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  1. **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.
  2. 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.
  3. I'll there's a direction I can play with. Challenge accepted!
  4. 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!

  5. 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???
  6. 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.
  7. 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.
  8. 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.
  9. 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.
  10. 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.
  11. 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.
  12. 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.
  13. 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!
  14. Chapter 43 – Sunshowers I scamper over to my car to grab the vase of artificial flowers that Lucy and I had picked up earlier in the week. I fuss at the arrangement whipping it back into shape while walking back to the car. Momma is already in the backseat tucked in a comically large car seat when I poke my head in. I giggle at her and slide into the back next to her putting the flowers on the floor between my legs. “You ok Luce?” I ask settling in and buckling up. “Yes Mommy!” Came her sing song reply. “You can do your mom’s face back there on the way over.” Lucy offers then starts a conversation with Daddy as we pull out. “Uh, Momma. Do you think it’s a good idea to paint your face again? You might cry and get all runny or see someone you know today.” I ask to make sure. “I don cawe if shombuddy shees me, but I will cwy.” She shakes her head from side to side telling me not to bother with the makeup. “Mommy will do it fow me gin.” She nods. “OK.” I say taking some deep centering breaths. It’s not a long trip to the city cemetery. It’s not a long trip anywhere in town, not really. I’m just finding a calm place to start a little meditation from when we pull up and the front door shuts. Lucy is at my door holding it open before I can blink my eyes and look over. ‘She’s so worried about me.’ I think before the gravity of the situation settles in around me. “Wets go Maddie.” Momma says taking my hand while Lucy takes the other. I can feel Daddy’s steady presence behind me as we walk the white gravel path. Our cemetery is a beautiful place. Its lawns are manicured and sculpted. Trees grow in intentional intervals to create private areas screening grieving families from one another. It’s a large sprawling place with many paths and several entrances. We head west toward the Selvage’s family plots. Merry rests in an older part of the cemetery where the trees are hardy and landscaping robust. In warmer weather, I could see myself reading out here for the sheer pleasure of the scenery. Well, if it weren’t for the long term inhabitants. It’s a long winding walk, almost half a mile to her plot. We take the walk slowly. Three diapered women walking to mourn the loss of another and followed by a somber man. I look a bit silly dressed like I was headed to a meeting with my Pokémon clad mother to my left and my puppy faced girlfriend to my right. Our expresions look correct for the situation, but nothing else likely does. I can’t help the tug of a smile at my lips thinking about Merry seeing us walking up to visit her. I close my eyes and think of my feline model. Momma and Lucy feel me lag behind and look over at me. I don’t open my eyes but keep my feet moving letting them lead me. I can feel the cool March sun on my face come and go in the thick cloud cover only occasionally seeing the orange of the sun behind my eyelids. I can feel my hands break into a cold sweat the closer we get. The clammy feeling is quickly detected and both Lucy and my mother react. Lucy pulls in close to me hugging my arm whisperings soft encouraging words. Bugs wraps her arms around me fastening them between us. Still we keep the slow walk moving forward. I feel Daddy’s hand on my shoulder lending me support from his position behind me. When the girls turn me left, I let my eyes flitter open. The first thought I have is that it looks like it could rain. Then I see a cloud. It instantly reminds me of her feline face with a huge smile. Tears roll down my face. I don’t know what kind of tears they are. I don’t feel the darkness in my heart that I usually feel here. I miss her and that is a heavy pull on my emotions, but I don’t suddenly feel like lying in the road next to her waiting to see if God would take me me with her. I’ve felt that. God have I felt that. It’s horrible. I never thought of myself as suicidal, but death was a means to an end in my mind until recently. It was an inevitability that I looked forward to. A path to reclaim what was mine. A way to find something that was taken from me. Death would have been an opportunity to finally be whole and beside her again. Tears stream freely down my face, but I haven’t looked down yet. Death doesn’t mean that to me anymore. I realize that death would mean leaving Lucy. The girls turn me right and pause. After a few moments, my head slowly drifts down. I take in her headstone. Daddy had bought her a stone with her face laser engraved into the gray coloring. It was always a lovely pain to see her face there. Never aging. “Hey M.” I say barking out a loud cry. Beth comes up on Momma’s side and put a hand under my arm. Paul moves up to take Lucy’s place, but I can’t let go of her hand. Instead, Paul places his hand under my arm and helps me kneel on the pillow they bring every year. Lucy kneels with me her black sock covered knee on the pillow and the white one in the manicured lawn soaking in the March rains. Not that I notice. Paul and Beth stand behind us with a hand on my shoulder for a moment and then retreat to give me some time. It is us as a family remembering her, being with her. It’s Paul and Beth telling me I was still their daughter and that they are there to support me. I could feel them all close to my heart as the Selvages backed away. Faintly, I could hear Momma and Beth crying. It never lasts long for them, but they always do. The guys never cried. They always seem to bury their grief in the consolation of their wives. The pain was different to all of us. The loss of a child weighed on the Selvages. The same weighs on Momma and Daddy, I suppose, but their pain was different. Their pain was in my own. “Hey Kitten. This is Freckles.” I sniffle so soft I’m not sure Lucy even hears me. She just hovers against my side blotting my eyes when she can. “God, I miss you so much Merry. I’ve done what you always wanted me too. You know that. I finished school and got my dream job.” My gaze falls to my knees tears streaming freely. “I’ve tried so hard after I got my shit together Kitten. I wasn’t in a good place after you left, but Mom took care of me.” “I live in the city with Lucy. She’s great. Sometimes, she reminds me of you.” I ball. “God Merry, I love you so damn much. I want to love Lucy that way too. I have done everything I promised you I’d do Babe, all of it.” I openly cry delivering on the snot faced mess I’d promised Lucy. “But, I’m not happy Baby. It’s eating me up inside. I miss you. I need you. I want you with me, but you can’t be.” I wail. “Oh Mommy. Shh… I’m here Mommy.” I can just make out Lucy consoling me. “I wanted this all to be so different M. I never planned on a future without you. I never thought there’d be a Maddison without Merry. Then I gave you my heart and my friendship. I was so happy. So fucking happy. We had a future of excitement and discovery ahead of us, but none of it mattered as much as having you with me.” I pour my heart out. “You were there at my side till you weren’t. Just like that, all our plans were gone. All my heart was gone. All my future was gone. You were just gone. From one beat of my heart to the next. Happiness to hollow pain.” “I’m here Mommy.” Lucy says softly. “I want to love her like I loved you M. She’s so sweet. She loves me no matter what stupidity I get up to. She’s been with me a year now. I love her M. I need that to be ok with you. Can you love us both? Will you? Will you still love me when I see you again if I give my heart to Lucy?” I beg my wife probably hurting Lucy again. From Lucy I hear a soft steady, “I love you Mommy.” Over and over again she repeats it. It’s like a chant, or a spell, or a prayer I don’t know which. The sun stays out, but I feel rain on my skin. “Gonna rain hard this time tomorrow.” Paul offers softly to no one. “Wook Maddie. She’s crying for you. Der happy teaws. Der’s now cwouds! See it’s a sunny wain.” Momma offers coming up behind us. The rain passes just as Momma stops talking giving even more credibility to her assumption. Lucy licks my face and burrows in closely to me. Momma snuggles up to my back. I feel Daddy resting a hand on the both of us. “Maddie dear, Merry wants you to be happy just like we do. She’s gonna be so proud of you. Every time you smile, the two of you, you’ll share it with her in Heaven. She’ll love them I just know.” Beth tells us all. “Your Mom’s always right Punkin. No use in fighting it. God knows I quit a million years ago. It’s unnatural I tell ya!” Paul adds a bit of levity to this heavy moment. It breaks a damn loose. The people around me fill me with love and warmth. The sky remains clear and I look up closing my eyes. I catch a glimpse of Beth, Paul and Daddy smiling down at us before I do. “If I died before her, I’d have wanted her to find this. To find happy. To find family. I’d have wanted her, no needed, her to find someone to love her like Lucy loves me.” I say to no one in particular, but each of them reaffirm that in their own way. “I’d look down and see her happy and it would fill me with happiness until I could see her again. I might be a bit jealous if she moved on, but if she never forgot me I think I could love her new lover too.” I admit in a moment of clarity trying to put myself in Merry’s place. I was thinking for myself if I’d gone first instead of her. I wasn’t trying to guess at Merry’s feelings. I was just trying to decide what I’d want for her. “I could share her if it meant she could smile without me. We can’t ever forget her though Luce. EVER.” I declare. “Never Luv! I’ll watch every minute of movies and look at every picture with you. I love anyone who ever meant anything to you. I can only love her all the more.” Lucy promises. “Our girl’s in good hands Mandy.” Daddy says behind us. “Ok girls. Let’s go do something! There’s too many ‘Feels’ here. Love you baby.” Beth says kissing her hand and laying it on the headstone. “I got Maddie.” Paul says picking me up in his behemoth arms. “I got Mandy.” Daddy says. “I’ll hold little Lucy’s hand so she won’t get lost Honey.” Beth tells me taking Lucy’s hand. “Pop, let me down? Would ya? I need to hold my girl. Can you all head back to the cars and figure out what we are doing? I need a minute here.” I tell them. “No more tears Punkin. I can’t take any more.” Paul says kissing both my cheeks and sitting me down next to Lucy. I pull her in to me. Her head rests just on the top of my breasts. She’d clearly been crying with me. I drape my hands around her shoulders clasping my hands above her ass. Lucy tugs in tightly wrapping her arms around my waist. I lay my head on hers and we just stay there swaying in the cold March wind by the grave of my first wife. “I love you Luce.” I tell her with all the fever of a madwoman. “I love you to Addie… Mommy.” She says looking up at me. “I promise to love Merry too. I’ll always honor her Luv.” Lucy says into my mouth kissing me. “I promise to love you Luce. I promise to stay with you and love you more every day. I promise to find my way. I promise to love you like I want too.” I vow right back into her mouth. We both kiss our hands and touch Merry’s head stone before leaving. We walk back in eyesight of my parents, but not with them. Every step we take is a step toward our future. “You know Luce, I think we need to buy a house.” I say out of the blue. “Can I have a playroom Mommy?” She asks. “Yeah Baby. Yes you can.” I say taking her hand and skipping toward the grownups enjoying a lighthearted moment with my Little girl.
  15. Yeah, unfortunately even I got the "feels" writing that one. We are getting pretty close to the conclusion of this story and I really tried to give it a satisfactory ending, but like anything you love it's hard to find a good ending point where you can just walk away.