“What’s with this song?” Casey asked, tilting her head to listen “Did it just say ‘fall in trance, diaper in pants?’”

“I dunno, it’s kind of groovy!” Ben said, waving his tail in the air. Suck! Suck!

“You are really into that pacifier.” Casey commented “Especially considering that you got it off some random guy for free.”

“What? You took his glow sticks.”

“Yeah, but these don’t go in my mouth.” Casey said “Besides, you’re supposed to just hold it.”

Casey took a breath and choked.

“Ben!” She said, pinching her nose

“What? Don’t blame the skunk!” Ben said

Casey crossed her arms. Ben blushed.

“Okay, fine. I couldn’t help it.”

“Are you a baby?” Casey asked, watching Ben bob up and down to the music, squeezing his glow stick. He kind of looked like one. Had he always been wearing the jean overalls? With the pacifier in his mouth she could almost imagine him wearing a diaper. Actually…

“Ben...?” She asked, staring at a suspicious bulge in between his legs.

“Diapey.” Ben nodded with a lot less worry than Casey would have liked. His tail went in the air.
Blllort!

Casey heard it. Even if she hadn’t, Ben’s face said everything. Pure relief washed across his face as he smiled and sucked on his pacifier. Suck! Suck!

“Stinky in my pants...” He smiled, moving to the beat of the song

“All right, that’s enough.” Casey said, taking Ben’s arm “We’re getting out of here.”

“No, id fun to dance!” Ben giggled, making up for his lack of coordination with dumb enthusiasm. Squish! He didn’t seem to think twice about the mushy sensation between his legs.

“Ben, no. I, um, need to use the bathroom!” Casey said

She had just meant it as an excuse to try to get her friend out of there, but Ben giggled and pointed in between Casey’s own legs.

“You do potty hewe!”

It was only then that Casey noticed that her own attire had changed. Her pants, shoes, and underwear had been replaced by a thick pull-up. The only other piece of clothing she had on was a yellow pastel t-shirt, way too short to cover her infantile undergarment.

“H-Huh? Diapey?” Casey lisped. How long had she been dancing like this? Wait, was her pull-up swollen in front? No… she’d wet without noticing?

“Godda… godda dance...” Casey’s knees bent. Hiss! She felt it happen this time but couldn’t stop it. She wet her pull-up like a helpless toddler.

“Goo goo!” Ben giggled, his tail waving in the air. Faaart!

“Poopy!” He announced

Casey blushed deep red. The problem here was that she had the potty training of a five year old. That meant she could use the toilet if she was paying attention, but dancing put way too much strain on her bladder. With each bounce, each twist, she felt her pull-up droop just a little bit lower.

“Casey?”

It was Jess. She had texted that she was coming late. Casey could feel her cheeks grow hot from sheer embarrassment.

“O-Oh! Um, dis nod bad...” She lisped

Blort!

Casey caught herself, but not before she felt a weight enter the seat of her pull-up. Now it was Jess’s turn to pinch her nose.

“Casey, I think you need something a little heavier than pull-ups.”

Casey nodded in shame. She knew Jess had seen her poop herself. She was getting put in diapers, and probably a crib too. Even now, she couldn’t stop bouncing to the music, swinging her swollen pull-up between her legs for anyone who was looking.

“I um...” She didn’t have the words to explain herself. She just said the first thing that came to her mind. She hoped Jess would understand.

“Poopy.” She announced just before blorting her pull-ups again

Faart!


Art by  catmonkshiro