Baby Noelle (Micro Fiction)

I wrote a series of these shorts on stream as commissions. I'll be posting them over the next week or so, on days when there's not an already scheduled story being shared. 

This was written as a commission for a user named AndSoISaidMrglrg. I believe the characters are from Black Clover.

“Be a good girl for mommy, okay?” Vanessa chided, her hands on Noelle’s shoulders. “Look at me.” 

Noelle glowered back at her, but grumpily made eye contact. “I don’t need to.” 

Vanessa laughed, though it wasn’t mean. “Sure you don’t, sweetie. It’s okay, just push.” 

“I don’t gotta go!” Noelle fumed, clutching her hands over her naked belly as she fought back another cramp. “I don’t need diapers!” 

“Baby, it’s alright.” Vanessa smiled at her. “Don’t you want a nice, clean diaper to wear? Let it all out, and then we’ll get you all taken care of.” 

Stamping her foot, Noelle tried to protest, but there was nothing she could think of to say. Her diaper wasn’t exactly possible to hide, not with the rest of her body completely exposed, and it was already a little soggy. If she said she didn’t need it, she would point out that Noelle already used it once. If she said she didn’t have to go, Vanessa would rub her belly and make the cramping worse. 

“I don’t want to…” she mumbled, adding so quietly that it was almost inaudible. “M-mommy.” 

“What was that?” Vanessa asked, stepping back and crossing her arms. 

She was going to have to say it, now. “I don’t wanna use my diapers, Mommy.” 

“Well, that’s what they’re for. Go ahead, baby. Just go, and then you can have a clean diaper.” 

There was no holding back any more, anyways. Whimpering, knees shaking, Noelle let go. 

Icky muck poured into her diaper, soft and smushy. Her diaper crinkled as it expanded, and her mewling turned to grunts as she made an effort to go as much as possible. It wouldn’t do to only mess a little, only to have to go again as soon as she was changed, so she puffed up her cheeks and pushed harder, until her diaper was full and just starting to sag. 

Vanessa smiled to one side of her mouth, pinching her nose and waving the air. “Well, I smell a stinky baby. Do you?” 

“No!” Noelle complained, standing up straight, her mess bubbling a bit as it shifted. 

“No?” Vanessa patted the back of her diaper, pulled out the back of the waistband, and asked again, “Are there no smelly butts in this room?” 

Noelle was insistent on denying it. “No!” 

Vanessa smiled. “Well, would you like a clean diaper anyways?” 

Cheeks turning red, Noelle was happy enough to take the copout. “Y-yes, mommy.” 

“Good. Lie down on the changing table.” 

Waddling to it, careful not to make her diaper squelch against her legs, Noelle climbed up obediently. The one thing she’d never pout about was a diaper change. 

Vanessa walked up, reaching under the table, producing two thick diapers. Noelle groaned, not wanting the spend the whole day in double diapers, but at least she’d not need to mess for a while. Going #2 in double diapers inevitably led to spending a lot of time as “Mommy’s little stink butt”, and being denied a change until both layers of padding were soggy all the way through. 

Her mommy used a fingernail to cut lines down one of the diapers, perforating it. Then, to Noelle’s surprise, she perforated a line in the diaper she was already wearing and began to fold the first new diaper around her. 

“H-hey!” Noelle complained, though she knew better than to squirm or resist. 

“What?” Vanessa said, looking at her innocently. “You said you wanted a clean diaper, why not two?” 

Noelle’s face fell. “B-but-” 

“If you were a stinky baby, of course I’d have changed you,” Vannessa continued, already putting the third diaper in place. It was such thick, snug padding that it pressed Noelle’s mess against her, making it far worse than even something like sitting down in a freshly filled diaper. “But, since you weren’t, I thought it best to make sure you wouldn’t leak. We’ve got a lot of places to be today, baby, and I won’t have time to change you later.” 

Squeaking, Noelle didn’t even think to argue as she was pulled up into a sitting position, her mess squelching forward in the diaper under her weight. 

“Now,” Vanessa declared, smiling. “Let’s get you dressed!”