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Kenomimi Friends Diaper Halloween
🕑 Added 2023-09-30 18:16:33 +0000 UTC“Mimi-Chan where are you going!?”
Going out trick or treating seemed like such a good idea. You’d spent a ton of time sewing the costumes, the littles seemed thrilled about it, and with all the work you’d done they would even need to stop like normal.
Now you couldn’t get Mimi, dressed as the Eurasian Eagle-Owl from her favorite show, Kemomo Friends, to stop. She was waddling off as fast as she could, leaving you and her sister behind.
By your side, her sissy remained stoic despite her fellow trick or treater running off. Her costume captured the likeness of Professor Konoha, the northern white-faced owl, nearly perfectly.
“B-but candy!” Mimi whined, slowing her steps but not stopping.
You shook a finger at her in a scolding manner. “You got to ring the last doorbell, It’s Konoha’s turn!”
The girls had insisted on using their character names for the evening and you figured who were you to squash imagination? It'd proved to make the night a lot more fun for them.
At the mention of her name, Konoha stepped forward, heading for the door. She too was probably as excited for candy as Mimi but was far better at containing it.
From the end of the drive, you watched the pair walk up and Konoha knock on the door. Mimi chose to position herself behind one of the porch’s pillars, peaking out excitedly and mimicking the owl that was her namesake.
To complete the look, just before the door opened they popped their massive pacifiers in, you imagined that they probably made their eyes look as big as possible. The door opened to reveal a towering figure, a bowl of candy in their hand.
Through their pacifiers each girl gave a slightly garbled “Trick or Treat!”, holding out their plastic pumpkins expectantly. Nearly everybody had the same reaction to seeing two grown women dressed as anime characters on their doorstep; confusion.
It only morphed into abject bewilderment when your hand-stitched onesie pajamas with owl patterns on them registered fully. Plus they usually caught on to the thick bulk pushing their thighs apart and padding out the front and back of their waists by that point as well.
They always looked to you, standing at the end of the drive and smiling. The girl’s onesies weren’t the simplest sewing project but they paled in comparison to yours. Your wig with its duck bill was far more complex and just the fringe on your shirt sleeves had taken hours. Still, you couldn’t help but be proud of your choice. Eastern Spot-Billed Duck-chan looked somewhat like a primary school teacher.
You couldn’t think of a more appropriate outfit for carting around your two diapered adult babies. You gazed back at the person who’d opened the door from your position down the drive, giving them a nod.
Without another word the person dropped something into each of their buckets, said something outside of your hearing, and closed the door. The girls waddled back excitedly. Even Kohona had a sparkle to her eye and a spring to her step.
“Good candy?” you ask.
“Full-size bars!” Mimi said, spitting her paci out as the words exploded out excitedly. Konoha nodded along, fishing a large candy bar from her bag. Her eyes were wide and her pacifier bobbed in and out of her mouth.
You beamed. Happy for them and glad to see you’d been right that people weren’t openly judging them. “Alright!” you announced, “It’s not too late, what do you say we keep going?”
Konoha nodded, fishing through her bucket to pick a chocolate for eating. Mimi however was oddly silent. You felt a tug at your sleeve and looking over you saw why she wasn’t saying anything.
One of her eyes was closed and lines appeared behind the guard of her pacifier indicating just how puckered her lips were around the rubber teat. She was squatting, a classic sign that her struggle was producing a messy result.
Your smile softened and you waited. It was easy imagining the mushy matter dropping into her padding, pushing out the back of her nappy, and sliding down before gradually piling into the seat of her pants.
Her little grunts mixed with the crinkling of Konoha unwrapping her chocolate. If you were honest you couldn’t tell what was the candy wrapper and what may have been the loud unfurling of Mimi’s diaper as it stretched to contain her stinky evacuations.
You let her voiding go by undisturbed but when she straightened up you figured there was no time like the present to do a check for them.
The footy pajamas meant there was no easy access to their padding unless you wanted to unzip them all the way. However, you as a pro knew how to get around that. Your hand shot between Konoha’s legs. She reacted just as you expected, dropping the crotch of her diaper into your hand automatically so you could feel its weight and usage.
The nappy was undeniably soaked. The padding had expanded within her fleece jumper and squished audibly beneath the pressure of your fingers. She’d doused it and apparently recently because even the residual heat was bleeding through the fleece of her footie pajamas. Still, she wasn’t even close to its limit and no lumpy weight was dragging down the back. She still had a fair bit to go before she hit capacity.
You pulled your hand away from Konoha’s diaper over to Mimi’s. Her ‘deposit’ was hefty, dragging the back of her padding to the seat of her onesie easily. Unlike her sister there wasn’t the telltale wet squish of her padding though, the interior core remained bone dry save for the parts surely stained with her semi-solid accident.
There was still plenty more room there too.
Each girl could go for another two hours easily before you had to stop and change them, a proposition you were sure they wouldn’t mind at all.
“Not time yet girls, do you know what that means?”
“More candy!” they exclaimed in unison, taking off toward the next house.
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