The Way The Cookie Crumbles (Diaper Dimension)

Anya gave the bars a good shake. Of course they were solid, she didn’t know what she had expected.

With a huff, and a slight stomp of her foot, she turned around, and, with a red face, started walking towards her friend.

Well, it was less a walk, and more an embarrassing waddle, having to swing her giant backside out from side to side.

“This is humiliating,” she said, managing to keep her voice down.

“Mmm,” Selina agreed, her hand tugging down the yellow babydoll dress she wore, yet with no hope of covering more than half her diaper - and, when she tugged on one side, the other went back up.

“And we still have eight hours to go!”

“Maybe they’ll find our IDs before then?”

Anya stomped, then regretted it at the slight crinkle which came from beneath her own green play dress. She glanced about the colourful playroom, but of course none of the others were looking at them - they had their own diapers to deal with.

“It shouldn’t matter! We were in an apartment room, with all our vacation things - who even called the police on us?”

“I think they were child services,” Selina corrected, sulking as she realized how hopeless the dress situation was.

Of course, the dress was nothing compared to having just been put into diapers by those grey-haired giantesses, but one had to focus on what they could manage, not those big leathery fingers stripping her naked, working the diaper creams into her crotch, and delivering the single hard spank which had warned her to behave.

“I bet it was that woman,” Anya hissed.

“Yeah,” Selina agreed, lowering herself to the playroom floor, and seeing if her dress would cover her diaper that way. “But does that mean she followed us?”

“Well she confiscated the IDs, maybe she had more planned…”

Anya glanced at her friend squatting on the floor, her thick diaper impossible to hide with that silly dress, the black mary jane shoes poking out from underneath, her hair in pigtails. Even without having removed her makeup, she did look kind of… Hard to tell that she was an adult. At least, it was a strange illusion where one moment she was, and another she wasn’t. It didn’t help that they both had cute faces.

“Look,” Anya said, rubbing her temples, “We just need to make it eight hours, and prove to them that we’re adults.”

She glanced around the playroom at the dozens of others in diapers around them, wondering how they’d failed to prove that. Half of them looked just as embarrassed as Anya felt, blushing and keeping to themselves, or talking in quiet groups, or being dragged about by the others. But the other half… Well, between the tea party, game of tag, and the group climbing on the play equipment, it looked almost like they were having fun…

“I think we’ll-”

She heard it before she saw it, a loud crinkling coming her way.

“Hey! Come play with us!”

“What? No! I-”

Anya glanced back in a panic to her friend, waddling helplessly as the other girl tugged her along by the wrist, seeming more adept at waddling in diapers. Selina watched with wide eyes from where she’d been squatting on the floor and trying to cover her diaper with her dress.

---

An hour later, Anya waddled over to Selina. The crinkling of her diapers was faster now, a bit more familiar.

“That,” she said, her face red, “Was the most embarrassing hour in my entire life.”

Selina glanced up.

Anya waddled around the edge of the play house which she was using as a privacy screen. “You weren’t um, watching were you?”

“N-No, I went and hid straight after, and only came out a little while ago.”

“I um, I think one of the girls had used her diaper… And not for a number one… I mean, I’d heard stories, but she was really running around in it...”

Selina nodded. “Yeah… It’s a bit different when it’s not jokes about how Cassandra May would be the first diapered by giantesses.”

“Oh um, didn’t you hear? I think she- Well, giants moved into her suburb, and a lot of Littles left, but soon the number of Littles left in the area according to the census was the same number as enrolled in the daycare there… And Cassandra never moved out…”

“Wait, does that mean… Is that why she hasn’t…? Did anybody actually check?”

“Well they built that new big road which split off that area. With that security fence to keep ‘children’ safe from the road. The only way you can cross is by holding a worker’s hand at the gated lights.”

“Well, maybe it’s not so bad, if nobody has checked…”

“Maybe. But there have been some big playgrounds built in there, you can see the top of an extra big one at the edge from the hill on Southern Drive.”

“That would be so embarr-” Selina paused and glanced down, as if just remembering her own diaper. “What are we going to do?”

“Well we just need to prove our maturity,” Anya said, a hint of doubt betrayed in her voice. “Hey, have you been eating something?”

Selina blushed, then moved to reveal the jar of cookies.

“They’re pretty tasty. I, um, found them by the cupboards.”

Anya blinked, finding it almost a relief how insignificant that was.

“You should try one.”

“Oh I don’t know…”

“They’re pretty tasty. And there’s no way I’m eating mashed vegetables in those highchairs today, sooo…”

“Good point,” Anya replied, and reached out to take a cookie from the jar.

--

“But I’m not hungry!” Anya insisted, watching the daycare worker shovel up another spoonful of the disgusting mush.

“If you were an adult, you wouldn’t try to complain about eating vegetables.”

Anya opened her mouth, not quite sure how she was going to argue back yet without pushing things to the point of a spanking like she’d seen some others receive today. Instead she could only let out a small moan, which was quickly silenced by the spoon finding its way into her mouth.

The giant strength behind the push of the spoon was something to behold, and reminded her why she’d gone so limp when they’d first put her into a diaper, and then when they’d checked her diaper several times that day, and finally when they’d strapped her into this damnable highchair.

The spoon slid agonizingly slowly from her mouth, leaving her with a mouthful of the disgusting mush.

What choice did she have? She began swallowing. She glanced to her side, and saw Selina looking like she might be sick, dealing with another spoonful of food herself. Her bib looked a bit messy, which made her look rather immature, but then Anya supposed her own must look the same as well.

She almost couldn’t believe it when she reached the bottom of the bowl, and then downed the bottle of milk as well. It tasted a bit strange, and it was only towards the end that her mind woke up enough to consider what type of milk it might be. It was too late anyway, and she finished off what she desperately hoped was just formula, and not something expressed.

She could barely stand by the time she was placed back down, finally unbuckled from those damnable straps, and Selina didn’t fare much better, wobbling on her feet and only struggling more to stand in that thick diaper. Perhaps she’d crawl off to those pillows, like some of the others had for a midday nap, the ones who seemed a bit more okay with not being grownup, and-

“Well as promised, you girls will get a chance to prove that you’re adults. Potty time!”

---

Anya stared at the potty, her eyes wide. It was big, plastic, white, and entirely a real potty, albeit sized up for her like everything else in this place. There was no flush, no way that she could sit without her legs raised and bent, and no privacy. She glanced at the row of potties by the edge of the daycare. Only one of them was used, by a Little who seemed to be finding some relief in finally going, and then there were the pair for her and Selina beside each other.

She couldn’t do this…

Yet the giantess was untaping her diaper, and she had to…

She gasped as the cool air hit her backside, which she’d almost forgotten was clammy and sweaty all day, having begun to get used to it. She didn’t resist as she was picked up and placed on the potty, just glad for the privacy, since even when she was undressed earlier in the day, she’d been on a changing table, where she and Selina couldn’t see each other’s privates.

“Go on,” the daycare worker said, “Prove that you’re a big girl.”

She had to do this. If she missed this chance, who knew, there was still four hours left. Then again, how often did she fail to hold it for a single day? Never. Even after a big meal. Of course, today’s had been extra big, especially after all those cookies, and that bottle had probably been several drinks worth.

She grunted, and squeezed her legs together, and was rewarded with a slight tinkling on the bottom of the potty.

Oh, geeze, she didn’t know that others would be able to hea-

Beside her, the same noise came from Selina’s potty.

Anya risked a glance over, seeing her friend’s thighs as she hunched over, then glanced away. She buried her face in her hands, getting this over with.

It didn’t feel very grownup to pee this way. This whole day could bite it.

---

There was another spanking happening somewhere nearby.

Anya lowered her head, and put more effort into playing with the dolls.

“Um, would you like to go to the mall?” she asked, aiming her doll at Selina’s doll in the space on the floor between their widely spread legs.

They were too exhausted to stand, or even try to pull their clothes down over their diapers now.

“Um yes that would be lovely,” Selina said, blushing, “I-”

She paused, as a deep rumble came from her belly.

“I um…”

Her face tightened.

“Sure, let’s go…”

They began bouncing their dolls along towards where their feet - clad in frilly socks and black mary jane shoes - met.

Anya’s belly rumbled, not for the first time. There was no way that she would have ever done a number two on a potty, not in a million years, but she was beginning to regret eating all those cookies. Surely somebody would find their IDs soon though, the woman must have been contacted. Otherwise the day was almost over anyway, and they’d proven that they could be grownups. Sort of. Well they were sitting on the floor in diapers playing with dolls - but it wasn’t their choice!

---

“Anya! Selina! Come here please.”

The daycare matron’s deep voice rumbled across the daycare.

A moment later, two pigtailed heads poked out from behind a play house, where they’d apparently been skulking, and then began waddling over with a blush.

They were almost there when they paused, spotting the woman who had entered, holding their two IDs.

The newcomer cocked her head, looking down at the two Littles as they covered the last few steps, in awkward, cute waddles.

“Hrm,” she said.

“Are these them?” the matron asked.

“Yes. I remember them from this morning, I found them near a liquor store.”

“And you confiscated their IDs?”

“Yes. They seemed fake, certainly not from around here at least. There was no mention of a school, which made me think they must be even younger, not older.”

“They’ve done reasonably well today. Not much of a hiccup, except being difficult about eating their lunch, according to their report card.”

“That might be as expected. I had the IDs checked.”

“And?”

“They may be real. It’s unclear. So I had to come see if they’ve been big girls today.”

The girls blushed, but stood hopefully so close to the exit.

A chime rang out.

“Four o’clock,” the matron announced, “That’s eight hours. That’s usually enough to determine whether they’re big girls or not.”

“And what’s your assessment?”

“They’re borderline. Didn’t offer to help out with anything today, and had a few sulks. But I’d say they’re passed.”

“Hrm, well, in that case,” the woman said, kneeling down with the two ID cards.

The two Little’s eyes widened, watching the cards get closer. The proof of their adulthood.

“Wait,” the Matron said, her brow furrowing.

The Littles looked up, horrified, as the Matron circled around them. They tried to turn so that they faced her, but it was hopeless in their thick diapers.

In a moment she’d snatched them by the rear waistbands of their diapers, and tugged them towards her while their helpless black mary janes slipped across the carpeted floor.

The Matron checked something, and then arched an eyebrow.

“Anya. Selina. I should have known.”

“Let me guess,” the woman said, the ID cards held just out of reach, “Those diapers are full.”

“They went to the potty just four hours ago,” the Matron tsked.

“Hrm, well, in that case,” the giantess said, pulling the ID cards away and slipping them into her purse. “I suppose it’s lucky I brought an alternative.”

She produced a stack of paper.

“Adoption forms.”

“What!” a little voice squeaked, “No! I-”

The Matron delivered a hard smack to her backside, which sent her silent.

“Young lady. We do not like that word when speaking to adults.”

“But-” the other squeaked, only to receive the same silencing swat.

“Claricia?” the Matron called out to a nearby worker.

The younger woman walked over, smiling as she saw the two cuties in the Matron’s grip.

“Can you please get these two spanked for trying to hide secrets from adults?”

“Of course. On the thighs, or-”

“On the diaper will be fine. They seem to think we don’t know it’s messy, after all, so it doesn’t need a change. Well, so long as the mother approves?”

She turned to the woman, who smiled and nodded.

“Of course. I don’t suppose you have some carseats I could rent, or perhaps even buy?”

“Oh we have a lot of adoptions straight from failed assessments, and have a small range of second-hand cribs, playpens, bottles, and highchairs which will get you started. We give out a free, packed diaper bag to any parent who enrols their new little ones here.”

The new mother smiled, and began making preparations as the two wide-eyed, bow-legged Littles were led away to the spanking corner.

Anya tried to convince herself that somebody would come looking for them. Of course, half the Littles in the room had thought the same, at one stage. And after all, how many of them had gone looking for Cassandra May? At most there’d be whispers about how Anya played on playgrounds now in dirty diapers, even some giggles. And, as she looked over at the pitiful pigtailed brat being laid across a lap beside her, her dirty diaper up in the air, her punishment about to begin for doing a terrible job of hiding that secret, she couldn’t help but feel, deep down, she deserved it. A moment later Anya realized that it was her own reflection in the mirror, and not Selina as she’d first thought. As the punishment began raining down on her backside, over something as simple as stealing some cookies in the end, Anya found her grip on adulthood cracking into pieces, just like the mess in her diaper which was going everywhere, reminding her that she was decidedly not much of a big girl, and whatever game she was playing for a time where she pretended otherwise was finally over, with the grownups having found her, and returned things to some long forgotten truth.