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Chasing Emily perhaps would fit, since it alternates between POVs.

Opps😊 Appologis for my reading on a phone a wearing glasses. That is supposed to say I HAVE NOT had the courage to bring it up with my new GP

Chapter 3, The First Day I hadn’t expected it to feel so real. I mean, sure, I’d signed a silly bet and stepped into a diaper, on a dare basically, but somehow I thought it would stay in the realm of jokes. Light teasing. A few laughs. A chance to laugh at myself. But by late afternoon, reality had a different tone. The diaper wasn’t just bulky. It was there, constantly. Warm, snug, and crinkling with every step I took. Under my jeans, it pressed against me whenever I sat down or bent forward, and the padding reminded me of its presence in ways I couldn’t ignore. I found myself adjusting constantly, and there was no real way to get comfortable. And I couldn’t exactly forget what I was wearing. Not with Tessa humming cheerfully every time she passed me in the hallway, or Emily calling out a teasing “How’s the padding, sweetheart?” from the kitchen. Still, I tried to act normal. I helped prep dinner: pasta with garlic butter, fresh greens, and wine for the ladies, water for me. We ate together at the old wooden dining table near the windows. Emily kicked me under the table gently as we talked, her smile warm and easy. But her eyes flicked toward my lap more than once, and I could feel the heat in my face every time she did. Then, at some point between the salad and the second round of bread, I really had to pee. Badly. And that's when the weight of the situation hit me. There was no decision to make. There was no option. The diaper was there, strapped to me like a quiet, padded truth. I couldn’t sneak it off. I couldn’t use the toilet without breaking the bet. And asking them? That wasn’t even on the table. I sat in my chair, fidgeting slightly. I tried to tell my body that I was in control, that I was an adult, and that this was just a temporary arrangement. But the body is a stubborn thing. I felt the first hint of it. A tiny, rebellious trickle that defied years of disciplined habit. My muscles clenched instinctively, fighting the urge, trying to hold onto a sense of dignity. I sat there, rigid and sweating, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I was fighting myself, battling a lifetime of being "proper". It started small. A trickle. A tiny warmth. Eventually the release took over. A warm, heavy sensation that flooded the padding beneath me. I felt the diaper swell, growing thick and sodden against my hips, the heat of it spreading. I shifted in my seat, a futile, desperate movement to hide the expression on my face, but the sensation was too pervasive to mask. I sat there, paralyzed, as the realization set in: I wasn't just wearing the diaper, I was using it. I felt like a toddler, caught in the middle of a conversation, too distracted or too lazy to excuse himself. I wanted to crawl under the table and hide, but I couldn't move. I just sat there. But they didn’t say anything. Not right away. Tessa waited until the plates were being cleared before she glanced over and said, ever so sweetly, “Is someone feeling a little soggy?” Emily turned, giving me a knowing look. “You were wiggling a bit.” “I, uh…” I stammered. “Maybe. A little.” “Good boy,” Tessa said brightly. “You let us know when you’re ready for a change.” “I’m ready now.” “After the dishes,” she said with a wink. Ten minutes later I was back on the bed. Stripped from the waist down, my legs held up by the firm, unyielding grip of Tessa’s hands. My face was burning with a shame I couldn't quite shake, even as I tried to maintain a stoic expression. Then came the wipe. It wasn't just a quick dab. It was a deliberate, clinical movement. The wet wipe was freezing, a sharp, biting sensation that sliced through the lingering warmth of the accident. Tessa didn't rush. She worked with a focused, maternal precision, sliding the cloth thoroughly between my cheeks, ensuring every trace of the moment was scrubbed away. “Honestly,” she said, pausing to glance at the neat, trimmed hair between his legs before continuing her work. “Since you’re going to use your diapers, it’s a good thing to at least try to keep yourself tidy.”  Her voice was light but carrying an unmistakable edge of authority. She didn't look up, her eyes fixed on her task. “I didn’t have much choice,” I muttered, my voice sounding thinner than I wanted it to. I stared at the ceiling, trying to ignore the way the cool air hit my skin, making me feel even more exposed. “Of course you didn't,” Emily said, her voice a soft, melodic contrast to Tessa’s bluntness. She was standing right beside the bed, her hands resting on the edge of the mattress. She wasn't laughing anymore; instead, she wore a look of calm, quiet observation. She held the next diaper in her hands.  A thick, pristine white slab of padding that looked dauntingly large. “That’s what they’re for, honey. To catch the mess so you don't have to worry about it.” She leaned forward, her eyes meeting mine, and for a second, I saw the look of a woman who knew exactly how much power she held in that moment. “Now, hold still,” Tessa commanded, her tone shifting from playful to maternal as she reached for the powder. Tessa powdered me again, more lavender, more humiliation, then taped me up neatly and patted the front like she was proud of her work. “All fresh,” she said, tugging my shirt down to my belly. “Try to stay dry until bedtime. Or don’t.” I shuffled back into my jeans and rejoined them in the living room, trying to act like everything was normal. By the time the sun set, I was back to squirming. We played cards and drank tea, the fire crackling in the hearth and casting warm light across the room. But the diaper was wet, soaked actually. I’d used it twice and it was starting to sag beneath me. When Emily noticed, she stood and quietly said, “Bedtime, I think.” Tessa brought out the bottle of powder and a folded diaper like it was routine. This time, Emily handled the change. She was slower than Tessa, gentler, but no less thorough. She wiped me clean, lifting my legs with care, and murmured soft encouragements the whole time. “There we go. Almost done. See? Not so bad.” I didn’t respond. I couldn’t.   The room was dim, the blankets pulled up to my waist. I lay back against the pillows, a little stunned, wrapped in softness and powder, and somehow completely defeated. That’s when Emily sat beside me and held out the bottle. It was warm and full, with a soft, flexible nipple already coated in milk. “Here,” she whispered, brushing my hair back. “You earned this.” I hesitated, glancing toward the door. “She’s in her room,” Emily said. “This is just us.” I took the bottle and held it for a second, unsure what to do. But Emily didn’t move. She just smiled and gently urged the tip to my lips. When I let it in, the milk was warm and sweet. I drank slowly, blinking at the ceiling, not speaking. Emily held the bottle for me, cradling the back of my head as if she’d done it a hundred times. “That’s it,” she said. “Such a good boy today.” My cheeks burned at her words. But I didn’t pull away. Instead, as the bottle emptied and my body relaxed, I began thinking. If there were twenty-eight diapers in the pack… and we were only on day one… I needed to start drinking more. A lot more. The sooner I ran through those diapers, the sooner this madness would end. Wouldn’t it?

Well, it's Monday, so here's another chapter of Fae Love! No real content warnings either, surprisingly enough. Now, here's the chapter:   -   Chapter Five: Worst Enemies of All   -   Tansy felt her wings glow with energy as the four made their way into the fae world, the first time she had been there in God knows how long.   The dull grays that had been there when she deigned not to hide her wings became colorful rainbows again, as the vibrant world of flowers, plants, and nature as a whole gave them life, away from the dullness of the human world. The Court was stepped in ivy, trees, bushes, and high grass that most fae - with goblins and kobolds being notable exceptions, since they didn’t have wings like most fae did - weren’t even touching. The portal there seemed to be a common one, as a lot of different types of fae were rushing from one place to another.   Still, her wings were fluttering nervously, as she carried the sleeping fae girls, Stuart and Cyrus, no, wait: Savannah and Corrine. She was barely getting used to them being little girls, let alone their new names, and less still being her little girls   “Hail Her Majesty, the Queen of An Cúirt,” a two-foot tall, pure-white kobold in a crisp red suit and a tie squeaked in a feminine tone before bowing, revealing a bit of cleavage.   From what Tansy recalled, the little lizard-like humanoid fae were mostly servants, were the weakest of all the fae species…save for their draconic heritage, which separated them by breath, this one being able to breathe ice.   She had a faint recollection of this particular kobold. He was a transman, was at her birth, and his name was…   “Lapis?” she asked.   “You remember my name!” the kobold squeaked in shock. “I didn’t think you’d remember, Tansyleaf; it’s been so long, and I wouldn’t be surprised, had you forgotten.”   “It has,” she admitted before she gave a warm smile to the kobold. “But I could never forget you.”   “Oh, and you gave birth to these two adorable little half-fae girls!” Lapis said.   “That, I did,” Tansy lied.   “Oh, that’s exciting news! This is the best news I’ve had all day! OH, and Your Majesty, there’s been a lot of discussion since you left the meeting early…”   “I had to leave for Tansyleaf. It has been some time since she has been back in An Teach de Goléer Fae. She has wanted to come back with her children but has not had an opportunity. I shall speak of it more in private with you.”   The kobold touched his nose with a claw, bowing again, before teleporting away from the area.   “What was that nose touch?” Tansy asked in confusion.   Vulperia sighed. “Lapis Paleclaw was saying he understood with the claw-to-nose gesture of kobolds. You should really learn to understand more about our culture.”   “I get that,” the young half-fae huffed. “But if he’s a transmale, then…”   “Why have the moonlight daisies and binding powder not been used on him?” Her mother sighed. “Were the bigotry and racism not there, I would grant the wish of Lapis in less than a heartbeat, but he understands more than anyone that he cannot change who he is.”   “Still, the dysphoria…I can’t imagine-”   “No, you cannot imagine what my aide struggles with every day. But he understands why he cannot do that, which is more than some fae can say.” Vulperia’s tone was bitter.   “Queen of An Cúirt, welcome back!” A female fae, her wings shining all shades of blue, her black hair perfectly done, and wearing a black dress with starlight woven into it, curtsied to her before turning to Tansy, her glowing sky-blue eyes narrowing. “I do not know who these half-fae are. May I ask?”   “You may, Spring.” Vulperia’s tone was polite, but Tansy immediately noticed the wariness behind it, as her mother passed the baton to her.   “I am Tansyleaf Cinnamoncloud, daughter of Vulperia Cinnamoncloud,” the half-fae said, barely managing to remember the typical fae introduction of her name, then her mother’s name, “and these two half-fae girls are my twin daughters, Savannah and Corrine, birthed from me.”   Spring’s eyes gazed into Tansy’s. “Half-fae, hmm?” she mused. “Half-fae birthing half-fae…would not Savannah and Corrine be quarter-fae at best?”   “You understand full well that is not how fae biology works, Spring,” Vulperia said calmly, but trying to hold in her temper. “If a fae creates a girl or boy, even if they are half-fae with another human, their children are considered half-fae as well. You know this.”   “And I reject it entirely. You may cavort around with humanity. I do not. You may wish for peace with the humans who hunt us down. I do not. You wish for proof? Ask the many families of the fae who have had relatives die to humanity. Steels, ask your dead husband.”   The Queen’s eyes narrowed to mere slits. “Watch yourself and your tone, Spring.” She spoke in a voice that was struggling to remain collected. “You may be a Council member, but only just. You are merely the most recent member of the Council, and there are many more than you who do not share your views.”   “I may be green, but at least I am not rotten to the core.” Tansy was watching the back-and-forth with shock, protectively holding Savannah and Corrine tighter, as Spring demurely flipped her hair, glaring daggers at her mother; clearly, the two hated each other deeply. “Many other fae agree with me, and your views - Steels, your daughter and granddaughters - have long since been obsolete with all that humanity has done to us.”   “You go too far.” Vulperia’s wings expanded, shedding many scales as they reached their fullest length of ten yards tall and wide, the Queen finally showing anger, even with her measured tone, hovering in the air as the fae around them not involved in the conversation stared in shock and fear at the sheer aura emanating from the fae Queen. Even Spring was somewhat subdued. “You may speak of me or my decisions how you wish; that is your right as a Council member. You may not speak of my family - my late husband, my daughter, and my granddaughters - as brazenly as you have. Now begone from my sight, or I will show you a hint of what I can do as Queen of An Cúirt.”   “For now, Lady Cinnamoncloud!” the fae Council member hissed before she snapped her fingers and vanished into thin air.   “Spring Bubblelily, you foul little insect,” Vulperia said under her breath, her wings returning to their normal, still-very-big size. She glanced at the fae around her, still staring at her with fear. She sighed deeply. “I apologize for causing distress. I merely am defending my family, as would you all.”   “It is known, my Queen,” a male fae said reverently, kneeling to her.   “It is known, Queen of An Cúirt,” the rest of the fae in the area echoed.   “And may the blessings of the Goddess of Flowers be upon you all,” the Queen said warmly.   The fae immediately continued on their way, obviously with a story to tell their loved ones, and Tansy merely looked at her mother in shock.   “You did not know I have that power, did you not?” Vulperia said dryly.   “I…what is she going to do? I don’t trust her not to hurt my daughters.” Tansy then clapped a hand to her mouth, realizing what she just said.   “I would not trust Spring Bubblelily with the safety of a single flower, let alone An Cúirt, my daughter or my granddaughters,” the Queen said in a bitter tone. “It is best you leave her be and not give her any excuses for harm. Now, we should be on our way.”   “Where?” Tansy asked.   Her mother merely gave her a dismissive glance, as if she should’ve already known the answer. “To go to a daycare I trust for Savannah and Corrine.”   “A daycare? They’re four years old.”   “In human years. In their age as half-fae, they are still babies, made even more so by what happened to them. They need to be cared for as babies would…and their diapers need to be changed now.”   “Huh?” Tansy then caught a whiff and almost gagged. “Yeah, you’re right. Is there a restroom or something?”   Vulperia snapped her fingers, creating an enormous cloud that enveloped them all before handing Tansy the diapers. “No one will see or be able to go into this cloud. You should have those abilities in time.”   Tansy quickly got her old formerly human friends-turned-daughters changed into fresh diapers, both of them remaining asleep.   “Now for the daycare. You should know it well; it is where I went with you before you left An Teach de Goléer Fae for your pursuits.”   Tansy huffed at the implication before Vulperia snapped her fingers again. The half-fae felt woozy as the group teleported, before the brightly colored stone daycare, painted with pastel pinks and blues, came into being, the sign reading-   “The Windwisp Daycare, headed by a goblin I trust with my life. Now be polite, Tansyleaf.”   “Be-”   The doors opened, revealing a creature that didn’t much look like a stereotypical goblin. She had a beak for one thing. Her skin was a sage green, her abnormally large golden eyes narrowed, her black hair in a tight bun with face-framing pieces of dyed golden hair (similar in color to her eyes) around her ears. She wore a shin-length white dress that was seemingly made out of feathers with a collar of gold around her neck, all of which showed her ample cleavage. She was shorter than Tansy by at least a foot, standing in a straight position, unlike the slouching goblins of lore.   To Tansy’s utmost shock, her mother - the fucking Queen of the Fae - knelt to the goblin, her head bowed before saying in a polite tone, “Now I introduce to you, the Queen of Goblins, Sep ladrit za sep House, and the head of the Windwisp Daycare. Lady Winona Windwisp, I ask for aid.”   -   Goblin translation to human: Sep ladrit za sep House = The Lady of the House Hope y'all enjoyed~

Nice start to the story, looking forward to Liam and Jack playing together!