The Diaper Thief Chapter Two (Patreon)

Shit, Kelly thought. Through the crack in the door, the girl (who was, she realized, at least 3 or 4 years older than her,) still on her hands and knees on the nursery floor, was staring back at the door from over her shoulder a horrified expression on her face, the diaper sagging and stinking behind her.

     “Hello?” the woman said, squinting towards the crack in the door... and Kelly swore she was looking her right in the eye. “Is anyone there?”

Kelly’s heart was pounding now. The stench of the dirty diaper was thick in her nostrils now, and as she looked from the girl’s stained, saggy diaper to the woman’s warm, sensuous smile, somehow playful and ominous at the same time, and had a sudden, primal urge to leave-- now, as soon as possible.

She stood and ran, her flight instincts engaged. All thoughts of stealth were abandoned as she tore through the house as fast as her legs could carry her. Behind her she heard the door open, and she glanced back over her shoulder. The woman was standing in the door, watching her with that strange smile. She wasn’t following her, and Kelly wasn’t about to give her the chance... she was through the kitchen and out the door moments later. She was slamming the car door and speeding down the street seconds later... totally unaware of the woman watching her from the front door, smiling mysteriously.

She drove to the mall like someone in a trance. Kelly tried to go shopping, tried to put it all out of her mind. But no matter what she did or where she went, she just couldn’t get the image of that girl, so close to her own age, on the floor with her butt stuck up in the air, pooping her pampers just like a two year old... or the mysterious smile of the woman she called “Mommy.” She ambled between the shops, the stopped for a coffee, trying to clear her head.

     But nothing she did could rid her mind of her recent experiences, and she decided she would rather be at home unwinding in front of the TV. Finishing her coffee, Kelly headed back to her car and headed home.

Days went by. Kelly’s memories of that faithful day grew dim, until at last it felt like the scary part in a movie-- what was at first such a visceral experience growing faded and dull with the passage of time. Eventually, the sights (and, thank goodness, smells) of that faithful afternoon had faded, until it felt like something that had happened to someone else… like it had been a dream or something.

Still, she occasionally awoke in the night thinking of it, that smile still fresh in her mind from some dream she’d been having… she’d had quite a few since… the incident. She went out with friends and tried to enjoy herself, and for the most part she succeeded-- but every once in a while, she would encounter something, a sensory trigger that brought her right back to that hallway, watching that girl stick her butt up in the air behind her and grunt out a big stinky one into the set of her pampers.  

Back in her room, Kelly was getting ready to veg out in front of the TV when her phone rang. “Typical,” she sighed, finding that she didn’t recognize the number. “Hello?” she said, an edge of annoyance in her voice.

     “Is this Kelly?” a familiar, silky, feminine voice emerged from the other end, freezing Kelly’s blood. Instantly, Kelly was back in that hallway, smelling a poopy diaper. Kelly stammered, sputtering, brain locked as she tried to think of something clever to say.

     “W-w-what?” she finally stammered with a thick tongue.

     An amused chuckle was the reply, followed by that smoky voice again: “Kelly, I think we need to talk.”

     “Who is this?!” Kelly demanded.

     “My name is Althea Abrams,” came the amused answer, “and I think you have something that belongs to me.”

     “What? What are you talking abo--” she stopped, her mind drifting back to the puffy white diaper with brightly colored cartoon characters sitting on the floor of her car as they spoke.

     “Are you aware it’s illegal to open someone else’s mail?” The voice answered archly. “You could be in a lot of trouble, young lady.”

 

Kelly’s mouth fell open and she found herself once again struggling to find (and failing miserably) the right words. The husky and amused chuckle came again.

     “We need to talk, young lady,” she said firmly, and Kelly felt about two inches tall. “About what you did... and what you saw.”

     “I--”

     “Ssshhhh...” the woman hushed her. “First I want you to put that diaper on...”

     “No way!” Kelly spat emphatically, reddening at the suggestion. She flashed back one more to the sight of the girl’s diaper sagging and turning brown and felt her stomach roll.

     “Hush!” The voice commanded, and Kelly was paralyzed, listing intently as the woman repeated her demands. “You will put that diaper you stole from on on your naughty little backside, and then you’ll come straight over here, and no dawdling... Mommy wants to see you ASAP,” she said regally.

     “Look lady,” Kelly began, knowing she’d been out-maneuvered.  

     “Now, young woman,” Althea said sternly, and the line went dead.

“I can’t do this,” Kelly muttered to herself, sealing the final tape on the diaper shut and staring at herself in the mirror with a red face turning this way at that to examine the pamper that had been (rather sloppily) taped around her midsection. She considered refusing and wondered exactly how much trouble someone could get into for opening another person’s mail.

Selecting a pair of loose gray sweatpants from the closet, Kelly tugged them into place and examined herself in the mirror once again. Though she looked a little bulky in the butt-area and the pants didn’t hide the crinkle, she decided that they would have to do. Pulling them up high to hide the plastic waistband, she reluctantly padded down the stairs and out the front door.

Her mom had the car, so Kelly had to walk, and although it was just a couple of blocks away, it seemed to take hours. She was incredibly self-conscious about the soft, plastic rustling that accompanied her every step, and she would absently pull her shirt down at the back every couple of minutes, hoping to hide her bulky, padded bottom, and she cursed herself for not changing into a longer t-shirt. She cringed every time a car went past, and she nearly had a heart attack when a group of kids ran past her on their way home from school.  

At last, she was back in front of Althea’s house, and she found herself padding up the walk once again, her legs soft and rubbery, the soft rustle of the diaper thundering in her ears until it was the only thing she could hear. With a trembling finger, she reached out and pushed the doorbell.

The door opened almost instantly, and Kelly found herself face to face with her.

She was as tall and busty as Kelly was short and dainty. Her skin was golden brown, her hair honey coloured, wavy and lustrous. She was wearing a 1950’s style dress with stockings and high heels... which only served to make her even taller. Her neckline plunged, revealing her generous bosom with it’s deep and alluring cleavage. Her features were chiseled and refined, her lips full and sensuous, and displaying that cat-that-ate-the-canary-grin that seemed omnipresent.

     “Well hi there, precious!” Althea said, reaching out to usher Kelly in with a gentle but firm hand on her back. Kelly reluctantly allowed herself to be pushed inside. “Let Mama get a look at you,” she said, leading Kelly into the living room and giving her an appraising look. “Mmmm... you are a cute one, aren’t you?” She said with a chuckle, and Kelly squirmed... she barely came up to Althea’s chin, and she was feeling incredibly vulnerable... especially with the hot, crinkly pamper taped to her bottom.

     “Are you wearing it?” Althea asked excitedly, reaching out to take hold of Kelly’s sweatpants without waiting for an answer.  

     “HEY!” Kelly cried, startled, trying to wriggle away. She was stunned into stillness when Althea gave her a firm swat on her thigh.

     “Hold still,” she commanded firmly, and the expression in her eyes left Kelly no doubt she meant it. Sulking and crossing her arms, Kelly forced herself to remain still as Althea tugged her sweats down, revealing the puffy white pamper underneath. Althea tisked gently when she way how haphazardly that diaper had been fastened. “Oh dear-- this just won’t do. Here,” she said, pulling the pants all the way down and off. “Lay down on this,” she said, spreading a changing mat out on the floor, “and we’ll get this diaper fixed up.”

     Kelly looked down at the mat, then up at Althea, mouth agape, trying to think of something to say. “Listen, Althea...”

     “Why don’t you start calling me ‘Mommy’?” she suggested gently, and Kelly knew it wasn’t up for debate.

     “... Mommy,” Kelly, forced herself to say, burning with embarrassment. “Can’t we talk about this? I mean, I’m really sorry about what happened but...”

     “Mommy doesn’t have anything to say to you until we get that diaper on properly,” Althea responded, gathering powder, oil, and wipes before getting down on her knees next to the plastic mat. Looking Kelly straight in the eye, she pointed to it firmly, and Kelly knew there would be no talking her way out of this... at least, not until her diaper was on properly.

Slowly, reluctantly, she waddled over in her saggy, ill-fitting diaper, turned and lowered herself to the changing mat.