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**R682** · July 24th, 18, 06:39 AM

"No, no thankyou... I'm alright," Jen blushed, feeling like her whole face was on fire, and grateful that nobody was calling attention to it. "I might just stay here a little while longer by myself, if that's alright." There might be a way out of this after all. She could only thank her lucky stars that fortune seemed to be falling into place for her.

As soon as Sara and her mother were out of the room, Jen scrabbled for the shower head, and turned on a fine spray of freezing cold water, which she used to hose herself down all over, and particularly between her legs. What the hell was wrong with her? This wasn't like her at all. Going swimming, sleepovers; she'd never found herself in a situation like this before, in terms of her own body almost betraying her.

Finally, shivering, and relatively sure she'd suppressed whatever strange passion had overtaken her, with the literal pain of freezing water, Jen scrambled out of the tub and let the water out. Going to the closet, she collected a towel of her own and wrapped herself in it, hugging herself to warm back up. The sooner she could be put back in a diaper, the better, in a way; once covered up again, at least then it didn't matter what strange tricks her body decided to turn.

Coming out of the bathroom, her hair wet and dripping around her shoulders, Jen ran into Sara and her mother coming the other way. Despite her recent circumstances, Jen couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the sight. If nothing else, Sara's mother was quite a bit stronger than anyone could have assumed.

**DiapeePrincessSara** · July 24th, 18, 07:02 AM

Sara was in her mother's arms suckling a bottle that just had water in it since it was nearly bedtime.

"Is everything okay Jen? You were quite red in the face when Sara and I left. Are you getting sick dear?" Sara's mother asked. She noticed it as she and Sara were leaving the room. Sara had confirmed it in the walk to the kitchen that Jen was looking quite red. Sara chalked it up to just being a tad embarrassed by being naked in a tub with her naked best friend and her best friend's mother. This was something that had obviously never happened before to the pair so it is understandibly a tad embarrassing.

Sara finished her bottle and let it fall onto her tummy. Sara's mother lifted Sara over her shoulder and patted her back until Sara let out a loud burp. Sara giggled and said "scoosies" in a very childish voice. She had already nearly perfected talking like a child. Could she have secretly been practicing in her free time?

Sara's mother moved Sara back to a cradled position and popped a pacifier into Sara's mouth. Sara happily suckled the pacifier and began dozing off in her mother's arms. She was still entirely naked except for her diaper.

**R682** · July 24th, 18, 06:23 PM

Jen blushed again, as soon as she was asked, her mind searching for a possible excuse that would hold water. She'd thought for a moment that she'd actually got away with it completely unnoticed. Sick?

"Uh, well, I guess the water was pretty hot and all," she started. But that didn't ring true, even to her. That would never cover it, any more than it would have done for her privates glowing like a bonobo's. So she leapt for the other thing she had worried about before getting in the tub, now far more palatable to her to discuss than the reality. "Well... and um," she looked down at her feet, genuinely a little uncomfortable with what she was about to 'own up' to, "I guess it made me feel like I needed to wee some more all of a sudden... and I... I didn't know what I was supposed to do... so... you know..." she gestured lamely downwards, hoping Sara's mother would catch her implication, and understand her resultant embarrassment in those terms. "I suppose I must already be getting used to having a diaper on, or something..." Jen finished weakly, and more than a little ashamed of herself for both her lie, and for what she'd implied. Less shameful than 'I suddenly got all turned on by bathing with your nude daughter,' though... so the lesser of two evils, when it came to that. Jen breathed an awkward sigh, feeling a little in need of the floor to swallow her up, and never realising Sara's mother would have accepted a far less elaborate excuse.

Fortunately, Sara managed to interrupt any awkwardness with her little burp and childlike grandstanding. Jen still found her eyes drifting over to her simple naked breasts, but fortunately no longer suffered quite the same effects beneath her towel. Hopefully she could present her own self now to be re-diapered, which she could only presume was Sara's mother's next intention, without her recent episode being too apparent.

**DiapeePrincessSara** · July 25th, 18, 04:10 PM

"I see. Well let's get you diapered up so you don't have an accident." Sara's mother pointed to the bathroom so Jen could get up on the table for an easier diapering. Sara's mother stood at the table in a way that allowed Sara's weight to be shifted off of her a bit, whilst also allowing her the freedom to move her arms without disturbing the sleeping girl. Once Jen was in a nighttime diaper with a liberal coating of rash cream on her private area, Sara's mother picked Sara back up to a cradled position. "Let's go back up to Sara's room and get you two dressed for bed." Sara's mother said, exiting the bathroom and walking to the kitchen to gather the onsies she'd bought. With onesies in hand, Sara's mother carried Sara up to Sara's room and laid Sara on the change table.

With no effort, Sara was now dressed in her onesie and ready for bed. Sara's mother lowered the bars on the crib and went to pick Sara up again. Once Sara's mother had Sara in her arms, she carried the sleeping girl to the crib and laid her down. She sat by the edge of the crib petting Sara's hair until Jen arrived to get dressed.

**R682** · July 26th, 18, 05:35 AM

Despite the weirdness of the table, Jen was almost glad to be re-diapered. She winced at the application of cream, however, thankful that her previous state was behind her. At least such thoughts made the experience easier to ignore, and just get on with, though.

It was a big diaper, too. Big enough to leave Jen waddling, even though she was allowed to walk by herself. Did she really need all this? It seemed like it would hold a week's worth of peeing, if required. She understood now why Sara's mother didn't expect either of them to need a chance until morning.

Jen felt more comfortable for being covered up, though, whatever the diaper. She didn't care about her chest; she wasn't ashamed of her breasts, and there was nothing they were likely to do to betray her, so among other females who'd already seen all of her, she was more that happy to leave them on display.

It was with increased confidence, therefore that she came through to the bedroom to get dressed, even though the circumstances still seemed a bit over the top to her. They were even going to sleep as babies, now, all tied up in this game? And in a huge actual crib. Part of her, however, daringly reflected that this was so out there, it would be a shame not to take the opportunity to play along. After all, if nothing else, this was quite the experience, wasn't it? She imagined herself and Sara back at college, laughing about all this, and the weird secret that they shared.

A onesie again now? Well, nothing Jen hadn't already been up for before.

**DiapeePrincessSara** · July 26th, 18, 01:12 PM

Sara's mother grabbed Jen's onesie from the changing table and helped Jen into it. After the onesie was on, she helped Jen into the crib on the opposite side of Sara to prevent disturbing her. Sara stayed sound asleep throughout the duration of Jen getting into the crib with her. "Do you need anything else before you go to bed dear?" Sara's mother asked Jen.

Sara rolled over towards Jen as she slept, her right arm now on Jen. Sara's mother giggles at the cuteness. "Aww isn't that just precious. Sara wants to cuddle." She said. "I wish I had my camera in here so I could get a picture of this." She continued.

**R682** · July 26th, 18, 05:40 PM

"Thankyou," Jen acknowledged, at the gentle, casual and easy help she received getting into the onesie. Once she was zipped up into it, she went from almost nude to almost completely wrapped up and secured in less than a heartbeat. Only her hands, head and feet stuck out, like tiny little pink corners.

"Can I have a drink available?" she asked, politely. "You, know, just in case I want one during the night." Under normal circumstances, she might just wander to the bathroom and stick her mouth under the tap, but something made her think that might be more complicated right now. "Oh, and you said something about a monitor..." Jen added. "I mean, I don't think I'll need to bother you. I don't actually think it'll be a problem if I need a wee in the night." Not with a diaper like this. Not even if she needed fifty. "But... you know..."

She got shyly up into the crib, with it's lowered side, marveling that Sara could be asleep again so quickly and easily.

"I think maybe she just sleeps like this," Jen mused, as Sara turned towards her. Not that she wasn't happy enough to snuggle with Sara if Sara wanted or needed to snuggle. But she wouldn't want to make assumptions, or impose herself on her friend, especially the way she'd been feeling recently.

"Hm, maybe I'd prefer no photos..." she added, as politely as she could, to Sara's mother's suggestion. "I'm not sure what the girls at school would make of all this, if it ever got out."

**DiapeePrincessSara** · July 27th, 18, 09:49 AM

Sara's mother smiled. "The monitors are already set dear, one of the other instructions the crew had was to install them. If you need anything just say the word and I will be in. I will grab a bottle for both of you so if you or Sara should awaken thirsty, water will be available to you." She spoke softly to avoid disturbing Sara. Within two minutes, Sara's mother had disappeared to the kitchen to get bottles ready and reappeared in the room handing them to Jen. "Here you go honey. If you need a refill during the night don't hesitate to wake me up. I promise I won't be upset." Sara's mother said with a smile.

Sara was fast asleep with her pacifier still in her mouth. She was dreaming about the events of the day and how she hated being diapered and babied at first but now she was truly enjoying every second of it. She wished she could stay like that forever.

**R682** · July 27th, 18, 03:50 PM

Jen settled herself down beside her friend, passively. She wasn't quite sure she was ready to go to sleep yet, herself. But despite not having Sara's magical ability to fall asleep on the spot, she could only assume that if she gave herself enough time to settle and relax, it would come to her.

The ball of the diaper around her nether regions was a little disconcerting at first. It was so bulky, it kept her legs apart, and felt like she was sleeping on top of a second pillow tucked away down there, angling her in an odd way. Again, she could only persuade herself that she'd probably soon adapt to the unusual position and sensation, and no doubt she'd be grateful for it if she woke up again in the night needing to go.

She closed her eyes and tried to settle herself, reconciling that it would take however long it needed to, but eventually she would fall asleep.

**DiapeePrincessSara** · July 28th, 18, 02:13 PM

Sara snuggled up closely to Jen as she slept, her face went into Jen's chest as she moved. She mumbled in her sleep about her accident after school. "Mommy." She said muffled by her pacifier and her face being in Jen's chest.

Sara's mother moved Sara's computer chair to beside the crib and sat down. She reached her arm through the bars of the crib and petted Sara's hair. "It's okay honey. Mommy is here." Sara's mother said softly. Sara nuzzled Jen's chest as she began to calm down from her mother petting her hair. "I apologize for Sara's behavior. If you'd like I can remove her face from your breasts if you'd like." She said, still petting Sara's hair.