It’s not that I wasn’t ever happy or anything before I started getting the gifts. I was. I lived in a good sized apartment with multiple rooms. I had a steady job that let me work from home most of the time. I had Gabby, the smartest girl I knew and the love of my life. We’d had a serious relationship for almost three years and it was still going strong. We were planning on getting married as soon as she was done with college, which was supposed to be the next June. It was currently Christmas time, so even though it seemed trivial given how serious we were I was expecting her to officially propose either on Christmas or New Years and we’d start planning our wedding.

Oh, I should mention. I’m a girl too. Yes, we were a lesbian couple, big deal. Anyways I guess I just never really felt content. Like I didn’t feel like my life was moving in the direction I wanted it to. I would have said I wanted a do-over except I never could have given up Gabby. She meant everything to me. But then strange things started happening. It all began on December thirteenth, exactly twelve days before Christmas when Gabby discovered something outside our door when she woke up to go buy us some more eggs.

“Hey Zoe?” She asked, poking her head into our bedroom

“Yeah?” I asked. I’d just gotten up and was still in just my panties.

“This was sitting outside our door.” She said, holding up a plastic package. There was a picture on the front that looked kind of like underwear but I was having a hard time identifying it.

“They’re pull-ups.” Gabby said in complete confusion “And in our size too.”

“Pull-ups?” I asked “Do you think someone delivered them to the wrong address? Or it’s a prank?”

“I don’t know, it’s strange but-” Gabby came to a dead halt, her eyes looking straight at my crotch.

“What?” I asked, looking down. I didn’t believe what I saw. A dark spot was growing on my panties. I reached down and touched it. It was warm.

“Am I… peeing?” I asked slowly.

Suddenly what I was doing clicked and I sprang into action, running straight to our bathroom and getting on the toilet.

“This… this can’t be happening…” I muttered to myself, listening to the soft patter of pee hit the water. How had I just started wetting myself? And it had happened the instant I had looked at the pull-ups too.

“Zoe? Are you all right?” Gabby called through the door “I can call the doctor if you need it.”

“It’s fine!” I said, hurrying past her to our room to change my pants.


Except it wasn’t fine. An hour later I wet again. It was almost the exact same scenario, I was just casually drinking coffee when I suddenly noticed that I had a growing dark spot on my lap.  

“No!” I said, running to the bathroom while I fumbled with my zipper. I was trying as hard as I could to stem the flow, but it just kept dribbling out into my panties. By the time I got onto the toilet my pants were wet and only about half of it made it into the toilet. Gabby appeared at the door. I hadn’t closed it in my haste to try to make it.

“Zoe?”

“Sorry. This is pathetic right? I’m about as potty trained as a toddler today.” I said, inspecting the damage on my pants. They were damp, but not quite soaked. I wondered if it was even worth changing out of them given that I was probably going to wet again in an hour or two at this rate.

“Zoe… I think it’s probably for the best if you wear one of the pull-ups.” Gabby said “I don’t know what’s going on but… well… we can’t afford to have pee stains on everything.”

“What? Oh.” I’d completely forgotten the pull-ups. And now that I thought about it, it seemed extremely unlikely that my sudden incontinence as soon as the pull-ups showed up was a complete coincidence.

“I know somebody might be playing a prank.” Gabby said, reading my mind “But… do you really want to pee yourself again?”

“Fine.” I conceded


I emerged from my room ten minutes later in dry pants and a pull-up. It actually wasn’t too much thicker than the panties I was used to wearing, though there was a distinct crinkle every time I moved. Gabby assured me that no one would notice under my jeans, but I wasn’t about to go outside wearing what was basically a diaper.

The rest of the day passed normally. Gabby and I made dinner together and then watched a movie together on our couch. I did end up running to the bathroom a few more times, but my pull-up kept my accidents contained so I didn’t have to deal with any more wet spots. We went to bed together.


The next morning I woke up after Gabby. I yawned and stood up. There was a weight around my waist.

“Huh?” I muttered, looking down to see my pull-up, now very wet and yellowed. The previous day came rushing back to me.

“Morning Zoe.” Gabby said, poking her head out of the bathroom. Her eyes darted to my pull-up.

“Yeah, I wet in my sleep.” I said “Where’d you leave the pull-ups?”

“I put them on the kitchen table.” Gabby said. She seemed like she wanted to add something else, but she just retreated back into the bathroom. I walked to the kitchen in just my saggy pull-up. The pull-ups were on the table as Gabby had said, but there was something else sitting next to them. Two bright pink pacifiers. Confused, I picked one up and stuck it in my mouth experimentally. It felt kind of good so I left it there for the moment.

“Hey Gabby, what’s with the pacifiers?” I asked as soon as I got back to our room

“Pacifiers?” Gabby asked, walking out of the bathroom. She stopped as soon as she saw me.

“Zoe don’t tell me…”

I didn’t see the problem until Gabby took two steps and pulled the pacifier out of my mouth. In the two minutes I’d already forgotten I had it in.

“Oh, um, I was just seeing what it felt like?” I tried. Gabby shook her head.

“Zoe, listen, you… Zoe what are you doing now?”

“What?” I asked when I realized something else was in my mouth. I spat it out and found my hand, my thumb wet with my saliva. I’d just put it in without even thinking about it!

“Zoe… can you even control it?” Gabby asked, glancing from my wet thumb to my wet diaper. I couldn’t tell which she was talking about.

“Yes! Of course I can!” I said, pushing past her to get myself into the dry pull-up and some clothes.


That was my most pathetic lie yet. For the rest of the day my thumb seemed to just make its way to my mouth. Gabby pointed it out to me a couple times until finally she stopped, apparently deciding that it was best if she just let me suck. Despite my thumb sucking and pull-up wetting, the day passed relatively normally. I was able to get my work done on my computer, though the space bar had a spot of saliva on it from all the times I’d put my wet thumb there. Gabby came back from her classes and we made dinner and talked for a few hours before going to bed. It was when I was changing myself into a dry pull-up before bed that we even mentioned them again.

“Hey Gabby?” I said, walking into our bedroom

“Yeah?”

“I’m almost out. Of pull-ups I mean.”

Gabby looked up from her book.

“Has the wetting stopped?”

I blushed and shook my head “It’s gotten worse. I’m getting even less warning before I pee. It’s hard to make it to the potty at all so I, um… well I’ve just been using the pull-ups.”

“Well I guess we’re going to need to get you more then, at least until you get better. I can pick some up on my way back from lab tomorrow.”

I nodded “Thanks.”

I wanted to say something more, but I was too tired. I crawled into the bed, my pull-up crinkling softly, and fell asleep.


I woke up with my thumb in my mouth and my pull-up as wet as ever. Gabby was up before me. I walked into the kitchen and saw three rubber ducks sitting at my place on the table.

“They were right there when I woke up this morning.” Gabby said from her place, as though she was reading my mind

“Yeah, so I wonder if I’ll turn into a rubber duck today.” I said jokingly. Suddenly I realized something.

“Zoe, there are three rubber ducks!” I exclaimed

Zoe looked at me “So?”

“On the first day of Christmas there was one package of pull-ups, on the second day there were two pacifiers, today there are three rubber ducks.” I said “Don’t you know about the twelve days of Christmas? Like the song, on the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me…”

“What, do you give someone gifts every day leading up to Christmas? Like Hanukkah?”

“I don’t know if there are rules but...” I trailed off as I looked at the rubber ducks “I’m pretty sure this is a twelve day thing.”

“So someone’s just giving us twelve days of gifts? The number of gifts is the same as the day? That doesn’t seem like that bad.” Gabby said, turning one of the ducks over in her hand “Just so long as these aren’t poisoned or anything.”

“Yeah. Not that bad.” I said, trying to convince myself as much as her while I felt my pull-up grow heavy


Nothing odd happened that day aside from my pull-up wetting and thumb sucking until after dinner. Gabby walked out of the bathroom and looked over to where I was typing on my computer.

“The rubber ducks gave me an idea. I got a bubble bath ready for you.” Gabby said “I thought it would be nice for you to, you know, relax a little given how the last couple days have been.”

“Huh? Oh, thanks.” I said

I wondered how long it had been since I’d had a bubble bath, but I wasn’t about to complain. I went to the bathroom, peeled off my clothes, and got in the tub. Bubbles clung to my skin.

“Hee hee.” I giggled softly, feeling the bubbles running against my shoulders. I churned the water a little bit to create more bubbles and popped them as quickly as I could.

I giggled and slapped the water a little more, making more bubbles before scooping them into my hands and beginning to work to cover myself completely in bubbles. I was in the tub so long engrossed in my task that Gabby called through the door to ask if I was all right. I blushed, said I was fine, and quickly stepped out of the tub and dried myself off. I only wore my pull-up out of the bathroom. Nudity didn’t bother me at all and I knew Gabby had seen me naked countless times. Still, she gave me a weird look for some reason when I casually thanked her for the bath. She didn’t say anything as usual though so I brushed it off and went to bed.


The fourth day I got four rolls of toilet paper. It seemed like a harmless gift until I went to the bathroom that morning.

I pooped like I normally did, but when I was done my mind suddenly blanked. I don’t know how to describe it but, after pooping I just didn’t know how to wipe myself clean. I thought Gabby might know how so without thinking I stood up, opened the bathroom door and walked to where she was in the kitchen.

“Gabby, I need help wiping!” I announced

Gabby looked at me blankly.

“Come on, in here!” I said, gesturing towards the bathroom

“Hang on a second.” Gabby said, shaking her head and looking at me again “You want me to help you wipe. As in, wipe your butt with toilet paper.”

“I don’t know how…” I admitted

“So you’re…” Gabby looked down at my butt and then around the room. It suddenly occurred to me that I was standing stark naked in the kitchen after not having wiped. There were windows all over the place too.

“Oh, sorry.” I said, quickly ducking back into the bathroom. Gabby walked in.

“So you want me to wipe you?” She asked and I nodded. I’m pretty sure we were both thinking the same thing; that this entire situation should have been a lot more awkward, but it really didn’t seem that unnatural. Gabby paused a moment and then took a wad of toilet paper and wiped my butt while I stood there. She dropped it in the open toilet.

“You, um, didn’t flush either.” Gabby commented

“The noise kind of scares me.” I said “You can do that, right?”

“Um, sure.” Gabby said, putting her hand on the lever. I quickly walked out of the bathroom, in just my pull-up so I didn’t need to hear the gurgling noise.


Gabby had another bubble bath ready for me that night. Except this time instead of leaving me alone to take a bath by myself, she went into the bathroom with me.

“I don’t need help with this, honest.” I said to her “It’s not like when I go to the potty.”

Gabby kissed me on the head and pulled my pull up down and then helped me out of my shirt. I didn’t resist, I actually really didn’t mind her helping me but I wanted to make it seem like I was independent.

“All right, watch your step as you get into the tub.” Gabby said, holding my hand “It’s slippery you know.”

“I know, I- whoa!”

My foot slipped out from under me as I stepped into the tub. Gabby caught me.

“Easy there.” She said, gently lowering me into my bathwater. She gave me a quick peck of a kiss on the forehead. I frowned, something seemed off about her kisses but before I could think about it Gabby was scrubbing my ears with a washcloth.

“Ah! Oh!” I said, jerking my head away. Gabby followed with her hand until I was cornered

“Come on, you always miss this spot!” She said. When she was done with the washcloth she moved onto shampooing my hair. It wasn’t fun having her wash me but I tolerated it since I mostly forgot about her once I started playing with the bubbles again.

After she was done bathing me, Gabby kissed me on the forehead again. This time I realized what was off about the kiss.

We were a young couple living together. Of course we kissed romantically all the time and spontaneous make out sessions weren’t uncommon. But Gabby wasn’t kissing me romantically, her kisses were more tender and affectionate now. It wasn’t as though they were devoid of love, just of passion. I couldn’t understand it, but I got the feeling that she was more of a mother taking care of me than a girlfriend. Of course she was acting rather mother-ish with me needing pull-ups and all but… well I really didn’t want to believe that I was becoming a baby.


Later that night, Gabby helped me with my bedtime routine that night for what I was beginning to worry was only the first time. She held my hand while I brushed my teeth and brushed my hair and helped me change my pull-up before tucking me in to my side of our bed.

To my surprise she didn’t get into bed next to me. I checked the time and realized it was only eight! Why was I going to bed this early? But Gabby was pushy that I needed my sleep and told me to stay in bed at least fifteen minutes before I came and got her. I thought it was ridiculous, but apparently it wasn’t because I don’t remember checking the clock after it said eight oh-five.


The fifth day I got five stuffed animals. Gabby couldn’t stop me from eagerly beginning to play with my new toys and building a fort out of all our sheets. I only took one potty break the entire day when I needed to poop. Gabby automatically came into the bathroom with me this time and watched me do it.

“Good job!” Gabby said, looking in the toilet bowl once I was done

“Well, yeah, have I ever not made it to the potty? For pooping I mean?”

“Well, no, but it’s still a good job.” Gabby shrugged as though she didn’t see what was so strange about praising me for pooping in the potty. She broke some toilet paper off the roll and wiped me while I stood there and then helped me into a new pull-up.


That night, after dinner I was sucking my thumb while and about to go to bed at eight when Gabby interrupted me.

“Hang on Zoe, are you still dry?” Gabby asked “I don’t want you going to bed if you’re wet.”

“Yes.” I muttered. Gabby suddenly pulled back the front of my pull-up. I wouldn’t have minded if it had been intimate, except it wasn’t. Gabby clearly didn’t believe me and was just checking to see for herself.

“Zoe, you’ve wet pretty heavily.” She said

“What?” I asked, looking down. My padding was stained bright yellow.

“I, um, guess I used it and forgot.” I said, painfully knowing how weak the excuse sounded even as I said it.

“Well, we’d best get you changed before you go to sleep. Diaper rash isn’t comfortable.”

“Diaper rash!?!” I blurted out loud, breaking the spell at least for a moment. Gabby blushed, realizing how motherly she’d just been acting.

“Sorry, but, well I’m pretty sure that’s what happens if you stay in a wet diaper too long.” She said defensively. She insisted on helping me into a dry pull up before tucking me into my side of the bed.

“Goodnight Zoe. Sweet dreams.” She said


The next morning I woke up with Gabby. We were still yawning and stretching when Gabby gasped and picked something up on the ground in front of her.

“Zoe?” She said, holding a plastic package up for me to see. They looked kind of like the pull-ups, except they were thicker and the picture had tapes on the sides.

“Are those pampers?” I asked “You don’t honestly think I’m going to start needing those, do you?”

“There are six packages.” Gabby said “Zoe, look, you…”

She suddenly trailed off and looked at me weird. It reminded me a lot of the first day when she watched me wet my panties.

“Am I really…?” I asked just before I became aware that I was releasing something into my pull-up, and it wasn’t pee this time.

It’s hard for me to describe what having a messing accident feels like. By the time I’m even aware that I need to go something is already sliding past my butt cheeks. That’s what happened right then. I managed to stop and ran for the bathroom, a weight in the seat of my pull-up. Without thinking I sat on the potty and let go. My pull-up crinkled under me as it caught my mess. I’d forgotten to take it off.

“Zoe…?” Gabby asked, appearing at the door to the bathroom

“Can you um… can you help me into one of those, uh… pampers?” I mumbled, still sitting on the toilet with my pull up on.

“So you just pooped. In your pants, er, pull-up.” Gabby said

“I couldn’t help it!” I said “It just kind of… happened.”

“Zoe, this means you’re… you’re turning into a baby!”

I was sure she’d been thinking that for a while, the idea had been in my mind since the second day when I started sucking my thumb, but neither one of us had wanted to say it out loud, as though denying my regression somehow made it less real. But it wasn’t just me that was changing.

“And Gabby you’re, um, turning into my mom.” I said

“Zoe this is bad.” Gabby said, shaking her head “I mean, you’re already a diaper wearing baby!”

I don’t know what happened then but I just started crying as soon as she said that. I didn’t know what else to do. I was upset that I still needed diapers and my soiled pull-up felt uncomfortable. Gabby sprang into action, clearly knowing exactly what to do when I was upset.

“Aww, don’t cry.” She said, hugging me tight “It’s all right, I’m here now.”

Almost immediately I felt better and my all out crying turned into gentle sobbing.

“Bud… bud I just pooped-”

“Shhh.” Gabby hushed me “It’s all right. I didn’t mean it like that. Accidents happen. Lots of girls your age still need diapers.”

“T-thanks.” I sniffed “You don’t think I’m a b-baby do you?”

“Of course not.” Gabby reassured me “Here, let me help you get cleaned up.”

She helped me off the toilet and let me by my hand to the middle of the kitchen. It occurred to me briefly how foolish I looked, a twenty five year old being led to get their pull-up changed by another twenty five year old, but it was only my body that was twenty five. My mind wasn’t any older than four, though I still had my adult memories.

“There we go, it’s all right.” Gabby said, pushing me onto the kitchen floor. She pulled down my soiled pull up and used some baby wipes to clean me. I had my thumb in my mouth the entire time. It was only once she picked up a box of pampers instead of pull-ups that I took my thumb out of my mouth to protest.

“But-”

“I’m sorry Zoe, but you’re going to need to wear diapers for now.” Gabby told me, gently taping one of the pampers around my waist “Just until you’re a little more potty trained, okay?”

I stared at the ground and nodded. Gabby kissed me on the head.

“All right then, you can go play.”

That made me feel really excited and forget my accident. I ran to our room with my new diaper crinkling between my legs to have an imaginary tea party.

It wasn’t as though I suddenly turned into a mindless bouncing baby girl, I knew I was regressing further and further. But my instincts just took over and I thought it would be more fun to play so that’s what I did.

I had another messing accident later that day. This time I didn’t even run for the potty, I just ran to Gabby to get a clean diaper before I’d even finished pooping.


The seventh and eighth days were actually fairly uneventful in terms of changes. I got seven pieces of baby clothes in my size and eight baby bottles. That meant that I began to rely on Gabby to dress me and then I started drinking most of my meals out of baby bottles. The meals that I didn’t drink had to be mac n cheese or hot dogs. The thing was that they didn’t seem that big considering that I was already fully dependent on diapers and Gabby for help with pretty much every aspect of my life.

Then on the ninth day Gabby needed to go out shopping. It wouldn’t have been a problem except neither she nor I really trusted leaving me alone by myself anymore. So she got me in a clean diaper, bundled me up and helped me into baggy pants that would hide my extra padding and took me out to the bus stop, holding my hand.

The thing I realized pretty quickly on the bus was that it was a lot more difficult than I had anticipated to act like an adult. Every couple minutes I’d involuntarily try to stick my thumb in my mouth only to find my glove in the way. I tried to pass it off as I was just fixing my hair, but I don’t know how many of the other people on the bus bought it.

“Do we have to be here?” I whined as soon as we stepped off the bus where the mall “I’m tired!”

“Remember, it’s just a few stores to stock up on supplies for you.” Gabby said and when I didn’t budge said “I’ll give you a cookie if you’re good.”

That got me moving really quick. Gabby managed to get in and out of two stores within my very small window of patience, but by the third store I was dragging.

“Do we have to?” I asked again, tugging in the opposite direction. Unfortunately for Gabby I was still as big as she was so she couldn’t keep me moving without my consent.

“Zoe please?” She asked “I’ll give you two cookies.”

It was a tempting offer but it wasn’t enough.

“No.” I said firmly

“Hi there!” A voice said right behind me, startling me. I whirled and came face to face with a short man and pointy ears and a green hat on “Do you want to see Santa?”

“Santa?” Gabby asked we followed the elf’s pointing finger to a mall Santa sitting in a big, red chair. Strangely enough, there didn’t seem to be a line.

“She’s a bit old…” Gabby said

“Oh come on now, you’re never too old for Santa!” The elf said, taking my hand and pulling me somewhat forcefully towards Santa. I stumbled onto his lap. To my relief he didn’t seem to notice the extra padding on my butt.

“So, have you been good this year little girl?” He asked

“Yes.” I said. Santa nodded

“You’ve been such a good girl I’ve decided to give you an extra special present this year.” Santa said, then leaning in close to my ear he whispered

“The diapers are the right size aren’t they?”

I gasped out loud. Who was this guy?

“I-I just have a little stress incontinence. That’s all.” I said

“Since exactly one week ago when I first left pull-ups at your doorstep?”

Any remaining doubt in my mind vanished. He really did know!

“What are you?” I asked in a hushed voice

“So what do you want for Christmas little girl?” Santa asked out loud, completely ignoring my question

“Huh? Um, am I supposed to say diapers or something?” I asked

Santa let out a laugh that actually did sound a lot like ‘ho ho ho.’

“Sure, I can get you some more pampers for Christmas if you like. Anything else?”

“Um, I, um…”

“How about this,” Santa said “Do you want another mommy in addition to Gabby or do want a daddy?”

“Huh?” What kind of question was that?

“I guess I’d prefer a, um, another mommy.” I said

“And do you want a brother or a sister?”

“Brother…” I said

“And finally, would you like an older or younger brother?”

“Younger.”

Santa laughed again “It’ll be hard to find a brother who’s younger than you’re going to be, but I think I’ll manage it.”

“You still haven’t answered my question.” I said

“You’d best run to your Mommy and ask her to change your diaper.” Santa said, pushing me gently but firmly off his lap.

“But-”

“Now, now, Santa’s very busy little girl.” The elf said, stepping in front of me and pushing me away. I wouldn’t be able to get back to him without forcing my way through the elf and probably mall security. I couldn’t make that much of a show of myself to get to a mall Santa, even if I wasn’t sure just how fake he was.

“Well that was odd.” Gabby said as soon as I returned

“He, um, told me to get my diaper changed.” I said softly. Gabby frowned

“What?” She took a quick look around to make sure no one was watching and then pulled the back of my diaper back to check me as she’d gotten used to doing.

“You still seem clean.” She said to me “I guess you might have wet a little, but definitely not heavily enough to warrant a change. Come on, one more store and then we’ll leave. Three cookies okay?”

It was enough to get me moving. I did take one last glance behind us as we walked away. To my surprise both Santa and the elf as well as the display had disappeared. I don’t know why, but I didn’t say anything about that to Gabby, nor did I ever mention the questions Santa had asked me. I had the attention span of a goldfish and the few times I thought of it I never remembered long enough to tell Gabby, as though it was magic.


The bus ride home I was tired enough to sit relatively still. It wasn’t very long though, because no sooner had we gotten on the bus, I felt my bowels shift. It was a feeling I’d gotten very used to in the last few days.

Inwardly I cringed. How had neither Gabby nor I thought of this? It had just been pure chance that I hadn’t needed a diaper change before now the mall! But there wasn’t anything I could do, my potty training was so weak that I could barely hold it for a minute and I was pretty sure any potty was farther away than that. I took Gabby’s hand and squeezed it as I felt my bowels contract and push a mess into my diaper.

“Zoe?” Gabby asked, confused as to why I was squeezing her hand. Then the smell hit her.

“Zoe, is that you?” Gabby whispered. The look on my face was the only answer she needed.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get you changed.” She whispered “Just… pretend like you don’t know where the smell is coming from.”

I nodded and began wrinkling my nose. All around us, other people on the bus began wrinkling their noses and fanning the air. I was really embarrassed, but my bowels just kept contracting, pushing more and more poop into my diaper. My insides ached in relief once they were done but I so embarrassed and uncomfortable in my messy diaper. My face began crinkling on its own, not because of the smell of my dirty diaper but because I was getting fussy. The adult side of me had to fight the toddler side to keep from wailing right then and there.

Gabby apparently saw that I was about to start crying because at the next stop she took my hand and led me quickly off the bus. Thankfully we got off next to an empty park because I couldn’t keep from crying any longer.

“Whaaa!” I wailed, throwing my head back and letting the tears flow. Gabby hugged me tight while at the same time slowly walking me into the park to hide me from anyone who might have been walking down the street.

“Shh, shh, it’s all right Zoe.” She said, stroking my hair over and over again. It took a while but she eventually calmed me down while I sat on her lap on a park bench. I hugged her tight for comfort.

“Feel better?” She asked me

“Yeah I… I ugh!”

Suddenly my bowels released again and I messed while sitting on Gabby’s lap. I thought my diaper had been uncomfortable before, now it was just getting awful. Much more and I would become inconsolable until I got a diaper change. Gabby knew it, but she didn’t know the area well enough to know a place she could change me. I could see her trying to figure out what to do when a boy and girl about our age walked up to us. They seemed to be the only other people in the park besides us.

“Um, hi?” Gabby said while at the same time trying to subtly keep me under control to hide the fact that I was a twenty five year old baby.

“Hi. Umm...” The girl hesitated and then said “Your baby smells almost as bad as mine does when he’s made a big mess.”

Gabby looked at her. The girl blushed and pulled the boy’s pants down just far enough to show the waistband of a diaper.

“Can we go home now?” The boy whined, unconcerned that she was undressing him in public. Gabby and the girl shared a look.

“Twelve days?” Gabby asked and the girl nodded

“We have a house nearby if you, um, need to get her changed.”

Gabby looked at me and then at the girl “Lead the way.”


The first thing Gabby did as soon as she got into the girl’s house was strip me down to just my t-shirt and diaper for a change. It wasn’t until she was taping a clean diaper on me that she realized what she’d just done.

“Oh! Uh, sorry. I don’t really think about nudity with her anymore.” She explained to the other girl, holding my very messy diaper in her hands. She blushed again when she realized she was clearly displaying it.

“Diaper pail’s in the corner.” The girl said “And yeah, I know the feeling. You just start to think of them like babies don’t you?”

She stripped the boy she was with down to just his diaper and pulled the waistband back.

“You’re good, go ahead and play.” She said and he ran and pulled out some cardboard blocks from behind a couch. She turned back to Gabby.

“So, um, I’m Michelle.” The girl said “On the floor is Dylan.”

“I can speak you know!” Dylan piped up, turning away from his blocks just long enough to give us a glare

“Gabby and Zoe.” Gabby said “Then, he’s been getting presents too? Like, baby things?”

“Every day since last Wednesday.” Michelle said

“Can I play with him?” I asked Gabby. The blocks just looked a lot more fun than a boring grown-up conversation. She looked at me in surprise then nodded. I ran over in just my t-shirt and diaper and picked up some blocks.

“Oh, uh, hi.” He said, looking from me to the blocks in his hands. I could tell his adult side was telling him he couldn’t just play blocks with a random girl in a diaper he’d never met. Honestly my adult side was trying to tell me the same thing. We were still staring at each other awkwardly when Dylan pushed himself up into a squatting position. It was pretty obvious what he was doing, especially when the seat of his diaper began to push out.

“Oh, I, um…” He muttered, staring at the ground and turning red. Just then I let a muffled fart into my diaper. I pushed myself up and squatted across from him. His face broke into a grin.

“Aren’t girls supposed to smell nice?” He giggled

“Aren’t boys supposed to be strong enough to hold their poop?” I shot back.

We couldn’t help ourselves from breaking out into a fit of giggles as we made messes in our diapers together. It was a weird sort of bonding experience for the two of us because after that there wasn’t any more awkwardness between us. We built a block tower as high as we could together and when either of us felt the urge to go we just casually let it out into our diapers without worrying about what the other thought.

I kept thinking that Gabby was going to call me to leave, but the minutes turned into hours. I didn’t have a very good sense of how much time had passed, but I knew it had been a long time when Gabby and Michelle finally interrupted our play to get us into clean diapers. After that we ate dinner and then Dylan and I took a nap together. I was so sure we were leaving as soon as I woke up from the nap but Gabby just gave me another diaper change and patted me on the butt to send me back to play with Dylan.

I glanced back at their conversation while I waddled to play house with Dylan. She was looking at Michelle. No, that wasn’t right. She was gazing at her, rather longingly too.

A pang of jealously hit me while I turned and ran to play dress up with Dylan. Was she cheating on me? I mean, yeah I needed diapers and everything but she should at least have the decency to break up with me before showing her affection for another woman in front of me!


It wasn’t until late that Gabby finally stood up and checked her phone.

“Oh! Um, we’d best get going.” She said “So nice to meet you but it’s way past Zoe’s bedtime.”

“You can stay here for the night.” Michelle offered “Just in case you don’t want to go home in the dark.”

“Oh sure. Thanks.” Gabby said without hesitation

“We do only have two beds though.” Michelle said

“How about I sleep with you and our babies can sleep together?” Gabby suggested and Michelle nodded her agreement.

My jaw dropped. She was getting in bed with Michelle instead of me? Gabby didn’t even seem to understand what she was doing while she changed me one last time before going to bed and plopped me in bed next to Dylan. Somehow I got the feeling like Dylan was just as upset that Michelle was sleeping with Gabby because he was pouting all through his bedtime routine. I did the same, only answering Gabby in grunts and looking anywhere but where she was to make it very clear I was unhappy.


Michelle drove us back to our apartment the next day with Dylan and me in the backseats. As soon as we Gabby closed the door I stepped in front of her and stared her in the eyes. She sighed

“Zoe, there’s something I need to talk to you about.” Gabby said

“Mmm-hmm?” I asked, making it as clear as I could that I meant business

“We’re moving into Michelle’s place.” Gabby said “I figured since you couldn’t pay rent and your diapers are going to cost something it was best to save money.”

“And…?” I asked

“And she’s nice and I think we’ll all get along well.”

“And…?” I asked, crossing my arms

Gabby sighed “And, well yes, we were thinking about starting a relationship. Listen-”

“Does this mean we’re breaking up?” I asked

“Zoe-”

“You honestly thought I wouldn’t notice? Look, even if-”

“Zoe! Listen to me for a moment and look at the facts. You’re a baby. You’re in diapers. I love you more than anything but you and I both know that our relationship has changed. We aren’t lovers anymore.”

I kept my arms folded “I’m not a baby yet.” I said

“See you don’t even realize you’re wearing a messy diaper right now do you? You need me to change you out of that, to wipe your butt clean and get to you into a new diaper. I don’t know what you’re going to be like on Christmas morning, but I know that I want what’s best for you. And that means taking care of you in a house where you have plenty of room to run around and having someone else I trust to take care of you.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. I just reached back and felt my diaper. It squished. I couldn’t keep acting like an adult any longer. My thumb went to my mouth and I sat down on the floor, looking up at Gabby. Gabby walked over and hugged me.

“Don’t worry, I’ll never stop loving you. Now let’s get you into a clean diaper.”


We moved most of our stuff out of our apartment that day and the next. I guess I really shouldn’t say we, Gabby and Michelle did most of the work while Dylan and I played around in our diapers. It was funny, we were both completely naked except for our diapers and yet it wasn’t sexual at all. I liked it, just being carefree and not worrying about anything.

About midday Gabby went to pick up lunch for all of us, leaving Michelle to watch Dylan and me. By that point neither of us had gotten a diaper change in a few hours, so we were both pretty messy.

“Dylan, come over here a second so I can change you.” Michelle called, interrupting our play. Dylan ran over to her without hesitation, his drooping diaper bouncing behind him. I noticed that after wiping him clean she squirted some lotion onto her hand and rubbed it on his butt before taping his new diaper shut. When she was done Dylan giggled and jumped up. Michelle looked over to where I was sitting.

“Zoe, um, you could use a change too.” Michelle commented, eyeing my sagging diaper

“Yeah, so?” I asked

“Can I change you?” Michelle asked “I don’t know when Gabby will be back and I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“Umm…” I thought about it “I guess it’s all right.”

“All right then, lay back.”

I did as she instructed and let her break the tapes on my diaper. She pressed a baby wipe to my skin tenderly and wiped me clean. It felt good to be taken care of. It almost felt as good as when Gabby changed me. When she slid a new diaper under me she paused and then said

“You know, Dylan likes it when I put lotion on him, do you want to try that?”

“Sure.” I said and a moment later I felt her lathering my bare bottom with lotion. I giggled.

“It feels slimy!” I said

Michelle smiled and taped my clean diaper shut. She stuck her face in my exposed stomach and blew a raspberry. I broke out into a fit of giggles and scrambled off to play with Dylan. When Gabby came home ten minutes later the first words out of my mouth to her were

“Can you put lotion on me when you change me?”  

Gabby exchanged a look with Michelle and then smiled

“Sure. Of course I can.”


After that I didn’t have a problem with Michelle changing me. Gabby had been right, she grew on me really quickly. Dylan and I became best friends, though we did get on each other’s nerves once or twice when he pulled my hair or I knocked down his tower of blocks. The great thing about our relationship though was that it only took about an hour and then we were back to loving each other.


I couldn’t even tell you what the last few gifts were, though I know they were delivered to Michelle’s house after we moved. I no longer cared about stuff like what day it was or what was happening. I was happy so long as I had a clean diaper, a full stomach, and I could take as many naps as I wanted. I only know that on Christmas Eve for dinner Gabby and Michelle discovered that they were both lactating. Dylan and I were hungry.

I know it sounds weird, but that Christmas Eve dinner of breast milk was one of the best of my life. Gabby and Michelle switched us halfway through so we got to bond with both of them and by the end of it both Dylan and I were full and satisfied. We were then burped, our faces were wiped clean, and given diaper changes at the end of it. And that was all we needed to be happy. No stress about work, no worries about money or life, just comfort and safety and security while we toddled around in our diapers and sucked on our pacifiers.


Christmas morning I woke up surprisingly groggy, like I’d only gotten three naps the day before instead of my usual five or something. I blinked several times before the world came into focus. Little cartoon animals were floating in a circle above me.

“A baby mobile? Well I guess it is an appropriate gift for me.” I thought to myself. Then I rolled over. There were bars all around me.

“I’m in a prison?” I looked down. I was awfully far away from the carpeted floor below.

“Wait, no, it’s a crib…” I thought, finally realizing that while the rest of the world came into focus. I was in a nursery. It was really big though, like I was the size of a real…

I had a sudden thought and turned around to look behind me. A baby was lying in the crib with me, about my size. He had Dylan’s blond hair.

“Oh no…” I thought to myself, looking down.

My hands were fat and stubby. The only thing I was wearing was a thick, disposable diaper around my tubby waist. My legs had rolls of baby fat on them which led down to my chubby toes.

“Whaaaa!” I let out a wail at the top of my lungs. Dylan woke up and began crying next to me. Our mommies walked into the room. They were giants compared to us.

“Aww, looks like our sleepyheads are finally awake.” Michelle giggled. They took us out of our crib and began bouncing us. It was really calming and after just a minute or two I began to gurgle happily.

“There’s my happy baby.” Gabby said, holding me up in front of her face. She put her face against my butt and sniffed my diaper.

“Phew, somebody needs her diaper changed.” She commented

“Mine does too.” Michelle said

They took us over to our changing table and got us into clean diapers.

“Agafoo!” I said to Gabby while she wiped my bottom. I paused, that wasn’t what I had been trying to say.

“Goo ba! Agawada!”

On my third try I realized what my problem was. My gums were completely bare! I wasn’t just a toddler, I was barely more than a newborn!

“Shh, don’t worry you two.” Gabby said, patting my back “We remember too.”

“But you do make such adorable little babies.” Michelle commented

“And it’s nice that your diapers are a lot easier to change with teeny-tiny messes instead of big adult ones.” Gabby said, kissing me on the nose

I gurgled and drooled to show I understood before sticking my thumb in my mouth. We were carried down the stairs to the living room where we had our Christmas tree set up. I think I wet myself in surprise. The day before there hadn’t been any presents under the tree, but now there were tons!

“Look you two, Santa came!” Gabby said, setting us down. I eagerly crawled over to the tree, unable to walk and began looking at the presents. I couldn’t read the names on the tags.

“This one is for you honey.” Michelle said, pointing at a big one with green wrapping paper. I immediately went to work tearing at the wrapping paper and unearthed a package of pampers.

“Oh, well, those will come in handy for you.” Gabby laughed

“Gaba sphoo!” I said, trying to tell her that it was what I had asked Santa for for Christmas. But she couldn’t understand baby talk so I just moved onto my next present.


When the presents were all opened, Gabby and Michelle changed our diapers and fed us before they let actually play with them. We really wanted to play with them as soon as possible so we were drooling excitedly after breastfeeding, but to our disappointment Gabby and Michelle stuck us in our high chairs instead.

“Sorry, we know you want to play with your presents now but before that there’s something we need to tell you.” Gabby said

“Ga goo ga?” Dylan asked, drooling a little while he made baby talk

“Well, we’re pretty sure after today we’ll all lose our memories of who we were.” Michelle said “I mean, that would make sense right? It’s the only thing left in the transformation.”

My eyes popped. I was going to be a baby? As in a real baby? I looked over to Dylan who had a similar expression on his face.

“Don’t be sad.” Gabby said “Don’t think of it like you’re losing everything. Think of it as a clean slate, a new beginning. Even if I don’t remember dating you, I still love you more than anything Zoe. I know I’ll be the best mommy in the world. The same goes for you Dylan.”

I nodded, my thumb going to my mouth. Dylan was already sucking on his.

“And I’ll be the other best mommy in the world.” Michelle said “So you two don’t need to worry about a thing. We’ll take care of those stinky diapers of yours until it’s time for you to grow up again and then we’ll raise you well. I know it.”

Dylan and I smiled and gurgled happily. That actually sounded like a pretty good life.

“Speaking of stinky diapers…” Gabby said, sniffing the air “It smells like someone needs a change.”

“Aba goo!” Dylan and I immediately protested together. We wanted to play with presents, not get our diapers changed again!

Michelle smiled “Eh, it’s Christmas. So you get one free pass on diaper changes for now, okay? We aren’t going to let you get rash though.”

Dylan and I nodded quickly in agreement and we were released onto the floor in front of the tree. Michelle put her arm around Gabby and gave her a quick peck on the cheek while Dylan and I ran around in just our diapers and played with our new Christmas presents.