Inari and Drunk Diaper Baby Molly (Patreon)

The disappearance of whiskey proved to be Molly’s favorite magic trick of the night. The ice in her glass clinked as she set it back onto the bar. Inari, who'd watched along all night, had lost count of the number of glasses she’d downed so far. No matter what, the bartender kept refilling them.

It seemed less than responsible on his part, the punkish girl was barely holding herself up at this point and it was a long way down from her stool down to the floor of her bar.

She made to down another glass, almost veering it off course from her mouth and dumping the entirety all over her shoulder. Inari caught her before a single drop escaped beyond the rim, using her hand to push it back down to the counter.

“Whash ya doin?” Molly asked. Her words slurred heavily and her eyes were half-glazed. She might not have even recognized Inari was the one stopping her.

“Hold on hun, we can’t have you spilling all over the place.”

From beneath her seat, Inari grabbed her bag. Molly hadn’t wanted her to bring it but she was glad she had. There had been spirited negotiating about it with Molly gaining something despite Inari’s reluctance and Inari bringing along the duffle-size pack.

“Well that ain’t no purse.” the bartender commented, eyeing the bag up and down. The outer fabric had a pattern of broomsticks, black cats, and bottles on a white field, making it look subtle but not too subtle.

“You’re right it’s not. This is Molly’s diaper bag." she said casually, "I just want to make sure she doesn’t make a mess of your bar.”

“Fair nuff, long as you ain’t bringing in some booze of y’own.”

“No, never.” Inari said with a laugh, “Although if I give you a vessel would you be willing to fill it?”

The bartender shrugged. “Guess so.”

Inari unzipped the bag on her lap, reaching in and shuffling around inside. She pulled out a long glass bottle that could easily hold a liter of fluid. The exterior of the glass was dotted with cauldrons and pacifiers, matching the theming of the diaper bag.

She took the glass from in front of Molly, dumping the whiskey into it. She then handed it to the bartender. “Will you fill this the rest of the way with soda?” she asked.

He complied, passing it back to her once it was filled. From the bag she pulled a rubber teat and screwed it on the bottle and then passed it back to Molly. “You finish that before your next drink, okay?”

Molly gripped the bottle, bringing the teat to her lips and suckling excitedly. Even with her suckling the flow control of the actual bottle’s nipple kept her from going overboard. No other question passed between Inari and the bartender. He left her and Molly to enjoy their drinks while they listened to the music on the jukebox.

Inari sipped on a drink of her own. She hadn’t been downing them like Molly was, she paced herself and held her liquor better anyway. She was simply enjoying her partner’s presence and the ambiance of the bar.

*Plip* *Plip* *Plip*

The sound coming from the immediate right of Inari sent immediate alarm bells to her mind, causing her to whip around. Beneath Molly a small puddle had formed, dripping off the chair and sending rivulets of moisture down her legs.

Inari’s concession for the night was that Molly wanted to wear a pull-up and she had to let her. With how long they’d been at the bar and the amount of drinks Molly had consumed she should have needed a trip to the bathroom by now.

Her caretaker had dropped the ball by not checking her because it was evident that Molly had pissed her pants at least twice before and now her padding was overflowing.

She cursed, grabbing the diaper bag in one hand and Molly’s hand in the other. “Bathroom in the back to the right?” she asked frantically.

The bartender looked over in surprise. “Uh yeah?”

She was already making her way there. “Great. I’ll clean up the mess when I get back, sorry!”

He said something in reply behind her but she was gone before he could get any of it out. Pushing into the small restroom of the bar. She locked the door behind her. It was as simple as it could be with only a toilet and a sink, no mirror, and, more importantly, no changing table in sight.

“Well, I shouldn’t be surprised.” Inari sighed.

Next to her Molly was swaying, obviously unstable on her feet while pee continued to race from beneath her skirt, the back of which she’d soaked.

Inari set the diaper bag down on the floor, opening it to let a changing table spring forth and latch to the wall. The hours of spellcraft she and Molly had to put in seemed excessive at the time but now, with the diaper bag practically acting as a caregiver wish-fulfillment device she couldn’t downplay its benefits.

Before Molly could make any more of a mess of herself Inari pulled down her skirt and pull-up, leaving her somewhat exposed in the drafty bathroom while she opened the changing table and got a fresh diaper ready.

Within moments, Molly was laying down on the magical changing shelf, with her partner wiping away the trailing wetness that’d snaked down her legs.

“Schtupid pull-uhp. “ Molly groaned, “Dumb thing narced on me…”

Inari laughed as working fresh baby oil into Molly’s thighs. “I think your bladder might be more to blame,” she joked, “but honestly if you want to blame anything maybe it should be yourself. You insisted on wearing a pull up then went and used it like a real diaper. That’s on you.”

Molly grumbled something unintelligible through her powdering and only spoke up when Inari unfolded her new diaper, one that was easily five times thicker than the last one.

“Nooooo.” she whined, “I don wanna big diapee…”

“Should have thought about that before ruining that bar stool. You get what you get and you don’t throw a fit.”

Despite whining about it Molly did lift her rear for Inari, allowing her to slip the new cushy padding underneath her. She was pouting but had little to say in the way of a retort. The front of the diaper was pulled up around her waist with a satisfying crinkle, leaving her to coo.

All that fussiness disappeared when the tapes went into place on the landing strip. Her rebellious spirit was giving way to her little side.

After helping her down from the changing table Inari returned to the bag, wishing only for a replacement for Molly’s skirt.

“Nooo it’s fine!” Molly argued.

“It’s not.” Inari said plainly. “You’re going to sober up and be mad that I let you walk around in a neon pink diaper. I’m just trying to cover my bases.”

The bag coughed up a pair of black shortalls complete with cartoon moons sewn into the denim pockets on the back. She didn’t even have to fight to get Molly into them, her inebriated little brain was in love instantly. They’d likely find a permanent home in her closet.

With new clothes and a fresh diaper, Inari closed the bag, disappearing the soaked skirt and pull-up away along with the insta changing table. She stepped back into the bar, expecting to see an angry bartender and the puddle still under Molly’s stool.

The puddle was gone and the bartender was behind the bar looking just as calm as he had before. “All good?” he asked.

Inari immediately turned apologetic. “Yes, yes I am sooo sorry! Can I pay for the stool or anything? I really meant to clean it up once I was done.”

He threw up a hand dismissing her worries. “No stress. My little can be much the same way. I ain’t all that worried. I do gotta cut you off though.”

“I totally understand. Let me just settle up with you and we’ll head out.”

“I ’preciate that, took the liberty of cleanin' out the little miss’ bottle and fillin' it with some cold water too, she’ll need to hydrate.

Inari pulled her wallet from her back pocket ready to pay out the bartender while also leaving him a generous tip for his trouble. She was overly thankful, feeling glad to meet somebody who understood what she was trying to do.

Next to her Molly was sipping on her bottle, enjoying the cool water. Inari had been so locked into the conversation she’d been having with the bartender that she hadn’t even noticed her little making a scrunched face, nor her squaring her feet and squatting down.

Only the loud reverberating fart shaking the crinkly padding of her diaper caught Inari’s attention, leaving her cheeks to blush in embarrassment.

“Annnnd that’s my cue to exit stage left I think.” she said, cutting her conversation with the bartender short while she fished through the diaper bag. Molly was grunting with effort while filling out the seat of her pants with what seemed to be a significant amount of mushy matter.

Inari produced a paci and a clip, attaching one end to the dark denim of Molly’s shortalls and popping the large teat at the other end into her mouth to muffle the sounds of effort escaping her lips.

After a silent moment, Molly straightened, apparently finished expelling fetid muck into the back of her fresh diaper.

“Glad I got her changed before because we would have had a real mess on our hands if I hadn’t. On the plus side I can at least use this to my advantage next time she demands pull-ups. That was one of her favorite skirts she ruined.”

In the cool air of the Chicago streets, Inari and Molly found themselves alone with a chill wind and the distant sounds of the night. Their apartment was about ten blocks away but Inari wondered if that distance was possible for Molly. She looked like she wouldn’t even make it ten steps.

“Can you walk?” she asked.

Molly took a few exploratory steps forward. It was all the answer Inari needed. While her wide stance due to such thick, filled padding was probably helping her, she was still stumbling pretty badly. If she did make it back without toppling over it would still likely take forever.

After a quick look up and down the street to make sure she was clear, Inari set the white diaper bag on the ground, opening it up fully to reveal the spacial black hole that spat up infinite baby supplies.

“Stroller.”

She put all her focus on that word, willing the item needed to come into existence. If she didn’t think hard enough the output could be unpredictably random, one of the drawbacks of the item’s spellwork.

Luckily the bag produced satisfying results, spitting an appropriately sized stroller into reality. Inari rolled it out of the confines of the diaper bag, slipping the pack into the net compartment underneath.

“C’mon cutie, Mommy Inari got you a ride home.”

Molly toddled over happily, turning around and trust falling into the comfortable confines of the stroller with astounding faith. Inari cringed slightly at the thought of all that warm heat smushing so violently beneath her.

She walked around the stroller to strap Molly in, pulling the nylon safety harness over her puffy shortalls and clicking it into place. A test pull confirmed that Molly was secure.

“All nice and snug?” Inari asked.

Molly nodded.

“Anything else you need?”

Molly pulled her pacifier from her mouth and replaced it with the ice water baby bottle, shaking her head.

Satisfied Inari moved to walk around the stroller and begin pushing it homeward when Molly froze suddenly. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Ngggh going peepee…” Molly groaned.

“Well, that’ll at least keep you warm on the walk. That diaper is extra absorbent and I suspect with all you drank there’s a lot more to go. I’ll change you in the morning.”