Diaper Date Round Seventeen (Patreon)

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“I think you’re right, Janice,” you say, taking the shortalls and folding them, putting them away in the diaper bag, which you replace in it’s holder on the stroller. All Your Date can do is watch and pout, now suddenly bare from the tops of her frilly ankle socks to the bottom of her diaper’s leg band. The pampers themselves are crisp, fresh, bulky and crinkly as could be. There is no disguising what they are, and the t-shirt is so small and tight, it barely comes down to the waistband, even if she pulls on it with all her might.

“Much better,” you declare, stepping back to look her over with a smile. Janice merely gives an amused snort, trying not to laugh outright at the sight of her rival so thoroughly stripped of any shred of dignity or maturity she had left. Standing there, blushing and sucking a pacifier, with a “My Heart Belongs to Daddy” t-shirt on top and nothing but a diaper, socks and shoes underneath, the pampered cutie can only squirm in response.

“You have fun now, honey bunny,” you say sweetly, sending her back to the playground with a decisive swat to her bulging rear end. She toddles off reluctantly, diaper crinkling the whole way, and you return to your spot on the bench next to Janice. You chat pleasantly and watch Your Date “play” listlessly, self-consciously cringing and squirming in embarrassment, her diaper on full display the entire time. Occasionally, a pedestrian or two drifts by, most of them giggling nervously in her direction when they see her before scurrying away.

“What’ll we say if someone asks us about her?” You ask Janice casually, watching your date’s cute little diaper butt crinkle and wiggle appealingly as she climbs to the top of the slide again.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Janice replies with a wicked grin, watching her rival plop her pampered bum on the slide and ride it down without much enthusiasm. “We’ll just tell them she’s my ‘special’ little sister!”

Your date’s eyes bulge in outrage at this suggestion. “Hey! Wisten, you swut!” she says, slurring her speech adorably, the regression drugs flowing through her veins turning her brain to mush. “I not ‘speciaw,’ and I def’nit’wy notyou sista!” Scowling, she stamps her foot furiously when you and Janice simply giggle in response to her childish prattle.

“’Top makin’ fun!” She whines, childishly stomping and getting increasingly frustrated. “Me big giwl! Me notta toddwer!” she insists, all while failing to notice the front of her diaper getting suspiciously yellow and saggy.

“Oh really?” Janice remarks with an amused little smirk, drawing Your Date’s attention to her soggy pamper with a little point.

Gasping, the diapered beauty presses her thighs together and grabs her crotch in an attempt to stem the flow of urine that’s soaking into the thirsty padding between her legs. Judging from the squeaks of frustration and the soft hissing that continues to emanate from within her pampers, it’s apparent her efforts are futile.

“Well, you’re right about one thing, honey,” Janice says, regarding her pampered rival with a superior expression, “You’re not a toddler. From the way you act, I’d say you’re more like a great big BABY!”

“ME NOTTA BABY!” The sexy girl in the soggy diaper squeals in outrage, literally hopping up and down in frustration, her emotions and intellect regressed to the kindergarten level, or possibly even beyond now. “NOTTA BABY! NOTTA BABY! NOTTA BABY!” She cries over and over, launching into a childish tantrum that only serves to make her sound more childish… particularly when she interrupts herself with a loud farting sound that ends in a heavy splat.

Suddenly still and red faced, she moves her feet shoulder-width apart, plants them firmly, and begins pushing and straining, her efforts almost immediately rewarded by an amusing series of gassy toots. Janice covers her mouth for a polite giggle, watching with a malicious smile as your date sticks out her pampered rump, grunts, strains, and begins pooping her pants with a mushy fart.

“Come one, darling,” Janice mocks, “show us what a big girl you are!”

As if on cue, Your Date drops into a very undignified squat. She strains unselfconsciously, as though she’s forgotten the two of you are there. Slowly but surely, her diaper grows lumpier and saggier behind her by the moment, the air filling with squishes, farts, soft, feminine grunting… and the unmistakable scent of a fresh bowel movement.

“PU!” Janice says, pinching her nose shut regally and looking down condescendingly on her humiliated rival. “Honey, you stink!”

As if in reply, the diapered girl grunts, farts, and gives a relieved sigh, finished for now. Looking at the seat of her diaper, all lumpy and saggy behind her, you’ve got an overwhelming urge to squish the mess against her bum.

Will you give you date a messy diaper horsey ride?