As Tonya put her thoughts together, she was distracted by a particular stench: the unmistakable smell of a dirty diaper. And looking at Leah, she doesn't seem to be aware. For a brief moment, she was weirded out: her best friend is suddenly pooping herself, there's no way this is normal. However, she silenced it quickly and viciously. Leah was in an incredibly vulnerable position, and she needed her best friend right now. The problem of whether or not Leah was being forced into babyhood, or truly wanted it could wait--right now, she needed to focus on what Leah is right now: a very baby-like teenage girl. Leah just wanted to not be judged for being a teen doing baby-ish things, but didn't want to be treated like an actual infant. Tonya needs to strike a balance, and just make her comfortable with just 'being', even if that just so happens to be 'being a bit of a baby'. That, and she really wanted Leah to feel safe around her, like she usually does.
Tonya puts on her warmest smile. "Leah, there's no easy way to say this...I think you had an accident."
Leah's eyes practically popped out of her head, one hand reaching back to feel her diaper. It wasn't visible through her overalls, but from the way color drained from her face it must've been bad. She abruptly stood up, her face erupting into a fierce red.
"Oh my god, oh my god, I-I'm so sorry, I didn't-"
"Leah, relax!" Tonya said with a firm voice, "You just said you were having accidents, right?"
"Um...I mean-"
"It's fine, Leah. You can't help it right now, no need to make a big deal about it." She paused, mentally fortifying herself for her next statement, "Do you need help changing?"
Leah looked at her like she just grew another head, and Tonya couldn't help but laugh.
"Hey, just offering. I change diapers all the time, and it's much easier to change someone than change yourself."
"B-but, it's...it's gross! Why would you- it's poop!"
Tonya couldn't stop a full on laugh at how childish Leah was acting.
"Leah, we've showered together. This isn't really that strange. I'm just doing a friend a favor."
Leah looked at Tonya with trepidation.
"Why are you being so cool about this?"
"Because, Leah," Tonya says with sigh, "I want my best friend to feel safe around me, and not feel like she needs to hide parts of herself or act different. I'm not going to judge you, Leah."
Leah's defensive look slowly melts away. "Really?"
Tonya gave her brightest smile in response.
"Well...okay." Leah responded in her quietest voice. She saw Leah raise her thumb to her face before shoving it back down.
"Leah, you can suck your thumb if you want." Tonya said in her most passive voice. Leah looked like she got struck by lightning, so easily caught.
"I-I don't...I mean-"
"I just said I won't judge you, for anything."
"But...but it's-"
"Does it make you feel better?"
"Um......yes." Leah's voice was so silent, Tonya almost had to strain her ears.
"Do you have a pacifier?"
Instead of sputtering, she slowly reaching into her pocket and pulled one out, looking away from Tonya. Tonya took the thing from her hands, and gently placed it in Leah's mouth. Despite her blushing, flustered face, she almost immediately started to suck.
"Feel better?" Tonya asked. Leah simply nodded her head. The way she looked exactly like an adorable little toddler made her want to squeal.
"Good. Now lay down, and I'll make this quick. Then, we can get out of here."
The next few minutes were some of the strangest, yet most intimate of Tonya's life. Smelling Leah's diaper, and seeing Leah's diaper were two very different experiences; the thing was absolutely packed, making her wonder how it wasn't visible before. The fact that such a mess was made without Leah's knowledge showed just how far into babyhood she's fallen. Tonya was pretty sure Leah must've lost her potty training entirely, and a loud hissing prompting a rapidly growing yellow stain on the diaper without a reaction from Leah pretty much confirmed it. And despite that, Leah couldn't look more content, dreamily sucking away on her pacifier without a care in the world; Tonya couldn't help but admire just how much of an adorable baby she's become, because it really was something. After cleaning poop off her best friends cooch, and leaving her bottom squeaky clean, she finally put the last tapes to secure a fresh new diaper onto Leah's waist.
"There, all fresh and clean. Feel better?" She asked. Leah sat up with a sleepy gaze, and gave a simple nod.
"Thank Tonya. For everything." Leah said, gratitude evident in her voice. Tonya sat down next to her, and Leah immediately cuddled into her side.
"No problem, Leah. What are friends for?" Tonya replied, and left it at that. Finally, Leah was completely open and comfortable with her again, and all was right with the world. Well, their dynamic felt like it shifted a bit, and Tonya felt more like a caretaker than a friend, but...well, that's what comes with change. The two just sat there for a bit, enjoying each other's company. The peace was interrupted a bit when Leah let out a loud toot. Her eyes snapped open, and both hands went to the back of her diaper. Luckily, it was just a fart, and she was still clean. She had a look of relief until she saw Tonya humorously waving her hand in front of her face.
"Damn girl!" She said with exaggerated pride. Leah blushed brightly, slapping her in the shoulder.
"Shut up. Your farts are way worse than mine." She snapped back, getting a chuckle out of the two.
"So...what should we do now? You wanna talk about this baby business, and where you stand? Or, should we save that for later, and good out like we were supposed to?"
Leah sucked her pacifier methodically before removing it.
"Well..."