The Baby Bet

Chapter 5
Chapter Five - The First Diaper of the Rest of Your Life

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The bet didn’t start for a week. After a bit of research, everyone had decided that the diapers from the local pharmacy wouldn’t cut it - Grace agreed because of quality, and Pierce agreed because they just weren’t embarrassing enough. 

After some negotiations, they’d found an adult diaper with teddy prints on it, which had a sufficient capacity for the bet. It’d take a week to arrive, so that became the deadline to start.

In addition, Pierce had some other shopping to do. He wouldn’t tell Grace what, but she spotted him smirking at his phone while he was shopping, occasionally pausing to ask what her measurements were.

It was… a bit unsettling, but Grace would power through. If he got her even a week’s worth of different outfits, it’d be a waste of money, because he wasn’t going to last a week. 

The day, finally, came. A box the size of an old tube TV showed up on their porch, and when Skip brought it in and opened it up, they found it full of diapers.

(No more putting it off, then…) 

First things first. Brains insisted on calling another house meeting. 

“The time is one PM, Saturday,” he said, checking his smart watch. “Grace, if you want to use the toilet or anything, now’s your last chance.” 

“I’m good,” Grace said. 

“Pierce, are you ready?” 

“Yeah, duh,” he said. 

“Okay then. Then I guess… Get started.” 

Melody was on the couch, but she wasn’t even paying attention. She’d been texting some girl for the past two days, but Grace suspected that her friend wasn’t distracted by a girl - she just didn’t want to contribute to the meeting. 

“Sorry, Mels,” Grace said, stretching out as though she were getting ready to do something physically demanding. After a moment, she realized she was psyching herself up to do something challenging, and stopped. 

(This won’t be challenging. I just need to outlast Pierce. Freakin’ Pierce.) 

Pierce left the living room, ran upstairs, and came back down a second later with a large rectangular bag. It was decorated with a print of baby blocks, and its purpose was unmistakable - it was going to be Grace’s diaper bag. 

From inside, he produced a roll-up changing mat, which he threw out on the floor, grinning. 

“Get on the mat, baby!” he said. 

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” Skip commented from the couch.

“I just can’t wait to see Grace squirm when she can’t micromanage everything,” Pierce replied.

Grace didn’t have much of a retort to that, she’d just have to prove him wrong by not squirming. Kicking off her sandals, she laid down on the mat. 

Of course, Pierce took his sweet time. He could put care into something if he wanted to, he just usually lacked the stamina to actually want to. By tomorrow, he’d already be bored of the pageantry. For now, though… 

He carefully laid out a diaper, powder, wipes, and a tube of rash cream, alongside a few folded fabric somethings in pastel colors. “Now, I don’t think the clothes you’re wearing are appropriate at all,” he said, making a loud ‘tsk’ sound with his tongue. “We’d better get the baby into something more ‘age appropriate’.” 

“If you think this is going to get under my skin, you’re dead wrong,” Grace replied, slipping out of her jeans and folding them neatly, then doing the same with her top, before laying back and crossing her arms. 

Pierce did the honors with her panties, slipping them off her legs. “Say goodbye to these!” 

“For, what, an hour? Two?” Grace snorted. “See if I care.” 

“I think the lady does too much protesting,” Pierce said. 

Grace furrowed her brow and leaned up a bit. “The quote is-” 

“I know what the quote is.” He beamed at her. “But I also knew you couldn’t resist correcting me. Lay back down, baby butt.” 

She laid back down, groaning as he opened the box of wipes. 

Melody sat up. “Yeah, we don’t need to be here for this. I’m peacing out.”

“Me too,” Skip said, getting up off the couch.

“Uh… yeah…” Brains added. 

They were left alone as Pearce took out a wipe, reaching down to start the process. .

“Y’know, I showered like three hours ago,” Grace said. “This is- JEEZ! How is that so cold?” 

“I kept them in my minifridge,” Pearce snickered. “Gotta make sure it’s nice and refreshing!” 

Grace shivered and crossed her arms, putting up with the frigid baby wipes as Pearce ‘cleaned her’, one wipe at a time. 

“This feels like cheating,” Grace complained. “It’s one thing to- Oh come on!” 

“What?” Pearce asked, innocently, as he squirted a glob of rash cream into his hands. “I get penalized if you get a rash, and this stuff prevents it. I’m not taking that risk!” 

He started massaging the chalky cream into her skin, working with painful slowness to ensure it was worked into her thighs and butt. He didn’t get fresh with her, at least - that would have been a bridge too far for their relationship - but everything else he could do to make the process last an uncomfortably long period of time, he did. 

By the time he wiped off his hands and reached for the baby powder, Grace was regretting things. Sure, he’d be bored of this soon, but even just a couple diaper changes like this would be excruciating. 

“Bottoms up!” he said, after sprinkling baby powder in the general area that would be covered by her diaper. 

She lifted up off the ground so he could slide the diaper into place, fussing and straightening it too many times to be reasonable. 

“Hmm,” he said. “I don’t know about this.”

“About what?” Grace asked. 

“Well it just seems like you’re having a bad time already,” Pierce said, smirking. “I don’t want to put you through something awful. Are you sure you don’t want to just back out now?”  

“Just put the diaper on me, asshole,” Grace said, lying back in frustration. 

He did, pulling the four sticky tapes snugly onto the landing strip. 

“Now, time to get you dressed!” he said. “I know you’ve got stuff to do around the house today, so I picked something nice and practical. Sit up, and raise your arms.”

“No,” Grace said. 

“No?” Pierce raised an eyebrow. “Do I need to get Brains in here to go over the rules?” 

“You get to ‘ensure’ I’m clothed properly,” Grace said. “You don’t get to dress me. I can do that myself, thank you very much.” 

Reaching for the clothes, Grace unfolded the first article. It was a baby blue onesie, nothing too awful or embarrassing - it was really just a blue T shirt with crotch snaps. She started to pull it over her head, ignoring Pierce’s insinuations that he would get to dress her. 

“I don’t know about that,” Pierce said. “What if you dress yourself wrong? It doesn’t seem like I can ensure that you’re dressed right unless I’m the one who puts the clothes on you.” 

Pausing, Grace smirked. “Okay, you want to dress me?” 

“Yes,” Pierce said. 

“Fine. Dress me,” Grace said, letting her body go completely limp with the onesie halfway on. 

She flopped back on the changing mat, and didn’t even help a little bit when Pierce grabbed her arms and pulled her back up into a sitting position. 

He grunted, trying to get her arm through the sleeve. If he let her go, she would flop right back down, so it was an awkward effort to try and grab her arm to put it through the sleeve while holding her upright. “How- are you- so- heavy?” 

“Hey!” Grace objected, delighted at how much he was struggling. “That’s a hell of a thing to say!” 

“Then stop being dead weight!” Pierce groaned.

“Nope! You wanted to dress me,” Grace said.

He finally had a good idea and reached through her sleeve from the outside, grabbed her wrist, and pulled it through. With the arm in place, it wasn’t that hard to reach under her diaper and grab the bottom flap of the onesie so it could be buttoned in place, though Grace deliberately shifted her weight partway through so she was sitting on his arm and he had to lift her off him.

“Okay…” he panted. “Fine. You’re dressed.”

“Uh, no,” Grace said. “You picked out a whole outfit for me. If you thought this is ‘appropriately dressed’, you wouldn’t have gotten all that other stuff out.”

His face fell as he looked down at the other clothes he’d piled up.

“Not so much fun anymore, is it?” she asked, sticking out her tongue at him. 

He rolled his eyes. “Okay, so you’re a brat of a baby. I don’t care. Kids are brats.” Grabbing the next article of clothing, he unfolded it.

(Oh. There’s the awful embarrassing thing.) 

It was a pair of pink shortalls, with the word ‘BABY’ emblazoned on the front. On the one hand… (Ugh). On the other… that was going to be a pain in the ass to dress her in. 

Pierce, at least, had worked out a system. Reaching through the bottom of a leg hole, he grabbed her ankle and pulled her leg through, one at a time, then flopped her body forward to get the straps over her shoulders. 

This is going to be fun, after all, she thought, as he got the buckles done up. 

“There,” he said. 

“Ah, I see a pair of socks right there,” Grace said.

“Uggghh…” Pierce said, rolling the socks onto her feet. “There. Done. You’re on your own ‘till you need a change.” 

“I haven’t had lunch yet,” Grace said.” 

“But it’s after-” Pierce threw up his arms. “Fine. Give me a minute to prepare it and stuff.” 

Grace grinned. 

(Okay, I am loving this. He is SO mad.) 

“Now, question for you- would you rather have the mashed turkey dinner, or the strained peas today?” Pearce asked, amusement twinkling in his eyes again. 

(Wait, what.)