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From Tenant to Baby: CH 17 Opening night came quickly despite Jordan’s excitement. The weeks leading up to it were spent working on both the files in Derek’s office and his schoolwork. He was proud to say he had made quite the dent in them. And Derek was already using the new database he set up and praising him every time. Due to their conflicting schedules, the pair hadn’t had a set time for Jordan to go into his headspace, but Jordan was fairly certain they would the days following the movie premiere. After all, there was just something about putting both Jordan and Andrew together that brought out the little in them. Tying in something like superheroes and there was no way they were coming out with their maturity intact. Jordan was so sure of this, in fact, it only took a small bit of persuasion from Derek for him to agree to go to the movie diapered. It was a combination of that, and the fact that the movie was 3 and a half hours long that Jordan finally agreed and climbed atop the changing table as he had many times before. “I wish I had a cute little hero diaper cover,” Derek mused as he peered into the stash drawer to pick what Jordan would be wearing that night. “I’ll have to ask Mel.” “Preferably not something too thick,” Jordan piped up. “I don’t know, baby,” Derek smirked while pulling out a simple-looking diaper along with three booster pads. “Three hours is a loooong time.” Jordan’s jaw dropped and Derek laughed, putting the booster pads away. When Jordan was finally dressed, he was relieved that his diaper was almost indistinguishable from his black sweatpants and hero-printed hoodie. “Do you want to bring your binky?” Derek asked, motioning to the drawer of clips and pacifiers. “No…Even if it’s dark there’s still a chance someone sees.” Jordan shook his head. By the time they piled into Derek’s truck, Jordan carried only his cell phone and a light blanket to cover up with in the cold dark theater. Derek quickly assured that he had everything handled and Jordan just needed to enjoy himself. Speaking of, he felt his phone buzz in his pocket and pulled it out to see a text message from Andrew. “Andrew and Mel are 5 minutes out.” “Good. We’ll get there just in time.” Derek smiled. The lobby was packed with people milling about, everyone eager to see the new movie. Also, on the other side of the lobby sat a long foldout table with a banner taped to the front. On the banner was ‘FlixWorld Hiring Event! Join a Crew That’s Out of This World!’ Jordan winced as he saw Trevor manning one end of the table and speaking with a customer. Not wanting to let it bother him, Jordan instead took to looking for Andrew and Mel. Both of them were found leaning against a ticket kiosk and Derek took the lead walking over. “Looks like we’re all here,” He said with a happy smile. “I think it’s best if we divide and conquer. So, Mel would you mind grabbing some napkins and straws while I get the tickets?” “Not a problem,” She nodded. “That leaves you, boys, to get our snacks.” She looked at both Jordan and Andrew. “Don’t worry about candy, I have some in my purse. Just get some sodas and two large popcorn, alright?” Derek was quick to take out a FlixWorld gift card and hand it over to Jordan. “This has more than enough. When you’re done, meet us by the soda machines, okay?” Jordan had to stop himself from muttering, ‘Okay, Daddy’. Now wasn’t the time. Instead, he handed his blanket over to Mel and led Andrew toward the ever-growing concessions line. “I’m so excited,” Andrew beamed. “This is going to be so awesome. I’ve avoided social media all day to keep from being spoiled!” “Same, can you imagine what heroes they’re bringing in? It must be a lot for a 3-and-a-half-hour movie!” The two boys chatted as the line moved ahead. It was as they were near the front that a loud clearing of a throat could be heard. Turning quickly, Jordan noticed Kathy, an old coworker, staring right at him pointing to the sign in front of her that said ‘Premium Members Checkout’. Jordan, of course, wasn’t a premium member, but the message was clear as he pulled Andrew over to her line. “Jordan, oh my god,” She gave him a wide-toothed grin. “It’s been forever! How have you been?” Jordan couldn’t help but return her smile. “Really good actually. Started a new job and it’s going great. What about you?” Kat gave him a slightly strained look. “Could be better. I cut my hours here in half because it’s just absolutely chaos most of the time. You know,” She leaned closer over the counter to whisper conspiratorily. “Dustin just stopped showing up a week after you quit? Just stopped answering everyone’s calls! Whitney’s out of state for the month for training to be a GM. There are rumors she’s going to take Trevor’s job if he can’t lower the turnover rate here.” Jordan’s eyes widened. He didn’t expect that honestly. “But enough gossip. I’ll text you about it later. But for now, you’ve got a movie to see. So what can I get for you?” Jordan rattled off their order and she typed it into the register. “Four medium sodas and two large popcorns.” She nodded. “And I’m marking your drinks as delivery because Connor’s running the cart tonight and he’s going to be so excited to see you.” There was no room for argument. Jordan couldn’t help but laugh as he watched her give a conspiratory glance around the lobby to make sure Trevor was busy before swiping her employee badge to give him a discount. He handed over the gift card and she swiped that as well. Finally, as she was passing over the two tubs of popcorn, she reached for his hand and squeezed. “You look good, Jordan.” She said honestly, all joking aside. “Healthier.” “I feel better.” He assured her, squeezing her hand before letting go and walking off with Andrew. Derek gave a curious look at their lack of drinks but didn’t fuss as Jordan explained the delivery. Instead, he nodded towards the ticket podium and handed over the tickets. The podium worker was someone Jordan didn’t recognize, but he didn’t mind as they were directed down the hall. The small group found their seats easily enough and Jordan was relieved to find that, for the moment at least, there was nobody on the two seats on either side of them. The way they sat in the row was 2 empty seats, Mel, Andrew, Jordan, and Derek with two more empty seats on the other side. It took a little bit of shuffling, Mel and Derek each took a tub of popcorn so that the two littles between them could raise the middle cup holder and lean into the reclining seats. Their blankets were spread across their laps for the moment. And Mel dug through her purse before pulling out a package of baby wipes. “Try not to get butter everywhere, babes.” She instructed and the pair obediently put the wipes between them. Finally, with everything settled, they were free to watch the previews. Connor came not long after with their drinks, but he didn’t have much time besides giving Jordan a quick fist bump and darting off once more. And then the movie started. It was amazing from start to finish. Jordan didn’t even realize 3-and-a-half hours had passed by the time the end credits started rolling. He turned, looking at Andrew with wide eyes. “That. Was. Awesome!” He cheered and Andrew fervently nodded in agreement. “Did you see the part where they had the plane-” “And he jumped into the explosion?!-” “And when out the other side!” Quite a few handfuls of people had started to get up and leave, but Jordan stopped Derek as he went to stand. “We gotta stay for the end credit scene,” He begged, puppy eyes on full force. “Well you two do that, I need to go to the men’s room.” Derek smiled, patting his head. “Some of us didn’t come padded.” Immediately Jordan’s face flamed red and he buried his face into his blanket. How could Derek just casually say that?! “Speaking of which,” Mel smiled as she reached over to slip her hand down the front of Andrew’s pants. “Just what I thought. You’re soaked!” She chuckled. “Couldn’t help it,” Andrew gave a shy smile to Jordan and then Mel. “Didn’t wanna miss the movie.” “What about you, baby?” Mel asked, leaning forward to look at Jordan. Jordan only thanked the fact that Andrew was sitting between them so she couldn’t check. “Dry,” He spoke quickly. But he did need to go rather severely… “I can hold it til we get home.” Andrew fixed him with a strange look. “Why wait? We’re padded for a reason.” “Andrew,” Mel spoke in a warning tone. “Be nice. Let Jordan make his own choices.” It was right around then that the end credit scene started to play and the small group grew quiet again. The end credit scene was almost as good as the movie itself and Andrew and Jordan were talking about it even as they descended the stairs and threw their trash away outside of the theater. By then, Jordan was shifting from foot to foot and there was still no sign of Derek. “Andrew and I will meet you both at home, okay?” Mel asked, squeezing his hand. “He’s probably still waiting in line for the restroom.” “Okay, I’ll go look for him there,” Jordan nodded, waving the other two away before heading down the hall. It was pretty busy as several movies were letting out at the same time. But Jordan was well versed in navigating the busy theater halls from his time working there. At least, he thought he was before he clashed with someone heading for the way he just came from. Jordan quickly righted himself, an apology on his tongue before he saw a familiar trademark smirk. “Ah, Jordan. Fancy seeing you here,” Trevor’s cocky voice rang out. Jordan already felt a headache coming on as he adjusted his hold on his blanket. “Yeah, I just came to see the hero movie. I should probably get going-” “You know we’re having s hiring event out front. It’s not too late to reapply. I’m sure I could pull some strings and get you your old position back.” Trevor insinuated, leaning against the wall, blocking the way Jordan was going to walk. “I could even negotiate a small pay raise if you start tomorrow.” “No thanks. I have a job,” Jordan spat quickly, deciding to go down the other side of the hall. “Oh, come on,” Trevor wasn’t deterred as he started following Jordan through the crowd. “If this is about that stupid promotion, I’m sorry if you felt disappointed. But my reasonings were clear. How about we just clear the slate and start over, yeah?” “I have a job,” Jordan restated, sighing as a giant cardboard cutout blocked his path. He turned to go around but Trevor was already right there and a bit closer to Jordan’s space than he was comfortable in. Trevor let out a loud groan, getting the attention of several passersby before they kept on their way. “You say that, but I called the number that guy gave me and it went straight to voicemail every time. I’m starting to think you lied to me.” His brow furrowed into the hint of a glare. “Now Jordan,” He sneered Jordan’s name. “I’m being generous and offering you your old position back free of any write-ups or warnings. You’d do well to accept my offer.” Jordan’s shoulders were hunched in. It felt like all those weeks ago with Trevor forcing him to do the most undesirable menial tasks as a way of punishing him for stepping out of line. “I don’t-” I don’t want to! Jordan couldn’t force the words out. He felt 2ft tall. It was nothing like the gentle fog that encompassed his mind making him feel small whenever Derek spoke to him in that soothing Daddy voice. “Let’s go up front and fill out the paperwork, Jordan.” Trevor’s hand reached out to grab Jordan’s upper arm in a firm but not painful grip and started to lead him back to the lobby. Jordan knew he should pull away, but it was like his shoes were made of lead and his muscles wouldn’t react. “I have someone waiting for me. I can’t just-” “It’ll take two minutes.” Trevor insisted. “Some of your old coworkers are still here. I’m sure they’d be happy to see you again.” “Jordan!” A familiar and very welcome voice called out. “There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you.” Jordan then found the strength to yank his arm away from Trevor and dart over to Derek who had just come around the corner. He collided with Derek’s chest and immediately felt his welcoming arms wrapping around his shoulders. “Bud? What’s wrong? What happened?” Derek asked worriedly as Jordan’s fists gripped his shirt tightly. “Excuse me,” Trevor’s voice rang out from behind Jordan, causing him to tense up. “We were in the middle of something if you don’t mind. Jordan, let’s go.” Jordan shook his head quickly, nuzzling impossibly closer to Derek. He didn’t care if he looked strange, burying his face into the chest of a grown man. Derek was holding him securely with no sign of letting go. “I don’t think Jordan wants to go with you, pal,” Derek spoke calmly and evenly. “Go run along.” “Excuse you?” Trevor’s seething voice rang out causing Jordan to give the slightest tremble. “Excuse you, actually.” Derek never wavered in his hold. “We were just leaving.” “You must not know who I am,” Trevor put on his trademark sass. The kind of tone that had him labeled as ‘charismatic’ to the higher-ups whenever they decided to visit. “My name is Trevor Guzman and I’m the general manager here at FlixWorld.-” “No, you must not know who I am,” Derek sneered, his arms gently shifting Jordan to snuggle in under his arm rather than his chest. “My name is Derek Kay and I’ll have you know I have extensive ties to this community. It may not be tonight, it may not be this week, but I can and I will have you out of a job as soon as possible. I already have your voicemail and soon I’ll have all the footage from these cameras. Count your fucking days, Guzman.” Derek wasted no time shoving the pair of them past Trevor and out the door. Jordan couldn’t help it as he started babbling on the way to the car. “I’m sorry if I ruined the night, I was trying to look for you and he just wouldn’t leave me alone!” “You didn’t do anything wrong, baby boy,” Derek soothed immediately, and all heat from his tone disappeared. “I shouldn’t have left you. I could have waited 10 more minutes for the bathroom, but I wasn’t thinking. Let’s get you home, yeah?” Jordan really liked the sound of that. Back on the road, Jordan noticed the truck driving a longer route than usual. He shifted in his seat, hearing his diaper’s muffled crinkle as his thighs squeezed together. “Daddy, I gotta potty,” He spoke softly. Now that his body wasn’t panicked, the edges of fog that had been slowly creeping up from the movie were coming back in full force. But Derek said nothing. He merely leaned over and grabbed Jordan’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. It was obvious what he wanted to happen. Jordan’s fingers tangled in the blanket nervously. He hadn’t ever tried to wet on purpose. It was always out of his control. But…he wanted to do this for Derek. Closing his eyes, Jordan slowly opened his legs. His bladder ached with the effort to hold on, but Jordan was determined to let go. One of his fingers on his free hand reached up to push at his lip, not quite sticking into his mouth. He wished he hadn’t passed up Derek’s offer for a pacifier now… He took a deep breath. And another. In and out, slowly but surely relaxing more and more with each exhale. The first spurt came as a surprise and he couldn’t help his flinch. But of course, the diaper eagerly absorbed every drop. Derek’s thumb traced the back of his hand encouragingly. Slowly, throughout the ride, he managed to dribble more and more into his diaper until finally his bladder gave up and surrendered its contents into his diaper. For a moment, he was afraid it would leak. But the wetness distributed itself throughout the entire padding. It mostly soaked up under his bottom, but Jordan could feel the swell of it pushing his thighs apart as well. “Daddy,” He called out, finger dipping just a bit into his mouth. “Yes, baby?” Derek asked as he turned the truck to head down his long driveway. “‘M soggy…” A warm smile immediately spread across Derek’s face. It was as if Christmas came early and Jordan remembered something he had asked Derek a long time ago. ‘You really like this, huh?’ ‘Absolutely.’ It seemed like such a strange thing. Like an abstract concept that Jordan couldn’t quite grasp. But then again, he was the one looking forward to the diaper change he knew was coming. “Don’t worry, baby,” Derek assured him as he put the truck in park. “Daddy will clean you right up.” Mel and Andrew got out of their car as Derek and Jordan hopped out of the truck and the small group made their way inside. “Alrighty, we got two soggy bottom boys,” Derek announced, much to Jordan’s embarrassment. “Mel, feel free to take the nursery. I’ll change Jordan in my room.” “Sounds good to me, boss,” Mel smiled. “C’mon, Roo. Let’s get your widdle butt changed.” Derek turned to Jordan as the pair disappeared down the hall. “I’ll grab some supplies and meet you in my room, okay?” “Okay, Daddy,” Jordan responded, earning himself a kiss on the forehead. He tossed the blanket on Derek’s bed and started to pull at his hoodie. Getting it over his head, he tossed that aside too before discarding his shoes. Peering into the floor-length mirror Derek had next to his dresser, Jordan couldn’t help but notice how prominent the swell of his wet diaper was in his sweatpants. Cupping the front where the bulge was most noticeable, he could still feel the warmth of his accident pressing against his privates and his hand. He could sort of, kind of see what Andrew liked about it so much… Derek found him pulling down the waistband of the sweats, looking at the faded stars. He tossed an armload of supplies onto the bed. “C’mon, diaper boy,” He teased. “Let’s not get another rash.” Jordan scoffed, Tossing the sweatpants off his hips and stepping out of them. “I was just lookin’.” “Remind me to show you what simulated wettings are,” Derek mused. “I think you’d like it and I’d be more comfortable leaving you wet long enough for you to experiment…But for now, my baby has sensitive skin, and he needs a new pamper before his butt gets chapped.” Jordan’s face turned red, but he laid down on the changing mat regardless. Derek was efficient with diaper changes. Even if it wasn’t on an actual changing table this time. What caught Jordan’s attention was the double boosters Derek slipped under his butt with a baby blue diaper. It was quite thick, all things considered, and it seemed like Derek was making up for his earlier comment about three hours being a pretty long time. That done, Derek reached for a set of what looked like plastic underwear and slid it up Jordan’s legs. The plastic crinkled loudly as it settled around his padding. Each shift told Jordan just how little he was. Derek’s face held an excited gleam as he took in Jordan’s babyish appearance. But it appeared he wasn’t finished yet. Reaching for Jordan’s shirt, he slipped it off. Jordan didn’t have time to feel cold before a familiar footed sleeper set came into view. It was the navy blue one Derek had shown in him all that time ago. The set that no other little had ever worn before. Tears filled Jordan’s eyes at the gentle motions Derek demonstrated as he slipped the sleeper up Jordan’s legs. “D-Daddy-” He sniffled. “Daddy’s here, baby,” Derek assured immediately. The sleeper fit him perfectly. Like it was made only for him. It smelled of Derek’s laundry soap. It smelled like the nursery. He smelled like a baby. It was Derek’s favorite scent, of course. Once Jordan was all dressed up, each button is done up with care, and he slowly stood. Even in the slight bagginess of the sleeper, it was obvious to see his diaper and the plastic underwear underneath. He felt so small…almost…almost too small, he mused as he slipped back to sit back down on the edge of the bed. And once he was sitting, well it was much comfier to lay back. God, he wished he had a- And Derek thought of that too. As gentle as ever, Derek clipped a white strap to Jordan’s- Jordan’s sleeper and offered the attached binky to Jordan’s mouth. He accepted it greedily, small suckling noises filling the quiet air of the room. He was content now- Wait no. Not yet. “Mmmm-” Jordan whined, low and insisting. His knees bent, planting his feet on the edge of the bed. “‘Addy,” He slurred. “Wan’ my Kay.” Confusion colored Derek’s face before he had a sudden look of realization. “Daddy will go get her, babe. Just sit tight.” Derek was gone and back before Jordan could blink. This time returning with a familiar giraffe plush which he handed to Jordan’s grabby hands. Jordan could only imagine the sight he made. God, if his self from months before could see him now…Well…he’d probably be jealous… He felt like such a baby. He looked like one too, he knew. And he smelled like one. That must mean he was one. The mere thought sent a jolt of pleasure like butterflies through his stomach…He could get used to this. “Baby,” Derek’s eyes were wide. Absorbing every detail of him. “Would you be upset if I took a photo?” Jordan shook his head. That was perfectly fine with him. He tried his best to be cute as he saw Derek pull his phone out. He had his binky, he had his giraffe, his diapers, and his sleeper…There was just one more thing. Arm reaching out, Jordan made a grabbing motion not to the phone, but to Derek. The shutter went off before Derek realized, but as he pulled his phone away from his face, his eyes softened. Finally, Derek climbed atop the bed as well, wrapping his arms around Jordan and pulling him into an embrace. Jordan couldn’t help but coo. He had everything he could want. He had everything he could need. This…This was perfect. A/N: And there we have it! The unofficial final chapter of the main story for Derek and Jordan. And just minutes before the new year (CST anyway)! I hope the new year holds something special for each and every one of the lovely people who have read this story and taken the time to comment. Unfortunately, the original story of Derek and Jordan has come to a close. However! The story isn’t entirely over! After all, we have quite a few loose ends to tie up. For instance: How well does Jordan do in school? How will Derek’s life change now that he has a little of his own? And a few more antics I can think to put these guys through. However, at the moment, I would like to take a break and work on other projects. I am, after all, writing my own book. And I have been putting that off to work on this story. I’ll still be around of course. And I may even post an update to this story. Or I might continue an old story. Or I might start a new one! Also, I would like to say that my PMs are always open for those wanting to talk about this story, or one of my others, or just wanting to talk! And lastly, thank each and every one of you that has read this story or commented or cheered me on. It’s been you guys that have kept my motivation for writing going and making me fall in love with the characters that were once just a basic concept. ❤️ Hugz and Luvz xoxox - Valen Lavellan

Nappy new year! I wet my pants last night. I suspect many people do on New Year’s Eve for various reasons. As I understand it, at Times Square in New York City, wet pants at midnight are par for the course. In my case, wet pants would not have be in anyway unusual except that I mean literally, not metaphorically. I was in an evening-shift Abena L4. I was a bit out of sync with respect to nappy changes but had planned one before bed. We long since gave up the “waiting up until midnight” thing… Neither of us can be bothered. My beloved retires first. More of a night owl myself, I remain in the lounge watching all the kind of desperate YouTube rubbish that I would not be able to watch with lest I marinate in the cold, sour sauce of her disapproval as well as warm wee. After another 30 minutes or so, having finished my last flower-vase of Shiraz, I reluctantly arose from my comfy chair. I almost immediately felt the tell-tale coolness of wet clothing against my skin. The front of my shorts was soaked. Not damp, soaked… At least they were black (these days I don’t buy pants in any other colour). Additionally, my (grey) t-shirt was visibly wet below my belly button. Being grey, it had helpfully turned black where I had managed to pee on it. Being an evening-shift nappy on a three-nappy day, I hadn’t bothered with plastic pants. I didn’t think I’d be using them enough to worry about that. The nappy was on with only a compression pant over the top to hold it in place. Somehow, the armchair had remained dry. The t-shirt and shorts were a write-off. They went straight into the washing machine and I changed into my night gear. Outside of the bedroom with no shorts, I had to enter the marital chamber clad only in a nappy and plastic pants before in order to retrieve some camouflaging pyjamas. Fortunately, my beloved falls asleep like a rock falling into a pond. I don’t think she noticed and even if she did, well, it’s hardly new news these days that hubby wears nappies. I’m assuming I’d just experienced a catastrophic failure in the Abena waterproof layer that allowed my pee to percolate slowly-but-directly out through the “waterproof” front into my pants and t-shirt. The rear thighs of my disposable was still dry suggesting the capacity was not a factor at play. I was aware that I was using my nappy as the evening rolled on but lately, specific recall around this has been markedly muted. I’m quite commonly finding myself in need of a change but lacking specific insight as to how this requirement emerged. The thing that is baking my noodle so to speak on this is that on the balance of probabilities, I most likely was sitting with a fairly visible wet crotch when she leaned over me to kiss me goodnight. I thought she’d have made some comment for the sake of the furniture if nothing else… In any case, it’s 2023 already from my time zone and I’ve just woken up to my 5th consecutive New Year’s Day in a nappy. The available evidence suggested that a lot of the action it saw happened whilst I was asleep which has been quite a thing for the last few days. I haven’t had a “dry” night since Christmas. Who’d have thought the ride would have lasted this long.

Chapter 2: These People are Strange I was at the table, at the Harrisons, this family of like six. They had two boys and two girls, and then there were Robert and Angela. I was at the table, with a bowl of mashed potatoes in front of me. It was dinner, and all around me, the rest of the Harrison family was eating, but I wasn’t allowed to touch mine yet. I was usually starving as I stared at this bowl of white mush that rested in front of me, staring at me, as if I was a dog, begging, waiting for permission, eyeing the treat. But something was different this time as I eyed this bowl, for the first time since I could remember, my stomach not even rumbling. I felt defiant at this small bowl of mashed potatoes, and I felt like asking-- “Is that really all you are giving me?” but I knew better. I would get hit with the belt, and then I’d not be fed tomorrow for my insolence. I had to keep a level head and know that being grateful was necessary. I peed in my pants as I waited for permission to get my bowl and start eating. I did it as slowly and as quietly as I could because I didn’t want to get caught. I wanted to eat and finish eating before they hit me. Once they started hitting me, dinner time would be over for me. Even if I wasn’t that hungry tonight, I would certainly be starving tomorrow if I ate nothing now. It felt weird not to be hungry. It was an unfamiliar feeling. I have never felt like this before. I shook as I sat there, waiting, eyeing the food, wondering if I could even eat it all. I itched a little bit, and I shuffled in my seat as a little more pee drizzled into my padding. They put like a hundred layers on me when they diapered me, mostly because they didn’t want anyone in public to see the shame. It was, somehow, their shame even though it was me, that was on display for all to see if my butt got wet. I was already wet, I think. I had wet at school like twice today, I think, and I had not been allowed to change yet. It was wasting diapers if I changed before the diaper leaked into my pants. I was told to leak at home, but never in public. It was like they didn’t think I felt any shame if anyone knew. I didn’t mean it to happen. I shuffled a little bit again in the chair. Any other day, that bowl of mashed potatoes would stare me in the face, making my mouth water, and making me antsy to eat it. Any other day, it would be torture watching everyone eating while I sat there like a dog, waiting permission, as though this was a treat for me. Any other day. I drizzled a little more, but the drizzle didn’t stop. I closed my legs together trying to stop it. I put my hands down inside my panty-diaper, down into the pads, and tried to push at it to stop, but it just kept coming out, all over my hands. I couldn’t stop it. Now, I did it. Any minute, it was probably going to leak, and they were going to see me, and they were going to throw my potatoes at me, and then pick me up, and they would…. My eyes felt hot and stinging. I was shaking. But my eyes were now seeing dark. There was something different. The table I was sitting at was fading into dark. The chair I was sitting on, seemed softer somehow, and I felt like I was not sitting. No, it felt like I was on my back. My hands still felt wet. My legs were trying to push on the diaper. The diaper was soaked. Panic sat in, and I bolted up in a sitting position as I felt pee pour around my diaper and pour into the blankets I was covered up in, and the back of my diaper was sitting in a puddle. Pee had come out of the panty-diaper legs. The padding was not as thick as I thought it should be. That’s not all that was different. As I felt under me, the blankets that were wet, the bed was soft! I wasn’t supposed to sleep in a bed! I was in the wrong place! When the Harrisons find out…. I started to sob knowing I was going to get it. I jumped off the bed, sobbing, and I gathered at the blankets and pulled them to the closet floor, where I was supposed to sleep, and I laid there, the stale urine did nothing to my nose. It was used to that smell. But I shook because the damage was done. The bed had a wet spot in it and they would know I was in it. I shook in the closet, unable to keep from whining, though I did try hard not to make it too loud. I sniffled trying to calm myself. Waking them would only make it worse. I was itching. I had the closet door pulled closed so that I was at least in the right place when I was found. I couldn’t do anything about the bed, but maybe they wouldn’t hit me as hard if they found me where I was supposed to be. I heard a loud click. I tried harder not to make a sound though I was still shaking from sobbing and had trouble keeping my emotions under control. I was scared. They were going to be really mad when they saw the bed. “Lauren!” someone called into the room. It wasn’t that giant that was calling me. It wasn’t Mrs. Harrison either. It was someone else. The voice was somewhat familiar, but I dared not believe the dream I thought I had last night. The dream that someone actually gave me food, that someone actually changed me when they saw me wet, and they didn’t push me, hit me, and yell at me for it. Wait, did I really pee all over my pants, and a woman’s pants in public? I think I did. But why don’t I feel new bruises and pains? “Lauren, baby, where are you?” the voice sounded concerned somehow. It wasn’t a mad kind of stop playing voice. It was a voice that was more like please come and talk to me. I pushed the closet door open a peek so I could see the woman in the room. It was the woman in my dream. She had red-brown hair, freckles, and green eyes. Her hair was a little messy right now, and she was in a nightgown, but it was her. “There you are,” she seemed to sigh as though she was worried and suddenly, the worry went away. I looked up at her, shaking. She must have seen the bed by now. “What are you doing in the closet?” the lady asked me. I blinked up at her. I had no answer. Wasn’t that were I was supposed to be? “Never mind,” she smiled at me as she then pulled me out of the closet. The smelly sheets coming off of my leaking diaper. “Don’t be scared,” she pulled me to her as she sat down and pulled me into her lap to sit on her. I shivered. I don’t think anyone put me in their laps before this, well, not in my memories anyway. She started to sway with me, and she sang a song. I looked to the window. It was dark out. Wait, they were not supposed to come and check on me until morning. Why was she here, swaying with me, singing? Her voice was so soft and kind. She was rocking me, and I felt safe as I went limp against her. I couldn’t help it, I was relaxing. I was relaxing too much. I went the rest of the pee full blown in my panty-diaper, but she didn’t push me off. She kept rocking me. She put me to sleep. I could almost feel myself being lifted, floating up into the air, and then a secure arm when under my wet butt, and I felt someone strong holding me against a strong chest. It wasn’t soft like the red hair woman’s chest. It was stiff but strong. I heard whispers. “Shush, little one,” so quietly in my ear, and then I felt darkness again. When I started to realize that the darkness was fading again, and that my eyes were moving as though they wanted to open, I squinted at first, not wanting to alert anyone I was awake just yet. Something was different. I scooted my bum in bed. It was dry and warm. Dry? I pushed my hands into my panty-diaper. It was dry! How come I wasn’t wet? I couldn’t take the mysteries any longer, and I opened my eyes. I was snug between two adults, the red headed man and the red-brown hair woman. They were on either side of me, and they were smiling at each other. And they whispered. “Our little angel is awake,” Bridget softly cooed. Who was they calling an angel? It wasn’t me. There was no such a thing as me and angel in the same sentence! The bedroom door creaked open, and I looked over and saw the shorter, younger girl from in the car, the one that told on me being wet, but not in a way that she wanted me in trouble, but in a way, to get me changed. She smiled in at us. Bridget waved her hand at her real kid, and she came running over and jumped on the bed on her knees and then climbed up between me and Bridget. “I was worried,” April said looking up at her mom. “Worried?” Bridget asked. “Yeah. I saw her room was a mess, she had a wet bed, and her blankets were all in her closet. I put them down by the laundry for you.” Bridget hugged her daughter, and smiling, she whispered. “Thank you.” I blushed. Wasn’t she grossed out touching my wet blankets? The girl then hugged me, and she whispered. “I used to wet the bed, too. You don’t have to hide your blankets in the closet. Mommy doesn’t care if you pee your pants.” I looked down. What was I supposed to say? Jack wrapped an arm around me, and he pulled me closer to him. He felt so strong, and his arm was so gentle as he pulled me towards him. “Accidents happen,” he told me. “But I don’t buy it, that a ten year old just pees her pants because she wants to.” I blinked up at him. “Honey, I don’t think we need to ….” “Nonsense,” Jack told Bridget. “She’s ten years old. Sugar coating truths to her is wrong. She knows what people say about her.” I looked up at him not believing what he was saying. “And I don’t care what other people said about you, I don’t buy it, that you pee your pants because you want to, or you think it is a game, or you think it will get you noticed,” he told me. “We are taking you to see a doctor as soon as we can, sweetheart.” I shivered at what he said. The other doctors always confirmed that it wasn’t a medical problem. If he wasted his money, would he be mad? “Um…,” I whispered shaking. “I don’t have a good reason. The doctor never finds out anything.” “Well, then I don’t trust that doctor,” Jack told me. “I don’t care how many doctors we have to see, we are going to find out the real cause of your little accidents, and until then, I don’t want you to be scared of accidents anymore.” I looked down. “What if sometimes, I do just pee my pants?” Jack looked at Bridget for a minute, and then he patted me on my back as he held me closer. “If you do that, then there is a reason,” he told me softly almost in a whisper. “Ten year old children don’t just pee in their beds and their pants. There is always a reason. I will find out what it is, sweetheart.” I shivered. “Don’t worry, baby. The reason I will not accept, is that you want to, just to do it. I will not accept that you just pee to play games and to get noticed. No one would do it for that reason, if what that lady, Ms. Rebecca, told us yesterday about your conditions. You were hit and punished for peeing in your pants.” I nodded. “Ten year old kids are not going to do something that gets them hit and beat, not unless there is a worse scare, baby.” I looked over at Bridget and April to see what they though. “Yeah, I used to wet the bed,” April told me. “The dumb doctors didn’t find anything right away on me, too. But daddy kept taking me to different ones, and when they found out the reason, they helped me stop.” I smiled. April understood the shame of wetting the bed? I was always told that no one over the age of six ever wets the bed, and no one over the age of four pees their pants in the day time. “Now, how about we get our two little girls some breakfast?” Bridget asked us. My eyes went wide. They just fed me last night, and more than I’d ever eaten. Do they really expect me to eat again so soon? Jack got out of bed wearing brown matching top and bottom pajamas. I was sort of surprised that he was wearing those things. No one I ever stayed with before, if they were men, they didn’t wear anything but a t-shirt and underwear to bed. I always had to look at the floor because it was embarrassing to me, and not only did I feel my face get red, but then I’d be slapped. I think it was because they knew I saw them in their underwear. He picked me up, and he felt under my butt, squishing my diaper a little bit. “We have a dry little girl,” he told everyone. “I think I’ll take her to the bathroom to see if she can go.” “Why don’t I do that,” Bridget said. I could hear a little shake in her voice. Jack nodded and he handed me off to Bridget while he took April by the hand, and led her out of the room. Bridget whispered to me. “You don’t have to try hard, honey. No one will care if you get any out, but I do think if you can go, you’d like to, right?” I nodded. I was carried to the bathroom, and as soon as she had my panty-diaper off of me, I sat on the toilet and not even a few seconds later, I felt it. I pushed a little bit, and I started going fully. I smiled. It was the first time to go in the toilet in a few days. When I was done, Bridget checked my panty-diaper, and finding it completely dry, she helped me pull it up so the pads didn’t slip out of it, and then she took me to my room where she got me some leggings to wear. “You’ll be more comfortable around daddy in these,” she told me. They weren’t mine though. I didn’t own anything like this. These were not even stained with little holes in them. I looked up at her. “I know they are a little tight,” she told me. “But after breakfast, we’ll get you a bath and then dressed into something more comfortable.” “Whose are these?” I asked wondering where it came from. “They were April’s,” Bridget told me without a blink. I felt my jaw drop. No one would ever put me in their own kids’ clothes! What if I peed my pants? But then, she said ‘were?’ “April asked me to give you three of her leggings that didn’t really fit right. It seemed that we got a size too big last time we bought her some, and she said you might fit them better.” “But that means…,” I stammered not knowing what else to say. “That… that….” “It means that they are getting some use,” Bridget told me as she hugged me, securing them. They actually were not tight on me at all. “But these are brand new,” I finally spat out surprised. “Well, not brand new,” Bridget blushed. “April had worn them a couple of times, but got tired of pulling them up all the time.” I couldn’t believe I was given something nearly new, and something that belonged to the natural child of the couple, and something she could still probably use later. I felt my eyes sting again. I felt a deep something from inside my chest that made it hard to breathe. I felt my stomach doing back flips. These people were so different! I really didn’t understand the rules at all. They haven’t even hit me once! I didn’t understand them. I was led by the hand down the hall and to the kitchen after I was put in a blue top. The leggings were purple. I could still nearly see the diaper through the leggings, but I didn’t care. I was used to people seeing my diaper at home. Jack was at the kitchen counter, mixing something. April was setting the table with plates, forks, and knives. There were FOUR plates and there were four sets of forks and knives. There were four sets of glasses and there was milk and orange juice set out on the table. “April, pour Lauren some orange juice, honey,” Jack said. His tone was not commanding. It sounded more like he was asking, the way he raised his voice at the end. April smiled and nodded, pouring two glasses of juice. The juices were in seats next to each other. “Come here,” April said patting one of the chairs that had the orange juice poured for. “You sit my me, okay?” I nodded. April was so nice! Never had any of the kids at the other foster homes wanted to sit anywhere near me, especially when they knew I wore diapers. April didn’t care at all. Bridget came back in, for she had left a moment, and she was now wearing a floral shirt and a pair of jeans. “Lauren peed in the toilet,” she told Jack, though it was loud enough that I and April could both hear her. “She might not be as hard to toilet train as that Ms. Rebecca was telling us.” “Doesn’t surprise me,” Jack said frowning. “I didn’t trust anything about the whole topic the minute that she told us that multiple families said she was doing it on purpose to get attention.” I looked down. Before I knew it, we were eating these brown circle things that had melting butter on top and sticky brown sauce of sorts. It was a sweet sauce. I didn’t know I could actually eat. I wasn’t usually that hungry in the mornings. Of course, I was never given anything until I went to school and ate lunch. I eyed the circular disks that were extra, and put in the middle of the table. I liked the way they tasted. I had finished my share, though, so I never thought I’d get any more. “Mommy, I think Lauren wants more pancakes,” April said. I shook a little bit, afraid some how I given myself away, and got too greedy. I had to hurry up and tell them I’m sorry. I had to…. “I… I… I didn’t mean it,” I whimpered. Jack got up from the table. This was it, he was going to hit me. I did something wrong. I got greedy. He picked me up, and he felt my bottom, but he held me securely in his arms as he did so. Then he pulled me out to look in my eyes. He looked confused. “You’re not wet, baby,” he said softly. “What didn’t you mean to do?” I swallowed. “I think she means the pancakes, and wanting another one,” April looked up at him. How come you thought she peed her pants?” “Honey, I just….” Bridget got up and took me from Jack while he went to his seat, but then he took my plate, and he put two more pancakes on it. He frowned sadly, and he looked like he was really sad. “I’m sorry, Lauren. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” I didn’t feel embarrassed. Everyone checked my pants if I started to apologize. It was natural, because I always did that. I smiled sadly at him. “I didn’t mean to get greedy,” I whispered. Bridget and Jack looked at each other. “Get greedy?” Jack asked me. “Honey, it’s not greedy to be hungry. It’s only greedy if you take more than someone else, and they are hungry, too. There were plenty of pancakes on the table.” I gulped. That’s not what I was told before. I would have been sent to the closet for looking past my bowl of mashed potatoes or my macaroni with tuna in it at any other house. If I was only sent to the closet, that was a light punishment. April reached across and picked up two more pancakes for herself. There was still one more left. Only one? Bridget and Jack were bigger people. They might be hungry. I should not eat my pancakes. Bridget sat me down in her lap. I made my mouth tight so she couldn’t feed me. “Aren’t you hungry?” she asked me. I shrugged, but kept my mouth shut. “Honey, it’s okay. This is for you, baby.” I pointed at the pancake that was left, and then at Jack and Bridget. I didn’t want to open my mouth and have her sneak a piece in my mouth when it should go to Jack or Bridget. Jack smiled and he took the one left on the plate. “Mmm. I think this one will finish me off,” he said putting the sticky sauce on it. “Lauren,” April said rubbing my arm. “Mommy never eats more than three, and daddy doesn’t usually even eat four. You only had two to start, so it’s okay. I always eat four, that’s why daddy made that many.” I looked over at Jack, trying to see into his eyes. They were not mad. They were not narrowed or scolding. He had a small smile on his face. “Lauren, mommy and daddy want you to eat enough,” Bridget told me. “You are not a second rate person in this house, baby. You are our little girl, and you are April’s sister, a sister she had been wanting now, for years.” I looked over at April. “At first, I wanted a little sister,” she said truthfully. “But I’m okay with you. You are a nice sister even if you are older.” I felt my face blush a little bit. She wanted a little sister? But she is okay with me, anyway? Bridget put the fork near my mouth again, and she patted my tummy with her other hand as she whispered. “Please, eat, sweetheart.” I opened my mouth and let her put it in. Then I reached for the fork, and she gave it to me. I ate my second helping, for the first time ever, and I did so, in someone’s lap. This family was so strange, but I liked this strangeness. It was a happy strangeness. Jack didn’t even call me a pig or yell at me or anything.

Hello all, I’m generally a pretty private and reserved person, but I wanted to expand my horizons here, so to speak. I’ve been in the AB/DL sphere for more than a decade now (if not this forum in specific), and have generally only been a passive observer and lurker that entire time. But recently my life and living situation drastically changed and I’ve found myself seeking to mix things up. I’m still trying to figure out what I want, myself, and my relationship to this. I hope this is a good place to do that. (Although I’m still going into this all a bit reticent and cautious)

Gonna try to be a better babymaid babayslave to me MommyDom, so blessed to live the lifestyle 24/7

Jesus, this too longer than it should've. I'd like to think that it was because of work and real life, but the reality is that my muse is a capricious thing. To put that into context, I wrote about 4,000 words of this about four months ago...but the remaining 10,000? I did that in like the last three nights. In any case, next chapter. Lots of vanilla sexual stuff. More than I'd have liked since this is an ABDL story, but the setup is necessary. Chapter 8: Your Secret, My Secret It had been about a month since the first date with Isabella. There had been six more dates since then, and James couldn’t be happier. He’d known that the first few months and dates tended to be the deciding factor for a long-term relationship. And so far, so good. If James had one complaint, he still hadn’t been invited into her home yet for sex. A real “guy problem,” if nothing else. While the desire for sex was there, so was the desire to spend more time with Isabella. It felt good to be around her. Maybe this wasn’t just a physical attraction spurred by his desire for a mommy-dommy. James didn’t want to believe that he was in love in the romantic sense but considering how much he thought about her. He tried to research the subject matter but ran into the same problem that people had been involved with since the dawn of human civilization. When is it love, and when is it just infatuation? A difficult question, especially for James. His fetish and inexperience certainly made the distinction harder between identifying. He certainly lusted for Isabella, and his thoughts of her were generally dominated by erotic-fueled infantile desires. His masturbation fantasies of her reached a point where James felt it was wrong to do. No one said it was immoral to jerk off to your girlfriend. If anything, that was a sign of admiration and loyalty from a man. An entire world of girls to choose from, yet you pick your girlfriend? A few guys had joked that was “love” in the most genuine way for a man. James didn’t necessarily buy into that thinking, though. Maybe there was some moral conundrum. Masturbation for the sake of masturbation was just that. While pleasuring himself to thoughts of Isabella was different. In his mind, it was pathetic for him to do. Yet James readily admitted, at least in his own head, that he was a pathetic man. James would tell himself that this was another reason he needed to be in diapers; otherwise, he’d be constantly jerking off and staining his underwear. Which was something only a toddler would do. James had started to see the appeal of people that incorporated chastity into their fetish. However, he’d argue his diapers were his chastity, even if the diapers didn’t stop him from jerking off. In any case, it was all a moot point. Isabella was too attractive to not have lewd thoughts, and they were in a relationship, so what was the harm? He had more important things to worry about, such as the minor incontinence he had been facing. He opted to go see a doctor, get a physical, and then seek out a urologist. The process took about a week to accomplish and a somewhat expensive medical bill (James didn’t have fancy business healthcare coverage), but in the end, he got a clean bill of health. Aside from answering a few embarrassing and uncomfortable health questions, the entire thing appeared like a waste of time. James had nothing physically wrong with him, at least from an initial lookover and review. His urologist, Doctor Victor Thompson, wasn’t concerned about this development. “Most urinary incontinence tends to have a more obvious cause and would be a symptom of something far more serious taking place in your body. Your pipes aren’t blocked, and you don’t have a family history of prostate or testicular cancer. No STDs or infections, either. It could be stress or just excitement that is causing the issue. The best thing to do is take things easy, take stock of your diet, and try and monitor your fluid intake.” That was all well and good, but James had one concern, “What am I supposed to do about the…you know, the wetting.” “Any preventive measures you wish to take are entirely up to you.” Doctor Thompson advised, “More often than not, the best course is to limit overall fluid intake or keep track of bathroom visits, which helps give an idea of how the body reacts.” Sounded reasonable, but James couldn’t help but ask, “What about wearing, err, protection?” “If you want to go that route, sure.” Victor shrugged, “Plenty of products on the market now, more so than just ten years ago, let alone two or three decades. Very discrete even. Guess you can thank the Baby Boomers for that.” James felt his cheeks slightly, “Hehe…yeah.” He figured that calling incontinence garments a straight diaper was a bit too insulting or inflammatory than just embarrassing now. James opted to just drop the topic then. At the very least, the hospital visit had been a worthwhile attempt. If this was an erotic fantasy of his, perhaps James had been talking to some busty, beautiful female doctor in his daydreams. Who would just write up a prescription for James to use thick diapers before directing him toward the maternity ward. Before he knows it, he’s either getting his bottom powdered as part of the “baby” in a caretaker class or ending up in a comically large newborn bassinet. Utter nonsense, but it was fun for James. Thankfully not all his thoughts were so horny-driven. If anything, they had become relatively tame when thinking about Isabella. Those few dates the two had gone on had been relaxing and fun. One could even say they were romantic. Isabella liked to be outside, a trait gained from a childhood as a “latch-key kid” in her family, and it was easy to imagine that after joining the military and seeing the wider world, Isabella found a greater appreciation for it. James wasn’t outdoorsy, but he could handle going to parks and a casual hike from time to time. The last four dates were them getting lunch or meeting sometime after work in a park or bar, but it never progressed much further. Try as he might, James still didn’t have the guts to try and escalate things, even knowing that Isabella wanted to explore it further. It was hard to describe the feeling of frustration, but the exhilaration and anticipation. James heard that some women liked playing “hard to get,” yet James suspected this was more a game of patience than anything. Needless to say, it wasn’t always fun and games. Isabella mentioned how her job kept her busy, and James had a few clients he needed to stay happy. So it turned into a balancing act of work and play rather than all or nothing. Isabella felt terrible every time, even though she didn’t need to. As such, she felt the “need” to make it up. This resulted in more and more dirty texts and pictures being sent James' way, and each time it happened, he wondered if this was a red flag? Not that he cared, but there had to be some cardinal rule about a new girlfriend sending pictures of her in lingerie. James didn’t want to broach the topic, especially during one of their dates. So he kept to himself. Because James wasn’t going to question it. Not now, anyway. He had since learned that Isabella had a vast array of sexy undergarments with an equally lovely rainbow of colors. And no matter how often James told himself that he wouldn’t wear his diapers or act babyish, he couldn’t stop himself whenever he got those pictures. It was like a game only James played, though, in which he’d dress up in a different diaper in response to the various pics. As if pretending that the two of them were comparing their own version of “sexy” underwear. It was starting to take considerable willpower not to snap a picture of his diapered crotch and send it to her. Yet all of this made it clear, perhaps to him and Isabella, that their relationship was becoming increasingly lusty. Which meant that sooner or later, sex was going to be a thing. Hence James wanted to figure out the incontinence issue, among other things. He had already bought a few condoms and read up on a few pointers for first-timers. Much of it was going over things glossed over in movies or porn, like making sure not to strain muscles or be uncomfortable. Regarding the act of “doing it,” most just said that “instinct” would kick in, especially for guys, and considering Isabella had boyfriends already, she likely knew enough to guide James to not feel like an inexperienced boy with a mature woman. Even though James certainly wanted that feeling. While he would love to be a “man” for her in bed, he was tempering his expectations quite a bit. The idea of underperforming to the point of ridicule or mockery was one of those “weird” feelings of his SPH fetish. Something that had recently become increasingly prominent in his fantasies. Suffice it to say James found that trying to be the “man” in a relationship was complicated. At least he was proving to be a good boyfriend. Aside from the sexy pics and texts, Isabella was also quite forthcoming about wanting to kiss and hug him. James enjoyed the physical affection immensely as it appealed to his infantile need for being nurtured. All these thoughts made James take the time to examine his infantilism and how it affected his relationship priorities. That increasing worry about his hidden “lifestyle” influencing his decisions was problematic. He couldn’t ignore them, though. The suggestions online weren’t helpful. People saying that one needed to be “honest” about their desires and infatuations sounded good on paper, but James knew that most people weren’t ever going to be so forthright with their sexual peculiarities. At least not with something like infantilism. James was envious of people who had “recognizable” fetishes in the mainstream culture. This could be a different story if James was just into diapers. An underwear fetish was easier to “pass off” than a full-blown “adult-baby” kink. At least to vanillas. Then again, he didn’t know what Isabella was possibly into. But really, someone as cool and mature as Isabella probably wasn’t into anything weird. James was sure of that. A week after the visit to Doctor Thompson, James was still dealing with sudden incontinence. To his credit, James followed the instructions and monitored his fluid intake, which saw a little improvement. The real trick was to wear his diapers less. Once James got into his “little headspace,” he tended to forget if he started going in his diapers. He also tried masturbating less, but that fell through whenever he looked over pics and texts from Isabella. What sort of man could resist looking at them? Speaking of Isabella, she was still quite busy at work. James met with her a few times for lunch, but while they had fun, the topics tended to be a bit more “subdued” due to how frustrated and exhausted Isabella was because of one thing or another. However, his girlfriend promised to go on another date with him later. Aside from that, their texting was relatively tame compared to the last few instances. No new underwear pics, much to James’s disappointment. Things changed, though, when James got a text message from Isabella one night. It asked him if he was free to come and visit her place. Visit her place! James almost couldn’t believe it. His response came only a minute after reading, saying he would love to come over. But the following response was strange from Isabella was odd, “Okay, that’s good. I just wanted to give you a heads-up that I am trying to relax my usual way. So try not to judge me too hard.” Judge her? What the hell was she talking about? When he asked what she meant, Isabella responded with a winking emote and said, “Gotta come over and find out.” A challenge was set, not that James was going to back out. James had already agreed to come over and was curious about why Isabella was being intentionally vague and weird. James, however, needed to deal with the issue of his wetting. No chance he was going over there in a diaper, medical, or ABDL. So he grabbed one of his training pants and hoisted them up between his legs. James had been smart and bought one of the “thinner” versions and one in navy blue. Thank god that the ABDL market has so much variety now. So long as Isabella didn’t stick her hands down his pants, she shouldn’t notice how thicker his underwear was than regular cotton or silk undies. They should also be good enough for a few stray drops of urine. If he had a full-blown accident, James was screwed. So all he had to do was go to the bathroom a few times every other hour. That was the ideal situation. James wasn’t sure if he could pull that off. Additionally, what if tonight was the night for him to lose his virginity? He had no idea what to expect. So James decided the best course of action was to drive to his girlfriend's place and leave a spare set of clothes (and clean underwear) in the car. If nothing else, James had a backup plan now. The next twenty minutes flew by as James showered, shaved, and dressed for success. He had no idea what would happen tonight, but he needed to be ready. James tried not to focus on how, when he grabbed a package of condoms, he put them on top of his training pants. Seeing such a juxtaposition made him blush. Although, it could’ve been worse. A package of condoms on top of a diaper would’ve sent him over the edge. Right now, though, James needed to keep his undies clean for as long as he could. He sincerely hoped he was enough of a big boy to accomplish that. Arriving at Isabella’s place by car was quick enough. James was thankful for it because it meant he didn’t have time to think or worry. His confidence felt shaky, but at the same time, James knew that as long as he played his cards right and kept his head straight, he could pull this off. Standing outside the door, James took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. He didn’t have to wait long as Isabella appeared a few seconds later, all smiles and looking lovely as usual. Thank the gods that she wasn’t wearing anything too sexy. Just some black cargo shorts and her green US Army sweater. The teasing smile on her face was tantalizing, though. “Well, now, someone got here fast.” James readied himself, “I didn’t think showing up late to my girlfriend's summons would’ve been considered fashionable late or anything.” She smirked before gesturing for James to enter. He took a step inside her home. It smelled nice, like vanilla and clean carpets. James wondered if a woman’s home always smelled better than any man's and then thought if when the time came, Isabella would smell the baby powder in his? His girlfriend wasn’t done, though. “To be fair, if I was pining for you, one could argue that taking your sweet time would make me all the happier when you finally did arrive.” There was an enticing thought, “Were you pining for me?” “Wouldn’t you like to know?” She smiled before grabbing his hand and pulling James towards what he assumed to be the living room. Isabella’s home was pretty spartan from the looks of things, although James saw what looked to be a few photos of people, places, and whatever else. Entering the living room, James saw that it was pretty nondescript. The real highlights were the expensive-looking leather couches and the wide 4k TV with various attachments. So far, everything looked normal. “You know,” James remarked as he sat on the couch. He ignored the feeling of his padded undies. “When you mentioned that you were relaxing and to not let me judge you for it, I was expecting to find maybe a few bongs or some coke out on a table.” “Oh baby,” Isabella giggled, “We aren’t nearly fair enough along to do coke together!” James snorted and laughed at the apparent joke. He had long since gotten used to her style of humor. Still, he was expecting something a little bit more. “And really,” She crossed her arms and smirked at James, “Weed and coke? I’m not against drugs like some DARE narc, but I rather not run the risk of having a felony on my hands with the latter. But I'm down with getting blitzed.” Christ, what a woman. “I’ll keep that in mind.” James needed to be careful about getting high. He tended to get very babyish now than he ever used to with his friends. Trying to quickly change the subject, James made another joking attempt. “Do you watch porn on this, then?” James would’ve watched some HD porn on this TV. James expected another dismissal, but Isabella shrugged, “Sometimes. It depends on what I’m in the mood for. I have a particular pallet when it comes to my smut. However, that isn’t the viewing material for tonight or how I usually unwind.” Jesus Christ. James was feeling a bit intimidated. “So what then do you do then to unwind?” Now James got to see Isabella start to blush and look embarrassed. She had an adorable look on her face, almost like how James would imagine he’d look if he had to explain his infantile passions. He felt his heartbeat quicken, wondering if Isabella was about to share with him an actual deep, dark secret. She cleared her throat, “You promise not to laugh?” Isabella sounded like hearing James' response meant the world to her. It was incredible how cute and vulnerable she was acting at this moment. James was starting to imagine if he would act the same way if he had to tell her about being an adult baby. “Bell, come on…I won’t laugh if this means something to you.” James wasn’t going to throw any stones in any glass houses. If nothing else, this could’ve been a turning point in their entire relationship. He was about to see and hear something that she probably didn’t tell many others about. Isabella looked at him for a moment and smiled, “Remember what I said about trust? Well, I trust you for this.” James smiled at her back, “Thank you for trusting me.” He was eager to find out what Isabella was about to tell him. His answer came moments later as Isabella took a seat close to James on the couch and grabbed a remote. The TV came to life a moment later, and James got the surprising answer. “In the name of the Moon, I punish you!” James watched as Sailor Moon defeated some on-screen Villain of the Episode for what was the third time this night. To say that he was sorely disappointed about Isabella's big reveal could be an understatement. To put it bluntly, his girlfriend was, to use an internet term, a massive weeaboo. A big anime fan. But that was an understatement. James had to only look at the Sailor Moon t-shirt that had been hiding under his sweater just a few hours before. Isabella, however, was incredibly relieved when James told her that he was completely fine with this development. Again, James wasn’t about to call someone out for liking something as innocuous as fucking anime. Still, this hinted more to him that Isabella hadn’t had as many good experiences telling people about this. Which baffled James to no end. He wasn’t a big anime fan at all. But he couldn’t fathom anyone giving another person shit for liking this, especially in this day and age of Marvel Movies. He even mentioned as much to Isabella and got a punch to the arm for saying, “Marvel movies are like the anime of the west.” She, however, had been a fan of this stuff since she was five or six. Again, James could understand as much with having been fascinated with diapers since such an age. The difference was that James kept his passion for diapers a secret, while Isabella wanted to openly enjoy her love of anime. Unfortunately, she had been burned for that more than once. Her parents thought it was trash, her friends didn’t get it and trying to find anything worthwhile on the internet back then as a kid might as well have been a pipe dream. Then she joined the Army and found plenty of kindred spirits. “The military is full of fucking nerds, and weebs like you have no idea!” And once she had a disposable income and a place to herself, Isabella caught up on missed time. It didn’t help that her boyfriends didn’t “care for it” either. So when James told her for the seventh time that he had no problem with it, that caused Isabella became considerably excited, which led to her showing off an impressive display of anime DVDs, “Mangas,” and memorabilia; James recognized that his girlfriend was sort of a weirdo in her own right. And somehow, that made him feel a lot better. He was a bit disappointed that the image of Isabella as a “mature and sexy army mommy-dommy” had taken a big hit. However, he also found that he enjoyed seeing this part of her. It was real. Isabella took a risk by telling James one of her secrets. And it was a secret. People wouldn’t associate a woman like her as being so into “children's cartoons.” Which made James briefly think about how people wouldn’t associate him with being a big baby. But the real revelation that came up made James empathize with Isabella? She told him about her liking to cosplay as characters. The look of giddy embarrassment on her face was priceless. “The first time I went as Sailor Moon because she’s my favorite character! I was just out of the Army and had the time and money to spare, so I was like, ‘why not?’ And Comic-Con was just around the corner in San Deigo while I was visiting a marine friend at Camp Pendleton. How could I not do it?!” Again, James could understand that. He had gotten a bib, bonnet, and booties to look like a complete baby because he had the money and privacy to do it. There reached a point where you had to do something crazy just to experience it. When Isabella showed him a few pictures of her dressed like Sailor Moon…James would be lying if he didn’t feel another sexual awakening at seeing his girlfriend in such a revealing outfit. Evidently, the concept of a sexy Latina magical girl was very enticing to his cock. At some point, Isabella realized she was probably going overboard telling James and asked if he wanted to watch some anime with her. James agreed. This would only be an improvement over her asking him to watch some insipid Rom-Com or some nauseating reality-TV show. In any case, Isabella was happy. He knew this because she was cuddling with him on the couch. That, however, resulted in a new problem for James. He didn’t know how many people had ever been put into a position of being so comfortable but then felt the need to take a piss, but James suspected it would have been most of humanity at some point. Because while things had progressed further along than James had hoped, he was put in an awkward position. The first was that James hadn’t felt much of a need to piss. Oh, he felt a couple pangs like normal, but James had been distracted most of the time. Which made him worried. So he casually grabbed a small blanket, covered his lap, and then patiently waited for an opportunity to stick a hand down his pants to check on the state of his training pants. It wasn’t good. While James hadn’t soaked his undies, he felt considerable wetness in the front. So yes, he wet himself on his girlfriend's couch. Another first for him. James was close to panicking but wasn’t at the point of no return. He also had a backup pair of training pants in the car. The problem was getting to them. Not only would James leave this comfortable position at his girlfriends' side, but he also had to explain to her why he needed to go into his car, come back inside, and then head into the bathroom. A lie would’ve been easy, but James wasn’t sure what to say. James was also concerned that if Isabella started to get frisky, she would inevitably move her hands toward his crotch. If his undies had been dry, James might have been fine. However, James would be in a bad position if she felt anything weird. ‘Shit, shit, shit!’ James was panicking inside his head, barely paying attention to whatever was happening on the screen. What the hell was he supposed to do here? ‘Okay, the first thing I need to do is see how bad the damage is…’ Before deciding on anything else, James needed to assess the situation. So while he didn’t want to leave his girlfriend's side, there weren’t many other choices. Turning to his girlfriend, James gave a placating smile, “Can you pause for a second and direct me towards your guest bathroom?” Isabella nodded, “Sure, down the hall and to the left. Did you want me to make some popcorn or grab some beers?” She was definitely okay with him staying longer. James didn’t doubt for a second that any woman that offered a man a beer in her home had any intention of wanting him to just up and leave. “Uh, well.” James tried to come up with a convincing lie, “I don’t see the harm in it, but don’t you have to work tomorrow?” The look she gave him was unexpectedly predatory, “I just have a few facetime meetings that I can do here. So…you and I have the whole night.” Holy shit. James thought that was an invitation to stay the night. It had to be! “Oh!” James stumbled over how to respond, “That’s uhh…well that’s umm…” What the hell was he supposed to do here? Hell, what was the correct move in any of this? If he stayed the night without any protection against his nightly wetting… But James couldn’t just tell Isabella “no” or ask to reschedule. Isabella would think that she scared him off with all this anime stuff. Yet he didn’t want to make a fool of himself and- “James,” Isabella sounded worried, “Are you okay? You looked troubled for a moment.” The look of concern on her face made James almost wince. He had been thinking a bit too hard on this. Isabella tried to play it off a little, “I’m sorry, I must be coming off too fast in all of this! We talked about not doing that, and here I am insinuating the opposite all because you didn’t care that I watch some anime…” Oh god, did she feel like this was her fault? She did. Because every other time she brought this up with someone, they rejected her in the end. James needed to fix this. “No-no! It’s not that!” James looked worried and tried to think up something, “I’m just…I don’t want to ruin this.” “You? Ruin?” Isabella stood up from the couch, “James, is something the matter?” James wasn’t sure what to do or say. Things got worse when he felt his training pants starting to get warmer. All James could feel was a gross shame, and he wanted to leave or do anything. He wanted to curse his infantile side for lettings things get this bad, but James was ultimately to blame for all of this. His fucking over-indulgence in his fetish had finally sought to ruin his life. Before James could say anything else, he felt a pair of arms wrap around him, and he was face to face with Isabella, who looked quite worried. “You’re trembling.” She spoke quietly, “James, take a deep breath and sit down with me, okay?” The words spoken had a maternal tone to them. James readily obeyed, even as his mind felt a growing need for a pacifier in his mouth and a fresh diaper around his crotch. James, however, crushed those blasted desires as he calmed himself and sat down. Isabella was rubbing his back as she spoke, “Are you okay? I think you had a small panic attack. Is that normal for you?” “No…” James remarked, “I just…froze there for a moment.” She looked guilty all of a sudden, “I’m sorry. This is my fault. I was just having so much fun, and I just made things so awkward-” James was tired of this, “I have urinary incontinence.” He remarked bluntly, “Or I think I have. It’s been happening for these last few weeks since we started dating, to be exact. I didn’t want to tell you because I was embarrassed and didn’t want you to think I was less of a man.” This wasn’t one of his fantasies. Nothing crazy or erotic was going to happen. This was reality. “Oh,” Isabella remarked before leaning forward to embrace him, “Oh, James. I wouldn’t…you aren’t less of a man for something you can’t control.” She sounded so soothing. He hated that she forced him to act this way. “I’m pissing my pants like a baby.” How many times had he said those words to bring a shiver of guilty pleasure? Now they sounded like a dagger through his pride and dignity. “That’s not really manly.” “James, do you remember when I told you that story about me at that FOB in Afghanistan and that sniper started shooting towards it? Scared the hell out of me? I pissed myself, then. It didn’t make me any less a woman.” “Bell, you were getting shot at. Maybe not directly, but I can imagine that is pretty scary.” He didn’t want to look her in the eyes, “I’m younger than you, I’m a virgin, and you are so much more mature and experienced than me. My ego might not matter as much as I’d like to believe, but I’d like to at least accomplish the bare minimum of not pissing myself in front of my girlfriend like I did just a moment ago.” Isabella sighed, “James, what did you think was going to happen when I found out about this? Did you think I was going to dump you?” James wanted her to turn him into a big baby, “I figured you wouldn’t want to be around someone that could run the risk of pissing themselves during a date.” “Oh, for god's sake, James.” She sounded a bit annoyed, “Did you even give me the benefit of the doubt that I might have been accommodating to this? Or did you think I’m the type of bitch to dump someone just because they had a medical condition?” “No, I never thought that. I just didn’t want to embarrass you.” He felt incredibly awkward, “Or make you think less of me.” Another brief moment passed before Isabella sighed again, “Let me set the record straight then…you won’t embarrass me if something happens, and I wouldn’t think any less of you if something did.” Isabella leaned forward and gently kissed James. She meant every word. James knew that much. He couldn’t believe how strong and compassionate Isabella was during all of this. A part of James wondered if this was love? He felt safe, loved, and infantile with her hug and kiss. Like a toddler just told by his mother that everything would be alright, he believed her. As they slowly pulled away, Isabella coughed before getting his attention, “Now, I want you to explain this more. What exactly are you doing to prevent any sudden leaks? And have you gone to a doctor about this?” James figured their little impromptu date was over, as was the opportunity to stay the night. Somehow, James didn’t feel as disappointed as he would’ve been. Explaining everything to Isabella took the better part of thirty minutes. Thankfully, she was understanding and had no problems asking more embarrassing questions. Just like with Doctor Thompson, James quietly answered his girlfriend. Oddly enough, James took this as an example of how Isabella acted in a work environment. Straight to the point, bluntly asking what had happened and what needed to be done. Once James explained as much as he could, Isabella quietly processed everything. “Well, it sounds like you don’t have full-blown incontinence. It sounds like you just need to monitor the situation and see if there are any improvements or if things get worse. I’m not a doctor, so I can’t recall prescribing alternative solutions.” She gave a curious glance to James, “You mentioned you had a leak while talking, but I didn’t see anything? Are you wearing some protection?” His face felt on fire, but James nodded, “I’m wearing some special underwear that helps with the leaks.” “Good.” Isabella nodded, “I figure it's some sort of diaper?” James almost felt like his heart would explode while his cock returned from its pity party. His girlfriend just asked him if he was wearing diapers! James felt the need to defend himself, “Jesus, Isabella. No. I bought something that is like an easier-to-clean set of cloth underwear.” Isabella had a catty grin on her face, “Easy! I’m not mocking or teasing you. I’ll have you know that plenty of people in the military had considered wearing adult diapers while wearing those fucking god-awful MOPP suits.” James didn’t know what that was, but she didn’t seem to be bullshitting him. Why James didn’t just say, “yes, I’m wearing a diaper,” to basically have an excuse to wear them around her boggled his mind. But James had to have some dignity left after explaining all of this embarrassing stuff to his girlfriend. That said… “I’ll consider wearing diapers if my condition worsens,” James remarked with a bright red face. To be fair, he easily could just do that regardless. Isabella nodded but kept that smirk before she got a little more serious. “Well, since you mentioned using it, do you want to change…err, switch to something cleaner?” James nodded, “Yes. I have a spare in my car. Best to go and grab that.” A moment away from all of this would be nice right now. Isabella considered the situation for a moment, “I think I have spare wipes if you didn’t bring any.” He felt like groaning, “Bell!” She gave James a sour look, “Hey, still not teasing! It’s not good for your skin to be rubbing against wet cloth.” “Damn it, I know that!” That was why baby powder was essential, and ABDL diapers were so comfortable in their interior design. As he turned to leave the living room, James stopped and looked at her, “Does this mean, though, you want to keep watching more episodes?” The question surprised Isabella, “Of course I do. Why do you think we should stop?” “I’m just wondering how this night will end now.” Isabella seemed to remember what she had initially implied, “Oh, yes, that.” She looked uncertain, and now James felt bad for putting her in an awkward position. Whatever erotic or romantic tone Isabella had in mind had been undone by James’s own reveal. James decided to be the fall guy here, “Can we maybe just put this off for another day?” She gave him a look, “Are you sure…?” “Yes. I rather we end this night on a much more positive note than just an awkward one, even if that meant sex in the end.” Seeing Isabella blush made James realize that he had been right about what she might have been trying to go for here. Whelp, another missed opportunity. James continued to feel less like a man by the second… Stepping outside into the night, James waited until he was at his car before he let out a shuddering breath and closed his eyes. The events of the past hour replayed. Tonight had taken a turn for either the worse or, the better; James couldn’t tell anymore. He knew this was going to be a conversation at some point. James told himself as such. Yet he was too much of a baby to recognize that he couldn’t have it unless it was forced on him. James was also an actual dumbass in that regard. But again, Isabella proved to be the more responsible person in this relationship. She willingly opened herself up to James, but he, on the other hand, didn’t until he was literally pissing himself into a panic attack in front of her. Grabbing his spare training pants, James wondered what he would do now. Spend the rest of the night watching some anime in awkward silence with Isabella before scampering back home with wet undies under his pants? James might have been the most pathetic man within 100 miles. The worst part was that as soon as he got home, all he was going to do was put on a diaper, replay everything in his head, and jerk his pathetic baby cock until he came in his diapers. All James felt now was shame, regret, and anger at how everything had gone wrong, and it was only by Isabella’s kindness and understanding that everything hadn’t crashed and burned for James. He was ready to go inside and tell Isabella that he would call it a night and go home. Stepping back inside her home, James heard Isabella call out, “James, can you come back into the living room?” “Let me just go change.” He called back and moved towards the bathroom, but Isabella called out. “Living room, first.” Why did he hear something like nervousness in her voice? Making his way back to the living room, James expected to find his girlfriend looking the same as five minutes before. Instead, his eyes widened, and his face got red when he walked in to see that Isabella had made a few wardrobe changes. For starters, she had taken off her shorts, leaving Isabella’s lower half in full view and letting James' eyes linger on her in a pair of white cotton panties. Her top half was still covered by the Sailor Moon shirt, but James could see on the ground a white bra at Isabella’s feet. The two of them stood for a moment in awkward silence. Whenever James thought about Isabella, he imagined her as a bold, dominating woman, easily worthy of the title of a confident mommy for a big baby like himself. Considering she had no qualms sending James scantily clad pictures of herself to him, he thought that was a safe assumption. Yet right now, she looked embarrassed and shy. Her face was red, and she was casting a few glances toward James. He noticed the room was a bit darker than before. “Bell, what are you doing…?” God, she looked so sexy and cute. James felt blood rushing to his cock. “I uh,” She cleared her throat, “I was figuring that since you might be a bit embarrassed and disappointed over me finding out about your condition, maybe I can level the playing field?” James gave her a queer look, “By stripping down?” “I’m trying to do something here, okay?” Isabella looked at James with a sympathetic look, “It wasn’t easy or manly for you to tell me that you aren’t making it to the bathroom on time. And this happened when I was making certain activity insinuations.” James once again felt terrible. She was trying to make up for something that wasn’t her fault, “Bell, you don’t have to feel obligated to do anything.” She rolled her eyes and smiled, “Oh, shut up, James.” Isabella crossed her arms under her breasts, “Did it occur to you that I was also hoping for something a little more tonight? I was trying to unwind after work, and we both know that a little sexy time wouldn’t be so bad…” With that in mind, Isabella seemed to gain more confidence, “Now…go sit down on the couch.” James felt increasingly warm around his shirt collar, “I should go…go, uh, change my undies.” He winced at how he used his mental term aloud. Isabella giggled at hearing that, “You can do that in a little bit…but I think you’ll want to do this first instead of after getting in a clean pair of undies.” He felt a shiver go down his spine. God, if she used that same tone for diapers, James might have started cumming right into his toddler pants right there and then. Upon sitting down on the couch, Isabella approached him. “Here is what I need you to do…under no circumstances can you move your arms and hands. Keep them at your side the entire time, okay?” James swiftly nodded. His cock was becoming increasingly erect. It took James a moment to realize the situation he was in. A half-naked woman was right in front of him! Slender legs, amazing hips, and a pair of panties stopped him from seeing an actual pussy. Isabella kneeled before him…and her hands went to his pants. “Wait, Bell, hold on.” “Hands at your side, please.” She gave him a look of challenge, “Unless you want me to stop?” His mouth felt dry as James shook his head. He watched as she undid his belt and slowly pulled down his pants. How many times did he imagine this happened to him? Pants at his ankles while a woman prepared to either diaper him or check his current one to see if it was wet or messy. This was different, though. Isabella was in charge here, but it felt more like a game between them. Although James couldn’t ignore how embarrassed it was for her to see his wet undies. It was only by the grace of god that since James was wearing navy blue, Isabella wasn’t looking at a big yellow stain in the front. After a moment of looking, Isabella gently laughed, “Pfft!” James felt his cheeks flush at seeing the response. It was short-lived, as she soon straddled his waist and sat directly on top of his cock. James was now looking at Sailor Moon and two pert nipples poking from the other side. A pair of tits were in his face! Pussy was grinding up against his cock! He felt almost lightheaded. Isabella wrapped her arms around his neck, “We can’t have sex. Not that I don’t want to, but I think we’re both a little too emotionally exhausted after tonight. But I don’t think it’s right of me to leave you hanging…so why don’t we end tonight doing something fun, and we can both go to bed together feeling a bit better about everything, okay?” Once again, James just nodded, “You are alright with…this?” “I want this, James.” She leaned forward and aggressively kissed him, “So let’s just enjoy ourselves, yeah?” James tasted mint on her lips and smelled lilacs. “Yeah…” Isabella could’ve told him to do anything, and he’d have obeyed without question. He didn’t know what else to say or do. He was utterly at her mercy. And James loved it. She slowly started grinding her bottom up and down on his training pants. For once, he was happy that he wore the thin ones because James could feel the sensations. The embarrassment was gone, replaced by an aroused, teasing look. “Any requests before we begin?” He blinked, “Requests?” “One of my old boyfriends liked to make sure I did or said certain things when we fucked.” She shook her head and sneered, “Tch, he was such a fucking control freak…but I will admit that it helped me cum more often if we knew what buttons to press that night.” James could see the appeal, but he also wondered what to say. He shouldn’t give too much away…but his horny mind was willing to make a few concessions here. ‘To hell with it.’ He licked his dry lips, “Well, can I call you ‘mommy’ then?” “Pftahahaha!” Isabella laughed for a moment before nodding, “Of course…but then can I call you baby still, or is that a little too much, given your condition? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” He would not miss the opportunity, “Do you want to call me baby?” “Mhmm…” She looked amused. He doubted Isabella wanted to do this for ageplay-related reasons but rather because it was just a fun pet name. That worked for James. “Okay.” James remarked with a smile, “Mommy and baby it is.” She giggled before leaning down to kiss him again, “Thank you for not freaking out about me being a huge weeb.” “Thank you for not freaking out about…this.” He briefly lifted his right hand towards his crotch. James moaned as he felt her hips grinding against him, “Let’s focus on the good, then, and get started.” “Yes…mommy,” James uttered after a moment, and he felt like he was on cloud nine or whatever the fuck you’d call this moment of euphoria. Isabella smirked at hearing that. “God, you sound so cute calling me that.” The mischievous smile on her face made James want to kiss every inch of her body, “I was going to save my tits for later…but I think my baby deserves a little reward.” She pulled her arms away from James and slowly pulled up her shirt. A pair of protruding nipples greeted James. They looked divine. A veritable font of nectar waiting to be released into his eager mouth. Isabella’s skin looked lovely in the darkened room, and just like in previous pictures, the bountiful mounds of flesh looked even more incredible in person. For the first time since James was a baby, a pair of tits were in front of him. Eager to “feed” any baby, adult or otherwise, before them. ‘Holy shit. Holy shit.’ James wanted to worship them, wanted to see them every day. More than all of that, he wanted milkies from them. He didn’t even wait for Isabella to give him the go-ahead to start suckling; James acted on instinct. Besides, he had drunk from enough baby bottles, seen enough ABDL porn, and read similar stories to know precisely what to do here. James’s mouth latched onto Isabella’s protruding nipple while his lips sucked on her areola. He heard a gasp of surprise followed by some giggling from his girlfriend at his sudden enthusiasm to getting “fed.” “Someone is eager,” She remarked with a small moan, “Jesus, it’s been a while for me…” The taste and texture of an actual nipple felt different than what James expected. It was a strange mix of smells and sensations on his tongue. A hint of saltiness mixed with whatever perfume or body wash Isabella used. Her skin was unbelievably soft, and as his tongue gently “poked” her nipple, he was surprised at how much fun it was to play with it. Rather than feeling some sort of infantile bliss, James felt giddy with his arousal. Judging by Isabella’s quickening breath and tiny moans, she was having as much fun as James. Suckling from her tits on top of the grinding on his cock made James acutely aware of the growing need to cum. He ignored it and tried to focus on having more fun. His hands started to move towards grabbing Isabella’s waist, but she then spoke up, “Hands down, baby.” Again, James obeyed his mommy even though he desperately wanted to start running them up and down her body. After about another minute and a half of suckling from one tit, James’s mouth switched to the other and the process repeated. He knew no milk was coming, but that didn’t stop his babyish side from whining at not getting fed. Isabella gently pulled him away from nursing, which almost annoyed James before she covered his lips with her own. He felt her tongue playing against his own. A few seconds of this before Isabella pulled back and smirked. “Now then, baby…I want you to take your hands and grab my ass. This is where the fun really begins.” James didn’t need to be told twice. His hands eagerly grabbed the pillowy soft butt of his girlfriend before he went back to suckling on her right breast. Isabella responded by increasing the grinding speed. It seemed that Isabella wanted to see if he could hold her in place. If James was being sincere, the whole position was awkward. Isabella was a bit taller than him, and while he was trying to suck on her tits, her body was moving back and forth, making it a little challenging to keep his mouth latched onto them. There was also the heat and sweat. James knew that people got “hot and bothered,” but they weren’t kidding about how hot it got. The leather couch wasn’t helping things. Isabella’s panties felt a bit soaked. And while James hoped that was just her getting excited, it was likely just her body trying to cool off. “Fuck…” She breathed, “Move your body up a little…right there!” Isabella was guiding him through this alright. “Yeah, that’s the ticket!” James couldn’t look down to see what was happening but based on the sensation of her pussy going up and down on his padded cock, it must have been a good development. Hearing the little moans and gasps of pleasure was delightful. James liked to imagine he looked pathetic by comparison. His girlfriend, his mommy, rode his pissed-soaked undies while he suckled away on her tits like a good baby. Yet it was surprisingly difficult to keep this mindset going. All James' thoughts were just towards enjoying this moment and pleasuring Isabella. Was she feeling the same thing? Was he thinking too hard on this? It was strange to imagine that diapers and being babied seemed more like a tertiary desire than his primary one. Regardless, James just kept at what he was doing. Idle thoughts shot across the front of his mind as pleasure took hold and the growing desire to cum was approaching. Judging by the heavy breathing from Isabella, that desire was mutual. James decided to take the initiative and started moving his hips in tandem with her grinding, which made him keenly aware of how difficult it was when someone was sitting on him. Even so, he put his stomach muscles into it. Cumming, at this point, felt like finishing a few reps than anything. Isabella giggled, “Oh man, maybe we should’ve just gone for the sex…I didn’t realize how raw I was.” She gave him a teasing look, “Oh well. There is always next time.” She said all of this while still grinding against him. He was in awe at how Isabella was ahead of James in this. She didn’t look winded or tired but only sexier and more beautiful. At least in his eyes. Yet James could only mutter, “I’m about ready to cum, mommy.” He breathed out while still bucking his hips. Isabella gave him a sidelong glance, “You do like calling me mommy, eh?” Isabella giggled for a moment, “Well, alright then, I guess I like calling you baby. If you need to cum, just go ahead in your undies.” The look in her eyes made James shiver, “But I’m almost ready to cum. And I’d love it if we both did it together.” Given a choice, cumming now would be preferred. However, James wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to give her the desired pleasure. Such things had to be reciprocated, after all. It was only fair. “I want…” James gasped when he felt her hand moving up and down his chest, “To cum together!” Isabella smirked, “Ready to keep up then? Let’s put this into overdrive then!” She was practically cheering as she got more enthusiastic. Oddly enough, it was rubbing off onto James as he felt a second wind take hold of him. James returned to sucking on her tits, bucking his hips, and holding soft ass while Isabella just worked her body against his. Any sort of infantile desire was gone, replaced by James just wanting to make Isabella cum first before he did. The game now changed into a small competition. Although much as James liked to believe he was going to win, he was ultimately inexperienced compared to Isabella. He was getting tired now, and his stomach felt sore. On the other hand, he certainly wasn’t tired of nursing Isabella’s breasts! If James could’ve seen a clock or recounted how long it had been since they started, he would have been dismayed to see that barely ten minutes had gone by. Much as James would like to think this meant he could have ten minutes in the sack with Isabella, he realized that whatever foreplay was happening here wasn’t the same as sex. “Fucking hell, James!” Isabella loudly moaned, “Just bite my nipple already. Your tongue is nice, but a little pain never hurt anyone!” It was extraordinary how she could be so crass sometimes. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but James didn’t really associate biting with nursing or breastfeeding. Still, he obeyed mommy. A gentle bite on her right nipple caused Isabella to yelp in pleasure and made James realize that she might have had a thing for love bites. ‘My girlfriend likes to dress as anime characters and likes to be bitten. So she’s not a complete vanilla.’ By this point, though, James was spent. His cock was ready to burst, and his body felt hot. He didn’t even realize how sweaty he had gotten from all of this. ‘Need to take a shower after this.’ Deciding he might as well go all in, James took his lips off Isabella’s tit before burying his face between her breasts, “Ugh, mommy! Mommy! Mommy!” He kept repeating, which only made James want to cum even more. His ABDL side was finally starting to return, if just for a moment. Again, Isabella didn’t seem to find it strange or really notice. She only laughed and held James close as she kept going. “Oh god, baby, fuuuuuuck!” Isabella moaned out, “I’m cumming!” She made the strangest sounds for a moment before James felt her crotch shake so much that he also noticed it. The whole thing was so wild to him. Yet it still wasn’t enough to send James over the edge. The final trigger came from the brief moment of looking up at her face and seeing an exhausted but incredibly pleased look on it as if James just did Isabella a favor rather than the other way around. When she opened those beautiful eyes and looked at him, James swore by god that he saw a promise of more things like tonight, pardon the pun, would come later in their relationship. “Ah!” James eeped out as he felt his cock shoot out his cum into the soaked training pants. It wasn’t the most mind-blow orgasm he had had in his life, but it was probably the most “vanilla” one had. His best tended to be when he was in his diapers. Isabella noticed him slowing down, “Did you cum just now?” James was breathing hard as he nodded, “Yeah…” Isabella didn’t look winded even though she did most of the work. His hands were still gripping her ass, and James felt moved them just enough to touch the front of her panties. Soaked. Isabella noticed where his fingers were, “Guess we got another thing in common.” She was referencing his wet undies versus her “wet” panties. Funny, and it did make James feel a little better. Sliding off James, Isabella winced as she sat down on the seat cushion to the left of James, “Shit. I hope I don’t stand the leather.” Taking a moment to close her eyes and lean back, her right reached over and grabbed his left. Even after what they just did, James felt like his face was on fire, “H-how did I do?” “Hmm?” Isabella opened her eyes, “It was fun. You and I both came. What else is there to say?” James nodded, “Right…it’s just my first time doing something like that.” “Mhmm.” Isabella closed her eyes again, “We’ll see if it’s any better the next time we do this.” “Right,” James leaned back into his seat, “Next time.” He glanced down at his soaked training pants and realized he needed to change them. “I should go and change.” As he went to stand up, Isabella's hand tugged on his, “No, stay. Just a little longer.” “But I might err, leak on your couch.” Even with her eyes closed, Isabella smirked, “It’s just a couch. Let’s just bask in the afterglow, baby.” James felt himself stiffen at hearing those words. “Okay…” He sat back down, and there was silence in the living room save for their breathing. It wasn’t awkward, though. More like an afford moment of quiet reflection. That was to say that James was quietly reflecting on how beautiful Isabella looked. Sexy as well, especially as the only article of clothing was now a soaked pair of panties that glistened around her pussy. James saw the thin outline of a cameltoe. Of course, the real treasure was her breasts which were still displayed in front of him. Even after cumming just moments ago, James felt every infantile urge to simply get back to suckling on them. Hopefully, someday soon, he’d be able to suckle on them while wearing more appropriate clothing in the line of a thick diaper, bib, and bonnet. But why stop now? James smirked as he lowered himself and prepared to suckle again when Isabella opened her eyes. She noticed the smirk on his face and smiled back, “What? Don’t tell you to want another go already?” “Oh, uh.” James glanced down at her tits, “Nothing like that.” Isabella noticed where his eyes were, “You really like these puppies don’t you?” Her hands started pushing her breasts together while she bit her lower lip, “Well, I’m glad you do. It’s nice to know what part of my body gets your rocks off.” “Bell, your entire body gets me off. Your breasts just happen to be the most exciting point of interest.” She laughed, “Hmm, I think you’ll change your tune when you try some pussy out. And speaking of…” Isabella slowly stood up before her hands reached the top of her panties and slowly pulled them down. James watched with rapt attention at seeing it. It was the first real pussy he’d seen in his entire life. And he learned at that moment that Isabella didn’t believe in having pubic hair. “Someone waxes.” He joked. Granted, James also was “hairless” at his crotch. It made the diaper changes easier that way and less of a lingering smell. “You’d be surprised what you learn while in the army. Week-old unwashed muff isn’t as hot as guys like to think it is.” Isabella seemed to shudder as if recalling something. Holding her wet panties, the veteran gave James a mischievous look. James was looking intently at the underwear, “And what are you planning on doing with those?” “Debating if I want to give you to them as a little gift. I probably shouldn’t. The chance of them ending up on some dark web for perverts is a bit of a risk. Besides, these are part of my costume, and I’d hate to give up such good panties.” When James first met Isabella, he never imagined that she would be so bold with such things, but then again, he should’ve known better after getting those pics. “I mean,” James started as he stared at the underwear, “I would never do that. But you shouldn’t feel obligated to give me something for nothing.” The smirk on her face was telling, “Mhmm.” She dropped the panties to the ground, “So why don’t we do a favor for such a gift? Tell me, do you know anything about eating pussy?” Far too much. Many mommy-dommy fantasies ended with guys like James needing to eat a woman out to pleasure her, as his cock was trapped behind the confines of a thick diaper. “I’ve read and seen a few things,” James started with some embarrassment, “Not that I have got the chance to try it out.” He knew where this was going, though. Isabella laughed at hearing that, “Well, how about you give it a shot right now? I bet that tongue is good for more than kisses and sucking some titties.” She was being serious. James was shaking his head in amazement, “And yet we weren’t having sex tonight. Feels like we might as well go all the way.” “Nonsense, oral is just as fulfilling as fucking.” James had no previous experience in arguing such a point. “Besides, something tells me you’ll like this.” She took a seat on the couch and looked expectantly at him. He wasn’t going to say no. There was no instance where he wasn’t going. But James felt the need to ask one more question, “Does this establish the possibility of me getting head in return?” “For tonight? No.” Isabella shook her head, “You get my used panties, though. Maybe next time, I’ll consider a blow job. But you’ll need to earn that as well.” James felt a shudder of pleasure at needing to “earn” such a thing. Isabella was the type that liked to make James work for his rewards. First, it was blowjobs, and before long, it would be diaper changes or being allowed to make cummies in them. “I’m beginning to think you have a darker side to you, Bell.” His girlfriend shrugged, “I’ve been told by my exes that I can be as ferocious as a tiger but as gentle as a house cat. It all depends on the mood I’m in. Besides, I think you like this shit, baby.” James had to act like that pet name didn’t have power over him. “So…eating you out for used panties. That is some degenerate stuff.” Considering the amount of shit he was into, this was barely any sort of degeneracy. “You can always say no…” Isabella remarked as she slowly spread her legs out, giving James a fantastic eyeful. “Consent is important in a healthy sexual relationship.” She wasn’t wrong. He pretended to consider his options before slowly kneeling and getting his head closer to her pussy, “For the record, I’d have done this if you asked. Without the offering of your panties.” “I know,” She was smirking, “But I like tit-for-tat play.” Looking quite smug now, she gestured to her pussy with her hand, “Now then, bon appétit.” Was there a trick to eating pussy? Yes and no. It didn’t take a practiced sex guru to figure out that ‘tongue on clitoris meant woman happy,’ Instead, it was just trying to make it a bit more involved for the woman. James heard plenty of stories about guys doing all sorts of stupid shit while getting their dick sucked. Sometimes just for the memes. But even then, there was a bit more nuance in oral sex. All James knew was that it wasn’t as daunting as people made it out to be. Even so, he was enthralled by such close proximity to a woman’s vagina. For one, it was indeed quite pink on the inside. His first whiff of pussy was enjoyable. It smelled tangy. There was no other way to describe it. James wisely kept that observation to himself. His hands grabbed the sides of Isabella’s thighs, eliciting a giggle from his partner before James’s tongue took the plunge. ‘Best get experienced with this.’ James thought as his tongue moved around, which caused Isabella to start to gasp and squirm in place. “Whew!” Isabella commented, “Off to the races already? Someone wants his reward.” Ignoring the commentary, James found the taste of pussy to be enjoyable enough. It was almost like licking a peach, except not. The lack of hair was helping things. James found that keeping your face in between someone's soft thighs could be somewhat ticklish. His tongue didn’t have to work hard to find the clit. Just as the internet described it, it was a little “bean” like protrusion. James also heard another gasp and comment of affirmation from Isabella before her hands reached down and grabbed James' head. To his surprise, James was starting to get hard again. What’d he have given to be wearing a diaper during all of this. His infantile side was also coming back out, no longer constrained by the shared moment of passion and instead free to run amok in his mind as he ate at mommy’s pussy. ‘This is where I belong. Except someday it will be pleasuring mommy in exchange for diaper changes, breastfeeding, and cummies.’ In his mind's eye, James was doing this while wearing a wet and poopy diaper. His baby dick straining to get out but knowing that Isabella would never let him fuck her. Each affirmation made James licking all the more vigorous, which drove Isabell wild. She gasped, “Woah, hey there!” Isabella exclaimed before giggling in delight, “Wow. Oh wow. James…don’t fucking stop.” Her hands were now tightly holding onto his head. “Sheesh! Are you just setting the bar high for when I have to blow you?” Would Isabella want to blow him if she saw him in diapers? At best, James figured he’d get a handjob during a diaper change. But knowing how soft her lips were, made him wish to know what they’d feel like sucking on his cock. ‘I’ll do anything for cummies!’ James thought as his dick was close to cumming again, ‘I want mommy to make me cum for her!’ Even at the prospect of getting a blow job, James wanted to please Isabella. To let her strip him down to he was naked and begging to be diapered. It was all too much for James. He started cumming, which made him nearly buckle his legs from how powerful it was compared to what Isabella had done to him before. It told him that, more than anything, being her submissive baby boy was more enticing than any sort of vanilla sexual act. He was lucky because he suddenly felt a squirt of liquid hit his tongue as Isabella twitched and gave the cutest gasp. “Oh!” She sounded embarrassed, “I just came? Oh…wow.” James pulled back, slightly gasping for air and trying to calm his beating heart. He looked up at Isabella from between her legs, and the look of surprise was telling. Had he done something wrong? “That’s embarrassing,” Isabella remarked with a smile, “Cumming like that and without warning! I told a few of my exes how inappropriate it was for them to not warn me when they did that, but here I am doing the same to you, baby.” A strange awkwardness passed before James spoke, “Err, that’s alright?” He slowly pulled away from the soft thighs. He was kneeling while looking up at his “mommy” like a servant before mistress or goddess. Isabella grimaced when she felt the cushion underneath her, “Shit. This is going to stain for sure.” Moving to stand up, Isabella generously offered a hand to James to help him. He took her hand, and the two felt awkward again. “Well,” Isabella tried, “I guess you earned my panties.” She reached down and picked up the stained garments, “Don’t have too much fun with them…” Her smile was infectious as James stared down at the offered garment. How many men were offered panties by their girlfriends? And not in the cross-dressing sense. It made James pause for a moment. He was a complete and utter degenerate. The thought of wearing wet and messy diapers got him hard…however, he felt like this wasn’t the right thing to do. “Oh, you were being serious?” James acted surprised, “Shit, I thought that was just you trying to get me aroused. You don’t need to give me anything, Bell. I was more than fucking happy to eat you out.” Isabella huffed, “James, you don’t have to pretend to have liked it.” “Bell, I came near the end.” She looked taken aback at that, “Are you…are you serious? You came, as in you cummed, while eating pussy?” “Is it that odd to hear?” Now she looked confused and a little concerned, “It shouldn’t be…but I wasn’t exactly dripping wet whenever I blew one of my exes. Damn it, James.” Isabella looked frustrated, “You are really setting the bar high for me.” Hearing that made James laugh, “Is it really that big a deal? It’s entirely possible that I just like eating you out…” He expected perhaps a dismissal or laugh. Instead, Isabella was giving him a scrutinizing look. As if trying to determine if James was being serious. “You are…very interesting, James.” Isabella cryptically remarked, “Maybe you just have an oral fixation. Because you certainly went to town on my tits as well.” James felt his cheeks redden again. “Let me be clear, I am thrilled to hear that, but I did offer up something in return.” Isabella tried again, “And I don’t feel like leaving you empty-handed.” Why was she acting like this? “Isabella, stop.” James decided to end this, “You don’t need to feel obligated to pay me in used panties for something we both enjoyed. We didn’t meet each other on fucking Tinder or some shit.” Thinking about his wet and stick underwear, James spoke softly, “Besides, you didn’t freak out or tell me to leave when you saw me in my…well, in this state. Especially when I thought you would.” “Oh, Jesus.” Isabella sighed, “You can’t control when something like a medical condition creeps up suddenly. And I can say that from experience. You have no idea how many people I know have had to deal with sudden problems from their time in the military.” Her hand reached out and touched James' right hand, “I’m just trying to make you feel like this problem doesn’t make you any less a man in my eyes, yeah?” That was the issue; James didn’t mind that. So why was he having so much trouble expressing that sentiment? Probably because Isabella thought herself responsible in this relationship, especially as she was the most experienced. James tried a different approach to resolve this tension, looking down at the panties in her hand, “How about we change the deal a little? You keep the panties, but on our next date…on our next date, you gotta wear them with the same clothes you were wearing before?” “What?!” Isabella looked embarrassed, “You mean me walking around wearing a Sailor Moon t-shirt and some cargo pants?” “I was thinking more of a skirt.” James wiggled his eyebrows at her, “That’s super hot to me.” She looked appalled more at the thought of just wearing in public something she liked than giving him a pair of underwear, “UGH!” Isabella pouted and looked away, “Someone my age wearing that in public? And you think it’s hot.” Considering James imagined himself being allowed to walk around dressed like a toddler or baby, yes. He especially didn’t think that she’d get much flak anyway. It wasn’t like she wearing anything vulgar. Ultimately, Isabella relented. “Okay, fine. I’ll keep that in my mind for the next date.” She tossed the panties on the couch and glared at James, “You are so lucky that you made me come twice tonight.” “Speaking of cumming twice,” James blushed again, “I need to change my undies…” Isabella giggled at hearing him say that but nodded, “I think if you are staying the night, a shower is in order.” James perked up, “You still want me to stay the night?” “Just because we aren’t having sex tonight doesn’t mean we can’t share a bed,” Isabella coughed and looked away, “Besides, not like we haven’t already become a bit more intimate with one another.” She wasn’t wrong. At this point, sharing a bed didn’t seem as bodacious to James. Even so, he wasn’t about to miss the opportunity. Taking a shower in someone else place was always a strange experience for James. He felt like a weird intruder. He imagined serial killers did this after killing their victims in their homes to make it “their own.” It felt odd, though, since it was his girlfriend's shower. Well, the guest shower. In any case, James did need to clean up. So Isabella gave him a few towels and a bar of soap and let him do his thing. James found it difficult to focus on the events that just took place, even though there were fresh in his mind. The two of them had essentially fucked one another, but without any penetration yet, he proceeded to eat out Isabella out soon after that. She knew that he had been wetting himself but didn’t know the full context and assumed that this was a medical problem for him. That Isabella was so caring and understanding…it made her all the more “maternal” in his eyes. And yet Isabella could act silly and immature. A woman in her thirties that watched and collected anime and cosplayed might not seem all that bizarre in this day and age, but James also recognized that “older” women always had an uphill battle when it came to being part of any sort of niche culture. James liked to think that if he told her the truth about his ABDL lifestyle after everything he had seen, Isabella would accept him. However, tonight wasn’t the place to do such a thing, especially as he prepared to “sleep” with her. As James stepped out of the shower and started to towel himself off, he wondered what would happen next? Not just tonight but tomorrow and the day after. They had both seen sides of each other, even being a bit vulnerable in the process. Yet where did you go next? This relationship was going in a direction James hadn’t expected and perhaps a bit too fast. A month ago, they had started dating, and while Isabella hinted at wanting to have sex, James realized that maybe waiting was for the best. Pulling up his toddler pants, James also considered that waiting would help him try and determine what to do about this “incontinence” situation. He had no idea if it was going to get worse or better. Isabella didn’t seem to mind. A miracle, if nothing else. “James?” A voice called out for the other side of the bathroom door, “Are you dressed in there?” He thought about that question for a second, “Does it really matter?” Another moment paused before Isabella spoke, “I guess not.” She promptly opened the door and walked in. James was disappointed to see that her “PJs” were effectively another sweater and some sweatpants. No sexy nighties or shorts and shirts. She giggled at seeing him in his toddler pants. However, Isabella suddenly stopped before looking ashamed, “I’m so sorry; I shouldn’t have laughed.” He smiled back, trying to reassure her, “It’s fine! I can imagine this is pretty funny to see.” “It is,” She admitted, “But that doesn’t make it any less serious.” James rolled his eyes, “I don’t have cancer, Bell. And I’m saying that with a doctor's prognosis in mind.” She still didn’t look happy, but Isabella kept her peace, “Are you all good here?” He nodded, “I didn’t exactly bring a toothbrush, but I did find some mouthwash.” “Good!” Isabella looked relieved, “I didn’t want to taste myself if I kissed you.” Her right hand reached out and grabbed his left before dragging him away. James looked back at his clothes, “Bell, I need my clothes.” He couldn’t deny that her pulling him was pretty hot, especially as Isabella was fully clothed while he was in his toddler pants. Again, if only he was in his diapers. Entering her bedroom, James found that it was nondescript. A dresser, mirror, a closet, and a few other knickknacks here and there. Prim and proper. Denoting a woman in control of her life and also from military training. “Oh please, you can go a night without them.” She smiled, “And before you ask, I’m not taking my clothes off. We are still operating under the ‘no sex’ rule.” Much as he wanted to argue, James obeyed. He did have one more concern, “Err, I just wanted to warn you, but this pants-wetting issue extends beyond just day-time.” Isabella only shrugged and looked apologetic, “Not much I can do about that, baby. How have you been handling it at night?” By wearing thick, crinkling diapers lined with stuffers that made him unable to close his legs at night. “Err, I just try to pee before I sleep.” “And does that help?” James didn’t really know, “A little?” How else was he supposed to admit that he wasn’t doing much to stop any possible nocturnal wetting? Isabella didn’t look too convinced, though. “James, you need to be honest with me about this, okay? Are those pants going to stop any leakage?” Not a chance. He knew the limits. “...No. I don’t think they will.” “So what do you wear then at night?” This was a turning point in this entire night. James had his opening to admit it. All he had to say was that he wore diapers. ‘I’ve been wearing diapers at night.’ Just tear the band-aid off now, and he would be in the clear. And yet the words refused to come out, “It’s uh, well…” Why was this so fucking hard? “James,” Isabella interjected, “It’s okay to tell me. In fact, you don’t have to say anything, alright? Just nod or shake your head.” She gave him a reassuring smile, “Have you worn diapers to help with this problem?” His heart started racing. James didn’t think his cock would have enough blood to get erect and ruin the moment, “Bell, it’s…” “Ah, ah!” She stopped him, “Shake or nod your head.” James nodded his head. There, he had done it. While this wasn’t ideal, realizing it was out in the open felt good, especially with how Isabella handled this. “Okay,” Isabella seemed almost relieved, “Well, I still don’t have anything like that here. But it goes to show that certain precautions will be needed.” He tried a different approach, “I could just drive back home to get my…solution to the problem.” “That’d be the smart thing to do,” Isabella smiled back at him, “But I’d hate to pause or derail things. I could make something like an outer layer of towels to place around what you are wearing.” James felt his mind blank for a second, “Like a…cloth diaper?” “Sure?” Isabella sounded confused, “Something like you sees in those old cartoons? I have some pins that can keep them in place.” She shrugged, “I was thinking maybe just putting a towel lining for the inside, but if you are comfortable with the other idea.” She wanted to diaper him. She wanted to. Tonight was going in directions James had only fantasized about these last few weeks. Even so, Isabella was still treating this like it was a medical problem for him. “I guess that works…” James felt his face getting hot at what was happening here, “If it’s not weird for you.” He got another look of disapproval from Isabella, “It’s fine. Honestly, you are making this a bigger deal than it needs to be. So can you please relax?” “Bell, it’s incredibly embarrassing to talk about this.” It was also quite hot. James was surprised he wasn’t getting aroused, but he had already orgasmed twice within the last ten minutes. Then again, perhaps James just didn’t feel like it was appropriate at this moment. Isabella sighed, “Would you feel better if I just completely ignored that my boyfriend had a problem? Because I’m not going to do that. I did all the time with my exes, and I will not repeat that mistake with you. So please, just work with me here, alright, baby?” The affection was presented alongside her annoyance. James wondered about her previous boyfriends that made her want to be so “hands-on” with his problem. Not that it mattered right now, she wasn’t going to take any more excuses from him. “Fine…” James finally muttered after a moment, “Let’s just get this over with.” In any other situation, he’d have loved to extend this out. This wasn’t that time, though. His girlfriend nodded, “Just give me a second. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable on the bed.” Isabella smirked before she left the room to get some towels and pins for his DIY cloth diaper. James sat down at the foot of her bed and briefly wondered how he got here and how it would end tonight. “Careful what you wish for, I guess,” James muttered while waiting for Isabella to return so she could diaper him. In all his fantasies, James expected his first time getting diapered by Isabella to be a host of possible scenarios. Her cooing at him while she powdered his bottom or her berating him for being such a big baby. In any instance, it would be the point where their relationship changed forever. Yet here, in her room, the two of them were still talking as Isabella laid out a pair of towels and a few safety pins next to James. “I wouldn’t worry so much. If nothing else, this should be a decent set of protection for tonight.” James looked at the towels and saw that they were terry cloth at least, “I’ll try and disappoint you then. Because I rather not piss on your bed.” “I wouldn’t either,” Isabella remarked nonchalantly, “But I am due to clean the sheets.” She gestured for James to sit on the towels, “Okay, ready here.” It astonished James at how calm he felt. His heart wasn’t beating, nor did he feel arousal at the prospect of this event. If nothing else, James felt disappointed that this was his first instance of getting diapered since he was an actual baby. A crappy DIY cloth diaper. No powder or wipes. No dommy-mommy. No humiliation or excitement. “Let me help you here,” Isabella remarked as she pulled up the front of the cloth over James’s toddler pants. “I’m not trying to make this emasculating or anything. This might as well be me applying a tourniquet.” James snorted, “To my wounded pride?” “Funny.” Isabella was so clinical and fast that James didn’t even have the chance to enjoy this crappy diapering. At least until he felt Isabella’s fingers checking the leak guards and gently patting the front of his crotch. Now that felt suitably maternal to James. “See? All done.” She helped him up to his feet, “Let me just see if this is on tight enough.” James ignored her as he saw himself in the mirror now. The diaper looked like a crappy version of the one that Cupid would’ve worn. Isabella was finished, “Looks good to me.” She looked satisfied at her handiwork, “Not bad if I say so myself. And you don’t look that bad either, James.” James rolled his eyes, “Good to know.” “I’m serious,” The smile on her face made him feel better, especially when she leaned in and kissed him, “You don’t look silly or anything.” Too bad, he wouldn’t have minded that if used in the right context. The two shared a few more kisses. James had to admit that it was easy to forget what was going on whenever he shared these moments with Isabella. Her eyes and kisses, the touch of her fingers…they felt so good. And now he had the opportunity to sleep with her. “Are you ready for bed?” “Mhmm.” Isabella nodded and smiled before approaching the bed's right side and pulling back the covers. Quickly slipping under them, she gave an inviting look to him. It didn’t take much to spur James to come and join her. The giggling from Isabella made James ignore how strange his DIY diaper must have been in this instance. But once the covers were over him, it was out of sight and out of mind for the most part. The thickness wasn’t going to be an issue, either. After all, James had worn far thicker diapers than this. “I know we should be getting to sleep, but let’s just take our time, yeah?” James nodded, “Sure.” Leaning forward, Isabella started kissing him once again. James returned the favor before bravely wrapping his arms around her body and embracing her. Her kisses tasted minty and sweet. She was so warm. Even wearing a full sleeper with a wet diaper never made him feel this way. His hands started wandering, but Isabella pulled them away, “No sex or touching my important bits right now.” Such a fucking tease! James loved it. Even though it was getting him so fucking aroused. “Stingy,” James remarked with a smirk, which caused Isabella to giggle. “You are just greedy.” The playful look in her eyes was telling, “Mr. ‘I enjoy eating pussy and sucking on tits.’ And here I thought I would have to entice you to do one or the other. Instead, I might have to tell you to stop.” James snorted, “Would you, though?” “Hell no,” Isabella laughed, “Especially with how enthusiastic you are.” She sighed, “Oh, the power of a young man’s libido and stamina. How will I ever keep up?” Flirting with her was so much fun. “Cocaine?” “I might risk the felony if it meant more of your tongue on my body.” She giggled before resting her head on his shoulder. The moment of vulgar levity seems to have passed, replaced by a gentle calm shared between the two. “I had fun tonight,” Isabella quietly remarked, “Did you have fun?” He did, “Yeah. Even with the…sudden reveal of my condition.” “Hmm…” As she snuggled with James, Isabella muttered, “Not a big deal to me.” She took things in stride; James had to give her that. “It really doesn’t bother you?” “No.” Her response was blunt, “Compared to Brad’s smoking, Stephen's drinking, and Arnold's arguments…I can live with you having wet pants.” When she put it that way, “I guess that makes sense.” James couldn’t help but ask, “Those were your exes, yeah?” Isabella said nothing for a moment before she sighed into his neck, “Yup…my attempts at serious relationships. All crashed and burned in the end.” This felt like a minefield now, “Do you want to talk about it?” “Not when I’m this comfortable and happy.” Isabella was quiet for a moment, “I’m glad you aren’t like them, James.” He didn’t hear a playful or joking tone in that statement. “Thanks,” James smiled at the compliment, “That means a lot.” Rather than respond, Isabella pulled away for a moment to look at him, “Don’t worry about this thing of yours or my exes, alright? Just…let’s just take this one thing at a time, okay?” “Sure, Bell.” James saw this mattered to her, “I just don’t want to disappoint you, though.” She looked confused, “You haven’t at all, James.” Shaking her head, she turned to turn off the lights, “So stop acting like you are going to.” The lights went out, and James had no chance to argue otherwise. James and Isabella kissed in the dark silence for probably another ten minutes before he felt exhaustion finally set in. Isabella yawned a few times as well. And soon, the couple quietly began to rest. “Night, Bell.” “Night, baby.” James thought that was it before he heard a quiet “Love you.” After everything that happened tonight, he wasn’t sure if that was the most surprising thing now. “Love you too, mommy.” James felt stupid for saying that, but when he heard the sleepy giggle from Isabella, he knew that was the right thing to say. Happy new year!

The relationship is in a weird place but appearances must be kept up. We hear what Ryan thinks about things before he gets some bad news. --- If you enjoy this story you can see the next part RIGHT NOW on my Patreon page! https://www.patreon.com/posts/sallas-part-76626144 My writing is my sole income so I appreciate each and every person who can help me pay the bills and fill the refrigerator. For $5 a month you can see everything I post one full week before the rest of the world. For $10 you can see the updates early AND you get access to 43 stories that are EXCLUSIVE for patrons. I post two updates of 2,000+ words a week. For more information on additional patron tiers and rewards (such as discounts on commissions or free stories) please check out my Patreon page: https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 Thank you everyone who supports me or who visits my page to check it out ❤️ --- “We can share the bed.” Anna stated. “No, its fine, I’ll sleep on the couch.” Ryan said as he picked up his pillow. “It’s been a week.” Anna said with a sigh, “You should come back to bed.” Ryan looked at the doorway like he was unsure. Anna was growing exasperated with him. From wanting to do anything to be away from Ryan, and any other male in Sallas, she was now annoyed that he wasn’t spending more time with her. It wasn’t like she wanted to suddenly be with Ryan every moment of the day but it wasn’t like she hated him either. She couldn’t help but be fond of the only male that had ever shown her genuine sympathy. Ever since Ryan broke down and told Anna how he felt they’re relationship had warmed up. They weren’t best friends but they had a few normal conversations, Anna would ask about his day and in turn he would help her be more independent, at the moment that primarily meant helping with potty training. He seemed like a nice guy and although Anna was somewhat resentful that she was still so reliant on him she couldn’t help but be happy that she thought they could easily spend her their lives sharing a house. “I don’t know if I should.” Ryan put a hand up to the back of his neck. “Look, I obviously can’t make you do anything.” Anna shook her head, “But you have classes and you really need to be well-rested for them. I can see the bags under your eyes.” Anna could see Ryan was being swayed to her side of the argument but he still seemed unsure. It was like the cork had popped on his guilt about the situation and he just couldn’t put it back in. Far from being a male that ran the household he had completely abdicated his position. “If for no other reason you should come to bed to keep up appearances.” Anna finally said. “Huh?” Ryan grunted. “What if someone comes in and sees you on the couch?” Anna asked, “What if Paul came in and noticed you’d been sleeping there? I’m not suggesting anything else, but we really need to play things safe… at least until we know how things stand.” That seemed to get Ryan’s attention. He reluctantly dropped his pillow back down and looked up at Anna as if to make sure she was alright with this. When Anna nodded encouragingly Ryan lifted the cover and slipped into bed. He was smiling and Anna felt sure that he was glad she had given him a reason to stay in the bed. The past week had been one of the strangest of Anna’s life. Her relationship with Ryan, such as it was, hadn’t really changed all that much. They didn’t talk a lot and when they did there was always an awkwardness that neither seemed able to dispel. The main change to her life was her freedom. Ryan had started treating her as an equal partner and that meant that whilst some things changed others stayed the same. It would take time to get used to the new dynamic. Anna was still doing a majority of the chores because Ryan was busy studying. She had to keep the apartment tidy so as not to arouse any suspicion if anyone visited but Ryan was doing his fair share of the cooking. However, the biggest and most important development had been Anna’s potty training. Anna was proud to say she hadn’t messed her diaper since they agreed on potty training, this was mostly thanks to spending all her time at home and therefore near the toilet. The problem was her bladder which clearly still needed work. She just didn’t have the muscle strength to hold her pee for long enough. The most important thing though was that Anna had never been happier. For once in her life she felt she had some control over her own destiny. Potty training was very much an optional thing for women, not that they were the ones that chose, and some men simply never put their women through it. The good news was that if Anna ever did get out of diapers she wouldn’t need to hide that fact. That was her thoughts at least, she didn’t want to speak to Ryan about it in case he had bad news for her. “Goodnight.” Ryan said as he leaned over and turned off the bedside light. “Goodnight.” Anna replied as she did the same thing. As Anna laid down that night and felt the bed sinking under the weight of Ryan next to her she couldn’t help but smile. It wasn’t long until she heard Ryan lightly snoring and realised he must have been even more exhausted than she thought. She closed her own eyes and soon drifted off herself. --- Ryan didn’t know what married life would be like before his wedding but he never envisioned what he now had. He was just finishing up a lecture and putting his stuff away, he had been sat with the usual group of guys again though he felt more awkward than ever before, and he was more than ready to get back home. It felt to Ryan like he was lying to everyone. These guys he spent his days with thought he was just like the rest of them, an alpha male keeping his woman down. They had no idea that when he went home he helped with the chores, talked to Anna like she was a human being and generally did everything he could to make her comfortable. “I tell you…” Paul was loudly saying to his group of friends, “Jane is a real handful in the sack, you know?” As all Paul’s friends and sycophants laughed Ryan had to pretend to join in. He hated the way the others talked about their wives, as if they were pieces of meat or toys. He would’ve been happy to say goodbye and run home but he had to keep up appearances. His body may have been with the other males in his class but his mind was at home with Anna. He hoped she was getting along alright. If people found out what Ryan’s home life was like there would be hell to pay for both he and Anna. In some ways it was exciting but in many other ways it was utterly terrifying. He frequently wondered if he had made a mistake in confessing his true feelings to Anna but at the same time it felt inevitable, if it hadn’t been that night it would’ve been the next one or the one after that. He wasn’t the sort of person who could bottle up their emotions forever. “What about Anna?” Paul asked as he gave Ryan a rough shove in the shoulder, “Does she put out?” “Huh? Oh… yeah.” Ryan replied rather timidly. He smiled as everyone laughed obscenely. It was like being back in school. “Good man.” Paul roared. Ryan suppressed the desire to roll his eyes. He really couldn’t stand his closest neighbor, he was the perfect example of all that was wrong with Sallasian society. He was a great lumbering oaf who took great pleasure in his position of superiority despite doing nothing to earn it. Regardless, he kept himself quiet and made his way out of the lecture hall and into the hallways. It was busy which meant it was easy for Ryan to “accidentally” get lost and separated from the rest of the guys. The sun was out but there was a noticeable chill in the air compared to the height of summer. Fall had arrived even if most of the leaves remained on the trees. Ryan walked out into the fresh air and towards home. He felt bad that he had to leave Anna alone for so much of the day and always worried that something might’ve happened. It was silly, she so rarely left the apartment, but he knew what the men here were like. Whilst out in the world generally the general attitude of men to women was condescending more than anything within the confines of this ultra-competitive college it was much more hostile. Women were status symbols so those who had a wife flaunted it and the harsher they were the more manly they were seen to be. It quickly devolved into a race to the bottom with every man doing his best to show everyone else he was the harshest male around. It meant that life for the women at the college was actually worse than it would probably be outside of the bubble. Out there a woman could expect to just be belittled like a child, in here the women were at constant risk from men who saw it as their duty to be as macho and horrible as possible. Ryan hated all of it. Ryan went up to his apartment and let himself in. As soon as he looked inside there was a shocked exclamation of surprise and he quickly pulled the door closed again with him still in the hallway. His cheeks had gone a rosy red. During the week Ryan had bought Anna something to help wean her out of diapers. She had been very embarrassed at first and refused it but eventually she got it out herself sensing, no doubt, that Ryan’s intentions were pure and that it would actually help her. The pink training potty was scaled up for an adult woman but in all other respects was exactly the same as a child’s one. It even came with some little hand-puppets that were apparently supposed to keep the woman occupied as if she were a child. It was that very potty that Ryan had just opened the door to see Anna using. He didn’t know how she felt but he was certainly very embarrassed for her. He had only opened the door for a couple of seconds but it was long enough to see his wife naked from the waist down and perched on the potty in the centre of the living room. Ryan wasn’t exactly sure what to do next so he stayed out in the hallway. After a couple of minutes he heard footsteps rapidly approaching the door and a red-faced Anna opened it. She stood to the side with her head bowed as Ryan walked in. He tried to ignore the potty but he still ended up glancing over and saw a small amount of urine in the bottom of the bowl. “I’m getting better…” Anna said quietly from behind Ryan. “Well done.” Ryan turned and smiled at his wife. He reached forward and gave her a quick unsure hug. Ryan was genuinely happy for Anna. Toilet training had been a very frustrating experience for her and it seemed like she had expected much faster progress. He had bought her the potty precisely because she was getting so annoyed at herself for failing to reach the toilet. Even that had been difficult at first. Ryan had noticed Anna was too embarrassed to try to reach the potty if he was in the room with her. He didn’t blame her. Initially they had put the potty in the bathroom but it quickly became clear that was asking too much of Anna’s bladder. Anna had instead been taking it around the apartment with her. When she had made it in time she was very excitable and Ryan had to be careful not to be condescending in his praise. “I’ll have to buy you a packet of pull-ups.” Ryan said, “For when you’re ready. No rush, of course.” Ryan turned to see a small smile curl the corner of Anna’s lips before it quickly disappeared. He was proud of her though, she was doing very well. It seemed with the success of Anna’s potty training their relationship was also improving. They were able to have friendly conversations which was a step up from ignoring each other. Ryan had learnt a lot about Anna including a lot of her dreams, he hoped to fulfill at least some of them one day. Fulfilling Anna’s dreams required him to fulfil his first. As a regular man most of what she wanted, such as leaving the country or gaining the smallest amount of autonomy, was impossible. As an executive it would still be very hard to get out of a country that didn’t like its citizens leaving without a reason. But if he could run his father’s company visas and the like wouldn’t be so difficult to obtain. It was yet another reason he was laser-focused on getting through college and into business as soon as possible. “Oh, just some bad news, there’s going to be a party here in a few weeks.” Ryan said as he made his way towards the bathroom. “Ugh, really?” Anna replied as she followed him down the hallway. “Sorry, but yeah.” Ryan shrugged, “Like you said, we have to keep up appearances.” Ryan had been about to get into the shower but just as he turned on the water he heard his phone ringing. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and saw that it was his father. It felt like a lead weight dropped in his stomach, he had been trying to find any reason not to return calls or answer his father’s texts recently. He turned off the water again and walked quickly through to the bedroom. “Hello?” Ryan said as he finally answered the call. “Ryan! I was beginning to think you were avoiding me.” Michael’s voice was loud and he was laughing. It was clear he couldn’t fathom why anyone wouldn’t want to talk to him. “Of course not.” Ryan replied perhaps a bit too seriously. “Right… How’s college life treating you, son?” Michael asked. “Things are going great.” Ryan answered, “I’m enjoying the course and my grades are good.” “Fantastic.” Michael said, “We’ve got an office already lined up for you here. A corner one. Do you remember old Mr. Watkins? Jeff Watkins? He’s retiring in a couple of years. Should be perfect timing for you to step right in to his shoes.” Ryan felt his heart skip a beat. He knew his father was planning to fast track him up the corporate ladder but he had no idea he was being lined up straight for a position on the board. That would be incredible, he’d be right in the thick of the action and making more money than he would be able to spend. It was everything he dreamed of and it was being offered to him on a silver plate. “How’s Anna by the way?” Michael asked when Ryan didn’t respond to him. “She’s… She’s fine.” Ryan said as he was rapidly brought back to his phone call. “Are you sure?” Michael asked, “If she’s not up to snuff we could replace her. You can send her back to that family of hers and you can pick someone else. I can’t say I think much of the in-laws, they seem rather low class and Harold can’t swing a golf club to save his life. With your future ahead of you I’m sure women would fling themselves your way.” “That’s not necessary.” Ryan replied woodenly. It suddenly felt quite hard to talk and he would dearly have loved for this phone call to end. “You’ve got her under control then?” Michael continued probing, “Shown her who’s boss?” Ryan pulled the phone away from his head and looked into it. He blinked a couple of times and frowned. Something seemed wrong, this conversation was rapidly becoming an interrogation. Had someone at the college said something to Michael? Maybe Michael never truly believed his son could keep a woman in check… “Ryan? Are you there?” Michael’s voice was distant. “Yeah… Yeah, no, everything’s fine.” Ryan finally said as he brought the phone back to his ear. “Great!” Michael’s enthusiasm didn’t sound entirely genuine, “Well, just to let you know, you are to come home for Thanksgiving. We’ve invited Anna’s family over as well.” “Actually, I think we were planning…” Ryan started. He desperately wanted to keep Anna away from either of their families. “We’ll see you then.” Michael interrupted with finality. The tone of his voice was clear: Do not argue with me. The phone line went dead and Ryan fell backwards on to the bed. A conversation with his father was more exhausting than any of his classes or nights out with Paul’s friends. He looked up at the ceiling and sighed heavily, there would be nothing else to do but play happy families. It pained him that he would have to ask Anna to go back into that subservient role even if it was only temporary. He told himself that it was for the best and that they would both be better off long term if he had the job he so desired. “Is everything OK?” Anna’s voice came from the doorway. Ryan sat up and couldn’t help but smile when he saw her. “Sorry. More bad news…” Ryan said as the smile faded.

Fellatio is a loving tender treat, a gift involving soft lips and a willing tongue, teasing, tormenting and eventually giving release to a lucky man. Getting face fucked was nothing like that. I don't know when my drink was spiked but I can guess who. I woke up when he splashed cold water on me, looked down, saw him using a small towel to dry my pubic mound. It was bare. I flinched, tried to bring my arms around to stop him touching me there. They hardly moved, pressure on my wrists, preventing me drawing them from behind my back. The movement drew his attention, made him look up, smile at me. "Ah, you're awake," he told me, as though I hadn't noticed. "Let me finish up here and we'll get you comfortable." I spoke too, in my mind. The actual sounds I made were grunts, conveying none of my words, not telling him to stop. Not asking him what he was doing or why. Not even asking why my mouth was full, and why trying to talk made my tongue sore. My tongue was sore. Another thing I hadn't noticed. The grunts might have turned to a pitiful whine. He looked at me curiously then his face cleared. "Ah, the piercing," he said. "I'll finish up and fetch you a pain killer." Piercing? What piercing? Wait, my tongue? He'd pierced my tongue? Why - and what with? Those thoughts were hidden from him, didn't distract him from what he was doing, kneeling between my widely spread legs. I hated that position, hated having him there, hated the vulnerability it made me feel. I was vulnerable too; he was fully dressed now but that wouldn't take long to change; I was just seconds away from being raped. He didn't rape me, not then. Arms under my thighs, lifting me, a hand swinging across and beneath me. He lowered my legs again, ignored my heels kicking futilely against his back. Reaching down he pulled something up around my hips, clothing of some form. Plastic covered? He was putting me in a diaper! I looked at him in confusion, my kicking paused while I tried to think through what was going on. Ok, it was clear what was going on, he was pulling the front of the diaper between my legs, using it to cover the mound he'd just shaved bare, hairless for the first time in many years. What wasn't clear was why. He spoke again, telling me why. "I," he said, pausing, emphasising himself, "control you. I control your actions, I control your whole life. You're in diapers to remind you that I control whether you even go to the toilet." He wasn't gloating, threatening, laughing, just calmly sharing how he viewed our situation. "I choose whether to change you when you're wet," he added, "I control your comfort." That didn't sound good. "Now, let's get you more comfortable," he said, and got up from between my legs. He left the room, giving me my first chance to take stock, look at where I was, how I was dressed. It was a normal living room, a couch, TV, various electronics and some shelves, books and a vase, some ornaments and a picture. I couldn't see the picture clearly from my position on the floor, turned my focus to myself. That proved quick. I was wearing a diaper and nothing else. Well, something around my wrists but I couldn't see that. I wriggled my fingers, tried to see if they could inform me but could reach whatever was there, stopping me moving my arms. I struggled to sit upright, the diaper making it strangely hard, stopping me closing my legs fully and adding a thick layer I had to overcome. He re-entered the room as I made it, walked over to me, crouched down beside me. "Good, you're sat up already. That'll help," he said. Help what? "I'm going to remove the gag," he told me, "so that you can take a pain killer. You can take the pill, wash it down with a glass of water, get a break from whatever discomfort your tongue is causing, or you can try and talk or scream or shout and get the gag straight back in. Is that clear?" I nodded. "Good. Are you going to be a good girl?" I hated him for that. Bad enough to force this situation onto me, now he wanted me to admit that doing what he wanted was 'good'. I didn't nod. "No pill then," he said, shaking his head at me. "Last chance. Are you going to be a good girl?" I blushed, closed my eyes and nodded my head. I wouldn't be helping myself by sitting here in pain but didn't want to see him enjoy his little win. His hand on my chin, holding my head steady. The sensation of something happening with my mouth, fingers brushing my lips, a tugging sensation. Cold air reaching my mouth. I closed my mouth. Swallowed the saliva that had been building up, almost gagged at the plastic taste of whatever he'd had in there. Then looked at him in shock, opened my mouth again. The gag went straight back in. He'd been ready, and my question became grunts. "Now now," he said, "You promised to be a good girl." I had, but that was before I'd tried to swallow, felt something on the top of my mouth, a stud in my tongue. I hadn't forgotten he'd pierced my tongue but feeling it was a shock nonetheless. Not least because of where I felt it. Tongue piercings are near the front of the tongue, seen teasingly when the mouth is open, a seductive promise possible by sticking your tongue out, revealing it past your teeth. I couldn't do that with this one. It was in too deep, must have been two inches along my tongue, maybe more. The confusion on my face seemed to amuse him. "Found the stud?" he asked. I nodded, wrinkled my brows in a puzzled frown at him. "It's not for show," he said, "It's for my pleasure." I thought about that, and didn't like where those thoughts took me. For him to get pleasure from that stud meant being that far into my mouth. Maybe further. I shivered. He grinned. "Let's try again," he said, pulling the gag from my mouth once more. I swallowed again but didn't try and speak, just enjoyed having my mouth closed. I opened it again as he put a pill to my lips, let him push it in. A glass held to my mouth, tilted, cool water filling my mouth. I swallowed it, the pill with it, then another mouthful. The glass was drawn away from my but I followed it, unexpected thirst needing to be satisfied. He laughed at that but brought the glass back, let me finish it. Moments later the gag was back in. I hadn't tried to speak but he didn't want to give me the chance. Instead he used my shoulders to lower me back to the floor and rolled me over onto my stomach. "That's a very cute look," he said, a firm slap on the padding covering my bottom making it clear which look he liked. It didn't hurt, physically, just the reminder of what I was wearing, what that meant. It made me think about that, made me realise my bladder was ready for release. Another thing I hadn't noticed. Not something I had time to worry about, instead trying to track what he was doing to me now. He'd reached under my shoulders, lifted my upper body off the floor and was now dragging me across the room. "There," he said, "Now, lets get you turned around." He picked up my ankles and pulled them with him as he walked around me, swivelling me on my bottom. My eyes widened as a wooden chair came into view, its seat around the height of my eyes. I looked up at him in confusion. He didn't notice, or didn't care. Maybe both. His focus was on fastening my ankles to the back legs of the chair, leaving my legs spread uncomfortably wide around its front legs. Getting the second ankle fastened made that worse, as he pulled me right up to the chair, its strange curved cut-out at the front now against my face, making me close my eyes. "Thought that might be a bit high," he said, walking around behing me. "Come on, up we go." He reached down as he said that, lifted me, and I felt him kicking something in under me. As he released me again I found it was a padded cushion that raised me higher, enough that my chin was now just above the height of the seat. I pulled my head back, looked at the chair now that I could see it better. It was a sturdy wooden chair, but with a curved cut-out in front and, I could now see, a hinged section that could swing around in front of it, leaving a hole a few inches wide in the seat at the front of the chair. I already knew the seat was the right height for someone sat on a cushion in front to rest their chin on it. Now I realised they wouldn't have a choice, if their head was placed at that height in the cut out at the centre, and the front of the chair swung into position, clipped into place. It was like a pillory, but holding the head upright rather than facing down. This would leave someone sat in that position facing the crotch of anybody sitting in it. He tugged me into position, fastened the curved wooden bar behind my neck, and sat there in front of me, his crotch brushing my nose. That was his next target, gripping it with one hand and pulling it painfully up. I opened my mouth to gasp with the pain and his other hand pushed something into it, prevented me closing it again. Obviously I tried struggling free. My ankles had a little flex, letting me change the angle of my knees, but I couldn't get them free, couldn't move away from the chair. With him sat in it I couldn't move the chair either, although with my neck in that wooden embrace I'd have had to go with it. My arms remained tied firmly behind my back, wrists together, stopping me even reaching the diaper I knew was wrapping my freshly shaved body. All I could do was watch in horror with a sense of inevitable doom as he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his flaccid penis. He reached down beside the chair and picked up another cushion, pushed it back behind him so he could comfortable sit right up against my distended jaw, allowing his penis to rest inside my unwillingly gaping mouth. I'd guessed we'd end up like this, after finding out about the piercing, but was confused anyway. He made no attempt to make me lick him, arouse him, just lifted his legs onto the table behind me, leaned back and turned on the tv. Actually sat there drinking beer, his cock in my drooling mouth, otherwise ignoring me. I tried talking to him, the thing holding my mouth open and the thing inside it preventing proper words. He didn't try and interpret them, didn't respond, just watched TV. Had another beer. That reminded me of the drink I'd had earlier, the coffee I'd had with breakfast. They'd finished with me, wanted back out, and I didn't think he'd gone to the effort of diapering me, tying me up and fastening me into this chair just to let me go to the toilet now. So yes, of course I did. I sought relief for my bladder, as that was the only thing I could control. Hot humiliation as hot liquid spread around my crotch and my bottom. Strange sensations as the padding wrapping those swelled. He must have noticed. "Have you wet yourself yet?" he asked. My blush was the only reply he needed. His response wasn't verbal, made itself known in my mouth not his, as he started to get erect. The drool had made my mouth very wet, now my tongue could taste him making it wetter, his body generating lubricant it didn't need. We sat there a while longer, the warmth down below cooling off, becoming a damp clammy feel. I wondered if he'd take it off if I asked, if he'd insist on replacing it with another diaper. At least that would be clean, dry. The football finished, he turned the TV off and turned his focus to me. "How's your diaper?" he asked, "Do you want a change?" My face must've been a picture. Disgust at having him in my mouth, distress at being in a wet diaper, desire to be taken out of it, horror at being changed into a clean one, humiliation at him knowing all those feelings and not wanting to show them. The semi erect penis in my mouth revealed I'd shown them, and its increased rigidity told me he liked that I had those feelings, liked being able to force me to experience such humiliation. I tried to pull back, avoid choking on what was now entirely filling my mouth, tried again to bite down on it. All that did was make the piercing rub him from underneath, make my lips gently brush against the base of his shaft. He liked that, started rocking back and forth. My neck trapped in that wooden embrace stopped me moving my head away, whatever he'd put between my teeth prevented me from stopping him, and that stud in my tongue, so far back in my tongue, did its insidious job, arousing him as he thrust repeatedly into me. I sat there helpless, a plaything for his entertainment, unable to respond or react even as he put his feet back on the floor, gave him better traction for his thrusts. Now his pubic mound was bouncing off my face each thrust, his hair scant protection from what felt like being hit in the mouth every second. If being hit in the mouth included several inches of penetration and a ball sack bouncing off your chin. As his orgasm approached fortunately the thrusts were shorter even as they were quicker. My drool kept him sliding easily between my lips and the painful bumps from his crotch had pretty much stopped now. The weird sensation of him rubbing against the piercing had not, was intensified, made me realise how effective it was - at both its jobs. It was there to arouse him, and it was doing just that, but that meant me being penetrated, humiliated, taking him deep into my mouth, and I was doing that, whether I wanted to or not. Maybe in other circumstances I'd have wanted to. Give him a blow job, but with me in control. I wasn't in control here, I was his fuck toy, and he was face fucking me now with increasing pace. In a blow job you can control when orgasm happens. I had no control here, knew it was imminent but not when, was breathing in at just the wrong moment. I choked, spluttered, my mouth suddenly full of a thick salty taste, and the drool dripping down my chin was suddenly joined by another liquid - and not just my tears which had finally come, at the moment he did. A couple more thrusts and he stopped, leaned back in the chair, his breathing calming as his penis softened. It was still in my mouth, occasional little pulses, more liquid that I didn't want on my tongue. I just sat there, staring at the pubic hair that had been my sole vista for over an hour now, hot with anger and frustration at my helplessness and feelings of humiliation. I didn't move; couldn't move, couldn't talk, my mouth still gaping and plugged. A minute later he finally spoke. "Ah, that's better," he said, "my bladder is bursting and I was never going to be able to go with an erection like that." I looked up in panic. Was he planning to..? No. He was getting up instead, his penis sliding from my mouth, leaving a trail of stickiness down my chin and on the seat of the chair before he stepped over me, dragging it up my face and across my hair. I shook with rage at this treatment, on top of everything else he'd done, but he ignored me, took the hateful device from my mouth and I could finally close it, swallow all that drool, everything else in there. While I was doing that he was unfastening my ankles, then released my neck from its restraint. I would've collapsed then, fallen backwards onto my bound arms, but he was stood there, held me up. Reached below my arms and pulled me upright, held me steady until I'd got me feet below me, remembered how they work, fought through the pain of blood flow returning to them and finally stood up without needing his help. He was taller than me, my head reaching only his shoulders. That made his next action easier, one arm wrapped around me, just below my shoulders, the other pulling the front of my cold sodden diaper out so he could flop his still wet penis over the top, dangling down from my belly button into the diaper. I knew what he was about to do before he did it but that didn't lessen the shame. As his hot urine soaked my skin, made my newly shaved area sting, caused the diaper to swell further I wept in raw distress. He'd pierced my tongue, pierced my mouth; now he was piercing my dignity. The emotion overwhelmed me and as I rested my head against his shoulder I finally allowed him his well earned victory, needing his strength to hold my collapsing body as ripple after soul searing ripple of violent orgasm flooded through me, even as he continued to flood my diaper. Later, while he was finally changing my soaking diaper, I looked up at him and asked shyly, "When's the next match?"

@CelesteLyric welcome to daily diapers! and welcome to our very vast and unique family! each of us has our own story and our own read reasons for being here and each of us has been on a journey that started at some point in the past and continues to this day. I'm glad that I am a member here because at the time I started in 2019, I was looking for support myself, and I found it, I accepted myself as incontinent and a diaper lover in 2020, and began wearing diapers 24/7 at that time. In my opinion it is the best decision I've ever made. you will find each of us has their own story as how we got here or why we are here, so please don't hesitate to read the many posts to have a lot of good information and, and a lot of information about each of our experiences as we go through the journey. if you have any questions please don't hesitate to ask us, or respond to any post you wish, and let us know what's going on, and we will be able to help you. Please also feel free to follow me or others, as a lot of us post in the forums and you will be able to follow each of us that you want to buy adding us to your followers list. each time a follower posts, you will find that your notification panel the little bell up top, will be showing you a number in a green circle. Click on the little bell, and it will bring down each one of the notifications in your notification panel. if someone sends you a PM (private message) you will see the number of private messages that you have waiting for you in that circle near the little envelope icon at the top of the screen. if you want to follow your own profile just click your name and a whole bunch of options will appear in the dropdown. I hope you enjoy yourself here and I hope that you will be able to join us either in the forms or in chat, we don't bite too hard, at least not that I am aware of He he he he Brian

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new years eve has passed in Australia. i did make plans to go fishing, but that didn't really work out. i ended up napping most of the day, work has been tiring, so i decided to take the opportunity to sleep on my day off i woke up around 11 pm, to watch the fireworks, with mummy. moderate alcohol consumption, and a giant bag of popcorn. this year, Melbourne fireworks was Amazing! they even had lasers, i'm glad i watched it from my couch, the crowds looked insane. new years day, will pretty much be a continuation of nye, we are going into the peak of summer, i don't really feel like doing much except for napping in an adequately air conditioned room.

Hi, I am trying something a little different. First person works for a lot of people, and I've had the advice before that I am emotionally disconnected from my characters when I write. Maybe Third Person is not a style that really works for me. So, I've decided to write Lauren's tales from the First Person Perspective to see if that helps with emotionally identifying, at least, with the main character. So, I've been watching some depressing movies lately about child fostering, adoption, and abuse, and somehow, this has sparked my need to tell another story. Now, I do not claim to know what true abuse is like, and I don't claim to have ever lived in a foster home ever, but I hope my empathy reaches to the point that this story makes sense. It has been a while since I've actually written a story outside of roleplay, and I don't mean to be insensitive at all, so if you are horrified by the emotions that someone that had not experienced it themselves, but who has the imagination to try to place themselves in the shoes of such a person, then please do not read this. It is meant to draw up strong emotions, though the main players in this story are NOT the cruel people that would have hurt the kid. The kid is just ten years old when the story opens.... Chapter 1 Was I Dreaming Again? The vibration of the car seat under me shook me so that I couldn’t relax. The drive was long. The new faces were yet to burn themselves into my heart. There was only the feeling that once again, I was in the fog of the unknown. What new rules were there to be? What new rules were there that they thought I already knew? What kinds of things will set off the ticking into an unmanageable explosion? Why couldn’t I just stay where I knew what they wanted? I looked down at my legs, covered by wine-purple sweats as I pushed my thighs towards each other. I knew why it was hard to make my thighs rest against each other, and why it was uncomfortable to make my knees touch, but that was normal. It wasn’t anything new. What mattered more, was that I kept the secret as long as I could so that I wouldn’t get caught, maybe have a chance to deal with the damp moisture on the skin around my privates. Please, don’t seep through, please don’t do it. It was late, probably after the time that most had dinner. I was sitting in the backseat of the dimly lit car with a girl a little smaller than me. She was wearing blue jeans and a pink top that had hearts around the collar, the sleeves, and the trimmings at the bottom. It was so cute! She was cute, too, but she was probably just like all the others. I best not talk to her. Best not do anything to upset her. She might tattle on me for something weird. She might even realize what I’ve done, and tattle about that. Something watery and itchy on my nose, my snot, made me reach up with the upper end of my arm, and as I sniffled, I wiped the water on my purple sleeve, the sleeve of my sweats. I turned to look out the window, hoping that the girl next to me didn’t notice that I saw her. I hoped she didn’t think I wanted to talk. I didn’t want any trouble. I felt my legs push towards each other, the knees touching on the tips, but it was like trying to keep a clothes pin back end together. It just didn’t want to stay like that, and sprung apart. I glanced down at the pocket of seat that was between my open legs. There was a dry red-brown seat there. I hoped it would stay dry all the way to the place we were going. It was dark outside. I hate the dark. “Mommy,” the little girl next to me suddenly made a noise that drew me out of myself. Alert that she had said mommy, I wondered if she was telling on me. I wondered what I did wrong, or maybe she knew that my privates were damp. Maybe she knew that the stiffness between my legs was …. “...I’m hungry,” the girl said. Her hair was darker brown, and when the light hit it, it sometimes looked a little red. She was shorter than me. She was smaller. But it was always the smaller kids that I had to be most careful of. They were the most trouble. All it took was one mistake, and her age, her size, her seemingly innocence would be used against me and I’d be hit! “Honey, pull over,” the lady in the front seat told the man. “The kids are hungry. We can surely take them out, right? Give us a chance to talk to our new child a bit more like a family.” The man nodded and seemed like he was smiling as he agreed to pull over. They were pulling over. Oh, no, there was no time to let it dry. They would get me out of the car, and they would notice what I’ve done. It only took a peek down my pants, or a light touch on my bum, and they would know. I was in trouble now. I tried to bury my face in my arms, and pretend to be asleep. I closed my eyes. It was probably not going to save a ten year old the disgrace of being found like this, but it might get me off. They might think I was just… um… a bed-wetting baby. Better that, then a ten year old kid that pees her pants all the time and causes trouble. But then, maybe they already knew. Most of the people by this time that would pick me up, would eventually get me home, check my pants, and tell me not to lie, that they knew I had peed my pants, even if I didn’t see how they knew it yet. Maybe they were told I’d pee my pants. I don’t know. It was just the confusing way they always spoke, that I was never really sure if they were told or not. “Honey, get Lauren’s diapers from the back?” the lady told the man as she went to my door. They knew I wore diapers then…. “I want to check her when we go in, and make her comfortable before she eats.” The man nodded and after opening the side of the car that April, the girl that sat next to me for her, he went to the back. He didn’t look at me at all. I couldn’t tell how mad he was, if he knew I was wet, but at least he wasn’t looking at me like I was going to get it. At least, he wasn’t looking like that just now. I shivered. Maybe we were in public. Maybe they had known I was leaking in my pants this whole time, and now, they knew I was wet. Maybe it would be embarrassing to them to leave me in wet pants, so they were going to change me, but when we get home, that would mean I’d really get it. We were walking into the restaurant. I felt a sting in my left eye, and a tear trailed down my face. I knew I was going to be discovered, and I was going to get it soon. I shivered. I felt the back of my pants, hoping it felt dry. I hoped it looked dry. I didn’t want to embarrass them. I knew if they were embarrassed, I’d really get it. “Mommy, that new girl is touching her bum with her hands,” the little girl told on me. I couldn’t help it. I was so scared and nervous now. I stopped and looked down, waiting for her to slap me for drawing attention to my shame in public. She came looming up before me. I put my arms up to guard my face. She reached around my body on both sides. I stiffened, and as I did, I drizzled pee into my diaper. The lady picked me up and she carried me. I had no choice. She was bigger. I dared not to yell at her to put me down. I didn’t want her to throw me to the ground. I could only stiffen as she pulled me to her, my face pushed against her bosom. She smelled like lavenders and her hair was fresh. She asked me to shush, but she did it differently than the last woman would have done. She didn’t touch my nose in a way that it would hurt. She didn’t sharply shush at me. She swayed with me, and she made the shushing sound, but it was a softer whisper-like noise. It was almost soothing. I couldn’t help myself. The rest of the pee was now in my diaper. I felt it leaking down my legs and collecting on my butt. She had me in her arms. I was wetting on her. She was going to find out. She was going to be disgusted and throw me any minute. The woman walked up near the man. “She’s wet,” the woman whispered to the man as they walked through the doors. “I’m afraid she’s getting me wet, too. Can you get my extra shirt out of the car once you get April settled, and bring it to the bathroom. I have to change our little daughter.” “Sure honey,” he said. He whispered. He didn’t yell, he didn’t glare at me. He didn’t even touch me with his hands. He leaned in and kissed my head. I had never felt someone do that when I was so disgusting before. He smiled at me when I looked up, like he… like he… I don’t know how to describe it. He wasn’t mad at all! Looking up at the woman, she wasn’t mad either. She was rocking me, and she took me right to the bathroom while the man and April sat down in the waiting area. The woman, whose name was Bridget, took me into a stall, before she sat me on my feet. She wiped my face with her hand, and whispered. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. Accidents happen.” I looked up at her and she smiled at me. “It’s okay, sweetheart. We were told last week that you have toileting problems. We are not going to get mad over a little problem that can be fixed. She must have realized I was looking at the wetness on her shirt, the place I had peed on her. “This?” she asked as she touched her shirt where I peed on her. “It’s nothing. Your new daddy is going to get mommy a clean shirt as soon as he gets April a table, and then it will be like nothing happened.” She had lovely green eyes, freckles that made her less perfect than a model, but down to the earth approachable. She was soft, and when she touched me, she was gentle. She put her hands on my hips, or the sides of my sweatpants, actually, and pulled them down revealing a soaking wet diaper that had layer upon layer of padding inside it. I had put those pads inside, to try to absorb my pee as much as I could. I had one front layer in case it sort of went to the front a little bit, and then I had three layers between my legs and two layers on my butt, all made up of four pads. The woman gently pulled my diaper down. It was one of those panty-like diapers. I don’t know if it has a special name or not. Sometimes, I think I hear people say pull-ups, but I’m not sure if that is the real thing it is called. She saw how wet I was. I knew that she knew I had wet myself several times by now. It was so soaked. I waited for her to ask me if I was gross, if I liked peeing my pants, or if I was just too stupid…. “Oh, baby,” is what she said when she saw how wet I was. “How long have you been like this, honey?” Then she suddenly hugged me, and put her soft cheek against mine. Her arms were warm and welcoming. She worked around behind me, pulling my wet pants and my diaper all the way off of me. She rubbed my back, as she whispered in my ear. “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay. Mommy is going to check you more often.” I blushed. I didn’t expect her to be nice about it, and to take the blame for me leaking in my pants. It was my fault. I am the stupid one that should have told them I was wetting my pants earlier, even before they had come to pick me up. No one at that place where they got me really checked me. Why would they? I was ten years old. None of the other ten year olds were checked, were they? She helped me into a clean diaper, and she put less layers of pads on me. She only put two layers on me, one that came a little bit to the front, but not as far us as my other one I did for myself, and one that went all the way around my bottom. She hugged me after she had me in a diaper, but my pants were wet. There was a knock at the bathroom outside door. “You stay here a minute,” Bridget told me. “That will be daddy getting mommy a clean shirt. I’ll send him out for a clean pair of pants for you, honey.” The woman left me in the stall, where I stood, looking down, wondering why she wasn’t yelling at me, why she was so soft and so quiet to me, why she made me feel better after I peed on her. The woman came back smiling. “Well, it turns out daddy is a mind-reader,” she told me. “See? He got you a skirt from your things.” Like all of my things these days, it was dirty, stained, and had little holes in it, but mommy ignored that like everyone else did, and she slid it up my legs. She smiled at me. “We’ll get you some better things tomorrow,” she told me. “Daddy said all of your clothes were like this.” I nodded. I couldn’t deny that all my clothes were stained and had holes in them. That was just what you grew to accept after you’d been in the system for more than two years, even if you didn’t wet your pants like I did. Bridget changed her shirt, and then she took me by the hand, and we sat at the table. I was surprised to see that April was not eating yet. I looked up at Bridget and then I looked at Jack. Jack was the man that called himself daddy to me. “Well, now we are all at the table, we can order,” he turned and looked at April. The younger girl, by about a year, smiled and nodded. “Is Lauren all comfortable now?” she asked, her question much more sincere than bully-mocking like others had been. There was no sing-song to the question. Her face was serious as she looked over at me, as though to look in my eyes. I thought she was telling on me to get me in trouble when she told them I was touching my butt, but her face wasn’t disappointed at all, when she saw I wasn’t crying. She looked different. She looked like, she, really wanted me to be comfortable. I nodded at her. She smiled, and she looked at Jack. “I’ll have whatever Lauren has,” and she passed the menu to me. I stared at it. I couldn’t help my hand shaking as she presented the menu to me. I wasn’t allowed to touch the menu, ever, before. I accidentally didn’t take it in time, and it fell to the floor. “I’ll get it,” April said with a cheerful smile, and she dived under the table to get it. Bridget motioned for me, so I got up and went over and stood by her side as she put an arm around me, and she pointed out the stuff on the menu. “You can have anything you want,” she told me. I looked over at Jack, shaking. I couldn’t believe, that not only April, who might have been naive about how this really works with foster kids, but now, Bridget was telling me that I could pick stuff and showing me the menu with her arms practically around me, not in a threatening—going to choke me kind of way, but the way I’d imagined real mothers put their hands around their own daughters as they comforted them. Jack smiled and nodded as Bridget tried to draw my attention back to the menu. I stood there, shaking. My legs were tense. My arms were tense. Something was wrong. This is not how they were supposed to treat me. I wasn’t supposed to even see a menu. I was supposed to come out of the bathroom with a sore butt for wetting my pants, at the very least. I was supposed to be crying. I was supposed to be sorry that I embarrassed them. Bridget wasn’t supposed to be wearing a smile and a different shirt at the same time! Something was wrong. I couldn’t think. I just closed my eyes and pointed at something random. Mommy laughed, but it wasn’t mean. She shook her head and asked me: “Did you even see where you pointed?” I shrugged. “April, why don’t you order, honey. We’ll let Lauren eat what you pick. She’s too nervous to do it this time.” The younger girl smiled and nodded. She looked up at Jack. “Can I get dessert?” “Of course, you can, baby. But you know the rule. You eat regular food first, and then if you are still hungry, then you can order a dessert.” True to their words, they ordered two orders of what April asked for. I don’t really remember what it was, only that both April and I got the same thing. I felt like I was getting full. This was the first real filling meal I had had in a long time. Foster kids were supposed to get something simple, like a bowl of mashed potatoes, maybe a bowl of macaroni, and if I was good, maybe something in the mac like tuna. I started to slow down on eating, and April looked at me. “Daddy will get you get some dessert,” she told me. “I promise, he will. He always tells me the same rule, but I never finish my dinner, and he still gets it for me.” Jack laughed. “Wait, you know I will do that, do you?” he had a playful smile on his face. “You clever little goblin! Don’t tell me you order less than you can eat on purpose just so you can make sure you get dessert, too?” April shrugged. “Well, don’t all kids?” He laughed and looked at Bridget who laughed too. I looked down. I didn’t want to lie to them about what I could eat. He told me to finish my food. I tried to pick up another bite, but Bridget took my fork. “It’s alright, honey. You ate a lot. You can get dessert, too.” We must have sat there, a little while. April made a face at me, and I looked over at Bridget and Jack, but they smiled. They didn’t say anything about it. I didn’t know if April was making fun of me at first, but then she took me by the hands, and she showed me, as if teaching me, how to make the face she made. “Look at daddy, now,” she pointed at Jack. Jack smiled at me, and he stuck his tongue at me real quick. I looked at him for a minute. He was smiling. His eye had laugh lines in them, and he nodded at me. “That means it’s your turn to make another face at him,” April whispered to me, though as loud as she whispered I knew that Jack had to have heard. He seemed to pretend not to though. I felt a dark presence over me, and I shuttered. I wasn’t supposed to disrespect adults. I was not supposed to make faces at them. If he is having fun now, would he pay me back for being disrespectful? Suddenly, there was a hand on my shoulder. Bridget had come to my side of the table while I was looking down, and she picked me up from the chair and hugged me. “That’s enough for now,” she told April. Bridget sat in my chair and held me in her lap. “Lauren isn’t used to this kind of playing,” Bridget explained to April as she rubbed my thighs. “That’s why she’s stiff, with tears on her face, and she’s shaking?” April questioned. “Yes, baby. Lauren is scared.” “I’m sorry,” April told Lauren. “I didn’t mean to scare you. Daddy and me play like this all the time. Of course, I would never stick my tongue out at him seriously. He knows I’m just playing, that’s why it’s okay.” I looked over at April, who patted me on the leg nearest her. “Two chocolate cakes with a side of ice cream,” I heard Jack suddenly say, so I turned my head to see what he was doing. He was talking to the waitress. The misses wanted ice cream, and I’d just like a cream doughnut.” I turned my head and looked up at Bridget with a sting in my eye again. It wasn’t a scared or a sad sting. It was something I couldn’t explain because I never felt it before. But it caused my eyes to water and a tear went down my face. “Mommy, Lauren is crying,” April observed with her own face looking sad. “Did I do something to make her sad again?” “No, honey,” Bridget said putting an arm around April. “She’s just confused, and she might even be happy.” “People don’t cry when they are happy,” April said and in my experience, April was right. “Honey, sometimes, people cry when they have powerful feelings, even feelings of happiness or love.” April just looked down accepting her mother’s words, but I was curious if Bridget really believed that. Maybe she was just trying to make April feel better. Adults lied to kids all the time for different reasons, and I’ve seen parents lie to their real kids about a harsh truth, just to make them forget about the terrible thing they saw. Bridget turned me in her lap so I was facing the table when the desserts came, and she ate her ice cream around me, while she whispered and encouraged me to eat as much of the cake and ice cream as she could get me to eat. I looked at it at first, but shook my head. I wasn’t supposed to get cake and ice cream. That was a treat for someone’s real kids, not the foster kids. “We ordered this treat for you,” Bridget whispered in my ear. “No one is going to eat it but you. If you don’t eat it, it will just sit there, and then it will be wasted because someone else could have ordered it.” I looked up at her and then at Jack. He nodded. “That’s your cake, baby. Please, if you are still hungry, please eat it.” April took a fork of it, and I thought she was going to eat it, but she put it up by my mouth. “Eat,” she whispered. Another sting in my eyes, a sting that went down into my insides, a sting that I couldn’t explain, as the cake was pushed into my mouth, and I slowly closed my teeth over the sponge of chocolate and the fork rubbed my teeth as it was pulled out of my mouth, April smiling. I wasn’t really hungry anymore. I was neutral. I was satisfied. I could eat more though, and surprising myself, I ended up eating the whole cake, mom and April feeding it to me as I was just too stiff, and too shaky to hold the fork and spoon on my own. I would never have dreamed I’d ever eat cake again. The last time, I couldn’t remember exactly, but I saw another loving face looking at me at the time. I saw two people that I sometimes dreamed about, but knew I’d never see again. I don’t know for sure, but I think, they are memories of my real parents. I rubbed my watery nose on the lower arm sleeve of my sweatshirt. Bridget smiled at me, and she took a napkin, and she wiped my nose. She whispered in my ear. “Blow, honey.” I puffed my cheeks and blew and then looked up confused at her. “No, silly,” April was quick to speak up. “She means like this, and she took a napkin, and she blew her nose. I blushed. I should have known better. I really am stupid. Bridget smiled and got a clean napkin and she tried again, to which, I did what was expected. No one had ever blown my nose…. No, wait, maybe that was wrong. Maybe a long long time ago. Maybe the person in my dream had done it. I am not certain, but I somehow feel like it is something she would have done. “Take April to the bathroom,” Bridget told Jack. “I want to take Lauren and check her diaper again, just in case. We’ve been here a while.” He nodded. I didn’t realize we were there that long at all. But Bridget took me to the bathroom. She stood me in front of her while she went, and while she was going, she pulled my skirt and my diaper down. It felt dry. “Do you want to try on the potty?” she asked me. I had not heard it called a potty in a very long time. I nodded. I wanted to make her happy. She gave me cake, and she fed me so I was actually not hungry with tummy rumbles. I really wanted to make her happy. I was put on the toilet after she was done, and she stood there. I knew she expected me to do something. When others took me to the toilet, even a week ago, they made me sit there there until it came out, and they got mad when it didn’t come right away. I looked up nervously, but not because she might hit me, but because I didn’t want to make this nice lady mad at me at all. I concentrated, and pushed on my stomach. “Baby, what are you doing?” Bridget looked upset somehow. Her eyes were narrowed, but she was looking at me pushing on my stomach. “I’m going potty,” I told her through a grunt as I tried really hard to make my body behave. “I don’t know who told you to do that, but that’s not how you go potty,” Bridget told me. She picked me up off of the toilet. “You know what, I changed my mind. Don’t use the potty right now, baby.” I looked at her a little confused. “Just go in your pants if you can’t hold it for now. Mommy will try again later.” “Was I bad?” I asked stiffening. “No honey. I just don’t want you hurting yourself. You were not doing it naturally at all, and I am afraid you will hurt yourself if you push on yourself like that all the time.” “I can’t just go in my pants,” I whispered. “Because it’s embarrassing?” Bridget asked me. I looked down. “I know it’s embarrassing,” Bridget put a tender hand on my shoulder. “And I’ll let you sit on the toilet again to try, if you promise not to push your stomach like that.” I nodded. She sat me on the toilet again. She must have seen the look on my face or something, but she had more directions for me. “No, Lauren. Don’t force it like that, honey. If you need to go, it shouldn’t take that much effort to go. It should be as easy as when it comes out accidentally in your diaper, baby.” I nodded, and tried to stop myself forcing, then it felt like it was not going to come out. I shook, scared of not getting any out. I looked up at Bridget, and she smiled and prodded me off the toilet. “Honey, it’s alright. We can try when we get home, and if you are wet before we get home, then mommy can just change your pants.” I nodded and looking down, I let Bridget pull my panty-diaper up, and then she pulled my skirt into place before taking me out to wash my hands. She hugged me after we washed my hands, and then suddenly, I was being lifted into her arms, and we walked back to the car, where Jack discovered, I had wet on the seat earlier. It had leaked before I knew it had, but he was not mad at all. He told Bridget to wait a minute, and he got a plastic sheet from the back and put it on the seat. “That will keep her skirt dry,” he was speaking to Bridget, but he looked at me, too, with a little wink. “We don’t want to wet that cute little skirt of yours, do we?” I looked down at my stained skirt, and then back up at him. I wondered if he was joking, or if he really thought this skirt was cute. It was still a bit of a drive to get home. They must have driven over a thousand miles to come and pick me up! No one ever drove like that to get me before! If anything, someone took me to a closer place for the people to get me, and sometimes, even dropped me off at their door, but never ever had a foster family come so far to pick me up and take me to their house. I could see April falling asleep not long after we had gotten out of the restaurant. She had a smile on her lips, and the last thing she did, was move her lips, or at least the last thing I saw, and it looked like she said my name, though no sound came out. I drifted off a few moments later, and then I was in hell again!

Hi you can all call me Suzaku, I'm an Autistic Otaku and Occultist/Paranormal Investigator that wears diapers 24/7 and am also a little. My little age ranges between 2 and 5. My favorite music genres are doo wop & rockabilly, my favorite foods are anything asian or italian, and my favorite diapers are northshore megamaxes and ABU Alphagatorz/Lil Kings. Growing up I wore diapers until I was 5 or 6 and I had intermittent bed wetting issues until I was 12 so Goodnites were common for me until then. I have been an ABDL sine I was 10 to 12 years old and am now 27.

Great story ! And ending ! Really happy to see Jordan embrace his little side ! Really hope to see more of this story ! Especially o see how Jordan gonna react when he sees Derek taking care of another little, he gonna be jealous ?

I just loved the story.Thank you,.......of course more is better? Your diapered reader

Welcome

Daddy is taking me upstairs to get me into a sleeper and a diaper after dinner.

Chapter Fourteen Wendy's eyes went wide and panic filled her chest. That couldn't be right. Her Mistress had misspoken, hadn't she? Wendy pleaded with her eyes, unable to say a single thing, unable to ask a clarifying question, but Mistress Miff walked away without another word. She went over to the wall and pressed a different button. Then the contraption above Wendy whirred into action, tugging the elastic cords. Rhythmically, the cords were given slack and tightened again, bouncing Wendy up and down like a baby in a bouncer. The first tug upwards was disconcerting; like a rollercoaster click-click-clicking up a wooden incline. Up. And down. The second was discomforting, and the way the cords pulled and jostled her meant that the rhythm wasn't even predictable; she couldn't anticipate it. In another context, with oodles of praise marinating in her brain, the bouncer might have been the most wonderful place in the entire world. Today, it was Wendy's own private hell. Each jostle up was firm and each drop down was sharp. Wendy's stomach twisted and spasmed and she whimpered behind her pacifier. She shook her head in denial. When the bouncer pulled up, it pulled roughly against her diapers, along the seat of her padded bottom and against the thickness between her thighs. When the bouncer dropped down, it shocked all her muscles, reverberating through her bones like the vibrations of a xylophone. Wendy never stood a chance. Within only a minute or two, the bouncing tore through her, mind and body alike. She failed to hold her enema in, and she failed to make her Mistress proud. She failed to keep her diapers clean, and she failed at the most basic of instructions. Like a broken dam, the water rushed from inside her tummy, just as it poured from her eyes. It wasn't a gentle, familiar push that filled her diaper, but a torrent, a flood, and endless deluge that soaked through one diaper, and then the next. It showed so clearly inside of her clear plastic panties that the only modicum of modesty she had left was provided by the baby bouncer itself. The bouncer continued to pull her up and drop her down, smooshing her over and over into her full, soggy, stinky diapers. Each upward moment was unbearable dread, and each drop was an agonizing reminder: she had failed. She never deserved to get praise again. She was an ungrateful, useless, helpless, dumb little baby girl. Her head was more of a mess than her diaper. The bouncer never stopped. It dropped her down onto her toes and pulled her up again. It became automatic for Wendy to move along with it, pushing ever so slightly with her legs and catching herself ever so slightly on her feet. The squish of the messy diaper added to the rhythm. Tug. Squish. Fall. Squish. The air around Wendy was stinky and thick and she couldn't catch her breath. Tears spilled down her cheeks in endless rivulets, dripping onto the guard of her pacifier. She could taste salt on the bulb. She sucked it for comfort, but it gave her none. Panic rose inside her with every tug of the cords, every squish of her diaper. Panic spread with every ounce of slack, every plop into her soggy padding. She grabbed onto the cords with her hands as tight as she could, trying to make it stop. Not the shame or the humiliation; she had earned those. Not the bouncer's rhythmic motion, because it may have been the only calming part about the whole experience. But she wanted to stop being herself. She wanted to stop being disobedient. She wanted to stop being the worst little girl in the world. Wendy had no concept of time in that bouncer. The two adults on the mats had gone back to sleep, and it felt like the sun could come up at any minute. There were no windows in the daycare - the sun could have already been up! A woman in a blue smock changed the diapers of both students on the floor without even waking them up, and Wendy stared on longingly. She would have given anything for a diaper change. It could have been one hour or five when Mistress Miff returned. She took one look at the dangling girl in the bouncer, unable to even hold her own weight up anymore, and sighed. "You truly are a disappointment, Wendy." Wendy didn't feel any worse from her statement. There was no hope of feeling worse. Wendy wanted to die. She wanted to wrap the cord of the bouncer around her neck and leave the world a better place. But she couldn't do that either. She was so incapable. Then, unexpectedly, Wendy was offered a glimmer of hope. "Though I suppose," the woman sighed, "you aren't a lost cause. You just need to work harder." Wendy didn't even know how to respond, because Wendy didn't even feel like she could be Wendy anymore. If she was her, she could be disobedient, she could do the wrong thing. The dolls on the floor, the toys the others played with? They could do no wrong. Wendy, too, wanted to do no more. She'd be a doll, she'd be a toy, she'd be anything Mistress tasked her to be - it was no longer her choice. She was broken, compliant, helpless, and empty. One faraway part of herself begged for Mistress to fill her with purpose. So she nodded her head exhaustedly. Mistress Miff turned off the bouncer with a button on the wall, but she didn't let Wendy down. She went back to the girl, plucked the pacifier from between her lips, and tilted her head by the chin. She leaned in, softly, gently, and kissed Wendy once on the lips. It felt so foreign to Wendy. Not just kissing another girl, but kissing in general. She could barely remember the last person she kissed: maybe her boyfriend? How long ago was that? Months, at least. The strange, simple act seemed to breathe new life into Wendy. Purpose? "You'll make me proud," the Mistress said, "because you don't have a choice." Wendy nodded. That was the closest thing to praise she would get from that woman, and she was willing to hold onto it tighter than anything else in the whole world. Hours later, after getting cleaned up, after dressing in a fresh diaper, after more lashes on her thighs than she could count, Wendy was dressed to leave. She never said another word after her pacifier was removed, because she was never given explicit permission, not even when she was caned. She was a new girl now, a better girl. A good girl. Wendy would never do anything wrong ever again. When Wendy stepped out of the daycare, the sun was just starting to assert itself against the night sky. Everything was a hue of unsaturated blue, preparing for the coming day. Classes would start in only a few hours, and Wendy was so tired. On her way back from the daycare, she stopped at the music room. It was on the way. But a moment later, she shook her head and walked onward. No, she was a new girl. A better girl. A good girl. On her way back to the dorm rooms, Wendy glanced at the wall of stickers. She wasn't in the lead; she was nowhere near it. But she needed to work harder if she wanted to come close. Then Wendy remembered the sticker in her pocket, the one she was going to give to the Ghost. She hurried over to the sticker board and reached into the pocket of her pajamas. She pulled out the sticker, but it didn't look right. There was no red color. Wendy stepped back into the courtyard, under the light of the dimming moon, and looked at the scrap of paper. It was one of the sticker wax papers, the kind that aren't sticky so you can peel the sticker off. Actually, it was the same wax paper from her red sticker, but the red sticker was nowhere to be seen. Wendy flipped the paper over, to the side that wasn't wax, and found two words written in black ink. 'Thank you'

That actually sounds like a good idea. I'm not going to do it though because of family, even though I could probably get away with it. LOL!??? But you're right buddy, I'll still have my diapers with me. Like I always say, I'm a BABY at heart!♥️ And that's what matters the MOST!????♥️??????

I don't know, I'll probably just be doing what I always do. Talking to you guys and watching TV and playing video games!?? I've ALREADY got a head start on my New Year's resolution, so that's good! As long as I'm with you guys that's just perfect for me. You guys are the BEST!♥️?

Chapter 10: Intimacy -Nia- Infernum Infantem – LittleFallenPrincess “We do all kinds, sweetpea.” Vic responded. ‘That’s not an answer… why is she being so vague?’ I thought to myself as I squirmed about in this restricting pantsuit. ‘Why the hell do humans wear this crap? They have much more comfortable clothing available!’ “Like what?” I asked her, desperate to know more about her life and this company. If she was being shady for a reason, I wanted… no, needed to know. “Well when I started it up earlier in my life, we were a small law…” “No… please don’t say it…” I sighed. “We’re… a law firm.” “Great, so I won’t be able to make any deals here…” I laughed. “Huh?” “Lawyers… they’re soulless…” I nudged her, jokingly… But at that point my joke had fallen flat on its arse. “...I’m sorry, Nia. That would be funny if I hadn’t heard every lawyer joke that ever existed.” Vic said, rolling her eyes at me. “Fine. Just give me time. I’ll make up one you haven’t heard.” “You do that sweetie, and get back to me.” She said, winking at me, making my legs feel like jelly again. “So… you’re a lawyer?” I asked, wanting to find out more about her. “Solicitor. This is England, sweetpea. And I no longer practice. I own the company, and see to the big picture, and occasionally oversee cases. But I don’t take on any clients myself.” “So you own this whole building, and all the lawyers… sorry, solicitors… work for you?” “Yes petal. Most of the time my most trusted employees can keep the business running whilst I attend to my… extracurricular activities.” “You mean summoning demons and teasing them?” I grinned. “Exactly.” She grinned back. “And you get a boatload of money for doing nothing?” “Thanks to a lot of hard work early on in my life, some wise investments, as well as a bit of help from the occult… yes.” “Sounds fun. And even better, you keep your soul at the end of it…” “Again? It's basically the same joke…” She sighed at me this time. “Hey, I’ll come up with a good one eventually!” I whined. The rest of the day crawled along. It was mostly just Victoria signing things and meeting with employees regarding cases they were working on. I sat at the back of her personal office, quiet as a mouse, listening intently as I watched this strong, confident woman run her well oiled machine. I must have been in a bit of a trance, as the sound of clicking brought me back to the present. Looking up, Victoria was looking at me, snapping her fingers. “You okay sweetie? Still in there?” “Yeah… why?” “You were gone a long time in that little head of yours…” “I was? What time is it?” “Nearly time for us to go.” “Wait, seriously?” My eyes widened in surprise. “Yeah. Now… My assistant made reservations for us.” “Reservations?” I asked, confused. “You know… our dinner date.” “D… d… date?” I asked, followed by an audible gulp that filled the room. “Unless you don’t want to?” “I… but… umm…” “What’s up, Nia?” “You mean… a date date? A proper date? You. Me. Dinner. Flirting. Talking?” “I thought that was obvious?” “BUT WHY? WHY ME?” I blurted out without meaning to. “Because you’re cute, you’re funny, and I like spending time with you.” “I mean… but… I… umm…” Normally I was this terrifying demon, one who could torture the souls of the damned, make them beg and plead me to stop, dominate even the unruliest of souls. But around her… I was a kitten. A timid little kitten who wanted nothing more than to kiss those soft lips of hers… Maybe it was my nature. Maybe it’s because I’m hungry. I haven’t fed in a while. Not since Hell. Maybe that’s why I’m weak around her, and why my lust for her is so strong. That must be it! I’m just hungry. Maybe after I feed later… I’ll stop being so weak and pathetic and… like a lovesick puppy. “Well?” “Sure…” I responded. I needed to feed, and this was my best opportunity. “Good, I’ve got a car picking us up in 10 minutes.” “10 minutes? Really?” “Yes sweetie. Now come on, let’s get going.” I don’t know what sick mind games this woman was playing on me, but she was deathly silent the entire journey. All the way to the restaurant, the gorgeous woman beside me, in the back of this luxurious car, as we were chauffeured across town towards our destination… said nothing. Occasionally she’d glance over at me and smile. But I was no better. I tried to open my mouth to break the awkward silence, but I… I couldn’t. I was too nervous. Which is still a new thing to me. “We’re here, Ma’am.” Said the driver. “Thank you.” She replied before turning to me. “Shall we?” I nodded and opened the car door, stepping out and closing it behind me. As I turned around, I saw the cutest little Italian restaurant. I don’t know what I was expecting from a woman as wealthy and sophisticated as her… but this wasn’t it. “This place… this place is special to me.” “Have… have you ever brought someone here before?” I asked, genuinely interested. As if I felt… jealous? Eww. I’m not supposed to feel jealous. I’m a damn demon! But this… this felt just like it. “Only one person.” Vic replied. “Who was that?” “Someone special to me.” I didn’t know whether to feel jealous that there was someone else special to her out there, or feel happy that I was apparently special enough to bring to this sacred place of hers. “Where is he? Or she.” I asked, worried I was prying a bit too much into her past too quickly. “She’s gone.” She said, with no life in her voice. “Where?” “Come on, let’s go in, otherwise we’ll be late.” “I…” Stopping before I could ask more about this mystery woman, I figured maybe now wasn’t the best time to dig up her dark past. I skipped quickly to catch up to her as she walked in, taking hold of her hand and gripping tightly as we walked into the quaint little restaurant. “Table for Delacroix.” Victoria announced to the waiter who briskly walked past. “Oh Miss Delacroix, it’s been a while! We missed you. Come in, please, your usual table is waiting for you.” He replied, indicating the way with his hands before returning to serving other customers. “Come along Nia, you’ll love the food here.” After the waiter took our order and we had settled down in this cosy authentic Italian restaurant, and after taking a few sips of the expensive wine Victoria had ordered for us both, I made my move. “So… this person who you brought here…” I tried working my way towards finding out what her secret was, despite the voice inside my head telling me it was a bad idea. “Nia, please… not now. Maybe I’ll tell you another time.” Victoria responded, the tone of her voice implying that she wasn’t going to budge on this topic. Not right now at least. “Okay, but you promise you will?” “I promise. Just… let’s enjoy our food. Now we’ve ordered it won’t be long.” “Okay then… what else do we talk about?” “How about… why did you want to stay?” She asked, placing her arms on the table and cupping her chin with her hands. “I… Um… so this place huh? It’s nice!” I replied, quickly dodging the question. And so smoothly too… “It’s a place I visited in my youth. It’s special to me. Now… back to my question. Why did you want to stay, sweetie?” “I don’t know… I just… I… I like it here. I like… you.” Victoria’s hand crept across the gingham tablecloth on this small table for two, making its way to mine as it rested in front of me. She grasped mine with hers and looked me in the eyes. “I like you too.” My heart went all fluttery again, as did my tummy. I hated this feeling! I shouldn’t be feeling it! But… this… ugh! I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to pounce over the table and rip her clothes off. I was so hungry, I needed to feed, and being around her made me want to feed more than ever. As if I had been starved for a hundred years. She was so… beautiful… powerful… and so fucking hot! But I kept myself restrained. Maybe I could drain a bit later from her. If things go well. I won’t need to feed fully. If she keeps that smile up though… the one that is begging me to kiss it… I may not be able to control myself. As promised, the food was delicious. The setting was cosy, romantic… it was perfect. And the company… well she was even more perfect. Victoria talked about her job, her love of movies, her Mansion, even her interest in video games… which I was not expecting. I talked about my time in Hell, my brief visits to Earth in the past, but mostly my own love of video games. We talked for hours, even after finishing our food. She must have some relationship with the owners, or she was paying them a lot, because we got to keep our table all night, even after the other customers had all finished eating and the restaurant was empty. “So…” Victoria said, looking around the empty restaurant, the sound of cleaning in the kitchen being the only audible noise. “So…” I said back to her. “Home?” She asked. “I… don’t want this to end.” “I never said it should end. Just… we should get going.” “Lead the way then…” I said, smiling at her, my demanding hunger overwhelming me at this point. We got back to her estate shortly after dark. Pulling up outside the Mansion, I felt hungrier than ever. No amount of human food could satisfy me. And with her within reach… my pulse raced and I bit my lip in anticipation. Sitting there in the car, the engine had gone quiet and we were left in silence. The small light in the car illuminated her beautiful face. “So… we could call it a night here… or maybe go and watch something…” She suggested, acting coyly. But I just looked at her like a tiger ready to pounce on its next meal. “How about…” Before she could finish, I flung myself over the armrest of her car and grabbed her head with both hands. Thrusting my lips forward, they quickly found their way to hers and I let myself go. All my inhibitions were gone, all the skirting about our feelings was a thing of the past as I kissed her soft, sultry lips. She didn’t fight back, she didn’t resist. Just like my usual victims. She pressed forward, putting her hands on my waist, kissing me passionately. Passion overwhelmed us both as I moved my lips to her neck, Victoria moving her hands into my jacket, undoing the buttons on the blouse I was wearing. “Wait…” She said, breaking contact quickly and pulling back. …Something no one has ever been able to do before. “What? Is something wrong?” I asked, confused and horny as Hell. “Not here. Bedroom. Now.” “Don’t need to ask me twice…” I grinned. She pushed my naked body against her bedroom door, pinning my hands above my head with hers, kissing my neck and my shoulders softly. I moaned with pleasure as I felt trickles of her life force drain into me. “Oh Nia… you… I… I need you…” She moaned into my neck, grabbing both my wrists and pulling them back down, before spinning me around and throwing me onto her bed. “Come and get me then…” I growled at her, admiring her slender figure and attractive, naked body. The only thing she was wearing was that fancy jewellery of hers. “Gladly…” And as she straddled me, kissing me all over my chest, the glamour Beatrice had cast on me earlier began to wear off. Patches of red skin started emerging on me, my horns returned as did my tail. My anxiety began rising, worried that this would scare her off. Even though I knew… My prey can’t resist me, no matter what I look like. “Oh baby…” She said as she exhaled, before resuming her work on my chest with her lips. My forked tail wrapped itself around her leg, which just made her even more passionate… more… eager. Wrapping my legs around her waist, she responded by kissing my lips, looking me straight in the eyes. “You… are the most beautiful creature in the whole world…” She said, sounding out of breath. I was used to this. Whenever I’d feed I’d hear all these things… because they genuinely felt this way. It’s because of what I am. What I do. They can’t resist me. “And you are the most beautiful human I have ever met.” I replied, kissing her lips once again, feeling the life force flow out of her mouth and into mine. “I really didn’t want to have to do this… but… I can’t help it…” “Help what?” She asked, between kisses. “This…” I thrust myself forwards, kissing her and wrapping my naked body around hers, absorbing as much life force as I could. I was so hungry. I couldn’t help it. I needed this. I didn’t want to do this. I liked her too much. But I needed to feed. “OHHHHHHHHHH” She screamed out in ecstasy. “I’m sorry Victoria…” I whispered into her ear as I fed from her. I lay there on the bed, exhausted but feeling satiated after feeding. But unlike previous times, where I’d feel nothing but content… now I felt… guilty… empty. I had used her up like she was a fucking juice box. Drained her life force from her just to feed myself. I liked this woman. She made me feel… something. Which is a miracle, as I haven’t felt anything like that in… well… ever. She was a miracle herself, as well as an enigma. And I genuinely wanted to spend more time with her. But I needed to feed. I needed to. I couldn’t control it. I… didn’t want to… A tear rolled down my cheek as the lifeless body of the woman I actually felt something for lay next to me, completely drained. “What… what have I done?” I said out loud to myself, that singular tear turning into a full-on sob fest. A large gasp filled the air, as if someone just awoke from nearly drowning. Turning to the source of it, I saw Victoria shoot up, sitting up naked on the bed next to me. “But… WHAT? HOW?” I cried out. This had NEVER happened before with any of my meals. “So…” She took a deep breath, trying to gather her wits about her. She shook her head and I watched as her naked chest rose and fell repeatedly as she tried to gather her senses. “So?” “So… you’re a succubus then?” She grinned at me. ========================================================== ?‍❤️‍?‍???️‍?❤️? Hope you all had a good festive period and have a Happy New Year! I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! Don't forget, the next 4 chapters of Regression Echo and the next 2 chapters of Infernum Infantem are available on my Patreon which can be found here if you go for the second tier. You get two weeks early access to chapters of Regression Echo and Infernum Infantem. New chapters of Regression Echo every Wednesday/Sunday! New chapter of Infernum Infantem every Friday! Also just a quick note: I don't mind people saving this story for personal reading. But I'd appreciate it if people didn't post it elsewhere, even if you're just suggesting it to other people. If you want to show others, please send them a link to the first page of this post! Thanks!

This post looks long but hear me out.. I know I’m not the first to keep a journal, and I’m sure I won’t be the last, but I have and do appreciate those who share their knowledge and their findings with their own journeys. Reading other people’s journals might not be for everyone, but for some they do help! This first post will certainly be the longest one, but my goal is to give much smaller progress updates at a regular interval with any tips/tricks/information that I discover that are at least working or not working for me, so others can have another perspective on any similar (or not) journey they may want to take. My personal twist to these entries is that I’m fighting years (a couple of decades actually) of “strong potty training” due to struggling for years (about 2 full decades) with chronic constipation, which is a medical experience I wouldn’t wish on anyone, in hopes that it might reach another person in whatever journey they are on, diapers or not. As mentioned, a lot of people have come and gone with their own journeys, to whichever extent they want, and some have been kind enough to provide insight to the community via their own journals, but it was in a thread that @Beccathelittle started for her 24/7 journey where she said that "... I'm certainly not going to let diapers impede what I want to do" that gave me a different perspective. I admire and appreciated hearing that because that’s exactly what I feel has been stopping me for years, despite all of the self-affirmation, 24/7 attempts, and all of the guides saying that “your lifestyle will change”, which it will to some extent. It doesn’t have to COMPLETELY get in the way of how you’re living life. Getting to hear a community member pro-actively not let their life change and to hear about how they’re doing it reminded me of all the other things in life that I didn't and don't have control over. Then and now it's "I’ll just figure it out" and came up with solutions for whatever life wanted to throw my way. We all have those moments in life, and while this lifestyle change may be self-inflicted, I plan on applying that same logic here. Bedwetting is something that I have been trying to do actively/semi-actively since 2018, and despite the longevity, I have gained only minimal ground if I’m truly being honest. The hard parts had been consistency with water intake and intention to wet while lying in bed without the use of tools such as being on my phone or watching TV. Often times too, I'll give up on being uncomfortable and stand up to release the pressure. I'm starting to learn how much "damage" holding it in has done to my bladder and continence in general. Accepting that I am, despite current ability, a bedwetter has been another true blocker. During 2020, I had gone 24/7 for around 6 months, which is another story for another time, but my commitment was to #1s but not #2s, so I was fighting conflicting areas of “control”. During that run I also learned and experienced many of the different situations in which incontinent people find themselves and I feel I was fairly successful at navigating most those situations. At no point had anything ever come up with family, friends, or strangers, even during nights where I or my partner and I slept at hotels or family’s houses. All that being said, I couldn’t say exactly what led me to stop 24/7, but I still continued trying to become a bedwetter. I regret not committing more completely to using diapers during the 24/7 run, but it seems that I mentally still wasn’t ready to go full-in to any extent. Hindsight being 20-20, I realize now a lot of that was because there are things I still want to do with my life that would be altered to some extent if I became a bedwetter. What I didn’t even try to account for then was how much or how little that alteration may be. Subconsciously not wanting bedwetting to “impede” parts of my life, is exactly the opposite of what Becca had committed to in her journey. I’ve read it a multitude of times from different people in different applications, but like most things in life, it’s mostly mental. On to the goal: become a nighttime bedwetter that has no idea they’re wetting at night. Hopefully in 1 years time. Desired by a lot, achieved by many. Knowing that it will likely take longer than a year considering the obstacles I’ve listed, having a new internal motto of “I’ll figure it out” I’m ready to stop chasing the horse and finally jump on it. I’ve appreciated all the individuals who have written journals on their own journeys throughout the years, so my goal is to do the same for others in hopes someone picks up even a tiny piece information that may help themselves in whichever way it needs to. Despite today being December 29th I actually secretly started a few days earlier back on the 15th, but have been working on my goals and plans which I wanted to commit to by January 1st making 2023, my first full year of being a bedwetter! If you’ve made it this far, thank you for reading! Though I am keeping a daily private journal, I plan on updating this post at least once a month with the highlights and findings. Still happy to answer questions as they come. Also another thank you to all of those who help keep this diaper community alive and this subculture within it alive too with content and support!

I’m in a Tye dye Megamax with 3 boosters

Hi Jazz, please don’t take this personally but I had a hard time following your post. Clearly you put a lot of time into writing this. However I’m not even sure what points you are trying to convey. There are a lot of run-on sentences that include details irrelevant to the paragraph. You touch on themes ranging from why you want to wear diapers, having diaper dreams, preferred brand of diapers, hypnosis, gender expression, increased frequency, having accidents, being sick, and ambivalence about going 24/7. Can you concisely summarize the salient points? Again I want to emphasize that my feedback comes from a place of compassion.

I've loved this story since the begging and have followed it wishing it were me. Happy New Year wishing you the best always. ?

Triceratops or stegosaurus! Gimme a beefy lil spikey quadruped!

I remember going to Blockbuster every Friday. My brother and I would each pick out our own movie to watch and we were so excited when we were old enough to be allowed to pick out a horror movie too. My brother went through their entire pro wrestling section and I loved the animated films. Such fond memories.

hi all, I've been writing abdl stories privately since i was young, this year i have decided to put myself out there. my writing is admittedly amateur e at best, but i like sharing scenarios i find cute.this is a story i wrote last year, and want to continue it this year. feel free to write feedback, i love feedback. pov: third person, my writing style is unique i think, i really aim to write a story that can be read as though we are sitting around a campfire sharing stories characters Jamie 7.5yo, in diapers, needs constant supervision. doesn't mind being babied by mummy. is autistic, but no one ever told him. mummy thinks he doesn't need to know, until he begins to question the differences he has with the other little boys and girls. Ashley 15, Jamies big sister, typical teenager, loves reading gossip magazines, hanging with friends. is difficult to separate from her phone. she loves her brother very deeply, but is sometimes annoyed that she has to help look after Jamie, when she could be out getting into rebellious mischief. "don't forget, Jamie's bed time is 6 o'clock, i made some macaroni and chicken nuggets on the bench, all you have to do is heat it up" "will do mum, have fun at the convention" Ashley responds with a warm smile, and a hug goodbye "Jamie sweetie, come here.." "Mummmmy!" the little boy, dressed only in his Pokemon t shirt and pristine while diaper comes racing towards his mummy "mummy's going out tonight, I'll be back tomorrow morning. i need you to be a good boy for Ashley, can you be a good boy for Ashley?" "yes mummy, i'm a good boy" he looks back up to his mum with a wide smile, unintentionally looking adorable in the process. "i know you are a good boy sweetie" she playfully ruffles his hair *honk,honk* carpool is here "I've got to go, they're here" she grabs her purse and heads for the door, but not before giving Jamie a kiss and a hug goodbye, the last time she left without giving him a kiss, he threw a tantrum, one that lasted until she came back, she will not be repeating her mistake. Jamie wipes off his mothers kiss with his forearm, while normally, Jamie loves cuddles and smooches from mummy, this time, her kiss left a sticky residue, a residue of lipstick, that mummy Klara had purchased specifically for this occasion. "yucky!" he exclaims, once he has decided that the lipstick has been completely removed. *door slams* "finally, she's gone" Ashley breathes a sigh of relief she looks to Jamie, still in his t shirt, that was riding up his body, leaving his lower tummy exposed, and diaper. "i'm going to have to change diapers tonight, wont i" she grimaces, not overly enthusiastic with the idea *ding,ding* it's a text message! -Tara hey, is your mum gone yet? -Ashley "she just left, you can come now" "bring snacks" while normally, mummy Klara doesn't allow sleepovers, as Ashley and company stays up to the early hours of the morning, making a ruckus and keeping her up in the process, tonight, mum's not here, and her and Tara had planned for Tara to be gone before her mother returns she looks back to Jamie "so buddy, what do you want to do tonight? do you want to watch spider man or paw patrol?" she gives him the option of two very quiet, minimal effort activities. in hopes that tonight she can just sit him in front of the TV, and keep an ear on him while her guest stays over "pokemon!" "okay then little bro, lets go watch some pokemon" she knows very little about pokemon, only that it's a cartoon and she's too old for cartoons. still, she knows exactly where the DVD is, Jamie has a tendency to watch it on repeat she picks him up, sets him on the couch. and puts the dvd in the player, and waits for her friend to arrive pokemon intro: "im gonna be the very best, that no one ever was. to catch them is my real test, to train them is my cause" "pokemon!" Jamie couldn't help himself but sing along "tonight is going to be easy" Ashley thinks to herself *ding,ding* -Tara I’m out front Ashley makes her way to the door, to let her friend in, little did she know, her and Tara will be taken on an emotional journey as the night unfolds follow us next time, Tara and Ashley will learn that looking after a little boy is more involved than they had hoped, there may even be a diaper change involved (tehehe)

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I have not done that. I film all solo content, but I could do something along those lines and then speak to the camera is if you/they were the little. They have put so many rules and such on our industry that I know they would never let me do the whole "kidnapping" thing....but... I can kind of work around it, know what I mean oh wow ! That is so cool. I have never met a little in real life except for last year at FetishCon. We did a few minutes on stage I love it. It was actually a husband and wife couple ! I paddles their diaper butts for misbehaving..... so much fun !!!! Would you mind if I made a clip kind of along the lines of what you just told me ? Maybe like "Regressed by my Girlfriend"?

How many of us are going to be padded? Does wearing a diaper count as dressing as Baby New Year? ?

I don't know I'm not too good with dinosaur names. I just LOVE dinosaurs in general.???♥️??????????

Not doing anything but chilling at home. Watching Twilight Zone marathon, maybe a movie, and making hamburgers for dinner, and maybe some nice junk food for snacks. Then, watch the ball drop in Times Square, best seat in my house, center of the tv. HAPPY NEW YEAR ?

Staying home tonight. I'm fixing turkey & noodles for supper. Later on a friend of ours is dropping by for a visit & maybe some board games like Scrabble.

I think it's just something that's always been with me. I've always wanted to be back in diapers for as long as I can remember. I used to believe it was trauma based, but upon reflection, I recall a desire even before the trauma (although it was kicked into high gear following it.) It was also nonsexual before it became sexual, but is now a mix of both. I guess I'm just complicated lol.

I've been wearing diapers out in public for over 40 years, but I don't wear 24/7 and usually wear mostly when I go out of town shopping or running errands (sometimes at home and thick diapers on vacation). I can't say 100% for sure no one has noticed them, but if anyone has no one has ever said a word to me about it. Of course, gmcchamp99 has been wearing for 25 years, making him only age 7 when he started if his posted age is correct. People may notice an older child wearing diapers more than a grown adult, and since he lists himself as incontinent I expect he wears something 24/7/365. Even though I have been wearing 40+ years to his 25 years, I'm sure he beats me on overall diaper wearing in public 10 fold or more.

Hi again!! I hope you enjoyed the last chapter. I did a few revisions to it: changed up some of the events and some of the language so give it a reread if you'd like (if you've read it already! I think it's wayyyyy better written than the first iteration ^-^). I'm going to try to edit before I upload from now on, so the chapters may not come as fast because of that (I really wanted to upload the story because otherwise I would have just been frozen! But I feel more confident now also woah I didn't know the smileyfaces turned into actual emojis haha). This chapter is shorter, acting as a bridge between the more ~fun~ stuff I have in mind. Next chapter should be way longer! I hope you enjoy this chapter, enjoyed the first chapter, and will enjoy future ones :)) night night !! ❤️❤️❤️ Chapter 2 “That’s so cute!” Riley blurted. She had to interject–Sonia had been going in circles for the last few minutes. She was a stuttering, blushy mess, oscillating between calm and fear. Her adrenaline could only get her so far, and she was wasting it trying to defend her life to an unarmed ally. “Sonia, don’t think you have to justify yourself to me. Just this being something of interest to you is enough for me to support it. I want to support you, after all. Please, as much as I like to poke fun at you for being embarrassed…don’t be. Take all the time you need, but make sure you breathe! We can’t discuss this if you pass out, you know,” Riley swooped Sonia’s platinum blonde bang from her forehead, warmly. At this point, Sonia had curled up kind of like a kitten beside Riley. She draped her knees on Riley’s right thigh, leaning her body against hers and her head upon her chest. Upon hearing her words, she tilted her head a tad down left in quiet contemplation. “Sorry,” Riley continued. “I know it’s hard. I want you to feel comfortable telling me, not like you have to fight for my acceptance. You mean the world to me, Sonia.” “You have nothing to apologize for.” She sniffled. “Oh, baby, I didn’t mean to make you cry,” she lifted her with a fair amount of ease, cradling her on her lap. Sonia rested her crimson face into the nook of her shoulder; she was too tired to properly react to her blush. “No……I don’t know how to explain it, Riley…” She spoke softly, her vocal chords drained of fight and blood. Riley kept quiet through her pauses, perceiving understanding the heat from her love’s burning body. “This is a part of me that I’ve lost friends over…That I’ve lost a partner over…….It’s a part of me I see scorned, my family scorns, I scorn……And you just…you’re just…” Tears welled up in her eyes, slightly jostled by Riley moving to respond. “You’re just accepting it with the most grace, and kindness, and love I’ve ever seen and felt.” She preempted Riley’s response, with tears and a tighter hug following suit. Both were keenly aware of the immense radiation of love flaring up from the both of them, given their inability to physically show it anymore. Riley planted a kiss on her forehead, then tilled her fingers across her scalp. “My sweet baby…I love you so much. I love you so, so much.” “I love you too, m-Riley…” Sonia’s brain was fried–she had no defense for her slip-up. Riley did not press the attack. “Can I see it? When you’re ready to get up, of course.”

First, you must learn to trust your diaper. If you need help, get some kind of bed pad. Second, if laying on you back, make sure Mr. Happy is pointing down between your legs. The middle and bottom bulk should catch it all. Third, if on your stomach, lift slightly off the bed to give it room to flow. Most of the time, the top and middle portions of the diaper should catch the flow. Once you know the diaper will hold, you'll be in a much better place. You may get to the point like me where you don't care anymore. The pad works great.

I thought for a long time that I didn't belong here either. Because I don't follow the whole 24/7 or bedwetting program. But OAB is what I wish for, a bit of control but sometimes not making it to the bathroom in time. Knowing that I can't hold out much longer having to wear diapers for these situations. Simply not being able or having to control everything anymore, but not giving up everything.

@DAQ in simple terms, you are trying to revert to same bladder and bowel voiding behaviour you had as a baby. That was a habit that toilet training taught you to break - and as with all habits, you are an ex-baby. This is an advantage and a disadvantage - the advantage is that your mind already knows how to ues a diaper exclusively, but the disadvantage is that your mind also knows the benifits of a toilet as opposed to a diaper. Toilets, when you use them (well most of them) do not leak and make you uncomfortable. Diapers, at times, leak, and a messy one can make you uncomfortable if it is not changed before a rash develops. As a result, you, like @MLDK and others that are wanting to revert to exclusive autonomic diaper usage, it is not the body or your conscious you need to convince - it is your subconscious mind - the one that controls all the muscles in relation to voiding. Increasing the quantity of water you drink helps, but what also helps is you trusting in your diaper. A baby does not care what is in its diaper - it is the parent / guardian that takes care of it for the baby. A baby also does not know that a toilet exists, and has been trained to use its diaper from birth. In relation to that training, a parent/guardian tells the baby that it is good for filling its diaper - you need to do that for yourself. In other posts, I suggested a butt layered with diaper cream, a thick cloth diaper (similar in proportion to a newborn and its diaper) covered with plastic / rubber pants. Over that, a onesie / clothes. The reasons for the diaper cream is that one can easily forget if/when one messed a diaper. The reason the diaper is so thick is that as one is wearing it, one has to waddle (similar to that of a baby), one cannot distinguish between a wet diaper or a sweaty diaper. Changing on a time schedule - when you wake, before bed - and soon you will not care the state of your diaper - as it doesn't matter - it will be changed at those times. The whole concept is for your mind to make the decision - is it easier, more comfortable and costs less energy to void at will, or will doing so cause issues. As soon as your subconscious mind makes that decision, it will revert back to voiding as you were a baby. Some people try to increase water content, and try to keep themselves in a constant state of relaxation. For these people, it works, but they are not doing what @MLDK is doing - checking to see if they are incontinent. That act of checking is forcing conscious control on the sphincters, something that you are trying to avoid. Remember, blood is filtered 24/7/365 which equates that urine is produced constantly. The strength (water content vs others) of urine is based on the water balance in the body. Drinking more water will fill the bladder faster, and therefore, one will need to void more often. In order of gaining baby bladder/bowel behaviour - First comes unexpected voiding OR more came out than you expected. You still feel the need to void, but ignore that. The frequency of voiding increases while the duration between voidings decrease and the volume of each void decreases. = Wetting more often at lower quanties. Finding diapers wet and can't recall when you wet it - but still believe that you can keep your pants dry. Actually, without a potty / toilet within 1 minute from where you are, you will end up in wet pants. Still feeling the need to void, but have nothing to void Forgetting that you have a diaper on, convinced that it is underwear and embarrasing onself by answering the door in just a diaper / diaper and top. Changing the diaper on a schedule, and finding that it is soaked all the time - and not ever recalling the feeling of a dry diaper. Bowel control follows suit if ones diet is similar to what is described elsewhere on the site. Overnight, bowel control is poor to non existant. This is due to laziness - you have just changed / are going to change and need to poop, so you just do it in the diaper rather than remove a functional diaper just to sit on the toilet. Afterall, you are going to have a shower. Pooping a diaper is, at the start, all about choice - you have just woke up and do not want to take off a warm diaper just to sit on the toilet - after all, you are hungry and want food. It is easy to change your diaper after the morning shower. What has really happened is that your need to poop has woken you early. You are no longer waking from a full bladder as the body has long stopped reducing the water content being oplaced in your bladder overnight - as a result, you always wake up warm and wet, but unaware of when you wet it. You may have some pee-pee dreams, but over time, they will go. Conclusion; If you want the bladder & bowel control of a baby, you have to convince yourself, and believe in yourself that is what you want. Try saying this to yourself "I am a good baby, and good babies wet and mess in their diapers all the time" on a constant basis. When you are changing your diaper, congratulate yourself for wetting and messing in it. As you fall asleep, repeat similar to yourself. Do not be disapointed in yourself when you feel that you need to wet / mess. Be happy in yourself that you are doing that. - and most of all, stop checking yourself to see if you are incontinent. Diaper usage is a habit that you temporarily stopped - so there is nothing new for you to learn.

Chapter 42: The Countdown Thirty-one minutes left. Textbooks, pens, pencils, crumpled papers, candy wrappers, an empty water bottle, and an assortment of other academic odds and ends lay spread out across the bedsheet, a result of the haphazard emptying of my backpack, which I had unceremoniously flipped upside down the moment I was certain Mom was headed down the road on her way to pick Emilia up from preschool. I wasn’t entirely sure of how much room I would need in my backpack, so I gave myself I much as I could. Though that meant I’d need to make sure to give myself extra time to clean up again once I returned home. I slipped my jeans back on over the pull-up, making sure the purple outline of the pull-up wasn’t visible over the top of my pants. After leaving the bedroom, I glanced out the front window again toward the driveway, confirming once more that Mom’s car was absent. I took a deep breath to steady myself. I either had to leave right now or wait until the next opportunity when I’d be left at home by myself. No time to think things over again. No time to revise the plans I’d been carefully considering for the last several weeks. The thought of having to spend another day kept in diapers and held home from school won out over the anxiety of everything that could go wrong and the consequences that would bring. I stepped into the garage and carefully shut the door behind me. As I stood next to my bicycle, I double-checked that I had everything that I needed. The money to pay for my purchase was safely in my pocket. I had the spare key to make sure I’d be able to get back into the house when I returned. And I had the bike lock tucked inside the backpack. No way was I going to end up walking home because someone had snagged my bike while I was inside shopping. Twenty-six minutes left. My hair flew back from my face as I biked down the sidewalk away from home. I attempted to act casual as I glided across the pavement, but while I wasn’t racing, I also wasn’t going at a meandering pace. According to Google Maps, it should only take me about five minutes to get to the pharmacy, leaving me with more than enough time to get what I needed to get and to return home well before Mom was back. I couldn’t avoid glancing ahead every time I heard an approaching car as I made my way down the road. I knew there was no way that I’d see Mom’s car coming toward me at this point, but the need to look up and assuage my fears was too great for me to resist. I nearly swerved off the sidewalk in shock on one occasion when I looked to see a car that was the same make and model as Mom’s, only to be relieved to see that the front passenger seat wasn’t empty. Having gotten out of the neighborhood, I approached the one major intersection I was going to need to cross. I could make out the pharmacy across the road, standing by itself next to a half-deserted strip mall. I came to a stop at the traffic light, as the crossing indicator was red, quickly tapping the button that supposedly made the crosswalk change lights faster, not that it ever seemed to do that for me. As I stood by myself at the intersection, I felt as if the eyes of everyone in every passing vehicle were bearing down on me, wondering what I was doing and where I was going. I knew each stranger passing by me wouldn’t give me a second thought – if they even managed to give me a first one – but the knowledge of what I was going to buy on this shopping trip was making me extremely self-conscious. I noticed myself unconsciously tugging my shirt down to cover the top of my pants. Time seemed to be passing much faster than I wanted it to as I stood impatiently next to my bike. I’d never noticed how long it took to cross an intersection like this before. But I’d also never needed to do so this urgently. A minute had already passed by on the countdown on my phone. And doubt began to creep back in. I didn’t have to cross the road. I could still turn back, park the bicycle where I left it in the garage, remove my jeans, and re-fill my backpack with all my school supplies. Everything would be exactly as it had been before Mom had left to pick up Emilia. She wouldn’t know I had been gone. But then the crossing symbol turned white, and I swung my leg back over the bike and pedaled across, not really thinking through what I was doing. I was going forward only because going back wasn’t an option. Twenty minutes left. I removed the bike lock from the backpack and secured the bike to the metal rack next to the side of the building. The parking lot wasn’t full, but it wasn’t empty either. I glanced back and forth as I walked to the entrance. My biggest fear was that I would see someone that I knew. Seeing someone right now wouldn’t be an issue. I had a couple of alibis I had thought up, but it wouldn’t do to run into an acquaintance after I had grabbed what I was going to purchase. I snatched a shopping basket from a stack right inside the entryway and began walking around the edge of the store. It had taken me seven minutes to bike to the pharmacy with a nearly two-minute delay at the intersection. Even if the crossing light took as long to appear on my way back home, that still meant I had about ten minutes to complete my shopping. As I walked around the edge of the store, I glanced inside each of the aisles that I passed. They were tall enough that you couldn’t look over them, which would be nice to give me some privacy when I reached the aisle I was aiming for, but they made it difficult for me to see if there was anyone I knew in the store. I counted about a dozen other shoppers wandering through the aisles by the time I had nearly completed a full circle of the store. Not anyone I knew, but enough that I wanted to make my purchase and get out of there. It seemed too weird to only purchase one item, so before heading to the aisle I was aiming for, I stopped and grabbed a pack of mini candy bars and a couple of individual bottled iced coffees. I paused for several seconds after grabbing the coffee, which would alleviate some of my problems of sleeping at school now that I wouldn’t be worried about having too many accidents. I glanced at my phone to see three minutes had already passed by. I took a deep breath to steady myself and hastened over to the baby aisle. The baby aisle wasn’t hard to find. I’d been there plenty of times before on shopping trips with Mom to pick up pull-ups and diapers for Emilia. To my great relief, no one else was in the aisle when I entered. I found the nighttime pull-ups I had been looking for at the far end of the aisle and grabbed the only two packages of the largest size. I had planned on buying a third if it looked like it would fit in my backpack, but two packs would be more than enough for the moment. I continued walking through the aisle but took a hasty step back as I rounded the corner. I had stumbled across Claire, who, though she had her back turned to me, appeared to be looking through a selection of makeup on the far wall. Back in the privacy of the diaper aisle. I rapidly considered my options. Of all the people I didn’t want to have witnessed me purchasing pull-ups, Claire was at the top of the list. I could put the pull-ups back and just buy the coffee and candy bars and return another day. Or I could make a beeline for the exit and make my purchase before Claire was finished with her shopping. The checkout counter was completely obscured from where Claire was looking at the back of the store, and it couldn’t take more than a minute to finish it. Besides, unless she got a close look at the pull-ups, she wouldn’t have any evidence that they were for me and not my younger sister. I held the basket in front of me as I walked toward the entrance counter so that on the off chance that Claire had somehow managed to look back and spot me, she wouldn’t see the contents of what I was carrying. An elderly woman was checking out another customer at the only open cash register when I got to the front of the store. I stepped in line, holding the shopping basket as discreetly as I could. Thankfully, the customer only had a small purchase and was nearly finished buying it. They took the bag and then I nervously stepped forward. My hands felt like they were shaking as I lifted the two bags of pull-ups out of the basket and set them on the counter, along with the candy bars and iced coffees. I was very grateful that the cashier wasn’t making any comments or observations about what I was purchasing. Then the phone range. “Oops, I need to grab that. I’ve been expecting an urgent call,” the lady said, after taking a peek at the caller ID. “Let me get one of our new associates to ring you up while I take that.” I stood, frozen, as the two bags of pull-ups were left exposed on the top of the counter. The lady picked up the phone, asked if the caller could be on hold for a second, and then walked speedily around the corner. I stood impatiently at the checkout counter, not daring to turn around in case Claire was in sight behind me. About twenty seconds later, I felt a bit of relief as the elderly cashier came around the corner. But Claire was walking right beside her. I hadn’t noticed it when Claire’s back had been turned to me, but now it was obvious that she had a pharmacy employee uniform on. As they approached, I heard the cashier talking to Claire. “I’ve got to take this phone call about the shipping delays. I’ll need you to take over the checking station until I’ve got that resolved.” The lady picked up the phone and Claire walked awkwardly to the opposite side of the checkout counter. We stared at each other for a moment before I broke the silence. “What are you doing here?” I said to Claire, who seemed to have been so focused on me that she hadn’t yet glanced down at what I was purchasing. “Mom made me get this job, since I wasn’t going to be busy with cheerleading after school. No thanks to you.” I bit my tongue. The last thing I needed right now was causing a big scene with an argument with Claire, who turned to punch a few things in on the computer before ringing up my purchase. I could feel my cheeks going red at the thought of her ringing up the pull-ups. Perhaps she wouldn’t notice that the pull-ups were my size. Maybe she would think they were for my sister. “I knew it,” Claire muttered, as she took her time rotating the pull-ups while looking for the barcode. “That’s for my sister,” I said, trying to act nonchalant as I automatically gave the pre-planned excuse. “Sure, they are,” Claire responded sarcastically. “Tell anyone, and I will make sure you get fired.” Claire’s eyes flashed at the threat, and she shut her mouth and quickly finished ringing up and bagging the candy and iced coffees. I felt fairly confident that the threat would hold. And besides, she didn’t have any actual proof. If she did say anything at school, I could pass it off as just a lame attempt to get back at me for getting her kicked off of the cheerleading team. “That will be twenty-one dollars and seventeen cents,” the cashier said. I wiped my now sweaty hand on the back of my pants before reaching into my pocket and pulling out a twenty and a ten, which I handed to Claire while attempting to avoid any further eye contact with her. “Here’s your change. Do you want the receipt?” Claire said in a monotone voice, falling back into what must be her normal routine while working the cash register. I wouldn’t normally have taken it. But there was absolutely no way I was going to leave Claire with proof that I had made the purchase. “Yes,” I said, grabbing it quickly out of her hand and turning toward the door. Nine minutes left A huge feeling of relief swept over me as I exited the store and deposited the pull-ups into my backpack. The worst of it was over. The urge to pee suddenly came over me. While I would have been able to make it inside to use the bathroom, I was on a tight schedule to go home. I instead let my bladder go right then and there, feeling the warmth of the pull-up filling up between my legs. Letting go of the stress of having Mom count each and every one of my accidents was so freeing, as if a large weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I had less time to return home than I would have liked, but thankfully had given myself enough leeway that, even if crossing the intersection took two minutes again, I would be home before the earliest possible moment that Mom could be back. And in all likelihood, I still had a few more minutes to spare past that. My backpack was uncomfortably heavy as I waited at the stoplight again. I was glad now that I had only gotten two of the packs, rather than three, even though it meant I’d have to make the trip back to the pharmacy sooner rather than later. Four minutes left. The passing street sign told me I had only a little more than a block to go before I got home. A glance at my phone told me that I was returning well within my target time. I had initially been bothered by running into Claire at the store. But, as I had thought about the situation while I biked home, I realized it wasn’t likely going to be a problem. The first thing was that she didn’t have any proof that I had made the purchase. Yes, she could tell people at school that I did, but that could be dismissed as her just being mad about not being on the cheerleading team anymore. And while I didn’t have any intention of following through with my threat of filing a complaint against her if she told people about the purchase, that should also be enough to get Claire to remain silent. One minute left. Back home, I ran through a mental checklist to make sure I hadn’t forgotten anything. New pull-ups hidden in my dirty laundry hamper, a place Mom would never consider checking since I did my own laundry. Check. Back-pack refilled. Check. Wet pull-up was changed and discreetly thrown away. Check. I had a new pull-up on that had the same rainbow design as the one I had tossed. Check. Everything was set up exactly as it had been before Mom left. Check. The buzzer on my alarm went off, and I took a peek through the window. No sign of Mom’s car down the road. But thirty-two minutes had been the quickest I’d ever recorded her making the drive. The average was thirty-six, so I had a few minutes to relax before she arrived home. I decided to use the time to get a head start on my homework. Now, everything was on its way back to normal, or as close to it as I could manage for the time being. With my spare pull-ups, Mom wouldn’t have a clue as to any of the accidents I was having at school. And, as long as I avoided any accidents at home, I would be free from her daytime-potty training in a week. I thought again about Lisa’s offer to have the sleepover at her house, rather than just a daytime hangout at Samantha’s. Why did she have to make that request sound so reasonable? It wasn’t for me. It meant trying to get Mom to let me spend the night elsewhere while I was bedwetting. And I would have to tell Mom about Lisa’s bedwetting, and then her aunt and uncle would find out, and Samantha and Desi as well. I’d been so focused on hiding these secrets ever since the accidents had begun a couple of months back that the thought of having that many other people know was petrifying. Either way, I didn’t have to decide at this moment. I knew Mom well enough to know that requesting her to unground me so that I could go to a friend’s place or a sleepover would require that she be in a really good mood, so I would need to wait a week of hiding my daytime accidents from Mom before I would raise that question with her. The sound of a car pulling into the driveway several minutes later roused me from my studying. I stayed at my desk as I heard Mom unlock the door and let herself and my sister back into the house. “Emilia, go check your sister’s pull-up and remind her to go potty.” I heard the patter of my little sister’s feet as she ran eagerly down the hallway. She’d greatly enjoyed this role reversal. The embarrassment of having to deal with my little sister assisting with potty training me was tempered by the knowledge that it would only need to go on for another week. I couldn’t wait for the week to be over.

That would not be advisable because wearing a diaper backwards is often uncomfortable, not to mention more likely to leak. How many gallons are equal to 1 inch?