickly-saturating black and white striped tights hugging your bottom half. Wavering lines of darkening humiliation trailed down your legs and into your boots, pulling a gasp from your lungs before a squeal of surprise. Your breath trembled as you glanced back and forth between her sympathetic eyes and your gradually soaking tights.
"I- I don't... I didn't..." Your words flickered and failed. She gently took your hand in the warmth of hers and whispered gently.
"Why don't you come inside, sweetie? We'll get this all worked out."
You continued to stammer out words of exasperation as you followed her into the house, leaving a puddle behind. The interior was warm and inviting, covered top to bottom in adorable Halloween decorations. A gentle blaze crackled in the fireplace in the living room, sending cinders upward like messages to the night sky. Your head was turned downward, the brim of your witch hat hiding your ashamed face from the caring woman before you. You're so caught up in the embarrassment of wetting yourself completely out of nowhere that you only just now have the thought.
Why does she think I'm little?
She tilted your chin upward and dried your tears with her fingers. You could've sworn that by some sort of magic, she looked bigger now. But when you did a double take, nothing seemed different. Perhaps your mind was just playing tricks on you.
"Are you okay, sweetheart?"
You lost your composure in the face of such a caring demeanor. You began to wail as you wrapped your arms around her and buried your face in her chest, dropping your candy bucket and spreading the small handful of treats onto the floor.
"I... I just wann'ed ta dress up an' get candy! Everyone's been so mean t' me!" Your words spilled from your lungs with no hesitation. Warmth radiated from her chest and into your face as her arms embrace you, stroking the back of your head comfortingly.
"Shh-shh-shh. It's okay, darling. Just let it all out."
You tried to continue to describe your woes, but they came out only as incoherent vocalizations amidst your sobbing. As she held you, she reached over to turn the porch light off with the flick of a switch. You turned to look at the switch, wondering how she could've possibly reached so far away. Perhaps your tears were simply blurring your vision.
You turned to look at her, and once again received a gentle stroke that dried your tears.
"Why don't we get you out of those wet clothes, sweetheart? I think you need a bath. How's that sound?"
Nothing in your life had ever sounded better than a hot bath at this current moment. You nodded your head as the pressure to sob finally abated. She smiled softly as she took your hand and led you down the hallway. Only now were you noticing the sensation of cooling wetness on your crotch and legs, and it was becoming quite unpleasant. Where would you be if this kind woman wasn't here to help you?
She brought you into a warmly-lit bathroom with a pumpkin-scented candle already burning. It smelled delightfully of cinnamon and home, putting your mind at ease and letting you breathe a sigh of relief. The familiar, soothing sound of running water began... simultaneous with the feeling of her removing your boots? Perhaps the handle simply wasn't as far as you thought.
She placed your boots in the corner, placed your pretty hat on the counter, and began removing your dress. You felt no shame at being bare around her, as she simply had such a comforting and safe presence about her. The cool, steamy air met your body as the poofy satin dress and petticoat came off of your body. Last was your soaked tights, coming off with your just-as-soaked underwear. You stood completely naked, and yet completely comfortable. You had no worries as she lifted you up with ease, and placed you into the delightfully hot water.
Every modicum of tension left your body. You smiled with warm contentment as your fear was whisked away by the steam surrounding you. Her hushed voice caressed your mind as you sunk into the loving embrace of the bath. You closed your eyes, feeling her gentle hands running along your body to get you all clean.
"It's okay, sweetheart. Lots of little ones have accidents. There's no need to be embarrassed. I'm here to take care of you, okay?"
The words passed through your mind with little thought. You nodded along, somehow simultaneously understanding and not understanding them. Your mind fluttered through the wisps of water vapor, dissipated against the ceiling and descended back down to you on repeat. You opened your eyes again, to find the world far more colorful. You smiled as your gaze met hers, a genuine excitement washing over you. It's as though you were reuniting with someone who held more trust than you could fathom granting to anyone. As if it were instinct, your voice produced a word you felt you had said to this woman countless times before.
Her face lit up along with yours. "Hi, sweetie! Ready to get out and get dressed?"
You smiled and nodded excitedly before being stood up and wrapped in a towel and scooped up into her arms. You rested your head against her so naturally. Everything finally felt okay. The cold air of the hallway met your body, and you were protected by the warmth of your Mama. The water quickly soaked into the warm towel and dissipated into the air, leaving your body feeling completely dry before you were even laid on the bed, surrounded by fairy lights that seemed to dance through the air and coalesce with the candlelight.
Your legs lifted before you could truly get used to your surroundings, and as your gaze turned downward, your bottom laid to rest on a powdery, familiar plush surface. Your mind jolted to reality.
"W-Wait, but... I don't wear diapers. I... I'm... I think I'm supposed to be b... um..."
You strained your mind to find the words. "S'pose to be..."
She giggled gently. "Supposed to be what, little one? Supposed to beee..."
"I'm s'pose to be big... right?"
Thoughts came racing back to you. You were big, right? You were just trying to have fun on Halloween again. You...
These thoughts quickly fizzled as Mama slipped a pacifier between your lips, which you accepted without question. You rested your head back onto the soft blanket, your contented smile returning to your face. An almost overwhelming sense of calm washed in pulsing waves over your body as the bobbing of your pacifier synchronized with your Mama powdering you, pulling the plush padding over your crotch, and taping it snugly into place. She took your hands and pulled you into a sitting position, stroking your hair tenderly.
"Now isn't that so much better, darling? No need to worry about any more accidents." You nodded gleefully at every word that passed her lips. You were so cozy. So comfortable. When she presented a purple onesie covered in prints of Jack-o-lanterns and bats, you raised your arms into the air without hesitation. It slipped so naturally over your body, the fabric giving you a gentle hug and exuding festivity. She fastened the snaps over your crotch, adjusted everything into place, and... it fit you perfectly! As though it were tailored specifically to you.
You squealed in excitement as she laid your head on the pillow at the top of the bed, draping a plush blanket over you and lying just beside you. Her nails sent pleasant shivers through your spine as every breath sunk you deeper into the wonderfully inviting mattress. You tried to continue admiring her glowing visage, but your eyes began to flutter with each suckle of your pacifier. You eventually gave in, drifting in and out of consciousness. The warmth and softness of the air, the security of the diaper wrapped around you, the caress of the blanket keeping you warm, and the care radiating from your Mama as she ran her fingernails across your scalp harmonized in a chorus of contentment as you slipped further and further into the arms of sleep.
"Welcome home, little one."
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