Vaggi was stirred from her slumber by a sound. A cloying squalling sound that seemed familiar but off. Rubbing the sleep from her eye Vaggi turned on the lamp and caught a glimpse at the time. It was so early, what’s going on? Who’s crying? “Charlie?”
The adrenaline accelerated her rise to waking but even then she wasn’t quite sure what she was looking at when she turned her head. The fallen angel knew what her girlfriend sounded like when she cried, she’d comforted her more than enough times. But this was decidedly different. Her arms and legs were flailing, arms balled up tight above the covers while legs below shifted the blankets. Her eyes were squeezed shut but no tears fell as her face pinched in pure discontentment. And her voice was that of one who didn’t know the words to put to their war cry of need. “Waaaah! nnWaaaa!! WAAAAAAA!!!”
“Charlie, baby, what’s… wrong?” Vaggi had gone from confused to concerned to scared and now back to confused as Charlie uncoordinated kicking legs finally freed her lower half from its bedding and revealed what lay underneath. When the couple went to bed just a few hours earlier Charlie was wearing a red nightie with a pair of sexy undies she knew Vaggi liked, for the purposes of fooling around of course. And she still wore these two things, but the third was definitely new. That third component being a diaper so thick and poofy it stretched the parties thin over its surface, offering a glimpse of the duckie print of the padding beneath.
As thrown as she was, Charlie was still Vaggi’s number one priority. And just the slightest investigation proved she needed to be…
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