A black screen greeted the viewer before white text slowly faded in reading “A very padded vacation,” in a cheap looking font. The text slowly faded back out as a video came into view. There were a few moments where the camera was just focused on a random wall. Eventually the sound of a door opening could be heard and two familiar looking girls walked somewhat awkwardly into from.

“Have a good flight?” the first one asked.

“As good as it could have been,” the other said. As they came into frame the familiarity of the two girls became apparent, at least for fans of theirs.

The first girl was CryBabyCereal, and the second BabyBandsy. One thing that was immediately apparent about both of them, was that they were in diapers, which wasn’t something totally unexpected for this kind of video. Anyone watching it would be disappointed if there weren’t diapers in it. The diapers were obvious because both leading girls were in comically short skirted outfits.

CryBabyCereal was wearing a very puffy white dress with blue accents, and a big blue bow on the chest. It could be described as a sissy dress and offered view of the blue ruffly diaper cover she had underneath it that was indicative of a sissy dress. Meaning it was accentuated instead of hidden.

BabyBandsy was actually not the baby of the two, though that was only by process of elimination. She was wearing a shot grey blazer with a yellow shirt underneath with a plaid skirt hiked up much higher than it reasonably should be. Underneath her skirt was a pull-up. A learning letters print pull-up, and it was a pull-up that was well used, which only made it more obvious from under the skirt. She was dragging some obviously empty pieces of luggage behind her.

As the two made their way into frame they shot quick glances at the camera to make sure they were in view.

“Oh, I know Bandsy, flights can be so hard,” CryBabyCereal condescended to her friend. BabyBandsy crossed her arms in response.

“Don’t be mean Cereal,” BabyBandsy said back with a notable pout.

“I’m not being mean,” the mean girl said defensively. “I just bet you’re really tired after that long flight. Probably really need to pee too, right?”

“Uhh no I’m fine,” BabyBandsy said nervously pulling her skirt down.

“I’ll bet,” CryBabyCereal cheekily sticking a finger to her lip. “Since you’re so tired why don’t I show you to your room and you can take a little nap.”

“Well, that does sound nice,” BabyBandsy said visibly struggling with the rather childish way her costar was speaking to her.

“Come on it’s just upstairs,” CryBabyCereal took her friends hand gently and the video faded to black as the girl walked off screen.

When the video came back the girls were in a completely new location, CryBabyCereal’s nursery. For the moment the camera was focused on the door leading into the nursery to capture the faces of the girls as they entered. CryBabyCereal had a smiling expression while BabyBandsy’s face was agape with shock.

“Cereal, what is this?” BabyBandsy asked incredulously.

There was a sudden cut as the camera switched perspective to a shot that had the crib in the background. Though the girls were obviously in a different place, and there was a noticeable pause in the conversation.

“It’s your room,” CryBabyCereal stated, missing the point of the question.

“This can’t be my room; this is a big nursery.”

“That seems appropriate for you,” CryBabyCereal playfully lifted BabyBandsy’s skirt. She blushed and tried to pull it back down. “That’s a big baby diaper if I’ve seen one.”

“It’s not a diaper it’s a pull-up,” BabyBandsy said defensively. “And yeah, maybe I have some accidents now and then, but that doesn’t make me a baby, and it doesn’t mean I need to sleep in a crib.”

“You’re not makin any sense. You’re in a wet diaper, that means you’re a baby, and that means you sleep in a crib.”

“Not everyone that’s in a diaper is a big baby you know. Just cuz you are doesn’t mean everyone is.” It was BabyBandsy’s turn to life up her friend’s skirt, though CryBabyCereal had no reaction.

“Oh, I get it. You’re just bein fussy.”

“I’m not being fussy Cereal. Cleary this nursery is for you. You can keep sleeping in your crib and I’ll take your actual guest bedroom.”

“No, you’re a fussy baby, and being a fussy baby myself, I know just what to do,” CryBabyCereal suddenly took Ravel’s hand and the video cut again.

When the video came back it showed CryBabyCereal gently “forcing” a “struggling” BabyBandsy over her lap as she sat down on a chair. With a quick motion the wet pull-up was thrown off BabyBandsy and CryBabyCereal started smacking the now exposed bottom.

“Fussy fussy baby,” CryBabyCereal said as she kept smacking away. BabyBandsy’s yelps of pain started as overacting, but very soon became not so much overacting. The scene once again faded out as CryBabyCereal gently rubbed the wincing BabyBandsy’s sore bottom.

The video faded back in on s shot of the crib.

“Are you done being fussy?” CryBabyCereal asked playfully.

“Y-yes,” BabyBandsy answered looking away.

“Good then let’s get you in a diaper.”

“A diaper? But I don’t need diapers. I’m not a baby!”

“Baaaaaandsyyyyy,” CryBabyCereal said threateningly. With some gentle encouragement BabyBandsy was set down on the changing table and secured with the table’s restraints. She squirmed and whimpered as CryBabyCereal changed her into a Magic Mushroom print diaper. “There. Isn’t that better?” CryBabyCereal said looking over her work. The girl tied to the changing table didn’t respond. “Now let’s get you out of those big girl clothes and into something more appropriate.”

“What?” BabyBandsy said with trepidation. CryBabyCereal giggled and grabbed a onesie that was conveniently waiting just off screen. A light blue onesie decorated with cute pastel kittnes. With another less than epic struggle, the onesie was thrown over BabyBandsy, and just as quickly a large purple pacifier was shoved between her lips.

“Ok you got me in the diaper,” BabyBandsy said taking the pacifier out immediately. “And this stupid onesie. Can I take a nap now?”

“Oh, you sure can,” the camera cut again with CryBabyCereal’s mischievous grin.

The vide cut back to an overhead shot of the crib. BabyBandsy play struggled as she found her wrists and ankles secured into restraints that were themselves secured to the bars of the crib. After this process was done there were a few moments of BabyBandsy struggling against her bonds, making it clear to the viewer that she really was trapped there.

“Now you’re ready for your nap,” CryBabyCereal said, her grin apparent in her voice. She placed a cheeky kiss on BabyBandsy’s forehead before leaving the frame.

The camera cut again to insinuate time passing. When the video came back BabyBandsy was the only one in the shot as she struggled against the bonds that kept her secured to the crib.

“Cereal!” she cried out with a moan as she struggled. “Come on Cereal this isn’t funny any more! I need to potty!” She struggled some more and grunted pathetically. “I’m not supposed to potty in diapers I’m a big girl.” When silence was her response, she moved to something of a soliloquy. “I really need to pee,” she whined pathetically and did a lot of over the top movements to hold in her urine before eventually … “Oh oh no,” An invisible camera operator subtly zoomed in on Bandsy’s suddenly unsnapped onesie to her crotch to get the money shot.

BabyBandsy became still and exhaled audibly, and the camera captured the moments as a subtle dark patch on the diaper became slowly less subtle. The wetness of the diaper grew and even a few of the fade when wet mushrooms on the print started to fade.

The camera zoomed back out to catch BabyBandsy’s defeated face. “Oh, I had an accident,” she pouted and resumed her struggled against the restraints. “I can’t believe I wet a diaper. I’m supposed to be a big girl. Cereal!” she yelled again as she lightly thrashed. “Please! I had an accident! I-I-I … need my diaper changed! Cereal!” she threw her hands down by her side in frustration, but no help came. The camera again faded to black over the sound of BabyBandsy whimpering pathetically.

When the camera faded back in CryBabyCereal was already sauntering over to her restrained captive.

“Did you have a good nap sweetie,” CryBabyCereal teased. “It doesn't sound like you did. I could hear you fussing the whole time.”

“I had an accident,” BabyBandsy whined defensively as she helplessly struggled in her restraints. “I need a diaper change.”

“Really?” CryBabyCereal inspected BabyBandsy’s diaper. “You wet it once. I’m not gonna change your diaper after just one wetting. Babies like you need to learn to be happy in wet diapers,” CryBabyCereal squished her own sodden diaper as emphasis.

“I’m not a baby like you Cereal, that’s what I’ve been trying to say. I just have accidents sometimes. I’m not supposed to be in wet diapers all day.”

“I think you just need to learn to like your squishy diapers,” the captor said digging around in a drawer off screen. “And I know just how to do that,” she returned waving a magic wand teasingly in front of BabyBandsy’s face.

“Cereal!” BabyBandsy struggled more. “What are you gonna do with that?”

“I’m gonna teach you …” CryBabyCereal paused a moment and the magic wand came to live with a buzz. “To like your squishy diapers.” BabyBandsy exclaimed suddenly as the wand made contact with her wet diaper. “That way we won’t have to change you as often.” CryBabyCereal spoke clinically as her captive writhed with the vibrating of the wand. “And we won't need to waste as many diapers. It’s good for the environment. Plus, there’s nothing better than soggy diaper buzzies. Don’t you think?”

Bandsy’s response was an only slightly overacted moan as she moved against her restraints.

“Oh, not yet,” CryBabyCereal quickly removed the magic wand, though it still vibrated in her hand. BabyBandsy whimpered with lust and tried to move her body in a way that she could finish herself. “I’m not done having my fun with you,” CryBabyCereal continued while gently petting BabyBandsy’s head. She whimpered in response looking at the still whirring vibrator. “You can have mister buzzy back if you’re a good girl. You wanna be a good girl, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I want to be a good girl!”

“And how do you do that? How do you be a good little girl?”

“I … I … I use diapers,” BabyBandsy blushed heavily but it was apparent that her lust was overcoming her shame.

“More than that I think,” CryBabyCereal was hovering the magic wand just out of reach of BabyBandsy’s diaper.

“Aaaaaa. I use my diapers! I sleep in a crib! I drink out of babas! I use my paci!”

“That’s enough,” CryBabyCereal giggled and put BabyBandsy’s pacifier in her mouth stopping her tirade. At the same time the magic wand finally made contact with the wet diaper and BabyBandsy’s response was immediate. “Good girl,” CryBabyCereal said gently as the squirming girl bound to the crib finally came in the wet diaper around her waist. “Good girl,” CryBabyCereal repeated. The camera faded to black as CeryBabyCereal held a panting BabyBandsy’s head in her lap.

The camera faded back in to an epilogue scene. In this scene CryBabyCereal had joined BabyBandsy wearing her own onesie, a pinkish purple one with little witches.

“See being a baby is the best way to have a vacation,” CryBabycereal said while mugging the camera. BabyBandsy giggled behind her pacifier and nodded behind her friend. With that line delivered the girls went to playing with some blocks as the camera faded to black for a final time.

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