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Hi, Bel George! Thanks for your support. Hope you enjoy. Here's a link to PART 2 of the story, available now on Amazon. (Of course I recommend reading the first part first, linked in my original post above. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FC6ZWTR6 Hello Eagle0769, Thanks for leaving a comment. I've written stories on Daily Diapers in the past, including one called "SAM AND JESS". I will put a link to it down below. Now I write ABDL Ebooks on Amazon kindle. I've written a lot of them over the years! They don't cost much and they are easy to read on any device, including your phone. I'll give you some links to those too... "OCTOBER BABYSITTER" was a very popular one. It has a lot of Femdom type themes. Its about a young man who is 18 years old but his mother insists on getting him a "babysitter" while she is out of town. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01AYVR1QK "MY TIME WITH JEN" is a kinder, sweeter story with more adult baby themes. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07WHR3D93 Here's a link to "SAM AND JESS" if you'd like to read something on Daily Diapers for free...

Hi Everyone, I know there are a few people on these boards that have followed and supported my writing over the years. (I really appreciate all the encouragement!) I recently completed a two part erotic Ebook that I'm very proud of. The description and a link to the first part can be found below. The second part of the story with teh conclusion should be released on Amazon sometime tomorrow. DESCRIPTION: Tim's life is anything but normal. He and his bisexual wife Bri have an open relationship with one another and lately, Bri has been spending a lot of time with her girlfriend Olivia. While Tim still loves Bri, his resentment for Olivia is slowly growing. Olivia is everything that Tim is not. She is strong, athletic, confident, and dominant. And the fact that Tim wears adult diapers to manage his occasional bedwetting problem does nothing to improve his confidence and self esteem. Tim wants to stand up for himself but Olivia treats him less like an adult, 26 year old man and more like a small child. Will Tim be able to adjust to the new and strange dynamics of his marriage? EBOOK: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0F3GWQ7SY Oops, I had some technical difficulties but here's some of the prologue and chapter one for anyone who doesn't feel like clicking on the link. Prologue Timmy opened his eyes, feeling rather groggy in the dimly lit room. In a matter of seconds, he realized where he was. The night light plugged into the wall gave off a small amount of illumination and the bars in front of his face weren't exactly subtle. The 26 year old man sat up on the mattress with an audible crinkle wearing nothing but a lime green onesie that snapped at the crotch, putting his smooth bare legs on display. He spit out the pacifier clipped to his onesie and it dangled at his chest as a dribble of spit ran down his chin. Shamefully, he had fallen asleep sucking on it but there was no need to keep it in his mouth now. Grabbing the thick padding surrounding his crotch, he took some small pride in realizing that his diaper was still dry but he knew it couldn't last. He was peeing in his sleep nearly every night now and being dry was a good indication that he had only dozed off momentarily. It was probably relatively early, though he didn't have a phone or a clock in his room to indicate what time it was. An unpleasant cramp in his stomach had caused him to wake from his slumber. He wished he could have slept through it... but his body wouldn't let him. Timmy then heard the sound of his wife Bri laughing downstairs in the living room, followed by another familiar voice. It must have been before midnight. Timmy hated his new, early bedtime. Sitting in that crib, wearing an adult diaper and a onesie, Timmy still couldn't believe how far he had fallen and how much his life had been transformed in a few short months. Hearing more of Bri's muffled laughter, he felt another cramp and he clenched his butt cheeks through the padded seat of his diaper. She almost certainly wasn't laughing at him but she might as well have been. If any normal person could have seen how ridiculous he looked in that moment, then they surely would have laughed at him. ‘Bri’ was what he used to call her. Now he called her ‘mommy’. The sad part was that even though Bri was at least partially to blame for his current predicament, he still loved her and yearned to be close to her. The fact that she was still awake downstairs meant that he stood a good sporting chance of her coming to check on him before she went to bed. It was pathetic how much he valued even the smallest amount of attention or affection from her lately. Her coming into the room to check his diaper before bed made him feel like she still cared about him and apparently, sometimes she even came in to check on him while he was still asleep. That thought alone warmed his heart. Ironically just 5 or 6 months ago, she showed him far less affection than she did now, both physically and emotionally. It all felt like such a long time ago but he still thought about those departed days quite a lot. He had been an average guy with all the rights and responsibilities of a normal adult. His life had been just like any other married man's life... or at least, close to it. It was a little unconventional but only a little bit. Timmy had known for some time that his marriage was on the rocks but he figured lots of married couples had their issues, disagreements, and even resentments. No marriage was perfect. Then one dreaded Friday afternoon, he was summoned downstairs for a discussion with his wife. That discussion changed his life forever. Timmy cringed as he felt another cramp. As long as he continued to sit with his padded butt planted firmly on the mattress underneath him, he would be able to maintain control. But he wouldn't be able to lie back down again or fall asleep if he had a messy diaper. Unlike a helpless infant, this was a decision that he still had the ability to make for himself. He certainly didn't feel like a real man but despite his current outfit, he didn't necessarily feel like a baby either. If he decided to go right then and there, he would have to hope Bri came upstairs soon to check on him. With his discomfort increasing, Timmy decided he didn't want to hold on any longer. With a crinkle, he got onto his knees but even then, he had difficulty committing to what he was about to do. It was never easy going from wearing a fresh, clean diaper to filling it up with a repugnant mess. He whimpered at his unfortunate predicament but he knew full well that no one was going to allow him to use the toilet like a big boy. On his hands and knees, he closed his eyes and grunted to push a load of warm poop into his diaper. Although he felt immense relief, it was short lived as a frightening feeling of anxiety ran through his mind. Even if he had to endure a poopy diaper for a while, he could certainly wait for Bri to come check on him. But what if it wasn't Bri who came to check on him? What if it was Olivia? Chapter I: Breaking the News Brianna Jenson brushed her long brown hair back over her ear as she stared at the road ahead of her, catching sight of her own big green eyes in the rearview mirror. The 29 year old working professional was gripping the steering wheel of her luxury sedan a little harder than usual. Although it was Friday afternoon, she felt more tense than ever. The navy blue dress Bri was wearing, complete with black pantyhose and heels, was an outfit she often wore to work but she figured it was appropriate enough for the formal conversation she was about to have with her husband Tim. She wanted to be direct with him. Bri was so glad Olivia was with her even though the two women said very little to each other during the drive. Olivia had just come from the office too, her short pixie cut parted to one side, wearing a tight pair of black pants and a button down shirt. From the earliest days of her relationship with Tim, Bri had been honest with him about the fact that she was bisexual and Tim had accepted it. Actually, she strongly suspected he was turned on by it when she told him. Why was it that heterosexual guys had such a weird fetish for girl-on-girl action? In college, Bri had attended a fraternity party and French kissed another girl on a whim, provoking cheers and shouts from the obnoxious guys in the room. Men were such pigs, she thought. A while ago, Bri had suggested to Tim that they experiment with an open marriage so she could date women. Tim had agreed. Everything was consensual. Bri and Olivia had begun their steamy relationship not long after that. Olivia had once been Bri's boss but she had since been transferred to a different position on another floor in their office building. The two women had kept in touch and forged a strong bond that always felt like a little more than friendship. Tim had always been a bit more emotional and sensitive, which Bri had fallen in love with years ago. But Bri's desire to date Olivia was partially driven by the fact that she felt stifled and suffocated in her marriage with Tim. Her husband had been unemployed for many months after being laid off. Bri understood he was struggling to find work but it sometimes felt like he just sat around watching TV all day. He never did the dishes or took out the trash. Then there was his occasional bedwetting. While Bri knew that was something medical that he probably couldn't help, it was still unpleasant to wake up to a wet bed. Bri just didn't find Tim particularly attractive these days and the two hadn't had sex in a very long time. So when Bri started dating Olivia, she felt invigorated and alive again! Although there was now a small amount of excitement for the future ahead, Bri was mostly consumed with dread about returning home as she pulled into the driveway. She let out a heavy sigh as she pulled the parking break and took off her seatbelt. "Hey... look at me." Olivia said. Bri obediently turned to look into Olivia's intense and serious eyes. She loved how stern and assertive the older woman could be. "Everything is going to be fine." Olivia said, taking Bri's hand in hers. "What are you worried about? Do you think he's going to throw a temper tantrum when you tell him the news?" "Well, not exactly." Bri said, biting her lip. "And you already told me that you're not going to ask him for a divorce, right?" Olivia said, raising her eyebrows. "Right. Tim is just like a sweet little lost puppy. I love him and I want to take care of him... I'm just not in love with him. I'm in love with you." Olivia smiled before leaning over and kissing Bri on the lips. "Come on. Let's go." Bri and her husband lived in an affluent and comfortable three-bedroom home in the suburbs. She was fortunate to have such a lucrative career in corporate America when Tim lost his job. So it was easy enough to keep their house and continue paying all their bills. Tim's immaturity and laziness had put a strain on their marriage but they had never once worried much about money. As Bri and Olivia entered the large living room with its high ceiling and impeccable interior decorating, Tim was nowhere to be found. She had made it clear that they were going to have a very serious talk at 5:30 PM when she returned from work, so why was he late? He was probably napping or playing video games. Bri found this rather annoying, though it was probably just the fact that she was nervous about the conversation that was about to follow. But the fact was that the decision had been made. It was just a matter of breaking the news to Tim. "Tim!" she shouted. "Could you come downstairs, please!" Long ago, Tim had begun sleeping in the guest bedroom at Bri's request when his bedwetting got worse. She'd woken up in enough puddles of her husband's pee and finally had to lay down the law, banishing him from the master bedroom. When the door to the guest bedroom opened, Bri squeezed Olivia's hand and Olivia squeezed back. A few seconds later, Tim quickly came walking down the stairs wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, his shaggy hair sticking out in different directions. "What's she doing here?" Tim sneered. "Olivia is my girlfriend, Tim. You know that. Just try to be polite, please." Bri said. "Okay... sorry." Tim mumbled. "Besides, weren't you listening last night when I told you that the three of us needed to have a talk?" The two women took a seat on the couch, still holding hands and Tim sat on a chair across from them. "Okay sweetie, I just want you to know that I love you very much. Whatever happens, you are still my husband. Okay?" Bri said. "Okay?" Bri took a deep breath. She knew full well that Olivia could have easily taken charge of the situation and done all the talking but Bri was glad that she was the one speaking in that moment. Tim needed to hear all of this from her. But Bri truly couldn't have done this without her lover by her side. "I love you but... well, I feel like these days, I love you more like a little brother. Olivia and I have been spending a lot of time together these past few months and she is very special to me. A week ago, her and I had a long discussion and we decided that..." Time itself seemed to stand still as Bri looked at the bewildered and confused look on the young man's face. The fact that Tim had always struggled to grow facial hair gave him the appearance of a teenager rather than a full grown adult, not to mention his skinny physique. "We decided that we're going to move in together." Olivia said bluntly, breaking the long silence. "Huh?" Tim said, in a tone of voice that sounded more like a grunt than a question. "Olivia and I are in a committed relationship and I'm tired of spending all our time at Olivia's apartment." Bri said. "So Olivia is going to move in here with us." "Wait... she's going to move h-h-here?" Tim said. "Yeah, we've got plenty of space in our house and Olivia's apartment is well, pretty utilitarian. She doesn't own a lot of stuff so she's certainly not going to clutter up the house in the move." Bri said with a nervous chuckle. "We're getting a... d-d-divorce?" Tim said, looking emotionally crushed. "Well, that's not what I want. I do not think it is what you want either. I love you, sweetie. I want to live with Olivia but I still want to be here to take care of you. Actually, I think once this happens, I'll see a lot more of you since I won't be spending all my time at Olivia's apartment!" "But... but I'm your husband." Tim whined. "I know. That is why I still want you to be a part of my life." Bri said. "It's not fair." Tim said, folding his arms and pouting. "Timmy, we know this is going to be a big adjustment. But we are all adults here. I really think the three of us can make this work." Olivia said. Tim winced at Olivia's use of the nickname ‘Timmy’ and Bri couldn't help but wonder if Olivia was deliberately trying to be condescending. "I may pay all of our bills but this is still your house too, sweetie. I just... I really do love Olivia. I can't keep her at arm's length anymore. I really need you to be okay with this. Can you be okay with this?" Again, there was an almost deafening silence. Tim's bottom lip began quivering and Bri felt immense compassion for him in that moment. She knew it was a lot for him to take in but she also knew how badly she wanted to live with the woman she loved. Besides, Tim didn't have a penny to his name or anywhere to go. He really didn't have much choice. Letting go of Olivia's hand, Bri walked over to Tim and knelt down on the floor in front of him, stroking his knee. Sniffling a little, Tim wiped his nose on the shoulder of his t-shirt. Normally, Bri would have found such an act to be rather gross but Tim looked like a scared child in that moment. Bri felt almost as though her maternal instincts were going into overdrive. Then Tim embraced her unexpectedly. Bri wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight. "Shhh, it's okay." Bri whispered, rocking him back and forth as he sat on the couch. It felt as though nearly a minute passed as she stroked Tim's back, his face buried in her shoulder as he sniffled. "Okay." he said. "What?" "Okay. She can move in." Tim said. It was funny to think that Tim was giving his permission for Olivia to move in even though Bri had never actually asked for his permission. The decision had been made over a week ago and Bri thought she had just told him as much. But it was a minor detail considering she'd gotten the concession she had been hoping for. There was no use in rubbing his nose in the fact that her and Olivia had made the decision without Tim's input. Pulling back from the embrace, Bri looked him in the eye. Again he wiped his nose on the sleeve of his t-shirt before nodding in affirmation. Bri looked back at Olivia, who smiled broadly putting her perfect white teeth on display. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" Bri asked, looking at Tim again. "Uh-huh." Tim said quietly. Bri was so ecstatic in that moment, she gave Tim a huge hug, squeezing him tightly before pecking him on the cheek. "Thank you so much, sweetie. I promise we'll find a way to make this work, okay?" Bri said. "Okay." he nodded. "Well, I better get going. I still have to finish packing up some stuff at my place." Olivia said. "Wait, I'll walk you to the door." Bri said, standing up to rush after her. The two women stepped outside into the warm evening air, the sun setting behind them. Bri took Olivia's hand. "I think that went about as well as it could go." Bri said with a smile. "Are you sure? He seemed to take it pretty hard." Olivia said. "Trust me, he'll come around. I know Tim." "Well, as long as the kid behaves himself." On Sunday afternoon that weekend, Bri arrived at Olivia's house with a team of movers she'd hired in advance. Bri and Olivia had decided to move in together whether Tim accepted it or not but it was decided things would go much more smoothly if they had 'the talk' with Tim a few days prior. In truth, Olivia didn't have much besides her desk, some clothes, an expensive ergonomic desk chair, and a few boxes. Olivia carried most of the heavier boxes into the house, making the movers seem almost like a waste of money. The men that moved the large desk into the house were certainly quite a bit bigger and stronger than Tim but Bri suspected that Olivia too was stronger than Tim! She spent at least a few days a week at the gym. Her personality was certainly exuded strength. Olivia was assertive, decisive, responsible, and mature... basically everything that Tim was not. Throughout their marriage, Bri always felt like she had to be strong to support Tim but with Olivia, she just felt so... safe. Bri was thrilled that the big day was finally here. Olivia donned a pair of jeans, a white tank top, and a plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Bri couldn't help but marvel at the athletic woman's strength as she charged up the stairs, sweat glistening on her body. A quick glance confirmed Olivia wasn't wearing a bra. "Where's Timmy?" Olivia asked as she walked into the living room. "He went to the bar to watch a football game. His friend Joseph gave him a ride." Bri said. "So Timmy drinks?" "Not much but every once and a while. I mean, he's not an alcoholic or anything." "As long as he keeps it under control, that is fine with me. Maybe it's better if he's not here this afternoon anyway. I want this moment to be about just us." Olivia smiled. The two women kissed before Olivia walked upstairs. For such an important day, there really wasn't much work to be done and unpacking Olivia's boxes in preparation for setting up her office could be done at a leisurely pace. Olivia thanked the movers, giving them a generous cash tip before closing the front door and locking it. All was silent in the house and Bri heard only the ticking of a clock in the kitchen. The way Olivia had closed the front door made it seem like she was already the woman of the house - the alpha. It was in her nature to take control, just like it was in Tim's nature to lose control: of his job, his emotions, and his bladder. "I can't believe you're actually living here!" Bri said, hugging Olivia and kissing her on the lips. "I love you." Olivia said. "I love you too!" Bri said, practically squealing. A few seconds later, Olivia glanced upstairs then furrowed her brow as if she were contemplating something. "Are you okay?" Bri asked. "Yeah, I'm alright." Olivia said. "What's wrong?" "Nothing. Forget it." "You can tell me." "Well, you know I've always thought you had a lovely home, right?" "Yeah?" "I mean, the furniture and everything is just gorgeous. I'm sorry we had to hang out at my drab apartment for so many months." "I'm just glad you're here to stay." Bri smiled. "I am too. But well, I was moving some things upstairs and I couldn't help but notice there was a slight odor in the hallway by Timmy's room." "Oh... I can't believe this. Ugh, I'm so embarrassed. I'm sorry, Olivia." " Is it his dirty laundry? Or did he forget to flush the toilet in the hall bathroom? What is it?" "Tim had another accident last night. I washed the sheets before you came over and I thought I'd taken care of it. I guess the smell lingers sometimes." "An accident? Is he still wetting the bed?" "Yes, unfortunately." "And you are still doing his laundry?" Olivia asked, raising an eyebrow. "Sometimes." she said biting her lip. Bri looked up at Olivia with big, sad apologetic eyes feeling almost like a child who was being scolded. She knew that Tim should be responsible for washing his own sheets but she had gotten in the habit of doing it for him. "And why can't he do his own laundry?" Olivia said. "He can but he forgets sometimes. Since he had already left to go to the bar today, I figured I would just do it and get it over with. That's probably why it smells though. Usually he does his own laundry right after he wakes up and it's not an issue. He slept in a lot today and then left pretty soon after Joe picked him up." "Mm-hmm." In truth, Bri knew that she had been enabling some of Tim's lazy behavior recently and she felt awkward making so many excuses for him. She knew that Olivia didn't like Tim much to begin with and she didn't want to make things worse. After all, the three of them needed to find a way to get along if the new living situation was going to work out. Bri wanted Olivia to know that Tim wasn't nearly as terrible as she imagined him to be... but she knew there wasn't much she could say to defend him. Walking over to Tim's room, Olivia opened the door. She wrinkled her nose slightly but said nothing. There was a small television, a video game console, and laundry strewn around the floor. "Do you wash his dirty clothes too?" Olivia asked. "No, well, I mean sometimes." "We're going to need to figure out another solution." "What do you mean?" "We can't just allow him to keep stinking up his room and destroying his mattress while you do all his laundry." she said bluntly. Bri stared at the floor, feeling guilty that she had allowed things to go so far. To hear Olivia describe the situation in such terms really hit hard but she couldn't help but silently nod her head in agreement. "What should we do?" Bri asked. "We need to lay down the law. For starters, he needs to be responsible for himself. From now on, he does all his own laundry. No exceptions." "Okay uh, I guess that’s fair." "I'd say it's more than fair. There are probably lots of things we can do to mitigate the situation. Let me think about this. We'll find a solution that works." "Okay." Bri nodded. Bri was unsure of how Tim would react to the two women imposing stricter rules on him but she knew Olivia was right. It wasn't fair for Tim to expect her to clean up after him. Already, Bri could feel the dynamic shifting but she trusted that it would all work out. "Your bedroom, on the other hand, looks and smells lovely." Olivia said with a smile, standing with her arms against the doorframe of the master bedroom. "It is our bedroom now." Bri said with a smile. Bri slowly walked over to her lover, watching as Olivia took off her plaid shirt to reveal her hard nipples underneath the white tank top she was wearing. Bri was wearing only a baggy t-shirt and a pair of designer jeans with her hair pulled into a ponytail. She suddenly wished she'd dressed up more. Her outfit was intended for moving-day, not for date-night. Olivia hardly seemed to care, embracing Bri and kissing her. Within seconds, the two women were running their hands over each other's bodies and French kissing passionately. As usual, Bri felt herself becoming supple in Olivia's arms as the woman pushed her down onto the bed. Within seconds, Olivia was unbuttoning Bri's jeans to reveal a lacy pair of pink panties as the two continued their erotic make out session. In the past, Tim had struggled to unhook the clasps on Bri's lacy bras but Olivia had no difficulty whatsoever in that department as her hands slid inside Bri's baggy t-shirt. Despite the fact that Olivia was in total control of the situation, she still let out an audible moan as Bri grasped her petite breasts through the fabric of her tank top. Yearning to push the envelope further, Bri unbuttoned Olivia's jeans to reveal a familiar pair of black, cotton boyshorts with a rather thick, grey looking waistband. Then in an instant, Olivia pulled Bri's baggy t-shirt over her head and flung onto the floor entangled with her lacy pink bra. Spellbound, Bri watched Olivia's toned arms as they grasped her hips. Seconds later, Olivia's fingers were sliding down into her lacy panties. In her aggressive, animalistic fit of passion; it was clear Olivia was not going to make any attempt to remove Bri's undergarments as her fingers began stimulating her clit. Bri gasped, then started moaning loudly, glad that Tim wasn't there to hear the erotic sounds coming from the bedroom. Olivia's two firm fingers slid effortlessly inside of Bri, hitting her G-spot with great intensity. She was quite wet. Olivia's hand glided in and out of Bri's womanhood with delicate precision. Ironically, somehow Olivia's fingers felt stronger and more powerful than Tim's member ever had been inside her. It wasn't long before Bri was shrieking as Olivia brought her to an explosive orgasm. The two women held each other in a semi-naked embrace for a few minutes as Bri caught her breath. But just as they both knew each other's bodies, they also both knew their own routines. Neither one of them were selfish lovers. It didn't take long for Bri to begin pulling off Olivia's jeans followed by her black cotton underwear. Leaning back on the bed and spreading her legs, Olivia put her hand behind Bri's head to guide it towards her. She smiled broadly as Bri began vigorously licking her clit. Though Bri was laser focused on pleasuring her girlfriend in that moment, she still took some pleasure in feeling her firm and strong hand stroking her bare back. Bri loved the way Olivia's wet lips smelled and she loved the aesthetic of the neatly trimmed hair of her pubic mound. Olivia would reach a spectacular climax in multiple orgasms, eventually leaving both women sweaty and exhausted. The two of them cuddled for much of the afternoon, Bri in her t-shirt and panties and Olivia in her tank top and boyshorts. Eventually, Bri found herself wandering downstairs. Her shirt was baggy enough to cover her lacy lingerie in case Tim walked in at an awkward moment. She'd become far more bashful and private since they had stopped having sex months ago. Yet she still often found Tim ogling her body. When Bri returned to the master bedroom with two glasses of wine in hand, Olivia was sitting up in bed staring at her laptop computer with a look of focus and determination. "I know you've got a big week coming up at work but can't you spare a moment for a toast? You can answer work emails tomorrow." Bri said with a wry smile. Olivia glanced at her but said nothing, punching the keys a few more times before clicking the mouse. "I wasn't looking at work emails. I was just taking care of a few things." Olivia said, taking a glass of wine from Bri. "To us." Bri smiled broadly. "To us." Olivia said, clinking her glass against Bri's glass. Bri took a sip before setting her glass on the nightstand. Climbing into bed, Bri snuggled up beside Olivia and rested her head on her shoulder. "So what were you taking care of that was so important?" Bri asked. "See for yourself." Olivia said, opening up a window on her computer screen. At first, Bri wasn't sure what she was looking at. The screen showed a picture of a large blue package with a white stripe down the side. There was a brand name and the phrase "Incontinence Briefs" with some bullet points below it. - MAXIUMUM ABSORBENCY - ODOR CONTROL - LEAK GUARDS - TAPES FOR A SNUG FIT The penny began to drop in Bri's startled brain. "Adult diapers? Seriously?" she said. "Why not?" said Olivia. "Um, I don't think Tim would like that very much. He's already self conscious about his nighttime accidents." "So because that kid is self conscious, you should just be expected to wash his pee soaked sheets every day and let him stink up your house just to protect his fragile masculinity?" Olivia said. "Uh well, no. I guess not." Olivia's statements about Tim were always blunt and sometimes a little harsh but Bri couldn't disagree with her logic. Calling Tim a "kid" was a tad bit demeaning but Bri had to admit that he'd been acting rather immature these past few months. Besides, Olivia was 41 years old so Tim probably did seem like a kid from her perspective. "I know it's a medical issue but if he won't take responsibility for his problem, then we're going to have to do it for him. This is the perfect solution. He won't ruin his mattress, his room won't stink, and none of us will have to do laundry. He'll even get a better night's rest because he won't be waking up in a wet bed. This is what's best for everyone, including Timmy." "How are we even going to break the news to him?" "Fait accompli." "What?" "It's a French word describing a situation that has already been decided. It'll be just like when we sat down to explain to him that we were moving in together. I already bought three packs of diapers." "Seriously? Three packs? What are we going to do when Tim finds three packages of adult diapers on the doorstep?" "Their packaging is discreet. They'll be in cardboard boxes with my name on them. Don't worry. They won't arrive for a few days but in the meantime, I still think Timmy needs to be washing his own laundry." "Yeah, of course. Just... let me sleep on this. It's a lot to think about." The rest of the evening was fairly leisurely and the two women went to bed after having a light dinner. At one point late in the evening, Bri heard Tim walking in the front door and locking it behind him. Part of her contemplated going downstairs to check on him but she was far too tired and quickly drifted back to sleep. The following morning, Olivia walked into the master bathroom still wearing her tank top and underwear. Bri was standing in front of the mirror, applying her makeup with a few dozen cosmetic products spread out on the counter. "Sorry about all my stuff. I told you I take forever to get ready in the morning." Bri said. "No big deal. I don't take long to get ready at all. That's a cute outfit." Olivia said. "Thanks." Bri smiled. She had a black skirt that ended just above her knees, putting her long smooth legs on display and a white button down blouse. "Can I go downstairs and get you a cup of coffee perhaps?" Olivia said. "Sure, that would be great." As soon as Olivia left the room, Bri cringed. Would Tim be uncomfortable if he saw Olivia walking around in her underwear? Maybe but then again, Bri wanted Olivia to be right at home and she couldn't exactly order her to put on clothes every time she left the bedroom. Ultimately, she was glad Olivia was comfortable enough to walk around the house half naked. A few minutes later, Olivia returned with a cup of coffee. "Your hubby is passed out on the couch. He must have had a big night." Olivia said. "Oh no..." Bri said. Her makeup only partially complete, she brushed past Olivia and quickly began running downstairs, anxious about what she might find. When alcohol was involved, Tim was pretty much guaranteed to wet himself. Sure enough when she reached the living room, Tim was lying on his back with a big wet spot on the front of his jeans. "Tim! Tim! Wake up." she said, jostling his shoulder. Disoriented and groggy, the shaggy haired young man opened his eyes. "Bri? What the... oh shit." he mumbled. "Why did you pass out on the couch? Why didn't you just go to your bed?" Bri shouted. "I was watching TV. I'm sorry." "Get up. Get up." Bri said. Feeling the couch cushion and finding it dry, Bri let out a sigh of relief. His jeans must have soaked up most of his pee. "You could have ruined the couch! What's wrong with you?" she shouted. "Bri? What's the matter? Are you okay?" Olivia asked, walking down the stairs still scantily clad. "Tim had an accident but miraculously the couch is alright. Tim, I'm really getting tired of this. Did you know that you forgot to wash your pee soaked sheets yesterday and I had to wash them for you?" "I'm sorry. It was an accident." Tim said, his bottom lip quivering. Bri sighed heavily, shaking her head. For a moment, she noticed Tim's eyes wandering down to stare at Olivia's half naked body. "Okay, let's all take a breather." Olivia said. "You still need to finish getting ready for work and so do I for that matter... Timmy, why don't you go take off all your clothes and put them in the washer. Then go take a shower." Tim had a vulnerable and confused look on his face. "Tim, do what she says, please." After a few seconds of hesitation, he nodded and walked out of the room. Bri had to admit, she found herself strangely turned on by how confident and in control Olivia could be even standing there in her underwear. And really, it was Tim who should have been embarrassed standing there in pee soaked jeans.

Does anyone know where I can find the story "The Age of Demeter" by Sallykat? (She's a pretty talented author in my opinion!) The story was written years ago and never finished but I thought it was quite interesting. I can't seem to find it anywhere online.

I think most of us here have a strange, special reaction to hearing the word "diaper" spoken out loud. For me, the word makes me mildly uncomfortable and awkward but also excited. On those rare occasions when the word comes up in normal, mundane conversation; I try not to react to it. But when talking about one person wearing this garment or talking about one of these garments individually, do you say 'diaper' or 'diapers'? For example: "Joe is wearing his diapers." "Joe is wearing a diaper." "I saw Joe is his diapers." We often talk about a 'pair' of underwear, even though an underwear is one piece of clothing. In the United States, we use the word "panties" even if it is one skimpy garment. In Europe, the word "knickers" is sometimes used, once again to refer to one singular garment. I'm not policing anyone's grammar. I'm just curious. Do you guys prefer "diaper" or "diaperS"? Why or why not?

Like most of us here, I am an ABDL an I really enjoy everything about wearing a good diaper. But how do you all feel about underwear? I have also always been fascinated by 'regular' underwear, the reusable ones made out of different kinds of fabrics. Normal underwear are not nearly as fascinating to me as diapers are of course but still interesting, especially given the variety that exists out there. For men's underwear, we have boxers, briefs, boxer-briefs, and trunks. The social stigma associated with so called 'tighty whities' or plain white briefs in recent years is interesting. They are considered unattractive, comical, or nerdy and who can deny that they bear SOME superficial similarities to diapers. Sometimes I enjoy wearing white briefs for that very reason. But of course, they aren't nearly as amazing as diapers! Even so, I like wearing regular underwear because those times when I do put on a diaper become even more intense because the feeling is so different! Women's underwear fascinates me also and the variety is even greater! I guess, like a lot of 'vanilla' guys out there, the idea of a woman in sexy lingerie is arousing to me. That's probably the most vanilla of all my kinks, so I suppose its really not unusual, especially for a heterosexual man like myself. But I find ALL women's underwear fascinating, not just the styles that society considers 'sexy'. A basic pair of cotton panties in a solid color from the average department store fascinates and arouses me every bit as much as a lacy thong. Even a large, high waisted pair of granny panties can certainly look sexy on a woman in my opinion. In a strange way, I don't really even see this as a separate fetish because in my mind, it is so closely connected with my love of diapers. I love the stark contrast of wearing a thick, bulky, crinkling diaper while thinking about the fact that most adult women out there (and men) have undergarments that are the polar opposite - thin, invisible, and silent under their clothes. I don't even wear diapers out in public very often but just the THOUGHT is enough sometimes. I've never worn women's clothing. I always found women's underwear to be more attractive looking on WOMEN, personally. Not kink shaming, just sharing my opinion. I've noticed there are at least a few ABDL stories out there where a man wears or is forced to wear women's underwear. Are there a lot of diaper lovers out there that also like to wear women's undergarments? Is there some kind of connection there, perhaps due to a special appreciation for soft undergarments? Or is that just a case of the occasional ABDL that also happens to have a panty fetish? I would love to hear from both male and female ABDLs about how they feel about regular underwear. Does anyone share my fascination with it? Or are my interests just weird and eclectic?

I think there are an above average number of ABDLs with an intellectual disability of some kind such as ADHD, autism, and learning disabilities. Some of these disabilities mean that a person's childhood is fraught with a number of experiences where they cannot do simple tasks that their peers are capable of doing. The embarrassment, vulnerability, and sense of inferiority that develops can make you FEEL younger than you actually are. Also, an intellectual disability can specifically make potty training a lot more difficult. Some autistic children are very late to get potty trained for instance. Late potty training or anxiety about using the toilet in early childhood could certainly make diapers seem more appealing, right? I personally have dyscalcula, a math related learning disability but its not just math equations that I have struggled with in my life. Even today, tasks that involve multiple steps can be difficult for me to do properly. Sometimes I will have to go very slowly and sometimes I will skip a step accidentally. As a child, tying my shoes was a skill I learned a few years late compared with other kids my age. When all the other kids can tie their shoes and you can't, you feel pretty little! It isn't hard to imagine one of my classmates saying something like, "You don't know how to tie your shoes? What are you, a baby?!" And it isn't hard to imagine 7 year old me, without a fully formed brain, wondering why I was so 'babyish' compared to my peers. Since sequencing tasks involving multiple steps was difficult for me, I am pretty sure I also struggled with potty training as a toddler and found it anxiety inducing. If the task of using the toilet as a toddler induces anxiety, it isn't hard to imagine that diapers (or even the thought of diapers) might relieve that anxiety. I can say with absolute certainty that my own intellectual disability is linked to my ABDL fetish.

Over the years, I've read a lot of personal accounts on these boards about dating and relationships. Having an unusual kink can certainly complicate a relationship, especially if your partner is vanilla. Perhaps there is no one piece of advice that will be applicable to every relationship but I'd like to think my advice below applies the the vast majority of romantic relationships. I think this advice will be especially important for young people who have less experience with dating. Dr. Seuss once wrote, "Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple." 1. If you are in a romantic relationship, be honest and tell your partner about your ABDL fetish. Coming 'out of the closet' to your partner will usually not be easy and its probably not an ideal conversation on the first or second date. But if things are getting serious and you plan on having a long term, romantic relationship; TELL YOUR PARTNER. 2. Do not stay in a relationship with a romantic partner that does not accept you for who you are. Some people will not want to participate in your ABDL lifestyle. Thats understandable. Some people will be disgusted by diapers, urine, or feces. That too is absolutely understandable. But if your partner cannot accept that you have an ABDL fetish - and that the fetish is not going to disappear - then END THE RELATIONSHIP. - I know it will be difficult for some people to make these decisions but your life will be better in the long run. I'm really shocked that there are people who would WANT to be in a sexual, emotionally intimate relationship while simultaneously keeping a huge secret from their partner. It will be extremely unpleasant and confusing if your partner/spouse randomly discovers that you've been keeping a huge secret from them for months or years. Finding adult baby paraphernalia hidden in a closet or an attic will likely be much worse for your loved one than simply having an honest conversation. George Washington famously said, "It is better to be alone than in bad company." I cannot begin to fathom why anyone would want to be in a committed relationship with someone who believed that their very sexual identity was disgusting or offensive. People need to have some self-esteem. Like I said earlier, it is understandable if a person does not want to participate in this particular fetish. Everyone has their own sexual boundaries and their own comfort zone. But your romantic partner needs to accept that this is a part of you and its not something you can simply 'quit' or erase from your mind. Its the year 2021. The world is full of open minded, vanilla people who will accept your ABDL fetish. Not only that but there are some vanilla people out there who will actually PARTICIPATE in your fetish with you! Do you want someone to change your diaper? There's a non-judgmental vanilla person out there that will do that for the person they love! I have met several of in my life: open minded, attractive women happy to snuggle with me while I'm wearing a diaper! You don't have to trap yourself in a relationship built on lies and deception. And you don't have to trap yourself in a relationship with someone who cannot accept you and finds you revolting.

Babykult, here is a link that should work for you. https://www.amazon.fr/dp/B09BJSB3RT

https://amzn.to/3zVgsHi I know a couple of people here on Daily Diapers follow my work so I just wanted to let everyone know that my newest Ebook is out on Amazon today. Instead of posting the first chapter the way I've done in the past, I thought I would offer an excerpt from the book instead that might be more interesting (seen below.) If you want to read the first chapter for free, you should also be able to do so by clicking the Amazon link above. There is a sequel to this Ebook coming out in just a few weeks! SYNOPSIS: Liz is an attractive, successful 24 year old woman whose boyfriend Cody just moved into her apartment. Liz hoped that Cody moving out of his parents house would help him to grow up but since moving in, he's been nothing but lazy and immature. Now, she has discovered that he has a bedwetting problem. But getting Cody to take some responsibility for his little problem is just the first step in Liz taking control of their relationship. When Liz returned home from work, her boyfriend Cody was nowhere to be found. The apartment was quiet and Liz figured that her roommate Sophia was probably still at work. Sophia was a waitress so her schedule naturally changed fairly frequently. Walking into the bedroom, Liz groaned loudly. The mattress was still bare. Sure enough, when she went to open the washing machine, the sheets were still there. She had given Cody just one job to do that day: wash the sheets, put them in the drier, and return them onto the bed. He hadn't even done that! While Liz didn't want to chastise Cody for having an accident, it often felt like she did all the household chores in their apartment. Before she could load the sheets into the drier though, there was a knock at the door. It was curious since Liz hadn't been expecting any company. As she opened the door, the visitor greeted her with a smile. Kayla. She was Cody's younger sister, three years his junior to be precise but already in college herself. Much like Cody, she had a thin, slender build with brown hair and blue eyes. "Hey Kayla, how've you been?" Liz said. "Great! I just came to drop off that stuff you asked me for." Kayla said, handing Liz a hardcover textbook along with a few notebooks. "Thanks so much. I appreciate it." When Cody had moved in with Liz a few months ago, he had already dropped out of school so he hadn't bothered to take any of his school materials with him in the move. Since Liz had always gotten along pretty well with Cody's sister, she asked her to gather up what few school supplies were left in his room and bring them over. Ever since Cody decided to take a semester off, Liz had been hoping that he would eventually return to school. Though that prospect didn't seem very likely at the moment, Liz was grateful that Kayla had honored her request. "Do you want to come in?" Liz offered. "Sure." Kayla shrugged. "Can I get you a drink of something?" "How about a beer?" "Nice try, missy. I know you're only 19 years old." "I was just kidding." she said innocently. Wasting no time, Liz returned to pulling out the bedding from the washer and stuffing it into the drier. "Ah, I see that my supposedly older brother is still wetting the bed, huh?" Kayla said with a giggle. "What do you mean? Did he wet the bed when he lived at your parent's house?" Liz asked. "Yeah, you didn't know that? Oh my gosh! I can't believe he didn't tell you he wet the bed before moving in with you!" "Did he do it for a long time?" "Off and on over the years. For a while, his whole room smelled like pee. That's probably why my mom made him wear diapers to bed." "Diapers?" Liz asked, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, like those old people diapers, you know?" "How often did he have accidents at night?" "I don't know? I think my mom used a calendar to keep track for a while. Usually it was a couple times a week." "Did your mom ever take him to see a doctor for it?" "Yeah, he went to a urologist a couple years ago. Apparently some small percentage of the adult population still wets the bed. It was something about bladder muscles? I don't remember. Personally, I always thought he was just being lazy." Kayla said with a sneer. Liz finished the rest of her conversation with Kayla, then politely showed her to the door and said goodbye. Deep down though, Liz was furious. Before Kayla had come to the door, Liz thought that Cody had experienced a handful of anomalous bedwetting accidents. Now it was clear that Cody had struggled with bedwetting for years, long before the day that he first met Liz! In all that time, he never uttered a word about it. Then even after moving in with her a few months ago, he actively tried to cover it up. Walking into the bedroom and sniffing the air, Liz could still detect a hint of stale urine. Opening up the pantry, she found Cody's pee soaked boxer briefs. Groaning to herself, she lugged the pantry over to the washer and began sorting the clothes to do a load of laundry. At this point, Liz felt like a working mother with a lazy teenage son... not an adult partner in a long term relationship. "Hey, girl!" Sophia said, walking in the front door. Judging from her black polo shirt and tight blue jeans, Sophia had probably just come from waiting tables. "Where the hell is Cody? Did he say anything about going out with friends before he left today?" Liz snapped. "Well, hello to you too! I think Cody said he had plans this afternoon before he left." Sophia said. Liz's expression softened. "I'm sorry, Sophia. I'm not mad at you. It's just been a long day. I asked Cody to put everything in the drier today and he didn't even do that." "Did that boy pee the bed again?" Sophia asked. "Yeah." Sophia said nothing but her facial expressions spoke volumes. Her eyebrows raised and her nose wrinkled. To her credit, Sophia didn't make any of her usual snide comments about Cody, though this time she would have been well within her right to do so. Liz knew that these new revelations weren't going to improve Sophia's opinion of Cody but she wasn't even going to try to defend Cody's actions to her. At this point, she just needed someone to vent to. She needed her best friend. "Can we go and get a drink? I'm kind of overwhelmed right now." Liz asked. "Sure, girl! It's Friday and I just got paid today. My treat. Let's go." "What would I do without you?" Liz smiled. In the air conditioned wine bar; Liz explained the situation in detail to her best friend. While Sophia usually was loud and opinionated, she could also be a good listener when she knew Liz was stressed out about something. "I just want to fix all of this." Liz said, taking a sip of her glass of red wine. "Well, the solution is pretty obvious when you think about it." Sophia said. "I'm not kicking Cody out and I'm not breaking up with him." Liz said defensively. "Chill out, girl. I wasn't going to say that." "Really?" "Yeah, I mean I know that Cody and I don't always get along and if I'm being honest, I think you could do better. But I know you love him and I want to be supportive." "Thanks." "But you know you gotta put him back in diapers at night!" "Seriously?" "Yeah, you said that's what his momma used to do." "Cody would never agree to that. The fact that his mom made him wear those things was probably one of the reasons why he moved out of her house. Cody is an adult. I'll just sit down with him and we'll have a reasonable discussion and talk about possible solutions." "Fuck all that." Sophia said bluntly. "He ain't acting like an adult. He's acting like a spoiled brat. He had a chance to be an adult and tell you the truth when he moved in. He blew it. Now you're telling me he can't even put the sheets in the drier while you're at work all day?" Liz said nothing. It was hard to argue with Sophia's logic. To read the full novella, click the link below: https://amzn.to/3zVgsHi

D503, I didn't have any plans to write sequels about Tommy and Miss Collins. But maybe I should consider it? I'm always surprised when I get messages/comments asking for a sequel to work that is a few years old. In my mind, after a few years, I figure no one remembers the story or the characters! So I move on to writing new stories. I've had some odd sequel requests over the years. 'My Last Night of D.R.I.' was a decent story but, in my opinion, I think my writing has improved over the years. I'm glad there are still a few people out there on the internet that enjoy my older stories. Mugi, Thanks for the kind words. Yes, E.L. Haley is my pen name. Just a few days ago, I released a new Ebook about a young man conflicted about living an ABDL lifestyle, dating an attractive older woman. Its called 'Together Again'. You might enjoy it. (Link below) https://www.amazon.com/Together-Again-novella-L-Haley-ebook/dp/B095T2C8SR/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=EL+Haley+together+again&qid=1622143986&sr=8-1

Thanks for all the kind words. It feels like forever since I even THOUGHT about this story. Glad it still finds a few readers on here. I've been writing Ebooks lately. This one in particular is very similar to 'My Last Night of D.R.I.' (Linked below) Maybe you guys would enjoy it? https://www.amazon.com/My-Time-Jen-ABDL-Novel-ebook/dp/B07WHR3D93/ref=sr_1_9?dchild=1&keywords=my+time+with+jen&qid=1621887050&sr=8-9

Maybe this is a dumb question but... what does "SMEXED" mean? I have never heard that term before.

I recently engaged in some consensual, non-sexual ABDL role playing with a very close friend of mine. It was a special experience that involved a lot of trust. I have only ever told four people about my ABDL side so this was a big step for me. I guess I'm writing about it now because there aren't a lot of people in my life whom I can share this good news with. I am also wondering what the experiences of other people have been in regards to role playing. (Some people here seem to do it quite regularly with their partners!) How does it make you feel, emotionally and psychologically? Are there conflicting emotions such as feeling simultaneously embarassed and humiliated while also feeling loved and cared for? (Seems like that might be par for the course!) As I said, my experience was very positive. And yet, I was surprised that it almost seemed to induce an altered state of consciousness, like being slightly drunk. Some people in the BDSM community talk about "sub-space" as if it were a drug that was clouding their minds. I'm not sure if what I experienced was "sub-space" or not. I found myself realizing in my conscious mind that it was all a game of playing pretend but subconsciously feeling like it was all very real. I never actually believed I was a child... but the line between reality and role playing did feel like it was blurring in my own mind once or twice during the experience. So that was certainly intense. All in all, I would say it was an amazing experience and I'm very lucky to have such a wonderful and open minded friend who was willing to role play with me! Tell me about all of your experiences?

I agree with Rosalie.Bent. There needs to be a demonstrable reason for divulging this information to anyone. For most of us this is, after all, a very private and intimate part of ourselves. Imagine someone saying: "Mom and dad, I need to tell you something. I am sexually aroused by the idea of dominant women wearing high heels and black leather whipping me and verbally humiliating me. Just wanted you to know." What the hell is the point of divulging that information? Your parents do not NEED to know anything about your private sexual desires/inclinations. On the other hand, if a person is gay, divulging that to parents/family/friends is vitally important. Otherwise, a gay person would be forced to hide the fact that they were in a relationship. They would have to conceal the very existence of the person that they loved, lived with, and spent most of their time with. Such a charade would be extremely elaborate and very stressful to maintain. Thus, it makes sense to "come out of the closet". On a side note, this was also a reason why the "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" policy in the U.S. military needed to be repealed. But that still doesn't mean you have to reveal the details of your sex life to your parents. Ferix makes the point that crafting diapers is a business and he left his former job to focus on crafting the diapers. So this is a circumstance where it makes more sense to divulge the information. My ABDL side is also a source of income for me. I write ABDL ebooks on Amazon Kindle. Its very helpful to be able to work from home and make some meager amount of money, especially now with the Coronavirus! However, this doesn't mean I felt compelled to "come out" to my parents. I am still very discreet. I have told them I write ebooks and naturally they asked about what genre my fictional works are set within. I told them I write "romance" novels. In some ways, this is true. In other ways, it is disingenuous. But my ABDL side is a very private, intimate part of who I am as a person. There is no reason the whole world needs to know about it. We live in a day and age where "coming out" of any closet is praised as courageous and brave. And indeed, there are lots of people that needed to muster some measure of bravery to tell their family about who they were. Its not reasonable to ask someone to conceal marriages/intimate relationships for fear that their family will not accept them. That being said, I don't think we spend enough time trying to empathize with the family in these situations. It is a fact that human beings lose brain plasticity as we grow older. This makes it much more difficult to learn new skills and integrate new ideas into our worldview. Even when learning new skills or ideas are vitally important to older people's well being, it can be incredibly difficult for them! Sure, prejudices like homophobia for instance are wrong - but imagine being raised in a world where homophobia was taught and affirmed constantly in every facet of your life. Then, suddenly, a lifetime of conditioning needs to be cast aside in a single day - and your failure to do so means that you'll be branded an evil, bigoted monster! Homophobia is immoral and hateful. But I must say that I have some sympathy for homophobic people. They are struggling to accept new ideas in the face of a rapidly changing world and culture. The state of LGBT rights has changed drastically within the past two decades. Within the course of just 10 years, we went from Democratic candidates like Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton saying that marriage should only be between a man and a woman... to the U.S. Supreme Court declaring gay marriage would be the law nationwide! This is a breathtaking pace. Is it really so shocking that there are people in this country struggling to keep up with it? Is it really so terrible that there are older people in the twilight of their lives feeling conflicted, confused, or uncomfortable with drastic cultural changes taking place all around them? If we want other people to love and accept us, flawed as we might be, then perhaps we should make an effort to love and accept other people too. (Even if they are wrong in their beliefs.) So if diapers and ABDL lifestyles play a major role in your life outside the bedroom, yes, maybe you need to consider the possibility of telling some of your family members about it. But I would suggest a cautious approach. Think long and hard about whether your mother and father really need to know all the details about your preference of underwear... and realize that revealing it to them might make them uncomfortable.

The reality is that regardless of whether you are an adult baby or a diaper lover (or both); we are all aware that we live in a society where adult diapers are still a very taboo subject. There are many negative stereotypes associated with diapers. People who have a medical need for adult diapers are seen stereotypically as babies, toddlers, or senile old people. Of course, true incontinence affects a wide range of people - not just babies and old people. And diapers are just a garment used to deal with incontinence. But the sociologically and psychologically, diapers represent something very different in the minds of most people. To many people, they are not simply a tool used to deal with a certain medical condition like crutches or eye glasses. Instead, diapers represent an infantile, weak, vulnerable sense of helplessness and dependence. Most of us who wear diapers for fun or pleasure are aware of these negative taboos that society has. For me personally, even wearing a diaper alone in the privacy of my own home is just a little bit embarrassing and a little bit humiliating. Wetting a diaper in the privacy of my own home feels even more embarrassing. The act of potty training small children is often a form of brain washing where parents and caregivers send the message that diapers are bad and using the toilet is good. To some extent, these messages are helpful to motivate children - provided the parent/caregiver is loving and compassionate about delivering that message. But of course, it leaves us perceiving diapers as embarrassing and humiliating because of the messages we received in childhood from (often) parents/caregivers who only had good intentions and were trying to help us take the next developmental step. We all know these messages and often heard them in childhood. "You're a big boy now and diapers are for babies." "Big boys wear underwear, not diapers." "You don't need diapers anymore. You can use the potty." "Don't pee in your pants. Only babies pee in their pants. Use the potty instead!" These messages get hard wired into our brains. Even if we know consciously that this fetish is harmless, there is often a lingering SUBCONSCIOUS feeling in our heads. For that reason; diapers make me feel embarrassed and humiliated... but they also help me to regress and to feel cared for... like no matter what I do, everything is going to be alright. Even if I have an accident; I'm protected. Even if I pee in my pants on purpose, everything will be fine. Nothing bad will happen. There is one word that I have heard many ABDL people utter when asked about how diapers make them feel. This word comes up over and over again. SAFE. Diapers make us feel safe. There's some embarrassment and humiliation that might accompany our complex feelings but overall, there is also a sense of safety. Thats just my take on it!

Eagle0769, Thank you for buying my latest Ebook. I really appreciate the support and I work really hard on my books. I assure you that all of my stories have plenty of diaper content so... even if there are other fetishes mentioned that you don't enjoy, there will ALWAYS be plenty of diaper scenes. (I assume most of us like to see diaper content in a story somewhere, right?) There are physical descriptions of both Emily and Mike throughout the book and there are multiple descriptions just within this chapter that I posted here. I have copied and pasted them below though if you'd like to read them. EMILY Brushing her short bangs out of her eyes, she propped her head up on her arm. Her tiny nose, long eyelashes, and warm smile were the epitome of feminine beauty. That much Mike had to admit. But the rest of her seemed rather masculine. He was still getting used to her recent pixie cut, which now made her current style shorter than his own shaggy hair. Mike missed her long, flowing, golden brown locks. The plain black pair of spandex boyshorts that she had worn to bed resembled something an athlete might wear and considering her exertions the previous evening with the harness, Mike had to admit they were appropriate. Even so, he had hoped to see her in some lacy lingerie or that transparent pair of panties he knew she owned. Her baggy tank top left her hard nipples visible in the morning light but her toned biceps were now clearly on display. He knew she had been working out a lot but it was now starting to show more. Gyms were largely female dominated institutions now… it was simply too difficult for most boys to build muscle mass. Nutrition guides for mothers and wives alike encouraged keeping boys on a healthy diet and avoiding junk food and sugar. MIKE Pulling off his shirt, Mike wanted to appear confident even though his skinny physique wasn’t his most impressive feature. When the boys in the dorms were sent to the showers, he noticed Drew had a few dark hairs on his chest. Mike wished his own chest wasn’t so bare… he also wished that his pubic hair hadn’t been lasered off. As for your question about the strap-on dildo, no, Emily does not directly receive a lot of sexual pleasure from pegging. In this fictional future world, pegging is more about dominance, power, and psychological pleasures. Its a means for women to assert dominance. Emily gets sexually pleasured in many OTHER ways within this story. Fire07, Thanks for all your support for my Ebooks! Glad you enjoyed them. At some point, maybe I will have other stories set in this future world but for the moment, I plan to write other ABDL stories for different Ebooks. And this will definately be the last story for Mike and Emily. I am not currently planning to write any sequels to this work or other works in the near future. The "Jen" series probably won't have many more sequels either - at least not within the next couple of months. But you can find "My Time With Jen" - which is a compilations of ALL the installments in the Jen series at the link below. Although, I'm assuming you already bought it, right? https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07WHR3D93/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i3

Hi everyone, I know there are some people on this site that follow and read my Ebooks on Amazon Kindle. It has been years of writing but I have written the final sequel to my 'New World' series and released it on Amazon. If anyone cares to read the first chapter (below) feel free. Scroll to the bottom for a link if anyone who wants the full Ebook. Chapter I: The Honeymoon Mike could hear the sound of waves crashing on the sandy beach outside as the dim morning sun shone into the hotel window. The lavish room that Emily had booked for their honeymoon had an ocean view that was fairly impressive but that wasn’t what was on Mike’s mind in that very moment. The first thing that struck him as he slowly awoke was the fact that it seemed to be quite early which was strange, since he usually slept in fairly late when he didn’t have classes. Emily was usually up for an hour or two before Mike even started to stir, let alone wake. Squirming a little with his wet diaper crinkling between his legs, he could feel Emily’s warm embrace, her slumbering body spooning him from behind. It was a position that was always tender and reassuring for them to sleep in. However, on that particular morning, Mike was much less comfortable than usual. His sphincter and his butt cheeks were sore from Emily pegging him the previous evening and in all honesty, he had expected as much. It was nothing new. What bothered him was that Emily hadn’t bothered to remove her harness the previous night; attached to which was a sizable, neon green dildo that was currently prodding Mike’s padded rear end. Considering he was wearing nothing more than a diaper and a short t shirt, it made him feel more than a little vulnerable. It was an uncomfortable reminder of how he’d submitted to her the previous evening… and how aggressively she had ravished him. The previous evening’s intimacy served to consummate the couple’s new marriage. If the dramatic wedding ceremony had left any doubt about Mike’s new fate, their night of intimacy certainly hadn’t. The first round had been the most aggressive, with Mike on his hands and knees as Emily fucked him doggy style with her silicone phallus. He could only stare at the headboard of the bed as Emily’s hands grasped him by the hips. With his member locked up in a chastity device, Mike hadn’t even been allowed an orgasm. He just breathed a sigh of relief when his wife withdrew. At least she had used plenty of lube. Emily had made arrangements with the hotel staff to place a plastic cover over the mattress, knowing full well Mike would be out of diapers for at least a few fleeting moments of their weekend. Once he was changed into a fresh diaper, part of Mike worried that Emily might be so cruel as to forbid him any orgasms on their entire honeymoon, just to show that she would be the one in charge in their new marriage. Fortunately, that proved not to be the case. The couple shared a few glasses of champagne and Mike was happy when Emily permitted him to drink out of a long stemmed glass rather than his plastic sippy cup. For a moment, he felt like a real adult. Then, Mike once again watched as his new wife tightened the straps of her harness against her taught, muscular thighs. Seconds later, Mike was whimpering as she untaped his diaper. Truthfully, he’d had enough for one evening and wasn’t anxious to be pegged again but a little gentle coercion from Emily was all he needed to end up on his back. He quickly became more enthusiastic though when Emily pressed a button on her watch and the lock on his chastity device popped open. Emily placed the components on the bedside table but before Mike had even gotten a chance to touch his tiny flaccid penis, Emily was entering inside him again. The alcohol had allowed his entire body to relax more than it usually would have and he quickly fell back into the rhythm of moving his hips to meet her thrusts. Another few minutes of getting railed and Mike’s tiny member was rock hard, even though his body felt exhausted. Retrieving a baby wipe from a package on the bed, Emily generously stroked him until he came in an explosive orgasm shortly thereafter. Of course, when the whole experience was over, Emily had remembered to lock him up again in chastity before powdering and diapering him but she hadn’t taken off her harness. Occasionally, they cuddled after sex while she donned her artificial phallus but she had never slept with it on! Maybe she had just been too tired to take it off? It had been a passionate night and not without some enjoyment for Mike… but he was still distracted as he awoke that morning. “Mikey?” the gorgeous woman said with a yawn. “Yeah?” “You awake, baby?” she asked. “Yeah.” Mike frowned at her used of the word ‘baby’. While he figured it was meant to be affectionate, during his time at the Haber Institute not so long ago, he had gotten the chance to see just what it was like to be a treated like a helpless infant. Now Emily had a ‘nursery’ with an actual crib in their apartment that she expected him to sleep in! Mike supposed he should be grateful to be permitted to sleep in the same bed as his wife on their honeymoon. Maybe he didn’t have a lot of decision making power in his marriage but he was an adult, plain and simple. Now that his wife was awake, Mike managed to wriggle free from her embrace and roll over onto his back, grateful to feel his padded butt resting on a soft bed. Even so, he clenched his cheeks as he recalled the previous night’s encounter. It was obvious from the heavy, spongy feeling between his legs that Mike had wet his diaper. That was certainly no surprise but it didn’t help him to feel any less like a helpless baby in that moment. “You never took off your…” Mike stopped in mid-sentence as he got a look at the dildo that had violated him the previous night. “Oh… yeah.” Emily glanced down and then giggled to herself. Brushing her short bangs out of her eyes, she propped her head up on her arm. Her tiny nose, long eyelashes, and warm smile were the epitome of feminine beauty. That much Mike had to admit. But the rest of her seemed rather masculine. He was still getting used to her recent pixie cut, which now made her current style shorter than his own shaggy hair. Mike missed her long, flowing, golden brown locks. The plain black pair of spandex boyshorts that she had worn to bed resembled something an athlete might wear and considering her exertions the previous evening with the harness, Mike had to admit they were appropriate. Even so, he had hoped to see her in some lacy lingerie or that transparent pair of panties he knew she owned. Her baggy tank top left her hard nipples visible in the morning light but her toned biceps were now clearly on display. He knew she had been working out a lot but it was now starting to show more. Gyms were largely female dominated institutions now… it was simply too difficult for most boys to build muscle mass. Nutrition guides for mothers and wives alike encouraged keeping boys on a healthy diet and avoiding junk food and sugar. It was all Mike could do to look her in the eyes, trying to ignore the brightly colored phallus, which stood permanently at attention around Emily’s waist. Mike frowned, whimpering quietly to himself. “Ah, what’s the matter, Mikey? Didn’t you enjoy yourself last night? I’m pretty sure the whole floor above us heard you cumming.” Emily said with a giggle. Mike squirmed a little, his sodden diaper crinkling between his legs as he rolled onto his side to face Emily. She was right. He’d let out a pretty loud moan when he had finally been permitted to climax as Emily fucked him in the ass. Even thinking about the orgasm made his tiny member stir inside of the plastic tube that imprisoned it. Still though, he had his reservations. He yearned to have sex the way real menonce did in generations past. His thoughts were interrupted by his wife’s two fingers sliding into the leg band of his diaper and grazing his thigh as they slid closer to the middle of the diaper. “Yikes, no wonder you’re frowning. You really need a change. You’re soaked. I guess you had a little too much champagne last night, huh?” “No, it’s not that…” Mike mumbled. It was no use though. His wife had already gotten out of bed and was retrieving a clean diaper from the package on the dresser along with a bottle of talcum powder. “You’ll feel a lot less cranky once we get you into a clean diaper.” Emily smiled. Mike watched as she unfolded the gleaming white disposable garment in her hands, her rigid dildo still pointing directly at him, fastened to her body with a tight harness. He slid onto the changing pad near the edge of the bed as Emily rolled up his t shirt. “Are you ever going to take that thing off?” Mike asked. “Hey, I thought you might like a quickie before breakfast.” Mike frowned. The idea of getting an orgasm two days in a row would normally have thrilled him. Yet he was too sore to even entertain the idea of Emily fucking him again. He worried that he wouldn’t have much choice in the matter anyway. As if reading his mind, Emily softened her expression. “Alright, I can see you’re still tired from last night. Lets just grab some breakfast and go for a walk on the beach, alright?” Emily said. “Sounds nice.” Mike said. Ripping the tabs on his diaper, she proceeded to wipe his crotch thoroughly. Placing the soggy garment in a chrome diaper genie in the corner to dispose of it, she pulled another baby wipe out of its package and proceeded to stroke her dildo a few times, making sure it was clean. She donned the damn strap-on harness through the entire diaper change but once her husband was taped up in a clean diaper, she began adjusting the straps and stepping out of it, much to Mike’s relief. Unfortunately, she placed it on the dresser right beside his package of diapers, standing straight up. “Are you just going to leave that on the dresser?” Mike asked. “Sure, why not? This is the honeymoon suite after all, babe. Are you worried a maid is going to notice that I enjoy fucking my husband?” Mike frowned but said nothing. He had to accept that this was just what couples did on their honeymoon. Somehow though, it still embarrassed him as if he should be ashamed or something. It was the same way Mike got embarrassed about pooping in his diaper, even though all the boys he knew messed their diapers daily. His friend Drew almost took pride in the notion of women fucking him in the ass but Mike never could. Did he enjoy being allowed to have an orgasm? Of course! There were other ways of accomplishing that though and after all, it was his honeymoon weekend too! Emily wore a red, button down blouse without sleeves and a tight pair of designer jeans. A pair of leather sandals completed the outfit. His wife’s bright blue, painted toenails showed she was still at least a little bit feminine, though her toned arms were still on display. Mike had a baby blue t shirt and a pair of stretchy black sweatpants. If nothing else, he was comfortable. Emily slung his brightly colored diaper bag around her shoulder before they departed. He said little at breakfast but was happy to enjoy a delicious omelet and hash browns. Emily even allowed him a mimosa, which helped to soothe his hangover and his sore body. As they strolled into the hotel lobby, getting ready for their walk on the beach, Emily untied the drawstring on Mike’s sweatpants before slipping them down to his ankles. Rolling his eyes, Mike stood still as Emily slid her fingers into his diaper before peering over his shoulder and pulling on the waistband to check down the back. He didn’t even protest anymore. Aside from one or two patrons in the lobby glancing at them, no one paid them any attention. It certainly wasn’t the first time a boy’s diaper had been checked in a public part of the hotel. Of course, Mike was dry or… mostly dry? Until his diaper started to sag, Mike didn’t really feel much discomfort from being wet. The absorbent leak core in his undergarments really ruled out any chance of leaking so he didn’t have much to worry about. “Okay, step out of these.” Emily said. “What?” Mike said indignantly. “Its pretty warm out.” “So?” “Mikey, lots of boys are running around out there in just their diapers. It’ll be a lot more comfortable for you. Besides, it’ll be a lot easier to check your diaper if I can just glance at it rather than having to pull down your pants constantly.” Mike just sighed as his wife carefully slipped his sweatpants over his sneakers before rolling them up and slipping them into his diaper bag. The tropical sun was certainly pretty hot as they stepped out onto the sandy beach. Mike’s genitals felt a little warm inside of the padding that confined them but he had to admit, at least to himself, the breeze on his bare legs felt nice. Feeling distant and detached, Mike stared out at the vast ocean in front of them as the waves crashed rhythmically along the shoreline. His entire life was ahead of him and he’d be spending it with the woman of his dreams, yet he couldn’t help but feel worried about how little freedom he would now have as a married boy in society. Watching a group of people on the far end of the beach, Mike could see a middle aged woman with her hair tied in a bun, sitting on a lounge chair underneath an umbrella. She was wearing a black, elegant, one-piece swimsuit that showed off all her curves. Sitting in the sand in front of her were two boys that looked like they could almost be Mike’s age. The skinny young men were wearing nothing but bright white diapers, gleaming in the morning sun. The plastic outer covering of their diapers seemed almost reflective. They appeared to be building a sand castle, which Mike thought was a rather childish activity considering their age. Nevertheless, the two boys seemed to be giggling and enjoying themselves. Emily put her around him and pulled him close. After their passionate evening last night, Mike had mixed feelings about sexual intimacy. Though he couldn’t deny that he felt safe with Emily’s arm around him. Her warm embrace felt protective and when he was in her arms, it seemed like nothing else in the world mattered. Getting pegged wasn’t almost the most enjoyable thing in the world but it did bring both of them pleasure. Even so, there was an idea that Mike still desperately wanted to discuss with his wife. “So uh, you know how you told me the other day that you wanted us to have a happy, adventurous sex life as a married couple?” Mike said. “Uh-oh. I’m wondering where this is going. Mikey, just because I want us to have a healthy sex life doesn’t mean I’m going to let you have orgasms every day or even every month when we’re married. You’re going to be in chastity until I decide otherwise. You know that, right?” Emily said, raising her eyebrows. “Oh yeah, of course. I know that. I wasn’t going to ask for more orgasms or anything like that. Last night was… it was awesome. I mean, thank you so much for… for letting me cum.” Mike said, trying to sound grateful. “Aw, you’re welcome, baby.” Emily said, kissing him on the lips. Mike rested his head on her shoulder for a moment. She then affectionately gave him a firm pat on the butt, which caused him to flinch ever so slightly. It was as if his body didn’t really belong to him anymore. Emily controlled it and maybe that was the way it had been ever since they’d met? After all, Emily had been working as an R.A. in the dorms, totally responsible for putting him to bed on time and changing his diapers. In reality, maybe girls and women had always been in control of Mike’s body. What autonomy could Mike really have when he couldn’t even use the toilet on his own? All his life, if he had to poop, he was forced to do it in his pants… then wait for his mother, his sister, or some random caregiver to clean him up at their own convenience. Nevertheless, Mike still wasn’t powerless. He could at least ask for the thing that he wanted so desperately in that moment. “I want to be inside you!” Mike blurted out. “Excuse me?” Emily asked, clearly a little confused. “S-s-sorry. I just meant um, if you thought it was okay, maybe… we could try having sex… the way people used to do it?” Mike stammered nervously. “Misogynistic intercourse? Really, Mikey?” Emily raised an eyebrow at him, looking almost disgusted with the idea. “I just thought that… since it’s our honeymoon, maybe we could just… try it?” Mike asked. “Do you not enjoy it when I fuck you? I mean, last night you sure seemed happy.” “Last night was great. I just… I feel like all my life, people have been treating me like a baby. I’ve never been allowed to do anything I wanted to do. I’m an adult now though. I guess legally speaking, the marriage license says you’re my guardian but I’m still an adult. You told me that me trying to use the toilet or wear pull-ups at home would be too much of a mess.” “Mikey, we’re not going to have the potty training conversation all over again. You’re a boy. You’re incontinent. You need to be in diapers.” Emily said sternly. “I know, I know. I just meant that if I can’t do that then maybe I could try doing something else that adult guys used to do.” “Alright, if it’ll get you off the subject of potty training… I’ll make a deal with you.” “What kind of deal?” “I want you to read the chapter on sex and married life in Dr. Lauren Halie’s book.” Mike groaned and rolled his eyes. “I already read that last semester.” he whined. “Then I want you to read it again tonight. If you still want to try misogynistic intercourse after that, well, I guess we can try it. Once. I really don’t think it’s going to be anything like what you’re picturing in your mind though.” “But we can try it?” Mike asked hopefully. “If you really want to.” Emily said with an eye roll. Mike instantly embraced her in a hug, nearly knocking her down in the process. “Whoa there, calm down. I would only do it for you, baby… and only because I’m so head over heels in love with you.” Emily said, kissing him on the cheek. As the couple strolled down the sandy beach, the conversation soon drifted to more mundane topics. Try as he might though, Mike couldn’t ignore the physical sensation in his belly, which was now feeling rather strong. He knew that pooping in his diaper was inevitable but he figured he could at least hold it until they returned to the hotel and he got his pants back. He tried to act natural but he couldn’t help but wince as he felt the cramps getting worse. “What’s the matter now, Mikey? Was it our conversation earlier?” Emily asked. “No… no, I’m fine.” Mike said. “Are you thirsty? Here, drink some water.” she said, pulling out his plastic sippy cup. Mike sucked some water from the cup before handing it back to Emily. “Ah, I think I know what it is.” Emily said. Smiling to herself, Emily unzipped a pouch on the side of her diaper bag and pulled out something the size of a pen. “What’s that?” “Well, when you were at the Haber Institute, I talked to some of the doctors about your behavior around the house. I said that for some reason, you always try to hold it when you had to do a B.M. in your diaper. They gave me this. They said it wasn’t healthy to hold it in.” “Girls hold it in all the time when they have to go.” Mike said. “Yes, because girls use the toilet. Besides, they said it wasn’t healthy psychologicallyfor boys to hold it. You need to get over being shy about making messes in your diapers. You’re a boy. I know you love making messes in your diapers. Why fight it?” “But I… I don’t love it.” Mike mumbled. He didn’t sound convincing. The truth was that as much as he had tried to deny it, Mike really did enjoy pooping in his diaper. Ever since he had been placed in chastity and denied orgasms, messing his diaper was one of the few things he could do that gave him pleasure. If anything, he was hoping to find some privacy to savor the act or at least find a place where his display wouldn’t be quite so overt. Dr. Lauren Halie’s book said that all boys got some perverse, disgusting, infantile enjoyment out of pooping in their pants and Mike had always tried to tell himself that he wasn’t one of them, as if it invalidated her entire theory. In reality, Mike just felt more embarrassed than the average boy when it came to pooping in his diapers. It wasn’t the sensation itself that bothered Mike. It was the fact that the people around him knew exactly what he had done and had to play a role in cleaning him up, as if he wasn’t responsible enough to do it himself. “Well, what is that thing anyway?” Mike asked. “It’s a tiny injection to relax you. Give me your arm.” Emily said. Mike submissively held out his arm and felt a tiny poke in one of his veins. “All done.” Emily smiled, swabbing his arm with a tiny wipe. Seconds later, Mike felt his stomach gurgling and groaning. He wasn’t going to make it back to the hotel. Clenching his sphincter, he tried to fight his impending bowel movement but he found himself feeling especially weak and sore, especially considering how vigorously Emily had ravished him the previous night. “Emily? Is that you?” a voice said from behind. The couple glanced behind them to see two young women. One of them was wearing a small pair of jean shorts and a pink bikini top. The other woman beside her had long blonde hair and was wearing a particularly tight black bikini. Emily pulled the blonde woman in for a hug. “Christine? I haven’t seen you since senior year of high school! How have you been?” Emily said, beaming with a smile. She then pulled the blonde woman in for a hug. “This is my friend Carry.” Christine said, gesturing to the woman at her side. “Nice to meet you. What are you up to these days, Christine?” Emily asked. “I’ve got an internship at a law firm but I’m still in school.” she said. “Oh gosh, where are my manners? Let me introduce you to Mikey. He’s my husband. We just got married.” Emily said. “Congratulations!” Christine said. Mike extended his arm in preparation for a handshake but instead; Christine reached over and tussled his shaggy hair with her hand. “Aren’t you just the cutest little boy?” Christine said with a condescending smile. Mike frowned but he said nothing as he clenched his butt cheeks. There was little he could do but wait for the women’s conversation to conclude. Feeling light headed and unsteady on his feet, Mike couldn’t be sure if Emily had given him a laxative or a sedative. Maybe it was both? He certainly wouldn’t be making it back to the hotel but at least he might be able to get away from these two strange women that his wife was so intent on chatting with. Mike looked over at Emily, hoping that he might be able to offer a subtle plea with his eyes to be spared the humiliation that might soon befall him. Maybe if she saw that he was nervous, she would excuse them so they could return to the hotel? While he knew Emily was genuinely engaged in catching up with her old friend, she must have also been well aware that she’d given him some sort of injection to ‘relax’ him and that he would soon be losing control of his bowels. “Well, you must be one of the first people in our graduating class to get married. Mikey here must be a very special boy.” Christine said. Emily glanced over at him and smiled, stroking his back affectionately. Either she didn’t notice the look of desperation in his eyes or she was deliberately ignoring it. Mike felt his body beginning to hunch over ever so slightly and his unsteady knees beginning to bend. “Well, he’s a mischievous little boy sometimes but we’ve been through a lot together. He’s grown up so much this year.” Emily said. “I don’t know how you do it. I had a boyfriend last semester but between diaper changes and keeping his behavior under control, it just became too much. I don’t think I’m ready for a committed relationship yet… and he certainly wasn’t!” Christine said. “Yeah well, boys can certainly be -” Just then, the young women’s conversation was interrupted by the crackling, wet cacophony of Mike filling his diaper with poop. Christine’s eyes widened and Mike made eye contract with her ever so briefly before averting his gaze. He couldn’t stand the thought of looking at any of these women in that moment. Emily wrinkled her nose and then giggled. “As I was saying, boys can certainly be a handful.” Emily said, breaking the silence. The women laughed, as if to relieve the tension in that moment. Seconds later, Mike found himself unable to remain on his feet and dropped to his knees in the warm sand, letting out a sigh of relief as he felt the front of his diaper warming with a stream of pee. In private, he might have had a chance to enjoy some of these sensations but in that moment, he knew he was making a humiliating spectacle of himself. The physical relief was not worth the severe blow to his already fragile self esteem but he had little other choice. Sadly, he wasn’t done yet. Placing his palms down in the sand, he was now on all fours grunting as he arched his back. He could feel their eyes on him even though he was staring down at the sand in front of him. At the very least, he knew that without pants on, there was an unmistakable bulge protruding from his padded rear end. Absolutely no one walking by him on that public beach could be mistaken about what he was doing. “Oh my, looks like he’s leaving you quite the wedding present in his diaper.” Christine said with a giggle. “Somebody’s having a fun time pooping himself.” the other woman chimed in. “Yep. He’s a dirty boy. That’s for sure.” Emily quipped. “So how long are you two going to be staying?” Christine asked. “We’ll leave Monday morning. Mikey’s got classes and I’ve got work to get back to. We’ve got supersonic tickets. It’s a suborbital flight and we’ll be going at Mach 5, so we should get home in plenty of time.” Mike was relieved to hear them talking about other subjects and with another grunt, he forced more poop into his already full diaper. Inside the plastic tube, his penis strained as he became aroused. Maybe it was a good thing he was wearing a chastity device inside his diaper? If he hadn’t been, it would have been difficult to resist the temptation to start rubbing himself through his diaper. He could only hope that the three women had stopped looking down at him as he messed his diaper. Despite all of his social anxiety and feelings of embarrassment, the act had felt truly cathartic. “Well, I think we need to go back up to the room and get this little guy changed soon.” Emily said. “Why not just go to the boardwalk by the hotel? It’s not very crowded there. Plenty of trash bins. We saw a boy Mikey’s age getting changed there yesterday. At least you won’t have to cut your walk short.” Christine said. “That’s not a bad idea. Maybe I’ll see you ladies back at the hotel later?” With that, Mike found Emily leading him by the hand up to the boardwalk. “Do we have to do this in public?” Mike whined. “That’s another thing you are way too sensitive about, Mikey. Sometimes we’re going to be in public and I’m going to have to change your diaper. If you think I’m going to let you get diaper rash just to spare you your pride, you’re wrong. Come on. Quit stalling. Get on the bench.” Emily said, laying out a towel. Squinting in the afternoon sun, Mike laid on his back. He had to admit that the change would be a lot easier without his sweatpants around his ankles. Unzipping his diaper bag, Emily retrieved a package of wipes. Flinching as she ripped back the tapes on his diaper, Mike could only imagine the revolting sight that his wife (and anyone walking past them) beheld as she opened his diaper. To her credit, she said nothing. Humming a tune to herself, she began thoroughly wiping the mess from his smooth, bare bottom. Mike couldn’t help but wonder if Emily had somehow planned everything that had happened… his morning bowel movement, the encounter with her old friend, and the diaper change on the boardwalk. She had made it clear that she didn’t like him ‘holding it’, so maybe this was meant to be some sort of initiation ritual to make him more comfortable with messing his diapers? Though he didn’t have a very clear view of the boardwalk while holding his knees to his chest, Mike could have sworn that he heard a group of women snickering and giggling at him. Out the corner of his peripheral vision, he even saw one of them pointing at him. Closing his eyes tightly, the feeling of Emily rubbing cold diaper rash cream all around his butthole was too much. As he listened to the sound of people’s footsteps clunking against the wooden planks, Mike’s penis strained against its prison. With Emily powdering him and slipping a clean diaper under his rear end, Mike tried to think about the orgasm that awaited him later that night… and this time, it would be on histerms. They had made a deal. Snug in a clean diaper, Mike was less concerned about the fact that he had just been changed in public and just glad that his genitals were no longer on display. It was strange to think that waddling around in a diaper and t shirt would make him feel more dignified than his previous position on the bench! That evening, after a candlelight dinner in the restaurant, Mike and Emily returned to the hotel. True to his word, he agreed to re-read the chapter in the book about sex and married life. Sitting in the corner of the room in his diaper and t shirt, he projected the text of the chapter onto the room’s wall using his watch. One section of the chapter made him particularly uncomfortable… XV: A Word on Monogamy. A woman with a stronger, more assertive personality might thrive as the dominant partner in her heterosexual relationship and/or marriage. A kinder, gentler woman with more nurturing or maternal qualities might find such a relationship to be more of a burden. We must acknowledge that some women (even married women) crave a relationship with a stronger partner who will take charge and lead them in some circumstances. There are no boys in society who truly fit such a description. It was a myth that the patriarchy established long ago to uphold their own power structure. But there are certainly a multitude of women in society who fit this description. Thus, it makes perfect sense that some bisexual women involved in romantic heterosexual relationships/marriages to boys might also desire another, separate relationship with a strong and independent female. For some women, making all of the decisions constantly as a caregiver for their male partner can be stressful. Surely those women deserve some respite from their duties as the dominant partner? Monogamy was yet another myth created by the old patriarchy for the explicit purpose of regulating women’s sexual activity prior to and during marriage. Many women who did marry remained dedicated wives and mothers while their husbands engaged in extramarital affairs. Such affairs were typically meaningless in terms of their substance: superficial sexual relationships, exploitative to both the wife and mistress in question. Boys simply were incapable of delaying gratification in the days before enforced chastity. They masturbated, were unfaithful to their wives, coerced women into sex, and were incapable of self-control. Boys in the past were just as incapable of exercising sexual self-control sexually as boys today are of exercising bladder control! In contrast, what is being proposed and endorsed here in this book does not constitute infidelity by any means. On the contrary, no wife should have to be dishonest or deceptive with her husband in regards to her romantic or sexual desires. Honesty is the foundation of any healthy relationship. However, it also must be said that no wife should feel permanently relegated to the role of caregiver and decision maker in her household when she could just as easily pursue a second committed relationship that would provide additional fulfillment. Such a bisexual women would then be contributing to society in taking care of her husband on the one hand while fulfilling her own needs simultaneously on the other. She would be able to offer love and care to her male husband, acting as the head of her household and making decisions. But she would also be able to engage in a healthy, adult relationship with another strong and independent woman who met her needs emotionally and sexually in ways that no boy would ever be capable of doing. Of course, virtually no woman has any desire to get involved in a sexual relationship with more than one boy. Acting as the caretaker and guardian of one boy is usually more than enough work for one woman! Women who wish to have multiple people to take care of in their household typically choose to become mothers. Thus, boys are unlikely to become involved in any sexual relationships with more than one woman. Although, some boys are bisexual as well and might engage in playful physical or sexual activities with other boys under the supervision of caregivers. Such activity should take place at the discretion of wives or caregivers. Ultimately, this is a decision that an individual woman must make for herself. If a woman is content in a heterosexual, monogamous sexual relationship; she is free to live such a lifestyle. However, no Matriarchal Feminist should ever feel confined to such a lifestyle. If a woman in a heterosexual marriage finds herself attracted to another women, emotionally or physically, she should be free to pursue it. This does not mean she is any less committed to taking care of her husband. While a Matriarchal Feminist should not require her husband’s permission to engage in any activity, as we have said, honesty is crucial to any relationship. So it is highly recommended that a married woman inform her husband that she is pursuing such a relationship. A wife need not share any unnecessarily intimate details but simply the broad strokes. For example a woman might say to her husband, “Tonight, you will have a babysitter because I will be going on a date with a friend from my office. In the future, we may decide to pursue a romantic relationship. If I bring her back to our home, I expect you to be courteous and polite. You will be expected to respect her just as you would respect me.” Mike wondered if it was really possible that Emily might, one day, sit down to have just such a conversation with him? After all; she was kind, gentle, and nurturing. Then again, she naturally seemed comfortable being in charge. Maybe it was the fact that she was the oldest in her family and took care of her younger brothers so often as she grew up? In recent months though, Mike had grown uncomfortable with Emily’s friendship with Alyssa. As far as Mike was concerned, Alyssa was pure evil. She hated all boys and she was on a power trip. When Mike had first met Emily, she even admitted that Alyssa was a somewhat abrasive person who she didn’t get along with. So why were they such good friends now? Was it possible Emily was attracted to Alyssa? No! Mike couldn’t bear to even think that. The two women were friends and nothing more. Taking a deep breath, Mike realized that the damn book he was reading was just making him paranoid. Getting married and going on his honeymoon was a huge life change for him and he figured he just felt anxious about married life. Maybe all new husbands felt this way at first? With renewed vigor, Mike pressed forward to finish the chapter. He knew that if he could just get through a few more pages, Emily would, at long last, allow him to be inside of her. Finally, Mike could reclaim his rightful place as a grown man. Sure, he might never have the chance to attempt potty training or ever use the toilet. He might not make many big decisions in their married life. And he might have to reluctantly agree to getting fucked in the ass whenever Emily was in the mood. But Emily would remember the night that heactually had the chance to fuck her. What if Mike actually gave her an orgasm with his penis? Then Emily might actually want to do it again! Maybe it might become a part of their regular sex life? The possibilities were endless. XVII: Misogynistic Sex The vast majority of women today have never experienced vaginal intercourse with a member of the opposite sex. For the purposes of this text, we will call it misogynistic intercourse. There are many reasons this is an apt term. For one, such acts of intercourse were commonplace in the old patriarchy. Furthermore, even then, the vast majority of women did not experience orgasms from penetrative, vaginal intercourse. So while this activity routinely resulted in men having orgasms, it was hardly an equitable situation for their female partners. Many women at that point in history even admitted to faking orgasms. Sometimes they used such deception simply to conclude the chore of intercourse more quickly while in other circumstances, they were trying to placate the male ego. It is truly unfortunate that women had to resort to such theatrics during sexual intimacy. The physical abnormalities that boys began to exhibit in the late 2020s were legion and bladder incontinence was the most obvious. However, diminished physical strength was also another symptom. On average, male height and upper body strength was no greater than that of females. (Often, it was vastly inferior.) Consequently, the average male penis size saw a drastic decline as males went through puberty later and later. Ironically, this was far more devastating for males themselves than for any women around them. Patriarchal society placed a high value on superficial qualities: from women’s physical appearances in weight, breast size, bone structure, etc. to boy’s height and penis size. With the widespread condition of micropenis developing in males as well as overall smaller size, modern women actually received even less pleasure from misogynistic intercourse than they had in decades past! While it is not nearly as demeaning to women as giving oral sex to boys, it makes no sense for this practice to continue. In many cases, even the mechanics of inserting an average male penis into a vagina, and maintaining its presence there, are met with difficulties. For this reason, artificial insemination is the primary means of women conceiving children today. As such, misogynistic intercourse is totally superfluous from the standpoint of any Matriarchal Feminist. Mike suddenly felt a lot less confident after finishing his reading. Part of him wondered if perhaps that was Emily’s intention all along. Maybe she was hoping that simply reading the chapter would make him reconsider his desires altogether? Of course, Mike still wanted to have sex with his wife the old fashioned way but he also wanted it to be positive and memorable from her perspective as well. What if the book was wrong? Sure, Mike realized that the book wasn’t factually incorrect necessarily but it was certainly biased. Dr. Lauren Halie certainly didn’t see boys as equals by any means. Maybe some boys really could pleasure their wives sexually with ‘misogynistic intercourse’ but they just never got the chance to try because they believed what was written in Dr. Halie’s dumb book? Even if ‘misogynistic intercourse’ were pleasurable for women, Dr. Halie would still find something wrong with it. While Mike might have been wearing only a t shirt and a diaper, the small pep talk he had given himself offered some renewed confidence within the confines of their private hotel room. He felt more viral and manly than ever… or at the very least, he felt like he could pretend to be viral and manly for a little while. For the first time in their relationship, Mike wanted to be the one to initiate sex; to take Emily in his arms and kiss her passionately. Perhaps it made sense that Emily had always been the one to initiate sex in the past? Mike could only get so much enjoyment out of giving her oral pleasure… and he was pegged regularly enough that he certainly didn’t want initiate it any more frequently! Mike told himself tonight would be different though. Tonight, he would be the dominant one. Emily was wearing a black pair of short shorts and a white tank top. Sitting on the bed, she sipped a glass of red wine while reading a book of her own. It was clear that she had no bra and Mike was already beginning to think lustful thoughts as he stared at her cleavage and nipples visible beneath her thin top. “I finished reading.” Mike announced. “Yeah? And?” Emily asked, raising her eyebrows as if to challenge him. Mike felt an involuntary stream of warm pee in his diaper. Standing in front of Emily, he was a little nervous but he was determined to stand his ground. “Yeah. Like I said, I’ve read it before.” “And you still want to try this?” Emily asked, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah.” “You know I’m only agreeing to this because I love you, right?” “Uh, y-yeah. I know.” Emily took a large sip of wine and placed her glass on the nightstand before standing up. Wrapping his arms around her, Mike grabbed her toned rear end in his hands and began kissing her passionately. Her lips took part in the kiss, though her mouth didn’t fully open up to accept his tongue. Finally, she pulled away. “Alright. Let’s get this over with. Lay down on the changing pad.” Emily said, motioning to the edge of the bed. “What?” Mike said. “Well silly boy, if we’re going to do this, I think we’re going to need to take off both your chastity device and your diaper. Don’t you think?” “Uh, y-yeah, of course. I just thought uh, we could kiss for a minute?” Mike said. Mike’s wife sighed and shrugged her shoulders. Instantly, he returned to kissing her on the lips and this time, she seemed a little more receptive. Pulling off his shirt, Mike wanted to appear confident even though his skinny physique wasn’t his most impressive feature. When the boys in the dorms were sent to the showers, he noticed Drew had a few dark hairs on his chest. Mike wished his own chest wasn’t so bare… he also wished that his pubic hair hadn’t been lasered off. A few seconds later, he pulled Emily’s shorts down to reveal a pair of light blue, cotton panties around her waist. They were a far cry from some of the sexy lingerie he had seen in her underwear drawer but better than the spandex athletic shorts she’d worn the previous evening. Mike figured it didn’t matter. He would be pulling off her panties soon and fucking her like a real man! He would fuck her the way she had fucked himso many times. “Okay, let’s get your diaper off.” Emily said impatiently. Pushing him onto the bed, Mike flopped backwards unexpectedly. A second later, Emily was untaping his diaper which proved to be slightly damp. Pressing a button on her watch, his chastity device popped open and she placed the pieces on the nightstand. Seeing his wife wearing nothing but a pair of cotton panties and a tank top, Mike’s member instantly became hard, his short little nub standing straight up. He was now in a rare position: totally nude in front of his new wife. Even when he got pegged, he usually kept his shirt on. It helped him to feel less vulnerable. Tonight though, he wanted to act confident about his body! If anything, Emily should have been feeling vulnerable about getting penetrated by him! As Emily took a step towards the bed, Mike frowned as he saw her bright green dildo sitting on the dresser behind her. Of course, it was far more sizable both in length and girth than his own member. For a fleeting moment, he desperately wished his own penis looked as impressive. Looking away from the dresser, he scooted up further on the bed as Emily grabbed his mostly dry diaper in her hands as she crawled towards him. “What’s that for?” Mike asked. “I just want to have a diaper handy in case you start to pee. We’ve got a mattress cover to protect the bed but I don’t exactly want to get sprayed by your little fire hose there, champ.” Emily said, wrinkled diaper still in hand. She then very casually slid down her panties and lay down in front of him. The intimate view that he beheld was nothing he hadn’t seen before: the lips of Emily’s womanhood and the landing strip of neatly trimmed, dark pubic hair above. He had pleasured her with his mouth dozens of times before but looking down at his own smooth, bare nub still hard as ever; Mike wasn’t sure what to do. Raising her eyebrows expectantly, Emily sensed his hesitation. Then Mike lunged towards her, giving her a deep kiss, which she returned as his tiny nub grazed her smooth, toned thigh. Climbing on top of her, he looked down at her crotch then back into her eyes… then down at her crotch then back into her eyes again. “Wait a second. I’ve got some of the lube that I use when I peg you.” Emily said, grabbing a small container from the nightstand. Squirting some of the goop into her palm, Emily smeared some of it on his genitals. Mike gasped. Closing his eyes tightly, he tried desperately not to cum in her hand. Considering the size of his little penis, most of the lubricant was smeared on his balls but it still felt incredible. It brought him back to the night before when she had been simultaneously railing him in the ass while stroking his boner. Taking a deep breath, Mike used his hand to guide his nub into place. The warmth he felt between Emily’s thighs felt incredible and once again, he tried to will himself not to inadvertently climax in that very moment. Forcing his hips as far forward as he could, Mike tried to push himself in further but it felt as though he was still resting between the lips of her clit. “Is it in?” Emily asked. “Um… yeah.” Mike said with a frown. The expression on Emily’s face as they made eye contact was fairly neutral. She once again raised her eyebrows expectantly as if to ask, ‘what now?’ Mike slowly began kissing her on the neck, feeling her warm breasts pressed up against his chest as he pulled off her shirt. A memory from several weeks ago flashed through his mind. It was the recollection of his first time nursing at Emily’s breasts. The experience had been safe, warm, intimate, and loving. Now however; Mike felt nervous, vulnerable, and inadequate. Even so, he pressed on as he slowly thrust in and out. All the while, Emily’s blank facial expression didn’t seem to change. Part of Mike wished that she would at least pretend the experience was pleasurable for her… the way women used to. A second later, his nub slipped out and he had to guide it back in with his hands again. What struck Mike most was just how much work it was to move his hips so vehemently to continue grinding against her clit. And Mike’s own hips were plenty sore from his exertions with Emily the previous night! No wonder his wife was in such great shape. Pegging him must have been quite a workout. Beginning to sweat and breathe more heavily, Mike moved his hips more vigorously and closed his eyes tightly so he couldn’t see the look on Emily’s face. He wiped sweat from his brow. Exhausted by all of two minutes of thrusting, he felt his body building up towards an imminent climax. At the last second though, his nub slipped out once again. With his penis up against Emily’s smooth, toned abs; he gasped, squirting his tiny load all over her stomach as he squirmed on top of her. “All done?” Emily asked a second later. Still out of breath, Mike just quietly nodded. Clearly possessing more upper body strength than her husband, Emily pushed him up and rolled him off of her. The mattress cover crinkled beneath his sweaty, naked body. Grabbing a plastic pack of baby wipes from the nightstand, Emily quickly went to work cleaning the cum off of her stomach. She finished by running a baby wipe over her own crotch. Mike flinched as he felt a wipe running across his own genitals followed by the familiar plastic ring around his testicles and finally the tube around his penis. ‘Click’! Just like that, he was locked up again. Standing up, she quickly slipped her cotton panties back on and practically ran to the other side of the room to pull a clean diaper from its package on the dresser. “Grab your knees for me. Come on, hurry.” she said, frantically unfolding a clean diaper. It was like Emily was in a race against time and Mike knew exactly what she was thinking. She was determined to get him back into a diaper before he peed on either her or the floor by accident. She then gave him a quick, haphazard dusting of powder. As the thick, familiar padding was brought up between his legs, Mike had tears in his eyes as she smoothed out the tapes. He knew that they wouldn’t be repeating the act of ‘misogynistic intercourse’ anytime soon… if ever again. FOLLOW THIS LINK TO READ MORE: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B086JCZVN9

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I know at least a few different people on DD who follow my Ebooks so I thought I'd make a post about a work I just published. I've had a lot of requests for a sequel to the "New World" series and I finally found the time to write it. Check out this link for more: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07SQLQB6P Chapter I: Hitched Mike sighed heavily, sprawled out on the couch and staring at the holographic TV in the living room. Watching a movie had sounded like an entertaining enough distraction when he started it. Now he wasn’t so sure. The protagonist in the film was a tall, athletic woman with her platinum blonde hair tied back in a tight bun. Of course, the hero of the movie was a woman. Big surprise there. The tight, black leather pants she was wearing accentuated her ass but that was about the only thing Mike found entertaining about what he was watching. Biting his lip, he crinkled ever so slightly as he felt his penis starting to get hard, straining against the ridiculous chastity device affixed to his genitals. He was used to that by now. Lying on his stomach, as Mike shifted his weight, he felt the spongy texture of his warm disposable diaper between his legs. He was wearing only a wet diaper and a short t-shirt: his official uniform at home during the summer break. Sure, he had argued with his mom that he could come and tell her when he needed a change and that he was allowed to wear sweatpants even while living in the freshmen dorms… but his protests went unacknowledged. When he lived at home during high school, his mom almost never allowed him to wear pants. Mike could only conclude that his mom would always see him as a little child regardless of the fact that he was now a college sophomore, not to mention the fact that he was engaged! At first, the idea of getting married made Mike feel like an adult but the more he saw his mother and sisters reactions to the news, the more he just felt like they would be glad to pawn him off on another caregiver. He just tried to turn his attention back to the holographic character in front of him. With two pistols in each hand, the blonde woman fired bright red lasers at the army of deadly zombies in front of her. With the heroine’s expert aim, each laser found its mark. “Come on! Let’s go.” she shouted, looking down at the young man beside her. Of course, the male character only existed so that the female character would have someone to rescue in the story. The timid looking actor with tears in his eyes couldn’t have been much older than Mike was. Maybe 20 or 22 years old? The shiny white waistband of his diaper was sticking up above his pants and his puffy rear end left nothing to the imagination. “Grab my hand!” the woman shouted, pulling him off the ground. Just then, Mike’s view of the holographic TV was obscured by his older sister’s lower body. She was wearing a t-shirt and a tight pair of jeans, her hands poised on her hips. “Hey, move!” Mike groaned, twisting his neck in an attempt to see the three dimensional images behind her. “You’ve been in here for over an hour and from the looks of the wetness indicator on your diaper, I’d say you need to be changed.” Brittany said. “Can you come back in 20 minutes? This is almost over.” “Nope, you need a change now, Mikey. No more TV.” In a split second, the hologram disappeared and Mike found himself staring at the wall. Groaning, he stood up with a huff and instantly felt his sister pulling back the waistband of his diaper to take a peek down the back. “Good, you’re not poopy. I’m late to meet Jackie so hurry up. Lay down.” Brittany said. Mike did as he was told, lying down on the living room floor. If his sister hadn’t turned off the TV, he would have at least had some entertainment while he lay there getting changed. Now he just had to stare at the ceiling as she untaped his diaper, running baby wipes over his crotch. In the beginning of the summer, he had been embarrassed about the prospect of his mother and sister seeing his chastity device… a symbol of his minor indiscretion last semester. Yet they didn’t seem at all surprised and hardly even commented on it. Apparently, Emily had told Brittany that she was keeping him in chastity and Brittany, in turn, told their mother long ago. Emily. Mike had to admit that just thinking about Emily made his heart swell with joy. He’d never felt so strongly about a girl before. Did he have mixed feelings about the engagement? Of course! He still yearned for independence and adulthood, or at least something that vaguely resembled adulthood. His reservations about marriage had more to do with the institution of marriage though than with Emily herself. He was thrilled with the idea of spending his life with her and he knew if he just talked to her about having a little more freedom once they were married, he knew she would understand. Living with her would certainly be better than living at the dorms with that bitch Alyssa! Just as Brittany was sprinkling powder all over him and sliding a diaper under his bare butt, their mother walked in. “Hey guys, I just got off the phone with Horseshoe Park and it looks like the venue will be ready in time for the wedding. I’m so excited for you Mikey! I know it’s a cliché to say this but I just can’t believe my baby boy is growing up so fast. It seems like just yesterday that I was that foolish single mom trying to potty train you.” his mom said. Brittany snickered and rolled her eyes as she taped up Mike’s diaper. “I can’t believe you actually thought thatwould work.” Brittany said, standing up and dropping the wet diaper into a metal trashcan in the corner before cleaning her hands with a baby wipe. “Well Britt, it was just such a breeze training you. I think you honestly took a few days before you stopped having accidents. I guess I just got overconfident. It was a different time back then. You know Mikey, when you were born, Dr. Lauren Halie’s book hadn’t even come out yet. We knew boys were having trouble back in those days but… well, we didn’t know how much extra care you little guys needed.” his mom said, playfully pinching his cheek. “Ugh, yeah. I know all about that book, mom. I took a class on it last semester.” Mike said, rolling his eyes. “Oh sweetie, what are you so grumpy about? Aren’t you excited to see Emily tomorrow?” his mom said. Mike smiled and nodded. “That’s a good boy. Now I’ve packed your clothes and everything. Your bags are by the door to your room. Remember, we’re leaving at 11:00 sharp tomorrow.” Emily. Just the mention of her name was enough to lift his spirits. Most of his disgruntled mood just stemmed from the fact that it was the last day of summer and he had to go back to school andback to living in the dorms. Thanks to the new rules that the administration had passed, unlike previous graduating classes, he and his fellow male students wouldn’t have any new freedoms as sophomores. So he was essentially going back to a minimum-security prison for the next few months. Then again, hopefully he’d be able to move in with Emily after the wedding. Lying in bed that night, Mike tossed and turned, unable to get to sleep. He was excited to see Emily without a doubt but he felt like he had to temper his expectations. It had been a good summer overall and Mike had even gotten a chance to see some of his old guy friends from high school. Those boys were all still living at home and getting their diapers changed by their mothers. Mike’s own mother had even been called to babysit them a few times! In contrast to them, Mike felt like he was actually advancing towards adulthood pretty quickly. Emily had come to visit him for two weeks in July. She was on an accelerated schedule doing summer classes and two weeks was all she could spare. Her visit had gone great… except for one thing. Mike had expected to get unlocked, to be allowed out of chastity and for them to have amazing sex for the entire time she was there. While she had unlocked and pegged him the first night, he had been promptly locked up afterwards. The quick orgasm she had given him made him hope there were more to come. Towards the end of the first week, she unlocked him for a quick hand job, which he heartily enjoyed. That was it though. Yet he had given her oral a whopping 10 times while she was there! It was all hardly fair but she made it clear that he wasn’t allowed to askto be unlocked or to ask for sex… and anyway, the sex that he really wanted, he figured she wouldn’t give him. Mike desperately wanted to enjoy putting his dick inside herfor once! “Misogynistic intercourse” was what one of his textbooks called it. In high school, Mike and a few of his friends found some old dusty magazines in a library during their field trip to the local university. In one of them, there was a photo of some gorgeous woman with big boobs was getting fucked by this tall, muscular guy with a huge dick. She looked like she was really enjoying it too! It was the ultimate symbol of adulthood and power in Mike’s eyes. Of course, Mike didn’t look like that though and his penis wasn’t anywhere near as large as the man in the old magazine. Yet he couldn’t help wonder if this was the reason most pornography had been banned in North America. Politicians said it was demeaning to women but Mike figured that the Matriarchal Feminists just didn’t want any symbols of male dominance or male power allowed in society. Unable to really have sex with his fiancé, all Mike could hope for was a hand job when they finally met up again. In truth, no males looked like the ones in old movies or pictures. Even in adulthood, boys were slender and short with only thin wisps of fuzzy, patchy facial hair. Mike hoped that someday soon, he might grow some visible facial hair or at least a few hairs on his bare chest. Eventually, Mike must have fallen asleep because the next thing he knew, his mother was waking him up and sun was shining in through his bedroom window. Their trip to the university was uneventful. Mike stared down at the rooftops of houses as their car’s jet engine grumbled away. Brittany talked practically nonstop about the classes she was going to be taking and how difficult to professors were. Suddenly, Mike’s watch vibrated for a moment and he looked down at its screen. EMILY: Want to do dinner tonight? I can pick you up at 5:00. He quickly sent an enthusiastic ‘yes’. When the car landed on campus, his mother gave the two siblings a warm hug before yanking her son’s pants down to check his diaper. Mike frowned. It wasn’t as though his mother had ever been shy about public diaper checks but with so many attractive girls walking around the campus parking lot, Mike had hoped she would have made an exception. He was found dry or at least mostly dry. While Brittany was left to walk to her dorm on her own time, Mike’s mother insisted on walking him over to his. “Be a good boy this semester. Remember, I’ll be in town a couple days before the wedding to help get everything set up, okay?” Mike nodded, slinging his bag around his shoulder. “Do you want me to walk you up to your room? It might be nice for me to have a chat with Alyssa.” “No, mom. I’m good, seriously, I’ll be fine. I’m a sophomore. I can handle this.” Mike said. “Well… okay. I guess I know you’re in capable hands. I love you so much.” she said. Mike couldn’t help but wince as she gave him a big kiss on the cheek and two firm pats on his padded rear end. “Love you too.” he mumbled. Taking an elevator up to the dorms, Mike walked in to see a number of young freshmen boys there with their mothers talking to each R.A. assigned to their rooms. Still, it seemed odd that there were only about half as many freshmen boys this year as there had been the previous year. Were there fewer boys applying to go to school or was the university just acceptingfewer boys? He was, after all, at one of the few universities in the country that allowed boys as students. Brushing past them, Mike walked to his room. He smiled upon seeing Drew lying on the bed across from his in a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants. The skinny kid had the same messy, wavy hair that he always did… wild and untamed, just like Drew himself. “Wow, I didn’t expect to see you back this semester!” Mike said. “Shut up, you dork.” he said, getting off the bed and giving Mike a quick hug. “No, I just meant… weren’t you like failing multiple classes last semester?” Mike asked. “Yeah, technically but my mom wrote a letter to the university’s president. The woman’s got friends in high places. So I guess I’m back for at least another year or until I get kicked out.” Drew said. “Its great to see you, man. I thought I’d have some random freshmen as my roommate. I want to at least try to have a little fun this semester.” “Yeah, well, speaking of having fun or… nothaving fun, I heard you turned to the dark side.” “Huh?” “Oh, don’t even pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about. You went to that male students’ rights march with me last semester. Now I hear you’re engaged?” Mike sighed, staring at the floor for a moment before dropping his bag beside his bed. A dribble of warm pee escaped into his diaper causing him to let out an audible whimper. “Well? Is it true?” Drew pressed. “Yeah, I guess it is true.” “So you’re actually going to go through with it?” “I don’t know.” Mike shrugged. “Really? You thinking of calling it off?” “Huh? No, no, no. You can’t tell anyone I said that. Look dude, I love Emily more than anything. She’s the love of my life and I’m really excited to be her husband.” “Gross. You’re gonna make me barf, dude.” Drew groaned. “I’m just going to sit down with her before the wedding and… uh, have a talk with her. I’m going to tell her that uh, as her husband, she needs to respect me because I’m, you know, an adult.” Drew burst out giggling at Mike’s mention of the word ‘adult’. “Shut up!” Mike groaned. “Hey, don’t get me wrong. Its great to hear that you aren’t completely pussy whipped but do you really think a girl like Emily will go for something like that? She’ll probably laugh harder than I did!” Drew said. “I guess I still need to think about how I’m going to phrase it… I just need to use the right words. Emily wasn’t like all the other R.A.s. She is a kind, loving, and logical person.” “Look, she’s not a bitch like Alyssa. I’ll give you that. But Emily is a Matriarchal Feminist right down to her bones. Sure, she’s not as radical as some of them but she believes in everything in that stupid book by doctor whats-her-name.” “You haven’t even read that book.” “Yeah well, I’m not getting married either!” Mike shouted. “Hey!” a stern female voice said. Mike turned to see Alyssa in the doorway of their rooms. “Boys, we’re in the dorms now so its time to use your indoor voices. I excepted everyone to be a little rowdy considering you guys just got off summer break so I’ll let you two off with a warning. Tonight though, I expect you both to settle down and go straight to sleep after you both get changed and ready for bed. Do you understand me?” Alyssa said. “Uh-huh.” Mike said, a little nervous to see her standing so close to him. “Good. Orientation is in 5 minutes so I expect you both to be up front then.” “We know the rules. We’re sophomores now, remember?” Drew said. “Well Andrew, considering the way you boys behaved last semester, I think you could both use a little refresher. I’ll expect you both out there in 5 minutes.” Sitting in the main room under the bright florescent lights, Mike and Drew slouched in their two plastic chairs as Alyssa explained the rules to the wide eyed freshmen boys in her usual strict tone of voice. Sinks and high countertops with straps – the changing tables – adorned the walls. Even though it was always kept quite clean, the room had a naturally strong scent of baby wipes, powder, and just a hint of that smell of stale urine. Mike wasn’t sure whether the urine smell was always there, whether the freshmen boys’ moms had been changing their diapers today, or whether some of the boys in the room might be wet or messy at that moment. Feeling another dribble of pee in his own diaper, Mike realized he was hardly above it all. Yet soon it would be just a matter of time before he was living at Emily’s house. He loved the smell of her place and he’d likely be over there later tonight! “Of course, from the hours of 8:30 a.m. and 4:30 p.m., you will be in class.” Alyssa said. “You may be signed out for an evening but only by someone properly authorized to do so. For most of you that means your mommies, a sister, or maybe an aunt. Or in Mikey’s case, you might see his fiancé here from time to time. Her name is Emily. She used to be an R.A. in the dorms here and she was one of our best. She doesn’t work here anymore though so I don’t want any of you bothering her. If you need something, come to me or one of the other R.A.s.” Looking at each R.A., Mike noticed a few friendly faces from the previous semester; including an attractive looking blonde that he recalled seeing with Emily a few times. What was her name? Lucy? If only he and Drew could have gotten Lucy as their R.A. She seemed nice enough. She was a little heavier than she had been last semester and had clearly put on some weight but Mike wouldn’t dare mention it aloud. He could get disciplined by the school, not to mention punished by Emily for criticizing a girl’s weight out loud. Calling a girl “fat” could actually get him suspended! Instead, they were stuck with Alyssa. Mike glared at her. Squirming in his seat, the chastity device under his diaper once again felt very tight around his penis. Alyssa’s black tank top showed off more skin than usual, though it had been a pretty hot summer so he couldn’t blame her. It was clear she wasn’t even wearing a bra. Her breasts weren’t huge by any means but Mike couldn’t help but wonder if she was just trying to tease him and the rest of the boys on that floor. Mike had always been attracted to Alyssa and he hated her for it. Actually, he hated himselffor it. First, there was her awful buzzed, shaved head. Well, it wasn’t quite that short today, maybe an inch long? The masculine haircut should have been enough to turn him off. Though he had to admit her big, bright eyes were somewhat pretty. They were piercing, deadly serious, and intimidating. Whenever she gave him that look of hers, he knew she meant business. It made him scared and a little turned on at the same time. That silver nose ring of hers looked dumb enough but the biggest distraction that drew Mike’s gaze was the broad waistband of her underwear. Peeking up above her jeans was a hint of her red briefs along with their black waistband, and the brand name of her underwear in bold, capital letters proudly on display. Years ago, Mike had seen an old movie where one of the lead male actors had his underwear visible above his jeans like that. Emily never flaunted her underwear in public and hers were much sexier and more feminine than Alyssa’s were. Though he had to admit that there was some appeal to Alyssa’s tomboyish style overall. As Mike grabbed himself through the thick, wet padding of his diaper; he had a thought that made him frown. His attraction to Alyssa was based partially on her attractive body, partially on her gorgeous face, and also partially on something else. Alyssa was masculine in all the ways that Mike wished he could be. She was strong, independent, powerful, and most of all; she confidently wore underwear and could use the bathroom whenever she wanted! It was no wonder that she displayed her underwear with such pride. It wasn’t as though Mike would feel any more powerful if he walked around sagging his pants to show off his high rising diaper waistband! Quite the opposite actually. Diapers symbolized everything that made Mike feel incompetent and inadequate. Underwear symbolized the opposite not just for Alyssa but for all girls. Although, he knew Alyssa was probably flaunting it to reinforce her power over the boys in her charge. That had to be the reason she deliberately allowed her underwear to show. It wasn’t a sexual tease or flirtation. It was a show of dominance: a symbolic representation of the fact that she wore the pants in all of their interactions… and the underpants. Just a few hours later, Mike stood patiently in that same room waiting beside Alyssa for Emily to arrive and release him from his captivity. The second his beautiful fiancé stepped into the room, Mike sprinted over to her and gave her a huge hug. “Whoa, take it easy there, champ.” Emily said, almost falling over. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips. The dress she was wearing looked amazing. “I missed you!” Mike said, his voice sounding a little higher in pitch than normal. “I missed you too, kiddo.” Emily smiled. “Now just give me a minute and we’ll get you signed out.” Alyssa handed her a tablet with a screen on it. Mike couldn’t believe all the paragraphs and fine print she had to go through but he figured she wasn’t reading every line. It was just some legal bullshit that tied into all the university’s crazy rules for boys. “Nice bag.” Alyssa said, noticing the large purse with blue and white stripes that was slung around Emily’s shoulder. It took a few seconds but Mike quickly realized it wasn’t a purse at all. It was a diaper bag. “Thanks. I figured since Mike’s my fiancé now, I’m going to have to take a little more responsibility on nights when I have him.” Emily said, patting the bag on her hip. “Good plan.” “How was your summer?” Emily asked with a smile. “Not bad. Did a little travelling. It’s nice not having a whole floor of boys to look after but I guess I can work here for another year before I graduate. The money’s good.” “Are you and Amy still dating?” “We broke up.” “Oh Alyssa, I’m so sorry to hear that.” Emily said with a frown. “Its totally fine. I broke up with her actually. We just wanted different things. Maybe we were too alike.” Mike sighed heavily, hoping that Emily might take the hint about how impatient he was getting. They were wasting valuable time that they could be spending together. He hated when Emily or any woman talked about him like he wasn’t sitting right there in the room, like he was some helpless baby who didn’t understand what they were saying. “Does he have a clean diaper on?” Emily asked. “Of course, just changed him a half an hour ago. I checked him about a minute before you walked in and he was practically bone dry. I was kind of shocked quite frankly.” Alyssa said. “Oh really?” Emily smiled. “Is my little boy happy in his clean diapee?” Mike frowned at Emily’s tone of voice. “Aw, come on, sweetie. I’m just joking around. Come on, you’ll feel better once we get you fed.” Emily said, tussling his hair. “Have him back by 9:00.” Alyssa said. “You got it.” Emily smiled. As much as Mike hated to admit it, Emily was right. They ordered an appetizer of French fries when they arrived at the restaurant and he quickly perked up. With her long brown hair down around her shoulders, Emily had a purple satin dress on that showed off a hint of cleavage. As she brushed her hair back behind her ear, Mike could see that her lacy pink bra strap was showing just a little bit. A stream of warm pee trickled over his balls before getting absorbed into his diaper. Squirming a in his seat, he crinkled a little. While his diaper wasn’t that wet, the tiny bit of warmth was enough to arose him and his penis was again demanding release from the plastic tube locked around it. He sucked some juice from the plastic sippy cup that that waitress had brought them while he listened to Emily talk about the numerous classes she was taking. Emily had always said one of the things she loved about him was what a good listener he was. He didn’t interrupt like other boys. Anyway, it wasn’t as though his summerhad been particularly eventful. The most fun he’d had since she left was the night that his friend Ethan from high school came over to play video games. “So anyway, I couldn’t believe it but they offered me an administrative position at the hospital. I would have two people working underneath me. Isn’t that great?” Emily said. “Um, yeah but… I thought you said you were planning on going to medical school to become a doctor?” Mike said. “Well, I thought about that. I might still go to medical school but this job pays really well. Besides, we’re getting married soon and it’s going to be a lot harder for me to support us if I’m a full time student. Trust me. This is for the best, baby.” Mike smiled as she placed her hand on his. “Can we go back to your place after this?” “How about now? We can put our food in to-go boxes and grab the check real quick. I’m hungry for something other than food and um, I don’t want your mouth to get tired out here.” Emily said with a giggle. “Let’s go.” Mike smiled. The second they opened the front door to Emily’s apartment, the two lovers began passionately kissing. While Mike’s chastity device was getting really uncomfortable, he was as enthusiastic as ever as she yanked his pants down to reveal his diaper. By this point, he wasn’t even embarrassed to have it showing. It would just make it that much easier for her to take it off and unlock him. The lighting in her apartment wasn’t all that bright anyway. He grabbed Emily’s breasts through the taught panels of her pink bra before sliding his hands up underneath the soft fabric of her dress to fondle her toned body. Her legs were toned and smooth. Brushing his hands away, she grabbed him by the wrist and led him towards the bedroom. To top it all off, there was an aroma of lavender and scented candles in the room; a welcome respite from the less pleasant smells of the boys’ dorm rooms. He could believe that he would soon have this gorgeous woman and her immaculate, lavish apartment all to himself. As Emily dropped the diaper bag in the living room, she practically pushed Mike into the bedroom. She pulled the dress off over her head and just as quickly, she unclasped her pink bra. Now Emily stood in front of him in only a pair of lacy blue panties. “See anything you like?” Emily asked, squeezing her bare breasts together. Mike licked his lips. The sight of her statuesque nude body never failed to leave him transfixed. Emily snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor beside her bed. “On your knees. You know the drill.” she said, raising her eyebrows. “Um… uh, Emily?” “Yeah?” “Could you uh… ch-change me first?” Mike asked. He was embarrassed to ask but he figured he might as well get comfortable if he was going to go down on her. Emily slowly took a step towards him. Looking at him seductively, she slipped two fingers into the leg band following it to the middle of the diaper. The thought that her fingers so close to grazing his genitals made him even more aroused. “You’re just a little damp. I’ll change you later. Now quit stalling.” Emily said, sliding down her lacy panties and taking a seat on the bed. Grabbing a handful of Mike’s shaggy brown hair, she guided his mouth down onto her womanhood. It was a familiar enough sight. The glistening wet lips of her clit were framed nicely by a landing strip of short pubic hair. Mike dutifully moved his firm tongue around and around in concentric circles as she moaned. Well, he wasn’t going to get a diaper change now until he was done. What else was new? Whether it was Emily, his mom, or his sister; he got a diaper change whenever it was convenient for them not him. His opinion mattered very little. While mildly annoyed that he hadn’t gotten changed into a clean diaper, he was still determined to show her that his oral skills hadn’t suffered over the summer. He was going to ‘pay it forward’ and ensure that he earned an orgasm no matter what. As her breathing began to quicken, Mike had a firm grasp on her bare thighs, still working wonders with his tongue. Finally, he felt her legs squeeze around his head as she came so loudly and vociferously; he had to wonder if the neighbors had heard. Mike figured it had been a while since she too had experienced an orgasm. “I love you.” she said, still panting. “I love you too.” She stoked his hair for a moment before standing up. Mike could only admire the gorgeous curves of her nude body in the dim bedroom light as she slipped on a pair of red, bikini style panties followed by a white tank top. Her hard nipples were clearly visible through the fabric. “Why don’t you get up? Have a seat on the bed.” Emily said. “What about my uh…” Mike pointed to his diaper. “Mikey, those things are state of the art. With that absorbent leak core, you could pee in that thing 10 more times before it came anywhere close to leaking. Besides, we’re going to be living together soon. I don’t mind if you sit down in my apartment while wearing a wet diaper. Really, don’t worry about, okay?” “Um, okay?” Taking a seat on the bed, Mike was unsure of how to feel. It appeared as though Emily wanted to talk to him about something but he was still holding out hope for at least a hand job and a diaper change. Taking a seat beside him on the bed, Emily put her arm around him, gently stroking his back. Mike’s posture relaxed, clearly feeling comforted by her touch, though still more than a little horny. “I’m guessing after being in chastity for the last few weeks, you’re pretty anxious for me to unlock you and let you cum, right?” Emily said. “Well um, y-yeah?” “I’ve given your chastity a lot of thought since my little visit over the summer. I even got a chance to talk to your sister about it. Well, she agreed with me that our special day would be that much more special if you didn’t have an orgasm until our wedding night.” “What?!” “Mikey, calm down.” “But… but that’s forever! You can’t be serious.” “Mikey, I already told you once to calm down. Don’t raise your voice to me.” she said sternly. “S-s-sorry.” Mike said. “As I was saying, I’ve given a lot of thought to this and I think it might reinforce just what an important commitment this is. You’re going to need to be able to love and obey me during the times when I’m allowing you to have orgasms as well as the times when I’m notallowing you to have orgasms. I think this is just one more reminder that for the rest of our lives, I’m going to be the one making that decision… not you. Do you understand me?” “Yeah… I guess.” “You still want to love me, obey me, and be my husband. Right?” “Yeah, of course!” “You need to remember that it wasn’t even my decision to put you in chastity in the first place.” “I remember. It was Alyssa. Ugh, I hate her.” “Mikey, it wasn’t Alyssa’s fault. Do you remember what happened last semester that caused Alyssa to put you in enforced chastity as a punishment?” “Yeah, I remember.” “Alyssa caught you tugging and rubbing the front of your diaper like a naughty little boy after lights out. You knew the rules for freshmen boys and you broke them. You are wearing that device because of your actions… not mine.” Mike frowned but he said nothing. He felt a deep sense of sexual frustration, as if he had been tricked. Even so, he knew that throwing a tantrum wasn’t going to do him any favors. It would just get him into trouble. Even though Emily had her arm around him and was gently stroking his back, he resented her in that moment as he felt another trickle of pee in his wet diaper. “Now all of that being said, the boys in the dorms aren’t due for a prostate milking until a month from now. Like you’ve been told before, it’ll get out some seminal fluids and keep your prostates and your other boy parts healthy. I’ve already told Alyssa that I’ll be taking care of you that night. But since I know you’ve had a long summer, I’ve decided you could benefit from me milking you tonight. You won’t have an orgasm but I think you’ll feel a lot better when we get you taken care of… and you’ll be a lot healthier. Now doesn’t that sound nice?” Emily said. “I guess so.” Mike said, unable to hide his disappointment. “Great. Well, I’ll get everything ready on the bed and then we’ll have you lay down on your tummy, okay?” Mike watched as Emily turned to leave the room, staring at her toned butt in the skimpy red panties she was wearing as she pulled her brown hair into a ponytail. When she returned a moment later; she had a box of medical gloves, a bottle of lube, and some baby wipes. “We’ll get you in a clean diaper after this but right now I think it would be a good idea to keep that same diaper under you to catch everything. Come on, flip over.” Emily said. Grabbing a towel from her closet, Emily laid it on the edge of the bed. Standing up, Mike repositioned himself so that he was laying on the bed, face down with his legs dangling over the side. “Do you want a pillow? It’ll probably be comfier.” Emily said, sliding a pillow over. She was right. It did feel better lying with his face and chest on the pillow. Emily carefully ripped back the tapes on his diaper and adjusted the garment until he could feel cool air on his naked, damp butt. The warm, sodden padding of his wet diaper was still pressed up against his crotch. He listened as Emily opened up the bottle of lube and squirted some onto her gloved fingers. Whimpering to himself, he could feel one slimy finger pushing firmly up against his puckered sphincter. Then he felt Emily’s warm breath on the back of his neck as she began to whisper to him. “Sweetie… you’re going to have to try and relax. Take a deep breath for me.” Mike inhaled, then exhaled. “Good boy. One more time. Breathe in for me? Now breathe out.” Mike did as he was told and felt Emily stroking his back with her one free hand. Then before he knew it, she had slipped a finger into his butt hole. It slid in… then out. Next she slid two fingers in and this time, he closed his eyes tightly and tried to remain focused on relaxing. Somewhere inside of him, her two firm fingers found their mark and almost imperceptibly began to message his prostate. The sensation wasn’t as enjoyable as pooping and it wasn’t as erotic or intimate as her pegging him in the missionary position. While there were some aspects of it that felt good, frankly, Mike would have rather been messing his diaper than dealing with Emily slowly milking his prostate. Neither one would result in an orgasm but he at least had more control over pooping in his diaper. He often got to decide where and when he messed himself, at least most of the time. Mike sighed at the thought that pooping in his diaper alone could be more enjoyable than any act Emily performed on him in their bedroom but he supposed this was a special case. During his freshmen year in college, Mike had read in a textbook about ‘dirty boys’. Apparently, the term once applied to boys who enjoyed pooping in their diapers. In was rarely used now because it was assumed that all boys enjoyed pooping in their diapers. Mike had always resented that ridiculous conclusion. After all, if he had just been allowed to poop in the toilet, he gladly would have done so! Maybe Drew took some infantile pleasure in messing his diapers but Mike was different! Now, he was rethinking all of it though. In chastity permanently, messing his diaper was a choice he could make almost daily to offer himself some pleasurable relief. It was cathartic. While Mike might have denied it for a long time, now he was beginning to think that he really was a ‘dirty boy’ after all. The guilty thought gave him no comfort as Emily’s two, lubed up fingers persisted in penetrating him, massaging his prostate in gentle circles. “That’s it. Good boy. Just relax… you’re doing great.” she said, stroking his back. Emily’s soft voice offered little reassurance. He wished that he could at least have watched TV while she penetrated him. Mike yearned for a distraction but instead, he was trapped in the present experience, sensing every little detail of the prostate milking process. The wet diaper against his crotch no longer felt warm. It was now cool, clammy, and hardly comfortable. Just then, his eyes popped back open. He felt like he was peeing in his diaper again. For a moment, he feared his diaper might flood or that he might pee on Emily’s bed but it was only a small trickle. In that moment, he realized what was happening. He hadn’t actually just peed. His body had purged itself of that tiny bit of seminal fluid Emily had been talking about. For some reason, rather than alert her to this fact, he just laid there silently while she continued massaging his prostate. In his current position, he didn’t real feel empowered to say much of anything to her. He was totally exposed and under her control. The process would end when she made the decision to stop. About two minutes later, she withdrew, gently putting her arm on his shoulder to roll him over onto his side. Tiny drops of cum dripped from the clear plastic tube around his now limp penis. A rubbery sound confirmed she had removed her medical glove as she rolled him onto his back, his sore rear end resting on the towel. Folding up the damp used diaper, she carried it out of the room, still dressed in only her panties and a tank top. Strangely, Mike barely even looked at her as she exited the room. He was suddenly feeling more subdued, tired, and even relaxed. She returned promptly with a clean diaper in one hand and a tiny bottle of power along with a pack of wipes in the other. Pressing the screen on her watch, the tiny lock on Mike’s chastity device popped open. She slid off the lock along with the two-inch, hard plastic tube that had covered his penis. Despite having thought about this moment for so long, Mike felt largely numb to it all as his fiancé cleaned the tube with a baby wipe before wiping off his balls and penis. A few seconds later, the tube was back on and the lock snapped shut, affixing the tube to the ring around his balls. Once again, he was locked in. His fate was sealed and while he might technically get unlocked once or twice in the future, it would be two months before he would have the chance to have an orgasm. With a sprinkling of powder, Mike’s butt came to rest on a clean diaper and Emily swiftly pulled it up and taped him in place. Finally, he was clean and dry once again. Sleepy and starting to zone out, Mike said nothing on the car trip home. “Mikey?” Emily said, breaking the silence. “Huh?” Mike said, in a daze. “Have you given any thought to who you want to be your Best Boy at the wedding?” “Huh?” “Your Best Boy. You know, the boy who is going to stand next to you at the wedding ceremony.” “Well, Drew I guess.” “Are you sure?” Emily asked, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah, why not?” “Sometimes I think he’s a bad influence on you. Maybe he’s turned over a new leaf this semester but he got in a lot of trouble last year. He doesn’t always know how to behave and he gets really rowdy, even more so than a normal boy. His well connected mother was the only reason he was allowed to come back this semester.” “So… I can’t pick Drew then?” “No, I didn’t say that. This is your choice to make. But if he steps out of line or misbehaves at the wedding, my mom will give him the worst spanking of his life. Make sure he understands that.” “Okay, y-y-yeah.” With that, Emily walked Mike up to the dorms, signed him in, and shortly thereafter it was lights out. Check out the link to read Chapter II: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07SQLQB6P