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"Wait... wait wait. Are you... are you saying you did this to me? You did it intentionally? What? Why? Because it turns you on?"

I didn't say that exactly, but maybe it was implied. I mean, Blossom in diapers did turn me on. Was it so bad to lean into that?

"I'm so sorry, I really am! I wasn't thinking, and I regret it... but it was necessary too, wasn't it? You don't want to wet the bed, do you? It was a reasonable suggestion!"

"I didn't have problems wetting the bed! You set this whole thing up, you tossed me under the bus! I should spank your ass until it's the color of a tomato."

I blinked. I didn't see that coming. But she said something that wasn't exactly true, and I could rephrase it.

"You did have problems wetting the bed," I countered. "You did it last night. And I told you - after it happens once, it just keeps happening. I'm on your side. But I'm not all me right now... things keep changing."

It took Blossom a moment to stay caught up with the narrative, and she nodded her head as Amy explained things out to her.

"So… what you're saying is that by this time tomorrow, I could be in danger of actually liking this? Like you are?"

I felt a bit of heat on my cheeks. Actually like diapers? Had I ever done a roleplay with Blossom where I didn't need convincing? This felt like new territory. Maybe even too realistic.

"Y-yeah... but that won't happen. I'll fix it." Then, after a long pause, I said: "If you don't want to help me get changed anymore, I understand. You're probably mad at me."

"Oh no, no no, I'm going to put you in your diaper," Blossom said with mock anger. "I'm not waking up in the same bed as you because you wet the sheets. You're getting safely taped up in this thing, and then we can talk about why it's not okay to try and turn your friends into diaper sluts."

"Sorry," I said again, though her speech was a little odd. Too light-hearted. I wasn't sure if that was a Blossom-thing or a story-thing. Maybe the effects of wearing the diaper were faster-acting than I led her to believe.

"Lay back."

So I did. I was hoping to do most of the diaper change myself, and just let Blossom do the tapes. But the narrative had led us here. I took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling. She had done it before. It was fine.

"You know, I should find the lady who did this, and have her fix me and not fix you." Blossom tugged down Amy's pants. "By this time next week, you'll probably be walking around campus in a diaper and T-shirt and nothing else, because you'll want people to see who you've become. Won't you?"

Walking around school in a diaper? I could barely take a car ride! But if this... curse? Hypnosis? Whatever this imaginary woman did to me. If it kept progressing, is that what would happen? My face felt hot.

"Please... I said I was sorry. You can't let that happen to me..."

"Oh, just like you let this happen to me?"

There was definitely some sarcastic venom in Blossom's tone as she said that, but it was maybe hard to notice amongst the fact that she was lifting Amy's legs up by the ankles.

The ankle-lift was super awkward. It was okay for taking off my pants and underwear, but not so good for the diaper changing part. I was too big.

"I couldn't help it... it felt so right, and I just... I told you, it's changing my thoughts! And I was too embarrassed to tell you..."

"Up."

I lifted up. My pants were off and my legs were open and my heart rate was high. I closed my eyes tight. The crinkling of the diaper sounded louder as she slid it under me. I lowered my hands to my hips to help get it in place. The faster this was over, the better.

"Mhm, so you say. You tell me 'oh I can't help it' or 'it's normal for me to want to put you in a diaper' or whatever; but as far as I can see it, you just wanted to drag me into this. Maybe you even asked this woman to do this to you, huh? Maybe you always wanted it."

With the diaper in position, Blossom pulled the bottom tapes into place, and then the top ones. She was getting pretty good at this!

"That's... I didn't! Of course I didn't!"

"Would you even remember? You said it yourself, your thoughts are changing."

"I..." I hesitated. The diaper was taped in place and I was well and truly enveloped in the conversation. Had I always liked diapers? Had I asked for this, to overcome my own shame? My character sure didn't think so! But the way the padding felt when I pressed my legs together...

"See? You don't even know. This could all have been a setup; you're a pervert and you wanted me to be a pervert alongside you so you orchestrated this. I bet that you asked that woman to curse us both so you wouldn't have to feel alone."

"That... that isn't true. I wouldn't do that to you..." I sunk into the bed a little, squeezing my thighs. The thickness pushed them apart. The crinkling sound was just loud enough to reach my ears. I knew my character felt guilty, but I also knew she really liked diapers. Those two things were in heavy contest at that moment, as they often were.

"You might not have planned to, but you said that you're not completely yourself right now, that she influenced your thoughts? Remember when you said that? So maybe you did do this to me, and maybe you thought it was what I'd want, because you love it so much."

I sat up in a huff. My cheeks were burning, and the both of us in diapers was always a recipe for disaster. Or paradise; they were basically synonyms for me.

"Fine! If you want to blame me for all this, find this lady yourself! And if you fail, don't come crawling back to me!"

Blossom stared at me. I stared back. It was weird to fight in a roleplay, but it sure had a lot of tension. A lot of "reality". Plus, this kind of casual bickering was rather normal for Blossom and me, like whenever she tried to pay me a compliment.

"I guess neither of us can be sure," Blossom finally relented. "And fighting about it is bad for both of us."

"Yeah..." I sighed. "Let's just... get some sleep. Tomorrow all this will be over."

"Yeah maybe. Or maybe we'll both wake up loving this and not want it to be over. But I guess we don't have a choice, do we?"

Honestly? Blossom thought that outcome was really fucking hot. She had always really appreciated beyond-the-fall stories.

Blossom and I crawled into bed together. It was late, but not super late. Honestly, I wasn't even that tired. I thought the drive and the food would put me to sleep, but it wasn't enough.

Blossom clicked off the lights, but her bedside lamp was still on. My glasses were still on too. She didn't pull me into her chest like she usually did, but rather kept her distance. Awkwardly. I took a stab in the near-dark: we were still in-scene.

"I asked for two beds," I told her, a little quietly. It was an obvious lie, since she booked the hotel. A test, to see if we were still going.

"Maybe you meant to, and the perverted little diaper girl that your brain is transforming you into decided against it. Maybe you figured if you were in bed with me we'd just start… I don't know, rubbing diapers on each other?"

"Shut up," I said sharply, full of annoyance. But, I mean. Was that wrong? Wasn't I eager to touch her, to run my fingers along the plastic wings of her diaper? Was that in character, or was that just Amanda? Did it really matter?

I looked up at the ceiling and tried not to think about it. In character, I couldn't do anything. If I did, she would think I had done all this on purpose. That I was a pervert. No, for her own sake, and mine, I needed to keep my hands to myself. For once, I hated it.

"…it is pretty comfortable."

Blossom waited a few minutes to say that, because it seemed like an in-character 'next step' to make, but also because she didn't want this to end. Not yet.

"Yeah, I thought so too," I mumbled, stealing a glance at Blossom. She was also looking up at the ceiling. "I mean, it makes sense, right? It's all padding and fluff, so of course it's comfortable."

"Kind of like a blanket, or a pillow, but just… down there…"

"Yeah, like, when you're cuddled up to a pillow at night..."

A quiet pause.

"And, um. They're kind of cute feeling, right?" I asked. Was that too far? "I just mean, since they're for babies, and babies are cute, so..."

"I guess that logic makes sense…" Blossom made sure to keep a tone of skepticism; she was still in character, after all!

"Yeah..." I shyly stole another glance at Blossom. She looked over at me, just a bit. Then we both looked at the ceiling again. It felt like the first time we slept in the same bed, but instead of it being me and Blossom there were two of me. Blossom was so direct, so certain. Seeing her like this, playing a girl who was nervous as I was? It was almost endearing.

After a few more moments, Blossom decided to speak a few more thoughts. Or her character did.

"Will you still like me if this turns me into a little diaper-loving pervert…?"

"Uh..." I looked over at Blossom for real this time. She was holding the blanket against her chest like a little kid. Like she was actually nervous. It almost sounded like a real question.

"That won't happen," I said quietly.

"But if it did..."

"If it did... well, then that means we didn't fix this. So I'd be right there alongside you. Right?"

"I suppose so. At least I wouldn't be alone."

Pause. Quiet.

"Do you wanna… cuddle? Don't think anything weird, I'm just cold."

"Y-yeah, that... okay." I inched a little closer to Blossom and she inched a little closer to me. Very slowly, we each turned on our side and almost touched our foreheads together. My bare knees bumped up against her bare knees. It wasn't exactly cuddling, and it didn't keep us any warmer, but there was a hesitation there.

Blossom put her forehead to Amy's, and closed her eyes. And with her eyes closed, with the excuse of subconscious impulse, she moved her body in closer. She exhaled and squeezed into the space. And she put one hand under the covers onto Amy's hip.

Her fingers brushed the wing of my diaper. It crinkled. I used that - or my character used that - as permission. I put my own hand on her hip slowly, savoring every sensation of my fingertips on the plastic. I looked up at Blossom shyly; her eyes were still closed.

She might have wanted to send an image of being asleep, or close to it, but Blossom's hand was moving. Gently down Amy's hip, exploring over the wing of the diaper, and crinkling playfully at the plastic. It was such a lovely melodic sound. And the sensation of Amy's fingers on her own diaper was making Blossom feel like all of her insides were vibrating.

I kept watching Blossom. She never opened her eyes, but her hand was moving ever so slightly. She wasn't asleep. If this was still part of the scene, then maybe her touching my diaper was a little bit unconscious. So I did the same, tracing the wings of her diaper along her bare thigh, and pressing gently into the padding. Just enough to really make it crinkle. I inched closer to her without thinking. It felt so automatic.

With every one of her nerve-endings tingling and on fire, Blossom waited until she couldn't wait any longer, and let her fingers wander onto Amy's diaper proper. And when she did, she decided to have her lips find Amy's, because scene or not she really wanted a kiss.

When Blossom pulled away from the kiss, my eyes were a little glossy and my lungs felt empty. It was such a simple kiss, something almost amateurish. So unlike Blossom. Like a first kiss. In retrospect, Blossom was actually my first kiss with a girl. I never thought about it like that.

"I... I'm sorry..." Blossom mumbled, taking one look at Amy, then looking away. It was probably something closer to what Amy would say, rather than Blossom.

"It's okay," I said quietly. Her uncertainty was so unfamiliar, and it was actually me who inched closer, so that our thighs were pressed against one another. My fingers followed the wing of her diaper like a landing strip, until it rested on the top of her butt. Her thick, padded butt.

"Mm… I like that…" Blossom mumbled and bit her lip, arching as Amy touched at the small of her back, wanting more. But she didn't want to ruin the scene by pushing things too far, too fast. The truth was that Blossom was really good at leading a scene and really good at getting what she wanted. And this scene was more about subtle surrender.

"Yeah...?" I inched even closer, which was not possible. My thighs pushed against hers until they parted, until my knee found a spot between hers. I was nearly pressed up to her, with only enough space between us to keep things innocent. Of course, my hand was still on her diaper.

"My diaper is… really soft… and you should touch it more…" Blossom said, between stammered breaths. She bit her lip, with her knee pressing up against Amy's diaper in kind. There was nothing that should have been arousing about that moment, but it certainly was.

"If you're insisting," I whispered, careful to stay in character. I knew Blossom would be fine with it, but this nervous girl in front of me was less adventurous. If I took too many liberties, it would brand me a pervert.

I ran my hand down the back of her diaper, under her bottom, and squeezed it. Squeezing a butt through a diaper was a lot different to squeezing a butt without one. Conclusion: infinitely better.

"I'm… insisting, please."

There weren't a lot of days in her life when Blossom Brixley wouldn't have wanted to have her butt groped by a cute girl, and having her ass grabbed through a diaper was amazing. And gosh she wanted to just take control of everything, but she was doing her best to show restraint.

The pace of the night was exhausting. It was another ten minutes before we kissed again, and another half an hour before the front of my diaper was pressed up against hers. Her hand began to mimic mine as I explored. The seat of her diaper, the leg bands, their elasticity. The soft plastic of the wings, the shape of the tapes. The thickness between her thighs. Every so often I would grab the back at the waistband and pull it up, pressing the padding tighter against her skin. Then, a minute or two later, she would do the same to me.

After another hour, my head was on her shoulder and her head was on mine. I had one arm over her waist, and she had one over mine. I had one arm between us, and she had one under my head. I squeezed her tight against me, flattening her massive boobs against my moderate ones. She squeezed me tight against her, so that I would ever so slightly shift my weight off the bed and onto her thigh.

We hadn't said a word in a long time, but neither of us were asleep. We were rocking back and forth in unison, in time with inaudible music. My diaper against her diaper. My body against her body. My thigh between her legs and her thigh between mine. Every now and again, we'd slip out of sync, like someone changed the tracks, but it would only take us a couple seconds to find each other again. The same wavelength, the same waves. Constant, consistent waves. Rocking us, like babies in a bassinet.

I wasn't sure what stopped us. Exhaustion, or embarrassment. I don't know if she fell asleep or I did. But for so long, for an indeterminate amount of time, we were both tightly wound, like little toy cars waiting to be let go. And I couldn't speak for Blossom, but I was so turned on.