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Normally, my diaper wearing doesn't entail too much wetting or messing. However, on the rare occasion that I do use them for such purposes, I'm curious to know what sort of things I should be using for cleanup. I would assume that baby wipes and powder would be essential, but what else, if anything? Any particular brands you might recommend?

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, everyone! --- Chapter Eleven Love is being who you are without shame with those who care most deeply about—and the feeling you get when they accept you without shame. Jessica and Sarah were just sitting down for breakfast when they heard the front door being unlocked. Their eyes met in breathless anticipation as they heard footsteps, and lo and behold, into the dining room came Claire and Andrea. "Aunt Claire, you're back!" Jessica cried, running up to tackle her aunt in a hug. Claire held Jessica tight against her bosom and smiled. "Hey, kiddo. Miss me?" Sarah came up, offering less aggressive hugs to her aunt and Andrea. She pulled back and examined them both, seeing how relaxed and genuinely happy they were. It made a difference considering how anxious Andrea had seemed the first time Jessica and Sarah met her. "How was your visit?" Jessica asked, still holding onto Claire by the shoulder. Their aunt gave a tender—albeit hesitant—smile. "That's actually why we're back a little earlier than we expected. Let's sit down first." The girls joined Claire and Andrea on the couch, so that Jessica and Claire were up against each other in the middle with Sarah and Andrea on each end. Claire began to idly stroke the side of her niece's face as she spoke. "Andy and I have reached a new point as we were reestablishing our relationship. We've gone beyond being friends and roommates." Her eyes shifted back to Andrea, who nodded, and then refocused on her girls. "We're in love." Sarah blinked. "You mean—" She swallowed. "You're a...?" Claire nodded. "I believe lesbian is the appropriate term." An uncomfortable silence stretched across the living room. Sarah noticed that Jessica didn't seem to be reacting to the news at all—her eyes were fixed on some distant point. No doubt she was thinking about the past, going over her memories of Claire when she'd started living with her, and there wasn't much of a distinction between the young woman and the young girl she'd cared for. "How did you two..." Sarah whispered, "you know... figure it out?" "I guess you could say something just clicked between us," Andrea replied, her voice strong and steady. "I have to confess that I was always a little attracted to Claire, and I guess my feelings just came out when they did." "And it hasn't been great for us in the romance department, you must admit," added Claire. She spread her arms in a modest shrug. "Think of it as us settling down in our old age." Sarah nodded; she could understand that, even if she was too young to appreciate it as they did. "So where does that leave you, Jess...?" Her voice trailed off as she saw the look of consternation on her cousin's face. "Jess?" Jessica blinked, then shook her head. "What?" "Are you all right?" Claire asked. "I just—" Jessica bit down on her tongue and grimaced. "I don't want to put this the wrong way, but I really don't know how to feel about this." Her eyes drifted up to Claire's curious gaze. "I'm not mad or anything. I just don't..." She worked her mouth a few times, then shrugged helplessly. "I don’t know how to respond." "Take as much time as you need, darling," Claire said softly. She bent down as though to kiss her niece on the top of her head, but paused halfway and settled for another stroke down the side of her face. "In the meantime, I've asked Andy to stay with us for the next week. Just to give her an idea about life in our little home." "That sounds like a good idea," Sarah said, cracking a delicate smile. Andrea coughed politely into her hand. "Well, uh, I think we should get started. I may or may not need some help, Claire." Claire nodded, then turned back to her nieces. "You kids are going to find out about this one way or another, so I feel it's only right to reveal this now." "Reveal what?" asked Jessica. "Show them, Andy." Andrea gave a hesitant smile of her own as she slowly unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down. Sarah was amazed to see the top of an Abena X-Plus diaper sticking out—a slightly wet Abena, she noted from years of experience. Jessica was dumbfounded. She stared right at Andrea, looking her up and down as though she couldn't make herself believe what she was seeing. Working her mouth a few more times, she managed to get out the words, "You, too?" Claire nodded. "Come with me and I'll explain everything." --- The rest of the day went without incident. Jessica and Sarah had watched Claire help Andrea change her diaper; they couldn't help smiling at the older woman’s slight embarrassment, having gone through and watched the process so many times themselves. Then Jessica had gone off to her classes, Sarah to work, leaving the two older women to enjoy a quiet afternoon. After a light dinner and watching a movie on TV—Casablanca, which happened to be Sarah's favorite—the four women decided to get ready for bed. Claire and Andrea worked on unpacking their luggage as Sarah and Jessica put on their night clothes and changed each other's diaper. They came into Claire's room, where they found their aunt doing the same for Andrea. There was a look on Jessica's face that gave Claire pause as she finished taping up her girlfriend's diaper. She frowned and then slid a careful glance at Andrea. "Jess, if it's not too much trouble, would you mind letting Andy sleep in your room for tonight?" Her niece frowned back. "Can I sleep in here with you then?" "That's the idea," said Claire, offering a quick wink. She turned back to Andrea. "If you're okay with it." The redheaded woman shrugged it off. "Fine by me. I'll let the two of you get some quality time." Claire smiled and pulled Andy in for a kiss—not on the lips, since she doubted her nieces were ready for that, but firmly on the cheek. Andy returned the kiss just as discreetly and smiled as she and Sarah took their leave. A moment later, Claire and Jessica were under the covers, with the lights turned out and their arms tight around each other. It felt so much to Claire's mind like the first night she'd held Jessica after rescuing her from the abuse—and the first night she'd held Andrea in a similar fashion. Even now, her hand was absently running itself through her niece's hair, cradling her tenderly against her bosom. "Are you all right, sweetheart?" Claire whispered. Jessica shifted her head up and nodded. "Just a bit tired." "From your trip?" "And everything else we've been doing." "I see." Keeping one arm around Jessica's shoulders, Claire brought her other arm down to brush her hand on the girl's lower back, hovering over the waistband of her diaper. "And you're sure there's nothing at all you feel like talking about?" Jessica shifted again, but with more evident anxiety. "It's just weird, that's all. Seeing you and..." She licked her bottom lip and blinked. "Well, seeing you involved with someone else." "You think you and Sarah get to have all the fun?" Claire retorted with a smile. "I've had more romantic moments than you’ve had dry diapers, sweetie." This remark only served to bring a pout to Jessica's face. "Hear that? That's the sound of my sympathy for you walking out the door." Claire chuckled and pulled Jessica in for a hug and a kiss on the forehead. "Oh, my darling. My precious baby. You'll never have to compete for my affection." She leaned close to Jessica's face, almost to where their noses were touching. "You know why I'm with Andy? Because my poor, frail heart wasn't enough to contain all the love I have for you and Sarah. I had to go and borrow someone else's." Jessica cracked a smile and dropped her head against her aunt's chest. "I think it's cute that you think that sort of talk works on me." "If you think that's cute, you should've seen me in a diaper." If Jessica's head had been able to snap up any faster, Claire surmised it would have flown right off. "What?" "You heard me." "I... you..." Claire grinned and pulled her niece in for another kiss—this time on the cheek, right where she'd kissed Andrea goodnight. "It's a little complicated, but... Andy and I were experimenting with our relationship. After helping her get changed and doing all sorts of things around the house for her, she wanted to repay me by playing Mommy for a night." "So her idea of repayment is to baby you?" Jessica shook her head. "No, before we even get into that—you wore a diaper?" "I did, and I even wet it, too." Claire smiled through the gloom at her stunned niece. "Now I see why you and Sarah take such delight in them." Slowly, almost glacially, a smile crept over Jessica's perplexed face. She pulled herself even deeper into her aunt's embrace. "So you really enjoyed it?" "Very much so." Claire kissed her tenderly, this time on the lips. "And I did it because I love you. And Sarah. And Andy. You're all the reasons I'm alive and happy." A feral grin split her face in the dark. "To have a life with such wonderful and stunningly beautiful women is more than I ever ask for." Jessica smiled. "I love you, too, Aunt Claire." She lifted one hand and rested it on her aunt's bosom. Claire responded by leaning down to brush away the hair from her niece's face and then slipped down the top of her nightgown, exposing her breasts. There was some shuffling under the covers, and it wasn't long before Jessica had tacitly agreed to start nursing Claire's breasts. Claire sighed and moaned quietly, never bothering to hide the smile of joy and love on her face as she regarded the content face her niece made while having her fill of milk. It was tender beyond anything they'd ever done, and yet, Claire couldn't help but wonder why they hadn't tried it before. They were close enough to be mother and daughter, after all, and she'd always had that favorite dream of giving birth to Jessica and raising the girl as her own biological child. So how could this intimate act be wrong, if that were the case? Claire had no answer for that, nor did she want one. She was too content to adore Jessica as she nursed, and as they fell asleep in each other's arms, Claire had time to give her niece one last goodnight kiss.

Yes, I know that. I'm saying there'll be a chapter for the 22nd, then a break for the 29th, and we'll be back on schedule by the 5th of January.

I remember that Looney Tunes cartoon! Brings back so many memories! Oddly enough, I seem to easily remember the majority of all diaper references from my childhood (Rugrats, Baby Huey, Looney Tunes, etc.). Makes me wonder just how much of a DL I've always been...

Very cute! Wish they'd shown us that diaper change, though...

Just as a heads-up for everyone, I plan to post the next chapter next Tuesday, but I'm going to skip the week after that and catch up on writing more of the story. That way, we can start the first week of the New Year with a whole new chapter! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all, and as always, thanks for reading!

I tend to wear them only to bed nowadays (and since I like to keep my diaper supply up for a while, I wear on a bi-weekly basis). It's relaxing and it's one last bit of "Me time" before falling sleep and right as I wake up. Ahh!

Chapter Ten Love is the deep breath you take before a plunge, or the role you play for the sake of your beloved—overcoming fear in the name of joy. Claire was amazed in how much she'd let go of her inhibitions over the course of a single evening—a very romantic evening, granted, but an evening nonetheless. She'd kept up her passive role, being totally obedient to Andrea's commands. But she was never harsh to Claire, showing no acrimony in her tone or her touch. Every caress, every whisper, was gentle and thrilling. And the past few hours together had been full of surprises: tickling and spanking, playing out rape fantasies and mother-daughter roleplaying games. It was the last of those games that Andrea was now gearing up for, but this time in the role of Mommy, with Claire as her Baby. And so she stood over Claire, who lay nude on the bed, wearing a yellow summer dress and holding a diaper in her hand. "You just knew it was going to come down to this," Andrea said with a grin. She began to unfold the diaper, keeping her eyes fixed on Claire. "I mean, haven't you ever been tempted to try one on, after changing your niece so many times?" Claire blushed and turned her gaze away. "Well, sure. But it's not that big a deal. And I certainly wouldn't try it if I thought Jessica might take offense." "Fair enough." Andrea stretched out the now-unfolded diaper and gestured for Claire to lift her legs up. The diaper was slid under Claire's bottom, and as she lowered herself onto it, she felt another thrill run through it. But this ran deeper than anything she and Andrea had been doing all evening—it was the thrill of something she'd done for Jessica and Sarah, but denied herself. Now she felt the padding come up between her legs, watching Andrea take her time as she held the diaper in place and taped it up, and Claire found herself staring in wonder at the diaper she was wearing. Her diaper, she thought blankly. For years, it had always been "Jessica's diaper," and more recently, "Sarah's diaper." But now this diaper was hers to wear—and use, if Andrea desired it. Taking her seat on the bed next to Claire, Andrea reached behind the pillows and took out a soft blue blanket. She wrapped Claire into the blanket and pulled her into her lap—which wasn't easy considering that they were both roughly the same size, so Andrea could only manage to get her girlfriend's upper body over her lap. "What an adorable baby you are," Andrea exclaimed. She bent down to kiss Claire on her forehead; the other woman responded by teasingly sucking her thumb. Slowly, Andrea began to rock Claire in her arms. Humming out her mouth was a faint lullaby, which Claire recognized as something like the one she'd sung to Jessica on those first terrible nights together, when she'd been more of an infant than a nine-year-old girl. Hearing that tune again was strangely comforting, though she'd never imagined she’d be on the receiving end. Claire let her eyes fall shut, and drifted off into a state of rest that wasn't quite sleep. Dimly, she could still perceive the warmth of the blanket, the soft melody Andrea hummed, the crinkle and padding of the diaper she wore, and the tender lips that kissed her every so often on the forehead. She knew, now, what Jessica had sought in her embrace all those years ago—and in all the years since. She knew what Sarah sought in her reversions to babyhood, where she could stop being an adult and cuddle up with her Mommy or Daddy as an adorable little girl. And looking into Andrea's eyes, she understood why her lover now relished getting her diaper changed—so intimate and affectionate were those moments that they could never be unpleasant. "Do you like being my baby?" Andrea whispered, stroking Claire's face with the blade of her hand. Claire nodded and popped her thumb out of her mouth. "Yes, I do, Mommy." With a squeal, Andrea leaned down to plant another firm kiss on Claire's lips. Surrendering herself to that kiss, Claire willed her body to yield, so that the sensation reached all the way through her—including her bladder, she realized too late. A sudden warmth spread through the backside of her diaper, which Claire would have also found sensual had she not been blushing with embarrassment. Andrea noticed this with a loving smile and another kiss on the forehead. "All better now," she said, and unwrapped Claire from the blanket, exposing her half-naked body and fresh wet diaper. Claire smiled and rubbed the front of her diaper, savoring the warm patch along her bottom. She looked over at Andrea and could already read her intention in her eyes. Intention became action, as she slipped off her dress and bra, so that she was left in her own thoroughly soaked diaper—just the same as Claire. Their eyes met, and within an instant, their arms were flung around each other, lips locked in a series of lingering kisses. Andrea pulled back to reposition herself on top of Claire, so that both their diapers were touching front-to-front, particularly where they were wet. Slowly, Andrea began to flex herself up and down against Claire. The way their diapers rubbed against each other was thrilling. Claire found herself gripping Andrea's shoulder with one hand and the bed sheets with the other. Her head tilted back, moaning except for the heavy kiss her lover planted on her. They reached a climax, and Andrea fell shuddering against Claire. The two women lay entangled in each other's arms for a long time and said nothing. --- "Andrea?" She looked over at Claire and smiled. "Yes, dear?" "I don't want to spoil the mood," Claire said with a downward shift of her gaze, "but I feel bad about keeping"—she waved her hand over the room—"all this from my girls." "You think we should tell them the truth?" Claire nodded. "They're both pretty mature. I'm sure they'll understand." Andrea took a deep breath and let it out slowly, as though defusing whatever inner tension she might be feeling. "Okay, then. When do you want to tell them?" "All soon as possible. Let's get packing."

My first was during the summer in between my years at college. I was at home, my Mom was asleep, and so I resolved to go and make my first purchase. I went to my local CVS Pharmacy and (being relatively inexperienced on the make and brands of adult diapers) bought a package of Medium-sized Depend Adjustable Underwear. I was utterly nervous when going up to pay, although it helped that the cashier didn't blink or give any reaction that suggested some clear oddity about a young man in his twenties buying Depends. She rang me up and I paid and left as fast as I could without drawing attention to myself. Then I went home, tried them out in the bathroom, and was feeling ashamed so I didn't bother keeping the whole package. Things improved once I discovered Depend Maximum Protection briefs and then my current joy, CVS brand Fitted Briefs.

Lose some weight, work harder (at my job and on my novel), and try to wear diapers more often (generally only at night now, and even then sporadically ). As for "Other," I resolve to develop a more relaxed attitude about the future and concentrate on putting my best self forward in each present moment (which would be a big plus considering my new customer service job).

Added a new option to the poll, so readers can pick "Claire and Andrea" for their favorite character interaction. New post tomorrow! Stay tuned, all ye faithful readers (and a warm hello to any new ones)!

Putting on my Serious-Thinking Glasses for a moment, the OP's proposed law/fantasy/whatever is as laughter-inducing as this entire thread has been and the reaction to it outside this forum would be this times a hundred. Frankly, if we wanted to get more attractive young women to start wearing diapers, we'd just need several major celebs to start making them the latest fashion and not just something to wear as a prank or parody (bonus points if Parents and other Elders find this new trend "appalling"). *takes off Serious Glasses* That said, I love this thread and hope to see more mad humor arising from it.

Me, too! But seriously, as another honest-to-God male on this thread, I can say that, while I have no problem talking to women, I've never tried hitting on any of them and certainly not in the manner as the *ahem* gentleman you described. Being eccentric or playful is one thing, but that's just plain weird. Ladies, you deserve better!

Well, fine, just Cowboy Bebop then!

I admit that I haven't seen too much, but of the ones I have seen, my favorites are Cowboy Bebop and Black Lagoon. I also kinda enjoy Fullmetal Alchemist.

Chapter Nine Love is losing yourself in the arms of another, becoming dependent on the embrace of your beloved and finding peace in the crook of their elbow, resting your head on their shoulder. Changing her cousin's dirty diaper was, Sarah reflected, not the worst thing in the world. It was unpleasant and a bit trying to say the least, but she could easily imagine a more terrible fate. And there was nothing wrong in bringing a smile to Jessica's face when she was put into a clean and comfortable diaper. She threw out the old diaper and turned to flash a quick smile at her cousin. "Be right back." A few steps brought Sarah to the living room, where her mother and father were putting on their coats for their night out with friends. This was the last night that Sarah and Jessica were going to be staying over, and they felt it would be best to try out their new "Baby game" while Sarah's parents were gone. Jessica had initially wanted to wait until they got back to Claire's house, but Sarah encouraged her to go for it this evening and see if it was worthwhile. "You kids won't be too bored while we're out?" her mother asked as she slipped on her overcoat. "Not really," said Sarah, folding her arms. "We'll probably just watch a movie or something and go to bed early. It's a long drive back to Claire's tomorrow." Her mother nodded, for which Sarah was grateful. What she'd said was true, but of course she'd left out all the details about their real plans, like playing Mommy and Baby Girl, and having some fun with their diapers. "Well, I guess then we'd better say our goodbyes now." Her mother threw her arms around Sarah and hugged her firmly. "You kids take care now." "We will, Mom." Her father came over and hugged her as well, though he held Sarah at arm's length to regard her. "Now, don't start any wild parties while we're out, okay?" Sarah smiled fondly. "Just how wild do you think we could possibly be?" Her father's reply was a light chuckle. "Well, there's always a first time. See you later, sweetheart." It took only a minute or two for her parents to get out of the house, into their car, and onto the road. Then Sarah locked the front door and went back to her room. Still lying on the bed, Jessica had kept her diaper exposed and was now sucking on a pacifier. She looked up at her cousin with puppy-dog eyes that made her heart grow warm and tender. It was time to be a Mommy. "Hey there, baby girl," Sarah whispered, bending down to kiss Jessica's forehead. "You been a good girl today?" "Mmm," was Jessica’s reply, muffled by her pacifier. Her eyes fell shut as Sarah began to brush away some loose strands of hair. "Then let's get started." Sarah looped her arms around Jessica's shoulders and waited for her cousin to do the same to her. Then she carried the younger girl down the hall and into the living room, where she'd surreptitiously placed a bottle of juice behind the couch. Placing Jessica on her lap, Sarah reached back over the couch and came up with the bottle. She shifted her "baby girl" closer to her right shoulder and gave her a sip of apple juice. Jessica eagerly began to drink, occasionally giving Sarah a soft cuddle when she gulped down her juice. Sarah responded by pulling her into a tighter embrace and planting a swift kiss on the tip of her nose. When she'd finished, Jessica pushed the bottle away and rested her head against Sarah's shoulder, letting her eyes drift shut. "This feels kinda nice," she said, sounding very much like a nineteen-year-old girl despite looking and acting like a one-year-old. "You're a good Mommy, Sarah." "Only because I have a wonderful girl like you to practice with," replied Sarah with a fond smile. Her hand snaked its way through Jessica's hair. "Now that you've had your bottle, what else should we do?" Jessica tightened her arms' embrace on Sarah. "I'm pretty sleepy, Sarah. Would you mind if I just went to bed early? That way, if I wake up later tonight, we can still play before your parents get back." "Or even after that," Sarah added with a smile, "if we're both in bed when they get back—not to mention as quiet as possible." "Sounds like a plan." --- Sarah was snuggled close to Jessica in her bed, with the lights turned out, when she heard her parents come home. Jessica had quickly fallen asleep, and Sarah had drifted in and out for a while. But she held her breath as she heard the dim opening and closing of doors, and did her best to stay motionless when she heard the creak of her bedroom door sliding open and saw a shaft of yellow light from outside fall across her bed. "Already asleep?" she heard her mother whisper. "How precious." "Ahh, let 'em rest," her father murmured. "They've got a long trip tomorrow." Her mother sighed and said, "All right." Once the door was closed and their footsteps faded into silence, Sarah let out the breath she'd been holding all this time. Her lips curved into a gentle smile as she slipped her hand onto Jessica's lower back. "You awake, baby?" she whispered into her cousin's ear. "You ready to play, you cute little girl?" Jessica's eyes slowly slid open, as though she hadn't been asleep at all. "Yes, I am, Mommy." Sarah grinned. "Well, I think I've got a paci for a sweet little girl like you." She reached into her pillowcase and took out the pacifier that she'd hidden there when they went to bed. It would have been a disaster if her parents had peeked into her bedroom only to glimpse Jessica sucking on a pacifier in her sleep. She slipped the pacifier into Jessica's mouth and pulled her into a tighter hug. The younger girl snuggled against her cousin's breast, the way a newborn would with its mother. That comparison wasn't lost on Sarah. "Does my baby girl want her midnight feeding?" Jessica stared, having noticeably stopped sucking on his pacifier. Sarah could well imagine what she was thinking—it was wrong, it wasn't natural, it simply was too absurd to even consider. And she could also imagine the counterarguments—there was little point talking about absurdity when it came to a nineteen-year-old girl in diapers; this was a gift being offered entirely out of one's own body and soul; and this could be done once, in the spirit of play, and then never brought up again. All those thoughts were visible in Jessica's eyes when she looked up at Sarah and said through her pacifier, "Mommy, can I have some milk?" "Of course, dear." Sarah slipped off the top of her nightgown and unhooked the clasp to her bra, exposing her breasts. She took Jessica into a lower position, continuing to hold her tenderly as her "baby girl" hesitantly put her lips to a nipple and began to suck as she'd done with the pacifier. A surge of ecstasy welled in Sarah's heart. She felt like a young woman and an old mother, both a child and an adult. And she knew that the gentle motion of Jessica's feeding at her breast was the connection all mothers ultimately had with their children. Jessica continued to feed until she fell asleep, and as Sarah did the same, a final thought passed through her mind— She wondered if her Aunt Claire had ever felt this kind of a connection.

I was a little unsure if it seemed like a step in the right direction or if it detracted from the story. Glad to hear that it's appreciated, and I'll hope you'll all feel the same about the next few chapters! Stay tuned!

I consider myself straight, I can go into vanilla or kinky sex, and I have no idea whether I'm dominant or submissive in that regard.

No. No. I might call a Mommy or a Baby Girl, but I'd probably not call anyway.

I chose gender- and age-appropriate underwear, since I tend to be diapered only at night.

Definitely a DL. I chose to call myself a "boy" and a "man" because the boy is what comes out when I'm diapered, and the man is who I am in general.

Chapter Eight Love is the new horizon you and your beloved explore, facing new perils and unimagined joys, with the confidence that comes from holding hands. A week after discovering and professing their love for each other, Claire and Andrea were sitting on the bed together, which seemed to be a frequent activity for them whenever Claire was home from work or Andrea was in between floral arrangement jobs. Claire was receiving a very sensual massage from her lover, lying facedown with her top off and her eyes blissfully shut. "Lower, please." Claire stretched and sighed. "Mmm, that's it. There's a little knot in my lower back—that's the one..." Andrea continued kneading her fingers into her back, but she bent down briefly to kiss Claire on that very spot. It sent a tingle through Claire, a jolt that liquefied her whole body into ecstasy before settling into a deep peace. She was of reminded of how Sarah would have a similar reaction whenever someone touched her on the back of the neck. "So I was thinking, dear," said Andrea, as she got to work on Claire's hips, "that maybe we go do a little more... experimenting together." "How much further we can go?" Claire wondered aloud. They'd already kissed and made love. It seemed like there wasn't a single square inch of their bodies that they hadn't explored in the past few days. "Well, we've gone physically, emotionally, spiritually..." Andrea's tone turned suggestive as she trailed off. "But what about psychologically?" Claire turned her head around. Andrea had stopped massaging her and was doing nothing more than staring back with a playful expression. This was more like the girl she'd known back in college—that rambunctious, redheaded rapscallion who adored late-night parties and couldn't stand having nothing to do on a Friday or Saturday night. But it took a while for Claire to adjust to the fact that neither of them were still living it up in college and had, for all intents and purposes, slowed down. Still, love knew no boundaries as far as Claire was concerned, so she turned a big, bright smile onto her lover. "What did you have in mind?" Andrea turned her over and leaned down to give Claire a soft kiss. Then she drew back and grinned. "I was just thinking that you've been so giving ever since you arrived. Yes, I've been making all our meals and doing my half of the laundry, but you seem to love doing everything else for me—the most important of those things being, obviously, changing my diaper." She leaned close enough to Claire's face, as if she were ready for another kiss, but held back. "It occurs to me, though, that I haven't done much for you. I feel like I should be able to take charge once and a while, instead of letting you handle everything." "Well," said Claire, feeling a mite uncomfortable discussing this without her shirt on, "I don't know that I really 'take charge' of anything." "Yes, you do. Don't get me wrong. It isn't a bad thing." Andrea stroked the side of Claire's face with the blade of her hand. "But I think you should be passive for once in your life. It should be your turn for being taken care of." "I'm touched, Andy." Claire took the hand stroking her face and kissed its palm. "Really, that's very sweet of you." "So here’s the rule," Andrea declared with that let's-get-things-done tone she'd used to persuade Claire to go out on so many dull Friday nights. "From this moment on, you are to be completely docile around me. You can say whatever you like, but you have to do everything I tell you to do. And in return"—Andrea's smile threatened to split her cheeks apart—"you'll be showered with all the affection and attention I'd give to my own daughter. If I had one, anyway. Is that clear?" "This isn't going to involve some kind of humiliation, is it?" Claire still had too many unpleasant memories of the similarly authoritarian approach taken by the sorority they'd pledged for in college—and that seemingly endless week when they wore rabbit ears and fluffy cotton tails to every single class. Andrea chuckled and gave her another soft kiss. "No, nothing like that. At least, I don’t think it'll happen." She shifted on her legs to get a higher seated position on the bed. "One never knows..." Claire figured that this would a highly unusual experience for her. And of course Andrea would have the final word on when this exercise ended—if indeed, it ever would. So like everything else in her life, all she could do was shrug and decide to make the most of it. "All right, Andy," Claire said with a wistful smile. "I'm entirely in your hands." "Good. Take off your pants." Claire didn’t hesitate. She slid her jeans off and dropped them onto the floor, so that she was sitting on the bed in just her bra and panties. Andrea ran her eyes over her more-exposed body, giving a slow and appreciative nod. "Very good, Claire," she said, lowering herself onto her back. "Next, I want you to take off all of my clothes." Again, Claire didn't waste any time. She removed Andrea's socks and shoes, and then her jeans, as though she were prepping her roommate for yet another diaper change. Then she went to slip off Andrea's blouse, and after a quick questioning glance, removed her bra as well. Now Andrea was lying in just her diaper—a slightly wet diaper, Claire noted. She was panting slightly, but offered a fiendish grin. "I hope you're ready for the next bit because it's a little complicated." This feeling of uncertainty was quite refreshing, Claire had to admit. This was a far cry from the ordinary nights she'd spent with her nieces or even the parties she and Andrea used to attend. It was a deliberate loss of control, and she was starting to like it. Andrea met her gaze and said, "Now, Claire, take me onto your lap, so that I'm facing down." Reaching for her partner, Claire scooted onto the bed and pulled Andrea into a supine position across her lap, resting her hands atop her bare back. The grin Andrea wore didn't lessen when she said, "Now spank me." "What?" "Do it!" Instinctively, Claire gave her a soft pat on the back of her diaper—hard enough to register, but not nearly so hard to cause actual pain. She was too flabbergasted to even realize what she was doing. Andrea shook her head. "Not like that. Be hard. Don't hold yourself back." Claire bit her lower lip. "I don't believe in spanking anyone, Andy. Certainly not after what my niece went through." "I know, Claire, but she was being spanked to punish." Andrea’s gaze narrowed. "I want you to spank me for the sake of pleasure." "I still don't—" "Claire, please." Andrea's voice caught her off-guard. It was full of emotion—almost a hunger, like the voice of a starving person. She was watching Claire intently, ravenously, as if a swat of her hand could satisfy her completely. To give some encouragement, she began to wiggle her diapered rear up toward Claire's face, all but begging her to strike. No, thought Claire. Not to strike, but to play. That's what Andrea was doing here. She wasn't asking for punishment, but to be engaged in a way that went beyond the norm. So this wasn't really disrespecting Jessica and her past. It was an invitation to cut loose. So Claire let her eyes fall half-shut and began to swat Andrea on her bottom. She was rewarded with a series of laughs, squeals, and deep-throated moans from her lover. And with every swat, Claire felt her lips spreading toward an unabashed grin, and her eyes fell completely shut. The spanking developed its own rhythm—up and down, up and down, a soft moan from Claire matched by a deeper cry from Andrea, as though they were trading off on the same breath, inhaling and exhaling with each swat. Slowly, Claire's blows began to subside, and she laid her hand against the fluff of Andrea's diapered bottom, which was now soaked with sweat. Andrea lay panting and smiling on Claire's lap, cuddling her quietly with relief, and it amazed Claire that she could do such a thing to her friend and not feel any shame. She felt grateful for the opportunity and couldn't wait for her next task.

The only one I've found is this link from Lil' Vickie.

Beware, we walk among you...

Well, I'm glad you think so. Honestly, I think it helps that I haven't already planned the end like I did with "Life with Claire." It seems to allow the story to breathe and grow a little. Anyway, hope to see y'all again next week!