A Little Visitor - Chapter 3 (Patreon)

"Hey," Lauren smiled softly down at the sniffling girl in front of her, kneeling down to give her a hug. "It's okay... I'm not mad."

"B-But..." Rebecca blushed, squirming in place, feeling the pajama shorts bunched around her knees, and the now soggy Pull-Up around her waist, both evidence of her failed run to the bathroom. It had been happening more and more lately; seemingly, the more she wore the trainers - and she was in them all the time now - the more she needed them. She'd known she had to go, of course, and it was really her fault for not getting up sooner... She just hadn't realized how bad it was until she was nearly there, and it hit her that, unless she started to strip down then and there, she wouldn't make it on time.

And she still hadn't, her efforts only ensuring that her roommate would get a good view of her wet Pull-Up as soon as she rounded the corner and saw her there. Rebecca had made a token attempt to tug her pants back up, but she'd known it was too late already.

"It's all right," Lauren told her again, giving her another squeeze. "It's your poor little ankle," she explained. "It isn't fully healed yet, is it?"

"N-No, it's not," Rebecca agreed, eager for a reasonable excuse. It had been feeling all right for a few days now, but she wasn't a doctor; it probably wasn't back to full strength yet. That had to be the issue... She couldn't move as fast as she was used to, and her bladder hadn't figured that out, so it wasn't telling her to head to the bathroom on time. 

"Poor thing," Lauren shook her head. "And that's your last Pull-Up, isn't it?"

"No!" Rebecca squealed, but she wasn't sure why... Of course it was true, she simply didn't like to think about the fact she'd made it through an entire pack herself, or that Lauren knew.

"Oh, I'm sorry," her roommate said gingerly. "I just saw the empty pack in the garbage, and..."

"Okay, fine!" Rebecca rolled her eyes. "Yeah, it is!"

"It's all right," Lauren assured her. "It's too bad this happened now, since the store's closed already, but we'll figure it out. We can drive a little further, and..."

"I have work in the morning!" Rebecca whined.

"I do, too," Lauren reminded her. "But we have to do something..."

She didn't say it out loud, though they both knew what she meant. Rebecca blushed, glad now that she'd never found a reason to tell her friend that she'd never wet the bed as a child, since her record was now broken; ever since she'd started wearing trainers all the time, she'd been waking up soggy every morning. She'd told herself it would stop once she was back to her normal panties, but she knew it was silly to believe that.

"I hate to even suggest this," Lauren said, after a long, silent moment. "But... I do have some of Kellie's spares here..."

"Kellie has spare Pull-Ups?" Rebecca frowned, confused. It hadn't seemed like the girl was anywhere close to being ready to potty train...

Lauren shook her head. "Not Pull-Ups..."

"No!" Rebecca gasped, tears springing to her eyes as she stomped her foot. "I'm not gonna wear a diaper!" Pull-Ups were hardly much better, but, in these sorts of situations, every little bit helped. "Please, no..."

"It's your choice," Lauren let her know. "You have been leaking a lot lately, though... And it's either this, or we stay up long enough to find a store that has trainers for you..."

Rebecca stomped her foot again, frustrated with herself, and the situation she'd landed herself in. She should have mentioned she was running low sooner, so they could have made a shopping trip, but she hadn't wanted to admit the truth, to herself or to Lauren, that she'd already used up that many Pull-Ups. She'd convinced herself she'd be fine, that this night would be the exception, and her Pull-Up would be dry when she woke up, so she could wear it to work... In reality, she hadn't even made it all the way to bedtime. Did she really believe in herself enough to risk sleeping without any protection?

"Okay!" she huffed, caving in. "You hafta help me, though, I don't know how to put on a stupid diaper!"

"Of course," Lauren nodded. It was no problem for her, obviously, since she had plenty of experience changing Kellie. Rebecca blushed, trying not to think of the other girl as she squirmed, letting herself get cleaned up, taped into the bulky diaper, knowing this was the same kind Kellie wore, that, to someone who didn't know the whole story, she'd look just as babyish as her...

"Uh-oh!" Lauren could barely suppress a giggle as she tried to tug Rebecca's pajama shorts back up. "They won't fit!"

"Yes, they will!" Rebecca fumed, grabbing for them herself, giving them a harder yank, and realizing her friend was telling the truth. Finally, she had to give up, sliding them off her legs, having to go to bed in a shirt and diaper, which made her feel even more infantile than she already had.

That was nothing compared to the next day, however. There were, of course, no Pull-Ups then, either, and she was far more paranoid about having another accident at work than wetting the bed, so she had no choice but to let Lauren change her soaked overnight diaper, putting her into a fresh one, then letting her pick out her outfit for the day... Only to discover none of her clothes would fit.

She should have taken a moment, calmed down, thought it through; instead, Lauren found her on the floor, bawling her eyes out. "What's wrong?!" she asked, hurrying in. "Did you hurt yourself?"

"This stupid diaper's too big!" Rebecca wailed. "I-I can't get my pants over it, a-and all my dresses are too short, a-and...!"

"Oh, poor thing," Lauren cooed, hugging her. "Well, my clothes obviously aren't going to fit you, and we don't have time to get you anything, but..."

"No!" Rebecca shook her head when she saw what her roomie's solution was. "No way!" But it was her only choice, so, reluctantly, she ended up going to work that day in one of Kellie's spare outfits, a pair of shortalls, diaper bulging beneath them.

"Everything all right?" her manager asked, coming in to check on her, Rebecca squirming as she felt the Betweener's eyes on her, knowing exactly what she was looking at.

"It's a long story," Rebecca told her. "B-But you don't have to mark me down as actually needing these! It's still temporary!"

"I'd like to believe that, dear," the woman said, "but you're... leaking."

"Nuh-uh!" Rebecca shook her head, glancing down at herself, cheeks blazing when she saw the twin wet spots on the crotch of the shortalls. She did her very best to explain things to HR, yet she still found herself being taped into a fresh diaper, this one even thicker, and dotted with little hearts, instead of the plain white plastic of the ones she'd been borrowing, and put into a sundress that was barely long enough. "Y-You're not going to put this in my file, are you?" she sniffed, staring up at the HR woman hopefully.

That evening, Lauren took her shopping, finally. She was nice enough to tell her, "It's your choice," as they stood in front of the diaper aisle, and Rebecca desperately wanted to pick the Pull-Ups, but she knew if she showed up to work in them, she'd be at the very least reprimanded, potentially spanked, and quite possibly fired. Until she could prove she didn't need them, she was expected to wear diapers there at all times.

Quietly, she grabbed the nearest pack in her size and put it into the cart, expecting her roomie to tease her. Thankfully, she didn't say anything, except, "Maybe we should get you some new clothes, too!"

"J-Just a few things," Rebecca agreed.

"Obviously," Lauren smiled. "This is only temporary, of course."

There were very few good options for someone her size that would hide a diaper bulge, but they did the best they could, trying to find things that weren't too overtly childish. Everyone at work had already seen her in the shortalls, and the dress, so they all knew the truth about what she was wearing... Which, in a way, made it much easier for her to accept it as the weeks went on, and Lauren started taping her into thicker and thicker diapers, one with more and more babyish designs... It wasn't really a secret, after all, and the bigger they were, the less likely it was that she'd have to go to HR for a mid-day change.

And, of course, bigger diapers meant another wardrobe change. She wasn't sure where Lauren kept finding clothes to fit over the giant padding, but it didn't much matter, as long as she did. It only made sense that they'd be more childish, and, before long, it didn't bother Rebecca much at all. In fact, they were pretty cute... 

It was probably inevitable, what happened next. "I'm sorry, Becca," the HR lady told her one day, calling in her, sitting her in front of her desk in her onesie, extra-bulky diaper poking out of the leg-holes, "but I don't think this job is a good fit for you. Your work has been slipping, and you've been dressing inappropriately for the workplace for a while now, and, while I'm happy to help, changing diapers isn't really my job..."

"Well, I don't know how to do it myself!" Rebecca pouted, crossing her arms. "And I can't find anything else to wear over these! It's tem... temp... It's only for now, anyway! Once my ankle's healed, I'll go back to my big girl panties!"

But the HR lady didn't buy that. Lauren, surprisingly, wasn't mad, promising she could handle the rent on her own, as long as it took, and even hiring a nice, older lady to come in and stay with Rebecca during the day, to change her diapers, and cook for her, and help remind her to take her naps so she didn't get cranky...

"Becca, share your toys," Lauren told her sternly, watching from the doorway. Becca sulked, but, knowing better than to argue, handed her dolly over to Kellie, who was there for a play-date. "Good girl," she praised.

Rebecca beamed, carefully getting to her feet, toddling over towards her toybox to find something else to play with. She paused for a moment as she passed her mirror, getting a good view of herself. There, in the reflection, was a little girl, wearing a frilly, pink dress, one far too short to hide her massive, pink diaper, patterned with playing kittens, so big it forced her to stand bow-legged. She stared into the eyes of the girl in the mirror, then grinned. She looked so pretty! She was going to have to thank Mommy for this dress again; it was brand new, and she loved it!

Before she could do that, however, she felt a funny feeling in her tummy, and, automatically, she bent forward slightly and started to push with a series of tiny grunts. She giggled, watching herself, seeing her face scrunched up, her silly expression, listening to the noises she was making as she felt the warm, mushy mess in her pants slowly growing, the exposed diaper drooping between her legs slightly before her eyes.

"Uh-oh!" Mommy exclaimed, stepping into the mirror behind her, reaching down to give the girl's stinky bum a pat. "Does someone need a clean diapie?"

"No!" Becca giggled, toddling away. "I'm not done playing, Mommy!"

Lauren smiled, happy to play along as she chased her little girl around her nursery. "You can finish once you're changed!" she told her, earning only more giggles. She was such a happy baby... Just like Lauren had known she would be. The little accident with the booster hadn't been a part of Lauren's plan, but it had made things so much easier, let her move her timeline up, and helped keep her former roommate - now baby - from suspecting anything.

And now, there wasn't a trace of the girl's adult life left, wiped away as easily as Lauren was going to clean her bottom once she caught her, after giving her tummy a good tickle, of course. She was just as much a baby as Kellie, if not more-so... And, exactly as Lauren had predicted, they were both far happier this way.