Leslie

Chapter 6
Part 6

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Chapter Description: The final chapter of this story... I hope you all enjoyed my first attempt here. Be on the look out for my next story, which I think will being SOON. And, as much as it seems pretty finite, I'm SURE that this isn't the last we will see of Leslie Moore. I like her too much to let her go. :D

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Leslie had just spent 3 months as a six year old, and THIS moment was much more surreal than any of that had been.

Megan was propping herself up on the sofa’s armrest and pulling her feet out of her pant legs. Leslie was shocked (but at the same time not surprised at all) to see light yellow rubber pants with a cartoonish blue flower on the back of them. As soon as Megan’s pants were off, she pulled down the rubber guard; Leslie went weak at the knees from hearing them flopping back and forth as they were slid down Megan’s soft, milky white legs, and then almost totally limp when she saw her friend in an obviously soaked diaper.

Megan turned around, “Hey, can you change me? I’ve got to get out of here right now to meet Josh. We’re going to the movies tonight, and I don’t wanna show up-”

“In a diaper?” Leslie interrupted.

“..... No? I don’t wanna show up already wet. It probably wouldn’t be smart to go out without my diapers on. That’s typically not a good move for people who just couldn’t be potty trained.” Megan continued, eyeing Leslie suspiciously once again.

“Never potty trained?” Leslie was sort of confused now.

Actually, she was very confused.

“Yeah. This isn’t new, Leslie. Unlike you, Miss On-again-off-again-bedwetter, I’ve been in diapers for 20 years. You know. The WHOLE time you’ve known me? What the crap is wrong with you, Les?”

“No.. Nothing... Sorry, I’m just tired. Haven’t slept well lately... School stress. And those clammy Goodnites, yknow?”

Megan laughed sarcastically, “Oh no, whatever would a clammy diaper feel like?” At this, she squeezed her groin, and a small trickle of urine ran down her leg, “Now will you get this done, or what?” And with that, Megan sat down and laid back, her legs spread towards Leslie.

She doesn’t remember, Leslie thought, It’s like nothing ever happened. Whatever she did in the past, it didn’t affect her like it did me... It totally rewrote her history. I could remember what I used to be like; Megan has just ALWAYS been in diapers... That is so strange.

Leslie was snapped back to reality by Megan.

“Dammit, Leslie, HURRY. Diaper. Now.” Leslie reached over to Megan’s purse (a glorified diaper bag) and brought forth a Pampers Cruiser. She looked back at Megan then sighed deeply.

She undid the right tape first, then the left. The front of the diaper hung loosely over her friend now, driving Leslie’s sex drive (and now envy) crazy... She pulled it back,exposing her friends dainty shaven private parts, but Leslie was staring at her the diaper, heavy and stained dark yellow. Megan raised her butt and Leslie slid the used one out from under her. She unfolded the new one and slid it in the opposite direction of the last diaper, then tapped Megan’s pelvis lightly to signal her to lower herself. Once her friend was laying in the diaper, Leslie took the front and pressed it down against Megan’s area, taping it in place tight and snuggly. The deed was done.

Megan jumped up, beaming “Man, Leslie, nobody can change my diapers like you can! Haha” She pulled her rubber pants on, then her jeans, then shouldered her diaper bag.

All the while, Leslie sat there silently, the open used diaper next to her.

“Well, I’m off. I’ll text you later, okay babe?” Megan said with a wink, walking towards the door.

“Yeah, sure,” Leslie droned lifelessly.

Right right,” Megan opened the door, “See ya!” The door shut and Megan was gone.

The moment the door shut, Leslie jumped up and lunged for the lock, used diaper in hand. She rammed the bolt with force, then darted for the bathroom.

She knew what might happen.

She knew what would happen.

She was completely aware of the fact that her reality was totally unbalanced, unpredictable, and unsafe.

But after changing Megan’s diaper, Leslie didn’t care anymore.

She WANTED to wear diapers!

She darted into the bathroom, tearing her pants down. She tore her panties in the process but she didn’t care. She wanted this. She NEEDED this! And it was happening NOW! As the pants came off and she viciously tore off the now half removed underwear, she could feel it coming. She forced the used diaper under herself, pushing it up against her vagina as she started to retape the sides; as she got the second tape fastened, she could feel the urine streaming out of her.

This wasn’t a surprise or and accident; she was making this happen.

The already full diaper swelled even more, and thin streams of pee escaped the white garment, running down her leg and absorbing into the pants at her ankles. She was in heaven, a feeling unlike any other she had ever experienced, like 10 orgasms at once... She had wanted this for so long, but just didn’t want to admit it.

Then she pushed more.

And more.

And more.

And Leslie Moore fulfilled her darkest wish. A feeling of immense sexual gratification as she felt her bottom smeared by warm feces; sounds and smells that should offend lent themselves to her arousal, as she pushed all the contents of her bowels into her soiled underwear. She cried with ecstasy as one hand pushed on her crotch, forcing urine down her legs and to the floor, and the other grabbed the back of the diaper, moving it and smearing the contents against her tender backside.

Leslie Moore wanted to live her life like this.

Leslie was 2 again, and her mother stood over her, comforting the small girl who sat on her knees before her, the back of her new big girl panties sagging, and the front of them giving away the place where the puddle below her came from.

Leslie was 6, laying in her bed, being berated by mommy for letting this happen, the stain below her growing cold and the stains behind her growing dry and hard.

Leslie was 12, sitting in her middle school locker-room, surrounded by girls laughing and pointing, being helped to her feet by a Megan with a conspicuously puffy pelvic region; Leslie’s gym shorts ruined, soaked on the front, and sticky and acrid on her backside, the nastiness running down the back of her legs.

Leslie was 17, on stage at her school play, her wastes spilled and fallen on the floor of the set, bawling her eyes out, but secretly enjoying it all the while.

Leslie was 21, standing in her apartment bathroom, crying in sheer pleasure, holding her extremely soiled diaper tightly to her skin.

This is what I want, she thought hazily, this is whabaabaa goo boo goo....

Leslie snapped to attention at that last part. She was staring up at ceiling now. Her limbs were numb, but she could still feel them moving. Everything was suddenly very alien and scary. She tried to stand, but couldn’t seem to excite a real reaction from her own body.

She heard a noise, and looked to the side. She was immediately met by large bars, running all up and down her side; behind them, her mother and Megan were entering the room.

“How is she doing, Ms. Moore?” Megan asked; Leslie could tell by Megan’s toddle that she was still diapered.

“She’s doing fine, Megan! In fact, she’s almost able to talk now. I’m so proud of my big Lessie, yes I am!” her mother was peering down at Leslie happily.

Leslie began to freak out on the inside.

Oh god no... No! What is this?! I’m a baby? I’m a frikkin baby?! I wanted to be a big girl in diapers like Megan! I didn’t want to shrink like this!

Megan chuckled, “I admire you’re patience, Ms. Moore... I don’t know if I could handle this, yknow? It freaks me out.”

“Well you’re still a young lady, Megan,” her mother said, turning to Leslie’s friend, “You’ll understand one day... It’s different when it’s YOUR child.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right...”

“Anyways, I appreciate you coming over to watch Leslie on such short notice. I know you had probably had plans and all...”

Megan chuckled, waving away the air between her and Leslie’s mother, “Oh, not at all! I love coming over to watch Leslie, we have such a good time!”

“Well I appreciate it just the same,” her mother said, walking towards the door, “Now, I’m gonna go get ready. Would you mind getting Leslie out of the crib? She needs to be fed.” She disappeared into the hallway.

“Yeah, no problem,” Megan replied with a smile.

Leslie watched as Megan reached down and placed her hand under her back and began to push her forward.

“UP you go, Leslie! Cmon, be a big girl for Auntie Megan!”

It was so hard for Leslie to hold her head up... She already missed being an adult, missed the strength and control of her body. But as she sat there, struggling with the weight of her own head, she noticed something.

My legs, she thought, they’re... they’re so long. And shaved? But I... No, I...

She lost the strength in her neck and her head drooped down suddenly, and she was abruptly staring at her own breasts. Not her chest. Not her baby fat. Leslie Moore could see her milky, shaven legs sticking out of her fluffy white diaper down beyond her BREASTS.

Leslie began to tear up as she saw, but didn’t feel, her diaper growing yellow and swelling.

That was all she could do.

Leslie Moore sat in her wet diaper, and cried.

 

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