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If you know what "chikan" is in Japanese, then you know what fun diapered adventure lays ahead. If not, you could always google it, or leave it as a surprise. This story has been available on my Patreon for the last few weeks. Part 2 of this one, an update on Pumpkin Patch, and a new Valentine's Day short story are posted on patreon as well. The entire story is available on my patreon, along with many others (Bad Seed, Beach Baby, along with 4 new stories for first tier members and 6 (2 short stories) for 2nd tier members) https://www.patreon.com/Cute_Kitten Or you can purchase it individually on Kindle (or read it for free on Kindle Unlimited). https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07WNHL5L8/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i0 THE CHIKAN by CK Cute Kitten Amber was on her last pullup. For the past few hours out shopping in Shibuya, she’d managed to keep it dry. She was on the train heading home, so she was certain her pink pullup would stay dry. Maybe when she walked in the door and Aunt Lisa checked her pullup, she’d praise her for keeping it dry. Three wet pullups, and their deal was Amber went to diapers full time, just like her cousin. Amber already had two wet pullups this morning. She winced at the thought. Those wet pullups hadn’t been accidents. Now, she felt guilty for intentionally wetting them. Peeing in a pullup was so much easier and preferable to trying to figure out the all the buttons on those fancy Japanese toilets. The last time she’d tried a toilet in public, she’d hit all the buttons and got sprayed in the face by a bidet. Maybe she’d figure it out in time. She’d only been in Japan for a month. There was a lot to get used to; new culture, new language. But it was tougher than she’d been expecting. Her love of anime and three years of Japanese in high school had made her feel confident that she was well prepared for such a big transition in her life. The move from America to Japan was not going as smoothly as she’d anticipated. Her trouble with the toilets was proof of that. The train slid to a smooth stop, but the change in motion still rocked her sideways. People near her pressed in, squishing her while other people slid past as passengers shuffled off the train and more squeezed on, politely pushed in by platform attendants. Her full bladder twinged with each jostle. She clenched her inner thigh muscles together, squeezing the dry padding. She was almost home; she could make it. Next time, she was so not having those extra cappuccinos. The café she’d stopped at was one of those limited time only, specialty pop up cafes Tokyo was famous for. This one had a Sailor Moon theme. How could she say no to that? She’d had to buy- and drink- four coffees to get the exclusive Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask matching mug set, along with the matching Luna the Cat and Artemis the Cat sets. The artwork was exquisite, plus put the mugs side by side and it looked like they were kissing. Amber sighed, thrilled by the romance of her purchase. Her otaku friends back home in America would be so jealous. She couldn’t wait to show them next time she talked to them online. For a moment, she felt a pang of homesickness. But America wasn’t her home anymore; Japan was. Her American friends were now her online friends. She bit her lip at the thought. The train pulled out of the station. Standing passengers swayed to and fro; she clutched the pole she stood next to tighter. Aside from her friends, she didn’t miss home much. She knew she should, but the fact that she didn’t bothered her. Maybe she just needed more time. It’s why she’d come here, after all- to put distance between herself and her past. To give herself time to heal and be a normal girl. That’s what Aunt Lisa told her to do. America held nothing but pain, anger, and bitter loneliness. Her mother had just started serving a long prison sentence for a large amount of cocaine. Growing up, her mother had been more into chasing her next high than raising her daughter. Amber had mostly raised herself. Her grandparents lived in a Florida retirement home; they couldn’t take her in. At 18, Amber was a junior in high school in the American school system; in Japan, the equivalent was her second year of kotogakko school. She had flunked a year in middle school after a lot of problems at home, fighting with her mother a lot, trying to make her get sober. That was the last time Amber had tried to get her mother to care more about her than her damn drugs. After her mother’s latest arrest and cocaine charge, Amber had been prepared to drop out of school, go full time at McDonald’s and get another part time job so she’d have enough money to keep a roof over her head and food in her belly. Then Aunt Lisa showed up at her apartment door out of the blue. Aunt Lisa was her mother’s younger sister. In college, she’d fallen head over heels for a Japanese man studying abroad; they’d had several classes together. At the end of their time together, he gave her a diamond ring and she followed him to Japan. All that happened before Amber was born; she only knew her aunt through family stories, photographs and very rare Skype calls. Aunt Lisa had always sent Amber birthday and Christmas gifts, at least until age 11, when Amber told her aunt to stop because her mom just pawned the gifts to pay for her drug habit. Aunt Lisa offered Amber a place in her house, to be a part of her own family. A chance for a new life. A chance to finish school. A new start in a new country; something Amber had been praying for. She hadn’t hesitated to say yes. The train pulled into another station. She swayed with the stopping motion. Her full bladder protested and she squeezed her muscles tight. People pushed past her; an elbow jabbed into her lower back. A small spurt of pee warmed the front of her pullup. Her heart fluttered and she clamped down tight with her pelvic muscles to stop the yellow tide. The thin padding soaked her pee up but it still felt wet and clammy. She winced- would Aunt Lisa count this as a wetting? Or would she let Amber slide since it was only a few drops? A few big drops. Would diapers full time really be all that bad? Her night diapers were so thick and comfortable; she could pee all she wanted without worrying about leaks or leaving her cozy bed. Full time diapers meant no more worries about those fancy toilets with all those buttons and kanji. Her cousin was the same age as her and diapered full time, so she wouldn’t be the only one in a diaper. Diapers also meant a longer time between changes, so she could go shopping all day without worrying about changing her pullups or finding a toilet. Diapers also meant thick and noisy underwear peeping out from under her short skirt. Her eyes widened at the thought. Pullups were so much thinner and discrete. They didn’t show. Right? Nervously, Amber smoothed down her flouncy skirt. She certainly felt her pullup if she pressed in enough, but it was so thin she was sure no one could see it. Pullups were thicker than panties, like wearing several pair at once, yet they were so much thinner than her bulky night diapers. All of her wettings in her pullups and her diapers were not accidents. The only true accident she’d had was on the long flight over. Travelling by herself for the first and only time in her eighteen years, she’d been nervous. Toss in a gnarly bout of air turbulence and she’d been too terrified to leave her seat to get up and pee. Fear had convinced her the plane was going to crash and she was going to die. That was her kind of luck. Surviving the plane and waiting in a very long line for the ladies’ room, she hadn’t been able to make it. One little leak had turned into a massive flood. Her luggage had been misplaced, so she’d been stuck in wet pants until her aunt found her. From Narita airport all the way home, nobody had said a word about her wet, pee-smelling jeans. Strangers stared covertly. Only foreigners openly gawked. No one teased or taunted her and they all looked hastily away when she made eye contact. A few people might have taken photos, but they were very covert about it so she never noticed. At her aunt’s house, Amber’s new home, Aunt Lisa had told her to take a bath and gave her some of her cousin’s clothes to borrow. The clothes were a little too small, but she managed to squeeze into them. Amber had felt so ashamed and embarrassed- so much for making a good impression. Her only consolation had been seeing the way her cousin’s pants poofed out and hearing the tell-tale crinkle. Settling into her new life, Amber noticed how doting Aunt Lisa treated her cousin. He was the same age as Amber- eighteen- but Aunt Lisa treated him much younger. She even checked and changed his diapers, like she didn’t trust him to manage his own diapers. He never fought her- he seemed to enjoy the attention. And when Amber had her accident, Aunt Lisa had been just as tender with her Amber’s heart had ached with yearning and jealousy at her cousin’s treatment. In those loving moments, Amber saw flashes of her mother when she was growing up- rare moments of sobriety and regret, when her mother remembered she had a daughter. Aunt Lisa treated Amber like an adult, but Amber secretly wanted the gentle warmth her cousin and his diapers got, something she never had enough of in her own childhood. So she’d purposefully wet her pants again, just to see how her aunt would react. No yelling, no judgement- just tender care. A few more wet pants during the following days found Amber in pullups. A couple of wet nights landed her in diapers, along with a plethora of hugs and kisses. Amber had wanted and craved that attention. Now she found herself enjoying the added feelings of security and comfort her extra padding provided. Her new dilemma; should she stay in pullups during the day and put more effort into figuring those damn toilets out, or just give up and go diapered full time?

I'm glad you enjoyed it enough to read twice, and enough to get inspired to want to write!

Glad you liked it. I had fun writing it, though it feels like many moons since I've played with these characters.

If you enjoy my writing and would like access to earlier updates, please consider joining my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/Cute_Kitten The great white was massive; easily seventeen feet in her estimation. Maybe that was just her fear talking. The jet black eyes focused on her were empty and cold. Just a beast full of a voracious, ancient hunger. She could make out every detail clearly. Gray upper body, white belly. Huge gills. Pink gums. Rows of serrated teeth. She felt like a chicken on the chopping block. Ro clutched the prod, ready to poke the shark if it got any closer. She stared her death in the eye. In the end, she had only one regret. She never should’ve lied to her injured husband. The shock of her death might be more than her pretty, fragile doll could handle. Betrayal, hurt, and lies would be his last memories and emotions of her. The shark circled closer, still swimming lazily. She turned with it. She risked a glance up; she was three fourths of the way to the surface. No human today, buddy. This snack fights back. Ro thought then dropped the abalone bag. A few thousand dollars for her life. Predatory instincts flared to life; the shark gave chase to the swiftly sinking abalone.Ro took a gamble, rising faster than was generally considered safe. She was a well seasoned diver in tune with her body. She knew the first signs of when she’d pushed herself too far and was approaching danger. She wanted more distance between her and the shark. She couldn’t see it. Distance gave her a better chance of getting onto the boat. Ascending and descending were the most dangerous times for divers. Like surfers, they especially resembled plump, tasty seals near the surface. Sheila’s father had lost his life mere feet from the boat. Yet Sheila continued on. The money was too good, and she had many surgeries she wanted for her transition. Ro rotated her body 360 for a clear view around and below her. No sign of the shark, or any other sharks. Was this the same shark that had bitten her beloved? It didn’t matter. All that mattered was finding where it went. Up here the water warmed. Almost to the surface. She could see the shadow of the boat’s bottom clearly. She looked for the shark again. No blurry shadows. Maybe the shark swam off. Or maybe it circled below, just out of sight. Waiting for the right opportunity to strike. One tiny mistake on her part would open a window of opportunity. A second’s lapse in judgement. Dropping her guard, like when she was getting on the boat. She could feel the heat of the surface now. Safety was so close. Fear urged her to swim faster, to go for broke in one last, desperate plunge. She ignored it, clutching her shark prod. Vigilance was vital now. She was so close to the surface she knew Sheila could clearly see her. They still had no way to communicate. Sheila could not help her; she was on her own. Was that a shadow moving far below her? The shark? A trick of the rippling water and sunlight? A school of fish? She had no other bait to offer. The shark could close the distance between them in seconds. The shark shield helped deter curious sharks who came up for a tentative, investigative nibble. Not a hungry shark with mouth open wide, massive weight thrown into a full-tilt , go for broke, all or nothing kill strike. Not even the shark prod could save her from that. Heart thumping in her ears, Ro spat out her mouthpiece as she surfaced. Sheila had already shelled the last abalone bag she’d brought up. Sheila stood by, watching for Ro. At Ro’s cry of “SHARK!”, she jumped into action. She kept a lookout around Ro as she swam for the boat. Ro kicked hard. Salty water sprayed over her face and stung her lips. Both she and the boat bobbed up and down on the choppy waves. She panted hard as fear finally started to get the better of her. Up on the surface, the water was a brilliant, crystal azure. Sheila scanned the water, face pinched tight as she fought off her own panic and memories of her father. “To me, Ro! Come on! You’re clear! Move it, girly!” She bellowed in her deep voice, as if she could make Ro swim faster by sheer force of will. Ro wasn’t looking down; she kept her eyes locked on Sheila’s and swimming with all the energy she had left. She trusted her friend to have her back. Sheila saw a big, dark shape moving down in the depths and rising fast. She didn’t want to call out and break Ro’s concentration. She hollered out some more. Once Ro was close enough, Sheila reached out and hooked her hands under her armpits. Water splashed over both of them. Hot summer wind blew stray hairs into her eyes. She gave a mighty, manly yank and quickly hauled Ro up into the safety of the boat. Ro lay gasping in a sprawled, soggy heap on the boat floor. The normally oppressive summer heat kissed her chilled, shaking bones. She closed her eyes against the bright light. Safe. She was safe. The danger had passed. Her brain took several moments to process that realization. Her chest heaved with released tension as she panted, breathing heavily. She shuddered violently, limbs twitching spastically as the tight hold she’d kept on her pent up and repressed fear snapped like a rubber band. The emotional recoil rolled over her in waves. She could hear Sheila panting as hard as if she’d just been chased by a shark herself. No doubt she was reliving memories of her father, thinking what almost happened to her best friend. Wondering what the hell they were thinking, doing this crazy shit. Doubting their decisions. Ro’s heart drummed a staccato rhythm in her ears while her thoughts ping-ponged around like lottery balls. She couldn’t think straight. All she could do was lay there like a ragdoll, recovering from her brush with death. “Shit, Ro. Holy shit. That was a big ass pointer. He’s circling like he’s still hungry. Think he could top the boat? Let’s get the hell outta here.” Sheila’s voice held more awe than fear. She called the shark a white pointer, a local name for great white.Ro listened to the clunkings and thumpings of Sheila getting the boat ready to return to shore. Now that her pulse had calmed and adrenaline rush faded, she was drained. Tired. The hard, wet floor was surprisingly comfortable. She could really go for a nap right now. Hell, she wouldn’t have minded one of Ryo’s thick, soft diapers….“Oi. Don’t sleep on me now. Let’s get you into a seat. I’m tired of stepping over you.” Huge hands lifted Ro up. Her legs wobbled like jelly; she had no will, strength, or coherent thought left. She just wobbled along where Sheila led like a lost child. If it wasn’t for Sheila’s strength supporting her, she’d fall flat on her face. “Hm? I’m good. Really.” Ro yawned as she plopped heavily into the passenger seat. Her limp body was a dead weight on the sun-warmed leather. “Just need a minute to catch my breath.” Sheila eyed her critically. “You’re a lil green around the gills, but you’ll be fine.” She stepped behind the controls and started up the boat. The engine roared to life, rumbling in Ro’s ears. “As long as I’m not dinner.” Ro’s head flopped against the headrest and lolled sideways. She squinted at the harsh sunlight bouncing off the waves. A gray dorsal fin cut cleanly through the water. She stared, blanking out thoughts of her recent swim with the creature. Definitely a shark. A very large shark. The motor whirred to life and the boat sped off as the fin sank underwater. Nearby floated the sad scraps of a shredded abalone net. The loss that bag represented twisted her heart. She stared at it without blinking until it was out of sight. ~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~ “Ryo. Baby. Look at me. Please.” Ryo lay on his back on their king size bed. He was naked except for his diaper. All of his slender, beautiful body was exposed and vulnerable, even his healing stump. Ro leaned over him, changing his diaper. She’d wiped him so attentively. He ignored her. Ever since that day in the hospital, she’d been so sweet with him. So loving, always smiling. Acting like her carefree self from before the accident. She never mentioned Sheila and abalone diving. When he asked, she just smiled and told him they’d already settled the matter. She promised, and she meant what she said. He could trust her. She was his true love, after all. His wife. Surely, he could trust her. So Ryo smiled back and quit bringing it up. The shadow of her silence laid on his heart. He did trust her. That’s what broke his heart. He went through the motions of healing, fake smiling at the doctors until they released him after keeping him longer than they should have. He had thought he’d feel normal, more like himself at home. While he’d been in the hospital, Ro had made changes at home, making things more accessible for him. He felt like a stranger in his own home. In his own body. This was the new normal; he doubted he’d ever get use to it. Dorothy trapped in Oz; Kansas but a memory. The sutures in his stump had healed, but the stump itself continued to pain him. Not as bad as in the hospital. The worst change was his relationship with Ro. Both were clinging to memories. Wanting to be as close as they used to be. Now there was a sea of missing legs and lies between them and he didn’t know how to reach her. He’d tried earlier and failed. So now he just floated along in the current of life. Ro had wrecked that ship when Ryo saw all the huge deposits in their bank account. There was only one way they’d have such a big leap in income; an even higher jump than in past abalone seasons. He showed her their banking statements; asked about the money. Her silence and the look of guilt on her face were all the answers he’d needed. That’s when he fell silent and Ro begged for his forgiveness. Ro rubbed the plastic panel on his freshly fastened, clean diaper. Ryo stared at the wall. She touched his face with tentative, searching fingers. He let her turn his head, but kept his gaze lowered. “Ryo. Please.” The hurt and rejection in her voice almost broke his heart. “What’s there to say? You’ll just do whatever you want to do. Fuck my feelings. Maybe you can just get the shrink to give me more pills. Since I’m emotionally distraught and an albatross around your neck.” Long held hurt and anger flavored his words with extra bite. Ro winced. Ryo didn’t feel guilty. She deserved this. Angry tears welled in his eyes and he closed them. He opened them when he felt her crawl on top of him, pinning his slim body under hers. One knee accidentally brushed against his stump; he gasped at the sensation. He tried to wriggle free, his diaper crinkling loudly. Her hands held his wrists and her weight held him down. “Ro.” “Ryo.” She leaned down, licking a tear then swallowing it. His eyes widened as his tears continued to fall. “I love you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I hurt you. I should’ve talked this over with you more. Been more honest. I’m not going to ask you to forgive me. I’m not sorry. I did what I felt I had to do. I’d do it again. You’d do the same if the situation was reversed.” Ryo bit his lip at that. Would he have risked his life to give them a better future? He stared up into the grey sincerity in Ro’s eyes. Yes, yes he would. He sighed. “It hurts. You lied to me. You went behind my back. That really hurts, Ro. More than my missing leg. Maybe I can forgive you in time. But it’ll be a long time.” Ro stared down into his eyes for a long moment. Her heart turned in her chest. She nodded her head, accepting his words. It was no more than she deserved. More than she deserved, actually. He was giving her a second chance, despite being so hurt. She could respect that. Be grateful for it. “So...are we okay?” Ryo thought her words over, taking his time. Examining his own emotions. “I don’t know. But I want to be.” “I want to be, too.” She touched her forehead to his. “I miss us.” “Me, too.” “So...we work on making us okay again?”“Yeah.” Ryo chewed his lip. “Ro….did all that money really come from abalone diving? You’ve never made that much before….”“Let’s just say the man in the gray suit threw in an added bonus.” Ro cut off any more questions with a soft, gentle kiss to his pink lips.

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Her speed dating was curious enough, and why would she waste her time with a guy like him? Why a woman like her wanted to go for coffee with a guy like him was an enigma in itself. And now this. No, he could not walk away. Satomi was a good bit away from him. He had been standing while she had been walking. He ran, belly bouncing. "Satomi!" He called out, huffing and puffing, hands on his knees as she waited for him to catch up. That little gesture puzzled him even more. They walked down half a block in silence when she turned and entered a small, plain shop nestled between two big, flashy stores. The coffee shop he would never have noticed on his own. He doubted many would if they did not know about it. The part of the sidewalk in front of the shop was unsalted with snow on it. The little shop had no sign on the worn, faded door. The paint was nearly all peeled off. The windows were so grimy he could barely see through. He looked down at the snow; Satomi left no footprints behind her. Wayne blinked, rubbed his eyes, and attributed the visual effect to him still recovering from shock. He needed a drink. Little bells on the door tinkled as he followed her in. The place was more crowded than he expected. The round little tables and chairs looked heavily varnished and hand carved. Along nearly the entire length of one wall blazed a real fire in a fire place with a hand carved and lacquered mantle decorated with the carved heads of snarling, fantastical mythical beasts from a menagerie of ancient cultures. The fire crackled, spreading warmth and the smell of burning, fragrant wood throughout the room. "Satomi-sama!" "Lady Satomi!" Many of the patrons called out to Satomi, and to each she responded with a regal dip of her head. A few times she paused to murmur greetings in tongues he did not understand. She even bowed deeply to a few. None of them seemed to take notice of him as he carefully squeezed his bulk past the maze of close set chairs and tables, following in Satomi's wake as she glided like a swan on a smooth lake. At the counter in front of the back wall, Satomi's fur dropped down to her elbows, exposing her slim shoulders and impressive cleavage to the barista. Wayne watched the elegant, smooth slide of bones under her satin skin. "I'll have an Irish coffee and, extra cream and whiskey, and-" She called over her shoulder, without looking. "Little man, what are you having?" The denizens noticed him for the first time and they all stared at him, openly wondering what Satomi was doing with someone like him. "Ah-just regular coffee with cream and sugar, please." Satomi either ignored him or did not hear him. "And a babycino with chocolate syrup and cream." The barista snorted as if she found the new idea of the babycino, which was a drink of frothed milk, sometimes flavored with a shot of syrup, mothers bought their little ones when they went to coffee shops, utterly ridiculous. Wayne blushed and felt somewhat childish that Satomi had ordered for him, and ordered him a child's drink. Wayne reached into his pocket for his wallet. Satomi was the one asked him out for coffee, and he knew in this modern age some women preferred to go dutch, or sometimes even pay for the whole thing, but Wayne was old fashioned in that regard and felt that the man should pay. Without one glance at him, Satomi reached back and smacked the arm that was reaching into his pocket. She shook her head at him and opened her clutch to pay, but the gray haired lady behind the counter waved Satomi off. "Nuh-uh. Not for you. Told you, don't want your money. I still owe you for the fucking start up loan." "It's not a loan. It was a gift. You don't owe-" The woman whirled suddenly, making a racket as she banged things around, making their orders. "Eh? Sorry dearie, can't hear you!" She hollered and ignored Satomi, who just rolled her eyes in resigned exasperation, as if this was old hat between the two. Satomi watched the flurry of activity as the woman clanged around. "Sato-" Wayne felt increasingly uncomfortable and out of place. Most of the patrons once more ignored him, but a few stared. Without blinking. Their gaze was as eerie and deeply penetrating as Satomi's. Satomi shushed him as she would a small child interrupting her. She leaned forward on the counter as the lady brought their drinks over, presenting the barista with a superb view of Satomi's luscious breasts. The barista gave them an appreciative leer as she set their cups down. She bent as she pushed the cups forward and a snake-like forked tongue darted out of her mouth, tasting the air, then darted out once more to flick across the tip of one creamy breast. Satomi let out a little hiss of air and the woman shuddered, like she had just popped an ice cube in her mouth. "So cold, but worth it." Satomi laughed and grabbed their drinks. "Thanks, Mayu." The woman smiled. "No, thank you, honey." Wayne sidled up to follow Satomi, shrinking from the speculative gaze the barista fixed on him. She eyed him like she was a toad and he a particularly juicy fly. "Keeping the company of the Lady Satomi? I envy you, and I pity you at the same time." She then laughed at the confused look that flashed over Wayne's face. He shoved his shaking hands in his pockets, glad he wasn't carrying his coffee for he surely would have spilled it. He stepped back and almost stumbled into Satomi. "It's like the Twilight Zone." He muttered to himself. "Pardon?" Satomi led the way to a small table by the window. Wayne could not see out of the frosted glass at all. As Satomi approached the empty one of the men nearby pulled out her chair and she smiled and thanked him. He replied with a nod of his head and clasped a fine boned, manicured hand on Wayne's beefy shoulder. "Lucky bastard." The man muttered into Wayne's ear. Wayne was even more confused and just ignored the man. He sat down and glanced at the snarling, mythical beast heads carved into the huge fireplace mantle. Those were the creatures nightmares were made of, and he wondered at who would choose such a decor for a shop. Not to mention, a fireplace like that was an accident and subsequent suing waiting to happen. As for the forked tongue...he shuddered again...he had seen specials on TV about people who practiced extreme body modification. This really did not seem the kind of place a classy lady like Satomi would frequent, and yet she seemed perfectly at home here and known to the other patrons, as if she was a regular customer. Satomi gingerly sat his cup down in front of him, and at the clack of the porcelain cup hitting the polished wood of the tabletop startled him out of his reverie. He looked up to see her staring at him and he blushed again. "Um...err...thank you. For the drink." He shifted, trying to get his big rump comfortable on the small chair. Once again he wished he had worn a diaper- the thick padding would make the hard chair more comfortable. Satomi gave him a small smile and his nerves froze as his heart thumped. The sultry expression in her eyes and lips could melt the marrow in a man's bones. Never breaking eye contact with Wayne, she dipped one fingertip into the heavy cream of her drink, then extended her hand behind her to the man who had pulled out her chair. He took her finger into his mouth, sucking the dab of cream off. He took Satomi's slender hand reverently in his own, turned it over, and kissed her knuckles before going back to his own drink and newspaper. Wayne stared, unsure how to react and slightly shocked. Satomi's smile widened like a Cheshire cat and she stirred her coffee with her licked finger. Did she expect him to lick it next? He reddened and used a small spoon to stir his own child's drink. He stared down at the frothy cream with chocolate sauce. He hid from her gaze as he slowly stirred. She just stared at him in silence, silently sipping her own drink. He could still feel her eyes upon him and he wondered what she was thinking. "This is-um- an ...unusual...place." He did not want to offend her, but he could not stand the silence between them any more. Mostly, he wanted her to stop looking at him like that and making him feel even more awkward than he was on his own. She seemed perfectly at ease. Hell she looked like she was enjoying this, relishing the discomfort she caused. "Mmm.." She let out a little bedroom moan as she sipped her drink, careful not to smudge her lipstick on her cup. He couldn't tell if she was agreeing with him or just enjoying her drink. The mental image of those full, peachy-pink lips hovering over his diaper covered crotch popped into his head, prompted by that little moan. Maybe she would kiss his diapered crotch or- Wayne suddenly coughed and shifted, feeling even more awkward and wanting to adjust his pants under his coat. Her eyes and lips smirked at him. "You're kind don't come in here much." Did she mean fat people? Or humans? He shook his head at that absurd idea. Maybe she meant awkward, nerdy guys? He took a long sip of the frothy, sweetened milk drink, and was surprised at how good, if childish, it tasted. He took another, deeper and appreciative sip and felt his body relaxing despite the strange occurences of the night. "Ah. Well, can't say I blame them. Not much room for people my size. Not even any donuts!" She laughed at his lame joke and for once there was nothing cruel, mocking or teasing in her tone. She was laughing with him, not at him. Wayne found himself smiling, too. He took another long drink of his milk as she did her own drink. They put their cups down at the same time and he blurted out the first thought that popped into his head in his relaxed state. "I'm sorry about your sister." Her face closed off and he immediately regretted the words. "I'm more sorry about my nephew." Satomi shrugged. "I was never surprised at Kana's fate. She'd been falling apart for a long time. It was pathetic. The true shame is that she dragged my nephew into her mess." Satomi fingered her locket. Wayne's grip on his mug tightened and he stared down at the frothy milk, mug warm against his palms. His mouth worked a few times, loose in shock at her cold words and even colder tone. "B-but....she's your sister." "So? Yes, her end was tragic. I miss her. But I'm not going to pretend like she was a good person when she wasn't. I'm not going to say nice things about her, just because she's dead. When I'm dead and gone, should people say nice shit about me? I fucking hope not." She sneered. "Satomi, the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. But what a fucking bitch she was." She laughed and raised her cup in a mock-toast. Wayne winced, her words and voice piercing into him like a fatal sword thrust. His stomach twisted and he felt faintly sick. He peeked up to watch her take a long drink with her eyes closed. When she opened them, the dark emotion swirling in her eyes nailed Wayne to his seat. Satomi daintily set down her cup, porcelain clinking against the saucer. "And you. What of your brother? Did you love him?" Wayne grimaced, dropping his gaze back down to his own cup. He swirled the milk but did not feel like drinking anymore. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of steamed milk, sighed and met Satomi's gaze. "Yes. What he did was beyond horrible. It tore two families apart. My family, we had to move to get away from it. My mom developed depression. I developed a beer belly. How do you forgive or move past something like that? I don't know. I remember growing up with my brother. He was a good kid, and a good role model for me. Really. The he started up with the drugs. Got kicked out of school. Got kicked out of the house. He changed. People just saw him as a monster on death row. I'm sure...a part of him was. It's easy to just blame the drugs. Its what he did in his letters to me. But part of him was a monster. Yet there were other sides of him, too." "No, not a monster. He was all too human. Perhaps that should be the scariest part. Everyone harbors the capacity for good and evil in them. Given the right triggers and circumstances, anyone could be a killer." Wayne shook his head. "I don't agree. That idea-it's too scary." He shuddered and swirled the milk around in his cup; some liquid sloshed over the side and onto the table. He fidgeted. The seat felt too small for his big bottom. He did not want to hear anymore of what she would say, did not want to be around her anymore. He looked around for signs for the bathroom, but didn't see any. Satomi coolly watched his head swivel around; he reminded her of a cornered rabbit. "People kill people every day. Sometimes you can tell there's something wrong with the murderer. Other times, it's a complete shock to those who knew them. " He met her unblinking, frosty gaze for a heartbeat then looked back down at his mug, which was sticky with the spilled milk. He licked his lips nervously and fidgeted some more. Satomi plunged on. "People amaze me with how willfully blind they can be. Tell me, did your brother's arrest shock you?" Wayne closed his eyes. The coldness in her voice and gaze unnerved him. Had she hunted him down to confront him over their siblings? That thought sent shards of ice down his spine and coiled in his stomach. His head throbbed and he felt faint. The murder happened a decade ago,so why did she come to him now? What did she want from him? "Yes. I didn't believe until after the trial, after he'd been sentenced to death. The evidence was just too much. The DNA, the fingerprints....your nephew's testimony.....it was all just too much....yet I-I didn't want to believe. The man who did those things, that's not the brother I knew." He trailed off, shaking his head. "I don't want to talk about this anymore." His hands shook on his cup, the milk sloshing around. Satomi just stared at him; he could feel her eyes on him, as cold as a predator's. She was so damn cold, not even a hint of mocking warmth to her. He shivered and abruptly stood up, more milk splashing onto the polished table. His chair screeched backwards on the wooden floor and hit into the empty one behind him. "Why me? Why now? What do you want from me?" Satomi's gaze followed his motion, her peachy pink lips smiling like a coiled cobra ready to spring at its prey and inject a deadly venom. "Finally give up on figuring me out?" She raised her cup to him in a victory salute and took a long, slow drink, draining her cup and gingerly setting it down. Wayne watched her, uncomfortable and just wanting to leave, to go home, diaper up and forget about the beautiful bitch who had toyed with him this night. Yet, they were bound by his brother's crime and this meeting tonight and deep down he knew he would never forget her now that he'd met her. His body was taut with tension and his bladder twinged. His agitation stressed his full bladder; all the liquids he'd drunk were catching up with him and adding to his discomfort. He really did need to get home or find a bathroom. But right now he wanted answers, wanted to put an end to this. He gripped table top, knuckles going white. "Answer me, damn it. You keep sending me mixed signals. Quit leading me on and tell me what you want with me!" His breathing was hard and labored as if he'd been once more running to catch up with her. Her answering smile vexed him all the more. "What do I want? It's very simple. You. Didn't you enjoy your evening in the company of a beautiful woman? One who even bought you a drink for a change." She laughed. "Why me?" "Why you, indeed. " Her laughing eyes mocked him. She rested her elbows on the table, interlocked her fingers and rested her chin on them. "I've been watching you, Wayne. I didn't know you were the brother of my sister's killer. It was a surprise and coincidence, but life is ironic like that. Just like it made someone like me my nephew's guardian. There are things about you I know. Things you've tried to keep hidden. Like the diapers." "B-beg p-pardon?" Wayne garbled. His vision blurred and he grasped the front of the table, suddenly feeling dizzy and faint. The air in the room was suddenly too stuffy. He couldn't breathe. She knew. She knew his secret. Satomi licked a little bit of remaining whiskey foam off her dainty china cup and smirked as if she'd cornered a mouse. "Yes. I know your secret. Your reaction to the diaper display confirmed it." She had singled him out, had hunted him down, and had found out about him from Martha, who worked in the pharmacy where she bought her nephew's diapers from. Taking care of her nephew had helped her get in touch with a softer side of herself she rarely showed and had thought she didn't have. Him relying on her for everything, especially changing his diapers, had brought nephew and aunt very close. She had found out about Wayne when she had her nephew in the pharmacy, picking up his diapers. Some little kid had pointed out to their mommy, rather loudly, about the big boy in diapers. The mother had given a few nasty remarks regarding people with disabilities, and Satomi had whipped around and let the woman have the full brunt of her wrath while Satomi's nephew had shrunk in on himself and pressed against the counter, eyes lowered and struggling not to cry. Martha, the pharmacy clerk, had comforted him and told him plenty of other people, older kids and adults, needed diapers and it was nothing to be ashamed of, and she was in fact holding a diaper order from the internet for another customer, and it was the same kind of diapers he wore. After the woman and child left, as Martha got Satomi's nephew's diaper order, Satomi had noticed behind Martha a plain box the same size and shape as the one's her nephew's diapers came in. Same company logo, too. And she'd noticed the name on the order. That moment had sealed Wayne's fate. Wayne made an awkward, dry gasping squeak. He flapped his beefy hands in his distress as he struggled to breathe. He couldn't think. Satomi knew. About his diapers. She knew his deepest, darkest secret. It was why she had approached him, singled him out. Those thoughts swam in his head, clouding his thinking. Once again, she had yanked the carpet out from under him. Satomi's poisoned honey smile revealed white teeth that were a dentist's wet dream, at least until she bit their fingers off. "You heard right. There's a reason I came to you. I have something special for you. A gift. Or, possibly, a curse. " She grinned. "You'll either love me or hate me, but give it to you I will. I've decided." She spoke as if he had no choice. Wayne stared at her dumbly. She...wanted to give him something? Something to do with diapers?? His jaw dropped, moving for several minutes like a fish out of water. Finally he found his voice. "H-how? W-what?" "How did I know? The same way Santa knows whether little boys and girls have been naughty or nice." She toyed with him again, but his brain was still processing what was going on for him to feel indignant. He slowly shook his head. "I-I need to go to the b-bathroom." He needed to get away, to clear his head and think about all this. And, he DID have to pee. Her beautiful features took on a sadistic, triumphant leer and for a startling, fleeting moment she looked not human at all- she looked demonic. Fear jolted through him like a lightning bolt and a squirt of pee escaped into his boxers. "There's no bathroom here." Her laughter was full of wicked glee, amusement at his distress. "Come with me." Thinking she was leading him to a bathroom, he offered no resistance as his head was foggy, still numbed with shock and panic, and his bladder grew more and more insistent. She laid a bare, slim hand on his wrist. "Ah!! You're so cold!!!" He cried out; her pale hands felt as if they were made of arctic ice. She ignored him, heading for the door. Its ribbon of bells tinkled as she slammed the door open, hauling him behind her. She was somehow able to move so quickly and effortlessly in the stilettos. Wayne stumbled along behind her, looking down at the snow covered sidewalk and once again noticed Satomi left no footprints. He didn't even hear the click-clack of her heels on the frosty cement. The wind whipped fierce around them. He closed his eyes against the icy sting, blindly following Satomi. Her excited laughter pealed through the air like the chime of silver bells. Wondering what was so amusing, Wayne cracked one eye open to find them gliding past pedestrians as if he and she were walking on the air. He closed his eyes again as the bitter wind made them water. Wayne slammed into a brick wall. Pain pulsed through his body. He moaned, wondering what happened, if they'd run into a wall. The bitter sting of the winter wind was gone, yet it still blew over head; they must be in an alley shielding them from winter's touch. He slowly opened his eyes. Satomi stood before him, her eyes wide and electric, boring into him. Snow drifted around them. Satomi's skin was so pale it seemed to blend into the white of the snow. Only those horrifying eyes stood out. He cringed and looked away, down at the large stack of cardboard boxes with the logos of various adult diaper companies surrounding him. He dimly realized they were in the alley behind the medical shop. “Wayne.” Satomi purred, one icy-cold finger lifting his pudgy chin and forcing him to look at her. She stood right in front of him, trapping him against the brick wall. Her body radiated cold, as if it was the essence of winter itself. The whiskey and coffee froth and peach lipstick were gone from her full lips; pale, ice-kissed blue was left in their wake. Wayne’s mouth felt dry, his full bladder forgotten, as he stared at those alien lips. “W-what are you? S-Satomi?” She leaned in even closer, lips almost touching his cheek. He cringed into the wall, as far away from her as he could go. She smirked. “Yuki-onna. Snow maiden.” She grabbed his chin, her slim fingers unnaturally strong, and forced his head around. Her touch burned icy hot and he whimpered as she kissed him. Her lips were soft and oh so cold. Cold pierced through him like an icy knife, stealing his breath and his thoughts. She tasted like creamed whiskey as her tongue plundered his mouth, her long, lean body molding to his plump one. Cold filled him, sucked away his human warmth from the inside, like his insides were getting frost bite. Parts of him started to feel numb while other parts were sharp with icicle-daggers of pain. He groaned. Satomi pulled back, eyes twinkling. Warmth flooded Wayne’s crotch as soon as she pulled her lips away. He was dazed, punch-drunk, and shivered like he’d been outside in the cold winter for hours. “W-what did you d-do to m-me?” He shivered as the piercing cold receded and she stepped back a little. Satomi grinned. “I just took a little of your warmth, as is the nature of my kind. I could have killed you if I wanted to. The yokai court- basically, the governing body of my kind- would not hold your death against me, brother of my sister’s murderer.” She dipped her head in a mock-bow. “I just wanted some warmth. And some sport with you. It was fun. You may think me cruel, but with you I was gentle. If you were the usual arrogant cock I go for, I’d have had you crawling on your hands and knees, licking my feet as you shit yourself in a diaper.” She laughed. Her beautiful, melodious voice was full of unbridled malice. Wayne’s heart beat fast in fear, no ounce of desire for her left in him. He pressed further into the wall. Satomi’s eyes suddenly lit up. “And now for the gift I have for you.” She gave him another mock bow. Snow fell heavier and the wind gave a sudden, strong gust. Wayne blinked and shut his eyes against the swift flurry. When he opened them, Satomi was gone. He sighed, slumping in relief. The warmth in his pants was now cold. And wet. Wayne blinked and looked down. His pants were wet. He groaned. His coat hid his crotch, but his bladder had been full and the wet spots ran all the way down his legs. Damn snow bitch. “What the hell? I swear, I’ve GOT to be dreaming.” Her gift of wet pants was more of a prank. The sudden cold must have jolted his full bladder, making him pee on reflex. The winter chill sucked the heat out of his urine soaked pants, making him shiver some more. “I gotta get home.” It was either stay out here in the cold alley until he dried, or take the walk of shame back to his car and hope no one noticed. He chewed his lower lip, debating his choices. A light flicked on and a door on rusted hinges squeaked noisily as it swung open. “Wayneell?” A woman’s startled voice drew his attention. Wayne jumped and spun around, looking up at a familiar face. “M-Martha?” “What are you doing here?” They both said at the same time. “My sister owns this store. I’m helping her with the inventory.” She held up several empty adult diaper boxes. “I-I was just waiting to dry-” He stuttered the truth out in his surprise, his brain too shocked to come up with a lie on the spot. He blurted out the first thought in his head, which unfortunately for him was the truth. “Waiting to dry?” She echoed, confused, the looked at his pants and open coat. Open coat? When did that happen? Satomi. He stifled a groan and felt his pants grow warm as another spurt of pee escaped without warning. “Oh. I see.” Understanding dawned on her face. Wayne just groaned and his his embarrassed, red face in his hands. He’d just wet his pants without warning. Again. Oh God, what had Satomi done to him? He was still numb with the shock of it, but beyond the numbness he was starting to realize she had somehow made him incontinent. And now he had pissed his pants in front of a coworker. Martha was one of the cafeteria ladies he saw every day at lunch, and one he often chatted with as he ordered his food. “I’m so sorry.” He mumbled into his palms. “It just- I just- it happened so fast and-” “You poor dear. I was wondering why we had an order with your name on it. But now I see. It's a medical condition- it's nothing to be embarrassed about. So why don’t you come on in and clean up in the bathroom while I get your order for you.” Her voice was gentle and coaxing like a warm cup of coffee. It soothed his frayed nerves enough that he could peek up at her over his fingers. “W-what?” She was all warm smiles and understanding. An honest smile, not one of Satomi’s amused, mocking smirks. “Well? Don’t just stand there like a ninny. Come on. You’ve nothing to be ashamed of. I have an autistic niece still in diapers.” Martha said matter-of-factly. She had the warmth and authority of a very maternal woman. She tossed her empty boxes to the pile in the alley. Wayneed slumped, his reeling mind still working to come to grips with what was going on. He was unable to come up with any excuse to politely get away. At least now he could dry his pants. Further added to his shock of wetting his pants and being caught in said wet pants was being was the lunch lady he knew from work also worked at the same pharmacy where he ordered his diapers from. Diapers for his fetish, not a medical condition, but he’d be damned if he’d ever tell her that. “Wayneell! Come along.” Martha reprimanded as if he were one of her children or grandchildren. She held the door open for him and gestured for him to come in. “Al-alright.” He trudged up the steps after her and paused just before entering. He peeked up at her, his face still bright tomato red. “Thank you.” Martha smiled. “You’re quite welcome.” He realized for the first time that Martha was not really all that bad looking. Her beauty was a small flicker to the bright blaze that Satomi’s was. As Martha led him to the employee restroom in the back of the store, he wondered why he had never noticed her before in a romantic way. Sure, he saw and talked to her on a daily basis but he had never noticed the red highlights of her hair or the way her ample hips swayed as she walked. She was a bigger woman but that didn’t bother him at all. It's not like he had room to complain with his own girth. He thanked her once again and slipped into the bathroom. “I’ll just go grab one of your diapers- err, disposable briefs- from your order. Be right back!” Martha called as the bathroom door swung shut. Wayne was ready to fall to pieces as the shock began to wear off. Twice, he had pissed himself. Twice! He turned the sink on, splashing cold water on his face, and felt a little warm spurt into his wet pants. He groaned and looked down. Satomi really was not human. He was starting to wonder if she was even real, or if he had gotten pissed assed drunk and hallucinated the whole thing. But whatever the case was, his current bladder problems occupied his attention. The snow and those blue, blue lips. Monster. Not real. Could she have been real? Monsters were real. Maybe . Monsters who stole people’s bladder control. He started shaking. “No, can’t fall apart now. Gotta get home. Home. Yeah, that sounds good. Just get home and go to sleep.” He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths until he had calmed down. He stripped his wet pants off before he could have another accident in them and held them under the hand dryer, starting at the damp, urine-smelling crotch where the damage was the worst. He was getting ready to press the cold metal button when someone knocked on the door. “Wayne? Here’s your diap- err, absorbent brief.” Wayne opened the door a crack, making sure to hide his body behind the door so she couldn’t see him. “Ah, th-thank you.” He stuck his hand out, unable to look into her eyes. She thought he was incontinent and wore diapers because she just caught him with wet pants. Working at her sister’s pharmacy, she would also had seen he ordered diapers and she had put two and two together. Martha put the diaper into his hand; he could feel the plastic covered thickness of it. He withdrew his hand and shut the door. His face instantly flamed when he spied the happy clowns and balloons smiling up at him on the diaper’s front panel. He’d forgotten he’d ordered those. From the other side of the door, he heard her giggle like a schoolgirl. “Wayne? Those are some….interesting….briefs.” His mouth went dry; he bit his tongue before he could panic. “Aaah. Umm. Yes. Just a little whimsy to lighten an otherwise rather depressing situation.” The excuse popped into his head and rolled off his tongue before he could stop it. Being put on the spot with warm, understanding Martha was somehow much easier despite the embarrassing. Martha’s warm voice was much less humiliating than Satomi’s cruel eyes and mocking lips. “I think it’s rather cute. That’s a great attitude to have- you let nothing hold you back. .” The admiration in her voice for what she deemed his maturity in accepting his supposed incontinence had his face turning red. Once more Wayne lost his wits and was tongue-tied. “Ah. Th-thanks. Again.” He laughed nervously. “Well, I’ll leave you to finish up. If there’s anything you need, just let me know. I’m gonna go back to counting inventory.” He slumped against the door when he heard her footsteps fade away. The cheery clowns on the diaper stared up at him with their mocking smiles. He had to put this damn thing on, or risk wet pants again. Martha already thought he needed the diapers; she expected him to have one on. Nothing to be nervous about. Right? He had always fantasized about wearing a diaper in public. Yet now that it was a reality, it had lost its appeal. With shaking hands, he sat the diaper aside, finished drying his pants and underwear, then picked the diaper back up. He just stared down at it, unable to believe what he was about to do. What he had to do. He took several deep breaths. he could do this. She said it was cute. A warm glow suffused his body at the memory and he felt much calmer. With steady hands, he unfolded the thick diaper. He put the back between his butt and the wall to hold it up then brought the front up between his legs. He tucked himself in, pointed down to help prevent leaks, and taped the diaper snug and secure. She thought the clowns were cute. He bit his lip to keep from smiling as he reached for his pants. The diaper was thick, night time absorbency. He slid his boxers and pants on over top of his diaper, which helped muffle the noisy crinkle, but did little to hide the diaper’s bulk. Luckily it was winter and his coat would take care of that. He folded the leather coat over one arm and exited the bathroom after washing his hands. Martha was just outside, finishing up with the store’s supply of adult diapers. She looked up when she heard the door open. Her grey eyes flicked to his crotch for a split second and she smiled at him. He blushed and smiled nervously back. “Feeling better?” “Ah. Yes. Much.” “Just leave that leaky diaper of yours in the trash. I’ll take care of it. Nothing I haven’t dealt with before. ” She said in a motherly tone. Wayne shifted, suddenly feeling guilty for not having a diaper on before. He blinked, startled by the feeling. “Um...err….you see...I-I...d-didn’t have one on….” he mumbled. “What?” Her eyes widened at his admission and her thin lips pursed in displeasure at his stupidity. He held his hands up, feeling like a naughty school boy getting scolded. “Well, you see, there was this speed-date event at the bar and I was afraid of the ladies finding out. In hindsight, it was rather stupid of me.” “I won’t argue there.” He laughed, more out of nervousness than relief, but it was enough to break the tension between them. She laughed, too. “Men.” She shook her head. “So, did you have any luck before your accident?” He sighed and shook his head. “Well, I did get to talk with one. Satomi.” he packed that one word with a mix of admiration and fear for that monstrous beauty. Martha clucked her tongue to show her distaste at the name as he set aside her clipboard and pen. “You know her?” Wayne asked in surprise. “She’s come in with her nephew a few times. He’s such a sweet little thing. Cute as a button. I changed him once. He came in by himself to get some diapers when he’d had a rather loud accident in his pants. Poor lamb was so embarrassed he’d started crying. What else could I do but help him? But that aunt of his...it's like Snow White and the Evil Queen.” She shook her head. “Evil queen indeed. That sounds just like her.” Martha bent and picked up an open box; she stood up and handed it to him. “Here’s your order and receipt. You had prepaid when you placed the order.” The torn open package of clown diapers smiled up at him and he blushed as he took the box. He stared down at the clowns, unable to meet Martha’s eyes. “Ah. Th-thank you.” Holding a box of his diapers- diapers Martha had opened and pulled one out of for him- made him more conscious of the one currently wrapped around his waist. The bulky padding pressed comfortingly against him and he shifted, hearing his diaper crinkle. “No problem, sugar.” Wayne took a deep breath and raised his eyes to stare into hers. “I really mean it. Thank you, for everything. You’re a very warm and compassionate woman. Your husband is a very lucky man.” He didn’t stutter at all as he voiced what he was feeling inside. Now it was her cheeks that reddened. “I’m not married.” Wayne’s heart beat faster. “That just means the lucky man hasn’t come along yet.” She smiled like a shy school girl. “That’s kind of you to say. But warmth and compassion don’t attract many men.” She gestured to her body. She had only a small claim to physical beauty. A few might even have called her ugly. “I think those are very attractive qualities.” Wayne felt light headed and wondered what he was doing. “Oh.” She blushed redder and dropped her eyes. Wayne cursed himself for a fool and fell silent, all his newfound bravado gone with that soft “oh” from her lips. After several minutes, she peeked up at him and smiled shyly. He grabbed the tattered remains of his courage. “Um...I should g-get going but...um...if-if you ever have some f-free time ...um...want to go for a cup of coffee? No pressure or anything! Just two coworkers meeting for a cup of joe. And-and we’ll just see how things go from there.” he blurted it in a rush. He was sure he’d already blown it, so asking surely could not hurt. It was not the first time he had been turned down and surely would not be the last. He held his breath and felt warmth spread around his padded crotch as he wet himself. He shifted, diaper crinkling. Martha chewed her lip and fiddled with her clipboard. At the sound of his diaper in the quiet backroom, her eyes flicked to his crotch. She nodded to herself, as if deciding a man in clown diapers was not that romantically intimidating. Finally, she looked back up at him. “Okay. I think...I’d like that…” Wayne blinked in surprise and bit his lip to keep from blurting out a shocked “really?”. He smiled, and her cheeks blazed cherry red. “W-well, I-I better-get going…” He shifted, his diaper crinkling audibly some more. He picked up his box of diapers and folded it closed then headed for the door. “Yeah.” Martha said and looked down at her clipboard. “But I look forward to that cup of coffee with you!” Wayne’s face was bright red as he blurted that out then dashed out the door, not waiting to see her response. Once in the cold alleyway, his nerves left him filled with shocked disbelief and pleasure. A grin split his face as he carried his diapers to his car, wetting a few more times and getting a few sideways looks because of the loud crinkling. Snow kept falling and the wind picked up, seeming to echo with Satomi’s laughter.

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This part has been up on ABDLSF for a while; I can't believe I forgot to update over here as well. If you enjoy my stories and would like earlier access updates, please consider supporting me on Patreon. https://www.patreon.com/Cute_Kitten “But first, we gotta drop in on the old battle axe. The Ladies’ Society is having afternoon tea. She won’t refuse in front of all those biddies.” Lili smiled her Cheshire cat smile. Cameron stared at the upscale cafe, The Queen’s Corner, as Lili led him inside. The logo had a crown on top of a teacup. Inside, vases with fresh roses sat on each table and false chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Flameless candles provided ambient lighting. It was the sort of place the upper crust of Mapleton, like Beatrice and her ilk, flocked to. He looked around and wrinkled his nose at the ornamental gaudiness of it all. Catching the gaze of some of Grandma Beatrice’s acquaintances, he immediately dropped his gaze to the tiled floor. Lili led him through the cafe to the indoor rose garden inside the greenhouse. Flowers bloomed all around, carefully tended roses of all varieties. The small cafe tables had been pushed together to form one long one for the Society’s meeting. The ladies, chic in their casual-rich attire, chatted over steaming cups of tea and dainty finger sandwiches. All hushed voices stopped at Lili and Cameron’s appearance. Lili never broke her stride. Cameron could feel their scandalized disdain; he looked up and winced at all the shocked faces. How dare anyone interrupt them, especially these two sideshow freaks! Grandma Beatrice’s smile was just as false as Lili’s, her eyes narrowed ever so slightly when she caught her grandson’s eye. Cameron shuddered, cheeks turning pink and dropping his eyes. Grandma was SO pissed.His heart trembled in fear, drowning out his determination. He fought the urge to cringe and blubber how sorry he was for being such a bad, disobedient boy. His diaper grew warm and his hold on Lili’s hand tightened. He peeked back up at his grandma. At the cold disapproval in Beatrice’s eyes, he stumbled. Lili caught him then urged him forward with a gentle tug. He hid behind her, the crinkle of his diaper filling his ears. “Good afternoon, ladies. I see tea is going ever so well.” Lili dipped her head in a regal nod to Jill and Beatrice’s cronies and sycophants. A few women nodded; most just gawked, put at ease by Lili’s appropriate, normal appearance. In those preppy clothes, she was a dead ringer for Priscilla. Only the spiked piercings under her lower lip and the trembling, overgrown baby behind her ruined the illusion of her being a proper young upper crust woman. “Liliana.” Jill sat poker straight at the head of the table like a queen ruling over her court. Beatrice sat at her right hand like a loyal retainer. Jill’s voice was ice cold. A wardrobe change wasn’t enough to thaw her heart. Her hard eyes silently demanded ‘what the hell are you doing here? Why are you trespassing on my territory? What are you up to?’ Lili strolled right up to Grandma Jill and kissed her cheek. Jill stiffened, barely suppressing the urge to cringe away. “So, Grandmother dear. Miss Beatrice.” Lili’s eyes flicked to each old woman in turn. “One of the students in Cameron’s class is having a sleepover. Cameron here wasn’t invited. He feels left out. We can’t have that, yeah? So, I figured he could have a sleep over at my place. And we’ll have more fun than those mean babies. Whaddya say?” Cameron’s eyes widened. Did she make that up on the spot? Her lie was so smooth, so earnest, he almost fell for it. One of the rules of the Regression Therapy Room at school was everyone got invited to parties, or the invites were not allowed to be handed out at school. Most of Cameron’s out of school social life before Lili had consisted of childish birthday parties for his regressed peers. Beatrice threw him a birthday party each year only so she’d look good to the rest of Mapleton society; she just hired a party planner to take care of it all. Jill and Beatrice appeared stunned at the request. Beatrice automatically looked to Jill, deferring to her. In private, she surely would have said no then berated Lili for taking Cameron out of his nursery. Jill pursed her lips, deciding upon the most socially tactful way of voicing her disapproval. Lili’s smile stretched into a picture of angelic innocence. “You know what a good job I do helping out with dear Prissy. Cameron and I are just gonna watch some Sesame Street, play some board games. Maybe Candy Land, it’s his favorite. You won’t even know we’re there.” Jill glanced at the ladies around her. She had an image to keep up, so she returned Lili’s smile. “Of course, sweetheart. What a splendid idea. What do you think, Beatrice dear?” “Of course, of course. Splendid idea, indeed.” Beatrice echoed. Cameron cringed at that syrupy sweet tone. His diaper crinkled loudly as he shuffled behind Lili. Grandma was so very angry at him; he’d be paying for this later. “Wonderful! Thank you ever so much.” Lili gushed with false enthusiasm. She darted in, quickly pecking Jill’s cheek with another kiss then did the same to Beatrice. Both old women jumped and scowled their displeasure before remembering they were in polite company and had appearances to keep up. They stretched their lips into strained smiles. Lili’s responding smile was genuine; she took pleasure in their discomfort. Cameron bit his lip, smiling softly. He’d always admired her ability to get under the skin of authority figures. With that, Lili turned and strolled out with Cameron waddling and crinkling along behind her. As he toddled along, he felt his diaper grow warm as he peed himself. The relatively dry padding whisked the wetness away. ********************************* “A sleepover? Lili, what are we doing?” Cameron sat on Lili’s bed, looking around her bedroom. All the pink frills and pastel lace was more Prissy’s spoiled princess style than Liliana’s gothic purple and black. With Lili, he expected her bedroom to be dark, with skulls everywhere. Maybe some candles that dripped blood-red wax. Posters of bands with crazy hair, gothic makeup, tattoos and piercings instead of cheerful, peppy boy bands. “We’re getting you out of Beatrice’s clutches and buying some time.” Lili’s voice floated out of her huge, walk-in closet. “Oh. Okay.” Cameron popped a yellow pacifier into his mouth. He knew he needed to be a big boy, but he still felt like such a baby inside. It was easier to act like a big boy when he wasn’t cowering in fear of his grandma. Sucking a pacifier was a deeply ingrained habit; he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to break it. The sucking motion soothed him as much as the thick padding around his privates did. While he waited for Lili, he glanced around the room. A sparkly rhinestone encrusted photo frame sat on the bedside table; a picture of Max and Prissy in their football and cheerleading uniforms. Someone had vandalized the photo with a Sharpie, drawing devil horns and a goatee on Prissy’s smiling face while Max had a Hitler moustache and a penis hanging off his chin. Cameron giggled at the immature graffiti. He almost reached for the photo but checked himself just in time. Good boys didn’t touch things that didn’t belong to them. Not that Lili would care; she was most likely the culprit who defaced it. He flopped onto his belly with a crinkle. Warm pee flowed over his crotch as he stared at the closet, waiting for Lili to emerge. Thinking of Prissy made him shudder in old fear, but that paled in comparison to the terror he felt about grandma sending him away and his father returning home. In face of that bleak future, he didn’t fear Prissy as much as he used to. If he was going to succeed at being a big boy again, he’d have to face his normal peers at school once more. He shivered at the thought. But this time would be different; he had Lili. He knew she’d protect him. Lili soon emerged from the closet, pushing a big cardboard box. Cameron scrunched his face up in silent question; Lili just grinned. “Come here, Cam-Cam. We’re gonna make you a big boy, yeah? We’re gonna show ‘em you’re ready to ditch babyhood. So you need big boy clothes. Time to ditch the baby duds.” She opened the box, revealing dark clothing. Her old clothes. Her cheshire cat grin stretched from ear to ear as she tore through the box while Cameron watched her with wide eyes. She played dress up with him. He was soft and pliant, a living baby doll as she put outfit after outfit on him. He eyed the closed bedroom door, worried someone would come in as her hands stripped away protective layers of clothing. Stripped away his babyhood. He stood naked except for his gargantuan diaper. He sucked his paci and poked the happy teddy bears on his diaper’s front panel, doing his best to ignore, to block out the fact that his burn scars were exposed for all the world to see. Anyone who walked in that door would see his ugly scars. He felt so vulnerable. Lili assured him she’d locked the door, but he was still terrified of being seen. She placated him with little kisses to his cheeks, to the tip of his nose, his forehead. Once she selected the first outfit, she hooked her finger through his pacifier ring. Panic flashed. He wasn’t ready for this. He was still just a baby. But if he didn’t do this, he’d be sent all the way back to babyhood. Permanently. No more big boy thoughts. No more Lili. he shuddered and bit back a whimper when the nipple popped out of his mouth. “Ah!” He jumped, giggling, as Lili blew a raspberry on his scarred belly, just above his diaper. She cupped his face. Their eyes met, her gaze soft and warm with just a touch of mischief. He shivered, feeling all tingly inside. Her forehead touched his, her nose rubbing his in an Eskimo kiss. Just when he started to relax, she playfully nipped at his nose. Startled, he jerked his head back. She buried her face in his exposed neck then blew a raspberry on his soft skin. He laughed, squirming helplessly in her embrace. “C’mon, baby.” Lili stumbled, realizing that calling him baby was not the best move at the moment. He needed to be a big boy, not her soft, giggly baby. “Cam-cam. Cameron. My big boy with the noisy butt.” He giggled at her confusion. Moments later, he found himself transformed into a gothic baby doll as Lili tried outfit after outfit on him. As a baby, he never had any say in what he wore. He had some clothes he liked better than others, but he’d learned early on his preferences did not matter. Even back when he’d tried being a big boy, being mainstreamed in school the first time, Beatrice still had maids choosing appropriate outfits for him. But he was a big boy now. He didn’t need grandma’s approval. He knew now he was never going to get it no matter what he did. Maybe he could , picking out his own clothes? At least offer his opinion….but he just stood there passively as Lili dressed him. He didn’t want to disappoint her. His baby wardrobe was a rainbow of bright colors. Lili’s wardrobe was black, black, and more black. Most of her clothes were scary. Or too revealing. He shook his head at a particularly gory skull with a bleeding heart in its mouth. He stepped back with a rustle of plastic. “What’s wrong, Cam?” Lili’s brow wrinkled in concern. “I...I…” Polite refusal lodged in his throat. In the end, he couldn’t do it. Couldn’t voice his opinion. “You don’t like it? It’s one of my favorites.” He winced. “S-Sowwies.” He mumbled softly. “Baby. Cameron. You don’t have to like everything I do. You’re allowed to say no. It’s okay. We’ll work on that.” She kissed his forehead then hugged him close. He was comfortable with her seeing his horrid scars. She rubbed his back, fingers ghosting over the swirls, bumps, and ditches of his pink and white, boiled flesh. Her hand drifted down to the smooth plastic of his diaper, rubbing his heavily padded bottom. Instead of flat padding slightly swollen with pee, her palm passed over mushy lumps. She stilled. “Cameron. Baby. How’s your diapee?” Cameron frowned at her sugary-sweet, talking to a toddler tone. He was supposed to be a big boy. He shifted, focusing on how inside his diaper felt. It was a feeling he was used to ignoring. “Um…” He scrunched his nose up as he concentrated. His crotch was warm and dmap. He’d peed and his diaper was wet, but not wet enough to the point where he normally noticed he was wet. The back of his diaper clung to his cheeks, which slid together like they were covered in mushy mud. He’d pooped himself. When? He’d never even felt the seat of his diaper filling up. “I poopied?” “Good boy!” Lili rewarded him with a sunny, proud smile. “I’ll change your diapee. Diaper. Change your diaper after we get you changed.” He nodded his head, then let Lili finish dressing him. He ended up in a plain black sweater and faded gray jeans with rips in the knees. He was thin. Where he was just skin and bones, Lili was womanly curves. Her clothes hung loose, except for the crotch. The pants clung tight to his diaper, showing off every lump and bulge. The pant waist only came up to his hips; his diaper flowed out the top. The top of his diaper came well up over his belly button. The loose sweater helped hide it, a little, but his diapered state was still visible to anyone who looked. Cameron poked at the noticeable diaper bulge in his pants. His diaper crinkled; he felt like an overgrown baby playing dress up as a big boy. He scrunched his nose and took his pacifier out, handing it to Lili. He had to leave babyhood behind, unless he wanted to be stuck here permanently. Time for him to become a big boy. A big boy who needed diapers, but they would be big boy diapers. No more paci and no more fun prints on his diapers. “Well? Whaddya think? It’s the least scary outfit I own.” Lili came up behind him. Her arms slid around his padded waist and her chin rested on his shoulders. “I...look like a big boy.” He said softly. His slender hands covered hers. “Now I just need to feel like one.” His voice was barely an audible whisper. A corner of her lips quirked up in a half smile. “Baby steps, my big boy. What’s important is you lookin’ like a big boy. It’ll help people think you are a big boy-” She froze, a light bulb flicking on in her head. “Holy shit. That’s what Asha wanted me to get. Why she’s been making me dress like this. “ Lili snorted, then laughed. “God, I’m so fucking stupid.” She laughed harder at Cameron’s sweetly confused expression. Her knees turned to jello; her weight leaned on him, using him as a support to stay standing. Cameron tried to hold her up, but he wasn’t sued to it. He leaned too far forward and bent his knees too much. They collapsed in a heap. His whole body hit the floor with Lili on top of him, squashing him. The mess in his diaper squished around and wet warmth spurted over his crotch. Lili groaned and staggered to her feet. “Damn. You’re nothing but bones.” She rubbed her side, where his elbow had accidentally caught her in the gut. “Sorry?” Cameron said reflexively. He sat up and waited for the throbbing to die down. “You’re the one who fell on me.” He mumbled soft and hesitant, testing the waters and trying to act like a big boy. “Hey. Guess you’re right. Since your’e already on the floor, let’s get that diaper changed, yeah?” He nodded his assent. “I...I should learn how to change my diapees? Diapers? I...I used to. When….back when I was mainstreamed.” His speech was hesitant, soft, scared and reluctant. He liked having his diaper changed; it made him feel loved and cared for. Especially when Lili. Diaper changes with her felt so intimate, once he’d gotten over the fears of her seeing his disgusting scars. Lili blurred the stringent lines that kept him firmly in his place as a baby. She treated him more as an equal, yet still as a baby. She’d helped him grow. She was a babysitter and friend all rolled into one. “Don’t worry about that now.” Lili stuck her tongue out at him teasingly and made a silly face. He giggled. She looked around for his diaper bag, then looked some more. She searched the entire room, even going back into the closet. His first instinct was to lay on his back and passively watch and wait like a good baby. He stared for several heart beats then awkwardly got to his feet with loud crinkles. The enormous bulk of his diaper hampered him, forced his legs far apart. He waddled over to her, helping her search for the missing diaper bag. “Shit. I forgot the fucking bag in your nursery. Damn it to hell-” Cameron took his pacifier out of Lili’s pocket and stuffed it into her mouth, cutting off her tirade of swear words. He smiled at the look of surprise on her face. “You swear too much.” He gently teased, but his big doe eyes were wary. Any time he acted like this, he was used to being chastised back into perfect, obedient silence. Lili just snorted and put the pacifer back into his mouth. He quietly accepted, not sure if she was teasing or chastising him. He nursed softly and waited for her to make the next move. “Well, I know where we could get some diapers. You stay here and I’ll be right back in a flash.” As much as he was trying to be a big boy, being alone in a strange room in a strange house unnerved him too much. His heart quivered in anxiety. He shook his head. “I-I wanna go wif yew. Peese.” His toddler tone was back and he entwined his fingers with Lili’s in a silent plea. His eyes were big and dark with terror. Lili gazed at him for several long moments, weighing her decision like it was a heavy, important one. He whimpered softly and she caved. “Oh, alright. Lili’s stomach twisted with nerves and her mutilated side burned. She scratched it, distracted, as her feet moved through the halls without her paying attention to where they were headed. Cameron clung to her hand, toddling along behind her, ever obedient. They turned down the corridor to Prissy’s room. She felt sick all over. She never should’ve said yes to this...but he begged so sweetly. So pretty and vulnerable her heart couldn’t refuse him. Once, back when they first met, Lili had planned on reuniting Big Baby Cameron with Veggie-Brained Baby Pissy. What a delicious humiliation that would have been for poor Pissy. Even now, a dark part of Lili thrilled at the thought. But Cameron was terrified of Priscilla, his old tormentor. Once Lili had realized that, she kept putting her plan off. And putting it off until she no longer wanted to risk hurting him. Settling an old grudge with her cousin wasn’t worth it. Cameron- his trust, his happiness, his fragile smile- mattered more. Yet here she was, about to drag unsuspecting Cameron into Prissy’s room. She wanted to tell him, but guilt clogged her throat and twisted her insides. She couldn’t think of any way to tell him gently. Once outside Prissy’s door, she had no more room to run. No more room to think. She turned and faced Cameron. He looked at her squestioningly. She took both of his hands and her tongue nervously played with her snakebite piercings. “Cam-Cam. Cameron. I- look.” She closed her eyes and drew in a deep, steadying breath. “Prissy’s in that room.” His eyes widened, huge in terror like she’d just told him a man-eating tiger was on the other side of the door. Guild twisted her heart. His fingers, his whole body, trembled with his fear, with memories of everything Prissy had done to him. “Cameron.” She squeezed his fingers in reassurance. “You can stay out here. I”ll be real quick- I’m just gonna grab some diaper supplies. You know about her accident, yeah? She can’t hurt you ever again.” Lili’s voice was dulcet velvet, soothing his fraying nerves. He nodded his head, pacifier moving vigorously in his mouth. “Gwamma tawked about it. I overheawd her.” He was taking this much better than she’d anticipated. She smiled to show him how proud she was. She’d expected him to fall to pieces. He’d lapsed into the familiar safety zone of babyhood, but he still held himself together. If he faced Prissy, she feared he’d shatter. If she couldn’t pull him back together, she’d loose him. Beatrice would have him sent away to a regression facility for certain. Lili suppressed a shudder. “So, you stay out here and I’ll be right back.” Cameron shook his head and clutched her fingers so tight, so desperate, his knuckles turned white. “I go wif yew. Peese. I-I a big boy.” His petrified eyes stared up at her. “I..I...I haf ta….have to..be a big boy now. P-please. Take me with you. I’ll be okay.” His voice was barely more than a strangled whisper that grew steadier and firmer as he stealed himself. She stared at him, shocked by his soft words. She’d never expected his bold reaction from him, not even in her wildest dreams. His face was pale; he appeared ready to faint but his eyes burned with determination. It stealed her nerves, too. Made her believe he could handle Prissy. “Please? Lili. I need to do this. If...If I can’t face Prissy, how can I ever handle Grandma? D-Daddy?” That last word ended in a strangled whimper as his courage faltered. She nodded her permission, numb all over. She was terrified of Cameron’s reaction to Prissy, but she couldn’t argue with his logic. He was right; he needed to do this. She turned to face the door; he latched onto her arm, wrapping both of his arms around her one and clutching it to his chest like a teddybear. He buried his face into her shoulder, eyes squeezed tight shut. He looked like he was entering a Halloween horror house. In the back of her brain Lili wondered if he was wetting his diaper out of terror. She fleetingly felt the urge to check his diaper. Instead, she kissed the top of his head in encouragement for both of them, then turned the knob.

I've got a few bears from Build A Bear- a white bear with green shamrocks all over him and an orange bear with pumpkins. I've also got 2 stuffed rabbits, Simba and Nala, Starlight from Rainbow Bright, and a few stuffed kitties. No paranormal activity here. As a kid (4 years old), I saw "Child's Play" and refused to play with my baby dolls ever again LOL. And the pics of teddy bears makes me want an Undead Ted.

I'm happy with a lot of the premium diapers out there. If I could add anything else, it would be a way for the disposable diaper to wick moisture away more evenly so you get more use out of the diaper. I'd like a good, thick diaper that can last a long time 8-10 or even 10-12 hours without needing a change (though that depends upon liquid intake and voiding as well). I'd love to see a wider range of prints, something not babyish but not medical. Like stars or flowers or hearts or moons, or even like NorthShore's polka dot ones. As for fade when wet, how about some of the prints either change color or fade? I'd like thick sturdy tapes that hold the diaper on and don't stretch out. Thick plastic backing, even if it is noisy.

Good nights have cute prints but you're right, they do not compare at all. The Mega Max are designed for long term max absorbency. I'd rather have a good, absorbent, heavy duty diaper that I can trust and wear for an extended time. Discrete and thin= more public changes, more leaks. I prefer a thick diaper.

That's what I've always wondered. I've seen people do commissions over at deviant art. I also know of a case where someone used copyrighted ABDL photos from a pay site. I wonder if other authors do that, or if they pay for rights/ for use of the photos? Or if they just pull images off google search? There are copyright-free/ free- use image sites too.

I haven't seen anything new from him in ages either. I remember a while back he pulled some of his stuff off ABDLSF. I think he still might be up on Deviant art.

Leggings don't hide the noise well, but I love how absorbent the diaper is! I recently tried them for the first time. They do swell up, reminds me of the Rearz Inspire and Incontrol. But a nice, long, loose tunic does help hide the swollen wet diaper bulge. Either that, or I'm oblivious to anyone noticing my diaper. ?

I've never shot a crossbow, but I have a bow and arrows. I enjoyed the experience. And going diapered= no need for potty breaks!

I think it's awesome you put so much effort into your writing, and it shows in the quality of your work! Soon enough this will become second nature to you!

Very nice guide WB! ?

I did that back in the late spring/ early summer (May-June) with a bag of diapers. At the time, the diapers I ordered wouldn't fit. Several months later after loosing some weight, they now fit.

I agree! Fiction serves as a nice safety filter to explore the human condition/ all that other deep stuff

Well, I'd say the metaphysical part is the part of the story dealing with Gabby's inner turmoil, the part of the story that's the driving piece. The diapers are just the side garnish. But that still makes it a silly diaper story on a fetish forum xD But in a way I think that makes dealing with more serious/ darker subject matter a bit more ..well, easier to deal with. Like "hey, it's just a diaper story, no need to be serious!" kind of vibe; it lets readers take a step back and gives them some breathing room. and DiApErZ!

YAY!!!

Aww, I'm sure Gabby would love the hugs! Human insecurities are our own worst enemies, so I totally understand. When writing this, I've never had body issues as severe as Gabby's, but my tapping into how my own insecurities made me feel, it made it way too easy to slide into her head space.

I second the notion!!

I like Rilensien!!

I've bought 2 from ABU. I love 'em. The snaps hold tight even with a heavy duty saturated diaper like an Inspire Incontrol. the material the onesies are made out of is a soft, thick cotton- it's not flimsy or see through.