Baby on Board

[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.] 

[This is a story written based off a prompt in a Bluesky post by omutsuryuu! Enjoy!]

With all due respect to Garfield, you think Thursday is way worse than Monday.

Monday sure isn’t great, but it has a couple things going for it. Your batteries are at least semi-charged from the weekend. You have Monday Night Football to look forward to, and you don’t realize how bad of an idea staying up late to watch it is going to be until your alarm goes off at 6:20 AM on Tuesday. Thursday comes after the week has already thoroughly beaten you down and you’re still two full days of work away from the weekend, which paradoxically feels like you’ve already been through a full week but still have half the damn week to go! And Thursday Night Football always really stinks compared to Monday Night Football. Except you always stay up late to watch it and you still always pay for it at 6:20 AM on Friday.

Wake up at 6:20. Shower and shove some coffee and microwaved breakfast down your throat. Be at the bus stop by 7:25. Ride the bus for an hour. Get to the office right before 8:30 to start the work day. Work until 5. Get on the bus home at 5:15. Ride the bus for an hour (more if there’s a lot of stops and traffic, which, it’s right after 5, so there usually is). Get home around 6:20-6:30.

While shoveling down your breakfast this morning, you briefly thought back to that blessed period where the company sent most of the office workers home to work remotely. Where you could just roll out of bed at 8:27, open your laptop, then close it again at 5:00. Then a couple months ago, they abruptly ended the remote work policy, which meant it was back on the bus for you. You thought about quitting and finding another job, but you really don’t have the money saved up to just go job searching right now. You spent enough time fondly reminiscing about those couple years of remote work and futilely flipping through Indeed on your phone that you almost missed something important. It was raining outside.

See, you had a theory. When the weather was bad, fewer people left home. A lot of people didn’t have a choice, obviously, but at least some of them did, which meant some amount of fewer people would be on the road and getting on the bus. Less traffic and fewer stops meant the bus would, on average, go through its route faster. Not much faster, just a minute or two. Something like this could be circumvented by just going to the bus stop a lot earlier. Sure, it sucked standing in the rain for an extra 5-10 minutes, but what choice did you have.

When you did notice the rain, you shoved your phone in your pocket and finished leaving as soon as possible. As you rushed down the sidewalk, raincoat half falling off, you turned the corner just in time to see the bus driving away….past your stop. You looked at your phone and see 7:19. You stomped your foot on the ground once. It briefly occurred to you that that puddle you dashed through on the way here had by this point fully soaked through your shoes and into your socks.

You absentmindedly unlocked your phone and scrolled through your apps. You couldn’t really afford to pay for a rideshare to work right now, but you really couldn’t afford to be late, so waiting for the next bus isn’t an option. You checked the prices on Uber, then on Lyft. Lyft was cheaper, but had a longer wait time, so you groaned and just picked Uber. Uber buffered for a minute as it searched for a driver. The driver it found was finishing another ride somewhere and their arrival was several minutes later than what Lyft was quoting you, muchless what Uber was originally saying. Your groaned and went to cancel the Uber ride. A warning popped up.

[Your ride has already been accepted. If you cancel now, you will be charged a cancellation fee. Do you still want to cancel?]

You groaned again and click no. You looked at the arrival time and did some quick math. If you ran back home…well, you wouldn’t be able to like, sit down or anything, but maybe you could quickly dry off and at least change your socks so you wouldn’t be walking around with soggy feet all day. So you grabbed the little pick-up pin on the app and tried to move it to your apartment building. Another warning popped up.

[Your pick-up location has already been confirmed. If you change your pick-up location now, the cost of your ride will be increased by the altered distance. Do you still want to change your pick-up location?]

Your grip on your phone tightened for a few seconds. You felt your eye twitch a couple times. You forced out a breath through gritted teeth and, again, clicked no.

Which brings you to your present state. Standing in the February rain, checking your phone every 30 seconds, hoping it’s been more than 30 seconds since you last checked. Your hands are cold. Your face is cold. Your feet are freezing. You’re paying 22 dollars (plus the five dollar tip that your conscience absolutely will not allow you to not leave, regardless of the quality of the ride) that you can’t afford and technically, your work day hasn’t even started yet.

You really wish you didn’t have to go to work today.

You really wish you just didn’t have to go to work.

After a minute or so of feeling sorry for yourself, you pull out your phone again and your eyes bug out. Your ride was canceled. You frantically scroll and tap through menus trying to figure out what happened. Your mind is already racing - you’ll have to request another ride now. Are you going to get double charged now? Are you even going to make it to work on time now?

Your thoughts are abruptly stopped when you hear your name called and look up. There’s a car on the street in front of you, a woman is leaning out of her window and calling your name again. You look at her car and see an Uber sticker on the back windshield, next to, of all things, a Baby on Board sticker. You let out a breath of relief.

“Y…yeah, that’s me,” you say and approach her car.

“Oh, good!” The woman lets out a breath of relief and unlocks the door, which you grab.

“I…I was afraid for a second there that the ride had gotten canceled,” you say as you open the door.

“Oh, you know. Apps,” the woman huffs and waves a hand dismissively. Sounds like the same thing happened on her end, which makes your brow furrow a bit in worry.

“Are you…gonna be able to get paid then?” For some reason, the idea of shutting up and taking a potential free ride that, reminder, you really can’t afford to be paying for, just doesn’t occur to you. The woman gives you a slightly incredulous smirk.

“Honey, I know how to make sure the app pays me, please stop standing in the rain and shivering like that and get in the car.” You feel your face flushing.

“S-sorry,” you murmur and get into the car. Your eyes hang on the Baby on Board sticker next to the Uber sticker for a few seconds. So, a mom that uses the family car to pick up some extra money on the side doing rideshares, you guess? That makes sense, although you can’t help but idly wonder where the baby is right now since it’s clearly not with its mom right now.

You let out a breath of relief as you close the door and sit down, buckling yourself in. It’s true that you’re spending money you don’t really have on this ride, but at least you’re out of the rain and on your way. You can feel the heat blasting from the front seat and you already feel warmer and dryer. You close your eyes for a few seconds…

Wait, actually, you feel a lot warmer and dryer. You briefly wiggle your feet and all of the cold sopping sensations from running through that puddle are gone. Your hair doesn’t feel wet anymore.

You open your eyes. You look down at yourself. Your wet clothes are gone, replaced with dry ones that are….different. You have velcro sneakers on your feet now. You’re wearing a striped pink-and-white long-sleeved t-shirt and over that a set of denim overalls that end in a skirt. You’re not sure what’s happening - did you just fall asleep the second you sat down in this car? Are you really that stressed out and sleep-deprived?

You start fidgeting around when you blink and feel something underneath you. You look down and before you can try to figure out what the source of that feeling is, you’re stopped by the sight of your seat now being different now too. You’re buckled into a booster seat, like, for a little toddler, except, it’s sized to fit you, for some reason? That definitely wasn’t there when you sat down!

“Wmmmppphhh!”

You blink a couple more times. Only once you hear your own muffled speech do you realize that there’s something in your mouth. A big rubber pacifier bulb. It only just now vaguely occurs to you that you think you might’ve been unconsciously sucking on it prior to noticing…whatever it is that’s going on.

Either way, your muffled grumblings are enough to catch the attention of the woman in the front seat. She looks back at you.

“Is everything okay back there?” She asks. The car comes to a stop and she leans out of her seat to stretch her hand back. You realize too late her hand is going in between your legs, under your overall’s skirt and just grabbing a handful of the….yes, the very thick padding down there between your leg. Your attention is dragged back to what is definitely the most dramatic of the many very confusing changes you’re feeling right now, a very thick diaper between your legs.

“Still dry!” The woman says in a chipper voice. She looks up at you and sees the distressed look on your face. “Oh, you’re a little confused, aren’t you honey?” She asks. You murmur something into your pacifier. One of your hands tries to swat hers away. Your other tries to pull out the pacifier. You have it out for all of a second before she’s taking it out of your hand and lightly popping it back in. You reach your hands up to grab it again, but all of a sudden, you wince and feel your hands curling into fists. Before you know it, your cheeks puff out around the pacifier and you find yourself shifting positions until you’re squatting in your booster seat. First, you feel something release as a hissing sound comes from between your legs. Then, you feel something in your body start to push as something warm and mushy invades your seat.

“Oh, my, there it is,” the woman says, letting out a fond little chuckle into her hand as you very obviously flood and fill your diaper from your booster seat. She strokes your head a couple times as your accident continues. When your pants-ruining deed is finally done, you fall back into a sitting position, immediately wincing and whimpering when you feel your bottom land in the mess you just made. Before you got into you car, your underwear was pretty much the only part of you that wasn’t wet and dirty, now it’s the only part of you that is.

“Don’t worry, honey,” the woman says. “We have a lot of errands to run today, but once they’re all done, Mommy will change you into a fresh diaper before your nap. Doesn’t that sound nice? Running errands with mommy, napping, playing…it sounds better than going to work, doesn’t it?” She asks. Your brow furrows and your eyes widen. She notices it.

“Mommy heard what a nasty morning you were having, sweetie. And mommy heard you make your wish and she thought it was a very fair wish, so she decided to grant it. So you don’t have to worry about work. All you have to do is spend time with mommy and nap and play…” She taps a finger to her lips and lets out a little giggle. “Well, and make stinkies in your diaper, too.” You blush and whimper into your pacifier.

You remember standing there in the rain, desperately wishing you didn’t have to go to work today. You blink and furrow your brow a bit. You think back to that moment. You think back to exactly what you were thinking at that moment.

…

…

….oh, boy.

You look up. The woman, ‘Mommy’ is fixing you with a positively angelic smile (in fact, if you didn’t know any better, you would be pretty sure you could see a little ring of light above her head when you’re looking at her from just the right angle…). An angelic smile that…turns a little mischievous when she sees the expression on your face.

“Oh…were you wondering which of your wishes Mommy granted, honey?” You stare at her, hanging on her every word, waiting for her to elaborate…and she giggles and turns back around, back into the driver’s seat. The car starts again. “We’ve got a lot of errands to take care of today, we’d better get started!” You let out a whine as the car starts moving. It hits a little bump in the road and rocks you, reminding you of your mushy seat, getting another groan out of you.

If you accept the premise that this….person(?) can read minds and grant wishes, which you can’t really dispute at this point, and that she granted your wish to not have to work by turning you into her Baby on Board, then…it’s actually a really, really, important distinction which of your thoughts she was turning into reality.

You really wish you didn’t have to go to work today.

You really wish you just didn’t have to go to work.

‘Didn’t have to go to work today’ was just that. Today. As in one day. ‘Just didn’t have to go to work’ was…significantly more open-ended, wasn’t it?!

As ‘Mommy’ drives you both through the rain to whatever her first errand is and you sit there in your dirty diaper, fretting over whether this bizarre experience is going to last one day or potentially much longer, you do the only thing you can think of to calm yourself down. You start sucking on your pacifier.