This time you decide to what the girls, and you see Hannah playing kindly with her sister. You don’t notice anything odd so you feel safe putting Krista to bed and heaving Hannah alone. You go downstairs to make your self a meal and stall for time. Finally it’s time for Hannah to go to bed, so you walk upstairs ... and see her trying to take off her diaper ... her soggy yellow diaper. You are prepared to scold Hannah, when you see her tears. You hug her and console her. When she stops crying you kindly let her know that she will have to put on another diaper. She sniffles and says that “that’s actually okay. I’ve stolen my sister’s diapers for years. I just never told anyone.” You smile and console her some more, letting her know that you don’t judge her. You see she is on the verge of asking something, so you say “just ask. I’d I say know it will be for a good reason that I’ll explain to you.”
“Well ... would you treat me like a baby? I know it’s an odd request, but after I liked diapers I‘ve wanted to see how far I would like to go. I’d like to keep the diaper and a shirt, but no pants or bottoms of any kind. Also, would you feed me from one of Krista’s old bottles? I’ve tried a few times, but never while wearing a diaper of behind held on a lap.”
You smile, ready to agree when she adds on “oh, and while you weren’t looking, I took a laxative suppository and had about a gallon of water.”
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