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  1. I have a few suggestions. If it was my cover, I would centre the title on the blue background, and change the colour of the yellow-brown slightly to make it more like bronze. I like the general layout, though I would make more room for the picture in the middle. I might also do something to subdue the picture's colours slightly or make them cohere with the blue and yellow scheme more smoothly. Just some thoughts, hope it helps.
  2. Interesting feedback, Bonsai. I do write when the inspiration strikes, it's hard to stay interested in them when not in the mood. I explore themes that I care about at the time of writing. I am not really trying to do much with these short stories, just doing what feels fun. I figure there's no harm sharing them when I am done with them, but they are casual indulgences for me and that's about it.
  3. I was in my early twenties, bone thin, and weak. She was a few years older than me, and pretty physically fit. She was going out with me, but as the weeks passed, I began to wonder more and more why she was bothering with me. Maybe it was to tease me, but I didn't care. I was desperate, and she was giving me the attention I craved. "I think it's hilarious that you need a diaper," she teased. After she found out I was in diapers for an overactive bladder, she wouldn't let it go. I had come to expect comments like this. I still felt like I had a chance with her, I was naïve. What was to come next really changed all of that. "It takes a lot of strength to go through what I have been going through," I replied meekly, not really convinced myself of what I was saying. Without warning she grabbed my bare body and easily pinned me onto the bed. She took down my shorts, revealing my disposable underwear. With a few painful tugs, she soon had my shirt off as well. "Agh! You're hurting me--stop! Pleas..." "Only if you admit you're a pants wetting baby," She teased from somewhere behind my head, pinned to the mattress. I noticed then that the weight of her body on my lower abdomen was causing me to wet my diaper helplessly. "I give in--okay! I'm a pants wetting baby!" I cried. She took her weight off of me and lifted me up, so I was sitting in front of her on the bed. She didn't let go of me, keeping me close to her. Her skin was very warm. "There, better?" She asked. "Yeah," I replied anxiously. "Looks like you used the diaper again," she looked down at my soggy underpants and then into my eyes disappointedly. She shook her head slowly and closed her eyes. I didn't know what to say, I was too ashamed and afraid of her. I looked down at her crotch in red spandex shorts, because she was in front of my gaze. "You can't even control your little pee-er, and you want me to be your first time?" She said with sass. "It's--" "I know you want me desperately, don't lie." I felt an urge to pee and decided to let it gush out into my diaper without fighting it. She knew my bladder control was weak, what use was resisting any longer if I was in a diaper anyway? "You are beautiful," I gushed. "Well, maybe we can get you there someday, but first you need a potty training schedule..." She trailed off, placing her hand on my squishy diaper. Without a word she began to rub delicately and rhythmically, making soft mushy crinkle sounds. "Can you get an erection, or is that function gone too?" Soon I was a little bit aroused, but it was still fairly limp. I was a bit nervous to be in the presence of this woman. She was tough and clearly had control over the situation right now. Something about her natural scent made me feel afraid and like I needed to pee. Soon after she began rubbing, my erection was disappearing, only to be replaced by fresh gushes of warm pee, which were making an already sad diaper even more yellow. "Really?" She teased. "You poor thing." Before long she changed me into a clean diaper for bedtime. I couldn't sleep well that night beside her panties-clad bottom, as my back was pretty sore from where she had placed her weight on me. I really wished I could have had a good, masculine arousal going that would touch her panties. Maybe I could gently wake her, and we could get busy. Sadly the situation was so much different. Here I was surrounded by the diaper she'd put me in so I wouldn't pee on her in the night, and I had already gave in to bladder pressure and used it. As I reflected in silence, the urge to pee began to rise again. My crotch grew warm again and I held onto my girlfriend for comfort. I just wished she would hold me and not tease me anymore.
  4. When I woke in the morning, Ms. Yang was in my room quietly putting up a picture frame on the far wall. I yawned, and she noticed I was awake. "How was your sleep? Good?" "Yeah, the best." I replied with another yawn. "Wait a moment, I have to get something for you," she said before exiting the room. Before long she'd returned with what looked like a bottle of baby powder, and some wipes, along with a new pair of sweat pants. "You peed, but you don't need to shower, it's fine--I can clean you." I laid back without protest as she began to pull my blanket off. It was chilly, and I shivered. Almost immediately she laid the blanket back over top of me again and I reveled in the warmth. She guided me into sitting up against the wall on the bed, and she piled the blankets on top of me before getting back to work accessing my diaper. I lifted up so both pairs of shorts could be slid down to my ankles. It was at this point that I got my first glimpse of the diaper I was in. There was a heavy sag in the front area, which was deeply stained with pee. Seeing the yellowed but not uncomfortable fabric reminded my bladder that it wanted to go. I released in the diaper again as Ms. Yang was putting baby powder in an open brief she grabbed from under my bed. Wait, what? "Am I in another one?" I asked. "Yes, but don't worry. It's only temporary." She cooed, while simultaneously being quietly commanding. I allowed her to begin changing my dirty diaper. She looked at me funny for a moment, before squishing the fabric around my private parts gently. "You peed again, didn't you?" Ms. Yang asked, eyeing me quizzically. "I did, I'm sorry," I replied. She must have noticed how warm the brief was. "I was wearing one anyway, right?" "Mmm. That's good, not a problem," She replied, smiling. She held me as she slid the clean diaper under me. After returning me to my original position again, she began undoing the tabs on my squishy night-pants. I watched her as she watched my diaper area intently. She was very pretty. She took her time cleaning me off and after what seemed like a forever, I felt the front panel of a clean diaper being lifted around me. With four tabs in place, I was snugly strapped in for a morning of wetting my pants. "That's better, all clean," She said, looking at me invitingly. I felt on the verge of tears out of nowhere, it felt so nice to be cared for. "Can I have a hug?" I asked, voice wavering. Wordlessly, Ms. Yang got under the covers beside me, and held me, stroking my hair.
  5. It was late February, and I needed a new place to stay fast. I found a listing in the most unlikely place due to a sudden, passing glance, and now I was getting ready to spend my first night. The landlady seemed like a nice woman on the phone, and the photo of the house looked like it was going through renovations--but the price was right. What did I have to lose? I got there to find Ms. Yang a few years younger than me, and considerably smaller. That being said, she had a unusual silent intensity about her which suggested she wasn't to be crossed. This was her house, and I was a paying guest. Her dark eyes stared silently at me as I took in my new room. It was nearly empty, aside from a black futon raised off the floor on a metal frame. "We have to get you ready for bed, it's late." She said. "Sorry it's so empty in here, I have things in the other room still. I will bring them." She held my shoulder and pushed me down onto the bed gently before being off. I took that as 'you're staying in bed for the night,' and didn't want to get back up again out of respect. I was pretty tired after all. Before long she returned with a thick, comfy looking folded blanket, which she placed on the foot of the bed before looking me up and down warmly. She was silent for a few seconds, before speaking firmly, but in a motherly and soft way. "Is that all you have? Where are your clothes?" I had to admit to her that I didn't have much. A suitcase of odds and ends was on the way, but that was about it. "Well, I have a single suitcase on the way," My voice shook. She looked at me with a sympathetic, but largely unreadable gaze. "Okay, can I help you? I have clothes you can wear to bed," She asked softly before reaching for the waistband of my sweats. I didn't resist her gentle touch, as unusual as it was, and allowed myself to be pushed onto my back by her so she could take them off. She smiled faintly and then was gone again. I was left in a tattered pair of boxer shorts, and a tee shirt. All while being in a mostly empty room. I couldn't complain about the hospitality, the vibe I was getting was that I was being welcomed in as a part of the family. There was an unspoken warmth and expectation of care that felt incredible, I wasn't about to divorce myself from that feeling which I hadn't known in so long. She returned again with a pile of garments which she laid down beside the blanket swiftly, before returning to focus on my midsection. "I have new underwear for you," she showed me two pairs of loose-fitting shorts, one in dark grey, the other in neutral skin tone. They looked like they were from Asia. I hesitated as she reached for my underwear. "Don't worry," she said warmly. I let her guide me into laying my head back on the pillow she brought, and then she slid down my old shorts, revealing my bare bottom. She held up what looked like a disposable diaper. "Do you pee in the night?" I did have to pee, I wasn't sure if I should ask her to get out of bed or not. She seemed to want me to stay there for the moment. I hadn't wet the bed in ages though, if at all. "Rarely." I replied. She made a funny face which suggested a bit of anxiety, before regaining her firm composure. "Please wear it?" She asked. Evidently she didn't have much faith in my toilet training, but I consented. "Sure, I'll wear it." It's just a diaper, it's not like they hurt to wear. I didn't expect that I'd be putting my diaper on by myself at this point. I let her guide me into laying on my side as she slid the opened brief underneath where I was laying moments before. She used a soft but firm grip as she returned me to my original position. Then, she pulled the front panel of my diaper up and spread my legs out a bit. I watched on in a deep sleepy calm as she fastened all four of the plastic tabs snug. She put her hand on my shoulder again and stared into my eyes in a wistful, motherly way. "Feel better?" she cooed. "They're comfortable," I replied, looking up at her in a half-asleep feeling of innocence. Wordlessly she began sliding up a pair of the shorts. She tucked them into the diaper below a little bit, which made them cozy and snug. Following soon after was the second pair. She made the waistband snap as she smiled at me. "All ready for bed." I answered her with a sleepy smile as she pulled the blanket she brought over me and tucked me in. The blanket, and room, was a little chilly and I shivered, which reminded me of my need to pee. I wondered if I should ask her about a quick visit to the toilet. I didn't even know where it was in the house yet. For all I knew, it was in renovation. "Can you take me to the bathroom?" I asked with a yawn. She shook her head. "No, it's time for bed." She cooed, putting her hand on my shoulder again. She began to stroke me with her thumb. "Use the diaper." I did what she said and began to pee effortlessly while laying on my back under the sheets I was cozily tucked into. I wasn't sure whether a drop was spilled or not, and wasn't sure how much I'd actually wet. It would be hard to check with two pairs of shorts over top. I realized I was pretty sleepy, and didn't care much. I was safely tucked away for the night, that's all that mattered. It seems like she noticed the newfound ease and sleepiness that fell over my face after my release. "That better?" "Yeah." "Night night," She said with a smile and wave. "Night." She turned off the lights and closed the bedroom door. The diaper didn't feel clammy or uncomfortable as my pee rested inside it. Didn't expect that. I fell asleep almost immediately, and it was one of the best sleeps of my life.
  6. "Oh, you're always like this now," she mused. "Looks like my big boy's having another one of his pampers problems..." she gave me a pouty sad face before giggling. "Can't you do anything to keep dry?" I shook my head absentmindedly. "Well it's too bad, you used to be so grown up--but I know just what to do." she said, placing her hands on my hips. She looked me in the eyes, and then pulled me into a hug. Smelling her coconut, sea, and musk perfume filled me with emotion as I began to hold her tightly. I felt a dribble of pee begin in my diaper and breathed in her smell more fully, trying to forget my underwear shame. It wasn't enough though, and I felt myself beginning to tear up. "Awh, is someone crying? You know I love you no matter what, it's okay--" she whispered from above me. With her being a tall woman, I couldn't help but feel more at a loss in her presence. I was less like her boyfriend every day. She even called my underwear pampers, like I was some kind of baby! My thought train was interrupted by another spurt of wetness trickling down for a long moment before being absorbed somewhere below. "Shh, I know you're mature," she cooed. "It's just that we need a little help down there, help that diapees give you!" She returned her hands to my hips again and began to unfasten me. In the chilliness of having my diaper pulled away, I noticed what little arousal I had from holding onto her was beginning to shrink into nothing. "Looks like the diaper's doing its job, you're getting smaller down there--and wetter." She kissed me. "Isn't it better this way?" I hesitated. "I guess. It is nice having you care for me." "That's the spirit, you're doing great so far." She revealed a clean diaper for me from inside her purse and got busy slowly unfolding it, getting it ready for my behind. Being about eye level with her upper chest, I was drawn to look at her breasts and lower belly for a moment. Instinctively, I reached over and held just above her hips, petting her gently with my thumbs. I felt very aroused by her, but I was unable to show it. These diapers were doing something funny to me. "Why would they make diapers that get rid of--" "It makes you less likely to leak, dear." She began to position the diaper around me, and I was relieved that she did--she didn't have to see the small accident that was trickling out as she fastened my tabs snugly. "They don't do anything else funny like that, do they?" "They do make you calmer. It's to make you easier to care for, of course." She poked me on the nose and pulled me in for a hug. "Want me to get you something for lunch at the food court?" "Please." I blurted out, along with another spurt into my diaper. I was about to unlock the bathroom door when she grabbed my hands. "Let's get your shorts back on first," she said. I watched as she did up the button, hiding most of my diaper below the waistband, but not all of it. She positioned my shirt over top to cover the rest. "There, now we're all set."
  7. Thank you! Not sure if I'll add to it more or not. Might do more stories in the future set in chilly places.
  8. You suddenly feel an overwhelming desire to cuddle her wash over you. Maybe with a little support, the dream world would get a little less scary. If things don't seem to be getting any better, you figure you'll just wake her up instead. You pull her in close and snuggle her. She continues to shake and shiver, you aren't waking her up, that's for sure. "It's okay, I'm here for you--you're safe, it's only a dream," You whisper to her gently. It looks like it's working. She's starting to feel less tense. You feel something warm, and figure it's just you wetting slightly. Nothing out of the ordinary. You wonder if Isabelle can feel it too. "Imagine you're having a nice, warm bath," you continue. "There's bubbles, and candles, and--other nice stuff and, you're on vacation." Isabelle lets out a moan and begins to squirm more. What now? "Uh, there's a toilet and a sink and tile floor," you whisper. Guess you were running out of ideas. You've never tried to snuggle-whisper someone out of a nightmare before--assuming that's what it is. Isabelle begins to calm down again, you can feel the tension leaving her body. Then, you feel something really warm. That's not you peeing, is it? It begins to puddle around your thighs. You really hope it isn't you this time... "Isabelle? Are you alright? Wake up--" You begin to shake her gently. "What is it... What is it?" she whispers dreamily before turning to look at you. Her eyes widen. "Hey--did you wet the bed?! I feel really warm, what the hell did you d--" She threw the blankets off and sat up quickly in order to scoot off the bed. Checking your own underwear, it feels like they are still pretty dry. You didn't leak, you don't think. Isabelle turns on the bedside lamp, and you see her sodden panties, along with the large wet patch between the two of you. "I think you peed," you begin carefully. "What were you dreaming about? I tried to comfort you without waking you up, you were shaking so much." "I wasn't dreaming about anything," she said meekly. "I can't believe I did this to you--I'm so sorry. Gross, I can't believe--what are the odds? This doesn't ever happen to me." "It happens to a lot of people once or twice in their lives," you say, trying not to make her feel bad. "It'll probably never happen again, you were in some kind of strange dream state, like shaking a lot." "I can't believe..." she trails off. You watch as Isabelle stands silently, probably feeling chilly now from being covered in her own pee. She looks like she's on the verge of tears but managing to keep her composure pretty well. "Want me to get some new sheets on the bed and put a towel underneath the wet spot until the morning? Don't worry, let's just forget this." Isabelle nods. You get to work cleaning up the area when a thought occurs to you. Should she wear a diaper with you for the rest of the night? You're not sure you want to risk bringing that up right now, how would she react? Probably badly. Is it worth it? Chances are, she's not going to have another freak incident like this again. After you've gotten the bed situation in order, Isabelle emerges from the bathroom in clean underwear after a quick shower. "All set for bed? I'm ready to collapse," you say before starting to crawl in. "Want help sliding into a fresh diaper?" Isabelle asks. "Well, sure if you want to change me quick," you reply. You watch as she gets your new diaper ready and undoes your old one. As Isabelle cleans you, you wonder if you should offer to help her into a diaper for the night.
  9. "Sure, I'll come with," you reply. "But, I should run home quick and get a change of clothes," you add smoothly. "Well, we have to leave soon, they want to meet us at the annual pumpkin festival in an hour. The town's a thirty minute drive from here." It occurs to you then that your place is a thirty minute drive in the opposite direction. "I can be just a little late. I don't want to wear the same outfit I wore yesterday." "Only this one time you might have to," she turned to the mirror and put on a little eyeliner. "Alright," you say, unsure how to counter. You head to the bathroom in order to try peeing in the toilet, but hesitate. Can this diaper handle being unfastened again? You doubt it, and slide your jeans back up again. As you do up the button on your jeans, you feel a small warm spurt in your underwear. "To the pumpkinfest!" she exclaims. "Should be a fun day," you reply. Ten minutes later, and you're on the road with Isabelle. You agree to a small coffee while at a drive-thru. You couldn't help it, you were getting really thirsty. Immediately you begin to regret it as it enters your diaper. You fidget around in the passenger seat of the car anxiously, not sure what your plan is any longer. You feel another sudden spurt of wetness. It's not like yesterday's awful diaper will be able to hold out forever. Plus, you worry that by now it's starting to reek a little. While stuck in traffic, you lift up your butt for a covert diaper check, trying to feel how damp it is. Could it be--you feel the seat below you; it's slightly wet. Maybe she wouldn't see the wet spot? You try to calm yourself down, but are on the verge of panicking. A small torrent of dribbles leaves you as you sit back down and loosen up. You had to say something. There's no way you could spend an entire day like this. Why didn't you just tell her you needed diapers like your better judgement recommended yesterday? "Isabelle--I'm sorry, but" "What's up?" She says in a chipper way. "I had an accident--just now. I went pee. I should have told you yesterday I'm--" "Huh?" She looked over at your seat and then up at you. "Really? You--" she reached over an felt beneath my butt and the seat. "I can't believe it, what's wrong with you? That explains the smell--eugh..." You stare at your feet in silence. "Well it looks like we need to get you into a clean diaper or something," she sighed and pulled into the next plaza. "I should have told you yesterday that I have accidents a lot--it's normal for me, I just didn't know what you'd think--" "I thought something was up," She said sympathetically. "I'm sorry if I yelled at you. So you're in diapers?" "It's why I just wanted to go to sleep last night. I hoped I'd stay dry through the night, and I mostly did--just peed a little spot beneath me." You say quietly. "You still wanted to come with me and keep me company, despite being in a days-old soggy diaper? I'm kind of impressed. But we need to get to the event, with you in a clean diaper. I'll just run into that drugstore over there and see what they have." Isabelle stepped out of the car and was about to close the door before she leaned in as if to say something. "Next time you're having a problem, just be honest. I don't bite, really." She teased. After ten minutes of waiting, worrying whether you were damaging her car seat more and more with each passing minute, she returned with a plain pair of clean shorts and a pack of diapers. "In the backseat, I need to clean you up quick. We're parked in a pretty quiet spot, no one's gonna see." "I can change myself." "It'll be quicker if I just do it--come on." You get situated in the backseat and let Isabelle go about the work of cleaning you up. "How long have you been wearing this dirty diaper?! Yuck..." Before long you're fastened into something clean. You feel relieved, and not just because the pee you released just now was comfortably and conveniently contained. With a pair of dry shorts over top, once again no one has to know you're in diapers for a while. Well, except for Isabelle. But she had to find out sooner or later, you figure. "We'll just keep this pack of your underwear at my house, in case you forget to pack some again--I've got you covered," She said optimistically. "Thanks--you're handling this really well. A lot better than I am." "Having to tell your girlfriend you have toilet problems is pretty tough. I've never had to deal with that, so. I'd imagine I'd be scared too, if I had to tell my other half I was leaking sporadically." "Yeah pretty much," you smile. "Don't stress about it. I'm not judging you." For a while you and Isabelle drive in comfortable silence. Then she speaks up. "Want to grab another coffee?" "It'll go straight to my bladder," "That's alright, you have diapers for that," She shrugged. "Sure, I could go for another," you reply. *** That night you're sleeping beside Isabelle again for another night. You both were pretty tired after a day out, Isabelle even put you to bed in a slightly soggy diaper rather than offer to change you. She did insist on helping you change a second time. She even went as far as helping lift you up onto the pull-out changing table built into the bathroom stall wall. You wonder if she's always been this motherly and it's only something you've learned about her now. You're having a hard time falling asleep, and wonder if everything's good with Isabelle. You notice she's been kicking a bit and shuddering, like she's having a nightmare. What do you do now?
  10. December 4, 2019 -40c As you might guess from today's temperature reading, I live somewhere cold. Like, really cold. It's almost unbearable for most of the year here. This wouldn't be so bad if being inside didn't feel so much like being in prison. There aren't a lot of people here, and none of them are as exciting as my Katya. She would be mine, if she knew me. Well, probably not, as much as I wish it wasn't so. Let me explain. There's a lot I want to pour out on some pages. Reading was one of my only escapes, though it gets tiring to reread the same old books. Until we get the internet in a couple of years, the next best option is to write. The date for it keeps getting revised back, it was originally slated for 2017 when I was in my last year of high school. I wish I didn't have to live here. I really wish I could go somewhere else but I'm stuck. Katya wouldn't miss me, I wouldn't miss her either if I had the whole world. I'm sick of living with my parents. On account of the cold, it's tough getting running water out here. We have to thaw snow most of the year in order to get water for our kettles and sponges. It looks like a lot of work. We don't have an indoor bathroom. Only a tub that we fill with hot water freshly heated over the woodstove, and an outhouse which is bone-chilling to use at the moment. I hate to admit it in writing, but I don't usually go out there anymore. It's a shame even to confess this to a piece of paper, but I usually wear diapers now. It wasn't always like this. Sometimes I feel guilty about it but other times I give in to their easy comfort and convenience. I know mom works hard repairing clothes and boots for people around town, works extra to afford dry diapers for me. It's not that I don't need them, I still use them almost every night without waking. But sometimes in the morning I change into another one and lie around. It looks like there are so many of them anyway, they're neatly placed in stacks around two feet high by the foot of my bed. Some days, I wear them all day rather than go outside in the cold. It sounds cushy that I can pee away in these, but I don't know. This paper is taunting me, it's saying I should just get up and go rather than be lazy. It's not that simple but maybe the page has a point. I was born with legs that are crooked, it makes it hard to walk. I can do it fine, but only slowly. What I did to deserve this fate I do not know, but I felt the pain of it from early on. Feeling different and unable can really wither the heart. I wish people were more accepting here. I also wish I wasn't such a runt. December 13, 2019 I was out walking earlier, and I saw Katya with a man. They were smiling, and so were the long trails of breath behind them, curling about slowly in the sunlit chilly air. The pain's almost too much to bear. I don't know what to do. I guess I can only accept it. I forgot to take a reading from the thermometer outside the kitchen window this morning. It's -29c now. January 21, 2020 -56c It's so bleak outside with the snow. Despite that I feel pretty good today. There's something comforting about knowing you're safe in your home when it's deadly cold out. I found a huge pile of candles in the attic, and have a few lit. I can see the reflection of their lights in the gloss of my window. It's been over minus 50 for a week now. I haven't been outside in a while. It's times like these that it's nice to still be in diapers. I have been trying to count my blessings. I recently got a few books in the mail, it feels like Christmas. One of them is a long autobiography about time spent in a prison camp. Another is a book of poems written by an American woman. Another still is about, well I don't really know what. It looks like a textbook. I tried to get stuff that was on sale so I could buy more at once. June 28, 2020 The flowers are really nice this time of year. We have these tiny looking ones that shoot out of the tundra between the rocks. Their orange petals and yellow centres are breathtaking. It's hard to believe there are so many of them, all as beautiful and unique as the next. August 4, 2020 Been outside so much lately that my skin's gone pretty brown. I have been trying to help out around the house where I can. It's been my pleasure. "Follow your heart and allow yourself to grieve." It was a line in the poem book I read over the winter. I like it. We have the internet. It's not as great as I thought it would be before. Maybe I don't need it now. November 12, 2022 I recently got the hang of chopping wood for the hungry woodstove. It's a lot of fun. Still don't always go to the outhouse. It's well-fed enough, and happiest when no one's hanging around inside it. November 12, 2023 Thought I'd grab out this old journal and jot something down, but I don't really have anything I want to say. January 21, 2026 My sister's expecting a son soon. We've been busy getting ready for the new arrival at the family home. She wants to name him after me. December 8, 2029 Not much has changed in this old room of mine. Just a few more shelves with books now. It's so nice here in the winter months when the sky stays dark. So much easier to stargaze this way. I saw three comets tonight after I put out the candles and sat by the window. I could feel the cold radiating off of it from sitting so close. It was nice enough that I wanted to light a candle quick and pen it down, to share it with my future self. Not much has changed, no. I'm even wearing the same brand of diapers I wore a decade ago. They still make them, and they're gentle on my skin. I wonder if I should save up for a telescope. Been looking at the stars a lot lately. Maybe I'll write more, too.
  11. You'd love to tell her you need a diaper, but you're scared. Really scared of how she would react. There's got to be something you can do. Then it hits you. You'll wrap your diaper up in your shirt in the bathroom for the morning, and risk a single sleep diaper-free. You figure you are a little dehydrated, after all. Could it work? It's possible. You realize you've already spent all the time you could in the bathroom thinking about this. Any longer and it would come across as weird. Against your better judgement, you stand up and slide your diaper down. It makes a dull plopping sound on the cool tile floor. Immediately you have second thoughts. This is stupid--she's going to find out when the bed's soaked in the morning. Unless I pin the accident on her. You imagine her now looking at you very skeptically. Could you really convince her she's bedwetting? You doubt it, but you figure you might have to try as a backup. A much more sober, mature thought enters your mind. Why not just like, you know, say you're feeling really sick and need to go home now? Maybe by tomorrow you can muster up the courage to tell her what's really going on. That's the least crazy thought you've had all day, but you push it out of your head due to nerves. It occurs to you to slide up your diap again quick and try to push out any remaining pee. Better safe than sorry. Once that's done you make your way out into the bedroom again. The lights are already off, and Isabelle's in bed. You crawl in bed beside her, and get comfortable. "Night," she whispers. "Night." You lie awake for a while thinking and feeling stupid for not just being honest. How bad could it be, telling a new partner you need diapers? Apparently pretty bad if it was worth all of this trouble. You try to stay awake all night to avoid accidents, and begin to worry if you've already had pee-pees beside her and not made a big enough wet patch to feel it. Eventually you see the sun's rising and feel like Isabelle's stirring. You must have passed out at some point. Are you wet? You reach down and feel. To your surprise, your dry--well mostly. You feel a wet patch below your butt, though it's pretty small. "You up?" "Yep," you yawn and stretch, feeling pretty relieved. "You hungry yet? Or just wanna stay in bed for a bit longer?" she asked. "Not hungry really, but I'm super thirsty." "I'll grab you a water from the bathroom," she sat up and made her way to the other side of the room. You couldn't help but admire her near-naked form. You feel some jealousy rise for a moment at the sight of her dry underwear. If only you could be like that, too. Then it occurred to you. Your diaper's still in the bathroom. Did you remember to wrap it up? You're not sure. She's closed the door. After a few tense minutes, she returns with your water and lays down. "Thanks, Isabelle." She nods and yawns before closing her eyes. After downing the water you slide over to the bathroom nimbly and close the door. You slide your chilly diaper back up and immediately feel the relief of knowing you're protected again--if only you'd thought to pack a spare one before you went out last night. Sometimes things just happen, you didn't think you'd be sleeping in a new bed last night. As you put your clothes on, you hear the sound of one of your diaper's four tabs failing. You assess the damage. The front panel's pretty torn, but you figure it'll survive another hour. You leave the bathroom again to see Isabelle sliding into a skirt. "Something's came up, I could really use your help today--" She said while quickly buttoning up her shirt. "Oh yeah?" "My mother's family is in town to visit. This might be the only time I get to see my mum for a few months." "Oh." I watch on as she puts her hair into a ponytail quickly, facing away from me. "I really really don't like being around my mother's father, and it would mean a lot if you were there with me today." What will you say?
  12. After finishing watching, I sat up and stretched, feeling deeply exhausted. Sliding the blanket away, I got sight of my bare legs and squishy looking padding. Even after wetting in it, it still smelled somewhat strongly of Nora's perfume--the same scent that lived in the box the diapers originally came in. I scrunched my nose. There was a little whiff of pee in that smell somewhere now. Despite being in a wet one, I wasn't really feeling wet, nor was I sure how wet I was. The wetness indicator strip on the front was faded blue going all the way down as far as I could see. I guess I did need to change out of this before bed, and put another diaper on of course. I trudged upstairs to my bedroom, diaper in hand, wishing I didn't have to clean myself up after an accident. I was wearing these for Nora's sake. I didn't think using diapers would be so much work. Not that I needed to use them. Though it was a relief to have a diaper beneath me earlier to catch that unexpected accident, it was a fluke. Wasn't it? As I was fastening my clean one on, I began to have doubts. I also woke up in a puddle of pee recently, didn't I? Looking down at my securely fastened underwear, I felt an odd sense of security, but only for a moment before I attempted to push the feeling away. It lingered with me still in the background as I dozed off, overtaking me again as I was nearly unconscious. It was clear then that I was lucky to be in diapers tonight, and I knew Nora wasn't about to break up with me for peeing the bed. If it happened again, I'd tell her. At first, it wasn't clear if I was wet or not in the morning. I rolled over onto my back and closed my eyes, enjoying the sound of the crickets outside my window. Was I wet? Was I dry? I noticed I was a little erect. It felt like it was fighting hard to be released from the new diaper prison it was relegated to. It was losing that fight pretty badly though. It wasn't having any problems with the toilet, my bladder was. I felt something twitch when my mind turned to Nora. I half dreamed about her while I laid in bed silently. I felt like I needed some release, the dreaming wasn't helping much. But first, I'd have to find out the state of my diapered behind. Was it soggy with pee? I sat up and pulled away my comforter, peering down. Yep. I'd helplessly wet myself again in the night. Only this time, it wasn't all over me. Locked away nicely was a night's worth of wetness. I was grateful, though humiliated at the same time. A little less humiliated than I felt running to the bathroom yesterday. I was starting to get used to all of this. In the afternoon, Nora and I again chatted online for a few hours. With her silky straightened hair and a nice dress, she was looking sharp as ever. For my part, I didn't forget my pants this time, and I was even in a mostly clean diaper. I felt like peeing pretty badly from nerves as I was waiting for her and just decided to go quick. The conversation ambled around, touching many topics. Of course, we eventually got around to diapers again somehow. "I have something to confess," I said quietly. "About diapers? You didn't have an accident in one of them did you?" She teased. "I-I did," I stammered. Feeling my anxiety rise, I began to dribble a little before I could stop it. This only intensified my fear, causing me to pee a little more. "Uh--I wet the bed last night. No I didn't. I mean I didn't get up to go. Well I did that too--" I rambled nervously. "I'm sorry--you didn't want me to pee in them I just did it because it was convenient I didn't actually need them--" I felt my face growing hotter with each further gaff, along with my diaper; it was the only thing holding in the last drops of my dignity and manhood. "This never happened to me until I met you I don't know what's going on--" She laughed. She was laughing hard. I sat in silence as she began to laugh uncontrollably, pausing to look at me before laughing more. "You pee-peed your diapy!" She cried. "I'm sorry--you're just hilarious." She began to regain her composure before continuing. "I remember you being like this regular guy when I met you, and now you're all bashful and ashamed, like an older boy trying to ask for the diaper change he shouldn't be getting from his mommy any longer," she mused. "This is the quickest I've had this happen with any of my relationships with diaper-wearing guys." She added. "I don't understand what's going on." Was all I could manage through waves of humiliation and defeat. "This is pretty normal," she comforted me. "When guys get put into diapers as adults, they kind of regress sometimes. Don't worry about it if you had a few accidents, it happens a lot." "Really?" "Yeah really. If you've felt humiliated at all over the last few days, it's a good sign. You don't have to worry about it, if you need to go or are having some urgency issues, just use your diapy." "Well I'm not having any issues." I began, before immediately regretting it. She looked at me doubtfully. In light of all I'd just said and how I'd reacted, it made sense. "I guess I did go once or twice," I began reluctantly. "Can you tell me how many accidents you had? Or do you not know?" she cooed. "I think three. One night I peed in bed without my diaper on. I also didn't make it to the toilet all the way after the video call with you yesterday. Last night I peed again, but I was in diapers this time." "There we go. You don't have to hide it if you're having problems. Like I said, sometimes guys need diapers." "Didn't you say they regress?" "Yeah, and sometimes they need diapers. It's fine, really." "Wait but you also told me you wanted me to be in them to test me. Is this willingness to be regressed part of your test?" She shook her head. "No," she looked away mysteriously for a moment. "I just wanted to see if you'd do this for me--the incontinence wasn't a part of the test, but you've included it anyway which is kind of like extra credit I guess," She winked at me. "But I didn't need them--" She yawned, interrupting me. "One more question and then we can talk about something else." She smiled. "You're wearing a diaper now, right?" "Yep," I said. "Good, I still need you in them for a while, accidents aside," She brushed away her hair behind her shoulders before continuing. "Can I see?" Wordlessly, I pulled down the waistband of my shorts an inch or so, so she could see. Hopefully she wouldn't be able to tell how wet I was. I didn't know how wet I was myself, come to think of it. "Good. Put on another one before bed time tonight," She smiled. "I would put your diaper on for you if I were there, if you wanted--you aren't wet, are you?" I cleared my throat. "I-yes. I peed just a couple minutes ago." "Awwh!" She cooed loudly. "You're so cute. It's good you're protected. I'll stop by for a sec at some point before Friday to drop off another package of your underwear. Make sure you change soon--if you want to now, you're free to." I looked down at my shorts, trying to imagine if the diaper beneath needed to be replaced with a fresh one yet or not. I didn't want to squish it with my hand with Nora watching. "I'll change... later," I replied. "Okay then, that's fine." We chatted easily with each other into the night, pausing to grab drinks or food. Despite being in diapers I didn't know I needed even a week before, it seems like things were looking up. Though I still wasn't sure what to make of it all. Nothing was really going wrong as far as I could tell, so I put it out of my mind and fastened on a clean diaper before going to sleep.
  13. A few ideas come to mind, including telling her that you've been struggling with a few accidents here and there. Could doing that end an already brief relationship? You would love to tell her soon, but decide to go with a harmless lie for tonight. What could go wrong? You let out a tired sigh, which you hope was convincing enough, before sitting down beside her on the bed. You close your eyes and nurse your head for a moment before speaking. "I'd really like to, you know, but I just feel terrible today, it's all radiating out from--" "Oh that's okay, we can go right to sleep if you'd like," She cooed. Her smile's warm and inviting. "There's always tomorrow." "Mhm." "Undress. You're not going to sleep in jeans are you?" You freeze. What are you going to do now? You wish you could tell her to put on a blindfold for a moment. You have to think of something smooth, and quick. "Mmm," You nod finally, looking towards the bathroom. "Just going to go to the bathroom quick." With the bathroom door closed behind you, you're afforded a few more moments to think. What now? You take down your jeans and lift off your shirt, revealing your slightly soggy underwear. When did that happen? You only changed into a fresh one a few hours before. How you wish you would have worn some underwear over top today. But, your few pairs were all in the wash. Anxiety begins to bubble up in the centre of your chest. As if on cue, you feel something warm and look down to see your diaper going yellow in the sudden gush of pee. The flow stops pretty quickly and to your surprise it looks like you didn't go very much. Are you dehydrated? You sit down on the floor for a moment in just your diaper and think nervously, feeling trapped between bad and worse options.
  14. Help me develop the story by submitting commands. If there's more than one request, I'll select the one I want to try out most. The story will then move on with the help of your contribution. Don't be afraid to get creative! Your girlfriend's sitting on the bed with you standing up a few feet away. Her long brown hair curls down her bare chest, and her undies hug her tight. You can see a little muffin top, it's cute. She eyes you expectantly, awaiting your next move. There's a problem though, one she doesn't know about yet. Beneath your jeans, hugging your crotch securely, is a secret. You've been wearing diapers for three weeks now at the request of your doctor who noticed some mild damage to your pelvic nerves. I guess you could have chosen to wear something else, like a catheter, but you decided to go with the option that looked like it took a little less work. Plus, the prospect of having a tube going up your you know what sounded terrifying frankly. What will you try to do now?
  15. After weeks sending countless messages on online dating websites only to receive no response, I was beginning to lose hope and become burnt out. Until she messaged me back. Misskiwi was professional and ambitious. A career woman with a long and articulate write up on her profile. I was a guy wondering what she'd want to do with me. My hopes surged as we chatted, she was affable though exacting and stubborn. I could live with that. I find out her name, Nora. She wanted to meet up and go for a walk at a busy park nearby. I agreed, of course. Things seemed to be looking up. A few days later, I found myself sitting down on the park bench she directed me to carefully. I waited. She was nowhere to be seen. I wondered what was up, and glanced over at the empty spot next to me. There was a medium-sized package. I figured someone must have left it there by accident, and they'd be back for it soon. I continued to wait. About fifteen minutes later, a curiosity mixed with boredom and disappointment got the better of me and I leaned over to look down at the package. It was addressed to Nora. Not only that, there was a small, handwritten note taped expertly onto cardboard. It had neat and feminine writing with soft, round lines on it. Could it be Nora's? I scooched over and began to read: "I had to run at the last minute, I'm really sorry. Business calls. We'll meet soon, okay? I meant to give you this in person, but this will have to do for now. Don't open the box until you get home! It's important." I made my way back home, box under my arm pressed against my ribs. It was surprisingly light. All I could do as I walked was wonder what was inside. The same moment I got into my apartment, I was opening the box, deeply curious about its contents. Then I saw it. It was a package of adult diapers. What? I sat there in silence, struck by the strangeness of it all. Slowly a mixture of humiliation and excitement rose inside me, a combination I wasn't used to feeling together. I wondered if the smell coming from inside the box was Nora's perfume scent. It was somewhat intoxicating. Why? Had she just wanted to play a joke on me? I took the package of diapers out of the box, and noticed another note underneath in what I presumed was Nora's handwriting. "No, this isn't a cruel prank. It's a test. A pretty harmless and quick test. You just have to trust me. Meet me for a video chat at 8:30 pm sharp. Be in a diaper. You really must be wearing one. I promise I'll reward you. ❤️ Nora" I felt excitement tinged with humiliation rising in my chest. I had to do it. I had to see what she had in store for me. What did I really have to lose? I'd been trying to get a date for weeks without any luck, and suddenly this mysterious woman enters the scene and has me feeling something. It's worth a try, I thought. So after some dinner I opened up the package of diapers and unfolded one. Laying down on my bed, I did up the side tabs carefully and made sure the fit was snug around my groin. They felt nice, a bit like a pillow around my crotch. I slid my shorts back up and sat down at the computer. They weren't very nice to walk in, the bulk was a little awkward and I was reminded of my strange situation each time the thick fabric grazed my inner thighs. It was 8:17. I waited. At exactly 8:30, she was on. Looking as composed as ever, she began to speak before I could quietly say hello. "Hello! Did you do it? Are you wearing one of your diapers?" She asked. "Yeah--just like you said to do. Why are we--" "Well, it's complicated." She bit her lip. "You want to hear the whole story?" "Sure, take your time," I replied. "First though, I want to really see that you're wearing it. Can you just show me the top of it, peeking out of your--that's it." I lifted my shirt, exposing the top of the diaper hiding beneath my shorts. "Okay, so here it is. I have had a lot of boyfriends in the past who have had bladder control issues. They were really leaky and drippy, some of them said their control got bad only after being with me. I think they were just shielding their bruised egos, but anyway, I don't really trust it." Was this lady crazy? Did she really think that just because she had problems with that in her past relationships, that it would somehow leak over onto me? "I don't have a bladder problem," I cracked a smile. She looked at me doubtfully. "I dunno. We'll see. There's another reason I need you in diapers. I need to make sure you're really committed to me. I've had a lot of bad experiences in the past with trust, and I want to know that you're really willing to go the extra mile for me. I'll go the extra mile for you of course, but first you need to complete this challenge for me. " "I dunno." I gave mock consideration, looking away as if I were deliberating. "Where's your diaper? Can I see it to make sure you're wearing it?" I watched as Nora reached down and began to lift up her shirt. Did she really have a diaper on underneath her jeans? Soon I caught a glimpse of the smooth, soft looking skin of her belly. She looked at me mischievously as she reached under her jeans and pulled up her underwear so I could see. She shook her head. "I don't wear them." "Well, I don't either. I'm not going to do it." I said. Nora seemed hurt by my response. She recoiled. "It's only for a few weeks," She began. "I don't want you to wear them for long if you don't need to. You don't even have to use them, you just have to wear them that's all. It's only a change of underwear you make it out like it's such a big thing..." "The answer's no." I said again. "Please?" "Look, I'm exhausted. I want to get to sleep, it's nearly nine and I have to be up for five thirty. I'll talk to you tomorrow." I blew her a kiss and left the chat. If it was unreasonable that her potential boyfriend says no to wearing diapers he doesn't need, then she'd just need to find someone else to be with. I took off the diaper straight away and set the rest of the pack out by the front door to be thrown away. After watching a few short videos on YouTube to unwind, I stripped down to my socks and underwear and went to bed. I noticed I had to pee pretty urgently as I laid down. I got up for the washroom quick and then fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. I was woken up by my alarm, and noticed something alarming upon stirring. I was laying in a puddle of my own pee! This hadn't happened to me in years. After a long moment sitting in disbelief, I got up and went down the stairs to the shower. It was pretty chilly on my boxer short-clad bottom from laying in an accident for who knows how long. I spotted the pack of diapers by the door. They could have helped, I thought. I tried to suppress that thought. I wasn't going to wear a diaper because I peed the bed once. If only Nora could see me now. After a long day I got home and hopped onto my online chat again. Nora was on. I messaged her immediately. "I'm sorry I didn't wear the diapers you got me, maybe I can--for you. It's only for a few days, right?" Sent. It only took a few minutes for her to reply. "I hoped you'd come around. It's okay. Just put on another diaper right now and then we can chat in video." I felt a pretty intense urge to pee just then, and I ran towards the bathroom with my unfolded diaper in hand. After changing in the bathroom, it was time to go chat with Nora. I was halfway down the stairs when I heard her trying to video call me. Only problem was, I forgot to put my shorts back on after changing! I figured it wasn't important, my lower half would be hidden from the camera anyway. I answered her call and was greeted by her smiling face. She was still in her work clothes, and looked intense but warm. "Hey Nora," I waved. She smiled and waved back. "So you got your diaper on?" I nodded. "Good. I only want you to wear them for two weeks starting today. That's all I ask, alright?" Remembering the sudden bedwetting incident the night before, I nodded. "No problem, it's not like I have to use them or anything." We chatted about our days, and made a reservation at a nice restaurant for our Friday first date night. Hopefully I wouldn't end up sitting in the booth, only to find another box of diapers where Nora was supposed to be. We finished our call, and I was surprised how much time had passed. It was already half past seven, and time to eat something. I got up, and felt an intense pang on my bladder. I had to go, right that moment. It was then that I remembered I had a diaper on. I'd almost forgotten it was there, silently hugging my crotch, waiting unobtrusively for accidents. I wasn't about to give my new underwear the release they were designed to capture. I jogged down the hall to the bathroom and struggled with the door, which I usually kept open. A few squirts began to drench the padding, and my sense of consternation and humiliation grew. Why is this happening to me, now? I got to the toilet and began to lose the battle even more with my bladder as I struggled to get my diaper out of the way so I could pee like an adult. I was too late. By the time I got my underwear unfastened, I had already noticeably drenched the inside of the diaper. I peed the rest into the toilet and then sat on the floor for a moment to regain my composure. What the heck was happening to me? At least I was wearing a diaper, I thought while looking at the bathroom's tile floor. Still clean. It was then that I realized I should put my diaper back on. It was bunched up beside the toilet, with the wetness indicator on the crotch faded blue. Better to get a clean one from the pack, I figured. I was a bit conflicted as I unfolded a new one a few minutes later and got ready to put it on. Why not just wear normal underwear for a little while? It's not like Nora would know. That seemed too dishonest. Plus, I'd already had two accidents in the last two days. Nora's prediction about always having boyfriends with bladder problems was beginning to look more and more believable all the time. But how is that possible? I fastened on my clean diaper and got cozy under some blankets in the living room. I turned the fire on, it was starting to get chilly in the evening. I felt an urgent pang on my bladder again after a small glass of wine and a water. Did I really want to get up? I kind of didn't. I used the diaper and continued to watch without having to lose my coziness. I wanted to be sure I wouldn't get too used to them, though.
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