On a sunny day, within in a nearby forest, a violet kitten named Blaze walked eagerly down the current trail. Dressed in her normal attire, and carting a large, purple backpack, Blaze stepped with a quick pace. Then, a thought crossed her mind. She stopped, set her bag on the ground, quickly scoped the surrounding area for any possible onlookers, and double checked her content. Inside her bag was packed with a multitude of adult-sized baby paraphernalia. The bag stocked with diapers, bottles, pacifiers, changing supplies, clothing, and other items that would reduce an adult Mobian to look like an overgrown toddler. Blaze, satisfied with her bag being properly stocked, chucked up her bag and hurried towards her destination.
“Glad everything’s there.” Blaze thought. “I hope she’s home.”
One of Blaze’s greatest secrets is a fascination with diapers and acting like a baby. A desired fostered by a friend. Months ago, on a stormy night, Blaze was caught between pouring rain and booming thunder. For most of the day, she used the forest as training grounds to sharpen her skills. But her session abruptly ended when great, grey clouds rolled in. Fur deeply soaked and shaken by close lightning strikes, Blaze rushed desperately through the forest to find some shelter. Luckily, she stumbled onto a friend’s place. Blaze’s friend offered hospitality, letting her sleep through the night and make use of the facilities.
After a hot shower and being offered some sleepwear, a blanket, and a pillow, she rested herself on the couch. After a half hour, she couldn’t sleep. She tried to rest, but to no avail. Blaze went to check on her friend to see if she was still up, hoping to have some company instead of being alone. Blaze saw the bedroom door slightly cracked and peeked in to see her slumbering friend. They slept heavily and tossed heavily to the point the bedding slid right off. Then, Blaze spotted what was underneath their nightwear. It looked to be a diaper; one with pink, pastel, highlights and pink, cartoon teddy bears. Blaze silently returned to the couch, processing what just happened. She never expected a friend to be into something this strange. She lied there, deep in thought, curious and scared how she was going to handle the situation. She barely slept that night.
The next morning, Blaze awoke groggy to the sun shining on her. Her friend finished throwing together breakfast. The two of them ate in an awkward silence. Blaze, hesitant to say anything, ate her breakfast in silence. Her friend looked remorseful, feeling they offended Blaze. Blaze saw the guilt in their friends’ eye; she decided to be direct. Blaze shared the truth. Her friend felt mortified; letting their self be this careless. Blaze reassured them that nothing’s changed; she cared about her friend, no matter what. Her friend hugged her, joyous of Blaze’s acceptance. From then on, a new layer was added to their relationship.
In the passing months, Blazes friend gradually opened more about their diaper interest. Casually wearing diapers around Blaze, using pacifiers or bottles, eventually even wetting themselves in her company. While they grew more open, Blaze grew more curious. A while after the new dynamic developed, Blaze had strange dreams. She dreamt many things from diaper uses to baby play. She worried that she became abnormal. She consulted her friend and they suggested that Blaze may be developing some feelings for the lifestyle and should explore them, instead of repressing. To aid in the self-journey, they retrieve a diaper for Blaze to try. After returning home for the night, Blaze tested the diaper on her. She lied it out, stripped from the waist down, positioned herself, powdered up, and sealed her diaper. She didn’t want to admit it, at first, but wearing it felt right. She felt happy, yet ashamed. She tried to remove the diaper but couldn’t. It felt too good to ditch.
Blaze came to her friend with this discovery, and needed help understanding these new feelings. Her friend eased her into the lifestyle over the course of months; little by little, Blaze explored what she enjoyed about this foreign desire. She learned to accept these feelings and embrace it. And with an understanding friend, she wouldn’t have to feel alone
Blaze arrived at a home, stepping up to the front door. She knocked, waiting for an answer. She waited patiently for her diapered pal…
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