Oh, Well, If You'd Like To See....

A commissioned August caption for  babymichele95. She provided a photo of herself from a AB meetup where she passed out, and the people there created some artistic graffiti on her diaper. Given some other things which she's mentioned about her interests, I thought that there might be a potential story. ;)

It became quite long to cover all the story points I wanted, the full story text is below:

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It was supposed to be fun. A party. She’d been to AB munches before. So why did this one set her on edge? Was it because last time she’d gotten so drunk that somebody had drawn a penis on her diaper? And she still wasn’t quite sure how that had gone down? No. She realized that it was those tall, younger girls who she passed each time she went for another drink, and the way they smiled. They smiled at her, like there was something which they knew. Who were they anyway? They weren’t even dressed up.

Well, they had to know somebody there, nobody seemed to bat an eye at the group of them hanging around, chatting away cheerfully near the drinks. Come to think of it, what if everybody was just presuming that somebody else knew them. Goodness, what if they weren’t even ABs or Doms? They could be collecting blackmail material, intending on exposing people. Perhaps that was why they looked so amused whenever she went past. She suddenly felt self-conscious about waddling about in her diaper. She began to tug her top down, and looked for a loose skirt.

No, it was all in her head. They were just younger girls. Goodness, nobody would call her an older AB by any stretch, these girls must have been just out of high-school. Oh she was being ridiculous, and crap they’d caught her looking right at them.

“Excuse me?” one of them asked meekly, shuffling over and struggling to meet her eyes. Oh, perhaps she’d underestimated them. Maybe they were just shy because they were new.

“Yeah?” she asked, marching their way and finding her confidence returning. She could see now how nervous they were. They were probably just looking for somebody to help guide them. Yet... Her hand kept sneaking to tug down her top over her diaper, like it hadn’t quite got the memo.

“We were just wondering...” one of them said, glancing past her and around the room, “If you would help us find what we’re looking for here.”

She pursed her lips and glanced them over, feeling somehow like she was looking down on them now. “It depends. You shouldn’t expect to just jump into the deep-end on your very first-”

“Oh! We know!” one of them insisted, stepping forward and placing an earnest hand on her shoulder. She considered brushing it off. Well... That would be rude...

“It’s just... We could see it in the way you walk, and hold yourself, and everything. We’re looking for somebody who is good at this stuff... Like you are.”

She felt her eyebrows rising. Oh, she was getting a mentorship role? Well, she did know her stuff. She didn’t want to toot her own horn, but-

“We have, like, a whole truckload of AB stuff, but don’t know what’s best... We’re adopting you see. If you’d like, we can show you? We could use somebody experienced like you. Maybe you’ll help us see what we need.”

She realized that she hadn’t quite been listening, letting herself get herded along by these innocent girls to see their collection. Really though, she was well suited to be an AB mentor, wasn’t she? And... they had a bunch of diaper stuff? They weren’t even dressed yet. Did she really want to potentially go into a side room to help a bunch of girls change?

“I... Uh. So you guys are all ABs?”

“Oh, we’d say we’re more Mommies.”

She blinked, glancing around, realizing that she was enclosed as they marched along. The girls seemed a bit more confident now. Well, she supposed that they were inspired by her.

“All of you?”

“Of course hon. We’re just getting started. Though we’ve bought a lot of fun merch. Some of the thickest diaper brands and some adorable outfits. We could really use somebody more experienced with all this like you though.”

She furrowed her brow. They weren’t asking her to model for them were they? Well, perhaps she could just give them some pointers, and try to be polite about it. She was kind of digging this mentor thing after all. But she hadn’t thought that they were mommies when it had started. A Daddy she might consider, but...

It was only when she felt the chill of the outdoors, and saw the truck parked on the street, that she realized that they meant a physical truckload of AB stuff. Her jaw dropped as she got a glimpse through the open back and saw stacks upon stacks of diaper packages. Goodness, who were these-

“We thought you’d like these,” one of them beamed, guiding her with a firm grip on her shoulder. She gaped and nodded as they led her right up the ramp. It was like they were committing to having enough fulltime diapers to actually properly take care of an AB. Did they really need her to mentor them? Well, she supposed they might have the merchandise, but not the experience with social play, nor knowing limits and such. Really, she was quite important. The apparent seriousness of their fulltime adoption plans might scare some people though. She could deal with it, at least, she was after all open to reading... some certain types of fiction, so long as she was never actually spending serious time around mommies and such.  She’d give them a few pointers, then be on her way. Goodness, it dawned on her that she’d let them walk her right out in public, but it was at least dark, and they’d provided a privacy screen. Still, she’d better wait in the truck until they were ready to go back in... Not that it was a problem. There was so much interesting stuff to look at... Really though, right now she had to show some confidence, since she was the teacher here, especially since she was the only one in diapers. She began to step forward to inspect one of the stacked packages, to give her opinion on the brand, when a firm hand yanked her back.

“Wait until Mommies say dear. Goodness, we know you love your diapers, but that doesn't meant that you can forget your manners. Now you be good, okay?”

She blinked as she felt a big, wet kiss on her cheek. Goodness, these girls... Well... The surroundings were probably putting them into the mindset. Still, she had to explain limits, since she didn’t really do girl stuff. Although that kiss felt oddly familiar someh-

“Oh you just have to try these on,” a voice chirped, opening a shoe box and producing pink mary jane flats, followed by a pair of pink, frilly socks.

She opened her mouth to explain that her advice probably wouldn’t involve physical demonstrations, when one of the smiling little weirdos produced an enormous pacifier, and slipped it right in. Goodness, the plastic nipple was huge, filling her mouth completely. Her lips and tongue were immobilized.

“Oh! It really works! Isn’t that nice dear? Oh babba likes her pacies doesn't she? Now can you be quiet while Mommies fix you up?”

She frowned. Dammit. There’d been a misunderstanding here. She had to explain that they were moving too fast and first had to ask if somebody wanted to-

Two strong hands suddenly forced her into sitting atop a huge package of diapers. Goodness, they were really going at i-

She found her ankles in the air and socks being slipped on by two sets of expert and smooth hands. Goodness, it didn’t seem like their inexperience was hindering them at all. She couldn’t even hope to wriggle out of the stance they had her in, and had to use her hands to brace herself on the diaper package rather than pull the pacifier out. Heavens, was their going too far just a little bit hot? No, don’t be silly. Though she was surrounded by every type of diaper in existence, sitting on and wearing diapers. It was bound to overwhelm her a bit.

Finally they were done buckling her feet into the flats and held them up for her to see, and she had to resist an angry huff behind the pacifier, not wanting to make it look like she wasn’t in control. Of course she was. She was the oldest one here. Even if only by a little.

“Oh aren’t they cute! Yes they are! We knew you’d like them, the moment we saw you. Don’t you think they’re cute, baby girl?”

She was stuck, forced to look at her own cute little shoes over her diaper, so what could she do? She gave a slight nod, not wanting to give them too much power here. She’d still have to explain after that they’d gone too far, and every moment of acceptance just made it seem like-

“Oh and I just have to put your hair in pigtails!” another chimed, and suddenly she felt a strong hand working a brush through her hair, then pulling it tight. Her feet were finally released, and she began to reach for her pacifier, ready to finally put an en- “Oh and we just have to do your nails with this princess My First Makeup kit. Their only color is bubblegum pink!”

She suddenly found her hands pinned on a plastic tray, and two of the damn girls were holding a wrist each, while they painted with their other hand. Okay, she got that they were enthusiastic, but this was going too f-

A car drove by, and her panicked eyes glanced out the back of the truck. Fortunately it was going the other way, but anybody could see in through the open door to where they were bathed in light!

“Oh honey, nobody would think there’s anything wrong with a little angel like you in her didis. But you’re right. Let’s close the back of the truck so princess feels better. Agreed?” They all nodded in agreement, and the truck was closed. “There princess, feel better?”

She was too overwhelmed to feel anything, splayed out by strange, tall, bubbly girls working on her hair, nails, and feet.

“Oh Princess!” one of them laughed, and delivered another wet kiss to her cheek, right as she was beginning to snap out of it. Why did that feel so famil-

“And our angel doesn’t have to just wear those piddly little trainer diapers, oh no.”

She blinked as she felt herself lifted from the surface of the diaper package, as something was slipped beneath. A moment later, the thickest diaper she’d ever worn was pulled up between her legs. Okay, taking control back after this situation was going to be difficult. She supposed she had started in diapers willingly, but they’d dolled her up to ridiculous proportions. If she went back inside looking like this, after disappearing with a bunch of strange preppy girls, it would imply too many awkward questions. She was going to-

“Okay, arms up! I’ve found the perfect baby doll dress for her!”

Fingers began to work on removing her top. She struggled now, but they only laughed, like it was part of the game. “Oh she’s a wriggly one!” “I knew somebody had some naughty little wriggles in them! Hold on princess, we’ll get you into something better for a little angel like you.”

She was not a little angel! She was older than them! By a bit! Well, okay, technically she’d dressed up as a little angel going in, but that was on her terms, and besides, they were at the same AB party as her when– well, okay, technically they hadn’t dressed up, and had never been in diapers during the whole thing. Really, they’d been quite serious and mature from the- A pink satin dress covered her view, and was pulled down over her waist. Goodness, it was tight in the middle. They spun her around as they did up ribbons, checking her hair, delivering more kisses on her cheek. But finally, she could reach for her pacifier and– well, not her pacifier, the one they’d made her suck on silently, but now it was-

Somebody took her hands, and slipped them into pockets at the waist of her dress, where she found herself gripping spongy balls. With a few zips pulled tight, the pockets sealed over her wrists, leaving her hands stuck above the high hemline of her dress, which showed more than enough of her new diaper. 

“Ohhh, now let’s see her waddle!”

And with that she found herself pushed forward, and sent off at a panicked waddle through the truck. She had to not let the panic show on her face. She was still in charge here, and would remind them once this stupid game ended. Goodness, they’d gone much too far. But she supposed she hadn’t managed to get a word out. It had been based on a serious misunderstanding by naive newcomers to the fetish. Everything she’d drank earlier caught up, and at some point in the frantic waddling, she soaked her diapers - both of them, but fortunately the new thicker addition proved it actually worked for the job, and absorbed most of it. Still, it wasn’t actually fun to do it without being in contr-

“Now Baby,” one of the cheerful girls said, leaning down to her eye level, while she blushed and recoiled. “We think you’re ready to show what you know.” She blinked. They considered that only getting started before the main event?! “Somebody so experienced as you must have so much to teach. We’ve read your online pages of course, and scoped you out. We think you are just wonderful! So can you be a good girl, and come visit our nursery? It’s not far! Oh you’ll have such fun.”

She stood bow-legged and sweating, wincing at how the residue of the flood left a slimy sensation in her diaper. They... wanted her to go away with them? For more?! Well, she supposed it would be good to delay going back to the party, since she might get a chance to change out of the nonsense doll getup, after one of them surely had thought to remove the pacifier by then... She nodded, slowly and reluctantly. Perhaps she could still tell herself she was in control... If she acted like it, they might believe it, and listen to her angry commands once they finally removed the pacifier.

The ride in the oversized carseat was bumpy and wet. Worse, she was stuck holding the elegant yet strong hands of two of the young preppy woman on either side. Goodness, why did they look kind of familiar from this angle?

She perhaps should have expected the nursery to be amazing, given their truckload of diapers. Whoever these girls were, they were loaded both physically and financially, and had obviously joined forces for some sort of lifestyle beyond what she’d ever imagined. Even just one large rocking horse looked perfectly crafted and decorated - and there were several of them!

“Oh we’re just so excited for you to meet her!” one of them chirped. She furrowed her brow, who were they t-

Her eyes widened as a rather sleepy adult baby was helped down from the crib, by yet another Mommy who seemed to have been there the whole time. Wait, when they said they were new to this, they didn’t mean quite as new as she’d thought. Maybe she’d been overselling herself a bit when she claimed that she was experienced. She’d never lived in some crazy big commune house with a nursery and real AB in it after all...

Her hands were released by two of her Mommies, only to be slipped into thick mittens. “To help you crawl,” one of them explained with a beaming smile. “Can you crawl to baby girl? I bet you can!”

Wide-eyed, with her big diaper butt in the air and feeling like an idiot, she crawled across the room. With how her diaper had expanded after the soaking, she wasn’t quite sure if she even could walk in it, at least not for long. And, god, the other girl’s diaper looked even thicker. It was bulky enough to not reveal many details about the state beneath the surface, yet at the very edges, she saw a slight mottling of darker colours, and had to wonder...

“Can you two give each other little kisses with your pacifiers?”

She hesitated just a moment, just as the other girl did. “There we go! Aw! Such perfect sisters! Now, Angel, we read your online profile, and know what you’re into. We want you to show baby girl.”

She blinked and glanced over her shoulder, back at the Mommies. Goodness, they looked even bigger from this angle.

“You know,” one of them said innocently in response to her confused look, “Your fantasies about straight girls learning that they’re not so straight, the magical techniques which they can learn in their diapers? Oh, you must be so experienced at it by now. Our own girl needs lessons. You promised to help teach, remember?”

She stared back with wide eyes, unable to speak and finding so many strangers watching her. Oh god. That stuff was in her online history. These people had thought that made her an expert... And she had promised to teach. It was embarrassing enough already, even worse to admit that she couldn’t do that and had wasted all their time... Though come to think of it, how had they even got their hands on her online– Well, that didn’t matter, all that mattered was finding the least embarrassing way out of this situation. And that meant, er... She began to crawl towards the other girl, her hands sweaty, her stomach full of butterflies, and her face pale. Fortunately she didn’t put up much of a fight, and soon they were entwined with their thick diapers pressed right up against - oh god, don’t even think about it.

How did she even do this?! She supposed she should try giving a thrust, feeling all eyes on her. Oh dear. That little thrust seemed to work. Did a part of her...? Well, no, she didn’t feel anything, of course, she was just demonstrating, she told herself.

“Come on Baby Girl. Copy your new sister. Hump back. There you go. Just like she’s showing you. Mm, faster girls.”

The motions were returned in her direction. Her eyes flittered up, and suddenly it was all too much to deny. The obvious blush on her cheeks, and the way that her own motions were becoming more natural and enthusiastic, surely gave it away. She was getting into it. She could only be glad that nobody else was seeing this, and that she could forget about this little lesbian demonstration once she left here. Oh god, but could she forget this feeling? What if she became hooked, and became a lesbian? A stupid diaper addicted lesbian? Fuck. Faster. Faster. She reluctantly looked her partner in the eyes, and her partner returned the gaze. They were both getting there, and wanted a little more emotional connection... Fuck... But she wasn’t a... She didn’t even like-

“Oh good girls! You are being such a good little angel! We told you at the last party that you could do it.”

She couldn’t quite process what they were saying. Last party? Her brow furrowed even as she humped her partner, getting closer and closer to something which would hopefully never happen again. Despite her pacifier, she finally managed some sounds, albeit some embarrassingly girly little squeals.

“Oh goodness, you got too drunk to remember, didn’t you? You don’t even remember how only half of us met you that night, so we weren’t sure about adopting you yet. When we told you about the special cuddle crib we had for diaper girls, and the double-seater rocking horses, and the double highchairs where angels in only diapers can hold hands and then lick each other clean, the bathtimes we have where girls and mommies might get a chance to- angel, are you even listening? Goodness. You’re as bad as when you were drunk, drifting in and out of even hearing us. Well, at least we left you with that drawn penis on your diaper - our promise that it would be the closest you get to one of those from now on. Come on sweetie, hump your new sister faster, that’s the only way you get off now. Mm, and isn’t it fun? Yes it is! You’re a natural at this sweetie."