Volunteer Baby (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 Bask25456. 

Sam squirmed, trying to get free, or at least to get comfortable in the harness. It was no use. The blue fabric around her chest and the red straps over her shoulders were held tight, and her movements only caused it to chafe over her onesie. 

“If you’d stop wriggling, it wouldn’t be so bad,” Kiara pointed out. “You’re awfully fussy this morning.” 

Despite being the same age, Sam was only half Kiara’s size, and her attempts to glare at the older girl proved to be more adorable than intimidating. Stamping her foot, she said, “I’m not going out!” 

“If you say so,” Kiara replied, pushing on the chest harness. 

Sam stumbled, still not used to walking with a diaper between her legs, but caught her balance before falling and waddled forward towards the exit. 

Kiara chuckled, opening the door to their shared dorm room. Using the harness as a lead, she took Sam out into the hall. “That’s funny, I thought you said you weren’t coming!” 

Sam dug in her heels, but it was no use. Kiara could easily have picked her up with one arm and carried her, trying to resist the push of the harness was simply impossible. Her face flushed as they walked down the hall, attracting a few stares from other freshmen as they reached the elevator. 

“I don’t wanna go!” Samantha protested, as they stood there and waited. “Don’t make me go outside, please!” 

“We’re not going outside,” Kiara corrected, pushing her tiny colleague into the elevator. She pressed a button, rolled them down to the first floor, and explained, “The other pediatric and childcare undergrads are having a meeting, and I thought they’d like a little hands on experience.” 

Samantha’s face flushed, and as the elevator door dinged and rolled open she yelped, “NO! I’m not a baby!” 

As luck would have it, a student from another dormitory was standing there and upon seeing Sam’s onesie and clearly bulging diaper, she crouched down and cooed. “Of course you aren’t, sweetie!” Ruffling Sam’s hair, she looked up at Kiara. “How old is she?” 

“Eighteen,” Kiara replied, smiling. 

“Months? And already talking? What a smart little girl!” She stood up, looking at Kiara. “You know where the childcare meetup is?” 

Kiara smiled, bending down to pat Sam on the head. “I was just heading there, it’s this way. Little Sammy here is going to help!” 

“No!” Sammy stamped a foot. “I’m not!” 

“Aww,” the other freshman said, cooing. “Someone’s cranky.” Pointing towards Sam, she asked Kiara, “May I?” 

“You may,” Kiara said, watching with amusement as Sam was picked up, her onesie was unsnapped, and the freshman began squeezing it in the crotch and the back. 

“Well, she’s dry,” the freshman said, setting Sam down. “I was hoping I might get to practice changing her!” 

Kiara beamed. “Why not? We’ve got the diapers, and you’re here to learn, right?” 

Sam flushed. “No! I’m not a baby, I’m a student like you!” 

The other freshman blinked in surprise. “Huh?” 

“She volunteered to lend a hand,” Kiara lied, dismissing the concern. “Now, how about that change?” 

Sam’s face was beet red, but she could hardly say no. When the freshman lifted her up onto a table and laid her back, it was all she could do not to scream in embarrassment. Crossing her arms, she suffered through the whole humiliating process. 

Kiara, meanwhile, was more than happy to give pointers. “Be careful with the tapes, if she was wet you could make a mess when you pull it away,” then, “Rash cream needs to be applied next,” then, “Don’t be afraid to go a bit overboard with powder! Babies are supposed to smell sweet.” 

Taped up, her onesie snapped back in place, Sam sat up and realized that the whole process had attracted a bit of a crowd. Freshmen, all here to learn childcare, had gathered to watch and take notes. 

Smiling, Kiara faced them all. “Okay, who’s next?”