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ONE WEEK AND I'LL BE IN NEW YORK! I can't believe it's finally almost here!!!!

I was beyond mortified! There was no way in hell I wasn't going to get my ass kicked by Lynn at this rate! “Princes, are you alright?” Pardie asked me. “No you stupid fucking diaper! He’s now going to kick my ass because of you!” I told the diaper in a harsh whisper as I finished pulling it off me. Thankfully Pardie wrapped itself up to help cover up the smell and keep it from dropping on the floor. “Princes, should you use your sword or staff you could easily beat him,” Pardie told me as it floated close to my face. “What the hell?” I told the sued diaper as I shoved it away from me. “What are you talking about?” “If he poses a threat to you, you could just use your weapons to kill him,” Pardie told me. “No you stupid diaper! I'm not going to try to kill him!” I nearly screamed at the diaper. “Look, just get into my backpack and stay quiet ok!” FUCK MY LIFE! I just shit in a diaper and was caught by my best friend's dad who already hates me, and that diaper is telling me to just kill him… Why is my life so fucking weird now? I have no time to really think about that. The longer I stay up here the worse my situation is going to be. I need to get downstairs and hope to Zeus that Clover came up with something to tell him. But I have just one problem, I have nothing to wipe… There is no way in hell I'm going downstairs with shit on my ass. If Lyn no mush as smelt that… And I can't just leave the room to go to the bathroom or he might suspect something. Frantically I began looking around the room. There has to be something here for me to use. a towel? A blank piece of paper? Hell, I would settle for almost anything! But the room was clean, save for a pile of dirty clothes… Please, no…. I was down to two options, go downstairs and pray he doesn't smell me or wipe myself with my best friends clothes. After taking a quick look at the clothes I knew I couldn't use her shirt or pants. Both were her favorite and there were no socks which left one thing. I slowly picked up the pink and purple striped panties and held them up. I had knots in my stomach as I held them. For so long I wanted Clover's underwear but not like this. And not for what I was about to do… I put them behind me and I began to wipe. I could not believe what I was doing! This way by far one of the worst things I could possibly do to one of my best friends things! As I finished, there was an obvious brown stain on the underwear that made me want to gag. But I held it in. I knew I couldn't just put it back, hell if Clover found her underwear like this she would kick my ass. So I went to my backpack and put them in the plastic bag with pardie. A shit filled diaper next to a shit covered underwear. How could my life get any lower? With that taken care of, I pulled my pants back on and left clovers room to face one of my worst nightmares. Each step down those stairs sent a jolt through my body as my heart races faster and faster. Finally, I made it down the stairs I saw a very pissed off Lyn standing over Clover who was sitting on the couch. She was the first to see me and gave a nervous smile. When Lyn noticed me he walked over and grabbed me by the back of the neck with his big hands and dragged me over to the couch. “OWOWWOWWOW!” I yelled in pain before I was forcibly sat in the seat. “Ok tell me what the fuck was going on up there!” Lyn demanded. It felt like my throat had swelled up and I found it hard to speak. What in the world could I tell him? He saw me wearing a pink diaper with my pants around my legs! What type of explanation could you give!?! “I-im sorry daddy!” Clover yelled out. “It was my fault, not his!” Both Lyn and I turned to her, me hoping she came up with anything that didn't end with Lyn hitting me. “Y-you see, e-earlier Amani p-pranked me and i-i wanted to get back at him. S-so w-when we decided to play t-truth or dare earlier, I dared him to wear a-a diaper I got to embarrass him with.” Clover told her dad. Lyn angrily pinched the brim of his nose as he shook his head in frustration. He, himself, didn't know what to do in this situation. “It is too late for this type of bullshit,” Lyn said after a moment. “Get your shit and git in the car, Amani.” “W-what!?” Clover yelled confused. “I'm taking him home,” Lynn told her bluntly. “B-but dad! He did nothing wrong!” Clover told him. “Hush!” Lynn said in a harsh tone. “I'm already stressed as it is and I come home to see the fag in my daughter's room putting on a fucking diaper! He’s lucky I don't just kick his ass out of this house right now!” Lyn looked very pissed as he turned to me. “Now, go get your shit and get in the car,” he told me. He didn't need to go any further as I rushed to the stairs and up to clovers room. “YOUR AN ASS!” Clover screamed at her father as she ran up after me. As soon as we were in her room, I began panting as I tried to catch my breath, unaware I was even holding it. “I'm sorry this happened,” Clover told me as she stared down at her floor. “I-its ok. I-i thought it would be much worse,”I told her as I took a seat on her bed. “Still…” Clover said. There was an awkward silence that fell between us, only broken when I spoke up. “Truth or dare?” I commented. “Better than my first idea.” clover commented as she finally looked up and gave a nervous smile. “Which was?” I asked. “To tell him it was my fetish to see a sissy boy in a diaper,” Clover told me. Almost immediately we started giggling at the thought of her saying that to her father. How the hell would he react to that!? “Still, I'm sorry you have to go now,” Clover told me. “It's fine, at least he’s not kicking my ass,” I told her as I gave her a hug. “And thank you for helping me.” “Any time.” clover replied as she hugged me back. BANG! BANG! “Hurry up!” Lyn yelled from downstairs as he banged on the wall. I grabbed my backpack and rushed out of the room in hopes to not make him even madder than he already was. __________ The car ride with him was very tense. Neither one of us said a word to each other and just stared at the road ahead. My house wasn't very far, about a 10-minute drive, but the longer we drove the more scared I got. When we finally drove up to my house, I wanted to just jump out of the car and get as far away from lyn as possible. But I didn't, instead, I tried to act calm. “T-thank you for the ride.” I thank Lyn as I reached for the door handle. “Just one second,” Lynn said as he grabbed my shoulder and squeezed it hard. ‘Oh fuck!’ my mind screamed as I turned to face Lyn. “I don't give a flying fuck how gay you are, if I ever find you with your pants down in my daughter's room again, I will kill you,” Lyn told me with a dead serious face. “Do I make myself clear?” ‘C-cristle.” I stammer. “Good,” Lyn replied as he let go of me and let me get out of his car. As soon as I was out I was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief as I watched Lyn drive away. When I got inside I scared my mother who was surprised to see me come home. I explained (most) of what happened and how I was kicked out for the night. She gave me a hug and told me things would get better. After that, I finally went to my room and collapsed on my bed. The events of the night repeating in my head. I got mad at something stupid, nearly got killed by a pink dinosaur, got stuck in the sissy outfit, forced to poop in a diaper, and clover’s father has a new reason to hate me. “My life is such a mess,” I mumble to myself. But something felt off as I thought back. So I tried to figure out what it was. I kept repeating the events over and over as I tried to figure it out. Then I sat up as I realized something. That pink dinosaur had my arms pinned, How did I un-tape Pardie to get back here? ---------- Finally got this chapter done! With working mornings, the stress of my best friend leaving, the stress of having a different friend stay with me, and being very exhausted, at least I kept my word I got done before the end of the week! So, I have 2 questions for you all this time. First, what should happen to the panties Amani has in his backpack? 1)clover finds them? 2) Amani winds up wearing them? 3)Amani gets rid of them? Next, random choice picks! Pick one! Boobs, butt, hair, voice, or nails?

Somehow, I was chatting with my boss and a coworker and the topic of drugs came out. I told them, truthfully, that I wouldn't even know where to look. If through some convoluted set of circumstances, I needed to score an ounce of marijuana in order to save the orphanage or something, I just couldn't do it. I wouldn't know who to ask, how much it would cost, what secret keywords to use, etc. And that's just fine with me. I can honestly say I'm not even curious about weed or anything else.

I didn’t take the poll because the wording precludes any of them. I don’t “always” smoke when diapered but I do when I feel like it. I too am in a job and state where I can’t smoke but I do anyway. When I start letting my job dictate what I can and can’t do when I’m not on the clock or company property then I’m no longer an employee but a slave and that’s illegal too. Hugs, Freta

Birch House Chapter 14 --- Ann --- I woke up Sunday and nawed on something in my mouth mumbling about mornings around it. I stretched both arms out to my sides straining to unlock my sleep tightened muscles. I released my stretch and my thumb landed right back in my mouth. It’s path had been as true as my morning trek to the coffee maker. I smiled remembering how much fun I had last night with my bestie and blinked my eyes to clear the sleep away. I rubbed my thumb off on my comforter absentmindedly, and my attention shifted. My mouth sought a different texture… a different shape. I fumbled around trying to satisfy the yearning. I flipped my pillow over not finding whatever was missing. I felt a tingle in the skin on my shoulders shivering up my neck as a touch of panic bounced on my heart strings. I flipped my covers back and it flew through the air landing on my dresser. I rushed over and shoved my pacifier in my mouth. Guess I was playing with it sometime last night. I hate when I can’t find it. Gah! Anxiety. I shivered. My sleep laden brain continued to thaw as the night melted away. I rubbed my thighs against the thickness of my diaper giggling around my pacifier about it being super wet. Clear headed, I noticed two things. The first was that Becca had ended up in my bed sleeping on my feet again, and I really needed a new diaper. It was swollen to capacity. I took a deep breath to yell at Mom for a change, but then I remembered I was living in my own home… Mom wasn’t here, she was at her place. Poop! I hate growing up! I threw a mental temper tantrum. Just a few years ago, Mom would have changed me when she woke up. I wouldn’t even had to have gotten outta bed! It was an lingering argument for me. I did hate how outcast my diapers made me, but I totally loved them too. I had a bit of a lazy streak when I was younger and I dealt with my diapers by ignoring them. I’d left it up to Mom as long as I could. I pushed at Becca with my feet trying to wake her up. My knees were hurting again. I didn’t know if they were achey because of sleeping weird, or if I was growing again. Daddy had warned me about that. Growing pains… “price of beauty”. He’d told me. Whatever! I puffed my cheeks and blew air around my paci. I rolled over dropping my legs to the ground groaning a bit as my knees picked up a touch of pressure. I put my pacifier in my nightstand and smiled around my thumb that quickly took its place. I waddled over to my changing table and nabbed a diaper before climbing on top of it. If I hurry, I can get back to bed before Mrs. Morning Sunshine Smiley Pants wakes up and won’t let me go back to sleep! We can watch Netflix later. I slid off the changing table and made longing eyes at my bed. I felt around my chest for my binkie. It wasn’t strapped to my shirt, so my thumb was in my mouth before I had a moment to feel empty. I sighed wishing someone would have changed me instead of me doing all the work. I missed my Mom. I heard Becca stir and start sniffing around. I smiled imagining her cutie little nose wrinkling up while she figured out if it was time to get up. I swear she can SMELL sunshine! I stealthily dropped my diaper in it’s pail and ninja’d over to my bed praying I wouldn’t wake her. I sat softly back down in the bed and slid my bare legs under the covers my new diaper crinkling merely. I gently pulled the comforter up to my shoulders. Laying very still, I waited to see if Becca would wake up and ruin my chance to sleep in. I loved it when she stayed up here with me, but I hated her in the mornings. I rolled over to my side and decided I wanted my Hello Kitty paci. Mom wasn’t a fan, but she got them for me anyway. I giggled at the memory and pulled pacifier from the nightstand and closed my eyes. So much better! I remembered as I fell back asleep. --- Becca --- I freaking love the feeling of Annie’s feet under my belly. Keeping her cold ass toes warm is the shit! I took a deep sniff of the air in the room. Sun’s up. Annie’s fresh and I’m not. I need a shower. No bacon on the stove. I hate cooking. I was resigning myself to another pop tart or a bowl of cereal when I shifted. My borrowed throw blanket rubbed abrasively against against my hair. GAH! I hate that feeling of something running my hair against the grain! I shivered a full body shiver running from the nape of my neck to my tail. My sports bra was doing a good job of keeping my sensitive chest in check as I lay against my best friend’s feet, my crush. I couldn’t think of her like that though. I’d promised myself. Police tape Bitch! Wrap that shit up! No thinking of Annie that way! I unfolded myself, and inched up along Ann’s side staying on top of her comforter. I’d promised Trent no hanky panky and by all that’s holy I was going to fucking deserve that trust he’d shown me. It helped that Trent was thinking of Annie as fucking hot now too. We’d had some weird but thrilling sexy roleplays these last couple of days. I think it helped us both scratch a certain itch. Speaking of itches… I lifted my right foot and scratched under my bra, ahhh much better. I whined a bit and rolled off the back side of Annie’s bed. I thudded heavily onto the floor and crawled over to the fading patch of sunlight in front of her bedroom window. My early morning sun, must have been closer to midday sun! Eh, it’s Sunday… Who cares? I laid there as noon came and stole away the rest of the warming sun. I gathered my energy and started crawling toward the bathroom. I shook my head trying to wake the rest of the way up, but sleep was clinging to me harder than it usually did. I caught a whiff of Annie’s urine by the changing table and moved closer to find the spot on the floor that was catching my attention. I should have gotten up… She dribbled on the floor. Wonder how wet she is now? When did she change? I isolated the exact spot where she had dribbled on the carpet. It wasn’t in the right spot for pissing while she was changing, so I guessed a really full balled up diaper probably dribbled on it’s way to the diaper pail. What the fuck? Where the hell did this come from? Why the hell is there a kids changing table in here? Why the hell did I know it was a fucking changing table. I listened to Annie’s faint adorable snoring while I worried over this piece of furniture I’d never seen before. I couldn’t remember it being there the night before. I was processing all that while I turning around and hovering over Annie’s pee spot. I looked over my shoulder trying to remember the table and whether I’d ever seen it before when I started to cover Annie’s scent mark with my own. “Becca Phillips, what the HELL are you doing?!?” Annie slurred at me jumping up suddenly out of her bed. “Heh” I chuckled dropping my pussy to the carpet drying it off. “You fucking cussed! Yes!” I laughed standing up. “Becca!” Annie shouted at me dropping her pacifier letting it dangle by the clip on. Is she shorter? Diaper sure is wet. I wish she’d let me help her with those, but it’s prolly for the best that I don’t see what’s under that droopy diaper I thought cocking my head to the side thinking. I swear she was asleep… Annie’s anger flushed her face and she stomped over to me adorably, “Bad Girl!” Ann shouted at me wagging her finger threateningly. She was about as intimidating as cotton candy to sand paper, but I immediately whined and dropped my gaze to the floor. “That’s not grass or a toilet is it?” She huffed. “Bad Girl!” My best friend yelled at me pointing at the floor. I wasn’t sure what she was so worked up over, but I did notice a trickle of pee falling down my leg hair like a plinko game. Shit. Got up to fast. Meh… I needed a shower anyway. “Huh?” I asked Ann confused. My feelings were more than a little hurt that I screwed something up, even if I wasn’t sure what the hell I’d done. “I told you, you could pee in your own floor when ever you wanted too, but it smells like a dog potty down there. I won’t have it on my carpet young lady.” She kept on bitching at me. I looked down and saw the wet spot on the carpet. It seemed huge. That seemed important to Annie, but I wasn’t sure what I’d done wrong. I covered the scent like I was supposed to… “Oh” “Holy” “my” “Fuck” “Goodness” Annie and I shouted at the same time. It was at that moment that I looked at Annie noticing how much shorter she was, still taller than me, but shorter than normal. Her hair was shorter too, not to mention the fucking pacifier dangling from her shirt. At least she clipped it on this time… I thought. Wait... What the fuck! “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t awake yet and I…” I was freaking out. “I know Becks. It’s my fault really. I got up and went back to bed.” Annie consoled me. “I should have let you out.” Let me out? I turned around and raced for the bathroom to get a towel or something to clean up the floor. My tail had been tucked neatly between my legs during my sprint, but sweeped a whole shelf of diapers off into the floor making a fucking mess in the bathroom. “God I’m such a bad girl.” I whimpered my tail tucking between my legs again. I shuddered overwhelmed with failing Annie. I wanted to hide, because I couldn't stand disappointing her again. She was so good to me. All I wanted to do was be a good wife, have some pups, and be a good girl. Pups? WHAT THE FUCKIING HELL IS GOING ON! Annie caught up to me after throwing the dry diapers back on the shelf by the bathroom door. She pulled me into a hug and kissed my head. She ran her hand down my hair and down my back. I started to calm down immediately. I reached up and put her pacifier in her mouth smiling at her. She smiled at me around her pacifier and we turned to the bathroom sink together holding each other. Annie screeched dropping her soother to the end of the tether. “Why am I short? Why the binkie? What’s going on?” Annie blurted out freaking at her image in the mirror. “Arooooo!” I howled in confusion. “Hush girl!” Annie said quickly looking over at me. “SHIT!!!” Annie yelled looking at me making me smile briefly before I took my turn to flip the fuck out. I saw the look of panic in her eyes, both of us caught mid inhale. We couldn’t catch our breath. Annie ran her hand along my head palming it just above my ear and turned me toward the mirror again. “What happened last night?” She asked the mirror. But I didn’t have any more answers than she did. I leaned forward bracing my hands on the sink to get a better look at my face, but got distracted by my hands. They were different. They were my hands, the hands I went to bed with last night but… not. Different. My fingertips were swollen, sort of puffy, and my nails had changed. They were longer and wickedly curved. They were thicker too. Some of them were flesh colored and some were black, but they all curled past the end of my fingers in a delicate deadly sharp arc. I… Claws… Fucking Claws? I glanced over at Annie. She seemed conflicted and mesmerized at her own image. Her hand hovered with the pacifier half between her chest and her mouth. I reached out to her wanting to comfort my friend and saw my palm. My palm and fingertips were rough with patches of dark raised skin. I… Pads? Paw pads? I kept flipping my hands back and forth trying to absorb what I was looking at. This shit is fucking screwed the hell up! What the fuck is going on. I felt my tail uncurl as my sham fled and anger rose. I felt it twitch as fear crept up on me. I reached behind myself and touched my tail. What in the hell! Oh Fuck! I yipped, “Oh Fuck That! Oh Fuck This! Oh Fuck everything!” I screamed turning circles holding my tail. --- Molly --- “I’m sorry I cussed, Becks!” I squealed afraid she was ashamed of me. “WHAT THE HELL AM I?” She yelled tapering off into a howl. “You’re you! What’s wrong?” I asked confused. “I’M A FUCKING WEREWOLF!” Becca yelled at me. “You’re not a werewolf honey. You’re you.” She told me reaching out and scratching behind my ear. I’m glad she likes this. It’s comforting to me too. She huffed and leaned into my hand. “See everything’s ok. Except I seem to have lost six inches last night, and my boobs.” I giggled. I reached up my palms falling flat against my chest. They hadn’t done that in a long time. I didn’t start blossoming up top until I was fifteen or so, with my last big growth spurt. I could feel something there, but there wasn’t much. “Lord Becks, I look like I’m fourteen again.” I stood there astonished. My arms were thinner and so were my legs. I looked… gangly. I was sort of stretched out. My face was fuller than it had been the night before too. The harder I looked, the more differences I saw. Not the least of which was I could see. I ended up sitting my glasses down on the sink. My vision had shifted from farsighted to nearsighted at seventeen after my first year of college. “What’s going on Becks? I’m younger… Your hair feeling funny again?” I asked her wondering why she was worked up. I smiled at her turning circles chasing her tail. “Did I fucking look like a hairy mix breed to you last night Annie?” She huffed. “Awe, Becks. I told you I don’t like that. Just go with Molly. Sides Molls is my nickname Becks. Always has been.” I told her. “Annie, you’ve had me calling you Ann for nearly eleven years!” Becca looked at me exasperated. “I…” I stalled my brain catching up to the situation. Annie… Ann… I… My brain restarted in spurts and jogs. A few seconds later, I felt the last ten or so years meld with my first fourten or so. Shock overtook me while my brain re-arranged. “No…” I stuttered. “I uh, call me Molly for now Becks. No…” I reach for the mirror to see if it were a trick of some kind. “No what?” Becca asked. “I, no… You didn’t, uh, look that way last night.” I admitted slowly. “I didn’t look like what!” She huffed. “You didn’t look like a… an angry puppy.” I whispered. “That’s FUCKING right I didn’t! I heard the angry puppy bit ‘cause I have ridiculous full sized dog ears flopping around my head that I didn’t have yesterday.!” She was still yelling. “I…” I got caught up in a fit tears started welling up in my eyes. She keeps yelling at me. I didn’t do this. I’m not me either! I dissolved into tears. Huge slow moving tears trickled down my face splashing down to my childish Cinnamon Bun nightgown. I stomped my foot trying to get myself back together, but it didn’t work. It just made me look more childish. I couldn’t control my emotions. They were out of control and very intense. “Oh Annie…” Becca reached out to me. Her furry clawed hands reaching for me. “Molly, please.” I told her aware of my desire to seperate myself from my childhood, but feeling like it no longer fit. I’m in a wet diaper crying like a baby… Annie is gone. She was a dream. Becca grabbed my shoulder with one hand and my pacifier with the other. I have no idea why she grabbed it, but the moment she touched it, I longed for it. Becca sniffed and sort of puppy smiled at me while slipping the binkie in my mouth. I should be scared of those nails, but it’s Becca. I’d never be scared of her. For her maybe, but never of her. She pulled me into a tight hug and I looked down over her shoulder and caught some movement. Holy Cow! She has a tail! I reached down bending even further over and touched it. Becca gasped. “Don’t touch my tail!” She barked. “Ahh! Sorry! Uh… Why?” I asked. “Cause it’s sensitive Molls. Like boob sensitive Baby.” She told me laughing into my chest. I shoved my binkie over to the side of my mouth so I could talk around it like I had been doing it all my life. I hadn’t had a pacifier in my mouth in nearly twenty-three years, but it was so comforting. I couldn’t help but smile around it while we talked. Dear God. I don’t know what’s going on. It feels like there are two of me in my head. Help me Lord. Amen. I had a childish teenager and an accomplished business woman crawling around in my head. I could feel my old life, every day of it. I had new memories too, or maybe feelings. Or, old memories that felt new… different maybe? I wonder if Mom remembers changing my diapers like I do now? She’d helped me a lot, but hadn’t done a traditional diaper change in many years. I was definitely in single digits. Wait no… she changed me when she was here last. When did she before? I wonder if she remembers me having binkies. Is that normal now? I was itching to call her and compare realities. At the same time, I was scared to know what was going on. I felt like I woke up in some crazy alternate universe. I centered my binkie creating a seal and started nursing it immediately. I felt myself center, calm, and relax. I felt more capable. Which was ridiculous. Feeling more like an adult who could take care of things because she was sucking on a pacifier. Insane.

Hi Collins and welcome to DD. Folks around here are quite friendly as I've experienced.

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The Diapered Story of Robin Smith and Her Unconventional Solutions. 13. I sleep poorly under the influence of the prescription medicine. I missed the dead-to-the-world sleep like I normally get. Instead, I got one of those naps where you surface checking the clock every few minutes. I can’t toss and turn like I normally would. I’m a roller, but my damn boot acts like an anchor keeping me from resting. Totally unsatisfying! This nap is turning out to be more trouble than it’s worth… Normally I wake up with my pad a bit damp. It’s not like I’m sleep wetting or anything, but more like a series of piddles throughout my wiggly sleep. My pad isn’t soaked nor do I wet my bed, but my pads are almost always a little squishy. I feel like it happens because of my restless body syndrome (I’m self-diagnosed!) I figure when I’m rolling around in my bed the movement releases a bit of pee no matter what I do. I blink my eyes trying to shake off the medicinal haze and lack of a real rest. I reach out slapping around for my cell phone wishing I had force powers like in Allen’s movies. Finally finding it, I sit the phone on my chest after checking the time, apparently its 8:30pm. Molly should be in bed by now. Wonder if muh Man is still in the living room. [Me] So… what’s a girl gotta do ta get sumpin ta eat? [Allen] What are ya offering? I could think of a few fun things… [Allen] Seeing any pink elephants? [Me] God what did I do? Was it as bad as those dentist videos? [Allen] Nowhere close. [Allen] Still very amusing. [Me] Does that mean I have already entertained you enough to get some food? [Allen] I’ll feed ya either way. Wanna get out of there a while or soup in bed? [Allen] Also, this is way better than yelling and waking up the kiddo. [Me] I know right. How’d our parents do this? [Me] I’d like to get out of this bedroom, but uh… I pause no knowing exactly how to ask my next question… [Allen] … yes? [Me] can I get a change first? [Allen] Change of what? [Me] You know. [Allen] I have no idea what you’re talking about. [Me] Shit… don’t make me say it. [Allen] Type it baby you can do it. [Me] Diaper *stick tongue out emoji* [Allen] What about it baby? [Me] Don’t push me. I am the vaginal control tower. I can deny your entry codes way longer than you can circle the airport without crashing. [Allen] This pussy monopoly must stop! Baby will you help me make some protest signs? [Me] Yeah, protest that at city call. Husband’s Vaginal Visitation Rights. OMG! That would be fucking hilarious. [Allen] *Gasp emoji* what were we talking about? [Me] Will you come change my diaper and carry me to the living room? [Allen] Gotcha, see that was way easier than being the woman behind men’s vagina suffrage. [Me] I feel like I’ve been setup. [Allen] It’s possible. Daddy Diaper Service on the way. I could hear Allen in a light jog coming down the hall. I looked down at my chest again to see that he’d put me in one of my white onesies. It feels dry. Least he didn’t screw the laundry up. I reach down and pinch the diaper beneath the material. It feels a little squishy, but I just don’t see the point in sitting around in a wet diaper! Being all bed ridden and immobile seems like an invitation to diaper rash! Better send Allen for some baby oil and powder when he gets here. Ain’t no body gots no time fo dat! “Daddy Diaper Services at your…” he draws a blank “service?” he asks laughing and raising his eyebrow. “Allen.” I say exasperated. “May I have a clean ass and dry butt and a sausage Totino’s?” “Of course you can Princess Mommy!” “Allen…” “Yes dear.” “Much better. Hey grab some baby oil and baby powder from Molly’s room while you run out to pre-heat the oven. Uh… feel free to make yourself one to. You know, if you’re hungry. Sorry babe. Ah… also I like my pizza rack backed and crispy.” “Sorry for what?” he asks. “I don’t know. I feel bad bossing you around. I stay at home and don’t work as much so I can do that stuff for you, well, most of the time. But, I just don’t know how to beat around the bush and be all polite and stuff.” “That’s why you’re the boss lady not the worker bee dear. Those idiots you work with couldn’t tie their shoes without you. That’s why they had to ask my big Princess for help even though she put in her notice years ago.” He coos. “Pfft. Fat lot of good quitting did. I may work less hours, but the problems are all more complicated now. I suppose I should just be grateful I’m only solving the big problems not all of them anymore. Hey, I have a great team! They haven’t called me all weekend and I have a board report on Monday. That’s saying something!” “How you gonna do that baby?” “Shit.” I crow. “Guess you need your laptop in the living room too?” Allen says. “Come here and kiss me my smarty pants man.” He kisses me. It imbues woman feelings not the toddler I’m dressed up as. Don’t get me wrong. I love my diapers. I like my onesies. It’s just that in my mind they are a convenient sexy way to turn my man on and… I don’t know. Unique? Allen comes back with the baby oil and baby powder. I guide him through changing my diaper. Sure the principles are the same, but I want him to be extra careful not to get any powder in me while he’s dusting the baby oil. I want my baby oil rubbed in just right and a touch in the creases of my legs to help keep the noise down on the plastic shell of my diaper. That little bit of oil helps with the friction too! “All aboard the Allen Express.” He bellows standing up. Fucking Goofball. I think laughing to myself. If he hadn’t just rushed me to the emergency room and taken care of everything in that crisis, I’d swear he was a twelve year old boy. He hardly ever takes anything seriously. I suppose it’s a blessing though. I tend to be a bit too focused and a bit too serious. Maybe we are a bit like the light and dark side of the force bringing each other into balance. I laugh. Allen picks me up as if I weigh nothing. My legs drape over his right arm at the knee. The boot feels like a dead weight just lying there. I have nothing but pain and weakness available to me when I try to move it. The most annoying thing is the apparatus keeping my broken big toe locked into place. I swear it’s giving me big toe claustrophobia! I ached to scrunch it up and relieve the unnatural feeling. “Princess Mommy, your ass is bound and determined to make racket tonight.” “I know. These depends are crinkly as hell.” I acknowledge then mumble, “I like the noise.” “Huh. Didn’t get that.” “Nothing.” “Nothing sure sounds like, ‘I don’t want to tell Allen what I said and my poor pizza will just have to sit in the oven burning to a crisp since I’m so sensitive and stubborn’.” He mocks me with a parody of my own voice. “Not the pizza! Geneva conventions man!” I slap at his chest giggling. “Maybe for the pizza, but smelling it burn is a good punishment for not telling Daddy what you said.” He chuckles. “But I’m so hungry…” I whine. “Then tell me what you said.” He insists cheerfully starting to spin me in circles. “I said that I like the sound. I hear it with Molly. I hear it with these a lot. Molly’s have a sort of fabric looking plastic on the outside. It’s not as loud, but the crinkles remind me what I’m wearing each time.” I admit. “And I like it.” “Well, if you like them and you know I love them… I don’t see you out of them any time soon. Do we need to go burning man on your underwear drawer?” Allen chuckles. “This is what you prefer me to wear?” I ask. “Really?” “Yeah baby. How many other full-grown-ass women do you know that are wearing diapers for their men? It’s super fucking sexy to know you’re wearing it for me.” “Normal women wear crotchless panties or a wireless vibrator or something to turn their men on.” I deadpan. “Yeah but this is so much better cause you like them too.” “That’s true.” Allen dumps me on the couch and fetches my pizza. He’d propped my leg up on the coffee table in a nest of pillows so it wouldn’t roll side to side. I have no strength. My foot just keept lolling to one side or the other until he nested it into the pill of pillows. I eat my pizza and watch the news while typing a memo to my department head and my team. I inform them of the injury and the medication I’m taking. I tell them we should postpone the meeting till later in the week, but that I’d be attending by video conference regardless… and likely with the camera disabled. “I told them we could meet by video later in the week, but that I’d be mic only.” I tell him sending the email. “Why just the audio? I’ll bring you your makeup and a nice top.” Allen offers. “Look, if I can’t move around and clean myself, put my makeup on at my mirror in the bathroom, or pick out my own clothes, then I’m not going to worry myself about that. I’ll wear the nicer onesie and a diaper under my covers with the laptop on the breakfast table in the bed. No worries!” “Shit… now I have a song stuck in my head.” Allen laughs. He goes back to reading his tablet while I surf the internet casually watching the news. This is our real together time. Normally, my feet would be in his lap and I’d have my laptop on my stomach lounging on my end of the couch. This is the time we water and nurture our marriage by just hanging out together in peace. The time of the day where we remember that we love each other and that we can still share amicable silence despite the day’s dramas. I purposefully flood my diaper soaking myself completely. The sweet tea that I’d been chugging with my pizza knocked on the door of my bladder and I rushed it in. I hear the hissing in my diaper as I finally put some real push and pressure on a full wetting. I scrunch my toes in the walking boot (well, all but the big broken one) and feel elated that I don’t have to rush off to the bathroom. Maybe I’m just lazy…ha! It’s not like diapers are a wonder solution. They still have to be changed. They still have to be disposed of too. Since I’m going to keep shaving while I wear them, I still have to shave every day. Then there is the extra smelly trash and the more trash. Not to mention they have a cost associated with them. No diapers are usually shunned by those with control for a reason. I think they may be more work in the end… But, in my situation... not so much. Allen likes doing the work. He loves how I look in them. He feels special because I’m wearing something kinky for him. I love them. I love how they feel. I love how they look. I adore the crinkle sound. The biggest bonus is that I finally don’t have to worry about the Piddles. I’m master of my bathroom destiny now! I go when I want. I go where I want. I’m no longer the slave to my bladder! That is a liberating thought. I smile to myself at the freedom. No rushing off. Just doing my own thing bladder be damned! “Allen, when you can… I’m wet.” I tell him cheerfully. “Well that’s a turnabout. You couldn’t even tell me you liked how they sounded earlier.” “Pfft, it’s not like I’ve been wearing them that long babe. It’s new, but I love it. Even if my foot were fine, I’d prolly have gotten up three or four times since I came out of the bedroom just for bathroom trips. Every time I stand up I have to worry if I’ll piddle or even flood my pad. I have to think so much about my damn bladder…” “Not anymore! When your home that’s my job. I’ll just change you when I change Molly. Surely you can’t go more that our little leaky faucet!” “Really, you will? I mean I thought I’d have to handle it all when my foot was better.” “Nope, I really don’t mind. And any excuse I have to rub you down in oil is a good one with me!” Allen says lecherously.

Hell YA I love taking XTC LSD and pot while diaperd in fact i was on two tabs last weekend from what i can remember i had a fun time. I thought i was the only one out there that did diapers with drugs. Everyother AB or DL i met are so anti-drug it was depressing