Other Fetishes

just woke up to a soaked and messy mega max white. but its brown n yellow now lol  

I really love this story, it feels so like reality. However, did I miss it. Do they have security outside Avery's room? Also, when we finally have John get his comeuppance, I hope he is emasculated by the three sisters.

Somehow, I got a really strange feeling about Nat in this chapter, but I can't quite put my finger on it yet. It feels like the girlfriend from the story about the floating cities and the robot nanny. The girlfriend who wanted to sell our protagonists to rich weirdos. You say that this is a story where reality plays a bigger role, so I don't think it's anything that bad, but somehow I sense that something is wrong with Nat.

A soaked nighttime black MegaMax AirLock that is ready to burst. Time to shower then put on a striped Forsite. 

Chapter 29: Food Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe       Stumbling to the bathroom, I clutched the edge of my sink to balance myself so that I didn’t fall headfirst into the bath. Maybe I shouldn’t have been drinking last night, but Nat suggested we do so we can ‘watch that god awful fantasy movie of mine’. And maybe, to get my mind off the fact my girlfriend hated one of my favourite things… I may have drank a little too much and fell asleep in her arms on the sofa. I had awoken with a splitting headache and a sicky feeling… but I also found myself in the arms of this beautiful woman in my bed. Though apparently I had been drooling, something she had commented on when I woke up and moved around a bit… making me instantly blush and roll off the bed as quickly as possible to hide my embarrassment. “Come back to bed, babygirl.” Nat was clearly the better drinker of the two of us, as when I saw her sit up in bed, she did so without clutching her head or groaning or anything. If anything, she sounded like she was feeling fresh and awake already… and I swear she drank more than me! Whereas I needed something fatty sandwiched between two pieces of bread of any variety. Ideally bacon. With lots of ketchup. And maybe some paracetamol. And a good few hours to recover. What I’m saying is I’m hungry, and I’m still a lightweight when it comes to drinking.   It had been a couple of weeks since our lovely bakery date, and since then we hadn’t had a date outside of either of our apartments since. So I’ve been dropping hints for the past week or so, though I have to admit, I’m not very good at being subtle, so I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t have been much of a step up to just blurt out ‘PLEASE ASK ME OUT ON A DATE SOMEWHERE!’ to her. Because at this point, I had practically been begging her that all week. “Sweetie…” Nat whispered in my ear from behind, in her most mind-meltingly seductive voice, wrapping her strong arms around me, making me feel even smaller somehow. “Y… yeah?” “Manners…” she growled. “Y… Yes… Mama?” “That’s better, good girl. Now sweetie? How would you feel about going for a nice romantic meal on Thursday evening?” “Thursday? Wouldn’t it be better Friday?” “I can’t do Friday, sweetpea.” “Oh. Okay. Just… I’m working Friday so it means I can’t really drink or anything Thursday night.” “That’s okay, we don’t need alcohol for a nice date out. Plus if you drink too much you may flood the nappy you’ll be wearing…” “Wait, what? You want me to wear a nappy for the date?” “Of course, precious girl. You know how they drive me wild…” “Okay Mama…” I replied, blushing, trying my best to avoid her staring at me in the mirror from behind my back, grinning. “Good girl.” “What are you doing on Friday?” I asked. “I was hoping to maybe have a snuggly evening planned after a busy week at work.” “I promised my friends I’d meet with them, as it’s been a while since we last hung out.” “Can’t I meet them?” “Not yet, Baby. I want you all to myself for a little while longer…” My mind melted as she growled that into my ear, and my whole body felt like it was quivering with pleasure.   ------------------------------------------------------------------   Nearly a week later, I was all dressed up for our date… and I couldn’t stop worrying about the thick padding I had on under my gorgeous black sequin dress. I know from all angles it isn’t visible, though with it on I feel like everyone can tell just by looking at me… Pullups are one thing, they’re mostly discreet, however a cute, thick nappy with a babyish print is another thing. And that’s not even including my worries about my dress blowing up in the wind and revealing my padding to every passerby… or the restaurant going quiet as I walk through… crinkling… Thankfully, I had Nat to belay all my fears and worries. She was pretty good at that, I must admit. She was always so sweet and kind, and she kept reminding me that no one will be able to tell I’m ‘just a big baby’… …And now I can’t believe I’m even calling myself a big baby. Oh how things have developed in such a short amount of time. Especially given the fact I have no hesitation when using them anymore… When I first started wearing them, it was incredibly difficult to pee in them. Sometimes I’d have to go sit on the toilet wearing one, and hope that my body recognises it so I could let go. Sometimes that could take ages, with me just sitting on the toilet, fully padded, trying to concentrate just to have a piss. But after wearing so much since my time with Sam… I’m pretty much a pro at it now. Though I still can’t pee laying down (Nat does like to make me blush by stating ‘yet’ whenever I try to tell her I can’t do it laying down), I can go whilst walking now. And no, I haven’t done the… other thing… (though again, that’s just another ‘yet’ to Natasha). Honestly though? Not sure I’ll ever be okay doing that in my nap… na… my padding. She says I’ll enjoy it more than I think, but I’m still not sure. She’s been pretty insistent about it, so I doubt it’ll be much longer until I’m filling the back of my padding. She just has this effect on me. I can’t help but do as she asks… I don’t want to let her down. She was so good to me, so helpful, especially when Sam and I broke up. Or more accurately, I broke up with Sam. So the least I can do is be a good little girl for Nat. And hey, she doesn’t cross any lines with me. She knows my boundaries. She just pushes them a little bit. But yes, here we were, sitting at this little romantic table in this very romantic (and very pricey) restaurant. And I couldn’t feel any more out of place. Good job Nat was here taking charge, ordering for me, asking about wine, all that adulty stuff. I’m not exactly well versed in wine or fancy restaurants. I’m very much a ‘grab a burger and chips and the cheapest bottle of rosé because white and red are too strong for me’ kinda gal. I’m normally one to be taken to a pub or a cute little Italian restaurant, not this posh place where I felt like they could just sense the lack of wealth or status on me… Let's just say I am feeling a little uncomfortable right now… and none of it is being caused by the thick padding under my dress. If anything, I had completely forgotten about the nappy because I was feeling too anxious about everything else to worry about my padding. “You okay, babygirl?” Nat asked, as she sipped her bottle of a French white wine she ordered for the both of us that I couldn’t even begin to pronounce. I looked at my glass and felt bad because I had taken one sip and hated it. But of course I didn’t want to tell her that, she’s paying for it all, after all. Plus I can’t drink too much anyway because I have work tomorrow, and I’ve not been at this new job very long and it would look bad on me if I turned up with a hangover, so one glass is enough for tonight. Again, if Nat was available tomorrow, then I’d have drank more despite the bad taste, but tonight I had to be a good girl. “Yeah…” I replied, trying my best to not sound disheartened or anxious, but feeling like there was no force in the world that could prevent me from doing that right now. “What’s up?” Just as I was about to answer, our starter turned up… and it was… definitely something. “Oh that looks delicious!” Natasha said, as she looked over at my food, which she had ordered for me. Problem is… pretty sure I don’t like half the stuff in it. I’m a picky eater, what can I say… I thanked the waiter and he walked off, leaving us with our food. Picking up my knife and fork, looking at some tiny-portioned fancy meal thing that had meat in it… Yes, that’s all I could pick out. It had a bunch of other various colours or textures and I couldn’t tell what most of it looked like or what it contained. It didn’t even look edible. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciated how amazing it looked. It was extremely pretty. But I hadn’t eaten since lunchtime at work… and I was starving. And this was not going to sate my appetite. “Well go on then…” Nat said, trying to motivate me to try it at least. So try it I did.   Where’s my award? I deserve a damn golden trophy for acting. Not once did I break character and make it obvious how much I despised that food. But I managed it. I ate it all, like the good girl I am. Even Nat said I was a good girl too! And that I deserved a dessert for eating all my veggies. As a side note… THERE WERE VEGGIES IN THAT? HOW CAN ANYONE TELL? It was just a purple blob and some green mush and… I wouldn’t even feed a dog that! Yes, I have a very simple palate. Gimme some chips. A burger. Bacon sarnies. A roast dinner. A simple pasta meal. Pizza even! Not this garbage. But hey, I earned a dessert… …A dessert that ended up being just as pretentious as the main course. So by the time we were leaving the restaurant, her arm wrapped around my shoulder, escorting me out, I could feel my tummy rumbling, crying out for sustenance, wanting something that didn’t taste like crap. But I put on this fake smile for her. Because I didn’t want to upset her. She watched the fantasy movies with me, despite not liking them. I go to places like this, despite not liking them. Relationships are about compromises, right? Right?   As soon as she kissed me goodnight and helped me into the taxi, I waved back at her and smiled. “Where to, love?” the cab driver asked with a gruff voice, sounding like a stereotypical taxi driver. So I replied with the address to my apartment. …Then quickly changed my mind. “Actually, can you drop me off outside the kebab shop near there, please?”   Thankfully, the driver was clearly very understanding, asking me about the restaurant he had just picked me up from, and it appeared like he also had a simple palate like me and preferred a good steak and chips compared to the fancy stuff they serve at places like that, so he understood fully when I said I really needed a burger or a doner kebab or something. Just something filling and simple and tasty. Nat has been trying to get me to eat a bit more healthily. And I’ve been doing well! But I’ve been working all day, and then I had to sit through that date barely eating anything… I know I don’t look it with my petite physique, but this girl needs to eat a lot each day just to have the energy to do anything. Guess it’s a good metabolism or something, but I know I definitely need more food than what I’ve had today, so as I crashed into my apartment, kebab in hand, I practically threw it on the sofa as I shut the door behind me, hastily walked over to the fridge to get a fizzy drink to go with it, and rushed back over to my kebab, where I devoured it like a ravenous animal. She would’ve been so disappointed with me… but hey, what she doesn’t know can’t hurt her, right? Plus it’s my money. My body. One kebab won’t hurt me much. And I need to offset the enormous amount of healthy green nonsense (aka veggies… eww! Also… yes, I see how that makes me look even more like a toddler…) with something actually good. And by the time I finished? I regretted not putting on one of the pink bibs Nat bought me… as my mouth and top were covered in chilli sauce. Maybe next time…         ====================================================== Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! 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