Taylor and Brooke Part 5 (Patreon)

Hundreds of adult toddlers ran and played around in this huge nursery. It had to be the size of a Gymnasium. ABDL-ers in all sorts of outfits were running around doing every babyish activity on the book. Coloring, watching cartoons, breast feeding, it was all there. Female caretakers were scattered about, taking care of all the ABDL-ers.

“Wow…” Was all Taylor could say, as she walked into the nursery with Brooke. She felt safe, she felt secure, she felt… at home. She caught a whiff of stale pee as she took in the view. It reminded her of her own pang in her bladder. Taylor wasn’t sure why this thought ran through her head, perhaps it was because of all the wet and messy diapers she saw playing around her. But for some reason she thought, “That’s why I’m wearing a pull-up…” And felt herself relax around her bladder. She stopped and let herself focus on her first “accident.” 

“Hey wha… oh…” Brooke said, turning around to see why Taylor had stopped. She knew what she was doing instantly, she’d seen plenty of adult babies wet their diapers before. Brooke giggled at her Taylor’s blank face.

“Ah…” Taylor said, finding herself fall back to earth. The feeling was unlike anything she’d ever felt. The warm squishy pull-up beneath her was the only way she wanted her crotch to feel like from now on. 

“Brooke! Did you bring someone new along with you?” one of the caretakers suddenly said behind Taylor. She spun around to get a better look at the large chested women. Brooke nodded enthusiastically. 

“Hello there, I’m Taylor.” She said, extending a handout to the women. The caretaker laughed and threw Taylor into a huge hug. 

“Oh we don’t do that here! Welcome little one! I haven’t seen you before. Are you new?” She said, letting go and getting a good look at Taylor. Taylor nodded lightly. The women smile and got a good look at Taylor. She expertly spotted the now thicker Pull-up bulge around Taylor’s pants. 

“Well, well. It looks like our new friend is still in pull-ups!” The women said, sticking a hand in Taylor’s pants without any hesitation. Taylor “eeped” in response. “And you’re wet! Well you came to the right place, baby. Let’s get you changed. Normally if someone has an accident in their pull-up we let them try one more time before putting them back in diapers. Now, are you feeling big? Or do you just want to skip right into diapers today?” She said, motioning toward the changing table.

Taylor was beside herself in this moment. Things were moving at the speed of light. Nearly 24-hours ago she was grumbling about how she even had to talk to Brooke. Now here she was, in a nursery with her, making the decision to stay in pull-up, or “Skip right into diapers.” She looked back at Brooke, who was her same warm, bright, smiley self. She looked at the diaper she decided to wear today, then her eyes locked onto the cartoon section of the nursery. She focused on the row of diapered butts that waved in the air as ABDL-ers watched and sang along to the classic 90s little kid cartoons. She swiveled her head back to the caretaker. 

“Diapers.” She said, confidently, her face practically beaming with happiness. The caretaker smiled back at her and nodded. Taylor took her hand, and let the caretaker lead her into her new, ABDL-er life.