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  1. The Diapered Story of Robin Smith and Her Unconventional Solutions. 20. I stretch and yawn early Monday morning. I give myself permission to wet and promptly do so. I can hear the hiss of the night’s buildup filling my diaper. My first order of business is to roll over onto my stomach. It turns out to be much more aggravating process than I anticipated. I hadn’t set an alarm last night and I’m fairly sure I didn’t stir when Daddy left, but I’m wetter than I was expecting myself to be. Odd. Maybe I woke up and went some when Daddy got out of bed. It’s not unheard of for that to happen. I’ll wake up and sort of acknowledge he’s leaving maybe even try for a good morning kiss, but most of the time I smile at him and fall back to sleep for a few more hours. I’m just not a morning person. I haven’t been a morning person since I had Molly. Eight is a perfectly good time to roll out of bed when I don’t have to be anywhere! Then I notice that someone’s in bed with me. I slowly roll back around to see who’s behind me. I’m more than a little surprised to find mom asleep on top of the covers in Daddy’s spot. I reach behind myself and grab my phone. It’s nearly eight, perfect. Molly would be up soon. I’d normally run to the bathroom brush my teeth and head down for my coffee about now. I have no idea what to do with her lying here though. If she’d been awake she’d have heard me wet! I freak out. My heart races. My thumb makes its way to my mouth and I start chewing away at the already nibbled nail. I’m gazing wide eyed at the woman who gave birth to me and the one I blame my problems on. I’m an adult and I know my choices are my own. I try to take responsibility for myself and not blame my situation on others. That lifestyle isn’t for me, the blaming people. Still, there is some blame to lay at her feet. Mom’s graying blonde hair lies across her face and I can’t help myself. I reach out in my own motherly way, and brush the hair from my mother’s face. I smile and run my hands through my own hair taming the nighttime messiness. She looks amazing for her age, but I can see the marks of time especially in her hands. Arthritis sucks! She’s sleeping in a standard vampire pose lying flat on her back with her hands crossed over her chest. Despite everything, I find myself glad she’s here. I’m pretty sure I won’t be by the end of the day, but right now… I just want a hug from my own mommy. I want her to kiss it and make it better. Super rational eh? I close my eyes still nibbling at my thumb. The monitor will tell us when Molly wakes up, so I could use some more sleep. Retirees don’t usually keep Daddy’s hours either. Mom probably needs the rest too. I let myself start to drift back to sleep, but I I don’t stay that way for long. Mom rolls over to face me waking me back up in the process. She cups my cheek with her right hand. “Hey sweet cheeks. How’s mommy’s girl? Need a change yet?” She asks me with misty eyes and a smile trying to split her face in half. Holy What! “I uh…” I fumble around my thumbnail anxiously nibbling on it. ‘Get control now you idiot. ‘You control the situation. You start the narrative. You guide this where you want it to go.’ I prod myself. “Yes Mommy!” I bark out a cry not knowing who the fuck has control of my mouth or my tear ducts. ‘… or not. Maybe you could do the totally opposite. That’d be just Great! Now she’ll roll right over us all day!’ I say clearly pissed at myself. “Oh sweets. Mommy’s got ya. No worries. Take that nasty thumb out of your mouth though. Germs woman!” My mom says swatting at my hand. “I think we’ll take Molly on to daycare early this morning. My little girl needs her mommy today.” Mom says pulling the sheets back. “Oh how lovely. You look so cute lying there in your leotard and your diaper. Like a big little girl. All grown up and still little. How fun. I feel like a little girl with a dolly to play with. Amazing!” She gets to her knees slowly and unbuttons my onesie. “Let’s just see what we are working with my dear.” “We’ll get little Molly, she’s not very little any more though is she? We’ll get her ready and take her to daycare, then you and I can get some breakfast somewhere.” Mom says planning the day out while bringing back a diaper from my underwear drawer. When’d he do that? “I talked to Allen this morning. Oh you landed a good one there sweets. He’s quiet the looker and so romantic. He said you were worried about today.” She told me following the tried and true diaper under method so she could cover me if I started spraying the walls. Before I even have a chance to talk or protest, Mom continues, “I just want you to know you have nothing to worry about. You haven’t needed me this way in such a long time.” Mom starts crying as she finishes my diaper change. “So that never goes away huh?” I ask finally getting a word in, just not the ones I thought I’d talk about. “What’s that dear?” Mom asks. “Needing your daughter to need you.” I say, “Molly made me a cup of apple juice yesterday and I about lost my shit. I worried about it all night until the allergy meds knocked me out.” “Oh sweets no. I spent nearly twenty years caring for you, worrying about you, driving you around, and trying to guide you. I tried so hard to be a good mother.” She sniffs. “Mom, you were pretty awesome. Maybe a little accidentally demeaning or pressuring me to go in ways that I didn’t want to.” I tell her. “Was it that bad?!?” Mom asks eyes going wide in fear. “I thought so for a long time, maybe parts of it sucked, but the older Molls gets the more I think I understand. Hell, I just told Da… Allen, last night that we’d have to make her try sports and stuff. I’m not going to make her stick with something she doesn’t like, but I want her to sample everything she can while she lives here where I can help her. She brought me that stupid cup of juice and all I could see was her walking off the stage with her diploma running into the arms of her lover and leaving without kissing me goodbye.” I complain. I break down and have a good old fashion cry. I really worked myself up into a frenzy. I don’t know why. It’s like I don’t think the same when mom’s around, like I’m just waiting for her to tell me what to do… to follow her directions… not think for myself. Lord, humans are creatures of habit aren’t we, eh? “I never thought I’d be changing your diapers again either!” Mom giggles through her sympathetic tears. “We’ll drop her off to play with the other little kiddos then us old ladies will go get you some crutches. Maybe grab some Sonic for breakfast since you can’t get out and all.” “Mom, I haven’t been out of the house since Saturday. It hasn’t been that long, but it feels like forever.” I whine in agreement with her. “Let me get Molly ready. You pretend to be asleep and we’ll come wake you up in a few.” She pats my good leg heading toward the door. “I may be!” I laugh trying to relax and grab my phone to text Daddy. [Me] OMG! [Allen] What? [Me] Who is this woman and what have you done with my mom! Something doesn’t feel right. Then I click and I fix Daddy’s contact. [Daddy] Jenny and I had a good long talk this morning. I told her you’d need her today and that I was leaving at 6 am. So she called me to talk while driving over. [Me] What the hell did you say to her! She’s like a fucking whole different person! [Daddy] I told her you wanted her help today. That you needed her. She cried for like five minutes and had to call me back. [Me] Well you didn’t lie, but I didn’t say that. I’d never say that! [Daddy] Trust in Daddy baby. It’s my job to bend reality and make you happy! [Me] How did you fix her! What did you tell her about my diapers? [Daddy] She wasn’t broken, so I didn’t have to fix her Baby. I just pointed out that your independence and freedom was pivotal to who you are. [Daddy] She filled in the blanks Princess. [Me] Amazing. One call from you twenty years ago could have changed my life! [Daddy] Remember that next time you’re pissed at me, I’m pretty amazing! [Me] You got that right. I’ll amazing you tonight Daddy. No backing out tonight. Your mine! What about the Diapers? [Daddy] Oh, yah. Well, she knew you were having trouble after Molly. I told her it was my idea so I could help you with your foot and that you wouldn’t have to be up and down so much. Made it sound all medical and shit. [Me] Did she buy it? [Daddy] You tell me. [Me] We’ll see. Older women are wise. I doubt we can hide anything from her unless she willfully ignores it. [Daddy] She’s a good woman baby. You play nice today! Keep in touch. “Mommy!” Molly yells jumping on the bed deftly avoiding my legs and smashing into my chest crushing my sense of worry under a smattering of kisses and love. “Hey Molls. How’s my baby this morning?” I ask. “I’m not a baby! I’m a big gwirl.” She insists. “Dry this morning?” I ask her. “Nope!” “And you’re… OK?” I ask expecting her usual upset feelings about being wet. “Nana says that’s what diapers are for! She said you was wetted too when you waked up. If Mommy was a good gwirl then me too!” She says. “There’s my girls. Morning ladies.” Mom says to the room. “Hi Nana.” Molly reaches for her. “You’re a bit big for Nana to carry now sweety. But stand on Mommy’s bed and I’ll hug ya to death!” Mom says smothering Molly in hugs and kisses. Stupid tears! I think wiping at my eyes. “What is my big girl wearing today? Molly is ready to go, something about a playground…” Mom asks looking at me. I’m in the fucking twilight zone! The mom I grew up with would have nagged at Molly and me every chance she got!
  2. Yeah, would make a good chapter or to... sort of a flashback from her POV. Even just short hand writing her POV on each of your 10 chapters may get you there. Got me on the bottle thing, but the diapers are sort of necessary in her situation. It's that or get duct taped to the toilet... I have always hated how people in most books go on stakeouts for hours or days and never talk about bio breaks and what not. I find it off putting and takes me out of the "reality" when that stuff isn't dealt with. Most of us go to the bathroom many times a day! Hell, they never come in from slaying this or that and just move to the romance part! No chic I have ever been with would have been happy to put out when I'm covered in bits of a fantasy creature! So, I kind of like how your story deals with the daily doings of would be heroes here.
  3. We're here for ya. Kinda of gives me goosebumps to be called an author! It would seem you are now too! So congratulations. You clearly know how to tell a good story. So keep that the core. This particular story would make a fucking kick-ass web comic! I always kind of wished that someone who could draw would do a panel with Maddie and them from The Woes. It would just be fun to actually 'see' my characters. Personally, I enjoy when a story is dialogue or situation dependent for moving the plot along. Where the events, actions, and words of the characters and the reality flow. You do a good job with this skill! It may seem to you that Julia is painted into a corner, but she's not really. She just has some life altering decisions to make. "Do I cooperate with Angel Hunter?" "Do I trust myself without the diapers?" "Do I like being diapered? It's the only constant in my reality and it ties me to Luc..." "Do I try to go back home to my friends, family, significant other?" "Do I press my recovery or milk it for time with Luc putting off my other decisions?" "Is my Crisis Bond with Luc enough to feed the ember of love burning in my heart?" We don't really know much about her except that she was sort of shy before hand and while weak, her body didn't self-destruct traveling over 80 miles in one night. She hasn't had time to do much or express much but how she deals with reality altering crisis . Hell, she could have been a happy lesbian who worked at a leather bondage store for all we know. We know Luc and we know much of what we need to know of AH's personality, but Julia is nearly a blank slate! Your 10 Chapters in and very cleverly we still don't know much about 1/3 of the leads in your story. Since you didn't introduce ABDL elements, it could still rock as a modern fantasy epic!
  4. I do get it, but I work through the drafts in MS Word. Most of that formatting gets stripped. I'm no Word expert, and after continually reformatting 40 some odd paragraphs with The Woes, I decided to simply let blocks of text exist without spacing except before and after the spoken word. That works ok for quick bytes of conversation, but if a character gets all wordy... It turns into a block of mush. Maybe I'm just lazy...lol
  5. I don't want to taint your core story about Angelic lifestyles because this is an original take on the whole thing! I read A LOT and I haven't encountered something this simply elegant before. Pull out most (not all) of the diaper stuff and you could turn this into a kick ass Young Adult or Mature Novel series. Hell, you could finish the fist book just building the world and only throwing in maybe one hunt. Then the following book could open into the greater Angelic Landscape detailing some new ideological movement from Lucifer. Maybe he sells himself as atoning too, but his hidden motives are his original ones. Perhaps he's found a way to loosen the sanity of his dissenters among the Demon Kind and sicks the well meaning Angel Hunters on those holding him back from another apocalyptic battle with God! Shit... I tainted it anyway! Well right now Julia is more comfortable relying on Luc for literally everything. She had a totally appropriate reaction to messing. That scene played well for me. You really have only two paths forward with Julia (right now) either she gets her mobility back or the Angel Hunter takes her for a spin doing their combined demonic ass kicking and leaves her bed ridden again. If you allow Julia to recover somewhat you have to deal with how much of your story is diaper centered. Do you advance your greater overall plot? How long do you want your story to be etc... Would you go a bit cliche and let her recover her mobility but not her bodily functions? What if she recovers and just finds herself preferring it. Maybe she's afriad that Luc won't love her if she's not dependent on him? What if the relationship flips after Julia gets her feet on the ground with being bound to a Demon Angel / Angel Hunter. Then does she stay in diapers or diaper him? Can Luc handle being number 2 in the relationship? What if Angel Hunter and Luc hit it off and they all sort of do the relationship thing...? Then Julia and Luc can "name" her and boom the universe explodes and through love God grants her forgiveness! My mind is going a billion different directions!
  6. Noted on the dialogue. The spoken scenes are like a video clip in my head so I always know who's talking cause I'm "watching" them. I'll work on it.
  7. The Diapered Story of Robin Smith and Her Unconventional Solutions. 19. I spend the rest of Sunday covertly getting my diaper changed and kicking butt from my indoor nature station. I work some. I read some. I wet a lot. All the while, I interact with my family from my own little nature preserve. As it turns out, Molly did just fine fixing my juice which has a strange melancholy effect on me. Apparently, she’s hitting that phase in life where the competency hurdles come swiftly. I mull over these sad thoughts while Allen tucks Molly in bed. Unfortunately, I’m left alone with some terribly unsettling thoughts. Fixing me something to drink! She can nearly tie her own shoes too. She’s started picking out her own clothes. She won’t need me before long. At least when I can walk around again I’ll still have her diapers to change. “What a strange thought.” I guess if she could change those herself it would make school easier. Dammit. I should probably start training her for that too. God! It’s so hard being a mother. She’s growing and changing before my very eyes. She won’t need me for anything before long! I picture Molly in kindergarten with a laptop bag and a backpack full of diapers marching in and owning the place. ABC Mouse has her projected to be reading in the next few months. She’ll be ahead of her class. My lil Smarty Pants! I start to sniffle. I’d worked up the corporate ladder pretty fast myself. My associate’s degree doesn’t have much merit at the level I work at now, but it’s what got me in the door. Work ethic, sharp ears, and a sharper mind is what allowed me to take on more and more responsibility. Daddy is no mental slouch either. Molly comes from good stock! There are silent tears trailing down my face when Daddy finally makes it back from Molly’s room. “Awe Baby! Are you hurting?” He asks. “Not sense you took the grass out and reclined this thing. I can’t really move my leg, but it hasn’t been bothering me super bad either.” “Then why is my Princess crying. What can Daddy do to make it better?” He asks in my ear leaning over one of my front porch ferns. “I don’t know… nothing? Just… hold me.” I whisper. “What is it Baby?” “Daddy, I want you to hold me. I feel a little scared about Molly growing up and not needing me. Hell, she fixed my drinks today!” I whimper. “Let’s get you changed and relocated eh? Baby Girls always feel better with dry diapers! I’ll top off your sippy cup before we go to our room. We can chill in our room now that Punkin’s down for the night. I’ll clean this up tomorrow.” He says waving an arm at my outside inside. “Speaking of tomorrow. Did you get it off?” I ask. “Nope, you know I can’t lay out tomorrow. I have city inspectors onsite.” He hedges. “Oh yeah. Then wh…” I start, but Daddy cuts me off, “We’ll talk about it after I get you changed Baby. Don’t’ worry.” How the hell am I not supposed to worry? The only family we have close enough is my mom… Oh! My! God! I get super nervous and pee in my already wet diaper. I’m not sure if it’s a big piddle or my first full blown accident, but the thought of mom here with me like this injured… unable to fight back. It terrifies me. Turns out it isn’t the good-natured, you’re in a safe place to pee, wetting. No, this is a scared Chihuahua peeing with her tail between her legs. I’m really afraid of having her here. Molly will probably keep her busy for the most part, but I’m still going to need her help to the bathroom and such. I will keep wearing my diapers cause Daddy said so (and I can’t get to my underwear!), but it will be horrible… I just know it. Daddy helps me stand up and I test my leg in the boot. Pressure on my foot radiates pain up my shin bouncing off my broken big toe. “Oh Shit! Nope no bearing weight on that yet. Sorry Daddy.” I sniffle. “No problem Princess.” He says scooping me up and hauling me to the bathroom. We go through the same routine as we did last night. Daddy is much better at brushing out my hair, but I still have to finish it up. He still has trouble with my roots. Once my teeth are brushed and my hair detangled, we head to bed for the night. Daddy big spoons me, but I can’t find the comfort and arousal that I felt last night to say nothing of the pleasure I’d promised him this morning. The thought of mom here and me all handi-diapered is just so scary. “Allen listen…” I start from the little spoon position. “Daddy, baby. Call me Daddy.” He says rubbing my stomach and whispering in my ear. “Sorry Daddy. I just… I’m scared.” I admit. “Robin! Your mother isn’t that bad! Jenny is a sweet lady. She’s always so good to Molly and she’s never given me the business. She was even nice and helpful when I was still in school.” My husband praises the object of my terror. “You don’t get it babe.” “Daddy. What don’t I get?” He corrects. “She’s not horrible. My childhood wasn’t some great torment. It’s just… Mom doesn’t live in the world with the rest of us. It’s like she was born in the seventies but was raised by someone from the forties.” I try to explain. “Look baby, I’ll be honest. I never have understood your beef with your mom.” He says patiently. Daddy continues to rub my stomach comforting me. “I don’t know how to tell ya. You’re not a girl Daddy. You don’t understand the pressure. To be a perfect little lady all the time. The burden of being beautiful, to smell great, to do everything and be great and gracious at it. I’m supposed to be the best at everything but run the world from behind you. Guiding you in the ways I think is best. I’m supposed to be this amazing human being that is perfect at everything and never has to deal with body functions. I don’t know how mom’s going to do with these diapers.” I lay it out there. Daddy hums our wedding song in my ear. I sing the song along with him in my head. I’ve found a reason for me, to change who I used to be, A reason to start over new, and that reason is you… Eventually Daddy says, “I’ll never be a girl. I’ll not going to try and convince you that it’s hard to be a guy too. We have our own pressures. Specially good guys. Bad boys get away with shit and still get the chicks…. Anyway, I’m certain Jenny was just trying to do what she thought was best baby.” “I know. I’m old enough to see it now. I just felt like she was trying to shove my angles into a round hole, ya know? Did I ever tell you mom thought I’d be better off not going to college? I should just find a decent job to hold until I found my Mr. Right?” I sigh. “I can’t ever have her telling Molls stuff like that. I don’t care what Molly does. She can graduate high school and settle down to raise a litter of children, be president of the world, or cure cancer. I don’t care as long as she’s happy. I’m going to make her do stuff just like mom did. She’s gotta try band, sports, math, science, the arts, all of it. Kids look for the path of least resistance and I think happiness comes from work and accomplishment. She just has to find what she cares about and work toward it. Hell, I don’t even care if she succeeds, as long as she’s happy with where she’s at.” “I get it baby. Molly has to define that for herself. We’ll support her and push her, but not run her over.” He promises. “We can’t run roughshod over her ideas either. I mean she’s a kid. She’s gonna think of some messed up short sighted shit, but that doesn’t mean she can’t make mistakes and learn. I want her to work through failure too. Adulting is hard Daddy!” My husband takes a deep breath, “Oh Baby. Look, you only have to adult at work or when I’m not home. When I’m home you are my baby. Even when Molly moves on to bigger and better things, your diapered butt is safe with me. I’ll talk to your mom. I’ll find a way to make this easier for both of ya. Trust Daddy to take care of it. Let’s put stuff and things off till tomorrow. You don’t sound like you’re in the mood tonight.” Daddy says. “I love you though. I’m ok from this morning. I don’t have to have a turn, but I owe you one. It’s not like it’s an inconvenience… I’m just not in the headspace for my own fun.” I tell him.“I can wait a day, but that’s all. Remember… that diaper and everything under it is mine!” He laughs. My husband gets up leaving my back very cold. He putters around the bedroom laying out his stuff for tomorrow and running through the shower. Daddy always gets his stuff for the next day all organized before bed. It’s sort of like a magic trick. He can wake up, shave, dress, and eat in less than fifteen minutes. Before I could hit snooze twice he will have already left the house. I have always found it amazing. He turns out the light and crawls back into bed with me retaking his role as big spoon. Daddy kisses the top of my head and I snuggle back into him. I can tell his hardness is absent. So I try to be still. It doesn’t take much attention to get that thing going on a normal day. I kind of want to get him started and play around for a while, but he’d given me my pills and the Benadryl is already setting me up to drool all over his arm. Tonight is a bust on the stuff and things department. I promise myself that tomorrow would be different. Even if it’s a bad day with mom, I’d make tomorrow night awesome for us!
  8. Another awesome story! I love seeing the Board rally like this! Thanks!
  9. There's an Emo Teenager inside everyone who's ever been lonely. So no worries. On a personal note... rejection sucks, but you'll never find acceptance with a chance of love without putting yourself out there. Be friendly and kind to everyone cause you never know when they may be your someone right or the person to introduce you to your someone right. Romantic Side Story: I worked with my wife for 2.5 years and we'd go out occasionally. Sometimes we even got frisky, but I was sort of damaged goods after my first marriage ended without my input. We were/are friends (my wife and I). One night I went on the Olympic world record setting blind date at 25 years old that included her parents as chaperons and her dad trying to give me the birds and bees talk after me telling them about my first wife and child I had custody of... anyway... I called my wife and told her how bad it was. She's all, "So what are you looking for?" and I walked right into a blinder rending magic wall of dumbassitude. I finish and she simply says... "Can you think of anyone you might know like that? You know someone who likes you, and dates you sometimes, and sleeps with you too." She lifted the veil of stupidity from my eyes and eight months later we were married!
  10. Ha. Yeah that's a tough one. Formatting doesn't carry well from any of the standard text editors. On the romance. It's not something that you have to draw on from direct personal relationships. Take from all good relationships. Mentors, Parents, Teachers, TV, Movies, Old couples holding hands, books, etc... But if it's a weakness, you could explore some kind of magical angle that bonds Luc and Julia on a fundamental level binding them together. Maybe the only way they can express the bond is through love since magic isn't a part of modern man's daily existence? You know, like a way for their minds to hand the metaphysical things happening to them. No less real, but based on something they don't understand and existing as something they do?
  11. Firstly, thanks for the original content and concept. I don't know what your plans are for this work, but it looks like it could run a good long time. I'm also appreciative of the disabled but fully capable vibe that Alex gives off. I have a couple kids with disabilities myself and I know first hand how hard everyone in my house works to let them be normal as possible. I'm really proud of my boys who are aware, but ignore the trouble (when life and peers let them). Like with Alex, I see my boys as a baseball stat card where their issues are asterisks in fine print while knowing how hard they work to get their stats where they want them. Seeing a well written relationship (of any order) adds to my enjoyment of a series. I'm really looking forward to Abby getting home and what Claire's role will be. I even found it entertaining when the current political climate engaged the story in a potentially negative way. And, as mentioned above... I like your take on Variants. I look forward to reading this for a good long time!
  12. Really, you just keep killing it! I "want" Julia to open up and really gush out what's been happening to her the last few days. But, it's also fun (if sort of torturous) for her to hid behind the trauma and tears. I hate that Luc bit her head off, but it's perfectly justifiable and expressed in your story. In a way, I'm glad Luc has some flaws that Julia can latch onto. No one likes to be around someone they see as perfect. It's too much pressure! Again... Thanks for writing.
  13. The Diapered Story of Robin Smith and Her Unconventional Solutions. 18. I had taken my medicine and predictably slipped into a restless sleep. I had a sense of time I don’t usually have while napping. I kept surfacing enough to open my eyes but not clear the fog in my head. Twice I vaguely remember wetting my diaper and simply drifting back to sleep. I kept hearing random sounds from the living room causing a shallow fear for my house to flutter around the edges of my mind. I wake up around four in the evening still exhausted. I itch to get out of my bedroom and do something... anything really. At the same time, I’d love to just fall back to sleep if I could guarantee it would be a restful one. Hell, I’d be happy to be stuck in traffic bringing Molly home. Argh! I can’t believe myself. One day! One freaking day and I’m going nuts… I have no patience! Cell phone to the rescue! I grab my phone and open Facebook. As I start to browse, I feel a small pressure on my bladder. It’s a small thing, like a whisper behind a door. I let out a relaxing breath and reminded my body I was in a safe place to go. I feel that I can stop it if I choose to, but I don’t and release a small wetting into my waiting diaper. It was like “permission to evacuate… over”. Then I authorized it on routine. “permission granted… over”. I mean it’s like sitting on the toilet with your pants down. You just go, ya know? There’s no conscious action. Just get your body in the right spot and in the right condition and it just goes. Apparently, my mind has filed anywhere as viable as long as I’m diapered, at least I hope. After all, when one is diapered Let it go sort of becomes theme. Damn It! Now I have that damn song in my head! I bitch internally. Frozen was fun once and only the once… [Me] I’m soggy and thirsty… [Allen] and awake. We need a few more minutes out here… [Me] *gasp emoji* I’m super wet, what if I wet the bed? [Allen] Just hold it woman, geez. I’m workin here! I feel a sudden burst of mischievousness. [Me] but Daddy! [Allen] Don’t Daddy me! I’m almost done. [Me] but… I gotta potty!!! Rolling with the juvenile train mood I wake up in, I begin to yell at the living room at the top of my lungs. I escalate the situation, “Daddy!” I yell! “Baby! I’ll be there in a minute!” Daddy yells. “Minute Mommy!” Molly yells. “Daaadddyyyy!” I below loud enough to wake the dead. I yell so loudly that my voice cracks. I feel like I’m sitting in my own personal swimming pool here... I’d just wet so my diaper is warm and not totally uncomfortable. Still, I want a clean diaper and my loving husband said he’s the one to change them for me. I shift up the bed where I can sit up against the head board. I reach down unsnapping the crotch of my onesie. Wiggling my hips, I slide the top up my back where it no longer blocks my view of my diaper. I cup my crotch pressing the thick gel filled diaper into my pussy. It is a unique feeling that I’m beginning to treasure. I pinch and prod my diaper to see how full it is. I’m super squishy right where I expected I would be and a bit gelly halfway up to my waist on the front and totally wet on my back half. It’s totally retarded how happy this super wet diaper is making me. I don’t care why anymore. I love this! Not much later, I hear them trundling down the hall and quickly yank the comforter back over me. Molly enters first. She’s a quick big little-girl-thing. Molly remembers my leg situation and approaches me from the floor this time. She leans in and kissing my head. “Mommy is you hurt’in?” She asks sweetly moving my hair from my face nurturing me as I have her hundreds of times before. “Oh Molls, you’re gonna be a terrific Mommy someday.” I sniff wiping a tear away at her natural bedside manner. “Yeah, but how are you feeling Momma? Molly had a good question.” Daddy refocuses us. “Well, I feel like I wanna go for a jog but I can’t. A swim would do, but it’s too cold for that anyway. I’m itching to move around, but it still hurts. Not like it did yesterday though. I hate this stupid boot, but I guess it’s helping.” I admit. “Think she’s ready Punkin?” Daddy asks Molly. “Yup! Let’s pick her up Daddy!” Molly says taking my hand. “Uh, Doodlebug… I need a minute with Daddy before I come see my surprise.” I tell my husband. “…, Punkin, can you go put some juice in Mommy’s sippy?” Daddy asks her. “Uh huh!” She nods emphatically. “Daddy… is that a good idea?” I ask insinuating that it isn’t. “Molly is nearly four. She’s practically a grown woman. She can handle it. Rinse out the cup first. K, Punkin?” He looks at her for confirmation. Allen loosens the lid of my Princess Leia sippy cup and sends Molly on to the living room with a loving pat to her diapered butt. I smile knowing that will be in my future too, frankly, I can’t wait! Loving-diaper-swats seems to me to be a heartwarming thing to receive! Well, it will be… you know… when I can walk again. “You know she can reach most everything you can already!” Daddy barbs at me. “What’s the odds this diaper change is going to cost me some clean up in the kitchen?” I ask Daddy… er Allen. I have to stop calling him Daddy in my head at least! “Why?” Cause that’s weird and my real Daddy is gone. I don’t like thinking about him not being around for Molly. “What the hell does Dad have to do with it?” I gap at my own counter thoughts… What the fuck? “No wait, I’m serious. You know who our Dad is.” Sure “You know where our Dad is!” Well, yeah I mean… “We believe we’ll see him again right?” Right “Then quit fucking around! Allen can be our Daddy without taking Dad’s place in our heart. Shit, it’s like finding a whole new way to love Allen. He’s ours!” I’m not fucking around. It’s perfectly natural to… “Enough! You know this whole situation probably says more about you that it does our sweetheart.” I don’t know how to be comfortable. I’m supposed to be a big girl! “Why?” Will you stop Socrates-ing me! “No.” I love Allen as a man. He’s an amazing provider, but I’m better. I don’t need him in that way. “Your right! Finally!” Huh. “You don’t need him to provide for you, but you still WANT to need him. This way will work!” I… Uh… Maybe… “Where did you go there? Anyway, I’m going with 50/50. I think she can do it. The apple juice jug is less than half full. I make her help me with the dishes every time I do them cause I want to pass that chore off sooner than later!” He laughs putting a fresh depends under me before he takes off my wet one. “I’m not likely to pee on ya babe.” I tell Daddy. “That’s Daddy to you Princess.” Daddy corrects. “I guess I’m already thinking of you as Daddy, but it’s sort of weird still. Well, the nick name anyway. I will allow you the privilege of changing my diapers. I will even drink out of a sippy cup for you.” Not that that’s a big sacrifice for me… hehehe “I will try to call you Daddy, but I want a sexy husband not just a Daddy. Oh! Don’t forget my hair. I loved that.” “That’s a terrific start Baby.” Daddy smiles unfastening my diaper. “Your gonna need a bath after playing around outside inside the house.” “I’m excited and terrified what I’m going to find…” I hedge. “Well, it’s not like you can do anything about it, Daddy and Punkin will have to sort it out after all. So there’s no use in getting too worked up over it.” “A girl could get used to this ya know.” I smile at him while he removes the old diaper and wipes me clean. “Don’t forget the oil!” “This isn’t my first rodeo little girl. I got this.” “I know Daddy.” I say suddenly finding myself terribly embarrassed covering my face with my pillow. Saying it out loud on purpose is fucking weird. “We’ll adjust!” Daddy yanks the pillow away, “No hiding from me Princess. I’ll always take care for you. This is what I want.” “What is?” I ask. “I want to make you smile. I like it when you squirm in embarrassment too I think. You supported all of us while I got my degree. I get to design buildings because of you! You’re sort of my hero and my knight in shining armor.” Daddy says lovingly. “I still make more money than you.” I smirk. Allen swats my ass, “I know, and that’s fine with me too. We could get by on my salary alone, but I don’t have to be the primary bread winner to be the Daddy around here.” “Gasp.” I literally say. “There will be no manhandling of this Little Princess!” I scowl. “Well, I don’t think I care for that either.” Daddy admits. “We’ll figure it all out as we go. There’s precedence for this in the internet ya know. Give ya something to read up on tomorrow while you’re all bored. We’ll call it homework.” He nods sagely finishing up my diaper change by snapping my top closed. “I want to do things for you. You do everything around here and work too! I want to brush your hair every night sitting on the sink or whatever. It makes my hart warm to care for you and my other parts of me hard.” Allen hip thrusts the air like Jim Carrey. “Daddy, can I have my Hulk jammies and a white onesie? This blue one won’t go.” I purposefully bat my eyes exaggeratedly. “Of course Baby. Everything for you.” He says dressing me shortly after. What a bold and corny line! “Pfft! You fucking loved it though!” Yeah... I wipe the tear from my eye. He picks me up and we make for the living room. I can’t believe what I’m looking at. Daddy’s recliner is surrounded by some huge ferns from the front yard and some potted trees from the front porch. There is some shallow tupperware containers with dirt and grass in them in front of the chair. They’d even gone as far as pulling up all the blinds and tucking them away so that the corner of the living room is all windows. Daddy had two lamps over there too. One pointing up with a bright light radiating off the ceiling and anther pointed right at the chair. My laptop, phone, and tablet are all sitting next to the recliner safari. They had daisy chained several extension cable and had a couple of surge protectors supplying power to all my stuff. I appear to be set for a good long while. “Wahahahahaha!” I laugh. “Does you like it Mommy?” Molly asks. “Do you like it?” Daddy corrects her. “Do Mommy likes it?” Molly tires. “Better Doodlebug, but not quite there yet. I do like it guys! Where did you get the grass?” I continue to laugh. “We slipped out for the lamps and the home improvement place had some sod samples. I thought it’d be fun to put your toes in the grass.” Daddy laughs shyly. I reach up and kiss his cheek letting him know I approve and that I find everything sweet. Molly tugs us over to his recliner forcing Daddy to put me in the chair. I thoroughly enjoy rubbing the sole of my good foot in the thick carpet of grass, but end up having him turn off the lamp facing me. It is just too much light. “This is amazing guys. Daddy, Doodlebug thank you guys so much!” I gush loving this gesture and enjoying this little bit of outside inside. “Mommy Molly love u pants!” Molly says feeling the flannel green material. “Mommy Smash!” She giggles. “Punkin, where’s Mommy’s sippy?” Daddy says. “I get it!” She says zipping off to grab it. “You go with her Daddy. Make sure there isn’t two messes just this one.” I tell him pushing on his arm. Daddy kisses me and runs off after Molly. I take a deep sniff of the air and sneeze. I giggle at the outside messing with my nose inside my house!
  14. you have a fantastic slate to work from with Julia. She can talk now! How does she feel about the diapers? Is she grateful for Luc's attention or resentful? OMG! what a fun moment when she has to first talk to him about it. Hell, she has to ask for her next change! Then, like you said, she'll have to deal with the dirty ones. Does the demon re-possess her and somewhat reset the diaper counter? Does the demon want this treatment for her own benevolently sinister reasons? How will what the demon's actions in her body affect her mind? will she rebel or retreat?
  15. Good job keeping the story moving and adding details. Then you have a very diaper discrete chapter advancing the plot with just the right salting of reminders that diapers are involved. It's like Julia's situation is running parallel to a cool Japanese Comic about demons. They are touching but adjacent. I love it!
  16. The Diapered Story of Robin Smith and Her Unconventional Solutions. 17. [Allen] Ya ready baby? [Me] No. I wallow in my own self-pity for a good ten minutes after I was done. I pathetically wait until the smell clears. I feel like a tiny little slave to my own emotions. I usually pride myself on my own control of my emotions. [Me] Come get me Daddy. Allen slowly turns the doorknob. The bathroom door needs a bio-hazard sign reading ‘contents under pressure, Health Hazard Class V’. He’s clearly afraid to come in the bathroom. He may not know why I’m so upset, and really how could he, but he is taking the situation seriously, evidence of his love and our growing connection. Every woman who has held a fart until she could excuse herself knows how I feel. It’s mortifying and we are taught to present a certain expected image of mystery in the bathroom and such when we’d rather just let it rip and not apologize. I’m not even saying this is sexist. Girls, we push this on ourselves. Hell, I’d like to just fart and smile at the room raising my hand to claim it, but I’d die. I’d be freaking humiliated. My shoulders slump forward defeated. My head falls back into my hands as the door slowly opens. Two wet tear tracks mar my top. My toes are turned inward too, and I just ooze vulnerability and insecurity. It’s awful and not a body posture that I’m accustomed too, nor one that my husband has ever seen before. “Awe Baby. Are you ready for a new diaper?” Allen asks bending down to hug me. I sniffle into his shoulder, “Yes Daddy.” Fuck it. He can just be my Daddy too. I need the comfort right now, dammit! Shit shouldn’t have this kind of authority over someone! “Come on baby.” He says picking me up palming my bare ass. “Let’s get you all cleaned up and in another diaper.” He laughs patting my butt and kissing my forehead. “I love you Princess.” “I love you to Daddy.” I couldn’t be more embarrassed, so I couldn’t answer out loud. I had cleaned myself up before I let him back in, but you’re never really clean without wet-wipes or a shower. I’m uncomfortable with his big ole fingers so close to my not-totally-sanitized butt crack! I don’t feel clean, so I don’t want him messing around back there. “Uh oh! Daddy wasn’t quick enough Princess.” Daddy says laying me on the bed looking at his hip. From the flat of my back I look up at his shirt. I’d piddled on him, probably when I first got up on his hip. Why!!!!!!!! I grab my phone and turn it horizontal and start my favorite YouTube channel about fish keeping. I settle down into a state of total denial watching someone clean their fish tank and describing their coral, while he gets on with changing me. Nope, my husband didn’t just almost see me mess myself, and I damn sure didn’t just leak on him between here and the pot. Nope. DIDN’T FUCKING HAPPEN! “Time to get Daddy’s Princess a new diaper.” He tells me patting my thigh and kissing my knee. “You know, I’m fine there’s no reason to be upset. I’ll just change clothes and use a wipe. Boom, I’ll be good as new!” “Mmph.” I grunt with no conviction doing my best to crawl into my phone’s screne. “Seriously. I get it baby. I really do. It’s not your fault. I probably should have brought your stuff into the bathroom. I’m still learning here.” He fishes trying to engage me. I ignore him. “Anyway, I don’t see any signs of diaper rash. I think we have a handle on this part anyway. I’m making an executive decision here. We are going to empty out your underwear drawer, at least the bottoms. Besides, we need some place to put your diapers.” Daddy cleans my ass very thoroughly. That act alone starts the restoration of my mood, and I truly appreciate it. He scrubs down the rest of my diaper area taking time to clean my lady bits extra methodically too. He could sense it isn’t a time for sexual play, but that I was responding positively to the attention. Some platonic oil application and a puff of powder later, and I’m all freshly diapered. He comes back to the bed holding the blue velvety onesie with the lace. Seeing the top further lifts my budding good mood. Daddy just continues to talk as if I’m Molly and I continue not paying attention to his words. “Look here Princess it’s your favorite shirt!” He coos inching the white onesie off me. Ignoring him, I slip my arms out one at a time never letting go of the phone, never taking my eyes off the video. He puts some of my roll on deodorant under my arms and slips the blue onesie over my head. “There we are baby. Now it’s time we go do something I think. Early dinner maybe?” He asks the room. I choose not to offer a thought. “We could just stay here. Do you want to just stay in bed Princess?” He asks his first direct question hoping for an answer. I don’t wanna leave the house. I don’t wanna do nothing! “I… Uh… I wanna do nuffin.” I huff skootching up the bed and wallowing around to get comfortable. Daddy tucks me in, “Need a nap do ya baby?” “No.” “Let me go check on Molly then Daddy will be back. Do you want something to drink Princess Mommy?” He asks. “Sweet Tea.” Is all I say. Why am I being such a bitch? I don’t want to be mad. I really don’t want Daddy catching this grief either. OMG! I hate being laid up so bad. He was so good to me last night. I felt so loved. All it took was some shit to turn my good day to poo. That’s ironic… I giggle a bit at the accidental joke. Ok channel that! Find your good mood again. Poo is funny. Poo is funny. Poo is funny. I chant. Molly thinks poo is hilarious. So do boys of all ages. Maybe girls do to until we are conditioned not to? I’m old enough to get over that and think poo is funny! Poo is funny dammit! I laugh again. Why can’t I just let it be funny? It’s the smell isn’t it…! I’m scared Daddy will think less of me. OK, that’s a bit of progress. I can work with that. I don’t want Daddy to think I’m less sexy. If I stink I’m less sexy. ‘You know he probably doesn’t give a shit…’ I chastise myself. ‘It’s not like he cares that you smell like pee. You’re punishing yourself because of your own issues not his.’ Holy Shit! I stink like pee all the time now. Fuck! I bet I’m nose blind to it after almost four years of Molls leaking everywhere. God, I hope he is too! ‘Put on your big girl diapers and just ask him you twat!’ BE NICE! I yell at myself. “Mommy! My commin!” Molly wails racing down the hallway. “Daddy cleaned me up!” How can something so small sound like a herd of elephants?!? My stoney heart melts when my daughter enters our room. Who could stay mad at such a cute kid? She’s almost four and looks like she could start middle school. She’s almost six inches taller than every other kid in the daycare in her class. She could pass for a short nine year old! It’s not like she can wear age appropriate clothes either. So she’s always dressed in hipper pre-teen stuff. Clothes for her age group are too small, my stuff is too big. What a pair we make! It’ll be hard for her to find clothes when the stretchy teenage years get here. Her proportions will be all wrong. “Careful Doodlebug. Don’t get my leg.” I remind her finally releasing my stink-fear based bad mood. “Look both of my Princesses are smiling!” He chimes flopping on his side of the bed. “Mommy we is gonna get some dirt for the bed!” Molly bounces excitedly. “You’re what?” I ask whipping my head around to look at my husband. “You’re gonna take a nap while Molly and I make you a surprise for being such a good patient!” Daddy adds, “We are going to bring some outside inside so you can get out of the house without really doing it!” “How are you doing that?” I ask cautiously. “You’ll see. Now take your medicine. Take a nap and we’ll all spend the afternoon in the inside outside!” Daddy smiles. My momma spider senses are tingling. Whatever is about to happen will be fun, but will leave me or a cleaning service some work… “Wait! Daddy. Wait!” I beg. “Take your meds Baby.” “K.” “Good girl.” “Hey Dad… uh… do I stink? Ya know… like pee. Do I smell? I don’t want to smell. That would be…” “Easy Baby. Sometimes. Sometimes I smell you, but only if you aren’t wearing any perfume and you’ve wet heavy and usually after I take your diaper off. Then I’m probably smelling your diaper not you because I don’t smell pee at all when you are rediapered.” “Uh….” “Listen Robin. I love you. I appreciate all this. I’m having a blast helping you. Let me. I promise not to let you embarrass yourself.” “Really?” “It’s Daddy’s job Baby. I won’t let you embarrass yourself with your friends or coworkers. And if you smell too bad to me, well, that’s my fault and I’ll just fix it. I don’t have to smell you if it bothers me cause I can just clean you up!” Daddy says cheerfully. “Really, Really?” I feel a bit of hope rising in my tired upset heart. “Really, Really Baby. Once you are all healed up, I’ll never stop you from changing yourself any more than I have ever stopped you from going potty. It’ll still be my job, but if we don’t see eye to eye one when it needs to happen, or if I’m busy and can’t get to it when you want, you’ll be welcome to change yourself.” “Really?” “Little short on words aren’t ya Baby?” “Yeah. This is all so fun and weird and scary. I don’t want to turn you off Daddy. I want to excite you.” “Well, you do Baby even now. Oil… grown up Baby bits… Daddy’s hands… oh yeah, I’m in a good place Princess. You’ve made me super happy. I like this too. Yes it’s fun. Of course it’s weird. I don’t find it to scary, but it’s not my diapered butt on the line so you’ll just have to forgive me that one.” Daddy pulls me half up for a big hug and a romantic kiss before lowering me to the bed and tucking me in. He leaves the room and I start to worry about inside-outside while he walks off muttering softly. “Wonder if she’ll sleep with one of Molly’s stuffed animals… or a pacifier. I’m such a freak…” He chuckles walking out of the room.
  17. Well, the Woes did. I had a 20 page outline and wrote over 2 books worth. U2 has been more structured cause the characters didn't live so full in my mind. I have to re read quite a bit to find their voices where Maddie and Co almost wrote their own epic.
  18. Don't burn yourself out! Take some time... We can at least pretend to be patient! I like that Luc hit his enough-shit-o-meter! It was a good and natural way in your story to let the demon tease us some info and prove she's not a raging she-bitch-of-doom.
  19. The Diapered Story of Robin Smith and Her Unconventional Solutions. 16. “It was the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt!” I sigh in happy disbelief. “I want to do that again later, but I need you in me babe.” I sigh grinding my hips against the fresh diaper enjoying the friction on my crotch. “Soon baby, soon.” Allen promises patting my diapered pussy. “I’ll be glad when she’s old enough to be left unattended…” He laughs. Allen cleans his hands and folds up the bath towel. He throws it on the floor next to the bed kicking it out of the way. Allen finishes my change fastening my snaps and tugging some running shorts up my legs. I have him tug some knee socks up my legs and we deposit me in the living room my boot securing my injury. Strapping and Un-strapping the boot adds time, but doesn’t hurt as much today. I’m left feeling empty and aching for my husband to fill me. Sunday’s are lounging days at our house, and they usually include at least one church service, Church doesn’t seem super likely for a few weeks. Allen brings me a couple pieces of toast and some orange juice in my Leia sippy cup. I wouldn’t have asked for it again, but frankly it wasn’t much different than the pull top sports bottles I drink from normally. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself. Self-justification is the key to happiness! I think smiling into the cup. Maybe a bit of denial as a topping. While I eat my breakfast, I decide that the best way to handle my ‘Molly-knows-I’m-diapered’ situation is to ignore it. There’s no need in calling attention to my situation by talking about it. Allen has set a fine example of minimizing everything. He just talked it through and kept going making it a non-thing. The more I think about it. The more I’m convinced that it’s the best way to handle this. Maybe when she’s older I won’t have to hide. Not that I’ll ever flaunt it, but glimpses of my diapers could be like seeing me in my panties. Not common, but not unusual either. Maybe if they are ‘no-big-deal’ here and there while she’s little, then she can find a little bit of peace with her situation. You know by absorption. ‘It’s just normal at my house.’ We don’t have to explicitly talk about my diapers. Best thing would be if she suddenly got a hold on her toddler sized digestive system, maybe she wouldn’t need details later... God I hope she’s not like one of those dog breeds you breed for size or something and they get those desired traits, but suffer health complications because of it. I know Allen’s back and knees bother him sometimes cause he so big. Hopefully Molly won’t be so tall that it’s hard on her. I think finding myself biting at my thumbnail. “That’s not a good example there Mommy.” Allen says quietly. “Huh?” I say confused looking over at him. “Get your thumb out of your mouth baby. I don’t want to start Molly all over again.” He insists. “You know how hard it is for me not to chew my nails Babe.” “I do know,” he says at normal tone. Then whispers “Princess Mommy” “But Molly stopped sucking her thumb like a big girl. You should too.” A mischievous smile creeps across his face. All I can think to say is an angry “Grah!” at him. “Uh huh. Sounds about right.” Allen pushes. “Molls, will you bring Mommy’s Tupperware with her” Shit why is that so hard! “With MY fingernail clippers and stuff? It’s over by Daddy’s recliner.” I ask. Pronouns woman, Pronouns! Why can’t I break out of third person with her? I wet my diaper on purpose simply enjoying the feeling, just a bit mind you. Molly is in the room after all and there’s no need for a hissing sound being helpfully pointed out. Relaxed from the newly released pressure on my bladder, I lose my battle with the morning dose of pain pills. I notice that I don’t feel so floaty this time, but I definitely feel like nodding off. Maybe Allen is right and I won’t go all ‘pink-elephant’ every time I take the pain pills. I just need to get used to them. I wake around noon after a nice little nap. I Hear Allen whisper scream at Molly to be quiet cause I’m sleeping. I smile into the pillow I’m drooling on and give the nod to my bladder to do its thing. Molly normal screams back. “Quiet Daddy Mommy’s sweeping!” She makes a cute Shhh face with her fat fingers. “Yeah Daddy! I’m sleeping! Be quiet!” I whisper scream at both of them. “Molly.” Allen drags out her name shaking his head. “She didn’t wake me. Neither of you did. I don’t sleep very deeply with those pain pills.” I tell him. “I did last night though. That’s weird.” I remember. “Cause I spiked your pills and slipped you two Benadryl and a melatonin. You are such a light weight with allergy meds, I figured they’d help you smooth out the pain pills for sleeping. You were out forever so I guess I was right?” He asks. “I don’t think I moved all night. I thought it was cause of the boot, but it was prolly the Benadryl.” I admit. “Well, I know what you’re taking tonight too! Well, after stuff and things.” Our code words for naked mattress quality testing. “I’m really looking forward to more stuff, and the things I have planned are going to be awesome!” I flirt. I’m just glad Allen got me off earlier. I’d have gone crazy today if Molly had come back to the bedroom before I got through. Poor Allen. [Me] *poop emoji* [Allen] I’ll check her. [Me] No… But he is already up turning Molly upside down in midair. He makes a production out of sniffing her butt. Shaking his head he flips her around and peeks in her jeans in her diaper. He tickles Molly and throws her softly into the recliner while she giggles like a silly little girl. “Baby, she’s fine.” “I gotta go Daddy!” I ham it up with a little girl voice and reach my hand around to my backside. “How are we going to do that? I’ll change you if you want?” Allen says thinking out loud. I type angrily [Me] I’m not shitting myself! [Allen] What happens if you have to go and I’m not here? [Me] I’ll hold it fucking DUH! [Allen] Baby! You never get a lot of notice about bathroom events. He’s right there. Some people get a constitutional schedule way ahead of time. ‘Ma’am you have an appointment with Porcelain at approximately 3 pm today. I’ve blocked off your schedule for thirty minutes.’ Others get the memo a few hours early ‘Ma’am you’ll have an unscheduled visit with the gastro-manager in his office for ten minutes in a couple hours.’ I get the crazy intern dragging me off to an emergency meeting of the ‘no-embarrassing-dry-cleaning-committee’. She flies into the room where I’m at and immediately drags me off to the closest lavatory without thought to gender or cleanliness. ‘Sorry lady. I was supposed to call ya, but I was playing with my phone and forgot. Hurry! You’re going to be late.’ My body tells me. Still, I wasn’t about to just sit here and shit myself! Just like I told Allen. Nope. Not going to happen! There have been to many peaking turtle situations in my lifetime to let this happen on purpose. Leaky pipes were one thing, but shitting my diaper is a whole other monster. [Me] Daddy’s Diaper Service doesn’t want any part of day old pizza, Babe. Just drop me off at the toilet… please! I’ll go on my own if you don’t take me. [Allen] you’d probably *poop emoji* yourself getting there… [Me] better to mess trying not to and in pain, than mess on purpose. It’s avoidable and disgusting. I fucking wish I didn’t do it in the first place! Liquid waste I can deal with. God he just doesn’t understand. I give him the look of death. The look that peels the wallpaper behind him and causes dogs to cry while birds fall from the sky. I have to stare him down for a solid two minutes before whatever hair brained ideas he has shake loose and he sees the situation for what it is. I’m not losing this argument. I will be delivered or I’ll hurt myself trying to get there on my own. Should have gotten those fucking crutches! If an orderly didn’t help me to the toilet, they’d at least have brought me a fucking bedpan. Then I wouldn’t have to sit in my waste. Nope not having any of it. Allen will not see me with a dirty diaper. Not like that! “Punkin lets go change you into a new diaper and we’ll start you a movie in your room. I want you to lay down for a bit OK?” Allen says taking her from the room carefully avoiding the hated nap word. He’s not gone for long, but it is long enough. I can feel my mess getting closer to freedom. I’m so angry and scared and embarrassed that I’m crying with anger. I squeeze pinch and wiggle trying to ride out the cramp that is leading a biological jail break. Finally, the cramp passes and I work on standing up. I have to hold still again as another cramp rides my body, but I am determined to make it. I reach out with my hands to grab the couch keeping all pressure off my leg. I try to hop a few steps holding my boot off the ground. It hurts horribly. Just as I’m about to lie down and roll to the bathroom, Allen finally comes back out. Thank God, but I’d have rolled if I had too. “What the hell are you doing baby?” Allen asks sounding insulted. “What I promised. Shut up and hurry!” I promise pain with my eyes. Forgotten is the promise of physical love, I bury it under rage at the circumstances. Allen scoops me up and rushes me to the guest bathroom. He sits me on the toilet while I scramble for my diaper’s tapes. I freeze clinching every muscle in my body fighting the intestinal cramp. I fight the exiting waste holding it just between my cheeks. Because I’m a willful woman, I am master my own body and hold back the impending doom by sheer will power. As soon as the cramp passes, I rip off the diapers tapes. I hold my hand out for Allen and we lift me enough to yank the diaper free. “Leave now!” I insist with voice, body language, and mind. Allen leaves without looking back fumbling with the lights to turn on the vent as he goes. I don’t know why, but I cry into my hands while I do what I came in here for.
  20. On it boss. Fu(king autocorrect and my natural lack of spelling ability!
  21. The Diapered Story of Robin Smith and Her Unconventional Solutions. 15. “Ya Daddy, you’re like amazing.” I say sarcastically. “That’s more than once you’ve called me Daddy without Molly around. I thought you didn’t like that stuff?” He asks with a shit-eating grin spreading across his face. “Stop changing the subject!” I huff pissed at not catching myself before I called him Daddy again. “We’ll help Molly by teaching her about herself.” I say diving into this critical conversation and ignoring the one Allen’s trying to start. “We give her information and emotional support. You know, hide nothing explain everything. We tell her what’s wrong and we don’t sugar coat it. Hell, it may even be easier on her in her teens, if the wetting goes on that long, if we are open early and she can assimilate it.” Deciding I was right even as I talk it out with Allen. “That could work, but I have concerns. Like you’ll have to tell me when you’re doing it and show me how. But, I don’t want her on America’s Got Talent singing like a drunk frog thinking she’s amazing cause we told her she was for years. Those sad souls. Their parents done them wrong baby. I don’t want to do her wrong baby, on anything. If she’s good at something, I’m more than happy to talk up her confidence. But, if she sucks, I don’t want to give her false praise. Ya know what I mean?” “Yeah babe, I get ya. I guess you can go overboard on anything.” I admit. “Good advice though Princess. I think you might be on to something.” “Thanks Daddy. I… er… dammit! Allen I mean. It’s the meds.” I insist. “I’m sure it is baby.” Allen pats me, “You can call me Daddy anytime you want. It’s uh… it’s sort of hot. I was just poking fun at you though. I don’t want to piss you off.” “Well, don’t make fun of me Allen. I’m a fragile creature, a delicate Little Lady as mom would say.” I giggle tugging the covers up and lugging my leg over where I could lay on my side and watch Allen come and go. He runs through his bathroom routine while I play on my phone. The longer he is in there, the more doped up I become. I have to bring the phone closer and closer to my eyes to see the display. Eventually, I crash just after sending him a text. [Me] What about tomorrow? Are you going to work? [Allen] Nah. You need me. Monday though… I’ll have to. I don’t see that reply till much later the next day when I wake up. I think I felt the covers move and the bed bounce as my husband came to bed, but I can’t be sure. I sort of remember loosening my grip on my phone as Allen peeled it from my sleepy fingers. Then I don’t remember anything else, the meds take me. I don’t toss and turn like I had when I’d napped earlier. In fact, I sleep soundly all night. I wake up Sunday mid-morning to Molly pouncing on my bed. Allen’s right behind her yelling at her not to hurt me. He snags her around the belly yanking her off the bed before she can fall on my leg. What? Who? Where? What the hell time is it? “Oomph!” God I’m sore. Must have slept in the same position all night. Damn. “That was a close one!” He sighs. “Punkin, I told ya. Mommy’s leg hurts. Remember it has that big ole plastic thing on it.” “Sorry Mommy!” Molly says contritely. “Let me show you Molly.” Allen says yanking my covers back. “See Mommy’s leg Punkin. It’s hurt, and has that big plastic thing on it so it won’t get hurt more. You have to treat Mommy’s leg like it’s one of her glass turtles. You don’t want to break her!” Allen tells her. Neither of us really understand that he’s exposed my onesie covered diapered butt, not that I was awake enough to be concerned yet. It’s early. I’m still mentally foggy from such a hard drug induced sleep. Allen isn’t used to me wearing diapers yet either. He is fully distracted by trying to save my leg and teaching Molly to stay off of it. All of this distracts him from what he had uncovered. Suddenly, I feel a draft on my exposed hip flesh where my hipster panties usually sit. While I was puzzling out the reason for that, Molly cheerfully offers a solution to my confusion. “Mommy’s wet.” She says simply. “Oh, FU” I start. “YES” Allen yells cutting off my profanity, “I’ll change her in a minute. We were just coming in here to see how Mommy’s feeling and give her her medicine.” Allen says as if everything in the world is normal and my toddler pointing out my wet diaper is a standard every day situation. “Mommy how’s ya feelin?” Molly asks seeming to accept the normality of my diapered situation. “Don’t know Doodlebug. I just woke up, but hand me my Princess Leia baby. Daddy got me some water last night. I can use it to swallow those pills.” I tell her pointing at the cup. “Dats my cup!” Molly smiles handing it to me. “Can we share Molls?” I ask. “Yes.” She nods importantly clearly glad to be helping me. Molly hands me the cup and Allen hands me a few less pills than he had last night. I throw the blanket back over me uncertain if I’m ready to get out of bed, but knowing I don’t want to face my daughter yet. So, I lay there mortified. In three days, Molly had caught me diapered twice. Apparently, I suck at keeping this a secret! “Princess, why don’t you go out into the living room and work on your reading on the tablet? I need to talk to Mommy.” Allen directs her to the other room. “K Daddy.” She says trotting off amiably. “Allen! We weren’t going to… You know I don’t want her… I need it to be just for us. This isn’t going to work… Soon as I can walk, I’m done. Good thing you didn’t burn the underwear drawer.” I try for a joke amid my stuttering. “Princess Mommy that’s enough!” Allen barks strongly but in a whisper voice having none of my nonsense. “You are most certainly not done. That’s my butt to cover now. We already agreed, and I’m covering it in a nice warm diaper! You are just too worked up baby. Relax, just let Daddy change you. You’ll feel better in a clean diaper. Besides, you need to show Molly right. Confidence and self-esteem right and all that? Seems like a good time to me. Best thing for both of ya is to just embrace it and not worry about it. I don’t have to tell you it’s a little off center, but we can explain it to Molly.” “But I said I wasn’t doing this for her. That’s what she’s going to think, and I still don’t want to do this openly. I have no intention to come out about my diapers to Molly or anyone else. I’m quite happy in my closet thank you!” I counter. It doesn’t matter much because he just kisses my forehead and starts getting my supplies in order. So, I stop talking and pay a bit of attention to the point he was trying to make. He’s right in a way. I still don’t believe this is something to share with Molly, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t a good opportunity to teach. Any moment in life can be teachable. While I’m pondering turning lemons into lemonade, Allen gets to work changing me. Allen stands between my shins and picks my legs up cradling them under his arms. He swings me around perpendicular on our bed tugging my ass over to the edge. Carefully, he drops my feet to the wooden frame of the bed that the mattress sits in. This is one of our favorite positions to make love in I note. It’s just another way that my diapers remind me of our own sex life. He bends to unsnap the crotch of my top while I grab my phone and start looking over facebook. I’m determined to do my damnedest to ignore everything going on down there. My husband untapes my diaper’s four tabs then tugs it out from under me. He rolls it up and tapes it into a ball of childish plastic and urine about the size of both my fists. He drops the used ball on the bed next to me and I watch under my phone as it rolls against my hip. He puffs air out of his cheeks and moves it further away so the used diaper won’t chase me. Allen takes a few wipes and cleans everywhere under my diaper. I just soak in the lives of my friends and family on my phone totally detached from what’s happening at my waist. He drapes the wipes across the bundled up diaper and sanitizes his hands. Allen hits the bathroom emerging with my towel from last night. “Baby, Daddy forgot the towel! He was going to make a powdery mess all over our bed! How silly.” How silly indeed, you goofy ass man. I thought continuing to ignore his work. Which seems to be fine because he continues to ignore me too saying, “Alright all clean, bed protected, diapering supplies on hand. Ready to rock and roll here Princess.” He continues to talk to himself and I continue to ignore him. Well, I was able to for a while. Then the oil comes out. Suddenly, Allen’s slick hands start massaging high on my right thigh. Immediately, I’m excited and lose all interest in my phone but continue to use it to hide behind. He never massages me! First brushing my hair, and now this. Oh this is nice… fucking nice. I coo to myself. I don’t care what the fuck he calls himself. Suddenly, I don’t care what I call him either. Suddenly, my diapers are framed very squarely in the adult category! Suddenly, it all seems so manageable. Suddenly, I HATE this boot. Suddenly I need to feel Allen in me and can’t act on it with Molly awake. I’m even a little pissed because I want to ravish my husband with her around. His oily hands head north up my leg past the crease in my hip distracting me from my negative thoughts. I can feel every flexing tendon in his hands through his fingers. I press hard into the bed lifting my butt up off the towel giving him access to my ass. If it weren’t for the damn boot, I’d roll over and let him have his way with my ass cheeks. Allen reaches underneath me oiling up my ass. It’s not totally necessary, but it’s one of the most amazing things I’ve ever felt. Moans escape me. Sensations start heating up my core as dampness seeps into our world. Allen switches to my other thigh and butt cheek. It feels marvelous. Tingles jump from my dampness to my ass spreading out along his fingers in tiny arcs. I’ve always loved Allen and our sex life, but it never was very adventurous. This situation, the diapers and the oil and the massage, it’s all staggering. It feels so good that I start extracting promises from myself. I won’t give up any of this! I will encourage Allen’s massages! I will just have to figure out the Molly situation as we go and plow on. I deserve it and so does Allen! While I was vowing to make sure that this would happen over and over again, Allen presses his advantage. His magical fingers glide up my folds brushing my clit. I shiver and would have jumped out the bed if it weren’t for my boot anchor. Allen chuckles, “Still like your diapers baby?” “Love em!” I chuff. “Thought you might. For the record this is fucking hot. I’m going to close the door and come right back. You don’t have long. You’ll have to be quick. Uh… think about bikinis and shit. Molly’ll destroy something once the tablet loses her attention.” “I’ll figure something out, just hurry Daddy.” I plead trying not to think about the toothpaste on the bathroom wall incident, or the petroleum jelly all over her changing table and closet doors, or... “This is working for you huh?” Allen asks penetrating me with his finger and settling into a rhythm with his thumb on my button. Predictably, Molly’s messes slip my mind entirely. Allen rushes to the living room. I can just make out their talking. When he comes back I see he has the Leia cup. Good excuse sexy! I praise him. “Told her you needed something more to drink to finish your pills. I started kids YouTube. She’ll be watching other people play for a bit. I bought you some time. Didn’t cool of too much did ya?” Allen asks me with a delicious smile on his face. I respond by wiggling my shaven shiny pelvis at him crinkling the diaper underneath me. He attacks me with no hesitation. He follows our normal patterns, but it’s so much more today. The diapers, the oil, the rush, the exposure cumulates into a mind blowing orgasm that races up my spine causing me to bark and jerk. I smother myself in a pillow screaming out my happiness while wincing in pain. I’d hit my leg on the bed when I got off. Allen has me diapered before my tremors ease. “That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen!” Allen whispers in my ear and plants a fatherly kiss on my forehead.
  22. I like the detail pacing. I think Luc is doing an admirable job of not freaking the !@(% out!
  23. Well, firstly... Welcome to the Deep End of the Pool. Nice first entry! I'm intrigued. I had a lot of fun reading that and I'm looking forward to more.
  24. The Diapered Story of Robin Smith and Her Unconventional Solutions. 14. “Why don’t we retreat to your changing room Princess? Daddy will get you all cleaned up.” Allen tells me in third person just as he would have Molly. My hubby is really getting into this. I may need to do some research while I’m laid up. It’s simultaneously a turn on and a turn off for me. Isn’t that awesomely contradictory! I really don’t want to be a toddler like my daughter, especially not with her. It all feels heavy… too much… too scary. At the same time, it’s super fucking sexy that Allen wants to look after me, and he isn’t the only one who likes the whole groin oil application! Ugh! This is so confusing… ‘No one said you’d figure it all out in a weekend ya twat!’ I know! ‘Then just relax. Watch Molly. Be discrete and enjoy your husband’s attentions.’ Stop fucking bossing me around! ‘YOUR ARGUING WITH YOURSELF ya twat!’ As amusing as arguing with myself is, I can’t figure out why am I being so hard on myself? My cheeks must be a dark expressive shade of red by now. I can feel the heat in the tips of my ears too. No way I’m not blushing like crazy right now! I don’t usually experience such turmoil. In fact, I’m sort of impulsive and decisive. I may go all in on stuff (and maybe a little overboard), but it’s from a source of impulse and deep commitment. Once I make up my mind, it often takes an act of God to change it. Shhh… I might be stubborn. “Daddy, better do a good job… this Mommy will be watching.” I say sarcastically at first and more determined on the end. “Oh Daddy has been changing Princess Diapers for years. I’ll get your cutey lil booty all dry soon enough. Don’t get cranky.” He swats playfully at my ass. Here I go getting pissed off and turned on at the same time again. Why am I feeling so split over this? “I’m starting to hurt Allen. Get this fucking boat anchor settled and be careful with it. Can I have my pills?” I sigh. “Still got a bottle of water by the bed?” He asks. “Don’t think so.” I tell him looking around. “Well, since you don’t need to potty we could skip the bathroom. Oh… nope need to brush your teeth and hair little girl.” “Allen, can I just have the meds, we can worry about the rest tomorrow.” I plead. “No baby. I’ll sit you on the sink and you can do your teeth from there. I’ll brush your hair for you. Then we’ll get you cleaned up and I’ll get you something to drink for your meds.” Allen plans out loud. “God that’s forever!” I whine finding it easy to take on the most aggravating side of Molly’s toddlerhood. “Princess, the only thing different from every other night is me brushing your hair, which saves time by the way, and your diaper change. Your diaper changes are my responsibility at home, but I guess you can have your pills straight after you brush your teeth though.” He nods. “Thanks babe.” I take the offered carrot. “Daddy always takes care of his Princesses.” Allen tells me kissing my forehead. Allen sits me on the kitchen sink and I turn letting my legs dangle down onto the toilet. I brush my teeth as Allen starts brushing out my hair. He’s never really done this before and it feels amazing! I dampen over this unreasonably romantic act. Then the duplicity of my feelings show as my eyes tear up. Ok, I really really really like him brushing my hair. Like every night for like forever! Why the hell is this so erotic and heartwarming? “You’re hired!” I try to giggle around the energy in my diaper and the tears welling up in my eyes. “I already have a full time job bringing home some bacon, and I have a full time Daddy job for my Princesses. What other job could I possibly need?” “Well, maybe not a new job… consider it a new job duty on an existing job.” I finally really giggle. “What baby?” “If you’re in charge of my diapers now… I’m going to add brushing my hair out as your job too, at least at night.” I instruct. “I don’t know. I mean I know what I get out of playing with your diapers, but what do I get out of playing with your hair?” He asks. I bite my thumbnail, “I don’t know, but it makes me super happy.” Then I look him in the eye, “Happy in my diaper too.” “Wonder why?” He ponders out loud. “I don’t know babe. I know how warm and nurturing I find it as a Mom to brush out Molls hair. I can’t really explain how happy this makes me when you brush mine. I just feel warm everywhere. I feel like it makes my body and heart smile.” I say twisting my hands in my lap with my toothbrush hanging out of my mouth little bits of toothpaste spittle flying everywhere. The awkward angle makes it hard to spit out my mouthful of saliva and toothpaste. I end up getting some on my top. Boobs are hard to dodge when you can’t bend past them, and I’ve always sucked at spitting. Mom would hate even the idea I spit, even in this appropriate situation. Allen laughs and dabs my top with some toilet paper. I glare the bib comment right out of his mind before it can fall out of his face. Allen cups some water in his hand and brings it to my face. I slurp it out rinsing my mouth a few times. I manage not to get anything new on my onesie. I run a facewipe over my face and apply my moisturizers to my face and hands. Allen’s correct. This is my normal routine, the last bit being tithing some time to the porcelain alter. Instead, I release what little tea I have left in me into my thirsty diaper. I can feel the urine pass my lips and the heat around my crotch as it absorbs into the padding. “Did my Princess just make Daddy some work?” Allen coos. “Nothing you weren’t already going to have to do. I just topped it off.” I hedge. “Then let me get my Princess all cleaned up.” “Hey! Pills first.” “Alright. You stay here and brush your hair out some more. I’m I sure didn’t get it right.” Allen tells me leaving me stranded on the sink my feet still on the rim of our toilet. He’s right, again. While it had felt amazing, he’d need some more training to take over that duty entirely. I go through my normal hair routine while Allen’s getting my meds and something to drink. OMG! I don’t have to watch my liquids anymore! Holy shit, I hadn’t even thought of that! I can wake up and take a drink any time I want now. No more feeling thirsty all the time. No more strong pee smell cause I’m sort of dehydrated! This just keeps getting better! I push a bit to see if I have any more tea to donate to the collection, but the only offering I have is a pizza fart. I reach over and turn on the bathroom vent cause it was a foul one. I chuckle to myself and then feel a sudden sense of anxiety to cover it up. I NEVER stink in front of Allen. We’ve been married for several years and have a nearly four year old daughter and I can’t recall a single time I’ve made wind in front of Allen. I hold my stools until he’s not around or settled somewhere with Molly. Then I bust loose before a shower and vent the air and kill the smell with air fresheners. If guys only knew how much work it takes to be beautiful and mysterious and sexy all the time! Sometimes I just want to wake up scratch myself and fart! Is that too much to ask? I want to sniff my pits to judge if I need an immediate shower and smell test my clothes before I throw on something loose and probably off the floor. I don’t judge guys who embrace life, but I do envy them. Allen probably wouldn’t care that much, but God, mom would kill me then kill herself just so she could roll over in her fresh grave if she caught me sniffing clothes off the floor. “That’s not how girls do it sweety pie!” over and over again. “No sweatpants in public. Little ladies don’t sit with their legs open sweety pie.” “Oh honey, girls don’t make wind except in the bathroom.” Guess what mom! Your daughter is a really Little Lady now. I think grabbing my diapered crotch and crinkling it laughing out loud in the bathroom to no one but my own thoughts. “What’s so funny?” Allen asks returning catching me laughing to myself. I look over and see him standing there with both hands full. One is closed. I presume holding pills. The other has one of Molly’s large Princess Leia sippy cups. It’s a big white thing with handles made from the buns in her hair. I secretly love that damn cup. I secretly love Star Wars, but I don’t let on cause I don’t love it like Allen does and he’d “need” me to. Fuck! Maybe that’s peer pressure too. Don’t like that it’s for boys. Girls shouldn’t be into nerdy stuff. Go paint your fingernails sweety pie. Argh! Momma I love you, but damn! “Oh little lady no. Here aren’t you sure you’d rather have a Betsy Wetsy for Christmas. Put that sword down.” I shouldn’t be so hard on mom. She was just trying to keep the other girls from making fun of me. The sad part is they’d found a reason anyway. Dammit! Maybe that’s why I’m so freaking assertive and impulsive. I just like going with my gut. I have less regret that way. All that ridicule as a young girl beat the wishy washy out of me. God why are we so cruel to each other. I mean I can appreciate my position in life. I even have Allen as my husband thanks to what I’ve suffered and conquered… but is it really necessary? Could I have been who I am now without it all? Are all children doomed to bear the burden of bullying in some fashion? Can we not rise above that as a species? Is this what defines us as a species. Honing us through conflict and recovery. Shit that took a dark turn! Better grab my diapered crotch and just be thankful for what I have. I’ll teach Molly to be strong enough to endure it all too. She can stay who she wants to be. That’s the trick I think. I can’t make them stop. I can’t save her from all of it. I CAN teach her to be happy with herself and not let her self-worth be determined by others. Daddy and I can fill up her self-esteem until she can fill it for herself! Did I just fucking think of Allen as Daddy? So confusing! It’s because I was thinking of Molly surely. We call each other Daddy and Mommy for her, but I was stopping that just yesterday. Just… Well, shit… “Baby, where did you go?” Allen asks. “Dark places Daddy. Don’t dive the depths of a woman’s mind you Man Thing! You’ll drown.” I stare at him. “Come here. I need to give you a hug.” He tells me. Smart man. Not a time for jokes or pretending that I’m weak. Well played husband, well played. Too bad those pills will put me in a restless sleep. His behavior tonight has made me more than a little horney. “I’ll hug you Allen. Thanks for all this.” I tell him embracing his hug and relishing in it. “I had been drifting. I’m worried about Molly being stuck like this too. I KNOW I’m not doing anything at her expense and I won’t tell her I’m wearing diapers because she has to, but the kids will be so hard on her.” “I think about that every day baby. It terrifies me.” Allen says. “Why would you be scared?” “The look in her eyes. The rage I’ll have. The desire I’ll crave to fix it for her and not be able to. I’m worried about all that too.” Allen admits popping the pills in my mouth. I take the Leia sippy cup that’s as big as a real glass from Allen. I tug on the protrusion at the top and pull enough water to swallow the pill. I’d thrown Allen an eyebrow but kept the peace by accepting the childish cup without further complaint. “Time to get you cleaned up and off to bed before the pink elephants come for my Princess.” Allen teases. While he’s changing me I say, “You know, before these meds kick in and I make America’s Funniest Videos with the stupid shit I’m gonna say, we can help her. We can minimize the drama. We can’t FIX it, but we can help.” “How.” “Well, yup. Rub that oil in right… oh! Nice. Tomorrow you’ll have to rub that in better.” “Molly baby. How do we help her? She’s at least probably going to start school in diapers.” Allen says. “Probably. Sorry, that was a good spot for your fingers and baby oil! Uh… Listen. It’s all about how she sees herself. How she sees us respond to pressure. How we get along with each other and the world around us. I’m going to do better. I’ll draw back the road rage.” I commit. “I’m practically perfect. What am I supposed to do?” Allen asks.
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