Public Changes (Diaper Dimension Fan Fiction) (Patreon)

She lies on her back. The position might have been relaxing, and almost was, except for how her legs are lifted and her naked backside is curled up and raised. She has no options with how the giantess holds her ankles high. Her legs are spread and pulled towards her stomach, then come almost back together around the woman’s fingers.

She waits, while the giantess talks.

“They’ll get back together in a week. You’ll see.”

“Mm,” the other giantess says, framed by the mall bathroom’s tiles. Then her eyes flicker down. “Your girl is cute.”

Girl. No longer woman. Though had it ever truly been?

“She can be very naughty too, let me tell you.”

Something wet and cold touches her backside.

The wipe is small in the giantess’s hand, but is large on her. With one final motion she is cleaned of filth, and the wipe is dropped into the open diaper below. The giantess lifts her higher, and out goes the diaper to be wrapped up into a ball.

The giantess positions a new diaper underneath. She seems to think that she can’t be trusted without one for even a moment. Perhaps she is right. The mature panties had always felt somewhat like a lie. Whereas the diapers… Well, the diapers are embarrassing, but she does sleep better in them.

Of course, she doesn’t get much of a choice with her twelve hours in the crib per night.

Does the stranger have to smile at her like that? Her stomach is a bit sore with her legs pulled up for so long, and everybody can see what an effective job the laser hair removal has done. There’s very little mature left about her. Beneath her tight green shirt, what she used to think of as her breasts do shake a bit with the motions, but they are small compared to a giantess. As ‘Mommy’ leans forward to pull the diaper further beneath her, her own breasts swing forward in her loose dress, each almost enough to smother her if the maternity bra wasn’t keeping them in place.

Despite herself she stares. She shouldn’t, because then the giantess will say she’s thirsty. And this new stranger doesn’t know yet how good she’s gotten at suckling from those enormous nipples which can nearly fill her mouth, and the fewer people who knew the better. Then again so many people had seen her breastfeed at this point, she isn’t sure why she still holds on. She’d been breastfed by more than a few women too.

As for variety of her other drinks - coffee, soda, alcohol - well, she isn’t allowed those… Not anymore...

Her backside is finally dropped on the open diaper with a crinkling thud. However the giantess still holds her legs up, at least a bit loosely now.

She instinctively moves a hand to cover her crotch in front of the stranger, but the giantess delivers a hard smack to her backside. She knows how to be good, why did she forget?

She lays still, not having much choice about it, while the giantess dumps powder all over her down there. In a way it covers her up. At least for now. She doubts they’ll be out of the mall before she’s soaked her diaper. But then it will at least be closed up. Almost like panties, she thinks, stifling a surprise urge to giggle, then stops. Is she going crazy? Perhaps she was always crazy.

Somebody enters the bathroom behind the giantess. She begins to squirm, but then they go into the bathroom stall, a place where she’s long given up thinking of as relevant to her.

Then somebody else enters, and the clacking of stroller wheels accompanies them, a sound which she knows well.

She wants to ask the giantess to go faster, but doesn’t dare. And it’s not like her nudity is a secret either, not all with all the people who’ve changed her. Or the baths she’s shared with playmates, at her own house or their own, sometimes without even bubbles for privacy as their Mommy looms over and washes them clean.

It seems there’s another changing table for the other Little to use. She hears the sounds of diaper tapes being pulled free.

She just hopes to hear her own diaper tapes soon, to be taped up and covered. It seems a strange thing to wish for, after she spent so long trying to avoid diapers and giants and to keep herself in panties. But then, somebody who filled her panties in public doesn’t deserve to wear them, not anymore. Though she was so sure that somebody had spiked something she ate, she just couldn’t think of what.

Oh dear, the giantess is talking again. She sighs, silently, and waits, with her backside curled up, and her legs pulled towards her chest.