What's the Matter with Megan? – Chapter 12 (Commission)

Thanks as ever to Samantha for commissioning this final chapter!

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It's the final day of classes: a day that most folks are more interested in looking ahead to the glittering promise of summer vacation. And sure, I'm definitely one of them. But it's hard not to reflect also on just how quickly and thoroughly my life has changed… for the better.

The spring sun is warm on my face, and I'm grinning over at my companion as we walk across campus. "Hey, Megs. Think Anya noticed anything?" She giggles furtively, but I can't help but notice her hand absently straying back behind her to verify that the thick garment is still well hidden beneath her skirt. "What? What on earth would she have noticed?" And then her eyes sparkle with glee and glances pointedly over at my own jeans-clad ass. "Oh, you mean how you're back in diapers now?"

"Hah, said the pot to the kettle," I rejoin, barely resisting the urge to yank up that skirt of hers and flash her own diaper to our unsuspecting fellow students who are lounging around the quad. "I hardly think wearing one now and then means I'm 'back in them,' surely. Not like you, Miss Bedwetter Potty-pants! Didn't Daddy say you need to stay in them until you earn back your panties?"

She flushes and bites her lip in what I now know is shy arousal. "I mean… well, that- that was just because you were a meanie and gave him that idea!" To which I merely laugh and give her a playful shove. "Oh, come on – we both know you need them. That's what the doctor said, remember? And honestly, I think Daddy ought to take those panties away from you permanently. I bet you'd secretly like that, wouldn't you?"

"Hey, nuh-uh! Don't be mean, or I'll tell Daddy!"

So on we stroll, teasing one another about a Daddy making us act like brainless diaper babies as if it's the most normal thing in the world. The entire time I'm aware of the thick padding swelling out the ass of my jeans, sure. But I hardly think anyone other than my bestie and Dan will notice. And besides – even if they do, so what? They'll likely just think I've got a super thicc booty, right?

At any rate, it doesn't matter. We're leaving campus tomorrow anyway: the three of us, all headed back home. And we'll see each other during the summer, of course. But before all that, we've also got one final evening at Dan's place. An evening that I suspect is going to be absolutely epic.

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"Now, then. Tuck on in, girlies. I've got a great meal all ready for us!"

Dan's voice is vibrating with warm, humorous condescension. I eye the dishes he's setting on the little coffee table before us, and I can't hide a smirk at the contrast among them. On the right is Dan's, clearly: a salad and delicious-looking burger, paired with one of his favorite craft beers. In the middle is mine; it's a plate with french fries, dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets, and a childish bottle of apple juice. But on the left… oh, on the left?

It's a large bowl, filled to the brim with what appears to be lukewarm oatmeal, while beside it is a genuine baby bottle full of milk. Though Megan is already opening her mouth to complain, I'm cutting in with a laugh. "Ooh, that looks perfect for wittle baby Megan! Isn't it, Daddy?"

"That's right, Natalie!" he enthuses, over the spluttering protests of my bestie. "Now, what do you say? Can you take care of making sure she eats and drinks it all up? After all…" and now his hands are descending onto her shoulders and guiding her firmly down onto the floor. "A little girl like her sometimes doesn't know what's best for her."

"I- I do, too! An'- an' I'm not-" Megan's whining, her legs buckling unwillingly down as she drops to her knees. Yet even I can hear the strained sound of sordid arousal in her voice. "Not a what? A baby?" Dan returns with a chuckle, and his hand thwacks loudly on her hidden diaper. "Tell you what. It's warm out today, and it's just us here. Let's get those silly clothes off you so we can all see what a baby you really are…"

"Yeah!" I enthuse, and now both of us are tugging at her clothes and stripping our struggling friend of her t-shirt and skirt, quickly followed by her bra and socks. "'Specially 'cause little babies make a mess when they eat! We don't want your clothes getting all dirty, do we?"

And that's how we end eating supper up on the floor together: my blushing, topless bestie and I, under the calm, amused gaze of the guy whose brought us to this point. Megan's opening gamely now and again, allowing the spoon I'm loading up with oatmeal to slip stickily inside. I'm munching now and again on my own supper, feeling absurdly happy and naughty to be acting so… well, juvenile. My butt's in a diaper, my mouth is full of childish food, and I'm glancing up now and again into the gorgeous face of a guy who I'd do practically anything to please…

Yeah, it's pretty awesome. But that's only the beginning.

For once the sticky-faced Megan finally gasps and gulps down the last of her milk and oatmeal, amid peevish mumbles that she's stuffed full, Dan chuckles softly. "Heh, don't worry. It'll come out soon enough. I made sure to add some special goodies – you know, just to make things entertaining tomorrow." Megan's face grows visibly pale under the layer of goo, and I too am startled. "Uh-oh! Wait… what's gonna happen?"

"Oh, nothing much," Dan returns lightly, reaching forward and patting Megan's head condescendingly. "I just have a pretty strong feeling that our little bedwetter here is going to be doing a lot more than wetting her pants tomorrow. Because with as much fiber and laxatives as I put in there… well, there's no way she won't be leaking both ways, if you know what I mean."

I bite back an astonished laugh, but before Megan can do more than gulp and splutter in surprise, Dan is rising and coming over toward me. "Never mind the baby," he smiles at me, and my heart flutters at the touch of his hand on my head. "I also have a special treat for you, Natalie: a special something for dessert. Megan here specifically told me she thought you'd like it. So what do you say?"

I gulp up at him. I nod. "Uh… sure?" Part of me wants to be in character as Megan's bratty older sister, of course. But another part of me – the part that's clenching and growing wet deep between my legs – is still very much adult. And it's that part that leads me to rise obediently, to bite my lip in ill-concealed excitement, and to gaze into his manly face with naked anticipation.

"Aww, just look at you!" he exclaims, taking my shoulders and turning me gently around. "Such a big girl, eating her chicken nuggies and everything. But, hang on… what's this under here?" Oh, he knows. Megan and I had already promised in our group chat yesterday that we'd both be wearing one of those diapers. But it's still a deliciously humiliating sensation to pretend that this sexy-ass guy is just now discovering that his twenty-something female friend is wearing a diaper like a freaking baby.

"Wow, you're still in diapers, too? Goodness, and here I thought you were at least a little bit more mature than the little baby over there!" He's mocking me, but fuck, why does it feel so good?! "Here, why don't we let everyone see what's under those jeans of yours? Hold still, girlie. If you're too little for big girl panties, you're definitely too little to mind showing off your boobies…"

"Ye-yes," I manage, almost choking on my own excitement. He's easily stripping off my shirt- and down go my pants- and now I'm shivered at the sensation of his fingers undoing my bra- Oh, fuck, fuck, this is… incredible! I'm standing here blushing, my arms pulled nervously against me to cover my exposed breasts, while he's stepping around me with the sort of appraising expression a prospective buyer might give a pony.

"Dry, I see." He's smirking as his hand presses long and firm between my legs. "At least, you seem dry now. But diapers never stay that way for long, do they?" Dan draws back now, and now I catch sight of the massive bulge in the front of his jeans. "Okay, then – that's much better! Two sweet girlies, dressed up in their pretty diapers, showing off for me…" And then, as if he's suddenly recalled, his face lights up with a knowing smile. "Ah, but your treat! Are you ready for it now, Natalie?"

"Uh, yes. Yes, I am," I huskily stammer out, and he's stepping close once more, his hand rising to caress my face. "Good girl," he whispers in my ear, and at that moment I feel my gut do a somersault. Megan is saying something about it being okay, about getting to watch, about Daddy being very nice to me…

I'm not quite sure how I end up on my knees. What I do remember – what I play back in my head over and over for years to come – is the sight of Dan's jeans unbuckling… lowering… revealing his formidable manhood. Him murmuring out the most sweetly demeaning things: about me being a hungry girl, about how I'd said it myself that babies dearly love to suck on things. About how it's all right. I can open up like a good girl. I want a taste, surely?

Fuck, yes, I do.

My mind is reeling, my eyes slipping shut as I lean forward. The tip brushes against my lips, and they part as if of their own accord. No teeth, I muse distantly, dropping further forward and shuddering at the sensation of his cock forcing its way deep into my mouth. Suck. Good girl. Pull back. Lean forward. Sucking. Nice and gentle. Nice and warm and tight. Mouth like a pussy. Mouth just like a warm cunt. Tight and wet. Sucking. Bobbing back and forth, up and down, pleasuring this incredible man…

And now my stupid brain is playing back all of the scenes that led to this. Megan's shy little denials. Her strangely wet butt in the restaurant. Her hidden pack of pull-ups. Her return from the doctor's. Dan and me at the store, teasing her about needing diapers. But then, oh – here come my own dirty fantasies, too! Dreams of her kneeling just like this, sucking off her daddy. Her shamelessly exposed diaper butt crinkling all the while… just as mine is right now…

I blink up at him, mouth full of cock and mind full of dirty-minded adoration. I catch a glimpse of his face contorting in ardent need. And as my eyes sink closed again in renewed ardor, I release my breath… and with it, something else.

Because it's like Daddy Dan said. Diapers don't stay dry very long.

Which is how I end up on the floor later that night: the flushed and naked Dan kneading insistently at the saturated bulk of my now-wet diaper, while the similarly diapered Megan bends down and shamelessly suckles on my left breast like an infant. He's telling me what a good cock-sucking little baby I'm becoming… what a good role-model I am for Megan… how only the best girls get to make cummies in their diapers…

Yeah. My last thought before I convulse into the screaming, bucking bliss of orgasm is that this has been one hell of a year… but that as long as the three of us get some time together, this summer is going to be heaven on earth.

The End