Dr_J

Thank you again for the kind words, as well as for your patience. Here is chapter 9. It is a little short, but I think it's paced pretty nicely. Chapter 9 You know what sucks? When you think you've got a good thing going on and it crumbles before you in the blink of an eye. You know what sucks worse? Having someone you talked/messaged/video chatted with every day, suddenly drop those conversations in exchange for short responses. It really makes you wonder if the other person is worth hanging onto, and makes you question if you did something wrong. That was my exact predicament with Michael. My heart ached for the guy, as I'd never seen anyone cry that much or look that hurt before. I wanted to hug him, squeeze him, talk it out with him...but no. What I assumed to be Michael's self-defense mechanism kicked in, pushing me away as he holed himself up in his shell. It made me question if I did anything to hurt him, and I analyzed the night a hundred times over to see if I could figure anything out. He asked if I laughed at him, which I didn't. I mean, I chuckled, but it was because he was cute! You know, when you see a cute baby, you instinctively talk all cutesy and coo over them and all that stuff that makes some people cringe? Did Michael feel like I pressured him into wearing a diaper in front of me? Was having him sit in my lap overkill? And what about how strange he got when he suddenly looked in the mirror? Maybe that was it. Maybe he saw himself in such a babyish outfit, with me in my normal clothing, and that set him off. I had no idea. Everything was a “maybe.” Even worse, he was silent on his social media page, as well as his fetish community board. I had nothing to go off of. The day after the incident, he didn't respond, and I figured that was fine. Some people need their space before coming around. Still, even a text or just something to let me know he needed said space would've been nice, as having been abandoned at the drop of a hat by guys in the past really made me fear the worst whenever an argument or unpleasant situation occurred. And still, I kept my patience. Days two and three, I sent Michael a couple of texts, telling him if I did something to upset him, that I was sorry. Hell, I even tried calling him, leaving him a voicemail to let him know I was still there and was just checking up on him, asking him to call me or let me know he was okay. With any normal guy, I'd have left by then, as I hate, hate, hate dead silence. It's so rude! And still, I kept my patience. By day five, I was ready to call it quits. Yes, I could've probably gone to his work to drop his backpack off and attempt to talk things through and salvage something from whatever it was that set Michael off, but honestly, I didn't feel it was my place to. And yes, Michael is most definitely a one of a kind guy, in most respects, and yes, he's gotten much better about actually talking to me when something's wrong. But at that point in time, how he chose to react to the situation made that part of him come off as if he were every other guy that I'd dealt with; stubborn, closed off, choosing not to give me a chance to talk. And still, I kept my patience. Giving it one final shot, I picked up my phone and called Michael. The phone rang four times before going to his voicemail. “Michael, this is only the four thousandth time I'm going to say this, but I hope you're okay. You have me legitimately worried about you. And you left your backpack here, you goof. I'm not sure what happened last week, but we need to talk about it. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't upset with you right now, because you're ghosting me and sending me “ok” to my long-winded text messages. I don't want to play my bitch card, but I don't see any other way. If you want to talk, I want you to tell me, and not via text message. You will call me. It doesn't mean we have to talk right then and there, but we need to talk this through if you don't want to throw this all away. If I don't hear from you by Friday, I'll assume you're not interested and that I did something to upset you, and will drop your backpack off. You won't hear from me again. Sorry if that's rude, but, I care about you, and you don't get to be a jerk and think it's okay to give me the silent treatment. Talk to me. I'm here for you. Bye.” I ended the call and sighed in frustration, wondering if I said too much, or if he'd even listen to the damned thing. After a distracting and unproductive day at work on Thursday, I picked up some groceries. While getting in the car, my phone started ringing. It was Michael. Part of me wanted so badly to just let it to go voicemail out of spite, but there's no way my conscience would've let me get away with it. I did, however, let it ring three times before answering it. “Michael.” I said, opting not to give him a hello or a warm greeting of any kind. “Um, hey, Erica.” he replied, his voice still sounding quite down. There were so many things I wanted to say, most of which would've probably scared him away for good. I bit my tongue, thinking before responding. “I guess this means you want to talk.” “Ye-yes. I'm sorry for not answering you sooner. I needed some space and to try sorting myself out.” “I can respect that...but would it have killed you to just tell me that? I seriously thought something might've happened to you, or that you like, packed your bags and just moved away or something.” “I-I know. I'm sorry. I was scared, and just, just,” Michael sighed, “it's so hard to explain.” “And all you had to do was tell me you were scared, and we could've faced it together. You know I'm a very chill person to hang out with, and I wouldn't be spending time with you if I didn't like you. You're a one of a kind guy in most respects, Michael. But in this whole, 'I don't know what to do so I'm going to run away and make Erica think I don't like her' respect, you're just like everyone else.” “Yeah, it's my instinct to run. I'm...I'm trying to work on that, I promise. I just panicked and I feel like such an asshole. You've been nothing but kind to me and I was selfish.” “Well I'm glad you can see that and admit that, Michael. You had me worried sick, and I had and still have no idea what the hell is going on.” “That's...what I called about. I owe you an explanation, even if you might think it's a shitty one. And I totally understand if you're pissed off at me for doing what I did.” “I'd be lying if I said I wasn't annoyed, maybe even a little mad. But, you did call me. When, where, and how would you like to talk about all this?” “Well, in person, maybe tonight, either my place or yours?” “I'm not gonna lie, tonight probably won't work. I'm exhausted from barely sleeping this week, and I think it'd be better if we had more time than just a few hours to talk.” “Okay. Um, Saturday morning, I'm free.” “Saturday morning,then. You can come over, as you still have your backpack here. How about 10:00?” I offered. “That's perfect,” Michael paused, before I heard him start to cry a bit again, “thank you. And I'm sorry.” “Hey, hang in there,” I consoled him, “what happened, happened for a reason. I'm glad you're coming around to talk about it.” “Yeah. Well, um, I hope you have a good night, Erica. And thank you again.” I'm not usually a softy when it comes to people doing me wrong, but, as I've mentioned a hundred times before, Michael's a cutie, and he was (and is) worth it. I replied with a, “You're welcome, goofball. I'll see you in a couple of days. Goodnight.” Let me just reiterate again that this is not my style at all. At the risk of coming off as the victim, I have been burned by so many guys in the past. Some who I thought were pretty good people, who turned out to be playing the “nice guy game” so they could get sex. Others who, before I got more into my researching people, were dating other women while pursuing me. And, as mentioned before, being ghosted by guys for no apparent reason, sometimes with an “I'll call you tomorrow” attached to the end of the very last conversation with them. Do you know what the major difference between all of those experiences and this one with Michael was? Michael was genuine. Sure, he hid his lifestyle from the world, but it was something he struggled with, and something he chose to be open with me about (even if he did try running away). And in his voice, both that previous Friday night at my place and on the phone? He wasn't faking those cries or those tears. He was hurt, he was remorseful, and he knew he made a mistake and admitted to it. I was, and still am, tired of people acting all tough and macho all the time. It's pathetic and isn't genuine. That isn't to say that everyone should be more open about their feelings all the time, but it is to say that it's hard to find out who somebody really is when they're swapping masks all the time. Now, did that mean I'd take Michael back in with open arms, and we'd just delve right back into the naughty shenanigans? No, not at all. Why would I risk repeating what just happened? We'd need to get through his hurting and work on a way to bring him to a level comfortable enough to realize that he could feel safe around me. And I did have a bit of another plan that, when the timing was right, I'd execute and hopefully bring him back out of his comfort zone. Taking it a step further, while I wasn't ready to admit it to myself at that particular point in time, love makes us do some extraordinary things. Saturday morning would be proof of that. Stay tuned for Chapter 10, which I promise will be lengthier!

Thank you all for the kind words and feedback! I really appreciate it! I'm working on Chapter 9 as we speak. I'm a little bit behind schedule due to the holiday, but I'll try my best to catch up. :) I'll keep you posted when the newest chapter is ready!

Good morning! Chapter 8 is here for you! Chapter 8 So yeah, that Friday night was pretty interesting, what with Michael and I getting into some naughty shenanigans and ending our time together with my hand along his diapered bottom. Who knew something so simple as wearing a diaper could make someone so happy? Sure, he looked nervous as hell at first, but once he warmed up to me and we settled in for the movie, Michael looked so relaxed. In fact, he almost fell asleep snuggled up against me, and I would’ve let him. My guess is he thought that might’ve been taking it too far, as he insisted he was okay to get home and wouldn’t fall asleep on the way there. He didn’t, thankfully, and honestly? I think some naughtier shenanigans would’ve taken place had he stayed. I knew that diapers turned him on sometimes, and seeing him that relaxed and vulnerable while he was wearing one would’ve led me to push the envelope even further. After he left, I couldn’t help but think about something: per Michael’s fetish forum, he said he’d mentioned some fantasies here and there, but also mentioned that he’d never actually experienced said fantasies. While there are cases where the reality is as good as the fantasy, it also made me wonder if he’d have second thoughts about some of his fantasies after trying them out. We’d most definitely need to determine that! And so began my new quest to dig for some answers. Of course, we’d have to ease into said fantasies, and I’d need Michael to be open enough with me to let me know what it was that he wanted. After that Friday evening, we talked a lot more, either through text, by phone, or, if we were gaming, through voice chat. We’d both casually mention how Friday went, and it would always end with both of us talking about how great it was, with Michael thanking me. While there was no doubt that it was quite a special and tender night, the next few days following, he didn’t really talk too much about what he wanted going forward. I assumed he was just being shy about it. After all, he’d never really talked to anyone about it in person. Being the research queen I am, I once read about a relationship tip when someone I’d dated in the past kept being very closed off and keeping me at a safe distance. The basic idea was that if you find your partner’s safe space or comfort zone, or if you can communicate with them at a time where they’re doing something they really enjoy, they’re more likely to be open with you. Granted, the guy I dated while researching this left me a few days later, as he was apparently cheating on me, but that’s beside the point. I needed to find Michael’s safe space so he’d be even more open with me. I came up with two ideas to achieve this: the first was to either game together, only this time with something more nostalgic for the both of us. The second was to talk more about it after getting a little frisky with each other. Post-sex seemed like the most intimate and opportune moment to talk about this, but I knew we’d have to make sure we were both ready for it. Then, I came up with an even better idea: mixing idea one and two together! Why try two separate safe space ideas when we could just make a little game out of it! Michael had mentioned (and still always gets super giddy when he talks about it now) that he loved some of the video games he grew up with. All the stuff from the nineties and early 2000’s. I enjoyed quite a few of them myself. Nothing beat sitting in front of the TV with a friend, playing some of the classics for countless hours. Neither of us had really held onto our old stuff, unfortunately, but hey, I knew enough about computers to either emulate games or to easily and cheaply build one specifically meant to be connected to a television! And that’s exactly what I did. I ordered the parts needed, and without saying a word to Michael about it, I spent a few late nights tinkering, installing, and testing the emulator to ensure it played the games exactly as they played when they first came out. By Thursday morning of that week, my project was complete! I first sent Michael a text message with a picture of my snazzy device, with a, “Video call me when you get a chance!” It wasn’t long before my phone rang, and sure enough, it was Michael. “Hey there,” I said with a smile, “perfect timing!” “Hey! What’s up? I see you built something!” Michael smiled back. “I did! And I was gonna send more pictures, but I thought you’d like to see this bad boy in action.” I positioned the camera so it first faced the device, making sure Michael could see it and the controllers that were plugged into it. “Don’t tell me...don’t tell me!” Michael exclaimed, the excitement in his voice clearly audible. “I’m not, silly! I’m showing you!” I laughed, turning the device on and then pointing the camera to the television. Within seconds, the screen showed the OS platform running, and with a few selections, I had one of the emulators running, showing all the various games we’d both talked about, including the titles we never got to really play while we were growing up. “That’s so awesome!” “Hehe, I know! It didn’t take me a terribly long time to make. But I was thinking maybe you should come over this weekend, and we could game for a little while...or a long while.” “I like the sound of that! Were you thinking Friday or Saturday?” Michael asked happily. “I was thinking Friday into Saturday.” I replied with a smirk. “You know, a sleepover. You did tell me you used to stay up late playing video games, didn’t you?” “Hmmm, I did,” Michael chuckled, “but that sounds like fun. Should I, um, bring anything?” I knew what he was implying, but chose not to humor him this time. “I want you to bring whatever you’re comfortable bringing. If what we did last week was comfortable, great! If you want to bring more, even better! I’m leaving that entirely up to you.” “Got it.” the shyness in Michael’s voice echoed through the speaker. “Good boy! I can’t wait! I’ve got a few ideas in mind, but you’ll just have to wait until you get here to find out what they are.” “I can do that. I’ll be over right after work on Friday!” “Good. And remember, bring whatever you’re comfortable bringing.” Michael agreed, and we ended our phone call, and thankfully this time around, the next couple of days leading up to our gaming session flew by. Before I knew it, Friday was here. I didn’t set a time for Michael to show up that time around, so not to get him all flustered and potentially ruin anything. In actuality, I think it helped, because I heard a knock at my door at around 6:20 that evening. Michael had the same backpack as last time, as well as a small suitcase. “Jeez, Michael. Going on vacation?” I joked. “What? No, I--” Michael stopped himself before letting out a laugh, “--and I fell for it again. Damn it!” “Almost every time!” I laughed before giving him a big hug and kiss. “How are you?” “Hmm, good! Work wasn’t too bad, and I’m very excited for the weekend.” Michael smiled before kissing me back. He set his things down on the living room floor, with me closely observing the backpack. “Hmmm, I wonder what’s in here this time?” I smirked. “Ohh, you’ll see. I mean, you can see it now if you want.” Michael blushed as he looked at me shyly. “As tempting as that is, you’re already blushing like crazy, and I’d rather build up the suspense. Still, my curiosity tends to get the best of me, as you know, so don’t be surprised if I just randomly ask you to take a peek!” “Th-that’s fair! I won’t spoil anything.” “You better not,” I sang, putting my hand on my hip, “I might have to kick your butt!” Then, Michael said something I wasn’t expecting at all. “I prefer spanks over kicks.” It was almost an automated response, as if the words just came out. Michael gasped and turned so very red, apologizing and asking me, “W-was that too soon? Was that too much?” Those red cheeks and that timid look on his face was just too much, and without responding to his questions, I gently took hold of his cheeks and gave them a light pinch. “Awww, you’re so stinkin’ cute! I can’t get over it!” I sang, smiling big and kissing him on the cheek. This only made his embarrassment worse, apparently, because with a shy giggle, he put his head on my shoulder, hiding his face. “Guess I wanted to test the waters more than I thought.” he admitted, mumbling because of how his face squished gently into my shirt. “And how did the waters treat you, hmm?” “Surprisingly well. I’m just not used to it, and now I’m all red.” “I think it’s freakin’ adorable, Michael, and I’ll let you know if it’s ever too much.” I smiled, kissing the top of his head. “Good.” There was a brief moment of silence before Michael uncovered his face, which appeared to be back to its normal color. He looked at me with a warm smile, taking a deep breath as he did so. “Now, I don’t really have an itinerary for our little slumber party, but there are at least two things that have to happen this weekend to make it awesome: the first is playing an unhealthy amount of video games...with movies and stupid social media videos thrown in here and there. And the second is that we cuddle, especially when we’re in bed.” “Sounds like this will be an awesome time, then.” Michael smiled. “Two of my many favorite things: video games and cuddling.” “Well then! Let’s get started.” I kissed Michael’s cheek before booting up the console and turning the TV on. We both then plopped down on the couch, each of us holding a controller. Michael eagerly watched the system boot up, his eyes widening when he saw the seemingly never ending list of game ROMs, including some that never made it to the United States but were translated by die hard fans. “This is crazy! Wait!” he nearly jumped off the couch as I scrolled down a bit more. “Is that the one where they pulled characters from a bunch of universes into one game?!” I couldn’t help but giggle between nods, “That’s the one!” “We have to play that! I mean...please?” Who could turn down a genuinely happy face like that? I almost pinched his cheeks again, even considering speaking to him as if he was the little kid he was acting like at that point, but I bit my tongue and selected the game. “Okay, but I get to pick the next one.” “Deal.” Hmm, but will you agree to some other terms in the not-too-distant future? I pondered. We played the first game for about an hour, and in that time, Michael began to show just how competitive he could get. It wasn’t a mean competitive nature he had, thankfully; no swearing, or throwing the controller, or anything like that. But he definitely made an effort to bounce back from losing a round. However, we were almost evenly matched in our gaming abilities. We’d even make little wagers for some rounds, from simple kisses on the lips to back scratches (Michael’s idea. Apparently, he absolutely loves getting his back scratched). Being a schemer, I had a dubious plan to up the ante on our wagers. There was no way he could beat me at one of my all-time favorite games I grew up with: Super Basketball Dunk Stars. Unlike the traditional basketball games out there, this was more of an arcade game, full of power-ups, cheap shots, bonus points, all that jazz. And I played it a lot with my dad growing up. “Having fun?” I asked sweetly, smiling. “This is way better than playing with a bunch of jerks online.” “Good! Well I think I’m ready to play my game, if that’s cool.” “Sure thing!” Michael exclaimed. “Sweet,” I sang in an overly obnoxious voice, “and you up for a little wager?” “You know, I’m not usually a gambling man, but this has been fun so far. What’d you have in mind?” “Well, if I win best of three rounds, then I get to put you in my lap.” I smirked. “O-oh? And what happens then?” Michael asked with a blush. “Who knows? I might cuddle you, I might give you a few spankings...maybe make you blush like crazy. Could lead to something more, could just leave it at that.” “And if I win?” he asked. “You tell me what you want. Within reason, of course.” “A back massage that could also lead to something more.” Michael answered almost immediately. “Deal.” I said, booting up the next game. “Now go easy on me. I haven’t played this in a while.” I wanted to give Michael a run for his money, but figured I’d make him think this was an easy win against me. The good thing about this game was that it sped up what the normal time in a basketball period was, so each period really only lasted about five minutes or so. Every time Michael scored, I’d catch a little grin out of the corner of my eye. Whenever he’d have a pretty big lead, I’d then swoop into action and catch back up, but only enough that he was still ahead. This went on for the entirety of the first of the three games. “Ohhh, you won the first round,” I smiled, “you’re pretty good at this, Michael!” “I don’t know...you’re pretty good, too! This might be a tough 2nd round to win.” “We’ll see!” We did a rematch, and this time, I didn’t hold back one bit. Every power-up, every special move, every little turbo boost was used, while Michael grunted in slight frustration. Before we knew it, I won the 2nd round, 58-46. “Looks like I’m getting my groove back.” I laughed, seeing Michael give a playful scowl. “Now, now, no poor sports!” “I know, I’m just being a dork,” Michael giggled, “but this one is for all the marbles!” Obviously, I wanted to win. As shy as Michael would probably be when he first got into my lap, something told me he’d open up more about his fetish. He’d already let the spanking part slip! With the third round in motion, Michael put up quite the fight, and for a minute, I thought I may have actually lost the match. But no, during the last 10 seconds, I pulled a cheap move and just held onto the basketball while the timer ran out, leaving me to win by just three points. “Aw, man.” Michael pouted once more, making me chuckle. I set my controller on the coffee table before giving Michael a pouty face in return. “Aww, is someone being a poor sport? Hmm?” I cooed, making him smile and blush. “Y-yeah, I was just looking forward to a massage. And I don’t like losing too much.” Michael sighed, smiling more. “I’ll get over it, though.” “Good. I don’t want any grumpy pants sitting in my lap. Now, come here for a minute!” I commanded, patting my legs, making Michael blush even harder. “I’ve, um, never sat in a grown woman’s lap before.” he spoke so very quietly. “And I’ve never had a guy sit in my lap before. Another first for the two of us.” I wedged a pillow between me and the arm of the couch, and Michael shyly turned on his side, getting into position. I carefully opened my legs so his bottom slid between them, his head against my shoulder and his legs curled up slightly. If that sounds uncomfortable, you’re wrong. It was actually quite comfy, and Michael looked so adorable! “There we go!” I cooed once more, smiling so Michael could see I was fine with it. All I heard from him was a shy laugh, and it wasn’t long before he rested his cheek on me, looking up quietly. I used one hand to hold him in place, as the other gently ran along his back, his arms, and through his hair. If I wanted to, I could’ve easily convinced him to wear a diaper, but I still wanted to get a gage for what role he was hoping to get from me. “Comfy?” I asked. “V-very. This is so nice.” Michael sighed happily, leaning up to kiss me on the cheek. That made me blush. I was used to guys always turning things sexual or going for a kiss on the lips almost all the time. But Michael’s kisses were that of love, not lust. I could feel it. “Hmm, good. You keep letting me further and further in, Michael. I’m glad!” “Me too, actually.” I decided to just go for the answers I was looking for, making sure to hold Michael and caress him a bit more to keep him calm. “Is this what you like, Michael? I mean, I’m sure...or I guess I kind of know...that you have your ideal scenarios with being your little self. But, am I wrong in assuming this isn’t always entirely sexual for you?” “Well, um,” he stammered at first, before swallowing and speaking normally, “I’d say, 90 percent of the time, it’s sexual, or it turns sexual. So even if I’m being like held, or um, fed, or anything, I think it at some point will turn sexual, because it turns me on. But, there’s that 10 percent where this is all I want: to just be loved and cared for.” “I see, and I can understand that. And you always like being treated tenderly?” “It’s...complicated, in that department.” Michael sighed once more. “Try me. You’re in Erica’s patented safety lap. Nothing will hurt you in here.” I reassured him with my silly humor. “I like being fussed over, and talked to like...like a baby sometimes, being completely cared for and all that. Other times, I like the idea of being playfully forced into the baby role, and teased and humiliated. So nothing where it’s being done out of cruelty or to just be mean to me, but more or less, I’d struggle a bit, lose said struggle, and then be teased about my diapers and being a big baby. I’m even okay with being teased about others finding out, but I don’t actually like the idea of them finding out. Just the thought, if that makes sense.” “It does. So if you were playfully forced, as you say, and were then told that your partner was inviting all her friends over to see what a mess you made in your diaper, you’d be okay with that, as long as she didn’t actually invite them over.” “E-exactly! Ho-how…” “Internet, silly!” I smirked. “Of course.” Michael playfully rolled his eyes with a smile, fidgeting softly in my lap. “Jokes aside, that’s cool. So you like a sometimes caring, sometimes teasing, caregiver/mommy/babysitter?” I asked. “Y-yeah. Exactly. I’m not into the mean or strict scene. I also don’t do well being forced to do all things babyish...so no blocks or baby toys, no crying like a baby. I’m more into the...bottles…..and pacifiers….and diapers.” “And with the diapers, I’m guessing you use them for everything?” “Define everything.” Michael requested, leading me to confirm my suspicions. “You know, silly. Wetting…” I said slowly, making Michael nod. “Messing…” another nod. “Yes...yes…” he answered meekly. “...cumming?” “Yes...part of the fetish side, I guess. The diaper itself turns me on in addition to everything else. “Hmmm,” I winked, “I know I could just read all of this on your fetish page, but this is much more fun. You’re turned on by the diaper in any particular way?” “Dry and wet right now. Messing, not so much, as I kind of get freaked out and feel the sudden need to clean myself up right after. I don’t really mess all that much.” he explained, blushing after realizing what he’d just said. “Hey, it’s fine! I asked, didn’t I?” I kissed his rosy red cheeks. “You did.” “Mhm! And you’re doing such a good job opening up to me!” This made him smile more, letting out a quiet, “Thank you,” before kissing me back. “You’re quite welcome, mister.” I booped him on the nose, making him smile more. “So…” Michael paused. “So....?” “Now that you know all of this, I guess I’m curious. Where do you see yourself in all this? I know we like each other, and I think you’re a really wonderful person. Do you find yourself interested in the lifestyle at all, or…?” “Why, I’m so glad you asked!” I exclaimed with a smile. “Honestly? As weird as this might sound, I am interested in taking the caregiver role for a test run. Not really sure how I feel about being called Mommy or taking on the Mommy role yet, but maybe more of a naughty babysitter? I might be apt to take on the other role from there, but I want to test the waters first.” “That’s not weird. I mean, look at who you’re talking to.” Michael giggled. “But really, I’m not gonna pressure you or anything. I’m just thankful that I finally have someone to talk to about all this.” “Good!” I gave him a big hug and squeeze, making him giggle more. “Now, what shall we do next, hmm? More video games?” “Sure!” “Hmm. but I think we should get out of our day clothes.” I suggested. Little did I know, I’d regret that suggestion. “Sounds good to me. Pajamas?” Michael asked. “Pajamas, boxers...diapers, if you brought them. Whatever you’re comfortable wearing around me.” “Oh, well, I did bring some things, actually.” Michael looked towards his backpack with a smile. “Oh? And?” “I’m, um, I think I’m okay with you either seeing me in one without a blanket this time.” “Aww, yeah? Well, come on, then!” I bounced him in my lap, making him laugh. We both got up from the couch, with Michael grabbing his backpack. I led him to my room, turning the light on. “You can get dressed in here, hun.” I smiled. “If you want me to leave, I’m cool with that. I just need to get my pajamas.” “No, I think I’m okay with you being in here.” Michael said uneasily. “You’re sure?” “Yeah.” he shrugged, before plopping his backpack down and opening it up, pulling a diaper out. “D-do you mind, um, not looking while I put it on? I am still nervous about that.” The diaper shook in his hand, almost violently. “Aww, of course! Are you sure you’re okay with this? You’re shaking.” I asked once more. “What? Um, yeah! Gotta get out of my comfort zone a bit, right?” he laughed. I looked away, focusing my attention on getting out of my jeans and into my pajama bottoms. I heard some rustling, with the sound of what I assumed to be the diaper being opened up and laid out on my bed. I could then hear Michael’s belt being undone and his pants being taken off. Slowly putting my own pajamas on, I peeked from the corner of my eye at my tall dresser mirror, and I saw Michael sweating quite a bit, his hands still shaking as he carefully ripped the tabs open on each side, taping himself up. “Is it difficult getting yourself into one of those?” I asked. “Mmm, it can be sloppy sometimes. It’s more like it isn’t all that fun.” Michael explained, as I heard him struggling with the last set of tabs. “Of course, I’m having trouble with these.” I heard him sigh in frustration, and as much as I didn’t want to, I turned to look at him, lying on my bed, with a half taped up diaper around his waist. He looked...so precious. I couldn’t even describe it if I wanted to. “H-hey!” He blurted, trying to cover himself up. “I-I’m sorry, Michael. Let me help you.” I offered, pulling up my pajama bottoms before approaching him. “I’m okay, I promise. Please.” he sighed once more. Something wasn’t right. He was clearly upset. “I know I sound like a broken record, but you’re sure? I’m totally okay if you don’t want to do this.” “Positive. Thanks.” he replied in a short tone. Okayyyy… I thought to myself, turning around to let him finish. Finally, I heard him get up with a, “There. All done.” When I turned around, he stood before me in nothing but his t-shirt and diaper. I couldn’t help but smile and let out a cooing giggle, not to tease him, but because I genuinely thought he looked so stinkin’ cute! “Are you laughing at me?” Michael asked, the uneasiness growing in his voice. “What? No! I think you look adorable! Just look!” I said, standing next to him and giving him a good look at himself in the mirror. There was a long pause, his face red and his hands shaking more, before he quietly said, “I look like a fucking idiot. What the hell am I doing?” “Whoa, Michael. It’s okay.” I eased. “No it isn’t. Why do I even like this? Why did I let you in? Last time I let someone in, they made fun of me, and now I look and feel like an idiot and a freak. I’m….I’m sorry, Erica. I think I made a mistake.” “Hey, just put your clothes back on and we can talk, okay?” I tried calming him down. “I’m sorry,” he began to cry, “can you just leave the room real quick?” I nodded, legitimately worried. What happened? I thought it was going so well! What set him off? Was it my peeking? Did he catch me looking at him? I left the room, hearing him cry a bit more. Within moments, he came out of my bedroom, tears streaming down his face. “Michael, talk to me. What’s wrong?” “It’s this. No...it’s me, Erica. It’s me. I’m sorry. I have to go. I’m sorry for ruining our weekend and if you don’t want to talk to me any more for being such a weirdo, I get it. Thank you for everything.” He hurriedly put his shoes on, before grabbing his duffel bag (which I assumed had his regular clothing in it). “If I did something to upset you, I’m sorry.” I apologized. “It’s my own stupid self fucking things up again.” he cried. “Then let’s talk it out! And besides, you left your backpack in my room. Now come on. Take your shoes off and let’s talk. I’m not upset with you at all. Help me understand.” “Not now,” he replied, hurriedly opening my door and walking out, “I’m sorry. I think I need some space.” And with that, Michael left, leaving me to wonder what the hell just happened, and with his backpack stocked with a few pacifiers, a bottle, some wipes, baby powder, and three diapers. It would take a bit more digging and a whole lot of patience on my end to coax him out and figure out what was going on with him. TO BE CONTINUED I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter as well. I know I'm aiming for one chapter per week. With Christmas coming up next week, I will be out of town and that may delay my ability to post chapter 9 up in a timely fashion, so please bear with me! :)

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Good afternoon! Here's Chapter 7 for you! Glad everyone is enjoying this so far! Chapter 7 Call me a sucker, but man, Michael was too darn cute! Before he left that Wednesday night, we actually kissed! Can you believe it?! The shy, blushy Michael quietly said goodbye, before giving me a hug, and then a gentle kiss on my cheek. Of course, he immediately apologized after I smiled, asking me if that was okay, and I told him to shut up and kissed him on the cheek in return, before we kissed on the lips. Nothing crazy, but boy, is he a good kisser! And yes, he blushed afterwards and said we'd figure out when to hang out again soon. It wasn't long before we did, either! We went on a few little dates here and there, ranging from fast-food restaurants to just perusing stores. I didn't want him to think the entire point of our get-together was to make him constantly talk about the whole diaper thing, but I knew getting to know each other a little more would make it much easier for him. Plus, I sometimes overthink things, and began to wonder just what might be needed to make Michael comfortable enough to wear a diaper or act more little around me. I highly doubted that he'd at some point just lie back and let me undress him before putting a diaper around his waist; we'd probably need to at least see each other naked first! That is...if he chose to go that far with me (and I hoped he would!). Between our little outings, we texted and chatted on the phone nearly every night, and Michael's disposition seemed much more relaxed each and every time. However, he always blushed, or giggled, or spoke shyly, whenever I would make little diaper references, or tease him with my sing-song voice. I told him that he'd better never get used to those things, not telling him that seeing his reaction just made me gush over him more. I'll admit that while I told myself I wouldn't get too attached too quickly, I was falling for Michael pretty quickly, and not just because of his blushy red cheeks. He spoke to me like I mattered, always paying attention to the littlest details and being interested in what I had to say. Even with his shy nature, he always smiled and made little random compliments about what I was wearing. I sent him a picture on a colder than usual day, and made a comment on how great my “wolf-skin boots” were (that's what he called them. They're literally boots with the faux fur showing at the top. Apparently he thought they were cool). I mean, nobody did that before, aside from the “ur hot” or “i bet ur cuter naked lol.” Guys, while there are women who are okay with being talked to that way, I will tell you now that a majority of us don't like that, especially if you can't use decent grammar or say something more thoughtful. Anyway, back to me and Michael. Yeah, I was a sucker for the guy, and I had a means of testing the waters a little more with him. He had asked me to come over for dinner and a movie on Friday night. “I was thinking maybe just ordering take-out and we can talk and maybe just rent something online?” Michael asked. “Porn?” I joked. “What? No, I don't-damn it, I fell for it again, didn't I?” he sighed with a laugh. One thing I noticed about Michael: he wasn't the best at realizing when a joke was made, and would sometimes fall for the bait and start defending himself. And I mean, almost every time. “You did fall for it again,” I giggled, “but nah, that sounds good.” So, that Friday night at 6, I showed up at Michael's place; a cozy apartment with a very similar layout to mine, except his had an extra room (his “computer room / guest bedroom” as he called it. I chose to wear a French vanilla-colored sweater and a lacy purple bra, with some very dark blue jeans and sneakers. Nothing fancy, but I didn't need to be fancy to enact the plan! We of course kissed and hugged for quite some time before actually eating dinner. Michael loved it when I ran my nails along the back of his neck, to a point where he'd stop dead in his tracks and lean forward slightly, almost in a trance...something I would use to my advantage in the future. Michael ordered a Friday night staple meal: pepperoni pizza, chicken wings, and some sodas. He insisted he pay for everything; another action that some of the guys I dated in the past seemed to never offer. Dinner went on as one would expect: giggling, telling stories about what happened at work, which movie we wanted to watch that night. After dinner, I poured myself a half glass of root beer with zero intention of drinking any of it. You see, as we headed to Michael's living room to pick out a movie, I conveniently spilled the root beer all over my shirt, letting out a quiet, “Aw, damn it.” “Oh, no!” Michael gasped when he realized what I'd done. “Ahh, my fault for being so clumsy. This is all wet, though! Doesn't look like I spilled it on your floor, thank God. I hate to be a bother, Michael, but do you have a shirt I could maybe borrow?” “It's no bother at all,” he replied, heading down his hallway, “I've got plenty of shirts you can borrow.” I nodded, following close behind him, stifling a grin. We made our way into Michael's bedroom, and I stood in the way of his doorway, letting out a sigh, followed by a, “I can't believe I did this.” “Hey, it's okay. At least we're here, right? Not like it happened while we were out somewhere.” Michael reassured me, before digging through his closet. “Um, were you wearing a shirt underneath that one?” “Maybe? Why do you ask?” I played dumb. “Well, I can lend you a hoodie and a short-sleeved shirt, just in case the soda made it through both layers.” “Good point. And no, I've only got this sweater and my bra.” With a blush and nod, Michael pulled a large blue t-shirt and a gray hoodie out of his closet, gently smiling and handing them over to me. “You can go in the bathroom to get changed, if you-” “-we're adults, Michael. It's fine.” I interrupted, quickly peeling off my soda-soaked sweater. “O-oh! Okay! Um, wasn't expecting that!” I heard Michael stammer. I gently hung my sweater on Michael's doorknob, before seeing that Michael had his head turned, in what I assumed was out of respect for my privacy. Again: so. Freaking. Cute! There was no way he'd turn his head, not even to sneak a peek. “Michael.” “Erica? Are you done?” he asked, still keeping focus away from me as I held onto the shirt and hoodie. “Michael.” I repeated. “What?” Still not even a glance. “Michael!” I jokingly yelled, startling him and making him quickly turn his head. “Are you-o-oh! Jeez!” Michael's eyes widened as he saw my C-cup breasts hidden beneath my purple bra. “I thought you were done. I'm sorry!” “Michael, stop. It's fine. You can look!” I giggled. “Relax!” He nodded shyly, eyes still wide, not moving from his position near the closet. “You just gonna stand there, or are you gonna c'mere and kiss me?” I asked in a more seductive tone. Michael came a little closer, quietly whispering, “Oh, my,” as he did so. I chuckled softly, pulling him towards me when he came within reach. “Pulled you a bit out of your comfort zone, huh?” I smirked, making sure his body pressed against mine. “J-just a bit. You spilled that soda on purpose, didn't you?” “What gives you that impression?” “You're so....so...” “I'm so what?” I asked, before Michael leaned in, pressing his lips against mine, his arms making their way around my hips. “You. You're so you.” Michael said between kisses. I tossed the shirts he gave me to the floor, before gently unbuttoning the shirt he was wearing, all without breaking away from our makeout session. And was he a fantastic kisser! My lips, my neck, my shoulders, my chest...everywhere he kissed me felt amazing. Something about those soft lips of Michael's sent chills down my spine. The bulge forming in his pants told me he was getting very turned on, and so was I. I used my nails to gently scratch the back of his head, and his neck, and his shoulders and back, making his body arch softly. It wasn't long before we were on his bed, the two of us gently but passionately kissing one another and taking turns with who was on top. It was as if something just took over the two of us, consumed by the heat of the moment. While on top of Michael, I gently undid my bra, asking him, “Is it safe to say you're okay with this?” “I am, but is it weird if I tell you I'm not ready for sex yet?” Michael said, stopping his barrage of kisses momentarily. Something told me he'd say that, but I didn't let it ruin the moment, as I respected that in a guy. Not to mention, that wasn't my plan for the night to begin with. Didn't mean I couldn't toy with him a bit, though! “A bit unexpected, but not weird at all,” I chuckled, tossing my bra, leaving my top half completely naked, “I'm not quite ready for that, either. I am enjoying this quite a bit, though. Do you want to stop, or are you okay with some other...activities?” “Oh, me too,” Michael said, his hands slowly reaching up to my breasts, before gently caressing them, his fingertips brushing across my nipples, “and I-I'm okay with other things.” “Good! You like these, huh?” I asked coyly, gently jiggling my boobs. “Very much.” Michael admitted, nodding before I leaned down to kiss him. “Hmmm, yeah?” I giggled, “You're a boob man, Michael?” “Y-yeah, boob and ass.” Michael smiled shyly, his hands still gently making their way along my breasts, sending more shivers down my spine. “I see,” I whispered, “and what do you want to do with these, hmmm?” Michael said nothing at first, instead reaching for them once more, but I playfully pushed his hands away. “Ah, ah, ah,” I giggled, “I want you to tell me, mister.” “I want,” Michael said, pausing and tongue-tied for a moment, “I want to, um...I'm, I'm sorry, I've never been good at this. Some bad experiences in the past, and all.” Wow...what did his ex do to him? I asked myself, feeling sorry for Michael. “Hey, don't sweat it,” I smiled, not wanting to break the mood, “I've got an idea.” I slid off of Michael, sidling up next to him, kissing his cheek and lips, before tracing my nails along his bare chest and stomach. I then leaned in and whispered in a gentle but authoritative tone, “Michael, I want you to whisper in my ear what you want to do. I will not laugh, or get upset, or anything like that. I see those blushy little cheeks of yours, and let me tell you, it is so freakin' cute and hot at the same time, watching you blush. Can you do that for me? Hmm?” His eyes widened, his body wiggling quite a bit (probably from the embarrassment), but he nodded and bit his lip, before finally leaning up towards my ear and whispering, “I've always wanted to try suckling on them.” I had a feeling he'd say something along those lines, given his lifestyle preferences, and given that my boobs were practically begging him to have a go at them. While I'd never had anyone suckle on them before, I'd had guys in the past kiss them and tease them with their hands and fingers. “Mmm, is that so? And you've never done it before?” “No,” Michael admitted, “and it-it's okay if you don't wanna try it. I hope I wasn't too straightforward.” “Silly boy,” I sang, “I told you to tell me, and you did! I'll admit that I've never actually experienced it, either, but there's a first time for everything. And see? You're letting me in just a little more.” “So, is that a yes?” Michael asked with hints of eagerness and hesitation in his voice. “Yes,” I giggled, propping myself up against Michael's headboard, using a pillow for cushioning, “but I am hoping you can do something for me when we're done here.” “Oh?” Biting my lip softly, I looked down at Michael and said, “If you're feeling brave, I'd like to see what your diapers look like.” “O-on me?” he blushed. “Well, I mean, ideally, yes. But if that's too much right now, you can at least show some to me.” I kept my eyes locked on Michael's, smiling to again show him I wasn't there to judge, nor belittle, nor cruelly embarrass him (teasingly embarrassing him was another story). Putting one of my hands in his, I gave him a squeeze. “I'll try my best.” Michael nodded with a shy smile. “I won't be mad if you get too nervous...now c'mere.” Michael's breathing got a little heavier, his lips quivering and shaking as he curled up towards my left nipple. I kept whispering to him that it was okay, even gently running my fingers through his hair as his lips got ever closer to their destination. Finally, I felt him gently latch on, as his hands found their way on my shoulder and on my right breast. I held my left breast up for him as my other hand held the back of his head gently, and suddenly, I felt the slow, suckling rhythm from his lips, as well as his tongue dancing and swirling across my very hard nipple. I couldn't help but moan. Never having done this before, it didn't feel weird or awkward one bit. Rather, it was both comforting and arousing for me. “No biting now,” I huffed between moans, kissing the top of Michael's head as he suckled more, “God, that feels so good.” My breasts and nipples were always pretty sensitive to stimuli, but holy hell! Why hadn't I tried this sooner?! I was so wet and turned on! After some time, Michael gently switched to my other nipple, his suckling and licking feeling just as amazing. He didn't bite, either! I was afraid I may have had to give him a warning smack, but he was so good at it. “You've never done this before?” I moaned softly. “No,” Michael moaned back, his hands gently kneading my shoulder and breast, “never.” “You're freaking great at it.” “Good.” The suckling went on for a few more moments, both of us quite aroused from the whole ordeal. I knew we weren't ready for actual sex yet, but I wanted this to end on a very naughty note, especially for Michael. Leaning down, I whispered, “I wanna do something else for you. Just tell me if you want me to stop.” Michael simply nodded his head, and I gently got up from his bed, removing my jeans, leaving me just in my lacy purple panties. I then positioned Michael on his back, gently unbuttoning his jeans and undoing the zipper, before yanking at them, sliding them off with his help. “You okay?” I asked. “Very.” With a smile, I removed Michael's boxers as well, leaving him entirely naked on his bed, his fully erect member in plain view. I didn't hear any questions from him, so I continued, gently kneeling between Michael's legs before taking his member in my mouth, bobbing in both slow and fast motions, with my tongue swirling about the tip and my teeth ever gently brushing along his shaft. Michael's hands made their way down to my shoulders, kneading me with each motion, soft moans becoming more apparent the more I sucked. “Erica,” Michael whispered, “I'm gonna-” “-thanks for the warning.” I whispered, before finishing him off. Michael gasped loudly, and I waited until he stopped cumming before getting up, a smile on my face. He looked at me, spent from the ordeal and with a big grin. This was perfect! I saw him naked (yes, I know he didn't see me fully naked, but that's besides the point) and he agreed to try to show me, and maybe even wear around me, one of his diapers! I hoped he'd keep up his end of the agreement. “Did you like that?” I smirked. “Oh God, yes.” “Good.” I giggled, before cuddling up with Michael. “I figured you would.” “Where did you learn how to do that?” “Internet.” I chuckled, causing Michael to laugh as well before he kissed me. We stayed that way for a little while, until he finally said, “Well, do you want to watch a movie?” “Sounds good to me!” We both got up from his bed, Michael grabbing his boxers before wandering off to his bathroom to clean himself up since he got just a little messy. I quickly got dressed, and before long, Michael re-entered his bedroom, pulling me into a hug. “What was that for?” I giggled, hugging him back. “Just because.” he responded, making me smile. Such a damn cutie! He then put his shirt back on, and I thought he'd go to put his jeans on, when instead, he went to his closet, fumbling around for something. I could hear various boxes shuffling around. I was about to ask what he was doing, when he gently looked over at me, a thick, white, disposable diaper in his hands. He shook and smiled as he showed it to me, and I motioned for him to come closer, sitting the two of us on the bed. “Hey,” I smiled, “it's okay. I know it's scary, but it's okay. Look, I'm right here, right?” “Y-yeah, it's just, this is the first time I'm showing someone. And I'm scared but I didn't want to disappoint you.” “Awwwwww,” I cooed, “you didn't disappoint me one bit! How brave of you! And this looks so cute!” I gently ran my fingers along the outside of the diaper, hearing a slight plastic/vinyl sound as I did so. We both giggled at this, and I gently guided Michael's hands to open the diaper so I could feel the inside. It was nearly identical to a baby's diaper, just much bigger. Michael's hands still shook, but I took one of his in mine and held onto it tightly, again showing him I wasn't mad or upset or freaked out. All of the research I'd done, along with knowing that Michael was a good guy, made this much easier than I thought. That, and it just made me even more curious about the whole thing! The breastfeeding was just a taste! “These feel pretty soft!” I observed. “They are!” Michael said excitedly with a blush, before pausing and looking a little unhappy. “Hey, what's wrong?” “Nah, it's just,” he paused, “kinda hard to believe that I've got someone right here who's being so cool about it. Last person I showed was just awful, yelling at me and telling me how sick I was. Forget everything good about me, right?” “Some people are just really stupid. Most of the people who judge about things they don't understand have some of their own skeletons they'd be afraid of sharing with others. Plus, karma's a bitch.” “That it is,” Michael laughed, “but this is just so...you don't even know how much I appreciate this right now.” “Well I appreciate you, Michael. You're a pretty great guy!” We smiled and kissed, both of us still gently holding onto the diaper. “So...movie?” I giggled. “Oh, yes! Definitely.” “And, what about this?” I asked, holding up the diaper, making him blush again. “A-actually,” Michael looked down, “I think I want to try wearing in front of you, but...” “Michael,” I playfully scolded, “it's me, Erica! Just tell me what you want.” “...um, I don't think I'm ready for you to put me in one yet. And, um, would you be okay if I had a blanket over it while we watch a movie? Just for now. I think it might make it easier and make me feel less self-conscious about it.” “That,” I said before kissing his cheek, “is perfectly fine. I'll start up the movie, and you do whatever you need to, okay?” “Okay, thank you.” Michael smiled with a huge blush. I nodded before going back to the living room to set everything up. It only took about five minutes for Michael to come out of his room. He was in jeans and held onto a blanket, but the audible sound his pants made gave him away; he was wearing a diaper, alright! I sat on the one end of the couch, waiting for him to sit next to me. He quickly undid his jeans, sliding them down before opening up the blanket and wrapping it around his waist. When he sat down, another audible crinkle could be heard, making us both giggle. “Comfy?” I asked. “Yes. You?” “Almost,” I said, before putting my arms around Michael, cuddling him close, “there. Comfy!” With a smile, we started the movie, with Michael wiggling happily every so often. My hands gently ran along his sides, his back, and occasionally, his diaper. Not the front of it, mind you, but more along the waist and the bottom. I looked down at him as I did this, just to get an idea of how he felt about it. He merely looked back up at me with a genuine smile and blush, wiggling each time my fingers traced around his waist and diapered waistband. I'll admit that it felt kind of nice and made me smile as well, each time my hand touched the fabric. I even noticed that whenever my hand got closer to Michael's diapered bottom, that he'd wiggle that quite a bit as well. I smirked whenever he did this, even opting to give his bottom a few light pats when he did so. Of course, he blushed once more, but he also smiled quite widely. I even occasionally cooed at him, just to see what he'd do. You know, the whole, “awww someone's comfy!” or “you're such a cutie pie!” This would make him red in an instant, which would then make me smile even more. The rest of our night together went on like that: pats, finger traces, coos, smiles, and cuddles. That was the first time I'd seen somebody truly happy, with me playing a huge role in getting them to reach that point. And let me tell you, it was one of the most rewarding experiences I'd ever felt. I knew this would make exploring the rest of the lifestyle easier for both of us!

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Hey everyone! It's a new week, which means it's time for the next chapter! Here is Chapter 6! Chapter 6 Following our phone call, nothing really mattered to me other than meeting with Michael on Wednesday night. Sure, there was no telling how the night would go, but I remained optimistic, and so freakin' eager! There'd be so many questions to ask, so many fine details to get out of Michael, so many things to explore! Monday and Tuesday dragged on, but Michael and I texted each other throughout. I'd sent him my address and made him promise he wouldn't go all serial killer on me, to which he responded with a, “If you've got a box of Buccaneer Bites cereal, I might kill that if I'm hungry enough. Is that okay?” The puns killed (and kill) me. I must've asked him at least 20 times if he was still okay about the whole thing, and he kept saying that he was, before asking me if I was okay with it. I let him know I was, as well. It did make me curious to know what exactly he wanted, though. Did he want a mommy? A babysitter? A nice, loving caregiver? A mean, dominant, humiliatrix? A mixture traits? Depending on what he wanted, would I be able to fit into that role if it got to that point? I'm a pretty kick-ass babysitter, if I say so myself. I'm not usually overly coddling or doting, but the kids and babies in my care in the past have all seemed to like me a lot. As far as dominance goes, I'm not the most dominant woman by any means, but I can adapt to roles pretty quickly, and the idea of being in control of a grown man did captivate me quite a bit! When Wednesday finally arrived, work went surprisingly fast for me. Michael, on the other hand, kept sending sad face emoticons and telling me how quiet it was at the store. At one point, I send a, “Cheer up, buttercup!” text, in which he argued that he wasn't a buttercup. I countered that by replying with, “That's right! You're an itty bitty baby bear!”, and the blushing smileys flooded my phone. Such an easy target! After work was done, I honestly didn't prep too much for Michael's visit; no sexy outfit, no incense to brighten the mood. Just my dark blue jeans, long sleeve shirt, and light brown vest. It wasn't really a date, and I tend to keep my place pretty clean, save for some random utensil in the sink that I randomly choose not to wash, despite washing every other dish in the same sink. Hey, I'm weird, remember? Anyway, Michael showed up exactly at 6:30; not a minute earlier, not a minute later. Three shy knocks at my door told me it was him. When I opened the door, he had a smile on his face but still seemed flustered, a backpack slung over his shoulder. “Hey, Erica,” Michael said, short of breath, “sorry if I'm late. Stupid traffic. I swear I'm almost always early to everything.” “Michael, it's fine,” I giggled, “you're literally right on time!” “Oh, good. Sorry again. I get antsy when I think I'm running late, and I don't text while driving or anything like that.” “Hey, it's okay. Don't be sorry. You're here and you're safe! Welcome to my humble abode!” I motioned for him to come into my apartment, closing the door behind him. My place isn't too big. The entrance leads right into the living room, and there's a small kitchen and dining area on one end. Add a small hallway leading to a bathroom, my bedroom, and a linen closet, and you've got my place! Michael took a deep breath, sighing in relief as he gently set his backpack down. “W-want me to take off my shoes?” he asked. “I'm not too picky. But I mean, if you think you're going to run out of here in a while, you can keep them on to make it easier.” I winked, leaning in to give Michael another hug. “It's good to see you again!” “You, too! Glad Wednesday night finally got here.” he replied, giving me a warm hug back. “It's been kind of a slow but stressful past few days.” “I can definitely agree with the slow part Monday and yesterday! Sorry to hear it's been stressful for you, though. Just make yourself comfy and we'll just relax. You want something to drink? I've got coffee, water, tea, juice....” “Water would be great, please. Coffee after 5PM keeps me up all night.” Michael got himself situated on the couch, carefully observing my place and looking at the various photos and art pieces on the walls. “Like 'having to pee every 10 minutes' up all night, or 'I'm jittery and my heart is beating like crazy' up all night?” I chuckled, grabbing two cups for both of us and filling them up with water. “Both, really.” Michael laughed. “If I do a small cup at night, it won't kill me, but it'll make me stay up a bit longer than usual. Here you go.” I headed back over to the living room, handing Michael his drink as I sat next to him with my own glass. We weren't within cuddling range, but were definitely close to each other! “Now don't spill it.” I joked. “I'm a bit of a klutz, so I'll do my best not to!” Michael giggled before sipping his water, grabbing a coaster from the endtable and setting the glass upon it. “Good boy!” I exclaimed, making Michael's face turn red. “What? I hardly said anything embarrassing!” “I can't help it. I blush easily.” Michael said bashfully. “So I've noticed,” I laughed, “good thing you're so cute!” “Stop...” Michael turned even redder, laughing a bit before reaching for his water in an effort to distract himself from my comment. “What? It's true! I'm surprised nobody's either stuck you in their pocket or eaten you up yet!” “Guess I either don't taste good or aren't a good enough fit in someone's pocket.” Time for Erica's therapy session! I thought to myself. “Why do you think that is?” “Because I'm not enough of a jerk, and that's what chicks like.” Michael said in a serious tone and with a blank stare. Was he for real? “Wait, what?” I asked, right before Michael burst into a fit of laughter. “I kid, I kid,” he laughed more, “just using humor as a means of segwaying into something I don't like talking about.” “Hey,” I inched a little closer to Michael, putting my hand in his, “it's okay. I told you I'd be patient, and I'm not going anywhere.” “I know, thank you. I'm sure you've read pretty much all I've posted on the forum, but...it isn't the same, you know? Like, sure, it's great to have some kind of community to get some support, but it is extremely difficult having nobody in real life to relate to, or to talk to, or to just be myself around.” “And that's all you've wanted?” “Every single day, that's all I've wanted,” Michael continued, “and I tried...I really tried to compromise with myself that, maybe if I met the right person, that I'd be able to put all this fetish stuff behind me. Or, maybe if they at least acknowledged it so I'd stop having to feel guilty about hiding something from them.” “How long have you known? Your profile says it's been a long time, but you never really specified.” I asked, feeling Michael's hand take a firmer hold of mine. “Um, really young. Probably about 5 or 6 years old. I didn't really explore any of it until high school, then stopped for a while in college after I got too anxious about not wanting to get caught. When I did come back around to it, it wasn't long before I started dating Jackie, and when I finally mustered up the courage to tell her, she laughed and said it was the stupidest thing she'd ever heard of. She literally thought I was joking, then got upset when she found out I wasn't. Kinda left a bad taste in my mouth for a while. I only started getting back into the lifestyle about a year ago.” “Jeez, you poor thing!” I consoled Michael, giving his back a soft rub. “H-hey, I made it this far, right?” his lips quivered, “I got through most of my life not telling anyone, and I got through college, and I got a good job...” Call me strange, but to me, it wasn't just Michael hurting in that moment. It was his soul. Poor guy had clearly been through some tough times over the years. Could you imagine feeling a sense of guilt about something for that long? He looked like he was about to cry! “Nobody can fault you for that, Michael. You did what you thought was right and out of necessity. It's why I don't tell most people about my hobby. People have been running the other way a lot, or they just do the whole, 'you shouldn't be doing that,' nonsense.” “And you never felt the absolute need to tell someone to get it off your chest?” “Well, sure I did. And I have, and it's come back to bite me a few times. I may have come off as spunky and intimidating, but it doesn't mean I haven't been hurt before, and it doesn't mean I should have to change who I am or what I do.” “That's my problem. I told myself for so long that I didn't need to tell anyone, and when I did, it just...didn't turn out the way I thought it would.” “Unfortunately, some people aren't as understanding as others.” “Yeah, and they like to tear you down over something small that they don't understand, rather than take for account all the good things in a person.” “People suck!” I chuckled. “Most people suck.” Michael countered. “And then there are people like you who seem so chill about everything. It's like you're something out of a dream.” “Ha,” I laughed, “I'm chill about some things. Other things send me off the deep end rather quickly. But, for stuff like this, and for people like you, I like to keep an open mind. I kind of have to. The internet has exposed me to far too much to live life in a bubble. And maybe I am from a dream, Michael! Maybe this whole experience is in your head, and you're gonna wake up in bed and it'll actually be last Friday!” “W-what? You're such a...” Michael paused, hesitant to complete his sentence. “No, you started the sentence, now finish it.” I scolded playfully. “...a dork...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have sai-” he stammered, blushing as I put a finger to his lips playfully. “Shhh. Don't apologize. Say what's on your mind! I'm not gonna get offended.” “I'll work on that. And thank you, Erica. You made me feel a bit better. I have a lot on my chest.” Michael smiled, looking as if he wanted to hug me but again, was hesitant. “Ohhh, come here, you goof.” I sang, opening my arms and pulling him into a hug. “I'm glad I can make you feel better! I told you the more honest and open you are, the easier it'll be to let me in, didn't I?” “That you did.” Michael sighed happily, gently pulling away from the hug. “It'll take some getting used to.” “Hmm, yeah. And don't forget that I told you'd I'd be pulling you out of your comfort zone a bit...” I smirked. “That you did...” Michael repeated. “Which reminds me. I see you brought a backpack with you.” “Yeahh, I brought it with me.” Michael smiled shyly. He was definitely warming up to me more quickly than I'd hoped. Even letting me in just that tiny bit seemed to do the trick. “And what, pray tell, is in said backpack?” I grinned. “I-I don't want to spoil the surprise.” “Ohhh, someone has a surprise in their backpack for me?” I playfully cooed, watching Michael's face glow. “Yeah...” he said quietly. “Hmm, well at least it isn't a surprise in your pants!” I winked, making him blush even more. “Sorry, was that too soon?” “Hehe, um, no. Just not used to being talked to like that.” Michael meeped. Ah! He was so freakin' adorable! I couldn't stand it! I wanted to squeeze him! “Well, if you're okay with it, I'll keep doing it! Not like, all the time, because that'd just be a bit overkill.” “I guess so.” “Ah, ah, ah,” I tsked, “no guessing. You can tell me if you don't want me to do it.” “Well, I do, but as long as it isn't out in public or anything.” “But anywhere private is fair game?” I smirked once more. “I gu-I mean, yes.” “Good! Now, about that backpack...whatcha got in there?” Michael went over to grab his backpack, then brought it back over to the couch, sitting before plopping it down in his lap. “Actually, I brought two things.” he said quietly with a smile. “Oh? You did?! Goodness!” I beamed, making his little red cheeks burn even more. “Y-yeah. But, I was wondering if maybe you could show me something in return?” Uh oh. Where was this going? Was he one of those pervs in disguise? Did he want to see my panties? My bra? Me nude? That'd be a bit of a dealbreaker for me. I did my best not to jump to conclusions, and rolled with it. “What did you have in mind, Michael? Nothing naughty, I hope!” “No, actually,” Michael smiled, “I really want to see your rig. You talked it up so much that I'm gonna go crazy if I don't see what your setup looks like.” A nerd after my own heart! I couldn't help but smile and giggle, nodding my head. “And here I wondered if you were asking for something scandalous! That's more than fair! Deal! Now, the backpack...” I eyed the bag intently, smiling as my curiosity begged to be quelled. “You are overly excited about this! That's so cute.” Michael chuckled, slowly opening his bag. “That's me. A whole 61 inches of socially awkward, ass-kickin' cuteness.” I said with a hint of sarcasm. Would Michael catch on, or would he think I was downplaying myself and come to my rescue? “Good. Now that we have that settled...” Michael smirked, giving me a light nudge before reaching into his backpack. “Smart ass.” I giggled, my eyes not leaving the bag. Hurry the hell up, man! My mind screamed, watching as he revealed the first item: a green baby bottle. The bottle had little cartoon caterpillars and butterflies of various colors on it, each one with a happy smile. I gushed at the site, even as the bottle shook lightly in Michael's hand. He'd clearly never shown anyone this before! “Awwww, my goodness,” I beamed, “I know you know that I know, but I want to hear you say it. Do you drink out of this?” “Yeah. I mean, not all the time, but when I'm in the mood to.” his voice shook and his rate of speech increased. “Ohh, so more when you're feeling like it? I can't imagine it's all that fun to hold on your own, either, huh?” “Well, if I'm feeling more little than excited, I'll drink from it. But you're right. It isn't as fun holding it myself.” “Excited?” I asked, confused. “You know...excited?” Michael said again, before whispering, “Like turned on?” “Ohhhh,” I giggled, “well how was I supposed to know they were one in the same? Now I know for the future! And why don't you just say turned on?” “I don't know,” Michael looked away shyly, “I guess I'm not one to talk that way out loud. Never really have outside of more intimate moments, you know?” “Makes sense.” I shrugged, telling myself that if we got as far as getting into the roles, that I'd break him of that habit rather quickly. “And I totally get why it isn't as fun holding the bottle on y our own. Most babies are fed by someone.” “E-exactly! It's a more tender moment to be fed, in my opinion.” “Ohh, mine too, Michael,” I smiled, “I think feeding babies is so cute...spit-up aside, of course.” “Can't say I blame you there.” Michael giggled. He was about to place the bottle back into his bag, but I stopped him, motioning for him to put it on the coffee table instead. It was a means of showing him this wasn't just an “I saw it and I'm done with it,” session, but rather, I was truly interested....and oddly turned on by his blushing and light squirming and hesitation to speak clearly. What else could he have brought with him? A pacifier? A onesie? A stuffed animal? A diaper? Michael slowly reached into his backpack once more, as I folded my hands in anticipation, like a kid waiting to open her birthday present. Finally, the big reveal: a bottle of baby powder. With a blush, Michael showed it to me, making me smile even wider. “Powder, huh? I bet it smells nice, too!” I smiled, gently twisting the cap and giving the bottle a squeeze to let a little puff out so I could smell it, all while Michael still held onto it. “Mmmm, smells so good!” “Y-yeah. It's, uh, well you probably know, but it's a bit of a trigger for me. Like if I'm starting to feel little, I associate the smell with that and it helps get me in the right mindset.” “Good to know,” I winked, “and does it turn you on, too?” “It can,” he said quietly, “if I'm starting to feel that way, the smell does something to my body that triggers that part of me, too. I guess maybe it's because it's embarrassing and humiliating, but also because it's something I associate with the fetish.” “Makes sense! And I'm sure smelling that while in a diaper only makes it more prevalent, huh?” I asked. “Obviously, haha.” Michael giggled shyly. “Awwwww, you're so red! I can't stand it! Makes me want to pinch those cheeks!” I sang once more, making Michael hide half of his face with a pillow. Opting not to show any mercy, I did just that, taking a light hold of his left cheek and giving it a little pinch. This made Michael giggle furiously, and turn a shade of red I never thought humanly possible. It was easily one of the most adorable things I'd seen! “Y-you're killing me!” Michael chuckled, still hiding his face. “Aww, well I don't see you resisting all that much! I'm guessing this whole letting me in thing is okay with you, then?” I asked. “It's beginning to feel that way. And, um, thank you again,” Michael said as he regained his composure, giving me a warm smile, “I'm not used to this at all.” “Me neither! Well, exploring this lifestyle with someone, that is. It's kinda fun so far!” “You mean it?” “I do, I do!” I smiled, “And as I've said for what feels like the hundredth time, we will go as far as you're comfortable going. I'm warming up to you quite nicely, Michael.” “And I'm warming up to you as well, Erica.” “Good! Now, put that baby powder down,” I instructed, standing up and taking hold of Michael's hand, “I'll give you special VIP access to my rig.” Michael smiled and nodded, setting the baby powder down and taking my hand, as I led him to my bedroom. I won't bore you with the details of my rig, but I will say that I've never seen someone so giddy over a PC in my life. Between Michael's, “Oh, my Gods” and “This is incredibles”, was a man that I was taking quite a liking to, even as we discussed such nerdy things like computer components. This was a man that I could tell felt genuinely happy around me, and that really didn't have any ulterior motive to be interacting with me. He was just a guy in need of someone, and I found myself wanting to be that someone. And together, we would explore the rabbit hole even further than I thought Michael would allow.

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Thank you for all the feedback! I hope everyone had a great weekend! Here is Chapter 5: Chapter 5 Sliding my phone screen to the right, I picked up the phone and answered with a, “Oh, hey, Michael!” “H-hi, Erica,” Michael's voice could be heard on the other line, “how are you?” “Good! I mean, a little surprised you called me, but good!” There was a pretty long pause; an awkward silence just begging to be broken. “I'll admit that I almost didn't.” “Can't say I blame you,” I sighed, “sorry if I was being insensitive. You have every right to be mad, or upset, or...whatever, with me.” “I'm not really mad, but I feel like my privacy was invaded. Aside from one person I've told, nobody has ever figured it out.” “My counter to that is that nothing on the internet is truly private. Yes, I agree that maybe I dug a little too deep, but it's just what I do. And I know it scares so many people away and freaks people out. But, you did start my curiosity, you know.” “How so?” “When you first helped me. I thought I saw, maybe even heard, something crinkly around your waist. I didn't mean to look, but it was just, like, there. And I've babysat enough in my life to know what a diaper sounds like.” I heard Michael giggle a bit on the other end of the phone conversation, practically sensing his embarrassment. “Hey, I got you to laugh!” I giggled back. “Y-yeah, you did. And I mean, that's fair. Kind of my fault for choosing to do something stupid like that.” Michael sighed. “Stupid? No. Risky? Yes. You were having a bad week and clearly this is something you like to do as a form of stress relief. And hey, guess what? I didn't run, did I? Nor did I judge you or say or do anything awful. And I'm not going to do any of those things. If anything, your risky business made me do more research on the lifestyle.” “How did you know I was having a bad we-” “-Internet, silly!” I smirked, letting out another chuckle. “Social media and your fetish community are fountains of knowledge!” “O-oh...and you're not freaked out by any of it?” “It's strange, but not in a bad way. I told you earlier that I was pretty familiar with most kinks. This is something that I was aware of, but didn't know much about. I'm curious and intrigued, by both you and your kink. I mean, sure, I did some research after our first encounter, but look! I now have a direct source!” I hoped my calmness about the whole situation would quell Michael's uneasiness. He didn't sound as tense as our conversation continued. There was another long pause before Michael spoke once more. “That's true. So, now what happens?” “Hmmm, what do you want to happen? Do you want to go our separate ways and pretend this never happened? Would you like us to continue talking while still pretending this particular thing never happened? Do you want to let me into this other life you lead?” “Honestly, I'm not sure. What do you want to happen, Erica?” “Being that you find me oddly comforting, I'm definitely okay if you want to let me into that little head of yours. But, I'm mature enough to understand if you'd rahter I didn't come in.” “And,” Michael paused, “if I let you in, h-how far in do you want to go? This is just so new and unreal for me, you know? Just having someone like you show up and acting so cool about everything. I feel pretty exposed.” “As far as you want me to go, Michael. I told you before that I can tell when people need someone to lean on. If you just want to talk about everything or anything, I'm fine with that. If we go further and you're feeling brave enough to let me in a little further, and want me to hold you, and comfort you a bit, that's also okay. If you trust me enough to really get into this with you, then I'll try to take care of you as best I can.” “Don't take this the wrong way, Erica, but really? You're that carefree about it all?” “I can honestly say that I am. I do like you, Michael. Doesn't mean I'm ready for a full blown relationship or anything like that, but I'm not afraid of exploring and seeing where this goes. Who knows? It might be the start of something absolutely amazing. Conversely, it may not lead to anything serious, but could still be the start of a very interesting and long-lasting friendship. Or, it could even possibly lead to nothing at all. We might just fizzle out and have nothing to connect to any more. There's only one way to find out, though. Why bother asking what might happen if there's clearly an opportunity to see what will?” “Maybe because I've been hurt before.” “You're not the only one. I've been called dozens of things and have been rejected before for being me. It sucks, and it takes some time to get over, but I'm not changing who I am for someone else. Then I'd just be lying to myself.” “And you're not afraid of hurting someone else?” “No, because it isn't in my blood to intentionally hurt other people. Unless they deserve it, of course. People have a tendency of not being mature enough to know when to let go of someone or something that isn't good for them. But again, what better way to know if we should hang onto something than to experience it firsthand?” “I've never really thought about that before.” “It's a good thing you called then, huh?” I giggled, Micharl giggling in agreement. “So, what do you say? How would you like this to proceed?” Anohter long pause gave me the indication that Michael was hesitant to take a leap of faith with me. I didn't want to spoil all the fun by telling him what I would do if he chose to let me into his little secret. Truthfully, I smiled at the mere thought of his various reactions to me softly teasing him about his diapers, seeing that little blushy face of his when I'd ask him if he was hungry, or thirsty, or if he needed something and would make him tell me. What on Earth was going on with me?! I never got that excited or looked so forward to something before! “If you need some time to think about it,” I continued, “I understand. I'm not going to force your hand either way.” “I,” Michaeal stammered on the other line, “I think I want to let you in. Just, please be patient. Can you promise me that?” “Of course I can. Doesn't mean I won't always pull you a little bit outside of your comfort zone, though. And thank you for trusting me, Michael. I promise you won't regret this.” “Once again, this is so weird, but something in your voice just tells me I can trust you. I don't know what it is. But, what now?” “Hmm...what now? Well, I'm sure we both have work this week, but maybe one night I can either go over there or have you come over here and we can talk more? The more you talk about it with me, the easier it'll be to let me in.” “That sounds good. Maybe Wednesday night?” Michael suggested. “Works for me! And this is so ridiculously cliche and I don't mean this to sound like it's anything sexual at the moment, but my place, or yours?” I asked, failing to fight the urge to make it not sound sexual. This made Michael laugh, responding with an, “At the moment?” “Hey, anything is possible! We might grow to like each other more one day, you know?” “Fair enough. Um, well I don't really care if you want to come over or if you want me over at your place. Whatever is easiest for you.” “Way to make this easy!” I exclaimed with another laugh. “You can come over to my place. How about 6:30?” “I'm off a bit early that evening, so that sounds perfect!” “6:30 it is! Oh, and, you don't have to do this, Michael, but keeping in mind that I will try to pull you away from your comfort zone, it is highly encouraged that you bring at least one thing related to your lifestyle preference with you.” “O-oh, yeah?” “Yep! A bottle, a pacifier, a diaper...something. I think it'll make it easier for you to talk about when you physically see that I'm not fazed one bit by any of this. But, again, it isn't required. Just highly encouraged.” “I'll, um, I'll think about it.” Michael replied shyly. “And thank you again, Erica. I will try my best not to get too scared or shy.” “But you're so cute when you're shy!” I sang, making Michael giggle even more on the other line. “And you're welcome, Michael. I gotta go for now, but I'll see you on Wednesday night! Text me whenever, okay?” “Okay, Erica. Have a good rest of your Sunday!” We ended our phone call and I couldn't help but grin. Not only did I find great pleasure in the idea of helping a wounded soul heal, but I also found it in the idea of indulging Michael in something that, according to his many fetish community board posts, he had always wanted. Who knew just how much joy and pleasure both of us would get as we delved deeper into the land of little Michael? Wednesday couldn't come soon enough!

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Hello! Chapter 4 is ready for you! Enjoy! Chapter 4 IttyBittyBabyBear84 posted, 4 hours ago: Guys (and gals)! You will NOT believe what happened? So remember the other day when I told you about the really pretty and nice woman who came in and scared off that rude customer? She came in today! I thought she was coming in to return what she bought, but we just chatted for a bit. I guess she didn’t see my diaper the other day (or thought nothing of it). It was a little embarrassing, though. We just got to talking about how busy we were, and then she started really going off on this babysitting tangent. I was pretty red, but I think I held my composure pretty well. But wait! There’s more! I mustered up the courage to ask her to grab a coffee or drink, and SHE SAID YES! I was sooo freaking nervous. I was almost anticipating a hard no, but she seemed very receptive and she gave me her number! Even if it doesn’t turn into anything more than just a friendship, it...no, she, really made my day! Of course, I will always wonder what she’d have said if she knew I wore diapers sometimes. But, I’ll keep you posted! Oh, Michael...if you only knew! I thought to myself with a giggle, upon finishing up his forum post. He received quite a few replies in such a brief period of time, most of which were supporting and congratulating him. Others went off into fantasy land, telling Michael that maybe I’d baby him on the first date and other silly things like that. In fact, there seemed to be quite a strange mix of people in this online community. Some were very mature about their fetish, offering generally good advice and support, while others seemed solely focused on the fetish and seemed to have misconceptions about how the world worked and how real relationships worked. Michael fit the former, aside from the occasional fantasy post (but hey, who doesn’t have a fantasy? Sexual or not, there’s always a dream scenario or three!). I crept Michael’s social media feed next, knowing he wouldn’t post the same thing there. However, he did again mention his excitement about getting my phone number and having a great day. It was cute, really! And again, all of his friends and family replied with praise and were quite supportive. He seemed like a decent guy while at work, too. I was curious to see how he'd be when we went out. Hopefully he wouldn't be a jerk to those working at whatever food place we'd end up going to. I hate that with an undying passion. Why would anyone be rude to people handling their food?! You're asking to have it spat on or prepared with little or no passion. “Please” and “thank you” are two phrases that are so fundamentally easy to use, and yet I have seen (and have been on dates with) people who are downright rude. That's a dealbreaker for me, to a point where I've ended friendships over it. Throughout the rest of the day, I kept wondering when would Michael actually reach out to me. I didn’t think to ask when he left work, but I figured since the store closed at 7PM, he’d get home about 30 minutes after that. How did I figure that, you ask? Why, the internet, of course! Public records are a wonderful (and available) thing, even if they aren't as challenging as the other means of getting the information I'm looking for. About 8PM that night, I got a text message from a number I didn't recognize, and immediately assumed it was Michael; I was right. Hey, Erica! It's Michael from the computer store. Sorry I didn't text sooner. I got held up at work and didn't get home until a little while ago. Hmm, grammatically correct texting? Was he trying to impress me? Because it was working! Michael! No need to apologize, I responded, I figured that was the case. Or that I intimidated you to a point where you wouldn't end up sending me anything at all. No way! I mean, you intimidated me at first, but I think I understand your sense of humor now, haha. One of the many things to understand about me. I replied. Same goes for me! But anyway, I just wanted to see if you have any good times for when you wanted to hang out. I'm free all day tomorrow, as well as Monday evening. Some might say that Michael seemed a bit eager to grab a drink with me in such a short period of time. In most cases, that'd be true. However, I was just as eager to roll the ball even further. Tomorrow sounds great! What time? There was a good 10 minutes of nothing before Michael sent back, Oh, awesome! Is 10:00AM too early? We could grab a coffee, or some food, or whatever. Coffee IS my best friend...10 sounds great. Is Mugamania too far for you to meet me? Mugamania, it is! I'll see you tomorrow at 10! Okay! And don't be late! I swore I could almost feel the giddy vibe in Michael's text message. He was probably wiggling and yelling and jumping for joy. I started planning and imagining how the conversation would go with Michael. It'd be him, getting all fidgety and worried as I kept making subtle references to diapers and things of that nature, baiting him to bring that side of him out of hiding. Yes, some of this was to tease him, but not really in a mean way. Judging by how seriously he took his lifestyle preference, I hoped to show him that it was okay to make light of it; sort of break down his defenses, if you will. Being genuinely curious about something that was clearly important and nerveracking for Michael, I knew that asking him about it outright would make him very uncomfortable. This little coffee date would be quite fun for both of us! * * * Sunday morning, the morning of our date, I woke up at about 6:30. I know, I know. It's so early for a weekend! But, I've always been an early riser, because sleeping past 9AM always made me feel like I lost half my morning. I took my sweet time waking up, rolling out of bed and eventually showering. I didn't really eat anything for breakfast, nor did I have coffee, as Mugamania had some killer apple strudel! Michael was so cute when he texted me that morning, probably since he didn't know what time I normally woke up. His message that morning read: Good morning, Erica! I hope I'm not texting you too early, and I'm sorry in advance if I am. Just wanted to tell you I'm still on for this morning at 10! I don't want to get beat up or anything. Again, he sent a grammatically correct and witty text message! Not the, “hey, u up lol” or the “wyd this morning” I was so accustomed to. How dare you wake me from my beauty sleep?! I replied, giggling to myself before continuing, I'm kidding. See you at 10! Michael responded with a smiley face, and before I knew it, it was time to leave. Mugamania was only a 12 minute drive from my place, and thankfully traffic wasn't too terrible on the way there. Did I mention that I'm early to just about everything? I almost always give myself an extra 10 to 15 minutes for any appointment, date, event...whatever...that I go to. Michael seemed to be the same way, for as soon as I pulled into my parking spot, I could see him getting out of his car. Mind you, it was only 9:50 when I showed up. Before exiting my car, I noticed what Michael had on: pair of comfy-looking, relaxed fit jeans on, as well as gray sneakers and an off-green hoodie that appeared to be a size or two too large. But hey, sometimes swimming in clothing isn't a bad thing! As for me, I had on jeans, light brown boots, a long-sleeve shirt, and a puffy black vest. Being that it wasn't exactly a date, I didn't feel the need to dress up, and apparently, neither did Michael. As I got out of my car and closed the door, Michael came over and greeted me with a warm, “Hey! Good morning!” Without a thought, I gave the baby-faced bear of a man a hug; something I don't think he was expecting. Still, he responded by putting his arms around me and hugging me in return. It was so freaking adorable, too, as I heard him let out a happy sigh! He was probably so nervous, but it was obvious by the way he hugged me back that he loved hugs, too. I remember reading somewhere that hugging someone even for just a few seconds can ease their stress and help them live longer. Crazy, right? But yay, science! “Morning, sunshine!” I exclaimed. “How was the rest of work yesterday?” “Not too bad! I was pretty tired by the end of the day, though.” “I've got days like that, too. You'd think working as a research analyst wouldn't be too taxing on the body, but staring at data all day makes my head spin!” “I can only imagine! Work definitely lets me get my steps in! Well, let's get some coffee!” Michael smiled as he led us to the inside of Mugamania. I know I've mentioned the place a gazillion times by now, so let me just tell you about how insane this place is. From the outside, Mugamania looks like it's very small since it's part of a series of storefronts. However, the inside is so long and full of little cafe tables and chairs, plush couches, plants, various coffee decor...the whole nine yards! Even more interesting is that, in addition to having some of the best coffee and food in town, certain areas of the cafe almost appeared to be soundproof. You could talk amongst yourselves at the same time as another party close by, and you'd never hear each other. It was unusually quiet in there that morning (not that I was complaining). Michael got a vanilla bean latte and three blueberry scones, while I grabbed a cappucino and some apple strudel. As soon as I reached into my purse to pay for my stuff, Michael took a $20 bill out and handed it to the cashier. “You didn't have to do that, Michael.” I said, playfully smacking his arm. “I know. I wanted to!” I thanked him before we headed over to one of the corners of the cafe, plopping down on the plush chairs across from one another. We each took our time enjoying our food and drinks, making small talk with one another. Michael told me he'd been working at his store for about three years, as one of his friends owned it and thought he'd be a good fit. I told Michael about my job as a research analyst at Jansville University, having landed the job shortly after graduating. “What do you do for fun?” Michael asked before sipping his latte. Ohh, you know. Research the living hell out of people that intrigue me to a borderline insane level, creep on others to see if they are creeps themselves. The usual, you know? “Well, I game a lot, hence the rig.” I answered. “That makes two of us! I'm huge into action and adventure games, but not so big on the multiplayer stuff, unless it's co-op.” “Yeah, the online community is really toxic in a lot of games these days. I'll try anything that catches my eye, to be honest. That goes for both gaming and real life.” “Heh, yeah. I tend to keep an open mind as well! Can't really judge others if we've got our own quirks.” “Ohh, quirks, eh?” I prodded, “might I inquire as to what quirks you have?” I stirred my drink while smirking, trying to get Michael flustered. IT seemed to work, as he stammered and fumbled over his words a bit. “Well, I mean. I start shutting down hard when people are being mean or rude to me, for onw.” he chuckled. “Also, after I realize that there's an odd number of stairs on a staircase, I have to land on the next floor with my left foot.” This made me giggle, even though I was hoping he'd delve a little into his fetish. Still, I knew there was no way it'd just be brought to the table outright. “Those are pretty odd! But, I have to always stop in the middle of tiles at the mall. Never on the lines. I don't know why.” Michael laughed at this in return, saying, “See what I mean?!” “Yeah, I guess so!” “Well, I think that's what makes us human, you know?” “Oh, definitely. Quirks, kinks, freaky fetish stuff. We're all human in one way or another.” Michael's ears twitched a bit, and he leaned forward, showing even more of an interest in what I had to say. “Oh my God. Exactly! I don't know why some people make such a huge deal out of the stuff they don't understand or that's different. I mean, yeah, it's weird sometimes, but at least try to make an attempt to understand.” I decided to reveal a bit about one of my own kinks in an effort to fish more information out of Michael. “Seriously! I love being bitten and biting. Not hard, not enough to break skin or make someone bleed, but just enough to cause a little bit of pain in with the pleasure. But no, that's so weird, right?” “I don't think that's weird at all!” Michael exclaimed. “Even if I like to bite or nibble anywhere? I'm unbiased towards any body part.” “No, not at all! I mean, it might take some getting used to from the receiving end, and again, people may not understand it, but it doesn't mean they have to act all mean or kink-shame you about it.” “Cheers to that,” I raised my mug, with Michael following suit as we clanked them together before sipping, before I continued, “and what about you, Michael? What drives you wild?” Would he be comfortable telling me, or would he dance around the issue and try to change the subject? The suspense was fantastic! “I'm, um, not really ready to talk to you about that, if that's cool. Kind of a hard thing to explain, and I've been burned enough times in the past about it that I don't want to scare you away.” Damn it! “Try me.” “Mmm...” Michael scratched hs head before apologizing, “...I don't know. I mean, don't get me wrong. You seem like a really cool woman and you're really nice, but it's just really hard for me to talk about.” “What if I guess it? Would you tell me if I was right?” “Nobody ever guesses it. I almost wished they did, sometimes! But, um, I guess so.” Michael blushed hard, biting his lip slightly. Of course, I knew it, but of course, I didn't want to scare him away. I deliberately guessed wrong, choosing to name other fetishes that were maybe not as mainstream or accepted. “Furry?” “No.” “Pegging?” “Definitely not.” “Cross-dressing?” “No.” Michael wiggled a bit, most likely because I was pretty close to getting it right. “Wait a minute,” I smirked, “I'm getting warmer. You like to dress up at something.” He stared at me, almost terrified that I'd guess it right. The poor guy! I couldn't be that awful to him, but I'll admit, it was a fun to tease him. “You like to dress up like a superhero in bed, don't you? Like one of your favorite comic book or movie characters, and role play out all of these erotic scenes that are in all the fan fictions!” “What? No!” Michael laughed, easing the tension. “Ugh, I give up for now. But, I'll figure you out sooner or later, Michael.” I smirked once more. “I'll give you props, Erica. You know your kinks, even if some of them aren't all that mainstream!” “I research a lot. Kind of my hobby.” “Oh?” “Yeah, I like to research whatever interests me, and get all those nitty gritty details. Makes life more interesting and it makes me look at the world and people a bit differently.” “Is that so? Do I interest you?” Michael asked. “I wouldn't have accepted your offer to take me out this morning if I didn't.” “Well, I'd be curious to know what you find when you research me,” Michael said, pausing quite a bit before continuing, “and I'd be surprised if you didn't run the other way.” “Maybe I already researched you. Maybe I know whatever it is you're so afraid of, and maybe I'm not running away.” “You can't possibly know everything there is to know about me. We just met a few days ago!” “The internet is a wonderful and powerful thing. All paper trails have become digital now.” Michael gulped, fidgeting uncomfortably in his chair. He looked as though he were really nervous about what I'd do or say. Did he think I'd spill the beans all over town? To his family and friends? “And this is the part where most people run away from me,” I sighed, “look. I know I'm an oddball. One of my biggest problems is that I love researching people. It probably comes off as creepy, I know, but that isn't why I do it. It's just this...obsession. People fascinate me. And not just people who are good, or successful, or anything like that. I like to know all about people, and their struggles, and their successes. Everyone keeps portraying themselves online as something they're not in real life, and vice-versa. Nobody is honest with themselves anymore.” “So, like, what do you do with the information when you find it?” Michael asked uneasily, a hint of curiosity in his voice. “I decide whether I want to get to know the person or not. I don't usually tell the other person that I know everything, but it's come in handy with potentially abusive partners and whatnot. Most people just call me crazy and walk away, which, I understand. But it's not like I run around and tell the world what I find. It's more of just a personal thing for me. Obviously, if you're doing something highly illegal, I won't hesitate to report it.” “Well, that's somewhat comforting, I guess. Doesn't that take the fun out of getting to know someone, though? Like actually building a friendship or relationship with them and finding out things out that way?” “Yes and no,” I explained, it's one thing if people are upfront and honest with each other, which I know normally doesn't happen overnight. It's a whole other ballgame if someone is a snake that comes off as a knight in shining armor, though.” “Good point. So, now this begs the question,” Michael sighed, “if you did in fact research me, and you did in fact decide not to run the other way, am I right to assume you're okay with what you know?” “And what is it that you think I know?” I asked, eagerly awaiting his response. I thought I had him at that point. I wanted him to be utterly honest with me, no matter how much discomfort it brought him. If he told me right then and there, I'd hug him, hold his hands, tell him it was okay and that we could talk about it more. And I'd ask him all the questions I had about his lifestyle choice (the stuff I didn't find through my research, anyway). “I'm sorry, but, I'm still not quite ready to say it out loud. I just...can't. I'm sorry.” Michael replied, crawling right back into his shell. I didn't have him yet. Still, in an effort to show him I was okay with that response, I did reach my hands out to his, and said, “Michael, it's okay. I mean, it's okay that you're not comfortable telling me what it is you want to tell me and what it is you think I know.” “It is?” “I promise. You're a really nice and cute guy. I'm not gonna hurt you. You intrigue me. So, this is what I'm gonna offer. If I've scared you by now, then I'll walk away from here when we're done, and I'll pretend we never met. No hard feelings, no resentment, nothing. But, if you decide you want to tell me, whether it's today, tomorrow, next week, next month...whenever, I'm not going to run away. I will go as far down the rabbit hole as you want me to.” “I mean-but, but why?” Michael asked. “Being someone who doesn't have a whole lot of people to talk to, I can tell when people need someone to lean on. And, as I said before, you intrigue me. That, and it's so fun!” “Oh...well, I'll give it some thought. You also definitely intrigue me, Erica!” Michael said with almost an uneasiness in his voice. “Eh, I'm not for everyone, I know. Kind of a spazz, freakishly resourceful, a whole lot of awkward.” “Maybe it's because I'm pretty awkward myself, but,” Michael said, “I find you oddly comforting. I'll give what you said some thought.” “Fair enough.” Again, I could've called him out on it right then and there, but you know what? Michael was (and is) such a nice guy. I'll admit that I was pretty bummed when he didn't tell me at the cafe, but he was still quite pleasant right through to the end of the date. Part of me wondered if he'd ignore me or if he was just being nice until he left. We hugged when we parted ways (something I was not expecting in the least), and Michael kindly said, “Thank you again, Erica. As weird as you say you are, I do like you. I think you're great, even if it's hard to wrap my head around all that detective work you do.” He winked, a sign that he didn't seem too terribly frighted or intimidated by me. I smiled and kissed his cheek, making him blush. “Well, thank you. Don't forget what I told you. Whatever you decide, I won't get mad.” “I appreciate that. Still finding it a little hard to believe that you did all this research on me, but I guess we'll find out soon enough, right?” Was that a challenge? Had Michael just poked the bear to try to elicit a response from me? Did he dare test the waters? “Hmm, do you want to go there right before I leave?” I giggled. “Well, you didn't guess correctly about me before.” Michael placed his hand on his chin with a smile. Oh, he went there. With a smirk, I leaned in and whispered into his ear, “Have a nice day, Itty Bitty Baby Bear 84.” With another quick kiss on the cheek and a big smile, I got into my car. Michael's jaw dropped, his face utterly red, smiling very, very shyly, like a kid who'd just been caught doing something naughty. But he didn't run, didn't get upset, didn't cry. No, he had this awestruck look on his face, before getting into his own car and starting it up, pulling away rather quickly. There's no way he's calling me after that. I thought to myself, figuring I'd pushed the envelope a bit too far. Then, a few hours after getting home, my phone rang. It was Michael, my soon to be Itty Bitty Baby Bear.

Evenin'! Here is Chapter 3 for you! Chapter 3 Interesting, isn’t it? The lives we lead others to believe we live, all while hiding or struggling with something that most people don’t even know about. I’m a geek, and while most people know that, they don’t have a clue about my seemingly unhealthy obsession with having to research the hell out of something to get my answers. I don’t really see a need to share it with anyone and everyone around me, but I know that guys I’ve dated in the past would eventually find out. Some took it well, some didn’t seem to really understand or care, and others said it was really weird and would soon end our relationship. It never really hurt me, though, but it also wasn’t a big deal for me, because it’s who I was. It was a part of me that I would never let go of. Michael’s a genuinely good guy who also liked being cared for, and held, and diapered, and waited on hand and foot. Aside from his little pizzeria post, he was actually very good at keeping his double life a secret. And a lot of posts in the community he was part of reflected this, as well as him feeling constantly torn between accepting it and hating it. It’s strange (even stranger than all five feet of me), but reading more into Michael’s “other life” as he called it, it became evident that even with many failed attempts of him trying to walk away from the diapers and adult baby stuff, he simply could not. He’d even gone so far as to recently write that he didn’t even care if someone he was in a relationship with wasn’t into the fetish. He just wanted them to acknowledge that it was there so he wouldn’t have to hide it from them (although, he did also mention that having someone indulge him would be a nice bonus). Something stirred in me, though I couldn’t put my finger on what at the time. Part of me figured it was my overwhelming curiosity, or maybe I even felt bad for the guy, having to hide a part of him forever. I wanted to help him bring it out, even if that’s all I could do for him. Granted, there was a chance that he’d get very upset if he found out what I did to discover his secret, but I had a few ideas to see if I could draw it out of him and see it for myself. Thus began my plan! The next day, I decided to pay Michael a visit at his store again. Despite having his number and not really even needing to buy anything else at that time, I thought it better to see him in person. Walking into Roman’s RAM & More, there were three other people in the store this time, one with Michael and the other two perusing. When Michael saw me, his cute baby face lit up immediately. He gave a genuine smile and waved, whispering, “I’ll be with you in a sec!” before helping his current customer. Being the awkward, living antithesis of a social butterfly that I am, I paced from section to section, taking a peek at different video cards printers, mouse and keyboard combos, and other things I had no need for at the time. It wasn’t long before Michael finished up with his current customer, and he hurried over to me, a bottled water in his hand. The bottle was clearly cold, as condensation on the outside dripped with every little movement. Before he got to me, I called out, “Uh oh. You’re leaking!” I was of course referring to his water bottle, but he didn’t know that, and the comment caught him off guard. Michael’s face burned as he chuckled nervously, not quite understanding what I was referring to right away. “Your water bottle, silly!” I joked, pointing to the drops of water getting all over the floor. “Oh! Haha! Yeah, it happens sometimes! But anyway, um, hi, Erica!” he said in a flustered tone. “Hello there, Michael.” “Did the thermal paste work okay?” “Like a charm,” I replied, “it took longer to take my rig apart than to put the actual paste on!” Knowing that being too straightforward would make Michael suspicious, I chose to only dance around his little diapered secret a little at a time, adding a few fibs here and there, just to see his reaction. “Ugh, I know how that goes,” he sighed, “all that work for one measly step! But, I’m glad it worked, and it’s good to see you again!” “Likewise! I mean, it’s pretty cool in here, and before a couple of days ago, I never really checked the place out. Hell, I haven’t checked a lot of places out in a while.” “Oh? Busy?” “Yeah, especially this past week. Between work, messing around with my rig, and babysitting.” Michael looked a little surprised by the last part of my sentence. Just to be clear, I hadn’t been babysitting. This was another means of toying with him a bit, to which I continued. “What? I don’t look like the babysitting type?” I smirked. “O-ohh, it isn’t that,” Michael replied quickly, “it’s just that I saw how you were with that unruly customer, and I know some kids can be quite unruly themselves.” With surgical precision, I made my next move with a fib, remembering some of Michael’s fantasies he’d posted. “Kids can indeed be unruly. But, babies are pretty easy…..and so adorable! I’ve been babysitting my little nephew. He’s just a little over a year old. Babies are a lot of work, but I just love giving them snuggles, and patting their little diapered butts, and bouncing them in my arms, and feeding them, and, ugh! Listen to how ridiculous I’m sounding.” “N-no, it’s okay, Erica!” Michael said, pulling at his collar. I was getting to him, alright. His face was a dead giveaway, as if what I was saying triggered something in him. “Michael, you’re looking flustered! Is someone jealous?” I made a pouty face, eliciting a huge blush from Michael. He looked down and coughed into his arm a bit, trying to distract himself from what I was saying. “N-not at all. It just-you just sound like you’re a great babysitter, is all.” “I like to think I am. Most little ones I’ve babysat have taken a liking to me. And I almost have a sixth sense when it comes to knowing when someone's got a wet or stinky diaper, too! Well, not so much the stinky part. That just takes a few sniffs. But I’ve got no issues with changing any diaper that comes my way. No matter how big or small, how wet or messy!” “U-um, yeah.” Michael nodded with a shy laugh. His face was still quite red. Was he imagining me doing all of this to him? Most likely. The way he subconsciously hid his face, looked around, and wiggled during my part of the conversation told me he was getting very embarrassed. And again, it was so darn cute! I could’ve just pinched his blushing red cheeks and coaxed it out of him some more, but I didn’t want to get that much into it while the poor guy was at work. One thing I did notice was that he didn’t appear to be wearing a diaper. I couldn’t hear it if he was, anyway, and I wasn’t about to check out his butt. “Ugh, there I go again. Sorry. I tend to go off on rants.” I lied. “Like I said, it’s fine. So, um, just checking things out here?” “Yeah. That, and I wanted to tell you that you saved me a lot of trouble by not having to order what I needed online! So, thank you!” “You’re welcome. And, thank you for the other day, Erica. I really appreciate that. It’s been a pretty rough few weeks, and I don’t think I could’ve made it through the other day without your help.” “Aww, I’m sorry, but I’m glad I could help!” “More than you might think! And actually, um…” Michael stammered. “What is it?” “...well, as a thank you, would you be open to grabbing a coffee or drink sometime?” Didn’t I tell you? Interesting stuff! Now personally, I didn’t have a real desire to get into any type of long and meaningful relationship. No, that doesn’t mean I like to fool around, either. I just wasn’t really looking for anything in particular. But again, this desire to help Michael and to further delve into the world of curiosity was too big to ignore. “Ohhh, is someone asking me on a date?” I asked with a wink. “W-well, I mean. It doesn’t have to be a date, per se. Maybe just get to know each other a little more outside of work. But, I mean, I’m totally cool if you’re not okay with that.” “How cute! But, I think that sounds good, actually. I’m not terribly good with remembering certain things, so here.” I dug through my purse, pulling out a small piece of paper before looking around for a pen. Michael conveniently had one in his shirt pocket, so I pulled it, making him laugh. I scribbled my number down, writing my name with an awful drawing of a face smirking and handing it to him. “This is my number. Just shoot me a text or something later when you’re off work. We’ll figure out a time. And don’t ghost me, because I’ll beat you up if you do.” “Wait, what? I’d never-” Michael looked surprised as he took my number. “-Ha, I know! I’m only kidding. Or am I?” I gave a menacing stare and did my best impersonation of an evil laugh, making Michael laugh and everyone else in the store look over at us. “W-well, I will definitely reach out to you a little later. Thank you.” “Any time, Michael! I’ll see you soon, or else!” I winked before leaving the store. Phase one was complete. I toyed around with him, and was now curious as to whether he’d post something about it online. I’d press the issue a little more during this little get together. It did make me wonder how he’d react if he found out I was researching him so much. My guess at the time was that he’d be equal parts upset, angry, and terribly nervous that I’d say something to everyone. That isn’t what I wanted, though. No, I wanted to see if this man was as genuine, as “him” in real life as he was online. And while I still couldn’t quite put my finger on it, I wanted to explore my own motivation for wanting to help Michael.

Thanks, everyone! Glad you like it thus far! Stay tuned next week for a new chapter! :)

Good morning! It's a new week, which means it's a new chapter! Enjoy! Chapter 2 I always wondered why some businesses put the full names of their employees on business cards. It seems so invasive and unsafe in this day and age. However, it makes life easier for me when I’m doing my homework on someone. In fact, in the past, it helped me avoid some rather unfaithful guys. Take Justin, the guy who swore up and down that I was “the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on.” Whether or not that was the alcohol talking is still up for debate, but he drunkenly gave me a business card and then sent me a social media friend request. It wasn’t long before I found out that in addition to having a criminal record, ol’ Justin had a lot of people whom he swore up and down were the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on. He was persistent when I started turning him down, and when he didn’t get the hint, I emailed him everything I found; social media comments on random women, his criminal history...the list goes on. Needless to say, Justin left me alone shortly after, making sure to call me a “crazy bitch” in the process. I prefer curious bitch, though. As for Michael Johansen? Things got pretty interesting, pretty quickly. It took me maybe 10 minutes to fix my rig, and then I got right to work, sleuthing like I always do. At first, everything seemed pretty run of the mill with him; social media profiles all checked out (he loved puns. And when I say “loved” I mean, LOVED. Every day was a new pun), no criminal record, everyone seemed to like him. Social media’s a funny thing, though. People are so in love with sharing their...everything, with the world, forgetting that they leave a digital trail of clues and openings into their past. So when I dug a little further, I found a point in time about two years prior, where Michael had apparently had a really bad breakup. His friends kept telling him to make an online dating profile to see what would happen, and he did. My curiosity sent me there, and it looked like a profile that he hadn’t used in quite some time, but never deleted. And again, Michael had poured his heart and soul into his profile, mentioning that nobody quite understood him or that he never felt like himself around people he’d been with in the past. Poor guy! But...what was it that nobody understood? Why didn’t he feel like himself around others? The next couple of hours were spent digging even deeper into whatever I could find online about Michael. I never found anything about him being in an accident, or anything mentioning him being incontinent. This only increased my suspicion and made me flex my research muscles a little more. Was he wearing diaper for pleasure? And if so, what made him do such a ballsy move in public? Anyone could’ve called him out on it if they saw noticed. Next came the challenging but fun part. See, it’s not terribly hard to find what you’re looking for online, as long as you know where and how to find it. In this case, I wanted to find out if there were any clues about people who liked wearing diapers for fun within a certain vicinity of my location (I’m not a prude, either! I’ve found quite a bit of interesting things on the internet and am not afraid of all of it!). No, it’s never a guarantee, but there are cases where people slip up and accidentally give themselves away in a post, or something similar. For starters, I first typed, “adult babies, Jansville, WI” in the search bar, and started from there. The first few results led to various online fetish communities, with the rest of the results revealing random porn sites and diaper-related fanfictions that I won’t read so not to further ruin my childhood. Refining my search, I then added, “male, computer” into the search engine, thinking it might lead me to more results if Michael mentioned his occupation on one of these sites. Still nothing concrete, so the deducing continued for quite some time...without much luck. Still, I had to know. And yes, I’m well aware that I could’ve just asked him about what I saw, but it’s not like I’d have straight up asked, “Hey, Michael! What’s with the diaper around your waist?” or yanked his pants down and pointed, asking for an explanation. I mean, yeah, that’d be kind of fun, but I’m not mean like that. Going back to the drawing board, I opened Michael’s social media profiles, looking at some recent posts. A few weeks before, there had been a robbery that took a turn for the worst in the pizzeria in town. Nobody died, but the robber did beat up the pizzeria owner pretty bad. Michael had posted something about it on his social media, talking about how awful the robber was. I typed in “pizzeria robbery, Jansville, adult baby, diaper,” in the search engine and clicked the button. There, buried beneath the first few results, was a post on an adult baby forum. The topic read, “Seriously?! Who Robs a Pizzeria?!” Could this have been it? Taking a deep breath, I clicked the link, and was sent to adult baby community’s website where the details of the post were. The topic was started by user IttyBittyBabyBear84, the day after the robbery happened. It talked about the robbery right here in Jansville, and was worded nearly identical to what Michael had posted on his social media page. A slew of replies were found as well, some from this particular user, one reading the following: Yeah, it’s crazy. It was only a couple of blocks from the computer shop I work for. This doesn’t usually happen in my town, so it was a shock to everyone. We don’t have anything other than panic buttons at my store. It makes me a bit nervous that at any time, someone could just come in and rob the store. I’m not much of a fighter, but I guess if someone was going to kick my ass, at least the diapers would lessen the blow a bit! Computer store? In Jansville? By the pizzeria? Diapers? This had to be Michael. I clicked on IttyBittyBabyBear84’s avatar, a baby blue bear wearing a very thick looking diaper and sucking a pacifier, and was brought to his user page. His age was 34, and he indicated on his profile that he lived “in South Wisconsin”, which is what a lot of people in Jansville say when people ask where it is. The profile also revealed he was part AB, part DL, which I soon found (thanks to my research) meant adult baby and diaper lover. I was onto him. The more research I did, the more the puzzle pieces fit together...and the more I found out about Micharl’s little hobby, no pun intended. It looked like the bad breakup I’d discovered earlier was a result of his fetish, and it also looked like he struggled quite a bit with feeling lonely and stressed out. Some posts indicated he sometimes wore diapers because it turned him on, and other times it was strictly for comfort. All of his fantasies were there, too, from being randomly but playfully forced into diapers and babied by “a loving but mischievous girlfriend” to having someone sweetly speak to him and cuddle and cradle him, comforting him while he wore his diapers. The list went on, but we’d be here all day if I told you everything. Things took an even more interesting turn when I refreshed IttyBittyBabyBear84’s profile page, and happened to find a new post. This one read, “Almost Got Caught Today” in the title. “Aha!” I said aloud, clicking the link immediately, being led to another post: So, everyone. I’ve been feeling pretty awful this week and decided to wear to work, thinking it’d help cheer me up a bit. It was going pretty good! But this awful woman started yelling at me when I couldn’t fix her computer. I was so stressed that I literally wanted to cry, or shout at her, or do anything to make her go away. Then, this really pretty, short brunette with these hazel eyes intervened and scared the old woman off! It was amazing! She was really sweet, and really sassy, and she freaking loves PCs! She loves them probably as much as I do! We talked about our rigs for a while! But anyway, this sweet woman needed thermal paste, so I led her to it, and I was so dumbfounded and distracted by how nice and pretty she was, that I didn’t realize my shirt had untucked from the back of my pants. There’s no way she DIDN’T hear my diaper, and I think she might’ve seen it, too. I swear I could almost feel her eyes checking out my butt when I was bending down. Thank God she didn’t say anything. I’d be ruined. I’d have probably quit my job and moved away. Granted, I could’ve probably gotten away with telling her I was incontinent or something, but then I’d feel like an asshole for lying to such a beautiful woman. Never wearing a diaper to work AGAIN. This was it! The absolute proof I needed that it was Michael! I clicked my tongue and “tsk’d” my screen, smiling by what I’d found. No, I wasn’t going to use this to ruin Michael, because as I said before, he’s cute. And honestly, after reading more of his backstory, I felt kinda bad for him. But, being the silly and awkward woman I am, I thought it’d be a little fun to maybe toy with him a bit, even convincing myself that it might be fun to indulge the guy..or, baby guy..or little guy? Dude? Person? The itty, bitty, baby bear. And who knew that it’d lead to him becoming my itty bitty baby bear? My next visit would be quite fun!

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