Chapter Three:

It was so meta to watch; we were in the studio, we were under lights, I was behind the camera and Baby Luvs was in the middle. Only she had three men around her - one each with a camera, microphone, and lighting rig - and a woman who wore what could only be described as Victorian attire. And that was fine, that was normal enough: but Leona kept looking at me, the cameras kept capturing me, giving a full look around the studio. I always found it uncomfortable when cameras captured other cameras; it felt like a crime against nature. Then again, I'd taken plenty of pictures of them. Betsy picked Leona up, sat herself down in the big plush armchair, and held her in her lap.

"Baby Luvs, these people would like to get to know you," Betsy motioned to the camera crew, and the implication of the audience. "Be a good girl and introduce yourself, okay? Your best big girl words."

I waved shyly at the camera and kicked my feet on Nurse Betsy's lap. I was in full-on Baby Luvs mode, talking in a slightly higher voice and a childish tone.

"Hi, um... I'm Beebee Luvs. Um..." I looked up at Betsy and she nodded her head for me to continue. I turned back to the camera. "Um, well... I really like playing with my toys an' I like movies an' I like my dollies, an'... an' my diapees too! Uh huh! An' I wanna be a little girl all da time, so Mommy said I could be! An' she's gun take care of me an' ev'rybody can watch!" I smiled brightly and looked up at Betsy to see if I'd done a good job. But of course I had. I was a professional.

"Such a good girl." Betsy had this upward inflection, this tone of approval that might as well have been thick syrup to drown a little girl’s resistance, and her words were easy to follow. Easy to obey. "Baby's been looking forward to having a chance to get to know all of you this week, and she's going to answer a few questions from her fans. Firstly, Baby Luvs, one fan would like to know if you're always a baby, or if it's all just an act. What would you like to say to them?"

"An act...?" I looked up at Betsy with a pout and shook my head. "Nuh uh! I'm a good widdle girl! An' I dun get to be widdle all da time, 'cuz I gotta be a grown up sometimes," I made sure to make my pout extra pouty on those few words, "but Mommy says no more big girl time now!!" I clapped my hands happily.

"Yes you do, and I hope that answers that question. The next question, Little Baby Luvs, comes from a fan who would like to know if you ever have accidents in the day time, or if it's only at night?"

Those words were a setup, and I made sure to get lots of pictures of the various emotions on Leona's face as she listened and squirmed.

"Well, as her Mommy, I can certainly field this one, Adoring Fan. Baby Luvs wets whenever she sleeps, at night, or for naps, and she's also a little baby after all, so she loves to wet her padding in the day time, too, don't you Baby? Tell your fans how much you love to wet your diapers, now." It sounded a little awkward, a little forced, but Abe had wanted some particular words used and phrases that he was sure would be a hit, and to her credit, Betsy made the most of the material!

I opened my mouth nervously and then looked down at my frilly socks with that trademark blush. "I... um..." I pulled on Mommy's sleeve and put my head into her arm, but she shooed me toward the audience. I looked at Jackie, then at the video camera right in front of me.

"I can't help it at seepy time, but in da daytime, I juss do it 'cuz it makes me feel all cute and happy..." I dropped my gaze straight to the floor, burning with humiliation. Even though it was an act, the whole thing was pretty embarrassing to say out loud.

Click. Click. Click. I moved around her, I made sure to capture her expressions, her every single moment of humiliation, and I tried not to think about how I'd be alone when I was developing these. She was so stinking cute, what even.

"And little Baby Luvs, you have a surprise for your fans who've tuned in to see you, don't you?" This wasn't live, of course, but it would be broadcast to the website in parts after the fact and before the final cut went on sale, to drive subscriptions. Abe was a good businessman, after all, and he had a filthy grin on his face the entire time as he watched out of frame. "Oh, you don't remember, Baby? Not to fret, lovely, not to worry - that's what Mommies are for, isn't it? Well, you're going to wet your diaper right now, right here in Mommy’s lap, and you'll to be a good girl for me and for all your fans, won't you?"

...okay, so I hadn't exactly planned for that. Abe told me time and again to make sure I had to pee before those cameras turned on. But on her lap? I pushed my face into her arm again and shook my pigtails over and over.

"Nuh uh Mommy, dun gotta go..." Maybe I could get her to set me on the floor. Or maybe while I was playing with my blocks, when I didn't have to think about it so much? But I was already shifting side to side before I even sat on her lap. Jeeze…

"Oh now don't you tell fibs, little girl, not in front of your fans."

As she squirmed, I watched in awe as Betsy simply picked the girl up and adjusted her like she was a doll, made sure she was bow legged, made sure her diaper was visible, used one hand to hold Leona's and then placed it on the hem of her top like she was pulling it out of the way. And the camera crew knew exactly what to do, they captured her closely, her face secondary to the diaper itself, but enough of both to be balanced. Me? I'd get plenty of shots of wet diapers later on, I was sure; my focus was on her face. Every. Minute. Detail. Betsy rubbed her tummy, played with her hair, and whispered in that loud-whisper way you see on television.

"You're just a little girl, Baby Luvs, you're just a helpless little baby, in your soft cotton top, in your thick, thick diaper... adults don't wear diapers, Baby Luvs, only babies do, and babies wet themselves for their fans, too. Babies make their Mommy proud, you wanna make me proud, don't you, poppet?" The intimacy in her words... she could probably have made anybody wet!

I had worn hundreds of diapers the past couple years, but I hadn't wet a single one. She sat me down on her lap in a way that spread my legs wide and still felt... natural. Almost like I was sitting on a toilet. And she whispered soft words into my ear. Proud. Now, the blush was real. Now, it wasn't chocolate milk spilling on my dress. Now, when I blushed, I'd think about the time I wet my diaper on camera. I exhaled sharply and one drip fell into the pristine whiteness of my diaper. Then a trickle. And a river. The warmth spilled between my legs, over my bottom, and yellowed the once white diaper.

Was this what they called a Watershed Moment? Watershed? Well, that terminology couldn't be coincidence. There were so many expressions on her face. Most would have just seen her blushing, and the blush was the expression. I saw more than that: I saw conflict and resistance, I saw shame melting into surrender, I saw humiliation taken away by inevitability. The way her cheeks glowed, the way her eyes glossed, and she bit her lip; it was like watching somebody in free fall, just at the point in time they realized they could spread their arms and feel like they were flying. Baby Luvs flew in that moment, even though she was wetting herself, even though she'd taken that step, she was flying. She couldn't ever go back now; the die was cast: Baby Luvs was a diaper wetter.

"Good girl, Baby Luvs, get all that icky out, doesn't that feel so much nicer? Baby Luvs likes the feeling of her diaper most when its warm like this,” Betsy explained, looking at the camera. “She likes it especially when Mommy squeezes it, like this." And there were no prizes for guessing what Betsy's right hand did next.

"Eep!" She shoved her hand between my legs, pushing the soaking wet diaper to my skin, and I almost jumped off her lap. I was absolutely taken aback! One moment I was lost in the feeling of my first wet diaper, and the next - before I'd fully finished wetting myself - a woman put her hands between my legs. I'd never broken character on set before! But that put me pretty damn close. I sunk back into her lap and tried to catch my breath, falling back into my Baby Luvs persona. I couldn't believe she did that without warning me...

"Upsiedaisy~"

The taller woman stood up, her eyes sparkling with attentive ideas, and she plopped the girl down on the floor in front of her. The camera came right up close, caught the minute details of her swollen, sodden undergarment, the way her thighs trembled, the difficulty she had standing in her new sensations. Again, I cared more about her face. Maybe because she was so damn pretty. Dammit.

"Baby Luvs, make sure your fans can see, okay? Hold up your shirt, they love you very much and even though they can't be here, they love knowing what a little wet doll you are. What are you, honey, tell your fans okay? Look in the camera."

Betsy wasn't what I expected. She played the scene perfectly, almost too perfectly. She didn't act like a real Mommy - she acted like a professional. And any professional knew their assets. I was hers. She would embarrass me. She would make me say things I wouldn't normally say. And it would draw in so many goddamn sales. And I sort of hated her for it. But I couldn't bring that up now. I couldn't argue, not in character...

"I'm a baby girl," I mumbled.

"A little louder now, Baby Luvs, remember words are like crayons and the more colors you use, the better, just like those pretty pictures you have up on Mommy’s refrigerator."

I couldn't believe she was pushing her, I couldn't believe she was making her say more than that! I expected Abe to step in, but he didn't, and nor could Leona step out. She was on strings, she was being pulled, plucked, strung along, kept in step and in line. She was an instrument, and Betsy might well have been in control of the entire Goddamn symphony; a posh and composed conductor. And one thing was for sure; it might have been in a different way, but wetness was something Leona and I had in common by the time she was done.

I held up the hem of my shirt and looked down at my yellow diaper with bright red cheeks. "I'm a widdle baby girl wif a wet diapee," I said, a little louder. Betsy smiled down at me and put her hand on the top of my head, ruffling up my hair.

"Good girl."

I wanted a diaper change. I wanted to talk to Abe! Obviously we hadn't gone over the rules enough in advance, but Betsy shouldn't be embarrassing me like this! Then she plopped a big pacifier between my lips and I knew there was no more room to argue. I'd have to wait until later.