First Time: Spring Break - Chapter 4 (Patreon)

"Isn't this nice?" Angela smiled, taking a step back from the blanket she'd just spread out on the ground with a satisfied smile.

Fawn had to agree; it was clear the woman knew this park well, had chosen a beautiful, isolated spot where, no matter how often Fawn looked around, certain she'd heard somebody approaching, there was nothing there. It hadn't taken Angela long to set up the picnic, but even for most the walk over, she hadn't seen anybody. "Yeah," she nodded, sitting down on the edge of the blanket.

"Now, then," Angela started to get the food out, "I was tempted to bring you some baby food, but I had a feeling after all that running around, you might need something more substantial. Maybe next time."

Fawn shuddered, remembering the mashed peas she'd had on her last trip... Although, to be honest, it wasn't a completely bad kind of shudder. They'd been pretty gross, especially in terms of texture, but there had been something nice about being fed them. She wouldn't mind trying some more flavors - she'd seen tastier sounding ones during her time babysitting, so she knew they were out there - however, she wasn't mad about it not happening out here, in the open.

"I think you can even handle feeding yourself this time!" Angela told her, setting out a few containers in front of Fawn, opening them to reveal baby carrots, sliced cubes of fruit, small, crustless pieces of sandwiches cut into squares, and circles, and even one star. It was all very cute, really helping her get into the little mindset, not missing the fact Angela wasn't giving her any utensils to use. A large baby bottle of juice completed the meal, though not the picture.

"Not yet," Angela lightly swatted Fawn's hand away when she reached for a sandwich. "I won't have you dribbling all over your clothes, young lady." She leaned forward, Fawn blushing self-consciously, squirming in her crinkly diaper, as she inadvertently got the perfect look down the front of the woman's dress, making her feel that much smaller and less grown-up, while Angela tied a bib around her neck to prove exactly how immature she saw her as. "There we go!"

As far as Fawn could tell, her diaper was hidden - she kept tugging at her skirt every few seconds anyway, just in case - yet, anyone that might happen to come by this quiet corner of the park would know she was a baby anyway, looking at what she was eating, the bottle beside her, her bib... It was a good thing nobody appeared to be around.

"Go on," Angela urged. "You don't have to keep looking around... It's okay. Just eat, silly."

Fawn nodded, blushing again at how easily the woman saw through her, knew what she was doing... It was so hard not to feel like a child compared to her, in so many ways. She took one of the sandwiches obediently, had a bite. Unsurprisingly, it was peanut butter and jelly; luckily, she still loved that, and having one prepared for her by somebody else made it all the yummier.

"You'd better have some juice," Angela said, after giving her a few minutes to eat. "You were out in the sun for a while, sweetie." Fawn stared down at the bottle, wanting to pick it up and start nursing on it, well aware that she still hadn't seen anyone else in the area... "Fawn," Angela's voice got the tiniest hint of an edge to it. "If you don't drink it, I'll feed it to you myself, and I won't stop until that bottle is empty, no matter who shows up and watches." Fawn's cheeks turned bright red as she snatched up the bottle, sliding the nipple into her mouth, sucking away at it, earning a, "Good girl," from Angela.

The rest of the meal was very pleasant, Fawn almost forgetting about the padding under her skirtalls, despite the growing pain in her bladder, the bottle not helping with that one bit. When they were finished, Angela gathered up the containers, patiently waiting for Fawn to polish off the bottle before taking that as well, untying the bib only when that was tucked into her bag, as if she were truly afraid Fawn would spill.

"Do you need a change?" she asked, ignoring Fawn's shaking head to reach under the girl's skirt. "Still dry? I'm almost worried you really are dehydrated... It's all right, Fawn, you can use your diaper. Nobody will know." Fawn shook her head again, Angela talking about it out loud where anyone - if anyone was nearby, which they weren't - only making her less willing to try it.

"Are you really that scared?" Angela smiled. "All right, then... Why don't I show you how it's done?" To Fawn's surprise, Angela reached under her skirt once more, this time untaping the diaper, pulling it out, laying it out on the picnic blanket and taking her own panties off before squatting over the diaper, dress hiked up. Fawn gasped, more worried than ever that they were going to be walked in on, as Angela began to pee right onto the waiting diaper.

"See?" Angela asked when she was finished, cleaning herself up and putting her underwear back on. "It's no big deal! And it'll be so much easier for you, actually wearing the diaper under your skirt, where nobody will see." She had a point, of course, but Fawn still didn't know if she could guarantee she'd try it out here, she she shook her head once more...

"All right, then," Angela shrugged, taking her by surprise by picked her up, setting her down in the middle of the wet diaper. Fawn gasped, blushing as she felt the squishy padding beneath her, Angela pushing her onto her back, sliding up her skirt so she could pull the diaper between her legs, tape it back into place. "Now," she declared, giving the padding a pat, "if anyone sees your diaper, they'll think you wet it anyway, so there's no reason not to use it, is there?"

"B-But..." Fawn protested, squirming in place. Angela was right, as always... Her diaper was wet, and nobody would think that it was because of anybody except her... As far as they knew, she'd already proven what a baby she was, that she wasn't just wearing this diaper for fun, that she actually needed it... Anxiously, she adjusted her skirt, closing her eyes, pretending she was on the toilet...

"Such a good girl," Angela praised her, giving the padding a pat. "You are absolutely soaked, aren't you? Maybe I'll have to think about double diapering you in the future if you go this much!" 

"B-But Miss..!" Fawn blushed, even knowing the woman was teasing her. They both knew she hadn't done all that... She didn't mind the idea of being put into an extra bulky diaper, however. "I-If you say so..."

"I do," Angela nodded. "You know... This wouldn't be a bad place to do something else in your diaper, if you're ready."

"Y-You... Y-You want me to... to mess?" Fawn could barely say it. They'd talked about this, she'd confessed she wanted to try it, in the abstract... Now, in the moment, however...

She expected a response like what she'd gotten in her e-mail when they'd talked about it, a supportive, 'You're welcome to try it if you like,' or a jokey, 'If you need any help, I'd be happy to provide it.' Instead, Angela told her, "Yes, Fawn, I do. I want you to close your little eyes again, and push out a nice big stinky for me."

"O-Oh," Fawn fidgeted, that order hitting her in just the right spot, making her feel so tiny, so helpless... "I-If that's what you want, Miss... I-I can try..."

"What a sweet girl," Angela smiled, getting up, offering her hands to help Fawn do the same. "Now, squat down and push, Fawn." Angela tried to let go of her hands, but Fawn clung to her as her eyes shut, and she did her best to pretend there was nothing out of the ordinary about this, that she was back in the bathroom again... Try as she might, however, she couldn't get over the mental barrier, couldn't completely shut out the thought that she was in the middle of a park, where anyone could see her.

"S-Sorry, Miss," she said finally, opening her eyes and staring up at Angela, expecting to see disappointment in her eyes.

Angela pulled her into a hug. "You tried," she said. "That's a good start, sweetie. You'll get there."

"You think so?" Fawn stared up at her, eyes shining as if she were asking that about some big, important task for work, not pooping her pants like a toddler.

"One way or the other," Angela smirked. "It's going to happen eventually. Now... Why don't we head back home? I have one more surprise for you."

Fawn couldn't imagine what that could be, although she was excited to find out. As soon as they were back in the house, the skirtall came off, revealing the fresh diaper she was changed into as she was left in the nursery to play, while Angela wandered off to another part of the house. She was sitting on the floor, playing with dolls, when she heard Angela come to the door. "Don't turn around," she said. "Just stand up for me for a second, okay?"

Fawn furrowed her brow, but did as she was told, climbing to her feet, hearing Angela approach. A moment later, she felt the back of her diaper being tugged outwards, and then, to her surprise, something was in there, something warm, and soft, and mushy... "H-Hey!" she gasped, twisting her neck to try to see what was happening. "What are you doing?"

"I told you not to turn around," Angela scolded, another glob of the substance plopping into the seat of Fawn's diaper. "Don't be naughty!" Fawn squealed as Angela gave her diaper a swat, the lump inside squishing under the impact, spreading. "I think you can fit a little more." She slipped some more of the mysterious goo into Fawn's pants, then gave them a gentle pat. "Fawn!" she exclaimed in faux surprise. "Did you have an accident, young lady?"

"No!" Fawn spun around, blushing, finally able to see the pan Angela was holding, a large serving spoon inside, a bit of stray oatmeal clinging to both, revealing what had happened. 

"Oh, you didn't?" Angela raised her eyebrow. "Well, that's good, because I think it's time for your nap... And if I come back to wake you up and find any surprises back here," she patted the back of Fawn's diaper again, "I think you're going to have to wear diapers next time you come to visit, too. Does that seem fair?"

Fawn giggled, nodded, happy to play along. Maybe she couldn't bring herself to do this for real, but it was fun to pretend she had, even when both of them knew the truth, to act like she'd earned her place in padding, as if there was a chance she wouldn't have been wearing diapers whenever she came here. "If you say so, Miss," she said, letting herself be taken to the crib, carefully sitting down on the mattress, cheeks burning as her backside sank into the waiting mush.

She had no idea if it was like the real thing or not, though it did feel like she imagined that would, which was enough to make her feel positively infantile, squirming on her back under the covers, every now and then twisting, reaching back and giving the mass in her diaper a poke. She loved the way it felt so much that, when Angela came in to check on her, she was the one to bashfully suggest, "M-Maybe you should put the potty off-limits to me next time. I-I mean, I'm such a silly, stinky baby... I-I don't really deserve it, right?"

It was a little humiliating, in the best way, how much that thought turned her on, the idea she would not only be wearing diapers, but wouldn't be allowed to use the toilet, that she'd have to use those diapers for everything, like it or not, and all over an 'accident' they both knew was fake... She wasn't sure she'd have the guts to try it for real without that, however, and, at least in this moment, she was ready to take the leap, to make that happen next time. Was she just riding the high of this new experience? Was she going to regret this choice when it came time to follow through? 

"Are you sure?" Angela asked. Fawn thought she had sensed the slight hesitation in her nod when she responded with, "We'll see," until she continued. "Now, I normally wouldn't want to leave a baby in her mess for too long, because I wouldn't want her to get a rash, since messies aren't as good for your skin as, say, oatmeal... But, if anything were to happen overnight, well... How could I know? And if I got you up from being asleep twice in a row and found your diaper full, I think that would definitely prove you weren't ready for the potty."

Fawn nodded her agreement, the implication clear, and thrilling. It had been so fun, waking up this morning in a wet diaper... How much better would it be to do that in a full diaper? It was almost all she could think about as she played in the nursery, and watched cartoons, for the last couple hours of the day, even helping her get through the icky, mushy baby food she was fed for dinner. 

Angela asked her if she'd like to be given a bath, but Fawn turned her down. Why, she wasn't sure, considering the woman had already seen all of her at this point... It just felt a little too intimate... For now. And it meant that, when she got out of the shower, she was able to walk right into the nursery, where there was a fresh diaper and a pot of oatmeal waiting for her.

Angela was glad for her early bedtime, both because of how small it made her feel, and because it gave her plenty of time to roll around and enjoy herself, while still getting plenty of rest for the drive back home in the morning. And, when she first woke up, she was just bleary enough that she'd almost forgotten about it all, giving her a moment of shock when she felt the squishiness beneath her. "Uh-oh," she giggled to herself. "Miss Angela's not gonna let me use the potty again now..."

Her tummy was feeling very full, after not emptying it the day before, and she did try to close her eyes again, to give Angela a true surprise, and really earn that 'punishment'... But the need wasn't quite urgent enough to overcome all her years of potty training. 

"Next time," she promised herself quietly, the thought both exciting and terrifying. She didn't think Angela would actually force her to do it, if she didn't want to, though maybe knowing she'd have to go up to her and beg, after having suggested this herself, would be enough to motivate her to go through with it at last. For now, she'd just have to be satisfied lying there, waiting for Angela to come in and check her, and pretend to scold her for her overnight accident. That would be the perfect end to her spring break, she thought to herself, squirming happily under the covers.