Back upstairs

"That`s good sweetie, now why don't you just relax in your room for the next hour while I get dinner ready?"

"Sure mommy"

"Oh, I've left some joggers on your bed so you can cover up with something more than just a t-shirt, I figure jeans might be a bit difficult with -"

"It`s okay mommy, thank you." You cut Anna off before she points out the obvious. While you've never really gone for the skinny jeans type you figure it's going to be a very difficult task fitting in your own jeans with all the...padding...you're now carrying below.

You slowly walk up to your room, getting used to the thick diaper and the sound it makes with every step. As you reach the top of the stairs you turn back to see Anna looking up at you, giving you a smile before she turns away and heads to the kitchen. You couldn't help a feel a bit unnerved about this for a moment or two, a few questions have been popping up in your head over the last few hours however you've been unable to focus on these and they just drift away. You don't understand why 'mommy' has kept on slipping off your tongue when all you've meant to say was 'mom'.

Entering your room you see the joggers Anna has laid out, you take them off your bed and sit down on the mattress edge before pulling them over your bare legs over your knees, standing up you pull them up just above your waist so your bottom half is now fully covered. A brief look in the full-size mirror on your wall shows you how baggy they are disguising your diaper fairly well at a cursory glance.

You get back on your bed, spreading out and deciding to kill some time watching some Netflix, feeling your stomach rumble again you hope that dinner won't be too long.