Diaper Daycare 4 (A Girlfriend for Sydney)

by Pulsar

Hi, I'm Sydney writing again. If you remember, I wanted to make this girl Corey my girlfriend, who I met at daycare. And as I you know, it's the daycare that makes everyone of all ages wear diapers. But she said she wasn't sure that she would ever want a girlfriend, but still thought of us as best friends. But she did say that she knew of a girl in day care who had a lesbian crush on me. But that stinker Corey wouldn't tell me who it was. She said I would have to find out!

And so, when I returned to school on Monday after a sleepover with Corey, I was still sort of gloomy. I mean, I had sworn she wanted to be my girlfriend. Yet I still heard her voice in my head, over and over saying that someone had a crush on me. I wouldn't have believed it, except it came from my best friend and she's the one girl I'd believe would never lie about something like that.

And so the day passed by slowly as I wondered over and over just who it might be. Images of all the girls running about in their diapers played through my head. I finally began to smile, thinking that any one of them would be a good catch.

But the school day finally ended and I waited for the daycare bus to come by and get me. And once again, Cloe, the school snob came by, mocking us. "Daycare babies! Daycare babies!" she would shout. I swear, it would only be a matter of time before I belted her right in her bratty mouth. But I ignored her for now. My worst nightmare would be if she ever found out that I had to wear diapers at the daycare and spread it all over the school. But ignoring her was easy that day because I was busy trying to figure out which girl had a crush on me. Finally, I boarded the daycare bus with a thrilling rush going through my body, quite sure I would find out who it was that had a crush on me. When we stopped at Corey's school, she got on the bus and stared at me with a wicked smile, as if to say, "I know who it is and you don't so myeh!"

I looked at her once with evil eyes. "Brat!" I said.

"Nympho!" she said back, just loud enough for only me to hear.

"I'm not a nympho," I protested.

"Yeah you are," she said with grin. "I've seen you cum like a volcano!" she said into my ear.

"Well... so have you," I replied back.

"Well then, I guess your new girlfriend is going to have a lot of fun with you," she replied.

I sat quietly for a moment, pretending to not care, until I just couldn't stand it anymore. "Oh c'mon, Corey! Who is it... you panty-wetter, you!"

"I'm not a panty-wetter," she replied. "I don't wear panties. I wear diapers!"

"Just tell me!" I demanded.

"No!" she said. "It's for me to know and you to find out! So you better start asking around today!"

And so I just stared straight ahead for a few moments as we rode down the street. "Oh Corey, I only wish it was you."

"No you don't," she said. "I mean... think about it. Would you really want a girlfriend who'd need diaper changes the rest of your life?"

"Well... if she was as pretty and sweet as you... YES!!!"

Corey smiled and patted me on the head. "Well... maybe you're in for a lifetime of changing diapers anyway. Maybe she's a full-timer!"

I never thought I'd be anxious to arrive at the daycare, but when the bus stopped at the front door, I was eager to start the investigation. Once shed of my clothes and in a proper diaper and gown for the afternoon, I began to mingle. First I approached Brooke because she was so outgoing and talkative. "Hey Brooke," I said with a semi-seductive smile.

"Hi Sydney!" she said. "You seem happy today."

"Oh well... I guess it's just... a good day." Then, I noticed she was wearing some kind of goofy bracelet. "Is that a new bracelet?" I asked.

"Oh yeah. My boyfriend made it in art class!"

Boyfriend?! Bleah! Oh well, I guess that eliminated her. I quickly glanced over at Corey who was sitting down at a small table. She had seen the whole thing. She had a slight grin on her face as she shook her head.

And so I approached Nikki. "Hi Nik-Nik!" I said. "Have a good weekend?"

"Not really," she said with disgust. "I had to help my mom clean the garage... and the scum behind the stove! Eeewww! Double eeeww!"

"Eeeew!" I added. "Maybe next weekend will be better." Suddenly, she spread her feet apart and let out a big sigh of contentment. "What was that about?" I asked.

"I just had a nice pee in my diaper!" she said.

"Ooookay," I replied as I looked toward Corey. Once again, she subtly shook her head 'no.'

And so, I moved onto Bailey. I stared down at her long bare legs, somewhat hoping she was the one. She was her usually friendly self, but gave no hints of having a lesbian crush on me. One glance over at Corey as she watched the whole thing, giving me a 'no' caused my spirits to sink. And so I moved on to the next.

But finally, Nanny Morgan interrupted my 'investigation' a she took me aside. She spoke softly and gently, but her words sent me trembling. "Y'know, Sydney, today would be a good day to paddle your bottom! That way you can stop asking Corey about it!"

I felt my whole insides churn. "Noooo! Pleeeze. I don' wanna spankin'!" I pled as I covered my hands over the back of my diaper. "What'd I do?"

"Oh, it's not that you've been a bad girl," said Morgan. "We just wanna keep you a good girl! And the paddle with help with that."

I was about to cry, but somehow, I just couldn't yet. And so she took me over to the 'special time-out' chair. I was due for a surprise, for there was one thing I never noticed before about the chair-- there was a little thing with a blunt round end sticking up that looked like it was glued to the chair by some kind of strong glue stuff my mom might use on broken dishes and stuff. Anyway, Morgan squirted some gel right on it. "Now, sit down dear, right on that. It goes in your bottom!"

"Noooo, pleeeeze!" I begged. Yet Morgan firmly but gently forced me down, causing that thing to slide right up into me. And there I sat 'impaled' on that chair, feeling that wooden thing inside me. It didn't go that far in, but it made me twitch. I was tearing up in my eyes but I kept squirming about on that rectal dildo, unable to keep still. Every time I moved, it gave me a full feeling.

But that wasn't the only chair like that. There was another in that small room and soon Morgan brought Trang over, leading her by the armpit. Trang fussed the whole time, yet never once released her pacifier. She fussed more when Morgan ripped the diaper off, revealing her little bald slit in front. Yet Morgan gently lowered her down, impaling her bottom on that probe thingy. I could hear Trang fuss and moan when she felt that thing slide in her. Once seated, she remained still for a moment. But soon like me, she began to twitch about.

So there we both sat, side by side in the time-out chairs as Morgan began the group time. Five minutes later, she put her book down, stood up, and reached for the paddle. "Okay Sydney, come here please," she said calmly as she patted her thighs left bare by her skirt.

And so I slowly stood up, feeling rather empty once that probe on the seat of the chair was no longer inside me. The lingering feeling made me walk kind of funny. Anyway, I nervously approached Nanny Morgan as she set the paddle down beside her chair. All at once, she grabbed me and gently pulled me over into position. I put my hands down on the floor to hold myself up and closed my eyes, knowing everyone was looking at me. But then I felt two drops of baby oil land on my bare cheeks, followed by her hand gently massaging it in. "Are you gonna be good for me, Sydney?" she asked.

"Y... yes Morgan," I whimpered as I lay in position. But soon I felt her spread my cheeks apart, and then a tickling finger around my hole. I gasped as I felt it go in.

"Are you sure?" asked Morgan.

"Y... yes, I'll be good, I promise," I said, hoping in vain to talk myself out of a paddling.

But it was for nothing. After feeling her finger inside me for a few moments, I felt the hard wood resting against my bare bottom. And by now, my privates were wet and tingling as I squirmed about on her lap. The gentle pats from the paddle against my bottom only made me squirm more. I grit my teeth when I felt the paddle leave my bottom for a swat. But it was only a gentle one. She teased me with several soft spanks when suddenly, there came a loud 'whack!' A split second later, I felt a hot sting on my bare buns. "Ooooow!" I whined.

There came some more spanks, each one stinging my bottom. But as I winced with each one, my swollen pearl would rub against Morgan's thighs. I realized then that Corey was right. It both hurts and feels good at the same time. And after five swats, I felt her rub my bottom before fingering me again. I knew I would have an orgasm soon if she kept this up. And she did. But the hot swats also brought me to the brink of tears as well. However, after two minutes of spanking and fingering, I passed the point of no return. I grew dizzy as she fingered me and cried out as I knew it would happen. Then a few seconds later, I burst into a raging orgasm, cumming right on Morgan's thighs. I tried to be quiet but I cried out, it was so intense. I felt two hard swats land on my bottom, one on each side. But at that moment, they didn't really hurt because I was cumming hard. It seemed to make the orgasm more powerful.

Once I finished, I felt Morgan's hand rub my hot buns for a few moments before she lifted me back to my feet. She wiped the tears from my eyes with one hand as she squeezed my freshly-spanked bottom (which I figured must have been glowing red) with the other. "That's my good Sydney," she said as she kissed me on the forehead. "You may sit down now."

And so I sat on that carpet, rubbing my hot tingling bottom against it. I hadn't been given my diaper back so all I had was the gown that didn't cover much. But there I sat as Morgan pulled the hapless bashful Trang over her knee. Trang was nearly in tears already but she held her pacifier tight in her mouth. She squirmed all about as Morgan oiled her bottom in preparation for her fate. She whined and fussed as she struggled to twist about to see over her shoulder. She gasped and pouted when Morgan's finger teased her little back door. When she got her first swat which wasn't that hard, she shrieked as if been tortured to death. 'What a wuss!' I thought. However, of all the girls in our group, she was the one I wanted to see spanked most of all. She was petite and cute, and seemed so fragile. I was thrilled and getting all tingly again, just watching that wooden paddle strike her bare buns. She wasn't spanked that hard in spite of all her crying and fussy protests. I figured she was over-reacting. I knew she found some pleasure in it-- she just didn't want to show it.

And in the end, she did shriek loud when she had a huge cum. I could tell she was doing it. But the whole time, she never let go of her pacifier. And once she calmed down from getting spanked and having an orgasm, she staggered on wobbly legs and collapsed to the floor right in front of me. Her bottom glowed with two hot pink ovals, one on each cheek where Morgan had paddled her well. But once she sat down, our group time continued, just as if nothing ever happened.

For the next five minutes, I squirmed about on the carpet, rubbing my spanked bottom against the soft fuzzy feeling. My little pink slit was still moist and I'm sure I left a little wet spot on the floor. But Trang sat in front of me and she squirmed quietly about as well. But finally, Morgan gave us an art project to do. She put our diapers back on after having to sit on the floor on our bare red bottoms. And so I sat down with scissors, glue and markers and got busy. The hard plastic chair against my spanked bottom had somewhat a thrilling sensation to it, and it was a little cold at first against the backs of my bare legs. But it reminded me of how exposed I was. Somehow, it was a nice liberating and natural feeling. Yet suddenly, Trang sat down beside me, noisily sucking her pacifier. She had one foot on the floor with the other in the chair with a bent knee. But I kept on working. A few moments later, I felt her bent knee gently prodding my thigh. And so I slid my chair over to give her more room, yet she slid over too! It was if she were snuggling into me. "How's it going, Trang?" I asked, not expecting her to answer. And she did look at me with her quiet bashful eyes, but said nothing. However, she did prod my thigh again with her knee. And so, I reached down and gently tickled her thigh with my fingertips, savoring the silky feeling of her bare leg. She made a muffled squealing sound, still keeping the pacifier in her mouth.

And so she got busy with her project. Yet as she worked, she prodded me again with her knee. "You little stinker!" I said with a giggle. "If you don't stop, I'll tickle your leg again!" And I once again dared to run my fingertips down her yellowish-tan thigh.

And once again, she made that noise, never bothering to remove her pacifier. Yet I could see her smiling behind it. Eventually, I took a yellow marker and began to draw a flower on her leg, the wet tip causing a tickling sensation on her thigh as I drew. And she sat stone still the whole time, watching me draw with unblinking eyes.

Eventually, she threw her leg over mine as we worked. "Trang! What's gotten into you? I mean... you used to be shy little Trang and now..."

Suddenly, it hit me. I looked at Corey across the table. She gave a big grin, unable to hold back anymore. Then, she gave me a subtle nod 'yes.'

"Corey! You mean... Trang..." I looked at Trang who shyly turned away when our eyes met. "Oh-mah-gawd," I said with a giggle. I couldn't believe it! Of all people, Trang! She had a crush on me! A tingling surge went through my body. As I looked at her, and then down at her cute bare legs, I figured I could definitely live with that! "So Trang, you uh... wanna hang out some time?" I dared to ask.

She looked at me with those shy eyes, as if she wanted to run and hide. Yet she smiled nervously behind her pacifier. "Oh... okay," she said quietly.

And so, I dared to lean forward to whisper in her ear. "If you come over to my place, wear shorts so I can tickle your legs," I said, before quickly nibbling her ear with my lips.

She shrieked and blushed a beet-red on her cheeks.

Corey didn't hear what I said, but she covered her mouth as she giggled. I looked daggers at her. "You brat!" I said again. Yet I didn't want to let Trang know that Corey had told me about a secret crush.

But Corey just held her hand over her mouth, however, she soon burst out laughing. "What's so funny?" asked Brooke.

"Oh, I'm just laughing at Sydney," she said. "She uh... made a funny face."

"Ooookaayyy," said Brooke.

But Corey caught her breath. "Oh-mah-gawd. I think I just peed in my diaper again!"

And so it was my turn to giggle. "Uh, Nanny Morgan!" I cried out. "Corey's wet!"

And so Morgan came over to our table. "Corey, you need a change, honey?"

"I... I guess so," she said.

"Anybody else wet?"

"Well, I will be in a minute," said Brooke.

"And what about you, Trang?" asked Morgan.

But Trang only shook her head 'no,' still clinging to her pacifier.

"I'll check her," I said. And thus I boldly slid my hand down the front of her diaper. A chilling rush went through me when I felt those little lips against my finger, covered with silky-smooth flesh and a slippery dampness that wasn't pee! Trang let out soft moan when she felt my fingers explore. "No, she's not wet right now," I said. "At least not with pee!"

"Oh, I see!" said Morgan with a peculiar look on her face. "Trang? Are you a little excited? Do you have some 'happy-juice' down there?"

Trang bashfully shook her head. But Morgan motioned her. "C'mon Trang. Let's get you changed."

At that time, Brooke let out a long sigh. "Okay, I'm wet now!" she said.

And soon, the three of them began to follow Morgan to the changing room. However, I did not wish to miss a good view of Trang, and so I pushed a little which caused a slight warm trickle to dampen my own diaper. It wasn't much, but enough to need a change. And so I caught up with them.

Soon, I stood in the doorway of the changing room as Morgan ripped away Trang's diaper. There she lay with her legs in the air and her tiny little pink lips on full display. They were puffy and swollen and her bottom still had some faint pink splotches from her spanking she had received earlier. "Oh my!" gasped Morgan. "Are you in a 'happy' mood today, Trang?" she said as she gently began to wipe her down with a wet wipe.

I was tingling all over once again. Oh, how my hands longed to reach out and touch her. I knew what she wanted. I hardly knew her and she hardly spoke to me, but somehow, I just knew I could give her what she wanted. It was like we were linked telepathically. She looked over at me once with those deep beady eyes of hers as Morgan gently ran the wet wipe over her longing crotch. I squeezed my own muffin as I watched Morgan spread those tiny lips open and caress her little clit. Trang closed her eyes and let out a long moan behind her pacifier. It took only a minute of the buzz toy to bring her to her second noisy orgasm of the day. Her body twitched and her legs jolted as I saw her give Morgan a tiny squirt.

"Oh Trang, you're growing up way too fast!" said Morgan as she wiped her charge free of the fresh cum. And then she secured a fresh diaper about her.

Next came Corey's turn. She always remained calm as she lay in position to get her diaper changed, being quite used to it. I stared at her flower betwixt her cute legs, still slightly wishing it was mine to toy with. However, I had Trang now, and was quite content with that.

When Brooke's turn came, she presented a swollen pink little muff. Her clit was huge for a girl her age, yet it was swollen and ready. "Brooke! You too?!" exclaimed Morgan.

"I can't help it," she said with her ever-present 'Elmer Fudd' speech impediment. "I aw-ways get wike this when I see girls get a spanking."

"Well... maybe you should have gotten one too," noted Morgan as she teased that engorged clit with a wet wipe.

"Oh yes!" gasped Brooke. "I'll be weady for a weally hawd spankin' tomowow!" she said as she began to squirm about on the changing bench. And it did not take long for Morgan to bring her off to a wet climax, which brought forth some strange guttural sounds from Brooke.

And so by the time it was my turn on the bench and Morgan had my diaper free, I was throbbing down there. And Morgan could see it right away. "Well, it looks like you're having a rather happy day!" she said. "I think the spanking helped!"

"Ooooh! Ooooh!" I gasped as I felt her gentle fingers fondling my lips and clit. I closed my eyes and soon heard the buzzing sound. Visions of a naked Trang ran through my head. Therefore, it didn't take me long until I too burst into another powerful orgasm of the day, all the while imagining myself naked pressed up agaisnt Trang's smooth nude body.

When I opened my eyes after my volcanic cum, I saw Trang standing right there. She had watched the whole thing with unblinking eyes, just as I had watched her. And so once my clean diaper was in place, I stood on wobbly legs, still recovering my my somewhat painful orgasm.

Trang and I looked at each other. We said nothing. It's was like we didn't have to. Just staring into each other's eyes was like a massive download of information from one mind to another. Naturally, I was feeling somewhat shy, and Trang all the more. And so we slowly took each other by the hand and returned to the classroom. However, we went behind a bookshelf in the reading area, out of view of the group who sat at the tables for a few moments. Still staring each other down silently, we squeezed each other's hand. Then suddenly, Trang finally ejected the pacifier from her mouth. That was the only sign I needed. Slowly, our lips met. We wrapped our arms about each other and soon we were exploring each other's mouths with our tongues. I reached down to squeeze Trang's diapered bottom. She was petite and light weight that soon she leapt upon me and wrapped her cute tanned legs about me, squeezing me tight. I could hear our heavy breathing as we continued to kiss.

But on an unheard cue, we broke off our Sapphic embrace. Yet I leaned to whisper in her ear. "Oh Trang, we've GOT to have a sleep-over," I said softly. "There's sooooo many things we can do."

Trang's face lit up and she smiled the most beautiful smile. She looked several years younger than the rest of us, yet she was ten, just like me. She smiled big at me. She didn't have to say anything. I knew what she was thinking. Our minds were one.

And so we returned to the table to finish our art projects. Yet the whole time we worked, Trang kept her bare leg hooked over mine under the table, the rest of the girls none the wiser. Eventually, all of our mothers came to pick us up. Trang's mom arrived about the time mine did. It raced over to Mom with Trang in tow. "Mommy! Can Trang come over this Friday?! She's my new uh... friend."

"Oh! I see," said Mommy. "Hello Trang!"

Trang waved, yet kept the pacifier in her mouth.

"Oh, she's kinda shy, Mommy. But she'll talk... eventually."

And so my mom began to talk to Trang's mom. She looked like a teenager with smooth tannish skin pulled tightly over her cheekbones and she talked with a toothy smile. "My English name is Susie," she said, struggling with the language. "Me and Trang come here year ago from Viet-Nam."

"Well, it's good to meet you, Susie," said Mommy. "And Trang... oh, she's such a doll! She is soooo cute!"

"Thank you," said Trang's mom.

"Now, I know this is totally none of my business but... is Trang's father here too?"

"No have father," replied Trang's mom. "I was rape when fifteen!"

Suddenly, Mommy gasped and looked as if she were about to cry. "Oh... Oh my God! I... I'm am sooooo sorry! Forgive me, I shouldn't have..."

"It okay," replied Trang's mom. "My daughter is all I have but have better life now."

Mom smiled. She seemed embarrassed. At the time, I had no idea what they were talking about. Yet she put her hand on Trang's shoulder. "Well, Trang honey, you're welcome at our place anytime! And Susie, if there's anything I can do, well... don't hesitate to ask."

"Thank you," replied Trang's mom. "We okay now." Yet she patted me on the shoulder. "And thank you for to be very sweet friend to Trang. She too shy! She need good friend."

I smiled at her mom. She was very pretty, standing there in scrubs. I figured that she probably worked in a dentist office because her nametag had a cartoon tooth on it.

"Yes ma'am," I said, wondering how she might look in a miniskirt. But if Trang turned out to be only half as pretty as her mom, I was due for one hot sexy girlfriend in the future!

And so, my quest for the mystery girl had ended. However, I had yet to find out who the other 'full-timer' was. Somewhere among our group lurked a girl who wore diapers full time.