First Time: Spring Break - Chapter 2 (Patreon)

Fawn probably could have held it a little longer, but there didn't seem to be much point in it. She'd almost forgotten how fun it was, feeling the padding slowly growing warm and squishy beneath her... Or how absolutely infantile it made her feel, knowing what she'd done. It really put a cap on this 'punishment', washing away any illusions that she was still the college girl who had driven here, not even an hour earlier.

And this wasn't even the main event... Fawn realized, after she was released from the corner and taken to the dinner table - after some light teasing about, "Looks like somebody told a little fib... This is why diapers are mandatory for you, young lady," - that, probably, the whole thing had been to keep her out of Angela's hair while she cooked.

It was more than Angela had to do; honestly, she didn't need to cook for Fawn at all today. And it did wonders for putting Fawn into the right headspace, sitting there, legs still swinging on Angela's dining room chairs, even if they weren't as tall as the stool, diaper squishing beneath her... She felt the need to offer to wash the dishes to show her gratitude, though she was glad when Angela turned her down.

"It's past your bedtime," she told her instead.

"Wh-What?!" Fawn gasped, looking at the clock, the earliness only making her feel more babyish. "B-But it isn't even eight yet!"

That didn't stop Angela from taking her back to the nursery, changing her into a fresh diaper, and tucking her into the crib. Fawn was far too worked up from what had already happened, and over what she could imagine happening the next day, to fall asleep yet, but she had a feeling that might have been part of the point... Especially when, well before she was able to drift off, she felt another pang in her bladder.

The crib was built with far larger babies than Fawn in mind, though she suspected she could have gotten out, if she really wanted to. It was nice to pretend that wasn't the case, however, and snuggle up under the covers, marvelling at how much easier, already, it was for her to let go, to pee her pants... It was a pretty humiliating thing to be proud of herself for, which just made it better, in a weird way.

It all came together beautifully the next morning, as she yawned and stretched, almost forgetting at first where she was until her hands bumped against the bars behind her head. She blinked, shifting in bed, blushing as she felt her now clammy, squishy diaper squelch between her legs. She was waking up in a crib, in a wet diaper... And she had a whole day of diapers ahead of her.

She giggled to herself, her legs rubbing together almost involuntarily, the sound of the crinkles making her laugh more, as the wet padding brushed against her skin. She couldn't quite help herself, one hand sneaking under her covers, starting to rub, as she suckled on her pacifier. She was going to get to be a baby for a full day... She wasn't even going to get to see her panties, much less wear them!

Of course, if she was going to be spending that long in diapers, that did bring up a very real possibility... She blushed as her hand paused, moving upwards, towards her stomach. It wasn't feeling too full yet... She wasn't sure if she wanted that to change or not. She was curious about messing herself, and, when Angela had asked her about it, she'd said she wanted to try it. Now that it was the day, and she could, possibly, have to go through with it, she wondered if that had been a mistake.

Pooping her Pampers... There wasn't much she could think of that would be more infantile than that. She absolutely loved everything else she'd tried so far, but... Was she ready to go that far? As far as Angela knew, she was, so she might not have a choice in the matter, when the time came. Again, in a weird way, she almost liked that more, liked having that choice taken away from her... But it didn't stop her from being anxious about it.

Before she could get over her nerves, Angela burst in. "Rise and shine!" she exclaimed. "Are you up, sweetie?"

"U-Uh-huh," Fawn nodded, glad she'd stopped rubbing herself... Not that she thought Angela would have minded, considering her offer from the last session.

"And did you have a dry night?" Angela raised an eyebrow, looking down at the girl sternly.

Fawn knew it hadn't happened overnight, the way Angela was insinuating, and that it wasn't really her fault, since Angela was the one who had put her in the crib so early. That didn't stop her from feeling like those things weren't true, though. She almost shook her head, but there wasn't any point in that. "N-No, ma'am," she admitted.

"No?" Angela let out a fake sigh. "What am I going to do with you?"

The answer was that she was going to lower the side of the crib, lead Fawn to the changing table, and get her into a fresh diaper, and a t-shirt, and... nothing else. It was constantly surprising to Fawn how Angela could keep coming up with things that made her feel more and more babyish... She'd been certain the woman had already reached the pinnacle with the onesie from the first session, but the sleeper had topped that, and now this, not even being given anything to cover her diaper, as if she was so little she didn't need anything more...

She doubted it was a coincidence that this one was the most infantile looking diaper yet, either. Her first had been plain pink, and last night's had been a normal, white one... This one was mostly white, with pink on the sides and waistband, but it was covered in bunnies, from the landing strip for the tapes, to the padding around her crotch... She could easily see a smaller version of this looking at home on the changing table of any of the toddlers she'd babysat for in the past.

And it was on her, ready for anyone who walked past her to notice, and laugh at her for. She tugged at the hem of her shirt, but Angela seemed to have picked it out specifically to keep her from using it to hide, the fabric stretching almost, though not quite, to the waistband of the diaper, well short of blocking anyone from seeing what she was wearing.

Of course, there was nobody else to see her, nobody here that didn't already know what she was wearing. As pointless as it was, that didn't stop her from trying, at least until Angela swatted at her hands. "You're going to stretch it out, silly," she scolded her gently. "What's wrong? I thought it was an adorable outfit for you... Besides, it makes it easier for me to see how long you really can last before you wet yourself."

Fawn hadn't even considered that; obviously, all Angela had to do to check her was glance down now, no need to unsnap anything. There was no hiding her 'accidents' - not that she thought she could fool a professional like Angela anyway. "I-I can last a long time," she said. "I'm a big girl!"

"Oh, you are, are you?" Angela chuckled. "We'll see about that."

Fawn had wet her diaper before going to sleep, but she hadn't gone since then, and, after Angela helped her into the high chair, she gave her a bottle of juice, which only added more fuel to the fire. She probably could have waited a little longer... As soon as Angela stepped out of the room, however, she was happy to pee her pants once more.

Sure enough, Angela noticed right away, after she returned. "A big girl, huh?" she reached under the high chair's tray, giving Fawn's diaper a pat. "It doesn't feel like it... You've barely been up fifteen minutes, and you already need another change!"

Fawn giggled bashfully, while Angela set the bowl she was carrying down on the tray in front of her. She hadn't really known what to expect, although, after getting a normal meal the night before, she'd sort of hoped for the same here. Instead, she couldn't help wrinkling her nose as she stared down at a bowl of oatmeal.

"What's wrong?" Angela asked as she tied a bib around the girl's neck. "Doesn't that look good?"

"I-I'm sure it is," Fawn told her.

"Look at you," the woman laughed, "trying to be sweet. You're not fooling me... This is what you need to grow up big and strong, though, so you need to eat it anyway. Every bite. Can you do that?"

Fawn gulped, shifting her padded bottom in her seat. "Y-Yes, ma'am," she said, picking up the plastic spoon she'd been given. She barely got one spoonful into her mouth, however, before she felt her nose wrinkling as she slowly tried to force herself to swallow it. It wasn't bad, exactly, but it was bland, and the texture of it was every bit as gloopy and gross as she'd feared, looking at it.

"All right," Angela took the spoon from her hand, filling it back up herself. "We're going to be here all day at this rate! Open up! And there better not be any left in your mouth..."

Fawn forced the oatmeal down, obediently opening her mouth for the next bite, and the next, Angela forcing her through it, even when she was certain she couldn't take any more... She didn't want to let her down, or be seen as a bad girl... Her tummy was definitely feeling a lot fuller, and heavier, by the time she was finished, however.

"Very good," Angela nodded, satisfied that she'd scraped every last morsel from the bowl. "I knew you could do it! Now that we've got you all filled up, we'd better get you outside to burn all this energy off!"

Fawn blushed, but stayed silent, not wanting to look gullible by falling for Angela's trick. She wasn't really going to take her outside, of course... She did change Fawn's diaper, and - almost disappointingly - covered her shirt with denim skirtalls, the pocket on the front a big heart. She pulled a pair of ankle socks and Velcro sneakers onto Fawn's feet, which really did make it feel like they were going to do something...

"Are you ready to go?" Angela asked, after leaving for a moment, allowing Fawn to admire herself in the mirror, experimenting with how much she could move before the short skirt of her dress would expose the bunnies on her diaper. It was more than she would have expected from Angela, although she would have to be careful, if she really wanted to keep someone from noticing.

"Okay!" she took Angela's hand, fully expecting them to head to the back yard, assuming she had a space back there set up, if anything. To her surprise, however, Angela led her to the other side of the house, towards the front door, where she'd come in yesterday. 

Her enthusiasm wavered, her stomach twisting as it dawned on her that, perhaps, she should have taken Angela's words literally after all. "W-Wait," she blushed. "Wh-Where are we going?"

Angela stopped, turning to kneel down in front of the girl. "Fawn," she said gently, "do you trust me? I promise, I won't make you do anything you aren't ready for... But I think you are ready for this. If you aren't, we can stay here, and I won't be mad. It's such a nice day, though, I'd hate to waste it all inside."

Angela really did want to take her out like this... Fawn looked down at herself, at the childish clothes she was wearing, at the diaper she knew was hiding just underneath, one false move away from being exposed... Was Angela right? Was she ready to go this far?! She wouldn't have thought so, although having Angela say she was did make her want to try, to do her best...

"O-Okay," she nodded, speaking softly.

"Good girl," Angela gave her a hug. "Now... Let's go."