A Rainy Day - Part 4 (Patreon)

How could this have happened?! Josephine's mind reeled as she froze there, feeling the soft, warm mush oozing out into her waiting diaper, unable to make it stop. It had been so quick... She'd never even felt a big need to go, just a hint of it earlier, and then, all of the sudden, without her noticing, it had become very urgent, almost as if she had forgotten about it entirely, only for it to hit her at full force out of nowhere, when it was too late for her to do anything about it.

She wanted to burst into tears; now, she was just like all of the other babies in the playpen, the ones she'd looked down on as she sat in her high chair, studying, as if she was so much better than them... She couldn't go back to Gwynn like this!

Reluctantly, she sat back down, nose wrinkling as her backside sank into the mess in her pants, squelching between her legs, reminding her anew of what she'd done, of what a baby she was. She sat there, stunned, in her increasingly uncomfortable diaper, not knowing what to do, not wanting to go to Gwynn, not wanting to stay here like this, feeling trapped an uncertain, and moments away from crying.

"What's wrong, Josie?" Holly asked, Josephine unable to speak, not wanting to open her mouth for fear of starting to wail. "Did you use your diaper?" Josie froze, wanting to deny it, but how could Holly not know? Josie had done it right in front of her, with no pants on to hide her diaper... She nodded, a few tears starting to trickle down her cheeks. "Aww, it's all right," Holly told her, trying to cheer her up. "All you have to do is get up and ask for a change!"

Josephine shook her head. She couldn't do that, couldn't let Gwynn see her this way. "Okay," Holly giggled. "Do you like staying in your messy diapers? To be honest, I do, too, sometimes."

Josie shook her head again, disgusted. "No!" she whined. "I told you, Gwynn isn't my Mommy... She's a student, too, like me... Sh-She can't find out about this! It would be horrible!"

"Ohhh," Holly finally seemed to grasp the situation. "Well, my Mommy can change us both, and she can lend you that Pull-Up, too, at the same time... Will that help?"

"Y-Yes," Josie sniffled, grateful that her old friend was here to help her out. "Th-Thank you."

"No problem," Holly smiled. "And, as a tip... You might want to go easy on the bottles they serve here."

Of course! Josie felt even better, reminded that this wasn't her fault, that it was the bottle that had made her do this. She didn't love the idea of any Amazon finding out that she'd messed her diaper, because that could only end badly, but better Holly's Mommy than Gwynn.

"Hold on a minute," Holly said. "I just wanna use my diaper fully before we get changed." To Josie's shock, the girl raised herself up into a squat, and, with no qualms, no hesitation, started to poop her pants, the only hint of red on her face from strain rather than embarrassment. Josie didn't want to watch, wanted to give Holly some privacy, yet she couldn't tear her eyes away, couldn't stop staring as the seat of her friend's onesie slowly swelled up, pulling the garment a tad tighter. Josie squirmed in sympathy, wondering what that felt like, having the onesie there to keep the diaper tugged snug during the ordeal, even though she was glad she hadn't been wearing one.

When she thought it was done, and they were ready for their changes, Holly toddled over to a plastic rocking horse a few paces off from where they'd been playing, hopping on top of it. Josie's eyes widened as she watched her friend sink down onto the saddle, flattening the mass in her diaper, and begin to rock away, giggling. "Do you wanna try?" she offered when she caught Josephine gawking. Josie couldn't even form an answer to that; she covered her face with her hands in disgust and second-hand humiliation.

When, finally, Holly was finished, she took Josie by the hand, leading her to the edge of the playpen to get her Mommy's attention so they could be let out. "Uh-oh!" the Amazon smiled down at them, nose twitching. "I think at least one of you is messy!"

Josie stayed silent, watching as the woman checked Holly's diaper, hoping she'd leave it at that, although, of course, she was going to find the truth soon enough if she change Josie. After giving the seat of Holly's diaper a pat, however, she pulled Josie over to her without a word, spinning her around, tugging out the rear waistband of her diaper, checking her, too.

"I guess it's both of you!" she commented cheerfully. "Well, we'll get that taken care of!" She took both of their hands, leading them... right to Gwynn.

Josie wanted to sink into the floor as she stood there, the Amazon's strong grip keeping her from running away while the woman spoke to Gwynn. "This is your little one, isn't it?" she asked. "I thought I saw her with you... She needs a change."

"Thank you," Gwynn replied, not sounding surprised in the least. And why should she be? She hadn't been able to take her eyes off the adorable pair, watching them the whole time, even as they used their diapers.

Josie burst into tears again, Gwynn quickly kneeling down, giving her a big hug. "It's all right," she assured the girl. "There's nothing to be upset about..." She scooped her up, carrying her to the nursing room, cleaning the girl up like it was the hundredth time she'd done this, like she was an expert at it.

Josie managed to calm herself down a bit as it went on, knowing she had to be able to speak before Gwynn picked up the new diaper from the stack. "H-Holly's Mommy has some spare Pull-Ups," she whimpered out.

"Oh, I don't think so," Gwynn shook her head, dumping the heavy, used diaper into the waiting pail. "Pull-Ups aren't for big accidents... I think it's best if you're properly diapered from now on."

Josie gulped, squirming on the changing table as she watched Gwynn pick out a fresh diaper, realizing that her friend's Amazonian instincts were kicking in, and that she was on the path of being adopted, whether she liked it or not. What had done it? Was it the messy diaper? Or just the fact that she'd had to have the girl change her today not once, not twice, but three times?

She opened her mouth, attempting to explain that it wasn't her fault, that it was the bottles, while Gwynn quickly pulled the diaper up, taping it tightly in place, then quieted the smaller girl's protests with a tickle to her tummy. 

To be fair, Josie thought to herself, thinking back to all the close calls she'd had in the past, maybe this wasn't so bad... Of all the people this could have happened with - and it felt like it was bound to happen sooner or later - she was glad it was Gwynn who had discovered what a baby she truly was, deep down. 

Holly and her Mommy were waiting by the exit of the nursing room, although it had been obvious to all of them that the spare trainers were no longer necessary. "Say bye-bye to your friend, sweetie," Gwynn urged, sending Josie toddling over to Holly for a hug, and a promise to keep in touch. 

"I was looking on the maps app," Gwynn said as they went back to their table, "and there's a clothes store next door... They had some cute stuff listed on their website..."

And so, in a matter of minutes, Josie found herself in the fitting room, staring at her reflection in the mirror, searching for the college girl she'd been that morning, trying to find some trace of her. Instead, all she could see was a toddler, standing there in her Velcro sneakers, a cute hair clip, a pink bunny t-shirt, and a pair of shortalls with a pacifier clipped to it, snaps in the crotch, and a very obvious diaper bulge underneath.

She gulped, staring up at Gwynn, wanting to remind her friend of who she was, of how she was a big girl... But Gwynn smiled at her, and cooed, "Oh, my God! You are so cute, sweetie!" and scooped her up into her arms... And Josie couldn't help snuggling up against her, forgetting all about her protests, feeling safe, and warm, and protected as her Mommy took her to pay for her new outfit.