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  1. Never Have I Ever Chapter 5 – To the Store I ended up cleaning the crumbs off the bed anyway. I wanted to wash the sheets and pillow cases, so it was six to one half a dozen to the other! Dumping everything in the washer, I left the laundry room skipping to our living room. I plopped down on the couch puffing air into my cheeks. My bangs fluttered against my forehead while I exhaled loudly. I’d left my nightgown/t-shirt on and simply added a mid-length denim skirt. My outfit consisted of two kitty related items, a denim skirt that just peaked out below my top, and my long-ish shirt that only left a few inches of the denim visible. I felt pretty fucking cute. I looked like a twenty-one year old sensible woman who was trying to look like a fourteen year old girl. One who was holding on to her childhood a little too tightly! I suppose in some ways I was. I giggled behind my hand and reached over to the arm of the couch for the remote. I could hear a faint crinkle from my diaper as I shifted my weight from one hip to the other. The sound made my soul smile. I surfed around o the TV running the channels until I found the new Spider-man cartoon on one of the Cartoon Network channels. I crossed my legs sitting Indian style waiting on Shawn. I was completely totally comfortable. I put my thumb in my mouth and let a little urine loose in my diaper. “Damn Girl. Earth to Sammy!” Shawn said waving his hand in front of my face. “Huh?” I looked at him confused, but not pulling my thumb from my mouth. “Babe, I’ve been calling your name for a few minutes. Space out on me did ya?” He asked rhetorically. “Sorry hon. Did you know they made a new Spider-man? It’s The Ultimate Spider-man er something like that. It’s pretty cool.” I told him keeping my eyes on the TV slurring my words around my thumb. “Well, I’ve been trying to get you to leave for like five minutes Sammy. Are you ready to go?” He asked me. “I mean… Yeah… I guess…” I hedged. “Shit. Sam how much time is left on your show?” Shawn sighed figuring out my reluctance instantly. I paused the TV, “Uh… Says five minutes, but we can go now. I don’t even know what season this is.” Shawn threw a hand to me and helped me up. I heard the crinkle of the diaper as I stood. It still sounds amazing! Wonder if he could hear it. I thought standing up and peeing a bit more. Forgot how leaky I get after wearing these things for a while straight. I laughed at that. Shawn just looked at me like I was crazy for laughing at myself. “Did you hear me getup?” I asked. “You’re not that old Sammy.” He barbed thinking I was talking about creaking joints. “I know! GAH! I meant, did you hear my diaper when I got up?” I asked him slapping at his arm. “Nope. TVs on, but it’s not too loud. Get up and down a few times. Let me see if I can hear you when I’m trying too.” He instructed. I sat down and got back up three times clearing hearing myself each time. The TV was only on like setting twenty-two of fifty. It wasn’t very loud. It didn’t really do anything to drown out the diaper crinkle, at least for me. “Nope, I was focusing and didn’t hear it. Guess you just have ‘tuned in’ ears.” He laughed. “Guess so. Where are we going? Want me to drive?” I asked getting my purse. “No! You know I hate you driving that thing! Gets like negative gas mileage.” Shawn laughs. “Hey be nice to Big Red. He can kick your car’s ass!” I defended my 2002 F150. “He gets every bit of fourteen miles to the gallon on the highway and eleven in the city!” “IT”S NOT A CAR!” Shawn whined at the top of his lungs falling back on his old argument. I ticked off points on my fingers, “All right little boy… Four Doors, Hatchback, No truck bed, Seats 24.3 clowns… TOTALLY a car!” I teased falling back on my own old argument. “Well, my manly car gets twenty-three miles to the gallon!” He laughed taking my arm and dragging me toward his parking spot. “Your grocery wagon can get us around town like a dollar cheaper, but I have a bigger gas tank! Less stopping! I win. Trucks rule!” I giggle as he opens the passenger side of his car for me. “What?” I turned and kissed his cheek, “I don’t get to drive?” Then I busted up cackling while he walked around and got in the C.A.R. In a long suffering voice Shawn replied, “Hell no you don’t get to drive my truck. I like my fender dent free!” I changed his radio to the pop hits channel in retaliation. “Low blow man.” I said in a deep voice, “Who’d Al call when he bought that sofa?” “Who?” “Me. Well, me and asked me to drive your truck. You’re about as useful as paper in a pool for moving.” Shawn threw back. “Lord, on fire today aren’t you. You stay up all night getting this conversation prepped?” I asked him teasing. I was used to the upper hand in our verbal sparring. “You just sit quiet, look pretty, and don’t worry about anything! Even the potty.” He told me with a sexy growl in his voice. “OK.” I shuddered flushed with the excitement rolling through my body. Shawn reached over and ran his hand up the inside of my leg. I grabbed his arm and tugged his hand toward my diapered lady bits. Spreading my legs, Shawn traced the gathers on the baby diaper and then pinched around my exposed undergarment. He looked over and smiled. “Sammy, you’re already wet!” He said in fake exasperation. “Shaaawwwnnn!” I whined. “I just sort of just go when I’m wearing. It’s like I’m potty trained to use em.” I nodded. “Potty trained to use diapers? That’s a new one, but it’s ok Sammy. I told you I’d change you if you needed it and I meant it.” He said adjusting his crotch and headed toward town. “Shit!” I said suddenly a few blocks down the road. “What babe?” “I don’t have any more.” I said softly. “It’s ok Sam. Our first stop will take care of that.” He said. “Where are we going?” I asked for the millionth time. “Wal-mart first. Then maybe breakfast or lunch or something. After that, I don’t know. I kinda wanted to buy my little Sammy something special today. Maybe a movie later if there is anything playing that we give a shit about. Hell, we may even swing by my sister’s place. We never really go anywhere anymore. I’m usually so tired.” He admitted. “I miss my niece.” “You’re not tired today?” I asked my thumb slipping into my mouth. Shit. I don’t think I want to be every-fucking-where today. This diaper sure won’t last. Lana will freak if she catches me. “Somebody rode me hard and put me up wet last night. I slept like a baby.” He laughed at his pun. “One of us did.” I countered laughing at my own. “So, is it ok if I ask questions? Or, are we just playing this thing by ear?” He asked seeming to be afraid of hurting my feelings. “I don’t know. I have never really talked about this with anyone. I mean in my head, sure, but not out loud with other living breathing people. I guess it’s OK, but it will feel uncomfortable no matter what.” I told him. “Ok then. I don’t guess I really need to ask anything right now. You just be a good girl for me. K?” He prompted. “Sure hon.” I replied. We hit the Wal-Mart parking lot. Shawn dropped me off at the door like he always does cause he’s all sweet and stuff. Today though, he parked his car and met me inside. “Can you stay awake in here?” I teased him. “Meh, I’ll crawl into the cart if I get too drowsy.” He laughed taking my hand and driving the cart one handed. “Thought the diapered one got to ride the cart mister?” I giggled. He looked at me cocking his head sideways, “You might fit… leg holes would hurt though. Those sexy legs are larger than a two year olds! Let’s go.” I dropped my purse in the cart and tagged along closely as Shawn moved on whatever mission he was on. He is a stay in the car kind of guy. He usually drops me off at the door and naps or reads in the car until I’m ready to go. Then he picks me up a little way from the door and helps me load the car before running the cart back for me. He’s a sweety! He looks up at the signage and reads each one like it’s the first time he’s been in here. He sees whatever he’s looking for and heads off in that direction. Probably is his first time in here four or five months that’s for sure! We are standing in the housewares area looking at the thirteen gallon trashcans. He’s sat three of them up. Each had a foot levered full lid. Shawn closed and opened them all repeatedly. I bit at my pinky nail watching him do whatever the hell he was doing unable to pin point the final goal. I felt a little more pee turn to gel in my diaper. I started nibbling on my pinky nail more than a little concerned with leaking. “We adopting one of these, or you just petting them all?” I finally asked. “Funny Sammy. Just be a good girl and don’t wander off. Here.” He said handing me my phone from my purse. I crossed my toes in my sneakers praying that these diapers held more than I thought they would and watched him set one trashcan back getting a new one down. He finally made a decision and took my hand again. We wandered off down the fragrance aisle. My eyes watered and I kept sniffling back a sneeze. My nose is sensitive! Shawn grabs some talc Fabreeze and a few stick-on time release discs. We circle back around to the bathroom stuff and Shawn looks around for some new bath towels or something. I sort of quit paying attention cause… Candy Crush! Ever notice how much easier it is to pee standing up? Huh guys? Well, it is for me too, and I wet a little again. I crossed my feet back and forth fidgeting and secretly checking my diaper with my thighs. I was getting pretty soggy in those low capacity baby diapers. That OJ is running straight through me! I thought. “Those are pretty!” I said as he threw four rose colored large full-body bath towels and a whole wad of wash cloths into our cart. Shawn just smiled at me while steering across the pathway toward the food section. We were low on a few things, or so I thought. Instead, he threw some poptarts (my morning favorite!) into the cart along with some fruit smiles, goldfish crackers, and the mixed box of name brand chip bags. He was grabbing all my favorite snack foods. He topped it off with a huge box of movie butter popcorn! Yum! Driving through the beverages, Shawn grabbed some green tea for me and a package of the blue coolaid squeeze bottles with the twist off tops. He smiled at me and crossed behind the housewares into the baby stuff. Ah! My man remembers everything! “Uh… I need some baby oil Shawn.” I stuttered. “I know Sammy. I got this. You just do your phone shit.” He patted my arm. There was a mother in the aisle that scowled at Shawn, but she didn’t have her kids with her. He threw a couple things of baby oil in the cart. I laughed. Guess she’s one of those who don’t cuss even when the kids are at home. God, that much oil will last forever. The lady left us alone in the aisle and Shawn moved the cart down in front of all the diapers. He was reading the packages and comparing the prices like a coupon cutting price conscious shopper, he certainly wasn’t. Yeah, that was more my role. Shawn just marches into a store straight to what he’s looking for, finds the right size or manufacturer, and then marches right out to pay for it. Well, when he doesn’t just order it online anyway! “Interesting reading there?” I asked trying to move this along. “Phone.” He grunted at me bending down sort of dismissing me. I stopped playing my game as a mix of emotional buzzing flittered into my head while watching him shop for MY diapers. I could pull off the Goodnites and Size 7 Cruisers, but that was it. I wasn’t a small girl. If my hips weren’t still pretty narrow, I wouldn’t be able to get into those either. Not that they fit wonderfully. I had ass cheek acreage chilling in the air conditioning as it was. “Uh… These aren’t what I normally wear.” I whispered. He picked up a box (A BOX!) of the sevens, “This is what you’re wearing now.” He said that same voice level causing me to die of shame in the middle of the aisle in Wal-Mart. He was totally certain he was right. “Yeah, but. I don’t wear them cept at the house and they don’t hold anything, and they are horribly unflattering.” I pointed out whispering again. “Bull. You look amazing Sammy. Don’t worry about that. I love you just the way you are.” He answered perfectly then blew it all to hell. “Those diapers look amazing on you too.” Again with the room temperature voice. I’m just going to crawl into a hole and die. I thought dramatically. “I usually buy the ones I like online.” I told him at the same level finding a little tiny bit of my backbone. “Well, an internet order isn’t going to do you any good today is it Sammy?” He asked me reasonably. “No.” Was all I got out before he cut me off. “Then, these will do for this weekend right?” He asked throwing the box into the cart. Shawn took my empty hand. The other had found my mouth again for me to chew on my fingernails. I don’t do it often, but had several times already that day. Shawn likes long fingernails. It’s a turn on for him, and it was a good excuse for me to kick my bad habit. I took my hand out of my mouth and scooted closer to Shawn holding his hand with both of mine forcing myself to stop nibbling. We circled the aisle and made our way back toward the main path. I sort of lingered a second or two in front of the pacifiers. “You want one of these Sammy? Good, chewing on your nails is a nasty habit.” He asked me in clear range of three carts of people. I just nodded. Again, Shawn stood there reading all the packages. He flipped several over reading the back and checking sizes until the found a 24 month nuk. It was yellow with a giraffe on it. They aren’t my favorite, but it was the one he picked out for me. A conscientious shopper, my Shawn. My mouth watered looking at it in the cart. I’d never had one before preferring to just suck on my thumb. But, there couldn’t be a cuter image in my head than me sitting on the couch in tall socks watching TV diapered and sucking on a pacifier. My heart warmed along with my diaper covered area. “This will do. Bet I can get you a bigger one online. You can get anything online.” He said walking off. Yep. Anything. I thought and had to jump to catch up to him. I did everything in my power to avoid eye contact with people on the way out of the store. We’d been lucky for a Saturday at Wal-Mart. Normally, I see everyone I know in here. Shawn had waved at a few people, but didn’t stop to talk which was fine with me! We checked out in the self-checkout and headed toward his car together. We loaded the car and Shawn popped open the box of diapers freeing a few from one of the sleeves. Palming four diapers, he walked me to my side of his car and opened my door. I got in and he threw the diapers on my lap and walked around to his side. “Take one, and put the others in the console Sammy. We need an ‘emergency’ stash.” He told me poking his head in from his door. “K. Uh… Where am I going to change?” I asked. “Good question.” He replied starting his car and pulling out of the parking spot. “Well, I’m supposed to do that right?” “Yeah…” “Right, so… Don’t laugh, but I think I know the perfect spot.” He said driving off. I played with my phone and looked at the diaper in my lap. I was sort of in my own world again and not paying attention daydreaming about the crazy turns my life was taking. When the car stopped and Shawn put it in park, I finally looked up to see where we were. “How am I not supposed to laugh!” I giggled. “Well, no one is usually here on a Saturday.” Shawn chuckled. He was right though. The church parking lot was totally empty! I had a good hearty laugh. It felt wrong and right at the same time to get my diaper changed in the church parking lot. I’ve seen countless wet butts swapped out for dry ones coming and going from my truck. “Fine but you sooo have to hurry! Like REALLY freaking fast.” I made him promise with huge puppy dog eyes. “I promise baby, now hop out and come around to my side.” He told me getting out and opening the back door of the car over on his side. I opted to four wheel drive over the console and stayed in the car for my trip to the second row bench seat. “Lay down baby.” I did. “There’s my good girl.” One ‘Good Girl’ and bingo my thumb was back in my mouth. I sighed while he wiped me off and changed my diaper. He took one of our spare Wal-Mart bags and tied up my really critically wet diaper. Come on, it’s not like you don’t have a side door pocket full of Wal-Mart bags! “So I was thinking. Why don’t we crash Lana’s and grab Stacey to go eat with us. She’s old enough to love McDonald’s isn’t she?” He asked. “Your three year old niece will flip her shit if you swing in and take her to McDonald’s.” I told him smiling while I scuttled up to the front passenger seat again. “Let’s do it.” He laughed. “Need me to drive old man?” I teased him. “Don’t worry about me. Sass me too much and it’s the back seat for you missy!” “Fat chance of that! I’ll diaper your ass, put you in the back, and drive your car to get your niece. Then you can pay for lunch while we ladies play in the ball pit! What do you think about dem apples?!” “Well, I’m driving regardless.” He laughed. “Wait, you’d let me diaper you?” I asked. “Don’t know. Let me think about it alright?” “Sure.” I told him with lovely visions of sitting diapered on the couch together holding each other watching a scary movie.
  2. **I think it might even be fun to see Sam get Shawn to experience being diapered at least once.** It will take some time to get to this request, but there’s been more than one convert to padding introduced by a lover! Never Have I Ever Chapter 4 – The morning after “I don’t really use the powder anymore. The news keeps scaring me about ovarian cancer, but I do still use the oil.” I took a breath. “I hadn’t intended to tell you about this skeleton Shawn. I was using them up sparingly. These were to be the last. I was going to give up my diapers up for you.” I told him pulling a pillow from the bed over my face trying to hide behind it. “Don’t worry about me Sammy. I’m a bit drunk and well fucked, but you look fuckablely adorable in your little diaper.” He told me patting my crotch. “I’m gonna crash soon, like super hard. Wake me up if you need a change babe.” Shawn said crawling into our bed. “Shawn, that’s not even a word!” I laughed. “It should be! You are every bit fuckabely adorable. Seems like you need a bigger diaper though… Those are sure cute though huh?” He asked me earnestly trying to break me free of my embarrassment. “Yeah…” I said blushing as I stood. I dragged my toes across each other like a nervous girl wringing her hands. He pulled the covers back moving my pillow up next to his. Shawn patted the bed next to him battling a mighty yawn. His eyes close with a smile on his face falling asleep instantly. I dutifully took up my role as ‘little spoon’ curling up next to him in bed. I wrapped his lower arm under my neck and pulled it across my chest to cuddle with. I shoved the pillow between my legs so my back wouldn’t hurt in the morning preparing for my first diapered night with my love. I sighed in comfort when Shawn’s hard sleeping breathes against my hair picked up. I reached back and smoothed my hair out so it wouldn’t tickle his face. I took a moment and just listened to him. He doesn’t snore exactly, just breathes really loudly. Me, oh I snore! His loud breathing relaxed me so much I was suddenly yawning despite being ridiculously happy. Just moments before I’d have sworn I couldn’t fall asleep for ages, but I was wrong. I feel asleep in my man’s arms diapered for the first time with a partner. Hopefully, he’d be my last partner too! I woke the next morning stiff from staying in the same position for hours. You know, it was those nights where the sleep is really fulfilling, but you pass out and come to hours later in the same spot. I was sore all over. I cracked my eyes open ignoring the sticky feeling my allergies caused. The sun immediately caught my attention and hurt my damn head. Hangovers suck! “Arghhh!!!” I grumbled at the audacity of the sun to shine in my face. How dare the world continue to rotate while I had a splitting headache! I drug a throw pillow across my face and moaned again. I wasn’t ready to face the world and I hadn’t been lucky enough to weather last night’s fun without a blistering headache. I wanted coffee, water, my headache to go away, and to pee all at the same time. I think each item may have had the same priority. I pressed my palms into my eyes threw the little pillow. Shawn grumbled into my hair, “Mhhhm, Morning babe. That bad eh?” “It hurts Shawn!” I mumbled into the throw pillow doing my damnedest to block out that piercing sunlight and hold my brains in my head. “Those fucking birds are using megaphones!” I growled. “No they aren’t Sammy.” Shawn chuckles. “You sure? Sounds like they are shouting and riding freaking jackhammers!” I whined submitting fully to my mood. “This is why I don’t like to drink. When I feel better, it’ll have been worth it. Till then ‘I’ll never drink again’ cause this is fucking retarded.” I vowed. “Of course you will, but probably not until you forget this morning. Last night was amazing.” He told me leaning in to kiss me. “It was amazing. God, my ass is sore.” I giggled wiggling my mood shifting with the memories. “Morning after never makes the pornos either.” Shawn belly laughs. “Pfft, I know it. No way those skinny chicks walk around normal after the pounding you gave me last night. I’ll be a bow legged cow girl all day. Not to mention bitchy cause of the hangover.” I laughed softly. In some respects, it was cool with me that we didn’t address the padded ass in the room with our first breathes of the day. In fact, I didn’t really think about it until I noticed the ache in my ass. I wiggled to see how intense the pain was going to be today, and heard the crinkle and felt the padding drawing my attention to my diaper. I started rolling toward the far end of the bed so I could get up and go to the bathroom to change. Shawn’s hand interrupted my plans. He palmed my diaper covered butt pinching at the material. I smacked at his hand and rolled to sit up. “Where are you going baby?” He asked me. “Well, pee first. Then I need some Excedrin. There’s a marching band doing a warmup in my head. I’ll chase the aspirin based pill with some Ibuprofen in a few hours and stager them until this shit clears. That ought to keep the headache at bay. Well, the meds and all the curtains in the house need to be closed before I woke up!” I huffed. “Well, I can get the curtains, but why are you going to the bathroom? You do use them right?” He asked me confused. “Uh… Yeah?” I asked still working through the fog of my headache and waking up. “Baby, you’re wearing a diaper. I told you that I’d change you. Just go. I mean can you? Are you too big of a little girl to use that one? It is sort of tiny…” He laughed. “No, I mean yes. Er… no. I… Uh… if I go slow, it’ll will be fine. If I let it rip, I’ll make a mess.” I sagged back onto the bed. “Then do your business so we can get breakfast going! I’ll close the blinds and get you some medicine and water Sammy. I’ll be right back.” Shawn told me letting his hand trail down my back before standing. He is an incorrigible morning person… Bleh! Shawn followed through with his offers of hangover mercy closing the blinds and leaving the room. I was left lying on the edge of my side of our bed. It hadn’t been ‘our’ bed for very long at all, just a short four months. The shock of his insistence wore off after Shawn closed our big double window in our bedroom and then sauntered off toward the kitchen. Still, I couldn’t decide how to wet which added to the dream like feel of my situation. Should I stand up, stay lying down, sit back up, squat, toddle off to the bathroom and just let it all go, or what? There were so many different options! I have worn diapers at every opportunity that I could all my life. Sometimes, it was years between tapping myself in padded bliss. Sometimes, it was only moments before I was blissfully re-padded. I have diaper trained myself in the same way I have potty trained myself. I like to think of my potty training as fluid (pun intended). When I’m in panties, it’s a “letting go” situation which is only natural on the potty. If I’m wearing diapers, I have to concentrate to hold it in, especially if I have been wearing for a while in a row. If I’m wearing panties, I’m in full control, but in the bathroom all the time. It wasn’t an awesome trade off! Nothing’s wrong medically, I’ve had that checked. I just don’t have a lot of capacity. He said he’d change me! Oh Muh Gwad! Shit, I’m getting cold. I need socks. My mind continued to flitter from thought to thought. Focus has never been one of my strongest abilities! I got up smiling. I relaxed while I was getting up and a little urine escaped to the freedom of my diaper. I felt the urine puddle and then quickly wick away into the padding. I love that. The thirsty diaper felt dry again swiftly. I did a dorky super happy dance to celebrate the situation. Then I immediately put my hand on the dresser to steady myself. My eyeballs swam around in my head causing my equilibrium to swim with them. When my head cleared, I reached down to the second drawer pulling out a black pair of knee socks with goofy little kitties on them. I wet a bit more as I bent over. I resisted the urge to do another happy diaper dance. I was elated to switch off the controls so to speak. I was still holding back a bit so I didn’t flood the whole diaper, but not much. I fished around in my top drawer selecting an animated kitty shirt. I slid it over my head on the way to the bathroom. It was one of my “night shirts” since it came down to mid-thigh. I let myself pee on the way spurts escaping as I walked. By the time I made it to my bathroom sink, I’d emptied my morning bladder into my diaper. I brushed my teeth and rinsed out my cottonmouth. I pulled my brown hair into a bouncy ponytail and flicked my bangs into shape. Looking in the mirror, I decided that I looked presentable enough. My bikini sized diaper was sagging a silly length down my hips, but hidden by the top. I tried on a few cute looking faces staring at the mirror and then headed back to the bedroom. I know, I’m like friggin four! I toddled back to the bed thinking, Bet I gave myself long enough to safely sit on this thing. I sat down gingerly relishing the feeling of my squishy diaper. I pressed it into my ass and my crotch smiling in bliss. I reached down cupping my flower. I was happy, but had a growing sense of “the other shoe hasn’t dropped.” I don’t win stuff, raffles to freaking hopscotch. Meeting Shawn, staying with him for so long, and moving in with him had been pushing my luck outside its comfort zone. Revealing diapers to him, and him not posting something nasty on Facebook and kicking me out didn’t seem possible. He simply accepted me. It was so huge! I couldn’t get my head around it. I lay back in our bed my head landing on my pillow with a bouncy giggle. I tugged Shawn’s pillow in front of me and smelling it. His pillow smelled like a slightly sweaty Shawn. I loved it, but there is a fine line between yummy slightly sweaty and ewe! I giggled again his smell making a mental note to do the sheets soon. I couldn’t help but imagine what all the little rug-rats in my class would think of Ms. Winn laying here in her childish clothes and infantile underwear. I couldn’t stop myself. I imagined myself in diapers fulltime and how I might accomplish it. Would I want too if I could? Yes, Yes I would! I pondered. My imagination ran down pathways that were entirely unlikely, but completely desired. One path, I was getting married in a diaper under my wedding gown. While staring at Shawn, he would whisper to me asking me if I was wet. I’d nod and we’d laugh. In another, we’d get a puppy. I’d truly emulate the commercial with my man leaning against the table in our kitchenette. He’d smile at us. Zeus would be a chocolate lab who would be all paws and no coordination. He’d slip and slide around our hardwood floors looking for traction. I’d chase him in sock feet laughing my ass off. Shawn would just sit there and smile at our antics. I put my thumb in my mouth and rolled onto my side pulling my covers back up. I closed my eyes against my future dreams and that horrible sunlight. My mind drifted over the past, present, and future thoughts slipping through my brain like phantoms in the wind. “Sammy, Hey Baby. Wake up honey. I wasn’t gone that long!” Shawn laughed. I rolled back over onto my back looking up at the man I loved. “Did I fall asleep?” I asked in disbelief. “Guess so. I wasn’t gone that long though. Hey, I brought you some orange juice! Oh and a couple brown sugar poptarts!” He told me excitedly pulling a TV tray from behind his back. “Tone it down there Lassie. Timmy will be fine for a while, but poptarts and OJ sound amazing.” I reached for the plate with gimme hands. “Not so fast. I got something for you. Did you make something for me?” He asked in a teasing voice. “I brushed my teeth for you!” I giggled lightly. “That’s not what I meant. God, are you oblivious or just having fun dragging it out of me?” He asked with a casual look of seriousness on his face. “No.” I said puzzled. “Fine, guess I’ll just have to check for myself.” Shawn said putting my breakfast-in-bed down on the nightstand. He jumped up onto the bed landing on his hands and knees catapulting me up in the air a good six inches. I flipped over onto my hands and knees too, but the covers didn’t fall off me. Shawn had to pull the covers back in order to check my diaper. “Hold still you wiggly thing.” He laughed while I waggled my ass around. Shawn pulled the hem of my nightgown up over my diapered ass poking and pinching the saturated garment. Satisfied with his discoveries, he grabbed both of my ankles and flipped me over onto my back. He’d sat everything up beside me while I was still asleep, but our roughhousing had knocked my baby oil onto the floor. Shawn laughed again reaching over the edge of the bed for the baby oil. I had a flash of him leaning over the edge of the bed in boxers or shorts with a large diaper underneath. I would be able to see it from his leg holes and peeking over the back of his waistband. The image caused me to giggle. “Soggy butts are funny to you huh Sammy?” Shawn pretended at indignation. “No but a dry one sounds amazing! And, I want my poptarts!” I said flopping onto my back crossing my arms over my chest totally pouting and loving every moment of it. Shawn smacked at my leg getting my attention and pulled me close to the edge of the bed. He made a good effort at changing my diaper. I got cleaned me up and secured in a dry diaper quick enough. I wriggled back up the bed lying against the headboard as Shawn hands me the TV tray. He’d brought my OJ in a metallic sports cup with the pop up lid. “You know these are just really adult sippy cups right?” Shawn teased. “Give that a lot of thought did you oh wise one?” I barbed. “Of course, besides, I’m the adult around here. You better watch yourself missy.” Shawn tried at the authority figure role with only a little success. It was cute and endearing. I appreciated the effort. I wasn’t sure I wanted that from him, but he didn’t push it too far. I don’t think Shawn was that comfortable in the daddy role. Frankly, we both had stressful jobs. We looked forward to getting home and still acting like the twenty somethings we are. “Well, I’m dry and eating breakfast in bed after my ‘Adult’ changed my diaper like a good boy. Fine, if that’s what it means to be the kid around here… sign me up! You can be my ‘Adult’ all you want honey.” I laughed stuffing half a poptart in my mouth sounding like The Cookie Monster. “Long as we both know our roles, I suppose we are good. Throw on a skirt or something and I’ll meet you downstairs after my shower. We’re going out to get you some Sammy sized diapers. Those are all fuckabley adorable and all, but I don’t want to clean up puddles!” He laughed grabbing a pillow. Shawn stood up grabbed a pair of fresh boxers and turn to launch the pillow at me mischievously. He knocked my plat off the TV tray scattering crumbs of poptart on the bed and in my lap. “Shit, sorry Babe. I’ll clean that up later!” He laughed. I must have looked hilarious because I could hear him mutter “Worth it” as he walked away.
  3. Never Have I Ever Original Ending“I don’t really use the powder anymore. The news keeps scaring me about ovarian cancer, but I do still use the oil.” I took a breath. “I hadn’t intended to tell you about this skeleton Shawn. I was using them up sparingly. These were to be the last. I was going to give up my diapers up for you.” I told him pulling a pillow from the bed over my face trying to hide behind it.“Don’t worry about me Sammy. I’m a bit drunk and well fucked, but you look fuckablely adorable in your little diaper.” He told me patting my crotch. “I’m gonna crash soon, like super hard. Wake me up if you need a change babe.” Shawn said crawling into our bed.“Shawn, that’s not even a word!” I laughed.“It should be! You are every bit fuckabely adorable. Seems like you need a bigger diaper though… Those are sure cute though huh?” He asked me earnestly trying to break me free of my embarrassment.“Yeah…” I said blushing as I stood. I dragged my toes across each other like a nervous girl wringing her hands.He pulled the covers back moving my pillow up next to his. Shawn patted the bed next to him battling a mighty yawn. His eyes close with a smile on his face falling asleep instantly. I dutifully took up my role as ‘little spoon’ curling up next to him in bed. I wrapped his lower arm under my neck and pulled it across my chest to cuddle with. I shoved the pillow between my legs so my back wouldn’t hurt in the morning preparing for my first diapered night with my love.I sighed in comfort when Shawn’s hard sleeping breathes against my hair picked up. I reached back and smoothed my hair out so it wouldn’t tickle his face. I took a moment and just listened to him. He doesn’t snore exactly, just breathes really loudly. Me, oh I snore! His loud breathing relaxed me so much I was suddenly yawning despite being ridiculously happy. Just moments before I’d have sworn I couldn’t fall asleep for ages, but I was wrong.I feel asleep in my man’s arms diapered for the first time with a partner. Hopefully, he’d be my last partner too!Never have I ever – Dreamed I could be this happy and whole.Yeah, I’ll drink to that.
  4. I'll there's a direction I can play with. Challenge accepted!
  5. Hey, uh... So, user name change happened. I have been Robyn's daddy in a long time so when my wife of 11 years started reading some of my stories (finally) she insisted I address the oversight!

  6. Just a footnote. Changed my username. Still me though. Thanks sorry. Uh... I will try to get something else for this story together, but since I had no plans to... My creativity well is sort of dry. There are simply to many directions this could go. Sam's a little, but we don't know what flavor though she clearly enjoys adulthood and playfulness. Shawn is a pretty bland all around nice guy. They shared a great moment in their history with us, but how does that grow? Thoughts???
  7. Thanks! I really appreciate it. The Woes is by far my favorite work to date. I fell in love with it's characters and ignored a smaller work in progress. I did go back and put up Chapter 3 of Never Have I Ever. I will likely end it with the next little chapter. It was always meant to be a short work. I have a few more outlines I'm playing with. I will probably start something soon. I sort of want to re-read The Woes for my own enjoyment, but i'm pretty sure I'd end up editing the whole thing again. It might even need it, but the story was just for our entertainment not publication. It's hard to let go of something you care for. I even have an unfinished outline for a generation gap story from The Woes where Maddie and Lucy end up adopting a kid. It would be from her perspective, but I kept arguing with myself about how much if any involvement she'd have with diapers in any flavor. This audience wouldn't care if she isn't involved in some way. In the end, I tabled the idea because it wouldn't have a market. Thanks so much for all your support across this project. I really appreciate everyone who took the time to encourage or guide me.
  8. So that's the thing. I started this short right before my brain conjured The Woes of Maddison Page. I had a frame for chapter 3 and a short chapter 4 with a swift little tie up for an ending. I needed to have edited this story better, but it was more of a screen than a full story. So the question is, should I give the written end or extend this a bit? I'm on the fence and have a few other ideas I'm fleshing out into a more robust story. Plus, I'm looking for a place to drop the furry transformation story I have started.
  9. Gasp! Don't change anything cause I had a random pervy thought! I was just sharing. Write your work, I was just fan boying a bit. Plus, I'd just soon all girls wear diapers (at least the ones who want too!) Thanks for the complement too.
  10. I like the relationship your building. I like how Emmy is waffling. She's aware enough to feel off, but not aware enough to assert what she wants. I also like how Mallory's voice is reasonable in her situation. She's try to help without being antagonistic. I don't know, guess I'm gushing! I like it. *Random Reader Thought: Would be cool to see, sometime later in the story, an overly empathetic Mallory attempt to get what all the hullabaloo is about with the whole diaper thing.
  11. The Tale of Samantha Wynn Chapter 3 – Last Round We both stared at each other in breathless anticipation. If someone took a drink, this would go south in a hurry. If no one drinks, this game was likely over with naked gymnastics were likely to follow immediately. All restraint on my end would be out the fucking window, and I was positive that he’d be putty in my hands. “Sixteen year old stupidity I can forgive.” I committed. Hell, he didn’t know why the police picked me up. I’m sure he can imagine worse shit than fingering his hot willing cousin, but damn that’s way up on my “out there” list. “I have never, and would never, risk you on some other girl or anything for that matter.” Shawn told me earnestly. I probably didn’t have to say anything, but I wanted to. “I’d never step out of this relationship on you Shawn. NEVER EVER.” I told him with honest fervor in a sing-song voice. Then my switch flipped, and I went from kitten to cat woman. I was all over him. Everywhere my pussy touched him caused my hips to buck involuntarily. My nails scratched his chest and back while I devoured his mouth. Shawn’s hands were all over me too. They were in my hair, up my top, nearly bruising my tender chest. My ass and my pussy never stood a chance. I turned my back to him and ground my ass onto his dick through his boxers. I like anal. I know, weird right? I can’t get off from it, but it’s every bit as stimulating as playing with my nipples for me. Shawn knows that. Turns out, we were both really into it. Especially teasing me back there. That’s even more fun that penetration most of the time. I kept myself hair free and super clean for events just like this! Shawn’s hands drifted up my sides sliding under my top and cupping both my breasts again. He kissed my neck like a vampire searching starving for a meal. I think he may have even bitten me! It was delicious, and I assumed I was too if his hips were any indicator. If he’d have sprouted a third arm, a single touch to my core would have probably set me off. With an almost violent nibble and squeeze to my breasts, I drove my ass against his clothed member. If he’d have been naked, I’d have taken him balls deep in my ass and challenged my own assertion that I couldn’t get off form anal! I was crazy turned on. I let go of any walls I maintained deciding to trust him entirely. My side of our relationship grew two sizes that day! Our resistance burned away in faith, lust, and love. It was sort of beautiful. We panted and giggled and kissed and made love to each other. I kept him just inside my ass as I leaned up and pored us both a shot. I passed one back to him. “Last round Shawn. We win or we win, either way two more questions and all the clothes come off. I need you in my ass honey.” I said pushing down into him. “Keep that up and I will be, clothes be damned.” He laughed. ‘God I love this man.’ “Whose turn was it? Mine I think. I never want to talk about Alice again. You good with that?” He asked. “Yeah, babe. I ohh... I got it. Turns don’t matter. One question each then nakedie time!” I told him while he tweaked a nipple. “Was that your deepest darkest most closely guarded skeleton?” I asked him grinding again. “If something ever happens to me, format my pc without looking at anything in there. There’s stuff that turns me on to look at or read, but that I’d never ever follow through with. It’s probably best you never know… Other than that yeah, that’s it babe. There’s nothing left to hold back, you have all of me.” He told me. “Anyway, Never Have I Ever –“ He started. Here’s where it really started to get kinky. The movie quit playing and a commercial rolled onscreen while I ground my bare ass onto his covered dick. Worse yet, it was a Pampers Cruisers commercial. Those commercials are practically mental wonderlands for those of the abdl community. It was like watching a snow globe of pure happiness being swirled up and handed right to me. The little girl on the screen toddled around squealing in happiness chasing a puppy around the kitchen island. The mother and father held hands over a cup of coffee and watched their little dog and little girl run around. His floppy ears looked hilarious in slow-mo and her fully wet diaper held on like a champ with cute little toddler designs. It was like visual chocolate. ‘OMG! I wish that was me!’ I screamed internally. I started rocking harder and harder against Shawn. ‘I swear to all that’s holy! If this commercial doesn’t end, I’m going to have a fucking orgasm with Shawn’s boxer covered dick poking up my ass!’ My violent thrusting and heavy breathing distracted Shawn from his original question. I screamed and bucked against him until I did actually have him in my ass an inch or so clothes were in-fact damned… Ha! He didn’t make it in very far because there was too much friction. I shuttered impaled on my boyfriend watching a diaper commercial. ‘Now who’s fucked up Judgey McJudgey Pants.’ I chastised myself instantly forgiving him completely for finger banging his cousin. “Never Have I Ever – Worn a diaper after I was potty trained.” He whispered in my ear while I tried to recover from post orgasm semi-consciousness. ‘Oh God, he’s so clever.’ Turns out that’s a turn-on for me too! I didn’t even hesitate. I drank. After all, it was a diaper I’d wet last week. It was a package of diapers I was arrested for. It was diapers I wanted. It was diapers that were the last skeleton in my closet. It was diapers I’d just anally abused myself to. It was diapers on my mind, and maybe his too. I just continued to give him his million dollar lap dance, but it wasn’t enough anymore. I tugged my top off and pulled his penis out of his boxers. I sat back down lubing him thoroughly with my natural wetness before trying the rear entry again. But, he asked his follow up anyway using his super focused mental powers. What a question it was too. “Oh shit, baby that feels so good.” He told me. “Will you wear a diaper for me baby?” He asked with the head of his dick in my very happy ass. ‘Fuck! He didn’t ask me when, or why, or how long, or any of the questions I’d have asked. He just went with it.’ I ground onto him feverishly. “Every time you want me to Shawn! I’d fucking love to.” I told him still full of lust and working up to a second orgasm. “Never Have I Ever – Been turned on that my girlfriend likes diapers.” I said standing up and reaching behind me to pull his underwear down. Since he drank quickly I asked my last follow up of the night. “Would you find it hot if I ran around the house like one of those kids in those commercials? All topless and in a crinkly diaper meant for a ‘girl on the go’?” I asked as I took him in my dripping wet pussy. I thrust against him a few times before pulling back and easing him all the way in my back entrance. I found a good footing between his legs with my spread too. We thrust against each other in time. He fondled my left breast and pussy with his hands. I was heating up to asecond orgasm quickly. “Yeah, I think I would. I mean I wouldn’t know for sure till you did, but it sounds fucking hot my little Samantha. Wee Sam. Tiny Sammy.” He told me biting down on my neck and working me over with his right hand. I thrust against him and played with my own right breast running my other hand over his on my left. I came a second time yelling “Sammy!” It sounded like desert in my ears. It wasn’t long until we got off together, and our tensed muscles relaxed. My several to his one, that’d keep me coming back for years! Randomly one of us would grind against the other keeping Shawn from fully deflating allowing me to enjoy the full feeling. “I think I made a mess on the couch honey. That was the best!” I told him swiveling my hips on his manhood. “I could probably use a diaper tonight. All this has to come back out sometime.” I giggled squeezing my muscles against him. “I think I’d like that Sammy. Let’s go get you settled, and we’ll come back and watch that Dragon movie you love so much before we call it a night. Drink lots of water baby. I don’t want your head hurting tomorrow. You don’t drink often.” He told me. I could almost feel his sly smile. That wasn’t the only result of a lot of water. ‘I don’t know what’s on his hard drive, but whatever it is makes my diapers acceptable to him so I’ll just let that curiosity die. Shit, does he want me to pee my diaper too?’ “You know Shawn, I don’t care what you look at or read as long as nothing could end up putting you in jail. You know what I mean. Age stuff or what not. I can’t lose you! Ever!” I told him in complete confidence of my decision. “I promise baby. You have absolutely nothing to worry about. I don’t talk to girls online either. I read or watch stuff, but that’s it. I promise.” He told me as I eased up off his softening cock. I ran to our bedroom on my tip toes squeezing my ass cheeks together trying to keep his deposit in the bank as it were. I pretty much giggled the entire way. Shawn pulls up his underwear and follows me into the bedroom. “Babe, would you mind grabbing the pink hat box under the bed for me?” I asked him. “What’s a hat box?” He asked. “Ha, just look. It’s the only pink circular box under there.” I told him. “Hurry honey. I can’t hold this forever. I’m going to make a mess here. They never film this part in porno’s and the home movie stuff always cut off after they get off…lol Nobody wants to see the aftermath. Haha.” I giggled. “Never thought about it, but if it’s not specifically part of the movie they do skip over the cleanup. Speaking of cleanup, I didn’t think I’d be changing diapers until we had kids Sammy.” He chuffed a laugh. I kid you not, I froze board straight and I almost cried. ‘He wants to have kids with me. He’s already thought about having kids with me! OMG! HE FUCKING SAID HE’D CHANGE MY DIAPER!!!’ I’d long ago lost all hope that I’d have a supportive partner like that. I’d fuck him again for that if he wasn’t about to diaper me! Everybody knows that’s how you really tell a man you love him…ha! But, there was no way in hell I was derailing this train on purpose. “Help me get it unfolded and under me. I’ll take care of the rest. I’m flexing like a bitch here. If I let up, I’ll be making a wet spot on the bed.” I smiled. Shawn took a Luvs out of my hat box. I hadn’t gotten to wear much since we moved in together, and I’d had a shipment delivered just before I boxed all my stuff up. I’d used all my premium diapers, and these were the last of diapers in my stash. I had been prepared to give it up for Shawn. He smacked my hands, “You know Lana is younger than I am. I changed her diapers when I was a kid. Plus, she already gave me a niece. We’ve sat her before. I have so got this!” Shawn told me with no hint of the weeks weariness in his voice. I wasn’t really in a little space so I didn’t have a little girl answer, “Sir, Yes Sir.” I saluted. “Silly girl.” He told me taking my hands and folding them on my stomach below my chest. He slid the diaper under me and I rested my tense ass on the fluffy piece of heaven. I released his mess into my diaper. It was a new and truly awesome experience. I couldn’t believe how accepted I felt sitting there in a messy diaper that my one true love was taping on me. He had me secured in no time. I’m a small girl. That’s why I taught first grade. Teens would have eaten me alive! I’d have been horrified to have been bullied as an adult... lol ‘Huh, I usually have to wiggle around more than that to secure these little things.’ I thought deciding it must just be a ton easier to have someone do it for me. ‘I haven’t been diapered by anyone else sense I was four.’ It was amazing. I’d underestimated how much this night would mean to us, how much it was going to mean to me. Shawn was great with his niece, and I couldn’t wait to be on the receiving end of some of that attention. Shawn ran a finger along the leg gathers between my thighs. Turned out he really did know how to take care of a baby girl. I was thrilled. “Don’t look so surprised. You and Lana practically sent me to diaper boot camp before you two took off for groceries at Thanksgiving. I’m pretty sure I should have a printed certificate from the school of ‘that’s how you do it right’. Speaking of, where’s your powder and oil baby?” He asks.
  12. Hey! Really nice job. Its hard to give new characters a distinct voice, but Mallory is already coming through as calm, rooted for a younger character, and a general go with the flow find the bright side sorta girl. I very much enjoyed your intro chapter, thanks.
  13. That is some high praise. I very much appreciate it. Maddison snuck up on me while I was working on two other stories, the 7 minutes in heaven short I was doing, and one I tabled about a young mother. I was also drafting one in the transformation furry genre. I've been playing with a world, mythology, and magic system for a set of novels, that I'll probably never finish or publish, for three years. I'm a novice writer at best, but I do love to read and dablle in the writing side. The Woes just swamped my mind while I was very distracted by other projects. It was just very clear to me. Their world, those characters, even the major plot points poored out of me and onto the keys. It nearly Needed to be written. Thanks Bob and others for the compliments. I've been married for eleven years and only recently started sharing the stories I write here with my wife. I was very proud to have her read your review and thrilled to see the pride in her eyes that someone appreciated my work enough to write it.
  14. Chapter 44 – Promises I enter the lobby of the hotel from the west on Daddy’s arm as Lucy enters from east side. She doesn’t have any family, but thankfully I have plenty! She’s draped on Paul’s arm looking stunning. I can see her beautiful face lit up under the sheer veil she’d picked. My Native American beauty walks with elegant poise toward me. She turns sideways and I catch a glimpse of the pearl encrusted lacey collar she’s wearing with her dress. She’d demanded a collar and wears one most of the time. I made sure she had the best! My dads stand between us as we look up the small riser at our pastor. “Dear friends and cherished family, we are gathered here to bear witness and share in the union of two of God’s daughters. You may be seated. Who stands for these women?” He asks. “I do.” Daddy says turning me to face Lucy and Paul. “I do.” Paul says turning Lucy to face me and Daddy crying openly with a huge smile on his face. The lay our hands in each other’s taking our outside hands. Ben and Paul help us step up hand in hand onto the platform with the pastor who was on a smaller one raised again just above us. He delivers a beautiful sermon on the heart of God and the union of marriage. He trumpets the Love God has for all his sons and daughters. “The rings please.” He calls. Our friend Luke’s son and daughter, three and six, bring them slowly down the aisle. The pastor bends and takes them from the pillow holding them out to each of us. I take Lucy’s ring and she takes the one she had made for me. “I want to pause. Lucy has asked me to say a few words, if I can get through them. Our Lucy has a large and tender heart.” Sniff Sniff “The idea wasn’t her own, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t a good one! Let me explain her ring for Maddison. Most of you know the story of these two young ladies, but I want to tell those who aren’t familiar at least in short. Maddison has given her heart away before. Maddison and Merry never quite made it this far before our Lord, for his reasons, took Merry to be with him at his side. They shared a rare love. If you knew the two of them, you knew he blessed the world with their love.” “Amen” came many voices throughout the room. “They were to be married and had promised themselves to each other. Maddison has always considered Merry her wife and I know that Lucy and I agree. They were married in the eyes of the Lord if not the eyes of men. Lucy had this ring made, and it’s a beauty let me tell you, from the stones she picked out and the stones that Maddison had long ago given Merry.” The pastor pauses to blow his nose and rub at his eyes. I had guessed what Momma and Lucy were up to, but I didn’t know. Hearing it for the first time takes my breath. “Sorry. *cough* Lucy wanted to use the promise that Maddison made to Merry to make a promise to both of them. Maddison, your ring has been re-forged from both of those promises. Just as you promised to love Merry until death did you part, Lucy now promises to love you both. If you’ll look over your shoulder a moment.” A screen dropped from the ceiling and a video began to play. It was Merry and I in the jewelry shop over ten years ago. I hobbled down to one knee and my proposal rang out. They’d set it to mine and Lucy’s song playing softly in the background. Brighter than Sunshine by Aqualung plays just softer than my words. I never understood before I never knew what love was for My heart was broke my head was sore What a feeling Caught up in ancient history I didn't believe in destiny I look up you're standing next to me What a feeling What a feeling in my soul Love burns brighter than sunshine The video finishes as I feel my heart yearn for Lucy in a whole new way. We hadn’t had this part in the rehearsal. It was a surprise to me. I smile at my bride and bark a few crisp tears. She reaches into her top and pulls a Kleenex to blot my tears smiling at me too. The pastor coughs regaining his composure. “I believe our couple has prepared their own vows.” He says finally. We nod. “Maddison you may begin.” “Lucy, I want to give you my name. I want you to wear it knowing that it’s a promise like your ring. I promise to love you more every day. These last three years haven’t been enough. I want the rest of yours and give you the rest of mine. We’ll be there when you’re happy, sad, when life is dealing with you unfairly, when life is giving you everything you deserve. I promise not to work away all my time away. We promise to be with you by your side caring for you forever. We will love you until the end of time.” I had already planned to use “we” promising on behalf of Merry too. I am afraid I sound a little crazy or like I was royalty, but no one laughs. Lucy has blended my vows with her ring presentation perfectly without knowing what I would say. “Lucy Waters, do you accept the love of Maddison Page in marriage until God calls you home?” “I do.” She says and I slip her ring on her finger. “Lucy you may begin.” “Maddison Page, I have been your friend, your confidant, your nurse, and your lover. You hold my heart and its keys. I don’t need it anymore it’s in the best hands. No one knows my heart the way you do. Mommy, I give it to you to care for, for all time.” “Maddison Page, do you accept the love of Lucy Waters in marriage until God calls you home?” “I do.” I say as she slips my ring on my finger. We light our unity candle while a much louder version of Brighter than Sunshine plays filling the room with the ballad of love and pain. Taking our place back in front of the pastor Beth straitens Lucy’s dress and train while Momma straightens mine. As the song comes to an end the pastor chimes, “We should all be so lucky as to know the love these two have for each other. What God joins let no one of man-kind tear asunder. Introducing, Mrs. and Mrs. Maddison Page!” Hearing that just brings up more wonderful memories of mine and Merry’s only Valentine’s day together. I had told Lucy that I’d lose my shit when he said that and I did, but in a happy way. I’d put my pain to bed by then. In fact, I wouldn’t propose to Lucy until I felt that I had. It is just a happy nostalgia mixed with the overwhelming joy that I have to be here now with Lucy. We walked out of the church a little while later in a maelstrom of bird seed jumping into a limo. I close the door and kiss my wife, “I love you Mrs. Page.” “And I love you Mrs. Page.” Lucy echoes. “Driver, to some where sunny and sandy!” I laugh. Lucy hits the button on the divider and pushes me down to the bench seat licking the side of my face whimpering softly “I love you Mommy. So much.” “So much Baby. I love you too!” ----- This is the conclusion of The Woes of Maddison Page. I hope you liked it! I loved writing it. We ended up just shy of 190k words. Easily two standard novels long! If you have the time please drop a comment and tell me what you like / didn't like etc. This story took nearly a year to write and publish here. It was edited as I wrote. I'm sure there a plot hole, or logic issue or three buried in there. Sorry about that. All in All. It was a lot of fun to explore a few ideas that aren't touched on much in our genre. Thanks for Reading!