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When Blossom returned to the center of the room with a diaper in one hand and a bottle of baby powder in the other, she leaned in close... really really close, like she might have kissed Amy. Instead, her lips moved past hers, to one side, and she whispered into her ear.

"I'd like to diaper you. If that's Green, please nod your head. If it's not, shake your head and I'll have you diaper yourself and we can pretend I did it."

Diaper me? Like... undress me and redress me? I looked at her with wide eyes, trying to piece together everything she said. The implications of it. She meant seeing me naked. She meant... I quickly shook my head. But rather than handing me the diaper, Blossom paused.

"Yellow, okay?" she said.

Yellow. Talk about it? I nodded. Why was I struggling so much with words?

"You're doing really well, and I think that my diapering you could be good for us - a good threshold to cross - and also good for the scene. But I think you've probably never had anyone diaper you before, and I've never done it before, so I can understand you being nervous. What do you think about it?"

"I... dunno..." I felt sick. No, I felt anxious. I felt a mixture of uncertainty and butterflies. I felt terrified! I felt elated. I felt confused.

"I want to," Blossom insisted, not to pressure Amy, but because she thought Amy needed to hear it.

"You'll see me naked," I said quietly, like maybe Blossom hadn't figured that out yet.

"I know, and I think you're beautiful, and I'm very comfortable with the idea of seeing you naked. And I promise to be respectful of your body, and your boundaries. And we can approach the entire thing under the guise of Yellow, and at any point you can tell me Red and take over the remainder."

"But..." I don't know what I had to complain about. That was a good deal. And in a vacuum, if someone asked me if I wanted Blossom to diaper me? Absolutely. But now, here, in the reality of it...

"I'm gross..." I muttered.

"I know you think you are, and I promise that you're not. I pinky promise, in fact."

Blossom held up one pinky, right in front of Amy's face, and she smiled a genuine and very pretty smile.

I looked at Blossom, at her pinky, and at Blossom again. My heart was pounding, and my fight or flight was always set to flight. I wanted to leave this room, leave this beach house, and leave the planet. But it was Blossom's stupid quirky smile that made me stay. She looked like she had the whole world in that smile, and she wanted to share it with me.

So, with a sigh, I reached out and locked her pinky with my trembling pinky.

Blossom linked her pinky with Amy, and then turned that into holding her hand. She walked with her over to the bed, devoid of sheets, and gestured for Amy to lay down on a spot that wasn't damp.

Alright Blossom, she thought, this is it, this is your time to shine. You've never done this before, but you have read about it, and you have diapered yourself, and you have diapered babies. You can do this!

"Up you get, sweetheart."

I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Blossom with deep concern. Behind my glossy eyes was pure, unadulterated fear. It was like if Ai was a coward instead of curious. Maybe that was my character trait.

"You got this," Blossom reassured Amy, smiling.

I nodded and laid backward onto the bed, so I was facing the ceiling. I started playing with my fingers and counting specs in the paint.

"Put your thumb in your mouth, sweetheart."

It seemed like an ideal way to keep her hands busy, but so was getting this done in a reasonable timeframe. So Blossom unfolded the diaper and zhuzhed it between her hands to fluff it up the way the girls online said to do it. Then set it down on the bed next to Amy. Next, she hooked her hands into the edges of the soaking wet pajama pants and panties and began to tug them down over Amy's thighs.

I never sucked my thumb. Maybe as like a joke or a quick little play-pretend in bed, but not really. I liked my pacifier, but I didn't have my pacifier, so I put my thumb in my mouth instead. When I felt Blossom's fingers in the waistband of my pajama pants, I bit down on it, silencing my anxiety with pain. When Blossom tugged, I lifted my butt ever so slightly, the same way I would take off my own pants before changing into a diaper.

The pajamas peeled down my skin the way wet clothes do. It reminded me of the state I was in, of the soaking wet panties because of my quote-unquote "little accident". Heat filled my cheeks and I had to look up - at the wall behind me - just to keep from glancing down at Blossom.

Cold air touched places on my body cold air shouldn't touch in the company of a friend. The skin was damp where the panties were peeled away, and then I felt that same cold dampness slide down my thighs. Once I was sure the pajamas were past my knees, I quickly shut my knees and pulled them up to a near 90 degree angle, hiding as much of my body as I could with my huge thighs. My vision blurred with tears.

"There we go, you're doing such a good job, cupcake. Your pants are off, and that's the hard part. The rest is going to be easy peasy lemon squeezy, you'll see."

Blossom took the diaper in her hands and lined it up, ready to slide under Amy's bottom. Then she considered the best way to go about this, because the logistics of it weren't immediately apparent. Asking would probably be the easiest way, she reasoned.

"Lift your booty, cutie patootie. Lemme get this diaper under there."

I wished I could say the whole thing was a blur. Sometimes they say that in stories, but that sure as hell wasn't the case. I was naked for maybe less than a minute, and it felt like a year had gone by. I was so eager to be dressed again that I didn't even care if I was dressed in a diaper. So I raised my butt up, still trying to squeeze my knees together, and waited until Blossom instructed me to put it back down. My butt landed on the soft padding and a crinkle brought quiet to the loudness. It felt like bumping into an old friend, one you actually liked. I sucked on my thumb for comfort.

Pleased with her alignment - and Blossom leaned down to the left and right to eye it up and double-check that, too - she gently dusted a layer of powder all over Amy's diaper area, thought about rubbing it in, decided against it, and then pulled the diaper up between her legs. Satisfyingly, she seemed to have nailed the fit and position, so now all she had to do was pull the wings over and tape it up. Home stretch.

"You're doing so good, Amy."

The worst was over. Opening my legs wide enough for her to pull the diaper up between them had literally stopped my heart. It was one or two seconds of death, not of embarrassment but of panic. And then, as the thick padding filled the space between my legs, all the anxiety ebbed away. My heart raced again, everything felt warm, and Blossom's hands on the front of my diaper filled my stomach with butterflies. Everything smelled like baby powder. I finally let myself look down at her as she fumbled with the tapes. She was so pretty...

"Alrighty, let's do the bottom ones first so we get a good fit."

Blossom had read a lot of debate online over top tapes vs bottom tapes first, and even heard a whole podcast about the topic, but Amy was like Blossom and had pretty proud thighs. Blossom figured it would probably be best to go with what she knew better - bottoms first - because that was how she did it on herself.

And on that topic, boy was it easier to diaper someone else than to diaper yourself!

The sound of tapes. The pressure on my thighs. The tightness of the plastic as she pulled it taut around my hips. The security of each tape as it clung to the landing zone. Did Blossom do a good job? I wasn't sure. But I sucked thoughtlessly on my thumb and closed my eyes, lulled into a blissful calm by the carelessness of having my diaper changed for the first time in my life. It was... unbelievable.

Four tapes, a good amount of symmetry, a snug fit… Blossom was really really proud of herself. She fussed a little with the leg gathers with her fingers and then rubbed the front of Amy's diaper in satisfaction at the job she'd done. She'd also only gotten even more aroused in all of this, and Blossom's cheeks were a cheerful cherry color to match Amy's.

"There we go, my little cupcake. No more wet bed sheets, no more troubles. You're much better this way. And you did so good, my little baby girl~"

Better this way. Baby girl. I knew my character had to fight and pout and say that there was no way I'd ever wet a diaper, but I couldn't even pull my thumb from my mouth. I looked up at Blossom with glossy eyes and, if I had to go potty, I would have wet myself right there just to prove I never wanted to be in panties again.

Blossom crawled up next to Amy on the bed, gently, delicately, and positioned herself next to and slightly further up than she was. She slipped her arm under Amy's neck to play with her hair and prompt her to roll over and cuddle.

"Come here, baby girl, cuddle up with me, alright? You did such a good job, and you've earned it."

Blossom pulled me over her chest, with one leg over her legs and my diaper against her bare thigh. I pulled my thumb out of my mouth to cuddle, but I didn't say anything for a long time. I felt so comfortable in her arms, in my diaper. My diaper.

But after a while, just a few minutes of fogging up my glasses with how close my face was to her chest, I started to lose that feeling. That bliss. It was like the way you feel when you orgasm: things seem wonderful, and then those feelings fade into the background. It felt like everything in the background was everything I have ever wanted. But in the foreground? Well, I felt really fucking stupid.

I sat up quickly, startling Blossom. She looked at me with surprise and confusion, but I looked back at her with determination.

"I wanna go write now," I said. "I have an idea."