Attention (Patreon)

“No I swear I.. I had something I wanted to show you!” Brenda Moran said in a puff, as she crossed her arms in front of her grandmother. It was the Moran’s annual BBQ today, everyone in the entire family showed up. Brenda’s aunts, uncles, cousins, siblings, you name it and they were at this party. Brenda typically tried in anyway possible to be the center of attention at this thing. Ever since she was little, it was just something about this specific party. She loved everyone making every conversation about her. She didn’t know why, it was just a deep craving.

This year she had something special up her sleeve to make sure everyone was talking about her. Her brand spankin” new college diploma. Bachelors in Philosophy hadn’t been the hardest major for her to work through the past four years, but it sure as hell was gonna help ease conversations along so they could just about her already. She even had it in fucking as she walked through the door. She was ready, she wasn’t letting anything get in the way today.

Now Grandma Moran had always been wise to this. She knew ever since Brenda was young girl, that girl was just crying for attention on any chance she could get. You see Grandma Moran was what mortals would call a “witch”. She’d been holding back her powers for quite sometime; but as she saw Brenda march her way on up to her, brand new degree in had, she had to take the girl down a few pegs. Maybe… a lot of pegs…

“Oh I’m sure you’ll think of it soon, Brenda!” Grandma said with a smirk finishing her hand movements needed for the spell she just cast. Brenda’s face contorted into confusion. Her head had felt really strange for a moment, but it seemed like the haze was starting to clear. She shook her head, and just let the first thought in her mind come out. “I don’t think it was about how cute my new pull-ups look on me or anything like that!” Brenda loudly exclaimed, obviously feeling around her crotch in front of everyone. Her mind felt a little more loose, like her thoughts were just pouring out her mouth for no reason. The fact her underwear had just suddenly ballooned into Goodnights didn't even sort of register in her mind. "I don't think they're wet or anything! Mommy just checked them a few minutes ago... so that isn't what I wanted to tell you... ugh what was it!" Brenda stated loudly once again. People were still chatting away with others, but started looking at the strange actions from the corner of their eyes.

It was then Brenda caught glance of the piece of paper in her hands. "OH! Yeah! I think I remember now! See this piece of paper right her Grandma! The peoples at the daycares gaves its to me! They said I was super duper smart, and really good at like, coloring and everything! They just gave me this saying I was such a gooder girl than everyone else! Can you believe it?!?" Brenda said, as she handed Grandma the letter. She furrowed her brow as she read the paper. "Oh, sweetie. This isn't a letter saying you've been doing good at daycare! It's a letter to Mommy and Daddy about your potty issues lately!" Grandma said, giving the paper back to Brenda. She was in complete shock. "Wha... WHAT!?!?" She screamed in her mind. "... WHAT THE HELL AM I GOING TO USE NOW FOR ATTENTION?!?" She thought loudly to herself. As if on cue, the idea popped in her mind. It was a classic trick she'd used countless times, but it always worked. She let loose, feeling the warmth spreading up her now heavily diapered crotch.

"Grandmama! Me's a wets baby! Need diapies changies!!" She yelled loudly, making sure too look around so everyone could hear. She even flipped up her skirt to emphasize. Everyone's jaws dropped to the floor. "Has she gone completely mental...?" Uncle Jim muttered to Cousin Rob. "She's fucking soaked.. Holly shit!" He said back in response. Brenda just beamed at her Grandmother. "Changie Changie! Pwease mama! Wets diapie!" She practically screamed, a smile forming around her pacifier. She relished in the glory of all the eyes on her as she was guided to her changing table upstairs, it didn't even matter to her that they were all fixated on her now incredibly droopy diaper. If soaked diapers was what it took to get the attention, she’d happily be in them for the rest of her life.