The Plan - Part 7 (Patreon)

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Try as she might, Bella couldn't fall asleep. She almost wanted to do what Sam, in the crib with her, had done to help herself relax, but, after thinking of Roger again, any time she touched her diaper, much less started to rub, she imagined him standing there, watching through the bars, seeing what a baby she was, especially compared to Rebecca. 

And then, finally, after a stretch of long, boring time that felt like it could have been a full night, rather than a nap, the girl came in, as if Bella's thoughts of her had summoned her there. "Aww," she mocked, "look at you! Look at that cute, little baby, sleeping in her poopy diaper!"

Bella pouted, but didn't respond... What was the point? She couldn't deny any of it. If Becca wanted to gloat, there wasn't much she could do about it. "While you've been lying here, squirming in your squishy pants," Rebecca smirked, "I've been planning my date with Roger tonight. We are going to have SUCH a good time... But don't worry, sweetie. When I go home with him at the end of it, I'll think about you, lying helpless in your crib, piddling in your diapers like the tiny, little baby you are."

Bella did her best not to respond, and yet, despite her efforts, she was pretty sure her face betrayed her, judging by the way Rebecca giggled, and snapped another picture of her. "Perfect! That's exactly how I want to remember you!" she teased, reaching between the bars to give Bella's diaper a smack. "Sad and stinky!"

Bella groaned, sniffling, trying to wiggle away, when she spotted her Mommy step into the doorway, Rebecca seemingly oblivious. She tore her eyes away, pretending she hadn't noticed her. "I-It's your fault I'm stinky," she sulked. "I wouldn't be if you'd just changed me when you were supposed to!"

"Oh, you poor, dumb baby," Rebecca shook her head, leaning closer to the bars. "That's what makes this picture so special! I'll know that I'm the reason you had to spend so long in that dirty diaper, because you're so sad and pathetic, you aren't even allowed to change yourself! I was completely in control of your destiny, so if I want you to wallow in your own mess until you get a rash, then..."

"Then you can wear a diaper yourself, and see how you like it, young lady," Mommy interrupted at last. Becca gasped, her eyes widening, her phone sliding out of her hand, dropping to the crib mattress as she spun around to face the Amazon.

"N-No!" she squeaked. "N-No, I was just... joking! I-I didn't..."

Mommy pushed past her, gently patting Bella's diaper. "I'm sorry, sweetie," she said. "I should have listened to you when you said you needed a change."

"It's okay, Mommy," Bella replied. At least, it was now...

Rebecca tried to slip away, but Mommy didn't even have to turn to face her, grabbing the girl by her upper arm, holding her in place. "Do you want your change first, or can I take care of her?" she asked Bella.

"Her," Bella grinned, suddenly not minding the cool mush in her diaper as much, as she watched Becca being dragged away, over to the changing table.

"I-I'll change her now!" Rebecca promised, trying in vain to drag her feet, to slow her progress as the table loomed larger and larger. "I-I was going to do that anyway!" 

"You should have done it when you told me you were going to," Bella's Mommy scolded. "You've lost your chance now, young lady."

"No!" Becca stomped her foot, either not noticing, or not caring, that she was waking up her other friends, Sam and Emma slowly stirring just in time to see Rebecca's humiliation. "You can't do this to me!"

But Mommy easily proved otherwise, Becca proving no more difficult than any toddler as she was taped snugly into a diaper, a pacifier pushed into her mouth and locked before she was taken to the crib, pushed inside once Sam and Bella had toddled out. She was still letting out muffled protests behind the paci, though it was impossible to understand them, and her frantic tugging at the tapes of her diaper was just as pointless, since, of course, Mommy had put her into a little-proof diaper.

Bella wasn't sure how she'd managed to pull it off, but, in the end, her plan had succeeded. All of her old friends - especially Rebecca - were now in diapers, exactly how she'd wanted. Once she was in a clean diaper of her own, she could really enjoy it, taking in the sights as Emma's Pull-Ups were checked, a tiny wet spot enough to send her all the way back with the rest of them. 

Bella looked around, smiling, almost unable to believe how cute Becca looked, pouting and blushing in just her diaper and top, nothing to hide her padding, and no way to get the pacifier out of her mouth to complain, or bargain, or do anything. Somehow, despite knowing the accident Emma had had, and how soggy Sam's diaper was - although, she doubted that could really be classified as an 'accident' - and even how long she'd been wearing a messy diaper herself, Rebecca looked the most babyish of all of them now.

"Wow," Sam giggled excitedly, once Bella's Mommy had finished changing everyone and getting them dressed, "w-we're all in diapers now... Isn't that funny? Th-They aren't really that bad, are they? Maybe we should all get adopted like Bella, and we can hang out like this all the time!"

Bella would have been more subtle about it - maybe she'd have to give Sam some lessons - but it was hard to be too upset with her when she was clearly just as thrilled as her about this, if not more so. 

"I am not getting adopted," Emma huffed, giving up on trying to adjust her shorts in a way that would hide her padding and crossing her arms. She finally had something that would hide her underthings again... It was unfortunate that those underthings had grown even more embarrassing in the meantime. "Maybe it is a good thing we're all in diapers now, though... Now none of us are going to talk about it when we get home, right?" She shot Becca a look. Rebecca stomped her foot, pointing at her pacifier, trying to get Emma to remove it, but Emma pretended not to see.

"Oh!" Sam's face lit up. "I know! We should have a sleepover instead! Like old times... Like, REALLY old times." She giggled, wiggling her bottom, her diaper crinkling beneath her dress. "We have to wear these anyway, so wouldn't it be funny if we just, like, embraced it? A throwback to our toddler years! Your Mommy won't mind, right, Bella?"

"I don't know about all that," Emma said. "But a sleepover would be nice... I miss when we used to do that."

Rebecca didn't get any say in it; that was probably a good thing, since Bella could tell from her expression that she wouldn't be as easily swayed as Emma. "I bet she won't mind," Bella told Sam. "We'd better go ask her first, though."

Now that they were all properly attired, and her furniture was safe, Mommy didn't bat an eye. "We'll have to go do some shopping first," she told them. "Let me go get your friend."

Rebecca looked even less happy after Mommy fetched her from the crib, carrying her on one hip as she squirmed and whined. "Calm down," Mommy chuckled, barely appearing to notice her protests. "Nobody will bat an eye at your outfit." Becca pulled on her shirt, whimpering as she was taken out to Mommy's SUV, strapped into the spare carseat.

Mommy only had one extra, just in case, so Sam and Emma had to sit in regular seats, Emma seeming relieved, and Sam disappointed, by that. Once Bella was in her own carseat, and she made sure Becca was busy glaring out the window, away from her, she got to work.

Rebecca, no doubt, knew her cell phone was missing from when she'd dropped it, but, thanks to being stuck in the crib, and unable to ask anyone else to look for it, she probably thought it was in Bella's bedroom somewhere. Instead, it was in Bella's pocket. She slid it out, starting to scroll through it, wanting to delete all the pictures and video Rebecca had taken that day.

As she stared at the screen, however, another idea came to her. She opened up the texting app, scrolled through it to find the last message Becca had sent to Roger. Maybe, she thought with a sly grin, she could convince him to meet up with them while they were at the mall...