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Chapter 7 : A Personal Gift --------------------------- The exams themselves flew by just like time does when reading a good book. Lynn was well-prepared, so the time between exams could be used mostly to review, remind herself of some of the important details, and to get a good night's rest. Peony watched over the latter, made sure to guide Lynn to her bed when needed. The same for Madison, though she was a little more difficult about it. Peony followed her own advice too, making sure to seek her bed at a good hour each night. She continued to rise early as usual, making breakfast for herself and her housemates, even on days that she had exams herself. A hug or a cuddle were never far off either.  Lynn loved when the evenings allowed for her to cuddle up to Peony, her housemate's warmth making her feel wrapped up in love. Realizing just how much Peony did for them, Lynn had thanked her with a strong hug before all of them had left to go home to their parents for the week before the next semester. She had snuck a letter into Peony's bag too. Maybe she should have given the letter straightforwardly or even have simply told Peony how grateful she was directly, yet a nice surprise was something that Peony really deserved. The thursday evening before the start of the new semester, Lynn already returned to the house. Though she had loved spending time with her parents and her family, she had a plan in her mind to find a student job the coming semester, just so she could afford to buy more diapers for herself. Every day back home was lovely and every day she missed the thick padding under her bottom that she had enjoyed while studying. Even snug panties did not feel the same, there was just something about that thick fluffy padding that spoke to her. And to make that happen again, she needed money. Her first idea was to look around on the internet, which had brought up some leads, yet she figured that taking a stroll around the city where she studies would show more opportunities. And so she was back here on thursday evening. Peony and Madison probably wouldn't return for a couple days, so she'd have to miss out on hugs and spending time together and be all alone in the house. That was okay, there were plenty of books to read, she had already peeked at the coming semester's book list. Time would fly by. The temperature outside was cool though not frosty. Nevertheless, she was happy when she pulled her suitcase of clothes after her into the house and closed the door behind her. Even in the dark, the house made her feel at home, love and warmth stepping forward to meet her. She flicked on the hallway light and smiled, excited by the prospects of another semester and a chance to earn money for diapers. Inhaling satisfaction she danced toward the stairs. She left the suitcase by the stairs and followed the hallway to the kitchen. In a moment she was emptying her backpack from the food her mother had prepared for her, finding plenty of empty space in the fridge to put it all. A quick glance into the living room only showed her the shadowed contours of the stacks of books she had left in her little studying bookcorner before she left for home. Each of them had made their little corner downstairs their own and the only one who had cleaned up hers was Peony. The kitchen was free of study materials and clean, everything put away nicely not that long after her last exam was over. Not that Lynn herself had not done any cleaning, her books were stacked nicely at the side, her little bookcorner space dusted and scrubbed as necessary. With the help of Peony of course. Her backpack had become a good bit lighter without the food, so she headed back into the hallway to head upstairs to deposit her clothes in her room. Taking her suitcase in both arms she carefully started ascending the stairs. She remembered the diapers waiting before her door the last time she did this, but today there were no diapers waiting before her door and Peony and Madison had not been waiting in the kitchen. She also remember how comforted she had felt in those diapers. Ah well, soon she would have the chance again, she'd just have to take care of it herself this time. Putting her clothes away took only a few moments, everything had been stacked very nicely in the suitcase to make unpacking easy. A quick stop by the bathroom to deposit some hygiene supplies later she was pattering down the stairs. She left her shoes in the hallway shoerack and flipped the light switch to the living room. Her intent had been her book corner, yet her gaze was drawn to the table instead. Sitting on the table was a pack of diapers. The big kind, the kind she had worn before, with soft baby-ish pictures on them and on the package. Lynn swallowed. Who had? Why? It was a little overwhelmingly much. She understood why her roommates had provided diapers last time: because the relationship between them had become awkward. This, this was for no reason whatsoever. She hesitated to approach when she noticed there was a cute bunny plushie sitting on top of the package, which was made to look like it was wearing a diaper. There was a note sitting next to it. A few steps brought her to the bunny and the note, unable to restrain her curiosity. "Hi baby," the note read. "Made me think of you." Madison's name was written in her hand at the bottom with three little x's. No mention about the diapers at all, just the bunny plushie.  Both the diapers and the bunny were a fantastical gesture from Madison. A loving gesture. Sure, Madison had teased her plenty of times for wearing a diaper and named her the baby of the house, yet here was the second time Lynn returned to the house to have diapers waiting for her. Madison was good at planning, anticipating, even if Lynn didn't know how she could have known that Lynn would have come back to the house first. Unease, gratitude, joy, excitement, hesitation, and more bubbled up from Lynn's heart about such a thoughtful and generous gift.  Lynn's fingers shivered as she reached for the bunny and took it up. Unable to resist, she gave it a little kiss and hugged it to her bosom. Trying to grab the diapers as well, she realized she would need both her hands to carry them upstairs. Or. Or she could put one on right here in the living room. Peony and Madison were not here, so she had all the privacy she needed. Her cheeks suddenly flushed when she realized that Peony had changed her diapers and that Madison had seen everything in the bathroom before as well. She swallowed at the realization. Her housemates had also seen her in nothing but a diaper and a onesie, a very wet diaper even. The diapers here on the table and the care that Peony had provided suggested that the shared intimacy was appreciated. It was still a lot that had been shared between the three of them. It left an impression in the back of here mind, something small that stuck. Setting aside her momentary contemplation she also set aside the bunny and tore open the package of diapers. Grabbing the first diaper, she unfolded it, fluffed it, and after a couple steps smoothed it out in the middle of the couch. She unbuttoned her pants and sat down on the couch at the velcros-end of the diaper. She pulled off her jeans and then separately her panties. She could've done both at once, but there was a certain dramatic tension about taking off your clothes one piece at a time in order to put on a diaper, as if she was reluctant to be diapered like a little baby. She wasn't, she had missed the diapers. Even if she'd be a little reluctant to admit it to anyone else, even directly to Peony and Madison. With her bottom naked and free, she swung up her legs on the couch and put her butt on the heavenly soft padding of the diaper. She had put enough diapers on herself at this point to know what she was doing, but it still took a couple tries to get the velcros and the fit right. It had to be snug around her hips, she had figured out. Well, she had figured it out from how Peony had done it, her housemate was a natural. These were good diapers, easy to adjust, and the result made her run her hands along her bottom and between her legs. Padded like the house's baby, she cuddled the bunny to her bosom and kicked her legs in the air to feel the padding hug her bottom. The couch was a nice place to be, unfortunately for Lynn she did need a cup of tea. Bouncing off the couch, she headed toward the kitchen. Of course she maintained that bounce in her step, feeling the padding between her legs caress her thighs as she moved into the kitchen. A cup of tea did not take very long to make and then she was settling into her chair in her little bookcorner. Bunny and legs pulled up to her chest, teamug on the table next to her, diaper padding her bottom and teasing the heel of her left foot. She opened the book to her favorite part. "Only a few hours past midday, less than half a dozen tables were occupied in the large common room..." Somewhere during her hours of reading Lynn looked up, the house being completely dark except for the light that illuminated her and her book. Instead of feeling scary, the house felt cozy, like a winter night in a story shared in familial warmth. That was not a coincidence, feeling a little warmth spread along her bottom as she released the tea she had drank into her diaper. She bit her lip in satisfaction and dove back into her book. She had no idea at what time she finally stopped reading. Quickly feeling her diaper before she got up, there was almost no indication she had used the diaper so little had she used it. That was quite alright to Lynn, she would just sleep in it. She turned off the light switch in her bookcorner and headed to the hall, to the stairs. She headed upstairs to her room, turning on the hallway light long enough to climb the stairs. She did want to sleep like a baby, so she only wore her diaper and a t-shirt as she crawled under her sheets, cuddling up to her new bunny friend and giving it a kiss goodnight. Lynn woke up the next morning, her diaper still taped snug around her bottom in defiance of any natural shifting that would have occurred during the night. Lynn couldn't help but feel the front of the diaper. It was still dry, but it felt so incredibly comfortable she was astonished by the delightful feeling that she didn't want to end. Her breasts tingled pleasantly as she stretched and yawned with the satisfaction of true restful sleep.  Lynn could see the daylight shining through the window and it was not close to sunrise. On these winter days, that meant it was at least nine in the morning. Early enough to have a good day, but she gotten a very long night's sleep. Sitting up, she found her bunny and sat him down on her pillow. Swinging her legs over the edge of her bed, her bladder announced itself. It had been a couple weeks since she had last wet her diaper in this same position. A little excitement danced into her heart. She had missed this, the slightly embarrassing ritual of wetting herself right here on the edge of her bed before taking it off to take a shower and then wearing a fresh diaper afterward. That would not be this morning though. Even though she had now visibly and obviously used her diaper, it was still just a drop in the bucket for this diaper. Taking it off now would be a waste. Lynn swallowed. She had not planned to go out searching for a student job in a diaper, specifically a wet diaper. She had never gone out in a diaper before. She had thought and dreamed about it a few times, doing it for real was a little different from those dreams. She glanced back over at Mister Bunnybutt, looking for any guidance on what the best course of action was. She was pretty sure that Peony would encourage her to be herself. And Madison would say that the baby of the house should be in a diaper. And none of that was good advice. Someone was going to see, someone was going to notice, everyone was going to know she liked wearing diapers. Her social life would be over. Her hands moved toward the velcros on the front of her diaper, but she couldn't. It wasn't right to take it off either. Her heart was beating in her chest like the pounding of wardrums. She didn't want to waste the diaper any more than she wanted to be caught wearing one. The diaper was a genuine gift from Madison. She swallowed again. She would keep it on.

Symphony X - Nevermore (Official Lyric Video)   

Hey everyone! It's my first post here. I've always wanted to write out an abdl story, but never actually did it. I hope you enjoy it! Thanks for giving it a read. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's our five year wedding anniversary tomorrow. We rented a beautiful oceanfront beach house in the Outer Banks. This was supposed to be a whole evening. Dinner, candles, and a romantic walk by the ocean. Instead I'm alone in the guest bedroom staring at the ceiling while the sun filters through the blinds. It's not even 7 PM, which means it's not getting dark anytime soon. I can hear her downstairs cooking, the smell of onion and garlic in the air. She's shamelessly singing along to Avril Lavigne and not even close to hitting the right notes. I'm wet, but that's not a surprise. I'm pretty much always wet. Tonight she went with thick cloth diapers and plastic pants. Cloth is a different experience from disposables. The persistent wetness of the cloth gives you a constant reminder of the state you're in, the plastic pants lock in more heat, and the elastic at the legs starts to rub after a while. It's a more prominent sensory experience... which was the point. She added more layers than usual to limit any "inappropriate behavior". It's not like it matters. My special needs anti-strip bodysuit, and locking footie pajamas do a pretty good job at preventing that kind of thing. Krystle and I were high school sweethearts. To say I love her is an understatement. I fucking adore her. She still gives me butterflies when she walks into the room. We got married young, right out of high school, and since we'd only ever been with each other it took us a few years to really start saying what we wanted. A few years ago we rented a cabin in the woods for our anniversary and spent the whole weekend exploring our intimacy. By the end of it, I told her about the diapers. I'd been working up to it all weekend, and I was terrified. When I finally got it out of my mouth, she quietly sat with it for a moment, and then she looked at me and said "okay, tell me everything, I want to understand it". She didn't cringe. She didn't make me feel like a freak. She just wanted to know more. I love her so much for that. We started slow. I bought some pull-on cloth diapers and started wearing them around the house just to normalize it. Then one evening in the fall, we were on the couch with a bottle of wine and a bad 90s movie. She was lying with her legs across my lap, wearing an old oversized sweatshirt and these little sleep shorts with cats on them. Her hair was still damp from a shower. She shifted and looked at me with those big brown eyes. I leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were soft and warm. She kissed me back, slow at first, and then she made this small sound against my mouth, her tongue finding mine, her fingers curling into the front of my shirt. She tasted like white wine and chapstick. She started to kiss me harder, swinging her leg over me and settling into my lap. I felt my diaper compress under her weight, and I was hard almost instantly. She started moving, slowly rocking back and forth. It was so gentle but so overwhelming, the sensation was muffled but close, unlike anything I'd felt before. She kissed my jaw, my neck, and then came back to my mouth slow and deep. I had my hands in her damp hair and I could smell the shampoo she's been using for the last 10 years. She pulled back just enough to look at me, her hair falling forward. She smiled at me, then kissed me again. I was done. My whole body shook underneath her. She sat back and stared, looking at me with an enormous grin. I could tell she was pleased with herself. That was just the beginning... From that night on, diapers became more frequent. I wore every chance I got. I was too excited not to. Disposables and proper cloth diapers made their way into the rotation and she got comfortable with me using them. What surprised me was how much she took to the changing ritual. She started handling it herself, laying everything out, taking her time, wiping and powdering and retaping with this gentle look on her face. It made the process feel like the most intimate thing in the world. Months went by, and it was honestly my dream come true. We kept talking, kept being honest, and kept expanding what we were willing to try. One thing is certain, I could tell she liked to be in control. I remember the first time I messed my diaper. I never brought up messing because I was mortified by the idea of doing "that" in front of her. Krystle's sister was over for happy hour. I could hear them through the floor, talking and laughing... I was upstairs locked in my diaper waiting for her (just a little foreplay for the evening ahead). An intense urge came out of nowhere. I texted her: Hey babe, I really need to go #2, can you come let me out. I'm in the middle of something, you need to hold it for a bit. I don't know if I can. Well I guess it's a good thing you're wearing a diaper 💩😂 I held out as long as I could. Every muscle clenched, and then it was just over. A warm spreading heaviness filled the seat of my diaper. There was nothing I could do but sit in it and listen to them laughing downstairs like everything was completely normal. I sat there for a full hour, the mess cooling under me. When Krystle finally came upstairs she was still in her jeans and a little floral button-up she'd worn to brunch earlier. Her red lipstick was intact, her hair was still perfect, and I could smell her perfume when she walked in the door. Quite the contrast. She took one breath of the room, and her nose wrinkled. "Oh," she said. "I texted you." "I saw." She tilted her head at me with a small look of disbelief in her eye. "Smells like someone had a little accident." "I was locked in. I told you I couldn't hold it." "Mmm." She was pressing her lips together. "I feel like a big boy would've found a way." She pulled me into a hug before I could respond, a hand pressing firmly into the back of my diaper smooshing everything around. I made a sound I'm not proud of. She laughed into my shoulder. Then she pulled back, looked down and her eyes went wide. "Are you hard right now?" I looked at the wall. "I... I couldn't help it. You just looked so good today" "Oh my god." She put her hand over her mouth suppressing a giggle. She left me there while she went and got the changing supplies. Once everything was spread out on the pad, she looked up at me. "Okay, little guy. Come here." My face was beet red the entire time. She wiped me down slow and thorough, talking to me in this light conversational way the whole time, telling me about her sister and everything going on in her life, completely casual... like she wasn't changing my dirty diaper. At one point she looked up mid-wipe and said "you really couldn't hold it at all, huh" and kept going when I didn't answer. I asked if I could shower and put on regular underwear but she dismissed it quickly with a "I don't think you're ready for potty training yet". When she was done she powdered me, smoothed it in with both palms, and taped the fresh diaper snug. "There. All clean. Feel better?" "Yes," I said. "Good." She stood, kissed me on the cheek, her hair brushing my face, smelling like coconut. "Don't mess this one before dinner." In the weeks to follow, I still used the "potty" to poop, until that one afternoon. I was at my desk working from home. Krystle was out running errands, when the urge struck. I was feeling horny, naughty, whatever you want to call it, and decided to just... let it happen. My brilliant plan was to clean up before Krystle got home. That's not exactly what happened. She came home early, about forty minutes later, pulled my waistband back and went very quiet. "Hey," she said. "Hey." "Do you want to tell me something?" "No." "Okay." Another pause. "How long." "Not long." I could hear her working very hard to keep her voice neutral. "How long is not long." "Forty-ish minutes." "Forty." "Give or take." "And you were just," she said, "sitting there." "I was working." "You were working." "I had a deadline." She put her hand over her mouth. I could tell from the sound she made that she was not covering a cough. "Don't," I said. "I'm not doing anything." "Krystle." "I'm not! I'm being very supportive." Her voice was completely unsteady. "Come on, let's get you sorted out." She was still smiling when she got the changing pad. Still smiling through the entire change. At one point she looked up at me and said "forty minutes" very quietly. "All done." She patted the front of the fresh diaper twice. "Please never bring this up again." "Of course," she said, and kissed my cheek. I could feel her still smiling against my face. After that the checks became a whole thing. She had different methods and she used them interchangeably. Sometimes she'd quietly come up behind me, tug the back of my waistband and peek in. Other times she didn't look at all, she'd just press her nose briefly to the seat of my pants, sniff once, and give her verdict. The worst was the grocery store. We were in the cereal aisle. She stopped walking, her nose wrinkled, and she looked right at me. "What," I said. She didn't answer. She just steered me by the arm around the corner into a quieter aisle, glanced both ways, and pressed her nose to the back of my jeans. "Oh," she said, standing back up. "It's not me." She tilted her head. "It's not me, I would know." She took the cart handle back and started walking. "It wasn't you." She paused. "This time." I felt my whole face burning. Little things started shifting in our daily life. She started calling me "baby" more, which she'd always done, but now it had a different weight to it. She'd occasionally reach over and cut up my food at dinner without asking. She would just start cutting while she was talking about something else. I'd sit there and let her and we'd both pretend it was normal. Once at brunch she tucked a napkin into my collar, smoothed it flat against my chest. She looked up, met my eyes and held them for just a second before going back to her eggs like nothing had happened. I sat there in my little bib and looked at my food. I felt my face go hot but didn't say a word. Once she changed me while on a work call, phone tucked between her ear and her shoulder, talking to a colleague about quarterly numbers while she untaped, wiped, and retaped without missing a word of the conversation. She even started leaving the bathroom door open when she used it. I'd be in the living room and I'd hear her in there, completely unbothered, just existing like a normal adult with full access to the bathroom. She knew what she was doing. The biggest change for me was in the evolution of our sex life. One afternoon she was in the kitchen in her little denim shortalls, and she climbed up on the counter to reach something in the top cabinet. Her shortalls rode up and I could see the edge of her underwear. I was sitting at the kitchen table in my onesie with a full wet diaper and I just stared. She dropped back down, turned around, caught me looking. "Eyes on your plate," she said, completely deadpan. Then she turned back around, and I looked at my plate. The orgasms started tapering off around this time. She'd tease me, get me close, and then just stop and move on like nothing happened. Some weeks I'd go four or five days without any real release, while she wandered around the house in her cotton panties with cute patterns. Sometimes I'd hear her in the shower at night... sounds that weren't showering. She'd come out twenty minutes later in her towel looking very relaxed. I never mentioned it, but she always had a little smile the next morning like she knew I'd heard. As time went on, the teasing increased. She'd occasionally catch someone's eye across a room, let her smile linger a little too long, and look at me like she was checking my reaction. This turned into playfully flirting right in front of me. One night at the bar, she spent more time talking to the bartender than to me, laughing at his jokes and absentmindedly playing with her hair while he talked. On the way out, she had her hand in my back pocket and gave it a little squeeze. "Were you jealous?" she asked. I said no. "Liar," she said with a smile before kissing me on the cheek as we walked to the car. Things moved to the next level on my birthday. Krystle wanted me to have one of my biggest fantasies come to life. I woke up in a wet diaper. She was next to me in an oversized t-shirt and these cute cotton sleep shorts with little strawberries on them. Her dark hair was spread across the pillow, with an arm over her eyes. She looked so pretty it made my chest ache. I just stared at her. She started to stir, cracked one eye open, and a slow smile spread across her face. She rolled over and crawled on me with her knees settling around my hips. The next thing I know, she was kissing me, long and unhurried. Her lips were warm, her tongue sliding against mine, her fingers curling around my jaw, her hair all around us. All I smelled was coconut. She deepened the kiss with a soft moan. I could feel my wet diaper between us, thick and inescapable. The pressure through the padding was too much to handle and made me gasp into her mouth. She pulled back immediately. Just far enough. Her hair falling in her face. She didn't move it. Her eyes were soft and dark and amused. "Morning," she said. "Hi." She kissed me again, slower, her thumb tracing my jaw. Then once more, softer... Then she sat up. "Uh uh," she said, like she was answering a question I hadn't asked. "Not yet, birthday boy." "Krystle." She looked back at me. "Breakfast first. Then I'll change you." She glanced down. "You're pretty soaked. Don't move around too much." She changed me after breakfast, taking her sweet time. She laid out the changing pad, unsnapped my onesie, untaped the wet diaper and started wiping. The air was cold and the wipe was colder. She was very thorough, getting every nook and cranny twice. Then the soft smell of powder, so much that closing the diaper created a little cloud in the air. She taped the fresh one snug. "Nice and dry," she said, mostly to herself. She kissed me on the forehead and patted my butt towards the door. "Go play. I'll check on you later." I spent the day gaming while Krystle worked around the house in a short house dress, hair in a loose bun. She'd pass through and I couldn't help but stare. Mid-afternoon she walked in while she was on the phone with her mom, one finger held up at me, and proceeded to change me without putting the phone down. She untaped, wiped, and retaped all while talking about what her mom was planting in the garden this year. When she finished, she snapped my onesie, gave me a pat, and walked back out still talking. I sat there for a second and then picked up the controller again. The plan for my birthday evening was to head out to my favorite bar for a couple of drinks. Around 6 PM she walked in the room and said: "Hey babe, did you take the trash out like I asked?" "Uhhh. I forgot. I'll do it in a minute." "I know it's your birthday, but I need you to do it now." "Can I just have a minute please?" "That's what you said three hours ago. NOW." "Give me a fucking minute." "Don't talk to me like that." "I don't want to deal with this shit on my birthday." "If you don't watch your tone, you'll be sorry." "I'm so scared. Give me a fucking break." The next thing I knew she grabbed my ear, yanking me into the living room. "If you're going to act like a little brat, I'm going to treat you like one." My diaper was down and I was over her knee before I could process what was happening. She rested her hand on my backside for one long moment. It was almost intimate. Then the wooden spoon came down and that intimacy was gone. "You'd think I'd get more respect from a little boy who can't even keep his pants dry?" She was not playing around. Each swat landed hard with no room to let me breathe. By the time she stopped, my eyes were watering. "Not a peep," she said evenly. "And don't you dare touch that butt." She pulled my wet diaper back up and retaped it tight against my burning skin. Then she left the room and came back with a bar of soap. "Open." I opened, and she tucked it between my lips. "If that soap isn't in your mouth when I come get you, you won't be sitting for a week. Now, you are going to go stand in the corner, and then you're going straight to bed. Do you understand me?" I nodded in compliance. She got ready in the other room, humming to herself, while I stood in the corner. The soap was bitter and waxy on my tongue. My ass hurt. When she appeared in the doorway, I almost dropped the soap. She was in a flowy floral sundress, white with little yellow flowers, and thin straps tied in little bows at the shoulders. Her dark hair was loose and slightly damp at the ends. She was wearing a little blush and a lot of lip gloss. I could smell her going-out perfume, warm and sweet. She looked stunning... and here I was... standing in the corner with a wet diaper and a bar of soap in my mouth. She crossed the room and took the soap out gently. "Good boy," she said quietly. She guided me to the bathroom and helped me rinse out my mouth. Then she sat me on the edge of the bed and changed me. She applied extra rash cream with slow careful strokes, her hair falling forward as she worked, pushing it back behind her ear without looking up. Tonight was a double diaper, but I wasn't surprised. She would be out late. I closed my eyes and tried to enjoy the sensual touches, but I jolted with surprise when her finger slipped in without warning. She didn't say anything. Just smiled. Tonight there was extra security. A locking diaper cover and the footed pajamas with a lock on the collar. The next part was unexpected. Little mittens she slid on tenderly. Click... click... and my fate was sealed. Once I was tucked in, she leaned over me, her hair falling on my face. Her lips soft on mine. "I love you so much," she said gently. "Happy birthday, baby." She pulled back and looked at me. "I'm sorry I had to be so stern with you tonight, but it was for your own good." "Also" she paused "if I see any motion on the camera outside this bedroom, you will be sorry." She patted the front of the diaper through the blanket. "Just so we're clear." Standing, she smoothed her sundress and turned out the light. Her footsteps echoed down the hall. The front door shut, and I was alone. Laying in the dark, I felt pressure start to build. Not now. Not now I thought. I tried fighting it, but it didn't matter. Thirty minutes later a soft warm mess spread into the back of my diaper and kept going, nowhere to go with how tight she'd taped me I lay there and thought about her in that sundress, laughing, smelling like coconut and perfume, flirting with boys. Eventually I fell asleep. Around 1 AM the front door opened. I heard her stumble down the hallway and the door creaked open. She was still in the sundress, skirt wrinkled from hours of dancing. Her hair was half loose with dark curls around her face. Her cheeks flushed a warm pink with no lip gloss left. She looked happy, a little wild and so beautiful. Climbing onto the bed, she straddled my chest. "Do you have any idea what my night was like?" Her voice had gone a little rough. "I was on the dance floor thinking about you the whole time. I danced with so many boys. They bought me drinks, and I even let some cop a feel" She winked. "But all I thought about was you... Stuck here... In that dirty diaper." She shook her head. "I had to go to the bathroom and cool down twice." "That's not fair." "I know," she said, cheerful about it. She shifted up and settled over my face. She smelled like sweat and lust. Her thighs were hot and sticky cradling my face. She rode it out, one hand on the headboard. Every time she got close she'd slow down and say things like "you're so good at this, too bad you're so incapable everywhere else" and then just keep going. She came three times, maybe four, shaking, before she finally sat back. She looked at my diaper. "Still nothing for you, huh." It was not a question. She pressed her hand into the front of the padding and sniffed the air. "Does it need a change?" "Yes. Please." "Maybe in the morning." She patted it twice and climbed off. "You know what might help tonight?" "What?" "The pillow" she said. She smoothed her dress and didn't look back. "Goodnight, birthday boy." Her feet padded down the hall. Our bedroom door clicked shut. The pillow did not help. I grinded against it for what felt like hours with no release. She came back in the morning. Finally changing me. We made coffee, and she curled up next to me on the couch. "I loved last night," she said. "Like I really genuinely loved it. Knowing you were home and trapped, knowing I could just..." She trailed off and smiled into her coffee. "I could barely hold a conversation out there." "Me too," I said sheepishly She got quiet, both hands around her mug. "So what do we actually do with that?" She looked up at me. "Like, for real." That was the conversation that changed everything. We laid out the rules together: Krystle is in charge. She controls my orgasms. Diapers 24/7, no exceptions, with clothing to enforce it. I move into the guest room, which we convert into my space. And some freedom for her. She'd always known she was bisexual and never really gotten to explore it, so that became part of the arrangement too. Once we had the structure, it came down to timeframe. She told me to choose. We'd order a set amount of diapers and when they arrived it was game on. She was happy to start with a week or two and see how it worked. It was up to me, but there was no backing out until the diapers were done. I was so horny in the moment I ordered thirty cases of MegaMaxes. 8 to 12 months of a diapered prison without a second thought... That was not the smartest idea. You should have seen her fucking grin when that shipment showed up at our door. TO BE CONTINUED

I doubt DailyDi would take umbrage with it, considering cute little kokiri girl is basically doing an entire (defunct) site dump in their thread, dozens of stories.   Oof.  Should have read the entire thread.