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baby powder scent for sure. And also Pine forest scented as well. Love those two. -
By Lilboydiaper · Posted
Chapter 6 : Chris lingered at the table for a few minutes after Bill left, his coffee long since cooled, his thoughts still catching up to everything that had just happened. Tonight… The word echoed in his mind, equal parts exciting and terrifying. Eventually, he stood, gathering himself, and made his way toward the café restroom. Each step felt just a little more deliberate than usual, his awareness turned inward. There was a slight change to his walk now—a soft, padded weight he could feel with every movement. Subtle, but noticeable to him. Okay… just check. Make sure everything’s fine. He slipped into the bathroom and locked the door behind him, the quiet hum of the café muffled on the other side. Turning toward the mirror, he hesitated for a second before doing a quick check, hands moving carefully, habitually. Everything was still in place. Still secure. He let out a small breath of relief. Alright… not bad. That’ll hold. There was a faint sense of comfort in it—the familiar feeling, the soft thickness, the quiet reassurance it gave him. Despite everything, despite the stress and the earlier embarrassment, this part of himself still grounded him. I just need it to last until I get home… He adjusted his clothes, smoothing everything out, giving himself one last glance in the mirror before unlocking the door and stepping back out into the café. — Back at his table, Chris sat down again, but this time the calm didn’t return. Instead, the clock in his mind started ticking. He pulled out his phone and checked the time. Then again. And again. Okay… dinner’s at six. He said be there by five. His stomach tightened slightly. So I need to leave by four… probably earlier to be safe. He opened up the map on his phone and typed in the address Bill had sent. The route loaded slowly, each second stretching longer than it should. When it finally appeared, Chris stared at it. Two buses. A bit of walking. Just over an hour. His chest sank. That’s… a lot. He zoomed in. Zoomed out. Checked the steps again. Okay… bus one, then transfer… then another bus… then walk. His fingers tapped nervously against the edge of the table. What if I miss the first one? Then everything’s off. What if the second one’s late? Or early? He checked the time again. What time do they even run? Chris quickly pulled up the schedule, scrolling through times that suddenly felt confusing, overlapping, too close together or too far apart. If I take the 3:50… no, that’s too early. I’ll get there way too soon. But if I wait for the 4:10… what if it’s late? His thoughts began stacking, one on top of the other. What if I’m late? What if he thinks I bailed? Or worse… what if I show up flustered, or something goes wrong again… His knee started bouncing under the table. He glanced around the café, suddenly aware of how normal everything else looked. People chatting. Laughing. Drinking their coffee like nothing in the world required this much thought. Why is this so hard… His hand drifted down slightly, a subconscious check, reassurance. Still okay. But the awareness of it—the responsibility of it, especially with a long trip ahead—only added to the pressure. What if I need to change before I get there? There’s nowhere to stop. I can’t just— He cut the thought off, exhaling sharply through his nose. No. Stop. You’re overthinking. Just… plan it out. He leaned forward, focusing on his phone again, trying to be methodical. Leave at four. No—3:45. Give yourself extra time. Take the earlier bus. If you’re early, you’re early. That’s fine. A small nod. Yeah. That’s better. But the tension didn’t fully leave. Chris checked the time again. Still plenty of hours to go. And yet it felt like the clock was already chasing him. He leaned back in his chair, running a hand over his face, trying to steady himself. It’s just dinner… A pause. …but it’s not just dinner. It was Bill. It was yesterday. It was everything that came with being seen—and not pushed away. Chris swallowed, his grip tightening slightly around his phone. I really don’t want to mess this up. The weight of that thought sat heavy in his chest. Outside, the day carried on like normal. But for Chris, every minute now felt like it mattered. -
CHAPTER 15 The park was small and forgotten. One of those old playgrounds where children hardly ever came anymore. Leaves rustled under Sara's feet as she ran along the overgrown path toward the park gate, searching for the one she loved. She gasped for breath and scanned her surroundings intently, adrenaline racing wildly through her veins. Finally, her searching gaze found Anna, sitting at the far end of the park on an old wooden bench. The bench stood near an ancient oak tree, its gnarled roots pushing up through the sand. Anna sat motionless, legs crossed, a large, heavy-looking backpack on her shoulders. She was dressed in a black windbreaker and white jeans that had already seen their best days. Her hair was dirty and tangled, the pale skin of her face in poor condition. But there Anna sat. She still existed. And she was alive. Sara stopped a few meters away from Anna. Her legs, heavy with lactic acid, could barely carry her any further. "Anna," Sara greeted in a hoarse voice. Anna lifted her gaze slowly. Her eyes were cloudy and tired—until they found Sara. Sara watched as something in Anna's eyes melted when they recognized her face. "Sara," Anna whispered. She rose slowly from the bench, the backpack digging painfully into her weary shoulders. Sara took a step closer. Then another. Soon she stood right in front of Anna and felt her eyes grow moist. They didn't embrace. Not yet. They just looked at each other for a long time, an autumn gust of wind scattering leaves around them. "How long has it been?" Anna finally asked. Her voice was low and a little unsteady. "Since we last saw each other?" Sara knew the answer. "Seventy-six," she said immediately. "It's been seventy-six days." Anna swallowed; her jaw began to tremble. "You've been counting." "I have. Every single day." Anna said nothing. She just stood there, the heavy backpack on her shoulders, staring at Sara. Warm tears began to fall on both sides between them. They started walking cautiously. They were like two animals who didn't yet know whether they were safe with each other or not. Sara reached out her hand. Anna looked at it for a moment, hesitating, but finally took it. They walked slowly through the park. The air smelled of wet sand and dying summer; the sun made the leaves glow golden. "You've lost weight," Anna said suddenly, sounding much more alert than just a moment ago. "So have you." "I've tried to eat. But I don't always remember." Sara squeezed her hand tighter. "I'll remember. I'll remember for you now." Anna didn't answer. She just walked, leaning slightly on Sara, who glanced at her from the corner of her eye. Anna's skin was pale, the circles under her eyes almost black, but her eyes looked deep and alive. She looked bad, but not as bad as Sara had feared. "Have you taken anything?" Sara decided to ask just to be sure. "Medication? Drugs?" Anna shook her head immediately. "I haven't taken anything. Not for a couple of days." "A couple of days?" "It was… it was a bad moment. But I'm clear now. I've just been awake." Sara took a deep breath. The relief was so great it almost hurt. "Good," she said quietly. "Good." They walked hand in hand along the small path leading out of the park, and Sara talked about nothing important—the neighbor's dog that barked at night, the new café that had opened on her corner, how she had managed to burn the morning porridge. Anna didn't say much, but she listened. When Sara finished her sentence, Anna nodded, smiled a little, and squeezed Sara's hand tighter for a moment. "It's beautiful here," Anna said suddenly. Sara looked around. The trees glowed golden, the soft ground covered in orange and brown leaves. "It is," Sara replied. "Really beautiful." "I haven't seen anything this beautiful in a long time." "Well, you're seeing it now." Anna stopped. She turned to look at Sara, who found something new in her eyes now. Hope, or at least a longing for it. "You're still the same," Anna said, smiling. "So are you," Sara replied. "Even if you don't believe it." Anna said nothing. She rested her head against Sara's shoulder for a moment, and then they continued together toward Sara's home. ****** Once they reached Sara's place, Anna drank two glasses of ice-cold water. After that, she sat down on the sofa to talk with Sara but couldn't really keep up with the conversation. Yawns came frequently, and her eyes were already half-closed. Sara quickly read the situation and went to get Anna a pillow and a blanket. Anna accepted them gratefully and curled up on her side on the sofa. It wasn't many minutes before she was already snoring, having crossed over to the other side of sleep. Sara stayed sitting beside her, watching over her sleep. She looked at Anna's face—it was now peaceful, almost childlike. Her thick hair was tangled, and dark shadows were painted under her eyes. Sara wanted to stroke Anna, but she was afraid of waking her. So Sara contented herself with watching. After an hour and a half, Anna began to stir restlessly in her sleep. She whimpered something unintelligible through her fading dream and forced her sticky eyelids slowly open. "…Sara?" "I'm here." Anna blinked. Her gaze was bewildered, as if she couldn't believe the present moment was real. "How long did I sleep?" "Over an hour. You needed it." Anna sat up. She rubbed her eyes and lowered her gaze to her mismatched socks. "Sara," she began in a fragile voice, "could you… could you take care of me today?" Sara's heart leaped. She wasn't sure what Anna meant, but she agreed anyway. "Of course," she said warmly. "Of course." ******* Sara cooked them a large pot of oatmeal for a snack and peeled a half-ripe banana. Anna sat down at the table and stared at the steaming bowl in front of her but didn't lift her spoon. "Would you eat a little?" Anna bit her lip. "I… I don't have the energy." Sara smiled; she had a suspicion what Anna hoped she would do next. She took the spoon, scooped up some oatmeal, and slowly brought it toward Anna's lips. "Here comes the airplane," Sara tried to keep a straight face but burst out laughing at the last word. Anna laughed too, but she opened her mouth and ate. Sara fed her the first three spoonfuls; after that, Anna had perked up enough to eat on her own. Sara continued telling ordinary stories—she had noticed on their walk that they calmed Anna. As they chatted, both emptied their plates. Anna thanked her for the food and waited for Sara to tell her what to do next. "You probably want a shower," Sara said soon. It was hard for her to remember that this time, she was the one taking care of the other. Anna nodded, looking pleased. Sara took her hand, calmly led her to the bathroom, and turned on the shower. "Do you want help undressing?" Anna nodded again. She raised her arms and let Sara pull the long-sleeved shirt over her head. Then Sara unbuttoned Anna's jeans and helped her step out of the grass-stained jeans. Sara undressed Anna gently and respectfully, as if handling something fragile and irreplaceable. After the jeans came the socks, and finally Anna's bra and panties came off as well. Anna now stood naked before Sara. She looked at her and immediately noticed that seeing Anna's strong, soft body still made her heart flutter. But Sara didn't linger long admiring Anna's curves, because her eyes soon found something concerning. On Anna's back and buttocks were fresh, ugly wounds. They were red streaks, some of them still inflamed. Beneath them were also pink and white scars that were already healing. Sara swallowed. She didn't ask anything—Anna could tell her when she wanted to. "Come," Sara said and guided Anna under the warm shower. Water streamed over Anna's skin. It was hot, almost too hot, but Anna didn't flinch. Sara took a pink sponge and began to wash Anna with it. First her shoulders, then her arms, then her back. Sara's hands moved calmly; she avoided the sores that looked painful but tried to wash Anna thoroughly. As Sara washed Anna's large breasts, she remembered for a brief moment what they had felt like against her face. But she kept her thoughts in check—Anna needed gentle, tender care right now. After the shower, Sara wrapped Anna in a thick, soft towel. She dried her gently, first her hair, then her shoulders, then each arm and leg separately. When the drying was done, Sara led Anna to lie on her stomach on the bed and fetched a large jar of basic lotion from the bottom drawer of the nightstand. "This might sting a little," Sara said, rubbing the lotion into her palms. Anna nodded, and Sara began carefully applying the lotion to the sores. It stung a bit, but Anna swallowed the pain silently. She just lay there and let Sara take care of her. When all the sores had been covered, Sara stood up. "All done." "Thank you," Anna whispered, her eyes moist. ****** When evening came, they went to bed together. Sara's bed was small, but it could fit two if they were close enough. They lay in each other's arms, Anna's head on Sara's chest. Sara stroked her hair, which she had brushed straight after the shower. "Do you feel better?" "Yes. I always feel better near you." Sara smiled. She let her fingers run along Anna's side, avoiding the sore spots. Anna had been awake for several nights and was already on the verge of falling asleep, even though the lights were still on. Sara was tired too. She got up, yawned, and went to get a diaper for herself from the top shelf of the closet. She had been sleeping in diapers every night for several weeks now, and it was clear she would need one tonight too. She couldn't manage without them anymore. Sara routinely picked up a white tape-on diaper and turned toward the bed. "What are you doing?" Anna asked much too quickly, her voice high and alarmed. Sara froze. "I… I'm just…" "Don't put it on me. I DON'T WANT TO!" "Anna, calm down…" "I DON'T WANT TO BE IN THAT ROOM! I DON'T WANT TO! DON'T PUT ME IN THERE!" Sara dropped the diaper to the floor. She raised her hands and stepped toward the bed, but Anna backed all the way to the far wall. "Don't touch me! Don't touch me!" Anna screamed in terror, raising her clenched fists to defend herself. -
By bj & the bear · Posted
I would be doubtful that would happen but it might do her some good to have some little time with her friend paul. I think a little diaper time might bring her down to realistic measures. -
Magda: I smiled only when Jo and Milan sat down and opened the books. They looked content. Was Milan about to fall in love? It was difficult oy say, but Jo was a nice young girl – at least after the change. Would she accept Milan’s interest? Mx next worry was her bladder. Her accidents were very frequent, and I was afraid we would need some protection. It would be a shock for her. Milan: “Dnes je krásny deň”, I repeated slowly and tried to pronounce exactly. Afterwards, I tried to assemble the sentence in French and added two words involuntarily. "Aujourd'hui est une belle journée avec toi." As soon as I realized what I had said, I blushed. Jo was a nice and beautiful girl, and I didn’t have much experience with girls. How would she react to that compliment?
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