Diaper References

Hmmm....brand of choice?  I'd have to say my brand of choice is Rearz because they have a lot of great offerings and they fit me the best.  That said...I have been liking the Forsite Stars diapers a lot lately.  Comfy and hold a ton....and well priced here in Canada. I've been on a real thicker diaper kick here lately.  I have a number of other diapers that work just fine but they're a bit thinner than what I prefer right now.  I used to wear the Abena L4's and the Incontrol Bedry Premiums quite often but they're on the thinner side so they've been moved back in the rotation.

Hey everyone, I have really enjoyed the stories lately and wanted to contribute some more.  This is the first arc.  Not entirely sure I will continue with this but if anyone has suggestions on how to make a compelling second arc I would be interested. Shoutout to all the authors I really enjoy.  @quietlyhumiliated, @Personalias @Lady Lucia @SolSombraYSoldados and others.   Miranda & Caleb Chapter One: The Deal Present Day Miranda stretched out on the long couch in her living room, one bare foot propped on the coffee table, the other tucked under her. Six feet two inches of lean muscle in a soft gray tank and black leggings, she looked entirely at ease in her own space. The late afternoon light caught the curve of her shoulder as she turned toward Caleb. He sat in the oversized armchair that always made him look even smaller, laptop closed on the side table, the residual adrenaline of the closed deal still visible in the set of his shoulders. Even in his tiny frame of 4 feet 10 inches, compact and sharp eyed, the success sat on him well. “I’m proud of you,” she said, voice warm and direct. “That contract required a lot of revisions. You handled the negotiations like a pro and walked away with more than you went in asking for.” She tilted her head, studying him. “So… How do we celebrate the man of the hour? Your call. Anything you want.” Caleb’s mouth curved, but the expression didn’t quite reach his eyes. He shrugged one shoulder. “Honestly? I can’t really think of anything.” Miranda’s brows lifted a fraction. She knew that particular nonanswer. It was the careful pause he used when there was something specific.  He was waiting to see if she would dig for it. She let the silence stretch half a beat longer than was comfortable, watching the faint tension at the corner of his jaw. Then the memory surfaced, coming in very sharp and very vivid. Ten Months Earlier It had been the second month. Everything still carried that early relationship vibe. Everything was new enough that every discovery felt slightly illicit, familiar enough that she already trusted the shape of him. Miranda had liked how seriously Caleb took her work. Most men she’d dated treated her work in the special-needs field like a curiosity or a polite conversation filler. Caleb asked actual questions. He wanted the tensile ratings on adaptive clothing fasteners, the weight limits on specialized hardware, the ergonomic reasoning behind the accessories that helped people with limited mobility keep their independence. When she mentioned the prototype car seat her company had designed, oversized, reinforced, built for older children and smaller adults with complex positioning needs, his attention had sharpened in a way that made her glance at him twice over the rim of her coffee mug. They’d been in his kitchen on a Tuesday evening. She was still in the dark trousers and soft blue blouse she’d worn for a hospital demo day. He was making coffee. “You’re really into this one,” she’d said, half teasing, leaning her hip against the counter. “You aren’t planning on starting a competing company, are you? She said in a teasing tone. Because if so, I know a girl who you need to hire immediately! He’d smiled, that compact, precise smile that always made her notice the difference in their heights all over again. “Just curious how it works. The engineering sounds solid. I would imagine a five-point harness on something rated for higher weight classes isn’t common.” “It isn’t. It has a steel reinforced shell, longer padded straps, lockable buckle so a caregiver can keep someone secure if they try to self release when they shouldn’t. We jumped through actual hell for the safety certifications.” She’d watched his face while she spoke and caught the flicker of something brighter than professional interest. It made her reckless in the way early chemistry sometimes did. “You know, if you ever wanted a firsthand look, I could always let you try it. Strictly for science of course.” The way his posture changed was noticeable. The way his shoulders drew in a fraction, eyes dropping for half a second before they came back up, it all told her more than the casual “Sure” that followed. He’d held himself back. She could see the effort in the careful set of his mouth. “I’d be interested,” he’d said, voice even. “Whenever it’s convenient.” The following week the prototype had been installed in her car. Miranda drove over to his place after a long day of product demos, still carrying the faint scent of hospital disinfectant on her clothes. She’d mentioned it the way she mentioned anything work-related. It came off lightly, as if it were just another chat about their work day. “Got the car seat in finally,” she said, dropping her keys on his entry table. “If you want to check it out before I have to take it back to the warehouse next week, now’s a decent chance.” Caleb set his laptop aside with a speed that almost betrayed him. “Yeah. I’d like that.” They walked out to the driveway together. The evening air was cool against her bare forearms once she’d shrugged out of the blazer. She opened the rear passenger door and casually pointed at it. “Shell’s wider and deeper than a standard. Harness straps are longer and thicker-padded. The crotch strap adjusts for different torso lengths. The whole thing is rated up to two hundred pounds, but the real feature is the lock.” She pulled the small key from her pocket and held it up between two fingers so the metal caught the porch light. “Once it’s locked, the buckle won’t release without this. It was designed so an escape artist can’t just pop free while you’re driving.” Caleb nodded, listening with that focused intensity she was already learning to read. When she finished the rundown he didn’t move immediately. She could tell he wanted to. “You can hop in if you want,” she said, keeping her voice easy, almost offhand. “I’ve got to run to the store real quick anyway. You can test it while I grab a couple things. Tell me if the padding sits wrong or the straps dig.” He agreed faster than the joke warranted. “Alright. Yeah.” Getting in was the first practical problem. At less than 5 feet he could climb, but the seat sat high and the shell curved inward in a way that made the angle awkward. Miranda watched him struggle for three full seconds. Even after 3 seconds, he had one foot on the door sill, hand on the headrest, body not quite finding the leverage. Miranda smirked, then simply stepped in close, slid her hands under his arms, and lifted. The ease of it surprised her. Miranda knew she was fit. But she was still surprised at how much stronger she was compared to Caleb’s lighter frame, and he came up off the ground relatively easy. She felt the tension in Caleb as her hand went under his butt as she rotated him, facing forward as his feet left the pavement. She settled him into the seat without thinking, very similar to putting a toddler in a car seat. “There,” she said. “Arms up for me.” He raised them. She fed his hands through the shoulder straps one at a time. The material was thicker than a child’s seat, designed to distribute pressure. She clipped each strap into the central D-ring with a solid metallic click. “Now the lower one.” She reached down. The crotch strap had to come up between his legs. She did it without thinking anything of it, it seemed obvious and natural. Miranda guided the strap upward, feeling the heat of his thighs through the denim, the slight give of muscle as he shifted to make room. When she threaded it through the D-ring and began to tighten, the back of her knuckles brushed the front of his jeans. To her surprise he was hard as a rock. The contact registered before the meaning did. She kept her face neutral and kept talking as if this was the most natural thing in the world. “At the end of the day it’s just an oversized car seat,” she said, pulling the bottom strap until the harness settled snug across his chest and hips. The webbing drew tight against the front of his jeans. She then did a quick finger check against the straps to ensure they were not too tight. “Everything’s designed to keep the occupant from shifting under hard braking or a sudden stop. You shouldn’t be able to slide more than an inch in any direction once it’s properly tensioned.” Miranda looked at her boyfriend now strapped into a car seat. The firmness under the denim hadn’t lessened. If anything it had grown more definite against the pressure of the straps. Miranda saw a mix of happiness, uneasiness, and some tension all radiating from Caleb. He didn’t look unhappy though. He seemed to be enjoying this. It didn’t seem like he was just tolerating it nor did it seem like he was just playing along out of politeness or curiosity. He appeared to be enjoying the restriction and while she wasn’t entirely certain, she thought he enjoyed the way she’d loaded him into the car seat and secured him. A playful impulse rose. She let it surface. “If someone’s being naughty,” she said, voice still light, almost conversational, “you can lock the buckle so they can’t get themselves out. Pretty useful feature when you’re dealing with someone who likes to test boundaries.” Caleb’s eyes met hers. The look was steady, almost challenging, and there was color high on his cheekbones that hadn’t been there a minute earlier. “I can be a little naughty.  Miranda shrugged as if it were nothing, but something low in her stomach tightened with a clean, unexpected heat. She dug the key out of her purse, fitted it into the small lock cylinder on the buckle, and turned. The mechanism gave a soft click. She withdrew the key and dropped it back into her bag, making sure he saw her do it. “There,” she said. “Guess you’re now stuck until I decide to let you out” she sweetly smiled at him. She closed the door and walked around to the driver’s seat. Through the rearview mirror she could see the top of his head, the set of his shoulders against the high back of the seat, the way the harness held him in place. The knowledge that he was locked in, the inability to free himself without her key, filled her insides like a warm, heavy weight. She started the engine and pulled out of the driveway. The store was only ten minutes away. She could have brought him inside. Instead she parked under one of the lot lights, killed the engine, and turned in her seat so she could look at him properly. “I’ll be quick,” she said. “Stay put.” His mouth curved, the expression tight with something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Not like I have a choice.” The words sent a clean spark through her. She left him there, walked into the store under the hard fluorescent lights, and bought the two things she’d actually needed plus a third she didn’t, just to give herself an extra minute to think. By the time she returned to the car the realization had settled fully into place: he was hard because of this. Because she had lifted him, buckled him in, locked him in, and left him alone in the back seat like something that belonged to her for the duration. The power of it was intoxicating. It was simple, physical, and absolute. The discovery reached deep inside her, something that sat right beside the nurturing instinct and made it sharper, more possessive. She opened the driver’s door and slid back in. “Still comfortable back there?” “Yeah.” His voice was rougher than usual. “The padding’s better than I expected. Straps don’t dig.” “It is really secure!” “Good. That’s the point of the redesign.” She started the car again. “We’re heading back to your place. You’ve got about twelve minutes to decide if you want to complain about anything before I let you out.” He didn’t complain. The silence that filled the car felt charged rather than empty. Every red light gave her another chance to glance in the mirror and see the way he sat: held, contained, and breathing a little too carefully. She found herself hyper-aware of the key in her purse, of the fact that he literally could not leave the seat without her. When she parked in his driveway and came around to open his door, the evening air had grown cooler. She unlocked the buckle with the same key, the click sounding louder in the quiet. She released the shoulder straps first, then the crotch strap, letting the webbing fall loose against his body. Then she simply lifted him out the way she had put him in. Her hands slid under his arms, a smooth upward pull that brought his body flush against hers for a full second. The front of his jeans pressed against her hip. He was still hard. Completely, unmistakably hard.  Miranda set him on his feet but didn’t step back immediately. Her hands stayed on his shoulders, feeling the heat of him through the fabric of his shirt. She looked down into his face and saw the flush still high on his cheekbones, the way his breathing hadn’t quite evened out, the slightly dazed focus in his eyes. “You’re enjoying this,” she said quietly. This was not a question. This was a statement of fact. Caleb held her gaze. His voice came out lower than usual. “Um… yeah I guess I am” The single admission landed with more weight than any elaborate confession. Miranda felt the shift inside herself. The curiosity blooming into something hungrier, her practical competence merging with a darker, more personal interest. She had just locked a grown man into a car seat, driven him across town, left him there while she shopped, and carried him out like a child, and he had gotten hard enough that she could still see the evidence of a bulge in his jeans.  She let her thumbs brush once along the sides of his neck, feeling the rapid pulse there, before she finally stepped back and closed the car door with a soft thunk. “Come on,” she said, and her voice had a new note in it, it was a bit warmer and even more deliberate. “Let’s go inside. I want to hear exactly how that felt.” Present Day Miranda studied him across the short distance of the living room. The light had shifted while she’d been lost in the earlier memory; it now caught the side of Caleb’s face and left the rest in a softer shadow. He still sat in the oversized chair with that carefully neutral expression, the one that never quite managed to hide the current running underneath. “You’ve got that look,” she said. “The one where there’s something you want and you’re deciding whether to say it out loud.” Caleb’s mouth tightened for half a second. He glanced down at his hands, then back up. Miranda leaned forward, elbows on her knees, the long line of her body folding with easy strength. “I’m serious. I’m so happy for you about this deal. I want to do something nice. Something you actually want. Not some bullshit but something you would actually enjoy” He was quiet long enough that she could hear the faint tick of the kitchen clock. When he finally spoke, his voice was lower than usual and carried a thread of nerves she rarely heard from him. “I do have something in mind,” he said. “I’m just… nervous to talk about it.” The admission landed softly and still managed to light every nerve she had. Miranda felt like it was obvious what he wanted, but he had to be the one who asked. Would he actually open up? Would he talk to her? Her thoughts left her, going back to a specific night that she would never forget. Chapter Two: Three Swats  Six Months Earlier   It had been around the six-month mark. By then they were spending nearly every night together, trading apartments according to whose schedule made more sense, but always ending up in the same bed. The car seat afternoon rarely spoken of. Miranda had started noticing how Caleb’s body language changed when she took the lead. She noticed how his shoulders dropped a fraction, how his attention sharpened, how the air between them thickened. She had tested it in small ways. He had never once pulled away. That particular evening she came home wrung out. A full day of hospital demos, two difficult buyers, traffic that had turned the drive into a slog. She was hungry in the sharp, irritable way that made everything feel personal. She was fucking hangry. When she pushed open the door of her apartment and found Caleb on the couch in jeans and a soft t-shirt, remote in hand, some nature documentary murmuring on the television, the irritation spiked irrationally. He looked up and smiled. “Hey. How was…” “Get your butt off that couch.” The words came out flatter and harder than she had planned. Caleb’s eyebrows rose, but he didn’t move immediately. Miranda dropped her bag by the door and kicked off her shoes. “I’m tired. I’m hungry. I don’t want to cook and I don’t want to decide what to order. You’re going to make dinner. I’m going to shower and sit down and not think for twenty minutes.” He stood, the corner of his mouth lifting in that half-amused way he sometimes used when she got sharp. As he passed her on the way to the kitchen he said, lightly, “Yes, ma’am.” The mocking lilt was gentle, not mean, but it caught her on the exact edge of her frayed patience. Miranda’s hand shot out, caught his shoulder, and turned him just enough. She bent him forward a few degrees and delivered three hard, open-handed swats across the seat of his jeans. The sound was sharp in the quiet apartment. Each one landed cleanly. “Don’t mock me,” she said, voice low and even. “Now go and get dinner started before I go and get my hairbrush” She released him. When he straightened and looked at her, the expression on his face was pure lust. His pupils blown, lips slightly parted, a flush already climbing his neck. The documentary kept playing in the background, irrelevant. “I’m sorry,” he said immediately, and the apology sounded genuine. “I’ll start now.” He went into the kitchen without another word. Miranda stood in the entryway for a few extra seconds, pulse elevated, the residual heat of the swats still living in her palm. Then she walked to the bathroom, stripped, and stepped under hot water that did nothing to quiet the new awareness humming under her skin. When she came out in a tank top and soft shorts, hair damp, the apartment smelled like garlic and olive oil. Caleb was at the stove, focused, stirring something in a pan with more concentration than the task required. He had set the table. He had poured her a glass of wine. He had gone all out. Miranda leaned against the doorframe. “You didn’t have to make a production of this. I can take over if you want.” He shook his head without looking away from the pan. “No. You made it very clear I’d get a spanking if I didn’t do it. I’m finishing.” The way he said it…spanking… surprised her. She did not consider a couple of swats on his butt a spanking. But apparently Caleb did. Miranda guessed she inferred it with the threat of the hairbrush but honestly, she was just pissed off and said the first thing that came to her mind. She let him finish. He plated the food, carried everything to the table, and after they ate he did the dishes while she sat on the counter and watched. Neither of them mentioned the three swats again, but the knowledge of them sat between every ordinary sentence. Later, in bed, the undercurrent finally broke the surface. They had started slowly, the way they often did, her longer body curved over his, his hands mapping the strong lines of her back. Somewhere in the middle of it Caleb’s breath had caught and he had said, almost against her collarbone, “You threatened to use the hairbrush.” Miranda had stilled for half a second, then continued moving. “I did.” A few minutes later, voice rougher: “You actually bent me over.” “Mm.” Again, when she shifted and took him deeper: “Three swats. Right there in the living room.” And later still, when her rhythm had turned deliberate and deep: “You would probably have put me over your knee.” By the fifth reference Miranda had felt the tremor running through him, the way his control was fraying. She braced one hand on the mattress, lifted her hips just enough, and delivered three firm, open-handed swats across his bare ass while she kept moving inside the same steady rhythm. The sound was softer against skin than it had been against denim, but the effect was immediate. Caleb’s whole body tightened. His head dropped forward against her shoulder. The sound he made was raw. When he came it was harder than anything she had felt from him before. It was full-body, almost startled, the kind of release that left him shaking and quiet for long minutes afterward. Miranda had held him through it, one hand stroking slowly down his spine. That night she learned something about Caleb, or at least heavily implied. Caleb wanted a strong woman, and wanted to give up some control. Present Day The memory released her the same way it had taken her. Miranda blinked once and the living room returned with Caleb still sitting in the chair with that careful, nervous stillness. She looked at him and felt the same low, proprietary heat that had started on a tired evening months ago and never gone away. “Tell me,” she said, voice quiet but steady. “Whatever it is. I’m listening.” Caleb shifted in the chair, the movement small and restless. His fingers flexed once against the armrest and then stilled. Miranda watched the conflict move across his face in quiet waves. She saw wanting, a little bit of hesitation and the careful calculation of risk. She already had a strong idea of the territory he was circling. She also knew he needed to be the one to name it. The silence stretched. She let it. A small, private smile touched her mouth as her mind reached back three months. Chapter Three: The Samples Three Months Earlier It had been a Friday evening. Miranda had worked from home all day, the dining table transformed into a temporary product lab. Her company had just received the first samples from a new line that had the sales team quietly electric: adult-sized versions of traditional baby products, engineered with the same safety and comfort standards as their pediatric counterparts but scaled and reinforced for adult bodies. The internal brief had been unusually frank. The primary market was adults with significant special needs who required the security and absorbency of diapering systems along with the practical accessories that made caregiving easier. The secondary market, never put in writing but thoroughly discussed in closed meetings, was the ABDL and age-play community. One product line, two hungry customer bases, and almost no direct competition at the quality level they were targeting. She had assembled the high chair earlier that afternoon. It stood in the corner of the living room now, solid and surprisingly elegant for what it was. It had a wide tray, adjustable straps, a footprint stable enough for a full-grown adult. On the table itself she had arranged the rest of the samples. This included a nice-looking adult diaper bag in soft gray with multiple compartments, a stack of diapers printed with cheerful animals and subtle patterns that looked, at a glance, exactly like oversized baby diapers, a matching waterproof diaper cover, an adult-sized sippy cup with a soft spout, a package of thick, unscented wipes, a pacifier scaled for an adult mouth, a short, and a discreet leash with a soft cuff. Additionally, folded neatly beside the bag was an adult onesie in pale with snap enclosures at the crotch, and a short-sleeved romper that was zipped from behind with a lockable zipper to prevent unwanted removal. All day she had been taking notes focusing on absorbency rates, weight limits, and fabric content. The whole goal was to create talking points for the reseller meeting on Tuesday. The work had been absorbing enough that she had lost track of time. The front door opened. Caleb’s usual greeting floated in. “Hey, I’m home” followed by the sound of his bag landing near the entry. She heard his footsteps move toward the living room, then slow and stop near the dining table. Miranda finished the sentence she was writing, set the pen down, and stood. She walked over intending to give him the easy after work hug that had become routine. When her hand settled on his shoulder he flinched. It was small, involuntary, the kind of full body startle that had nothing to do with being surprised by her presence but more so like he was caught doing something he shouldn’t. She kept her hand where it was, light. “You okay?” “Yeah. Fine.” The answer came too quickly. He tried for a casual glance at the table and failed. His eyes kept snagging on the stack of printed diapers, the onesie, the high chair visible in the corner.  “What’s… all this?” The question was clumsy, over casual, the words slightly out of order like he had rearranged them on the way out of his mouth. Miranda let her hand slide down his arm and then rest at his lower back. “It’s a new product line. Adult-scale versions of standard baby care items. The company is positioning it for special needs adults who need the absorbency and security, and unofficially for the fetish market that already buys cheaper versions of the same things. I’m presenting to a reseller next week, so I’ve been studying the samples all day. Learning the pitch.” Caleb nodded too many times. “Right. Makes sense.” He swallowed. “How are you… getting familiar with them?” The question hung in the air with more weight than it should have carried. Miranda felt a flicker of amusement and answered in the same light tone she used when the day had been long and she wanted to puncture the seriousness. “Oh, I’ve got a whole testing protocol planned. I figured I’d change you into one of the diapers. There is this great diaper cover we have, and maybe strap you into the high chair for dinner. You can try it out, see if you can escape, and let me know how you liked having dinner in it. You already liked the car seat. Figured you would enjoy this as well.” She said it as a joke. Nothing in her had meant it as an offer. The words were pure deflection. The kind of exaggerated work humor she used with colleagues. Caleb did not laugh. He went completely still. Fifteen full seconds passed in which the only sound was the faint hum of the refrigerator. Miranda watched his face with growing attention. Color rose under his skin. His breathing changed. It became shallower and more controlled. His eyes had fixed on the high chair and then on the open pack of diapers with an intensity that was no longer casual. She could see the conflict in real time: the sharp spike of arousal he was trying and failing to hide, the equally sharp spike of nerves that made his hands curl at his sides. For a moment she genuinely wondered if he was about to have a physical reaction from the sheer force of the internal collision. The thought was absurd and somehow not absurd at all. The silence stretched long enough to become its own kind of answer. Miranda’s internal landscape shifted and she had a bit of an epiphany. The car seat. The three hard swats in the living room and the way he had come apart later that same night. The way he softened and focused whenever she took clear control. She had known he responded to dominance. She had not let herself consider that the dominance he wanted might include this specific flavor. She didn’t think it would have involved the deliberate infantilizing of an adult body. Now the possibility sat in front of her, undeniable, written in the tension of his shoulders and the flush on his throat. She rubbed a slow circle between his shoulder blades, feeling the heat of his skin through the shirt. “Hey. Relax. I was joking.” Caleb let out a short breath that was trying to be a laugh and not quite succeeding. “I know. Obviously. Just… processing the product line. It’s thorough.” Bullshit. She knew it was bullshit. The knowledge settled into her with a calm, proprietary interest. He wanted this. Or at least part of him did, strongly enough that the joke had short circuited his usual composure. The nurse in her catalogued the physical signs. The woman who had already learned the shape of his needs felt something lower and hotter take notice. She kept her hand on his back, steady, and let the next words come out in the same even tone she had used on hundreds of scared and confused patients. “While I’m joking… would you by chance be open to trying a few things.” Caleb stood frozen. Another long stretch of silence settled between them. When he finally spoke, the question came out rough and careful. “Would you… seriously put me in a diaper?” The directness of it surprised her. Most people would have shut the entire subject down. She had expected him to pivot toward the high chair. Instead he had gone straight to the most intimate item on the table. Miranda felt a slow, warm shift low in her stomach. “I’m a nurse, Caleb. I’ve changed more diapers than I can count. Adult ones included. I’m more than capable of diapering you.” Miranda decided to take a gamble. She knew it was risky. She walked to the table, reached into the structured gray diaper bag, and pulled out the folded changing mat. She shook it out and spread it open on the living room floor. “Come here.” Caleb looked like a man drowning in deep water. Miranda took his hand, his palm hot and slightly damp, and led him to the edge of the mat. She reached for his belt, slipped the tongue free, and drew it open. “What are you doing?” His voice was thin. Miranda laughed under her breath. “I can’t put you in a diaper with your pants on, silly.” She finished pulling the belt free, set it aside, and guided him down. “Lie back for me.” He obeyed. She unbuttoned his jeans, worked the zipper down, and pulled everything off in one smooth motion. He was hard. Completely, unmistakably hard. She noted it without comment as she reached for a diaper and unfolded the thick quilted rectangle printed with soft blue elephants and yellow stars. She fluffed the padding, hooked her fingers behind his knees, lifted, and slid the open diaper underneath him. Caleb’s breathing had gone audible. She shook baby powder into her palm and spread it carefully. When she finished she folded his cock firmly downward and held it while she pulled the front of the diaper up, centered the padding, and taped the sides snug. She checked the leg elastics and waistband to ensure a proper fit. She helped him stand. The diaper crinkled softly. She gave him a firm swat on his diapered butt to get his attention.  “Earth to Caleb.” He blinked. “Yeah. Sorry.” To her genuine surprise he did not ask for his pants or anything for that matter. He simply said, “I need a drink,” and walked toward the kitchen in nothing but his t-shirt and the printed diaper. The shirt failed completely at any type of concealment. As he did a slight duck-walk in his diaper towards the kitchen Miranda couldn’t help but find it adorable. She was surprised by this as the idea of her boyfriend in a diaper was not something she had thought of before this. Miranda followed as far as the kitchen doorway. “Do you plan to just hang out in your diaper all night,” she asked, “or would you like something to cover it up?” When the question left her mouth she saw the panic hit him. True, wide eyed panic. He was going to spiral and Miranda would not allow that. “Relax. I’m joking with you. Come with me.” She took his wrist and walked him to the high chair, rolled it into the open space, unlatched the tray, and set it aside. Then she stepped in close, slid her hands under his arms, and lifted. Again, she marveled at how easy it was to lift him. As she lifted him she rotated him and moved one hand under his butt as she settled him into the seat. She quickly fed the waist straps and crotch strap into the D-ring, slid the tray in and pressed the lock button. The key already lying in the diaper bag on the table. She nonchalantly filled an adult sippy cup with beer, set it on the tray with the remote, and told him she was going to shower. He could give her his assessment when she came back. While she stood under the hot water she thought about the car seat, the swats, the way he had walked to the kitchen in the diaper, the terror when she asked if he planned to stay in it. Containment had felt like the correct next move. She almost laughed at the speculative thought of coming back to find him in a wet diaper. When she returned about twenty minutes later, he was still in the high chair, lost in thought. She got a beer, stood in front of him, and said, “Penny for your thoughts.” He asked if any of it had been planned.  “Of course not baby. What a weird question” After a long silence she asked if he wanted out. He did. She unlocked the high chair, lifted him out and gently put him on her hip. She quickly put the high chair back in the corner and brought him over to the couch and gently placed him in a sitting position. When she turned around to go sit down herself he got up and ran to the bathroom. He came out dressed in his original clothes about 20 minutes later and asked if they could pretend this never happened. “Sure,” she said even though it was total bullshit. Chapter Four: The Conversation Present Day The memory let her go. The late afternoon light still filled the living room. Caleb sat across from her, the leftover tension of the deal still in his shoulders. “I think you already know some of this,” he said. He told her about growing up short, the teasing, the difficulty dating taller women. He told her about Martha. A woman he met in college who took on a strong caretaker dynamic that eventually soured the relationship. He talked about an incident one Halloween night where she wanted to dress him as a baby and produced a diaper that she wanted to put him in. His response was to walk out and never come back. He told her how the car seat had hit him like a revelation, how when he was locked for twenty minutes in it, it had been the highlight of his year. He told her how the swats and the later ones during sex had short circuited something in the best way. He told her about the three months of silence, the shame, the fear he had over wondering if she would leave him or turn into Martha. He told her about walking into the apartment and seeing the diapers, the freeze, the joke that wasn’t a joke, the diapering, the high chair, the relief when she agreed to pretend it never happened… and the fact that he had thought about nothing else since. Tears gathered. Miranda told him it was going to be okay. He apologized for being nervous. She told him not to be. He clarified he was not an adult baby; he thought he was a DL. The only time he had worn a diaper since childhood was with her, and he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He liked when she took control, especially the car seat, the high chair, all of which created a loss of choice. It scared the shit out of him but he also loved it. He trusted her. He was petrified of losing her, or even worse, her thinking he was a freak. Miranda stood, moved to him, and pulled him into a firm hug. “You’re not a freak.” She told him she had already inferred most of it. The car seat, how hard he was, the request to lock him in it, the way he came after the swats. She had found it amusing and cute, not weird. The diaper had surprised her, but she had seen him spiraling and put him in the high chair on purpose. She had waited for him to be ready. Occasional diapers, high chair, and her putting him in a car seat on special occasions were fine. She had no interest in a 24/7 dynamic. He immediately said he didn’t want 24/7 either; he just didn’t want her to think less of him. He was worried but relieved. “Even if I ask you to spank me every now and then” he meekly asked. She laughed. “Yes. Even then.” He exhaled a huge, shaky breath of pure relief. “I’ve been so worried about this conversation.” Miranda pulled him into an even tighter hug. When she spoke again her voice carried deliberate theatrical exasperation. “Now for the fucking last time……what do you want to do to celebrate?” Caleb shrugged. “I don’t want to do anything.” Miranda stared at him, frustration flickering hot. They had just carved something real open and he still couldn’t name a concrete want. Internally she thought that if there was ever a reason to spank him, this would be a pretty good one. She sighed. “If you don’t choose, then I will.” She saw the longing in his eyes. She knew he wanted her to decide but after everything he had just admitted she needed him to voice it. She proposed going out to dinner. His disappointment was poorly hidden. Her patience thinned. “If you don’t want to go to dinner, then you need to tell me what the fuck you actually want to do.” He apologized quickly. “Can we just order something and stay in?” A pause, almost a whisper. “And would you put me in the high chair for dinner?” She was surprised that was all. She confirmed twice. Then she asked if he wanted a diaper as well… might as well get the full experience. He asked if she had any. She told him she had a full diaper bag in the closet (she sold the products). She also admitted she had kept the high chair because she knew he would want to try it again. He looked floored. He nodded to the diaper. When she started listing options; onesie or shirt and diaper, diaper cover,……. he grew overwhelmed. She stood. “You know what? I got this.” She retrieved the diaper bag, spread the changing mat, and called him over. He approached slowly, looking like a scared child. She pulled him the last distance by the waistband of his jeans. Miranda unbuttoned his jeans and told him to lie down. She stripped him, unfolded a thick Alphagatorz diaper with bright green cartoon alligators, lifted his legs, slid it under, powdered him liberally, folded his hard cock down, and taped him in his diaper. She checked the fit, patted his padded bottom, and told him he was good to go. When he asked about his pants she told him it would do him some good to get comfortable in his diaper and walked off to put the bag and clothes away. When she returned she found him standing in the middle of the living room staring at the diaper. She ordered Thai food. He was still standing there when she finished. She told him to get her a beer. He waddled; the thicker diaper made every step a deep, rhythmic crinkle. She smiled. When he bent to get the bottles from the fridge she had to fight not to smirk at how cute his diapered butt looked. They toasted. Twenty minutes later the doorbell rang; he almost bolted to hide. She laughed, collected the food, and told him he was being ridiculous. He muttered that it was easy for her to say. She rolled the high chair to the table, patted the seat, and told him to hop in. He just stood there for a few seconds unmoving. Then he started walking over, moving far too damn slowly. Miranda went over and picked him up, settled him on her hip with her hand under the padded seat, jokingly scolded him for taking so long, and brought him over to the high chair. She moved his arms through the chest straps and connected it to the D-ring. She then grabbed the crotch strap and fed it through his legs, also connecting it to the D-ring. She smiled to herself as her hand brushed Caleb’s crotch indicating how much he was enjoying this. Miranda locked the tray, joking about how that should keep him from going anywhere. She plated the food, set his portion on the tray, sat beside him, and told him to eat up. Dinner was casual and almost ordinary except for the locked tray and the constant soft crinkle of his diaper every time he shifted. When they finished he offered to wash the dishes. She smiled and said go ahead. He quickly realized he couldn’t and began trying to escape in earnest. He tried to slide under the tray but the crotch strap stopped him. He then tried to lift himself out but the shoulder straps and tray stopped him. He finally just tried to remove the tray but the lock stopped him. She watched for a full five minutes, drinking her beer, finding it hysterical, the diaper providing a constant soundtrack of crinkles. She told him he wasn’t getting out. Miranda reminded him the chair was rated for someone far bigger and stronger. Then she did the dishes herself while he stayed confined to his high chair. When she returned she asked if he was still trying to get out. He said no. She asked what he was doing. He said nothing. She shrugged, said she was running the trash out, and left. Caleb sat alone in the locked high chair and realized he really needed to pee. Miranda walked back after 30 minutes to find a very fidgety, stressed and highly frustrated Caleb. He nearly shouted, “Where have you been?” “I am sorry. The neighbor was out there and she wouldn’t shut up” Miranda replied. “What is wrong with you. What got your diaper all in a wad” she laughingly said. “This isn’t funny at all. I really need to pee and I have been trapped here for 30 minutes. I am about to have a fucking accident” “Are you being serious?” Miranda asked. “Yes.” Caleb said as Miranda could hear the desperation in his voice. “You have nothing to worry about wetting that diaper. I am sure you could wet it three or four times before I would begin to worry about any leaks.” Miranda said. “I am not wetting the diaper. That is disgusting” Caleb said. Miranda looked at him in confusion and exasperation but didn’t want to make a big deal about it. She retrieved the key to the high chair from the diaper bag, unlocked the tray and D-ring and helped Caleb out of the high chair. He nearly fell over in a rush to get out and run to the bathroom. He came back out with a towel around his waist and asked for his clothes. “Where is your diaper” Miranda asked. “I couldn’t get it back on, so I’m just going to switch back to pants.” Miranda frowned and went to retrieve the diaper from the bathroom. “Lie down.” Miranda ordered. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it” Caleb replied. “Lie down before I get upset” Miranda demanded. Caleb lied down and Miranda quickly rediapered him. While Caleb got back up she went and hung the towel back up. “Why did you make me put the diaper back on” Miranda looked at him and frowned. She was confused. “Why are you acting so weird?” “What do you mean?” he countered. “You have been thinking about diapers, high chairs, and even spankings nonstop for the last three months. Your words not mine. I leave you in the high chair for a little while and you’re demanding to get out because you need to pee…….even though you’re wearing a diaper.” “I just don’t want to use it” Caleb replied. “You want to wear a diaper but draw the line at using it” Miranda asked incredulously. “Yeah.”  “Are you scared for me to see you in a wet diaper? Are you worried about me changing your diaper? Miranda asked. “No.” Caleb said firmly. “Don’t lie to me Caleb.” “I swear I am not” Caleb replied. “So you wanted to wear a diaper for the longest time but not wet it or use it” she asked. “Yes.” “Bullshit Caleb. But tonight is about celebrating you so I am going to let go. But I am not going to rediaper you every time you have to go potty when you can just go in your diaper and I can change you.” “I will never ask you to change my wet diaper because I will never wet a diaper” Caleb replied. “Bullshit Caleb. But this is a discussion for another night”. Caleb shrugged in a flippant way which for some reason pissed Miranda off. “I’ve half a mind to spank you for lying to me and then just leave you in that diaper for a while until you have no choice.” She saw the reaction. There was a stillness, changed breathing, color on his neck. She had said it as a probe. She still couldn’t tell if it was pure fear or something more complicated, but she was certain he wasn’t fully honest. “How would that even work?” he asked quietly. Miranda looked at him in surprise.  “Well I imagine I would have to go retrieve my brush from the bathroom. I would definitely need a chair or a stool to sit on. I think the best way would be to just pull you over my knee. I would definitely need to pull that diaper down and then I guess just spank you with the brush until I am satisfied the message has been received.” The look on Caleb’s face was priceless. It was a combination of scared but also interested perhaps. She filed it away. “That is not what I meant. What would stop me from just taking off the diaper” Caleb asked. “Besides a well spanked bottom” Miranda asked? “Caleb, I work for a special needs medical company. We make a specialized line of products called anti-stripping. The clothes are designed so a caregiver doesn’t have to worry about their charges taking off their diapers” “Do they work?” he asked. Miranda shook her head at the stupidity of the question. “Of course they fucking work. Maybe I should just put you in one and be done with this whole ridiculous conversation.” Caleb didn’t really respond; he just looked at her. Miranda felt irritated and wasn’t entirely sure why. She realized the three months of secrecy sat at the center of it. She was angry enough that she shouldn’t act impulsively. The whole internal sequence took about two seconds. “Relax. It’s your choice and I am pissed off. This is more of a me issue than a you issue” “How so?” he asked. Miranda laughed  “It will be easier if you put some pants on or let me put you in a onesie. While I find you absolutely fucking adorable in your diaper I think covering it would help me with the seriousness of this conversation.” Caleb turned beat red as he fled to the bathroom. He came out clothed. “You better have thrown that diaper away and not left it on the floor like a good little boy” Miranda teased . Caleb ran back to the bathroom with Miranda shaking her head and quickly returned. They sat.  Miranda explained that none of this bothered her. She mentioned it would be interesting to try products on him and that she had kept the high chair because she knew he liked it. What upset her was the three months of silence. It felt like distrust to her. She would have been happy to diaper him or give him samples. Although she couldn’t help but think the attempt to put his diaper back on earlier ensured it would have leaked. She felt the same way about spanking him. Miranda had already figured he liked it. He just hadn’t trusted her enough to say so. Caleb apologized. Funny enough, he told her it was more about him than her. The fear he had thinking Miranda would think he was a freak or want to baby him full-time was overwhelming. Miranda reminded him she was not Martha. He knew; he apologized again. She joked that now that she could spank him, if he did this shit again she would have him crying like a baby across her knee. He laughed. She dryly told him she was not joking. He gulped and nodded. Chapter Five: The Fall Festival Saturday morning had started with a negotiation. Miranda had been invited to the fall festival by her friend Janice. She wanted Caleb to come but he did not. After some convincing he agreed. One of the things that tipped the scale was her offer to put him in the car seat for the drive. He was reluctant,not because he didn’t want to sit in the car seat, but because he was worried people would see him. Miranda assured him they wouldn’t. Miranda also wanted him in the car seat since once he was locked in he couldn’t change his mind, something he tried to do multiple times. When she put him in the car seat she applied the lock and took the choice away. Miranda found it amusing considering he did ask her to take more control. The key to the car seat now lived on her main keyring. By the time they reached the gravel overflow lot Caleb was frustrated. He truly didn’t want to be there and he legitimately couldn’t do anything about it. Miranda got out, opened his door, and stared at him “Have you calmed down?” she asked him. “Yes.” he mumbled. “Good for your sake” she said in frustration. Miranda unlocked the seat, unbuckled him, and lifted him out like a baby. When she set him down she gave him two firm spanks on the seat of his jeans and told him that if he messed the day up for her he was going to get his first real spanking and he wouldn’t like it. He glared and said nothing. She locked the car and they went to find Janice. Janice was waiting at the entrance. Janice was thirty two, five feet eight inches, slim, still in excellent shape, and most importantly, one of Miranda’s closest friends. They met in nursing school. Janice was now a stay-at-home mom with two kids and a rich husband. The women hugged first and then Janice hugged Caleb as well. Janice was very excited to see Miranda, feeling like she hadn’t had a break from the kids in ages. They fell into easy conversation about family. Caleb, clearly bored, wandered off without a word to get a drink. The line was long and fifteen minutes later Miranda texted asking where he was. He replied and they reconvened. He lasted another thirty minutes of conversation he found boring before he wandered off again to use the bathroom. Another long line. When he finished, Miranda texted again, clearly frustrated. He met them once more. Miranda asked, voice low, whether he was planning on disappearing again after thirty seconds or whether he was actually going to hang out with them for the day. He frowned and gave a thin apology about the bathroom. She shook her head and said, loud enough for Janice to hear, that he wandered off and she had to chase him down and it was super annoying. He shrugged and said “I hate that for you,” which only pissed her off more. Janice had seen the interaction and frowned. She reached into her purse and pulled out a coiled adult-sized wrist leash. It just happened to be the same one Miranda had given her years earlier as a joke when Janice’s young child kept wandering off. Miranda’s company made them for special-needs caregivers. Janice mentioned she had been meaning to give it back to Miranda as it didn’t seem right to just throw it away. Miranda took it, locked one cuff around Caleb’s wrist and the other around her own.  “What the fuck” Caleb muttered The two ladies ignored him and kept walking. Caleb tried to remove it, realized he couldn’t,and watched the cord extend. He immediately felt humiliation growing inside of him and quickly closed the distance. He tried to whisper how he wasn’t a child to Miranda and she couldn’t lead him around on a leash. She answered with the same line he had used on her:  “I hate that for you.”  Janice smirked. For the next two hours they moved through the festival, visiting booths, drinking cider, and playing games. Miranda and Janice kept up a constant dialogue with Caleb occasionally chiming in, the leash a constant quiet presence. Every time he drifted the cord reminded him he couldn’t go far. He hated how public it felt. Near the restrooms Miranda stopped to use the bathroom.  “Can you babysit him while I go to the bathroom?” Miranda asked Janice. “Sure” Janice laughed. Miranda handed the cuff around her wrist to Janice and watched her put it on her wrist. “I don’t need anyone watching me Miranda” Caleb said in a huff. “Caleb, you better behave for Janice. Janice, you have full permission to spank him if he misbehaves” Miranda said as she started to walk away to the bathroom. Janice laughed at that, interpreting it as a joke between friends. “I am sure Caleb will be on his best behavior” Janice called to Miranda. After Miranda left, Janice turned to Caleb. “I didn’t mean it to this far as Janice looked at the leash.  While I do find it amusing I am sorry” “Thanks. I appreciate the apology” Caleb said. Janice had a smirk on her though when she said “Although, it has kept you from running off. But hey, it is a good thing that she wants you to be around her” “That is one way to look at it” Caleb replied. “ Anyway, how are things between you two?” “Things are good. Been together for a year and while nothing is all sunshine and roses” Caleb said as he held up his cuffed hand. “Things are pretty good overall” Janice was elated at hearing this. Caleb could see how happy she was that her best friend was in a good relationship. “Would you even count the leash as not perfect?” Janice asked. Caleb couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Did Miranda tell Janice? Was Janice making fun of him? Caleb kept a neutral face but inside he was freaking out. How could Miranda tell Janice all this when she herself only found out a week ago. “Do you know?” Caleb asked. “Miranda is my best friend” Janice replied. Caleb took a deep internal breath. Miranda has a right to talk to her friends and tell them about her life. Caleb took a deep breath as he processed everything. “I don’t love the leash. It is pretty public which is not something I like but Miranda is pretty pissed so I am not making a big scene. This is partially on me though because I did ask Miranda to take more control and I have been a pain. I mean, even on the way here Miranda had to lock me in the car seat because I kept trying to get out of going.” Caleb laughed at this. “I thought when Miranda said you could spank me it was a private joke between her and I but apparently not. Thank god she didn’t bring the diaper bag” Janice looked at Caleb with confusion on her face. She made a small, awkward movement that was almost a shake of the head. “Miranda never mentioned anything to me about spankings, car seats or diapers Caleb. She just told me you like a dominant personality and hinted at you liking restraints. I just figured since you liked restraints you were probably enjoying being on the leash on some level.” Janice said gently. Mortification hit Caleb so hard he wanted to run. He probably would have, if he wasn’t attached to Janice. Caleb looked down and instinctively tried to take off the cuff but couldn’t get it off. In the corner of his eye he saw what he interpreted as pity in Janice’s eyes which only made it worse. At the same time Miranda returned from going to the bathroom. “Did he behave?” Miranda asked Janice. Janice smiled brightly at Miranda as she said “We have just been having a lovely discussion on spankings, car seats, and diaper bags” Miranda looked straight at Caleb. “Really?!”  Caleb looked from Miranda to Janice. Both women towered over him. The size difference was one reason the leash felt so inescapable.  “She said she knew!” Caleb explained. The look on Miranda’s face was one of pure disbelief. “Why the fuck would I tell Janice something so personal that it took you three months to tell me and you were all fucked up about it. Caleb stood there silently with Miranda shaking her head. “Who could use a drink?” Miranda asked. “I could” Janice responded. “Good. Let's sit down and figure this shit out” “Can I go somewhere else while you two talk” Caleb asked. “No.” Miranda responded. They all started walking to the drink tent. “Why does Janice still have the leash?” Caleb asked. “Is that really what you want to focus on right now” Miranda asked with clear frustration in her voice. Caleb looked embarrassed and just shook his head. At the beer tent Miranda bought three beers and they all sat down at a hightop table. Miranda just looked at the cord of the leash connected Caleb and Janice together and sighed. Miranda lifted up her beers signaling the other to do so as well. “What should we drink to?” Miranda asked. Janice’s smile was slow and deliberately wicked. “To car seats, spankings, and diaper bags, I guess?” They all raised their cups. Caleb’s sip lasted the longest. When he finally set the plastic cup down, Miranda looked at him. “You want to explain things?” He shrugged. “I’ll try.” Caleb gave a minimized version of the car seat story. Miranda called him out for leaving out the important parts and supplied the real details. She pointed out his intense interest, her installing the seat, him being hard when she buckled the crotch strap, him asking to be locked in, along with Caleb admitting he enjoyed it.  Janice seemed to be enjoying the story while Caleb stayed silent. Miranda then invited him to try explaining the spankings part of their toast. Caleb minimized again. Miranda laughed and gave the accurate version even joking with Janice at one point that Janice had probably “spanked” her harder in nursing school.  “This all sounds pretty tame” Janice said. “I bet Miranda would have probably just given you a proper spanking if you asked her” she said to Caleb. “Ya think?” Miranda said sarcastically. “But what about the diaper bag” Janice asked. “You don’t have to talk about it Caleb” Miranda said. “I don’t want to talk about it but since I am literally tethered to Janice I don’t have a choice” Caleb whined. “Bullshit” Miranda told him. “You always have a choice”. “Listen guys. We can drop all of this if it is making anyone uncomfortable.” Caleb shook his head. “No we can talk about this” he said with a frown. “Snitches get stitches” Janice responded which got a surprise laugh out of Miranda and Caleb. Caleb started talking about the evening Miranda had diapered him. He kept almost 90% of it out and essentially just said Miranda tricked him into a diaper. Miranda scoffed and decided to tell the whole story. Miranda talked about the samples on the table, his long stare, the jump when she hugged him, the joke about diapering him and the high chair. She elaborated on his serious question about whether she would really put him in a diaper, the diapering itself, his walk to the kitchen in just the diaper and the subsequent spiral. Miranda did show a little hesitancy as she justified her decision to lock him in the high chair with a sippy cup of beer while she showered. Janice was stunned that he couldn’t get out of the high chair on his own. Miranda showed a little bitterness when she ended her side of the story by saying we didn’t talk about any of this for three months. Janice asked what happened after the three months of silence. Caleb explained the celebration conversation, coming clean about being a DL, liking control and the idea of spanking, and being sure she would leave. Miranda added that she hadn’t left. Instead she had diapered him again and put him back in the high chair that same night. Janice asked if she locked it which Miranda confirmed adding that he doesn’t like it if it isn’t locked. Caleb meekly confirmed. Miranda described the alligator diapers, how thick they were, how cute his diapered butt looked, and the loud crinkle. Miranda could see the mortification climbing his neck. She recounted the trash-run meltdown over not wanting to wet the diaper, the rediapering, the argument, and the half threat of a spanking and anti-stripping clothing. Janice shared a quick story about locking a patient into a bodysuit after repeated diaper removals and joked she would have preferred just spanking him. Miranda was amused by Janice’s story but Caleb looked miserable. Miranda finished by saying it was hard to stay mad after looking at that cute diapered butt. “This is quite the story.” Janice proclaimed. “It really is” Caleb said with some reservation. “I need another drink” Caleb muttered. Janice took the leash cuff off and gave it to Miranda. She then went and got beers for them all along with a shot for Caleb. While she was gone Miranda checked on him. “I never thought I would tell anyone any of this” Caleb said. “You brought this on yourself. I can’t believe you would think I would betray your trust” “I know,” Caleb said. “I am sorry this happened. I am sorry you’re having to endure all this and I would never betray your trust. “I know” Caleb sighed. Janice returned with beers and a shot. Caleb drank the shot and started on the beer. Miranda joked about getting hammered referencing the second beer. Janice mentioned she had taken an Uber there so even if they really did get drunk it would be fine. Miranda invited her back to her place which Janice quickly agreed to. Janice joked it would give her a chance to see the car seat. Caleb drained his beer at that. He then tried to go for another beer but the leash stopped him. Miranda made him sit, handed the cuff to Janice, and went herself.  “Getting drunk isn’t going to make you feel better” Janice warned. Miranda returned with another beer and shot. “If you get drunk just know that it is on you. I have no desire to babysit your drunk ass” as she set down a beer and a shot. Caleb drank both. Thirty minutes later Caleb was clearly drunk. He was swaying and giggling in his seat, careful not to make a scene but unmistakably impaired. Miranda decided it was time to leave. When Caleb stood up he fell off the stool. Miranda helped him up. As they walked he had increasing trouble. Miranda got more and more frustrated eventually just simply picking Caleb up and settling him on her hip like a toddler. Janice looked surprised and Caleb was too drunk to protest as they headed to the car. Janice asked Miranda if she did the hip carry often. Miranda sighed and told her she had only recently realized how easy it was. She told Janice the first time she tried it was the night he spiraled and she had to put him in the high chair. She laughed that if he weren’t drunk he’d be pissed. Janice said that would teach him. When they finally made it to the car, Miranda unlocked it, opened the back door, and gently buckled Caleb, who was very drunk into the car seat, ignoring his slurred protests about Janice being present. She locked the D-ring after getting him strapped in. Janice observed it was essentially an adult car seat. Miranda agreed and joked that it was useful for keeping a drunk boyfriend from getting himself in trouble as well. Even drunk, Caleb tried and failed to get out of the car seat. Miranda told him to calm down and nap. Janice bet he’d be asleep in five minutes. It was actually six. Janice looked at Caleb in the backseat with a sense of fondness. “He looks like a toddler passed out in his car seat”  “I guess he does doesn’t he” Miranda said. “He has had a tough day. It took him three months to tell me any of this and now he is explaining it to my best friend while attached to a leash”. “How are you holding up” Janice asked Miranda. “None of this is actually a big deal to me. I mean, I work for a company that manufactures this equipment. I mean even diapering him isn’t a big deal. I am a fucking nurse for crying out loud. The only thing that gives me any concern is spanking him” Janice laughed at this. “I wish I could spank my husband. Hell I would even change his diapers if spanking him was an option.   Miranda found Janice’s comments amusing as they drove in silence for a bit. As they were pulling in to Miranda’s garage Janice voiced the question they had both been wondering about. “What are we going to do about Caleb?” Janice asked. “I will just carry him in” Miranda said. “You don’t happen to have a crib set up for him do you?” Janice joked. “Funny enough, they do sell them but no I don’t have one. He shouldn’t need one anyway”. Miranda unstrapped the sleeping Caleb and carried him inside, laying him on the bed in her bedroom. She gently and lovingly removed his shoes and socks. He barely stirred. Miranda tried to rouse him but he groaned and rolled over. Miranda decided to leave him and rejoined Janice for another drink. About thirty minutes later they heard a thud. Miranda and Janice ran in to the bedroom and found Caleb lying on the floor. “I had to go to the bathroom” Caleb slurred. “Key word in that is had” Janice laughed as she pointed at the puddle on the floor. “Where do you keep his diapers?” “In the closet in the diaper bag on the top shelf” Miranda said with confusion. “Go get some cleaning supplies so we can clean this up” Janice ordered. Miranda left to go get cleaning supplies while Janice went into the bedroom to retrieve the diaper bag. After searching through the diaper bag Janice found the changing pad and laid it out on the floor away from the puddle of urine. She helped guide Caleb, who was very drunk over to the change pad and sat him down. She quickly took off his shirt and told him to lie down. Caleb did so willingly but she doubted it was due to her command and more so due to the fact that Caleb felt that the floor wouldn’t stop moving. Janice stripped Caleb of his pants and underwear and set them aside. She pulled out a diaper that incidentally enough, was not that much different looking than the diapers she used on her kids when they were little. The main difference being the size of the diaper. She unfolded the diaper and spread it out. She then grabbed both his legs at the ankle and lifted up sliding the diaper underneath Caleb before lowering him back down. Grabbing the powder in the diaper bag, she made sure to put a lot of powder on him before folding the diaper and taping it shut. One thing Janice noticed in the diaper bag was a very cute romper with spaceships. Seeing as Caleb had literally pissed himself she figured he would need some fresh clothes. When she pulled out the romper she couldn’t help but smirk at seeing the romper was very similar again to ones she used for her kids. She unzipped the romper noticing that the zipper was in the back and started dressing Caleb. Right as Miranda was returning with the cleaning supplies, Janice had just finished zipping up the romper and locking it with the key attached to the zipper. “That diaper bulge is ridiculous,” Janice laughed as Miranda walked in. “This whole scenario is ridiculous” Miranda responded in kind. Janice placed the key to the romper on the bed side table. “Still think a crib is unnecessary?” Janice joked. Miranda shook her head as she picked up Caleb putting him in the bed. She made sure to tuck him in and then tuck in the sheets and duvet as well creating a cocoon that would make it a lot harder for Caleb to fall out of bed. Miranda then quickly cleaned the wet stain on the carpet before she and Janice returned to the living room.  Chapter Six: The Morning After Caleb woke with a raging headache. Rolling over, he felt the thick, warm, and clearly wet diaper. He got up and stumbled to the bathroom. He felt terrible. Not only due to the raging headache, but he didn’t know how he ended up in a diaper and was not familiar with the clothes he was wearing. In the bathroom he looked in the mirror to finally understand what he was wearing. He wasn’t happy but he became even more unhappy as he spent several frustrating minutes failing to figure out how to even get out of the pajamas. Seeing no other alternatives, he waddled into the living room looking for Miranda. “Miranda, I can’t seem to get these pajamas off” Caleb yelled. “That is by design” Janice responded to a very surprised Caleb. Caleb was surprised to see Janice and the look on his face made it very clear he was curious why she was there. “You were pretty drunk last night so I helped Miranda put you to bed. Afterwards, we had a few more drinks so I just stayed over rather than taking an Uber late last night. Miranda is at the store and should be back soon” Then to Caleb’s surprise Janice came over to him and gave him a few pats on his butt. “Looks like someone needs his diaper changed” Janice said with a casualness that Caleb didn’t appreciate. “No way!” “Who do you think changed you last night and put you in your pajamas?” Janice asked with a smile on her face. Caleb just stared at her in what can only be described as a combination of shock and horror. “Now quit stalling so we can get you changed and I can go back to my coffee”. “I am not wearing a diaper today” Caleb said with as much conviction as someone can say when they are standing in front of their girlfriend’s best friend after finding out she diapered him the night before. “Your clothes are soaking wet in the washer” “No way Janice” Caleb said. Janice left and retrieved the diaper bag, setting it in an open space on the floor. “Quit being a brat and come here. You have been in that wet diaper for too long as it is” “No way Janice” Caleb said. “Do you need a spanking?” Janice sweetly asked. “Excuse me?” Caleb said in surprise. “Do you need a spanking” Janice asked him again in that same sweet voice. “You’re not giving me a spanking.” “Correct. If you come over here so I can let you out of your sleeper and lay down for me like a good boy then yes I won’t have to spank you. But if I have to manhandle you like a toddler who doesn’t want their diaper changed then yes I am going to spank you for it”. “This is fucking ridiculous.” “A spanking it is.” Janice said with a shrug. Janice went into the kitchen and grabbed a wooden spoon from one of the containers sitting on the counter. She came back into the living room taking Caleb’s hand and bringing him along with her as she sat down in one of the chairs. Caleb quickly found himself pulled over Janice’s lap with his eyes inches from the floor. “I am spanking you for refusing to let me change your diaper and for not listening” Janice said. Janice reached for a key sitting next to the wood spoon and unlocked Caleb’s pajamas and unzipped them. She pulled the romper completely off leaving Caleb in just his diaper. Then to Caleb’s shock she pulled that down as well. Janice grabbed the wooden spoon and brought it down on Caleb’s exposed bottom. The first spank wasn’t terrible. She had hit him right in the wet center of his butt and it was more like a thud than a sting. Instinctually, he moved both his hands to cover his butt. This was a problem for two reasons. The first was that he now felt his hands being secured at the wrist by Janice leaving his butt fully exposed. The second was now all his body weight was resting on Janice’s lap making it almost impossible for him to move. Janice responded by resuming the spanking. Janice spanked him a total of ten times with the wooden spoon. By the fourth spank Caleb was holding back tears. When he felt the 6th spank he was kicking and crying. When Janice delivered the tenth and final spank Caleb was a complete mess. He was crying, his butt was on fire, and he felt like this was the most painful thing he had ever endured. “Are you going to let me change your diaper now” Janice calmly asked him. “Yes.” Caleb said in between sobs. “Good boy.” Janice pulled him off her lap and told him to stay there. She grabbed the changing pad from the diaper bag and laid it out and had Caleb lay down on it. She pulled out another diaper and diapered him making sure to add a liberal amount of baby powder. He especially didn’t like it when Janice cleaned him with the wet wipes or the comment about how he needs to be careful or he might get a rash. When Janice finished diapering him he was offered the choice of going back in the pajamas or a simple onesie. He chose the onesies which he was promptly dressed in. “I want you to go stand in the corner for me” Janice told him. “Are you fucking serious” Caleb asked her. “I can give you another spanking if you prefer” Caleb walked over to the corner and stood facing it. Janice grabbed the soiled diaper and diaper bag and left the room. A few minutes later she returned to find Caleb still in the corner. At the same time, Miranda walked in the door. She looked at Janice, saw Caleb in the corner in a onesie and looked back at Janice. She mouthed to Janice “What the fuck” as she told Caleb to come out of the corner.   Caleb glared at Janice as he left the corner but Miranda just shook her head and told him to stop. Miranda started making breakfast while Caleb and Janice sat at the kitchen table.. “This is bullshit” Caleb muttered. “What is bullshit” Janice asked. “You can’t just spank me” Caleb proclaimed.  “Clearly I can” Janice laughed. “You had no right”  “You were sitting in a wet diaper for close to 12 hours Caleb. I gave you multiple chances to let me change your diaper. All I got was toddler level refusals and answers. So you got a toddler level response. And clearly you didn’t spend enough time in the corner because you’re still complaining about it”. “I am not a fucking toddler, Janice.” Caleb said. “Sorry. I got confused. Wetting yourself and peeing on the floor are definitely not things that toddlers would do” “Still not fair.” Caleb replied. Miranda finished up breakfast and brought it to the table. She had made a simple meal of eggs, toast, and coffee. Once she set everything on the table she then went and rolled the high chair to the table. She removed the tray and set it aside. Despite Caleb’s protests, Miranda picked him up and put him in the high chair. She applied all the straps and locked the tray. “Why did you just ignore me?” Caleb asked. “I told you I didn’t want to be put in the high chair” “You’re in a lot of fucking trouble. I think it might be good for you to sit in your embarrassment for a little bit” Miranda stated rather calmly if you asked her. “I am sorry Miranda” Caleb said. “Yesterday was a lot for me” “Yea but you dumped it all on Janice and I. I just wanted to hang out with my best friend and my boyfriend. I certainly didn’t want to put him on a fucking leash since he kept running away from us. I didn’t want to literally babysit him because he got so drunk he pissed on my carpet. And then I come in from getting groceries and I see this shit.” “I’m sorry,” Caleb said. “I find it interesting how you make such a big deal about not wanting to wet your diaper but then you argued with Janice when she tried to change your diaper.” Miranda said, shaking her head. Janice plated Caleb’s food and placed it on his tray. They ate in relative silence. At the end of breakfast Janice left. She made sure to hug Miranda and Caleb before walking out the door. One thing Caleb didn’t appreciate though, was the warning Janice gave him during their hug. “If you act like this to Miranda again, the spanking I give you will make this one seem like a fond memory” she whispered so only Caleb could hear. After Janice left and Miranda finished cleaning up breakfast she went and sat down with Caleb still locked in the high chair. “You need to let me out and I need to change into normal clothes before we talk” Caleb demanded. “No.” Caleb tried to get out of the high chair which Miranda found really stupid since they had played this game before. “You wanted to give up control Caleb. Careful what you wish for” “I meant I wanted to give up control to you not fucking Janice”. “What part are you actually upset about?” Miranda asked. “What do you mean? The whole thing” “You got your diaper changed. You got a spanking. Don’t pretend you haven’t asked for those things and don’t enjoy them on a certain level. “Janice did them, not you” Caleb retorted. Miranda just looked at him unbothered. “I didn’t ask Janice to do either of those things. And to be clear you allowed her to do those things to you” “I told Janice no” Caleb said. “Be honest Caleb. You told her she couldn’t change you after sitting in a wet diaper for damn near twelve hours. This doesn’t make any fucking sense to me coming from a man who refused to use his diaper earlier. Janice only spanked you after you refused to let her change you. She is a fucking nurse Caleb. She genuinely didn’t want you to get a rash. You know what I think Caleb. I think you’re upset because she made you stand in the corner like a naughty little toddler. “That is patently false” Caleb lied. Miranda knew his body language. They had been together for a year and while Caleb rarely lied he had a tell about him. His eyes would squint a little bit and he would rock ever so slightly back and forth. He was doing both of that now. “Don’t fucking lie to me Caleb” Miranda said. “If you lie to me I will put you in timeout myself.” “What if I refuse?” Caleb defiantly asked.  “Then get the fuck out. Go ahead and walk to your car in that onesie with your diaper sticking out. Your clothes are still in the washer. You can’t change into those.” Caleb sighed as he evaluated his position. He had no leverage. He had never seen Miranda so upset. He knew he fucked up but it was only starting to hit him how bad he had fucked up. “Fine.” Caleb said in a defeated tone. “I was shocked at how painful the spanking was. I was literally crying half way through. Then to be put in the corner afterwards was just humiliating.” Miranda laughed. Caleb could tell she was not laughing because she thought this was funny. She was laughing because of how stupid Caleb had been. “How could you possibly think a spanking wouldn’t hurt? How could you think that standing in the corner with a spanked, diapered backside wouldn’t be embarrassing. That was the damn point Caleb.” “I didn’t like it” Caleb exclaimed. “Don’t get drunk, piss yourself and piss on the floor. And definitely don’t mouth off to someone who clearly has no problem doling out punishment.”  Miranda sighed clearly over everything. “Why did you let Janice diaper me? Caleb asked. “Let!?!. I didn’t let Janice do anything. You fell off the bed trying to go to the bathroom. We both ran in there worried that you had hurt yourself only to find you had pissed yourself and the floor. You got lucky. Janice asked me if I had a crib.” The shock on Caleb’s face only fueled Miranda’s anger. “If I had owned a crib you would have woken up in it. Honestly Caleb, you needed one last night. In case you didn’t know a crib is designed to keep babies from falling out of bed. Something most grown men don’t do.”. “I get it.” Caleb whispered. “I hope so because yesterday was fucking ridiculous”. “How can I make it up to you?” “I am not sure. But for now you’re going to sit here and do some actual reflection since your short stint in the corner didn’t do anything. I am going to the store and will be back when I calm down” Miranda went over and moved the high chair over to the corner and placed it where Caleb was facing it. She wiggled the tray to make sure it was still locked. Caleb heard her grab her purse and walk out the front door. Two hours later the sound of keys in the lock reached Caleb in the corner. He tried to twist around in the high chair, but the harness and the way the seat faced the wall gave him almost nothing.  Miranda didn’t speak. He heard her move into the kitchen, the quiet clink of the high chair key being separated from the rest of the ring, then footsteps approaching from behind. She took hold of the backrest and turned the entire chair away from the wall in one smooth motion. Caleb blinked against the sudden change in light and orientation. Miranda’s expression was unreadable. She unlocked the tray, lifted it free, and set it aside. The D-ring released with three soft clicks. The shoulder straps and crotch strap fell loose. “You can get out.” He stood carefully. The thick diaper sagged heavily between his legs.  It was clearly wetafter the two hours of enforced stillness. Miranda’s eyes flicked downward once but said nothing about it. Instead she pointed toward the living room. “Go sit on the couch.” “Can I change first?” “No.” To underline the answer she delivered a single firm swat across the seat of the wet diaper. The padding swallowed most of the sting, but the message was unmistakable. Caleb didn’t quite walk walk, probably more so waddled into the living room and sat on the edge of the couch, the saturated bulk forcing his posture awkwardly upright. Miranda followed at a slower pace and remained standing, arms loosely folded. “Any insights from the last two hours?” Caleb looked up at her, face open and tired.   “I’m sorry. For everything. The festival, the disappearing, the drinking, the carpet, this morning…..all of it. It was really fucking stupid. I handled every single part of it badly and I dumped it on you and Janice. I’m sorry.” Miranda studied him for a long moment. Some of the hardness in her expression eased, but not all of it. “Thank you. I accept the apology.” Relief flickered across his face. He almost smiled, the tension in his shoulders starting to drop. “I’m still really pissed about everything,” she continued, cutting the relief short. “So I’m taking a break from all of this shit for a while. The diapers. The high chair. The spankings. All of it. I don’t want this to become the entire shape of our relationship.” Caleb’s eyes widened.   “It isn’t. I swear it isn’t. And most of what happened yesterday and this morning was Janice!” “Leave Janice out of this.” Miranda’s voice stayed level but left no room. “Until further notice, I’m done with anything kink related. No diapers, no restraints, no spankings, no power exchange scenes. We go back to regular for a while. Clear?” He nodded, the motion small and tight.   “Clear.” “Go change. Throw the diaper away. Put your regular clothes on.  They should be dry by now.” She exhaled. “I’m staying here alone tonight. I need a little space.” The words landed like a physical blow. Caleb’s face fell.  The dejection was immediate and unguarded. “Are you… breaking up with me?” “No.” Miranda’s answer was firm and immediate. “I’m not breaking up with you. I just want a little bit of time to reset. That’s all.” He sat there for another second, absorbing it, then stood without further argument. The soaked diaper announced every step as he walked to the bedroom. Miranda stayed in the living room and listened to the sequence of sounds: the onesie being peeled off, the wet diaper tapes being ripped open, the soft heavy thud of the saturated bulk hitting the trash can, the rustle of clean jeans and a t-shirt being pulled on. A few minutes later he reappeared in ordinary clothes, hair still slightly damp at the temples from a quick splash of water, expression carefully blank in the way that meant he was holding a lot down. He paused near the door, keys already in his hand. “I’ll… talk to you later?” “Yeah,” Miranda said quietly. “Later.” Caleb nodded once, stepped outside, and closed the door behind him with a soft, final click. The apartment felt abruptly larger and much too quiet.  

I might be an outlier, but I discovered DL after being in a loving marriage for several years and then we discovered we both love it   I think, those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind 😉   I feel like being straightforward with your partner/potential partner is always the way to go   Also, that thing you mentioned about feeling safe and happy… it’s a wonderful feeling. Enjoy, my friend 🙂

Once you’ve experienced real diapers, going back to pull-ups, drugstore diapers, or even Tranq ATNs is completely unthinkable. The extra dollar is truly worth it! (We’re using BetterDry now) Whats your brand of choice and why?

Perfect idea! gymgoat69 actually sounds exactly like Marcus, someone from the outside wanting to control every situation he’s in but behind closed doors online he’s still the worst piece of filth, would be super interesting if when the investigation is done it’s found out it was Marcus. Marcus knows more then anyone else at this point.