A little

Lillian takes her stain resistant lab coat and places it on the passenger seat for me. It’s a little awkward with the ears, but I manage to get in the car without taking off my mask. I can never live this down. I renounce my position as a human, and vow to live as a Lopunny whose bad vision and muffled hearing means she doesn’t have to confront reality. Lillian leaves me in the car to wallow in my own misery, both literal and metaphorical, as she goes back inside to collect the giant Pokéball we left behind.

I peed in her suit. She’s going to hate me forever. She’s going to take me home and abandon me on the street. Or she’ll **** me to call my parents so I can afford to move out. I hug Buneary tightly and rub the mask that is my face into the new Lopunny body pillow. What if she’s mad she wasted money on a suit ruining embarrassment like me? I steel my heart to the possibility I might have to return the pillow. And worse, what if she doesn’t want to date an immature brat that wets themselves.

As visions of pillows and plushies being stolen by convention stall owners and Lillian walking away in disgust plague my mind, the real Lillian returns and loads the Pokéball into the back. She begins to drive us home and we sit in silence for several minutes.

“So, are you okay?”

…sad Lopunny sound.

“I know you’re embarrassed but please talk to… right, nevermind.”

I sniff through my gag, still sad but feeling a little amused that she forgot about it.

“I should have helped you get it off before I started driving, but you should be able to remove it yourself. You just need to take the mask off first.”

Sad Lopunny sound, and then I turn away to show I don’t want to face the world without the mask right now.

“Do you want me to pull over and help you with the gag? That can’t be comfortable.”

Sad Lopunny sound, since it’s the closest I have to a no. I also shake my head. I want to go home, not risk being seen by people driving by with the mask off and a gag in my mouth.

“… do you often… never mind. We can talk later when you can talk.”

Sad Lopunny sound.

A little while later Lillian helps me get inside without being seen. She then gets the mask off and visibly winces when she sees my puffy eyes from crying. She hugs me tightly as she undoes the gag. “Oh, I’m so sorry that happened baby. It’s okay.” I had mostly cried myself out, but hearing her apologize to me after I peed in her suit and ruined her convention day… I feel another sob tear itself out of me.

She helps me out of the suit as I cry and try to apologize for my many crimes against her. I end up giving myself the hiccups.

“It’s okay baby. Can you calm down for me? I just want to ask my cutie pie a few questions.” I nod, reassured that that she still thought I was cute after this incident. I couldn’t bring myself to care she was nearly baby talking to me. “How often do you… when was the last time you had an accident?”

I thought about it for a moment, “a few months ago” hiccup, “I drank a whole half gallon of soda and forgot to go to the bathroom before bed.”

“Do your parents know about this?”

I shake my head and hiccup again, “I wash my own clothes and bedding at home. But, it doesn’t happen that often. Two months in a row is just bad luck!” I weakly try and defend myself.

“Two months in a row? I thought you said it was several months ago?” Shit. Why did I say that.

“… I was excited about going to college and stayed up late drinking soda…”

“… let me get you out of that suit.” She helps me out of the pee soaked costume and throws it in a hamper. I’m grateful for her help, especially since it means she stops asking questions about peeing myself. I swear it doesn’t happen that often!

I go and shower. I would normally wear a onesie after showering, but it would feel too much like the suit for comfort right now. So I search for some of the few normal clothes I have and slip into the set of college branded sweat pants and hoodie my parents insisted on buying for me. I notice that Lillian moved my new pillow onto my bed when I was in the shower. I hop on and cuddle it ferociously to quell my shame.

I hear a car door close a little while later. Did Lillian leave while I was in the shower? Sure enough I hear her come in the house from outside. I stay in my room and begin playing Pokémon, breaking down and seeing if Mawile is in this game because I have still not found her… I should have waited to look it up for a better day. Emotionally spent, I cry a little as it’s confirmed my Tinkaton will never get to hang out with her fellow steel/fairy type, at least not until I work out how to trade one into the game.

I continue to favor the digital world in which I was a champion largely based off of my ability to grind levels until all of my Pokémon were significantly stronger than the NPC’s Pokémon were even aloud to be. Until dinner comes and I need to address this world. I come out when called, and Lillian has pizza for me. I love Lillian. I proceed to munch down on my 8 cheese pizza (I don’t know why more cheeses make it better, but they do) until Lillian decides to talk.

“I washed the suit. It came out fine, so please stop worrying about it.”

“…okay.” That does make me feel a little better, but it’s hardly my only concern about peeing myself in front of an entire building full of people and my super cool and awesome older girlfriend.

“Have you considered wearing any kind of… protective padding?” She is trying very hard to not say diaper.

“I used to wear pull-ups in elementary school, but I stopped before middle school.”

“Was this also around the time you started to do your own laundry?” Please stop exposing me for the childish person that I am!

“…yes.”

“Could you try wearing some pads for me?”

I can’t help it. My girlfriend is talking to me like I’m a child, I feel like a child, and she’s asking me to wear a diaper. I start to hold back tears. I don’t want to cry anymore in front of her, or with pizza in my mouth. It’s not even like I’m constantly wetting the bed or anything. It just happens when I become forgetful, usually due to excitement… then the realization hits me that Lillian is the most exciting thing to ever happen to me, so it’s only a matter of time before I piss myself in her arms, or in her bed. I lose the battle with the tears and I feel a few sliding down my cheeks.

Before I can run to my room to cry to my friends, Lillian takes things into her own hands. She stands up and walks over to me, pulling me out of my chair and into her arms, crushing my face into her chest. “If you need a hug, I can be your cuddle buddy too.”

Even though she is the cause of my tears, I can’t help but hug her tightly back and rub my face against her. She isn’t soft and smooth in the same way my plushies are, but she still is in her own way. And she’s warm. I begin quietly weeping into her breasts as she strokes my back. She starts walking slowly, keeping me with her.

Eventually I cry myself out. When I look up I see she has me in a room I haven’t seen before. There are some shelves with books and anime figurines, and several photos along the wall, including a framed degree. The queen size bed lets me know that I am in Lillian’s bedroom. She leads me to her bed and sits me down. I wish she had brought me to my bedroom instead, I need my friends. She rubs my shoulder, “wait just a second, I’ll be right back.”

A few moments later she comes back with an armful of my plushies, including Lopunny, and my Eevee pajamas. She hands me her passengers and then helps me undress. With me naked on her bed hugging Lopunny and Psyduck to my chest, she picks up my pajamas and… unfolds them to reveal a white piece of fluffy cloth in a specific shape. It takes a second to register, but I realize it’s an over sized diaper. She’s already bought me a pair of diapers. I have to stand up for myself. I don’t need diapers.

“You know, your little tushy would look extra cute when you prance around in your little costumes. I had actually thought your Lopunny needed a bit of padding down below, but you seemed so happy with it that I decided not to say anything.” I stop sniffing. I look up at Lillian, and really look at her closely. Her sultry smile, her lustful eyes. Her hands gripping the diaper just a little harder than necessary. I may have misread this situation. But I need to be sure. I can say it was a slip of the tongue if this doesn’t work.

I pull my knees up to my chest, lean forward a bit, pout with my face and use my still stressed vocal cords from my crying to put on my most petulant voice, “do I really have to wear a diaper… mommy?”

Oh god I laid it on too thick. There is no way I can pretend that was an accident. But… Lillian practically leaps on to the bed in her haste to close the distance between us. “Yes baby, now stop putting up a fuss and let mommy help you.” She’s now openly smiling at my plight, clearly taking this as a sign that she can unleash her feelings. I feel sort of silly. This whole time I’ve been crying and panicking over her thinking less of me… and she’s apparently really happy about it all. She prepares the diaper and gently pushes me onto my back. I could easily put the diaper on myself… but I’m starting to understand that she doesn’t just think I need a diaper, she wants to put me in a diaper.

As she finishes the task, I think back on all the times she said I was cute, or helped me out like I was a child… or just plain treated me like a child. I’ve been fighting and worrying about her not seeing me as adult enough to date and she might be dating me because she thinks I’m childlike. Well, okay. Not exactly like a child. But she definitely likes talking down to me and taking care of me. And I can see her slacks begin to tighten below the belt.

She pats my butt down unnecessarily as she finishes with my new undergarment. My tears have dried up, and her obvious excitement at my condition is becoming infectious. The way she’s looking at me… do I feel sexy in a diaper? With her looking at me like that I realize I’d feel sexy in anything.

“Isn’t that better my cute. Little. Sexy. Baby.” She begins to crawl forward, running her hands up from my diaper to my chest as she begins to fill the space above me. She undoes her belt and kicks her pants off with an eagerness that might have been comical if not for her green eyes boring into mine. All the doubts I had about if she still liked me wash away as she leans down and kisses me softly. I feel her cock slide against my diaper, it stops me from feeling her heat but still lets through the pressure with which she pushes it against me. Then her hand reaches down and slides the bottom of the diaper to the side, exposing my pussy lips to the outside. She quickly lines up and pulls away from my mouth to look me in the eyes again. “Be a good girl and relax for mommy. Can you do that baby?”

Her face is filled with lust. Looking up at her I realize how **** I am to fulfill all her expectations. “Okay, Samantha can relax for Mommy.” I try to fill my voice with as much innocence as I can, presenting it all to her to defile.

She smiles at me, “that’s my good little baby Lopunny.” She leans forward and I feel her fill me for the second time. She is slow and gentle, rocking into me with patience and tenderness. I’m so emotionally primed I am on the verge of climax almost immediately, but her slow and steady fucking keep me on edge for several minutes.

“Mommy… please, fuck me.”

“Of course baby, anything for my little girl.” She suddenly picks up the pace, and I can’t stop myself from crying out and hugging her tightly as she abandons all pretense of gentleness and begins pistoning into me. I cum quickly, but she keeps fucking me, pushing in even deeper as she feels my tunnel squeeze her cock in ecstatic thanks for bringing me so much pleasure.

She finally reaches her peak and after one final thrust she pulls out and slides her cock over my pussy and into my diaper. I feel her warmth spread all over my crotch as she soils my new diaper. I smile at the pleasant tingling that fills my body, and the irony of my diapers fate. She finally slumps over beside me, and pulls me close as we both catch our breath.

“Can I take the diaper off now. It’s sticky.”

“… would you be disgusted if I asked you to keep wearing it?”

Surprised by her question, it dawns on me that she’s let me learn a lot about her preferences today that would be considered embarrassing. I guess it just didn’t occur to me because… she’s just so perfect.

“I… Sam… Lopunny will wear anything Mommy wants her to wear.”

She smiles gently at my flustered face as I try to word it all in a way that I think she’ll like best, and rewards my efforts with a kiss on the cheek.

“That’s my good girl.”