2011

Great chapter.  The decent towards full time nappies, and an admission much further down the road, continues.  Next one is going to be rough by the sounds if it, and seminal!

Updating from a couple of years ago. Got rid of the PS4, upgraded to Switch 2.  Currently deep into Forza Horizon 6 and Borderlands 4, with a little bit of Street Fighter VI in between. Also playing Mario Kart World off and on. Still working nights, but haven't had a whole lot of nights off.  Hopefully, this reliever will stick around for a while. Being in hospitality, summer travel season with our location and the big weeklong rodeo coming, I'm not likely to be on, playing as much.  DM for gamertag.

Whenever my wife pegs me i just want it out. I find it so uncomfortable. Is this just a case of building up the time? We only use a small dildo too.  I really want her to go to town on me but the reality is its too uncomfortable 

With news quickly spreading about Emma's date she isn't going to get the quiet evening att home that she perhaps wished for.  ---  I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- “You did WHAT!?” Zoe looked aghast. It was as if I had just run over her dog. “What?” I asked innocently, as if I had no idea why Zoe might be cross, “He followed me to the library and asked me out…” “And you said yes!?” Zoe exclaimed. I shrugged. We were sitting on the bus, and I was starting to feel embarrassed. Zoe wasn’t keeping her voice down and that was causing everyone to turn our way. I had felt regret immediately after agreeing to the date for such selfish and vindictive reasons but now, in the eye of the storm that was Zoe’s anger, I felt even worse. I couldn’t admit I had only agreed to make her jealous. For one thing it might end what small sliver of a hope we had of salvaging our friendship, for another it would be an acceptance and admittance that I was interested in Jacob. “I can’t believe it!” Zoe shook her head and looked away from me in disgust. “Come on.” I tried to reason with her. Perhaps justifying what I had done to myself as well as her, “You’re going with Jacob, what’s the big deal?” “You KNOW I like Liam!” Zoe shouted. I looked around at all the faces staring our way. This was the last thing I wanted. Strangely, I was more embarrassed that all these people now knew I had a date with a guy than the argument itself. I had always been so vehemently against being a man’s partner with all that entailed, now everyone was going to look at me like I was as bad as all the other girls with a future of domestic servitude. “Look, I’m sorry, alright?” I hissed quietly to try and get Zoe to calm down. It seemed to work a little bit. Zoe didn’t reply. She simply stood up and waddled away from the seat and sat next to Nicole who had been nearer the back of the bus talking to a group of boys. Everyone’s attention soon dispersed from me, and I was able to sit quietly until the bus pulled up at my stop. I stood up with my backpack and plastic bag filled with my wet clothes and got off the bus as quickly as I could. When I got home, I felt exhausted from the day. I closed the front door behind me and leaned back against it with my eyes closed. What I needed more than anything was a nap, as much as I was loathe to admit it. I heard a crinkling coming rapidly down the hallway towards me and opened my eyes just in time to see Mom barrel into me with a big hug. I tried to pry her off me, but her grip was stronger than mine and I was only released when she decided to let go. “Oh, baby, I’ve heard the great news!” Mom said excitedly. I’d never seen her so happy. “What news?” I asked. “You and Liam!” Mom clapped her hands in time with the words. “What!?” I started to exclaim before Mom was hugging me again. She squeezed so hard I was lifted off the ground and I felt my bladder empty into my already wet diaper. I couldn’t speak until she had put me down again, “How!?” “Liam’s Mom called me.” Mom said. I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath. Liam must’ve called his mother, who had called my mother… which I imagine meant news was spreading fast. I could imagine big billboards up all around the country proclaiming the news as if it was of national importance. Whilst I knew that wouldn’t be the case it still rankled that even more people were finding out about my capitulation. What a mistake it had been… “This is great!” Mom said, “We need to get you new clothes, new shoes and… Wait, why are you wearing that?” “I… leaked.” I admitted with embarrassment. As I spoke, Mom’s hand went down to my diaper which she pressed against me and no doubt felt needed a change. I had adopted the slightly wide legged stance of a toddler getting a diaper check to make it easier for her. “Oh dear, well, let’s get you changed and then we’ll go shopping!” Mom said as she pulled me towards the stairs. “I’m pretty tired…” I started. “This is going to be just like old times!” Mom said as I nearly tripped on the stairs behind her with my lack of coordination, “Do you remember when you were a little girl and we used to go out shopping nearly every week?” I did remember those weekend trips. Though it was with considerably less nostalgia than my mom had. It wasn’t that I didn’t like Mom, I did, it was just pretty clear that we had very little in common and her idea of “fashion” for me is usually the most infantile thing she can find. But then, to mom and most of the rest of the world, I was still the same little girl I had always been. Taken to my nursery I wasn’t allowed to help mom at all as she pulled the snaps on my onesie. As the front and rear flaps fell away, I felt my diaper droop slightly. I was wetter than I thought, the onesie had held my padding up hidden just how heavy it was. I was helped up on to the changing table by a hand on my rear end and then I turned around to lay on my back whilst mom got to work changing me. As I laid back and stared up Mom babbled on and on about shops, we could visit to get a dress for the Prom. I had agreed to the date out of spite, and it felt like it was backfiring in every way. The wet diaper was lowered, and I jumped a little as mom wiped me clean and then pulled the padding out from under me. My legs were held back until a fresh diaper was prepared. It wasn’t long before I was taped up again. Mom selected an outfit to go shopping in. a pink shirt with a white smiling unicorn on it and a denim skirtall to go over the top. I didn’t like any of my juvenile outfits, of course, but I had to admit this was one of the least worst options available. “Right, let’s get going.” Mom said happily. “Do we have to go today?” I whined, “I’m tired.” “No time like the present!” Mom called over her shoulder as she left the room. With a deep sense of regret over what I had so carelessly agreed to my shoulders slumped forwards and I followed mom out of the room. Women weren’t trusted to drive, even if they had gained full coordination, so we caught the bus to the shopping mall on the edge of town. Mom was very excited, she always was when we got to do “mother-daughter” stuff together, probably because I usually avoided it as much as possible. “We should check over here!” Mom said as soon as we walked through the doors to the mall. She was holding my hand, and I was pulled towards the nearest clothes store. If I thought this was going to be a short experience, I was quickly proven wrong. In that first store I saw a dress that looked marginally acceptable and pointed it out to Mom. She ooh’ed and aah’ed over it but then put it back and dragged me to another store. Then another. Wherever we went mom would excitedly talk about how cute each dress was and how beautiful I’d look. They all seemed various degrees of awful to me. Some were relatively plain, almost what I would describe as normal, and it was towards those that I tried to pull mom’s attention. Other dresses were hideous. Shockingly pink, ruffled to an insane degree, the skirt section flaring out in every direction wildly. It wasn’t a surprise that it was these dresses that mom seemed to like. I was feeling exhausted from my long day. Mom had just dragged me into the fifth different store, and I sat down on the couch provided. This one had a section just for Prom dresses and as I leaned back against the couch mom started looking through all of them. I closed my eyes and let my thoughts drift away. I could almost feel myself sinking into the cushions as I let out a deep breath, and with it, most of my thoughts. Standing in the school’s large hall I was alone. I was naked, not even a diaper covering me. I quickly covered my private areas as best as I could but when I saw that no one else was around I let my arms fall to my side again. I started walking towards the door but as I approached it, I heard a noise behind me. I turned to see Jacob sitting on the edge of the raised stage. Like me, he was naked, but he had one leg crossed over the other so I couldn’t see anything except his toned body and flowing hair. It was as if he was glowing. I suddenly realised I was staring and, even worse, was still completely naked! I quickly tried to cover up again, looking around for any kind of clothing or towel I was left disappointed. I could feel embarrassment overcoming me. “I… I…” Stuttering, I wasn’t sure what to do. I wanted to run and hide but I was rooted in place as if Jacob had cast a spell over me. Jacob was smiling and it was melting my heart. He raised a hand and held it out, slowly moving his fingers to beckon me forwards. I swallowed. It didn’t feel like this was safe. What if someone walked in? I looked up to say this to Jacob, but he smiled, and the flash of those brilliantly white teeth stopped my words before they started. My legs started moving. As I got closer, I could feel my knees becoming weaker. My usual lack of coordination making me fear tripping over. I slowly lowered my arms to my sides to increase my balance, simultaneously revealing my breasts and the crease between my legs to this beautiful man. His expression didn’t change. He just nodded my head and encouraged me forwards. Like a moth to an alluring flame, I stumbled onwards. Once I was within a dozen or so feet of Jacob, he finally shifted position. My breath caught in my throat as he opened his legs and showed me his most intimate areas. I’d never found myself interested in things like this before, I’d always tried to think as little about men as possible, yet I swallowed with nervous anticipation. “Come on…” Jacob’s voice was soft but still echoed off the walls, “You know what to do.” I may not have thought much about boys, but I’d heard the girl’s gossip. I knew roughly what guys liked. I never thought I’d be the one to do it though, my independence meant so much to me, surely, I wasn’t about to drop my convictions just because the most handsome man I’d ever seen told me to. My mind was on autopilot. I couldn’t have resisted. I didn’t want to resist. Distracted as I was, I finally tripped over my own feet and fell on to all fours. I had been threatening to fall over on the entire walk and now I was down on the ground. I looked up, I was close enough to the stage that I couldn’t see any part of Jacob except for his legs. Without trying to stand back up I scampered forwards. What mattered most was reaching Jacob, something in my mind told me the whole world would make so much more sense if I could just reach him. I reached the stage where legs were hanging down. I started to pull myself up between those legs with my heart hammering harder and faster than ever before. I didn’t know what I was going to do, only that I was going to do it. My shaky knees found solid ground underneath me as I started to lift myself up. Slowly but surely, I got closer to the edge, and just as I was about to peek over the top… “Hello baby.” That wasn’t Jacob’s voice. Liam leaned forwards, completely naked. I screamed and dropped back on to my ass as I tried to scramble away from the man I was going to Prom with. I started crawling back across the hall as fast as I could scurry but when I looked over my shoulder, I could see that somehow, I wasn’t getting anywhere. “No!” I yelled, “Help! Jacob!” Liam leaned down and his hand wrapped around my wrist. He started shaking my arm and I abruptly came to with a yelp back in the store at the mall. I was sweating, my heart was beating almost painfully fast, and I could feel wetness in my diaper that had nothing to do with my perspiration. I looked around as I panted and saw mom standing over me with a frown. “Have you not been paying any attention to what I’ve been saying?” Mom asked rather crossly. “I… Sorry, I think I fell asleep…” I muttered as I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I felt shaky. “What do you think of this?” Mom asked. My mind was still elsewhere. I wasn’t looking at the dress. In fact, I was cursing myself out for what my subconscious had just done. I wasn’t even too bothered by the nightmare, what really annoyed me was that I had been seduced by such crass desires. I hated that I had been enticed like that by a man, no matter who it was, even if it was in my dream. I didn’t want to be crawling up to a man like that… “Hello? Earth to Emma?” Mom was getting impatient, “Well, if you don’t care what you’re wearing to the Prom I guess I’ll decide.” I finally started paying attention as Mom put a garishly pink dress in the basket. It was ringed with black lace frills and looked more infantile and ridiculous than anything in my closet. I stood up a little too quickly and stumbled to the side slightly. “N-No, Mom, not that one!” My eyes were wide, “W-What about… that one over there?” I pointed to the best dress of a bad bunch. It was a deep purple, had no frilly edges and looked, from a distance, almost grown up. Mom followed my gaze and pursed her lips. “You won’t entice Liam to propose with that.” Mom finally said, “Come on. This one is perfect.” As we walked to the checkout, I had to listen to mom go on and on about how important Prom was and what it might mean for me. I was just focused on how stupid I would look in the new dress. I could only imagine how horrifying it would be to be married to Liam. “I think Liam would make a great husband.” Mom said with a nod, “He’s athletic, smart, his mom tells me he’s already got his college place booked…” “I don’t want to marry him.” I said very quickly. In my mind I saw the version of him that had just haunted my dream, “Does that factor into things at all?” “You could do a lot worse.” Mom commented, “And if you want to get potty trained, you’ll need to find someone.” “I can do it myself.” I muttered, “Besides doesn’t love have anything to do with who I marry? Some sort of basic attraction? God, we haven’t even been on a date…” “You’re attracted to someone else?” Mom asked as she looked at me with piercing eyes. “I didn’t say that.” I replied. I tried to match mom’s stare, but I ended up being the first to look away. ---  If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. Thank you, and all support is very gratefully received: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mobgtuaba5be79/chapter/mr35b4j517fb6110 https://subscribestar.art/posts/2567354

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