A Little Teasing - Part 7 (Patreon)

It certainly did make Cathy feel better; that she couldn't deny. It had been hot, as always, to see Khloe enjoying herself, squirming and squealing as she pressed the vibrator to her crinkly diaper. She had always made it look appealing, to say the least.

Why hadn't Cathy given it a shot before? It was a good question, she supposed. As long as she'd been wearing them, she would have thought that she'd have experimented at some point. But she disliked having to wear them so much by now, the idea just sounded so unappealing... Khloe was different. Khloe chose to wear diapers, really, thought it was fun.

Cathy had assumed that was a part of it, part of why her girlfriend was able to get off in them, and why it would be pointless for her to try. She still wasn't convinced that she'd be able to break through her hatred of them, although, thinking about it logically, there was no reason it wouldn't work, on a physical level. Would she actually like it?

That was the real issue, and it gave her pause as Khloe let out a final moan, melting into a smiling, drooling puddle for a few moments before coming out of it long enough to remember what she was doing. "Wow," she giggled. "I should make myself wait longer in between this more often... Absence really does make the heart grow stronger."

"Well," Cathy teased, "if that's really what you want, I can take your buzzies away for a whole month once I'm the Mommy again."

"Mommy, no! No fair!" Khloe wailed, pouting, any remaining vestiges of her own Mommy persona melting away in the face of the threat, not that there had been many left anyway, after Cathy had seen she was back in her own diapers.

Khloe blushed, shook her head. "A-Anyway," she attempted to get back into character, "here. Your turn."

She handed the vibrator over, Cathy wiggling backwards instinctively. "I-I don't know, Khloe..."

"Come on," Khloe urged. "Can you give it a try? For me? I can help you the first time, if you want..."

"I don't know..." Cathy glanced from the vibrator to her girlfriend uncertainly. She knew Khloe wouldn't do anything to hurt her intentionally, yet with this, she'd rather be in control, be able to put a stop to it if it got to be too much for her, instead of running the risk of Khloe keeping it going, desperate to show her that she was right.

But was she going to do it at all? She fidgeted, nibbling her bottom lip. "Come on," Khloe repeated. "Trust me."

Cathy sighed, reluctantly nodded, reaching out and taking it. "Fine," she said. "I'll give it a shot."

"Yay!" Khloe giggled, clapping her hands. "You're going to love it!"

"Don't get your hopes up," Cathy grumbled, turning it on, feeling it begin to whir in her hands, lowering it towards her padded crotch, pausing just outside of it. "I don't want you to be mad if I don't like it."

"Trust me," Khloe said again, wrapping her hands gently around Cathy's. "You will."

She gave them an ever-so-light push, soft enough that, had she wanted, Cathy could have stopped her, could have resisted. She didn't, letting the head of it touch her diaper, gasping as she felt it reverberating throughout it. Khloe smiled, letting go, leaving it all up to Cathy, who, now, was perfectly happy to keep going.

"Oh, my God," she squeaked, toes curling, breath quickening. "I-I didn't..."

"Shh," Khloe told her. "You don't have to talk... Just enjoy it."

Cathy nodded, her brain already turned too much to mush to form a complete thought anyway. Khloe was absolutely right... She had never experienced anything like this in her diapers before, had never felt more sexy in them, rather than despite them. And there was no denying they were a part of this, that it wasn't the same without the soggy padding between her and the vibrator.

Even so... After she was done, after the fireworks had exploded in her brain, after she had felt the sea of pleasure washing over her from head to toe, after she was attempting to collect her thoughts, to figure out what to say to Khloe about all this, she felt a sudden pressure in her tummy, one that might have been there before, and she'd ignored because she was busy.

"Oh, no," she whimpered, trying to decide if her knees were strong enough to hold her weight as she dashed for the bathroom, and then no longer needing to worry about it as she felt a push, her diaper beginning to expand behind her, plunging her immediately back in the opposite direction, taking her from the sexiest she'd felt in diapers, to the most humiliated. It didn't matter how nice they could make her feel... They were still a symbol of how helpless she was, how babyish, not a real adult at all...

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Cathy wasn't stupid; she knew Khloe was up to something. She'd almost been willing to believe that she just felt sorry for her, letting her out of their arrangement early, sending her off to go on a mini shopping spree to cheer herself up, until she'd started to ask how long Cathy thought she was going to be gone.

"Maybe you should grab some dinner, too," she'd suggested when she'd heard the answer. "Go to that fancy place that I hate. That'll probably take another hour."

"Are you trying to get rid of me?" Cathy had teased. Khloe had been quick to tell her she wasn't, but Cathy wasn't convinced. Still, as much as she wanted to get back early and check in on her, her Mommy instincts already beginning to kick back in, she'd waited an hour past what she'd told Khloe, giving her all the time she seemed to think she needed.

And, when she got back and saw all the extra cars parked along the street, she realized what it was. She sighed as she pulled into the driveway, wishing Khloe had chosen something, anything, else. Her shopping trip had been mostly unsuccessful, as she spent too much time debating whether she should bother shopping for clothes she could try to wear without diapers, or if she ought to accept that she would be wearing them forever, whether she liked it or not, and, as frustrating as it could be, it wasn't the same eating at the restaurant without Khloe there whining about how nothing on the menu sounded good, until Cathy threatened to spank her when they got home if she didn't make up her mind and order politely like a good girl. The last thing she wanted now was to deal with the party Khloe was clearly throwing.

She did her best to act surprised when she walked inside, and headed off more than one birthday greeting at the pass. "No, it isn't my birthday... I'm not sure what this party is for."

It was a bit of a lie, since she assumed it was just to cheer her up, let her be around their friends... She didn't want to explain why she needed cheering up, however. And she didn't know for certain if that was the sole purpose, because she couldn't find Khloe. She had to be around somewhere, and her friends said she'd been there earlier, helping set up, but nobody had seen her after someone had announced that Cathy was on her way to the front door.

Cathy discovered why as soon as the girl turned back up, making her grand entrance in a pink Blue's Clues onesie, pink booties, a pink pacifier, and a thick diaper bulging out from under the onesie. Cathy's eyes widened, seeing her toddling out, among their friends, in full baby mode. She had seen it before, of course, during the Halloween party, but this was something else altogether. Cathy's hands began to curl into anxious fists, not knowing what Khloe had planned, how their friends were going to react, what she was going to do if things went south... She wanted to protect Khloe, to not let anyone hurt her feelings... Did she have the guts to stand up for her, though, to admit that she wore diapers, too, that it wasn't weird?

Khloe pulled the pacifier out of her mouth, letting it dangle from its leash. "Hi, everyone!" she waved. "I'm glad you could all make it! I've been trying to figure out how to tell you all this for a while, and who to tell when, and blah, blah, blah..." She rolled her eyes. "It was too much for me, so I just wanted you all here at once so I could let you all in on it at once. I'm an Adult Baby. I wear diapers, like... a lot. I don't want any of you to participate in any way if you aren't comfortable, but I did want you all to know, because it's a huge part of who I am, and I'm tired of hiding it."

Cathy froze, stunned to hear Khloe say that all out loud, to all of their friends at once, to take such a chance... There was a small part of her that was upset at her for not consulting with her first, giving her a head's up, though if she had, Cathy would have told her not to do it, that they'd become social pariahs, would have to find a whole new set of friends... Mostly, however, she felt a swell of pride, seeing how brave Khloe was, how little she was shaking as she stood there, how confident she appeared to be that it was all going to work out.

And, to Cathy's surprise... It did. "Oh, sweetie," one of their friends smiled, stepping forward and taking Khloe's hand. "I'm pretty sure we all knew that already, right?"

"What?!" Khloe squealed. "How?! Wait, was it Halloween?"

"No, I knew long before that," another chuckled. "I'm glad you finally decided to tell us, though."

"Yeah," another added. "And you look absolutely adorable, sweetie."

"What about you, Cathy?" Cathy flinched as the attention turned to her. "You don't have to hide it anymore, either."

Cathy saw Khloe's eyes widen. "Wait, no!" she shook her head. "I-It's just me!"

Cathy gave Khloe a grateful smile from across the room, shook her head at her. "I did," she admitted. "But I-I don't think..."

"You haven't been lately, have you?" someone else finished for her when she trailed off. "I was surprised when you seemed to stop all of a sudden. You didn't do that because you were afraid of what we'd think, did you? Maybe it isn't my place, but you seem to be worse off, mentally, without them..."

"Y-You knew?" Cathy fidgeted, tears filling her eyes. Khloe never had been as concerned with hiding it as she was, so it wasn't a huge shock that they'd figured that out. She'd really thought she'd done better, however... If they'd known all along, though, and never made fun of her, never stopped being friends with her... Did it actually matter? "You might be right," she confessed quietly. 

"I don't think any of us are going to care if either of you wear diapers around us," her friends assured her. "Especially if they're going to make you feel better. We all just want what's best for you guys."

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Khloe was very pleased with how it all turned out. It had definitely been nerve-wracking, diapering herself, getting all dressed up, not knowing with absolute certainty what the reaction would be. She'd hoped for the best, of course, after recalling how the Halloween party had gone, but it was one thing to dress up for Halloween... Doing it at a random party was something else altogether.

Her whole plan was that she'd show Cathy that it didn't bother them, that they were fine with it. She wanted to have their genuine reactions, however, so she just had to trust that was how it would go, rather than telling them ahead of time so that she'd know it would work out. She was mostly confident it would, though she was very glad she was in a diaper as she came toddling out at first, her nerves as she faced them all for the first time making her dribble a bit.

She'd never expected them to do the rest of her job for her, for them to tell Cathy, directly, that they were fine with her wearing diapers, too. That had been what she wanted Cathy to take from it, of course, but in a more abstract way... After the initial shock, however, she could tell that hearing it straight from them had been exactly what Cathy needed.

"No, no," Khloe shooed her away as she started to clean up, once the last guest had left. "This is my party... I'll handle it."

Cathy smirked, raised an eyebrow. "Really?" 

Khloe stuck her tongue out at her. "Yes! I might have let you out of being the baby early, but that doesn't mean I can't be a big girl for a little longer!"

"You don't look like a big girl," Cathy pointed out, tickling her tummy through her onesie, Khloe unable to keep from giggling. "If you insist, though..." 

"I do," Khloe nodded. "Go sit down and relax!"

Cathy plopped down on the couch, leaning back, eyes closed, while Khloe toddled around the room, straightening up, until, finally, she heard Cathy sigh. "All right," she said. "You win."

Khloe giggled. "Always. But... What did I win?"

Cathy rolled her eyes. "What do you think, silly? I'm going to go back to diapers. They're not all bad, I guess, and if our friends already know, and they're okay with it... And if you're going to stick around to help out..."

"Always," Khloe promised, hopping onto the couch, cuddling up next to her. 

"I hope that's true," Khloe barely heard Cathy say, before kissing her, keeping Khloe from being able to assure her that it was.

A few days later, she got another opportunity. She groaned as she heard the door open, turning bashfully, her romper covered in flour and splatters of dough. "You weren't s'posed to be home yet," she whined. "I-I wanted to make you a cake, but... Well... You see how it went. I-I was going to get this cleaned up before you got back..."

Cathy smiled. "I had something I had to take care of... And now I have something else."

"I'm sorry!" Khloe sniffled guiltily. "I-I didn't want you to..."

"No, it's fine," Cathy told her, kneeling down in front of one of the biggest spills. "Could you get me a washcloth? I want to get this cleaned up first, and then we'll get you into the bath."

"I can do it!" Khloe said. "Y-You don't..."

"Just get me a washcloth," Cathy ordered. Khloe obediently turned to fetch one, feeling bad that her surprise had backfired so much, and she'd made more work for her Mommy.

It wasn't a shock to find Cathy on one knee when she turned back around with the cloth, since she had said she was going to clean up... The box she was holding was one, however. Khloe gasped, dropping the washcloth as both hands moved to cover her mouth, tears filling her eyes. "I was going to wait for the perfect moment," Cathy shrugged. "For us, though... This kind of is the perfect moment, isn't it? I've wanted to do this for a long time, but after seeing how much effort you put into helping me, convincing me that it was okay to wear diapers... I knew, for sure, that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. So, what do you say, Khloe? Will you marry me?"

Khloe couldn't answer out loud, couldn't form the words through her happy sobs... But Cathy got the message anyway from her tearful nod, the way Khloe threw her arms around her, after she slipped the ring onto her finger. "That's my sweet baby," she cooed into her ear, hugging her tight. 

Finally, Khloe was able to speak again, just enough to say one word. One promise. 

"Always."