A4A Diaper Baby

	Hey, what’s that poking out of the back of your pants?

	No, it’s obviously not nothing. I can see it. And are you carrying a plastic bag with your or something?

	I keep hearing this rustling sound, & it’s only when you’re nearby.

	I know it’s not a big deal, but you’re my roommate, & it’s been bothering me for weeks now.

	Also, we’re out of plastic bags, & if you’re carrying them around, I’m gonna have to ask you to donate a few of ‘em - they keep disappearing for some reason.

	Why are you turning so red? Is something wrong? Is it too warm?

	… oh my god, you’re wearing a diaper.

	You are! You totally are! I bet if I pulled your pants down right now, I’d see a diaper!


	Oh really? You wanna argue with me? Then prove it!


	Nobody is gonna see us - c’mon, we’re in our apartment, nobody else is around.

	If I’m wrong, I’ll do the dishes for a week. I swear. My honor as a roommate.

	And if I’m right?

	Well, if I’m right, then I’m right, & you’re just a little diaper baby.

	But I’m not right, obviously, because you’re a grown adult, & grown adults don’t wear diapers like babies do.

	… well, okay, some people are incontinent, I’ll give you that, but you’re obviously not.

	How do I know?

	I’ve seen you having to pee & running into the bathroom.

	You’re not exactly subtle, you do a potty dance like a toddler.

	So are you going to take your pants down to prove me wrong, or am I just gonna have to keep calling you a little diaper baby?

	Oh, are you going to start crying now? Seriously?

	No, I’m not being mean. I’m just asking an honest question! Are you wearing a diaper or not?

	You keep saying no, but now that I’m looking closer… I can see the puffiness between your legs, & the way you’re standing all pigeon toed, as if your thighs can’t touch each other. And those are some awfully loose jeans you’ve go on.

	Are you sure you’re not just a little diaper baby? You’re crying like one, & all you can say is “no,” which isn’t much of an argument.

	… now that I think about it, that would explain the pacifier I saw on your desk. I thought you just wanted to stop chewing gum, but it’s your binky, isn’t it, baby? Is that why you’re crying so hard? Because you need your binky?

	I bet you’ve got a bottle hidden back in your room, too. And all of those plushies… you really are just a big baby!

	See, is that so hard? Just unbuckle your belt, pull it out of its loops, unbutton your jeans, unzip them… there!

	Oh my god, you ARE wearing a diaper. It’s not even, like, a medical diaper - it’s printed all over with little baby animals!

	Aren’t you just the cutest widdle thing?

	What’s the matter? Don’t like baby talk?

	Does the widdle baby not like being reminded of what a baby you are?

	Is the baby wet? I bet you are.

	I bet you need a new diaper - that one is looking awfully heavy, & judging by how red your face is… yeah, you need a diaper change.

	The diaper baby needs a diaper change, huh?

	Are you gonna ask me nicely to change you?

	No, you AREN’T going to go do it yourself.

	Why?

	Because I like seeing you this helpless. & I like seeing you crying like this.

	I have a feeling there’s gonna be a few changes around here….

	But speaking of changes… are you gonna beg me?

	If you’re a good little baby, I’ll change your diaper.

	How can you be a good baby?

	Well, for starters, good little babies crawl on the floor, don’t they?

	There… isn’t that so much better, looking up at me?

	Oh, you’re such a cute little baby, with your red eyes & your wobbling lower lip.

	If you’re a good little diaper baby, I’ll change you.

	I’ll lie you on your back & untape your diaper, wipe you dry, & throw that nasty wet thing out. I’ll powder you up… maybe, if you’re a VERY good baby, I’ll even make you cum.

	I know you masturbate - I can hear you moaning through my wall.

	Fuck, all those times I’ve just wanted to open your door, walk over to you, & go to town?

	That’s how you always are in my fantasies - flat on your back, helpless… so me changing your diaper wouldn’t be that different, would it?

	Maybe I’d use a toy on you - special toys for a special little diaper baby.

	I’d powder you up, all nice & fresh, & I’d rub it in, & then I’d tape you in, so you were all snug & cozy, a cute little diaper baby in a nice thick, dry diaper.

	You want that, don’t you, baby? You want me to change your wet, pissy diapers & put you in a nice dry one?

	You want to be my good little diaper baby?

	No, honey, you have to use your words.

	Tell me you’re nothing but a big crying diaper baby.

	A little louder - I didn’t hear you.

	That’s better. Now… let’s get you out of that thing, before you get a rash.

	I am going to have so much fun with you, diaper baby.

	So much fun.