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There was a sound from Blossom's lips that sounded roughly like eygoagoahy, and it took her a moment to pull the pacifier from her lips after she realized she hadn't made any sense. She didn't sit up when she did so, but she did pull it free just so she could be understood.

"I gotta go use the bathroom~"

How many episodes had it been?

"You're wearing your bathroom," I said in response. That line was burned into my brain by a thousand diaper stories, like a war scar. But then I second-guessed myself. "Unless, like... if that's too much..."

"Nuhuh, I was going to anyway. I just didn't wanna make you uncomfortable."

Blossom had wet herself before. Even before Amy, in different contexts. She'd done the scene with Amy where she'd wet herself too, and she'd also wet several diapers in her time since owning them. But this seemed a little different, a little more… she didn't know how to phrase it, because her head still felt fizzy and staticky. But it felt like she had to ask to make sure it was okay. She put the pacifier back between her lips, and closed her eyes to focus on the task at hand.

We watched a few more episodes. I wondered idly if Blossom had used her diaper. How could I be sure? I could check. But even if I did, I probably wouldn't know the difference. Caregiving was not an instinct of mine!

But after another episode or two, Blossom sat up with a look of annoyance on her face. Her cheeks were pink and the pacifier was still between her lips. I tilted my head. Did I do something wrong?

"Thithithar." She took the pacifier from her mouth and repeated: "This is hard."

"Oh." I knew instantly what she meant. I had a lot of personal experience with that. "Yeah, it's okay. I can't do it in front of anybody, actually. And it took ages for me to be able to do it lying down."

Those were two variables that were definitely standing in her way, so Blossom decided to remove one of them. Just as she didn't want to be alone, she also didn't want to get up; but the latter was the lesser of two evils. She shakily got to her feet, smoothed out her dress, and took a deep breath. She could do this. She had done this. Right in front of Amy, once before. This shouldn't be any different, and now that she wasn't lying down, maybe it would be easier.

Blossom did not have stage fright. She was not a shy person. She had talked before about peeing on people for sex stuff. But now, standing in front of me, I could tell she was frustrated. Her body wasn't doing what she wanted.

"You did it once," I reminded her.

"I know..." Blossom pouted.

"But you did drink a lot of water that time..." I mused. "If you want to use the bathroom, I can change you into another diaper afterward?"

I said it without thinking. I didn't mean to say those words in that order with that meaning. I meant we could do it together. I meant she could do it and I'd encourage her. But that wasn't what I said. Why wasn't that what I said?

The choice of words made an impact on Blossom too, and she bit her lip before nodding. Who didn't want a cute girl to put them in a diaper? It was obvious she was going to agree, of course she was going to agree.

"I'd like that a whole lot, please."

"Okay..."

I was nervous, but like, a normal human level of nervous. I was the amount of nervous an adult woman is when she is going to tape another adult woman into a diaper for the first time. Actually, that amount of nervous was a relief.

I led the way up the stairs. Blossom had already put a black garbage bag in the upstairs bathroom, so Blossom was able to throw the diaper away without issue. I waited in the threshold of the bathroom for a moment, looking at the cute little girl with her pacifier dangling from her dress.

"Should I... help?" I asked.

"Do you... want to?" Blossom asked.

She was unable to look at me. It was weird; usually it was me avoiding eye contact with Blossom, not the other way around.

"No?" I said, as a question. I really didn't want to sit her down on the toilet and watch her pee. "I'm really sorry," I added. "I don't think I'm very good at this..."

"You're doing fantastic. And you be nice to my friend Amy, and respect that she's doing her best and her best is more than enough."

Blossom thought about this, about the fact that when it came to ABDL stories there were often scenes of people wetting or messing their diapers, people changing them without a second thought, people doing sex in diapers and all of that stuff. But rarely were there scenes involving, like… a toilet. Or encouraging. Or just making it a part of the scene. Oh you're doing so good, sweetie, now let's get you back into a diaper before bed so you wake up with dry sheets. That kind of stuff.

She sounded a lot like Blossom in that moment, but it was still so hard to see her that way. So I took a step out of the bathroom and closed the door.

I went across the hall to my room, opened up the trunk, and got out another white diaper in her size. I opened it up, fluffed it a little, and spread it out on the bed just as if I was about to change myself. Then I waited.

It took a few minutes for Blossom to appear in the doorway. She looked the same. I thought for a moment maybe she changed her mind, but then she said:

"You sure about this? I don't want to pressure you."

"I'm not sure," I admitted, "but I feel alright. I don't know why, but it's kind of hard to see you as an adult right now. So it makes things feel less... ya know."

"You say yellow if you need to pause and red if you need to stop, okay?" And then, so as not to break the spell of her apparently not being seen as an adult, Blossom put the pacifier back between her lips before she approached the bed. Her heart was racing, which was unusual because Blossom usually had no reservations about being seen naked. Or, somewhat naked, since the Selkie dress was staying on.

"Alright, this is the first time I've done this... so I might need some help..." I didn't have babysitter jobs growing up. This was pretty new to me. But even as I took Blossom's hand, my anxieties were more so on doing a good job than seeing her private parts.

"Just lay down for me," I said, working myself into some concept of a maternal tone, which failed spectacularly. I sighed and reverted back to my casual voice. "One step at a time."

Blossom did as instructed; she sat down on the edge of the bed, sweeping the rear of her dress up behind her so it wouldn't be in the way of the imminent diapering she was about to undergo, and then took one deep breath before laying back on her back.

"Lift up." It was the same thing she did to me. Unlike my diaper change though, Blossom kept her knees apart for ease of access. She didn't try to hide her body. She wasn't embarrassed.

It was weird. I'd never seen Blossom Brixley's private parts, but doing so only put me in the majority. I tried to keep that in mind as I flipped up her dress and adjusted the wings of her diaper.

My face was between her legs. A bit of heat touched my cheeks, growing warmer every second. I was filling up with it, like a lava level in a video game. But I had cheat codes on: cognitive dissonance. For every drop of intimacy in my actions, there was a drop of innocence. If I wanted to have a panic attack, I'd have to solve for x first. In this case, x was my feelings toward Blossom's naked diaper area.

"Down." I said. My voice was a little more curt, but not at all wobbly. She put her butt down and I pulled the diaper up between her legs. Oh, I did that so wrong. I felt lava on my heels.

There were a lot of things on Blossom Brixley's Bucket List. There was climbing Mt. Everest. There was hiking the Appalachian Trail. Or doing the 88 Temple Pilgrimage in Japan. There was going in a submarine, and/or going to space. There was maybe starting a foundation for a cause for which she cared enough, or counseling gawky awkward middle schoolers to let them know it got better.

Being diapered by someone? Not on her bucket list. Or, well, it hadn't been.

Maybe it was the diapering. Maybe it was the pacifier. Maybe it was the serenity of the evening itself. Maybe it was how Amy had been talking to her, responding to her, caring for her and doting over her; maybe it was just pure magic. But Blossom couldn't think of a time in which she felt more at peace.

It was lovely.

"Um... can you scoot back a little? Or..." I paused to rethink. I would have scooted back, were I in her position. But if she just lifted her butt, I could fix it. So I jumped up to the next platform in my metaphorical lava level. "Butt up again, just one more time please."

Blossom obeyed. I tugged the diaper down and centered it again. It looked way too low, but I didn't know what else to do.

"Back down."

Back down her butt went, right on the seat of her diaper. I pulled the front between her legs again and - to my surprise - it looked pretty good! Blossom's thighs were toned, but they weren't that big. Her stomach was small too. It was easy to pull the wings forward and tape them in place; I don't even remember the order I did the tapes.

I looked down at the front of her white diaper and bit my lip. One of the top tapes was way too loose, so I pulled up on it. It came up with a loud noise, but it was still sticky. I pulled tighter on that tape and pressed it down again. It still didn't look great, but... well, it wasn't terrible either.

And more importantly, it was over. I climbed out of the crevice and rolled away from the opening just as lava filled it up. I was safe.

I smiled an exhausted smile at the woman in front of me, sucking on her pacifier with glossy eyes. I diapered her. I diapered Blossom Brixley.