The Pampr Files (Full Book)

Olive sat in her favorite coffee shop, The Black Drop, and let the odor of roasted beans sink into her brain. It was important to make that connection – and warm her brain up to the idea of waking – before her morning Americano first touched her lips. She couldn’t have explained why, and didn’t think she needed to do so. I know better than to disrupt my own rituals. Ritual was why she was out for morning coffee in a rumpled blue jogging suit instead of real clothes – and why her messy hair had been rudely shoved into a bun, instead of being styled in the slightest. The morning had started with difficulty, but Olive always started her morning with coffee at eight. Always.

The Black Drop was as messy as Olive’s bun at first glance. Tucked into the half-basement of Ardenthill’s historic City Hall building, the massive brick columns that crowded the space were Revolutionary War relics of the building’s reinforcement against being shelled. Official city business had long moved to a more modern and spacious setting, leaving the old building as little more than a museum and tourist attraction. The half-basement had gone unused, until a co-op of baristas decided its funky shapes and quiet corners made for the perfect coffee shop. They’d filled every nook and cranny with cozy furniture from estate sales. Between the furniture, and the basement’s past as an archive, a musty smell was ever-present.

For a regular of the Black Drop like Oliva, the shop’s scent was comfort personified. No coffee shop in town had as good a reputation for being welcoming to people on the fringes of society, from queer folk like Olive to members of Ardenthill’s unhoused community. With her nose fully satisfied, Olive sipped her coffee. The crema on top was perfect, something only the Black Drop could manage on an Americano. A shiver of happiness rippled down Olive’s spine. While her first sip of life-sustaining caffeine soaked in, Oliva’s fingers wandered over her phone’s apps. She bounced off the news – it was all bad, as usual – flipped to her favorite funny pictures site, but found nothing new since she’d checked it from bed. Working on autopilot, Olive’s fingers opened the Pampr app.

The playful pink and blue buttons of the app showed Olive some new messages, but her hopes were low. Predictably, each message she opened launched straight into baby talk, demanding that Olive fulfill the Little’s fantasies and treating her as nothing more than a source of kinky gratification. The app’s distinctive baby-rattle notification sound caught Olive’s ears. She blushed and quickly moved to silence her phone – but found it already on silent. A glance at her profile picture showed no new notifications had come in. So where did the sound…

Another baby-rattle notification sound had Olive looking up in surprise at a woman huddled in a tawny armchair, phone clutched close to her face. All her attention was consumed by the screen. The woman’s Kool-Aid-Red pigtails had bobbed as the sound came in, making Olive sure she had her culprit. Though Pampr catered to all members of the ABDL community, in Olive’s experience it was most often used by Littles looking for a caregiver, and vice-versa. If she had to guess which side of that fence the redheaded woman was on, her pigtails were a strong indicator, but there were other signs as well. For one thing, the way she was scrunched in her chair with her knees to her chest was a classic Little pose. On top of the fuzzy socks peeking out of her poorly-tied sneakers and her lamb-stuffie-purse, detective Olive was sure she had a Little on her hands.

Searching the app by location pulled up a profile with no picture five feet away. Why the girl would have location turned on but not upload a picture mystified Olive – and left her needing another way to verify that the cutie she was observing was attached to that account. Olive flipped to the Black Drop’s customer app and ordered a steamed milk in a paper cup with lid to be delivered to table eight. She knew the number without needing to check the brass plate on her potential-Little’s table. It’s dangerous for me to have my favorite coffee shop across the street from my apartment. The staff liked to joke that she could work a shift at the shop without missing a beat – Olive had gotten to the point that she couldn’t deny it.

When the drink arrived, the redhead looked at her server in confusion, a look to which the server paid no heed. At any time before ten A.M. in a coffee shop, the confused and the drowsy were indistinguishable. Licking her lips nervously, Olive sent the message she had queued up to the photo-less Pampr account. A few moments later – when the message arrived from SPACE – Olive heard the Pampr rattle for the third time. Got you!

The redheaded girl – Olive refused to think of her as her screen name, PnKbEar03 – looked around frantically. Olive smiled and waved right away, hoping she hadn’t freaked the girl out too much. The blush that spread across the girl’s freckled nose melted Olive’s heart, and her lopsided smile had Olive weak in the knees. Even caught off guard, the potential Little wasn’t all shy blushes – she picked up her gifted drink and approached Olive’s table.

“You bought this for me?”

“I did. I’m Olive, by the way.” Olive grinned as the girl blushed a second time.

“Oh, sorry, I’m Haylee.” She squirmed awkwardly on her toes, glancing down at the rust-colored beanbag-chair next to Olive’s table.

“Would you like to sit with me?” Olive patted the beanbag. “I’d love that.”

Haylee took a seat, her eyes falling to her phone. She was swiping and tapping her way through screens, and while Olive couldn’t see the girl’s screen, she was pretty sure she knew what the content was.

“How’s my profile look?”

Haylee fumbled her phone and tucked it hurriedly under her leg. “I wasn’t.. okay I was, but you got to see my profile first.”

“I’m not upset.” Olive’s warm smile was returned by a wide-eyed grin from Haylee, which revealed that the girl had dimples. I am crushing hard on this cutie. “Try your drink.”

Naturally obedient, Haylee took a sip of her steamed milk. She frowned and tilted her head at Olive in confusion. “What is it?”

“Warm milk – in a sippy cup, more or less.”

If Haylee had been cute with a slight blush across the nose, she was downright edible with her face scarlet, right to the tips of her ears. Olive let the girl be flustered, biting her lip and watching Haylee’s blush slowly fade.

“Nobody ever flirted with me like this before.” Haylee tucked her head down between her shoulders. “It’s really hot.”

“You’re really cute – and sexy.” Olive reached out hesitantly, stroking Haylee’s arm when the girl nodded. “I heard the Pampr notification, then when I saw you had to try something. I’m not usually this forward.”

“I’m not usually this shy either. I wanted to try wearing – uh, some kind of Little stuff out today and it has me nervous.”

Olive’s eyebrows show up. “Are those pigtails, socks, and purse all you’re – wearing?”

“No.” Haylee smiled bashfully and looked away. Quietly, she added, “I’m in a pullup.”

“Oh dear, maybe I shouldn’t have bought you a second drink. I wouldn’t want you to have an accident without your Mommy here to help you.”

“I don’t have a Mommy.”

“Then you’d better let me…” Olive’s voice faltered, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Never mind being forward, she was about to let something positively brazen fall out of her mouth. Wildly emboldened by how well things had gone so far, Olive finished her sentence, “check that you’re dry.”

Hayley’s breath caught in her throat, but her eyebrows were drawn together anxiously. Olive quickly added. “With a quick peek in the back.”

“O-okay.” Hayley stood up, dithering for a moment and wiping her palms on her swirled-rainbow leggings. One deep breath later, she took a seat on Olive’s lap.

The brief peek Olive took in the back of the girl’s leggings confirmed that she was wearing a pullup – and tantalized Olive to the point that she wished she was wearing absorbent panties herself. Carefully, she rested an arm on Haylee’s waist and thigh. Just as tentatively, Haylee rested her forearm on Olive’s shoulder.

“I have to go to work – but I don’t wanna,” Hayley said.

“I do too, soon.” Olive drew the Little girl’s hip closer, and was rewarded by Haylee leaning against her. “I want to see you again.”

“Me too. Can you message me? I’m – bad at starting conversations like that.”

“Of course. Do you have to go right away?”

Haylee nodded sadly – she gave Olive a quick squeeze before getting back to her feet.

“You’re wearing to work? Naughty.” Olive grinned at Hayley’s excited giggle. “Take your milk with you, and be sure to drink it all.”

“Okay – message me.” Haylee scooped up her drink and her phone, nearly stuffing the first in her purse before she got her phone inside the stuffed lamb instead. Tucking her drink into her elbow, Haley made a heart with her hands as she backed away from Olive’s table.

Olive peered through her own hand-heart at Haylee and winked. Long after the Little girl had gone, her bubble-gum perfume lingered. It took until Haylee’s scent faded for Olive’s heart to resume its normal rhythm.

~~~~*~~~~

Haylee shifted her weight nervously from one foot to another as the echoes of Olive’s doorbell faded away. It seemed safer that she wouldn’t know where I live, but now I’ll be in her apartment.  Meeting in public had been out of the question, considering the – activities – they’d planned on the app. As requested, Haylee was wearing a diaper under her pleated skirt. The rainbow-striped fabric fell past her knees, making it her most diaper-safe skirt. Along with a rainbow unicorn tee, it also was one of her most Little outfits – at least among the ones she could wear outside. It was strange wearing the outfit outside of a Pride celebration, but she’d never had occasion to walk to a Mommy’s house before.

Olive opened the door, revealing an apartment just as new and nice as the building’s exterior. Not that Haylee had eyes for the room, after seeing Olive in a low cut pants bodysuit. The silky looking tan material was thin – Olive was clearly not wearing a bra. Though she wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting when the door opened, Haylee was certain it hadn’t been so much raw sexiness.

“Haylee, you look adorable, come in!” Olive reached for Haylee, at the same time Haylee reached out. Their hands bumped in an awkward dance, both women wanting to touch the other and shying away. Haylee giggled and broke the stalemate by leaning for a hug. The warm awareness of Olive’s body that soaked through her clothes made Hayley tremble with anticipation. That bodysuit is so thin!

“Can I kiss you?” Olive barely had the words out of her mouth before Haylee’s eyes were closed and her lips parted. Nor did she have to wait for her kiss, pressing against Olive’s body all the closer when the other woman squeezed her rear through her skirt.

“That feels like more substantial padding. Good girl.” Olive took Haylee’s hands and walked her to the couch. They sat with their knees turned toward each other, nervously clasping hands. “I know we talked about doing a lot of things in chat the last couple of days. It’s important for you to know that it’s okay if we don’t do some, or even all of those things.”

“I know that’s the right thing to say…” Haylee caught her lip between her teeth while she gathered her courage. “I appreciate it and all but… it wouldn’t be totally okay with me because I want to do at least some of what we talked about.”

Olive laughed. “I’m trying to keep from scaring you off, and it’s a responsible way to open our date.”

“I didn’t come here to be responsible, I came to be Little.” Haylee scooted closer to Olive. “Is that okay?” Am I being selfish?

“I can be comfortable with that if you’re not planning on bratting.” Olive put her arm around Haylee, which the Little girl took as an invitation to tip over and put her head in Olive’s lap. “At least on our first night, I’m going to take a no from you as a real no, which means it stops us playing, or at least the activity I’m trying to get you to do.”

“That sounds right.” Haylee nodded, delighted to feel Olive’s fingers teasing the hair at the nape of her neck. “I think it’s because we already talked about some safety stuff that I feel comfortable trusting you. I’ll be a good girl for you.”

“How about if I want to feed you a bottle of water? What does my good girl think about that?”

“But – you already told me to drink water before I came over.”

“And now I’m telling you that I want you to drink more. Is that a no?”

Haylee shook her head. Tiny beads of sweat broke out across her chest and shoulders. I’m going to be so wet. Wetter, anyway. “Whatever Mommy wants.”

“Mommy wants a lot. I’ve had fantasies since I saw you curled up in that chair.” Olive pulled Haylee to a sitting position and kissed her. Long and slow, the kiss went from tentative lip-nibbles to torrid tongue tangling. The heat in Haylee’s shoulders moved down to her belly and stoked a boiler-flame. Olive’s hands brushing her sides made Haylee’s toes tingle. The moment their lips parted, she stripped her shirt off reflexively.

“Getting naked at the drop of a hat, just like a baby?” Olive guided Haylee onto her back, climbing atop the Little girl. Kisses along Haylee’s collarbone encouraged her to arch her chest and gave Olive’s hands room to unclasp her bra. She parted her legs to either side of Olive, only to have them lifted high, losing her skirt on her back in a diaper position. Appropriately enough, she was down to her diaper, having lost her flats at the door.

Looking at Olive between her legs, Haylee could easily imagine being changed by her. Olive’s strong jawline and light brown hair were perfect, matching the mommy of many a sweaty fantasy that Haylee had had between her sheets. A warm hand on Haylee’s belly stopped her breath until Olive began stroking in gentle circles. The motion was fuel to the fire in Haylee’s belly and awakened a needy ache between her legs. When Olive stood up, Haylee’s whine was genuine, not part of the play at all.

“I’m getting your bottle. Be a good girl and wait there for me.”

Mommy might have commanded her to wait, but she didn’t say anything about what Haylee had to do while she waited. The Little girl had a thumb in her mouth and a hand in her diaper the moment Olive turned her back. In the short time it took Olive to return with a baby bottle of water, Haylee was whimpering around her thumb.

“No, no, baby girl.” Olive gently extracted Haylee’s hand from her diaper and licked her sticky fingers clean. “That’s not for you to touch.”

Haylee groaned when Olive licked her. “Mommy, I’m so hot. I need – I need you to touch me.”

“That doesn’t sound like a cure for being hot at all. Let’s try some nice cool water instead.” Olive paid no mind to Haylee’s frustrated moan as she sat the girl up and laid Haylee’s head on her lap. Nor did she hold the bottle to Haylee’s lips for more than a moment before pressing the rubber nipple against them.

Though she owned a baby bottle of her own, Haylee had never mustered the will to use it. The times she’d tried, she’d gotten distracted during the prep process and abandoned the prop in favor of a sexy story or simply putting her hands in her diaper. Cradled in Olive’s arms, sucking on a bottle made her blush even if it was just water instead of milk. Her hands found Olive’s breasts and cupped them, marveling at how nearly-bare they felt through the silky fabric. In a mere few minutes, Haylee had a full belly and Olive’s face was flushed. Catching her Mommy’s hard nipple between her index and middle fingers made Olive buck her hips and moan.

If Haylee’s belly was full, her bladder was on the edge of bursting. Mommy had told her to empty her water bottle before coming over, and Haylee’s held over a liter. Her diaper crinkled as she pressed her legs together – Haylee winced when the pressure between her legs became pain.

“What’s the matter, sexy girl?”

“I have to – to – go potty.”

“Oh, I see.” Olive ran her fingertips across Haylee’s belly. “If it’s too much, you don’t have to use your diaper – but you look like you’re right on the edge. Even if you were allowed to use the potty here, would you make it?”

Haylee brought her knees up and whined in pain, scrunching her eyes closed and balling up her fists. Peeing in her diapers was still new to her, having happened only half a dozen times as an adult. She’d never managed it in front of someone else, or even while chatting to someone. The experience itself was supposed to be embarrassing, but Haylee was already as mortified as she could remember being, and her diaper was still dry.

“In my Mommy’s opinion, a Little girl in your condition is way too far gone to make it to the potty. You can try if you want though.” Olive’s fingers moved to Hayley’s side, tickling and eroding the Little girl’s precious concentration. “You’d have to uncurl – stand up, and walk across the living room. The potty is down the hall there, can you look?” Haylee cracked one eye open to see Olive pointing back over her shoulder.

“It’d be tough, I’m sure.” Olive looked like she was having the time of her life. “Every time you took a step, it’d make your control slip a little – and when you finally got to the potty you’d have to get that diaper down.”

“Mommy, oh no!” Haylee’s mouth hung open in horror as she absolutely flooded her diaper. Visualizing Olive’s narration had made her squirm, and those squirms had done her in. Once her accident began, there was no stopping or slowing it. Haylee wet her diaper so fast and so much that it was shamefully loud in the quiet room. Tears sprung to the corners of Haylee’s eyes when her diaper padding sagged out between her legs, lying hot on Olive’s thigh.

“What a big accident, baby girl!” Olive palmed Haylee’s crotch, squishing her sopping padding against her kitty, and working some of the liquid into the drier front panel. “I think you might need booster pads if that’s how you wet.”

“Oh Mommy, why? Why’d you – you…”

“I didn’t do anything. You had an accident, because you’re a baby. My baby.” Olive’s rhythmic squishes had Haylee in a frenzy, rocking her hips into Olive’s palm with each squish.

Too needy and lust-fogged to do anything else, Haylee obeyed immediately when Olive told her to roll over. With her soggy butt in the air, she clawed at the couch’s upholstery. Olive’s hand cupped her crotch with a smack – and a vibrator in Mommy’s hand sprang to life. It was hard to believe the sounds that were coming out of her, both in their volume and in their sheer pornographic abandon. In her fantasies, Haylee had imagined getting buzzies in a wet diaper while she sweetly sucked on her Mommy’s breasts. Now she was bent over, with thundering vibration making her entire crotch shake, especially her kitty and starfish. The relentless rhythm wrung moan after moan out of her, sending shockwaves out of her crotch and up through her belly with every beat of her heart. Olive had barely touched Haylee’s nipple when she had her first orgasm. The third one came when Olive tugged that same nipple, and it left Haylee’s throat raw.

She whimpered for Olive to stop, all the while pressing her hips into the vibrator with all the force her trembling body had left. As conflicted as she was, she whined again when Mommy rolled her over and cradled Haylee on her lap. The moment her cheek landed on Olive’s bare, sweaty breast, Haylee’s conflict drained away. In Mommy’s warm embrace, she was absolved of all shame and degradation. Bit by bit, she came down from the intensity of the experience, though her heart never quite stopped racing. It wanted to keep pace with Mommy’s heart, which she could feel thumping excitedly.

“I’m totally soaked. I’ve never – never pottied that much in my diaper before.”

“That was beautiful. You’re beautiful.” Olive stroked Haylee’s hair. “I loved watching you do it and hearing your pleasure. You have no idea how excited I am to change your diaper – after you take care of me.”

“Yes please.” Haylee nuzzled Olive’s breast and dragged her tongue across it, to a wonderful shiver from Mommy. “What do you want me to do for you?’

“Mommy will show you how to make her feel good.” Olive had a mischievous look on her face as she lowered Haylee onto the floor. “You take your two fingers on your hand, just these two, and stick them out. The rest of your little fingers you wrap up, like this.” Haylee’s mouth hung open – and her nipples crinkled back to almost painful hardness. Step by blushy step, Olive directed the Little girl on how to put her fingers in a woman.

Was it the sensation of her fingers sliding into Olive’s slick warmth that made her shudder, or the fact that she was being tutored on something she’d first done at fourteen? It didn’t matter, all that mattered was curling her fingers inside Olive’s slick tunnel and watching her Mommy’s face melt into ecstasy. Instructions came more sporadically then, the last one Olive managed was encouraging Haylee to lean in and lick her button.

Between Mommy’s heaving thighs, breathing the scent of her sex and sweat, Haylee used Olive’s muffled moans as a guide. She pumped her fingers in and out of Olive until her arm was sore, squirming each time she leaned back enough to feel her padding squish under her. Energy was building all through Olive’s body, from the tautness of her thighs to the way her belly clenched harder with every wiggle of Mommy’s hips. The last thing Haylee heard before Mommy’s thighs closed around her head was Olive throwing her head back and shouting, “Oh GOD!” at the ceiling. Then her world was only the hot darkness of Mommy’s taste, her thudding pulse, and Haylee’s own breath.

~~~~*~~~~

A snuggly time later, the sweaty tangle of baby girl and mommy unwound itself. Mommy had a glow in her face, who’s match Haylee could feel in her cheeks. Tenderly, Mommy laid Haylee on a changing blanket and wiped her down with a damp cloth. She had to shudder when Mommy tore her diaper tapes and opened another scary window of vulnerability. The warmth of Mommy’s smile came through that window and lifted Haylee’s heart like a leaf. Without so much as a flinch or hesitation, Mommy cleaned Haylee’s wet and gave her a playful swat on the rear. Haylee giggled and lifted her hips for a fresh diaper like a good baby. The softness of the baby powder – both on her skin and in her nose – relaxed the last anxious knot inside Haylee.

The moment her diaper was taped up, Haylee rolled eagerly to her knees and grabbed Mommy for the tightest hug she could manage. Though it was too early to say a word like love out loud, Haylee didn’t have another word for the feeling that radiated out of her skin and into Mommy. With wondering surprise, she felt a drop of liquid hit her shoulder. Tears in Mommy’s eyes, paired with an overwhelmed expression on her face said more than words could possibly manage.

Haylee was happy to be quietly swaddled in a blanket while Mommy showered. She was even happier to have Mommy cuddle up to her in a fluffy bathrobe, while Olive fed her crackers and cheese. Though she washed her snack down with a water glass she shared with Mommy instead of drinking from a bottle, Haylee had a very familiar sensation between her legs.

“Mommy, I’m going to have to potty again soon.”

“Mmm, it might be a little soon to give you buzzies again. I guess you’ll just have to wet normally. I’ll change you – if you manage to fill your diaper all the way again.”

“IF?!”

“Diapers are expensive, baby girl. But don’t worry, I’ll change you before you leak.”

Haylee squirmed, working her blanket-burrito’d body closer to Olive. “Can we do this again? Not just one night?”

“I’d be very sad if we didn’t. I’m glad you keep your phone volume up when you’re using Pampr.”

“I might – set my account inactive for a while. Uh – if you really want to see me more.”

“That’s a good idea, I was thinking of doing the same. Don’t let me forget to give you my number. Then you can text me if you need me to drop by for a diaper change.”

Haylee giggled. “Instead of a booty-call? A diaper-call?”

“Well, I don’t know how you’ve managed it on your own so far.” Olive kissed Haylee gently on the lips, pulling back to look the Little girl in the eyes. “You need to be taken care of.”

“I do. You’re right, Mommy.” Haylee closed her eyes and parted her lips, just as she had when Mommy’d asked to kiss her. Wisely, Mommy kissed her again – while Haylee relaxed and dribbled into her diaper. She paid her accident little mind, her thoughts were already on how she could get Mommy to let her spend the night.