First Time - Chapter 2 (Patreon)

Angela led Fawn over to the changing table, the girl struggling to keep from freaking out as she approached. It looked so much like the changing tables her charges had, like what real babies were diapered on... And now, she was about to be put onto it, for the same reason.

"Up you go!" Angela helped her up onto the table, one hand clasped around one of Fawn's, the other on her bottom, making it feel, almost, like she was being lifted up, like a small child, even when she knew she was doing all the real work herself. The woman laid her down, lifting her skirt up, out of the way, completely exposing the skimpy thong.

Shyly, Fawn tried to hide her undies with her hands; she'd known it had to be coming, yet it was still a big leap, going from Angela seeing them at all, to having them out in the open like that. Angela shook her head, swatting her away.

"Fawn," she scolded, "you're not going to stop this, and, if you keep trying, I'm going to have to spank you."

Fawn froze, heat rising in her cheeks as the woman slid her panties down, out of the way, off her feet, setting them aside. She wouldn't really do that... Would she? She knew from her website that she did do spanking, but she'd said she wasn't into it. Seeing Angela in person, however, imagining herself over her lap, rear in the air... She certainly didn't want it now, though it would be lying to pretend she didn't see the appeal now, that there wasn't warmth forming somewhere other, much further south, than her face.

"Legs up!" Angela cooed, taking Fawn by the ankles, lifting her up, sliding the diaper she'd picked out underneath her.

"Oh!" Fawn squealed. It was so much more than she'd expected, being lowered down onto it. So much softer, so much thicker, so much louder as her bottom wriggled on top of it, almost involuntarily. Maybe it was because she was on top of it, maybe the diaper itself was crinklier, but she could practically feel the years melting off of her, making her smaller, and more helpless, than anyone she'd ever babysat for.

"Someone's a little wiggle-worm!" Angela teased, Fawn unable to keep herself from squirming, from feeling the padding under her, from listening to the rustling. And then, as Angela began to massage the baby lotion into her skin, the squirming continued, but changed.

It wasn't Angela, really... She was being professional, almost clinical, about it. Nobody had touched Fawn down there, however, and she couldn't help herself, no matter how mortifying it was. Her only hope was that, somehow, the woman wouldn't notice...

But she was a professional, someone who knew all about this kind of thing, whereas Fawn had barely gotten started. "Oh, my," she said, sprinkling the baby powder. "Looks like we got you into your diaper just in time. You would have ruined those skimpy underwear, getting them all wet like this." 

"I-I didn't... I-I wasn't..." Fawn stammered, wanting to explain herself, yet not sure how.

"It's all right," Angela promised, pulling the front of the diaper up between her legs. "These will take care of that." It only turned her on more, feeling the bulk of the diaper between her legs, pushing her thighs apart as she tried her best to squeeze them together, rubbing them against one another, marvelling at the sensation, while Angela bemusedly taped her up, pulling the sides snug and sealing her in.

"Now, then," she looked down at the squirmy girl below her. "I think we'll put you in a onesie. Those are for only the tiniest of babies."

"I'm not a baby!" Fawn protested automatically. "I'm a big girl!"

"Oh, you are?" Angela grinned, sitting her up, gently gathering her hair into two bunches, and tying them into place with ribbons, popping a pacifier into her mouth before helping her off the table, leading her across the room - the girl giggling despite herself, adjusting to the waddle the diaper forced her into - towards the mirror. "Does that look like a big girl to you?"

She lifted the skirt up, though it wasn't necessary... Fawn knew what she was wearing under there without having to see it. Even without it, seeing her pink-cheeked face, a cheery yellow pacifier in the middle of it, her hair tied up, standing in the middle of a giant nursery, gave her just one possible answer. "No, not at all..." she shook her head.

"I didn't think so," Angela agreed. "So, a onesie it is!" She gave Fawn a pat on the bottom, the girl nearly swooning. It was so perfect... Someone's touch there, gentle and loving and possessive, and the crinkle of her diaper... It made her feel so sweet and babyish and happy... "What do you think?" 

"I-If you say so," Fawn gulped, mumbling behind her pacifier. She suspected Angela had seen her reaction and noted it, because, after that answer, she gave her another pat, making Fawn almost melt, smiling up at her, nuzzling against her side.

"Such a good girl," the woman stroked her hair. "Let's get you dressed properly. You're so little, I bet my daughter's old things will fit you perfectly."

Fawn knew it wasn't real, that this was part of the game, but she fell into it anyway, eyes widening as she thought about what that meant. She had to be even smaller than her former charge, if the clothes she'd worn as a baby would fit her... There was no way she could be a suitable babysitter in that case... She deserved to have this happen to her, to be the one who wound up diapered, pacified, babied...

The onesie was simple, white, which only sold the illusion more, since she'd snapped plenty of babies into ones exactly like it. Her pink diaper poked out the legbands, bulged around the waist, the color faintly visible through the thin cloth. And, after the snaps were fastened, there was no escaping her diaper, no avoiding the soft bulk of the garment. The onesie held it close to her, no matter what she did, every movement simply making it rub against her more.

A pair of yellow booties - matching her paci, she realized - and her outfit was complete. There was no trace of the adult Fawn left... She was a baby through and through, and she was in heaven. Angela set her down on the floor, surrounding her with blocks, and ring stacking toys, and stuffed animals.

There had always been a part of her that was jealous, when she saw children playing with these things, but she would never have admitted it, never given into the temptation to play with them herself, when they weren't around... Now, however, she was just a baby, too, so it made sense for her to indulge her fantasies; she was too little to do anything else, after all.

She lost herself in it, losing track of time completely, until, finally, Angela knelt beside her. "Are you getting hungry, sweetie?" She nodded, let herself be led over to the high chair, helped up into it with a pat to her bottom that left her grinning happily while Angela fastened the tray into place.

"You're definitely too little to feed yourself," Angela announced, tying a bib around the girl's neck. "Open wide!" Fawn blushed, knowing she'd been able to do that for years, decades even... But, as she wiggled in her seat, she felt the diaper, heard it, and reminded herself she wasn't a big girl anymore. Far from it.

She opened her mouth obediently, taking the spoonful of green mush Angela offered up. It was peas, not her favorite veggie... Not too awful normally, though. The texture didn't do them any favors, but she was able to swallow them down, earning a, "Good girl!" for her efforts.

She was less compliant a few spoons in, however, as she started to get used to this, and bored with the increasingly yucky taste. "I'm full," she tried to say, timing it completely wrong and getting a mouthful of peas in the middle. She blushed, unable to stop herself in time, feeling the mush dribble down her face, drop onto her bib.

"My, my," Angela shook her head. "This is why I can't trust you to feed yourself, Fawn! And what if you hadn't been wearing that bib? You would have stained your nice onesie, and then everyone would always know, whenever you wore it, that you're just a messy little baby. Aren't you?"

"Y-Yes, ma'am," Fawn said.

"Yes what?" Angela paused. "What are you saying yes to, young lady?"

Fawn fidgeted, the sound and feel of her diaper making it easier to say, and believe, the words. "Yes, ma'am, I-I am just a messy little baby..." 

"Of course you are," Angela smiled. "I think you've had enough peas, so why don't we move on to a nice treat instead?" She set the peas down, fetching another bowl, this one filled with chocolate pudding, which Fawn was much more eager to eat. So eager, in fact, that she wound up with more of it running down her face, and on her bib.

Was it really her? Was Angela feeding her in a way that made her do it, or was she so eager, after the peas, that she'd grown more careless? Whatever the reason, she definitely felt like the messy little baby she'd confessed to being, while Angela wiped her face clean, scolding her playfully.

There was, of course, another meaning to the word 'messy'... Fawn was curious about that, too, but there was no way she was going to do that here, on her first time... After the trip here, and all her playing, and being fed, however, her bladder was starting to feel awfully full, and the large baby bottle of juice Angela gave her to wash everything down wasn't going to help.

She held it with both hands, sucking away at the nipple feet kicking in the high chair as she watched Angela straighten up the toys she'd played with. She could always lower the bottle, ask to be excused to the bathroom... Angela had ordered her to, "Finish every drop! It'll help you grow up big and strong," but Fawn had a feeling she'd make an exception for that, if Fawn wanted.

But... Did she? All of this had been incredible... It was everything she'd dreamed about for so long, and more. What better time was there to indulge this fantasy as well? She was a baby, after all... Angela wasn't going to get mad at her for acting a tiny bit more like one...

It was harder than she'd expected. In the end, she had to close her eyes, pretend she was on a toilet, not a high chair, and, even then, her bladder stopped once she felt the warmth soaking into the padding beneath her, starting to spread... She squirmed, squealing softly into her bottle as she felt the squish under her bottom, then tried again, a longer stream escaping this time before her years of potty training shut her down. Then another, and another, until, finally, she'd completely soaked her diaper.

Angela had to know, had to have seen her struggling. As soon as she came over to check on her, she removed the tray, then started to unsnap her onesie. "Let's see how your diapie is doing," she said.

"I-It's okay," Fawn fibbed, still hiding behind the nearly empty bottle.

"Oh, is it?" Angela pushed her fingers against the padding, pressing it against the girl, giving it a little rub. "I think somebody had an accident."

"M-Maybe," Fawn admitted, swallowing and blushing as Angela gave the diaper another stroke. Nobody had touched her there, like that... Fawn's toes curled in her booties, her teeth clamping harder around the bottle's nipple. Was this really how she wanted that first time to go?

"Not trying to hide it now, either," Angela smiled. "Such a good girl... Would you like a treat for that?"

It was obvious what she meant... And Fawn was incredibly tempted to nod. But, after a moment, she decided she wasn't ready for that, not yet. Hoping Angela wouldn't be mad at her, she shook her head.

"Okay," she nodded. "But I think you are ready for a change. In fact, it's almost time for you to go, so... What do you think, Fawny? Do you need a diaper for the road?"

Fawn wanted that so badly, to not have to give up this feeling she'd just experienced... She couldn't risk anyone at home noticing it, however, and wasn't sure how she'd be able to get rid of it without it being seen. "N-No, ma'am," she shook her head.

"All right," Angela didn't push, thankfully; Fawn didn't think she'd be able to stand up to her right now. "Do you promise you won't take any more Goodnites?"

"Y-Yes, ma'am," Fawn blushed, having almost forgotten about the scenario she'd set up.

"I know you won't," Angela grinned. "Because anytime you're over here, whether it's to babysit or not, you're going to be in diapers. Aren't you?" Fawn nodded meekly. "Good girl... You know, maybe I ought to send a note home with you about this..."

Immediately, Fawn shook her head, eyes widening, almost using the safeword they'd set up. "Hey, it's okay," Angela told her, softening, giving her a hug. "You're so sweet... I wouldn't have made you actually give it to your parents, of course. But we don't have to do that at all, honey. Let's get you cleaned up."

Fawn felt silly for over-reacting, but Angela didn't seem to mind as she wiped her off, helped her into her panties, and her grown-up outfit. It had only been one afternoon, and yet she already felt strange without the poofy embrace of her diaper, the constant rustling... It was sad, leaving it all behind already, though she did her best not to show it, not to cry, no matter how much she wanted to.

"Have a safe trip back," Angela told her, escorting her to the door. "I hope you had a good time, Fawn... I know I did."

"Yes, ma'am, I did," Fawn replied, as calmly as she could.

She blushed as Angela lifted her skirt, giving her panties a final check. "Still dry," she teased. "I guess I can send you home like this after all... This time."

Fawn blushed, hurrying out the door as soon as the woman opened it, not because she was afraid of her, or of her changing her mind, but because of how much she wanted Angela to do that. "Bye!" she waved, already thinking hard about the next time she'd be able to do this might be, knowing for sure that there was no way she was going to let this first time be the last. She was just a messy little baby, after all... She needed someone to look after her, as Angela had so expertly shown her.