Leah strutted down the hall in a cute little toddler bathing-suit. It was bright pink with sequins, a little shirt to cover the diaper cover, and the words "Professional Brat" written in large, flowery letters across the front. To Tonya's extreme joy, she completely leaned into it, wearing a pair of sunglasses and visibly chewing on gum. She paused at the end of the hallway in modeling pose, even blowing a bubble and popping it with a satisfying 'pop'. Tonya was having an absolute blast, not just because she's getting to do something she's secretly always wanted to do, but mostly because Leah was ALSO having a blast. Tonya was afraid she was pushing it onto her, taking advantage of Leah's baby-ish state, but she couldn't be more wrong; she's never seen Leah look better! That wasn't just cause she genuinely looks good in toddler clothes, but she was exuding more confidence than Tonya had seen in Leah's whole life. She LIKED it, she LIKED dressing like a toddler! It was a major contrast to Leah 90% of the time, where she was usually grumpy and insecure. Tonya had to wonder, was that because she was always expected to look and act in a way she never could? Always trying to look like a functional teen, but appearing too young to be taken seriously? Tonya wasn't sure, but she knew one thing: despite Leah's hesitance, she's never looked more sure of herself. It's why Tonya is rather confident that she's not being forced into baby status. It might've started that way, but it's clear Leah is still the driver to her own destiny. Tonya clapped and cheered as she felt herself get a little emotional, seeing her friend the closest to happy for the first time since her mother died.
Leah absorbed the praise, practicing a few more poses and blowing kisses like the dork she is. She paused during one pose, and her face furrowed. Tonya was going to ask what's wrong, but then a gurgly, squelching fart that pushed out the back of Leah's diaper answered her question. The two froze, the fun atmosphere vanishing into the stinky air. Dressing and acting like a toddler was one thing, but having accidents? That takes autonomy, not gives it. Leah removed her glasses, revealing her blushing, deer-in-headlights face. Tonya felt dread at the realization that this situation might not be great afterall; even if Leah liked dressing up, she could do that in private. Gaining a permanent disability would force her to wear diapers everywhere, especially in front of far more judgmental strangers.
Tonya felt she should say something to comfort her friend, but what? Leah, on the other hand, gave an awkward, apologetic smile.
"Oops? Heh, yeah, um...*grunt*" Whatever she was going to say was interrupted by what looks to be a rather nasty cramp, forcing her to bend forward and scrunch her face. The squelches and toots that followed made Tonya feel like she should turn away; watching her best friend have an actual accident was as discomforting as it was probably embarrassing. However, something Tonya did not expect happened: Leah's scrunched face of painful exertion quickly shifted into one of...playfulness? Like a physical recreation of 'X3'. She widened her stance and dipped into a deep squat, fists clenched tight, and grunts turned from forced to determined. In other words, she looked like a toddler purposely pooping herself; that, or speeding the accident up. It must've been the later, because Leah's diaper expands dramatically to the sound not unlike squeezing mustard from a bottle. She was done in less than 5 seconds, letting out a sing-song-y sigh of relief as she does. She's still smiling as she straightens up, stumbling a bit in adjustment to her diaper's new width and weight.
"Whew!" She exclaims, waving her hand in front of her in the hopeless attempt to ward off the smell, "That really stinks. Super sorry about that, Tonya. I, uh, can't really help it." She gives a little shrug with a sheepish smile. Her cheeks are tinted pink, but for the most part she doesn't seem upset. Maybe even a bit happy?
Leah reaches around to grasp the back of her diaper, and her eyes light up.
"Holy literal shit!" She exclaims, shifting best she can to look at her behind while giving Tonya a perfect view of her inflated behind, "Look at how much I packed this thing!" And look she does: it's an impressive load, really testing the swimsuit's flexibility. Leah may have the body of a toddler, but she sure as heck didn't have the bowels of one. There was no mistaking it, Leah sounded amazed. She enjoyed pooping her diaper on accident. Tonya had nothing to worry about.
"Damn, girl, what did you eat?" Tonya added, joining Leah in the banter "You need any help cleaning up that mess?"
"I can change myself," Leah responds, hands behind her back and lightly kicking her feet, giving Tonya a bashful but teasing smile "But...I wouldn't mind the help. If you don't mind?"
Tonya's brain zonked out, like Leah's request just overloaded her brain's power lines.
"Uh, sure! Yeah!" She responds, face set clear while her brain want haywire. What...the hell...was that? Tonya felt light headed from the sudden surge of 'something'. She glanced over at Leah as they walked to the changing room, watching the girl happily toddle forward in her heavily used diaper, sucking her thumb without a care. It might just be because Leah trusts her, but the teen baby seems so sure about herself now. But...what did Tonya think about it? And why does it feel like their relationship just shifted dramatically?
"Hey, Tonya?" Leah askes, removing her thumb from her mouth, "Do you really think I look cute like this?"
Tonya could feel heat flood her cheeks. Of all the times to ask that question!
"Uh, I mean-"
"Sorry, weird question." Leah followed, giving Tonya much relief---she needs more time to sort out her thoughts, "I just wanted to say thanks, for everything. This?" She gestures to herself, and wiggles her poopy diaper for emphasis, "I feel like...this is just me now, and I didn't really want to accept that cause...well, I don't think anyone wants me like this. But you make me feel like I'm allowed to just...be me." She stopped in the hall, and grabbed Tonya's arm. Standing on her tippy toes, she places a single kiss on Tonya's cheek.
"Thanks...for making me like being myself."
Tonya's hand rushes to her cheek, that kiss breaking her brain like a hammer through a glass vase. No longer able to put aside her feelings, she's forced to confront their new relationship dynamic.
"Leah..."