Stopping for Snacks

Margaret's stomach turned against itself once more, and she held her hand against it tightly, glad she had the straps of the car seat to stop her from falling forward. For a moment, she considered throwing up, but her stepmother intervened.

"Magster, your tummy feels rough right? Do you feel sleepy too?" Her stepmother asked, turning back and staring at the girl in the seat.

"Mhm. Yeah, my tummy hurts real bad and I'm woo...wooz...tired." Margaret said.

"I know exactly what you need! You wouldn't know this, but coffee and tea are excellent at killing the pains of a crossfade. We'll be quick, and you'll feel great!" Her stepmother said, prompting a nod from Margaret.

They stopped by a local coffee and tea shop, packed to the brim with people. Margaret stared in there, not prepared nor willing to just waltz right in, the **** not making her dumb enough to galivant around in a dirty diaper.

"Don't worry lil Maggie, no one will say a word to you. I'll make sure of it." Her stepmother said, taking her hand. Margaret nodded, and let herself be waddled into the place. Her mind was else where, and she didn't think anything of the stares of look of disgust by some in the shop; others, clearly thinking she was a child or had problems, merely looked with pity. Most didn't pay attention to her at all, uninterested in the dweebish looking girl.

They left with a drink carrier full of differing drinks, and a box full of assorted donuts. Getting her step daughter strapped into the car, Margaret's stepmother pulled her coffee from the drink carrier, then explaining all the drinks.

"Right. Smoothie. Lotsa fruit, real good for a growing girl. Tea, all natural, super tasty, helps settle my stomach. Coffee, will pep you up, get you goin!" Her stepmother said, then sliding the dozen donuts over to her. "And these are for my favorite stepdaughter, since I know you have a sweet tooth just as bad as mine."

"Wow, thank you so much. How do you know all this? I never knew tea could settle the stomach like that..." Margaret said, beginning to chug down the high fiber, high sugar content smoothie, mixing it with the cream of the donuts she had.

"Well, my momma and dad always liked the natural way to do things..." Her stepmother said, beginning to explain a (semi)-real story of her past. Margaret's attention was enraptured by her story, and in no time, they had arrived back to the house, with all three drinks long gone, and the box of donuts down to one.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I didn't even think to give you a donut! I'm selfish." Margaret said as she waddled behind her stepmother into the house, the cold mess in the seat of her mind fading from memory.

"Sweet thing, you have it. You deserve it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'm a tubby old woman, you're thinner then a rail, and need to relax. Enjoy your sweets."

"You're not tubby!" Margaret protested, swallowing down the last donuts, cream exploding all over her face, mixing with the other messes to make her look the part of the kid in a candy jar.

"Here, we've gone too long without a hit." Margaret's stepmother said, handing her the pipe, then guiding her upstairs. The sense of relief dulled her reaction, and she felt her genitals exposed to the open air as her stepmother began to change her. Her stepmother breathed in tightly, sounding concerned. "Oh goodness, Maggie, please forgive me."

"What's wrong?" Margaret asked, lightly sipping some wine. The smoothie mixed with the tea and coffee had given her a rush of sugar, making every feel just right.

"I think you have a rash. It's all red. See?" Her stepmother asked, wiping away the mess. It looked very red and inflamed, like someone had sunburn, but from her ass to inner thighs. Margaret's eyes went wide.

"Will I be okay? Should I go to the doctor?"

"You'll be alright. Listen, I just keep making mistakes. I'm so sorry, I hope you don't want to leave again just because your stepmom doesn't have her head screwed the right way. I should've changed you when I had the chance."

"No! Of course not. You're not making mistakes, I mean, I'm the one who went potty like a little child. You're doing great. I know I used to be so judgmental, but don't let that affect you."

"Oh Maggie, you make me so happy. Here, give me a hug." Her stepmother said, squeezing her stepdaughter tightly between her chest for awhile. Eventually the hug ended, and Margaret smiled at her stepmother, glad she had improved her mood. "Magpie, I hate to say this, but we'll need you to stay in diapers until the rash is gone. Having any big girl undies might cause rubbing, and the skin might get infected."

"That sounds horrid. Of course. As long as you won't judge me for wearing a silly thing like a diaper." Margaret said, giggling.

"No, of course not. Once you're free of the rash, we'll get you pads or pull-ups." Her stepmother said, smiling. "For now, let's let your rash get some air."

Her stepmother stepped out for a second, returning with a damp towel. She patted the inflamed parts of her loins, and (purposely) began to tease the outer edges of Margaret's vagina.

"Unf..." Margaret moaned, prompting her stepmother to stop.

"Sorry sweetie, I don't mean to tease. Here, I'm all done, and will be right back. I know just the thing to help pass your time." Her stepmother returned with a vibrating wand, making Margaret's eyes bulge a bit. Popping the pacifier into her mouth, her stepmother slid the wand to her, giving her privacy.

She enjoyed the privacy. Well, beyond enjoyed. Moaning like a beast into the gag, Margaret used the vibrator to dull her horniness, which only grew as she stared at the PlayBoy magazines. Eventually, she was a sweaty mess on the floor, twitching from the deluge of pleasure. Her stepmother came in on queue, and began rubbing creams all over her, explaining to her Stepdaughter.

"I found this in my nieces stuff. Rash cream. This'll make you feel like you got Vaseline in your pants, but I promise it'll make you feel better." Her stepmother said, as the increasingly sleepy Margaret nodded. She remembered being changed into the broken sleeper, then brought downstairs.

Nap time came again.