The Date - Part 6 (Patreon)

She wasn't in that first diaper for long; Monica tugged some plastic pants over it, then snapped the crotch of the onesie back up, letting her play while she went to fix her a bottle. Rubie could have gotten up, headed to the bathroom, where she certainly needed to go... Monica hadn't forbidden her from doing that, or locked her in the room, or otherwise prevented her from doing it.

Part of Rubie wondered if the bottle was an excuse, a reason to give her some privacy, to see what she would do. The idea of peeing her pants was gross, but, at the same time... She squirmed, blushing at the sound of the diaper around her, at the feeling of the cushy padding, following her every move... She'd felt like a little girl at the restaurant, yet now, she felt like a toddler... A tiny, adorable, helpless little toddler...

And she loved it. Toddlers didn't have to worry about living up to lofty expectations, or doing things they didn't want to, or anything... They didn't even have to try to make it to the potty. They could just play, and giggle, and be happy, and wet their diapers... She could barely recall deciding to do the latter, simply feeling the sensation of warmth filling the padding around her, slowly spreading outwards, making her feel, strangely, content and safe, rather than disgusted.

Monica was pleased when she got back, too, ready to change Rubie as soon as she wanted. "I just knew," she told Rubie, "as soon as I saw your picture, that you'd be perfect... It's a little silly, I know, for a Mommy to play with dolls, but you see all these stuffed animals, and dolls? I used to carry them around the nursery, practice diapering them, waiting for someone real... What do you think, sweetie? Did they do a good job teaching me how to look after a little baby like you?"

Rubie giggled, and nodded, and could hardly wait to come back once Monica dropped her off at her car. She couldn't quite put it into words when her parents asked her how the date had gone, just smiled and drifted off to her room for a nice, sound sleep. 

Their next date was far less fancy; Rubie went to Monica's place first, and got dressed up in a little yellow sundress, like she'd wanted the first time, with a pair of training panties under it, then taken to McDonald's for a Happy Meal, and some time in the Play Place. She already trusted Monica enough to keep watch and warn her if any real kids showed up, but it was still nerve-wracking, worried, at any moment, someone would walk in while she was going down the slide, her dress flying up, exposing her damp trainers...

"Such a brave girl," Monica told her, once they were back home, and Rubie was in a proper diaper, and a cute, fluffy, pink romper with a bunny on the front. "I thought it might be too soon, but after watching you today, I bet you're ready."

"Ready for what, Mommy?" Rubie asked.

She didn't find out until she was ready to leave, and, rather than getting her Oscar the Grouch panties back, she was put into another pair of trainers. "But Mommy," she protested. "What if..?"

"You saw how wet your diaper was," Monica told her. "You're a little fountain... I wouldn't want you getting your big girl clothes all wet."

Before long, Monica wanted her to wear her training panties all the time. Rubie was terrified, sure her parents would notice, and take that as confirmation of her immaturity - which, of course, it was, in a way - and never believe that the far more grown-up Monica was the reason she was wearing them. "Well," Monica mused, sitting next to Ruby on the floor of her nursery, "why don't you move in here, then?"

"Really?" Rubie gasped, laying her head on the woman's lap happily. "I'd love to!"

"Hold on," Monica told her. "There are some rules... You get to wear trainers at home now, because I'm not there to look after you, but if you live here, it's diapers, full-time, for everything."

"Everything?" Rubie wrinkled her nose. She'd never tried doing anything more than wetting her diaper... "B-But that's for little babies."

"Everything," Monica confirmed. "Anyone who lives here, in the nursery, is just a little baby. You can't have it half way."

Rubie needed some time to think about that. Did she really want to give up any pretence of an adult life, of trying to make it the way her siblings had, of hoping, one day, her parents would be proud of her, and what she'd done? 

Even after she'd made up her mind, she wasn't sure about it. She had a few false starts, where she got too nervous to follow through, before, finally, one day, she squatted down, pushed, and felt her body give in as her mind accepted this really was what she wanted. 

"Mommy," she toddled up to her afterwards. "I'm hungry."

"I can get you a bottle," Mommy told her.

"No," Rubie whined, pawing at the woman's shirt. She'd never done that before, either, although Monica had offered a couple times, but if she was a little baby... Well, it only made sense. 

Monica grinned, sitting down, opening up her shirt, nearly finishing before she caught a whiff of Rubie's diaper. "Whew!" she waved her hand in front of her nose, exaggeratedly. "Did someone have an accident?" Rubie giggled, nodded proudly. "Do you want a change first?" Rubie thought about it for a moment, then shook her head, deciding she was thirsty enough that she could wait... And that, after being worried about it for so long, that her messy diaper wasn't nearly as bad as she'd expected. "Such a good girl," Monica cooed, cradling her, holding her up to her breast for her first real feeding, of many to come. "Mommy's little baby..."