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Repost. THE MAN IN THE GRAY SUIT by Cute Kitten “Ro? You promise?" The hospital pillow was flat and lumpy, almost as uncomfortable as the mattress. Ryo missed his own bed that cradled and supported him just right. He also missed the familiar, soothing surroundings of his home. Most of all, he missed Ro. Her smile. Her carefree laughter. Her sarcasm. He hadn’t seen her smile since the accident. He never realized how much he depended on her until his world was turned upside down. She was his rock; his strength. She had always been, ever since they were best friends as children. Being with her always felt so natural; like their destiny was with each other. Their love written in the stars. Romeo and Juliet without all the drama and death. Robin Hood and Maid Marian. Mark Antony and Cleopatra. Tristan and Isolde. Ryo and Ro. They were an odd couple despite how easy and natural being with each other was. Ryo was the pretty one. The effeminate one of the couple. He’d worn the white dress when they got married on a beach at sunset, the warm waves lapping at their ankles. He was clearly male but mixed with a haunting feminine beauty that made him a favorite of the modeling agency and its clients. Part of that beauty came from his Japanese heritage. Ro was his opposite. She was no beauty queen, but she cleaned up nice when she bothered to care about her appearance. As long as he’d known her, she’d been a total tomboy who hated dresses as much as she loved the ocean. Night and day; so different but they completed each other. Even paradise had its problems; disagreements and differences of opinions. Each had different priorities. Hers was money. His was her life. Ro didn’t answer. Her head was bent over his hairless, freshly diapered crotch. She was taking much too long with this diaper change, dragging it out and avoiding eye contact. Her gaze focused on the front panel of his diaper as she pressed down on the tapes. She ran her fingers over the smooth, thick plastic to make sure it was fastened tight. Ryo stared at her, but her face was carefully blank. Her mouth was in a straight line, her eyes blank. Neutral. Guarded. Trying to hide her emotions and thoughts by acting like she hadn’t heard him. Her silence spoke volumes. Ro diapering him was nothing new; she’d been changing his diapers since their relationship turned serious when they were eighteen. They were twenty three now; Ro was several months older than him. She’d changed his diapers throughout their dating, engagement, and now their marriage. He’d always had bladder problems; he’d never been out of diapers at night and he wore pullups during the day in case of not uncommon accidents. They’d been childhood best friends; Ro knew all his secrets and loved him anyway. He loved her, too. Trusted her. He thought he knew all her secrets. Looking at her now, doubt wriggled in his stomach. She was hiding something from him. “Aurora?” He prodded into the widening chasm of silence between them. Ro ducked her head, hiding her face. Her fingers slid down the slick plastic, lightly pressing on the thin padding. A faint crinkling filled the quiet, small room Her fingers found the leg gathers. She poked and prodded, making sure his diaper was on just right. She was too focused on her task, fingers moving too slow. Deliberate, with too much concentration. Before the accident, diaper changes had been moments of intimacy between them. Ryo could handle his own diapers, and often did. He always felt so vulnerable when she changed him, giving her control over this most intimate aspect of his life. He also felt so loved, accepted, and protected. Cherished. Precious. This was her way of showing him how much she loved him. Even now, as she tried to hide something from him, she still tried to stay close to him. She tried to reassure him by changing his diaper. To show without words how much she loved him. I love you, but I don't want you to know about this. During a normal diaper change, as she wiped, powdered and diapered him, she would look at him. Smile. Make silly faces or blow a raspberry on his stomach. He’d roll his eyes at the juvenile teasing she’d never grown out of, then he’d stick his tongue out or try to tickle her back. Now, she avoided his gaze and acted like this was the first time she’d ever changed his diaper. Ryo glanced at the balled up, wet medical diaper. It was at the bottom of the bed, by his right ankle. The left side of the mattress, where his lower leg and foot should have been, was empty. He winced, quickly shutting his eyes. Aurora handled his missing limb better than he did. It had been weeks since the accident, and the sight of his stump still churned his stomach. Mere weeks since the last time he’d surfed. Since his near fatal encounter with a great white. Surfing was in his blood; his mother and grandfather were avid surfers. Ryo had grown up surfing; he’d even placed first in a few local competitions. His grandfather owned a surfing shop where he made custom boards. Ryo often helped him. Surfing was Ryo’s hobby, but most of his money came from modeling contracts. All surfers knew the danger lurking below the waves. They knew the risk getting into the ocean. He’d seen scars of shark bites on some avid surfers. He’d seen boards with huge, jagged bites. He realized the danger in the rational part of his brain, but a small part of him had insisted it would never happen to him. That insular bubble of ignorance had been popped by serrated shark teeth. Now, his life was like his missing leg; crushed and shredded. He didn’t know where to start picking up the pieces. The only thing he did know deep down in his bones was he had to protect Ro from making the same mistake he did. Ro had grown up diving. Her mother ran a diving school and her father worked for the local zoo and aquarium, cleaning and maintaining the huge, deep tanks. He was a retired abalone diver. Ro helped her mother run the school in the off seasons of abalone hunting. It was too lucrative to pass up. She could make a hundred thousand dollars in under fifty days. Those mollusk delicacies were so expensive partly due to the dangers involved in harvesting them. Abalone season coincided with great white breeding season. The father of Ryo and Ro’s friend Sheila had been an abalone diver who’d been killed by a great white. Ryo had lost his leg to a great white. His leg, his surfing, his modeling. Life as he knew it was changed. He couldn’t lose his heart, too. His Aurora. “I don’t like these hospital diapers. They’re too thin. Fourth leak already. You need better protection. Your bottom’s a little red, too. I think you’re getting a diaper rash. The nurses aren’t changing you enough. I’ll have a word with them when I leave.” Ro ran out of reasons to keep fussing with his diaper. He felt her tug down his thin hospital gown from where it was bunched up by his armpits. The gown hid his diaper; the hem brushed the knee of his right leg and the bandaged stump of his left. She covered his lower half with a scratchy, puke-green blanket. “It’s not so bad. They only leak if I’m not changed on time. The one nurse’s aide is always late. The blue haired girl with the nose ring.” Ryo managed to catch her gaze for a second before her eyes skittered away. “I need to throw this out.” Ro mumbled and hastily snatched up the used diaper that was squishy and cold with his pee. She carried it to the red biohazard bin. He frowned at her back. He wriggled his hips, adjusting his position on the mattress. His diaper crinkled loudly in response. His night diapers at home were just as noisy, but they were thicker. He felt more secure with more padding. He’d also feel more secure if Ro would just promise him… Sharp pain shot through his stump, cutting off his train of thought. He gasped. In that lightning strike of pain, he almost felt his missing leg and foot. Phantom sensations from raw, damaged nerves. He squeezed his eyes shut, hands fisting in the blanket. He was never going to get used to this. Not even his diapers could comfort him. His bedwetting and frequent accidents when he couldn’t get to a toilet fast enough were sources of shame. Diapers had always comforted him; made him feel safe, secure and protected. They boosted his confidence. He did lose some modeling gigs due to his incontinence issues. Pullups and diapers kept his pants and bedding dry. Pullups were quiet and discreet, even if they leaked sooner than a thick, thirsty diaper. At his quiet gasp, Ro instantly whirled and rushed to his bedside. She held one of his hands while her other hand touched his forehead. “What hurts? Where? Baby, do you want me to get a nurse?” She gingerly squeezed his slender fingers. Her concern poured over him in waves, reassuring him she still cared despite trying to ignore him. Ignore the important question he’d asked her. The promise he wanted her to make. She was here today, but he wanted her here always. Not callously throwing her life away for money. His stump still throbbed, waves of discomfort sloshing over his body. He felt tired, drained. As if the diaper change and one little movement sapped all his strength. The diaper change hadn’t been so bad; Ro had done all the work. The nurses had taught her the techniques to change him without jostling his injured limb. He could get through a diaper change with minimal problems since someone else did the lifting and moving while he stayed relatively still. When he moved the muscles on his injured leg, it felt like setting off fireworks if he moved too quick, too careless. Ryo smiled weakly up at Ro. Her fingers ran through his hair just the way he liked. “I’m fine. Just moved too quick. Even with this in-” He held up his hand with the IV line. “It still hurts like a bitch.” “You don’t look so good. I’ll go get a nurse.” Her fingers trailed down the side of his pretty face, brushing over his soft cheek. Her gray eyes probed him, searching for indicators he was down playing the amount of pain he was in. “Don’t. Really. I’m fine. Promise.” At that word, he bit his lip and dropped his eyes as he remembered the wedge between them. The promise Ro refused to make. The pain had shoved his worry and emotional turmoil aside. Now it was back, but this time he had Ro’s attention. “Baby? What hurts?” He closed his eyes and shook his head. He suddenly felt overwhelmed and helpless. He couldn’t protect her. All he could do was beg to stay out of the water and pray she’d listen. He felt her lean closer. Salty ocean tang filled his nostrils; he knew where she’d spent most of her morning. His stomach churned. Thoughts of her being bitten like him made him dizzy. His head swam with images of gray fins, white teeth opened wide and Aurora’s severed limbs floating in bloody water. He wanted to puke. “Tell me. Ryo, what’s wrong?” Ro’s hand cupped his cheek, her thumb stroking his cheekbone. Her pleading tone nearly broke him. Nightmares of the shark attack haunted his sleep. Sometimes he was eaten. Sometimes Aurora. The vivid images and emotions bled into his waking hours, filling him with dread. He’d told her about them numerous times, but she just brushed them aside as emotional trauma. Just like the doctors. He still couldn’t shake those feelings, even if his headstrong wife refused to listen. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes. He stared down at his blanket covered stump. Below his left knee, the blanket lay flat on the mattress. He had to protect Ro, even from herself. She would only continue to ignore and avoid the subject if he tried to talk to her again. He knew she planned to go abalone hunting in shark infested waters, which was why he was so desperate to get her to promise him not to do it. He wanted her to tell him about her plans. She just countered with “No, I’m not thinking about it,” then changed the subject or ignored him. “Ryo. Talk to me, baby.” Her arms, strong and warm, wrapped around him as she leaned further over the bed. “Sheila and Marvin came by this morning. Sheila got a new boat. She named it after her father. Marvin showed me pictures. You were with them. You never told me.” He spoke softly. The pain of Ro’s betrayal filled his voice as a few stray tears trickled down his cheeks. Those quiet words struck Ro like hammer blows. He felt her stiffen as she realized the truth. He knew everything she’d tried to keep hidden from him. Marvin had spilled the beans; Sheila had asked Ro to be her diver for abalone season. Ro hadn’t answered, but she was seriously considering it. Leaning towards yes. She refused to discuss any of it with Ryo. Ryo knew in her mind, the matter was already settled. Not up for discussion. She’d been diving for years; of course she’d do it again. He never objected before because he’d brushed aside the dangers. Now reality had bitten him in the leg and woke him up. He was terrified of Ro getting attacked. She didn’t want to talk about it. Perhaps she was still in denial about it happening to her. Frustrated tears leaked from his eyes and splashed onto her hand. Ro shuddered at the warm wetness. Her lips pressed against his forehead in a sloppy kiss. “Ryo. Baby. Don’t. Shh. Don’t cry. Please.” She hugged him hard. He made no effort to stop his tears as they fell faster. He surrendered to the emotions he’d been fighting since Sheila and Marvin’s visit. His bubble of denial had been brutally popped. The dangers of the deep were real, and they could happen to anyone. A hard life lesson that cost him a leg. He didn’t want it to cost him Ro, too. Didn’t want Ro learning that lesson. They were talking in circles, chasing each other. He couldn’t take it anymore. “I don’t know what to do.” A tremor ran down his slim body. He didn’t feel the front of his thin diaper grow wet as he peed. A sob tore his throat. He didn’t want Ro to give up something she loved, something she’d been doing all her life. He just wished she’d dive in safer waters instead of great white ground zero. Where the abalone grew; where the money was. "Shh. It's alright, baby. We'll figure it out. It's okay." Ro's honeyed voice washed over him as she tried to calm him. He tasted the venom of lies in her sugary words. It was not okay. There was nothing to figure out. She was not open to listening to him. Screw him and his feelings, so long as Ro got to do what she wanted to do. Even if it cost them her life. His tears fell like rain, soaking his pillow and her shirt. His slender body shuddered with hard sobs as he broke down. Ro held him, stroking his hair and kissing his wet face, trying to soothe him. The gentle tugging pressure of her fingers in his short hair usually soothed him, but not today. Minutes ticked by on the cock and still he cried. He sobbed until his eyes were red and swollen, nose running, and throat hoarse. Eventually his sobs died down to sniffles and his shaking died down to fine trembles. He clung to Ro like a lifeline, as if he could anchor her here with him. Safe and sound. He pressed his face into her shoulder and she hugged him harder. “Don’t leave me.” He whispered hoarsely. Her neck was warm and wet from his tears. “Ryo? I’m not going anywhere, baby. I’m right here.” Her tone was startled. “Please, Ro. I love you. I don’t..I can’t...if I lost you...I...just can’t.” His words tumbled over each other and fell in a jumbled heap from his mouth. “Oh.” Her arms tightened around him in realization of what he meant. He clung to her like a drowning man. Was she finally opening up to listening, or would she simply serve him more denials and platitudes? “Oh, Ryo…” She sighed and trailed off. His heart twisted. “Please, Ro.” Here we go round again. I don't know what else to do. How do I reach you? Please, please. Just listen. “Promise me. Stay out of the water. Just this season. Please. We’ll be okay. You’re more important than the money. Please. Promise me.” He stared up at her, saw the hesitancy in her face. His vision blurred with renewed, tired tears. She's never going to listen. I'm going to lose her. He crumbled, crying again. His head was full of images from his nightmares. Sheila coming to visit him, telling him he’d never see Ro again. Police wanting him to identify his wife’s bitten remains. Maybe this really was just trauma from his own brush with hungry death. Maybe he needed therapy. The irrational fear clung to his heart, denying him rest. Never far from thoughts. He needed to know Ro was safe on land as desperately as he needed air to breathe. “Ryo, no. Don’t…” His sobs drowned out her words. She hugged him hard, rocking him. Running her fingers through his hair again. Pleading with him to stop crying. “Okay. Okay. Shh. Please, Ryo. Calm down. I’ll tell Sheila no if it means that much to you. I promise. No diving. I’ll tell Sheila no. I promise. Just shhh.” She cooed. “Please.” He sniffled Her words soothed the savage beast that was his fear. They still rang hollow in his ears. Drowned by his own desperation. “I promise, Ryo. I promise. Oh, baby. Shh. I promise.” Ro started humming his favorite tune. She continued to run her fingers through his short black hair until he fell asleep.

Repost of an old story of mine. A DIAPERED DECISION by Cute Kitten The panty was peach silk decorated with sprawling, thin grey branches and reddish-pink cherry blossoms, looking like it was made from the silken scraps of a Japanese kimono. Iris fingered the smooth, expensive material as she brought it closer to the scissors in her other hand. Her slim fingers pulled the scissors open and slid the dainty cloth between the metal. "This is really it. No going back. I want this." She froze before she could cut the panty. The panty, no longer her panty. "Not mine. Not anymore." She rubbed the silk some more. They felt like a stranger's panties, not her own. So thin, so substantial. No protection whatsoever. She needed protection now. The thick, absorbent padding swaddling her crotch had all the comfort of an old friend. She had, in a way, always needed diapers- emotionally at least, had always been drawn to them. From a child who used to steal towels out of the bathroom cupboard and shoved them down her pants to a young college woman who bought crappy, cheap grocery store diapers and smuggled them into her dorm. Her love of diapers had always been with her. The older she got, the more she wore them and the more a part of her life they became, a source of psychological comfort that helped her cope better with the stress in her life. Now a college graduate with the first job in her career and first apartment all to herself, she had taken a hard, long look at her life before making a major decision. Iris lowered the scissors from the panty and ran her fingers over the smooth plastic shell of her thick diaper. The crotch was warm with fresh urine. It felt right and natural. This was who she was, who she had always been- a girl who wanted, needed diapers. Panties felt awkward and wrong to her. Always had, so she made the decision to do something about it, to right that wrong. Warm wetness trickled into her already wet diaper and spread around her crotch. "No regrets." She smiled to herself. Diapers were her underwear, a portable potty strapped to her waist 24/7. She had turned her psychological need physical. She no longer wanted to wear diapers; she had to wear them, or she would end up with wet pants. For the last several months, Iris had been diaper training herself. It was not a decision made lightly. She knew what the consequences, both good and bad, were. But it felt so right, so complete, that she did not care. She'd deal with whatever the results were from something that helped her be more comfortable with herself. Diaper training was not easy. Diapers, especially the premium ones she ordered online, were not cheap. She had to keep herself shaved to fight odor and guard against rashes. She had to learn to listen to her body, struggle to keep her sphincter muscles relaxed, to just go whenever she felt the need, no matter her diapered or undiapered state or what she was doing. She had had to train herself to wet her diaper, getting comfortable in all positions and situations, even embarrassing ones. If her diaper was saturated to the point of leaking, she still had to wet, leaks in public be damned. The more she kept at it, the easier it got as she fought to undo her potty training. Iris had reached the point in her diaper training journey where she was now dependent on diapers. She only realized she was wetting once she started to go and felt the thick, absorbent material grow warm and wet as she peed herself like a baby. Peeing took her by surprise and her bladder capacity had shrunk. "When was the last time I even sat on a toilet? Or wore these?" Iris fingered the panties with one hand and rubbed her diaper with the other. She couldn't even remember the last time the skin of her derriere plunked down on the cold porcelain of a toilet. Now, that almost seemed unnatural. Her diapers had truly become a part of her. She should cut up the panties she hadn't worn in months to symbolize her determination to stay diapered. She stared down at the scissors laying at her side, then to the panties she still held. She put her feet through the leg holes, standing up then pulling the panties up over her legs. Her diaper crinkled as she moved. The bulky padding forced her legs apart. The silk of the panty stretched wide once it encountered the bulge of the diaper and her spread hips. She tugged the tiny panty up into place with a grunt. A small but noisy fart slipped out of her and she wondered if she was going to mess herself. Iris paused in her pulling to rub her stomach. She didn't feel like a bowel movement was imminent. Her teeth sunk into her lower lip, chewing as she poked at her crinkly, padded backside. Still nice and dry, not wet or messy yet, though she knew soon enough that would change- that was just part of the new life she had chosen. She went back to tugging on the panties, compelled to put them on over her diaper. She wasn't ready to say goodbye to them, not just yet. She knew she should let go of them; she could never wear them. It was diapers and diapers only for her, yet a small part of her latched o to those panties and she could not figure out why. With another grunt and another fart, she yanked the panty into place over her bulging diaper and felt a small trickle of warmth spurt out as she stood fully up. She had paid quite a bit of money for the panties from some designer lingerie boutique. They were itty bitty hip huggers. Hardly anything to them; they barely fit over the bottom part of her enormous and monstrously thick diaper. Iris caught sight of herself in the full length bedroom mirror and giggled. "I look ridiculous." She stared down at the length of thick white padding bulging out of the tiny silk. Any normal woman would have felt ridiculous in the diaper, but Iris felt ludicrous in the panty. She ran her hands over the strange combination covering her private parts. The panty was soft and slick under her fingertips as she rubbed her crotch then her hand glided up. The diaper's plastic crinkled underneath her touch, calling to her. Her fingers skimmed over the smooth plastic, all the way up her belly until they hit into the rough tabs. She tapped the tabs, smiling down at her diaper and felt yet another tiny spurt of pee, as if her bladder was subconsciously affirming her choice. It seemed to dribble constantly so she was rarely dry anymore. She patted her wet diaper then shimmied the stretched-out panty off her slim legs and huge diaper. As she moved, the diaper crinkled loudly. Her heavily diaper-cream coated cheeks slid against each other and felt almost as if she'd messed herself. Iris stared down at the panty. "You aren't for me anymore, but you're still too pretty to cut." She knew she should cut up her drawer full of panties, to fully mentally commit to her diaper training, but try as she might, she just could not bring herself destroy them. They were from her old life, and she could no longer wear them….but they were like pretty souvenirs from a trip. She had willingly and happily moved to Diaper Island, but she still wanted a few mementos from her sojourn in Potty Land. She had already cleaned out her closet, getting rid of clothes that would no longer fit over her huge diapers. It was one of the first things she had done when she decided to make diapers her new underwear permanently. Her short shorts that easily showed off her diaper bulge, or skirts and dresses that were so short they showed off her diaper, all had gone to resale shops and charity. Gone too were her comfortable yet tight yoga pants, which showed off her butt in all its excessively padded glory. She had gone shopping for new, diaper-concealing pants, shorts, and dresses. All of which was also, inadvertently, more modest. "This was a waste of time." She shrugged and tossed the panty back into the cardboard box with her other panties. She saw no reason to cut them up- she was already committed to her diapered life. The wet diaper around her waist, the diaper cream and tons of sweet smelling baby powder were evidence enough of that. She put the lid back on the box and shoved it back under her bed, where she had placed it months ago when she started her diaper training. Then, she had tried to cut her old panties up and had not been able to do it. She hadn't been completely sure she would stick with her un-potty training and still had panties as a choice, wanted them as a safety net and back up plan. She had tried numerous times after that as her bladder grew weaker and weaker and she needed her diapers more and more. Now….Iris patted the front of her wet diaper. Now, she had no choice. Her old underwear were just pretty momentos. She had no regrets. The phone rang and she waddled off to answer it, thick diaper crinkling noisily all the way, the new soundtrack of her diapered life.

One of my first ABDL stories. WINTER'S KISS by Cute Kitten Wayne's love life was in the crapper. Hell, he did not even have a love life, unless nights alone with his hand and a porno counted. It was the only intimate relationship he had ever had. Friends tried to set him up on blind dates, but the ladies either never showed, took an "emergency phone call" and bolted, or hung around long enough just for a free meal. He hadn't fared any better with dating services and websites. Women were complex, confusing creatures who both captivated and terrified him, from beautiful actresses to drabby housewives. True beauty was on the inside, and it was those insides he had trouble getting to. He wanted to get to know a woman, but he was tongue-tied and awkward. Something always seemed to go wrong. His friends got him many first dates, but never a second. He was lucky if he could get through the first. Women only seemed interested in him at first because of his good paying job as an engineer. But when they laid eyes on him in the flesh or talked to him online, they all seemed to deflate and swiftly lose interest. Eventually he'd come to believe it was a combination of his looks and personality that was off-putting. He tried different approaches with women and none of the tactics seemed to work, even genuine honesty. All he wanted was a partner in life, someone to share his innermost secrets with. Someone to marry and maybe raise a family with. Someone who could even accept him despite his deepest, darkest secret- his love of wearing and using diapers. Maybe he was meant to be alone, to be a diaper-wearing bachelor for life. That line of thinking depressed him enough to cause him to drink himself senseless, which was how he found out about the speed-date event being held at the local bar. Wayne was not ready just yet to resign himself to eternal bachelorhood. Maybe he was not casting a wide enough net. There were plenty of fish in the sea. He just had to find his special fishy. Which led him up to tonight. "Are you sure I look alright? Not overdressed?" Wayne checked himself in the mirror on the bedroom wall. He was not cut and hunky like his big brother. He was pudgy and pale. He wore a wine colored dress shirt, black tie, black leather belt and charcoal gray slacks with shiny black dress shoes. He sucked in his gut and frowned at himself. "Maybe it's too soon. I should wait, loose some more weight first. It hasn't been very long since my date with Darla. Maybe she'll-" Bernard sat on Wayne's bed and shook his head. "Buddy, its been a month. That gal's long gone. She never returned your calls. Besides, you look great. You've lost thirty pounds now, right? Tonight's your night. I feel it in my bones." "You said that a decade ago at our prom. Remember how that night turned out?" Bernard cringed at the mere memory of it. "Don't dwell on the past so much. Buck up your courage, man. Tonight's going to be different!" Bernard encouraged. "Yeah, but-" "No buts." Bernard stood up and grabbed his childhood friend's leather coat. "You're going. Don't flake out. You got this. Be calm. Smile. Talk about your Corvette. Show the chicks a picture of it. Tell them you're thinking of getting a Harley. Tell them about your raise at work." "I don't know." Wayne reluctantly put on his coat. "Isn't that.....kind of materialistic? Like I'm bragging or something?" "Wayne." Bernard grasped Wayne's sloping, beefy shoulders. "You're a great guy, but sex is a battle. Love is war. Some lucky guys are born pussy-magnets. The rest of us schmucks play whatever angles we can. So buck up, get out there and go get 'em!" He have Wayne an encouraging shake. Wayne zipped his coat up. "You're right. I've gotta at least try." He grabbed his wallet and Corvette keys. He nearly made it through his house to the front door, then stopped so abruptly Bernard almost ran into him. "My leftover clam chowder! It'll go bad if its not eaten up. Here, let me pack it up for you and Molly. With a new baby and all, I'm sure she doesn't have time to cook-" Bernard body-blocked Wayne's dash to the kitchen. "I'll get it. Don't worry about it. You just focus on getting yourself a pair of big ol' titties tonight." Bern grabbed the plastic soup container from the fridge. "Thanks." He raised the container and walked forward, herding Wayne out the door. Wayne stumbled out onto the porch as his friend shut the door behind him. Wayne felt trapped. Bernard read his face. "I'll follow behind you." He offered. Wayne shook his head. "I'm good. I-I got this." "Yes, you do." Bern's voice was firm and he clapped Wayne's shoulder in passing as he and the homemade clam chowder headed for his mini-van as Wayne headed for his Corvette.

This story is complete and is available on Kindle. https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07WN7H42M/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i4 WITCH'S BREW by Cute Kitten Joshua poked at the chocolate cereal puffs and marshmallow bats floating in the milk puddle on his highchair tray. His cheeks and chin were wet with milk; a couple of mushy bats stuck to his face. His plastic bib was as messy as his tray. He wore most of his food instead of eating it, despite his efforts to the contrary. He poked at another cereal puff, trying to pinch it between his fingers. The soggy cereal smooshed under his uncooperative fingers. He puffed his cheeks out in frustration, staring down at his hands and the delicate, silvery webbing of scars on his porcelain skin. His skin was so pale the scars were barely visible. He turned his wrist and the spidery, thin lines shimmered with a pearly sheen. Normal scars were varying shades of pink, red, and white. Not pearl and silver and covering nearly his entire body. The odd scars were souvenirs from a necromantic witch who had slowly burned and destroyed his nerves. He'd been very close to death. Aunt Gertrude saved him just in time. She even brewed him a potion distilled from the Font of Youth, to regrow and restore his injured body. Recovery was not magically instantaneous; his body was like that of a baby, and he had to relearn all over again. Hence his infantile lack of fine motor skills and barely controlled gross motor skills. And Auntie Gertrude raising him like he was an oversized baby. Physically, he was a baby. He couldn't even manage to feed himself yet. Josh puffed his cheeks out and smacked one hand into the milk puddle on his tray. His fingers accidentally hit the rim of the bowl; milk and cereal arched through the air and splattered onto the floor. He froze, eyes going wide as he realized just how big his mess was. He was in so much trouble; Aunt Gertrude would be furious. He wasn't supposed to feed himself; he wasn't ready for that yet. Aunt Gertrude had told his big half-sister Tabitha to feed him, but Tabi had snuck down into Aunt Gertrude's liquor cellar. So Josh had taken the opportunity to prove he was a big boy who could feed himself. He'd failed. Claws clicked on the tiled floor then a snuffling noise near the high chair legs. Josh looked down to see a monstrous, fluffy black dog-like creature lapping up the milk and cereal. Pandora, Aunt Gertrude's familiar. Even at peace, Dora was terrifying. She was slightly larger than a Great Dane, bulky, and fluffier than a Tibetan Mastiff. Her cat-like claws and teeth were made for ripping into the flesh of her prey. She was a barghest, a hellhound; a beast who could only be controlled by a powerful witch. Her massive pink tongue swept out, licking up the last of the spilled breakfast. Dora raised her massive head and started licking the highchair tray. Josh giggled in relief, patting the thick black fur with his clean hand. Orange ribbon was tied in a bow by each ear, making her look pretty for Halloween. Plastic bowl and rubber coated baby spoon clattered to the floor as Dora pushed them out of her way. Finished with the tray, she moved on to Josh's milk-sticky hand then his face. Joshua giggled some more, squirming helplessly as her rough tongue tickled his baby soft, delicate skin. He kicked his feet, his soggy diaper crinkling audibly. A wave of warmth engulfed his crotch as he wet himself but he barely paid any attention. He was too busy being tickle-attacked by Dora's monstrous tongue. "Pipe down. You're gonna attract the old bat with all that racket." Tabitha crept silently out of the basement. She scowled at her little half-brother. They had the same father but different witch mothers. Just looking at him annoyed her. He was so damn pretty; a soft, lovely, delicate baby doll she often just wanted to smash. She felt like an ungainly sow in comparison. "S-sowwy." Josh gasped out in a toddler lisp. His lungs ached from laughing. Pandora sat on her haunches, licking the milk and marshmallows off her muzzle. "Doggy tickles." Shaggy, pale blonde bangs fell into his big green eyes as he ducked his head, looking down at his tray that smelled of doggy slobber. He poked at the mess on his bib. He hated making his big sister mad; it reminded him too much of all the times his mother had been upset with him. "Whatever. Just don't start blubbering." Tabitha snorted, tossing her frizzy dark brown ringlets over her shoulder. She didn't even glance at his tray or bowl on the floor; she turned and went straight to the kitchen cabinet above the sink to fetch a glass. She held up the pilfered bottle to the autumn morning sun streaming through the window. The light caught the pale amber liquid, making it sparkle and shimmer. The bottle should have been brown; instead it was clear to show off the liquor. A homemade label decorated with drawings of pumpkins covered in spider webs. She read the squiggly handwriting. "Spider Cider." She snorted. "Cute. How appropriate for Auntie's Halloween party." She sat the bottle down and turned to Joshua, who still sat quietly in his highchair. "You know, I'm 21. I'm finally old enough to go to the Samhain Feast. Become a full-fledged coven member. Instead, my Halloween is stuck here changing your diapers and handing out candy to filthy brats." "Sowwy." Josh whispered softly, not daring to look up at her. Instead he looked around for his binky. He didn't see it, so he slipped his thumb in his mouth instead and started to suck. Pandora's wet nose bumped into his bare calf and he smiled a little at the ticklish sensation. The barghest stood in front of the highchair and just stared Tabitha down. She didn't growl or bare her teeth; she just stared at the girl. "Dowa, dat not nice." Josh lisped at the barghest. That dead stare trapped her like a cornered rabbit. It was the look of a dog that was considering attacking. Pandora often gave Tabitha that look. She found it almost as annoying as Aunt Gertrude's reprimands. Pandora never attacked her yet, but often looked at her like the damn mutt was thinking about it. Tabi tried to give the familiar a wide berth; all it took was one time, one incident. A barghest attack was hard to survive, and with her sealed magic it was almost impossible. "I'm not scared of you." Defiance laced her tone. Her limbs were stiff and her knees shook. "Anyway, since this Halloween's gonna suck, I might as well have some fun while I can. The least Auntie can do is spare me one lousy bottle of her brew." She slowly, intentionally turned her back on the beast and tried to open the bottle. Her hands trembled and she waited with baited breath to hear a growl in her ear, pain erupt as teeth sank into her shoulder. When no attack came, she let out her breath, hitched on a smirk and slowly, cautiously turned around. "Hey, baby pants, you want a sip?" She waved the bottle, amber liquid sloshing around. "No, he doesn't. You aren't having one, either." A calm, firm voice filled the kitchen.

Featuring Gabby from Tricky Treats. https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07WJCJCS8/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i6 SWEET NOTHINGS by Cute Kitten Gabrielle stared at the cake slice in front of her. Grandma's homemade Chocolate Death was a blue ribbon winner at the county fair for five years. Soft, moist, warm chocolate cake slathered in gooey, thick, fudgy chocolate icing and drizzled with sweet, tangy-tart raspberry sauce. Gabby could taste the chocolate heaven already. Her tastebuds tingled in anticipation. She drooled just looking at it, locking her lips as she picked up her fork. This was her favorite dessert of Gram's repertoire. She leaned forward, nose to the cake, closed her eyes, and inhaled. Sweet cocoa filled her lungs and teased her stomach. Her entire being ached for that first gooey, moist, chocolatey bite. A sudden, loud bark of laughter broke into her concentration. Gabby jerked her head up. Grandpa and Aunt Margaret sat at the other end of the long farmhouse table, lingering over their own half eaten cakes. Marge threw her head back as she laughed heartily. Aunt Margaret. Large Marge. Tub of lard. Gabby watched her plump aunt's jowls quiver as her laughter died down to amused chuckles. Aunt Marge wore a 5X to hide what she claimed was leftover baby weight from her six kids. The youngest of them was in high school. Gabby's gaze slid from her aunt's rotund figure to the huge slab of cake on her plate. Partially eaten, it was still bigger than Gabby's slice. Not all that fat was baby weight. Gabby winced at her harsh thoughts. She had no room to talk; she had excess weight herself. Nowhere near as large as Marge. Not yet, anyway. But then, Gabby was a pathetic eighteen year old virgin who had never even kissed a guy. On top of that, her bladder leaked like a sieve and she wore diapers. Not thin, discreet pull ups that leaked easily, but big, puffy, noisy, hard to hide diapers. Gabby was going to change all that. Lose the pudge. Become pretty. Become skinny. The diapers she could not help, but if she was skinny and pretty, maybe she'd have a chance with the boys. She'd be just like Aunt Marge's oldest girl, Angel. Just like her friend Kaoru. Gabby was trying; she'd taken a tiny slice of cake instead of the big slab she usually took. Smaller piece for fewer calories yet she still got to enjoy her favorite, decadent treat. Pretty, skinny Angel had declined any cake. Gabby twirled her fork in the air, just above her cake, as she thought of Angel's tiny, trim waist. Even less calories if she put the cake back. She'd get skinnier sooner if she didn't eat it. But it was so moist and gooey and fudgey. Maybe just a few bites, to satisfy her craving…and she could do extra exercise to make up for a bit of decadent indulgence. She would be extra strict with her calories and food choices over the next couple days to help compensate. She shoved a huge forkful into her mouth and instantly melted at the first, heavenly bite. She closed her eyes, savoring the gooey morsel. The soft, spongy cake melted on her tongue while the thick, chocolate icing stuck to the roof of her mouth. Sweet, sugary milk chocolate, bitter dark chased by tangy raspberry danced over her tastebuds. Her senses, her entire being, drowned in chocolatey delight. "Mmmmm." She moaned her appreciation; she could die happy right now. She swallowed with a contented sigh, her entire body relaxing in satisfaction. A wave of warmth enveloped her crotch as her bladder let loose. The thick, slightly damp padding swaddling her absorbed it all as some urine trickled between her legs to swell over her ample backside. The diaper held it all. The thick, squishy padding further soothed and relaxed her, amplifying the effects of the chocolate. Even after wearing these diapers for several months, she was still amazed at their capacity. They were huge. Monstrous. Godzilla diapers. So thick it was like wearing a pillow. The wide, bulky crotch forced her pudgy thighs apart, giving her an awkward waddle. They came up nearly up to her sternum. Concealment was huge diaper bulge of a problem. She'd taken to wearing loose, flowing dresses and skirts. The generous cut of the garments helped hide her pudgy rolls and ginormous diaper. The loud noise was something she could never hide. She crinkled everywhere she went. She'd given up trying to conceal it. In a way, the constant rustling reassured her she was protected. Every waddling step mean she was safe from embarrassing leaks. Her pull ups had leaked daily; they just could not keep up with her bladder. Wet pants for the world to see. To jeer at. She'd been the laughing stock of her entire school. The world did not associate her crinkly waddle with diapers or pee right away. Bulky diapers were more discrete than wet pants. Her diapers made her feel secure and confident. A big girl who kept herself dry. She no longer peed in her clothes or on furniture. She shifted on her hard, wooden kitchen chair. Her soggy diaper squished and crinkled as she savored another bite of cake. "Mmmm." She moaned again as the sugary sweetness melted on her tongue.

I was still shaking from fear and rage as Skye led me by the hand away from the petting zoo, the diaper wrapped around my waist crinkling with every step had become so much white noise in my fury and self loathing. Was that lady really going to spank me? Did she think I was some dumb little brat like her son? Okay, I admit it wasn't great what I did to the little jerk, but I deserved a chewing out, not having my ass paddled in public. I kept replaying the incident over and over again in my head, just talking to myself while I followed Skye's gentle lead. My mind was on a personal re-loop of my own personal failure. Why had I let that happen in the first place? I was bigger than her; it shouldn't have been so easy for me to be dragged over her knee. I should have fought back instead of cowering across her lap. And Skye had to save me! That wasn't supposed to have happened! The guy was supposed to save the girl, even if he was the scrawny, slightly geeky type. It worked that way in Back To The Future, anyways. Why couldn't I have gotten an amazing adrenaline boost at my impending danger? Or at least not have been on the verge of tears? Couldn't I at least have wriggled out of that psycho bitch's grasp? "Earth to Gavin," Skye said, patting me gently on the shoulder. "Come in baby, are you there, Gavin?" "Huh?" I cleared the cobwebs out of my head, looking up to Skye. "We're here, honey." "Where?" I looked ahead of me. Fifty feet away were dusty wooden log posts cemented into the ground. Other log beams connected them at the top, middle, and bottom, like life-size linkin logs, to create a broad ring. In the middle of the ring, hard, sandy ground with a red metal pole in the center with a flag with the zoo's logo on it flying from the top. From the main pole, others sprung horizontally creating a kind of like a medieval wheat grinder that turned ever so slowly causing the flag at the top to turn and twist in the wind. Slow tired hoofbeats rang through the morning air. "The Pony Ride?" I said, looking up at Skye. "Oh please, Gavi-kins," Skye begged. "I really want to go for a pony ride." "You really wanted to go to the petting zoo," I reminded her, "but I was the one who ended up feeding the animals and playing." "And you were so cute playing with all the little animals, too." she fluttered her lashes at me. "Okay, fine," she admitted. "I want us to go for a pony ride. Come on," she persisted. "You know you wanna make me happy." Damn it. She had me there. "Fine," I sighed. "Let's get in line." There were at least a few dozen people ahead of us, all of them mothers and their infant children, it looked like. We were the only couple in line. Soon after we lined, up more mothers and their small children lined up behind us, cutting off my escape. I had toddlers to the left of me, infants to the right, and there I was, stuck diapered in the middle with Skye. Skye was right, though, more mothers and their kids were showing up as the day continued. For the most part, the line consisted of toddlers, just barely old enough to walk. They all seemed to be wearing just t-shirts and little safari-print diapers that matched my adult one. There was even a woman with a baby in a stroller near the front of the line. Kid couldn't walk, and mom wanted him to ride a tiny horse. I spotted a few tiny heads poking out amongst the diapered masses in line. They looked to be pre-school age, if I had to guess. The weird part is, they were all diapered, too. Most of them weren't even wearing pants. I'm not one to judge, but at a certain point, you should teach a kid modesty. If you're not potty trained, you're not potty trained, but shouldn't they at least have been wearing shorts? But then I noticed that their diapers matched everyone else's in line. Maybe they had been wearing shorts today, and then they had an accident. An accident just like the one…an accident just like a little kid their age might have. Sometimes little kids had potty accidents. Sometimes big boys and grown-ups did too. That's all, I reassured myself. That's all. As the seconds peeled away into minutes, my throat felt dry. "Hey Skye," I tugged on her shirt a bit. "Do we have anymore of that drink I like?" "You mean the Baby Formula?" Skye asked, her eyes forming little wrinkles as she smiled. "Sure thing, honey. Finish it off. But be careful," she shook her finger at me while she handed me the little container. "That's the last you're getting till lunch, understand?" "Mmmm-hmmm," I agreed as I unscrewed the cap and knocked back the last of the deliciously sweet not-quite-milk. I gulped it down so fast that a few streams of it spilled out the corner of my mouth and ran down my chin. It really was quite good, and it wasn't having the negative reaction I expected due to the heat. It was hot, and yet I didn't feel sick like if I had chugged real milk. If anything I felt refreshed. Maybe this stuff really could compete with Gatorade. "Awww," Skye tickled my chin after I wiped my mouth off with my forearm. "You spilled. We'll have to get you a sippy cup for lunch," she teased me. I jerked back, only slightly annoyed by my hot girlfriend's flirty teasing. She leaned over and gave me a side hug, and I nuzzled her cheek with my short cut dirty blonde hair, languishing in her long luxurious braided hair of many colors. After a few minutes of nuzzling, my stomach gurgled slightly. Gas pressure was building up and I was starting to shift uncomfortably in line. "Something the matter, Gavi-poo" Skye asked me, feeling my squirming. "Nope," I grunted, doing my best to maintain composure. I gentle breeze picked up and kissed me in the face. I was officially downwind, and figured this was the best time to break wind. This was gonna be my best shot, I knew, and so I cut off a slight fart to relieve the pressure. It did the trick, and I relaxed a bit after the gas came out. It turned out the breeze wasn't enough, and I smelled my own pungent aroma as it invaded my nostrils. It wasn't that bad, I suppose, but then again everybody likes their own brand. "Oh, Gavin," Skye turned her nose up, a look of slight revulsion crossing her face. "Did you…?" she let the thought trail off. "Did I what?" I did my best to act innocent. There were enough people here, it's not like I was the only suspect. Skye wasn't buying it. I felt her hand on the small of my back, and the waistband of my…of the diaper I was wearing get pulled back. I saw Skye bend twist a little bit to get a peek at my backside. "Just a toot," Skye confirmed, before letting the waistband fall back into place. "What was that?" I asked, incredulously. "Just checking out your cute little tushie," Skye grinned, "Like I said, It's just cute." She gave me a little peck on the cheek. "Oh that's a good point," the woman in line immediately behind us said. She was a black woman in her thirties wearing a plain t-shirt and jeans. "Come here, Little Bit." She bent over her son, who was maybe one and a half and pulled back the waistband of his diaper and took a look inside. Her toddler son, "Little Bit", just smiled bashfully and stuck his fingers in his mouth, his eyes twinkling with wonder looking at me. "All clean," the woman pronounced, "….for now," she gave a playful look to the toddler beside her. Her son giggled at that, looking back up with complete loving affection for his mommy. "Oooooh," Skye cooed at the little boy, still chewing on his fingers. "Your little guy is sooooo cute." she complimented the mother behind us. "So's yours," the woman nodded in my direction. My mouth felt dry all of a sudden, and I took a step behind sky, ducking slightly behind her. "He's a bit shy, isn't he?" "Oh, Gavi-poo is always shy around strangers." Skye replied. "If I hadn't asked him out on our first date, I don't think we would have had a first date." Both women had a good laugh at that. I shrank down a little more. This was so embarrassing! Couldn't Skye keep anything private? "Your boy there seems happy," Skye commented to the woman behind us. "Oh, he is!" the black woman lit up. "We've been planning this for months." "Oh-Em-Gee," Skye slapped her thigh in excitement. "So have we!" "I kind of got that feeling about you," the other woman nodded in approval. "We're even taking pictures so we can remember this special day for ever and ever." "Oh nooo!" Skye moaned. "I didn't even think about that, and my phone is just the worst for pictures." "Oh, don't worry about it, girl," the lady behind us wove off Skye's distress, "How about I take a picture of our two men together, we swap info and I'll send it to ya?" "That. Would be. Aweseome." Skye grinned while I did my best to appear small and unnoticeable. "Come on Gavi, hold little…little…?" "Kevin," the boy's Mommy told us. "Come hold little Kevin's hand and let's get us a picture," Skye told me. "Do we…do we have to," I stuttered, nervously. I didn't want photo evidence that I wore disposable underpants today, yet alone ones that matched with an actual baby diaper. "Come on, baby," Skye leaned up close to me. "Don't you wanna be a big boy, and help the baby hold still in the picture?" I did. I did want to be a big boy. Yeah. I could do that. Sure. I might not be able to fend off a mad woman from trying to spank me, but I can at least help a little baby take a picture for his mommy. "Okay," I licked my chapped lips. "Let's do this." "Oh Gavi, you are really the best," Skye hugged me and showered my cheek with half a dozen quick kisses. "Okay, now Kevin," Kevin's mother instructed while reaching into her purse to pull out a tablet. "I want you to hold Gavin's hand like a good boy, okay Little Bit?" Kevin's mother shooed him closer to me. Kevin took his fingers out of his mouth, and offered them up to me to take hold, a mischievous smile on his lips. The little bugger knew that what he was doing was gross. But after messing with that one little brat at the petting zoo, I was in no mood to find out what this new woman would do to me if I somehow made her kid cry. Gingerly, I grabbed the boy's slimy, saliva soaked digits and turned to face Skye and Kevin's mom. Skye was right behind Kevin's mom, making trying to make goofy, funny faces at us so the baby would laugh. She'd bug out her eyes, and stick out her tongue, and the switch to puffing out her cheeks suddenly before yanking on her ears. "Say cheeese!" we were prompted. "Cheeee-ha!" I giggled as Skye pushed her nose up against her face so she'd look like a piggy and then start picking her nose. Okay. Okay. That one got me, I had to admit. "This look good to you?" Kevin's mom said pointing to the picture hidden behind the tablet. "Perfect," Skye gave a satisfied nod. "Now just send it here, when you have the time, please." She began poking and punching in her email and contact information. "And here's my phone number if you ever want to meet up." "Why, thank you," Kevin's mom smiled. "That would be delightful." Kevin let go of my hand, and I reflexively wiped his drool off on my increasingly stained t-shirt. "What was that?" I asked Skye when she came back to me "Just networking," Skye said coyly. "Never hurts to make new friends, does it?" I shrugged, indifferently. I just wanted this to be over. As we got closer and I could actually count the horses, I counted only six ponies. And I had time enough to count the length of the ride. Not counting loading and unloading, which had to be done one pony at a time, the ride around in the little circle lasted close to two minutes each time. Every child here needed personal supervision getting on and off the horses. No wonder this was taking so long. When we got nearer to the front, I started feeling uncomfortable again. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but something in my crotch felt like it was starting to ache a little bit. What could that be? Maybe I was just getting antsy to get this ride over with: Based on the position of the sun, and the average ride time, we'd been waiting in line for at least half an hour. What grown man in his right mind waited thirty minutes to ride a pony? But I was with Skye. I was never fully in my right mind when I was with her. "Gavi-poo," Skye whispered to me, "You're fidgeting. Is everything okay?" "Yeah, just…restless, that's all." I whispered back. "Are you suuuure?" she asked me, slowly, making sure to draw out the "sure". "You look like you might need to go potty. Do you need to go potty?" "No!" I stiffened up, feeling a bit awkward and embarrassed at my own girlfriend asking me if I had to go pee. Of course I'd know when I needed to go pee-pee! "Okay," Skye answered me, her voice tinged with doubt. "But if you need to go potty, it's okay to ask me. We can always get out of line and go potty and start over at the back. I won't mind." BACK OF THE LINE?! I looked back over my shoulder, behind us. There were even more mothers and their young children behind us than before. The line looked like it stretched and wound all the way back to the petting zoo, now. There was no way I was going to leave and go potty and then have to go back to the end of this stupid line. "No," I shook my head, "I'm good." I counted the ponies and the people in front of us. Assuming that none of the mothers rode- and why would they?- there would be enough ponies for both me and Skye to ride and get this thing over with. Or even better, a thought occurred to me, maybe we could ride together. The same warm, tingly, fuzzy feeling from before came over me as I imagined Skye and I sharing a saddle together. I'd be in front, of course, and Skye would ride behind me, so close she'd practically be grinding up against me, with her arms wrapped tightly around my waist. Maybe, a part of me wished, she'd even get a little naughty and sneak little gropes at my junk as the pony trudged around on it's never ending loop. That wouldn't be bad. That wouldn't be so bad at all. Suddenly, I wasn't so uncomfortable, anymore, and I stopped fidgeting. I just kept picturing the delightfully pervy image in my head, again and again and again. Blood began to rush away from my face for a change and head down below. A warm, wet, heat invaded my pants as I dreamily smiled at nothing but the images in my head. Was the promised aphrodisiac of the Baby Formula finally kicking in? An inner heat, the heat of passion, I realized was very quickly becoming outer heat, especially in my pants. What I erotically attributed as a fire in my loins persisted and spread past my penis into my testicals, splashing -splashing?- off the front of my pants and flowing down to my testicular region. The majority of my of my man parts felt warm and wet; almost like a nice spongebath. Then, much too late, it occurred to me that I wasn't wearing any pants. Horrified, I stared down at my crotch. I was wetting! I was wetting! I was wet! How the hell had that happened? I froze, quietly panting as recent history repeated itself. I scrunched my eyes shut, waiting for the urine to start flowing down my thighs and begin puddling at my ankles, just as before; waiting for the inevitable gasps and then uncomfortable laughter to follow. I waited for a three second eternity in the blackness behind my eyelids. I waited. And waited. And waited. Nothing. The thirsty padding around my crotch soaked up my pee-pee accident, drank it into itself, and the leakguards around my inner thighs blocked any of the stuff trying to escape before the padding could do its job. It turns out, that wetting your diaper was almost nothing like pissing your pants. "Gavi-kins?" Skye broke in, "it's our turn next, honey bunny. Is something the matter?" I took a quick glance down at my heavily padded crotch. There was some minor discoloration, yes, but nothing too noticeable unless you knew to look. Most of the diaper was covered with cartoon zoo animals, helping obscure what I had just done to myself. It was almost as if they were smiling at me as a way to reassure me…not mock me. 'Don't worry Gavin. We've got you covered!' "No," I smiled and sighed with a tinge of nervous relief. "Nothing's the matter at all." "Oh, Gavin, my silly billy baby boy," Skye kissed me on the forehead, for some reason. The wooden gate to the little corral opened up, and Skye and I walked in behind the little families in front of us. The lady opening and closing the gate waved in Skye's new friend and her baby behind us. Hmmm…maybe Skye and I were going to be riding one horse together. The animal musk kicked up a bit as we got closer to the ponies, but before we got too close, a man stepped in front of me, blocking my path. He was tall, at least a head above even Skye in her heels. He had silvery gray hair and a big 'fuck-off' mustache that started at his upper lip and ended below his clean shaven jaw. His eyes were equally gray and he had bushy eyebrows to match. He looked like he could have been the Marlboro man, with one exception: Below his leather cowboy hat, shading his eyes from the morning sun, beneath his button shirt and rawhide jacket, and above his worn in cowboy boots, complete with spurs, the dude had no pants on. Instead, like every other male employee in the zoo today, he wore a safari print adult baby diaper; and he wore it with confidence. "Now just hold on a minute thar pardner," he bellowed in a thick Texas accent. "Let ol' Tex set ya up." I stopped dead in my tracks, gaping in awe. With a long full wave of his arm he beckoned us follow him to a little piebald pony in the back. It was Skye that nudged me forward and my legs obeyed. The whole every-guy-was-diapered-thing was starting to nag at me, and the waddling cowboy seemed like as good a guy to ask as any. "Excuse me," I mumbled while we closed the distance to him as he busied himself checking the pony's saddle straps. He made no sign that he had heard me. "Excuse me," I repeated, a little louder this time. He lifted his head and looked at me. "Yeah?" he asked. "Umm…" I hesitated, "I was wondering…why is every dude that works here wearing a diaper?" I gestured to our dia…to the diapers we were wearing, to make my point. He looked down at his padded crotch, and then to mine. He let out a low, almost bitter chuckle. "You wanna know why I'm wearing a diaper?" the cowboy straight out of a western, minus the padding, asked me. I nodded, awestruck at how powerful he seemed instead of ridiculous. If someone wrote an adult baby story about someone like him, I'd totally have read it…for comedic relief purposes…and never leave a comment to let the author know I'd read it. "Boy, when you've seen half the stuff that I've seen in my life, wearing a diaper ain't jack shi-…" he must have caught Skye giving him a disapproving glare, "-ain't nothin'. Beg yer pardon, Ma'am. Point is," he looked back to me, "you play the hand yer dealt, kid." I nodded. Guy needed a paycheck. Made sense enough. "Can my girlfriend ride with me?" I jerked a thumb back in Skye's direction. The old cowboy's eyes squinted at me, like he was trying to read my lips or something; like he couldn't quite get the gist of what I was asking. "You want her to ride with ya?" he repeated my question back at me. "Yeah," I nodded my head. "Y'know…we're kind of on a date. Help a guy out," I added. The old man stuck his lip out like he was trying to figure what to say. Then, very slowly, but with an air of finality, he shook his head. "No can do, lil' buddy," Tex declared. "Won't work." he jerked his own thumb at the pony behind him. "Saddle's not made for two." I leaned sideways and looked past him. The saddle that the piebald pony wore wasn't an ordinary saddle. It had a high backing that you could lean against, with two leather straps, like a belt that hemmed the rider in. It was a saddle meant for kids too young to actually ride! "'Sides," the old man added, "Lady's gotta skirt on and we don't got no side saddle, and I'm bettin' at least one of you doesn't want everybody hear to know whether she's wearin' panties or not.". "Ah!" Skye's jaw dropped and she blushed a little bit. "You old perv!" she slapped him on the shoulder. Skye wasn't mad. Not really. I should have been mad for her or at her, I knew, but I couldn't stir the outrage in myself just then. Old dude was funny. "You joke about how I'm dressed?" Skye laughed incredulously. "You're a grown man wearing a diaper!" I spun around, my lip beginning to tremble, my throat getting tighter in milliseconds. Skye thought I looked ridiculous. She was mocking me. This was all just one big practical joke to her. My knees got weak, and my whole body started to shake. My eyes darted, looking for a place to run away…maybe jump the fence and just dash for the entrance. Undoubtedly Skye would find me in the parking lot, crumpled into a ball on the hood of her car. She had the keys, and I had no money for a cab…not that I'd want anyone to see me like this. She caught a glimpse of me, and immediately her face contorted with regret. She'd hurt me, and she knew it. I felt a big heavy hand land on my shoulder. It was the cowboy. "Honey," his baritone rang out. "I reckon there's more material wrapped around my bum than you've got wrapped around your whole body. If anything, me and him are fine. You're underdressed." Skye stood there for a tense second…then laughed her ass off. "Damn it, heh, heh," she gasped out. "You got me there old timer, heh heh." All the tension went up into the air, mine included. Then she walked to me and kissed me on the nose. "Come on Gavin, ride for me, I'll help you in.", there was a decent thwap as she playfully slapped my plastic encased rear. "Go on and help someone else," she called back to the old man. "I've got this." "You can walk beside yer boy, like the others, if you want," Tex offered as I put one foot in the saddle. "Ya just can't ride beside him. "Sounds great," Skye called back. I felt her hand on my rump, boosting me up onto the miniature horse's saddle. "Scoot back, baby," she instructed me, placing her hand on my tummy, as I scooted, making smooth plastic rub against worn leather. The small of my back touched the high barrier of the saddle. "Hold still, Gavi-kins, lemme buckle you in," Skye grabbed ahold of the belt straps and pulled them taut, just above the diaper I was wearing. "Safety first." I wanted to object at first, and was working on complaining that once again, this is not what she had promised me when I had agreed, but I had to admit, it was kind of neat. With the special backing in the saddle, and me buckled in, my head finally a bit taller than Skye's- if not by much- it felt a little bit what I imagined sitting in a highchair would be like…not that I thought sitting in a highchair would be neat. The old cowboy running the ride made one last quick circle around the ponies, giving each kid's saddle, mine included, a final check to make sure they were properly strapped in and secured. "Hyah!" he shouted, as on command the horses started moseying along in a wide circle. I bit my lip, waiting for pointing children and stares that didn't come as my grown ass self was paraded around in a circle with a bunch of rugrats. I stuck out like a sore thumb on that ride, but no one seemed to care one way or another. As I circled around to the entrance gate, all I saw was more mothers and their tots waiting for their turns. No one gave me even a hint of side-eye. Maybe this place really was for the young and the young at heart. "WEEEEEEEEEE!" A high pitched voice from the horse behind us giggled and screamed. I tried to look over my shoulder, but the straps holding me on the miniature mare stopped me from being able to turn enough. "That's right, Little Bit," the mother who had been in line with us praised her baby boy, "have fun with it!" "That's good advice, Gavi-poo," Skye, walking along at a leisurely pace beside me said. "Just have some fun, baby." "I'mmmmm more of a drink it all in kind of guy," I told Skye. It was bad enough that I was the lone jackass riding a kiddie ride at the zoo. I didn't want to be the lone jackass acting like a toddler. My day was lacking in dignity enough as it was. "Then drink it all in, Gavi," she teased me, rubbing my thigh with her soft, smooth hands. "Drink it allll in." Playfully she brushed the leg gathers of the diaper as she rubbed my inner thigh. Now this; this was nice.

“But first, we gotta drop in on the old battle axe. The Ladies’ Society is having afternoon tea. She won’t refuse in front of all those biddies.” Lili smiled her Cheshire cat smile. Cameron stared at the upscale cafe, The Queen’s Corner, as Lili led him inside. The logo had a crown on top of a teacup. Inside, vases with fresh roses sat on each table and false chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Flameless candles provided ambient lighting. It was the sort of place the upper crust of Mapleton, like Beatrice and her ilk, flocked to. He looked around and wrinkled his nose at the ornamental gaudiness of it all. Catching the gaze of some of Grandma Beatrice’s acquaintances, he immediately dropped his gaze to the tiled floor. Lili led him through the cafe to the indoor rose garden inside the greenhouse. Flowers bloomed all around, carefully tended roses of all varieties. The small cafe tables had been pushed together to form one long one for the Society’s meeting. The ladies, chic in their casual-rich attire, chatted over steaming cups of tea and dainty finger sandwiches. All hushed voices stopped at Lili and Cameron’s appearance. Lili never broke her stride. Cameron could feel their scandalized disdain; he looked up and winced at all the shocked faces. How dare anyone interrupt them, especially these two sideshow freaks! Grandma Beatrice’s smile was just as false as Lili’s, her eyes narrowed ever so slightly when she caught her grandson’s eye. Cameron shuddered, cheeks turning pink and dropping his eyes. Grandma was SO pissed.His heart trembled in fear, drowning out his determination. He fought the urge to cringe and blubber how sorry he was for being such a bad, disobedient boy. His diaper grew warm and his hold on Lili’s hand tightened. He peeked back up at his grandma. At the cold disapproval in Beatrice’s eyes, he stumbled. Lili caught him then urged him forward with a gentle tug. He hid behind her, the crinkle of his diaper filling his ears. “Good afternoon, ladies. I see tea is going ever so well.” Lili dipped her head in a regal nod to Jill and Beatrice’s cronies and sycophants. A few women nodded; most just gawked, put at ease by Lili’s appropriate, normal appearance. In those preppy clothes, she was a dead ringer for Priscilla. Only the spiked piercings under her lower lip and the trembling, overgrown baby behind her ruined the illusion of her being a proper young upper crust woman. “Liliana.” Jill sat poker straight at the head of the table like a queen ruling over her court. Beatrice sat at her right hand like a loyal retainer. Jill’s voice was ice cold. A wardrobe change wasn’t enough to thaw her heart. Her hard eyes silently demanded ‘what the hell are you doing here? Why are you trespassing on my territory? What are you up to?’ Lili strolled right up to Grandma Jill and kissed her cheek. Jill stiffened, barely suppressing the urge to cringe away. “So, Grandmother dear. Miss Beatrice.” Lili’s eyes flicked to each old woman in turn. “One of the students in Cameron’s class is having a sleepover. Cameron here wasn’t invited. He feels left out. We can’t have that, yeah? So, I figured he could have a sleep over at my place. And we’ll have more fun than those mean babies. Whaddya say?” Cameron’s eyes widened. Did she make that up on the spot? Her lie was so smooth, so earnest, he almost fell for it. One of the rules of the Regression Therapy Room at school was everyone got invited to parties, or the invites were not allowed to be handed out at school. Most of Cameron’s out of school social life before Lili had consisted of childish birthday parties for his regressed peers. Beatrice threw him a birthday party each year only so she’d look good to the rest of Mapleton society; she just hired a party planner to take care of it all. Jill and Beatrice appeared stunned at the request. Beatrice automatically looked to Jill, deferring to her. In private, she surely would have said no then berated Lili for taking Cameron out of his nursery. Jill pursed her lips, deciding upon the most socially tactful way of voicing her disapproval. Lili’s smile stretched into a picture of angelic innocence. “You know what a good job I do helping out with dear Prissy. Cameron and I are just gonna watch some Sesame Street, play some board games. Maybe Candy Land, it’s his favorite. You won’t even know we’re there.” Jill glanced at the ladies around her. She had an image to keep up, so she returned Lili’s smile. “Of course, sweetheart. What a splendid idea. What do you think, Beatrice dear?” “Of course, of course. Splendid idea, indeed.” Beatrice echoed. Cameron cringed at that syrupy sweet tone. His diaper crinkled loudly as he shuffled behind Lili. Grandma was so very angry at him; he’d be paying for this later. “Wonderful! Thank you ever so much.” Lili gushed with false enthusiasm. She darted in, quickly pecking Jill’s cheek with another kiss then did the same to Beatrice. Both old women jumped and scowled their displeasure before remembering they were in polite company and had appearances to keep up. They stretched their lips into strained smiles. Lili’s responding smile was genuine; she took pleasure in their discomfort. Cameron bit his lip, smiling softly. He’d always admired her ability to get under the skin of authority figures. With that, Lili turned and strolled out with Cameron waddling and crinkling along behind her. As he toddled along, he felt his diaper grow warm as he peed himself. The relatively dry padding whisked the wetness away. ********************************* “A sleepover? Lili, what are we doing?” Cameron sat on Lili’s bed, looking around her bedroom. All the pink frills and pastel lace was more Prissy’s spoiled princess style than Liliana’s gothic purple and black. With Lili, he expected her bedroom to be dark, with skulls everywhere. Maybe some candles that dripped blood-red wax. Posters of bands with crazy hair, gothic makeup, tattoos and piercings instead of cheerful, peppy boy bands. “We’re getting you out of Beatrice’s clutches and buying some time.” Lili’s voice floated out of her huge, walk-in closet. “Oh. Okay.” Cameron popped a yellow pacifier into his mouth. He knew he needed to be a big boy, but he still felt like such a baby inside. It was easier to act like a big boy when he wasn’t cowering in fear of his grandma. Sucking a pacifier was a deeply ingrained habit; he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to break it. The sucking motion soothed him as much as the thick padding around his privates did. While he waited for Lili, he glanced around the room. A sparkly rhinestone encrusted photo frame sat on the bedside table; a picture of Max and Prissy in their football and cheerleading uniforms. Someone had vandalized the photo with a Sharpie, drawing devil horns and a goatee on Prissy’s smiling face while Max had a Hitler moustache and a penis hanging off his chin. Cameron giggled at the immature graffiti. He almost reached for the photo but checked himself just in time. Good boys didn’t touch things that didn’t belong to them. Not that Lili would care; she was most likely the culprit who defaced it. He flopped onto his belly with a crinkle. Warm pee flowed over his crotch as he stared at the closet, waiting for Lili to emerge. Thinking of Prissy made him shudder in old fear, but that paled in comparison to the terror he felt about grandma sending him away and his father returning home. In face of that bleak future, he didn’t fear Prissy as much as he used to. If he was going to succeed at being a big boy again, he’d have to face his normal peers at school once more. He shivered at the thought. But this time would be different; he had Lili. He knew she’d protect him. Lili soon emerged from the closet, pushing a big cardboard box. Cameron scrunched his face up in silent question; Lili just grinned. “Come here, Cam-Cam. We’re gonna make you a big boy, yeah? We’re gonna show ‘em you’re ready to ditch babyhood. So you need big boy clothes. Time to ditch the baby duds.” She opened the box, revealing dark clothing. Her old clothes. Her cheshire cat grin stretched from ear to ear as she tore through the box while Cameron watched her with wide eyes. She played dress up with him. He was soft and pliant, a living baby doll as she put outfit after outfit on him. He eyed the closed bedroom door, worried someone would come in as her hands stripped away protective layers of clothing. Stripped away his babyhood. He stood naked except for his gargantuan diaper. He sucked his paci and poked the happy teddy bears on his diaper’s front panel, doing his best to ignore, to block out the fact that his burn scars were exposed for all the world to see. Anyone who walked in that door would see his ugly scars. He felt so vulnerable. Lili assured him she’d locked the door, but he was still terrified of being seen. She placated him with little kisses to his cheeks, to the tip of his nose, his forehead. Once she selected the first outfit, she hooked her finger through his pacifier ring. Panic flashed. He wasn’t ready for this. He was still just a baby. But if he didn’t do this, he’d be sent all the way back to babyhood. Permanently. No more big boy thoughts. No more Lili. he shuddered and bit back a whimper when the nipple popped out of his mouth. “Ah!” He jumped, giggling, as Lili blew a raspberry on his scarred belly, just above his diaper. She cupped his face. Their eyes met, her gaze soft and warm with just a touch of mischief. He shivered, feeling all tingly inside. Her forehead touched his, her nose rubbing his in an Eskimo kiss. Just when he started to relax, she playfully nipped at his nose. Startled, he jerked his head back. She buried her face in his exposed neck then blew a raspberry on his soft skin. He laughed, squirming helplessly in her embrace. “C’mon, baby.” Lili stumbled, realizing that calling him baby was not the best move at the moment. He needed to be a big boy, not her soft, giggly baby. “Cam-cam. Cameron. My big boy with the noisy butt.” He giggled at her confusion. Moments later, he found himself transformed into a gothic baby doll as Lili tried outfit after outfit on him. As a baby, he never had any say in what he wore. He had some clothes he liked better than others, but he’d learned early on his preferences did not matter. Even back when he’d tried being a big boy, being mainstreamed in school the first time, Beatrice still had maids choosing appropriate outfits for him. But he was a big boy now. He didn’t need grandma’s approval. He knew now he was never going to get it no matter what he did. Maybe he could , picking out his own clothes? At least offer his opinion….but he just stood there passively as Lili dressed him. He didn’t want to disappoint her. His baby wardrobe was a rainbow of bright colors. Lili’s wardrobe was black, black, and more black. Most of her clothes were scary. Or too revealing. He shook his head at a particularly gory skull with a bleeding heart in its mouth. He stepped back with a rustle of plastic. “What’s wrong, Cam?” Lili’s brow wrinkled in concern. “I...I…” Polite refusal lodged in his throat. In the end, he couldn’t do it. Couldn’t voice his opinion. “You don’t like it? It’s one of my favorites.” He winced. “S-Sowwies.” He mumbled softly. “Baby. Cameron. You don’t have to like everything I do. You’re allowed to say no. It’s okay. We’ll work on that.” She kissed his forehead then hugged him close. He was comfortable with her seeing his horrid scars. She rubbed his back, fingers ghosting over the swirls, bumps, and ditches of his pink and white, boiled flesh. Her hand drifted down to the smooth plastic of his diaper, rubbing his heavily padded bottom. Instead of flat padding slightly swollen with pee, her palm passed over mushy lumps. She stilled. “Cameron. Baby. How’s your diapee?” Cameron frowned at her sugary-sweet, talking to a toddler tone. He was supposed to be a big boy. He shifted, focusing on how inside his diaper felt. It was a feeling he was used to ignoring. “Um…” He scrunched his nose up as he concentrated. His crotch was warm and dmap. He’d peed and his diaper was wet, but not wet enough to the point where he normally noticed he was wet. The back of his diaper clung to his cheeks, which slid together like they were covered in mushy mud. He’d pooped himself. When? He’d never even felt the seat of his diaper filling up. “I poopied?” “Good boy!” Lili rewarded him with a sunny, proud smile. “I’ll change your diapee. Diaper. Change your diaper after we get you changed.” He nodded his head, then let Lili finish dressing him.

The only caveat I'd add is to also check out the job market for whatever you wanna go for. It's always good to love your job, but you also wanna make sure you could get a job in your field.

This is what one of my friends did. A company is paying for her medical degree; in return, she's signed a contract that says after graduation, she has to work for them for a number of years.

I showed and hinted with context clues what was going on, but the straight up answer is: magic. Christmas magic. Azrael is a Christmas Spirit, so is Nicky. Nicky is the grandson of Santa Claus; Azrael is a Dark Spirit, from the Krampus bloodline. As such, Az has a lot of magical power. She did more than just remove Reila's teeth; she turned Reila into a big baby. Humans will all see Reila as a baby. Sonja thinks Reila really is a baby, which, along with Az's spell, is why she's acting so different. One thing I'd like to point out, is the ending of the last section: Uschi's smile and wink is a sly nod that she knows more than she is letting on. Like she can see Reila as an adult baby. There's a reason for that, but I haven't revealed it yet in the story, so I don't wanna give the fun away. Thank you for commenting, I'm always happy to clear up any questions/ comments/ etc.

When I first started with 24/7 stints and wearing out of the house a lot, I used pull ups . For a long time, Abriflex Level 3 pull ups were my go-to padded day wear, with diapers at night. for a pull up, they're absorbent, so I didn't have to worry about changing after just one little wetting. I found they were comparable with the thinner/ cheaper cloth backed diapers. From the pull ups, I experimented with thin, cloth backed disposables. Being a diaper, I thought the cheaper brands would be discrete + more absorbent than a pull up, but I ended up always going back to the Abena. For longer day trips, I ended up having to change in public restrooms. I also had a few leaks (yay for black pants, great at hiding leaks!) After running out of daytime diapers/ pull ups a few times and only having night time diapers- things like Dry 24/7s- I wore those out during the day for long shopping/ running around trips. I was a little paranoid the first few times, but I also loved being able to run around all day not having to worry about my diaper leaking or changing my diapers in a public bathroom. Now my go-to day diapers are the Dry 24/7s, Rearz Inspire+Incontrol, and ABU Simple Ultra.

Those Cloudee diapers are ADORABLE!!!!!?? I placed my order, can't wait to try 'em.

In a scene, you never know what emotions might pop up and surprise you. Safeword is there to give both participants an emergency out, which is why most people experienced IRL RP/ scenes, etc generally recommend a safeword. If you really don't want one, that's your call. However, before you start the scene, you two should both talk it out- what do each of you want, both physically, mentally, and emotionally out of this 24/7 scene? If you're afraid you'll second guess yourself and chicken out, talk to your partner about it. At the very least, tell her the signs/ symptoms you show when you're feeling overwhelmed, etc, and give her the power/permission to cut off the scene for you if she thinks you're being pushed too far/ got into an emotional area that's just too much/ overwhelming. The key to making scenes go well: communication, communication, communication. On both sides- it's a two way street.

Thank you for the comment. Chloe is nineteen- it was mentioned once in the first part. Chloe, Liz, and June are all in university, and they're all over age 18. Jesse is 19, same age as Chloe, so he did get married young (18). Young but perfectly legal.

The 24/7s is one of my favorite, go-to everyday diapers.

Sorry for the loss of your friend. It sounds like you have a lot of special memories of him to cherish.

We all make mistakes. The main thing is to learn and grow from them. It's good you realized what you did was wrong, and it's also good that you apologized for it. I'd say a good next step would be to work on not texting whilst drunk, when inhibitions are lowered. Not just for bothering the ladies, but for your own protection as well. Especially in this day and age of the internet. So far, it sounds like you've gotten lucky, since it seems like the girl is willing to forgive and forget. I'm glad the incident seems done and dusted for both you and her. I hope it hasn't damaged your relationship too much and you can both move on from this. I recommend taking things slow, giving her all the space and time she needs, let her set the pace and tone for any future interactions. Let her decide how close or distant she needs to be. This scenario, frighteningly enough, could easily have gone another way. Another person might not have been so understanding; in the hands of someone who got very upset/hurt/felt very violated and wanted retaliation, a text like that is like a loaded stick of dynamite. It could easily be used to out you and make your life hell. There's the Court of Law, which according to you, your actions were not illegal where you're at, so you shouldn't have anything to worry about there. Then there's the proverbial Court of Public Opinion. I say this as a precaution. You never know what the future holds; an incident like this could have had a very negative outcome and unintentionally blew up. Again, I'm glad it did not end that way for either of you.

That they did, then they tried to burn the forest down. ?

I haven't been keeping up with reading stories on this site, so I can't say what the current trend is. But I echo writing your own story, that way you can have things happen exactly as you want. Plus, it's fun. Like many other posters already said about their own stories, none of my dominant characters end up in diapers. My stories with dominant characters: Winter's Kiss, Bad Seed, Bad Moon Rising, A Naughty Christmas, Witch's Brew, The Man in the Gray Suit, Kokoro, Tricky Treats Pumpkin Patch, and Of Leopards and Their Spots (wrote that one with Personalias).

I remember this story! Good stuff, especially the twist ending. I enjoyed it on the other forum, too, along with the comments from other readers. ?

I'm echoing Mamabug' advice. Focus on grammar and sentence structure. It will help your story be more coherent. That will help readers understand what's happening in the story, and it will let them enjoy your story more.

Quoted for truth. Took the words right out of my mouth. ?

I was six. The joy of having older cousins. ?