Intimism, Chapter 10

[Standard Content Warning: This is an ABDL story blog, that means stories on this page contain diapers, diaper usage (like, lots of it), infantilism and the like! In addition, mental and physical manipulation, bondage and nonconsensual or dubiously consensual employment of all of the above themes and many others may also apply. Viewer discretion is advised.] 

 “Here we are!”

Inara spoke in a sing-song voice as she returned to Evie and Amaya’s nursery, holding a plastic package in her arms. She tore it open and pulled out its contents, or at least one of its contents. Evie recognized it, or at least she thought she did. The big pink square in Inara’s hand looked similar to the big white squares that, once unfolded, placed under their butts and taped up, became their diapers. But this big pink square was, uh, really big.

“You’ve been having little stinkers in your diapers a bit more often, haven’t you, Amaya?” Inara asked as she ripped open the tapes of Amaya’s diaper and opened it up, then set to the task of getting the girl cleaned up. Evie made herself look away - she refused to get used to this part. Nonetheless, plenty of wipes and some liberally applied oil and a few puffs of fresh powder later, Amaya was no worse for the wear and her twice-full diaper was discarded. “That’s a couple of times now you’ve had to go poop in a diaper you’d already done that in, isn’t it, Amaya?” She asked, twirling her finger around Amaya’s stomach and giving it a little poke with her index finger.

“….mmmm…” Amaya had been there for all of this, so she was aware that Inara’s recounting of events was factual. She seemed to appreciate the little poke on the stomach, though.

“And you don’t like having to get up to go get a change if you’re doing something you like, like snuggling with Evie or Inara or having a bottle, do you, Amaya?”

“Mmm-mmm.” Amaya shook her head. On that score, she seemed to agree rather easily. Evie grimaced as it sunk in just how often Amaya was messing herself and just how little she seemed to care about it.

“And that’s all fine, dear, but your diapers aren’t going to hold up much longer if you keep treating them like that, so…” She lifted Amaya’s legs up and unfolded the big pink square. She slid it under Amaya’s bottom and then let her legs down, but, Amaya’s butt just kinda…stayed elevated a few inches off of the table. Amaya seemed to notice she wasn’t laying completely flat against the table anymore and raised her head a bit as Inara puffed some additional powder on her and into her new diaper, then started pulling it up.

“Well, these ones should take care of that,” Inara said as she pulled up the middle of the diaper and then applied the three tapes on each side, securing it into place. Amaya wriggled a bit on the table and even from her position in the crib, Evie could tell why. She was getting used to the huge bulk of her new diapers. They were clearly bigger and thicker, from the higher waistband to the way they bulged out more in the front, pushed her legs apart even more than the last ones had and especially puffed outwards in the back, the way the padding was so thick it just pushed her bottom up off the ground.

Amaya lifted herself up, then dropped back down onto her bottom on the changing table, releasing a couple particles of powder from the leg holes, which had a ring of white frills around each one.

“….mmmm.” Amaya seemed content with her new diapers. Inara picked her up off of the table and set her on the ground, where she patiently waited for Inara to go let Evie out of the crib.

“Would you like one too, Evie?” Inara asked as she lifted Evie out of the crib and took her to the changing table.

“Mmmmhhuuuh?” Evie asked around her pacifier. Inara chuckled and popped it out of her mouth. Evie instinctively pushed her tongue around her mouth a bit - it hadn’t occurred to her how much that thing would tire her jaw out until she’d had it in there for an entire night.

“I’ll just wash this before I give it back to Amaya,” she said. Well, at least somebody was concerned with pacifier hygiene. “As for you,” she said. She held up another of the big pink squares. “Do you want one too?”

“I…u-uh….” Evie stammered as she stared at the diaper in Inara’s hand.

“Do you like it?” Inara asked as she unfolded it. Evie couldn’t help but stare at it. It was solid pink, with frills along the leg holes and the waist band. The diaper she was currently wearing had the two MagiHeart warriors, Sun and Moon on it. The pink one had their two fairy sidekicks on it.

“…i-it’s pink, like my panties were…” Evie said without really thinking about it. 

“That’s right, they are!” Inara said. “I know you miss your pink panties, dear, will wearing this make you feel a little better?” She asked. Evie furrowed her brow for a bit…then shook her head.

“I…I just wanna keep wearing these,” she said. Inara smiled and nodded.

“Of course, dear,” she said. “It looks like you wet a couple times, let’s get you changed too, okay?” She asked and tore open Evie’s diaper, which was much less of a disaster than Amaya’s, so the clean-up wasn’t nearly as involved. By the time another at this point familiar white diaper was taped up around her, it was sinking into Evie’s head just how silly that had all been.

‘I can’t believe wearing diapers has become preferable now because they’re not the thickest, craziest diapers I could be wearing….and I almost said I wanted to wear those ones!’ She didn’t know how, she’d made sure to look away while Amaya was getting cleaned up, but she had managed to be captivated when Inara had started changing her into that pink fairy diaper.

‘Ugh….stupid diapers are getting into my brain…!’ She grimaced as she was picked up off of the changing table. Soon, she would realize she would’ve preferred the distraction.

—

It was about halfway through breakfast (she had oatmeal, Amaya had a bottle), before she remembered what was coming. Inara asked what they wanted to do. Evie had no answer, Amaya wanted to keep watching MagiHeart, so they went back to the living room. Inara sat down in her easy chair and brought Amaya into it with her. With her (freshly clean) pacifier in her mouth, her arms wrapped around Inara and watching MagiHeart on the TV, Amaya seemed to be doing quite well. She whimpered a bit at the sound of the storm, but didn’t seem to need her headphones just yet. She looked pretty content, all things considered.

Evie, meanwhile, had been staring at the paper in front of her for about…an hour, now. She felt a giant hole in the pit of her stomach. It was just a piece of paper and a box of crayons, but they both filled her with utter horror.  This picture was a little different from the last couple. It was of Amaya again, but she was no longer dressed up as her favorite magical girl, MagiHeart Moon, she was wearing a onesie that had fake butterfly wings on the back, indicating she was more pretending to be one of the cutesy fairy mascots than the cool warrior of justice. She was also wearing very thick-looking diapers that the onesie did nothing to hide and she had a pacifier in her mouth.

Evie turned her head and looked at Amaya. She was sat in Inara’s lap in just a pink t-shirt and her thick pink fairy diapers, not even wearing any pajama bottoms to cover the latter up anymore. She wasn’t exactly in the outfit in this picture, but Evie had a hard time imagining Amaya would object to something like it at this point, either. If Evie colored in this picture, Inara would show it to Amaya and she would just get worse.

‘But if I don’t…I’ll get worse instead.’ Evie swallowed as she kept watching Amaya. She watched Amaya fidget and wriggle a bit in Inara’s arms. When her cheeks puffed out around the huge shield of her pacifier, Evie suddenly realized she knew what was happening. The fact that she knew only made it worse to watch as Amaya pushed out another mess, soiling her new fairy diapers a couple hours, if that, after getting changed into them?

“Feel better, dear?” Inara asked as she rubbed Amaya’s back.

“Mmmm.” Amaya nodded as she wiggled a bit more and sat on Inara’s lap again.

“You like how you can make your little stinkers in your new diapers and not have to worry about a change for a while, don’t you?” She asked. “You just want to sit here with Inara, don’t you?”

“Mmmmmmmm.” Amaya let out a noise of agreement as she nodded again, now in a comfortable position and  unconcerned with the mushy mess in her seat. Watching that unfold was just about all Evie needed to see. She shook her head and pushed both the crayons and the page away. She just couldn’t do it.

Eventually, Inara was no longer focusing her attention entirely on Inara and glanced at the still blank coloring page. It was clear Evie hadn’t even started yet. Inara looked over at her.

“Don’t you want to do any coloring today, Evie?” She asked. Evie swallowed - that was her final warning, she guessed. She forced herself not to think about the choice she was making and emphatically shook her head. Inara gave her a slightly lopsided smile.

“That’s alright, dear, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

It took Evie a moment to realize she was holding her breath. The anticipation was killing her. She tried to remember, had the accidents and other effect all been instantaneous all of the other times she’d “failed” one of Inara’s assignments? They’d all been pretty fast, from what she could remember. How would she know when something was gonna happen or no—

“Nnn….”

She felt a sudden cramp in her stomach. She tried to get up, but she didn’t even stand up from the couch before she felt her guts angrily churning. She tried to stand up again  but the cramps got so bad, she had to sit back down. She leaned forward, but not in another attempt to get off of the couch.

Any thought of making it to the bathroom was gone at this point. Now, Evie couldn’t even make it to her feet before her body started pushing. Still in a sitting position, Evie felt the wave of mess pushing into her diaper, then immediately pushing back against her bottom, with her seated position leaving it nowhere else to go. Evie let out a little groan as she finished loading the seat of her diaper, but something felt off. She placed a hand on her stomach. At the very least, after messing herself thus far, she’d felt the tiniest sense of bittersweet relief that her stomach was no longer tied up in knots. That wasn’t happening this time. Her insides were still churning and after a second, she realized they were still cramping.

That was because she wasn’t done.

“Nnn…” ‘Oh, come on!’ She pleaded to nobody in particular, which was good, because nobody was listening. She leaned forward on the couch again and started pushing out a second wave of mush, which only worsened the state of her diaper further. Crinkling, crackling noises came from Evie’s diaper as the mess slowly crawled up her bottom towards the waistband and pushed between her legs. A third push and a final, mercifully smaller wave made the seat of the diaper, now stained and discolored from its previous pristine fluffy white. If she were standing, it would've sagged downwards, but because she was sitting it was all flattened and mushed back against her bottom, squishing up towards the waistband and down between her legs. To add insult to injury, she realized she’d started wetting somewhere in there too, but she didn’t know exactly when, with the warm, wet feeling having already been spreading over the front of her diaper for a few seconds now, at least.

Evie couldn’t do anything but whimper and whine as her body finished pushing out the last remnants of this small disaster into both ends of her increasingly ruined diaper. This might’ve been even worse than Amaya’s twice-full diaper from this morning. It was definitely worse than any accident Evie had had thus far, even her other messy accidents. Every moment on the couch just squished the huge mess against every part of her poor bottom even more, so she forced herself off of the couch and into a standing position. The heavy seat of her diaper clearly sagged against her shorts, which were already slipping a bit from Evie’s waist.

She’d pretty much gotten what she expected from refusing to color in the picture. She tried not to worry about the future implications of this, which was pretty easy, because honestly, she had only one concern at the moment. She looked at Inara, tears dotting her eyes. She knew she looked pitiful, she knew she was asking her own jailer for help, she didn’t much care. She just wanted one thing.

“C…can I have a change?” She asked. And if Inara said anything but, ‘yes, let’s go change you, right now!’, Evie was pretty sure she was either gonna punch her in the face or start crying. One of the two. No inbetween. Inara, for her part, had very obviously been watching Evie’s entire disastrous accident as it unfolded and just  fixed her with an expression that Evie could only interpret as amused sympathy.

“Oh, did you have a little stinker of your own, Evie?” She asked. Evie didn’t think there was anything little about it, but that was besides the point. Inara patted her easy chair. “You don’t have to feel bad, dear. Would you like to sit with me and Amaya?” She asked. Evie just furrowed her brow - and the choice between ‘Punch’ or ‘Cry’ turned out to be…

“Y…yeah.”

It turned out to be neither. Evie gave a little sniff and walked over to the chair. Inara helped her up and sat her down on the opposite side of the now slightly cramped chair from Amaya. Evie winced and whined as she sat right back down on her huge mess. She gave a little shake of her head.

“Nnn….c-can I have a change, please?!” She asked a little more urgently.

“Are you sure you want a change, dear?” Inara asked, stroking her hair. “Amaya’s a little messy too, and she’s doing okay…” She added. Evie would’ve been lying if she said she didn’t like the soft touch on the back of her head, but she tried to stay focused.

‘I wouldn’t call this “little”! Darn it, I’m not even asking to not be put into another diaper anymore, just change me out of this one…’ Evie agonized internally. Even as she was unable to stop thinking about how gross it felt sitting in her mess, it was getting harder to ignore how nice Inara’s hand repeatedly stroking her hair felt too.

“I know you had to give Amaya her paci back. Are you ready to have your own, dear? Would that make it a bit better?” She asked.

“Y…yeah,” Evie said with a nod. Inara smiled at her.

“That’s what I thought, dear.” Evie groaned inside. She really did try to make herself refuse and ask again for a change. Instead she opened her mouth as a huge pacifier, with a huge bulb and a huge shield, was popped into her mouth. And as if she was picking up right where she left off last night, Evie gave it one suck, then two…then the pacifier started moving back and forth as Evie seemed to settle down more.

“…mmm,” she said into the pacifier as it started moving more rhythmically. Inara gave her a kiss on the top of her head.

“That’s a good girl,” she said  and Evie knew it should’ve annoyed her that those words actually made her feel better, but after a couple more sucks on her pacifier, she was having a hard time managing to keep her dander up. Every few minutes, she tried to move. Even she wasn’t totally sure if she was trying to stand up or just find a more comfortable position, as if that was possible, but every time she did, another couple rubs or a quick squeeze from Inara and she settled down, sitting back down in her overfull seat and squishing her bottom into her own sludge-y mess. Each time, it got another whine out of Evie. She couldn’t escape the discomfort of her messy diaper no matter what she did, but a few sucks from her pacifier and a soft touch from Inara seemed to rob her of the capability to even try. She was fussing a bit more than Amaya, but for the next couple hours, both of them seemed all too willing to just stew in their diapers.

—-

Evie’s face was bright red by the time she was laid down on the changing table, prior to her nap. Amaya signaled no interest in a change and Inara had specifically mentioned her diapers could handle more, so she was put straight into the crib. Evie supposed in some way she was lucky she was getting a change at all. When she Inara approaching the table with one of those huge pink squares, she didn’t feel very lucky.

“Remember you said you liked them because they were pink?” Inara said. “Just like your favorite panties?” Evie didn’t think that was an entirely accurate recollection of events, but she just grumbled into her pacifier as Inara untaped what Evie was pretty sure was going to be her last of the “normal” white diapers. She couldn’t believe she was feeling forlorn about losing her diapers because she was going into even bigger diapers. But that was what she’d been reduced to. The cleaning was long and thorough, as spending over two hours in her heavily full diaper, cramped into that easy chair with two other people had predictably made it an utter disaster. Evie just stared at the ceiling and tried not to think about it. Tried not to think about how far she’d fallen in just a few days.

She really tried not to think about how, as her butt was lifted up and set onto the padding of the huge pink diaper, that once this one was taped up, she might wind up filling it even worse than the last one and it might take even longer for her to get a change.

“And here’s some powder for Evie…” Inara cooed as she squeezed an extra puff into the diaper and between Evie’s legs before she started taping it up. It felt even bigger than it looked. Evie’s bottom couldn’t even lay flat against the surface of the table and her legs were pushed apart so far she was definitely gonna look weird when she walked. It was just a…huge pink mass, hugging her waist. She couldn’t help putting a hand on it and pushing down a bit. It was so soft, but the padding was so thick, she couldn’t even really make an indent with her hand.

“How does that feel, dear, nice and snug?” She asked.

“….i-it’s soft…” Evie said, pushing her pacifier out a bit so she could talk. It didn’t occur to her until after she said that that she hadn’t even tried to ask for another one of her “normal” diapers. It probably wouldn’t have made a big difference.

“Yes, it’s very soft, isn’t it?” Inara agreed, putting her hand on Evie’s and guiding it a bit in rubbing the front of the diaper some more. “I think they’re much more comfortable for girls like you, honestly. I’m glad you like them.”

“M…mmmn,” Evie said, her pacifier sliding halfway back into her mouth. She furrowed her brow - she didn’t think she’d ever said she liked them, but  she was having a hard time summoning the energy to object. She couldn’t help her mind from wandering back to how soft and fluffy everything around her waist and between her legs felt, encircled by the huge amount of padding.

“Alright, now let’s get you down for your nap — oh,” Inara had started to pick Evie up, but stopped when she saw Evie’s pacifier fall all the way back into her mouth along with her eyes narrowing. The girl’s cheeks turned pink and she made eye contact with Inara as she realized what was about to happen. She quickly turned her head away.

“Nnnnmmmph….!” She grunted and closed her eyes, raising her legs up a bit. She felt a fresh wave of mess pushing into her diaper and forming a soft lump in the seat of her massive pink padding. As the back of her diaper started to fill with wet mush again, Evie felt her face burn. She couldn’t figure out what was worst about this moment. She was pooping herself for the second time this morning. She was pooping herself right in front of Inara. She was pooping herself on her changing table, right after being changed! The very small mercy was that it didn’t turn out to be quite as bad of a mudslide as her first accident this morning, but that was small mercy indeed, and the light little chuckle she was hearing from Inara told her that it was probably the only mercy she was getting.

“Oh, Evie….” Inara said, stroking the girl’s cheek as Evie still refused to look back at her. “A little stinker right after you got all cleaned up. You didn’t do that on purpose, did you?”

“Mmmmn!” Evie immediately shook her head.

“Oh, are you sure, dear? I promise I won’t be upset if you decided you wanted a warm squishy seat to help you take your nap,” Inara cooed. This wasn’t the first time she had insinuated Evie was messing herself on purpose. Evie just groaned into her pacifier. The stuff Inara suggested had a way of turning out to be true, Evie really hoped that idea didn’t wind up taking up any space in her mind.

“Nnn-nnn! Nnn-nnn!” Evie insisted, shaking her head as ferociously as she could.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry for teasing, my heart,” Inara said, sounding sincere, but Evie could tell she was stifling another laugh. “I don’t mean to make fun of you.” And for someone whose effort of cleaning up an utter disaster of a messy diaper had just been totally wasted after about 60 seconds, Inara seemed to be in quite a good humor about all of this. “Okay, that’s enough excitement, let’s get you down for your nap with Amaya, hm?” She asked, starting to put her hands under Evie’s arms. That got Evie to look back at her.

“Mmmph!” Evie exclaimed. Then she pushed her pacifier partially out again. “C-can I please have another change…!” She asked. After just spending two hours in a messy diaper, she really, really didn’t want to go back to being stuck in another one.

“Oh, dear,” Inara said in a resigned tone. “You know we have to have enough diapers for you and Amaya, and if you two are going to be fudging your fairy diapers this often, we’re going to have to change you a little less or you’ll go through them all in no time. We can’t get anymore until the storm is gone, dear,” she said. When Evie started to object, Inara lightly pushed her pacifier back in. Instead of complaining, Evie took a couple mournful sucks and her eyes fell. Inara took her and put her in the crib next to Amaya, who had been quietly watching all of this unfold. Evie expected her to just pull the bars up, but much worse than that, she went over to the ruleboard and started writing. That was never good and unsurprisingly, it wasn’t this time either. When Inara was finished writing, Evie felt her heart sink.

[Evie and Amaya get one change per day.]

“I think this is for the best,” Inara said as she rubbed Evie’s head, then guided both girls down onto their pillow. “If you spend a little more time with your squishy bottom, I think you’ll get used to it, dear. Amaya has and she doesn’t mind.” Amaya in fact, did not mind. Her diaper was just about as messy as Evie’s and she was laying on her back just fine, already drifting off with her doll in hand. Inara handed Evie her own doll and Evie groaned…but she took it and laid there, allowing Inara to pull her blanket up.

Once the bars of the crib were up and the lights were out,  Evie felt another twinge in her stomach and she didn’t even put up any resistance this time. She pushed and another small mess added to the amount already in her diaper. She had been just about as messy as Amaya, that probably made her worse off. She half-glanced in the direction of the ruleboard. The door was closed and the lights were out, so she couldn’t see it, but she knew in her heart, she wasn’t getting another change today. She was gonna have to mentally prepare herself for a messy naptime and the way things were going, probably a lot more in her near future.