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Tales from the Cribs “The Twinsies: From Debt to Diapers” by BabyDavy99 Alex and Elena thought they’d won the holiday of a lifetime: two weeks on a luxury private island, all expenses paid, a chance to finally breathe after years of crushing debt. They never imagined the real prize was permanent regression. This is the story of a loving husband and wife who arrived as adults… and left the nursery as the island’s most perfectly matched, thickly diapered Twinsies. Fair warning: heavy on diapers, Trainer sync, forced acceptance, and love that somehow survives (and thrives) inside the padding. Positive comments get extra powder and cuddles. Negative comments… well, the Mk4 remembers everything. 😈 Chapters 1–5 now posting. More coming soon. Come watch them learn that on Orchid Atoll, good babies get loved… forever.   The Twinsies: From Debt to Diapers (Part of the Orchid Circle Saga - Tales from the Cribs) Chapter 1: The Couple – Backstories, Love, and the Weight of Debt   In the bustling heart of Melbourne, where the Yarra River curved like a lazy smile through the city's veins, Alex and Elena Thompson lived a life that looked perfect from the outside. Alex, 32, was an architect with a sharp eye for modern lines and sustainable designs, working at a mid-tier firm called Urban Edge. Elena, 30, was an ER nurse at St. Vincent's Hospital, her shifts a whirlwind of blood, broken bones, and brief moments of triumph. They had met four years ago at a charity gala for the hospital, where Alex had been dragged by a colleague and Elena had been volunteering. He spilled a glass of red wine on her white dress; she laughed it off and handed him a napkin. By the end of the night, they were dancing under the string lights, talking about dreams that felt too big for their pockets. Alex's backstory was one of quiet ambition shaped by a childhood in the suburbs of Adelaide. Born to a single mother who worked two jobs as a cleaner, he had always been the kid who built forts out of cardboard and dreamed of skyscrapers. High school had been a grind, but he excelled in math and art, earning a scholarship to the University of Melbourne for architecture. Four years of undergrad, followed by a master's in sustainable design – that's where the debt started. $85,000 in loans, compounded by living expenses in a city that ate money like candy. He graduated in 2032, top of his class, and landed a job at Urban Edge straight out. The firm specialized in eco-friendly commercial buildings, and Alex thrived, his designs winning small awards for innovative water systems and green roofs. But the pay was modest – $92,000 a year after taxes – and Melbourne's cost of living was a beast. Rent for their two-bedroom apartment in Fitzroy was $3,200 a month, groceries another $800, and then there were the little luxuries they allowed themselves to feel normal: a weekend coffee run, a movie night. Elena's path had been harder, forged in the fires of determination and loss. Raised in a working-class family in Perth, she lost her father to a heart attack when she was 12, an event that ignited her passion for medicine. Nursing school at Curtin University was her ticket out – three years of undergrad, then a specialization in emergency care. Loans piled up: $102,000 by graduation in 2035. She moved to Melbourne for better opportunities, landing the ER job at St. Vincent's, where shifts were 12 hours of chaos but paid $88,000 annually. She loved it – the adrenaline of saving a child from anaphylaxis, the quiet gratitude of a stitched-up patient – but the debt was a shadow. Interest rates had climbed to 7.2 %, and minimum payments barely touched the principal. They had consolidated twice, but the total hovered at $187,000 combined, a number that kept them up at night. How they met was the stuff of rom-coms, but their love was real, raw, and resilient. At that gala, after the wine spill, Alex had offered to pay for dry cleaning. Elena had waved it off, saying, “It's just a dress. Tell me about your buildings instead.” He did, sketching a quick design on a napkin that looked like a flower blooming from concrete. She was hooked. Dates followed: walks along the Yarra, picnics in the Botanic Gardens, nights cooking pasta in her tiny apartment. They moved in together after six months, married after two years in a small ceremony at the registry office (no honeymoon – debt loomed). Alex proposed with a ring he'd designed himself, a simple band with an engraved orchid (his favorite flower, symbolizing beauty in unexpected places). But the debt was the silent killer in their marriage. It started small: student loans, a car loan for Elena's commute, credit cards for "emergencies" that became everyday. Alex's firm hit a slowdown in 2038, delaying bonuses. Elena's overtime dried up with hospital cuts. They argued about money – not yelling, but the quiet kind that eroded joy. $1,200 a month in payments, barely covering interest. They made plans: side gigs (Alex freelancing designs, Elena tutoring nursing students), budget spreadsheets, dreams of a house with a garden. But the numbers never added up. They entered every contest, every sweepstakes – "What if we win the lotto?" became their inside joke.   Then the envelope arrived: "Congratulations! You've won an all-expenses-paid trip to Orchid Atoll – a luxury couples retreat." They screamed, jumped on the couch like kids. It felt like fate. Two weeks of sun, sand, no worries. Maybe it would reset them, give them the energy to tackle the debt head-on. They had no idea their debt had been quietly purchased by Orchid Circle six months earlier, after Alex completed architectural consultations for the Blossom's expansion (unbeknownst to him, the "private client" was Tony Voss). Elena's ER work on a Legacy member's child had sealed it – they were the perfect pair: skilled, indebted, bonded.   As they packed, Alex kissed Elena's neck. “This is our fresh start, babe.”   She smiled. “No more spreadsheets for two weeks.”   If only. Chapter 2: The Excitement of Winning & The Arrival The win notification came via email first, then a lavish package delivered by courier: two first-class tickets to Singapore, then a private seaplane to "Orchid Atoll." Brochures spilled out – turquoise lagoons, glass towers shaped like flowers, promises of "unparalleled luxury and immersion." Alex and Elena stared at each other across the kitchen table, debts forgotten in the glow of disbelief. “We did it,” Alex whispered, pulling her into a hug. “Two weeks of paradise.”   Elena laughed, tears in her eyes. “No alarms, no bills, just us.”   They spent the next week in a whirlwind: work leave approved (Alex’s firm grumbled but relented; Elena’s hospital was short-staffed but happy for her “win”). Packing was light – swimsuits, sundresses, Alex’s sketchbook for ideas inspired by the island’s architecture. They made love that last night in their cramped apartment, whispering about the future: paying off the loans faster, maybe a real honeymoon someday.   The flight to Singapore was a dream: business class, champagne, Elena’s head on Alex’s shoulder as they watched clouds roll by. “This feels like someone else’s life,” she murmured.   In Singapore, a driver whisked them to a private hangar. The seaplane was sleek, black, no logos. The pilot, in mirrored aviators, nodded once and said, “Buckle up. Orchid Atoll awaits.”   The flight was two hours over endless blue. Elena pointed out dolphins below; Alex sketched the horizon. Excitement buzzed like electricity.   The island appeared like a mirage: five white petals of glass and marble radiating from a central spire, lagoons glowing turquoise, palms swaying in the breeze. The runway was a thin strip on one petal, the plane touching down smooth as silk.   Stepping out, the air hit them – salt, frangipani, something sweet underneath. A woman in a yellow sundress waited on the jetty. “Mr. and Mrs. Thompson? Dr. Sarah Morrow. Welcome to Orchid Atoll.”   The visuals were stunning: paths of crushed coral winding through manicured gardens, glass buildings that caught the sun like jewels, distant laughter from hidden pools. Elena squeezed Alex’s hand. “It’s like a dream.”   Sarah led them to the Blossom tower – the central spire, atrium a waterfall of living orchids. “Your suite is in Lotus Tower 2. Ocean view, private plunge pool.” Check-in was a marble desk floating in a shallow pool. Tablets with waivers: “Standard liability release for immersive activities.” They signed without reading closely – excitement blinding them.   Sarah smiled. “Enjoy your stay. Dinner at 20:00 in the Atoll Theatre. Dress code: resort casual.”   The suite was paradise: king bed overlooking the lagoon, fresh fruit, chilled wine. They made love on the balcony as the sun set, whispering “I love you” like a mantra.   First impressions: magical, luxurious, a world away from debt and drudgery.   If only they knew.   Chapter 3: Something's Not Right Morning after arrival: they woke tangled in sheets, sun streaming in. Breakfast on the balcony – tropical fruit, coffee, the lagoon sparkling. “Let’s hit the beach,” Elena said, slipping into a bikini. The path to the private cove was idyllic: palms arching overhead, orchids blooming in riots of color. The beach was white sand, water warm as a bath. They swam, laughed, made out in the shallows like teenagers. On the way back, the path curved through a shady grove – “Shady Grove Rest Area” on the map. That’s when they saw her… it… him. A figure on all fours in the underbrush, dressed as a cow: black-and-white spotted latex suit, hoof mitts on hands, hoof boots on feet. A large bell dangled from a collar around the neck, tinkling with every movement. A thick ring pierced the nose, glinting in the dappled light. Between the arms and legs hung massive, swollen breasts – full and veined, nipples pierced with bells that jingled softly. Alex averted his eyes first, but Elena whispered, “Wait… is that a tail?” It was – a long, swishing cow tail dangling between the legs, attached to… nothing visible at first. But as the figure shifted, they saw: no diaper, no clothes below the waist. The tail emerged from a plugged anus, and tucked close to the body was a tiny chastity cage, locking away a distinctive cock and balls. It was a man. The “cow” lowed softly, grazing on a patch of grass, breasts swaying, tail flicking. A handler nearby in black linen held a leash loosely, smiling at the couple. “Morning! Enjoying the Dairy Wing exhibit?” Alex stammered, “Uh, yeah. Beautiful island.” They hurried past, hearts pounding. Back at the suite, Elena burst out laughing – nervous, shocked. “What the hell was that?” Alex paced. “Some kind of role-play? The invite mentioned immersive activities.” Elena shook her head. “That looked… real. The cage, the breasts… did you see how full they were?” They discussed it over lunch (poolside, waitstaff in linen bringing salads and cocktails). Alex googled “Orchid Atoll” on his phone – nothing but the resort site. Elena tried “cow costume island retreat” – zip. “Probably just kink stuff,” Alex said finally. “Rich people being weird. Let’s not let it ruin the trip.” Elena agreed, but her smile was forced. They napped, swam again, tried to forget. But the image lingered.   Chapter 4: The Dinner & The Awakening Dinner was in the Atoll Theatre – a sunken marble circle under the stars. They dressed casually: Alex in linen shirt and shorts, Elena in a sundress. The menu was exquisite: wagyu, fresh seafood, wines from vineyards they couldn’t pronounce. But halfway through, the world tilted – dizziness, nausea. “The wine,” Elena whispered, clutching Alex’s arm. They passed out at the table. Woke in darkness. Naked. In separate cages – steel bars, padded floors, no room to stand. Panic hit like a wave. Alex rattled the bars. “Elena?!” “I’m here!” Her voice from the next cage, trembling. They reached through the bars, fingers touching. A light flicked on. Sarah stood there, flanked by handlers. “Thank you for re-joining us,” Sarah said, voice warm and maternal. “I trust dinner was to your liking?” Alex banged the bars. “What the hell is this? Let us out!” Elena sobbed. “Please, this is a mistake!” Sarah raised a hand, silencing them. “Let’s talk about debts, shall we? The ones we all owe. Not just money – though yours are impressive. No, the deeper ones: to society, to fate, to the choices that led you here. Every life is a ledger, Alex, Elena. Yours were in the red long before you boarded that plane. But don’t worry – we’re here to balance the books.” She paused, smiling. “Oh, and for your debts – the student loans, your credit cards, all of them… sorted! Well, sorted with the companies you owed money to.” Elena’s voice shook. “What do you mean?” Sarah’s smile widened. “Orchid Circle acquired them. Every cent. We own your debt now. And since you can’t pay – not in this lifetime – we own you. Indentured property, as the old laws called it. You’ll work it off here, on the island. Productively. Permanently.” Alex roared, slamming the cage. “You can’t do this! We’ll sue, we’ll—” Sarah laughed softly. “Sue? With what? Your old lives are erased. Phones wiped, accounts closed, families notified of your tragic ‘accident’ at sea. You’re ghosts now. Our ghosts.” Handlers stepped forward. On a table between the cages: two Mk4 Trainers, pink worms glistening under the light. Sarah picked one up. “These are your new bosses. The Mk4 Trainer. It goes inside, deploys, and teaches you right from wrong, good from bad. Obey, and it feels like love. Resist, and it feels like hell.” They fought – screaming, kicking as the cage doors opened. Alex first: two handlers pinned him face-down, ass up. Sarah lubed the probe dramatically, letting it drip. “Relax, Alex. Architects build things. This builds you.” He clenched, thrashed. The probe pressed against him – cold, insistent. Pushed. He felt it wriggle in – inch by inch, ribs catching, bulb popping past the rings. Filaments unfurled like fire inside. Elena next: her screams higher as they held her down. The second probe slid in slow, Sarah narrating: “There, Elena. Nurses heal. This heals your pride.” Pop. Flutter. Sarah stepped back. “We know all about you. Alex’s designs for our Blossom expansion – brilliant, by the way. Elena’s ER shift saving Tony Voss’s grandchild. You were chosen. Debts bought. Lives rerouted.” Handlers wheeled in two thick diapers (16,000 ml, matching pink/blue bunny prints). Alex tore at his – tapes unbreakable. Elena clawed hers – sealed like steel. Frilly baby dresses next (short, exposing the diapers). Medical person laughed: “Cutest twinsies! We’ll sync your Trainers – one wets, both wet; one poops, both poop. If one gets fucked or fisted, the other feels every thrust.” Cages wheeled to a holding room – dim, padded walls, two cribs waiting. Doors locked. The Trainers deployed – cramps as filaments spread. Takes a couple of hours to fully activate, Sarah had said. They clung through the bars, waiting for hell.   Chapter 5: The Holding Room & The First Night The cages were rolled into the holding room side-by-side, close enough that their bars almost touched. The door locked behind them with a heavy, final clunk.   Alex and Elena immediately reached through the gaps, fingers interlacing desperately.   “I love you,” Alex whispered, voice cracking.   “I love you too,” Elena sobbed back, tears already streaming.   Alex’s grip tightened. “Listen to me. We’re getting out of this. We’re smart. We’re strong. We’ll find a way off this island. I promise.”   Elena shook her head, fresh tears falling. “She said they told our families we’re dead. My mum… my brother… the hospital… they think we’re gone. They’re grieving right now.”   The words hit Alex like a punch. He swallowed hard.   “Then we get back faster. For them.”   He rolled onto his back in the cramped cage, brought both feet up, and started kicking the lid with everything he had.   BANG. BANG. BANG.   “HELP! SOMEBODY! LET US OUT!”   The acrylic bars didn’t budge.   He kicked harder, screaming until his voice cracked, feet already bruising against the padded lid.   Elena curled into a fetal ball on her side, arms wrapped around her knees, rocking gently.   “Why us?” she whispered. “What did we do?”   Thirty minutes of pure rage.   Alex’s kicks slowed, then stopped. He was panting, chest heaving, feet throbbing.   An hour of silence followed.   They lay on their backs, arms stretched through the bars, fingers still locked.   At some point exhaustion won.   They slept.   Elena woke first.   A strange fluttering deep in her bowels – like butterflies made of ice and fire.   Then pressure.   Sudden, overwhelming, impossible to ignore.   She clenched with everything she had.   The Trainer cramped her – a cold, vise-like twist that folded her in half.   She gasped.   Second wave – no warning.   Her body pushed.   Warm, thick mess surged out of her, spreading fast across her bottom, filling the seat of the diaper in heavy, unstoppable waves.   The smell hit instantly: sharp, humiliating, unmistakable.   Before she could process, Alex’s eyes shot open beside her.   He made a strangled sound.   His own bowels emptied in perfect sync – the same warm, heavy rush, the same squelch as the diaper filled.   His bladder followed without permission, hot urine soaking the front while the mess continued in back.   Elena’s bladder released a heartbeat later – the Trainer forcing them to mirror each other exactly.   The diapers swelled together, sagging under the sudden weight, the plastic backing stretching with soft crinkles.   They both rolled away instinctively, backs to each other, trying to hide the shame.   But there was no hiding.   The mess spread as they moved – warm, sticky, coating every inch.   An hour passed – maybe two.   The warmth cooled to clammy discomfort.   Then Elena felt it again: bladder pressure, sudden and urgent.   She clenched.   Cramp.   Gave in.   Hot urine flooded the front, soaking the already swollen padding, spreading warm between her legs, up her lower belly, and around to mingle with the mess in back.   And then the reward hit.   A pulse from deep inside (right behind her clit, radiating outward) pleasure so intense her vision whited out.   Her body arched in the cage, hips rocking involuntarily into the soaked diaper.   She came (hard, shaking, moaning into the padded floor).   Mere seconds later Alex gasped, his own flood triggering, the same reward crashing through him.   They climaxed together (ruined, diapered, helpless) the Trainer syncing their bodies perfectly.   When it faded, they sat up slowly.   The movement squished the mess further – thick, lumpy, coating everything.   They looked at each other through the bars.   Elena mouthed silently: I love you.   Alex answered the same, tears in his eyes.   They had no idea Sarah watched from the observation window, smiling like a proud mother.   Fresh meat, using their diapers for the first time.   The Trainer fully engaged.   The night wore on.   Laxatives and diuretics from dinner hit in waves.   Every hour – sometimes less – one would void, and the other followed instantly.   Wet. Mess. Reward. Orgasm.   Again.   And again.   By morning the diapers were catastrophes swollen to bursting, sagging heavily between their legs, the plastic backing stretched thin and shiny.   They had climaxed at least a dozen times each – one triggering the other in perfect, humiliating harmony.   They drifted in and out of exhausted sleep, hands still interlaced through the bars.   The holding room smelled of urine, mess, and something new: Surrender.   The Trainers purred inside them, warm and patient.   The couple held on to love.   But the island was already teaching them what love would feel like from now on:   Thick.   Warm. Wet.   And completely, utterly out of their control. Little Alex & Little Elena Formerly Mr & Mrs Thompson Now just two more matching, messy babies waiting for their first real change.   The story has only just begun...  

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With Kat making a startling discovery and Alice having no idea how to react. She does the only thing she can think of.  --- Every update I post is available on my Ream and SubscribeStar pages one week before it is posted everywhere else. For $5 you can see everything I post before the rest of the diapered world. For $10 you can see every update early plus EVERY exclusive story I have written. That's 35 stories available ONLY on my subscription pages and nowhere else! I rely on my wonderful subscriber's support to be able to write like I do. Writing is my only income and the money I earn goes to help paying the bills, food and everything else my wife and I need. Everyone's support is HUGELY appreciated, without it I would have to find other work and I wouldn't be able to write nearly as much as I do, maybe at all. So thank you to everyone who checks out my subscriber pages and considers supporting me ❤️  https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- I froze. I couldn’t even look up at Kat. The secret I had been so desperate to keep was out, there was nothing I can do to undo what was happening. Kat was looking at me in shock, she had seen enough of me in college to know I hadn’t been wearing anything like this then. “Alice?” Kat said, “What’s…” “I’m sorry!” I yelled suddenly. Panic flooded through me. My brain was going a million miles per hour, but my mouth was struggling to move at all. Tears filled my eyes, “I’m… I’m sorry!” Before Kat could start laughing at me or taking photos to show our mutual friends I turned forwards and ran. I heard Kat calling for me but, as the tears ran down my face, I couldn’t hear anything except my own humiliation pulsing in my ears. I saw Kat rush to the bottom of the stairs as I ran up the stairs two at a time. I didn’t stop until I reached me bedroom and closed the door behind me as if it would erase everything behind me. That was it. The last tenuous string holding me to the grown-up world had been cut right there and then. Kat would be leaving and, if I was lucky, I would never hear from her again. Otherwise, I could probably expect the news of my embarrassing secret to spread across social media until everyone at my previous college knew my embarrassing truth. I saw thumbnails of videos on social media making fun of me, news programmes using me as the light-hearted, comedy segment at the end of the show… “Alice?” I heard Kat cautiously calling for me from halfway up the stairs. I stayed silent against the door. The footsteps continued up the stairs to the landing and I closed my eyes. Why couldn’t Kat just leave? What more did she want? “Are you up here?” Kat asked loudly. I heard Kat tentatively pushing doors and looking inside the rooms for me. I slumped down to the ground with my back to the door and saw the handle move as Kat tried to open it. Kat didn’t move on from the door, instead she stayed outside seemingly quite unsure what to say or do. After a few seconds I heard her lean against the door and sink into a sitting position as well. “Alice? Could you just let me know you’re alright?” Kat asked. It sounded like she was worried. I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t physically hurt, but mentally and emotionally I wasn’t so sure. I was so utterly humiliated. I couldn’t understand why Kat hadn’t left. Did she just want to torment me even more? “Just… go away.” I eventually said as I slumped in defeat. “I just want to know what’s going on.” Kat said, “Are you OK?” “I’m fine.” I quickly snapped, “Happy?” I knew I shouldn’t be mad at Kat, none of this was her fault, but I couldn't help it. I hadn’t invited her here. If she had just stayed away, I could’ve avoided this whole embarrassing situation. I sniffed back my tears and wondered if my occasional sob was loud enough to be heard through the door. Kat didn’t move away no matter how hostile I was being. “I saw the…” Kat stopped for a couple of seconds, “Did you want to talk about it?” “No.” I said shortly. “You’re not ill or anything right?” Kat’s voice was full of concern, I could hear that through the door, “You’d tell me if you were?” “I’m not ill.” I replied with a sigh, “At least I don’t think I am.” There was another silence. I didn’t need Kat to speak to know what she was thinking. If there was nothing physically wrong with me then why was I wearing diapers? I didn’t have an answer that would spare my blushes. “Look, I don’t care about what you’re wearing.” Kat eventually said, “I just want to make sure you’re OK.” “You… You don’t care?” I replied. It was such an alien concept. If she didn’t care, then she seemed to be the ONLY one who didn’t. “No.” Kat said firmly, “You’re my friend and I want to help you. I take it this is why you’ve been ignoring me on messenger.” “Sorry…” I replied quietly. There was another silence. I could tell Kat was letting the silence stretch on in the hope I would supply her with some information. She wasn’t being nosy, I knew that much, she was genuinely concerned and wanted to help and comfort me. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything though, I was simply too ashamed. Eventually I heard her getting to her feet. I looked over my shoulder at the door. “I’ll give you some space.” Kat said, “I’m always here for you, alright? We’re friends through thick and thin.” I didn’t say anything. Honestly, I didn’t know what to say. After getting mocked and laughed at from every angle by people who discovered my diapers, I felt like I was completely prepared for those reactions. The reactions I wasn’t prepared for were ones of support and compassion. My brain struggled to process them. “You can always give me a call or poke me on messenger.” Kat finished with a soft voice, “No matter what’s going on.” With that I heard Kat’s footsteps head to the stairs. I could feel the floorboards creak and I sat in stunned silence. Suddenly I felt very stupid at myself. I’d become so mistrustful of everyone that I had even distanced my best friend, the only person in the world who seemed willing to support me even though I seemed to be regressing to a dumb baby. I quickly stood up and fell against the door in my haste. I opened the door and ran to the top of the stairs. “Wait!” I called out. Kat was halfway down the stairs. She turned to look at me, I could see the worry etched on her face and it made me feel even worse. How could I have done this to my best friend? How could I have made her worry so much? “I… I want to talk to you.” I stuttered. Kat’s face broke into a tentative smile, and she turned around to come back up. I waddled back to my bedroom and waited inside. My heart was hammering so hard I thought it might break my ribs. Sure, Kat had said she would support me no matter what, but I was about to test that theory. Loyalty was easy to talk about but when put into practice it could be a lot more brittle. It would be one thing if the diapers were a result of a medical condition, it felt like the truth was quite another. I waited, facing the doorway but looking down at the floor. Kat walked in and closed the door behind her. There was no one else in the house but it made things feel more intimate, that it was just between the two of us. I took a deep breath and then, after several false starts, I started relaying the story. Kat stood still and listened. I left out some of the more embarrassing elements, I didn’t tell her about the spankings or anything else that was remotely childish, and I certainly didn’t tell her how public a lot of my accidents had been. I focused on the crux of the matter which was my many accidents. I felt like I was out of breath by the time I finished. I unloaded a lot of incidents of embarrassment on to my friend who patiently listened. I don’t know how I managed to keep from crying. I thought that maybe if I gave enough examples about how useless I am Kat would realise I was beyond saving and leave. Maybe I was trying to push her away, get her to leave and never come back so I wouldn’t have to shame myself in front of her more than I already had. I couldn’t understand, as I neared the end of my story, how Kat was still sitting next to me on the bed. “And… that’s everything.” I finally said. I felt slightly out of breath. I had been talking quickly and not taking deep breaths. Kat stayed where she was. She looked shocked and I waited for it. I closed my eyes and waited for her to laugh, to make fun of me, and to abandon me. I tensed up ready for the next emotional hammer blow. Instead, I felt her arms wrapping around me as she scooted up close and hugged me. “I can’t even imagine…” Kat whispered sympathetically, “I’m so sorry this has all been happening to you.” I was stunned. I hadn’t expected that. I felt a lump in my throat and my eyes welled up. The small show of compassion had taken me by surprise and now I was struggling to hold back the tears that wanted to fall. I was just about to give in to them and hug my friend back when I heard a key entering the lock in the front door. My eyes flew wide, and I stepped back away from Kat. “Shit!” I swore. In all the excitement I had forgotten that Mom had been due home, and I had desperately wanted Kat to be out of the house before that, “You have to go!” “What? Why?” Kat frowned in confusion. She seemed surprised that right after our little breakthrough I was quickly chivvying her away. When I had regaled Kat with the many embarrassments, I had suffered I had been careful to minimise Mom’s involvement in it. I don’t know why, I guess I just didn’t want to look like an even bigger loser who was controlled by their Mom despite being in their twenties. I didn’t want Kat to see Mom as a bad person either. Mom was harsh, she always had been, but she was trying to help me. It wasn’t Mom’s fault I kept need correction. I didn’t want Kat to worry more. “Come on.” I muttered. I pulled Kat by the arm to the stairs. Mom wasn’t visible at the bottom, but we wouldn’t have long, she would expect to check and change me soon. “I don’t understand…” Kat said. I tried to get her to be quiet, but her confusion was understandable. We had just reached the bottom of the stairs, a few small steps from the door when I heard Mom clearing her throat. I froze in place. It was too late. My hope that I would be saved the humiliation of Kat seeing what was happening at home started to crumble. “Ah, there you are.” Mom said. She turned her head to look at Kat. I wondered if the slight narrowing in her eyes was something that really happened or was just my imagination, “And who do we have here?” “Mom… this is Kat. One of my friends from college.” I said slowly as I turned around, “Kat, this is my Mom.” “Nice to meet you.” Kat said with a smile as she stepped forwards. “And you.” Mom looked at me and her lips thinned, “If you had told me we were having guests I would’ve prepared something special.” “Oh, you do-…” Kat started. “That won’t be necessary.” I quickly interrupted, “Kat was just leaving.” I pulled the handle of the front door and let it open. I started ushering Kat towards it before she’d even got her shoes on. Outside I could see it had started to rain heavily. I felt bad trying to make my best friend leave into such bad weather, but it was better than the alternative. “Nonsense.” Mom said. She stepped forwards and closed the door again. She turned to Kat with an apologetic smile, “You’ll have to forgive my daughter, she can be very rude. Please, would you like to stay for dinner?” “That would be nice.” Kat replied. She was looking back and forth between me and Mom, probably trying to work out what was happening. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Mom and Kat started walking towards the dining room, my friend looked over her shoulder at me with concern on her face. I remembered the state of my diaper and realised I needed to be changed. There just didn’t seem any way to do it without Kat noticing. I had no choice. I would have to stay in this wet diaper until after dinner and ask for a change when Kat left. In the meantime, I could only hope Mom wasn’t going to embarrass me. --- If you enjoyed this and would like to see the next part of the story RIGHT NOW you can do so on my SubscribeStar and Ream pages: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mdh29ek3e3dbbd/chapter/mir8jev1fe6ae618 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2211484

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