“Hi sweetie,” she waved from the library steps, “I’m so glad you could make it to our little study date.”
“W-well,” I blushed, flustered at her flirtatious wording, “I wouldn’t miss it.”
It was true; I would never ever miss this. I’m still surprised that the prettiest girl in my biology class asked me to study with her.
Firstly, I was surprised because we hadn’t really talked outside of a few passing words, and I knew she was out of my league, so I mostly tried to mind my own business.
Secondly, I was surprised because I knew she didn’t need my help studying. While I was no academic slouch, she would usually score insanely high on the quizzes and tests. There were only a handful of times I scored higher than her throughout the semester. I guess she took the upcoming final seriously.
“So you ready to lock in and hit the books?” She offered a gentle smile that made me blush at its tenderness.
“Mhmmm,” is all I could squeak out.
“I know we’re just going to ace this final together, sweetie!”
Her energy was infectious, and I couldn’t help but grin —even through the sweetly condescending pet names that I —honestly— didn’t mind at all.
We didn’t need to walk far to find a secluded spot in the library; despite it being finals season, our ‘date’ was happening late enough into the night that the library was more or less abandoned.
As she sat down at a table of her choosing, I grunted as I heaved my heavy backpack off of my shoulders.
“That must be one heavy bag,” she raised her eyebrow in a gently inquisitive manner, “What’s in it? Must be full of textbooks… or maybe something else…?”
She offered the last question as if trying to imply something. I blushed, knowing full well what was actually in my backpack, but I chose to ignore the implication. There was no way she knew; no need to be nervous.
“Yep,” I chuckled nervously, “So many textbooks.”
“Uh-huh… right,” the corners of her lips tucked into a barely perceptible frown, “Well, let’s get started with studying then.”
I did have textbooks in my bag, but they weren’t the only items in my bag. I also had a couple spare diaper changes.
I liked to wear diapers for as long as I remembered. There was something about them that just drove me crazy: the security, the vulnerability, the… cuteness. It all just made me feel deliciously small and little.
When I moved away to college and eventually got my own room, I decided to start wearing diapers full time. After all, why not — they made me happy, and I was living alone now anyway.
That’s all well and good, but you’re probably wondering why I would risk compromising hanging out with the hottest girl in my biology class by wearing on this date? Well… while I wouldn’t say I’m not potty trained anymore, I definitely am not totally 100% as potty trained as I used to be before I started wearing diapers 24/7.
So I chose to go the better safe than sorry route and continue wearing diapers for this study session.
I was ripped from my nervous inner dialogue by a seemingly innocuous question about the cell cycle.
I’d be lying if I said I was really focused on studying after that. My thoughts were consumed by the gorgeous girl in front of me; she was flirtatious yet condescending, and I didn’t quite know what to make of it. Not that I wasn’t enjoying her company.
I was once again distracted from my thoughts when I heard her pencil gently drop to the table.
I looked up from my own notes to meet her eyes. She was sniffing the air curiously, as if trying to place a certain smell that had no business among the well curated library.
I blushed. I hadn’t had an accident… had I?? I squished my thighs together and felt clearly soggy padding between them. I guess I hadn’t noticed while being distracted by studying and flirting.
I just needed to calm down. If I just focused and acted like nothing was wrong, she wouldn’t—
“Do you need a change, sweetie?”
My whole world shattered with that simple question, asked as if it was as innocent as asking to borrow a pen.
“Uhh-uhh,” I stammered, “I d-don’t know what you’re—“
“Sweetie,” she giggled, “I know you’re in diapers. The bulk is obvious if you know what to look for. I also know that your bag isn’t bulging at the seams from just textbooks; I imagine you have a few spare diapers in there. I also know that it smells just a little bit like pee, and the culprit is sitting right across from me. Isn’t that right mister?”
Tears started to well in my eyes. I didn’t expect this, and I honestly wasn’t prepared for it. Why would she want to hang out with me if she knew?
“I uhmm— why??”
“Hey, hey… save those alligator tears, okay?”
She gave me the same tender smile she’d worn all night that somehow seemed to portray generous understanding and vigorous curiosity simultaneously.
“I knew you were in diapers before I asked you out on this date,” she reached across the table to wipe a tear from my cheek, “I really don’t mind —in fact, it’s the whole reason I asked you out.”
“R-really?” I asked between tears.
“Yep,” she assured, “I think littles like yourself are just so cute, and I’ve been dying to find a little of my own to care for.”
“O-oh,” I blinked, astonished at the scenario unfolding before me.
“Plus, I think you’re pretty cute…” she blushed.
“T-thanks.”
“So how about I change your diaper, and we get back to studying. Then, if you like, we can get coffee —or hot chocolate for you I guess— sometime after this? What do you say?”
“O-okay.”
Because the library was so deserted, she asserted that it would be fine to change my diaper right on the table. She gently unzipped my shorts and pulled them around one ankle.
“Ahhhww sweetie,” her eyes softened, “these turtle diapers are just adorable! Do you like turtles?”
“Y-yes mommy…”
The title felt strange on my tongue; not unpleasant, and she seemed to beam down at me for using it.
“Can you hold your shirt up for mommy?”
I nodded before holding it with my mouth.
“You’re so cute,” Mommy giggled, “I just know we’re going to have a great time together!”
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As Always, all characters depicted are 18+
Credit to @ah-bagels for the image