CryBabyCereal’s chat was scrolling by at a rapid pace. The camera for her stream was set a good distance away from herself, so it could capture the whole view. The View of her in a large baby bouncer.

The bouncer was a large contraption. A heavy-duty metal base supported 4 sturdy arms that reached up almost to the ceiling of the room it was in. It was tall and sturdy to support the contraption, and the person that would be in it, that hung midair from the four long arms with stretchy bouncy rubber ropes secured to the frame with springs. These supported the bouncer itself which looked something like a person pouch. It was a thick cloth harness that wrapped around CryBabyCereal’s bottom half, going around her butt and over her belly button. Around the top of this harness, using the rubber ropes as support, was a large round tray that encircled CryBabyCereal, and on which she had a few screens to monitor her chat and other stream statistics.

The whole set up was effective. The harness was adjusted to be just high enough off the ground that CryBabyCereal’s weight only brough it down enough for her feet to barely touch the ground, meaning she was kept in an effective state of perpetual bouncing. The tray was secured around her with a lock, meaning she couldn’t escape her bouncy predicament without the key. Even without the tray in the way getting in and out of the bouncer without help was a difficult task.

This was all by design of course. A set up for one of her more popular stream segments, the Baby Bouncer Power Hour. A segment where CryBabyCereal is secured into her bouncer by her caregiver partner until a certain segment is done. This usually takes, and often goes over, the titular power hour. The predicament proved popular with her chat. It probably helped that she often started this power hour already in a wet diaper and often exited her bouncer in an even wetter diaper. She was sure to keep her chat informed all the while and they ate it up.

CryBabyCereal had been well into her power hour, having just got done with a segment about Stuffies new Baby Bee’s diaper.

“As you can imagine I am crazy excited to get my hands on the Baby Bee’s, I haven’t had my chance yet,” CryBabyCereal explained to her chat in a hopeful tone. She rested her head in her hand longingly. “At this point I think all my shapes would have been gone cuz I am super soggy,” CryBabyCereal emphasized this with an enthusiastic bounce, the movement of which continued for a while.

“But we’re going to move on to the next and last segment of this Baby Bouncer Power Hour, and good thing too because I am about to leak. We’ve got a special guest here to talk about a serious topic,” CryBabyCereal again bounced with enthusiasm. “She’s a small streamer that you all probably don’t know because she does big girl streams. Every one shake your rattles for Bandsy!” CryBabyCereal’s showmanship made the unveiling of a nervous looking Bandsy on her own webcam more of an event than it was. “Oh, geez I can already tell I’ve spooked her.” CryBabyCereal said apologetically.

“A little,” Bandsy admitted. “I’m not gonna lie, seeing adult sized baby bouncer written in text really doesn’t do the actual thing justice. That thing’s huge.”

“Gotta be if you wanna keep me stuck in it,” CryBabyCereal nodded sagely while also bouncing some more creating an entertaining image. Bandsy couldn’t help a grin at the image.

“So, you really can’t get out of that thing?”

“Nope, I’m stuck in here until I’m done. That’s the whole point.”

“I know I know. Just seeing it is …”

“Impressive?” CryBabyCereal offered a word for the struggling Bandsy.

“Yeah, sure let’s go with that,” Bandsy said politely.

“You’re doing great Bandsy,” CryBabyCereal spoke genuinely. “I really appreciate you coming on, and you’re handling this better than most vanillas I know.”

“Wow vanilla huh?” Bandsy said with fake offense.

“Well, it’s all relative, but that brings me to why I wanted to have you on. If people don’t know you recently got sponsored by Stuffies.”

“I did, they even let me use you as a recommendation so I didn’t have to wear em’”

“Right. Because unfortunately, even with how far we’ve come, people still don’t really accept wearing diapers and being little. So much that they’re bullying poor Bandsy and she doesn’t even wear diapers, or pull-ups for that matter.”

“Well, a lot of that might be on me,” Bandsy admitted. “I try pretty hard to fight the cries of being just another diaper streamer, no offense.”

“None taken, that’s part of what I mean too. Even if you did wear diapers like me, that shouldn’t mean you have to be relegated to being a big baby like me on stream. You should be able to keep doing the same kind of stream you already do.”

“In a perfect world.”

“But see this is where we don't do so great either,” CryBabyCereal explained. “Because I see a lot of comments on some streams of people saying ‘oh they’re not a real baby, they’re faking it’ when they're wearing pull-ups instead of diapers, or not wetting them or something.”

“Wait Really?” Bandsy was a bit surprised. “Yeah, that’s kinda messed up. I mean not everyone can afford big bouncers like you have.”

“And even if they did maybe they don’t want to stream themselves stuck in it,” CryBabyCereal continued Bandsy’s thought. “It really sucks that people keep trying to put other people in boxes you know. I just want people to do what they want. You should be able to keep doing your gaming streams whether or not you’re wearing a diaper.”

“I’m not for the record,” Bandsy added with a bit of a blush.

“Never say never Bandsy,” CryBabyCereal said with a smirk.

“Wait what?” Bandsy played up her reaction because she picked up on CryBabyCereal’s playful mood. “Didn’t you just get done telling me I can do whatever you want?”

“You can. I’ve done my serious spiel about respecting everyone’s identity or whatever, now it’s time for my duty as a little to try and corrupt everyone else to being a diaper baby like me.”

“Oh ok,” Bandsy said dismissively.

“What? This doesn’t look fun to you?” CryBabyCereal emphasized the question with a bounce.

“It does look a little fun not gonna lie,” Bandsy’s tone was clearly playing along. “But I enjoy more mature hobbies.”

“I’m sure,” CryBabyCereal donned another playful smirk. “You’re only a little younger than me, so I’m sure you were around during the whole little land craze. You didn’t wear any diapers even back then?”

“No,” Bandsy said with a blush. It was so obvious that there was more to that answer that Bandsy herself clarified. “I didn’t wear diapers back then, just pull-ups.”

“Chat,” CryBabyCereal leaned close to her mic for comedic effect. “We got her.” Even Bandsy had to laugh at that one, though she was still blushing heavily. “So, what was your pull-up of choice Bandsy?”

“Oh, I don’t even remember,” Bandsy said thinking. “Cush Tush I think.”

“Oh no!” CryBabyCereal cried out dramatically bouncing in her bouncer from the effort. “No wonder you don’t wanna wear diapers if you started with those things. Those were terrible.”

“Really?” Bandsy said kind of shocked.

“Oh girl, just check the chat,” Bandsy did just that and the chat was filled with laughing emojis, the letter F, and other musings of how bad they were. “I only tried them once. Definitely not up to Stuffies quality, even back then before Wollingtech bought them. Might as well have been peeing in panties.”

“True that,” Bandsy said in a distinct manner.

“Oh?” CryBabyCereal immediately picked up on Bandsy’s weird tone. “I think there’s a story there. Did you, Bandsy, purposefully pee in a diaper. Scandalous!” The joke here was obvious. Bandsy still blushed though as a truth had been uncovered there, playfully or not.

“I only ever tried once,” Bandsy admitted with a blush. “I mean I was curious. Even some of the people like me that were just doing it for the fad like used them. It went just like you said though, they didn’t hold anything at all. That kinda turned me off the whole thing.”

“Girl that is a travesty,” CryBabyCereal slammed the tray of her bouncer in fake anger. “Those aren’t even around anymore, not even the tourists could put up with them. You cannot let that be your only experience with diapers. I feel like you owe it to yourself to try again just to see what a real diaper feels like.”

“Yeah, I dunno,” Bandsy blushed again, but not for the immediately obvious reason. It was because at that moment she already was giving a real diaper a try, or a real pull-up anyway, and she agreed with CryBabyCereal. The Discrete pull-ups were leagues better than the Cush Tush pull-ups that CryBabyCereal and her chat had just spent a few minutes trashing.

Bandsy had been feeling the inkling to try wetting again, one that had been increasingly pressing on her. Until this moment though, she had not though to link her hesitance to try diapers again to this original bad experience she had with a sub-par pull-up. Bandsy managed to hide the reaction this was having on her for the sake of the stream.

“’I dunno’ sounds like there’s a chance,” CryBabyCereal said playfully.

“There’s a chance I’ll win the lottery tomorrow too, but I wouldn’t count on that,” Bandsy countered expertly.

“I think you wetting a pull-up has a higher chance of happening than you winning the lottery.”

“Didn’t I just tell you how hard I’m trying not to be a diaper streamer?”

“And didn’t I just give you a spiel about how you can wear diapers and not be a diaper streamer.”

“And now look at you, peer pressuring me into joining you in the bouncer.”

“Peer pressure implies I’m a peer.”

“As a streamer!”

“Or as a baby.” Bandsy and CryBabyCereal stopped that back and forth for a brief moment before entering a giggling fit.

“Is this the hard-hitting interviews you have on this show?” Bandsy said still laughing.

“Got you to admit that you wet a pull-up, didn’t I?” CryBabyCereal.shot a proud look.

“I mean who didn’t back then right?”

“True true,” CryBabyCereal finally relented. “And I just wanna say again. Bandsy’s been a great sport while we play around, but it’s important to let people do what they want without judging them. Doesn’t matter if Bandsy does or doesn’t try diapers again, and you should try them again Bandsy. She should be able to be whatever she wants, and do whatever she wants without being bullied. Whether it's for being a baby or not being baby enough.” Bandsy nodded in agreement, though the seriousness and genuineness of the statement was somewhat undercut by CryBabyCereal unintentionally bouncing as she spoke. “And that’s what I want to end on. I need to go get my diaper changed, and Bandsy doesn’t wanna be here for that.”

“Not particularly,” Bandsy laughed.

“You’ve been great, everyone please send Bandsy some love, her channel is linked below.” With a bit of an awkward wave, Bandsy said goobye, closing her web cam stream and exiting the show.

When she was on her own, Ravel’s pent up emotions from the stream hit her all at once and she donned a heavy blush. What CryBabyCereal had said about trying diapers again was rattling in her head, and the desire to wet the pull-up she was wearing was stronger than ever. So strong she probably would have if she needed to go at that moment. Was she really letting one bad experience from years ago keep her from a lifestyle she might enjoy? Signs pointed to yes and the fact that she was consistently wearing Discrete pull-ups meant that something was there for her.

Ravel stood up to get ready for bed. The sudden change shifted something in her and suddenly a hypothetical became reality. She needed to pee, not a lot, but it didn’t need to be a lot for this mental block to be broken. Her thoughts earlier weren’t wrong, the temptation gnawed furiously at her, and she felt a flutter in her tummy as her brain almost made the decision without her thinking about it.

Just like that she did it. She let go and started wetting the pull-up. Immediately she was hit with a wave of anxiety. She had the phantom feeling of warm liquid running down her leg to the floor, but when she looked down everything was dry. The only sensation was the spreading warm sensation around her crotch as the pull-ups dutifully absorbed everything.

It wasn’t long before the deed was finished and the last drop of urine fell from Ravel’s bladder and into the waiting padding. Ravel threw her pajama bottoms off her and into her hamper and ran to her bathroom to look at herself in the mirror. The pull-up from the outside was almost unchanged, only swollen slightly from its original size. The dark color scheme did a good job of hiding any dark stain from the liquid it was holding. What was more enticing was what Ravel couldn’t see, but that she knew was true.

She was in a wet pull-up. She had wet that pull-up herself. It was as if something was fundamentally different about her, even though there was no visible evidence. She could feel the warmth of the soggy pull-up around her waist as she looked in the mirror and she could see herself as an abdl like CryBabyCereal was. She saw a person that belonged in diapers, stuck in a bouncer, babbling away happily not caring how much she used her diaper. It was an unrealistic image, and Ravel knew that. There was a large degree of difference between what she had just done and what CryBabyCereal did on a daily basis. To say that trying out wetting a pull-up put her in the same league as a professional diaper streamer was ridiculous. That wasn’t the important part though.

When Ravel looked in the mirror while feeling the soggy padding around her waist, she saw herself as that professional diaper streamer and full time abdl. She saw that and she didn’t hate how it made her feel.

That thought, and that image enticed her in a very familiar way. She grabbed the soggy pull-up and pressed it against herself, biting her lip as she did. There was a moment of hesitation. Was she really about to do this? Wetting the pull-up was already one door opened, was she really about to open yet another one by getting off in that wet pull-up? The question would answer itself as Ravel left the bathroom, unable to contain her desire. She laid on her bed, and quickly grabbed a vibrator from a drawer in the night stand next to her bed. She eagerly turned it on and the image of her streaming in her wet pull-up filled her mind. She opened another new door, and that door revealed a lot of truths about herself.