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Mindy couldn’t respond, even though part of her wanted to chuckle. She obviously wouldn’t fall off the table. She was too overwhelmed with other sensations to include laughter.
Tricia rounded to the end of the changing table. “I’m just going to pull your panties off, Baby girl,” she said as she reached for the elastic at Mindy’s waist and eased the cotton briefs from her body.
Mindy was wearing tennis shoes and frilly socks, and Tricia easily removed the panties over them.
“Take a breath, Baby girl,” she encouraged as she slid her hands up Mindy’s thighs.
Mindy drew in a breath at the order, but it was ragged.
“Good girl. Can you bend your knees and part your legs for me?”
She hesitated but finally forced herself to do as she was told. Why was she so nervous? Was it Tricia? The diaper? Something else?
When Tricia smoothed her hands down Mindy’s inner thighs, pressing them wider, Mindy’s breath hitched again. Strange unexpected feelings consumed her.
Maybe she was so desperate for any kind of intimate human contact that she couldn’t control her reactions. She was aware she needed to pee badly, but that sensation was overpowered by several others.
There was a tight ball in her tummy, squeezing in on itself. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly. Her lips were dry. Her breasts felt heavy inside her bra. But more importantly, her private parts were tingling. And holy shit but she thought she was wet. The air in the room was hitting her naked vulva, making her aware of the moisture.
“Good girl,” Tricia praised again. “I’m glad you’re shaved. Pubic hair and diapers aren’t a great combination.” She grabbed a crinkly diaper from the shelf next to her and tapped Mindy’s thighs. “Can you lift your bottom for me, Baby girl.”
Mindy set her heels on the edge of the table and lifted her hips, letting Tricia slide the thick diaper under her bottom. She was trembling as she settled her weight over the padding. It was hard to believe this was happening.
“Can I rub some diaper cream on you, Baby girl?” Tricia asked. “Your skin is tender, and you’re new to this. I don’t want you to get a rash.”
Mindy’s teeth were chattering as she nodded. “Yes, Ma’am,” she whispered.
She jumped as Tricia popped the top on the ointment and gritted her teeth as Tricia set two fingers on her folds. “You doing okay, Baby girl?”
Mindy nodded slightly. She didn’t know if she was okay or not. Too many feelings. All she knew at the moment was that it felt good having Tricia touch her.
“Has a woman ever touched your pussy before, Baby girl?”
Mindy shook her head, trying not to arch off the table as Tricia parted her labia and rubbed the cream between her folds and then up around the sensitive bundle of nerves above her private parts.
She gasped when Tricia finished by rubbing the cream all around her tight bottom hole.
“Has amanevery touched your pussy, Mindy?” Tricia asked gently.
Mindy shook her head again, feeling the heat rise on her cheeks.
It was hard to keep her legs wide when Tricia stopped touching her private parts. She was trembling so badly, and she had to purse her lips to keep from asking Tricia not to stop.
Tricia cleaned her fingers on a wet wipe before lifting the front of the diaper into place and securing it at Mindy’s hips. “There we go. All done.”
Mindy tried to straighten her legs, but the thick padding prevented her from bringing them all the way together.
Tricia made quick work of unfastening the strap and lowering the height of the table before taking Mindy’s elbows to help her sit and then stand.
It felt awkward, and Mindy didn’t know if she could pee in the diaper.
Tricia opened a small fridge next to the changing table and pulled out a baby bottle. It looked like it was filled with water. She also grabbed an unopened binky package from a drawer in the changing table. “Come, Baby girl. Putting that diaper on you was a new experience. I bet you could use some water and some snuggles. Will you sit on my lap on the rocking chair?”
Mindy nodded. She’d never felt so Little in her life. The urge to bring her thumb to her mouth and plug it so she wouldn’t have to speak was stronger than ever. She was shaking from head to toe. She felt chilled. Her bare legs had goosebumps. So did her arms.
Tricia set the bottle and binky on a small table next to the oversized rocking chair before she sat and held out her hands. “I bet that polish is mostly dry by now. You can probably sit with me without smudging it.”
Mindy inched forward, the diaper feeling so awkward. It didn’t help that her private parts were still tingling and now rubbing against the diaper. She was whimpering as she stepped into Tricia’s embrace.
