Get changed by your mother.

Back in the old world, your mother had changed your diaper up till the second grade. But soon she stopped since you were old enough and not retarded to change yourself. Still, you did enjoy those times and, if some what brief, you and your mother had a connection from it.

Now in this world, your mother, diapered herself, soiled and praising you for a job well done on your own padding, was now offering to give you a change. This didn't seem like it was some sort of prank, your mom in the old world was too prideful to be caught dead wearing a diaper let alone pooping in it nonchalant, but it did feel too good to be true. Could this mean that, maybe, possibly, you could actually live your life like it was normal? What other things did this world have to offer?

That would have to be answered later as you crawl out of bed. The weight of you soaked padding is quite heavy as it sags between your legs. As you stand, your hear the pouring of liquid on the wooden floor of your bedroom as you pee breaks free from the poor leak guards. The padding is so soaked and full that your legs can't even close. Not only that, but you have to hold it up as gravity tries to pants the waste collecting undergarment from you. While you would have normally just let the thing fall and cleaned up the mess later, depending on your mood, you weren't gonna waste the opportunity to reconnect with you mother.

You hurry outside to the hallway as quickly as possible only to catch a quick glance into your sister's room. Standing there, facing away from you is Rebecca, your older sister of about two years. After she had graduated, she had started doing community collage and got a part time job as a barista. However, she did have a bit of a side business of venturing to the local gentleman's club to earn extra cash. This was something you knew since you caught her sneaking in one morning and her "work uniform" was showing a bit. Some would call it **** for keeping it a secret from your parents, you however called it being even for her trying to embarrass and mock you all those years growing up.

What you could see, however, wasn't just your sister in a diaper, and a well used one at that, but the fact that a pole had been installed just inside, and Rebecca was wearing a lacy skirt and bra as well while worked around said pole in an erotic fashion.

"Rebecca!" Your mother called out from the bathroom, "When you get a minute, can you find that recipe again?"

As Rebecca hung upside-down, her legs the only thing holding her onto the pole, she didn't hesitate to respond, "I saved it in your bookmarks on your phone." She then looks at you, with an annoyed look, one that you knew when your mother asked for help with technology for the hundredth time. But still, she didn't act surprised to see you nor did she try and hide what she was doing. Instead, she flipped herself back up, and, in one fell swoop, slid down the pole and landed butt first on to the floor, her diaper making a loud squish as your older sister looked like she enjoyed the feeling.

Before you could comment on what you witnessed, or if you could due to the shock, Rebecca walked out of her room and closed the distance. She then immediately started to hug you. While that was something she wouldn't have done back in the old world, what really came out of left field was when she started to grope your messy butt and squish it's contents against you, as well grind her diaper against yours. While you couldn't speak for your sister, you on the other hand started to feel hot, like the first time you saw porn for the first time. You could feel your diaper warm up again as the urine soaked padding rubbed against your pussy, it's juices leaking out everywhere. This was something you never thought of, nor you ever thought would happen, but your sister, your smart, sexy, D-cup of an older sister was humping you, in a diaper, while mashing your mess on your butt. It felt almost unreal.

Unfortunately, Rebecca releases you from the hug and backs up a bit with a smile on her face. You however are now flushed, confused, and denied any release.

"Morning Amy! Sleep well?" Rebecca asks like what just happened was normal, which in this world is probably so. Either way, the only response you can muster is a nod of your head, "I can tell," she emphasizes by rubbing the front for your diaper, which makes you squeak and sends a small chill up your spine as you're still a bit sensitive there, "do you want to get changed first or take the first shower?"