It's a Ma/d/ Ma/d/ Ma/d/ World! Pt.2

You watch Crystal leave with the sheets and decide to make breakfast.  After all, if the two of them just shared that moment with you, you were not about to let them do all the chores.  Donning a shirt, you begin to walk to the kitchen and stumble.  Your knees are still weak from your time with the girls and now you have the diaper between your legs to contend with.  The nappy is significantly thicker than the ones you have had to walk in so far and it fits snugly between your legs, forcing them apart slightly.  This was going to take some getting used to.  The best you can manage is a waddle towards the kitchen, carefully placing one foot in front of the other and hearing the diaper creek with every step.  Your face goes red with more than self-consciousness as you feel the soft fluff of the pads being forced to rub against your nethers with every step.  You may very well be lucky you and the girls had put on such a performance in bed, or you might have yet another thing to get used to with the diapers.  Not that you would be getting used to this.
You pass Crystal stuffing the sheets into the wash and she beams at you.  You catch her looking down as you pass and practically feel her eyes glued to your diapered backside.
“So cute,” you hear her mutter under her breath.  You hoped after you got out of the nappies that she'd still say that about your bottom... in a romantic way of course.  You make it to the kitchen and begin to collect the necessary ingredients.  The work is slow with one hand in a cast, but you manage with careful focus on taking one step at a time.  As you mix the batter, the repetitive motion causes you to drift into other thoughts.  You'd just had sex with both of your best friends.  Okay, maybe not full on sex, but it was definitely more than the playful flirting you'd managed in the past.  Two days ago, you'd never have thought either of them would be interested in someone like you, let alone have the guts to pursue them.  Then again, they'd been doing the pursuing hadn't they?  To be honest, you didn't mind that part.  However, as you look down at the pink bulge where your pants should be you wonder if the diapers really had to be part of the deal. They'd still care for you without them, wouldn't they?
You shake your head.  Of course they would.  As you reach for the chocolate chips for the batter, you decide that a day or two more might not hurt.  You wanted to make them happy and you could put up with the infantile treatment until you were sure everyone had calmed down from the wreck.  You could find a bathroom for the messier parts until then.
As you stir and think, wiry arms wrap around your stomach and a voice in your ear murmurs, “Hey fluffy-butt, you're looking adorable.”  Sam's' wet hair falls over your shoulder and you smell her shampoo, a pleasant strawberry smell that somehow didn't clash with her attitude when you pictured her.
“Hello to you too Sam,” You smile backwards at her, “You want to make the bacon?”
“I thought you were making breakfast,” she pouts.
“I'm making pancakes,” you correct her, “You make the best bacon.”
“What if I don't want bacon?” her sultry voice tickles your ear.  Her hands are roaming now.  One hand goes up to tickle at your chest while the other drifts south.
“I think we already had that meal,” you correct the redhead.
“What if I want seconds,” her honey-hoarse voice drips the words into your ear as her hand reaches your diaper and begins to play with the cushion surrounding your manhood.  You feel her leg lift between yours to nestle against your rear.  Your back door twitches at her touch, still tender.  Despite your previous adventures, you feel your body reacting to her.
“We really should make breakfast,” you try to argue, having trouble supporting your stance.
“Mmmm,” Sam moans as she grinds the fluff of the diaper into your privates, “Are you suuuure?”
You hear the hollow pop of a rolled up newspaper behind you, “I believe he is sure Samantha.  Also, I would like to eat this morning if that's possible.”
Sam rubs her head and glares at Crystal, “Fine captain no-fun, but I'm making extra bacon to screw with your karma.”
“That's not how karma works dear,” Crystal corrects her, “Anonymous, do you need help?”  You wave her off, trying to quell your arousal.  Some time later, the three of you are enjoying your respective stacks of fluffy goodness, making conversation and having trouble meeting each other's eyes.  You realize that despite Sam's bravado, what you three had just done was still sinking in for all of you.  Each of you are quite nervous, but you see no sign that either regrets it.  You certainly don't.
“So, do we, like, have a game plan for today?” Sam finally asks.
“Well, Anonymous' mother invited us over for a meal, but she didn't specify a time,” Crystal suggests, “I think seeing her would be nice.  She will want her son back after all.”
“Well, his mom can cook,” Sam admits as she stuffs another bite into her mouth, “Probably where Nonny gets it, you little home-maker.  But it's Sarturday.  We should go out or something.  Maybe do some shopping.”  You're careful not to choke at the thought or going out in public like this.  Not going to happen. Nope.  No way. You hope.
“Oh and one more thing Anonymous,” Crystal remembers, “I spoke with your mother before coming to the kitchen.  She says your job would like you to come in briefly to speak to your boss.  They'd like to talk about when you can come back and for some reason insisted you be in person.”  The bottom falls out of your stomach.  So much for your new bathroom habits being a private matter.  You put your fork down and frown at the thought of walking past your co-workers in the bright pink eyesore between your legs.  That... would take some thinking to get around.
“So then, what would you prefer to do first?” both girls look at you for an answer.
Do you have one?

A.) Go to work
B.) Go shopping
C.) Go see mom.

B.)  You can't go out like this.  You won't.  But you need to say it carefully.  Maybe you can angle them to give you back your clothes for being in public.
	Scratching your head in an awkward fashion, “Well, I do need some new clothes, but-”
	“Shopping it is!” Sam pipes up.
	Crystal perks up at this, “Oh, delightful.  I'll pack his diaper bag.  I can already think of some outfits for him.”
	This is getting out of hand, “Wait!”  Both of your friends give you a confused look.
	Your face goes scarlet under their gaze, “I mean, I can't go out like this can I?”
	“Why not?” Crystal asks, “Do you need a change already?”
	“Of course not,” you stutter back, “But I can't let everyone s-see me, uh, like this.”  You awkwardly nod at the pink cushion between your legs.
	The blonde gives you a gentle smile, “I have something for that.  Don't you worry.”
	“But the diaper-”
	“Awww, come on Nonny,” Sam grins at you as she walks over, “Why are you so nervous?  No one cares you're going back.  I could take you door to door in the building and show off your cute patoot and no-one'd care.”
	“On the contrary,” Crystal notes with an odd hint of pride, “I have a number of jealous cousins who wish it had been their part-friend.”  Her cheeks go rosy at the slip.
	“And I can kick the shit out of anyone messing with you,” the redhead adds, laying her arm protectively over your shoulders, “Just like old times.  No one screws with my Nonny.”
	No.  There's a line in the sand here and you are not going to parade around in public in a girly nappy for all the world to see.
	“No,” you cross your arms, “I'm not going out in the diaper.”  Crystal's gentle smile turns stern, her lips pressing together into a thin line.  That's a rare sight.  The blonde walks over and  kneels in front of you.
	Though looking up into your eyes, her voice tells you she isn't asking, “Yes, you are.  You are going out in your diaper and getting used to it, and you will like it.  Trust me Anonymous.  Now you are going to wait here while I get your diaper bag and when I come back, we are going shopping, and you will be good for me and Samantha, won't you sweetie?”  That voice was a rare thing.  You hadn't heard it since she had made it clear you would never drink again in high-school.  Honestly, it had done the trick as much as Sam's fists.  You realize all you can do is nod.
	“Good!” Crystal pops back to her feet, the voice gone, and practically skips back to her room. You awkwardly look up at Sam who looks as surprised as you.
	She gives you a sympathetic smile, “Sorry little guy.  She, well, she reeaaaally wants to buy you some new clothes.  Been planning it for months”
	“She knew I was going back for months?”
	“Nope.”
	Crystal returns shortly, a large and bulging bag over her shoulder and a few pieces of cloth in her hands, “Here Anonymous, pick one.”  Not one to argue with the blonde at the moment, you take the garments.  You realize they are both made of a combination of cloth on the outside and plastic liner on the inside.  They are just enough to cover your diaper and a little bit of your legs.  One is patterned to resemble blue jeans while the other is powder blue with the words 'I'm a big boy' emblazoned on the front.  You turn it over to find 'But not too big' on the back.  You balk at the design and slowly slide the first pair of plastic pants up your legs and over your diaper.  They are elastic and hold the pink nappy to your body more closely.  Out of the corner of your eye, you see the blonde's slight disappointment at your choice.
	“There,” Crystal smiles again, “All ready for a day out.”  She takes your hand before you can think and leads you out the door.  Your eyes squint at the morning sun, and you quickly look around to see if anyone can see you.  To your relief, the three of you appear to be alone.  Sam locks the door behind the three of you and you make your way to Crystal's Prius.  Sam calls shotgun as you slide into the backseat, and the three of you take off.
	The local mall dwarfs your vehicle as you pull into the parking lot.  The standard allotment of large department stores mark each end of the place with a movie theater thrown in the middle.  You spent years running around the place with Sam and Crystal, dodging sweaters from Crystal in the Macy's and ducking fries thrown by Sam in the food court.
	“Alright,” Crystal says, still chipper, “Let's get going.”  As Sam and Crystal get out, you give a deep sigh.  No going back now.  It's to make Crystal happy, right?  You open your door and step out onto the parking lot.  You march just out of step with the two, not eager to hurry and still trying to shake the waddle the diaper had given you.  You try to keep your head down.  Being Saturday morning the parking lot is just starting to fill up and to your horror, but not surprise, there are a number of people walking to the same entrance as you.  You brace yourself for the laughter and ridicule.  But it doesn't come.  You raise your head a bit and see that there is no crowd flocking to mock you.  In reality, many are simply ignoring you.  Those that do look over are almost entirely female, and of them, none are looking with disapproval.  Some are glancing your way briefly, while others are smiling at you with no bemusement at all.  One girl, a cute brunette looking to be high-school age, even catches your eye and gives a small, fervent wave before disappearing in the door.
	This is... unexpected.  Maybe Harvey wasn't pulling your leg.  Maybe this world really didn't give a second look at your situation. Maybe here it was... natural?  It was one thing to be told it and see your friends being okay with it.  It was another to watch the world not care.  Weird.  Good for your ego, but still weird.
	“Khols will have a GB section,” Crystal notes, “Let's start there.”
	“GB?” you ask.
	“Going Back,” Sam pipes up, giving you a look like it should be obvious.  You roll your eyes at this.  The three of you walk into the store and are directed to a back corner.  From a distance, it looks to be a normal section for baby clothing and accessories, but as you get closer, you notice the clothes are oversized and the mannequins in the section are full sized and many of them are clearly sporting diapers under the garments they are wearing.  Racks are filled with items ranging from normal looking khakis and jeans, albeit let out in the rear to fit a nappy, to adult scaled onsies and toddler gear.  Next to the clothes is are sets of pacifiers, mittens and booties, and any number of juvenile toys enlarged to adult proportions.  Finally, a whole part of the department is dedicated to a variety of diapers running the gambit from plain white, to childishly decorated nappies of all colors and cartoon endorsements. The faint perfume of baby powder hangs over the entire section.
	“I'm in hell,” you mutter under your breath.
	“Hi there!” an excited voice calls to the three of you as you step into the department.  You turn to see a cheerfully smiling woman in the uniform of the store hurrying over.  The young Asian has her hair back in a bun and is just under you in height.  Her uniform is immaculate and her name badge says Lan as it bounces on her humble but perky chest.
	“My name is Lan,” hey, you were psychic, “how can I help you today?”
	Crystal returns the friendly nature and says, “Well, our friend here said he is looking for some new clothes and I tagged along to help.”  You cock an eyebrow at that.  Of all the interpretations of the situation... that was one of them.
	Lan's eyes shoot to you and the curls hanging from the bun bounce as she turns her head, “I see.  And how long has he been going back?”
	“Just two days now,” Crystal says, her chest puffing out a bit, “But he's doing quite well.”  You're not a big fan of being spoken about like you aren't there.
	You step forward and offer your hand, “Hi, my name's Anonymous.  I'm looking to get some new pants, mostly jeans, but some khakis for formal wear.”  Lan gives your hand a slightly confused look, but doesn't loose her smile.
	She shakes it daintily and replies, “Of course sir, right this way.”
	You follow, but here Crystal say softly, “Anonymous, do you suppose you could try on a few more things than pants?  I'd like to know your sizes.”  You turn to say no, but you catch Crystal giving her best puppy dog eyes.  Damn. This really did mean something to her.  You do like her.  Hell, it's definitely more than that.  Well, if this made the blonde happy, you'd do it for her, just this once.  It wouldn't be lasting forever anyway.  But you weren't walking out of here in a bloody onsie.
	You nod, and Crystal's face lights up like a firework.  She rushes ahead to your guide and starts talking animatedly about what would look good on you.  You feel a gentle punch on your shoulder and look to see Sam giving you a sympathetic look.  She mouths a 'Thank You' and you shrug.  You just needed to get this over with.
	As you shop, Crystal flits about from rack to rack, seizing whatever outfit strikes her fancy.  She grabs one pair of pants or shirt, rushes over to you to drape them over your body, and asks if you like them.  You manage to wave her off of the most embarrassing options, mostly the pink ones, but a few overly cute pajama bottoms end up mixing with a few shirts with slogans like 'Ask me if I need a change' on the pile.  You'd have to filter those in the changing room.  The whole time, Lan is right in step behind her, offering advice on what would be the most comfortable or what was on sale, but always quick to advise on what would make you look the most adorable.  You notice her eyes keep glancing back to you, often down to your diapered bottom.  While she talks normally to Sam and Crystal, when she does talk to you, she borders on patronizing with words like 'Sweetie' and 'Cutie'.
	You're beginning to dislike her and when you meet eyes with Sam, you snicker as she makes a wanking motion and sticks her tongue out at Lan's back.  Throughout the whole ordeal, Sam is there to give you a roguish smile, or a blue joke whispered in your ear.  It's like you're both back in high-school and you're helping each other put up with one of Crystal's shopping spree's again.  Finally, you are lead to a fitting room and left with a pile of clothes to try on.  You begrudgingly slip on each garment and walk back out to the group as Crystal practically coos at the more childish ones.  The blonde keeps running fingers along your waste or neck to check the fit before hmming and tsking and deciding if you need a different size.
	After an hour, you are seriously loosing your patience.  Even your bladder is complaining, now fit to pop.  You wonder if you can finagle your way to the bathroom, but an idea hits you.  As much as you don't like it, you're probably not getting to a bathroom alone, but you CAN get a break from this nightmare.  If you wet yourself, they'd have to change you, which means no more of this nonsense, at least for a little while.  Still, could you just wet your diaper like that?  Its not something you want to make a habit of after all.  Then again, over the coming days, would you have a choice?  As you watch Crystal give a wistful glance at a footie onsie, you decide you don't really care at this point.  Going back into the changing room, you close the door and stand still.  You feel the pressure in your lower stomach and do your best to relax.  No biggie. You're just pissing yourself.  In public.  You've got this.  You're thinking about this too hard.  You try to remember the Yoga classes Crystal drug you and Sam to.  Breathe deep, let your muscles relax, and let your mind wander.  That was the trick right?  You let your mind wander as you take a deep breath.  Like in the class, it promptly wanders down the lane and takes a left at watching Sam's tight bum in her yoga pants.  Now that class had been worth the soreness.
	You give a mischievous grin at the thought and realize you hear a soft sound of running water.  You also notice your nethers getting warm.  You look down and feel the warmth spread over your skin.  Two days ago, you might have expected a soaked, itchy feeling, but the diaper quickly sops up most of the liquid, leaving you with only the warmth to slowly envelope you below the waste.  You keep going and you begin to feel the shift in wait away from your center of balance.  You're beginning to worry that at this rate you will leak, but as the front fills, you feel the excess being channeled backwards, and your cheeks begin to feel warm as the back of your diaper pushes out.  Finally, your bladder is empty and you get ready to tell the girls. You stop however.  This is the first privacy you've had in days.  Maybe you could at least, you don't know, see if you leaked before they do.  You slide the jeans you were trying on down to your ankles and look at yourself in the mirror.  The diaper is definitely wet.  The nappy bulges at the front and back from your urine, and the pink is slightly darker.  You turn around to see your bottom sagging a bit, the smooth diaper now dimpled from soaking up your mess.  Despite the soak, you'd wager you could probably go again and this thing would just sop that up too.  You wonder briefly how large it could get before noticing your face.  Clean shaven and red cheeked, you look oddly... childish?  You scan your features and are forced to admit that you might understand some of the 'cute' comments you keep getting, especially with your now soiled diaper hanging from your thin waste.  You try not to think too much on it and refuse to even consider it might be a bit natural looking.  You pull your plastic pants on and unlatch the door.  You lean your head out the door and softly clear your throat. The trio turns to look at you.  Time to put that semester in drama class to use.
	With the most innocent voice you can muster, you say, “I-uh-I think I need a change.”
	It apparently works as Crystal looks away from the rack of onsies and says, “Of course dear.  Sam, would you like to change him, or should I?”
	Sam seems to catch your plan and makes to agree when Lan jumps in, “Oh! We offer a free changing service.  We have a full setup and everything.  You can continue to shop while I take care of the little guy!”  The hostess practically bounces at the idea while Sam gives her a dirty look.
	“Well,” Crystal says, her eyes drifting back to the rack, “That would be nice, but he might prefer someone he trusts...”
	“Don't worry,” Lan insists, “I'll take good care of him.  I'm trained to do this because of my section.  I take my duties super serious mam.”  She nods hard enough to make you worried for her spine.  There's no way the girls are letting this ditz change you... is there?

Is there?
A.) Sam changes you.
B.) Lan changes you.
C.) Crystal changes you.
D.) A combination of any.
E.) Bonus round, what goes right?  And wrong?  And hilarious?

You are not letting that hyper saleswoman touch you, and apparently Sam has the same thought.
“Well that's nice,” the redhead shoots back, “but the midget's with me.”  Sam takes strides toward you and grabs your hand before nearly dragging you out of the dressing room.
	Lan follows quickly after you, “Miss? The changing room is just down the right side of the store.”
	“Thanks,” Sam replies tersely.
	“And I am here for any help you need with him.  They can be fussy in their first few days,” she adds, “You're obviously new so I would be happy to-”  Sam spins around at the comment and glares daggers at the woman.  The redhead bristles as Lan just continues to give her a patronizing smile.
	“What I mean is,” the saleswoman tries to backpedal, “he might feel better with a professional.”
	You can feel Sam about to spout her response, but she doesn't get the chance.  The idea that this woman would talk down to your friend like that has tested even your temper.
	“Thank you mam,” you spit, no actual respect in your voice “But I want Sam to be the one who changes me.  I can assure you she knows exactly how to treat me.”  Without thinking, you then step to her side and wrap your arms around Sam's stomach before leaning your head against her.  The redhead looks down in something akin to shock before gently wrapping her arm around you and pulling you tighter.
	“You may go now,” you note before Sam can add a four letter addendum to your statement.  Lan just stares for a moment before deflating like a balloon and giving a half hearted smile.  She points the changing room out again and goes back towards her section.
	“You really like me changing you Nonny?” Sam asks in a soft voice, less confidant than her normal tone.  Your statement finally sinks in and you find yourself now shifting awkwardly under her arm.  You were always awkward with women, but Sam's look made you outright bashful.
	“I-I like you Sam,” you mutter into her shoulder, “And yeah, you don't suck at changing me.”
	You feel rather than see Sam's grin before she lets you go and takes you by the hand, “Come on then.  Lets get some practice.”  You find the changing room where it was supposed to be and step inside.  You'd been in plenty of public bathrooms before, but this wasn't one of them.  Cleaner than most doctor's offices, the pleasantly cream room held a large changing table in the middle.  Next to it were a set of vending machines designed to dispense powder, lotion, and diapers.  The floor was a tan, shallow carpet and the wall was decorated with the soft shapes of cartoon farm animals.  A soft sing-along is playing in the background.  You and Sam exchange a look of incredulity at the cuter parts of the room and you walk over to the table.  Your diaper is still wet and you'd like a change now.  Might as well not stall it.  Sam follows and helps you onto the table.  You kick off your shoes and lean back. You feel a sharp poke in your back.
	You startle and lean forward, “What was that?”  Sam reaches behind you and pulls up a strap.  There are restraints on this table.
	“It says 'To keep your precious little one safe, please keep them secured when on the table',” Sam reads the tag on what you see is a cuff.  The buckle on it was what poked you.
	You scoff at the message and lean back, brushing the restraint out of the way, “They think I'm going to fall?”
	Sam shrugs, “Maybe it's a lawsuit thing.  Shall we?”
	“Don't hurry too much,” you joke, “I'm in no hurry to get back to shopping.”
	“Tell me about it,” Sam snickers while she pulls down your plastic pants.  You lift your bottom to help without thinking about it.  As she gets them past you ankles, she pauses.  You look down when you feel her hands on your foot.  You don't know what she's doing until you feel the cloth on your ankle.  With a click, Sam steps back and you see the cuff holding your leg.
	“Sam, what are you doing?” you ask, a bit perturbed.
	“Keeping my precious little one safe Nonny,” She smirks back, “Now give the other foot here.”  You naturally jerk your foot back.  Sam snatches at it while you try to dance around her hands.  You both end up laughing at the antics, but the redhead manages to take advantage of yours and secures your other foot.
	“Alright little guy, give me your hand,” Sam says, creeping back up to your torso.  You immediately do what you can to keep out of... arm's reach.  The redhead struggles with trying to catch your arm and eventually gets a devious look on her face.
	Curling her fingers like claws, she announces, “You're being very naughty Nonny.  You asked for it!” Her hands shoot forward onto your stomach and she begins to tickle you mercilessly.  Immediately, you begin to giggle uncontrollably and your hands shoot to your stomach to make her stop.  The redhead snatches one hand securely shackles it.  She tightens the strap and your arms is yanked above your head.  With one arm left, she has little trouble holding it down and fitting the cuff around the cast.  And then you are done, tied at the feet and hands, helpless in front of the young punk.
	Sam's eyes light up like a child with a new toy when she looks at you, and you're worried her head fill open up if she grins any wider.  Slowly, and with great pantomime, she raises her fingers again.
	“Sam, don't you dare-” but before you can finish, she's back to tickling you.  With no way to stop her, you can only thrash against the restraints and laugh.  Her fingers dance over your stomach, armpits, and soles of your feet.  Your friend gives no quarter as you giggle until your sides hurt.  You're too distracted by the torture to even notice the familiar pressure in your bladder.  By the time you notice, you've let out an embarrassing toot into your diaper.  Sam stops to look at you, and you suddenly aren't laughing any more.  Your face goes crimson, but you can't look away.
	“Oh no you don't Nonny,” Sam says, inching her fingers back to your stomach, “No getting freaked out again.  Auntie Sam's gonna make sure of that!” the torment starts anew as she works your sore abs for fresh laughs. Despite yourself, you twitch and giggle at the treatment.  Through no choice of your own, your stomach contracts and you feel the inevitable happening again.  As your friend keeps working over your weak points, you feel your bowls begin to empty into the diaper.  You try to stop, but with the straps around your limbs and the tickling across your body, you have no control any more.  Sam keeps going for a few minutes until she is sure you've completely filled your diaper.  As she finally pulls away, you have tears in your eyes, likely from more than the tickling.
	Sam reaches up and cups your cheek, “Shhh shhh shhh Nonny.  I had to do that.  I'm sorry, but you needed that.”  Despite yourself, you lean into the hand, sniffling at your situation.
	“Now,” Sam says, looking down at your now bulging diaper, “Let's – uh -  let's get started.”  She reaches for the tapes and slowly breaks each seal.  Pulling the diaper back, the redhead immediately leans back and waves her hand in front of her face.
	“Whew, that's a stinky baby,” she sputters.  You're shame leaps up into your chest and you try to look away.  Sam was trying to keep up her bravado, but you could see her own nerves at having to do this.
	“It's cool,” Sam mumbles, “I can do this. Crystal just makes it sound like a sinch.”
	You are about to offer to do it yourself when a voice says, “Not so easy is it?”  Both of your heads turn to see none but your own mother stepping into the room, a patient smile on her face.
	“Mom?”
	“Ms. Doe?”
	“Sorry deary,” your mother offers as she closes and locks the door behind her, “But when I heard my little Anonymous' voice making such a cute little raucous for that idiot of a sales clerk, I had to investigate.  Good thing too.  Little twerp was trying to spy on the two of you.”
	“She what?” Sam snaps, anger in her eyes.
	“First tip Samantha, always lock the door,” Mom replies, “Second, try to have the new diaper and wipes set out before you open a diaper, especially a poopy one.”  You cringe at the words and sink into the changing table.  Your mother notices and steps over.
	Running her fingers through your hair, she coos, “Oh don't worry sweetie.  This happens. It's why we buy the thick diapers.  You're going to be all clean in a moment.”
	She turns to Samantha and in a mock conspiratorial voice says, “Little tip, these rooms tend to have a fan just above the bed, and air freshener to help with the smell.”  Sam's face gets red at her mistakes.  She finds a switch on the table and flips it.  A soft breeze starts above you as a fan begins to pull the scent of your diaper away.  It takes a quarter to activate the air freshener dispenser and a much more pleasant scent of lilac begins to fill the room.  Sam picks the changing bag up and sets it at your feet before unloading another bright pink diaper along with a pad and changing items.  Your mother eyes the nappy and gives you a happy smile.  You try not to sink into the table itself.
	“Alright Samantha,” your mother continues, “Just do as I say, alright?”
	“Yes ma'am,” your friend complies, no longer trying to be in charge.
	“Just try to get him to relax a bit.  Talk him through it.”
	Sam looks back to you and clears her throat, “Alright Nonny, tell me what you need.”
	“W-what?” you ask.
	“Communicate with her son,” Mom adds, “You need to let people know when you need help with your diaper.”
	Your eyes go from your mother to Sam and you mumble out, “I... need you to change me.  I- um -used my diaper.”  The words sting coming out of your mouth, but you manage them.  Your mother just gives you a calming smile and rubs your head gently.
	“Alright,” Sam says with a little more confidence, “I'll get you a nice new one, okay?”  You nod an Sam pulls the diaper open.  She doesn't balk this time and sets the dirty thing aside.  Your mess is caustic and sticks to your skin, but Sam is quick to take wipes to your irritated bottom.  Your mother leans down and gives her advice as she goes.
	As Sam works, she gives more gentle teasings, “Not so bad is it little guy?  You really let me have it huh?  That new diaper looks good about now, doesn't it?”  You find yourself not flinching as much at the words.  Your mother is taking the time to keep eye contact with you and her smiling face and kind hands make the whole process a lot more soothing.  Soon, your whole bum is freshly cleaned and the last moisture of the wipes feels cool in the open air.
	“Now be thorough with the lotion dear,” your mom continues to advise, “It really helps to relax him.”
	“It sure does,” Sam lets out as her hand rubs the cream into your privates.  Your mother gives her a look and the redhead clams up.  You don't meet her eyes when your mom looks to you for an answer.
	As Sam rubs the lotion into your bottom, your mother reminds her to check your rear entrance.  You want desperately for Mom to look away as Sam slips her finger into you, but to no avail. She even sees it clearly when your manhood jumps at the treatment.  You attempt a fatal blush, but your shaft fails to care and continues to rise.
	“Oh my,” she notes, even her face going slightly red, “Well.  That's natural I suppose.”  She looks around awkwardly and reaches for the diaper bag.
	“You know, he may need an extra pad, why don't I,” but she stops, looking down into the bag.
	“Samantha,” she says, embarrassment finally making its way into her voice, “What is this?”

Well, what is it?
A.)  A toy?
B.) One of Crystal's... mangas
C.) A gag of some kind
D.) Get creative.

A/B-D).  You and Sam turn to see her lifting a book out of her bag.  The print is black and white, and you can't make our the title.  Sam seems to recognize it though as her eyes go wide.
	“Lace, Leather, and Love: Lets Go!” Your mother reads the title out loud and you realize the nature of the novel.
	“Oh, heh, you might not want to look at that Ms. Doe,” Sam smiles sheepishly, reaching for the book.  However, your mom opens it anyway, angling the cover to you for the first time.  A young man and woman stare lovingly into each other's eyes on the cover.  It would be mostly harmless were it not for the fact that the man was clearly wearing a set of restraints wrapped around his body along with a collar locked onto his neck.  The leash led to the woman's hand where she gripped it tightly.
	Your mother takes one look at the contents and her eyes widen, “Well, I didn't know they made those...”
	“It's not mine,” Sam insists.
	Your mother looks up with reddening cheeks and puts on a smile, “Oh its fine sweetie.  After all, you are a young woman and it's a modern age.”
	“No seriously!” the redhead argues, her face beginning to match her hair, “It belongs to Crystal. It's her bag!”  Sam points to the monogrammed letters for Crystal's name and your mother realizes she isn't lying.
	“Hmmm,” Mom ponders as her eyes drift back to the pages, “I suppose it's not that surprising.”
	“Oh, good,” Sam says before snapping her eyes back up, “Wait, what?”
	Your mother gives a sly grin, “Get a few more years of experience and you'll realize it's pretty obvious dearie.  Crystal's got a lot pent up and waiting to get out.”
	The pleasantly plump woman's eyes shift back to you, “Why, if she knew he was like this right now...” She suppresses a chuckle.
	Sam's gaze is on your restraints too now, “Yeah, it is pretty tempting.”  You squirm under their looks and feel acutely helpless.
	Your mother gives the redhead a subtle smirk, “I knew it.”
	“Knew what?” you both parrot back.
	“You two finally got together!” Mom answers.
	“What!?” you and Sam sputter.
	With a grin to rival the Cheshire cat, your mom continues, “Oh don't deny it.  I knew you'd make a move Samantha.  It's about time too.  Honestly.  He wasn't going to do it himself dear.”
	Sam can't stop blushing and finds your mother's feet fascinating.  You'd never seen the girl actually bashful before.  It looked very odd.
	“We just kind of, you know,” she manages.
	“Oh don't mind me Sam,” Mom replies, “You and Crystal are the best things that ever happened to him.  Poor Crystal though.”
	You and Sam exchange a look and clam up.  Your mother is a bit more perceptive than that though.
	“Oh, don't tell me...” she says before barking out a laugh, “Haha, that must have been one heck of a night.  Good for you son!”  She playfully swats your stomach and your abs twitch at the touch.
	Whelp, you're being congratulated by your mother while half naked and strapped to a bed.  That about wraps the day up.  And its barely past noon.  This universe is fucking weird.
	“Ummm,” you finally pipe up, “I think sharing time can wait until I'm not in the nude.”
	“Ah, of course, Samantha?” your mother motions to her.  Sam slides the new diaper under your bum and begins to awkwardly position it.  Her hand brushes your manhood and she looks to see if your mother noticed.  Mom however, is putting the wipes back with one hand while propping the manga open with another.  Her eyes scan the pages and a goofy grin fights to appear on her face.
	Sam looks back to you and she rests her hand on your shaft.  You shake your head no in desperate pantomime.  She just smirks and gently slides her hand up and down, stealing glances at your mother.  What is she doing?  You try to swat her hands away, but the cuffs hold your wrists tight.  You can't move to stop her.  Your manhood is completely under her control.  She knows it too as she gently squeezes the head before giving another stroke.  You tense against your bindings, and your shaft twitches as you struggle.  It only severs to rub yourself against her mischievous hand.  All at once though, Sam stops.  Still grinning to shame the cat, she reaches down and begins to fold the diaper forward, folding your member against your stomach.  All that to tease you.  You'd strangle her is you could move your arms.
	“Well, now she is daring,” Sam jumps and you both look to your mother.  Mom is lifting her hand out of the bag and in it dangles a small plastic capsule with a cord leading from it to a matching plastic battery pack.  What looks like a remote is clipped to the cord.
	“Damn,” Sam comments, “Never knew Crystal had it in her.”
	“You know how she likes to be prepared,” Mom chortles as she looks at the small vibrator.
	With another glance at the manga, your mother adds, “Oh, so both of them get to use it.  Interesting.”  Sam looks at the manga as well and her eyes widen.  She then looks up at you with renewed interest.  You don't like that look.
	“So, about that diaper,” you try to guide her back to the task at hand. Sam isn't biting and plucks the vibrating egg from your mother's hand.
	“Not so fast Nonny,” she fingers the toy as she leans over you, “Why not... see what the big deal is?” You don't see the wink she'd given to your mother a moment ago.
	“Heh, heh, no. That's fine,” you stutter, “I'll just take the nappy.  Extra powder please!  Mom?”
	The matron gives you an innocent look, “Anonymous, you know you should try new things.  I raised you better than that.”
	“Yeah,” Sam picks up the line, “Let's experiment.  For Science!”  She yanks back your diaper, and your johnson leaps to attention, apparently eager to learn.
	The redhead reaches forward and gently runs her fingertips over you.  Then you feel the cold plastic being pressed against shaft.
	“Sam, don't” you try to warn her.
	“Hey, don't worry,” Sam replies, winking at you now, “just reach down and stop me.”
	“Y-You know I can't,” you snap back.
	The punkish young woman pauses, looking confused, “Oh, yeah, you can't!”  She presses a button and the egg vibrates to life.  You jump at the feeling and suppress a moan.  Sam just chuckles and rolls the toy up and down your shaft before shifting to your scrotum.  She turns the speed up and you do finally fail to suppress your voice.  You try to shift away, but there is nowhere to go.  You look up to see your mother's eyes glued to your nethers.  You look away embarrassed and don't notice as she bites her lip.
	Sam pulls the lotion back out and dribbles it onto the toy.  She then sends the toy south in lazy circles of movement, playing up its final destination.  Despite yourself, you can feel your back door tightening in anticipation.  The egg settles at your rectum and you feel Sam's fingers press ever so slightly against it.  The vibration is unlike anything you've felt and you give her your most pleading look to stop.  The redhead looks ready yo shove it inside when the pressure ceases and the toy is turned off.
	Sam pats you on the stomach, “Sorry Nonny, just screwin' with ya.”  Sam chuckles and your mother joins in.  You fail to see the joke.
	“Can one of you please just-” the knock at the door makes you all jump.
	“Samantha?  Are you and Anonymous finished?” Crystal's voice comes muffled through the door.
	“J-just a second!” Sam snaps.  Your mother waves to Sam to continue and walks to the door.  She cracks it open.
	“Ms. Doe?  I didn’t know you were in there.”
	“Yes,” your mother placates, “I was in the neighborhood and ran into them. I thought I would help.”
	“Oh thank you...” the two make chitchat while Sam hurries to dispose of the dirty diaper and repack the bag.  She gets back to you and begins to close your diaper.  She then stops and notices the egg still down there, nestled against your rear entrance.  Your eyes meet and she gives you the fiercest grin.  You shake your head in a plea for mercy, but the redhead reaches down and pushes, easing the egg into your bottom.  You feel it pop past your sphincter and settle there.  You bite your cheek to keep from moaning and Sam finally closes your diaper, leading the battery back out one of your legs.  She then undoes your ankle restraints and slides your plastic pants back up, hiding the rest of the toy in the seat of them.  The redhead reaches up and begins to undo your wrists, but as she does, she catches your mouth in a kiss.  Working the buckles open with her fingers, Sam wrestles her tongue with yours, the two of you having a brief, carnal moment.  You feel your hands finally coming free and your girlfriend pulls away, her lips wet and a lovely shade of red.  'Later' she mouths at you as she pulls you to your feet.  Once again waddling, you follow her to the door, the redhead grabbing the diaper bag on her way out.  You don't notice her pocketing the remote.
	“So, what next?” she barks as you two step out.
	What is next?
	A.) Lunch with the girls?
	B.) More shopping?
	C.) Go to meet your boss?
	D.) Your own mischef
	E.) Futa cock out of nowhere! (this will not be an accepted answer)

	A.) Your now empty stomach growls at the thought of lunch and the girls look at you before laughing softly.
	“Food court it is,” Sam announces and the four of you make your way there, your wide legged stride barely managing to keep up.  The diaper mixed with the vibrator Sam had left inside you combine to give you an awkward gait.  Crystal also lags a bit, weighed down by the large collection of bags from the store.  Luckily, your mother had been generous enough to loan her credit card and the fiscal loss hadn't been too great.  The four of you each pick a favored restaurant, Sam goes for a burger, your Mother a gyro, and you and Crystal end up in line for pizza. You pick a slice of meat lover's while Crystal somehow finds a salad on the menu.  Crystal orders for you when you reach the counter and leads you to a booth towards a back wall of the mall.  You end up sitting across from Sam with your mother on your right.  The four of you eat and chit chat.  Your mother gives a small clap when Crystal pulls out her camera to show her the pictures she had taken of you while you were trying on clothes.  The two coo over the more cutesie outfits, and you try to ignore them.
	Looking around the food court, you notice a number of women giving you looks.  You wonder briefly if they are shocked by your appearance, but none of them have scorn in their eyes.  Oddly, much like the parking lot, they mostly seem to approve if they care at all.  You even meet eyes with a few and are greeted with a smile or a small wave.  One woman even gives what you swear is a flirtatious look. You try to process the last one when you feel a gentle touch on your leg.  You nearly jump, but manage to not react.  The touch plays at your shin before tracing a lackadaisical pattern up your leg.  You turn to see Sam giving you a sultry look as she continues to play footsy with you.
	You don't push her away.  Instead you slip your foot from your shoe and return the favor with your free leg.  Two days of Sam's flirting seem to have taken a tole on you as you advance your foot up her deliciously long legs, her skin smooth as silk.  She gives you a subtle lift of the eyebrow and her foot shifts up to tickle your thigh.  You decide to match her and tickle your toes just inside her skirt, enjoying the increase in her breath's pace.  You two continue your one-ups-manship until instead of advancing, Sam takes careful hold of your ankle and slowly pulls your foot forwards.  Your toes now press against her panties, and your face goes crimson when your feel wetness.  You find yourself breathing quickly and struggle for a retort, but you find yourself freezing up when you remember you are in public. Sam had won this game of chicken.  You pull your foot back and try to shift away from her leg, but she just pushed her foot forward to rest on the front of your diaper.  You feel it as she puts pressure on your hardening manhood.  You try to stifle your reaction but notice the redhead lifting up a clenched hand.  She uncurls two fingers to show the small remote in her grasp.  Nonono.  You try your best puppy dog eyes.  You even mouth a desperate 'Please', but Sam shakes her head.
	“You loose,” is her silent reply.  And she pushes a button.  Before, you had to admit, you'd enjoyed Sam's back door fun.  It was a new feeling you were getting to enjoy.  But what you felt now was different.  The fullness was still there, as the egg sat just inside your rectum, but the vibration that sprung to life inside you was entirely alien to the pleasure it had given you on the outside.  It, however, was definitely still pleasure.  The egg pulsed inside you and instead of the rhythmic stimulation of Sam's finger against your special spot, the toy assaulted it with a steady stream of delight just on the cusp of feeling.  Carnal white noise dances up your spine and tenses your whole body.  You must have reacted visibly as Sam is now looking like the world's happiest victor.  Her foot now sinks into your diaper, and you almost double over with pleasure.
	Sam continues to gloat silently and mimes her finger curling open and slowly descending on the remote once again.  Before she can press it, however, she quickly puts it below the table as your mother turns to the both of you.
	“Sorry sweetie, I have to go to the restroom,” she announces, “Would you mind getting up?”  Trying to calm your breathing, you nod and get shakily to your feet.  You notice that even in thick padding of the diaper, your erection is still visible, and you hunch slightly to try to hide it.
	“You know, I think I need a break too,” Sam announces, “I'll go with you.”  She gets up and pats you on the bottom as she leaves, prompting you to startle at even the slight pressure against the egg.  She leaves you behind, the toy still humming away at your prostate.  Then you see it.  Sam left the remote.  She left it sitting on the table.  You could reach for it now and stop this, but Crystal might notice.  You take  a deep breath and try to sit back down without reacting too much to placing your weight back on the toy.
	You almost go for the device when the blonde asks, “Anonymous, are you alright?  You seem distracted.”
	“Oh, um, I'm fine,” you reply, “Just, you know, letting my lunch settle.”
	The blonde rolls her eyes at you, “This is why I tell you not to eat so much meat.  It does terrible things to the stomach.  You should really consider...”  This could go on for a while.  As she drones on one of her various vegetarian rants, you try to relax and pray you can get your erection down before your mother returns.  That doesn't look to be happening soon though as the egg keeps you permanently on edge.  You stare at the remote in front of you like a glass of water in the desert.  All you have to do is reach out and take it.
	You think you're going mad when you could swear you see tiny hands reach over the far end of the table and grasp the edge.  You realize its a different kind of crazy when, with a small 'Hup!', a miniature version of the damned genie pulls herself over the edge and rolls to her feet next to Sam's plate.  You look quickly to see Crystal staring at her phone, looking up more 'facts' about the dangers of meat and totally oblivious to the tiny harem girl standing next to her; not that she would see her anyway.
	You look back to Harvey and catch her eye.  Mocking surprise, she jumps up and begins to wave at you.
	“What are you doing?!” your eyes demand, but she play's innocent, shrugging back up at you.  She then begins to skip across the table before coming to a stop by the remote.  She nearly stumbles over it and puts her hands to her cheeks in a pantomime of shock.  She points at it and looks to you as if you would have an explanation.  You only shake your head and try to wave her away.  The djinn ignores you and rubs her chin as she contemplates the device in front of her.  She then lifts her foot and places it on the off switch.  Harvey looks back up to you and you give her a hopeful look.  Then the spirit lifts her foot off and shakes her head, grinning maniacally.  She then puts her heel back down on the button meant to turn the toy up.
	'No' you mouth, 'Don't!'  She keeps giving you that toothy smile as she leans forward, putting more weight on the button.  Any second now.  You brace yourself.  But the increased feeling never comes.  You crack your eyes open and see the djinn lifting her foot off the button again, a friendly, calming smile on her face.  For a moment, your tormentor has something akin to mercy in her demeanor and you wonder if you misjudged her.
	Then the bitch kicks the remote.
	The little piece of plastic skids across the table and bumps right into Crystal's elbow.  She looks away from her phone and down to her arm.  She spots the remote.
	“Whelp, my work here is done,” a tiny voice squeaks before Harvey is gone in a puff of invisible smoke, leaving the two of you both staring at the device as it dawns on Crystal that she recognizes it.
	“Anonymous,” she forces out, fear in her voice, “Is that... what I think it is?”   She looks up and you sheepishly try to squirm back into your seat.  Bad idea.  This only pushes the egg deeper and you let out a small gasp.  This is not lost on your girlfriend.
	“And the other part,” she slowly says, the words coming out trembling, “You, er, have it.”
	Trying not to shake, you give a small nod, “Could you, maybe, turn it off now?  Please?”  The blonde takes the remote and jabs at one of the buttons.  Finally, the toy goes still and you visibly slump with relief.
	Your celebration is short-lived however as Crystal asks, “Satisfied now?  That wasn't funny.”
	“Wh-what?” you stutter, still coming down.
	The blonde just crosses her arms, her cheeks a deep crimson, “Was it Sam's idea?  Find something embarrassing and rub my nose in it?  You read the book too didn't you?”
	“Crystal, wait,” you try to catch the issue before it snowballs, “It's not like that.  Sam was just teasing me.  We didn't mean anything by it.”
	The blonde bristles at the explanation, “And you didn't think I'd consider something like, like that private? You just grabbed it and made a quick joke?”
	“No!” you sputter, getting defensive, “We just didn't think about it okay?”  The blonde gives you a smoldering look, but just huffs and looks away.  Awkward.
	You try to break the silence, “I don't think there's anything wrong with it.  Lots of people like, uh, being in charge.”
	Crystal still won't look at you as she grumbles, “It's not about being in charge.  It's about someone putting themselves in your hands, about knowing they trust you.  It's, I just think it's romantic, okay? You don't really get it, you know?”  Crystal tosses the remote back into the bag with an angry flick of the wrist.  The blonde really is bothered by this.  You hadn't meant to embarrass her.  You'd been learning a bit about embarrassment the past few days and she'd supported you through all of it.  You struggle to think of a way to fix this and your eyes roam back to the bag.  You have an idea.  It's a bad one, but it's an idea.  You get up and open the bag, fishing out the remote.  You then sit next to her and take her hand.  She finally looks at you and you put the remote back in her grasp.  You squeeze her fingers gently with the same hand.
	“You're right Crystal,” you say, keeping eye contact with her sapphire eyes, “I don't get it.  Will you teach me?  I'll trust you.”  She looks down at the remote as you let go of her hand.  She brings her other hand to her mouth and looks back at you with watery eyes.
	The blonde clears her throat, “Alright.  I accept.  But I haven't forgiven you yet.”
	You smile, “That's okay, take you ti-III-”  The egg leaps back to life and you jump at the sudden massage.  Crystal now grins and holds up the remote, her finger poised on the button.
	“Are you okay Anonymous?” she says completely innocent.
	“V-very funny Crystal,” you say, feeling your manhood pulsing back to life, “But not here.”
	“Oh sweetie,” she chides you, “Didn't you just hand me the remote?  That means I'm in control, aren't I?”
	“Well, yeah,” you admit as the toy dances inside you, “but-”
	“Then say it,” she insists, her voice an excited whisper, “say it out loud.”
	“You're,” you force the words out softly as you look for anyone watching, “You're in charge.”
	“Good boy,” she praises you and pressed the button.  The vibrations intensify for a moment before she dials it back down, “So, what does my good boy need?”  You can see eagerness in her eyes, but she's tense as well.  You're both nervous, but she seems to have committed to it.  Still, she's clearly hoping for a certain reply.
	“I-I can't seem to relax,” you mumble out.
	“Well, that is a problem,” she comments, “I think there's two options really.  You could grin and bear it,” here she turns the egg up again to make it clear the likelihood of success, “Or you can finish.  But if you could finish on low, you would have wouldn't you?”
	You are flushed with pleasure and your nethers ache for more.  You gasp for breath as you try to form words.
	“Could, could you... maybe... help me?” you ask, looking up into her eyes as you hunch over your waste.
	Crystal gives a sharp intake of breath at your request and you can see her nipples straining against her shirt, “Of course darling.  That's why I'm here.  Get onto your Aunties lap.”  She pats her legs and you slide yourself into her arms.
	She wraps you in a hug and whispers in your ear, “What a good little one, you get a treat.” The egg rev’s again and stays there.  You bite a finger and moan toward the wall.  You unconsciously reach down to your diaper.
	Crystal slaps your hand away, “Ah, ah, ah.  If baby needs something, he asks his Auntie.”
	Your eyes are getting teary at the treatment and you stutter, “Aun-Auntie.  Please help me.”
	“Help you what?” her voice drips into your ear.  You can feel her breath curling around your earlobe, “You need to tell me what you need.”
	“I...I need to finish,” you force out word by word to a delighted sigh from your partner, “I need to cum.”
	“Awww, and you think that toy will do it?” she asks, “Do you think my innocent little Anonymous can orgasm from a toy shoved up his cute little bottom?  Is that it?”
	“I-I don't-” but she cuts you off.
	“Let's find out,” and the egg is set to max.  You swear you can hear the toy whir to life as it begins to hammer your prostate.  You can't breather for a moment before sucking in air.  You tremble in her arms and Crystal lets go of you.  She then gently lifts and turns you until you are straddling her.  She looks into your blushing face, your mouth hanging open in ecstasy.  You see her face as the picture  of passion and lust.
	“Come on sweetie,” she breathes as she keeps you eye to eye, “You may cum now.  Cum for your Auntie sweetie.  I understand.  Little boys need help.”
	She leans in and licks your earlobe before letting the final words slither in, “And I love helping my little baby.”  You then feel it as her hand reaches around and jabs her fingers against your backside.  Even through the diaper, she manages to force the egg against your G-spot and you'd scream if you could take in a breath.  You explode into your nappy, your manhood jerking in helpless ecstasy.  Your body shakes along with each ejaculation and you can only tremble, near limp in her arms as you finish your almost painful release. Breath comes shakily back to you as you try to collect yourself.  The whole time, Crystal gently rubs your back and coos, a gentle guardian holding her lover.
	Your mind still swimming with endorphins, you find yourself whispering back, “I think I need a change Auntie Crystal.”
	“Me too,” she smiles and places her hands around your rump.  She manages to lift your lithe form and begins to carry you across the food court.  You don't even try to walk as your legs are currently jelly.  The blonde hums as she carries you.

Next Stop?:
A.) Go see your boss
B.) More shopping (for what?)
C.)Go back to the girl's place/Mom's house
D.) Give a suggestion.