Tiffany's Diaper Tales
                         Volume II
                      By BabyInDiapers
                     Written 01/31/2006
                        Chapter 034


Some time went on. Valentine's Day was approaching quickly. 
Robert's school was having a valentines dance and he invited 
me to go with him. I was happy that he invited me but I was 
also nervous about it because I would be around a bunch of 
high school kids that I didn't really know. I bought a nice 
dress to wear just for the occasion. The day of the dance I 
came home from school and was totally hyper. I sometimes acted 
hyper when I was nervous.


"Calm down sweetie. Your about to bounce off the walls." Mom 
said as she was fixing dinner. I told her how I was nervous 
because there would be lots of people that I didn't know 
there. "It'll be ok baby. You'll have a great time." After 
dinner mommy gave me a bath and then she fixed my hair up and 
I put on my dress. I even put on some lipstick and eye shadow. 
Mom insisted on taking pictures. So I obliged. The door bell 
rang at around seven. I opened the door. Robert was standing 
there in a tux. My parents took a few pictures of us together. 
Robert's mom was driving us. 


'Have fun you two." Dad said as he and mom stood by the door 
waving. We got in the car and Robert's mom dropped us off. 
I'll be here to pick you up at ten." Mrs. Taylor said. "Thanks 
for the ride Mrs. Taylor." I said as we got out of the car. We 
entered the building where the dance was being held. We worked 
our way through the crowd and sat down at one end of the place 
where there were lots of chairs.


Robert went to go get me a drink. He came back a while later. 
Some people came up to us. "Hey Robert." One girl said. "Hi." 
He replied. "So who's your date? I don't think I've seen her 
around here before." The girl said. "Her name is Tiffany, 
she's still in 8'th grade." Robert said. "Oh. I see." The girl 
said while laughing. I thought she was kind of snobbish. She 
left and no one really bothered us. "Come on let's go dance." 
Robert said when some slower songs were playing.


He and I slow danced for a while. I totally was having a 
wonderful time. It seemed like we were in our own little world 
even in the middle of a crowded dance floor. I really was glad 
mom double diapered me under my dress because from the drinks 
and the excitement I was wetting a lot. Every time I would let 
go Robert would smile at me. "Going pee?" he asked. I just 
smiled at him. He would often put his hand on my diapered 
tush. I loved it.


There were some other fast songs and it was hard to dance with 
a bulky diaper on so Robert an I sat down and talked. I began 
to feel the need to go number two. I really didn't want to do 
that here. At least here, no one knew I wore diapers, and plus 
Mrs. Taylor would be picking us up and I didn't want to here 
her negative comments. I tried to hold it in. It seemed like 
it was working ok. We got up and danced the last couple slow 
songs. We were holding onto each other.


During the last song I started to have tears down my face. I 
knew I was going to lose control soon. "What's wrong?" He 
asked. "Robert, I'm so sorry. I have to go poo and I cant hold 
it and I don't want to be messy and have everyone find out 
about my diapers here. I don't want to embarrass you. And I 
don't want your mom to be mean to me." I said while crying.


He pulled me closer. We weren't even really dancing, just 
hugging in the middle of the floor. "Just go baby." He said as 
he put his hand on my bottom. I buried my face into his chest 
crying from embarrassment and let nature run its course. I 
felt my diaper sagging with the weight of my load in it. 
"That's my girl. Now don't you feel much better baby?" he 
said. "Robert, I'm sorry." I said. "Don't be. I love you. I 
don't care what anyone else thinks, Not even my mom." He said 
as he kissed me first on the cheek then our lips locked. 


We began to sway to the beat without even concentrating on 
anything. We were just locked in a passionate kiss and 
embrace. It was not until the music stopped that I realized 
that we were still kissing. His hand was still on my diapered 
bottom. We quickly left the dance floor and went outside. NO 
one stopped us on the way out. So far no one knew I had a made 
a mess in my diaper accept Robert.


He sat on a bench. It was about 5 minutes til 10. He motioned 
for me to sit down in his lap. I did so and my dirty diaper 
squished all over my bottom. "God that feels so good baby." 
Robert said. I felt him fondling my breasts. "Robert, stop 
please." I said after a few seconds. "What's wrong?" he asked. 
"I'm just not comfortable doing this." I said.


I sat down next to him. "I'm sorry." I said while crying. "Hey 
it's ok. I'm sorry too. I mean I didn't want to upset you. I 
just let things get carried away. I'm sorry if I upset you." 
He said. "Its not just that Robert, I'm just dreading what 
your mom is going to say when she gets here." I said. "Don't 
worry about it. I promise, I'll take care of it." He said 
while letting me cry on his shoulder some more.


His mom pulled up. We got in the car. I wasn't crying anymore 
at this point. A moment or so after I was in the car Robert's 
mom turned to look at me. "Did you poop your pants?" she said 
coldly. I couldn't answer her. "Mom, leave her alone. She's 
really upset about it." Robert said. "Never seemed to bother 
her before. I thought she liked it." His mom said. "I hate 
you!" I said as I started crying uncontrollably. Robert's mom 
pulled the car over. "I've had it with you!" she yelled. She 
took her cell phone out and called my mom. "Tanya, you need to 
come get your daughter. I've had enough of her. We're by the 
Mc Donald's on 5'th street." She said as she hung up.


"Now get out and go wait inside for your mother." She said. I 
was scared. "No, please, I don't wanna." I said while wiping 
my face with my arm. "Get out!" she yelled. I got out of the 
car and slammed the door. Robert then got out and his mom was 
yelling at him. "Get in now or you're grounded for a month!" 
she said. I turned to look at him. "Just go Robert." I said 
while blowing my nose with a tissue I had in my purse. "I'm 
sorry Tiff." He said. I just walked into the Mc Donald's and 
sat down in the back trying to avoid attention. 


I started to cry and I put my head down on the table. "Hey are 
you ok?" the manager said. "Just leave me alone." I said as I 
put my head back down. "Did you have an accident in your 
pants?" he asked. "No! just go away!" I screamed at the guy 
and then took my purse and ran into the bathroom and locked 
myself in a stall. I sat there and peed in my diaper. Normally 
such a messy and wet diaper would feel wonderful to me, but at 
this moment I was so upset that it didn't help at all.


A bit later I heard someone come into the ladies bathroom. 
"Tiffany are you in here baby?" a lady said. It sounded like 
my mom. I was so emotional at that moment that I couldn't 
really think straight. "Mommy!" I cried as I opened the stall 
door and we hugged tightly. "What happened?" she asked while 
holding me. "Mrs. Taylor yelled at me cuz my diaper messy 
mommy I couldn't hold it. I didn't wanna do it but I couldn't 
help it. Robert tried to stick up for me but she's mean 
sometimes mommy." I said while sobbing.


Mommy just held me. I calmed down a little. "I kind of thought 
you might be messy so I brought your diaper bag. Let mommy 
change you and we'll go home ok?" "Otay mommy." I said. She 
laid me on the changing table. I barely fit up on those things 
anymore but with my head dangling over and my feet in the air, 
It still could hold my weight. Mommy diapered me so lovingly 
all the while just talking baby talk to me. I was still 
crying. I was fighting myself because I was regressing. I 
didn't want to just give in and become a baby. I wanted to be 
a big girl. But a bigger part of me wanted to regress. I 
finally gave in and by the time we were in the car I was 
laying in the backseat with a pacifier in my mouth.


Mommy breast fed me that night and put me to bed. She then 
called Robert's mom and really had it out with her. Mom came 
in a while later. "Honey, how come you never told me you had 
Robert over when we were gone on that cruise that one time?" 
mom asked. I didn't answer.


"I'm not mad baby. I talked to her and she apologized for how 
she acted. She said that tomorrow after school you are welcome 
to come over for dinner." Mom said. "I don't wanna go." I 
said. "You don't have to baby." Mom said. She laid down next 
to me. Once I fell asleep she left my room and went to cuddle 
up with daddy in their bed. I slept ok given all that had 
happened. Thank god for mommy's loving arms and for her soft 
comforting breasts and her wonderful breast milk that seems to 
work like a tranquilizer for me. My mommy's love for me was 
the biggest miracle in my life. She had the power of healing a 
broken heart. 


The next few days went by. I didn't want to talk to Robert or 
his mom. Finally after church one day I felt that God was 
really moving me towards forgiving her and I needed to go make 
peace with all that. That afternoon I called and asked if I 
could come over. My mom dropped me off. I sat down with Robert 
and his parents. "Look I'm so sorry about the other night." I 
said. "No, I'm the one that should apologize." Mrs. Taylor 
said. "I don't know why I get so upset sometimes, but I had no 
right to leave you the other night. I am so sorry." She said 
while hugging me. "I'm sorry I was messy too. I didn't want to 
be but I couldn't help it." I said. "It's ok. I will learn to 
live with it honey. You're a nice girl. I still can't see what 
on earth you like about diapers, but it's your thing honey and 
I can't judge you for what you like." She said. "Thanks. I'm 
glad you aren't mad about that anymore." I said. We sat down 
to dinner and it was good. Robert and I watched TV for a while 
until it was time for me to go home.


That night I went to bed feeling so much better. It had been a 
long time coming. Mrs. Taylor and I would be able to get along 
after all. I never thought I'd see the day. I could tell that 
she really meant what she said to me that night. As usual, 
with Mr. Fluffy enfolded in my arms, and a pacifier in my 
mouth, and a slightly wet diaper on my hiney; I fell asleep.