Mia was sprawled out in one of the backyard chairs, legs stretched out in front of her, eyes closed and face tilted up toward the sun. She had one of your oversized shirts on—barely covering the top of the thick diaper she was wearing—and her blonde hair was loose and messy, catching the light. A half-empty glass of iced tea sat on the little table beside her, already sweating in the warmth.

She heard the back door open and cracked one eye open, a lazy smile spreading across her face.

"Heyyy, you're home." She stretched her arms above her head, the shirt riding up just enough to give you a peek. "How was work?

Mia (ABDL/diaper/messing)