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Black garden hat? Check.
Black gardening gloves? Check.
Blue pull-up? Well, she didn’t need a check yet for that but Rosemary did waddle out around her backyard to the various rose bushes on the side. Perhaps it was just coincidence or maybe an act of fate but either way, the dark-haired girl enjoyed her gardening, even if she was outfitted simply in black short-shorts and a black band t-shirt. Even past that outfit, her love of gardening was displayed by the partial sleeves of vines and blue rose petals down her arms, as well as a black rose on her back. Other plants were interesting too but her roses were her priority as she finally arrived at the first bush.
Squatting down in front of it, Rose brushed her long, messy hair back behind her ears to keep it out of her eyes before reaching for the fertilizer, almost too coincidental for her interests. There was a good reason she was wearing pull-ups and that was that she loved diapers. An interest from when she was a little kid and it was true how intense formative experiences could be as even in her early 20s, there was nothing she loved more than the feeling of being swaddled in a thick, cushy diaper. Not to mention how orgasmic it felt to push out a huge load of poopy into it.
Of course, that required her to have diapers but it had been months since her mother and brother were both out of the house for a prolonged time, so Rose had to resort to stealing her teenage brother’s pull-ups now and then. Raven was the one getting in trouble for them but what their mom considered a punishment was making him wear them during the day too sometimes. That just made her more and more jealous when she caught a peak of the waistband above his jeans, wishing that was her in even thicker underwear, even if her level of thickness had only been medical diapers so far.
Alas, such hope for proper adult diapers wasn’t likely to happen given that Rose barely managed to get this pull-up in the first place, hoping her brother wouldn’t get in too much trouble since their mom seemed annoyed after the last one went missing. Although he was off playing with his friends and her mom had already left for the store by the time she got up, she could sneak away one of his pull-ups and slip it on without anyone to catch her. Now, Rose was free to enjoy that light crinkle of the thinner padding but still some kind of padding, nonetheless.
No one at home also meant Rose was able to enjoy using the aforementioned pull-up, popping in her earbuds as she got to work on fertilizing more than just her roses. As her punk music started playing and she was patting the dirt around the bush, it didn’t take much effort to feel something start to poke out between her asscheeks. There was a moment of hesitation since it had been a little bit since she had done this but she did her best to relax her shoulders and let the mess start coming out of her.
Oooooh yeah, that hit the spot as she could already feel the thick load of shit pushing out into the seat of her pull-up, almost wishing she could have been in a diaper instead. Pull-ups were a little too prone to leaking for her tastes but at the very least, she still let her bladder relieve itself while she was making an even bigger mess in the rear of her underwear. More and more squishiness filled the seat of her padding and Rose couldn’t be happier, not even bothering to focus on her rose for the moment as she kept letting loose. At least, it didn’t seem like she had to pee much but she had been holding in a lot of poopiness since her mom had mentioned needing to go shopping today.
And what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her as Rose’s breathing grew heavier, now trying to push out the last vestiges of her mess as all of that poopiness squelched against her large rear. Even the littlest of movements had her oopsie squishing around in her pull-up, and only more so when she waddled her way over to the next bush. If only she didn’t have this chore to do, then maybe she would have snuck back to her room already for some personal time but her roses still had to be cared for, even if her pull-up was full of a different kind of fertilizer with how full it was. And yet, her asshole still kept trying to push out as much as it could, flexing as it sputtered out whatever else was left.
Not that there seemed to be much at this point as Rose crinkled her way over to the last bush, squatting down once again as a familiar breeze brushed her lower back. In such a position, her shirt was no doubt riding up a bit but she didn’t mind when she was enjoying herself, getting lost in her gardening and music. Nothing could ruin her good day!
Well, nothing but feeling the back of her shorts tugged out as Rose tensed up, not even bothering to look back before shooting up to full height. However, without realizing why her shorts were even tugged on in the first place, whatever she was caught on ended up making her pants herself. With her shorts pulled down now, her earbuds were yanked out and Rose found herself with her poopy pull-up on full display as she could now hear the voice of who was behind her. “Finally, you can hear me. I knew that music was going to rot your brain but it seems to have rotted your potty training too.”
Once more, Rosemary tensed up as she felt even more of a breeze with her pull-up being checked by someone, and probably the worst someone it could have been: Her mother. A beautiful woman named Anneliese with quite the curviness to her that Rose felt her own body couldn’t compare to despite her lack of humility when it came to boasting her assets. Although one asset of hers was being shown off to her mom as Rose could barely squeak out, “O-oh, mom, I, uh… I didn’t hear you get home…” Which she obviously didn’t when she had her music on and was a little too distracted by her dirty little secret.
Then again, her dirty little secret was blown wide open as a sigh escaped from her mother. “Uh-huh, and you didn’t hear me calling for you either for help with the groceries. I can now see why, and almost fitting for what I got your brother. Jeez, you really make good use of these.” Rose couldn’t help but fidget in place as her mother got a grip of the large bulge of shit in the rear of her pull-up, squishing it around a bit while the poor pottypants couldn’t think of what to say. And how could she when her mother had not only caught her in one of her brother’s pull-ups but her having soiled it too?
“But I swear, I had my music in and- Wait a second, what did you get for Raven?” She was about to try, and no doubt fail, to stutter her way out of this situation, although curiosity got the best of her. An assumption made her heart skip a beat if this was brought up because of her soiled underwear, wondering why her mother would insinuate something to do with that. Could it be?...
Either way, Rose wasn’t given much of a choice as her mother pulled her shorts all of the way to her ankles before grabbing her by the wrist. “Out of those. Now.” Something that the daughter didn’t dare disobey as she could tell how annoyed her mother was, albeit not malicious. Not that her mother ever really was but Rose almost expected her to seem more upset about catching her adult daughter in a shit-filled pull-up meant for bedwetters. Instead, she almost seemed inconvenienced, but Rose kept going as she was brought to the garage.
Thankfully, the garage door was closed since the dark-haired pants-shitter could only imagine the embarrassment of the whole neighborhood seeing her in dirty underwear. Not that she didn’t deserve such a fate if she was already caught but instead, she picked up the last grocery bag her mom didn’t grab and waddled behind her mother’s large ass swishing in front of her. Anne’s rear was actually mature while Rose couldn’t imagine her mother ever wearing a diaper, probably not even in old age either. All the while, the daughter knew that even at her age, she was still soiling her little brother’s pull-ups.
Still, the more time she remained in her poopy undies, the more nervous Rose became as she and her mother headed into the kitchen. “H-hey, like I said, I’m really sorry but can I please change already? I swear I won’t do it again, you can even ground me and ban me from Raven’s room.” She was being honest about that since she was afraid of upsetting her mother, not wanting to get into too much trouble but Rose knew she was in a pretty shitty situation with the evidence stacked against her as she followed suit with her mother getting the groceries out of the bags. Only to peel off the one bag she had carried in, paling for a moment as her heart felt like it skipped a beat again. “These… these are for Raven, right?...”
“Were for your brother, you mean.” Despite such punctuation on them not being for him, Rose could only fidget in place, shifting from foot to foot as they looked too small to be for her mother. If anything, she’d be on the upper end for fitting into them but these diapers were in her size. The pause after was as pregnant as could be as Anne just kept taking the groceries out of their bags, only for her to finally sigh. “That means you, sweetie. If you’re that desperate for a change, you’re already holding what you’ll be grounded in for a while now but otherwise, you can stay in that poopy pull-up all you like. Even when your brother gets home and asks why his big sister smells more like a big baby.”
If Rosemary wasn’t blushing so much already, then her face was as red as a rose at this point as she could feel every gulp traveling down her throat. As much as she wanted to wear diapers, this situation almost felt like a monkey’s paw as she looked over the plain white adult diapers in front of her. They weren’t even one of those brands that tried to pass pull-ups off as diapers but actual tapes with lots of absorbency, more than enough for an adult like her or Raven to end up needing. Although ogling the pampers must have been a little too obvious as Rose finally snapped out of it once her mother said, “Come on, it should be obvious I wasn’t going to cheap out on my kids. So, do you want a change or not?”
Even in her wildest fantasies, it hadn’t occurred to the goth girl that her mother would ever offer a chance like this, usually keeping her family out of her thoughts past stealing underwear from her brother. And yet, such an opportunity was right in her face as Rose looked back down at the diapers in front of her, taking a deep breath. Her shoulders tensed up but all she could do was nod to her mother with her head hung forward, both out of the bare shame of the situation and not wanting to show the blush on her face. Although she could swear that she saw a hint of a smug smile on her mother’s face.
With that, her mother retook her wrist, along with the package of diapers, before pulling her upstairs, softly humming as Rose squished along behind her. She hadn’t expected things to get this far and, at this point, she couldn’t tell if she wanted to stay embarrassed or perhaps embrace seeing how far this could go. After all, she was going back into diapers! She should be excited about that, right? Right?...
There was such a wild mix of feelings in Rose but it almost seemed like her mother was happy to be setting her up for diapers again. It wasn't like she was trying too hard to correct Raven's bedwetting issues and now, at night, she’d have two padded kids to take care of. If that’s what her mother was pushing, part of the pottypants wondered if she should try to enjoy it more as her mother pointed to her bed and simply said, “Lie down.” Despite her looks, Rose was past the point of fighting back as she waddled her way to her bed and squished down right on top of it, feeling all of that poopiness squish between her asscheeks.
As embarrassing as the situation was, it always did feel good to sit on her mess and now she was losing the fight of resisting slipping her hand inside of the pull-up. Of course, privacy was lost to her now since Rose barely managed to get her nails inside the padding before her mother cleared her voice. “Ehe, it was just a little itchy. I guess I do need that change.” How awkward…
And yet, it seemed to be enough to convince her mother, even if Anne still had her sharp comment. “It better only be that. You and your brother both, I swear it’s like this whole family has a diaper fetish…” F-fetish? I mean, there were times when she was more intimate in the pull-ups she swiped but surely she wasn't to the point of fetishism already. Or maybe she was but either way, Rose just held her hands against her bountiful chest as she relaxed against her bedsheets and let her mom’s nail tear down either side of her pull-up, making the poor girl shiver and squish just a little more in her poopiness.
That aforementioned poopiness was removed at last, her poor rear covered in shit from the size of the mess and smushing it against her butt as her mother tsk’d a few times. “I should’ve expected a mess this size but god, you’re even worse than your brother for the rare times he uses his pull-ups like this. I can only imagine how bad it’ll be when I’m changing your diapers instead…” ‘Your diapers’ or, more specifically, her diapers. Her mother’s teasing shouldn’t have been so effective but Rose couldn’t only blush and grumble at such a response, not sure what to say when she had no way to defend herself. Surely, Anne knew that too and that’s why she pushed to tease her so hard as wet wipe after wet wipe removed the ickiness from her big butt.
Not that Rose’s butt taking so long to clean up was much of a surprise but her mother was humming along before the final wipe was discarded and her pull-up was dropped in a white, plastic bag. All of her brother’s supplies were being used on her now, aside from the pack of diapers that her mother just ripped open, a whole bundle of padding in there but only one was removed for the time being. She could only wonder how many of those she would go through but either way, that diaper was quickly shoved under her lifted rear before the baby powder was applied.
If it was her mother’s goal to make her feel like an oversized infant to teach her a lesson, then Rose could tell how good of a job she was doing as she did her best not to squirm while Anne rubbed the powder across her ass and around her crotch. A little more was sprinkled onto the diaper itself before the front was pulled between her thighs, accented by a puff of leftover powder while her mom put each of the four tapes in their place. Bottom left, bottom right, top left, top right, and little adjustments afterward.
With that, Rosemary found herself taped up in an adult diaper as the leak guards were checked and the front of her diaper was given a few pats. Her breath was taken away, that was for sure, and now she could finally sit up atop her sheets in nothing but her diaper and t-shirt. The infantile underwear certainly held a strong contrast against skeletons marching across her shirt but was almost too fitting when Rose had been in a poopy pull-up before. There was little room to talk about contrast at that point but as she looked up at her expectant mother, she managed to get out a soft, “Th-thank you, mom…”
“Just mom?”
“Eh? Er…” It took the diaperbutt a few moments to consider what her mother meant before her eyes bulged for a moment and she had to take a deep breath to calm herself. “A-ah, excuse me. Thank you, m-m… mommy…”
“Good girl~ Now, do you want to stay here and explore your diaper, or do you want to earn your pants privileges back by helping me put away the rest of the groceries?”
“P-pants privileges, please.” The thought of not getting her pants back definitely did bring a blush to her face as just that confirmation was enough for her mother to start heading back downstairs. Still, Rose couldn’t help but hesitate for just a moment as she got off of her bed, feeling that thickness between her legs that she could have only dreamed of. Medical diapers were nothing compared to these and so she stole one last look back at the opened package of diapers, a prime example of how far her mother would go.
Rosemary knew she shouldn’t push things too much but if her mommy was willing to buy such good diapers for her, even if they were originally for Raven, then the padded goth girl had to wonder what she’d have to do to get a onesie to complement her new cushy underwear as she crinkled out of her room to catch up to her mother.