Diaper Store Intern 2: Dressed to Impress (lesbian ABDL)

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Emma felt air halt in her lungs, almost as though it were hardening to bronze, she caught a glimpse in the antique mirror leaning against the wall, so ashamed and embarrassed of herself she couldn’t process it. As she fastened my belt, she said, “Now I’ll expect to see you every morning and afternoon. If I don’t, I’ll have you called here on the PA. Your mother makes it quite clear that you must be changed at both recess times.” Every citizen across every nation is classified into one of three: Little, Caregiver, Baseline. As royalty and heir to the throne Prince Zuko's classification is pulled forward. Zuko had his life mapped out in front of him; a journey which changes course when he's classified as a Little - a decision which clashes with his father's insistence he come out as Baseline. Series Emma finally has it all. A high-paying, high-stress job; nice home, nice things, and a woman she is madly in love with. Emma has worked hard to move forward from her traumatic adolescence and teenage years. It wasn’t easy being a young Emma Swan for a multitude of reasons, one of them more embarrassing than the others.

The rest of the afternoon went pretty much like that, until I started to feel the need to make a BM. I knew I had diapers on, but I didn’t want to make a mess in them at Dave’s house! They’d smell it, of course, and it would be really embarrassing. So I tried to hold it in. Sitting on my foot helped. The muscle spasms made me wet a little, but I knew the diaper could handle that.I saw other kids, also on their way to school. They looked at me, but no more intently than usual, I hoped. I caught up with two of my friends.

This was the culmination of everything Camryn had ever dreamed of. It was the confluence of her deepest desires and her hard work coming together through careful planning and a bit of string pulling. She had known from the beginning that fulfilling her dreams would require not just wealth, but power and influence. As reasonable as that was, Christy still wasn't having it and she shook her head vehemently. "No! I'm not wearing a diaper, Stacy! Absolutely not!"Yes mummy I am” replied Harriet. “I did a pee pee in my diapers like a baby” said Harriet in a baby voice. I swallowed again. What would happen if the other kids at school found out about it? What would my friends say? My mind found ways to rationalize everything. The kids at school would tease me, but I thought I could take it. And if my friends were really my friends, they’d stay my friends no matter what. Once again, I said, “Yes.” She felt the cramp cause a push in her bowels and she helplessly spread her legs to accommodate what she knew was coming next. She let out a bit of a grunt as the cramp forced another push in her bowels, only this time it was accompanied by a warm mush spreading into the seat of her pull-up. She once again felt frozen in place as her body forced the large mess into her pull-up. By the time it was done spreading across her bottom, she felt the familiar warmth between her legs as her bladder gave out as well, soaking her now messy pull-up. I felt so helpless and babylike! This was, however, a feeling that I liked, for some reason, in a way, kind of. My bowels no longer hurt, but I felt what I was sure was a huge mess under my pants. I was going to let go of my bladder too, but I found out that I already had. I was wet and messy. “Wow!” I thought. “Just like a baby.”