Amy's Never-ending Story- Continuation(private for Dipee Girl and thelonegrunt)

Amy crawled behind Kimmy, trying to look away for a few moments at the girl's slightly dampened padded behind as she did. Eventually, she crawled herself to the table, easily managing to prop herself onto the station. She cringed as she sat down, and soon found herself lifting her bottom into the air to prevent the mess from getting any worse.

"Its otay Amy..." The babyish pinkette assured, pulling out another puffy, infantile diaper out; along with her other changing supplies. She gently patted the front of the saggy garmet; trying to convince Amy to lay her bottom down. After all, it would be much more easy to change her; as well as more comfortable for the stinky girl if she was completely flat.

Amy blinked for a moment as her diaper was patted on the bottom, making it more messy down in her unmentionable areas. It appeared that she had no choice but to fall to Kimmy's whims and go back to sitting down on her rear, cringing as she heard and felt a horribly disgusting squish.

In all honesty, Kimmy was actually a little excited. She had never changed anyone else before! After all these years of doing it to herself, having another baby to change was a brand new experience!
"It's otay Amy...I'll get oo into a nice, fwesh diapee!" The infantile girl cooed warmly, untaping the front of the babyish garmet and opening it up; immediately plugging her nose. The pinkette didn't seem disgusted at all, but rather just playful. "Pheeeeww! You's a stinky baby Amy!" She giggled, more then used to the smell of her own dirty diapers from before.

Amy didn't take this completely lightly, of course. Having another girl taunt her about having a nasty, stinky diaper was not too pleasing to her. She blushed, curling up and continuing to suckle on the pacifier. She was nowhere close to crying anymore, but that didn't mean that she couldn't still be embarrassed.

"Don' be embawessed! Evwy baby uses their diapees!" The pink-haired girl cooed nonchalantly; gesturing to her own soaked diaper. Kimmy wasn't understanding why Amy was so embarrassed about something that was complettely natural, (in her realm at least).
Pressing a square, white button on the side of the low changing table, a little compartment popped out next to it. Inside was what seemed to be a container for baby wipes. The thing was, the container inside the compartment was warmed, so all the baby wipes weren't cold (like the ones Rin had used to clean Amy up).
Pulling out a few of the soft wipes, the babyish girl began to skillfully clean up her friend's diaper-area and privates, being quite skilled at cleaning after all the time she had learned to clean herself up.

The wipes weren't freezing, strangely enough. It felt just as if someone was wiping a warm, damp washcloth over her privates. Still, something felt very odd about this... Amy was still showing a bit of apprehension towards all of this.

Seeming to notice the brunette's continued discomfort, the diapered girl asked "Wats wong Amy?" Kimmy asked in her usual cute voice, Soon finishing wiping up the mess.

"N-nofing... Nofing at awl..." Amy replied with a lisp, quickly snapping out of her current state. She felt low, very low, but she still found it odd why Kimmy didn't feel the same way. Then the concept hit her; maybe she WAS normal in this world. Maybe she truly was away from her usual society enough not to understand the customs and mindsets of people who inhabited in this world. All of this was strange to Amy because she was simply not used to these places. Perhaps she should try to get used to this, because it seemed very clear that Kimmy didn't mind any of this at all.

"Oh, Otay!" Kimmy replied, seeming to instantly perk up when Amy said she was fine. Once the infantile teen was done wiping her up, she instructed her friend to lift her tushie so she could slide out the icky diapers and ball it up.
Then, more weirdness for Amy happned. After Kimmy was done balling up the soiled garmet, she simply took the lid off what looked like a white, small pail nearby and tossed it in. But the odd thing was, no sound was heard from the impact. No cutesy crinkle or rustle diapers were known for, no small bump noise, even the smell of the dirty diaper just seemed to disappear. It was like thE babyish garmet just vanished!
Putting the lite back on, acting like nothing special happened, the pinkette dug around on the side of the changing table and pulled out two diapers. "Now den; Cwoth or dispowsale?" She cooed cutely to the now naked girl on the changing table, sounding simply adorable with her babyish voice trying to pronounce the big words.

Amy looked down at the pail and tilted her head, strange that she herself had not heard either a bump or felt a presence from the soiled diaper any longer. She was as surprised as this as she was surprised by the adorably incorrect pronunciation of two large words from Kimmy.
She looked at both options and figured the cloth diaper would feel more like wearing actual clothes. Yet again, the disposable diaper DID actually feel a bit comfortable. Then it dawned on her: was she really thinking about which diaper she should wear and actually struggling to figure out which?
"C...Cloth..." Amy chose, curling up a bit as she once again lay completely nude.

Kimmy smiled and nodded, putting away the Disposable and unfolding the cloth diaper. It was rather thick, almost as much as the disposables. Still, to make up for not being as absorbant; it was extremely soft and comfy. "Tushie up pwease." The girl cooed with her lisp, unfolding the bulky cloth.

Amy did as she was instructed, lifting up her bottom up in the air so Kimmy could place the cloth underneath it.

(Sorry. Didn't really feel that I could describe much.)

((No worries.))

Once Amy had done as instucted, the diapered girl pulled out a small shaker of baby powder. Keeping the girl's legs raised up, she gently shook a generous amount of the sweet-smelling substance onto the shy brunette's bottom. Proceeding to lower her legs, she did the same with Amy's front; her diaper area now dusted with the babyish powder.
Next, Kimmy opened up another side-compartment filled with what looked like slightly large safety pins. Oddly enough though, they seemed dull and more rounded out at the points. But when the infantile girl brought the front of the thick garmet up and moved the sides in to pin it down; the pins pierced the cloth like it was nothing! Despite this somewhat otherworldly sight, it wasn really surprising that something like this existed here. After all, Kimmy needed something to pin her cloth diapers; and babies shouldn't have anything sharp...

Amy sneezed a little once the powder went through the air. Then she noticed the dull and none-pointy safety pin being pierced into the cloth of the padding. She herself found it strange that even points were relatively non-existent, given that all tables and surfaces were round instead of rectangular.
The main thing on her mind right now was that the heavily soiled diaper was removed and replaced with a new one. And surprisingly, this felt more comfortable than the last one.
"T-thank you... Kimmy." The girl said, now starting to sit up.

The pinkette grinned brightly at the praise, blushing a little. "Hehe, tanks..." She cooed, helping Amy up and letting her keep the Paci. She looked just as cute in a cloth diaper as she did in a disposable.
Oddly, the smell of a dirty diaper had reemreged in the room, but it wasn't coming from the tube where Kimmy tossed the soiled garmet...
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Amy sniffed the air and blushed, knowing that she had not caused this. She then looked to Kimmy and took note of her diaper, and how the back of it appeared to be bulging and slightly discolored.
"Kimmy... did you... use... your diaper?" Amy asked, looking a bit puzzled.

"Hm?" The stinky girl asked, slightly surprised by the question, considering she had no idea when she used her diapers. Kimmy shifted around her bottom a little and giggled a little when she felt the mess around her behind. "Whoopsie, I made a messy!" She giggled, not seeming disgusted or shocked at all; much like when she wet her diaper earlier.
As if her new friend needed proof, the babyish girl got on all-fours in crawling position again and turned around; cutely shaking her expanded and slightly sagging padded tushie for Amy.

Amy blinked, not expecting this kind of reaction. The girl's bottom certainly looked swollen, and the air was pierced with the foulest of scents, but even she knew there was only one way to find out...
Swallowing her dignity, she crawled closer to the girl, taking one finger and pulling the back waistband of it back. She took a peek inside, only to see that her assumption was MORE than correct.
"Oh my..." Amy said, snapping the diaper back into place and for some reason giggling. Maybe it was from how cute the girl was acting towards this, like it was not a big deal for her at all. Or perhaps it was from her slowly going mad. Either way, she was starting to gently laugh at the whole ordeal, but soon enough something came to mind; Kimmy would now certainly need a diaper change, and the condition it was now in seemed far worse than what Sam had created for her own a few moments ago. She couldn't just leave the girl like this, for she herself wouldn't want to be subject to having her waste travel with her at all times...
Amy took the pacifier out of her mouth. "Kimmy? Would you like for me... to change you?"

Kimmy's grin turned into a full on ear-to-ear smile at the brunette's offer, the playful girl giggled sat back down to clap her hands excitedly, not seeing to care that she was squishing her mess around. "Oo mean it? Yay! I've neva had my diapee changed before!" The babyish teen lisped adorably, wrapping her arms around Amy and giving her an adoring hug.

Amy didn't resist to hug back, at least thankful that the girl actually wanted a change. However, she made sure to keep her hands up and near her upper back, as to avoid any unwanted contact with her lower regions.
"Well... lie down, please." Amy instructed, pointing her hands in the direction of the table.

Kimmy giggled again and nodded, crawling over to the changing table and lieing down as instructed. The pinkette spread her legs cutely, giving Amy better access to the puffy diaper between her legs.

Amy's heart started to pound fiercely. She took deep breathes, knowing that she would be subject to viewing the inside of the diaper, including all of the contents in side, including Kimmy's unmentionables. It was strange enough being naked in front of this girl, but how exactly would she feel upon doing this?
Slowly, she took a tape from each side and ripped it off, letting the front flap go and bringing it down on the table. Indeed, it was a complete mess, and the small blush on Amy's face showed that. However, it was certainly not as bad as previously expected.
Shrugging it off for now, Amy pressed the white button as Kimmy had done before, a compartment opening up to reveal a box of baby wipes. Opening the lid of it, she pulled a few out and slightly lifted up the girl's legs, starting the tedious process of wiping her clean.

Kimmy, on the other hand, was not embarrassed in the least. If anything, she was excited! It felt really nice to have someone change her. Being cleaned up was incredibly relaxing, and the pinkette's steady breathing and adorable little coos of content showed that. The infantile girl began to absent-mindedly suck her thumb, looking up affectionately at the brunette changing her diaper.

Amy couldn't even help but smile at the girl as she suckled on her thumb. It was an involuntary action such as this which made Kimmy seem truly infantile. It was adorable how she was glancing back up at her, so Amy returned the favor by smiling back and even giggling a bit.
Soon enough, after the smell of the dirty diaper started to slip away from her, Amy was finished cleaning the girl. She rolled the wipes and soiled garment up, quickly tossing it into a pail and hearing absolutely nothing, the smell being eradicated in almost an instant. "Well, now that's con... conv... conven-n-n... nice..." Amy stuttered, not even knowing how to speak properly. It was as if she just couldn't pronounce such a complicated word...