Running Behind (Lesbian, ABDL, Wetting)

“We’re running behind!”

Emma sighed from her place in front of her closet. It was the third time her girlfriend, Leigh, had yelled about how much time they had left. She was having such a hard time deciding what to wear. Worse still, Leigh was being nice and driving her to her interview instead of having her hop the bus. Emma couldn’t decide which outfit would put on the best impression. It’s not that she needed a job, but it would make things easier for her and Leigh. The young, blond-haired woman finally decided on a white button-down blouse that didn’t draw too much attention to her large, pendulous breasts and a pencil skirt.

Leigh was standing in the doorway as Emma quickly buttoned up the blouse. At almost six feet tall, Leigh was a good eight inches taller than Emma, and, where Emma was curvy and voluptuous with wavy blond hair that went down to her shoulders, Leigh was slim and athletic with coal-black hair that she kept in a pixie cut. About the only thing that the pair had in common physically was their breast size with both having DD-cup breasts, though they looked far larger on Leigh’s slimmer frame.

Leigh sighed with annoyance as she stopped Emma. “Your blouse is buttoned wrong, hon,” Leigh said before unbuttoning Emma’s blouse. “Some days, I think you’re a little kid. On any other day, this would be cute, but I don’t want you to mess up this interview. I know you’ve wanted to get a job there for the longest time.”

Emma smiled. “I didn’t mean to take so long. I promise. Sometimes, I just can’t decide what to wear.”

Leigh nodded as she fixed the last button. “Well, if you keep running behind, I may have to start choosing what you wear.” She kissed Emma’s forehead. “Don’t forget your pumps, sweetie. I’m going to go get the car started.” With that, she turned away and headed for the front door.

Emma took a deep breath before sitting down to put on her black pumps. She slid on the rose pendant her aunt Lucy had given her for her birthday the other day, thinking it would make a good accent piece. Standing up, Emma took a deep breath and thought about how often Leigh had gotten frustrated with her. It was almost like Leigh considered Emma to be a little girl. Emma giggled at that. “Imagine if I dressed like a little girl. I wish Leigh could see that.”

Emma made her way to the front door, completely oblivious to the fact that a petal vanished from the rose pendant. She opened the door and walked outside. She shivered a bit as the wind blew and hurried to Leigh’s car. Stepping in and sitting down, Emma buckled herself in and was momentarily confused. Looking at her feet, she could have sworn she’d put on black pumps just a few minutes ago, but now it looked like she was wearing a pair of black Mary Janes. “How peculiar,” Emma thought as Leigh put the car in gear.

As the pair hit the highway, Emma began to fidget. She’d forgotten to use the bathroom before they’d left. Emma was certain she’d be able to hold it until they got there, but, as seconds turned to minutes, she began to whimper.

“You okay, Emma?” Leigh asked as they took the off-ramp.

“Just need to use the potty,” Emma muttered.

Leigh laughed. “Well, did you remember to wear a diaper? The doctors did recommend you wear them since you got that infection, and your bladder became overactive. I did offer to help you put one on, but someone had to be a ‘big girl’.”

Emma froze. A diaper? Infection? Her mind was fuzzy. She kind of remembered a doctor’s appointment. As discretely as she could, Emma slid her hand between her legs and checked. She’d been certain she was wearing panties when she’d put on the skirt earlier but, as her hand pressed between her legs, there was as bulky padding there much thicker than the pad she’d normally wear.

The surprise was enough to break her concentration and she felt her bladder release. For the briefest of moments, Emma panicked, worried she’d wet herself, but all that happened was a feeling of warmth spreading between her legs. There wasn’t any tale-tell wetness on her skirt. Emma began to relax. Everything was okay. She smiled. “Yeah, I remembered to diaper up,” Emma said with relief. “I’ll be fine. I’m just nervous, that’s all.”

“I imagine so. Going to school again is no easy thing,” Leigh said as she pulled her car into a parking lot.

“School?” Emma asked, confused again. She looked around and they were at the admissions office for Central Prairie University. Weren’t they going to a job interview?

Leigh rolled her eyes. “Are you messing with me, Emma? You did say you needed a ride to meet with a guidance counselor about getting your degree.”

Emma paused and tried to remember. She did want to get into childcare, that much was true. Thinking about it, she remembered how many times she’d been told she needed better qualifications. “I’m sorry, Leigh. I spaced out, I guess. Thanks for reminding me,” Emma said with a smile.

The pair got out of the car and walked in the front doors where Leigh pulled Emma into a hug. “You’ve got this, little girl,” Leigh said before giving Emma’s diapered butt a discrete squeeze. “I’ll be waiting in the car when you’re done.” With that, she turned to head back to the car.

Emma looked for a sign and, not seeing one, felt very alone, even though Leigh had only stepped outside. She thought about how nice it felt that Leigh had called her “little girl.” Biting her lip, she decided to be brave. She headed down one hallway, unaware of how her blouse was now pink and her skirt had gone from a black pencil skirt to a purple pleated skirt. She managed to find the councilor’s office and realized she’d just barely made it in time.

Half an hour later, after a productive fifteen-minute appointment, Emma was lost again. Add to that, she’d wet herself again after realizing that using the restroom would be silly as she was already diapered, and she’d just have to pull the wet diaper back on. Still, she had no idea how to get back to the car. Standing in the hallway, she overheard two women talking about how their parents were taking care of their college. “That would be nice,” Emma whispered. Both of her parents were out of her life after disowning her for being a lesbian. “I wish I had someone to take care of me, then I wouldn’t be so lost.” Another petal fell from the rose pendant. A moment later, Leigh turned the corner and smiled.

“There you are,” Leigh said, her voice laced with relief. Emma felt her heart lift. “I wondered what happened to you, hon.” Leigh pulled Emma into a hug and whispered into her ear. “Did my little girl get lost?”

Emma nodded. It was so nice that Leigh came to look for her. Leigh always took care of her. Emma blushed as she felt Leigh squeeze her bottom. “I kind of need a change,” Emma admitted quietly.

Leigh kissed Emma’s forehead. “It’s okay, sweetie. I’ll take care of it when we get home,” Leigh said, taking Emma’s hand and leading her down the hallway. “How did your meeting go?”

The pair talked about how the counselor thought Emma’s be a great fit for the childcare program as they made their way through hall after hall until exiting the building. Emma got in the passenger side of Leigh’s car and was surprised when Leigh buckled her in. “There, my baby girl is all safe.”

“Baby girl?” Emma thought. Well, she was diapered, and Leigh was treating her like a little girl. Being a baby girl wasn’t that far of a stretch. When Leigh got in the car, Emma bit her lip. “Can we get something to eat on the way home?” Emma asked. “I want one of those kids’ meals.”

“You’re a brat, you know that?” Leigh said with a laugh. “Sure. Be glad I like how you act like a little girl around me. It’s so adorable.”

“I wish I could act like your baby girl all the time,” Emma said with a grin. The last petal of the rose pendant vanished, leaving a cute pink stone at the end of a circle. It looked like a tiny pacifier. Emma’s legs spread apart a bit as the diaper she was wearing bulked up. A “Baby on Board” sign appeared in the back window of Leigh’s car. Leigh pulled in and ordered a chicken nugget kid’s meal and burger and fries for herself. Emma ate her food in silence as the pair headed to the highway.

Emma was finished with her food and was playing with the little doll that came with the meal when they pulled into their driveway.  Emma waited like a good girl for Leigh to come and unbuckle her, then needed a bit of help getting out. She’d forgotten how thick her diapers were. “You’re going to need to wait for a change until after I eat, sweetie,” Leigh said, unlocking the door. “It’s a good thing we made sure to put boosters in your diapers before we left.”

Emma giggled. “Well, I am mommy’s big baby after all,” Emma said.

Leigh sat her food on the coffee table and then turned to Emma. “Now that we’re home, those big girl clothes have got to go,” Leigh noted before tugging Emma’s skirt down, revealing a thick, poofy, pink diaper that the skirt had barely been covering. Emma smiled and kept her arms down. “Good girl,” Leigh said, grinning as she unbuttoned Emma’s blouse and slid it down her arms. Leigh did the same with Emma’s bra. She folded the clothes and set them next to her food while Emma moved to sit on the couch. Emma smiled as she saw a big, pink teddy bear hidden next to the end table. She pulled it into her arms and hugged it while Leigh sat down next to her and began to eat her lunch. Occasionally, Leigh would put a fry to Emma’s lips, which Emma would happily eat.

Once Leigh was done, she took Emma’s hand and helped her up. Emma paused, feeling pressure on her bladder, and let go, the familiar hiss filling the silence in the air. Leigh giggled. “You’re such a baby, but I love that about you.”

“I’m mommy’s diaper butt baby girl,” Emma said proudly. She wasn’t sure if the diaper would take another wetting or not. Given how thick it was, she was probably fine. “Is it time for me to get my diaper changed, mommy?” Leigh nodded and led her to their bedroom. The closet door was still open to Emma’s side, but what was inside it gave her pause.

Most of her “grown-up” clothes were missing. In their place were dresses in pastel shades that, thinking about the diapers between her legs, were bought to show off her diapered butt. A swat and thump to Emma’s diapered behind brought her back to reality. Emma laid down on their bed and watched as Leigh unfastened the tapes on Emma’s diapers and unfolded them. Whenever whoever had diapered her, and Emma still couldn’t remember if it was her or Leigh, they’d double diapered her. The inner diaper had three boosters inside: one on each side where the leg guards were and one down the middle. Emma had soaked through the boosters, the inner diaper, and had leaked into the outer one.

As Leigh rolled up the diapers and tossed them into a waste can Emma didn’t remember from earlier, Emma reached for the pacifier on the nightstand and slid it between her lips. Sucking on it, she watched as Leigh took a clean diaper and again added three boosters. Leigh winked at Emma. “Just in case we need to leave in a hurry again, best to be on the safe side so I don’t need to change you if we’re running behind.”

Emma nodded and lifted her bottom. Leigh slid the fresh diaper under Emma’s bottom before wiping Emma’s pussy clean, causing Emma to moan. “Mommy knows how baby loves when her mommy touches her princess parts,” Leigh said. “No cumming yet, though, sweetie.” Leigh then reached into the nightstand and pulled out a butt plug. Emma’s eyes widened as Leigh drizzled baby oil on it before gently filling Emma’s ass with it. Emma didn’t remember ever trying a butt plug before but it felt so good that she almost came.

Leigh then sprinkled baby powder from Emma’s boobs down to her crotch, groping Emma’s breasts as she rubbed the baby powder in. Emma moaned again, her hips bucking. Leigh smiled, wiping the last of the baby powder from her hands onto Emma’s smooth inner thighs. She then pulled the thick, bulky diaper up between Emma’s legs and taped it snugly. “All better?” Leigh asked.

Emma nodded and moved to sit up before Leigh smacked her inner thigh. “And where do you think you’re going?” Leigh asked. Emma again looked confused as Leigh looked at her with a stern expression.

“To go watch TV,” Emma mumbled around the pacifier.

“Not yet, we’re not, sweetie,” Leigh said, shaking her head. “You said that if I took you to the appointment you’d wear whatever I put you in for a week. I’m not done, though I meant to give this to you for your birthday, it only arrived this morning.” Leigh opened her closest and pulled out a mass of pink plastic. Emma’s eyes opened as she realized what it was. “You’re such a brat that I made sure to get you a waddle diaper so that you’ll have to waddle around at home.” Emma watched as Leigh moved the diaper to Emma’s feet and then slowly pulled it up her legs. Emma had to arch her back to let the pillow-thick, latex diaper cover fit around her already thickly diapered bottom. Once it was around Emma’s waist, Leigh sinched up the sides. Leigh reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out two tiny locks, slipping them in the ring ends of the buckles, effectively locking the diaper around Emma’s waist.

It took some effort to get Emma to her feet. Her legs were forced two feet apart and she needed Leigh’s help to waddle to the living room. Leigh sat down and Emma laid down with her head resting on Leigh’s lap. Emma’s legs were forced apart which, after Leigh turned on the television, seemed to be exactly what Leigh wanted. “Go ahead, sweetie. I want my little girl to cum in her diapers,” Leigh said as her fingers plucked Emma’s nipple. Emma moaned into the diaper and pushed her hand down past the spreader, past the waist of the diaper, and began to rub her clit. Leigh watched TV, though not paying attention to it. She kept teasing Emma’s breasts as Emma’s moans got louder. When Emma cried and began to shudder, Leigh smiled. “That’s one orgasm, baby girl. I expect at least two more and you’re running behind.”

Emma couldn’t help but laugh.