“Rise and Shine birthday baby!” Heather and causing a loud pop as she pulled the string on a party popper. The loud pop Startled Debbie from her admittedly extremely comfortable sleep. The tiny streamers fell on the other side of the tall bed rails that had been placed around Debbie’s bed the night before.

“Oh, did I wake the baby?” Heather said teasingly as she leaned against one of the bed rails. A blush rose to Debbie’s cheeks as the comment reminded her what was happening.

A few months ago, Debbie took an opportunity to spend one of her college semesters studying abroad. Debbie happily too the offer and was boarded with her designated cultural ambassador, Heather. It just so happened that Debbie’s birthday fell during her semester abroad. So, Heather informed her of a very strange local custom.

Apparently in Drussels, it was customary on one’s birthday to be a “birthday baby,” and the term was as simple as it was strange. On the surface the custom seemed innocuous. On your birthday you spent the whole day acting like a baby. When Heather first heard of this custom she imagined a day of being a little immature, maybe wearing a cute pair of footed sleepers and doing her hair in pig tails.

Last night when Heather held up two different baby printed adult diapers and asked which Debbie preferred, Debbie began to realize she may have underestimated how far this tradition would go. Regardless, she was in for a penny and in for a pound. The whole reason you study abroad is to experience another culture, immerse yourself in it. Debbie would be wasting the opportunity if she didn’t do this. Plus, how could she disappoint Heather like that. Not only was it insulting her culture, but Heather had a way of being rather insistent. Debbie found it hard to tell her no. Despite her internal monologue saying that she was embracing new cultures, what actually happened could be better described as Heather steamrolling her into the pink unicorn printed diaper and green dinosaur themed onesie Debbie was wearing now.

“Let’s check the baby’s diapee,” Heather continued happily as she lowered the crib bars and gently pushed Debbie onto her back.

“Uh I didn’t …” Debbie was cut off by a large pacifier being pushed into her mouth.

“Let your birthday baby sitter check your diapees little one,” Heather said instructionally. “Aww still dry,” Heather pouted to emphasize her disappointment. “Well, that’s ok, I know it can be hard to go back to wetting your diapees after being a big girl all year. I find it pretty hard too and I do it once a year. Can’t imagine how tough it is for you.” Debbie was about to say something but she was cut off by Heather raising the bd rail bars again. “You’ll have time to wet your diapee while I get your brekky ready.” Heather sang as she left the room.

“But …” Debbie started but she was unheard as Heather left the room. She pouted and sat back down in her bed turned crib. She had no idea how to operate the rails that formed her soft prison, and she doubted attempting to climb over them would end in anything less than an embarrassing injury. She definitely didn’t want to go to a hospital dressed as she was.

Debbie poked at the diaper under her onesie and heard a subtle crinkle as she did, and she blushed. She did have to go, as she usually did in the morning. In fact, the need was becoming rather dire and being surrounded by soft, inescapable, walls was somehow making it worse. Debbie couldn’t believe she was about to do this, but it was tradition after all. It took some effort for her to start the trickle but once it did the rest came out easily, and just like that Debbie had wet herself for the first time since she was, well, in diapers.

“Ok baby num nums are ready,” Heather reentered in a bubbly mood. “How’s that diapee lookin?”

“Umm I uhh …” Debbie stammered and blushed.

“Good girl,” Heather said with a smile, effectively translating the exchange student’s stammers. “Come on. We got a big day ahead and that means you need a good breakfast,” Heather led Debbie to their small kitchenette where a makeshift high chair was waiting for her. Really it was just a high-backed bar stool with a tray. When Debbie was secured inside, Heather deposited a bunch of dry cereal and a baby bottle of milk on the tray with a smile.

“So uhhh what do we do today?” Debbie asked nervously. “I mean I haven’t seen any overgrown babies around so I assume it’s a stay at home kinda thing.” Heather stood still a moment, like she was processing something before formulating a response.

“Uh yeah yeah, well most people stay home,” Heather wiggled a bit as she spoke. “But I always thought that was lame, so we’re going to meet our friends at the arcade. I got you a cute little outfit and even a baby leash. I’m giving you the whole experience.”

“We’re going out like this?" Debbie said her concern rising in her voice.

“Don’t worry little baby,” Heather soothed. “I told you, everyone does this once a year. It’s not totally weird to see a big baby out and about. Don’t worry about it.”

“People won’t stare?”

“I mean they will, but that’s part of the fun ya know.”

“Yeah fun,” Debbie nervously ate some of the dry cereal.

“That’s the spirit. Come on you’re gonna love it, I always do. I bet by the end of it you’ll want a whole week of birthday baby instead of just a day, and I would be happy to keep being your baby sitter.”

After a hearty breakfast came Debbie’s outfit change. Aside from the literal diaper change which was just as embarrassing as it was the night before, it wasn’t much of a change, just adding some sunflower yellow short-alls over the onesie. Then came the baby leash Heather was so excited about. On first glance it could have been confused for just a cute backpack, a pink plush bear hung from the back and a nylon harness attached to the bear wrapped around Debbie’s chest. Of course, all doubts about what it was went away with the nylon leash attached to the harness that Heather held in one hand with a full diaper bag in the other.

“Come on birthday baby we’ve got to meet our friends,” Heather gently tugged Debbie along with the leash.

Debbie was constantly blushing as the two walked the short distance to the arcade. Maybe Debbie could get away with each piece of her outfit individually. The onesie short all combo could be dismissed as just a cute outfit. The pacifier attached to her collar by a clip could be excused as a stim for an over anxious girl. The baby leash could be explained away as a harmless joke between friends. All together though Debbie was undeniably a birthday baby, and she couldn’t believe that she was being led down the street dressed as she was.

She had to keep reminding herself that all this was normal in Drussels, and true enough most people they passed didn’t notice her, and those that did only paid her a passing glance. Eventually they made it to the arcade, a retro style place that was very busy on the weekends. Thankfully for Debbie, her birthday was on a Tuesday, and with it being a Tuesday morning the place was empty except for the three others that were waiting for her specifically.

“Happy birthday!” the group cheered happily before swarming over Debbie with tons of coos and remarks of about how cute she was. Tom and Chelsea, who were an item and Kaya, were really more Heather’s friends than Debbie’s. It was only natural that would happen thanks to Debbie’s limited time in Drussels, but they were nice. Debbie could feel that all the teasing was done in a loving way. It still made Debbie blush furiously though.

“You are so stinkin’ cute,” Kaya said spinning Debbie around.

“Your birthday baby sitter really does know how to dress a birthday baby,” Tom added.

“We can fawn over Debbie inside,” Chelsea said grabbing Debbie’s leash from Heather. “Come on.” The group followed Debbie who was being led by Chelsea to the arcade.

Debbie tried her best to have fun, but the constant blush on her face never left. Despite the small crowd in the arcade, the few people there couldn’t help but staring and snickering at her. Heather made it sound like some general teasing from people at large was part of the tradition, and Heather expected some of it, but it seemed a little off.

Another thing keeping her form having fun was the constant correction from Heather to play “age appropriate” games. Debbie found herself getting bored quickly of the simple kid’s games at the arcade had and was jealous of her friends playing the more dexterous and edgy games. Not that Debbie thought she could manage the dancing rhythm game she preferred while she was still getting used to the thick diaper around her waist. A diaper that had become wet while the group was playing games. After the first wetting that morning Debbie found it surprisingly easy to wet it again.

“Debbie come on,” Kaya excitedly grabbed Debbie’s leash. “Let’s go play ski ball,” before Debbie could really give a yes or no answer, she was dragged off with her leash. Leaving Heather alone with Tom and Chelsea.

“I gotta say Heather this idea of yours is inspired,” Tom said quietly.

“Yeah, I can’t believe she bought this whole birthday baby thing,” Chelsea snickered quietly.

"That outfit too. I don't even know where you find something like that."

"On the internet," Heather answered quickly and with a nervous blush.

"And you were right about everyone being too weirded out to say anything about it." Chelsea said. “Where do you even come up with this stuff?”

“It just comes to me,” Heather answered with a chuckle.

“Well, you’ve got a killer imagination. I’m just glad I’m not having to change her diapers.”

“Speaking of,” Tom cut in curiously. “Are you actually gonna make her use them."

“She already wet one this morning,” Heather answered.

“You know that’s not what I mean.”

“Oh, she’ll do both before long,” Heather said eyeing her birthday baby who was absolutely destroying Kaya at ski ball.

“Damn birthday baby got hands,” Kaya said embarrassed.

“I’ve always been good at ski ball,” Debbie admitted.

“You always been this cute too?” Kaya said patting Debbie’s diaper.

“Kaya!” Debbie giggled pushing the girl away. As she did, she felt the twinge in her stomach. It was something she had been feeling for a bit, but she tried to ignore it because of the implications it brought. Now though, it had become an undeniable urge. Debbie’s desire to not insult Drussel’s culture quickly faded away at the thought of messing her diaper. Wetting was embarrassing enough but tolerable, messing was entirely different.

“I’m gonna go get a drink,” Debbie said subtly taking her leash in her own hand. It was a flimsy excuse but hopefully one that would work long enough for her to sneak out of her diaper to use the bathroom.

“Good thing I brought a baba with me,” Heather said grabbing the leash from Debbie’s hands.

“Oh! Heather!” Debbie said with a little surprise.

“If you need a drink, I’ve got one right here,” Heather held up the baby bottle of what looked like milk. It wasn’t heather’s first choice in drink, especially with her need to go to the bathroom, but Heather was giving her that look that was hard to say no to.

“Well thanks,” Debbie said reaching out for the bottle.

“Don’t be silly. It’s a babysitters job to bottle feed the baby,” Heather said moving the bottle away. “Come on there’s an empty room over here.” Debbie stammered as she was dragged to a small, empty party room. Heather found an empty chair and sat Debbie on her lap.

“Heather I actually needed to …” Debbie was cut off by the nipple of the bottle in her mouth.

“Drink first baby,” Heather insisted. Debbie realized there was only one way she was getting out of this and started drinking the bottle. Thankfully it was fairly small bottle and she was seeing the milk go quickly. “You know I’ve been very impressed with how well you’ve taken part in our silly little tradition.” Debbie could feel the guilt building in her gut as Heather spoke. “Very good girl.” Debbie blushed as she finished the bottle. “Now what were you saying.”

“I needed to go to the bathroom,” Debbie admitted in a quiet voice.

“Well, that’s what the diapers are for,” Heather said like it was obvious. In fairness it was, but Debbie was hoping to avoid it.

“Yeah, but I don’t have to pee,” Debbie tried to explain. Heather giggled.

“I know sweetie, but I’ve told you before I do this all the time. It’s a part of the tradition. Besides, as gross as it is for you, you aren’t the one that’s going to have to change it.” Debbie struggled through a fake smile at the joke but really, she was struggling internally. She really didn’t want to do this, but Heather was just so hard to say no to. Her mix of earnestness and insistence was Debbie's weakness.

With a decidedly more painful sting in her stomach, the decision was made for Debbie. As part of the mess pushed it’s way out, Debbie almost reflexively pushed the rest of it out. Just like that she had messed her diaper, in the middle of an arcade, sitting in her friend’s lap. It was absolutely the most embarrassing thing she’d ever done, and the assurances that this was a semi-common thing in Drussels didn't help her feel better about it.

Thankfully Heather was quick to see the incoming tantrum and put a stop to it early by sticking Debbie’s pacifier into her mouth.

“Let’s go home and got that diapee changed.” Heather said smiling. "I'm getting kinda tired of the arcade anyway." Debbie smiled behind the pacifier as she was led out of the room. The rest of Heather’s friends were waiting outside eagerly.

“How’d the feeding go?” Chelsea asked excitedly.

“The birthday baby done fussing?” Tom added.

“It went very well,” heather said with a big smile. “We're gonna have to run home to change our birthday baby’s diaper now.” Debbie blushed as the group reputed into a decidedly teasing series of coos.

“Well, no reason to stop the party now,” Kaya added. “Let’s keep the hang out going at your place, put on some cartoons for the birthday baby.”

“That would be fun,” Heather smiled at Debbie. “After all birthdays are meant to be celebrated with friends.” Debbie gave a passive nod of approval behind her pacifier. “Good girl. Come on everyone, I’m sure Debbie is eager to get changed out of that diaper.”

“I’ll bet,” Tom chuckled as the group walked back. Debbie was forced to get used to the sensation of a very full diaper very quickly as the leash kept her moving at a brisk pace despite the mess in her diaper. She started to wonder if immersing herself in a foreign culture was really worth all this.

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