Baby Talk

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Chapter 23   Jasper blinked awake to late morning light filtering through the blinds. The other side of the bed was empty, and he was still flat on his back, exactly as he’d fallen asleep. He checked the time: ten o’clock. He’d slept long enough, but sitting up on the edge of the mattress, he could still feel the drag of yesterday’s travel marathon in his bones. Rested, but still heavy. A shower was definitely overdue, but he knew Melissa was somewhere in the apartment—likely in the living room, letting him sleep. The thought brought a small, quiet smile to his face. He stood and pulled a clean T-shirt from the drawer space Melissa had carved out for him in her dresser. He was itching to strip off his dark boxers, but the desire to see her—and maybe grab a quick cup of coffee first—won out. Barefoot, he opened the bedroom door and padded into the living room. The TV was on low, casting a soft hum into the space. Over the back of the sofa, he could see the top of her head. Stepping further into the room, he caught sight of her: hunched slightly over her laptop, deeply focused on her work. She was sitting there wearing only an oversized T-shirt and her diaper. Jasper smiled, his voice low and warm. "Hi." Melissa’s head snapped toward him, her eyes wide with sudden surprise. "Jasper!" She quickly closed the laptop and stood up, instinctively tugging the hem of her short T-shirt down over the exposed white padding, her fingers smoothing back a stray strand of hair in a moment of endearing shyness. Jasper simply opened his arms. "Welcome home," Melissa murmured, stepping forward and sinking into his chest, squeezing him tight. "It’s nice to be home." Melissa almost jumped as Jasper rested his large hands over her diapered bottom, her breath catching before settling into a soft purr. She reached up on her tiptoes, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. "You feel nice," he murmured against her mouth. "Dry diaper?" Melissa giggled, nodding softly. "I changed it after breakfast.” "Oh. Okay," Jasper chuckled, stepping back slightly to take her in. The sight of her—hair tousled, shirt tugged down, legs bare beneath the thick white bulk—instantly grounded him. "Coffee, mister?" she offered, her eyes bright. "Please. Help me clear the cobwebs out of my brain." Melissa raised an eyebrow, her gaze dipping downward as a playful smirk touched her lips. "I see the cobwebs aren’t preventing the activity down there," she teased, motioning toward the prominent tent in his boxers. Jasper shrugged, completely unbothered, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "It’s been a few days. Cut me some slack." "Sit," Melissa ordered, pointing toward the sofa. "I'll bring you a cup." Jasper obeyed without argument, sinking into the cushions and leaning his head back. He watched her step toward the kitchen, the thick padding of her diaper wiggling with every step as she set about pouring his coffee. - Jasper took a deep, grateful sip and rubbed his face with his free hand. "What a marathon," he mumbled into the mug. "I honestly thought I’d never get here." "It was hard on me, too," Melissa admitted, leaning in closer. "I finally gave up and went to sleep out of sheer exhaustion. It’s been a crazy week. And then... I barely even remember feeling you slide into bed." "It was ridiculously late." Jasper tilted his head, letting his hand settle naturally on her bare thigh. They stayed like that for a while, the quiet hum of the apartment wrapping around them as they traded stories about his chaotic trip, the new project in New York, and her own week at home. "I had a visit with Nancy," Melissa mentioned, her fingers resting over his hand where it lay on her leg. "Your longtime friend? You’ve brought her up before." Melissa nodded. "She used to be my boss, actually. She turned into a mentor, and when I went freelance, we just stayed close. We talk about pretty much everything..." "Oh?" Jasper caught her eye, a knowing smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "Been talking about me, then?" Melissa grinned shyly, a faint flush creeping up her neck. "A little. About us. About me." She hesitated for a fraction of a second before adding, "You should meet her sometime." "Sure." Melissa turned her head, searching his face. "Is that a real yes?" Jasper blinked, meeting her gaze with effortless ease. "Yeah, of course. Your friends are my friends." He felt the sudden, palpable drop in her posture as the hidden tension drained right out of her shoulders. Noticing her relief, Melissa pressed her lips together, feeling like the sudden shift warranted an explanation. "My ex always made such a massive deal about meeting my friends," she confessed softly. "Like I was trying to force them on him or corner him into something." "Then he never understood what friendship actually is," Jasper said simply, setting his voice to a steady, even cadence before taking another sip. "Besides, I like you so much, Mel. I want to know everything that makes you who you are." A wave of pure warmth flooded her chest. "That’s... really sweet, Jasper." Jasper set his empty coffee mug on the table, turning his full attention back to her. "Come here," he murmured, reaching out to cup her cheek as he pulled her in for a soft kiss. The touch instantly ignited the lingering heat between them. Melissa leaned into him, deepening the kiss, and effortlessly swung one leg over his thigh to straddle his lap. "Uh-oh," Jasper mumbled against her mouth as her weight settled over his rising heat, his pulse spiking instantly. Melissa pressed herself tighter against him, framing his face with both hands as she kissed him with an urgent, hungry rhythm. Jasper’s hands slid down to cup the broad bulk of her diapered bottom, trailing up beneath her shirt to feel the smooth skin of her bare back before gliding back down to anchor her against him. "Wait," Jasper gasped out, pulling back just an inch. Melissa paused mid-kiss, her eyes heavy-lidded and searching as she looked down at him. "I need a shower," he confessed, letting out a breath that was half-laugh, half-groan. "I feel like a fossil, Mel. Fresh off a cross-country flight, covered in airport grime... this isn't fair to you." Melissa sat back on his thighs, a mischievous glint cutting through the haze of her arousal. "Fair enough, big boy," she teased, a playful smirk touching her lips. "You’ve got five minutes. Quickly, or I’m starting without you." - Jasper pulled his T-shirt over his head, tossed it onto the bed, and stepped out of his boxers. He could feel the stale grit of travel clinging to his skin as he reached into the shower to set the water to a warm, steady stream. Stepping up to the toilet, he pushed his still-partially-aroused length down to relieve himself. His gaze drifted to the marble vanity counter, noticing the stack of diapers had one less than before. A slow smile spread across his face. The realization that Melissa had intentionally changed out of her morning diaper just to be clean and ready for his return meant everything. She wasn't just accommodating him—she was truly embracing this shared world. He caught himself drifting into a deeper train of thought, frowned slightly, and gave his head a small shake. Finishing up, he stepped under the warm spray of the shower. Images of her waiting in the living room flashed behind his eyelids—the oversized T-shirt, the soft white bulk between her thighs, her mischievous challenge ringing in his ears: You’ve got five minutes, or I’m starting without you. He soaped himself vigorously, trying to force his mind toward a strategic pace. He knew the risk of finishing too soon was high today; the long absence always made him hit the edge faster. It was a lingering insecurity, though Melissa had always been remarkably sweet and reassuring about it, helping him see it wasn't a failure. Still, he wanted to drag the moment out. He pondered options—thick boxer briefs, maybe a pair of her soft gym shorts to hold the mess and keep things clean afterward. Or... His eyes tracked through the steam toward the frosted glass door, pointing back toward the vanity stack. Maybe... His pulse thudded lightly in his chest, a mix of hesitation and sharp anticipation. How would Melissa react? She loved wearing them herself, but seeing him in one was a completely different equation. Would it ruin the dynamic for her? Would she find it bizarre, or feel like he was stepping into her personal territory? Then again, what if it worked the exact same way for him as it did for her? It solved the clean-up problem entirely. It contained the inevitable early release, allowing them to stay tangled together in bed without breaking the mood to run for towels. He weighed the risk. If her reaction was anything less than enthusiastic, he could easily play it off as a joke—a silly attempt to surprise her—and strip it right off. No harm done. Nodding to himself through the mist, he decided. Yeah. Why not. - He toweled off gently, taking extra care around his still semi-aroused length, and stepped up to the vanity. He picked up one of the folded white diapers, its blue landing zone and tapes stark against the clean padding. Unfolding it carefully, he mimicked the technique he’d watched Melissa use a hundred times—the technique he’d used to fasten her into them himself. Holding the thick padding against his front, the reality of what he was doing suddenly hit him. The sheer absurdity of the moment washed away his lingering arousal, leaving him soft enough to fit comfortably inside the narrow core without anything catching on the leak guards. He drew the back up over his rear and leaned his hips against the vanity for leverage, pulling the front panel snug between his legs. The fit was definitely snugger on his larger frame—Melissa wore them with generous overlap, but for him, the side wings had to stretch to their absolute limit. Still, he pulled the blue tapes taut and anchored them securely across his abdomen. Stepping back, he turned to inspect himself in the full-length mirror. An overgrown toddler, he thought, shaking his head at his reflection. No... more like a mischievous kid caught trying on something he shouldn't be wearing. A crooked smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Now came the real test: seeing what Melissa thought of it. - Jasper paused in the bedroom, staring down at his bare chest and wondering if he should pull on a T-shirt to soften the blow. Just in case. He shook his head, instantly dropping the thought. No. He was all in. A slight frown touched his forehead as a faint, tell-tale plastic crinkle echoed in the quiet room with every step. He tried walking gingerly, attempting to mask the sound as much as possible as he made his way down the hall. In the living room, Melissa turned toward him from the sofa. Her eyes went instantly wide, her jaw dropping open in sheer shock. Jasper let out an uneasy grin. "Surprise." Melissa brought a hand to her mouth. "Jasper..." "I thought... I'd try one on," he said, standing his ground and fighting the urge to cover his hips as her eyes swept over him. "See what all the fuss is about." "Sorry if this is weird," he added, his mouth suddenly dry. "I can take it off right now if you want." Melissa slowly shook her head, a small, tentative laugh breaking through her surprise. "You look... comfortable." Jasper shrugged. "It actually is comfortable." "You look nice," she said softly, reaching a hand out toward him. Jasper took a step closer, taking her hand. "I was thinking... with what's bound to happen once we start, this might help us not have to stop right after the mess," he admitted, swallowing down the sudden lump in his throat. A full, brilliant grin spread across Melissa's face. "That is a brilliant idea. Two messy kids... we can just play with zero interruptions." "No interruptions," Jasper echoed, relief washing over him. Melissa held him at arm's length, her eyes tracing the outline of the padding. "It definitely looks a little small on you." "It fits," Jasper murmured. "It'll do the job. For now," Melissa whispered, reaching out to run her fingers lightly across the front panel. Jasper's breath hitched as her touch sent an immediate pulse of heat straight to his core, his form instantly thickening against the plastic. "Hmm," Melissa hummed, a playful glint in her eyes. "Looks like you really are comfortable." "I am," Jasper choked out, staying perfectly still beneath her touch. "Turn around," she instructed softly. Jasper obeyed, turning his back to her and exposing his bare shoulders and padded hips. Melissa let out a low chuckle behind him. "Nice wedgie," she teased, her fingers tracing the way the undersized core indented slightly between his cheeks. A dark flush crept up Jasper's neck as he turned back around to face her. Melissa looked up into his eyes, her expression softening into something intensely warm and deeply affection. "Thank you." Jasper closed his eyes for a brief second, letting the gratitude settle between them, and nodded. "Diaper buddies," he chuckled softly. "Diaper buddies," she echoed, her eyes shining. "Our kink." She tightened her grip on his hand and gave him a gentle tug toward the cushions. "Beer?" - "You're wet," Jasper remarked, taking the cold bottle from her hand and feeling the sudden, unmistakable softness of her soaked padding beneath her shirt. Melissa gave a casual shrug. "Coffee all morning will do that to you. Besides, I told you I’d start without you. I almost did." She set a small bowl of chips on the coffee table and swung her leg over his thighs, straddling him to face him directly. Picking up a chip, she gently fed it to him. "Now," Melissa smirked, her eyes dancing with playful mischief, "we test the padding." She slid forward, sinking her full weight onto his lap and pressing her saturated diaper firmly against his own dry padding. She raised her bottle with a wicked grin. "Cheers. Drink up," she giggled, taking a long swig. Jasper clinked his bottle against hers and took a slow drink. "This is... unusual, to say the least." "Hey, it wasn't my idea, mister," Melissa teased. Reaching down, she pulled her T-shirt over her head and tossed it onto the sofa, leaving herself clad in only her thick, wet diaper to match his state of undress. Melissa fed Jasper chips, the casual intimacy helping them ease naturally into the new reality of his padding. They finished their beers between quiet giggles and slow, lingering kisses, until Jasper grew bolder, leaning in to nuzzle her chest and trail soft kisses up the side of her neck. "Mmm, I missed this," Melissa cooed, tilting her head back to give him better access. "I missed you," Jasper whispered against her skin. He supported her back with one hand, leaning forward to capture her lips again before trailing a path of kisses down her throat. "Jasper..." His hands slid lower, cupping the warm, heavy bulk of her bottom to press her firmly against his hips as his lips found her breast. Melissa shifted instinctively on his lap, feeling his length throbbing hard against her own wet padding. The heat between them built instantly. Knowing him as well as she did, she closed her eyes and began a slow, deliberate rhythm, edging him toward his peak. Jasper lost his grip on his restraint, responding eagerly to the deliberate friction of her humping. Melissa pulled his face tight against her breast, wrapping her arms around him as he let go, releasing safely into the core of his diaper. Jasper rested his forehead against her shoulder, his chest heaving as he panted softly. Melissa stroked his back gently, holding him close. "You all right?" she whispered, a tender smile in her voice. Jasper nodded, still nuzzling the soft skin of her chest. "That was... wow." "Yeah," Melissa chuckled, her fingers running through his hair. "Wow." - "What did you think?" Melissa asked, her head resting comfortably on his shoulder. "I felt... safe." "Safe?" Melissa arched her eyebrows in gentle surprise. "Yeah. Like... before, in my boxers, I'd edge myself knowing I was about to make a mess. Like, a messy mess." Melissa chuckled softly against his neck. "A messy mess?" "Yeah. A sticky mess. Uncomfortable, and all that." "I know exactly what you mean," Melissa agreed, her voice softening. She slid off his lap and settled into the cushions right beside him on the sofa. Jasper reached down, pressing his hand against the front of his diaper to inspect the padding. "And it's not even..." "Wet?" Melissa finished for him, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. Jasper made a slight face. "I can't feel a thing." "That's because it has to be really wet before the moisture hits the surface. Here, have another beer." She handed him a fresh bottle. "Are you trying to get me drunk?" Jasper chuckled, taking an obedient sip. "I'm trying to get you wet," Melissa corrected with a playful wink. "Then we can both change together." "Oh." The realization hit him in a slow, quiet wave. It had never fully dawned on Jasper until that moment that wearing a diaper actually implied using it for its intended purpose—and not just as a safety net for his premature releases.

Woke up feeling okay, but was quicly reminded of my tooth pain thanks to my morning coffee!

Is this her first step to escaping or her being given just enough rope to hang herself? I’m looking forward to finding out. 

I don’t wear 24/7 but if I’m wearing I’m going to let the poo go ahead and fill my diaper and sit down and enjoy the feeling