The Diaper Thief Chapter Three (Patreon)

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“Now let’s get this diaper all fixed up,” Althea said, looming over the petite Kelly as she reached out to take hold of the tabs on the front of her diaper. In an instant, she had them torn open, and Kelly felt the chill of the air on her bare pussy. She felt a dizzying swirl of surreal embarrassment when she realized she was now half naked in front of a woman she had only been formally introduced to just moments before. She had an overwhelming instinct to cover up... especially when Althea plucked a cold, wet baby wipe from the container and gave Kelly’s pussy a sudden (and very chilly) pass.

     “Whoa!” Kelly cried, giving a jump, but a stern look from Althea froze her in her place.

     “Hold still, honey,” she soothed sternly, taking Kelly by the ankles and lifting her legs into the air, and before she knew it, Kelly was getting her bare butt wiped by another person for the first time in almost 20 years. Kelly balled up her fists and lay as still as possible... but she couldn’t help emitting a startled squawk when she felt the cool oil being splashed onto her booty. Next thing she knew, Althea was shoving the nipple of a pacifier into her mouth. Frowning, Kelly shot her an angry look, but Althea just smiled and told her simply: “Mommy said you had to hush until I was finished with this diaper,” she explained, keeping her grip on Kelly’s ankles and reaching for the powder.

Kelly squirmed as her freshly oiled backside was powered and patted, her legs lowered so the process could be repeated on her front. Kelly twitched and writhed as her pussy was oiled and powdered, blushing fiercely when Althea patted it in, stirring feeling of shameful arousal that had to be quickly repressed.

     Finally, Althea took hold of the diaper, pulling it up firmly between Kelly’s legs. “See, honey?” she said, sealing the tapes shut, “it needs to be on nice and tight... that way you won’t leak if you have an accident.”

     “I AM NOT GOING TO HAVE AN ACCIDENT!” Kelly popped the soother out her mouth to cry, turning red at the suggestion. Althea just smiled mysteriously.

     “We’ll see,” she said simply. She finished sealing the diaper shut, then helped Kelly to her feet.

     Kelly stood by, blushing hotly... if she felt a little infantile before, she felt like a complete baby now... the diaper clung to her tightly and bulged between her legs, forcing her thighs apart and sticking out behind her like a giant bubble.

     “Don’t you look so cute?” Althea said, turning Kelly in a circle in front of her so she could examine her from all sides. “Now,” she said, taking a bottle out of her diaper bad and thrusting it into Kelly’s hand, “drink up.”

Eyeing her suspiciously, Kelly reluctantly stuck the nipple in her mouth and started to slurp, the juice inside still cool from the fridge. Althea took a seat on the couch. “sit daring,” she commanded sweetly, pointing to the floor in front of her. Kelly fumed... but there wasn’t much she could do, and she wasn’t really in any position to be arguing... not standing there with nothing but a huge adult pamper on the bottom. Reluctantly, she sank to the floor and sat cross legged in front of Althea, who beamed down at her warmly.

     “Now we’re going to play a little game, sweetheart,” she explained slowly, like she was talking to a toddler. Kelly’s nostrils flared angrily, but she was able to maintain control of herself. “If you can keep your little pampers clean and dry for the next hour, you get to go home and forget any of this ever happened... if you have any little accidents, you have to stay with mommy tonight and do exactly as I tell you... deal?”

Like I’ve got a choice, Kelly thought to herself... but she knew she was going to have to play a long, at least for the moment. Besides, she thought, sipping her bottle, just because I’m wearing a diaper doesn’t mean I can’t control myself, she thought confidently, nodding her agreement from behind the bottle. Althea smiled.

     “Perfect-- your hour begins as soon as you finish your bottle,” Althea said, watching the juice disappear with her trademark smile.  

Kelly rolled her eyes and sucked as hard as she could, wanting to get this over with. Althea rose and witched on the TV as she left the room. “You watch some cartoons, honey bunny,” she said on her way into the kitchen. “Mommy has some things to take care of.”

Kelly made a face behind her back as she left, then stretched out on her stomach to watch SpongeBob, diapered butt pointing up toward the ceiling, feet waving lazily in the air behind her. Sucking down the last of the juice with a hiss, she settled in, propping her chin up on her hand and let herself get drawn into the cartoon with a lazy yawn.  

She stayed like that for almost an entire episode, board. She checked around, looking for a clock.... she had no intention of staying in this diaper for a second longer then she had to. When she was unable to find one, she turned her attention back to the TV with a sigh. Kelly yawned again, surprised by her fatigue... Given all that had happened in the last half hour or so, how could she possibly be feeling tired? Generally, Kelly was a little ball of energy-- it wasn’t like her to need an afternoon catnap.

Nevertheless, by the time the next episode had started, Kelly could hardly keep her eyes open. Folding her hands on the floor, she lay her cheek against them, her eyes fluttering. She yawned again, scolding herself for even thinking about a nap at a time like this-- stretched out in a diaper on the floor of a total stranger’s house, it hardly seemed like the time to get caught up on her beauty rest.

But none of this kept her from drifting in and out of conscious. Furrowing her brow, Kelly tried to focus on the TV, but it as nearly impossible, and as she drifted farther and farther from consciousness it seemed to matter less.

Finally she nodded off with a cute little yawn, still stretched out on her tummy. Her legs splayed out behind her, and without fully thinking about what she was doing, she stuck her pampered butt up in the air behind her and pushed out a long, hot gush of pee into the thick, thirsty padding beneath her.

     “Mmmmm,” she sighed contentedly to herself, the diaper squishing wetly beneath her as she settled back in and finally drifted off to sleep, snug and secure in her warm, pissy wet diaper.  

When she awoke sometime later, it was in the dark. Kelly blinked and rubbed her eyes, wondering how long she had slept... and where she was... it definitely wasn’t the living room... she’d been tucked into bed, she realized, wriggling under the covers, her soggy diaper squishing and crinkling between her butt and the soft mattress.

Wait, she thought with a sinking feeling. Soggy diaper?

     She bolted upright, prodding her crotch through her blanket. She was rewarded with a wet squishing sound... she blushed in the dark, realizing that she’d pissed herself like a little baby...

     The door opened, the lights came on... Kelly squinted, having trouble adjusting... I must’ve been asleep longer than I thought, she said, blinking hard against the light to get used to it.

     “Sorry baby,” came the now familiar, dipped in honey voice again, making Kelly cringe. “Did Mommy wake you up?”

     “Don’t call me that!” Kelly blustered, her vision returning. “Wait..” she said, taking in her surroundings for the first time, “what is this?!”

     “Don’t you recognize it?” Althea said, beaming, proud of her special nursery. “You remember, from yesterday? You were spying on my friend and I?” She said pointedly, leaning closer to peer at her through the rails of the crib. “Comfortable?”

     “No!” Kelly spat, climbing to her knees, clutching the bars, “get me out of here!”

     “Ah ah! Not so fast, sweetie! You remember our bet, don’t you?”

      “Uh...” Kelly hesitated, blushing, sinking to a sitting position on the mattress, hoping to hide her soggy diaper... but Althea just smiled knowingly.

      “And if I’m not mistaken... that is a wet diaper, isn’t it?” she asked, reaching out to stick her fingers  into the leg bands of the diapers without waiting for an answer.

     “Hey!” Kelly squealed, shimmying away... but it was too late... Althea was staring at her like a cat looking at a mouse...