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Chapter 6 "Wake up! Matt and his mom will be here in an hour!" Jade poked her head into Ali's room. Ali yawned and sat up. She had slept well. But immediately, she felt the coldness against her butt. She bit her lip and felt her pull up to confirm what had happened during the night. Jade saw the little girl's confusion. She crossed the room and pulled back Ali's sheet. "Oh honey, did you have an accident?" Ali nodded and started crying, much to her surprise. She just couldn't stop the tears. Jade hugged Ali and patted her on the back. "It's ok Ali. A lot of 5 year olds still have this problem. At least you didn't get your sheets wet." "5 year olds?!!" Ali exclaimed. "I am NOT 5! Yesterday you told me I was 6!" "The last time I checked you were 5. Come on, let's get you changed for the day." Jade got out Ali's swimsuit, a cute two piece that was pink and green. She then laid out a shirt and some shorts to put on over the suit. "Come downstairs when you're dressed. I made Mickey Mouse pancakes." Jade went downstairs. Ali pulled down the offending pull up and went to the bathroom again. She STILL didnt look smaller but that hadn't kept anything from changing during the night, she noticed when she went back to her room. Her butterfly walls were intact, but her bookshelf only had little picture books. Her closet contained more immature clothes and almost her whole dresser had pull ups in it. There was no padding in the swimsuit for Ali's breasts that were definitely still there. They poked out a little but she guessed that knew no one would stare or think it was weird. She pulled on her shirt and shorts and joined her mom in the kitchen. "Get that yucky pull up off?" Jade asked as she set down a Mickey Mouse shaped pancake in front of Ali. "Yes." She said indignantly. Ali knew it was probably pointless to ask but she decided to anyway. "Mom, don't you think I need a bra?" She lifted up her shirt to show jade. Jade started cracking up. She laughs for a good minute before she caught her breath. Ali felt very little. "Honey, you don't need a bra. Your little chest is exactly where it should be when you're 6. You look fine. Where did you get the idea that you need a bra?" "I had one two days ago when I was fucking 14." Ali answered. "WHERE DID YOU LEARN THAT WORD?" Jade yelled. Ali winced. She shrugged and looked down at the table. "Well, why don't you think about it while you go and sit in the corner for a time out." Jade pointed to a corner in the kitchen. 20 minutes later, Jade let Ali get up. She told her to use the bathroom one more time and then she put her hair up in a ponytail. Ali watched a cartoon before Matt came. It didnt really hold her interest. Kendra and Matt came to the front door to pick Ali up. They exchanged hellos, and Matt was friendlier than he had been yesterday. They went out to the car where Ali climbed into the back with Matt. She found 2 car seats big enough for a 14 year old and sat in one. Matt hadn't changed size either, but he was wearing a Spider-Man suit that he wouldn't have worn a week ago. Ali's feet dangled just off the floor of the car. It made her feel like a baby. They got to the pool and found a chair to put their stuff. "Ali honey, did you ring any sunscreen?" Kendra asked after she unloaded their bag. "Matt and I put some on at home." "Um, no." Ali said. "Is it ok if I put some on you then? We don't want you to get a sunburn." "Sure. I guess." Ali relented. Kendra squeezed sunscreen all over her hands and did Ali's back, arms, and legs. But then she started poking her fingers up Ali's swimsuit botom and rubbing sunscreen there. Ali backed away. "What are you doing?" "Your suit moves honey. Just making sure you don't get burned there." It was seriously weird but Ali stood still as Kendra then out it dangerously close to her breasts. "Ok, ready to swim!" Kendra said. They took off their shoes and Ali took off her clothes. She felt self conscious about her breasts. Just then a whole group of girls her age walked by. But some of them were wearing one pieces and they had childish designs on them. What was more, all of their breasts were visible under their suits. Also, most of them had life jackets on. So it wasn't just her and Matt, Ali thought. They waded into the shallow end. Matt splashed her and before long Ali forgot about her insecurity.

Hi everyone! so this weekend I will have the house to myself all of friday saturday and sunday and part of monday so Im planning on wearing diapers 24/7 for those 3 days which Ive never been able to wear them for more than a couple hours at a time before so this will be a new experience to me I really want to get deep into the aspect off feeling like a baby and regressing to just me and my diaper and feeling happy, but im not sure exactly how to go about doing this... I mean yeah putting on a diaper helps but it doesn't always put me in that baby mindset that im looking for! so I was hoping that maybe some of you could help me plan out what I should do this weekend to really help me feel like a baby and regress to my happy place. Ive already ordered some bambino diapers but thats all I have right now so if you have other suggestions on things I should get to use/wear I would appreciate it, or if you have ideas of things that I could do as far as activities or how to act when wearing/using my diaper I would

Although the supermarket noticeboard had plenty of adverts for rooms to rent, they were simply out of my price range. I had two weeks before starting my new job after graduating from university; a job that wasn't highly paid anyway and I had no savings to speak of. The B&B I was staying in wasn't a long term option as my credit card was paying for it, and that was beginning to creak under the strain. Plus I was eating as cheaply as I could, making best use of the supermarket's offers to put inadequate meals together. I could only stay in the B&B for another week after which even my credit card wouldn't be able to pay for the room. All in all, I was struggling for options. I heard a woman's voice from behind me, slightly to the left, say "Are you're looking for somewhere to stay?" I turned to see who was speaking and saw a lady, perhaps in her late twenties or early thirties. She was an attractive brunette with straight hair, wearing well-fitting jeans and a pink T-shirt. She clearly kept herself fit, neither overweight nor skinny. Her breasts were a fairly normal size, very noticeable but not too large. "Yes, but all these prices are too much for me. You don't happen to know of somewhere cheaper by any chance?" "Well, actually yes, I'm looking for a lodger myself at the moment. And I wouldn't charge as much as these places, it's only £250 per month and that's full board as well. "Really? But that's so much cheaper than these places. Surely you couldn't be making any money out of that?" "No, but that's not why I'm looking for someone. I'm fortunate enough not to need the money but I live alone so what I'm really after is just having another person in the house." "Oh right, well I have to be interested with a cost like that. My name's Richard, but I answer to Rich most of the time" "I'm Sally, it's nice to meet you, Rich." "Nice to meet you, too." I explained to Sally about my pressing need to find somewhere to live she said I would be able to move in today if I wanted. We arranged to meet at her house in about an hour. She gave me good directions. It was about five miles out of town so it would be easy for me to get to and from work. I returned to the B&B and packed up my things. I explained to the proprietor that I wasn't checking out just yet, but it was highly likely that I would, so I settled my due costs and agreed that I would call to let him know whether or not I would be returning later. I found Sally's place easily enough. It was set in an area of five houses, designed in a horseshoe layout, such that each rear garden would not be overlooked. Sally's house was the second from the left. I parked on the driveway and rang the doorbell. Sally welcomed me into her home, as did a yellow labrador, with more energy than should be possible. "Oh, sorry, I didn't tell you about Poppy, did I? I hope you don't mind dogs?" "No, not at all. I like dogs, as long as they like me." "Ha, ha, no worries there. Poppy likes everyone. She's no guard dog." Once Poppy was under control again, Sally offered to take me on a tour of the house. From the hall we went past the staircase into the lounge which had a large fireplace to the left, a sofa and armchairs arranged around a wooden coffee table with the sofa facing towards a large TV in the corner. At the other end of the room was a dining area with six chairs around a wooden dining table and a substantial cabinet on the far wall. Patio doors gave a good view of the garden which had a large patio with a built-in barbecue, a large lawn, colourful borders, and to the right there was a heated swimming pool under a moveable canopy. Between the pool and the patio there was an impressive decked area with a hot tub. We went back to the hall and through into the kitchen which also looked out over the garden. Off to one side was a table and chairs, as one might find in a farmhouse. Beyond the kitchen led to a utility room leading to a cloakroom, a back door out into the garden and a path that led around the side of the house via a gate to the front. At the far end of the utility was a door leading directly to the swimming pool so it could be used in winter without going out into the cold. In between Sally showing me round, we chatted and got to know each other a bit. I think we had a mutual enjoyment of each other's company. Sally had a warm personality and a really good sense of humour, and I knew I could enjoy living here. She had previously worked as the owner of a nursery before a lottery win had allowed her to stop work and live off the generated income. Sally led me back to the hall and up the stairs. The bathroom was straight ahead and the bedrooms were off to the left. The first two rooms were guest rooms, and she had her study area and PC set up in the first. The third room was Sally's room. She explained that she had an en-suite, so I would have the main bathroom to myself. The fourth bedroom was where I would stay. The room was adequately spacious, with a single bed, wardrobe, two chests of drawers and a laundry basket in the corner. However, the colour scheme was most definitely pink. The walls themselves were a neutral colour, but the carpet was a deep shade of pink and the curtains and bed linen were the same shade of baby pink. Furthermore, the bed linen was all made from shiny satin. "I'm afraid I chose the colour scheme when I thought I was going to rent the room to a young woman, but that all fell through. You'd be welcome to redecorate but you'd have to cover costs yourself as this is all newly done and I'm not going to pay a second time." "Hmmm. It's not what I would have chosen but for £250 a month I guess I can cope. And anyway, I won't notice the colour when I'm asleep." I didn't have the money to spend on changing anything as I had pressing debts to pay with any spare cash. So even a pink satin duvet, sheet and pillows were way down my list of priorities. We went downstairs where Sally made us a cup of tea and we sat in the lounge to chat. I sat on the sofa and Sally relaxed in one of the armchairs. Poppy came and sat by me, and whenever I stopped stroking her she would nudge my arm to make me carry on. "You're going to have to move in here, I don't think Poppy will let you leave." "She's lovely. How old is she?" "She's coming up to three years old. Only a couple of months to go, her birthday's the 14th of August. So, Rich, what do you think about living here?" "Ok, well, quite simply the cost makes it a done deal. This is easily the best place I could hope to find. And with a free dog to play with. So what do you need from me for me to move in?" "I would normally ask for rent to be paid two months in advance. So that would be £500. But you told me about your financial concerns before and I can sympathise with your situation. If you didn't have a definite job to start then that would be a different matter, but since you do, in order to help you I'll let you pay one month in advance until you are able to pay the extra month and go to two months in advance. Plus, you'd have to agree to stay for at least six months. That way I get some assurance in return for helping you." "That's very kind of you, thank you. Six months is no problem." "What I cannot be flexible on, is the £1000 security deposit. You'll have to pay that before you can move in." This hit me like a ton of bricks. Where did that come from? I thought I had an easy solution here, and now I was faced with an impossible £1000 deposit. "You didn't say anything about that before, what is that for? I don't have that kind of money available." "That is because I don't want to risk having a bedwetter who pees in my house and leaves me to sort it out." "A bedwetter? I'm not a bedwetter? There must be something else we can do." "Yup, there is. You might not be a bedwetter, but how can I be sure? So there is still a risk. Here's your choice. You either pay for the risk, or we eliminate the risk." "Huh?" Sally smiled at my confusion. "It's either the £1000, or you wear a nappy when you go to bed." My jaw dropped. I was stunned. Did I hear that right? "What? You want me to wear a nappy?" "Exactly. You wouldn't have to worry about dealing with it. I would put it on you and take it off in the morning. All you have to do is wear it. Since you say you can't pay the deposit, your other choice is to return to the B&B and have another look at the supermarket noticeboard. Good luck with that." Sally paused while what she had said sank in. She came over to sit next to me on the sofa and she put an arm round me, slightly pulling me in to her. "Look, I'm not doing this to be mean to you. I've enjoyed getting to know you this afternoon, and I would enjoy having you living here. Think of it as me looking after you, not something horrible I'm doing to you." My mind was all over the place at the idea of Sally putting me in nappies. On the one hand there was revulsion at the thought of wearing nappies. On the other was the idea of me, having had no 'personal' contact with a woman before, being seen and touched like that, and now with her arm round me, an attractive woman, the warmth of her body and the smell of her perfume. I was both horrified and excited by the idea at the same time. "I don't have a choice," I said quietly. Sally replied softly, "Good decision, good decision. Please don't make this any harder for yourself than it needs to be. Just go with what I say, you'll be alright. Like I said, I'll look after you." I looked directly at Sally and saw only a warm, caring look in her eyes, as she pulled me towards her into a hug. I put my arms around her and let my head rest on her shoulder as a solitary tear escaped me. We went up to Sally's study and I used her PC to access my internet banking and pay the first month's rent. Then I called the B&B and informed the proprietor that I wouldn't be returning. I brought my belongings in from my car and went up to my room to unpack. I touched the duvet to feel what the satin was like. It was very soft and smooth as my fingers ran over the fabric. I lifted the duvet to see if the sheet was the same, and to my surprise there was a crinkling as I ran my hand over it. I partly lifted the sheet to look underneath and saw a plastic fitted mattress cover underneath the pink satin. I realised that this was just a part of what I had to go along with. I spent the remainder of the afternoon having a look around the garden, looking into the swimming pool area and playing with Poppy. When I went back inside I found Sally preparing dinner. I was looking forward to having proper meals again, having scraped by at university and while waiting for my job to start. The mouth-watering smell of a casserole in the oven was enough to make me relax somewhat about the conditions of my living here. I figured Sally was only doing what she thought was best for her and her home, and I couldn't argue with that. Enjoying a proper dinner with a couple of glasses of wine set me up for an enjoyable evening chatting with Sally, joking as we cleared up together after dinner, and settling down to watch a film together. I refilled our glasses in the kitchen and brought them through to the lounge. Sally was sat at the end of the sofa and had placed two coasters on the coffee table close together, which I took to mean that she wanted me to sit next to her. I sat close enough to her that my left arm would brush against her right whenever one of us leant to reach our glass. The film ended at 11pm, by which time we had closed together just a little so I was slightly leaning back against her in a way that was the beginnings of a cuddle, and no longer entirely side by side. It had been a lovely evening, any bad feeling I had felt towards Sally from before had gone and I didn't want the moment to end, as I knew what was coming next. "I think it's probably late enough, which means it's time to get you ready for bed." "Oh good," I said, without the faintest hint of sincerity. After tidying up and putting Poppy to bed, we went up to my room. Sally tried to be encouraging. "You're bound to find this embarrassing the first time. But what you've got to do is think about doing this in, say, two months time. Will you still be embarrassed then? I doubt it; you'll be so used to it. So what about in one month's time, two weeks time? It'll get easier very quickly so try not to worry too much now." Although I did feel really silly about this, I could still see the logic in what she was saying. "Wait here, I'll just go and get what we need." Sally went into her room and I could hear a wardrobe door being slid open, items being pulled out, then the door closing again. She came back in with a bag over her shoulder, a pink plastic-covered mat under her arm and a plastic package tightly wrapped around its contents. It was mostly white, with green panels at the ends, and it said ABRI-FORM M4 on the front. No prizes for guessing what was in there. And more pink. "Did the young woman who ended up choosing not to stay here get offered the same conditions as me?" Sally smiled. "Yeah, I'd bought everything ready, but once I explained about this, she changed her mind." If only I was able to. She put the changing mat down on the floor, knelt in front of it, and set the shoulder bag to one side. She ripped open the pack of nappies at one end, which allowed her to take out a nappy without the whole pack spilling open. She unfolded it and held on to it. From the shoulder bag she took a bottle of baby powder and put it to one side. I watched her getting ready, knowing it would be my turn to do something very soon. She looked up at me, with a kind smile. "If you need to go to the bathroom, now would be a good time." But I couldn't feel the need to go. "No, I'm ok." "Alright then, you need to take off all your clothes, put them in the laundry basket, and then come and lie down on the mat." I took a deep breath. How did I end up like this? I took longer than necessary to empty my pockets, but it was only delaying the inevitable. I took my socks off first, that was easy enough. My T-shirt was next, but my jeans required another deep breath. I paused at my underwear... "I could do it for you if it's easier?" I shook my head. One more deep breath, and I slid my underwear off. I gathered up my clothes and took them to the laundry basket, then had to walk towards Sally. My heart was pounding from the embarrassment at walking around the room naked. I got down onto the mat, cringing at the thought of what Sally's view was like, and laid back with one leg either side of her. I kept my head up so I could see what she was doing. "Good, now lift your hips up a bit." I raised my hips as instructed and she slid the nappy underneath me. She told me to lower back down, and then sprinkled baby powder onto me before rubbing it in. "We're going to have to do something about all this hair tomorrow. It'll be much easier to clean you if your skin is all smooth." She raised the front of the nappy up between my legs and tucked my penis pointing down into the nappy before closing it across my front. She held it down with one hand and raised the side of the rear part with the other, and then taped the nappy down on either side. "Ok, you're all done. Go and clean your teeth and then I'll tuck you into bed." I walked off to the bathroom wearing nothing but the nappy in a bit of a daze from the experience. I heard Sally go downstairs while I dealt with my contact lenses and cleaned my teeth. Following my normal bathroom routine, I realised that I should have gone to the bathroom when I had the chance as I couldn't now use the loo. I left the bathroom just as she came back up carrying a glass of water. She followed me into the bedroom and set the glass down by the bedside. She pulled back the duvet and I climbed into bed, the plastic mattress cover combining with the crinkling of the nappy. "I want you to drink the water so I know you'll be properly hydrated overnight. It doesn't matter if it's too much as you can simply use the nappy later on." I drank the water in the realisation that I was going to have to use the nappy at some point. There was no way that I could wait until morning with the water on top of not having gone to the bathroom before. "What do you want me to do in the morning? I usually get up quite early so should I come and ask you to take it off?

Alyssa just sat there in her high chair as she looked at Jade and the food. The girl could not believe what was happening to her, she could not think of worse person to be at moment than Jade. She was regretting that she had picked on her in school,right now Jade controlled her every move. Alyssa open her mouth and just looked at Jade. The girl opened up as she looked at Jade holding the spoon to feed.She just wonder what was going happen next with her.

When will he finally learn? Go on please?

-1- Waiting for his date to arrive, Michael Cole spent his time leaving a long voicemail message to his ex-boyfriend of two years. He pressed his cell phone against his right ear, sighed heavily once he heard the familiar beep and began to converse as if someone else was on the receiving end. "Hi, this is Mike. It's about seven, and I'm ready to move on with my life without life," said a monotone Michael. "I have to admit. After you packed your things and left my apartment, it was nice -- well, nice because I was about to get the Febreeze out, and spray the entire apartment so I could remove your really, really bad vibes. What a relief! It only cost me about $2.99 plus tax. I could have rented a male prostitute, and it would have cost the same without the whole 'relationship' thing. Jokes aside, I hope we can move on. We could be friends..." Michael looked up, and saw a young man looking for someone in the restaurant. Assuming that it was his date, Michael waved the man over to the table. He stood up, walked over to the opposite side of the table, and pulled out a seat for the man. The young man sat down, smiled, and shook Michael's hand. "Nice to meet you. I'm Steven. And you're Michael, right?" "Yeah. At least I think so. That's the name written on the teleprompter," joked Michael as he pretended to look at a teleprompter screen over Steven's right shoulder. "Are you sure you're not Ron Burgundy?" Steven shot back. "No, but I'd sure love to have some scotch!" The pair ordered two Heineken beers, a large cheese pizza with a garden salad. Michael told Steven that he was an aspiring stand-up comedian, and he was looking to break into show business. He tried his best to refrain from complaining about his ex-boyfriend, who had an affair with another man while he went to a recent series of movie and television auditions. He wanted to convey to Steven that he was on the verge of becoming successful. Steven leaned over the table and was genuinely interested in Michael. Steven, on the other hand, worked as a barista at Starbucks. He recently completed a Master's degree in Psychology, and was also interested in marketing. He and Michael had a colorful conversation about interests, goals, and men. When speaking about their homosexuality, the pair spoke in lowered voices so they wouldn't alarm those who were uncomfortable with the subject matter. "How long have you been out for?" Michael asked Steven in a whisper. "Two years." "Ah, a newbie!" Both men laughed. They were all smiles as they told stories about their personal lives. The chemistry was apparently there, and they were looking forward to concluding their dinner. The environment was comfortable, the food was just right, and they were waiting for the waiter to deliver the check. Once the check arrived, Michael paid for dinner, stood up with Steven, and gave him a hug as if they were old friends who haven't seen each other in a long time. Michael felt something strange around Steven's waist. Whatever it was created a paper-crunching sound, and it was thick. He looked down at Steven's waist briefly. Steven looked around nervously, bit down on his lip, and took a deep breath. Knowing what it was, Michael asked anyway, "What was that?" Steven leaned his lips over to Michael's ear and whispered, "Absorbent undergarment." Michael felt his heart skip a beat. He was troubled by the discovery. He joked, "You sure don't look young enough or old enough to be wearing that." Steven cracked a smile, but only a small one. He was embarrassed. "Yeah, well, guess you can say I'm a trailblazer." "And what's with the whole, uh... 'absorbent undergarment' thing? It sounds too formal for what it is, you know." "Can we not talk about it here? I'd appreciate that," Steven said tersely. "Sure, no problem." Michael shrugged. Michael followed Steven back to his apartment. He genuinely liked Steven, and was developing feelings for him. However, he couldn't stomach the idea of having a partner who wore diapers. As he sat before an intersection, which was two blocks away from the apartment, Michael gripped the wheel and tried to focus on getting to his destination. He kept getting distracted by the mental image of a grown man in diapers -- and even worse, soiled diapers! However, the more he thought about it, the more intrigued he became. His mind wanted to render a verdict of disgust, but his body was strangely stimulated by the idea of grown men in diapers. As he was tormented by the debate between his mind and body, the traffic light suddenly turned green. Drivers honked their horns behind him, and he sped toward the apartment. By the time he got there, Michael saw Steven walking on a narrow pathway between a pair of single-story apartment properties. Michael parked parallel on the street, hopped out of the car and tried to jog behind Steven. When he realized that he was being followed by Michael, Steven jogged a little faster, opened up the door to his apartment and leaped in. He aggressively closed the door beside him, but not rudely. When Michael knocked at the door, Steven shouted to him from inside, "Give me a sec. I'll be right there. Just need to clean up a few things." Out of curiosity, Michael slowly jiggled the doorknob. Realizing the door was unlocked, Michael opened it slightly and took a look inside. Michael noticed that in the living room, there was a large jigsaw puzzle on the floor that doubled as a rug. In the middle of that floor contained a bucket of Hot Wheels cars, action figures, and dinosaur toys. To the corner of the living room was a series of large, shiny rubber balls. The rest of the living room was surrounded with bookshelves. There was an office desk complete with a laptop, printer and sound speakers. Beside the desk and the bookshelves, the rest of the living room looked like a toddler's playpen. Not realizing that Michael was in the house, Steven wandered into the living room and came face to face with his date. Sweat dripped from Steven's eyebrows. He felt his heart beating quickly. He was very nervous, and was concerned that Michael would dismiss him based on appearances. He watched Michael with intensity and swallowed anxiously when he began to speak. "This is different," said Michael, looking around with a smile. He tried not to chuckle. "You have kids or something? Babysitting for Angelina Jolie?" "Not exactly. So... would you like the politically correct explanation for this, or do you want me to tell you the truth?" asked Steven. "Well, whatever it is, it's better to find out now than later." "Basically, I'm an AB. I'm an adult baby -- in my spare time, it is." "You don't say..." Michael nodded, tightened his upper lip, and calmly wandered around the room. "Everyone has a thing, I suppose. Let me absorb all of this -- wait! No, no, I mean... no pun intended. Just need to take it all in." Realizing that Michael was not immediately repulsed or disturbed by the adult baby confession, Steven decided to be more liberal in explaining what an "adult baby" is. He measured his words carefully. "An adult baby is someone who finds satisfaction from role-playing as someone in an infant-like state. It's on Wikipedia." Michael sat on the couch, kept his head down and listened to Steven. "But this doesn't -- and shouldn't define -- me. It's just something I'm casually interested in." "Well, I don't know about that," Michael interrupted. "You really invested in this 'role-playing.' I like that you're different. Personally, being here makes me feel like I can be at ease. It's still strange, but I'm not threatened by it. You seem like a nice guy, and you have a nice place. But... You don't have to answer this now, but I was wondering: if you had a relationship with someone, could this lifestyle of yours ultimately consume that relationship? Could it become a make-or-break kind of deal?" "That's a good question. I would like to say, 'No, that wouldn't distract me from having a romantic relationship,' but if I had someone who enjoyed this as much as I do, that would make the relationship more meaningful to me. Not that tossing it all aside wouldn't be meaningful. If I found Mister Right, and he told me, 'You know what? Let's do away with the baby stuff,' I'd say to that, 'OK!' and make it work." "Wait a second. So if someone were to play that 'adult baby' role with you, you'd be more tuned into that person?" asked Michael. "Yes and no. If someone was an adult baby like me or was, at least, curious about it, that's just one more thing I can relate to. That's something I can talk about freely without feeling that I was being judged." "This is interesting," said Michael as he raised his head, looked up at Steven and smiled. "Kinky. I like it!" "You do?" "Yeah. I'm kinda digging on your enthusiasm here. It's getting me interested. OK, OK. I need to say this, and get it off my chest. I'm actually curious about what you look like... as an AB." "Curious, huh?" said Steven as he began to undress. "Yeah... strange. Something must be wrong with me," said Michael as he rubbed his forehead and sarcastically pretended to be confused. "Did you put something in my beer?" Steven laughed. "No, but I think having a drink or two will loosen you up and appreciate new things." "Yeah, maybe that's it. I just can't, under normal circumstances, sit here and take this all seriously." "Who said anything about taking things serious? I'm anything but," said Steven, who had a cheerful tone. He removed his black dress shirt, formal gray pants, and stripped down to his boxer-briefs. Then he slid down his underwear and showcased his disposable adult diaper. The diaper was obviously wet as the leg gathers drooped down. There were a series of blue and purple lines around the diaper, which Steven later explained were "wetness indicators." The diaper looked like it was heavy, thick, and full. Michael was expecting to see something similar to a baby diaper with colorful tapes and designs. "This is crazy," Michael commented. "You're wet!" "It's the real deal." "I can't believe I'm seeing this." Michael leaned back on the couch, surprised that his eyes weren't immediately avoiding the sight of a man wearing a diaper. The word "diaper" naturally raised nauseating connotations, but when he was face to face with it, he wasn't immediately deterred. Instead, the word "cute" came to mind. For a split second, he imagined wearing a diaper himself. There was something inviting about it when combined with the infancy appeal. The feeling of amazement quickly transitioned into nostalgia. For several minutes, he talked about his childhood as he grew up in the suburbs of Chicago. He recalled a time when he would play with his older brothers, play "Cowboys and Indians" and run around the house with a toy gun. He could remember running around the living room and the kitchen, dressed as a cowboy, and wearing a diaper. It felt so comfortable back then. It was a part of life, and he didn't have the responsibilities of an adult. It was a simple kind of fun that was like no other "fun" he experienced once he went to school and grew up. He remembered when his parents informed him that he had to use the toilet, and he was no longer going to wear diapers. As a child, Michael felt it was a grave injustice, but as soon as he got more involved with the outside world, the feeling of injustice faded, and the willingness to conform with common societal standards increased. However, there were times when he would go to the grocery store with his parents, and see several bags of diapers as he wandered down the baby diaper aisle. He would just look at them casually, but he never gave it much thought other than knowing that the bag of diapers reminded him of simpler times. "So you're an adult baby too?" asked Steven with a grin. Steven sat down beside Michael, and rubbed his shoulders. "No, not exactly. I wouldn't go that far," replied Michael dismissively. He shook his head. "But it does sound like you have this subconscious desire to play around." "Nice try, Freud." "Oh, come on!" Steven teased. "Live a little. Are you in a hurry to go somewhere?" "Nah. I just --" "Don't sweat it. Relax." Michael sat there for a moment, and his mind went blank. He wasn't going to think about it. He was going to let his instinct take control for the evening. After allowing his instinct to preside over his actions, he immediately combed back Steven's hair slowly. He bumped noses with Steven, smiled and gave him a kiss. Steven was a good kisser, Michael thought. He was skilled with the tongue. The kissing was passionate, but not overly aggressive. Michael stood up in mid-kiss, lifted Steven up and moved clumsily toward the bedroom. Steven opened the door, and fell backwards on the bed. Michael leaned on top of Steven, and looked around briefly. The bed was normal. He was expecting a crib. However, there were drawers that contained multiple stacks of thick adult diapers along with some wipes, baby powder, and stuffers. Still, it was an awkward sight for Michael. He tried his best to look down at Steven, who was smiling and giggling. When his crotch grazed against Steven's diaper, Michael realized that he would have to take the diaper off before having sexual intercourse. He studied the diaper, and tried to figure out the best way to remove it. He saw two pairs of blue-colored tapes on opposite sides. One by one, he removed them, and tried so carefully to remove the diaper from underneath Steven, who was content just watching his partner experiment. "There's a first time for everything," Steven commented. "This is just dress rehearsal for when I have kids," Michael joked. "That's what I keep telling myself." "Well, you're doing good so far." "You didn't shit yourself, did you?" asked Michael nervously. "No, no. You lucked out!" Michael removed the diaper and tossed it onto the floor. "Wait! Put it in the bin over there by the door," said Steven as he pointed to a metallic-looking diaper pail in the room. Michael grunted, slid off the bed, and picked up the dirty diaper. When he opened the pail lid, he saw a pile of soiled diapers, and the pail was almost at maximum capacity. Michael turned away before he could gag, and threw the diaper in. He heard Steven chuckling from the bed. "You're a serial offender, aren't you?" Michael cackled. "It's a medical condition." "Bullshit, it's not a medical condition." Michael crawled onto the bed again. "It totally is!" "Nah. You're just being lazy." Steven laughed and rolled his eyes. "Oh please..." Michael looked at Steven, who was laying naked on his back. "I gotta tell you that this, right here, is one of the strangest transitions to sex I've ever experienced," said Michael dryly. Steven pulled Michael closer to his body. "Get used to it," countered Steven with a smile. Both men rolled toward the pillows, kissing each other. The rest of the night went as expected. The uniqueness of the situation aroused Michael. He enjoyed the spontaneity, and liked that Steven was interested in something that he could relate to. Meanwhile, Steven appreciated that Michael was so accepting of his fetish. He was concerned that Michael would run away, never to return again -- just like the others before him. Michael was different, but he was also mysterious. Steven wondered why Michael was so accepting of his fetish. There wasn't much resistance, and that piqued Steven's curiosity. -2- Morning came suddenly for Michael. It was seven, and he laid in bed, half-awake. He rubbed his eyes, yawned and stretched his arms. Before he could reconsider going back to sleep, he could hear Steven whistling from the kitchen. Michael could smell the masculine scent of bacon that blanketed over the apartment. This motivated him to roll out of bed and walk toward the source of the alluring scent. Standing in his boxers, Michael stood in the doorway of the kitchen and waved to Steven, who was making bacon and eggs. Michael looked at Steven's waist, and saw that he was wearing a clean diaper -- so last night was something that wasn't a dream. Steven crinkled around the kitchen, looking for additional spices and herbs to put in his eggs. Steven, who had a strong penchant for cooking, was happily preoccupied with meal preparation. Michael wdecided to take the opportunity to wander around the house and look around. Michael walked into the living room and flopped onto the couch. He found the remote for the large television, and turned it on. He watched an episode of Tom & Jerry, a cartoon he hadn't seen since he was 12. He took a very pleasant sigh and watched the cartoon as if he saw Tom & Jerry for the very first time. He chuckled and smiled, though he was fighting the temptation to turn on the news, and keep current. When the cartoon went into commercial break, he conviently placed the remote away on an end table adjacent to the couch so he wouldn't turn on CNN. After staying at Steven's apartment overnight, watching Saturday morning cartoons suddenly became more appealing. It was like a voice, in his head, spoke to him and said, "It's alright. Go ahead. Be who you want to be." "Ready for some bacon?" Steven shouted from the kitchen. "Oink!" replied Michael in the affirmative. Steven laughed. The basket of toys interested Michael. He got up from the couch, and walked over to it. He looked down and picked up an action figure. It was an action figure of a male soldier who looked like he was ready to take on the world. Then Michael dug deeper into the basket, and pulled out a large, green-colored Tyrannosaurus toy. The largest land carnivore -- to ever roam the Earth -- looked ironically cheerful, and less menacing. But in his mind, Michael turned the dinosaur into an unstoppable villain that destroyed everything that got in his way. The soldier lifted his heavy assault rifle and fired several shots at the Tyrannosaurus, but was unsuccessful in defeating the giant prehistoric beast. The soldier threw a grenade that took out the dinosaur's feet, causing him to fall onto the colorful jigsaw puzzle floor with a large kaboom. The soldier climbed on top of the defeated monster, and yelled, "Victory!" while firing his gun in the air. He laughed heartily as he was overwhelmed with adrenaline-coated joy. Suddenly, the battlegrounds was filled with the delicious aroma of bacon. A voice could be heard from the distance, "Breakfast is ready!" and the war was over. Michael stood up from the floor and walked to the kitchen and sat down at the small table. Steven served him two eggs over medium with bacon strips, hash browns, and an english muffin. Steven sat down and smiled as he watched his date eat. Michael clapped his hands together and bowed at Steven. He told Steven thinks as he shoveled food in his mouth. Steven sighed happily, nodded, and took a sip of orange juice. "So, how do you like breakfast?" asked Steven. "It's just as good as the sex," joked Michael. "Is that a compliment?" "I don't know. You tell me," the comedian cackled. "Ah... I see you smiling." Steven pointed at Michael's face. "Poker faces are one of the hardest faces to make, let me tell you." "So, after you enjoy breakfast, would you like to play around?" "Nice, Steve! You cut right to the chase. I like that! Sure, why not?" Steven leaned over the table, placed his hand under his chin and smiled devilishly at Michael. When he realized that he didn't know what he actually agreed to, Michael's eyes opened wide, and looked around the kitchen sheepishly. Having your diaper changed, as an adult, was not common practice: that's what Michael was led to believe as he laid half-naked on the living room floor. Steven slipped the back of a disposable diaper underneath Michael's rear. Feeling the soft and cushy interior graze against his cheeks, Michael felt relaxed. It felt surprisingly comfortable and assuring. It was the same feeling that he's experienced when reuniting with an old friend. He could hear the diaper crinkling loudly, which was refreshing to his ears. When he pushed his body weight down on the diaper, the diaper felt like it was "hugging" him. Michael watched carefully as Steven applied the adhesive tapes, which connected the wings to the back of the diaper. "You're not objecting to any of this. I'm surprised," Steven muttered. "Don't worry. I'll get liquored up later and forget all about it." Steven laughed. "If it bothered you that much, you wouldn't do any of this, right?" When he was finished with his diapering, Michael pulled up the crinkly, elastic waistband up so it sat underneath his belly button. When he moved his diaper up, he felt his member brush gently against the feathery-like, soft interior. Michael felt like he was rolling around on a thick cloud. He felt secure. Slowly, Michael rose from bed and walked around the bedroom with a waddle. Crinkle, crinkle, crinkle. Each footstep caused the crinkling. He walked over to a nearby floor mirror, stood in front of it, and felt a sudden charge of sexual energy spread all over his body. He looked down at his crotch and admired the baby print designs that covered the front of his diaper: stars, teddy bears, balloons, bicycles, and planets. "Oh, for the love of... it's happening!" Steven squealed as he sat upright in bed, and made a sour facial expression. Concerned, Michael turned around and walked hastily over to Steven, who looked like he was in pain. "What's going on? Tell me!" "Hold your nose. Now!" Steven let out a noisy fart. For the next thirty seconds, Steven relaxed his muscles, took a deep breath, and rubbed his forehead. Michael smelled the end result. He resisted the temptation to tell a joke. He realized that Steven was telling the truth about having a medical condition. Steven didn't look like he particularly enjoyed the experience of soiling himself, but now that he fully relieved himself, he felt better. Nevertheless, Michael found it cute -- and yet very stimulating -- to see someone acting out of desperation. He was sympathetic but aroused. He tried to not leave the impression to Steven that he was somehow exploiting Steven's misery. "Oh my God, you pooped!" said Michael. "I pooped," Steven hesitantly admitted. "It's ironic because you put a clean diaper on me right before you --" "I know, I know," Steven grumbled. "Good thing you were wearing. I'll let you... change out of that." Michael waddled out of the bedroom. He closed the bedroom door behind him, and paced around the living room. Crinkle, crinkle, crinkle. He knew that he had to return to his apartment soon, and relax for a while by himself. He needed to think more clearly, but he wasn't able to do so at Steven's place. However, there was something that kept him from leaving. Michael felt magnetically attracted to the positive, youthful atmosphere around him -- and that led him to feel unrestrained. He knew that he had to go to work for his evening shift at the local Verizon store, but that was several hours away. He laid back on the couch and closed his eyes, wondering what life would be like if he could be a kid again. He imagined himself dressed in a blue demin playsuit, being escorted to a movie theater to watch The Muppets. He imagined sitting in a big theater seat with a large bag of buttery popcorn. There was no care in the world. And when the movie was over, he left the theater and wandered around the city, looking for the nearest candy shop. Once in a while, Michael enjoyed treating himself to marshmallow smores, candy corn, and caramel chews. After dining on a variety of delicious candy, he imagined himself being placed in the car on a child safety seat, and driven home when he would surround himself with toys and stuffed animals. When he woke from his nap, he opened his eyes and saw Steven petting his head gently. "Was I asleep?" asked Michael. "For a while, yeah. Not a problem." "You smell good..." Michael muttered a compliment. "Thanks! Took a shower about an hour ago." "Wait, what time is it?" Michael looked at his watch. It was four in the afternoon. Michael rolled off the couch and stood up. "Yikes, I have to get going." "Where to?" Steven asked. "Work." "Oh, I thought all amateur stand-up comedians were unemployed," Steven joked. "And I thought ther was no such thing as an adult baby." Steven laughed, patted Michael on the back, and bid him farewell. Michael hurriedly pulled up his pants and discovered that the task was more difficult than usual because of his diaper. He slowed down for a moment, and pulled his underwear over his diaper -- which reduced the crinkling noise. He pulled his pants slowly over the diaper, and adjusted his belt. The diaper produced a very dramatic-looking, bulbous shape around his waist. He looked down at it and chuckled. Suddenly, he felt a cold shiver going down his back; it was anxiety creeping around his spine. He was going out in public wearing a diaper, and he was concerned that others would notice him. Once he was done getting dressed, he left Steven's apartment and slowly walked toward his car. He pretended to show confidence as if nothing was different about him, but when he got into his car, he took a sigh of relief.