New Year, New Baby, Pt. 2
“Sup, nerds! It’s ya girl, AyayaGirl, out celebrating my New Year’s Eve in style and bringing all of you along for the ride!” said Ayaya as she stood on the porch outside of Lelaya’s house. Ayaya was a streamer, vlogger, and social media influencer, and a damn good one too. And her rise to prominence was no mistake. Her talent for standing out, promoting herself, and always somehow finding the next big thing had kept her on top.
As Ayaya knocked on the door, she continued to narrate, “My first stop of the night is courtesy of my streaming buddy, Misa, who said I absolutely couldn’t miss this party. Don’t know how long I’m gonna stay, but-”
The door was promptly opened, cutting off Ayaya’s monologue. Lelaya stood on the other side, smiling gleefully at a new guest, “Hiya! Welcome to my New Year’s Bash! You must be one of Mia or Misa’s friends!”
“Yeah, I…” said Ayaya, who was at a loss for words over Lelaya’s less than mature attire. Holding up her phone, a dastardly smirk crawled across her face, “...yeah. Um, that’s quite an outfit you have on.” She struggled to keep a handle on her laughter.
Sensing no malice in Ayaya, Lelaya spun around happily for the camera, giggling all the while. “Isn’t it?! I was SUPPOSED to be the Baby New Year tonight, at least until another of my bestest friends demanded to make it a competition,” she said, her personality turning from sweet and bubbly to jealous and bratty within the span of one short sentence. She stepped back, allowing for Ayaya to enter her home.
Grimacing, Ayaya entered through the door, welcomed by the overwhelming aroma of baby powder. When Misa had texted her about this party, she assumed it was gonna be a massive rager, not a babysitting gig. If even one person asked her to wear a diaper, she was outta here.
“Ayaya! I didn’t expect you to be here too early,” said Misa, who ran up to Ayaya and gave her a big hug. The two proceeded to do an overly long, secret handshake, all while Mia and Lelaya watched on in amazement. “Happy New Year girl! How’s the stream going?”
Tapping on her phone, Ayaya paused the stream, her facial expression instantly changing from a disappointed smile to an eye-rolling scowl, “Ugh! I’m only getting a few hundred. And what the hell?! You said I just HAD to see this party. There’s like three people here and one of them is wearing a god damn diaper!”
“Ah! Ah! Ah!,” butted in Lelaya, somehow taking no offense from Ayaya’s comments, “Two somebodies! You haven’t even met the Baby New Year yet!”
Mia, who was doing everything she could to hide behind Lelaya, was pulled forward to meet Misa’s online friend for the first time. She’d heard a lot about her and always thought she sounded like a very intimidating personality. Now that she was standing in front of her, she knew her assumptions were correct. “H-hi, I don’t usually dress like this,” she said, trying to deflect her humiliation.
As Mia stood awkwardly blushing, the gears in Ayaya’s head began to turn. “This fucking bitch,” she thought, smiling through the bitter jealousy she was internally feeling, “Acting so cute and innocent, like she isn’t pulling this stunt to be the center of attention. Well, if that’s what she wants, she’s gonna get it, as well as help her viewership while she was at it.”
Ayaya held her phone up, flipping the camera back on herself, “Sorry for the brief pause everyone! Your favorite AyayaGirl has fallen down the rabbit hole and arrived in Diaperland by the looks of things!” She turned the camera back on Mia, giving the girl no time to cover up, “Go ahead and introduce yourself, cutie pie!”
Mia was mortified to be recorded in such a state. She looked over at Misa, hoping her best friend would bail her out of this somehow, but her friend showed not a single inkling of empathy. “I-I, uh…my name is…uh…Mia, and um-”
“Oh! My! Goddess! You are just the cutest thing!” said Lelaya, who ran over, not missing a beat to put herself in the center of attention. She hugged Mia close, their diapers inadvertently rubbing up against each other, “Mia’s new to diapers, so she’s just a bit nervous, but I’m sure she’ll open up more as the night goes on.”
Joining Lelaya's hug attack on Mia, Misa stepped in front of the camera, placing an arm around the diaper-clad girls, “That’s for sure since being more diplomatic about who would be the Baby New Year was all your idea! You should’ve seen how giddy Mia was when she first tried on her diapee!”
“I was not!” asserted Mia in what felt like the making of a tantrum. She just couldn’t help it. “If you guys are just gonna bully me tonight then I’m gonna-”
DING! … DING DING DING*
Ayaya looked down as messages began to flood in. “Who’s the cutie in a diaper?” “Such a pwetty Baby New Year!” “Looks like the big baby could use a nap!” She was used to pulling in decent numbers, but this was outstanding. “OMG!!! My view count has almost doubled since I walked into this lame party! Misa, I don’t get how your instincts are always right, but I owe ya one girl,” she said, joining the ongoing group hug with Mia trapped in the center.
“Oh, don’t worry, I’m sure Mia will do wonders for your view count all evening,” said Misa, giving the knife in Mia’s gut an extra twist.
After a few seconds of struggling, Mia broke out of the four-person hug, slightly out of breath, “All…evening?! Nuh-uh! It’s already bad enough that…I have to wear this, I don’t want it posted online. Sorry…Ayaya, was it? Could you just edit me out of your video?”
“Oh sweetheart,” said Ayaya, getting up close to Mia and booping her on the nose, “I’m not recording, we’re live in front of nine hundred people right now. Say hi!”
For Mia, it was as if the atmosphere in the room shifted. The air felt heavier. Several hundred people were currently gawking at her in a diaper, watching as she was shamed by her friends. It was then that she could feel the eyes of every viewer.
DING DONG!
“Ooh! More guests!” shouted Lelaya, throwing her hands in the air and rushing towards the door.
Mia’s eyes went wide, “I don’t think I can take anymore.” With no further pause, she bolted down the hallway and towards the bathroom, ready to change back into her normal underwear. Unfortunately, as she ripped open the bathroom door, she found the spot where she’d hidden her panties was vacant.
Storming back out to the living room, Mia shouted, “Okay, where the hell are my panties?!” She was too furious to register that the living room was now filled with people who all turned to stare at her. The confidence that carried her into the room dissipated almost instantly. “Um…I-I…”
“Mia!” screamed Lelaya from the other side of the room, “Attention everyone, this is tonight’s guest of honor! Our Baby New Year!” Everyone within earshot gave a hardy cheer at the news, much to Mia’s dismay.
Ayaya and Misa came up from behind Mia, each of them locking arms with her. “Silly baby,” cooed Misa, finding this much too delicious to not see how far this all goes, “You’re nowhere near ready for big girl panties.”
“That’s right! I think diapers are far more fitting,” said Ayaya who, while she’d never interacted with any adults in diapers, couldn’t help but feel an insanely satisfying amount of pleasure in completely dominating someone back into babyhood. Not only that, but she figured the worse she made things for Mia, the better her views would get. “Hey, Lelaya, do you have a playpen or something to keep the little brat from running off.”
An evil smirk grew on Lelaya’s face, “Hehehe, I have something even better. I had it prepped with me in mind, but I think it’ll be perfect for our new Baby New Year!” Grabbing a few others, she led a party down the hallway and into one of the rooms.
All the while, Mia was held in place, able to do nothing more than wait. The rapturous laughter that escaped down the hallway only made the situation more foreboding. A few tugs against her captors’ hands were all she needed to know she wasn’t gonna be able to break free. All of Misa’s habitual gaming had given her ridiculous grip strength in spite of her sedentary lifestyle.
GASP!
Suddenly, Ayaya’s grip went limp as she stared deep into her phone. “M-Misa…” She held up her phone for Misa to see, showing off the nearly 3,000 viewers she had amassed over the last several minutes, “H-have diapers always been this popular?”
“Oh yeah! Diapers are very POOPular!” yelled Lelaya as she strutted down the hall, leading a group of people carrying a large high chair that was painted silver and gold. “And now we have a throne fit for such a special Baby New Year!”
Mia couldn’t believe her eyes. She had to be dreaming or stuck in the Twilight Zone or something! However, as Misa and Ayaya lifted her up in the air and ferried her towards the extremely infantile seat, she was made aware that this was all too real. She wanted to protest, but she was at a genuine loss for words.
CLICK!
In no time, Mia found herself locked into the high chair by a large, wooden tray, unable to reach the latch on the backside of the seat. She was stuck in place unless someone was merciful enough to let her out. “N-No! Get me out of this thing!”
“But where’s the fun in that? You don’t want to disappoint so many adoring fans do you?” asked Ayaya as she stepped behind Mia and held the phone in front of them for a selfie shot, “Big smiles, cupcake. You and I are going viral tonight!”
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“Five minutes till the New Year!”
More cheers broke out amongst the raging house party. Over the last several hours, Lelaya’s New Year’s bash was as rowdy as they come, with Lelaya leading the charge. Double-fisting two glasses of champagne, the diaper lover’s nappy coverings had come off long ago, leaving both Lelaya and her exposed diaper to cut loose on the dance floor.
Yet, despite how outrageous Lelaya’s behavior was, she couldn’t capture the center of attention away from the guest of honor. Mia, who was still stuck in the high chair, hadn’t been allowed out all night. She didn’t even have alcohol to make the evening go by, since “ThAt’S a GrOwN uP dRiNk!!!” Instead, she’d been made to endure teasing and babying on a cataclysmic level. If even one more person felt up her diaper to see if it was wet, she was gonna lose it.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, Ayaya wouldn’t leave her alone for more than a few seconds at a time. She’d found her cash cow, and she was gonna milk it for all it was worth.
Speaking of milk, she’d been fed a plethora of various baby foods and beverages. Mushy peas and carrots collected in her guts, kept nice and loose by copious amounts of milk and formula. Her stomach was so bloated and felt like it could burst if she ate even one wafer-thin mint. And yet, her bladder and bowels had managed to hold on. With all the stunts that had been pulled tonight, one thing they hadn’t managed to regress was her potty training. And with how close she was to midnight, she was determined to hold on, even as fits of gas rippled out into her diaper.
Entering the living room, Misa held two shot glasses in hand, each filled to the brim with clear liquid. She walked over to Ayaya, whispering in her ear, before walking over to Mia and setting one of the shots on her tray, “Hiya girl, how goes it?”
“Do I have to answer that question?” droned Mia, far too socially, mentally, and physically exhausted to deal with any more of Misa’s bullshit.
Misa was slightly taken aback, not used to hearing her bestie sounding so annoyed, “Rawr! And here I was with extending the olive branch.” She took the shot in her hand and clinked it against the one on the tray before downing it, “Woooo! Come on, Mia. Just a couple more minutes and you get to party with the rest of us.”
Relaxing a bit, Mia had to admit that shot looked very inviting after the night she’d had, and she was more than ready to induce memory loss with binge drinking. She picked up the shot and downed it, savoring the bitter flavor, “Woof! What is that?”
“Hehe, you like? I’ll give you the whole bottle in a sec. Let’s get ready for the countdown!” said Misa, perhaps a bit too excitedly, as she removed the tray and let Mia out of her infantile stockade. The two of them stepped forward, looking towards the television, which was showing live coverage of the ball dropping in New York City.
“Only one minute left until 2022!” said Ayaya, holding her phone in selfie mode as she and everyone else prepared to ring in the New Year.
Mia couldn’t believe she survived this mortifying night. In all honesty, she was shocked it wasn’t worse. Other than some embarrassing selfies, she could probably talk her way out of this if anyone asked by saying she was just being a good sport. As she watched the clock tick down with Misa’s arm around her shoulder, she felt a deep warmth growing in the pit of her stomach.
GRUUUUUUUUUUMBLE!
Doubling over, Mia’s gut echoed out a powerful gurgle. It was so loud that everyone in the room went quiet at the sound of it. “Whoa, I think I better goOOOOOO!”
GUUUUUUURRRRRGLE!
Everyone standing around took two steps back, leaving Mia and Misa isolated in the center of the living room. Directly in front of both of them was Ayaya, who was in the perfect position to capture everything that was about to happen, “Time for the big finale that all ten thousand of you have been waiting for!”
Mia wrapped her arms around her tummy trying to calm it down. She wanted nothing more than to run out of the room to avoid further embarrassment, but the intense cramps she was feeling had her glued in place. She looked over to Misa, terror filling her eyes as she saw her bestie’s wicked smirk. The malicious gamer reached into her pocket and pulled out a small bottle with a label that read, “CrissBaby Lightning Laxatives! Works in less than one minute!”
Mia’s jaw dropped, unable to believe Misa of all people would do that to…actually, she could totally believe it. “Y-you…bit- Ooooooh!”
“Here it comes, everyone!” screamed Ayaya, as the countdown on TV began.
“10! 9!” chanted the party-goers, ready to watch two balls drop simultaneously.
“8! 7!” shouted Misa, removing her arm from around Mia and taking a step backward so she could soak in the show.
“Hey, what’s going on? Is it New Year’s already?” yelled Lelaya, from down the hall, who was far too preoccupied showing off her toys to notice the time.
“4! 3!” bellowed out Ayaya as she moved around the camera so that both she and Mia were in frame.
“2! 1!” Mia was silent as the voices swarmed around her. She knew she couldn’t hold it any longer. Squinting her eyes closed, she winced in pain, frustration, and deep humiliation.
“Happy New Year!”
*BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRTT!!!!”
The moment the clock struck midnight, Mia’s bowels exploded with a rush of runny poop, filling her pampers for not only the first time tonight but also the first time since Mia was an actual baby. The crowd went wild as her diaper continued to expand, gaining mass with each passing second.
Pushing through the crowd, Lelaya finally broke through, “WHAAA?! Mia pooped her diaper?! Why didn’t anyone tell me?!?!?!” She ran over to give Mia a big hug, wrapping her arms around the petrified girl and grabbing onto her messy diapee. “Hehehe, I know that feeling! I’ve got several more Lightning Laxatives if you want to make your hypermess even bigger!”
“B-Bigger?! Nononono!” screamed Mia, pushing back from Lelaya’s embrace. Unfortunately, such a maneuver left her unbalanced and sent her tumbling back onto her messy seat with a loud plop. “EEEEEEEEWWW!!!! LELAYA!!!!”
A large “Awwwww!” swept throughout the room, sending shivers of sheer shame throughout Mia's spine. However, as mortified as she was in that moment, she only had one thing on her mind. She didn’t know how or when, but Misa was gonna pay for this someday.
As Lelaya and Misa sat down next to Mia, likely for someone good, old-fashioned teasing, Ayaya focused her phone camera back on herself, satisfied with the amazing haul she got tonight. “Thank you to all of my subscribers, Big and Little! Thanks to our wonderful Baby New Year, 2021 certainly went out with a BANG! Until next time, this is your favorite AyayaGirl signing off! Happy New Year!”
THE END.