Other Fetishes

Chapter 14 Jasper kept holding her for a long, quiet moment, their foreheads touching, her breathing slowly easing into a steady rhythm. Eventually, he kissed her temple and whispered, “Come to bed?” Melissa nodded, soft and sleepy, the weight of the evening settling into something warm and peaceful. They walked together to the bedroom, Jasper following Melissa, watching her walk in her new sleep wear. Her gait changed, as if uneasy. The sound the diaper made, a soft crinkle, warmed Jasper’s heart.  The earlier heat of the night had faded into something gentler, deeper—the kind of intimacy that came after honesty, not passion. Melissa climbed into bed first. Jasper slid in behind her, and the moment he settled, she naturally curled into him. Her smaller frame fit perfectly against his chest, like she had been shaped to rest there. Jasper wrapped his arm around her middle, drawing her close. He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t flinch at the soft crinkle when she moved. He simply held her, steady and certain, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “You good?” he murmured against her hair. Melissa exhaled, a small, contented sound. “Yeah. I really am.” He shifted just slightly, enough that she felt the warmth of him along her back, his breath brushing her neck. His hand slid beneath the hem of her shirt—not to tease, not to take anything further, but to find skin. Actual skin. A point of contact that said I’m here, you’re not alone. His palm rested on her breast, warm and protective, fingers splayed gently as if anchoring her in place. Melissa’s eyes fluttered shut at the touch. She felt her nipple harden. It wasn’t sexual. Or maybe it was. She didn’t know. But it was grounding. Comforting. A gesture of closeness she’d never been brave enough to hope for. She nestled closer, feeling the solid, steady presence of Jasper wrapped around her, his body curving naturally to shield hers. The warmth of him at her back, the strength in his arm around her, the quiet hum of his breathing… it all wrapped her in a security she’d never known before. She could feel Jasper’s crotch press against her diaper. It felt wonderful. “Jasper?” she whispered. “Mm?” “Thank you. For… all of this.” He pressed a soft kiss to the back of her shoulder. “Melissa, I love holding you. Everything else is just details.” Her throat tightened with emotion, but in the softest, sweetest way. She reached back just enough to touch his hand, threading her fingers lightly between his. Jasper’s grip tightened, gentle but sure. The room went still around them. Their breaths found the same rhythm. The weight of the day lifted piece by piece. And Melissa—wrapped in Jasper’s arms, safe and seen in ways she’d never imagined—finally drifted into sleep. A moment later, Jasper followed, holding her as if she were something precious and irreplaceable. He wondered at his overactive member, gently pressing against Melissa’s diaper. He wondered if it was the loose shorts or... - Jasper slept fitfully. He was afraid to move, lest he wake Melissa. Holding Melissa relaxed her, but also… created an inner tension within him as he slept. During their sleep each wiggled, adjusting their positions. Jasper could feel Melissa pressing back onto him, almost unconsciously. He found himself pressing back. Gently. And it created a warmth within him. Like a contradiction of arousal – because he was sleeping next to a very attractive girl, and care – because this girl had decided to display her vulnerability to him. And it made him fall in love with her. Melissa, on her end, slept the sleep of the innocent. Cocooned by Jasper, held at the heart – it was the breast, and embraced closely by a Jasper who had no qualms of pressing himself onto her – she loved that connection, she’d drift in and out of sleep in a sweet peaceful dream. Letting things take their course, letting nature take its course with her, letting her body adjust to the thick padding she had between her legs, and which Jasper seemed to be so fond of, wiggling against her in their sleep… - Jasper didn’t sleep deeply. He drifted in and out, awareness tugging at the edges of his dreams. Part of him was afraid to move too much, afraid he might jostle Melissa or disturb the quiet peace she had finally fallen into. She was nestled against him so completely that he felt responsible for keeping the world still for her. Even so, sleep had its own rhythms. Every so often, one of them shifted—just tiny, instinctive adjustments people make when they’re finding the right spot in bed. Melissa sometimes pressed back into him as she settled, a small instinctive nudge that made Jasper smile even in half-consciousness. And he’d shift too, curling closer around her without thinking. Their bodies moved in a silent, gentle choreography, finding comfort in each other even while asleep. Jasper wondered at his hardness pressing into Melissa’s diaper.  But it was also desire that pulled him closer. A deep tenderness mixed with arousal he wasn’t used to feeling with this intensity. Holding her like this—knowing she trusted him enough to fall asleep in his arms, knowing she’d shown him a part of herself she usually guarded—filled him with a warmth he didn’t have a name for yet. And he couldn’t ignore the effects it was having on his body. He realized, somewhere between dreams, that he was falling in love with her in ways he hadn’t quite understood until now. Melissa, for her part, slept with a softness that almost made Jasper forget to breathe. There was something profoundly sweet about the way she rested against him, entirely unguarded. She drifted in and out of little half-dreams, comforted by the steady rise and fall of his chest behind her, the warmth of his arm draped around her chest, and the gentle weight of his hand resting beneath her shirt. She felt safe. Wrapped up. Cherished. And she didn’t worry about the padding she wore. Not tonight. Jasper’s calm, unbothered embrace made her feel normal. Seen. Protected. Every small adjustment she made, every little shift as she got used to the bulky unfamiliar feeling, only reminded her that he had accepted this part of her without hesitation. Even pressing back on Jasper, confirming his arousal pressing against her – against her diaper, produced a slight smile as she dozed – and Jasper’s occasional slow press against her. Sometimes, when sleep pulled at her a bit lighter, she felt him tuck himself closer, as though his body was trying to reassure her even while unconscious. And she’d relax instantly, her breath slowing again, her hand finding his without even waking. The night settled around them like a blanket, warm and steady. Two people, tangled in trust. Two hearts learning to rest against each other. And sleep finally found them the same way they had found each other. Gently. Fully. Without fear. - Morning came slowly, sneaking in through the blinds in soft, gold stripes. Jasper woke first, his arms still wrapped around Melissa, their bodies curled together exactly as they had been hours earlier. For a moment he just watched her breathe. Her lashes fluttered. Her cheek pressed softly into the pillow. Her hair a sleepy, adorable mess. Her t-shirt, bunched up, exposing her wet diaper. He smiled into her shoulder. Melissa stirred a moment later, stretching gently before turning in his arms. Her eyes blinked open, hazy and sweet. When she saw his face so close to hers, she couldn’t help a shy grin. “Hi,” she murmured, voice rough with sleep. “Hi,” Jasper whispered back, brushing his thumb along her cheek. “Sleep okay?” Melissa nodded, then eased a breath. She already knew—her padding was warm and heavy with the night. But it was not like the Goodnite. She’d woken in a damp bed wearing those. But she was… dry. And normally that realization would tighten her chest immediately. But this time, as she became aware of it, the panic she expected simply… didn’t come. Jasper was still holding her. Still close. Still looking at her like she was someone precious. He noticed the flicker of worry in her eyes and leaned in to kiss her forehead softly. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “Everything’s fine.” Her breath softened, the uneasiness dissolving just as quickly as it came. “Thank you,” she said quietly. Jasper kissed her temple. Then her cheek. Then, when she turned toward him, their lips found each other—slow, tender, morning-soft. Melissa let herself sink into it, sighing against his mouth, her hands sliding up to rest against his chest. It was heated. It was urgent. It was two people greeting the day with affection they hadn’t fully admitted yet last night. The kiss deepened a little, warm and gentle, their breaths mingling. Jasper cupped her jaw. Melissa curled closer. She could feel Jasper’s hardness press against her – against her diaper. She was shocked at the feeling, and at how much she actually liked it. But the tension was there, it was all new to her. After a moment, she pulled back with a small, apologetic smile. “As much as I love this… I need a shower.” Jasper stroked her arm, still half-asleep, still looking at her like she was the best part of the morning. “Need a hand with the soap?” he asked softly, half teasing, half offering help in the most honest way he could. Melissa froze—not in fear, but in surprise. No one had ever said that to her before. Not gently. Not respectfully. Not like it was normal. She looked at him, really looked at him. Jasper’s expression was steady, open, free of judgment or expectation. There heat in his gaze. An intense desire behind those eyes – yet, with a laid back stance that said no pressure.   Her lips parted a little as she breathed in. The moment wasn’t big or dramatic. It was just real. Raw. Simple. Someone offering care because they loved her, not because they wanted anything from her. Slowly, Melissa nodded. “Yes,” she whispered. “I… would like that.” Jasper’s smile softened into something almost reverent. He sat up, brushing her cheek with the back of his fingers. “Okay,” he said quietly. “Then I’ll help.” Melissa’s shoulders relaxed. The tension she’d carried for years—years—melted away all at once. She reached for his hand, lacing their fingers together as if grounding herself in him. He squeezed back, gentle and sure. Together, they stood from the bed—still sleepy, still warm from each other, still wrapped in that soft morning light that made everything feel calm and safe. And for the first time in Melissa’s life, crinkling toward the bathroom wasn’t something she dreaded. It was something she faced with someone who loved her. Someone who saw her. Someone who stayed. - Jasper followed Melissa into the bathroom, closing the door behind them more out of habit than anything else. The morning light through the frosted window painted the room in soft gray-blue, gentle enough to make everything feel calmer. Melissa hesitated for only a second before slipping her thumbs over the waistband of her diaper. Jasper didn’t look away; he didn’t gawk either. His expression stayed neutral, grounded, respectful—like this was simply something she needed help with, and he was here for her. She eased the tapes off one by one. Jasper held out his hands automatically. “Here,” he said quietly. “I’ll take it.” Melissa stepped out of it carefully and handed it to him, cheeks still a little pink but eyes steady. Jasper didn’t flinch. He didn’t react at all beyond a small, reassuring nod. He helped Melissa slide the diaper from between her legs and took it from her. “Good job,” he murmured, remaining silent at the sight of the yellow padding. He laid the used diaper on the bathroom counter, then slowly rolled it into a neat bundle. His movements were simple, practiced in the way someone would care for something special. He folded the sides inward, wrapped it tightly, and sealed the bundle shut with the adhesive tabs. A small, compact ball. Clean. Discreet. Handled with dignity. “Perfect,” he said softly. “All done.” He popped the lid off the small bathroom trash bin and dropped it inside, washing his hands and wiping them on the towel Melissa had hung by the sink. No awkwardness. No discomfort. Just Jasper doing what needed to be done without hesitation. Melissa watched him with a gratitude so deep it made her chest ache. “You… make this so easy,” she whispered. Jasper stepped closer, brushing her hair back gently. “It is easy,” he said. “You’re with me.” Melissa’s eyes warmed. She reached for his hand. He squeezed her fingers then nodded toward the shower. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Jasper helped Melissa of her oversized t-shirt, and Melissa smiled sweetly as she bent down to help Jasper off his loose shorts. She smiled at Jasper’s state of semi-arousal. They stepped into the shower together—for intimacy, for heat, for closeness. For care. For the quiet comfort of sharing a space where walls didn’t matter anymore. The warm water hit their shoulders, steam rising around them as they stood close, bodies relaxed from sleep and trust. Jasper reached for the soap without comment, his movements calm and practical as ever, ready to help if she asked, patient if she needed space. “The sponge is on the shelf…”, Melissa murmured, looking back at Jasper. Jasper stepped closer. “Who needs sponges…”, he said rubbing the soap between his hands. He rubbed the soap between his hands, working it into a warm lather. Melissa felt the movement, watched the calm confidence in his face, and something in her chest loosened. Melissa felt Jasper’s hardness first against her back as he stepped forward and began lathering her shoulders. Melissa bit her lip as Jasper’s soapy hands caressed and rubbed her, sliding his palms down her sides, up her back, and stopped to add more soap. Melissa knew what was coming. When Jasper stepped forward again, his erection pressing against her again, she arched her back and allowed Jasper to wash her breasts.  Jasper did just that. He curved against Melissa as he reached forward, gently groping her, washing Melissa in ways that deemed it more than just a practical shower. More than just for washing. He let himself be drawn to Melissa, letting her guide him through her sighs, soft moans and eager nods, as his hands applied soap, warmth and excitement to Melissa’s skin.  Jasper’s overly attentive washing drove Melissa into an equally responsive reaction, and Jasper eventually held Melissa up as she finally shuddered onto his arms. Jasper steadied her instantly, hands firm but gentle at her waist. “Hey,” he whispered, leaning forward so she could hear him over the water. “I’ve got you.” Melissa was reaching up for him and kissing him in passionate sloppiness, as the shower still cascaded over them.  Melissa was giggling as she pushed herself upright, still a little wobbly from everything Jasper had just done to her. She brushed her wet hair back, cheeks flushed, and looked him over with a mischievous spark in her eyes. “Okay,” she said, breath still uneven, “your turn, I guess.” Jasper blinked, equal parts amused and curious. “I figured that was coming.” She nodded toward the spray and reached for the soap, fingers slick with water, grin widening.  Jasper inhaled as Melissa’s breast pressed against him – intentionally. She stepped closer with a little bounce in her step, the sort of shy-bold confidence she only showed him. Then she dropped down onto her knees in a suggestive way. She looked up at him, eyes sparkling, playful in a way that made Jasper’s pulse skip a beat despite himself. He felt a rush of heat climb up the back of his neck. “Oh-oh,” he muttered, rubbing a hand over his face. “That look is dangerous.” Melissa laughed, the sound bright and warm in the echo of the shower. “Relax,” she teased, lathering her hands with exaggerated care. “I’m just washing you.”   “Sure you are,” Jasper said, but he was smiling. His heart thudded harder than he expected, and his arousal showed it knew what was coming too. Melissa looked up at him and reached her soapy hands toward it. Jasper closed his eyes and let Melissa take charge. - The shower kept running warm around them, steam curling at their feet, while Melissa finished smoothing the last bit of soap off Jasper’s shoulders. Her hands slowed, softening into lazy, affectionate strokes rather than washing. He let out a spent breath, smiling down at her. “You’re thorough,” he teased. Melissa flicked a few drops of water at him. “You started it.” Jasper laughed, the sound loose and warm, the kind that only came after a night and morning filled with softness and heat. He caught her wrists gently and pulled her closer until her forehead rested against his chest. He felt himself almost stiffen again as he felt her wet body against his. They stayed like that, letting the water wash over them, not needing words. Everything felt quieter now—lighter. Their bodies felt loose, unguarded, content in the kind of way that only came from feeling deeply known and deeply safe. Melissa finally tilted her head up, eyes soft. “We’re ridiculous.” “Absolutely,” Jasper said. “And honestly? I kind of love it.” She rolled her eyes playfully, but her smile betrayed her. “Of course you do.” He kissed the top of her head. “Come on. We should get out before we turn into raisins.” “Speak for yourself,” she said, sticking her tongue out as she reached for the faucet. She shut off the water and shook her wet hair at him like a mischievous cat. Jasper blinked, sputtering. “Seriously?” “Absolutely seriously.” They stepped out onto the mat, dripping and laughing. Jasper reached for a towel and wrapped it around her shoulders, tugging her into a warm cocoon. Melissa retaliated by wrapping one around his waist in a lopsided attempt at dignity. Their laughter softened into quiet smiles, the kind that came from feeling completely at ease in each other’s presence. Melissa took his hand. “Ready for breakfast?” Jasper squeezed her fingers. “More than ready. But only if you sit next to me.” She rolled her eyes again, cheeks pink. “You’re impossible.” “Maybe,” he said, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “But you’re stuck with me now.”

Yes! The diapers have sort of created an extra bond. And of course, many more adventures to come. Thanks for commenting!

Hello to all, I am a new member here and would like to meet others and make friends .If interested besides my sissy baby side I have had the opportunity to be a caretaker to another baby I met on Fetlife and found I really enjoyed it ! Unfortunately I did not enjoy the dirty diaper changes so I have decided that will not be part of my caretaking activity in the future .Open to most everything else though .Hoping to meet others in the SA area .

The yuletide rituals are flying thick and fast now.  At around the same time the Royal family in the UK are booking their train tickets up to their Sandringham estate but before my beloved and our kids start arguing about Christmas day logistics it is time again for my annual skin cancer check. Nothing says “Christmas” in Australia quite like a malignant melanoma.  Whilst arguably no more lethal than a Mountbatten-Windsor hosted Christmas hunt, the difference here is that I actually hold an invitation to skin cancer.  In fact I’m a frequent flyer.  Go me… In another yuletide tradition, I yet again squibbed it and went for my inspection sans nappy. The general assumption of many “in the know” is that I’m actually incontinent by now but haven’t worked that out for myself.  Whilst I accept that systems are not exactly factory fresh in the downstairs waterworks department, brief nappy-free outings such as this confirm that continence is highly resilient and that a usable chunk of it remains. It was easier than last year.  This time a year ago I’d just moved out of Brisbane to my new regional coastal location.  Getting appointments at a dermatologist is even tougher than getting into the house of Windsor’s Christmas shindig so I’d stuck with my existing Brisbane practitioner reservation and made the 2 hour trip down there unattired.  I made it.  Just.  Interestingly I didn’t make it back but this was less of a problem as I’d put a nappy on in the medical centre toilet upon leaving. Back then I’d presciently booked my next check with a local practitioner.  Their waiting list was nearly a year anyway but this afforded me the opportunity of enjoying my 2025 skin check about 10 minutes’ drive from home. There is ZERO possibility of an adult nappy escaping the attention of any dermatologist with functional eyesight and since dermatologists with functional eyesight are my preferred kind, I chose again not to wear one.  I know that dermatologists are generally professional and polite but a part of me doesn’t care. Every year I have one of these things where I make a quiet pact with myself that it will be “ok” NEXT year if I wear a suitable-sober pull-up nappy assuming further declines in continence but when “NEXT year” rolls around it seems I find myself good for the gig wearing underpants.  I can accept the idea of dealing with practitioners nappy-clad due to actual continence issues but there’s something about rocking up in padding as a lifestyle choice that just crosses a line for me.  I can’t do it. Every year it seems a little stranger and my pants seem even emptier when I venture out “unprotected” as it were. It was only one hour spent nappy free.  December heat in combination with outdoor yard work and my general reluctance to run household air conditioning when home alone means that I’m usually mildly dehydrated anyway which makes the task of not peeing in my pants considerably easier. I was VERY conscious of myself, to the point of finding myself surreptitiously checking that I was still dry from time to time.  Upon reflection, the optics of this for others may not have been good.  I thought a lot about NOT peeing.  I’d conjecture that most vanilla folk don’t think much about not peeing but after nearly 7 years in nappies, somehow things get flipped around. In any case, my new dermatologist was young enough to be my daughter. Different to my old one, she was affable and friendly but similar to my old one, she wielded a spray can of liquid nitrogen as happily as a toddler would a crayon in an art gallery, freezing various bits of me off that somehow displeased her.  This is what happens when you take a body designed for the gloomy 50 degree latitude climes of Northern Europe and drop it down outside at 25 degrees whilst telling its owner to paint the outside of a house. The only faintly notable outcome was that upon my return I found that the front of my sole-remaining-and-greatly-dilapidated pair of underpants was ever so slightly damp.  This reminded me of my “Cyclone Alfred” experience earlier this year when although nappy-clad, I had decided to keep myself dry to simplify possible emergency extrication.  No matter how honourable my intent, there always seemed to be a small moist spot at the relevant location.  It was nothing like a bladder full.  If it WAS pee (as opposed to slightly elevated sweating), it had to be no more than a drop or three but it did seem odd. Today, all the freeze-burns have crusted over and I look like I’ve been shot-gun blasted with adhesive corn flakes.  At least none of the offending skin bits were in my nappy zone.  She had a good look at least around the edges down there.  I suppose it all being shaved and possibly having sudo-crem residue might seem odd.

I am also in San Antonio ( by the airport) and would love to make friends and meet others in the lifestyle .Very lonely sometimes wearing diapers without others to do it with.Anyone in SA interested in meeting?