Chapter 10

Cassidy’s eyes fluttered open to the sight of Allyson gently shaking her awake.

“There we go,” Allyson said gently. “Rise and shine little one.” Cassidy was still to asleep to notice the slip up in Allyson calling her little one, and groggily started to wake up. Despite the change in underwear it seems Cassidy was able to sleep pretty deeply, explaining the tough wake up she was having now. She had to admit that the diapers were actually pretty comfortable, when they were dry anyway. The problem was that this diaper was definitely not dry. Cassidy noticed the heavy swelling in the diaper as well as the familiar squishy sensation as she started to move more. It wasn’t a total shock to her that she might wet herself in the night given recent events, but she still groaned at the result.

“What time is it?” Cassidy asked, already factoring in getting changed out of her soggy diaper into her morning routine.

“Almost time for us to go sweetie, so you need to get up and attem,” Allyson gently encouraged Cassidy off of the bed.

“What?” Cassidy spoke in a distinct hasn’t had enough time to wake up manner. “Oh shoot. Did I oversleep.”

“Oh don’t worry about it dear,” Allyson’s happy demeanor matched her calming words. “I saw you were sleeping so soundly that I thought I would just let you rest some more. You did have a busy day yesterday and a busy night too,” Allyson couldn’t help the quick glance at Cassidy’s sodden diaper as she said that. “But don’t worry I’ve already got a nice outfit picked out for you, and Midnight’s waiting for us just outside. We can get you dressed real quick and be on our way. You can probably have a little nap on the way over if you need it.” Cassidy swung her legs off of the bed and stood up. A new wave of embarrassment followed as the sagging diaper drooped down suddenly now that it was under the effect of gravity, but Cassidy adjusted. Just as every beastkin remembers their time in diapers, so to do they remember how to handle the extra bulk and weight of used diapers around their hips.

“Ok. Let me change and we can get going,” Cassidy was slowly waking up more. Allyson gave her a questioning look, and knelt down so she was level with Cassidy’s diaper. She had an inkling that Cassidy might be difficult about her new undergarments. Just because Cassidy might find them uncomfortable or embarrassing wasn’t an excuse to waste them by changing Cassidy after every accident.

Allyson twirled her finger and at the tip of it a dim blue light appeared as she cast a spell that served her well in her time looking after little ones. As she spun her finger the wet parts of Cassidy’s diaper began to glow in a similar light, allowing Allyson to see with great accuracy just how wet Cassidy had gotten. This spell served two functions with children. One was in letting Allyson know if they needed a change, and the other was to prevent them from pestering her with requests for unneeded changes. After all the spell let everyone in the vicinity know that they were in a diaper and exactly how wet it was. Even children used to being in diapers all the time found this embarrassing, and doing it every time they asked for a check was pretty successful in deterring them from asking for unnecessary ones. Allyson was hoping it would have the same effect on Cassidy, judging from her flushed face it would.

“You’re not ready for a change quite yet. Though you may be ready for one by the time we get there.” Cassidy pouted.

“But we can just do it here where no one will see.”

“Cassidy I promise I am quite capable of changing you discreetly at the temple. I’m sure they have a nursey we can borrow.” That line did not improve Cassidy’s thoughts about the situation. “Regardless we really don’t have time to waste with a diaper change right now. Let’s hurry up and get you dressed.” Allyson quickly changed the subject putting the clothes she had picked out for Cassidy on the bed.

Cassidy didn’t really think about the clothes until she started putting them on. A plain white blouse and a pink skirtall with a deliberately short skirt length. Cassidy had put on the blouse and was staring at the skirtall when it finally clicked for her.

“Are these kids’ clothes?” She asked with disdain.

“Yes they are,” Allyson said plainly.

“Why do I have to wear kid's clothes? What’s wrong with my clothes?” Cassidy shot back.

“Well for one it helps me keep track of how you’re diaper is doing, and the better I can do that the more you’re going to get changed. And for two I thought it might save you some embarrassment.”

“How?” Cassidy asked indignantly. She failed to see how flashing her diapers to everyone would save her embarrassment at all.

“Well if you look the part of a child others won’t question it as much, and you do look the part of a child.” Cassidy was faltered a bit at this, because it wasn’t wrong. Especially to the larger Biscotti she could pass as a child.

“But Brita, and Jayna already know I’m not,” Cassidy whined her complaint. Which was a valid one. While the average person might just see her as a child, but those who knew would see her as an adult dressed like a child. Which was even more embarrassing than dressing like an adult with diapers underneath somehow.

“Brita and Jayna aren’t going to be the only ones there sweetie,” Allyson corrected gently. “Now come. We really need to be going.” Allyson spoke firmly and held open the skirtalls for Cassidy to step into. If Allyson was right about them running behind, Cassidy didn’t want her fussing over the outfit to cause them to be late. So she sighed and stepped in allowing Allyson to finish helping her into the skirtalls without any vocal complaint. Allyson adjusted Cassidy's skirtalls them to an appropriate and slightly revealing length. “There we go. Goo – thank you Cassidy,” Allyson just barely stopped herself from saying “good girl” as she might to a child. Part of her felt a little bad for all of this. There really wasn’t anything wrong with Cassidy’s adult clothes, Cassidy could always just tell Allyson when she needed a change, there was no need to check her really. Allyson knew that her reasons for putting Cassidy into children’s clothes was flimsy, in the back of her mind she knew she was really doing this just to see Cassidy in cute outfits. In order to keep herself from feeling guilty about embarrassing Cassidy though, she legitimized her reasons to herself in her mind.

The results spoke for themselves. Cassidy was the picture of cuteness. Even she was admiring the look on herself in the mirror. Cassidy was amazed. She was cute, incredibly cute even to her own self judgmental eyes. And the occasional diaper peek only added to that, Cassidy and Allyson both had the same thought. That the outfit wouldn’t really work without the diaper. It completed the image remarkably well. Cassidy’s ears flicked and her tail swayed as she took in the outfit, and Allyson had to stop her own tail from wagging.

“Well if you’re done fussing over outfits,” Allyson said hurrying Cassidy along and snapping them both out of their admiration trances.

“I wasn’t fussing,” Cassidy complained as the two made their way outside.

“Sure sweetie,” Allyson grabbed the diaper bag she had prepared earlier on her way out. She didn’t feel the need to tell Cassidy that’s what it was, she was fussy enough without knowing, but its purpose was fairly obvious. Allyson was the picture of a mom on the go with her own white shirt and distinctive mom pants in black. With the way Cassidy was dressed with pastel light blue bag on her shoulder had a very obvious purpose.

Midnight approached the two as they left the Callgahorn house with a chiding chirp.

“Don’t look at me Midnight. It was little fusspot over here that made us late,” Allyson hoisted Cassidy onto Midnight’s back as she spoke and the Squish of Cassidy’s wet diaper as she was placed down onto the saddle silenced her complaints. Allyson was quick to follow taking her usual spot behind Cassidy and with a chirp Midnight started his trot.

Cassidy found riding the cuccobo to be a wholly different experience in a wet diaper. Every movement served to press her wet diaper against herself, reminding her of exactly what she had done. It left her with a very strange and not all too unfamiliar feeling in her stomach. A faint hint of butterflies that wasn’t completely unpleasant.

“Here sweetie I packed you a drink for the trip,” Allyson fished a sippy cup out of the diaper bag. To her credit it was a plain green sippy cup. One that might be confused for a sports bottle if it were a little larger and if someone not dressed the way Cassidy was was holding it. Due to the sudden mood and headspace Cassidy found herself in, she just took the juvenile with resignation.

“Thank you,” Cassidy said quietly drinking from the sippy cup. The sippy cup only added to the mood she found herself in.

It was a fairly lengthy trot to the temple, which was located on a plot of land that included a small foothill from the volcano at the center of the island. This is where the temples on Biscotti were usually located. The earliest religions revered the volcano on the island as the birth place of all Biscotti and all other beastkin as well. While religion has certainly evolved since those early prehistoric days, the practice of putting holy places near the volcano, or at least near one of the smaller foothills, stuck. This particular temple was built around natural hot springs. As Midnight trotted along Cassidy could see the rocky pools brimming with steam dotted around the foothill. Several of these were capped off with some kind of pumping mechanism the piped the water toward the family’s house.

They were not going to the family house however. The temple was a smaller structure located closer to a series of natural hot springs that had been left untouched. Religious buildings like this were some of the only structures that were not part of the large family houses in Biscotti. It was seen as something that should be open to everyone, so much so that even the public floors of family houses was seen as too private a place for it, though the family of the house nearby most certainly ran this temple all the same.

The structure itself was unlike the typical Biscotti building, having an almost human-like design. It was a long building with three distinct sections, each having the more human triangle shaped roof and the outside was a very dark wood.

Midnight trotted toward the center section, the only one with a door, one made out of uncut black volcanic stone.

“All right lets head in,” Allyson climbed off of Midnight. As soon as she was on the ground she grabbed Cassidy off of the bird and set her down next to her, quickly patting her diaper against her when they were on the ground. “Did you go again?”

“I dunno,” Cassidy blushed. Allyson took this opportunity to lift Cassidy’s skirt to inspect it closer.

“Oh yeah,” Allyson said cheerily. “Let’s check in with Brit first, then we’ll get you changed.”

“Ok,” Cassidy blushed again and meekly followed behind Allyson. Her feeling from the ride over still somewhere present.

Allyson pushed open the large imposing stone door into the foyer of the temple. The three sections were clearer on the inside. On the left and right were two normal looking hallways, and in the center were some stairs that went down into the earth. This is the room the Allyson entered and Cassidy followed behind her.

This was the main temple area. It was a large open room with rows of seating on either side of clear central walkway, and at the front was a small shrine like fountain, with hot spring water being pumped through it and falling gently along the fountains surface before splashing into a small pool at the bottom. The room’s unique feature was that it was half way into the ground. The floor and half of the walls were made of natural, lightly cut, volcanic stone. Halfway up the room the stone ended and was met with the dark wood Cassidy saw from the outside.

In religions that worshiped the volcano on the island it made sense that their temples were built into the volcanic rock, and even modernized temples like this tried to incorporate the idea of having a temple carved out of the rock, or inside of a cave as much as possible. This is why this temple had the stone door and this half buried main room.

Along the walls of this main room were several magic lights shining an inviting white magical light to contrast the imposing nature of the dark stone walls. The room was already dotted with several collaring decorations that were starting to be set up by several Biscotti whom Cassidy didn’t recognize. Allyson was right that there would be far more people here that Brita and Jayna. The lighter decorations contrasted pretty harshly with the dark stone, but Cassidy could see that with some work the room might eventually be inviting.

Allyson approached Brita, with Cassidy following behind. Brita seemed to be in the middle of a conversation with another male Biscotti. One that was fairly tall with styled wavy blond hair, wearing a fashionable dark suit.

“Hi Brit,” Allyson said as she approached.

“Oh good you’re here,” Brita said in a rushed voice. “Clovis this is our last bridesmaid and our flower girl.” Brita did a brief double take at Cassidy’s appearance but didn’t say anything as she introduced them to the Biscotti next to her.

“A Miqo?” Clovis scoffed slightly. Cassidy almost cut back with a quick response before Clovis continued. “Usually everyone in the party is related to either the bride or groom you know.” Cassidy’s comment was left in her mouth. He was just protesting that she wasn’t related not that she was a Miqo, even still he came off very rudely.

“I told you our old flower girl grew out of it,” Brita explained in a tone matching Clovis’ “Besides Cassidy is a very close family friend. She practically is related, and, more importantly, she’s the only one who can fit in the dress.” Clovis grimaced at the explanation, but seemed to accept it.

“It’ll work,” Clovis said thinking to himself. “Do you think she can manage it?” Clovis directed the question at Allyson, and Cassidy’s tail flicked in annoyance at being talked about like she wasn’t in the room. Allyson was right again, Clovis thought she was a child and was treating her as such.

“She can handle it,” Allyson said confidently.

“She’s very smart for her age,” Brita added. Cassidy’s ears flicked at that comment.

“She’s just a little grumpy now because she needs a diaper change,” Allyson spoke up to explain Cassidy’s sour expression. Cassidy couldn’t suppress the small whine that escaped her.

“You can take one of the classrooms,” Brita offered.

“Just be sure to keep her out of the decorating rooms,” Clovis added. “Did you not bring a leash for her?” Cassidy looked at Allyson for a response. It was a legitimate question. It was very common for older children to wear harnesses and be walked around on leads attached to those harnesses. So much so that seeing a child at a large venue like this without one on was something to question. Not that Cassidy was complaining. She definitely did not want to be walked around on a leash on top of everything else, but she didn’t have an answer ready for this question. Not that Clovis would even pay attention to her answer.

“She’s very well behaved,” Allyson answered without a beat. “But I’ll make sure to keep an eye on her.”

“Well hurry up we need to run through what she needs to do,” Clovis said dismissively. “Now Brit let’s go over seating.” Clovis and Brita walked off engaged in planning details.

“Let’s find a room then,” Allyson said grabbing Cassidy’s hand and walking out of the main room.

“He seems like he’d be fun at parties,” Cassidy mentioned off handedly.

“Good match for Brita then,” Allyson said as the two climbed up the steps to the main temple room and were back in the foyer. Allyson looked at a small directory located by the stairs to the main room. “Ah I knew they had to have a nursery, it’s down this way.” Allyson took off down the right hallway with Cassidy in hand.

“Do we need to go to the nursery though?” Cassidy said flustered.

“Nursery means changing table,” Allyson noted. “And I’d rather change you on a table then on the floor.” Cassidy didn’t really have time to argue as they were briskly walking down the hallway. The two hallways were completely above ground, thus did not have the stone walls the main room did. In contrast to the imposing nature of the main room, the hallways had a pretty typical light colored, inviting, white wall, with the dark wood being used only as a trim.

Allyson stopped about halfway down the hallway and opened the door to the nursery which was in even more contrast to the main temple arear. It was a room with a calming light blue paint on the wall with clouds decorating it. A large portion of the room was taken up by a very large play pen with walls high enough to handle Biscotti sized children and all kinds of toys scattered around inside. Next to the playpen were three cribs and dotted somewhat haphazardly around the room were three high chairs. Along the opposite wall to the playpen and cribs was the changing table Allyson was looking for.

“There we go,” Allyson said as she walked over to the changing table setting the diaper bag on it. “Ok hop up let’s get you changed.” Cassidy blushed again. Being changed in the very childish room on the very childish changing table brought that feeling from earlier back. She wanted to protest but she needed to get back, and also was pretty eager to get out of the used diaper. So with only a small grimace she hoisted herself onto the table and laid down while Allyson got the changing supplies ready.

Without thinking Allyson strapped Cassidy onto the table with the chest strep.

“Ally?” Cassidy questioned. The straps were there to help with squirmy children fighting their diaper changes, and Cassidy was neither a squirmy kid nor fighting this diaper change.

“Oh sorry dear,” Allyson continued though. “Just habit, don’t worry about it.” Cassidy grimaced that the strap wasn’t going to be taken off, but thought better than to protest too much just to get the change over with.