Grace had learned her lesson after her first mess.

It’d been a day and a half since she humiliated herself in front of Devon, and things had…dare she say it, settled into a routine. Pearce hadn’t yet fucked up, much to her chagrin, it looked like she’d be getting used to using her diaper the other way.

This time, though, she made sure he was actually home first. Even though she couldn’t overtly ask for a change, she still had ways to ensure a swift cleanup.

Squatting down by her bedroom door, she pushed through the mental block that told her she should be on a toilet, letting out the muck until her body was empty and her diaper was full. Wearing a baby blue miniskirt and a matching blue blouse, it had to look adorable, but she wasn’t worried about that–it wasn’t as though she had an audience. The squelch between her thighs as she stood was still gross, but at the very least she wouldn’t be in it for long.

Getting up, she rapped on Pearce’s door. “Hey. I’m thirsty.”

That was her cover–get his attention with something innocuous. That way, he’d be aware she needed a change, without her having to ask.

He answered the door a second later. “Sure thing, just…” wrinkling his nose, he sniffed, and smirked.

(Here comes the smart response,) Grace thought.

Instead, Pearce just continued. “Sure thing, I’ll go get that for you.”

Grace opened her mouth to object, but there was little to say. They both knew he’d dodged the issue, only she wasn’t allowed to call him out on it.

Stunned, she crossed her arms and waited by the door while Pearce went downstairs. She could return to work while she waited, but sitting at her desk sounded unpleasant while her diaper was full, so she just waited.

Pearce returned with a bottle a moment later, passing it to her. “There you go. Bye!”

She raised an eyebrow. “Is that it?”

“What, did you need something else?” he asked.

Grace blushed. “Eh…”

Raising two fingers in a mock salute, Pearce said, “I hereby give you permission to tell me whatever you want.”

(He’s really going to make me say it out loud, isn’t he?) Grace fumed. “I…need a diaper change.”

“Oh?” he tilted his head, grinning. “And why’s that?”

“Because…” (Asshole) “I pooped in my diaper.”

Pearce tapped on his chin. “And when did this happen, stinky?”

“Like…five minutes ag–” (Wait, no, he’s not–)

“Then it sounds like I’ve got fifty five more minutes before I’ve got to go anywhere near your smelly bottom,” Pearce beamed. “Don’t worry, I’ll set a timer.”

“Jerk!” Grace protested. “You set me up!”

“And youuuu fell for it,” Pearce replied in a singsong, turning to waltz back into his room. “Enjoy your water, stinky baby.”

Grace balled up her hands into fists, and very nearly stomped a foot in annoyance, but that would only bring further teasing.

She fumed all the way into her room, sat down at her desk furiously–no longer caring about the smush–and opened her laptop to get back to work.

Only a minute later, Pearce rapped on her door, pushing it open. “On second thought, I can’t have you pouting. Meet me in the bathroom, okay?”

She blinked. Was that… mercy? From Pearce?

“Where’s the trick?” she asked, getting up.

“No trick,” he promised, offering his hand out to her. “I’d really just wanted to see your face when I told you no.”

Grace took his hand, allowing him to lead her into the bathroom. He set her down on the toilet lid, so she could wait while he spread out the changing supplies.

“I was thinking about takeout for dinner again,” Pearce said. “I’ll let you pick. Chinese or Tex-Mex?”

A quip about how Pearce just didn’t want to do dishes came to mind, but Grace squashed it down. Biting the hand that literally fed her would just be petty. “Uh, Tex Mex,” she decided. “I guess. I’m not really hungry right now.”

He smirked, making a show of wrinkling his nose again. “I can guess why. Lay down, let’s get your tush changed.”

Grace obeyed, and he went to work. He removed her skirt completely, sliding it down her hips and away so it wouldn’t get dirty in the process. Her diaper was only a little soggy, and she hadn’t moved around that much, so the cleanup wasn’t disastrous. Her thighs, butt, and crotch were quickly cleaned, and then powder was applied, and…

Blushing, Grace looked away while he rubbed in the powder.

“Aww, the baby’s shy,” Pearce teased. “I was hoping you’d still get blushy when you made another stinky diaper–it was starting to get boring.”

She nodded, a little, but felt glad he hadn’t noticed the real source of her blush. Grace felt wet, and not from having used her diaper.

Holding it together, Grace patiently as he pulled her skirt back on, and she definitely didn’t feel her blush deepen as his hands moved up her legs. Once she was dressed, she shot upright. “Yeah, thanks, gotta get back to work.”

Caught off guard by her haste, Pearce tilted his head, but he was too puzzled to ask. He took her hand and helped her up, and she waddled away before he could even start cleaning up the changing supplies.

(What the hell?) Grace shut her bedroom door behind her, heart starting to pound. She didn’t like this. It didn’t make sense–for one, it had been a diaper change. For two, it was Pearce.

Reaching down, she slipped a hand under her skirt and inside her diaper, testing herself with two fingers.

Yup. Wet. Frustratingly so.

Inhaling and exhaling, Grace rationalized, whispering to herself. “Okay, it’s just because it’s been a few days. You’re pent up, that’s all.”

A mental image flashed by, Pearce’s hand on her thighs, caressing her skin while he wrapped her in her diaper–

(Shut up, libido, you don’t get a vote here!)

It was just a matter of timing. She hadn’t had a chance to rub one out since the bet started, and her body expected a certain routine. That was all. There wasn’t anything else going on here. Just a problem which she could easily solve.

Checking to ensure her door was locked, Grace decided on a course of action. She didn’t have a lot of toys–certainly nothing like Melody’s absurd collection of side pieces–but she didn’t need much. Opening her dresser drawer, she glanced around as though someone might have snuck into her room in the last twenty seconds.

She felt anxious. If someone caught her–it wasn’t like she had to be ashamed of masturbating, but Pearce would tease her to death if he knew she’d done it with her diaper on. And, while she could take it off, that’d potentially get her in trouble. It’d just take one glance to confirm that the tapes had been moved, and if she tried to lie…

The diaper would stay on. Checking the charge, she crossed to her desk, sitting down in front of her computer. She didn’t strictly need porn, but she wanted something that would take her mind off the specifics, she queued something up anyways–some generic video with a blonde hotty being railed by a scruffy-in-a-handsome-way mechanic.

Her steadiest, most reliable long-term relationship had been with her corded hitachi. The wand had been there for her through two boyfriends, a girlfriend, and several long stints of singleness, including her current one. She’d almost cried when it seemed to have been broken, but removing the casing showed that one wire had simply come loose, and she’d been able to screw it back into place.

It didn’t take much. Firing up the wand, she pressed it into the outside of her diaper, quickly working herself up. Knowing everyone else was awake, she covered her mouth to stifle a moan, riding to the climax, forcing herself to remain silent through it all.

Relaxing back into her chair, she caught her breath, momentarily powering down the vibrator.

(There,) she thought. (It’s out of my system.)

She hesitated, as the next video on the porn site began to auto play.

Clicking the wand back on, she thought, (Still, it can’t hurt to be sure…)

…

“Wow, you really soaked these, didn’t you?” Pearce teased, as he finished changing her before dinner.

“A lot of water, I guess,” Grace replied, dodging around what, exactly, had soaked her diaper. “When’s takeout get here?”

He tossed her sodden diaper in the pail, checking his phone. “Any minute now. Can I trust you to put on your skirt so I can go meet the driver?”

“Mmm,” Grace considered. “That sounds like dodging your responsibility to me…”

He scratched his chin. “Fair enough. It’s late, you don’t need your skirt anyways.”

She flushed. “Huh?”

“Babysitter decision–your new outfit for the evening’s just a shirt and a diaper.” He gave her a pat on the thigh, indicating that the change was done.

Grace hesitated, thinking if she could press the issue. It wasn’t as though she could argue that it was too cold–the skirt didn’t offer much in the way of insulation–but she’d been looking forward to that moment where he put the skirt back on her.

Unable to even parse her own disappointment, she just shrugged. “Sure. Want to watch a show while we eat?”

Pearce shrugged. “I guess you can put something on. Gotta go–delivery’s here.”

He half jogged out of the bathroom, leaving Grace to get up and follow him down at a more leisurely waddle. By the time she got downstairs, he’d returned from the porch with a plastic bag full of tacos.

She found something to put on the TV while he fetched a bottle, and in just a few minutes, he’d begun trying to feed her.

Trying, that is.

Turns out, crunchy tacos were a difficult thing to feed to another person. Grace’s first bite cracked the taco around the base, sending the filling tumbling down. Pearce managed to catch most of it in his hand, though a little got on her shirt and diaper in the process.

Smirking, Pearce glanced between the loose taco filling in his hand and Grace, then in one motion opened his mouth and crammed it in, chewing for a moment and swallowing. “S’still good,” he mumbled.

Grace laughed. “Did you get any soft tacos?”

He shrugged, sheepishly, wiping down her shirt with a napkin. “You like the crunchy ones more, right?”

“I…yeah,” Grace said, surprised he knew that. “But soft might be easier to eat without a tacovalanche.”

“I got two,” Pearce said, digging in the bag. “Here, open wide!”

That went a little better–he had to fold it up almost like a burrito, but the food went in her mouth without a second Great Taco Migration down her shirt. She got the second soft taco, and that–plus some chips–were enough of a meal to make up for not finishing any of they crunchy ones.

“All full?” he asked, as he got her wiped down and clean.

Grace nodded, resisting the impulse to snatch the napkin and wipe herself off–he was missing so many spots. “Mhmm, thanks. That was yummy.”

“Great! I’m glad you liked it,” Pearce said, picking up the bag with his half of the tacos. Pushing up from the couch, he added, “Give me a holler if you need more water or anything, I’ll just be you-know-where.”

“Oh.” Grace felt something in her chest sink. “You’re not going to watch the show?”

He glanced at the TV. “I wasn’t even paying attention, I couldn’t tell you what’s going on. Plus I told a friend I’d be on for some gaming. That’s not a problem, right?”

“No, of course not,” Grace said. “Never mind, forget I said anything.”

He shrugged. “Sure. I’ll come find you around bedtime, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.” Grace watched him go up the stairs, then reached for the remote, turning off the TV. Truth be told, she hadn’t been paying attention to the show either. She had no idea what was going on.

And she didn’t know why she felt so disappointed, either.