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When I woke up, Roxy had already gotten out of bed. I rolled over and groggily got out of bed, raising my arms above me as I stretched. My diaper crinkled softly under me as I walked over to the closet to find something to wear. Aside from the diaper, I was fully nude, having slept without a top on. I was rummaging through the closet when I felt something grab the back of my diaper, and I yelped.

"Still dry. That's good," said Roxy, with a smug look, as I turned around.

"Well, it's not like I wet the bed," I said back, nervously, as it occurred to me that that might happen at some point.

"Hey, it's good to check. We're gonna go out for breakfast. Let's get you out of that old, squirt filled diaper from last night and into something fresh," she said as I grabbed a shirt from the closet.

Honestly, it would be nice to be freshly padded for whatever she had in store for me. Then again, what did she have in store for me? My heart fluttered as I thought of the possibilities, and I got a little excited thinking about all the crazy things she probably had in store for me over the next couple weeks. I laid down on the floor, and Roxy expertly taped me into a fresh diaper, one that was particularly thick and babyish, covered with an assortment of cartoon characters and playful shapes. This diaper wasn't like the other ones that were more of a plain white, and it made me feel incredibly infantile and helpless, like I really needed them. It made me blush! I really felt like I was Roxy's plaything; that she could do anything she wanted with me. And I, desperately, desperately wanted her to.

I put on a pair of baggy sweatpants and a cute top. I stared at myself in the mirror: I knew that realistically, no one would think I was wearing a big baby diaper around my hips, but to me it seemed like the most obvious thing in the world. When we walked out to the driveway my legs were spread apart slightly by the padding and I had a slight waddle. I don't know how noticeable it all was, but between the waddle and the slight crinkle with every step, I was worried that everyone was going to know I was in a diaper. I felt embarrassed, especially because I had gathered that we were going somewhere public.

We got into one of Roxanne's cars, a grey Porsche from the early nineties that looked brand new. Roxanne had several cars, as she had an affinity for them. Having such a successful band gave us the luxury to indulge in some more expensive hobbies, such as Freddy's model railroad layout. Roxy has a small collection of sports cars that she treats very well, and I have to admit that Roxanne with her hair up, in overalls, is a nearly irresistible sight for me. I only ever drove my own car, a more modest but still expensive sedan; one that Roxanne had suggested for me when the band first got big.

Climbing into her car, I sat down with a crinkle, and shifted around feeling the padding press against my crotch. The thickness between my legs made itself known as I tried to push my thighs together and found it difficult. We pulled out onto the road, and drove towards the shoreline.

After a while, the roads we were driving down seemed unfamiliar to me, and before long we pulled into the parking lot of a nice looking diner I had never seen before. It was 10 o'clock in the morning on a Tuesday, which meant that the only other people who seemed to be at this isolated diner were old coots who had nothing better to do. I was pretty thankful for this; I didn't want to go anywhere where someone might recognize me.

The inside of the diner was surprisingly nice, and a nice older waitress had us sit at a booth along a row of windows that looked out onto the parking lot. I picked up my menu and started reading it before Roxy pulled my menu down and leaned across the table to me.

"Here's the deal. You're going to order this," she said, pointing at an absolutely massive stack of chocolate pancakes on the menu, "and we're not going to leave here until you've made a mess in your diaper."

My cheeks turned crimson. I stared straight at her with surprised eyes as she looked at me with that smug smile I love. I realized that I still hadn't pooped yet since she put me in these diapers, and I would probably have to go soon. Roxy probably knew that I usually went in the mornings. I shifted nervously as I looked at the provided picture of the pancakes, showing a stack of three, gigantic chocolate pancakes that would no doubt overfill my stomach while I emptied my bowels. I felt a little wet at the prospect of doing something so embarrassing, and so private, right here in the booth at a diner. It wasn't how I had envisioned my first diaper mess to go, but it made me feel so excited that I didn't want to safeword out.

When the waitress came I did exactly as I was told, and ordered the triple stack pancakes. I also ordered a large pink lemonade, at Roxy's request.

"That's a good girl," Roxy said after the waitress left. "Oh, and I forgot to mention: you'd better clear that whole plate, or there might be consequences."

When the lemonade arrived, Roxy asked if I would like anything to 'speed up the process,' which I turned down. Not a moment later, I felt my stomach gurgle. I wanted to believe that it was because of hunger, but I knew it probably wasn't.

The waitress put down the stack of pancakes in front of me and I stared in disbelief. It was huge! Each pancake was the size of my head! Roxanne giggled.

"You'd better eat up," she said as she dove into her food. I started cutting the three pancakes into manageable sizes. The chocolate from the chocolate chips would smear all over the knife as I cut through them, and Roxy watched in amusement as I had to fight with three huge pancakes in order to make them actually edible. When I finally had the whole thing cut up, I leaned back and admired my work, slightly tired. Roxanne picked up the bottle of syrup the waitress had provided, and poured a liberal helping of sugary syrup all over the pancakes. She didn't stop until they had basically been drowned in it.

I was a little appalled at how much syrup she'd poured onto it. Admittedly, though, I was pretty hungry, and I started eating. I can't lie: the pancakes were fantastic. I almost couldn't help myself! When I had gotten through about a third of the pancakes, I looked up to see that Roxanne was simply staring at me, smiling.

"What?" I said, with my mouth full of food.

"Someone's eager to eat those pancakes. You've got chocolate all over your beak," she replied, as she grabbed a napkin and leaned across the table to wipe my face off. I was a little embarrassed at the fact that I had chocolate all over my face, and I was flustered at the fact that Roxy took it upon herself to wipe my face. I probably looked super infantile and it made me blush.

That blushing wasn't helped by the fact that my bowels announced their presence to me at that moment with a gurgle. I don't think Roxy heard the noises, but I did. I felt a pressure increasing against my rear. I knew I had to eat fast if I didn't want to be stuck in public with a messy diaper for a while. I kept devouring the pancakes, trying to go as fast as I could, which wasn't easy. The amount of sugar and syrup was overwhelming, and I tried to ignore the syrup on my face as the issue in my rear became stronger and stronger.

I kept shoveling food into my face. I was starting to feel full, but I still had a little under half of the pancakes left. It had only been a few minutes since my bowels had announced their need to void, but the pressure and pain had gotten unbearable. I tried to more firmly press my butt flat against the chair, but the soft seats meant that this didn't help much. I clenched as tight as I could, but I was getting desperate. I kept stabbing the pancakes with my fork and shoving them into my mouth, trying to get as much into me before I couldn't hold it anymore.

My stomach was starting to hurt from holding it in, but I wanted to prolong the mess as long as I could so I could avoid sitting in it for longer, even considering the fact that the idea of pooping myself got me excited. I got hit with a cramp, and it took a lot of willpower not to lose it right there. I tried to eat more but it was difficult with how much energy I was expending trying to keep myself from pooping. My instincts were screaming at me to go to the bathroom before I had an accident, but I had to ignore them.

It got unbearable. I couldn't hold it. With a gasp I felt the dam break, and I lifted one of my legs slightly to give it more room. Roxy looked me in the eyes with a knowing smile as I began to soil myself right there in the booth, cheeks aflame. A solid log of poop came out, and found resistance against the diaper. Desperate for relief, I had to readjust and lift my whole butt off the seat a few inches to accommodate the mess. With the added room, it slid out into my diaper. It was indescribably hot and humid, and as it pushed out it expanded around my ass and into my diaper. With the mess coming out, my body registered it as a signal to release my bladder, and I audibly gasped as I felt the urine flow out into my diaper. I was done with only a few pushes, and finished peeing a moment later. The mess had spread all over my diaper, and had gotten mushy as it mixed with the urine. After I had finished I was frozen, breathing heavily, still hovering just above the chair.

"You might as well sit down and get comfortable," Roxanne said, quietly, breaking the silence. "You still have a lot of food left."

I lowered myself down slowly, cringing as I made contact with the seat and the hot mush spread quickly all around my large rear end and between my cheeks.

"Better eat up," she said. I looked at her plate and saw that she was already finished. Had Roxy not ordered me to finish, I would've been done as well, as I felt thoroughly satiated. Despite the fact that I was very full, I knew I had to keep eating. I tried not to think about the look of my brown, syrupy pancakes in comparison with the texture of my diaper as I dug in once more, trying to stomach all of the food before I was sick of it.

I didn't notice Roxy sign the check as I continued to laboriously eat my pancakes. Despite the fact that I felt more than full, I was able to swallow the last few bites of the food, albeit with much difficulty. I set down my fork on my plate, and looked at Roxy. In response, she picked up the fork and scraped it all around the plate, picking up pieces of chocolate, strewn about pancake pieces, and puddles of syrup before lifting it up to my mouth. I groaned, but opened my mouth and the fork was shoved in. Roxy repeated this three or four times until my plate was nearly perfectly clear, making me feel especially helpless as I sat there, pants full of poop, being fed by my girlfriend. I looked at her again, feeling uncomfortable in my very squishy diaper, which was starting to noticeably stink.

"You still have to finish the lemonade too," she said.

I picked up the plastic cup containing my large pink lemonade. It was still half full. I stuck the straw in my mouth and sucked up the lemonade as quickly as I could, trying not to let the sweetness overwhelm me. When I had reduced the cup to just ice, she seemed satisfied. Roxy slid herself out of the booth, stood up, and grabbed her purse before walking to the door. I did much the same, seemingly forgetting the effect sliding out of the booth would have, and cringed heavily as the warm mush in my pants smeared across my asscheeks. I awkwardly left the booth and headed towards the exit, following just behind Roxy. My diaper clung slightly to my ass as I went towards the door, and the walking simply served to smush everything around.

I cringed as I sat in the passenger seat of the car, the mush once again squishing against my backside. Roxy turned the keys and started the car, before pulling out of the parking lot and onto the open road. I sighed, glad to be out of public, but still feeling flustered from the whole thing.