It was crazy. Insane, even. Here I was, barely eighteen years old and homeless, about to be picked up by a Mommy. Honestly, I didn’t know her all that well. We had roleplayed a few times, sure, but she was a friend of a friend.
Right now, though, I didn’t care. Already the fantasies took me over as I hefted my suitcases to the exit of the shelter. Cuddling up on the couch after a long day, getting my diaper checked in the middle of gaming... getting a diaper change...
“Allysa, to the front please.” Came the voice over the intercom, snapping me out of it. “Looks like someone’s here to see you.”
There’s my ticket out of here! I struggled with all the stuff I had, but all the overencumbrance in the world couldn’t stop me as I hurried out.
She had a sensible SUV and a cool smile as I approached. My kangaroo mom! She was like, a head or two taller than me, not counting my bunny ears. “Hi!” I called out. “I’d hug you, but I currently don’t have any arms to hug you with.”
“Hello. You’re cuter in person,” she commented. She popped open the trunk and helped me load. It was hard to keep my excitement under control, to be honest. I kept on bouncing up and down, even as I hopped into shotgun and strapped myself in. Heck, I forgot about the hug!
“We’ll be stopping at a hotel,” she commented as I looked out the side window, mentally waving to the place I had called home for half a year. “I have a present waiting for you there.”
My ears perked up at the sound of presents. “Oh?” I tried to pretend I didn’t care, like the movies, but I don’t know how they do it, cause I was really really excited! So instead, I tried to keep my eyes on my phone, keeping my other friends updated. I had been waiting for so long that I had started to annoy people with my constant messages like I was some Christmas countdown. I couldn’t do it for long, though, I get carsick.
“Is it okay if I take a nap?” I asked, but already I had a pillow pressed up against the window, my eyes drooping. The day hadn’t really started, but all the excitement had worn me out. I’d have called her mom, but it seemed so different when I was right next to her.
“That’s fine,” she replied. “Rest well, we’ll be at the hotel in about eight hours.”
I woke up a little later. She was filling up gas, so I took myself out to stretch and to look her over. Her fur reminded me of the tan I used to have, only a little darker. She took a glance at me and nodded.
“Need to go to the bathroom?” She asked. That got me to blush hard. I didn’t really need to, and at the same time, I didn’t want to. It felt really awkward to say I wanted a diaper in public, so I settled for shaking my head.
“Are you sure? We still have a few hours, and I’m not stopping.”
“I- um-” I felt so small in the moment. This was what I wanted, after all, and it took all I had to look up at her. “I’m not sure...” I trailed off.
“Oh.” The gas pump thumped and she pulled the nozzle out. “I think I understand now. But please go to the bathroom, I’d rather you not make a mess of my car.”
I hurried off, and soon we reached the hotel. I was asked to stay in the car for a minute, and this time I was hopping from excitement. I had an idea of what the present could be, but of course I couldn’t be sure! Would it be diapers? A pacifier? Onesie? All of the above?
A pack of Kiddos! A size up, too. I looked to the diapers, then to her, and to the diaper bag she had in her arms. “If you want me to help change you, I was a registered nurse.”
I had never flopped onto a bed so quickly. She had been paying close attention to our chats- I basked in the lavender powder that she rubbed into my crotch after tugging my pants and boxers off. My breath caught as she lifted my bottom, sliding the diaper under me with ease. It felt so big, having been used to the grocery store diapers for so long.
And then, the deed was done. I gave it a wiggle as she adjusted the leg gathers. It crinkled loudly in the quiet room. I couldn’t believe it, I held out my arms for a hug, and she did me one better. She lifted me up and I couldn’t help it, I started to cry. Not a few tears, a full-on ugly bawl into her shoulder. To her credit, the big kangaroo didn’t say a thing. Just mutely rocked me for gosh knows how long.
I think I fell asleep in her arms. I didn’t even know her name.
I looked at myself in the mirror as we prepared to leave. There I was, my fur the bright pink my parents never wanted. In a diaper that they hated me for liking, and a Mom who was taller than me instead of the other way around. Whose first words to me was that I looked cute.
I gave her a hug as she was brushing her teeth. She rolled her eyes and patted my head with her spare paw. “You need to get something over that, you know. And brush your teeth.”
I couldn’t help but give a small whine, but I understood fully. We were going back out into public, after all.
“Where are we going to eat?” I asked on the way to the car. The bulk between my legs felt so wonderful, so... right. l
