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A little post-Christmas vintage cuteness!

You… and the Girl He Told You Not to Worry About

It was ridiculous, he'd told you. You were just insecure. Paranoid, even. You were imagining things where there were none. Cindy was just a friend. A good friend. A super nice, super confident, super capable, super talented…

Yeah, you got it. Everything you were not.

To be fair, you'd been on board with him inviting her for dinner. It was far better to meet this Cindy lady in person, wasn't it? Definitely better to meet her in the comfort of home… to hear her speak… to see and judge for yourself just how "super" she really was.

Not that she had disappointed.

"Oh, you're soo adorable!", she had gushed upon spying your awkward smile and hesitantly extended hand. She'd pulled you into an impetuous hug, never minding that you stood a head taller than her. "Steve tells me such amazing things about you! He's always saying how sweet you are, and how much you like cute things, you know… You're super into Hello Kitty, isn't that right?"

Dammit, Steve. Damn you and your big mouth!

But of course you hadn't been able to lie. Not with that hot, incriminating flush already spreading across your cheeks. Not with that heap of stuffies in your shared bed. And certainly not with your private knowledge of what had been beneath your skirt at that very moment: panties festooned with adorably printed baby kitties.

That had been six whole months ago.

Exactly how Cindy had wormed her way into your and Steve's lives, even you could hardly say. There'd been the shopping trips, of course. Those weekends hanging out at the café, all three of you. That time in the movie theater. And sure, you'd never suspected that along the way, your tiny bladder would become such a center of attention. But oh, it had. And with every lilting giggle of "Aww, you have to go again?!" – every motherly "Hey, you're sure you're not going to have an accident?" – well…

You'd become a bit less of a woman. In everyone's eyes – including your own.

Now here you stood: victim of your own body's failings and this woman's effusive attentions. Her hands tightened around your waist, her fingers tugging upward on the flimsy – and perilously short – skirt she'd gotten you. And oh, how sweetly she uttered those mortifying words at the sight of that new padding!

"This diaper looks so perfect on you, baby! You'll never have to worry about running to the potty again. I mean…" and here she chuckled wryly. "Not that you've had much success lately. But now you don't even have to try, do you?"

You opened your mouth to protest. You weren't the baby she was making you out to be. You weren't! All those accidents, those stained panties, those wet sheets over the past months… they were just flukes. You could be a big girl. You could, you really could-

"And honestly," she murmured, her voice slipping down into a confidential purr. "Steve's going to love you so much better like this. You know, he was telling me just the other night how much happier he is now in an open relationship. I can't really blame him, either. He doesn't need to worry about getting peed on when he's fucking, you know?"

No- no, that's not true! That's not-

"I mean, sure – we all know you said it was squirting. But as one woman to another, let me just say… I think we all know what it was, don't we? Don't we, baby?"

Your cheeks were afire, your pulse hammering. You wanted desperately to deny it. But… you couldn't. Not anymore.

"Anyway, don't worry!" Cindy giggled, her eyes dancing merrily at the sheer incongruity between your reflections. "He still says you're better than me at blow jobs. So let's just plan on that from now on, shall we? You can be our sweet little potty-pants partner, sucking off your man as often as you want. And when you're done sucking and swallowing like the good little slut you know you are… you can crinkle over to the doggie bed and let me handle part two. Mmm-hmm! Won't that be fun? Sitting there, watching the two of us fucking like real adults?"

You shuddered, the mental image searing into your brain. No- no, you couldn't- not that-

"But you know the best part?" Cindy's voice was whispering in your ear now, rippling with mirth. "I bet it's gonna be exciting for you, isn't it? Watching a new girlfriend fuck your darling hubbie? That's fine with me, sweetie! You can just sit there and watch… grinding and humping and piddling all you like… all snug and safe in your new diapers."

"And who knows?" She straightened once more, smirking back at your mortified reflection, her fingers toying with your pathetically tiny skirt. "You might even come to enjoy it!"