Sleepover Chapter 3

Sleepover
Chapter 3
By dsguyX

Jennifer sat at one side of the couch while Amy sat at the other.  She wished that she could get her wet diaper changed, but not as much as wanting to help Amy feel welcome at her new home.  Whenever she wants to talk to her, she would just try to avoid her.  She does understand why she didn't want to talk to her, with her incontinence and all, but all Jennifer wants was to help her adapt to her new surroundings.

"So," Jennifer said, trying to start a conversation, "What does Mrs. Paddock feed you whenever you're being treated like a baby?"

Amy just took a stern look at Jennifer and answered, "If you must know, for breakfast she bottle feeds me with milk, feed me baby food for lunch, and for dinner, and takes some food and makes them bite-sized.  She's probably going to do the same for you, I suppose."

"But what about taking a bath?" she also asked.

"We both have to be in the same tub," Amy answered, "During bath time, she lets me take my bath however I want, just as long as I get myself cleaned up.  After that she rediapers me and gets me into my onesie.  Do you have any more questions?"

"Well, I do want to know when Mrs. Paddock will change us whenever are diapers are…used," Jennifer asked.

"Listen, when it's baby time Mrs. Paddock decides when I need to be changed," Amy snapped, "If you got a problem with that then you shouldn't have come here at all.  Now leave me be."

Silence filled the air around the two.  Jennifer was looking away from Amy, thinking about what she said.  How on Earth was she supposed to know she was going to be diapered?  It didn't matter now, there was no going back.  She didn't want to get Mrs. Paddock upset, or worse get her own mother upset.  Besides, she likes doing this kind of stuff.  Still, she wonders when Mrs. Paddock would change her since her warm diaper is now getting colder.  Speaking of Mrs. Paddock, the woman came down the stairs and looked at her and her daughter.

"How are my two favorite baby-wabies doing?" she asked in baby-talk.

Jennifer was about to answer when she remembered that one of Mrs. Paddock's rules prohibited her from speaking like a grown up.

"I almost forgot, you can also make baby talk, too," Mrs. Paddock told her, "Just as long as I don't hear any words besides the 3 I prefer,"

"Uh, ga-ga-goo-goo?" Jennifer said, trying to talk like a baby.

"I'm sure you'll get the hang of it," Mrs. Paddock said with optimism in her voice.

Mrs. Paddock walked up to her and peeked into her diaper.  This made Jennifer's eyes widened with shock and embarrassment.

"A little wet," she said, "But you don't need a change that badly.  Your diaper can still hold a lot more."

Jennifer was a bit upset that she had to stay in her wet diaper for a little longer, but more embarrassed that someone checked her diaper.  Mrs. Paddock proceeded to check Amy, who also turned red from embarrassment.

"Still dry," she said, "Wait here, I'll get something for the both of you."

As Mrs. Paddock left, Jennifer was still speechless from the fact that her diaper was checked with no warning at all.

"I also forgot to mention," Amy said, "Sometimes my mom checks my diaper to see if I need to be changed."

"That information would have been useful earlier!" Jennifer exclaimed.

"You didn't ask," Amy stated.

Jennifer pouted as Amy placed her pacifier back into her mouth and began sucking on it.  Five minutes later, they heard Mrs. Paddock shout, "Amy, Jennifer, come up here!"

"Follow me," Amy said as she started crawling towards the stairs, "And don't forget that you have to crawl up the stairs."

Jennifer wondered why Amy wouldn't want to make friends with her, but reminds her of the rules of this house?  She shook off that question and started to crawl on the floor to follow Amy.  Amy was able to climb the stairs easily, but Jennifer was a bit slow climbing up, since the last time she had done this was to find the stone and undo the spell she placed herself under.  Eventually she made it up to the top and followed Amy back to the room where they were both diapered at.  When they got in, Jennifer noticed Mrs. Paddock with a recently placed playpen behind her.  The playpen was big enough for two young adults to be in and was filled with blocks, stuffed animals, rattles, blankies, and other things that a baby might play with.

"Let's get you two in, shall we?" Mrs. Paddock said as she helped Amy into the playpen, "Do you like the toys, my little Amy-Wamy?"

Amy let out a squeal of enjoyment, trying not to blush from embarrassment.  Mrs. Paddock then turned to Jennifer and proceeded to help her in the playpen.  Amy looked at Jennifer and then turned away from her.

"Mommy's gotta go get dinner ready, so you two play nice while I'm gone," Mrs. Paddock said to the two girls, "And to make sure you two don't try to wander off."

Mrs. Paddock placed a baby gate at the doorway before heading off downstairs before heading to the kitchen.

"That's just a regular sized gate," Jennifer said, thinking that she might be able to walk over it, "We could get out of there easily."

"Yeah, if you could walk," Amy replied after taking out her pacifier, "Don't forget that mom wants us to crawl wherever we go."

"I know that, but I don't really want to get out of here," Jennifer said.

"Then why did you mention escaping if you didn't want to leave?" Amy snapped at her.

"I was just making a point," Jennifer whimpered.

"Whatever," Amy said, "Just don't talk to me."

"But I have one more question," Jennifer asked, "If you don't like me, then why did you help me make sure that I didn't break any of your mother's rules by accident."

"She told me to remind you of the rules or otherwise I would be punished, how let me be," Amy rudely said.

Amy sat at the corner of her playpen and began to suck her pacifier again.  Jennifer looked around and saw some several blocks.  There were enough of them to spell out a few words.  She decided to spell out a few words with the blocks.  First she spelled out "cat", then "bat", then she added another block to spell "bats", "star", and "dart".  She then stacked the blocks up and knocked them down and few times.  Afterwards, Jennifer decided to "wrestle" with the giant teddy bear, and pretended to get pinned to the floor by it.  Jennifer just loved this baby treatment; she was finally getting to feel what it was like to be a kid again.

"I just love it here," she said softly as she cuddled with the bear.

A moment later Jennifer heard a muffled fart and after that an unpleasant odor filled the air.  Jennifer clenched her nose together and felt the back of her diaper to see if she messed herself by accident.  After finding out that it wasn't her, there was only one other person that she could think of.

"Amy, did you poop yourself?" Jennifer said, still holding her nose shut.

Amy took out her pacifier and said, "Well that's what diapers are for, aren't they?"

"But why?" Jennifer wondered.

"Because that's what mom wants me to do whenever she treats me like a baby," Amy answered, "It's one of her rules and she expects you to do the same, too."

Jennifer froze at what she said.  Poop in her diaper?  It there was anything Jennifer hated the last time she was being treated like a baby, it was messing herself.  The very thought of it disgusted her.

"I'm not doing that," Jennifer complained.

"It's inevitable you know," Amy pointed out, "Mom did say that you have to both poop and pee in your diaper, right?"

"Yeah, but I don't want to do that," she protested.

"Then leave," Amy shouted, "No one is forcing you to stay.  Just tell mom that you don't want to do this anymore and she'll let you leave.  It won't bother me; I didn't want you here anyway!"

Feeling a slight anger inside her, Jennifer asked Amy, "What's your problem?  Ever since I met you all you did was try to avoid me.  I'm trying to help you fit in here at your new home, but you're just shutting yourself away from me.  Why can't we be friends?"

"Who would want to be friends with me?" Amy asked with tears starting to roll down her cheek.  Jennifer heard the sadness in her tone and started to calm down.  Closing her eyes, Amy continued, "Ever since I found out about my weak bladder, I had to stay in diapers.  I had to wear them all the time so that my clothes and floor wouldn't be ruined by my accidents.  I even had to take them to school, where a bully came and lifted my skirt, showing my padded bottom.  Since then everyone made fun of me wherever I went and people even avoided me, not wanting to make friends with me."

As she continued, she started to sniffle and her tears started to flow like rivers.  Jennifer so far felt bad for what she had endured.  Trying not to cry, Amy continued, "The reason I want to be treated like a baby from time to time was so that I could escape the harshness of reality.  That way I can feel secure and not have to feel bad about myself.  I bet if anyone here finds out about all of this stuff about me, I'll never have any friend then, as if I was going to have anyway."

Jennifer placed her hand on Amy's shoulder and said, "I'll be your friend."

Amy calmed down a bit and said, "You would?  But why?"

"Let's just say I was forced to wear and use diapers once," Jennifer said, remember her ordeal with the wishing stone she had found, "It wouldn't be fun to tease people who wear them when I, myself, wore them once."

Amy wiped the tears off from her eyes and said, "Can you share that bear with me?  His hugs cheer me up when I'm sad."

"Sure," Jennifer said as she shared the giant teddy with Amy.

Amy snuggled up to the bear and started to smile again and Jennifer joined her.  They drifted off into sleep for nearly an hour when they were woken up to the sound of the baby gate being removed.  They wiped their eyes, stretched and yawned and saw Mrs. Paddock looking down at them.

"I see you girls had a good nap," Mrs. Paddock said before sniffing the air around Amy, "And I see that someone needs a change.  Let's get you changed and then you can join Jennifer for dinner."

Mrs. Paddock took a look at Jennifer and noticed that her diaper had a big wet spot on front.

"Looks like someone wet herself in her sleep, too," Mrs. Paddock said.  Jennifer looked at the crotch at both their diapers and blushed with embarrassment.  "Don't worry, mommy will change both of you into nice, clean, diapeys," she said.

Jennifer let out a smile, feeling glad that she was finally going to be out of her cold, icky diaper soon.

***

After being changed into new diapers, Mrs. Paddock led both of the girls into the kitchen.  Jennifer smelled something good at the table, but she couldn't see what it was due to having to crawl around the floor.  At the table were two highchairs design for adults to sit in.  First, Mrs. Paddock helped her daughter up into one of the chairs and locked the tray into play, preventing her from leaving.  As for Jennifer she did the same thing.  Then she placed a bib on each of the girls.  Now that Jennifer saw the top of the table Jennifer saw three plates of food at the table.  The first plate had some chicken wings on it, but Jennifer had a feeling that it wasn't for her.  Next to that plate were two smaller plates with chicken nuggets, some ketchup to dip in, and some peas.  Mrs. Paddock placed two sippy cups on each of the highchair trays and a glass of soda next to the plate with the chicken wings.  She then placed the plates with the chicken nuggets onto the highchairs.

"I want you to be a bunch of good girls and eat your din-din," Mrs. Paddock said.

Mrs. Paddock went back to her plate and sat down.  Jennifer went for the silverware only to realize there weren't any on her tray.  She wanted to ask Amy where they were, but since her mother was present, she couldn't talk to her about it.  She looked at Amy and saw that she was eating her food with her fingers.  Knowing that her dinner was finger food, she grabbed a chicken nugget, dipped it in ketchup and ate it.  It was very scrumptious.  After finishing her nuggets, she proceeded to eating the peas piece by piece.  Once she cleared her plate, Jennifer drank from her sippy cup and from the taste she realized that there was grape juice inside of it.  Mrs. Paddock looked at the girls and saw that their plates were finished and their sippy cups were empty.  She also saw that their bibs had a few drips of ketchup on it.

"My how are my girls such great eaters," Mrs. Paddock said to the girls, removing their bibs.

Amy let out a cute giggle in response while Jennifer sat there and happily said, "Goo-gaga."

Mrs. Paddock wiped the ketchup and crumbs off of their mouths with a napkin and threw it in the garbage.  After that she took a look at the clock above the oven.

"It's almost five," she said, "You know what that means?"

Jennifer's eyes widened in horror when she heard the time, knowing well what Mrs. Paddock meant.  Soon she's going to have to take a bath, and with Amy.