As Claire watched Julie’s Good Night was done. Almost as soon as the water had penetrated through her waistband the diaper was full. Fearne’s was still going, the diaper was increasing, its dimensions growing however the process was slowing down.
Feeling that it was at completion. Claire said “Right girlies you can stand up now.” Claire watched with wonder as her friend and big sister tried to stand, as they cleared the water the excess in the diapers began to leak out. So the sound was accented Claire switched off the whirlpool feature and the three listened as the water trickled back into the bathtub. Then there was a pulling sound like a plaster on plastic before the first of the tapes on Fearne’s left side gave way. Julie’s diaper was also struggling against its weight. Claire took a quick photo before handing Fearne the plastic pants. “Put them on.” Claire said. As Fearne struggled into the plastic pants, using Julie for support, the tape on the right side also gave up the ghost. Whilst Julie began to feel the sides of her Good Night’s giving way. “Out you get Missy and we’ll let Tinkerbelle here get washed.” Claire said extending her hand to Fearne. Fearne waddled out of the bathtub. Her diaper now double its originally size and now solid through its gel core made walking very difficult so Fearne just slumped onto all fours and crawled out of the bathroom. Claire followed her before turning back to Julie, “thank you” she mouthed.
“Well there was a little trip for you.” Claire said shutting the bathroom door and placing a hand on Fearne’s bottom. “It must have been so nice to see what the inside of a big girl’s bathroom looks like rather than just feel it.”
“Your not funny.” Fearne sulked accelerating into her room so that she pulled away from Claire’s hand.
Once Claire and Fearne had left Julie alone she pulled off her ruined diaper and began to wash herself in the warm water.
Claire pulled the changing mat across to herself and spread it out on the floor. Tapping it with the palm of her hand she gestured expectantly to Fearne to come and sit down. Crawling over Fearne sat down, accompanied by the sound of the water squishing out of her diaper and into the waiting plastic pants.
“Well it’s a good job we had those on you isn’t it?” Claire asked tickling Fearne’s stomach. Fearne felt herself powerless to resist. “Isn’t it?” Claire continued to mock rolling Fearne backwards causing the moisture to shift up her back. “Yes it is. Yes it is.” Claire continued before blowing a raspberry on Fearne’s stomach. “So what do you want to do today?” Claire asked. “Potty training? No, that’d take to long. Playing in the park? No you’re too little. Sit here and wet your diapers? You’re the perfect age for that.” Claire said drawing up. Fearne remained where she was, lying on the changing mat.
“I’m not really in a position to argue about that. Am I?” She spoke wearily.
“Your such a big girl now. Aren’t you? Using big girl sentences and everything.” Claire said. “But I don’t recall telling you that you could grow up. So I think you’d better learn the hard way.”
“How’s that?” Fearne asked.
“You’ll see.” Claire smiled.
Julie finished washing herself and stared at the waiting diapers. She could, she reasoned, go home now ignore the diapers pretend this didn’t happen and trust that Claire wouldn’t show the album to anybody. But she could stay and watch what was developing. It seamed to her that she either had to stay and play Claire’s games or go home and hear about them later. She really wanted to get her own back first hand on Fearne, she could transfer all of her anger about wetting her bed onto her friend’s sister, and this was the perfect time to do it. After all there could be no repercussions as how could Fearne mention what had happened without mentioning the fact she was diapered? Deciding to play Julie moved to the door and called Claire.
“Ok, so Stinkerbelle the smelly fairy is ready for her next diaper little one so you can just lie here and soak up the atmosphere whilst I get her ready.” Claire joked pushing down on Fearne’s stomach slightly.
“Oomph.” Fearne replied as the air was pushed out of her whilst her diaper gave another squish.
Claire moved to Fearne’s stereo and found some brainless kiddie-pop music then moved toward the bathroom.
Julie jumped slightly as she heard the stereo switch on. Watching she saw Claire enter the bathroom with a wicked smile of her face. “Tinkerbelle I’ve got a plan.” She smiled licking her lips whilst handing Julie a towel.
Fearne looked down at her diaper. She marvelled at how it change shape and colour after being immersed in water. The yellow pee stain that she had been forced to colour it had been almost replaced by a darker blackish colour as the diaper’s core had filled past capacity and now sagged low around her hips. The tapes were done, the water had removed the glue from around them and even if it hadn’t they couldn’t possibly support the extra weight, Fearne guessed her diapers could have increased by three or four times their weight during her “bath”. She shudder with delight as she squeezed her diapers to a tell-tale squish then she rolled onto her front and felt the water shoot up to her navel and almost out past her plastic pants. Setting herself she moved onto her knees and stared at herself in her wardrobe.
“Cute.” She smiled. “A bad baby girl.” She laughed.
As if hearing her and agreeing the two remaining tapes on her diapers burst causing her diapers to slump into the crotch of the plastic pants. Fearne took hold of the hem of the plastic pants and quickly laid down again to prevent the weighty saturated diaper from pulling the pants down to her ankles.
Julie smiled at Claire her plan was simply but effective, all she had to do was find Fearne’s pants and skirts and remove them. She would place them in her mum and dad’s bedroom and instead leave Fearne with only her tight shorts or dancing costumes. Julie on the other hand would have to borrow one of Claire’s school skirts and a pair of tights to slip on over her diaper.
Claire watched Julie, she was rather excited by the plan she clearly thought that this would be the start of getting out of diapers by lunchtime. And to be fair she would be out of one by lunchtime, but that was more because Claire would be changing her after her nap than any sort of kindness on Claire’s part.
“Right then Tink its time for your diaper.” Claire said smiling. Julie had put the swimming top back on after washing herself so Claire picked up the diaper and took hold of the towel around Julie’s waist as she dragged her into Fearne’s room.
Fearne was lying still on the changing mat when Claire walked in leading Julie by the towel. Sticking her toe against Fearne’s plastic pants Claire rolled her big sister out of the way and laid her best friend onto the mat.
“You know how experienced I’ll be when it comes to changing diapers at the end of the weekend?” Claire motioned to the two girls drawing the diaper underneath Julie with little resistance. “Well let’s just say I’ll be the best baby sitter in the city.” Claire looked to the diapered girls laying either side of her. “Don’t you agree?”
“Yes you will.” Julie agreed as Claire snugly pulled the tapes of the diaper around waist.
“It’s a shame Fearne doesn’t think so.” Claire began moving to Julie’s side. “I guess I’ll just have to put her in a couple so she believes me.” Claire said glancing at Fearne who was holding the hem of the plastic pants and looking uncomfortable. “Fearne I think Julie needs the plastic pants more than you just now. After all you’re just going to be put in a nice clean diapee.” Claire watched as her big sister’s face went wide.
Fearne stared at Claire, pleading, her little sister had guessed right again. How she could keep doing it was really starting to bug her but she wasn’t licked yet. She might be the baby but Fearne still knew how to wind up her little sister and whilst Fearne wasn’t sure it’d be such a great plan in the long run she had to do something.
“Your rules Claire.” Fearne said sweetly.
“Oh you mean about the stinky pants finding her face in the corner if she doesn’t do what she’s told.” Claire said gritting her teeth. Fearne knew she wasn’t a morning person so she should be able to keep her sister off guard slightly.
“Plastic pants must be worn over soggy diapers.” Fearne smiled.
“And there’s none soggy than yours.” Julie chimed in.
Claire looked down at her best friend she wasn’t sure if she was being beaten by her baby sister or if Fearne was really just playing to Claire’s baby rules. Either way she needed to do something to reassert her control over the situation. Standing up she took a step back so she could regard Julie and Fearne at the same time. Through the clear plastic she could see that all of the tapes on Fearne’s diaper had burst. She smiled. Fearne wasn’t about to regain control that easily.
“Your right of course Fearne silly me. I couldn’t have you leaking all over the carpet.” She drew out her hands for a hug. “Your being such a good girl I’ll tell you what you run over like a baby to give me a hug and I’ll let you learn to walk today.”
Fearne stared at Claire, ‘plan backfired’ she thought. Rising she kept hold of the pants and waddled over to Claire.
“That was rubbish.” Claire scolded she turned Fearne around and gave her diaper a push sending her back to where she had been standing. “Julie knows what to do. Don’t you Julie?” Claire asked. Julie immediately stood up and with her arms outstretched she gave Claire a hug. “Yep that’s right.” Claire said peeling back Julie’s diaper. “With both arms out of the way a hug like this let’s you check diapers.” Claire instructed.
Julie let go of Claire and took a step backwards her head in between Fearne and Claire Julie watched her best friend wink at her. Not knowing what else to do Julie moved over to Fearne and sat behind her on Fearne’s bed.
Fearne looked at her scheming little sister. “I can’t.” She said.
“Can’t what?” Claire asked innocently.
“Walk over there. My diaper…” Fearne said.
“Don’t tell me it’s wet you don’t know that.
“It’s burst.” Fearne continued.
“You don’t know the condition of your diaper Fearne. That was one of the rules.” Claire began, she knew it wasn’t really the intention of the rule but if Fearne thought she could tie Claire up in knots Claire was only too able to oblige in the game.
“But it won’t hold.”
“You don’t know that. I’ll tell you what though. If you come over here like a baby would in the next five seconds I’ll let you walk else you loose your toddling ability and your butt will be firmly reacquainted with the floor.” Claire smiled she was already starting to regress Fearne. “Five.” Claire began.
Fearne fished inside the plastic pants and pulled out the top of her diaper she tucked the two sides over the end of the hem so the plastic pants hem cradled the heavy garment. “Four.” Claire continued, taking two steps forward with her arms outstretched Fearne felt the diaper slipping back into the pants drawing them down. She immediately grabbed hold of the pants and looked at Claire. “Three.” Her sister ignored her pleading glance. Fearne the pulled the plastic pants up and around her body so the crotch of the pants and diaper were hard up against her skin and them of her plastic pants was around her belly somewhere. Arms outstretched she tried again. This time she didn’t even get a step. “Two.” Claire laughed at her sister giving herself a diaper wedgie. Fearne stepped back. She was beaten. Beaten by a saturated diaper. Pulling the tabs of her diaper she tried in vain to get them to stick back together. None would. “One.” Claire smiled. She was mocking Fearne. “Zero?” She asked. Fearne knew she was beaten so nodded. “Zero.” Claire concluded. “Missy I hope you’ve got some knee pads because it’s going to be a long crawl today.” Claire mocked as Fearne sat on her butt her diaper mockingly squishing under her. “But now you need to become a clean baby before we get you girlie’s fed.” Claire opened the door to Fearne’s room. “Scoot Rugrat.”
As Fearne crawled past Claire Julie immediately went to Fearne’s drawers. The music from the stereo and the fact that Fearne was in her own strop meant that she didn’t even her the red haired girl beginning.
Once in the bathroom Claire watch as Fearne stopped at the toilet. “I did say you could have across like a baby and tell me Missy how did you just move?” Claire laughed sadistically.
“Like a baby.” Fearne said screwing up her face. She had been tricked again.
“Oh don’t worry once we get you all cleaned up you’ll feel so much better.” Claire smiled taking hold of the plastic pants.
Pulling them down Claire removed the soaking diaper and the pants as Fearne went and sat down in the tub. Although the water was cooling now it was still nice and warm so she didn’t mind too much.
That was until Claire grabbed hold of the soap. “Come her Missy.” Claire commanded. “You don’t think I’d let someone who couldn’t walk wash themselves now do you?”
Julie had been meticulous. She had quickly taken all of Fearne’s pants and skirts out of her wardrobe and they had been quickly deposited into their parents’ bedroom. Searching through Fearne’s drawers Julie found the half empty diaper package in Fearne’s underwear drawer and had a little snigger to herself. Feeling just a little but naughty Julie removed the dusty old pants, which would have been too tight and accentuated her diaper bulge anyway, like last night, from the drawers. She had even took out all of Fearne’s loose pairs of shorts like those she wore for soccer and just kept the tighter or shorter pairs like the wonderful pair of black and lime green cycling shorts she now had in her hand. Putting what little clothes Fearne had to cover her legs with now back into different drawers, spreading it around like it was all that Fearne actually owned Julie walked into Claire’s room and began to get changed.
Fearne had to sit in the bathtub whilst Claire lathered up the “no more tears” shampoo and rubbed it into her hair. Claire was nearly done, she wasn’t going to wash her sister’s butt, not now not anytime, so it was basically just a quick bit of humiliation before she left Fearne to it.
Julie searched through what Claire had said she could wear. She wasn’t greatly impressed her friend had told her that she must wear a skirt and that that she must wear a pair of tights. Finding the tights was easy enough Claire, who was a big fan of skirts even if Julie wasn’t, had loads of pairs but the skirts all seemed to have slits up the side that would reveal a white and pink flash of diaper or too short for Julie to be sure that she wouldn’t be hiding the diaper at all.
As Claire walked into her room she watched Julie puzzled over which skirt to select Claire had been pretty cruel by telling her friend that she couldn’t wear Fearne’s clothes, which would have fitted a lot better, because the whole point was to pretend that those where all the clothes Fearne had and she hadn’t actually told Julie where all of her skirts were so Julie hadn’t seen the floor length skirts Claire did own.
“Need a hand getting changed?” Claire asked.
“No I’m just deciding.” Julie said not turning around.
“I meant out that stinky diaper around your waist. I can’t believe you pooped without noticing.” Claire laughed as Julie’s hands flew around to her backside.
“No I haven’t.” Julie said turning around embarrassed.
“Ah but you don’t know that do you?” Claire smiled.
“Very good. Who was it that thought up that stupid rule?” Julie asked. She plumped for a thin mid thigh skirt that had a slight split, to about halfway up, to wear.
“Its only a stupid rule when it applies to you, Stinky.” Claire mocked shoving Julie against the sofa bed. Julie landed with a crinkle of her diaper.
“Very good Claire, can I be there when you reveal to Fearne what crawlers wear over their diapers?” Julie asked.
“Well I can’t leave a baby sitting on her own. She might hurt herself.” Claire laughed before dropping her voice. “Of course, you can take the pictures.”
Fearne had finished her bath and was now listening to the music it really was bad the fact that she was now the same age as some of the artist depressed her. They were singing about boyfriends and going out on dates and Fearne was more interested in diapers and pacifiers. Actually it didn’t depress her at all. She knew that the singers had their voices changed in pitch by machines and that there songs were written by someone else whereas Fearne could do whatever she wanted in diapers.
‘Except walk.’ The little mocking voice inside her head laughed. ‘Or bathe yourself. Or use the toilet. Or talk properly. Or act like an adult.’
“What are you insinuating?” She asked the voice.
‘Those artists who are nothing more than pretty robots doing what there are told are still better than you.’ The voice laughed.
“Why?” Fearne countered.
‘Because they don’t need diapers.’ The voice finished.
Fearne couldn’t help but laugh. “But if they were told they did…”
Julie looked at herself in the mirror. The diaper was there. As she turned side on it was easy to see. No it wasn’t just easy to see, it was impossible to miss. Her pink leg cuff faded into white plastic where the split sat on her leg. Pulling the skirt down revealed the pink and white waistband tucked under her tights around her middle. The fact the skirt was green and had a lighter green around the split only highlighted the difference. Julie couldn’t have made a worse choice if she had worn only the tights.
Claire looked at Julie she was standing in her white top, a cut off at the top that stopped just an inch or so short of her skirt’s hem, meaning that she couldn’t pull the diaper up or the skirt down. And the skirt where the split flashed the leg cuff of the diaper. Claire couldn’t have picked a better outfit to show off hints of the diaper if she’d tried.
“You look good.” Claire comforted.
“You can see it.” Julie said throwing her hands down to her waist exasperated. “It’s right there. Nice pink stripe top or bottoms it all depends if I want too look like a baby or somebody who is trying to cover up her diapers.”
“I’d go for the second option.” Claire nodded sagely. “We’re not going out far you know. Its just to the corner to the shop to get some baby powder and some oil.” I might not even take you so you should be all right. Besides who’s around at this time in the morning?”
“Ok.” Julie agreed. “Besides it’s only obvious if you know what you’re looking for.”
“Exactly.” Claire smirked. ‘Or if you have eyes or if you’re alive.’ She thought.
Fearne called for Claire to come and get her out of the bath. She, like Julie had put her swimming top back on and was waiting for Claire to come and diaper her. Fearne once again marvelled at how some much had happened in such a short space of time. She knew that there was so much more to come and she couldn’t wait for the day to begin proper.
Claire walked into the bathroom with an impish grin on her face causing Fearne to sink back slightly in the water. Anytime she had seen that smirk Fearne had ended up in a worse position than where she had started.
“Right then Missy as we are running short on baby supplies I will have to go to the shops to get you girls some more.” Claire began only half talking to Fearne. She motioned for Fearne to come and step out into a towel and as Fearne did so Claire pulled it between her legs in a half diaper. “You can’t walk so I guess you want something for a little bit of modesty.” Claire explained. “Or I could just diaper you in here?”
“In here.” Fearne agreed.
“No I think it’s better in your bedroom.” Claire ignored Fearne. “Anyway as I’ve got two babies to look after now I think it would be better if I took the biggest with me to the store and I’ll just feed the smaller one so that she is full and then put her down for a nap. I’ll have to come back to wet diaper but its easier than trying to find something for you to sit in whilst I walk round the store.” By this point Fearne had reached the bathroom door so she turned to look at Claire. “Don’t give me that look Missy.” Claire scolded. “If you can’t walk I’m not letting you crawl all the way up the street and then back again it’d take hours. Beside I didn’t think you’d want people to see you in diapers.”
Once they were in Fearne’s room Claire began to lay out Fearne’s diapers. Instead of just one Claire placed two beside the changing mat. “Obviously if Julie is tottering around in her diaper then somebody who can’t walk will need more protection than that.” Claire explained as she powdered her big sister. “So you’ll get that little bit more protection.” Claire pulled up the first diaper and fastened it tightly.
Fearne marvelled at how in such a short space of time Claire’s changes had gone from being long and sloppy to quick and efficient. The diapers seemed to go on tighter and faster now and Fearne could really appreciate the difference, not that she’d admit it just now, as Claire would probably put another diaper on Fearne just to show off to her diapered sister.
“What are you thinking about in there?” Claire asked her eyes watching Fearne.
“I was thinking about how much diaper changing practice you’ve had.” Fearne said honestly.
Claire gave Fearne a hurt look. “You can’t talk like that. You’re a naughty girl.” Claire said. “You need a reminder not to try and talk like a big girl. After all a little stinky pants like you will only get frustrated and then cry.” Claire then stood up and looked around the room. Most of the baby paraphernalia was already on the floor the only things missing were the plastic pants and the toys downstairs. Claire thought for a moment then moved to the bathroom leaving Fearne to stew on the changing mat.
Claire looked around the room for some inspiration. She needed to punish Fearne for talking in such a way that it would really embarrass her. She could put water in the plastic pants and have Fearne put them on but that would be an instantaneous thing and Fearne’s diapers were more than prepared to be wet. No what she needed was something to make her not want to talk much.
Claire heard Julie moving around downstairs making breakfast, like Claire had told her too. She had told Julie to make two bowels of porridge and she could hear the microwave going just now. The only problem was that she only had one bib with which she was going to feed her babies with.
For some reason her mind clanged on the bib. It was used to stop babies from drooling as well. Babies who couldn’t speak very well drooled. Her mind racing now Claire realised that she had left Fearne lying for a good few minutes now. How would she make Fearne drool?
“Artificial drool.” Claire said looking along at the green mouthwash. She took it under her arm and sped downstairs to get Fearne’s bib.
Fearne thought about moving off of the mat. She was wrestling with the desire to move when she heard Claire thump down the stairs. Whatever her little sister had come up with on the spur of the moment was probably going to be simple but effective. After all she had a pretty good record so far. Fearne didn’t know to be worried or excited by the possibility.
Thinking it’d be better to be worried Fearne remained motionless on the mat.
Julie watched Claire bound down the stairs. “Everything alright.” She asked her friend.
“I’ll let you off with that big word for just now Tinkerbelle.” Claire smiled giving Julie’s diapered rear a gentle smack. “But once you see what I’ve done with your little playmate up there you will think twice before breaking a talking rule.” Claire winked.
“But we never decided on how much I could say.” Julie asked she bristled at being called Tinkerbelle she wasn’t quite as accepting of her new name like Fearne.
“We will and you shall see what happens if you break said rules.” Claire said grabbing the bib off the table and bounding back upstairs leaving Julie to shudder.
Crashing back into Fearne’s room Claire held her hands behind her back. “Now my talkative little terror I have something to remind you that less is more.” Claire pulled out the bib. Fearne stared at the garment puzzled. “Babies who have only just learned to talk usually drool when they speak.” Claire pressed stalking from side to side. “So you’ll need to wear this to stop from ruining you good clothes.” Claire then giggled. “Well from the top down rather than the bottom up for once.” She nodded towards Fearne’s double diaper.
“What?” Fearne asked. Her little sister was expecting her to drool now when she spoke?
As if in answer Claire moved over Fearne and tied the bib around her neck leaving Fearne still as puzzled as ever.
Claire stood up away from Fearne and watched her big sister stare at her puzzled. She couldn’t have possibly known what Claire had planned so she could have fun with her diapered sister.
“I’ll tell you what Fearne. If you can count to twenty sticking to the rules on talking I will let you off with what I have planned. Otherwise you won’t want to talk at all once you see what I have in store for you.” Claire smiled trying to sound as sinister as possible.
Fearne looked at Claire she still hadn’t explained her plan she had just left Fearne sitting in her swimming top with her bib around her neck. The yellow teddy bear on the front had been one of things Fearne had clattered around with when Claire had caught her last night. Fearne opened her eyes wide; Claire had regressed her that quickly, she couldn’t believe she had been to school only yesterday.
“Well?” Claire asked. “Or have you forgotten the sequence?”
“How many letter?” Fearne asked.
“Five words, five letterSS” Claire said accentuating what Fearne had got wrong as if correcting a baby.
“One two three four five.” Fearne began.
“Once I caught a fish alive.” Claire mocked.
“Six seven eight nine ten.” Fearne continued.
“THEN I LET IT GO AGAIN.” Claire said breaking into fits of hysterics.
“Eleven…” Fearne began.
Claire immediately stopped laughing. “Oh dear, oh dear.” She interrupted Fearne. “You appear to think you are a toddler or something, but you’re not Missy. You are just a little baby. Imagine thinking that a little baby can count past ten. Its ridiculous.”
Fearne just lay there frowning at her little sister. She didn’t have any power over her. Claire was walking about ranting and all Fearne could do was lie back on her changing mat and wait for Claire for do what she was going to do to her.
“So now Fearne I am going to encourage you to be more like a little baby.” Claire continued. “As you well know babies drool when they talk so now so will you.” Claire said revealing the bottle of mouthwash. “Of course to make it easier for poor me to keep up with my babies you are going to have nice minty fresh drool instead of the sticky clear stuff that babies usually produce.” Claire laughed. “But I should really finish getting you dressed first.” Claire said moving to Fearne’s closet.
Julie had just about finished making breakfast she wasn’t feeling to hopeful about having to go to the store to pick up baby things, especially since her diaper was a half turn from visibility. However if she stayed with Fearne it would give Claire all the more power over her. It really was a conundrum with one simple answer; she should leave and hear about what Claire did on Monday. Unfortunately Julie’s curiosity was overriding her better judgement so smoothing the skirt down against her diaper, causing it to give a yet another crinkle, she decided to stay.
Fearne looked down at her top. She had forgotten she had this. It was a dancing costume, much like the Indian Brave costume Mrs Davenport had brought over. Only unlike that Fearne was now wearing a black Lycra top with a silver spider’s web detailing around her front. The top itself had long sleeves but they were cut off at the shoulders as that is where the long silver streamers had been pulled through and it was easier for the costume changes, the streamers had to be added and remove between a couple of scenes, if they hadn’t been attached to the top. However for Fearne she wished they had been because it would have meant that she might have had something to take attention from the white bib with the yellow teddy on the front and the yellow boarder around it sitting on the dancing top.
Claire moved over to Fearne smiling a nice smile, immediately worrying Fearne. “Now then baby sister I thought that being as you are going to put in front of the window to play in your pen all day, isn’t such a shame that it looks like it will be to wet to get outside? I guess it makes a nice change from you being to wet to do anything.” Claire rambled. “But because I’m going to open the curtains I think it will be better for you if you wear something to cover your diapers.” Claire said sincerely.
Fearne eyed Claire with suspicion; she was going to let her pick her own bottoms? This had to be a trick. Looking around her room Fearne saw that none of her drawers appeared to have be moved and if her old dancing costumes were still in her wardrobe then Fearne must be all right.
‘I guess it must have something to do with keeping me cooperating.’ Fearne thought crawling towards her chest of drawers she had an old pair of sweats, much like the ones she had worn last night, that would suit her needs perfectly.
Opening the drawer Fearne moved her shorts to one side only to find that the sweats weren’t there. Glancing back to Claire who was watching her intently Fearne turned back to her next drawer to hopefully find her sweats.
‘Nope not in here.’ Fearne said pushing another pair of shorts out of the way. Surely her mom hadn’t thrown out all of her old trousers. Scooting across the room to her dresser Fearne open her drawers to pull out a pair of jeans, she had a pair of black dungarees, which were quite babyish, that would suffice. As Fearne opened her drawer she saw nothing but her skirts, no in fact, her shorter skirts staring back at her. Crawling along to her wardrobe Fearne pulled open the door and stared up at her clothes rack. Her shoes were still in their cubbies; her dancing costumes were all still in their side of the wardrobe as were some other short skirts and dresses but ultimately Fearne had found her room completely devoid of pants. ‘You’ve been tricked again diaper girl.’ Her voice resounded inside her head.
“Is something the matter Missy? Or don’t you want to bother with something on to cover up downstairs? I’d think you’d be better to Fearne because you plastic pants are see through and not very discreet.” Claire said walking over to Fearne. “Do you want to wear the other part of your costume Fearne? It that what your looking for?” Claire mocked moving to one of the hangers.
“No.” Fearne said shaking her head furiously. If her memory served correctly the second part of her dancing costume was a pair of black frilly Lycra hot-pants that whilst they might have stretched over the bulk of her diapers certainly would have disguised them at all.
“Well than do I have to choose something?” Claire asked sounding impatient. “Because if I have to choose I would choose nothing because I have to see when you need changing but I’ll give you ten seconds or so to pick.” She concluded.
Fearne immediately shuffled back across the floor to her skirts. They were all too short. As she would be bent over double for the duration of the day those skirts would struggle to cover her diapers standing let alone on all fours. ‘No’ Fearne thought moving to her shorts. She thumbed through them quickly there were a couple of pairs of cycling shorts, her old soccer shorts and some old fashion pairs. None of which were suitable. Moving back to her cupboard Fearne looked up. Her dance costumes were either Lycra one-pieces or short two-pieces that flowed into tights, so they weren’t really built for hiding bulky underwear.
“Time up.” Claire said. “Seeing how you can’t choose I will.” Claire said stomping over to her chest of drawers. “These shorts look absolutely perfect.” Claire said holding up a pair of black and pink cycling shorts. “So let’s get you into them.”
As Fearne rolled over onto her back on the changing mat she became aware of Julie’s voice from the kitchen. “Claire there’s a car coming into your drive!” She shrieked.
Fixing Fearne with a worried glance Claire said. “If it’s mom and dad I will try to stall them as much as possible get you diapers off and your pants are in their room.” She said before sprinting downstairs.
Julie flew into a panic watching the car from the side window. She stared down at the diapers in the bin at her feet and the makeshift playpen in the living room. With the curtains drawn it would be impossible for her to tidy it away without getting caught or revealing her own diapers to whoever was coming in the door.
As Claire sprinted down the stairs, herself still in her pyjamas, Julie made a decision. Ignoring the diapers in the bin she started grabbing at the playpen trying to pull it into oblivion.
Claire half opened the door. Sure enough there was a black SUV pulling into the driveway. As it rumbled in Claire couldn’t see the licence plate as an ornamental bush obscured it. Holding her breath Claire watched as the vehicle started to pull up the drive.
And then it began to draw down it again. Performing a three-point turn before driving off down the main street.
Sagging visibly with relief Claire commented quietly to herself “Anymore surprises like that and I’ll need the diapers.” Before turning around to Julie who was trying to undo the loops locking the two ends of the fence together Claire announced. “I bet you got quite a fright there, Tinkerbelle.” She laughed when Julie jumped. “It was only somebody who was lost.”
Julie looked at her friend. “That goodness for that.” She laughed. “I think I just about used my diaper when I saw the car was the same as yours.”
Claire paused, Julie was a baby not her equal. Sniffing the air. “I think you did. Come with me.” Claire instructed. She walked past Julie and found her friend not moving. “Its about breakfast.” Claire stressed as if Julie wasn’t getting it.
“Sorry…” Julie began dropping the gate and following Claire.
Fearne had watched the car from her sister’s window. She was still in her diapers but she had thrown a pale blue t-shirt whilst she was going to run for her jeans. She had seen that the car was just some random turning on the road but she guessed she would have enjoyed seeing Claire and Julie flail around for a bit whilst they thought their fun had been rumbled. Sinking back onto her sister’s bed Fearne wondered. ‘Maybe I can get into a little bit of mischief here.’ After all Claire was the one who wanted her to be drooling all over her bib. Deciding against it, her little sister still had most almost all of the photos hidden of Fearne in her diapers so she would be better off just going with the flow just now Fearne waddled back to her room with her pants in her arms even if she wasn’t going to wear them.
“Your skirt please.” Claire said holding out her hands. Julie looked at her best friend with a bemused expression on her face. “I’ve moved you out of the way of the window because I’ve decided it would be best if you were a little better covered up than a skirt that shows your diaper when you move.” Claire said extending her left hand.
“And what will I wear in the meantime?” Julie asked.
“I was thinking you could fashion yourself a steel pair of pants made up of our cutlery.” Claire said sarcastically. “Or failing that just wait here for a few seconds whilst I grab the clothes from my room.”
Julie shrugged, she was taking the idea of being in diapers a little better since she knew that Claire was going to let her cover them more.
Claire took Julie’s skirt from her and left her friend standing in just her diapers. She moved her hand casually to the side heading towards the open box of cereal her friend had left on the counter. “Damn.” Claire said sending the Cheerio’s all over the worktop and floor.
“Don’t worry about it.” Julie laughed putting her hand underneath the counter and sweeping all of the cereal into it.
“Would you clean this up whilst I get you your clothes?” Claire asked.
“Of course.” Julie said moving to the sink to get the dustpan and brush from underneath it.
“You really must have got a fright watching that car.” Claire began. She had picked up the faucet nozzle and was extending it around in her hand. As the hose stretched out Julie seemed to sit back slightly and Claire used this as her chance. Flicking on the tap Claire grabbed the back of Julie’s diaper and pulled it out slightly and soaked the small of Julie’s back and the back of her diaper. Julie spun around and Claire got the front of her diaper as well before shutting off the tap. “I’ll go and get those clothes for you now Tinkerbelle.” Claire said skipping off leaving Julie to stare at her friend dumbfounded.
Fearne quickly rolled back onto the changing mat when Claire came back up the stairs she had heard Claire talking to Julie so she was sure that her little sister would come and get her next. But instead Claire just poked her head into room. “Fearne pull on the shorts and top I chose for you and come and join us downstairs.” She took a prolong sniff. “No I think you didn’t get a fright for when that car pulled up. Well you don’t care who sees your diapers do you?” Claire laughed. “Downstairs in five minutes for you breakfast Missy and if your not dressed then you’ll just have to stay without having your diapers covered.” Fearne watched the door close with her eyes wide with shock. She was sure that Claire was going to finish her torment about stopping her from talking but this was unexpected. Sighing Fearne pulled off her t-shirt and went to get her dancing top.
Julie dried off the front of her diaper the best she could. It didn’t appear to have suffered too much at the front. The ice-cold water had only splashed against the plastic cover so the diaper hadn’t absorbed it. At her back however Julie decided she had developed sagging bottom syndrome as her diaper had gather all the water. Even though she had developed slightly more of a waddle and her diaper was now heavier at the back it wasn’t too bad and she guessed that Fearne would be worse so she decided to deal.
Claire bounded back downstairs with her old painting smock that she had remembered she had. She had seen Fearne’s when her sister had been hunting through her closets for her pants. Arriving back at Julie she had to suppress a giggle when she saw Julie walking along with her diaper sagging visibly at the back.
“Put this on.” Claire said shoving the smock at Julie.
“That won’t hide my diapers.” Julie stated taking hold of the smock.
“You don’t need to hide your diaper.” Claire smiled. “I, however, need to be able to see when its condition deteriorates. Now pop that on and let’s have a look at you.”
Julie pulled the smock over her head it didn’t even reach the top of her thighs. “I look ridiculous.” She sighed.
“That’s the plan.” Claire agreed. It was then that both Claire and Julie heard Fearne slide down the stairs. Moving to the living room Julie immediately thought that she had definitely won in the clothing department.
Fearne had heard the shorts rip almost as soon as she had put them on and then as soon as she had started to crawl along the landing they had got worse. Now she believed that she could feel the rip giving full view to the seat of her diapers. The thickness of her underwear and the fact that she didn’t want to put her hand around to check meant that this theory would have to wait until Claire and Julie began their taunting again.
“My those are lovely diapers.” Claire began. “They are awfully thick though. Why are they so thick Fearne?”
“Cos.” Fearne said flatly.
“Oh don’t sulk little one. Otherwise I might decide that you don’t really need the shorts after all.” Claire smiled.
“Big deal.” Fearne said crawling through to the kitchen. If she played this right Claire would change her outfit.
Julie watched Claire and Fearne play their cat and mouse games she wanted to intervene but at the moment she was more likely to be on Fearne’s loosing side than Claire’s winning one so she thought it best to keep quiet.
“Right Missy I have the perfect outfit for you.” Claire smiled. “You can be dressed the same as your playmate here.” She said giving Julie’s smock a tug.
Fearne watched Claire move up the stairs.
“How come you haven’t left yet?” Fearne asked Julie.
“I don’t want to miss the fun Claire is having at your expense.” Julie answered honestly.
“But she’s got you in wet diapers just now.” Fearne prodded.
“Yes but your double diaper is bound to end up in a worse condition soon enough.” Julie smiled.
“Fair enough.” Fearne shrugged hearing Claire walk down the stairs. The camera whirr-clicked as Claire captured yet another moment of embarrassment to add to the catalogue she was currently developing.
“Claire, Fearne was talking like a big girl again.” Julie squealed.
“You little…” Fearne muttered.
“Right then Fearne let’s get you changed.” Claire mustered before striding towards her big sister and pulling off the ripped shorts. “You won’t be needing these again we can throw them out like your stinky diapers.” Claire laughed tugging Fearne’s top off from her shoulders.
The smock, which fastened around the back was then pulled tightly around Fearne and fastened tightly at the back. Unbeknownst to Fearne Claire put several of the loops she had been using to lock Fearne into things around the fastenings of the smock. This meant that at the back of the garment the very tip of the skirt was securely fastened around the tops of Fearne’s diapers rather than covering them. ‘With Fearne having to crawl she can’t hide her diapers from anyone.’ Thought Claire with a smile. Pushing Fearne so she scuttled across the floor to beside Julie Claire snapped away taking a couple more photos.
“Right Fearne stand up.” Claire commanded. “I want to have a picture of my two girls dressed the same.”
Fearne and Julie looked at each other, this was the second time this morning that Claire had put them in near identical clothing and photographed them. And although Julie had her insisted with herself that Claire would allow her to grow back up so they could torment Fearne together this still worried her slightly as she felt eerily similar to the older girl in diapers. Fearne on the other hand was just glad her diapers were sagging through bulk not by being wet at their behind like Julie’s.
Claire waved the picture at the diapered girls, her diapered girls, as she believed.
“You two look so sweet I could just put you outside to play and show you off to the neighbourhood. But I won’t. Julie has been such a big girl and got breakfast ready but as I’m not changed I’m afraid that my two babies can’t feed each other. So you will have to wait until I’m ready so Fearne I guess you will have a little friend to share your playpen with.” And with that Claire turned to the playpen gate and lifted it up so Fearne could crawl under it. Motioning to Julie Claire gave her friend a look. “Now come on Julie I know you are a lot bigger than Fearne but you have to crawl into the pen too.”
Julie slowly dropped to her knees and crawled onto the sheet. Just a few minutes ago she had been trying to pull it to hide it now she was stuck behind the gates with another girl in diapers. Claire then retrieved the two pacifiers and passed them to the diapered girls in the pen. “Now remember girlies babies should be seen and not heard. And not smelt either Fearne.” She laughed with a waggle of her finger. Disappearing upstairs Claire left Julie and Fearne sitting on their butts sucking on their pacifiers.
Almost as soon as Claire had gone Julie had removed her pacifier. The cold water in her diaper felt clammy against her skin so she moved onto her knees and let the diaper sag a little without touching her skin.
“Man this is stupid. I should just go home.” Julie said almost to herself.
Fearne looked at her little sister’s friend she wanted to say something but she felt that the younger girl would squeal on her if she removed her pacifier and began to talk.
“I mean, what’s the point? Claire’s got loads of pictures of you which we could show around at school but now she got pictures of me as well. That means when they ask what I was doing I now have to lie.”
“But I won’t.” Fearne gurgled around her pacifier she wasn’t going to let Julie rant at her, she might let Claire but Julie was in diapers as well.
“Fair enough but who’s going to believe you when we show them the pictures of you in diapers.”
“Who’s not going to believe me when everybody already knows that you wear Good Nights?”
Julie stood up. She seemed to grow with anger. Fearne felt the younger girl tower above her. That was until Fearne looked at her diaper. It looked wet, it sagged and Julie was wearing the same type of smock Fearne was. Suddenly Fearne felt that all Julie was going to do was have a temper tantrum.
“Well whose fault is that?” Julie yelled her eyes wild.
“It’s not mine.” Fearne said calmly.
“Well it’s not mine.” Julie said taken aback by Fearne’s apparent confidence.
“I didn’t send you to school wearing your Good Night. Your aunt did. She clearly had a screw loose and that’s why your mother has never spoken to her again.” Fearne felt a bit silly dispensing advice from behind her paci especially as it made her lisp certain sounds.
Julie sat back onto her knees. She felt weird. Whatever Fearne had just done she had done well. It was like she had taken what Julie had been too afraid to believe and say it. ‘From the mouth of babes.’ She thought dryly. Her misdirected anger which she had wanted to hurl at Fearne suddenly felt silly and juvenile she realised that she been only moments away from a temper tantrum and when one is wearing a wet diaper that wouldn’t have been the most mature thing to do. Especially when she wanted to grow up and be a bigger girl than Fearne.
Fearne watched Julie reason out what had just happened. The younger girl kept cocking her head from side to side and dragging her fingers through her unstyled hair. Fearne might have had to share her baby experience with Julie but that didn’t mean she had to be dumb about it. It was when Claire disappeared that Fearne felt herself growing up. Deep down she guessed that it was an extreme reaction similar to what Julie was going through but as Fearne wanted to be the baby she didn’t have the same pretence and instead it was the same acceptance that had registered behind Julie’s eyes.
Claire dragged a brush through her hair. She wanted to look as put together as possible the more mature she looked the more the difference between her and Fearne would be noticeable. That was the reason she had towel dried Fearne and Julie’s hair. Even if they hadn’t washed them they would still looked dishevelled and childlike. She also knew that the breakfast Julie had prepared would be cold by now but then it would be ending up down the back of Fearne’s diaper, Claire wanted to see what she looked like crawling around with a load in her diaper even if it was simulated.
Fearne and Julie sat in the pen listening as Claire clomped down the stairs. Fearne looked at her little sister with a frown. She was wearing the new top her uncle had bought Fearne and it was very grown up. Couple with the fact the Claire was wearing Fearne’s hipsters she looked almost as old as Fearne with her makeup done. ‘Well she looks as old as I was.’ Fearne thought with a sly smile.
Claire noticed the smile from her big sister and shot her a puzzled glance. “Why you smiling Missy? Or is it gas?” She laughed mocking her big sister. Fearne just gave a little smirk and said nothing. “Oh good you remembered or little chat about not talking. I guessed I would only have to threaten you.” Claire said sounding superior. “Now kiddies who’s hungry?”