Diaper Day Care 5

by Pulsar

I have finally completed another chapter. I have so little time anymore but for those faithful readers who have enjoyed the series, I hope you enjoy this chapter as well.

Hi, this is Sydney again. Last time I told you about discovering who had the crush on me. And Corey was right. It was fun finding out who it was on my own instead of her just telling me. Kinda like getting a birthday or Christmas present all wrapped up and wondering what's inside. And I had never thought that would actually turn out to be shy little Trang of all people! I mean, I had hoped it was her, but it still came as a surprise. So since that day of discovery, each minute passed as an hour as I counted down to the weekend when I would go over to her place for a sleep-over. And of course actually sleeping was not what I was planning, but what would come before it. I had sat in class at school with my legs crossed tight, squeezing my tormented throbbing crotch which longed for Trang's touch.

I never thought Friday would arrive, but it finally did. I had a dentist appointment After school so there was no day care for me today. The appointment seemed to take for ever but I was finally on my way to Trangs. I trembled and my legs wobbled as we pulled into that apartment complex. It wasn't too far from where Corey lived, but they weren't quite as nice either. But they weren't bad. Mom walked me up to the door as I carried my overnight bag in hand. Once she knocked, those ten seconds passed like an eternity until I could hear someone approaching. Trang's mom opened the door with a bright toothy smile and glowing eyes to greet us.

"Hello!" she said, pronouncing her /L/ like an /R/. "Come in!"

"Hi Suzie," said Mom as we walked in. I nervously stood like a statue as our moms began to talk.

"Where's Trang?" I asked after a few sentences.

"Oh, she here!" replied Trang's mom, Suzie Ho. "Trang! Come here! Play with your friend!" she called out.

Soon, Trang appeared from the small hallway that led to the bedrooms in the apartment. She smiled wide but very bashfully, and then hid behind her mother. "Trang! What you doing? Say hi to Sydney!" coaxed her mom. Trang peaked around her mother and gave a big playful but shy grin, before jerking her head back and hiding again. "Oh Trang, don't be so shy!" ordered her mother.

"Oh now Suzie, it must be hard for a girl her age to move half-way around the world to settle down," my mom said with sympathy.

"Yes it hard," agreed Suzie, "But she can talk." And so she forced her shy daughter from hiding. "Why you no take her bag to room," she insisted.

And soon, Trang emerged from behind her mother and bashfully presented herself. She was in a short sundress and flip-flops, revealing her coffee-colored little bare thighs. Then I noticed she arm strap had slid down causing her dress to be lower on that side and a little of her nipples was starting to show. The throbbing between my legs got worse. "Hi Sydney," she said softly, yet very clearly.

"Hi Trang," I said back, getting a little agitated. Yet I tried to act like her bashfulness didn't bother me. "Trust me, I don't bite and I don't have rabies!"

Trang once again grinned widely and nervously. "I know," she said softy.

"But... I do tickle!" I said, reaching out for her ribs. She suddenly shrieked and giggled "C'mon! Show me your room," I coaxed.

Well, Trang did take me to her room and was rather quiet. However, she was constantly staring at me with her cute beady eyes and smiling the whole time. When she sat down on her bed, she nonchalantly opened her legs to reveal a pair of pull-ups. I was surprised because she wasn't considered a 'full-timer' according to Corey.

But anyway, she showed me all the stuff she had. A lot of her toys seemed to have come from second-hand stores. But I didn't mind. I could tell that Ms. Ho must have worked hard to provide as much as possible for her. After a while, her mom took us to the apartment playground where we climbed on the bars. Trang was still rather quiet and didn't say much. I tried to get her to relax by pushing her on the swing. I could tell she enjoyed it but wasn't much for conversation. Eventually, we returned to the apartment and watched some TV. Ms. Ho made us a snack and soon told us it was time for bed.

However, once we retired to her room, her mom came in only a few moments later with two diapers in hand. "Okay girls, I want no wet beds in the morning so I put diaper on just in case," she said. However, she sat the diapers down on the top of Trang's dresser, whose varnish was wearing off, obviously once in the possession of someone else. But on cue, Trang stood up from the floor and pulled her dress over her head, now standing in nothing but her pull-up. However, not to my shock, she reached for a pacifier on her night stand and put it in her mouth.

"I'm ready, Mommy," she said softly with her mouth full as her mother sat down on the bed.

Then, her mother patted her thighs. "You girls ready for spankings?"

"Spankings?" I asked as I jolted.

"Oh, yeah," replied Trang's mom as she took her daughter gently by the arm. "Trang get spanking before bed. Help her sleep good."

"But...but we didn't act up," I protested.

"I know! You and Trang play very nice. So I no use the paddle, only my hand," said her mom with a toothy smile. "Trang go first and then you go," said as she pulled Trang over her lap. I nearly gasped as I watched her mother's skilled hand slide the pull up down. Seeing Trang's bare bottom sent jolts through my body and I could feel myself beginning to throb and lube down there. And it only got more so when Trang's mom took the tube of diaper crème and squirted a small bead on her finger. Using one hand, she parted those round little bare buttocks and gently began to rub around her back door.

Trang gasped as her eyes closed tightly and her mouth fell open like an 'O,' causing her pacifier to fall on the bed. She grunted and twitched as her mom slowly rotated and wiggled her finger all around.

"Oooooh," moaned Trang as she tightened her bottom around her mother's finger. Yet she seemed as if this were fairly routine.

"You gonna be good girl for Mommy?" said her mom as she applied the crème.

"Y... yeah, Mommy," mumbled Trang as she gasped, still holding her pacifier in her mouth.

"Then hold still for your spanking."

Trang opened her eyes and attempted to look back over her shoulder. "Aaaah, that tickles," she said.

Yet only a few seconds later, her mom withdrew her finger and briefly squeezed those bare buns. Then without warning, she began to slap away upon those naked jiggling buttocks. Trang immediately began to squirm about under the 'slap-slap-slap-slap' of her mother's open hand, moaning and grunting. Yet those hand-slaps landed quickly and loud like a machine gun. The spanking must have lasted thirty seconds, but I swear she must have taken a hundred rapid swats. Her bare bottom had two pink splotches on each cheek where her mother's hand had struck true. "Are you going to be my good girl?" asked Ms. Ho.

"Y... yes Mommy," stammered Trang. But Ms. Ho swatted her bare bottom again. "Oooh!" gasped Trang.

"I hope so," said Ms. Ho, once again swatting her child's bare bottom as if it were her own property.

"Aaaaah!" grunted Trang. "Use the paddle, Mommy!" she suddenly cried, kicking her feet.

"Well, if you think it will help," replied Ms. Ho.

I was in shock! Was she crazy? "Trang! The paddle hurts more," I said in disbelief.

"So?" Trang replied as she looked up at me. "I want it to hurt a little more."

I was never more confused in my life. I even recalled how big a fuss she had over her recent spanking at day care, where she cried something awful over a wimpy spanking from Morgan. However, Trang's mom reached for the paddle on the wall behind her bed. She placed it across those flexing buns and gave a few taps, before striking with a loud 'POP!'

"Ooooh!" cried Trang as her legs kicked out. But her mom only paused a second before spanking her again. Her whole body jolted with each smack of the paddle. Trang would gasp in pain, yet she seemed somewhat enjoying it.

After a few more swats with the wooden paddle, her mother helped her up. She turned her about is if to present her red bottom to me, just to show me what I was about to get! Yet she kissed and hugged her daughter. "That my good baby girl," she said with a smile as her hands slid down to briefly squeeze her red bottom. Now is Sydney turn!"

I shook knowing my fate was sealed. I never expected this was part of the sleepover. But my mom had said that while I was in their home I would have to obey Trang's mom and live by her rules. But I was still too shy to just present myself to her. And so she took me by the arm and pulled me close. She reached out and removed my tee shirt and then untied the string to my shorts. I must have groaned in protest, yet just stood still. "C'mon Sydney," coaxed Ms. Ho. "It bare-bottom time!"

And so I stood helpless as she slid down my shorts, panties and all. "Now step out," she coaxed. And soon I was naked too. "Now c'mon," said Ms. Ho as she pulled me over her lap and soon I was in a rather helpless position with my bare bottom up high, right in the line of fire. Yet as I awaited the slaps, I felt instead a touch of cold crème on my back door. The gentle sensation did nothing to calm my hard tiny clit now pressed firmly into her thighs. I gasped as I felt that finger tickle and massage me from within for a few moments.

"Oh! Ooooh!" I gasped as I squirmed about, grinding my hard throbbing clit into her lap. "Oh, that tickles!"

"Yes, you've been good so get a little tickle," said Ms. Ho.

"Oh yes!" I gasped as her lubed finger rubbed around deep. "But please, don't use the paddle!" I begged.

"Awww, paddle no kill you," said Ms. Ho with a chuckle. It would appear that my fate was set.

Yet after a few more moments, I felt her finger pull out. Then after a few soft gentle squeezes on my bottom, there suddenly came a sting from her slapping hand. It wasn't really hard, but it had a warm sting to it that grew hotter. After thirty seconds, I felt as if I might cry but the spanking stopped and once again I felt her hand rubbing my hot bottom. "Okay, very good Sydney," she said. "Now just few with paddle and you be okay."

And so I tensed up as I felt that hard wood rest on my bottom. I felt a few rubs with the smooth surface, followed by a few taps. But then came a hard 'smack!' A second later I felt a burning sting soaking in. "Oooow!" I cried out as I kicked my legs on a reflex.

"C'mon, Sydney. You can take a few more," coaxed Ms. Ho, right before I felt another smack on my bottom.

"Oooow! Ooow-wow!" I cried as I felt my eyes tear up. "That paddle hurts on the bare bottom," I whimpered.

"Just two more and you will sleep good and deep," assured Ms. Ho as she gave my bottom a quick rub. And then once again, there came a hot smack on my bottom, right on the sit-spot of my left cheek, then to be followed by one on the right. I could feel a few tears leaking as I was on the verge of sobbing. But Ms. Ho rubbed my sore bottom for a few moments.

As soon as she helped me back up, she gave me a brief hug. "Oh, Sydney, you such pretty and sweet girl. I love you," she said with her heavy dialect. And when I looked at Trang, she was giving me a glassy zombie stare with her hand squeezing her crotch. She obviously got very horny watching me get spanked by her mom.

And so Ms. Ho stood up and grabbed the two diapers on the dresser. "Okay, get on bed so U get fresh diaper." And so Trang and I lay side by side with our knees bent and our cunnies vulnerable. I lay trying not to breathe too heavy when Ms. Ho grabbed my feet and held my legs high in the air. I blushed over my nakedness in front of her, being the first time for her to see me. And so I closed my eyes and soon felt a light tickle of baby powder landing on my crotch. I grit my teeth behind my clenched lips because I just knew Ms. Ho would see how wet I was. But she just put the diaper in place and then gently lowered my legs. "Okay, good girl Sydney. All ready for bed after good spank and clean daiper."

"Y... Yes Ms. Ho," I stammered.

I then turned to look over at Trang who seemed quite used to the ritual of being diapered for bed. She held her legs up high with her hand holding the backs of her knees. I watched as Ms. Ho sprinkled a little powder on, before covering her with a diaper. Trang closed her eyes and breathed slow and relaxed. "Hmmm," mumbled Ms. Ho as she realized her daughter was wet down there with a tiny hard clit. I could just tell by the look on her face what she saw. But she just sprinkled on the powder as Trang gasped and cringed, and then taped the diaper in place. "Okay girls. Now you ready. No loud noise now. Get good rest." And with that, Ms. Ho turned on the night light and then turned out the main light.

And so I settled down on the floor with my sleeping bag. But Trang yanked the blankets and sheets off the bed to make her own bedding down on the floor next to me, still suckling her pacifier. Suddenly, she snuggled close to me as I felt another tingling rush go through my body. I couldn't help but to giggle a little. "Oh Trang! This is nice, sleeping next to each other," I said quietly as we snuggled together. "But for God's sake, why did you want the paddle? My butt's still sore, y'know!

"Mine too," replied Trang.

"But why? You fussed like a ninny when Morgan spanked you at daycare last week."

"I didn't want them to know my secret," whispered Trang rather bashfully.

"Secret?"

"Yeah, I like getting spankin's. Feels kinda good," she confided. "Don't tell."

"Okay Trang, I'd never tell your secrets," I promised her. "But does anybody else know, other than me?"

"Only my mom," she replied. "I didn't tell her but she guessed."

I must have giggled again as we snuggled together. "Well... g'night Trang." Naturally, I was just waiting to see what she would do. And so we must have remained quiet in the darkness for a minute or so with the air conditioning humming out of the vent. Finally, she leaned on top of me to whisper in my ear. "Sydney?"

"Yeah?"

She snuggled against me tighter. "I... I love you," she confessed matter-of-factly.

Instantly, I felt a tingling wave go through me. I didn't know how to react, or even exactly what she meant by 'love.' I was definitely excited, if not a little scared. "Do you love me?" she continued. If nothing else, I just had to admire her courage. I was scared of her being so forward, but I didn't want to hurt her either. I began to tremble, wondering if Corey had felt the same way about me.

However, I figured I'd get bold and play along. "Yes, Trang. You're very sweet. I love you too," I dared to say.

Suddenly, Trang pounced like a wild tigress. Like a dam that had been destroyed to release a raging river, her bashfulness vanished. She climbed on top of me as if I were her property. In a fury, she yanked my diaper free of my crotch, and then her own. She began to thrust against my swollen clit in a furry. She gasped and moaned with each hump as she squeezed me in her arms. "Oooh! Oooh! Oooh Syd. I love you, I-luv-you, I-luv-you, I-luv-you!" she moaned.

"Trang!" I cried as I lay under her petite body drilling away at me. "I... I..."

"Shhh, my mom will come," she whispered, yet kept on pumping me. "Ooooh! Oooh-yesss! This feels good! You like it?"

"Oooh, Oooh yes I like it but..." I couldn't believe it. Shy little Trang had transformed into a tiger and was practically raping me. "Ooooh, oooh Trang, how'd you get so good at this?" I dared to ask over my heavy breathing as I began to thrust back against her.

She softly giggled. "I do this to my teddy bear," she said.

And so I marveled at how strong her little body would thrust against mine. And I savored the wonderful feeling of her crotch rubbing against mine. But soon she stopped and stared kissing me on my neck and then licking my flat, non-existent breasts. But her tongue on my nipples still felt wonderful. "Ooooh! Ooooh Trang!" I softly moaned into the darkness of her room. But she slowly kissed about my chest, and then down to my tummy, before I felt her tongue on my throbbing clit. "OOOh! Oooh-gawd!" I gasped. I squirmed and writhed about on my back as she licked my crotch. She pleased me like a little girl truly in love. "Oh Trang! Ooooh-Trang!" I gasped. But soon, I reached down for her shoulders. "Trang, turn around," I said. And so I tugged on her until she moved about on the floor, her crotch now in my face in a '69' position. I seized her buttocks and gently pulled her little bald pussy to my face and began to pleasure her as well. She softly squealed and swayed her hips as she continued to please me down there. I was getting more tingly and wetter with each lick. And hearing her gasp and shriek by my own handiwork made me all the more excited. I'm not even sure how long we kept that up, because it felt so good I lost track of time. But sooner or later, I felt that familiar feeling deep inside me. I knew I was about to cum. I couldn't hold it much longer. I could only hope she was close as well. "Ooooh! Oooh-Trang! Oooh-Trang I'm gonna... gonna..." I cried out in a squeaky voice. But even as I was still a few strokes away from bursting, Trang squeezed her legs tight around my head and released a little squirt. A thrilling rush went through me as I realized I had brought her to orgasm. And such was all that was needed to push me over the edge. A few seconds later, I burst into an uncontrollable orgasm. The first blast felt as if I had been punched in the stomach. I felt as if the floor had disappeared right from under me and I was falling. My head spun as I could feel my little crotch throbbing and pulsating under the near-painful contractions.

And it seemed to go on longer than I expected. I just kept cumming and didn't know when it would stop. Maybe it was the longest one I had up to that point. I was scared I was going to faint. But finally, it faded out. I was spent. I may have passed out for a few moments but next thing I remember was Trang lying on top of me motionless as if she were asleep. "Trang," I whispered as I gently shook her body. "Trang? Are you asleep?"

She mumbled and then climbed off. She took a few deep breaths and then snuggled up next to me once again. "Did you like that?" she softly whispered.

"Well... yeah! Of course I liked it," I whispered back.

Trang smirked and squeezed me tightly in her arms. Then she kissed me on the cheek. "Finally, we get to do that," she said. "You're so pretty."

"Oh Trang, I... I love you," I dared say. I guess it just slipped out. And so eventually, we tried to put our diapers back on so it would look as if they never came off. Soon after, we fell asleep on the floor in each other's arms under the blanket.

The next morning, we finally woke up when Trang's mom entered the room to shake us. "Girls, you gonna sleep all day?" she asked. "And I need to see if you have wet diaper."

"I'm dry... I think," I said. But Ms. Ho helped us both to our feet and guided us to the bed where she had us lay on our backs with legs in the air. It then occurred to me that the sticky warmth I felt wasn't from sweat under the warm blanket.

"Oh Sydney, you very wet!" she said. "You sleep very deep. You must have been tired." I sighed and blushed as I lay there with legs in the air as Ms. Ho saw everything there was to see. I felt that cold baby-wipe glide right down between my lips, and right over my little clit which sprang forth at the slightest touch. My legs jolted as I made some strange noise beyond my control. "Oh don't be shy," coaxed Ms. Ho. "I need to clean you so don't get rash. I promise your mom I keep you clean."

"Y... yes, Ms. Ho," I mumbled as I hid behind my eyelids, keeping them tightly closed as I felt more passes of that cold wet baby wipe, right over my 'feel-good' spot.

"There, now you all clean," said Ms. Ho with a soft soothing voice.

"Can I put my panties on, now?" I asked.

"Later," replied Ms. Ho. "For now I put 'nother diaper." And so she lifted me up by my legs and slid another diaper under me before I could protest. "Trang get diaper too. Maybe go full time for a while." And very quickly she had my mid-region secured with another diaper, only now dry and fresh. Then, she repeated the process on her own daughter as she lie stone still.

And so we went to the kitchen and ate breakfast of 'Pop-Tarts' and hot chocolate while sitting on the bar stools in only diapers. We had no breasts yet and thus we weren't really embarrassed at being completely topless.

In spite of everything, I still wasn't used to diapers outside of the day care, except when around Corey. But Trang ate as if nothing was out of the ordinary. After that, we watched a little of the Saturday morning cartoon lineup. But soon Trang started a wrestling session on the floor. She was laughing and giggling the whole time. She confessed that she liked the way the carpet felt against her when clad in only a diaper. As we rolled about on the floor, her mom came in and told us to stop before we break something, perhaps our own bones.

Eventually, my mom came by to pick me up. But she sat down with Ms. Ho for coffee and talked for a while as Trang and I continued to semi-wrestle on the couch. But finally, my mom called me to leave. "C'mon dear. Get a tee shirt on. We've gotta go get some groceries and I'm sure Ms. Ho needs to get some things done," she said. But then she turned to her. "So, did she stay dry through the night?" she asked right in front of me.

"No, sorry," replied Ms. Ho. "I had two very wet diapers this morning!"

"Sydney! You're drinking too much soda again," said Mom.

"But Mom I... I just sleep too deep."

"Honey, don't worry about it," said Mom as she took a tee and began to pull it over my head. "Let's go. You'll see Trang again on Monday." Yet as we bid farewell, Mom just had to put her arm around Trang. "And you take care young lady! Oooh, you are such a doll!" She then looked to Ms. Ho. "Oh, Trang is just the sweetest cutest little thing I ever saw. You are so blessed."

"T'ank you," said Ms. Ho with her toothy smile. And then she wrapped her arms around me. "Come back again, Sydney. You sooooo sweet!"

And so we stepped out the door. But I stopped to open my bag. "Wait Mom. I need my shorts! I don't have any shorts on under my shirt!"

"Oh honey, your shirt is long enough no one will know. Let's hurry."

And so we left and rode down the street, I in my diaper and tee. "Mom? Can't I put on my panties and shorts now?"

"Not while we're driving dear," said Mom.

I sighed. "Look Mommy, I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to wet last night."

"I know you didn't dear," she said calmly as she patted me on the leg. "So how'd you and Trang get along?"

"Oh, fine Mom! I really like her! She may be quiet but she's really a sweet girl!"

"Yes she is," agreed Mom.

Now for some reason, by the time we reached the store, I had nearly forgotten I was in a diaper. But my tee was long enough it covered it. It wasn't until we were on the produce aisle that I realized I had no shorts on! So I tugged my tee down so people might think I did. And so we must have been in there for twenty minutes filling our basket when suddenly I realized I just had to pee! "Mom! I gotta go to the bathroom," I said.

"Can you wait until we get home?" she asked.

"Well...maybe," I said. But we had only gotten to the next aisle when I was dancing about desperately needing relief. I was jumping from one foot to the next. "Mom! I really, really, really have to go!" I finally said. "I'll be back." And so, I sprinted down the aisle. But somehow, I didn't get too far when my muscle gave out. Before I could even round the corner, I could feel that warm wet flow filling up my diaper. I felt so ashamed I nearly cried. But I just froze in my steps.

"Honey, I thought you had to go to the bathroom," said Mom as she caught up to me.

I sighed as a tear escaped my eye. "I AM going," I mumbled in frustration. "I didn't make it! I'm going in my diaper."

And I stood helpless as I let a gusher soak my diaper. "Well, sweetie, aren't you glad you didn't put your panties on," Mom whispered in my ear.

"But Mom I... I..." Suddenly, I started crying. "I tried to make it," I said as I sobbed.

"Oh I know you did, honey," Mom softly replied a she hugged me. "Shhhh. Don't worry about it. Let's just get what we need so we can get home and get you changed."

And so those last five minutes of shopping lasted forever. And then standing in the checkout line with a heavy wet diaper seemed to take forever. I was just glad to get out of the store and back to the car. As mom was loading the grosories into the car. I saw my reflection in the car next to us. To my surprise, the diaper had sagged and was peeking out from under my shirt. And so I quickly jumped in the car, looking around hopping no one I knew saw me. I sat there in the car seat thinking about what just happened when I felt this tingling between my legs and my nipples started to get a little hard. But as I rode home in my wet diaper, thinking about what had just happened, Mom finally broke the silence. "Sweety, I've been thinking this over," she said. "I think that for the next few weeks, I'm going to keep you in diapers full time. I mean... you keep having accidents."

"Noooo Mommy," I protested. "Pleeeze, I don't wanna." The very thought nearly sent tears to my eyes. But for some reason, the stress of thinking of going in diapers full time caused my clit to get hard again. Maybe I kept thinking of last night with Trang, who seemed to be on the verge of going full time herself. But I just started throbbing.

Once we got home, Mom took me into my room even as I still cried a little. "C'mon sweety. Lie down on your bed so we can get you all cleaned up." I cried as Mom raised up my legs, just like she did years ago when I actually needed diapers. "It's okay, honey. Don't cry," she said soothingly as she undid and pulled the wet diaper free from my legs. And by now, I was getting used to the feeling of cold wet-wipes as she cleaned me all over down there. And as usual, just a brief touch was all it took to make my clit get all the more tingly. I tried to think of things that would 'turn me off,' but no matter what, I remained hard. And I just knew Mom would see. I laid there with my hands over my eyes as Mom slowly and carefully wiped me down. Then, I felt the cool cream gently being applied to my sensitive flesh. It was a soothing feeling that kept my little clit throbbing.

I gasped as her finger once again touched my tormented clit. "Oh, that's cold!" I said. But even now, I could feel my own cunny 'drooling' with my girl juice. And I knew Mom saw everything.

"Honey, just relax," said Mom as she continued to rub the cream in. I bit my lip, praying I would stop being horny. But instead I gasped and moaned with Mom's delicate touch. And it was now quite obvious she was curious about my condition. Next thing I felt was her fingers touching me and spreading me open. I could feel the cool air in the room touch the insides of my cunny.

"Mom! What's that for?" I dared ask, trying not to moan.

"Just looking for any redness, y'know, signs of infection."

"Do I look okay, Mommy?"

"You look fine, dear," she said.

And so I lay there breathing heavily, knowing mom heard me. I felt her gently touch my swollen clit with two fingers, more as if she was examining me rather than stroking me. I took one look at her face, which had a curious look about it. 'Oh no!' I thought. 'She's investigating.' And so I tried to keep quiet as she explored my tingling swollen clit, curiously stroking it very gently. I soon let out an "Ooooh!" I just couldn't help it.

"That hurt, honey?" asked Mom.

"No but... (gasp) it just.. well..."

"Just relax honey," said Mom. "It's okay." But a few more strokes was all it took. I just couldn't contain myself any longer. I burst into an orgasm while not even trying. I cried out as a reflex as my legs jerked. I felt myself ooze a little juice as my little cunny throbbed with each contraction. I was so embarrassed because I knew Mom was watching the whole thing. "Oh!" she gasped in surprise, as if not knowing what to say. By the look on her face, she wasn't expecting me to cum when she checked me like that. "Well... I see you're rather uh... 'sensitive' today. I didn't realize how fast you're growing up."

In spite of everything, I was still sniffling when Mom simply wiped me clean again and slid a diaper under me. After taping it into place, she pulled me up and wiped my eyes, pretending it never happened. "Feel better now?" she asked. "Now, just put on a skirt and no one will know."

"Okay, Mom," I mumbled. And so I stood up so we could unload the groceries from the car. But a strange warm cloud hung over me as I realized I was now a bona fide 'full-timer.' Nevertheless, I did NOT put on my skirt. I figured no one would see, so I just walked out to unload the car with mom in my tee, diaper, and flip-flops.