2011

I agree, I like the light blue color better than the dark blue MegaMax. Inside was messy, in fact close to a diaper blow-out in the back.

Chapter 25   “On my back. Legs up. And you, looking at me,” Melissa smiled, a soft flush creeping up her neck and tinting her cheeks. Jasper tried to keep a straight face, taking a slow sip of his water to anchor himself. They were sitting in a quiet booth at the nearby diner, surrounded by the mundane clatter of silverware and low chatter, dissecting the absolute madness of their morning over a pair of heavy lunch plates. “And you? What was your favorite part?” Melissa asked, leaning across the table and resting her chin in her hand. Jasper pressed his lips together, his eyes turning slightly glassy as he revisited the lingering heat of the memory. “With the diaper on? I think... just the whole raw novelty of it. But honestly? Standing in front of you on the rug, right before we got to the bed, letting go and wetting myself while you watched.” “That’s a powerful one,” Melissa murmured, her eyes softening as she watched his expression. Jasper nodded slowly. “There's nothing quite as... overwhelmingly childish as that feeling. Just total surrender.” Melissa smirked, her eyes twinkling with affection. “It looked damn good on you, too.” Jasper swallowed his bite of burger, wiping his hands on a napkin before continuing. He took a quick, cautious glance around the diner to ensure the nearest waitress was well out of earshot before leaning in closer across the Formica table. “Also... curled up against you on the sofa,” Jasper whispered, a small, genuine smile touching his mouth. “Sucking your breasts.” “Nursing,” Melissa chuckled fondly, using the word without a trace of hesitation. Jasper tilted his head, giving the concept a thoughtful moment to settle. “Yeah. You could say that. Doing that while wrapped in a warm, wet diaper... God, Mel, it was hot as hell.” “Same for me,” Melissa agreed, her smile turning a little more wicked as she toyed with a fries on her plate. “Though next time, you’ll have to let me rub myself down there while you’re at it. I was practically itching for it.” Jasper’s eyebrows shot up in genuine surprise. “Wait, really? I could have done that for you. I just... I didn't even think—” Melissa shook her head gently, cutting off his mild self-reproach. “It’s fine, silly. It was all new to both of us. We were figuring out the rhythm as we went. We’ll have plenty more chances to get to know each other like that.” “More possibilities,” Jasper corrected softly, a subtle spark of anticipation igniting in his chest. “Definitely more possibilities,” Melissa agreed, taking a bite of her sandwich. She chewed thoughtfully for a second before setting it down, a curious light entering her eyes. “So... now that the ice is officially broken and you know what it actually feels like to be in one all afternoon... where does your head go next?” Jasper leaned back against the vinyl seat of the booth, steepling his fingers over his lap. “What do you mean?” “I mean,” Melissa leaned in again, her voice dropping to a teasing, conspiratorial whisper, “are we keeping this strictly as a private, bedroom-and-sofa kind of thing... or did a small part of you enjoy the idea of us being like this under our actual clothes?” Jasper nearly choked on his breath, his eyes darting down to her cozy, oversized sweater, and then down to his own relaxed-fit jeans. “You mean... out in the world?” he rasped, the sheer taboo of the thought hitting his nervous system like a direct shock. “Like... sitting right here in this booth?” Melissa just grinned, her eyes dancing as she took a slow, deliberate sip of her iced tea. “I’m just saying... the diner has very soft seats, Jasper. And neither of us would have to worry about finding the restroom.” Jasper’s jaw went slightly slack as the implication settled in. His eyes dropped to the red vinyl cushion beneath him, suddenly hyper-aware of the thin layer of denim separating his bare skin from the seat. “You’re out of your mind,” he whispered, though the sudden, rapid pulse in his throat completely betrayed him. “Am I?” Melissa purred, resting her chin on her knuckles, utterly enjoying the deep, dark flush creeping up his neck. “Think about it logically first. You travel for work. Long flights, delayed trains, sitting in traffic on the I-95... Wouldn’t a little extra security make those long trips a whole lot more comfortable?” Jasper swallowed hard, trying to cling to the practical angle she was dangling in front of him. “Well... practically speaking, sure. I mean, road trips, long drives... it makes sense. People do that. It’s functional.” “Right. Very functional,” Melissa agreed, her voice dropping an octave, rich with wicked amusement. “Just a sensible, practical choice for a big boy on the go.” “Stop,” Jasper rasped, a sheepish, crooked grin breaking through his composure as his face burned bright red. “You’re making it sound like a threat.” “I’m just picturing it,” Melissa whispered, leaning even closer across the table until her eyes locked onto his. “Imagine us on a Friday night. We go out to a movie, or a crowded bar where the line for the bathroom is wrapped around the corner. Everyone else is waiting, shifting on their feet... and you’re just standing there next to me, completely calm.” Jasper’s breath hitched. His eyes darted around the diner again, but his mind was already spiraling down the exact path she was laying out. “You’d be standing right beside me,” Melissa continued, her tongue flicking out to lightly wet her bottom lip. “Under your jeans, you’d be wearing a thick, crinkly white core. You’d lean in close to pretend you’re whispering something sweet in my ear... but really, you’d be telling me that you’re letting go right there in the middle of the crowd.” “Fuck, Mel...” Jasper choked out, his hands gripping the edge of the Formica table so hard his knuckles turned white. He could feel his body reacting violently under his pants, an intense, throbbing heat pooling right where he’d been padded just an hour ago. Melissa’s smile widened, her eyes gleaming as she watched him squirm in the booth. “And the best part? I’d be wearing one too. Right under my skirt. You could reach over under the table, slip your hand up my thigh, and feel the heavy, warm bulge through my pantyhose while I take a sip of my drink.” Jasper buried his face in his hands, letting out a stifled, breathless groan as his cheeks burned with absolute fire. “You are terrible. You’re actually terrible.” “You’re blushing like a schoolboy, Jasper,” she teased softly, her foot reaching out under the table to nudge his ankle. “Which tells me you don’t think it’s such a bad idea at all.” Jasper slowly lowered his hands, his face still flaming red, but his eyes dark with a sudden, heavy hunger as he stared back at her. “So,” Melissa murmured, tilting her head with a triumphant smirk. “When are we taking our first trip out together?” - “I’ve got to stop by my place to grab a fresh change of clothes. I hope you don’t mind,” Jasper explained as he unlocked his old BMW, the heavy thud of the car doors sealing them into the quiet, leather-scented cabin. “Can I come?” Melissa asked, a sharp, expectant edge lacing her voice as she buckled her seatbelt. “Sure,” Jasper said naturally. It wasn't like she hadn't been there before. Melissa leaned back against the headrest, a sly, deliberate smile playing at the corners of her lips. “I like your basement. Can I go down there while you pack your stuff?” She pitched it as a casual, playful request, but Jasper’s brow furrowed for a brief second as the words hit him. Oh. The basement. The low-lit, quiet space downstairs where they’d run a very different kind of experiment not long ago—the scene of a dynamic where Melissa had ended up completely bare, on all fours, hanging on his every command. A slow, dark grin broke across Jasper’s face before he caught himself, forcing his expression back into a cool, authoritative mask. “As long as you behave,” he murmured, turning the key in the ignition. “I’ll be an obedient girl. You’ll see,” Melissa promised, raising her eyebrows knowingly as she held his gaze. Jasper shifted the car into drive and pulled out of the diner parking lot, his mind instantly dropping into overdrive. The practical errand was completely forgotten, replaced by a rapid, electric flurry of ideas as he began plotting out every single detail of the afternoon ahead. - The heavy tension melted away as smoothly as it had built, settling into the familiar, easy rhythm of two people completely comfortable in each other's presence. It was a relief, honestly—being able to pivot from intense, uninhibited dynamic play straight back to effortless vanilla banter without a single second of awkwardness. "Besides, I've got to actually check on the place," Jasper added, resting one hand on the steering wheel as he navigated the afternoon traffic. "Make sure the roof hasn't caved in or anything while I've been spending all my time at your place." "I guess the apartment is easier for a lot of things," Melissa reflected, watching the city pass by out her window. "It takes away all that endless maintenance a house demands. Something breaks, I just call the super." Jasper tilted his head, giving the thought a moment's consideration. "A house is just more... me. I like the independence of it. The rough edges, the flexibility of having things exactly my way without worrying about HOA rules or shared walls." "And the sheer space is a massive upgrade," Melissa offered with a soft chuckle. "Your living room is practically the size of my entire floor plan." "It is. But realistically? If it wasn't for my sisters—the architect-and-decorator tag team—I'd probably be crammed into a high-rise apartment too. It's practical, after all. And undeniably comfortable." "You lose a ton of privacy in a complex, though," Melissa grinned, turning her head to look at him. "I'm pretty sure my hall neighbors are already starting to look at me a little weird." Jasper cast a brief, amused side-eye in her direction and nodded. "Yeah, well, when you walk past them with that distant, post-orgasmic glow every couple of days... yeah, Mel. You look completely high." Melissa burst into a bright, musical laugh, leaning over to lightly pop his shoulder. "Shut up! I do not." "You absolutely do. It's a miracle the landlord hasn't flagged your unit for illegal chemical substances." By the time the laughter tapered off, Jasper was turning the BMW off the main drag and into his quiet, tree-lined neighborhood. He pulled the car into the concrete driveway, bringing it to a stop beneath the sleek, open carport of his modern detached bungalow. The house was a gorgeous, fully renovated single-story home with clean lines, dark wood accents, and modern glass paneling—a stark, gorgeous contrast to the standard suburban designs further down the street. Jasper cut the engine, the sudden quiet of the cabin settling over them. He unbuckled his belt and glanced over at Melissa, a subtle, darkened shift returning to his eyes as he rested his forearm on the steering wheel. "Well," Jasper murmured softly. "We're here." - Instead of going straight inside, Jasper led the way around the side of the house to check on the backyard and the covered rear porch. Everything was clean, quiet, and intact. “Jasper! What’s that?” Melissa asked, pointing toward a massive wire dog crate sitting against the brick wall beneath the patio overhang. “Oh. That’s Thor’s cage,” Jasper said, staring at it with a distant, slightly perplexed look, as if he were seeing it for the first time in years. “He was my German Shepherd. He passed away about five years ago.” “And you kept the cage,” Melissa said softly, stepping closer to inspect it. “My dad actually brought it over,” Jasper explained with a faint shrug. “It was taking up space in their garage, and I couldn’t bring myself to throw it out. My mom thought having it here might push me to finally get another dog.” “In a cage, though?” Jasper nodded. “Shepherds actually love them. It becomes their den, a safe haven. It’s a lot cleaner than keeping a massive dog house in the living room.” “Makes sense,” Melissa murmured, her fingers lightly brushing the heavy black wire. “I never had a dog growing up.” “They’re tough,” Jasper admitted quietly. “You grow up with them, you love them unconditionally, and then they die.” “So no plans for another one?” Jasper shook his head. “I don’t have the lifestyle for it right now. Dogs need structure—a routine entirely built around them. They’re like eternal toddlers.” A quiet moment settled between them on the patio, the cool breeze rustling the trees in the yard. Melissa bent down slightly, eyeing the dimensions of the heavy metal frame. “I could almost fit in there,” she chuckled, a playful tilt to her voice. Jasper chuckled back, his eyes narrowing slightly as he sized her up against the steel bars. “Not almost. You definitely would.” Melissa let out a soft laugh, meeting his gaze for a lingering second. “True.” Jasper reached for the handle of the back door, unlocking it and pushing it open. “Come on inside.” They stepped into the quiet cool of the house, the door clicking shut behind them as the mood in the hallway subtly began to shift. - Melissa reached out, her fingers tangling in the front of his shirt to pull him down into a slow, lingering kiss. “Hmm,” Jasper purred against her lips, his hands instinctively settling on her hips. “Are you trying to distract me?” Melissa nodded, a faint smirk playing on her mouth as she tilted her head back up to kiss him again, deeper this time. Jasper returned it with interest, giving her bottom a gentle, firm squeeze over her skirt before firmly stepping back to create space between them. “You can have your basement time while I pack my things,” he said, his tone shifting into something crisp, measured, and entirely commanding. Melissa’s eyebrows shot up, her eyes widening slightly as her head tilted in silent question. “Clothes off,” Jasper instructed calmly, holding her gaze. “Go down and wait for me. I’ll come get you when I’m ready. You know the rules.” A sudden, delicious shiver ran through Melissa. She stood perfectly still, her breath catching in her throat. “Here?” she whispered. Jasper gave a single, unyielding nod. Melissa pressed her lips together, a helpless, thrilled smile breaking across her face. Without breaking eye contact, she reached for the hem of her sleeveless tee and pulled it over her head in one smooth motion, letting it flutter down onto the polished hardwood floor. Jasper stood stoic, his hands resting casually at his sides, watching every movement with cool intensity. She reached for the zipper of her skirt, letting the fabric drop down her legs to pool at her ankles, nudging it aside with her shoe to join her top. Standing there in nothing but her heels and lingerie in his sunlit hallway was an intoxicating rush—a electric mix of total vulnerability and absolute trust in him. Taking a deep, unsteady breath, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, sliding the straps down her arms to reveal her full breasts to his gaze. A wicked smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, bending slightly to slide them down her thighs. Jasper’s jaw clenched. He closed his eyes for a fraction of a second, gritting his teeth against the sudden, violent surge of desire brought on by her smooth, totally hairless form glistening under the light. Melissa kicked off her heels and turned her back to him, facing the dark wood paneling of the basement door. As she stood there bare, her bare hips gave an almost imperceptible, teasing wiggle. “I’ll be down shortly,” Jasper murmured, his voice thick and low. Melissa nodded, the quiet submission settling over her. She turned the brass knob, stepped through the doorway, and pulled the basement door shut behind her, leaving him alone in the quiet hallway. Jasper stood frozen for a long moment, his heart hammering against his ribs like a sledgehammer. He marveled at the sheer miracle of his body—how fast his arousal had come roaring back, despite having left her apartment completely hollowed out and exhausted just an hour ago. "Clothes," he muttered to himself with a breathless, disbelieving laugh, forcing his legs to move toward the master bedroom to pack his bag. - Jasper tossed his worn travel clothes into the washing machine, setting the quick cycle and adding a scoop of detergent. He had about an hour while everything tumbled in the dryer—just enough time to pack his bag and process the sudden, electric shift in the air. He moved to his dresser, pulling out a couple of soft t-shirts and a pair of dark jeans. As he reached into the drawer for extra boxers, his hand hovered over the cotton fabric. A quiet smile pulled at his mouth. He packed a pair anyway, though a growing part of him genuinely doubted he’d be wearing standard underwear anytime soon. Taking that step—putting on his very first diaper back at her place—had hit him with an unexpected, intoxicating rush. It had completely flipped their unspoken dynamic on its head. Up until now, they’d operated within a fairly comfortable, familiar groove: he was the slightly older, more experienced partner holding the steady edge of control, while Melissa brought a playful, almost childlike softness to the dynamic, especially when she was padded. But wearing a diaper himself had suddenly leveled the playing field. It stripped away his rigid self-consciousness, taking him straight to her level. The moment he surrendered to the padding, a fascinating swap took place: Melissa had instantly stepped into a bolder, more confident, almost instructive role, while Jasper felt... unburdened. Freer than he’d felt in years. Jasper blinked at the sudden realization, the truth of it settling heavily in his chest. Meanwhile, downstairs, Melissa was willingly stepping back into absolute submission. She had felt the magnetic pull of his basement the second they stepped through the back door. When he renovated the bungalow, he hadn't built the subterranean space with any specific kink in mind—he’d simply wanted a quiet, luxurious retreat finished in warm off-whites, a deep plush grey carpet, and a private ensuite bathroom. Yet to Melissa, it was her own bespoke, comfortable dungeon. A pristine, private sanctuary where she could strip away her defenses and offer herself to him completely. As Jasper zipped his duffel bag shut, the conversation out on the porch flashed back into his mind. The cage. What was that really about? Did she just make a passing joke, or had her mind instantly jumped to the exact same dark, exquisite imagery currently taking over his own thoughts? He closed his eyes, visualizing her inside the heavy wire frame. In his mind, it didn't look bizarre or cruel at all. It looked like a hidden nest. Stripped of her clothes, but made safe and comfortable inside—her own custom-fitted mattress tucked into the steel frame, lined, he thought with a dark smirk, in heavy-duty plastic. Melissa was a hyperlubricator; whenever she surrendered to him, she soaked everything in her path. Then he added the final piece to the mental picture. Diapers. Melissa, fully padded and sealed in a thick, crinkling diaper, curled up inside a cozy, locked cage right in his own house. Jasper grinned, a low, thrumming heat settling deep in his gut. Now that was an idea with endless possibilities. He glanced down at his watch. Time was up. It was time to go downstairs and check on his girl.

Hi, @zzyzx - sorry, I'm just reading this, I was travelling this week. I would say, look at @oznl's answer, for your best advice. Chlorine bleach is a very effective sanitizer, but it will blow apart your cloth diapers relatively rapidly. Vinegar does not do much except leaving things smelling like vinegar, unfortunately. I know it's viewed as a "natural miracle", and it is great for cleaning certain soils, particularly any type of hardness or scale, and it doesn't do a bad job on glass. But, consider this: you can safely eat it. You could drink it straight, at 5% strength, and even pickling/cleaning vinegars, at 7% to 10%, won't kill you. There are industrial vinegars at like 30%+, that are labelled as toxic, but that's not what most people think about, when they say they are adding vinegar to their laundry. Even the industrial stuff, if you put a cup of it into a load of laundry, would drop the pH to about the level you would put on your fries. So, it's not going to push the pH far enough out of range to reliably murder the more robust pathogens that plague us.  I particularly rankle at people who say they couple vinegar with baking soda, "for best results". They will fizz impressively. That's about all they do, other than neutralizing each other on contact. Sigh.  Quats work very well, as an alternative to bleach, but they don't play will with detergents - they are essentially, in themselves, a surfactant, so they can form weird films or depositions, and lose their potency, when forced to conjoin with soap. So you will want to have the ability to add them to the rinse cycle, for best results.  Most industrial laundry sanitation is actually being provided in the drying cycle, but domestic machines don't get hot enough, generally. You need min 180 F / 82.2 C to be in the range where you're "sanitizing" your laundry. Even if the air going in, is at that temperature, any parts of the cloth that are still damp are enjoying evapourative cooling, and will not, themselves, reach that temperature. They have to be dry, and at temperature for a period of time, for this to work.  Separately boiling your laundry, prior to putting it into the wash, or afterwards, would also do it, but that's a bit of an undertaking. Cotton generally will survive that, but any other materials might not appreciate it. Laundry sanitizers are the easiest solution, but you may want to engage an extra rinse - some people have sensitivity to quats, and can get rashes from them.  For myself, if I had a malignant UTI, I'd probably go to disposables and wait it out, before going back. I had a family member develop dementia and then respiratory failure, from a UTI that progressed to their kidneys. Granted, they were a frail diabetic, but still, a UTI is not something to be trifled with. 

@DiaperboyEddie12 Im sorry you don't feel well.....I hope you feel better. But i still win. 

Love how the relationship is growing, I wonder what she has in mind for the bathtub.