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Chapter 2: The Trip to the Park Shortly afterward, they heard the front door open and close again, and then it went quiet. Kim picked up his comic book again and said, “Come and get me when dinner’s ready.” “Hey, are you just going to sit here and do nothing? Shouldn’t we do something together, now that I’m here anyway? We could go out to the yard and play ball.” “Two’s not enough for a ball game.” “We can kick the ball back and forth, or take turns trying to score a goal.” “But my babysitters always say it’s too late to play outside. They’d rather sit inside with their phones.” “But I’d like to go out with you. It’s still light out, and we have an hour before I have to make dinner, so it’s not too late. We could also go over to the park. We won’t be able to stay there long, but there are probably other kids on the playground you can play with.” "The kids at the playground are little. First grade or younger." "Then I can push you on the swings. Or we can sit on a bench and talk. If the snack bar is open, we can get an ice cream." "Do you promise?" "Yes, if it’s open." This babysitter really was different from the others! Maybe it would be fun. Kim didn’t play with others very often, but he’d love to have an ice cream. "Okay." It took only ten minutes to walk to the park. They walked side by side on the sidewalk. Lucas asked him about school. At first, Kim gave short answers. But Lucas was easy to talk to. He listened to what Kim said and asked follow-up questions, and gradually Kim ended up telling him more than he’d originally expected to. Among other things, he said: “We just started history here in third grade. It’s exciting to learn what happened in the past and what it was like back in the old days. But it's hard to remember it all.” “Math is fun. It’s both simple and complicated. It’s like everything’s connected. You know, it’s as if plus and minus are the same thing on a number line. You just do it backward with minus.” "Now we’re learning about times. It’s like plus in two directions. If you’re placing little boxes next to each other in a square. The result—the product, Ms. Reinholt called it—is the size of the square, so it's also connected to geometry." "We'll learn division later this year. I think that'll be fun, too." "Reading was hard in first grade, but now I get it. It’s just annoying with those words that have letters you don’t actually say." They had started learning their first foreign language, English, last year. "English is hard. The words are strange, and then they also put them together the wrong way. Everyone should speak the same language—it would be much easier. I’d rather learn something useful like math or science than have those two English classes a week.” When Lucas asked if it wasn't useful to be able to talk to people who speak English, Kim replied, “Yeah, it’s useful to talk to other people. But why do we have to learn their language? The others could just as well learn ours.” For most of the way, they stayed on sidewalks and paths away from traffic, but when they had to cross a street, Lucas asked, “Will you hold my hand while we cross the street?” “Why? I’m nine,” he replied. “That way we’ll be sure to stay together. It’s safer for both of us.” “But I’m too old to hold hands.” “I’m older than you, and I’m not too old for that. Besides, it’s just while we’re crossing the street.” Lucas held out his right hand. “Then you can look left, right, and left again and tell me when we can cross the street.” Kim took his hand. “Okay. But only while we’re crossing the street.” The snack stand in the park was open, and Lucas bought an ice cream for each of them, as he’d promised. Kim walked around looking at things while he ate his ice cream. Most of the kids on the playground were younger than him, but he spotted Jacob from his class on the jungle gym. Kim and Jacob didn’t usually talk to each other, but when Kim finished his ice cream, he walked over to Jacob. They climbed around for a while before ending up on a platform. “Hey, Kim. Are you here alone?” Jacob asked. “My babysitter’s here somewhere, too.” “You managed to convince a babysitter to let you go out? Mine won’t let me.” “It was the other way around. He talked me into coming here instead of reading comics.” “A guy? And he wanted you to come out with him? That’s weird. But don’t you have a little brother?” “Yeah. Sebastian found a friend to sleep over at his place so he wouldn’t need a babysitter.” “Why didn’t you do the same? Your parents must let you.” “Uh, I don’t like sleepovers.” “But that’s way more fun than a babysitter.” "But…" Jacob looked around. There were no other kids nearby. "Let me guess. You don’t have to say anything. I wet the bed until first grade. Mom said it happens to more kids than most of us think. Back then, I didn’t want to have sleepovers either.” Kim didn’t say anything, but he blushed visibly. "So that's the reason?" Kim nodded quietly. "Please don't tell anyone!" “I won’t tell anyone at school, but there’s no shame in it. You’re welcome to sleep over at my house if our parents let us.” “Thanks,” Kim managed to say. “Maybe next time.” Jacob asked, “I used to wear real diapers, the kind babies wear. Do you use pull-ups or real diapers?” “It’s white with blue stripes and four tapes.” "My dad is good at putting diapers on." "My mom is teaching me how to do it myself. But it’s hard to fasten the tapes right so it doesn’t leak." Jacob’s watch started beeping. “I have to go home now,” he said. He looked around the park and pointed. “My mom is sitting on the bench over there.” Kim looked over. “Wow, that’s my babysitter sitting with your mom. Let’s go over there.” Kim and Jacob walked to the bench together. When they got there, Jacob said, “Mom, this is Kim from my class. Can he sleep over at our house sometimes? He… well, he doesn't really like sleepovers, because… just as I didn't either before, but I told him he will be fine at our house.” Jacob’s mom replied, “Jacob, you shouldn’t go around telling people things that might be embarrassing for others, but of course Kim can sleep over if he likes. Kim, I’m sorry Jacob’s been talking about you.” Kim was shocked, but also relieved that being found out had gone so smoothly. He said, “It’s okay. Jacob said he wouldn't tell the others at school." Lucas interjected, “Kim, I’m glad you found a friend to play with, but we have to head home now so I can finish making dinner.” Jacob’s mom said that she and Jacob were going home, too. Kim and Lucas walked home side by side. They didn’t say anything, but Kim enjoyed the walk. It had been a nice trip to the park, even though Jacob now knew his secret. Even the birds were in a good mood and singing. When they reached the street they had to cross, Lucas reached out his hand to Kim again and said, “Will you tell me again when we can cross together?” Kim took Lucas’s hand without hesitation this time and looked for cars. When the road was clear, he said, “Now,” and they crossed the road hand in hand. It actually felt nice to feel Lucas’s warm hand. Kim kept holding Lucas’s hand, and they continued to hold hands until they got home. -
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By little_madd · Posted
Maddison was happy to receive the toy cars from Ana, and her excitement grew even more when she learned she would be taught some of Ana’s secret tricks. Maddison felt fortunate to have two amazing moms looking after her and remarked, "So, we’re having a babysitter?" Ana replied, "Camilla and I have a charity dinner to attend tomorrow." Maddison said, "Promise you’ll have a good time!" Ana laughed and said, "Okay, princess. I’m going to go help Camilla." Maddison was tasked with putting away the clean dishes, after which she could watch a cartoon. As for the spankings before bed—those would have to wait for another time; in truth, Maddison needed to overcome that fear. ================================== It didn’t take long before both girls were undressed and diaper-free, their bare, reddened bottoms exposed as they were placed into the bathtub—a sensation they both clearly felt. Once Camilla stepped out, a sense of rivalry emerged: "It’s all your fault!" Alicia retorted. "No, it’s yours—you were the one throwing a tantrum!" Emilly held up her hands, signaling "one-to-one"—implying they were now even. Noticing a potty nearby, and finally free from her gloves and boots, Emilly remarked, "I think I’ll use the potty and leave the diapers for Maddison." -
Will Emma have her happily ever after and get just what she wanted after so much struggle? --- 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 --- Epilogue I sat nervously. It was difficult to stay still as the clock ticked loudly in the silent waiting room. I wondered whose idea it was to buy such a loud clock and what their intent was. If it was to make you conscious of every single second that ticked by, they had done a good job. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. My diaper was still dry, a minor miracle, but the blue plastic chair beneath me wasn’t built with comfort in mind. “You’re going to be fine.” Jacob whispered to me, “Whatever happens, we have each other.” Jacob put a hand on my knee. It had been bouncing almost nonstop; the nervous energy being channelled down through my legs. A nurse came in a called out a name, it wasn’t mine, but I looked up to see another woman, very pregnant, get led off by her man. She was waddling. Still in diapers. And that was the crux of the problem for me. Prom had been nine months ago. A lot had changed in that time, but a lot had stayed frustratingly the same as well. Hence the diaper I was still wearing, and why I was now sat in the doctor’s waiting room. I’d had tests a week ago and when they called, they asked Jacob to bring me in. That wasn’t good. I knew enough to know that if a doctor wanted to discuss test results, it wasn’t a sign that everything was fine. I looked around at the other people in the waiting room and wondered what they were all there for. It was mostly elderly people, often in couples but occasionally a man on his own. I almost instinctively looked to see if the various women were padded. Most were. I wondered if it bothered them as much as it bothered me. Because that was what had driven Jacob and I to the doctor’s office. It had been nearly a year since prom. A lot had changed in that time. Jacob and I were still going strong, and, in fact, I had never been happier. Despite my best efforts it was clear my family was not going to be won around, they didn’t at all appreciate my choice of boyfriend. Dad had harangued me nearly every time I had seen him since prom night, demanding to know why I had let go of a fine man like Liam. He didn’t like Jacob’s liberal ideas such as letting me make my own choices. I got the feeling my mom was happy for me, I think even Ollie was pleased, but dad ruled the house and if he said they wasn’t going to be involved with my life as long as I was with Jacob, none of them were. As I predicted the moment I slapped Liam in the face, I was quickly told to pack my things and get out of my family’s home. Fortunately for me, Jacob’s family was more than happy to welcome me into their home. Living with the Wright family was a truly eye-opening experience. It took a lot of getting used to when people started asking what I thought about things and gave me some independence. One night, Jacob’s mom asked what I wanted for dinner and after stuttering for a few seconds I just burst into tears. They were wonderful and patient people. After around six months Jacob and I moved out of the main home and into a flat nearby. It was a lot smaller, but it was home and, thanks to a generous gift from Jacob’s family, it was ours. We still went over to the family home often though, after so many years it was just so nice to be treated like an equal that I never wanted to leave. It wasn’t only me that was experiencing a lot of change. After my initial joy that Zoe and Liam were getting on so well, I started to worry. I knew what Liam was like and I feared for my friend’s safety. However, after many months, and me asking seemingly a hundred times, Zoe told me she was really happy, and I had to believe her. She was getting what she wanted, a dominant man who would make her a “traditional” wife. Me and Liam had been a bad fit and it resulted in a lot of tension, but both Liam and Zoe seemed much happier and calmer now. A couple of months before my trip to the doctor’s office, Zoe stunned us all by announcing she was pregnant with what she assured us was the first of many children. I hadn’t forgotten about Nicole either. We didn’t see each other much, in fact, I could probably count the times we had met since graduation on one hand. Nicole was still in school, having dropped back a couple of years and joined the boys’ classes. We kept up over social media and the phone. I was happy, and not a little jealous, that she seemed to be excelling in her classes and seemed very likely to go on to university, an incredible feat. However, although so much had changed, there were some things that had stayed resolutely the same no matter how much I wished they would change. Just a couple of weeks after I moved in with Jacob, we started working on the things I wanted more than anything. My coordination and, especially, my potty training. It was embarrassing but I was determined. Jacob bought every book he could find whilst I scoured the internet for tips and advice. I tried so hard, and we cycled through all sorts of methods from setting alarms to make me go to the bathroom every few hours to limiting my water intake to special exercises designed to strengthen the muscles around my bladder and bowels. After months of hard work, and a lot of tears and frustration, I had got nowhere. No matter what Jacob and I tried, I was as helplessly dependent on my diapers as ever. Not only that, but the rest of my coordination wasn’t improving either. I was as clumsy and prone to accidents as I ever was. That’s what led us to the waiting room of the doctor’s office. I desperately wanted to get better but nothing was working, eventually I decided that we had to see if something was wrong. I had prayed to be told I was fine, maybe just a slow developer, but in my heart, I knew I wasn’t going to get good news. “Emma Crouch.” A man called from the hallway at the other end of the waiting room from the main entrance. I swallowed anxiously and stood up. Jacob asked if I wanted him to come with me and I nodded my head. I took his hand and squeezed it as I followed the smiling doctor down the corridor to an office. I sat down none too soon as I felt like my knees had turned to jelly. The room felt imposing, just being in there took me back to being the “little girl” who was to listen and not speak. Maybe that was the point, after all this doctor was unlikely to be of the enlightened variety judging by his age. Jacob’s hand found mine and he held it tightly as the doctor closed the door and walked around behind his desk to sit down. The moment he looked at me I felt my heart drop. His expression was of the kind that let you know bad news was coming before he said a word. It felt like a special way of looking at someone that they taught doctors at medical school. However, before he opened his mouth, he turned from me and looked at Jacob. “Mr. Wright, thank you for bringing Emma in. I see-…” The doctor started. “I’m sorry…” Jacob said loudly over the top of him, “But it is my girlfriend who is here for this appointment. It might help if you address her.” God bless Jacob. Even at times of high emotion like that, he was always the first person to stick up for me. The doctor looked back and forth between us a few times. It was as if Jacob had asked the doctor to talk to a potted plant, he clearly thought the idea pointless. He didn’t bother to suppress an eyeroll as he turned to me. I swallowed nervously and braced myself. “OK, well, Emma, we’ve done a battery of tests, as I’m sure you’re aware.” The doctor said slowly and a little louder than was necessary, “And I regret to inform you that you have Asthenia Nervosa.” I didn’t know what the disease or condition was, but my eyes started watering immediately. I could hear a ringing in my ears and my heartbeat seemed like it should’ve been audible to everyone in the room as the doctor continued. “I’m afraid it’s a congenital condition that has no cure or treatment.” The doctor continued. He sounded almost bored, perhaps he was just put out that he had to talk to me. My mind went blank. Tears rolled down my face, but I didn’t make a sound. I just stared straight ahead not really comprehending anything that was happening. The doctor was talking about exactly what caused the disease, but I didn’t care. All I wanted to know was if I could get better. It was like a tiny sliver of hope, maybe it would delay my development, but it didn’t have to be the end… “I’m afraid the effects can be quite debilitating.” The doctor said, “You’re lucky, you seem to have escaped the worst of it. You asked in your assessments particularly about your fine motor control and… potty training.” The doctor frowned. He clearly didn’t think a woman should be potty trained. Despite my shock, or maybe because of it, I started to wonder if he had a wife. I wondered what her life was like. “I have to say that it is very, very unlikely that your condition will improve at this point.” The doctor said casually. It felt like he was writing off my future and he was barely bothering to look at me. “What does that mean?” Jacob asked. “It means, Mr. Wright, that your girl is almost certainly not going to potty train successfully. I would very much doubt she would be able to improve her motor control either, certainly not to any significant extent.” Those words, the final condemnation of my future, seemed to wipe my mind blank. I only comprehended a few words here and there after that. Jacob asked if I was OK with a look of deep concern, I could only stare blankly at him. The doctor made a comment that Jacob should consider himself lucky, that the condition could’ve been worse and that a woman didn’t need any more than I already had, that I would remain, in terms of coordination and bladder control, a toddler. Things were a blur. I didn’t know how long after that it was that I was being helped back to the car. I had Jacob’s arm around my shoulder, and I slowly shuffled out as he kept talking to me. I sat in the car but didn’t remember the drive and when we reached the flat, I sat down on the floor with my back against the couch. All around me were the devices bought to try and help me gain the motor control I had desperately sought; I now saw them as little more than baby toys. A cube to put shapes into and colouring books with exercises designed to strengthen and train muscles, they no longer seemed like things I had been using to train myself, instead, they seemed like things I had been playing with. It had all been a waste of time. Jacob sat with me for a while. He kept telling me how much he loved me and that what the doctor said would never change that. He told me we could keep trying anyway, that maybe the doctor was wrong. After cuddling me and then getting us both drinks, mine in a sippy cup so it didn’t spill, he just sat with me. Slowly, the shock started to wear off. As it did so, it was replaced by an overwhelming sadness. The tears started and they didn’t stop. Unlike in the office, these weren’t silent or dignified. I started wailing as Jacob pulled me against him and wrapped his arms around me. I cried completely, as if I had never done so before, barely taking great big breaths between body wracking sobs. It felt like it would never stop. Everyone had been right. I was just a useless baby after all, and now I knew I always would be. My tears only stopped when I had no more left in me. I was laying against Jacob’s chest as he continued to stroke me despite the fact that I had soaked his shirt with my tears and snot. I felt exhausted and yet I knew I wouldn’t sleep. My head ached and I had to drink from the sippy cup just to try and replenish some of the liquid that had poured out of me. After sitting with me for another half an hour, with neither of us saying a word, Jacob asked if he could go to the bedroom to get cleaned up and use the bathroom. I nodded my head, deciding not to tell him that during my flood of tears I had also flooded my diaper. I looked down at my crotch and realised it was something that would likely never stop no matter how much I wanted to. I felt like I had lost something I had never had in the first place. Jacob was gone longer than I expected. I didn’t move from my position on the floor even though my butt was going numb. I just waited for Jacob to come back, to continue to cuddle and stroke me as I came to terms with the diagnosis. I heard some bumps and bangs coming from the bedroom but before I could really speculate what was happening, Jacob came back into the room and my jaw immediately dropped. “J-Jacob…” I said. My throat felt like it had turned to pulp from all the crying and my voice was very raspy, “What are you…?” “I have to admit, this feels pretty weird.” Jacob replied with a tentative smile. Walking back across the room towards me, Jacob had stripped out of his pants and everything else. He was wearing a diaper, one of mine, which only just stretched enough to fit him, and a t-shirt. I watched as he walked across the room accompanied by the crinkling I knew only too well. “I don’t understand…” I whispered. Was Jacob making fun of me? “I have to admit, I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing.” Jacob said as he sat down just in front of me, spreading his legs so they went either side of my body, “But I wanted to show that you’re not going through this alone.” “By… wearing a diaper?” I asked. I couldn’t stop staring at it. If I was honest there was something strangely alluring and naughty about it. Most men would rather be killed than wear a diaper, it was one of the most emasculating things that men could imagine. “Yeah.” Jacob replied, “I just… I want to support you. I want you to know these diapers and things, they don’t define who you are. Me and you, we’re on the same level no matter what we’re wearing. I love every part of you. I don’t diapers have any bearing on how grown up you are… but if you aren’t able to “grow up” to where I am? Well, I’ll just have to “grow down” to you.” It took me a few seconds to actually absorb Jacob’s words. I still wasn’t sure what he was saying and, if I wasn’t honest, I don’t think he knew precisely wither. What was undeniable was that the words came from a place of complete love, and it almost didn’t matter what he said, the meaning was all the same. I smile spread across my face tentatively and then, despite everything, I let out a little tired laugh. “You’re so silly.” I said. I pushed myself forwards on to my hands and knees and crawled forwards. I sat up with my thighs going over his, facing him, so our legs were behind each other. Our padded crotches touched together as I scooted forwards into another, less tearful, cuddle. It felt very strange to have diaper on diaper contact with Jacob, and yet it wasn’t entirely disagreeable. That was a strange sensation to be having. “Oh, there was one other thing.” Jacob said as we pulled apart but remained in our sitting positions and pressed right up against one another. “Hmm?” I asked. Jacob’s hand went down to his diaper. I watched and wondered what he was doing as it slipped inside the waistband. He winced and twisted his body as he reached for something. I wasn’t exactly in the mood for sex, and I was about to say so when he pulled a little square box out of the padding. How he had fit it in there in the first place was a mystery to me. “Miss Emma Crouch.” Jacob said. He flipped open the box to reveal a gold ring inside, encrusted with a small diamond. I gasped, covering my mouth and feeling my breath catch in my chest, “I love you more than anything. Would you do me the honour of being my wife?” I thought I had no more tears to shed. I was wrong. My eyes filled as I rapidly nodded my head and mouthed “yes”, my throat not yet letting any of the words out. I pulled my legs under me and practically tackled Jacob to the ground as I kissed him passionately. “You’ve… made me… the… happiest… man alive!” Jacob managed to get out between my insistent kisses. And as one of my hands trailed down to the diaper he was wearing, ready to go searching for whatever else he might have in there, I knew that no matter what diagnosis I had and no matter what the future would bring with regards to my potty training, I was the luckiest girl in the world. --- This story is completed, but I've just started a brand new one over on Ream and SubscribeStar! "Chloe & Amanda" is a tale of sex, degradation, and the corruption of one woman into a diaper slut for another. You can find the first part down below: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mv9dc3dd3eefd1 https://subscribestar.art/posts/2735885 -
By longislandguy · Posted
I keep mine either trimmed down or totally waxed smooth. I liked it, and have done the rest of my body too.
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