Diaper Date Round Fourteen (Patreon)

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After she’s finished feeding Your Date the last of her sundae, Janice takes the time to clean off her chin with a napkin, openly laughing in the face of her glaring rival… and who could blame her? The poor girl, reduced to the status of an overgrown toddler would clearly love to stand up for herself, maybe even give Janice a piece of her mind. Watching her sit there in her cute little overalls, diaper crinkling, face covered in sticky fudge and ice-cream, emitting occasional burps and farts, you’re forced to admit you’ve rarely seen a less imposing figure. Worse, with her mind clouded by the regression drugs, she could barely form a coherent sentence, even if the soother Janice just popped into her mouth hadn’t once again effectively silenced all conversation (she hates the way she sucks on it compulsively, but is unable to force herself to stop.)

Worst of all, she’s been dribbling pee into her diaper pretty much since you left your apartment, and the diaper beneath her shortalls is soggy and swollen, and it squishes wetly beneath her bum with every little move she makes. The regression drug clouds her adult mind, forcing her to revert back to an old set of behaviors and mannerisms; she’s groggy and cranky her movements are clumsy… in fact, it takes both you and Janice to help her up from her seat. Luckily, she’s also fairly docile now, and it’s fairly easy to get her back into her stroller (though she’s clearly not enjoying it, especially with a soppy pamper under her bum.)

But her mumbled protests are stifled by the pacifier, and as you push the stroller out the door and into the street, your date can do no more than lean to one side and fart loudly to show her displeasure with the situation. Laughing, Janice loops her arm through yours, and your casually saunter into the park across the street. In one way, it’s a relief for Your Date since there are fewer prying eyes and laughing voices… but it’s also longer… and it passes right by the playground.

“Hold on a moment!” Janice says when she spots it. “It’s such a nice night… why don’t we let her play for a bit?”

In the stroller, your date shakes her head emphatically, but you ignore her. “That’s a wonderful idea, Janice!” you say, steering her over towards the swings and slides. “Let’s give her the chance to burn off a little of that sugar before bedtime.”

She scowls at you as you unbuckle her, but she unable to stop you from helping her out of the stroller and sending her off towards the playground with a swat on her padded tushy. Blushing, she toddles forward unsteadily, the combination of her addled brain and her swollen diaper putting her off balance and forcing her to waddle.

Slowly, she climbs up to the top of the slide and sits , shivering when she feels the now cooling pissy-wet diaper squish under her bottom. She inches forward, vividly aware of the soggy pamper clinging wetly to her backside with every move she makes. With her arms, she forces herself over the edge, sliding down all the way to the bottom, the diaper smushing unpleasantly against her buttocks the whole way down.

You sit on the bench with Janice, chatting and watching your date go down the slide a few times before waddling over to the swings. She blushes and squirms, apparently feeling quite foolish, even through the haze of the regression drug… but more than that, her uncomfortable squirming, exaggerated waddle and swollen, drooping backside leads you to one conclusion… her diaper is soaking wet… she probably needs a change!

Do you:

Change her diaper in public

Make her wait until you get home