Skara

I have a few suggestions. If it was my cover, I would centre the title on the blue background, and change the colour of the yellow-brown slightly to make it more like bronze. I like the general layout, though I would make more room for the picture in the middle. I might also do something to subdue the picture's colours slightly or make them cohere with the blue and yellow scheme more smoothly. Just some thoughts, hope it helps.

Interesting feedback, Bonsai. I do write when the inspiration strikes, it's hard to stay interested in them when not in the mood. I explore themes that I care about at the time of writing. I am not really trying to do much with these short stories, just doing what feels fun. I figure there's no harm sharing them when I am done with them, but they are casual indulgences for me and that's about it.

I was in my early twenties, bone thin, and weak. She was a few years older than me, and pretty physically fit. She was going out with me, but as the weeks passed, I began to wonder more and more why she was bothering with me. Maybe it was to tease me, but I didn't care. I was desperate, and she was giving me the attention I craved. "I think it's hilarious that you need a diaper," she teased. After she found out I was in diapers for an overactive bladder, she wouldn't let it go. I had come to expect comments like this. I still felt like I had a chance with her, I was naïve. What was to come next really changed all of that. "It takes a lot of strength to go through what I have been going through," I replied meekly, not really convinced myself of what I was saying. Without warning she grabbed my bare body and easily pinned me onto the bed. She took down my shorts, revealing my disposable underwear. With a few painful tugs, she soon had my shirt off as well. "Agh! You're hurting me--stop! Pleas..." "Only if you admit you're a pants wetting baby," She teased from somewhere behind my head, pinned to the mattress. I noticed then that the weight of her body on my lower abdomen was causing me to wet my diaper helplessly. "I give in--okay! I'm a pants wetting baby!" I cried. She took her weight off of me and lifted me up, so I was sitting in front of her on the bed. She didn't let go of me, keeping me close to her. Her skin was very warm. "There, better?" She asked. "Yeah," I replied anxiously. "Looks like you used the diaper again," she looked down at my soggy underpants and then into my eyes disappointedly. She shook her head slowly and closed her eyes. I didn't know what to say, I was too ashamed and afraid of her. I looked down at her crotch in red spandex shorts, because she was in front of my gaze. "You can't even control your little pee-er, and you want me to be your first time?" She said with sass. "It's--" "I know you want me desperately, don't lie." I felt an urge to pee and decided to let it gush out into my diaper without fighting it. She knew my bladder control was weak, what use was resisting any longer if I was in a diaper anyway? "You are beautiful," I gushed. "Well, maybe we can get you there someday, but first you need a potty training schedule..." She trailed off, placing her hand on my squishy diaper. Without a word she began to rub delicately and rhythmically, making soft mushy crinkle sounds. "Can you get an erection, or is that function gone too?" Soon I was a little bit aroused, but it was still fairly limp. I was a bit nervous to be in the presence of this woman. She was tough and clearly had control over the situation right now. Something about her natural scent made me feel afraid and like I needed to pee. Soon after she began rubbing, my erection was disappearing, only to be replaced by fresh gushes of warm pee, which were making an already sad diaper even more yellow. "Really?" She teased. "You poor thing." Before long she changed me into a clean diaper for bedtime. I couldn't sleep well that night beside her panties-clad bottom, as my back was pretty sore from where she had placed her weight on me. I really wished I could have had a good, masculine arousal going that would touch her panties. Maybe I could gently wake her, and we could get busy. Sadly the situation was so much different. Here I was surrounded by the diaper she'd put me in so I wouldn't pee on her in the night, and I had already gave in to bladder pressure and used it. As I reflected in silence, the urge to pee began to rise again. My crotch grew warm again and I held onto my girlfriend for comfort. I just wished she would hold me and not tease me anymore.

When I woke in the morning, Ms. Yang was in my room quietly putting up a picture frame on the far wall. I yawned, and she noticed I was awake. "How was your sleep? Good?" "Yeah, the best." I replied with another yawn. "Wait a moment, I have to get something for you," she said before exiting the room. Before long she'd returned with what looked like a bottle of baby powder, and some wipes, along with a new pair of sweat pants. "You peed, but you don't need to shower, it's fine--I can clean you." I laid back without protest as she began to pull my blanket off. It was chilly, and I shivered. Almost immediately she laid the blanket back over top of me again and I reveled in the warmth. She guided me into sitting up against the wall on the bed, and she piled the blankets on top of me before getting back to work accessing my diaper. I lifted up so both pairs of shorts could be slid down to my ankles. It was at this point that I got my first glimpse of the diaper I was in. There was a heavy sag in the front area, which was deeply stained with pee. Seeing the yellowed but not uncomfortable fabric reminded my bladder that it wanted to go. I released in the diaper again as Ms. Yang was putting baby powder in an open brief she grabbed from under my bed. Wait, what? "Am I in another one?" I asked. "Yes, but don't worry. It's only temporary." She cooed, while simultaneously being quietly commanding. I allowed her to begin changing my dirty diaper. She looked at me funny for a moment, before squishing the fabric around my private parts gently. "You peed again, didn't you?" Ms. Yang asked, eyeing me quizzically. "I did, I'm sorry," I replied. She must have noticed how warm the brief was. "I was wearing one anyway, right?" "Mmm. That's good, not a problem," She replied, smiling. She held me as she slid the clean diaper under me. After returning me to my original position again, she began undoing the tabs on my squishy night-pants. I watched her as she watched my diaper area intently. She was very pretty. She took her time cleaning me off and after what seemed like a forever, I felt the front panel of a clean diaper being lifted around me. With four tabs in place, I was snugly strapped in for a morning of wetting my pants. "That's better, all clean," She said, looking at me invitingly. I felt on the verge of tears out of nowhere, it felt so nice to be cared for. "Can I have a hug?" I asked, voice wavering. Wordlessly, Ms. Yang got under the covers beside me, and held me, stroking my hair.

It was late February, and I needed a new place to stay fast. I found a listing in the most unlikely place due to a sudden, passing glance, and now I was getting ready to spend my first night. The landlady seemed like a nice woman on the phone, and the photo of the house looked like it was going through renovations--but the price was right. What did I have to lose? I got there to find Ms. Yang a few years younger than me, and considerably smaller. That being said, she had a unusual silent intensity about her which suggested she wasn't to be crossed. This was her house, and I was a paying guest. Her dark eyes stared silently at me as I took in my new room. It was nearly empty, aside from a black futon raised off the floor on a metal frame. "We have to get you ready for bed, it's late." She said. "Sorry it's so empty in here, I have things in the other room still. I will bring them." She held my shoulder and pushed me down onto the bed gently before being off. I took that as 'you're staying in bed for the night,' and didn't want to get back up again out of respect. I was pretty tired after all. Before long she returned with a thick, comfy looking folded blanket, which she placed on the foot of the bed before looking me up and down warmly. She was silent for a few seconds, before speaking firmly, but in a motherly and soft way. "Is that all you have? Where are your clothes?" I had to admit to her that I didn't have much. A suitcase of odds and ends was on the way, but that was about it. "Well, I have a single suitcase on the way," My voice shook. She looked at me with a sympathetic, but largely unreadable gaze. "Okay, can I help you? I have clothes you can wear to bed," She asked softly before reaching for the waistband of my sweats. I didn't resist her gentle touch, as unusual as it was, and allowed myself to be pushed onto my back by her so she could take them off. She smiled faintly and then was gone again. I was left in a tattered pair of boxer shorts, and a tee shirt. All while being in a mostly empty room. I couldn't complain about the hospitality, the vibe I was getting was that I was being welcomed in as a part of the family. There was an unspoken warmth and expectation of care that felt incredible, I wasn't about to divorce myself from that feeling which I hadn't known in so long. She returned again with a pile of garments which she laid down beside the blanket swiftly, before returning to focus on my midsection. "I have new underwear for you," she showed me two pairs of loose-fitting shorts, one in dark grey, the other in neutral skin tone. They looked like they were from Asia. I hesitated as she reached for my underwear. "Don't worry," she said warmly. I let her guide me into laying my head back on the pillow she brought, and then she slid down my old shorts, revealing my bare bottom. She held up what looked like a disposable diaper. "Do you pee in the night?" I did have to pee, I wasn't sure if I should ask her to get out of bed or not. She seemed to want me to stay there for the moment. I hadn't wet the bed in ages though, if at all. "Rarely." I replied. She made a funny face which suggested a bit of anxiety, before regaining her firm composure. "Please wear it?" She asked. Evidently she didn't have much faith in my toilet training, but I consented. "Sure, I'll wear it." It's just a diaper, it's not like they hurt to wear. I didn't expect that I'd be putting my diaper on by myself at this point. I let her guide me into laying on my side as she slid the opened brief underneath where I was laying moments before. She used a soft but firm grip as she returned me to my original position. Then, she pulled the front panel of my diaper up and spread my legs out a bit. I watched on in a deep sleepy calm as she fastened all four of the plastic tabs snug. She put her hand on my shoulder again and stared into my eyes in a wistful, motherly way. "Feel better?" she cooed. "They're comfortable," I replied, looking up at her in a half-asleep feeling of innocence. Wordlessly she began sliding up a pair of the shorts. She tucked them into the diaper below a little bit, which made them cozy and snug. Following soon after was the second pair. She made the waistband snap as she smiled at me. "All ready for bed." I answered her with a sleepy smile as she pulled the blanket she brought over me and tucked me in. The blanket, and room, was a little chilly and I shivered, which reminded me of my need to pee. I wondered if I should ask her about a quick visit to the toilet. I didn't even know where it was in the house yet. For all I knew, it was in renovation. "Can you take me to the bathroom?" I asked with a yawn. She shook her head. "No, it's time for bed." She cooed, putting her hand on my shoulder again. She began to stroke me with her thumb. "Use the diaper." I did what she said and began to pee effortlessly while laying on my back under the sheets I was cozily tucked into. I wasn't sure whether a drop was spilled or not, and wasn't sure how much I'd actually wet. It would be hard to check with two pairs of shorts over top. I realized I was pretty sleepy, and didn't care much. I was safely tucked away for the night, that's all that mattered. It seems like she noticed the newfound ease and sleepiness that fell over my face after my release. "That better?" "Yeah." "Night night," She said with a smile and wave. "Night." She turned off the lights and closed the bedroom door. The diaper didn't feel clammy or uncomfortable as my pee rested inside it. Didn't expect that. I fell asleep almost immediately, and it was one of the best sleeps of my life.

"Oh, you're always like this now," she mused. "Looks like my big boy's having another one of his pampers problems..." she gave me a pouty sad face before giggling. "Can't you do anything to keep dry?" I shook my head absentmindedly. "Well it's too bad, you used to be so grown up--but I know just what to do." she said, placing her hands on my hips. She looked me in the eyes, and then pulled me into a hug. Smelling her coconut, sea, and musk perfume filled me with emotion as I began to hold her tightly. I felt a dribble of pee begin in my diaper and breathed in her smell more fully, trying to forget my underwear shame. It wasn't enough though, and I felt myself beginning to tear up. "Awh, is someone crying? You know I love you no matter what, it's okay--" she whispered from above me. With her being a tall woman, I couldn't help but feel more at a loss in her presence. I was less like her boyfriend every day. She even called my underwear pampers, like I was some kind of baby! My thought train was interrupted by another spurt of wetness trickling down for a long moment before being absorbed somewhere below. "Shh, I know you're mature," she cooed. "It's just that we need a little help down there, help that diapees give you!" She returned her hands to my hips again and began to unfasten me. In the chilliness of having my diaper pulled away, I noticed what little arousal I had from holding onto her was beginning to shrink into nothing. "Looks like the diaper's doing its job, you're getting smaller down there--and wetter." She kissed me. "Isn't it better this way?" I hesitated. "I guess. It is nice having you care for me." "That's the spirit, you're doing great so far." She revealed a clean diaper for me from inside her purse and got busy slowly unfolding it, getting it ready for my behind. Being about eye level with her upper chest, I was drawn to look at her breasts and lower belly for a moment. Instinctively, I reached over and held just above her hips, petting her gently with my thumbs. I felt very aroused by her, but I was unable to show it. These diapers were doing something funny to me. "Why would they make diapers that get rid of--" "It makes you less likely to leak, dear." She began to position the diaper around me, and I was relieved that she did--she didn't have to see the small accident that was trickling out as she fastened my tabs snugly. "They don't do anything else funny like that, do they?" "They do make you calmer. It's to make you easier to care for, of course." She poked me on the nose and pulled me in for a hug. "Want me to get you something for lunch at the food court?" "Please." I blurted out, along with another spurt into my diaper. I was about to unlock the bathroom door when she grabbed my hands. "Let's get your shorts back on first," she said. I watched as she did up the button, hiding most of my diaper below the waistband, but not all of it. She positioned my shirt over top to cover the rest. "There, now we're all set."

Thank you! Not sure if I'll add to it more or not. Might do more stories in the future set in chilly places.

You suddenly feel an overwhelming desire to cuddle her wash over you. Maybe with a little support, the dream world would get a little less scary. If things don't seem to be getting any better, you figure you'll just wake her up instead. You pull her in close and snuggle her. She continues to shake and shiver, you aren't waking her up, that's for sure. "It's okay, I'm here for you--you're safe, it's only a dream," You whisper to her gently. It looks like it's working. She's starting to feel less tense. You feel something warm, and figure it's just you wetting slightly. Nothing out of the ordinary. You wonder if Isabelle can feel it too. "Imagine you're having a nice, warm bath," you continue. "There's bubbles, and candles, and--other nice stuff and, you're on vacation." Isabelle lets out a moan and begins to squirm more. What now? "Uh, there's a toilet and a sink and tile floor," you whisper. Guess you were running out of ideas. You've never tried to snuggle-whisper someone out of a nightmare before--assuming that's what it is. Isabelle begins to calm down again, you can feel the tension leaving her body. Then, you feel something really warm. That's not you peeing, is it? It begins to puddle around your thighs. You really hope it isn't you this time... "Isabelle? Are you alright? Wake up--" You begin to shake her gently. "What is it... What is it?" she whispers dreamily before turning to look at you. Her eyes widen. "Hey--did you wet the bed?! I feel really warm, what the hell did you d--" She threw the blankets off and sat up quickly in order to scoot off the bed. Checking your own underwear, it feels like they are still pretty dry. You didn't leak, you don't think. Isabelle turns on the bedside lamp, and you see her sodden panties, along with the large wet patch between the two of you. "I think you peed," you begin carefully. "What were you dreaming about? I tried to comfort you without waking you up, you were shaking so much." "I wasn't dreaming about anything," she said meekly. "I can't believe I did this to you--I'm so sorry. Gross, I can't believe--what are the odds? This doesn't ever happen to me." "It happens to a lot of people once or twice in their lives," you say, trying not to make her feel bad. "It'll probably never happen again, you were in some kind of strange dream state, like shaking a lot." "I can't believe..." she trails off. You watch as Isabelle stands silently, probably feeling chilly now from being covered in her own pee. She looks like she's on the verge of tears but managing to keep her composure pretty well. "Want me to get some new sheets on the bed and put a towel underneath the wet spot until the morning? Don't worry, let's just forget this." Isabelle nods. You get to work cleaning up the area when a thought occurs to you. Should she wear a diaper with you for the rest of the night? You're not sure you want to risk bringing that up right now, how would she react? Probably badly. Is it worth it? Chances are, she's not going to have another freak incident like this again. After you've gotten the bed situation in order, Isabelle emerges from the bathroom in clean underwear after a quick shower. "All set for bed? I'm ready to collapse," you say before starting to crawl in. "Want help sliding into a fresh diaper?" Isabelle asks. "Well, sure if you want to change me quick," you reply. You watch as she gets your new diaper ready and undoes your old one. As Isabelle cleans you, you wonder if you should offer to help her into a diaper for the night.

"Sure, I'll come with," you reply. "But, I should run home quick and get a change of clothes," you add smoothly. "Well, we have to leave soon, they want to meet us at the annual pumpkin festival in an hour. The town's a thirty minute drive from here." It occurs to you then that your place is a thirty minute drive in the opposite direction. "I can be just a little late. I don't want to wear the same outfit I wore yesterday." "Only this one time you might have to," she turned to the mirror and put on a little eyeliner. "Alright," you say, unsure how to counter. You head to the bathroom in order to try peeing in the toilet, but hesitate. Can this diaper handle being unfastened again? You doubt it, and slide your jeans back up again. As you do up the button on your jeans, you feel a small warm spurt in your underwear. "To the pumpkinfest!" she exclaims. "Should be a fun day," you reply. Ten minutes later, and you're on the road with Isabelle. You agree to a small coffee while at a drive-thru. You couldn't help it, you were getting really thirsty. Immediately you begin to regret it as it enters your diaper. You fidget around in the passenger seat of the car anxiously, not sure what your plan is any longer. You feel another sudden spurt of wetness. It's not like yesterday's awful diaper will be able to hold out forever. Plus, you worry that by now it's starting to reek a little. While stuck in traffic, you lift up your butt for a covert diaper check, trying to feel how damp it is. Could it be--you feel the seat below you; it's slightly wet. Maybe she wouldn't see the wet spot? You try to calm yourself down, but are on the verge of panicking. A small torrent of dribbles leaves you as you sit back down and loosen up. You had to say something. There's no way you could spend an entire day like this. Why didn't you just tell her you needed diapers like your better judgement recommended yesterday? "Isabelle--I'm sorry, but" "What's up?" She says in a chipper way. "I had an accident--just now. I went pee. I should have told you yesterday I'm--" "Huh?" She looked over at your seat and then up at you. "Really? You--" she reached over an felt beneath my butt and the seat. "I can't believe it, what's wrong with you? That explains the smell--eugh..." You stare at your feet in silence. "Well it looks like we need to get you into a clean diaper or something," she sighed and pulled into the next plaza. "I should have told you yesterday that I have accidents a lot--it's normal for me, I just didn't know what you'd think--" "I thought something was up," She said sympathetically. "I'm sorry if I yelled at you. So you're in diapers?" "It's why I just wanted to go to sleep last night. I hoped I'd stay dry through the night, and I mostly did--just peed a little spot beneath me." You say quietly. "You still wanted to come with me and keep me company, despite being in a days-old soggy diaper? I'm kind of impressed. But we need to get to the event, with you in a clean diaper. I'll just run into that drugstore over there and see what they have." Isabelle stepped out of the car and was about to close the door before she leaned in as if to say something. "Next time you're having a problem, just be honest. I don't bite, really." She teased. After ten minutes of waiting, worrying whether you were damaging her car seat more and more with each passing minute, she returned with a plain pair of clean shorts and a pack of diapers. "In the backseat, I need to clean you up quick. We're parked in a pretty quiet spot, no one's gonna see." "I can change myself." "It'll be quicker if I just do it--come on." You get situated in the backseat and let Isabelle go about the work of cleaning you up. "How long have you been wearing this dirty diaper?! Yuck..." Before long you're fastened into something clean. You feel relieved, and not just because the pee you released just now was comfortably and conveniently contained. With a pair of dry shorts over top, once again no one has to know you're in diapers for a while. Well, except for Isabelle. But she had to find out sooner or later, you figure. "We'll just keep this pack of your underwear at my house, in case you forget to pack some again--I've got you covered," She said optimistically. "Thanks--you're handling this really well. A lot better than I am." "Having to tell your girlfriend you have toilet problems is pretty tough. I've never had to deal with that, so. I'd imagine I'd be scared too, if I had to tell my other half I was leaking sporadically." "Yeah pretty much," you smile. "Don't stress about it. I'm not judging you." For a while you and Isabelle drive in comfortable silence. Then she speaks up. "Want to grab another coffee?" "It'll go straight to my bladder," "That's alright, you have diapers for that," She shrugged. "Sure, I could go for another," you reply. *** That night you're sleeping beside Isabelle again for another night. You both were pretty tired after a day out, Isabelle even put you to bed in a slightly soggy diaper rather than offer to change you. She did insist on helping you change a second time. She even went as far as helping lift you up onto the pull-out changing table built into the bathroom stall wall. You wonder if she's always been this motherly and it's only something you've learned about her now. You're having a hard time falling asleep, and wonder if everything's good with Isabelle. You notice she's been kicking a bit and shuddering, like she's having a nightmare. What do you do now?

December 4, 2019 -40c As you might guess from today's temperature reading, I live somewhere cold. Like, really cold. It's almost unbearable for most of the year here. This wouldn't be so bad if being inside didn't feel so much like being in prison. There aren't a lot of people here, and none of them are as exciting as my Katya. She would be mine, if she knew me. Well, probably not, as much as I wish it wasn't so. Let me explain. There's a lot I want to pour out on some pages. Reading was one of my only escapes, though it gets tiring to reread the same old books. Until we get the internet in a couple of years, the next best option is to write. The date for it keeps getting revised back, it was originally slated for 2017 when I was in my last year of high school. I wish I didn't have to live here. I really wish I could go somewhere else but I'm stuck. Katya wouldn't miss me, I wouldn't miss her either if I had the whole world. I'm sick of living with my parents. On account of the cold, it's tough getting running water out here. We have to thaw snow most of the year in order to get water for our kettles and sponges. It looks like a lot of work. We don't have an indoor bathroom. Only a tub that we fill with hot water freshly heated over the woodstove, and an outhouse which is bone-chilling to use at the moment. I hate to admit it in writing, but I don't usually go out there anymore. It's a shame even to confess this to a piece of paper, but I usually wear diapers now. It wasn't always like this. Sometimes I feel guilty about it but other times I give in to their easy comfort and convenience. I know mom works hard repairing clothes and boots for people around town, works extra to afford dry diapers for me. It's not that I don't need them, I still use them almost every night without waking. But sometimes in the morning I change into another one and lie around. It looks like there are so many of them anyway, they're neatly placed in stacks around two feet high by the foot of my bed. Some days, I wear them all day rather than go outside in the cold. It sounds cushy that I can pee away in these, but I don't know. This paper is taunting me, it's saying I should just get up and go rather than be lazy. It's not that simple but maybe the page has a point. I was born with legs that are crooked, it makes it hard to walk. I can do it fine, but only slowly. What I did to deserve this fate I do not know, but I felt the pain of it from early on. Feeling different and unable can really wither the heart. I wish people were more accepting here. I also wish I wasn't such a runt. December 13, 2019 I was out walking earlier, and I saw Katya with a man. They were smiling, and so were the long trails of breath behind them, curling about slowly in the sunlit chilly air. The pain's almost too much to bear. I don't know what to do. I guess I can only accept it. I forgot to take a reading from the thermometer outside the kitchen window this morning. It's -29c now. January 21, 2020 -56c It's so bleak outside with the snow. Despite that I feel pretty good today. There's something comforting about knowing you're safe in your home when it's deadly cold out. I found a huge pile of candles in the attic, and have a few lit. I can see the reflection of their lights in the gloss of my window. It's been over minus 50 for a week now. I haven't been outside in a while. It's times like these that it's nice to still be in diapers. I have been trying to count my blessings. I recently got a few books in the mail, it feels like Christmas. One of them is a long autobiography about time spent in a prison camp. Another is a book of poems written by an American woman. Another still is about, well I don't really know what. It looks like a textbook. I tried to get stuff that was on sale so I could buy more at once. June 28, 2020 The flowers are really nice this time of year. We have these tiny looking ones that shoot out of the tundra between the rocks. Their orange petals and yellow centres are breathtaking. It's hard to believe there are so many of them, all as beautiful and unique as the next. August 4, 2020 Been outside so much lately that my skin's gone pretty brown. I have been trying to help out around the house where I can. It's been my pleasure. "Follow your heart and allow yourself to grieve." It was a line in the poem book I read over the winter. I like it. We have the internet. It's not as great as I thought it would be before. Maybe I don't need it now. November 12, 2022 I recently got the hang of chopping wood for the hungry woodstove. It's a lot of fun. Still don't always go to the outhouse. It's well-fed enough, and happiest when no one's hanging around inside it. November 12, 2023 Thought I'd grab out this old journal and jot something down, but I don't really have anything I want to say. January 21, 2026 My sister's expecting a son soon. We've been busy getting ready for the new arrival at the family home. She wants to name him after me. December 8, 2029 Not much has changed in this old room of mine. Just a few more shelves with books now. It's so nice here in the winter months when the sky stays dark. So much easier to stargaze this way. I saw three comets tonight after I put out the candles and sat by the window. I could feel the cold radiating off of it from sitting so close. It was nice enough that I wanted to light a candle quick and pen it down, to share it with my future self. Not much has changed, no. I'm even wearing the same brand of diapers I wore a decade ago. They still make them, and they're gentle on my skin. I wonder if I should save up for a telescope. Been looking at the stars a lot lately. Maybe I'll write more, too.

You'd love to tell her you need a diaper, but you're scared. Really scared of how she would react. There's got to be something you can do. Then it hits you. You'll wrap your diaper up in your shirt in the bathroom for the morning, and risk a single sleep diaper-free. You figure you are a little dehydrated, after all. Could it work? It's possible. You realize you've already spent all the time you could in the bathroom thinking about this. Any longer and it would come across as weird. Against your better judgement, you stand up and slide your diaper down. It makes a dull plopping sound on the cool tile floor. Immediately you have second thoughts. This is stupid--she's going to find out when the bed's soaked in the morning. Unless I pin the accident on her. You imagine her now looking at you very skeptically. Could you really convince her she's bedwetting? You doubt it, but you figure you might have to try as a backup. A much more sober, mature thought enters your mind. Why not just like, you know, say you're feeling really sick and need to go home now? Maybe by tomorrow you can muster up the courage to tell her what's really going on. That's the least crazy thought you've had all day, but you push it out of your head due to nerves. It occurs to you to slide up your diap again quick and try to push out any remaining pee. Better safe than sorry. Once that's done you make your way out into the bedroom again. The lights are already off, and Isabelle's in bed. You crawl in bed beside her, and get comfortable. "Night," she whispers. "Night." You lie awake for a while thinking and feeling stupid for not just being honest. How bad could it be, telling a new partner you need diapers? Apparently pretty bad if it was worth all of this trouble. You try to stay awake all night to avoid accidents, and begin to worry if you've already had pee-pees beside her and not made a big enough wet patch to feel it. Eventually you see the sun's rising and feel like Isabelle's stirring. You must have passed out at some point. Are you wet? You reach down and feel. To your surprise, your dry--well mostly. You feel a wet patch below your butt, though it's pretty small. "You up?" "Yep," you yawn and stretch, feeling pretty relieved. "You hungry yet? Or just wanna stay in bed for a bit longer?" she asked. "Not hungry really, but I'm super thirsty." "I'll grab you a water from the bathroom," she sat up and made her way to the other side of the room. You couldn't help but admire her near-naked form. You feel some jealousy rise for a moment at the sight of her dry underwear. If only you could be like that, too. Then it occurred to you. Your diaper's still in the bathroom. Did you remember to wrap it up? You're not sure. She's closed the door. After a few tense minutes, she returns with your water and lays down. "Thanks, Isabelle." She nods and yawns before closing her eyes. After downing the water you slide over to the bathroom nimbly and close the door. You slide your chilly diaper back up and immediately feel the relief of knowing you're protected again--if only you'd thought to pack a spare one before you went out last night. Sometimes things just happen, you didn't think you'd be sleeping in a new bed last night. As you put your clothes on, you hear the sound of one of your diaper's four tabs failing. You assess the damage. The front panel's pretty torn, but you figure it'll survive another hour. You leave the bathroom again to see Isabelle sliding into a skirt. "Something's came up, I could really use your help today--" She said while quickly buttoning up her shirt. "Oh yeah?" "My mother's family is in town to visit. This might be the only time I get to see my mum for a few months." "Oh." I watch on as she puts her hair into a ponytail quickly, facing away from me. "I really really don't like being around my mother's father, and it would mean a lot if you were there with me today." What will you say?

After finishing watching, I sat up and stretched, feeling deeply exhausted. Sliding the blanket away, I got sight of my bare legs and squishy looking padding. Even after wetting in it, it still smelled somewhat strongly of Nora's perfume--the same scent that lived in the box the diapers originally came in. I scrunched my nose. There was a little whiff of pee in that smell somewhere now. Despite being in a wet one, I wasn't really feeling wet, nor was I sure how wet I was. The wetness indicator strip on the front was faded blue going all the way down as far as I could see. I guess I did need to change out of this before bed, and put another diaper on of course. I trudged upstairs to my bedroom, diaper in hand, wishing I didn't have to clean myself up after an accident. I was wearing these for Nora's sake. I didn't think using diapers would be so much work. Not that I needed to use them. Though it was a relief to have a diaper beneath me earlier to catch that unexpected accident, it was a fluke. Wasn't it? As I was fastening my clean one on, I began to have doubts. I also woke up in a puddle of pee recently, didn't I? Looking down at my securely fastened underwear, I felt an odd sense of security, but only for a moment before I attempted to push the feeling away. It lingered with me still in the background as I dozed off, overtaking me again as I was nearly unconscious. It was clear then that I was lucky to be in diapers tonight, and I knew Nora wasn't about to break up with me for peeing the bed. If it happened again, I'd tell her. At first, it wasn't clear if I was wet or not in the morning. I rolled over onto my back and closed my eyes, enjoying the sound of the crickets outside my window. Was I wet? Was I dry? I noticed I was a little erect. It felt like it was fighting hard to be released from the new diaper prison it was relegated to. It was losing that fight pretty badly though. It wasn't having any problems with the toilet, my bladder was. I felt something twitch when my mind turned to Nora. I half dreamed about her while I laid in bed silently. I felt like I needed some release, the dreaming wasn't helping much. But first, I'd have to find out the state of my diapered behind. Was it soggy with pee? I sat up and pulled away my comforter, peering down. Yep. I'd helplessly wet myself again in the night. Only this time, it wasn't all over me. Locked away nicely was a night's worth of wetness. I was grateful, though humiliated at the same time. A little less humiliated than I felt running to the bathroom yesterday. I was starting to get used to all of this. In the afternoon, Nora and I again chatted online for a few hours. With her silky straightened hair and a nice dress, she was looking sharp as ever. For my part, I didn't forget my pants this time, and I was even in a mostly clean diaper. I felt like peeing pretty badly from nerves as I was waiting for her and just decided to go quick. The conversation ambled around, touching many topics. Of course, we eventually got around to diapers again somehow. "I have something to confess," I said quietly. "About diapers? You didn't have an accident in one of them did you?" She teased. "I-I did," I stammered. Feeling my anxiety rise, I began to dribble a little before I could stop it. This only intensified my fear, causing me to pee a little more. "Uh--I wet the bed last night. No I didn't. I mean I didn't get up to go. Well I did that too--" I rambled nervously. "I'm sorry--you didn't want me to pee in them I just did it because it was convenient I didn't actually need them--" I felt my face growing hotter with each further gaff, along with my diaper; it was the only thing holding in the last drops of my dignity and manhood. "This never happened to me until I met you I don't know what's going on--" She laughed. She was laughing hard. I sat in silence as she began to laugh uncontrollably, pausing to look at me before laughing more. "You pee-peed your diapy!" She cried. "I'm sorry--you're just hilarious." She began to regain her composure before continuing. "I remember you being like this regular guy when I met you, and now you're all bashful and ashamed, like an older boy trying to ask for the diaper change he shouldn't be getting from his mommy any longer," she mused. "This is the quickest I've had this happen with any of my relationships with diaper-wearing guys." She added. "I don't understand what's going on." Was all I could manage through waves of humiliation and defeat. "This is pretty normal," she comforted me. "When guys get put into diapers as adults, they kind of regress sometimes. Don't worry about it if you had a few accidents, it happens a lot." "Really?" "Yeah really. If you've felt humiliated at all over the last few days, it's a good sign. You don't have to worry about it, if you need to go or are having some urgency issues, just use your diapy." "Well I'm not having any issues." I began, before immediately regretting it. She looked at me doubtfully. In light of all I'd just said and how I'd reacted, it made sense. "I guess I did go once or twice," I began reluctantly. "Can you tell me how many accidents you had? Or do you not know?" she cooed. "I think three. One night I peed in bed without my diaper on. I also didn't make it to the toilet all the way after the video call with you yesterday. Last night I peed again, but I was in diapers this time." "There we go. You don't have to hide it if you're having problems. Like I said, sometimes guys need diapers." "Didn't you say they regress?" "Yeah, and sometimes they need diapers. It's fine, really." "Wait but you also told me you wanted me to be in them to test me. Is this willingness to be regressed part of your test?" She shook her head. "No," she looked away mysteriously for a moment. "I just wanted to see if you'd do this for me--the incontinence wasn't a part of the test, but you've included it anyway which is kind of like extra credit I guess," She winked at me. "But I didn't need them--" She yawned, interrupting me. "One more question and then we can talk about something else." She smiled. "You're wearing a diaper now, right?" "Yep," I said. "Good, I still need you in them for a while, accidents aside," She brushed away her hair behind her shoulders before continuing. "Can I see?" Wordlessly, I pulled down the waistband of my shorts an inch or so, so she could see. Hopefully she wouldn't be able to tell how wet I was. I didn't know how wet I was myself, come to think of it. "Good. Put on another one before bed time tonight," She smiled. "I would put your diaper on for you if I were there, if you wanted--you aren't wet, are you?" I cleared my throat. "I-yes. I peed just a couple minutes ago." "Awwh!" She cooed loudly. "You're so cute. It's good you're protected. I'll stop by for a sec at some point before Friday to drop off another package of your underwear. Make sure you change soon--if you want to now, you're free to." I looked down at my shorts, trying to imagine if the diaper beneath needed to be replaced with a fresh one yet or not. I didn't want to squish it with my hand with Nora watching. "I'll change... later," I replied. "Okay then, that's fine." We chatted easily with each other into the night, pausing to grab drinks or food. Despite being in diapers I didn't know I needed even a week before, it seems like things were looking up. Though I still wasn't sure what to make of it all. Nothing was really going wrong as far as I could tell, so I put it out of my mind and fastened on a clean diaper before going to sleep.

A few ideas come to mind, including telling her that you've been struggling with a few accidents here and there. Could doing that end an already brief relationship? You would love to tell her soon, but decide to go with a harmless lie for tonight. What could go wrong? You let out a tired sigh, which you hope was convincing enough, before sitting down beside her on the bed. You close your eyes and nurse your head for a moment before speaking. "I'd really like to, you know, but I just feel terrible today, it's all radiating out from--" "Oh that's okay, we can go right to sleep if you'd like," She cooed. Her smile's warm and inviting. "There's always tomorrow." "Mhm." "Undress. You're not going to sleep in jeans are you?" You freeze. What are you going to do now? You wish you could tell her to put on a blindfold for a moment. You have to think of something smooth, and quick. "Mmm," You nod finally, looking towards the bathroom. "Just going to go to the bathroom quick." With the bathroom door closed behind you, you're afforded a few more moments to think. What now? You take down your jeans and lift off your shirt, revealing your slightly soggy underwear. When did that happen? You only changed into a fresh one a few hours before. How you wish you would have worn some underwear over top today. But, your few pairs were all in the wash. Anxiety begins to bubble up in the centre of your chest. As if on cue, you feel something warm and look down to see your diaper going yellow in the sudden gush of pee. The flow stops pretty quickly and to your surprise it looks like you didn't go very much. Are you dehydrated? You sit down on the floor for a moment in just your diaper and think nervously, feeling trapped between bad and worse options.

Help me develop the story by submitting commands. If there's more than one request, I'll select the one I want to try out most. The story will then move on with the help of your contribution. Don't be afraid to get creative! Your girlfriend's sitting on the bed with you standing up a few feet away. Her long brown hair curls down her bare chest, and her undies hug her tight. You can see a little muffin top, it's cute. She eyes you expectantly, awaiting your next move. There's a problem though, one she doesn't know about yet. Beneath your jeans, hugging your crotch securely, is a secret. You've been wearing diapers for three weeks now at the request of your doctor who noticed some mild damage to your pelvic nerves. I guess you could have chosen to wear something else, like a catheter, but you decided to go with the option that looked like it took a little less work. Plus, the prospect of having a tube going up your you know what sounded terrifying frankly. What will you try to do now?

After weeks sending countless messages on online dating websites only to receive no response, I was beginning to lose hope and become burnt out. Until she messaged me back. Misskiwi was professional and ambitious. A career woman with a long and articulate write up on her profile. I was a guy wondering what she'd want to do with me. My hopes surged as we chatted, she was affable though exacting and stubborn. I could live with that. I find out her name, Nora. She wanted to meet up and go for a walk at a busy park nearby. I agreed, of course. Things seemed to be looking up. A few days later, I found myself sitting down on the park bench she directed me to carefully. I waited. She was nowhere to be seen. I wondered what was up, and glanced over at the empty spot next to me. There was a medium-sized package. I figured someone must have left it there by accident, and they'd be back for it soon. I continued to wait. About fifteen minutes later, a curiosity mixed with boredom and disappointment got the better of me and I leaned over to look down at the package. It was addressed to Nora. Not only that, there was a small, handwritten note taped expertly onto cardboard. It had neat and feminine writing with soft, round lines on it. Could it be Nora's? I scooched over and began to read: "I had to run at the last minute, I'm really sorry. Business calls. We'll meet soon, okay? I meant to give you this in person, but this will have to do for now. Don't open the box until you get home! It's important." I made my way back home, box under my arm pressed against my ribs. It was surprisingly light. All I could do as I walked was wonder what was inside. The same moment I got into my apartment, I was opening the box, deeply curious about its contents. Then I saw it. It was a package of adult diapers. What? I sat there in silence, struck by the strangeness of it all. Slowly a mixture of humiliation and excitement rose inside me, a combination I wasn't used to feeling together. I wondered if the smell coming from inside the box was Nora's perfume scent. It was somewhat intoxicating. Why? Had she just wanted to play a joke on me? I took the package of diapers out of the box, and noticed another note underneath in what I presumed was Nora's handwriting. "No, this isn't a cruel prank. It's a test. A pretty harmless and quick test. You just have to trust me. Meet me for a video chat at 8:30 pm sharp. Be in a diaper. You really must be wearing one. I promise I'll reward you. ❤️ Nora" I felt excitement tinged with humiliation rising in my chest. I had to do it. I had to see what she had in store for me. What did I really have to lose? I'd been trying to get a date for weeks without any luck, and suddenly this mysterious woman enters the scene and has me feeling something. It's worth a try, I thought. So after some dinner I opened up the package of diapers and unfolded one. Laying down on my bed, I did up the side tabs carefully and made sure the fit was snug around my groin. They felt nice, a bit like a pillow around my crotch. I slid my shorts back up and sat down at the computer. They weren't very nice to walk in, the bulk was a little awkward and I was reminded of my strange situation each time the thick fabric grazed my inner thighs. It was 8:17. I waited. At exactly 8:30, she was on. Looking as composed as ever, she began to speak before I could quietly say hello. "Hello! Did you do it? Are you wearing one of your diapers?" She asked. "Yeah--just like you said to do. Why are we--" "Well, it's complicated." She bit her lip. "You want to hear the whole story?" "Sure, take your time," I replied. "First though, I want to really see that you're wearing it. Can you just show me the top of it, peeking out of your--that's it." I lifted my shirt, exposing the top of the diaper hiding beneath my shorts. "Okay, so here it is. I have had a lot of boyfriends in the past who have had bladder control issues. They were really leaky and drippy, some of them said their control got bad only after being with me. I think they were just shielding their bruised egos, but anyway, I don't really trust it." Was this lady crazy? Did she really think that just because she had problems with that in her past relationships, that it would somehow leak over onto me? "I don't have a bladder problem," I cracked a smile. She looked at me doubtfully. "I dunno. We'll see. There's another reason I need you in diapers. I need to make sure you're really committed to me. I've had a lot of bad experiences in the past with trust, and I want to know that you're really willing to go the extra mile for me. I'll go the extra mile for you of course, but first you need to complete this challenge for me. " "I dunno." I gave mock consideration, looking away as if I were deliberating. "Where's your diaper? Can I see it to make sure you're wearing it?" I watched as Nora reached down and began to lift up her shirt. Did she really have a diaper on underneath her jeans? Soon I caught a glimpse of the smooth, soft looking skin of her belly. She looked at me mischievously as she reached under her jeans and pulled up her underwear so I could see. She shook her head. "I don't wear them." "Well, I don't either. I'm not going to do it." I said. Nora seemed hurt by my response. She recoiled. "It's only for a few weeks," She began. "I don't want you to wear them for long if you don't need to. You don't even have to use them, you just have to wear them that's all. It's only a change of underwear you make it out like it's such a big thing..." "The answer's no." I said again. "Please?" "Look, I'm exhausted. I want to get to sleep, it's nearly nine and I have to be up for five thirty. I'll talk to you tomorrow." I blew her a kiss and left the chat. If it was unreasonable that her potential boyfriend says no to wearing diapers he doesn't need, then she'd just need to find someone else to be with. I took off the diaper straight away and set the rest of the pack out by the front door to be thrown away. After watching a few short videos on YouTube to unwind, I stripped down to my socks and underwear and went to bed. I noticed I had to pee pretty urgently as I laid down. I got up for the washroom quick and then fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. I was woken up by my alarm, and noticed something alarming upon stirring. I was laying in a puddle of my own pee! This hadn't happened to me in years. After a long moment sitting in disbelief, I got up and went down the stairs to the shower. It was pretty chilly on my boxer short-clad bottom from laying in an accident for who knows how long. I spotted the pack of diapers by the door. They could have helped, I thought. I tried to suppress that thought. I wasn't going to wear a diaper because I peed the bed once. If only Nora could see me now. After a long day I got home and hopped onto my online chat again. Nora was on. I messaged her immediately. "I'm sorry I didn't wear the diapers you got me, maybe I can--for you. It's only for a few days, right?" Sent. It only took a few minutes for her to reply. "I hoped you'd come around. It's okay. Just put on another diaper right now and then we can chat in video." I felt a pretty intense urge to pee just then, and I ran towards the bathroom with my unfolded diaper in hand. After changing in the bathroom, it was time to go chat with Nora. I was halfway down the stairs when I heard her trying to video call me. Only problem was, I forgot to put my shorts back on after changing! I figured it wasn't important, my lower half would be hidden from the camera anyway. I answered her call and was greeted by her smiling face. She was still in her work clothes, and looked intense but warm. "Hey Nora," I waved. She smiled and waved back. "So you got your diaper on?" I nodded. "Good. I only want you to wear them for two weeks starting today. That's all I ask, alright?" Remembering the sudden bedwetting incident the night before, I nodded. "No problem, it's not like I have to use them or anything." We chatted about our days, and made a reservation at a nice restaurant for our Friday first date night. Hopefully I wouldn't end up sitting in the booth, only to find another box of diapers where Nora was supposed to be. We finished our call, and I was surprised how much time had passed. It was already half past seven, and time to eat something. I got up, and felt an intense pang on my bladder. I had to go, right that moment. It was then that I remembered I had a diaper on. I'd almost forgotten it was there, silently hugging my crotch, waiting unobtrusively for accidents. I wasn't about to give my new underwear the release they were designed to capture. I jogged down the hall to the bathroom and struggled with the door, which I usually kept open. A few squirts began to drench the padding, and my sense of consternation and humiliation grew. Why is this happening to me, now? I got to the toilet and began to lose the battle even more with my bladder as I struggled to get my diaper out of the way so I could pee like an adult. I was too late. By the time I got my underwear unfastened, I had already noticeably drenched the inside of the diaper. I peed the rest into the toilet and then sat on the floor for a moment to regain my composure. What the heck was happening to me? At least I was wearing a diaper, I thought while looking at the bathroom's tile floor. Still clean. It was then that I realized I should put my diaper back on. It was bunched up beside the toilet, with the wetness indicator on the crotch faded blue. Better to get a clean one from the pack, I figured. I was a bit conflicted as I unfolded a new one a few minutes later and got ready to put it on. Why not just wear normal underwear for a little while? It's not like Nora would know. That seemed too dishonest. Plus, I'd already had two accidents in the last two days. Nora's prediction about always having boyfriends with bladder problems was beginning to look more and more believable all the time. But how is that possible? I fastened on my clean diaper and got cozy under some blankets in the living room. I turned the fire on, it was starting to get chilly in the evening. I felt an urgent pang on my bladder again after a small glass of wine and a water. Did I really want to get up? I kind of didn't. I used the diaper and continued to watch without having to lose my coziness. I wanted to be sure I wouldn't get too used to them, though.

I want to share a brief story with you all. A story about how I ended up diapered today by my girlfriend. Before I start, a bit of a digression. It's kind of strange to be a twenty something male and find yourself swaddled in medical looking pampers, I know. They crinkle and rustle if I try to covertly re-position the semi-erection that lives inside. These underwear make me a little too loud to do that. Trouble is, I haven't had much release in weeks. Let's start from the beginning. Rebecca and I met on a dating app after a few successful online dates. Things went pretty well at first. I hoped I'd be able to tell her one of my deepest secrets--that I like to wear diapers. I don't like to feel humiliated about it, I hoped she would simply indulge me from time to time. At most, she'd permit that I slide into one at night while nestled beside her, breathing in the natural scent of her long dark hair. It didn't work out like that. One afternoon she was out with her family for dinner, so it felt like it was a safe time to indulge one of life's simple pleasures. I slid on my disposable pants and a shirt before sitting down to play a nice role-playing video game. I was a masculine looking orc wielding a sword in the game--a skinny and gentle character with noodle arms in real life. I felt pee warm my butt on and off as the day rolled on, thinking nothing of it. Then, my Bexie Becca pulls up in the driveway. I thought it was a delivery driver. Big mistake. I was sitting on the floor like a child, totally immersed in my game, when I spotted her feet beside me. I jumped, and almost surely peed a little without meaning to. "You're in a diaper?!" she cried. "Why? Can't go to the toilet while you play your game?" I looked around anxiously for a second, feeling myself pee a little more through waves of fright. I had no idea what to say or how to face her. Just this morning I had seen her bottom in bed beside me in a plain pair of undies. I was sure that was going to be the last time. And tonight she'd offered to pay for a much needed grocery run. All of this after offering me some of the most kind and genuine emotional support I had ever received. I was beginning to cry before I knew it. She knelt down beside me and put her arm around me. "No--hey. Don't cry," she cooed, rubbing my back. We hugged. "I just don't want to lose you--I really like y-you." I sniffled. "It's okay, I'm not mad at you, I still like you--we're still friends, it's fine." She reassured. "Friends?" I began. "You don't want to break up with me, do you?" "No way! But there's going to be a few new rules I think." "Like what?" She looked dreamily up for a moment, her eyes darted from side to side, searching. "Hmm..." "I don't need to wear diapers or anything--" I blurted out quietly. "I think you do," she booped me on the nose. "Do you see how wet you are? You probably didn't notice--" "I noticed." I began, feeling uncertain. I paused for a moment in attempt to gather something that would convince her. All the while she stared at me curiously. "I like to wear them, that's all." "Well I know you like to wear them, you need to otherwise you'll get pee-pees everywhere," she teased. "Oh come on, it's not like that. I just like to use them sometimes--it's really relaxing and sensual." "I dunno..." She stood up and grabbed a game controller from the other side of the room and then plopped down beside me. I caught a glimpse of the waistband of her panties as she pulled her hair into a neat ponytail. "You wanna keep playing? I need to think for a bit..." "Okay, sure." I said, not feeling like I was in a position to argue. As we played I wanted to take my diaper off, but I didn't want to disturb the moment or bring her focus back to my soggy and padded bottom. She was apparently accepting this, for now. I couldn't complain, and I was still in a bit of shock from the incident. I played absentmindedly, and continued to dribble into my diaper when I needed to. About an hour later, she broke the silence by mooshing my very wet diaper with her hand. "This boy needs a change," she mused. "What? No--" "Let me get this straight," she said, looking me in the eyes intently. "First you say you don't need diapers, and then you sit in a dirty one in front of your girlfriend for an hour without getting up to change it?" There was a brief silence, broken by a slight hiss coming from my diaper. "While continuing to use it?" "I can change myself back into underwear after it's fine." I said quickly. "I said I had some rules for you, remember?" "Yea--" "Well here's rule one. When I want you in a diaper, you're going to be in one. It might be the case that you like to wear them, but, I'm not so sure. Even if I was, I'm not sure it's important." "What?! Why?" Alarm bells were beginning to ring in my head but they were silenced immediately after she began to speak. "Well you did use it pretty badly. Also if you like to wear them, I think it means you need them in a certain sense." She said. "Also, this is a pretty big thing, yeah? I'll accept your diaper wearing if you're willing to compromise. I have some needs too." I paused, trying to take in everything she'd said. "Okay." She continued without missing a beat. "So I need you to be settled in your little undies from time to time, as it suits me. Sometimes when we go out, I kind of wish you were in a diaper to be honest. You're always getting up to go to the washroom, even in the middle of the night. It wakes me up. Rather have my boyfriend's underpant be filled with pee than be woken up." "You mean I have to wear diapers to bed all the time?!" I began to raise my voice. "Calm, dear. Listen. You'll like it. You already enjoy wearing these, right?" She rubbed my wet diaper delicately, causing my sensitive area to twitch slightly. "I'll give you diaper-free nights too. It's not like it has to be all the time, compromise." "Well--okay," I replied. "Are there any more rules?" "There is another. You know I'm not often in the mood for sex. When you're in diapers, we might not play as much but don't worry, I'll still get you off." "Is that it?" "I think so, for now." "Well, I guess I can adjust." "You'll have to. I want you to run out later to grab some errands. I'll give you money, there's a bit of a long list." She stood up and hiked her leggings up so they were snug. "You're going to go there in a clean diaper. I need to change you." "Why can't I do it on my--" "Rule three." She said, looking down at me sitting on the floor. "Fine," I said, standing up beside her. "Change me now then, let's get this over with." "You think you can boss me around? You're the one with a wet diaper sagging between his legs." "Well--" I stood there, struck dumb. She'd really taken the wind out of my sails. She smiled, seeming to know this. Wordlessly I allowed her to take my hand and lead me to our bedroom. "Where are your diapers?" I pointed towards an end table I made with a door on it that lacked a doorknob. The perfect hiding place, at least until today. "Good." I watched as she produced one of my diapers from the breached hiding place. Laying me down, she began to change me and I didn't resist. "They sell this brand at the drugstore. That's great, you can get some more while you're out. Don't use the toilet while you're there--that's rule four... No toilets for you until I take you out of diapers." I wasn't sure how to feel about that last rule, I was shoved out the door in a state of mild shock, dressed in a usual sweater and jeans that hid well the pleasant but taboo underwear underneath. At least I was dry now, though it was raining outside. I rushed to the car and got ready to go. It felt weird to grab a bag of diapers for myself on my girlfriend's purse. I was starting to come around to the new arrangements, but that didn't last long. I found myself in a sodden diaper every morning for about two weeks. There I slept encased in my own pee while my lovely Becca was soundly asleep in thick cotton panties. I tried not to wake her as I wet myself silently beside her, with my arm still wrapped around her belly. I hadn't had any release in that time, aside from her rubbing my diaper. It didn't work very well at first, and I was dying for release. As the days rolled on her sensual touches became more and more precious, until I was like putty in her hands when she felt like rubbing me. I did finally get that release yesterday into my diaper, and I nearly passed out after it happened. Seeing and feeling Rebecca rubbing her yoga pants butt against my slightly soggy diaper was too much. Yesterday she decided it was going to be a diapers-free day. After weeks stewing in my own potty, it was pretty nice to finally be free of it. I didn't want to be in diapers that badly any longer, but she usually knows best. In the middle of the night I woke up to her telling me it's okay to have accidents. It took a minute or two for me to realize I'd peed the bed a little without my dependable diapers on. Today, I'm padded again. Not sure for how much longer. Rebecca says it's only for a few days. I just need to stay dry for four nights in a row. Today she rubbed her butt up against my diaper again. Before long I was shivering and shuddering in release. I leaned into her afterward as she sat beside me and felt another small flood beginning in my diaper as usual.

I was off on a trip to England, my flight was due to leave in a couple of hours. My bags were packed, and I was more thrilled than I remember being in a long time. All around me was great activity as I tried to find my gate. The airport was bustling, holding countless travelers as they waited to board their flights. For many of the people here, this airport was the only sliver of this foreign land they were allowed to set foot on. A wondrous crossroads, where some are business travelers, others vacationers, other still mourners--a melange of life's characters and stages were hinted in each passing face. I should mention I have an embarrassing bladder problem. I can make it to the bathroom, but only if it's really close by. Sometimes I leak. Sometimes, I have to go badly and just don't want to trouble myself to get up to pee. Naturally, I had about twenty briefs stowed away in one of my bags, and at least three in my carry on bag just in case. As I sat down on my first plane, it seemed like I was still pretty dry. The sun was beginning to set outside. I added lots of baby powder to make sure it wouldn't be too uncomfortable in there. I fell asleep during and woke up feeling pretty rested. Looking out the window, there were streaks of lightning coursing clouds below. Presumably we were speeding along through clouds and storms at hundreds of miles per hour, which felt strange considering how still it was inside the cabin. I prodded slightly at my underwear trying to do a covert check. It felt pretty sodden down there, so I made my way to the lavatory and got cleaned up. Before long I was freshly powdered and enjoying a bubbly drink while viewing the clouds and the moon. Things got a little strange when we touched down, but nothing I couldn't handle. I sense this experience could be much more distressing for someone other than me. I was made to go through a whole body scanner, which means the young pretty twenty something at the controls with her frizzy black hair could witness something of my shame. To my surprise, I was asked to go with her into a room nearby. "Is everything alright?" I asked. "I just need to check something quick, I'm sorry--I need you to take down your pants." She said. I did what I was told, what else could I do? I began unbuttoning my jeans. With the zipper down, I slid them down the rest of the way, revealing a pair of plaid boxer shorts. "I know you have something under those too, I need to see." I hesitated. "Don't worry, it's okay," she cooed. I slid down my shorts, revealing my brief. I couldn't bend down or feel it to see if I was wet, so she would know if I was wet or not before I did. Was I? I wasn't going to ask her. "Oh--just a diaper." She mused, looking at me with surprise. Her gaze seemed sympathetic but it still withered me a little. It said 'this man wets himself.' My legs were beginning to get chilly, it was kind of cold in this room. At least my diaper felt warm. Wait. That's not good. After a long pause, she spoke. "I'm really sorry to have to say this, but I need to check inside," she said. "What?" "It's okay, I'll get you in a fresh one after. Just need to make sure there's nothing illegal in there." I stood their motionless as she began to unfasten my tabs. She took the diaper away once she was satisfied there wasn't anything suspicious inside it. To my horror it was pretty wet, and wet with unusually yellow pee. I looked down at my dangling, diaper dependent thingy in humiliation. All the colour must have drained from my face and escaped through my crotch. I noticed she was unfolding another diaper to put on me. "Pee isn't illegal, especially not when it's contained so nicely by your diapy," She said while giving me a teasing look. I didn't know what to say to that, so I just let her fasten the clean diaper on me in silence. As I was pulling up my pants to leave, I keenly felt the first few trickles of pee leak into my new underwear. I thanked the woman and left, closing the door behind me. The End

Thank you! That's very sweet of you to say.

Weeks of quarantine have been rough, I'd been spending much of my time in the living room writing silly things or reading the news. During this time, I started to wear diapers nearly all the time, and especially to bed so I wouldn't have to get up in the night to pee. I was considering going diaper-free for a few days, but then I was found out by my roommate, Sarah. I was laying back in my chair with my feet resting comfortably on the footrest with my laptop on top of my legs, typing away. As I did I must have been absentmindedly dribbling into my diaper, like I'd been doing for days. Then, Sarah entered the room. I thought nothing of it. "Your pants are wet--" I jumped up and closed the laptop in one swift motion. "I--uh--" "What happened?" She asked, looking confused, and slightly concerned. "It's nothing, I just spilled--" "What? Spilled what?" She asked, seemingly taken aback by my slightly panicky state. "Some tea, it's that Echinacea blend--" "Only spilled it on you butt?" She wasn't buying it. "Uh, yeah." "You didn't wet your pants, did you?" "Like pee myself? No--" I said in a wavering tone. "Yeah you peed your pants." She stated bluntly. "You don't have to lie, it's okay, I'm not judging you." I sighed. "I did--" "Why didn't you get up and go to the bathroom? Didn't you notice? Why didn't you change out of--" "I dunno, I just--I, uh--was in the middle of something." "What?" She looked amused, but there was also something sympathetic and pitying in her gaze. "You--" "Okay I'm wearing a diaper and it leaked." I blurted out. She seemed startled. "Wh--no. You're wearing a diaper? Why?" "I like to wear them sometimes, it's something no one was supposed to know about--I want to just keep this to myself, and have us both forget this ever happened, okay?" I said, beginning to feel a little bit defensive. "Awh, that's cute," She cooed. "You need a diapy change? That's it?" "I need to change, yeah," I said. I felt the wetness beneath me and felt dread. I had no idea what was going to happen next. I was totally found out. "Need help?" She asked quietly. "If you don't mind, I guess--sure." She took my hand and looked up at me. "Where do you keep your diapers," she whispered. "Top shelf of the drawer." Sarah and I walked to my room. She opened the drawer slowly and quietly, to many rows of disposables stacked neatly. My regular underwear was underneath somewhere, I hadn't seen them much for a while. "Here we go, change time," She unfolded my diaper as I sat down on my bed. I was unsure if wanted here to see me without pants on in a leaky diaper. I felt exposed. I was quickly soothed though as she began to slide my shorts off to get at the soggy packaging I was in underneath. She loosened the tabs on my brief and rubbed a little powder into my groin. She must have found it in the drawer. I looked up at the ceiling and enjoyed the comfort of being changed by someone else for once, someone I happened to be growing slowly closer to. "Looks like you could use some more diapers soon, I'll buy them if you'll keep wearing them," She said. I sat up and felt the front of my clean diaper. It was bulky and fastened on snugly, seemingly better than what my own hands could do. "You would? Okay, sure, I'd love that." I smiled up at her warmly, and allowed myself to dribble out a little pressure that was building inside me. "I'll put these shorts in the wash, let's get you something clean." I stared for a moment at the wet spot on my fresh diaper, and soon Sarah was helping me into a clean pair of shorts. "That was really nice, thank you--" I gushed. "I didn't think this would happen, I thought I was doomed, my secret was out--" She held her finger up to her lips. "It's our secret now--I'll keep changing you, I like it. I need something to do, been stuck in the house for a while now. Plus, you're so cute in them!" We smiled and she took my hand and led me back to the living room. After she wiped the wetness of of my chair, she helped me sit down and gave me a blanket. It was beginning to snow outside, which is odd for April. "I'll check your diaper in a few hours, okay? Don't take it off!" "Alright," I replied. She winked and left the room. *** A few hours of me gently losing my bladder to Sarah's expertly fastened diaper came and went. I was beginning to grow so used to them that they felt like an extension of my own body. The toilet was something I only used once every few days now, it felt like I was in diapers for real rather than once in a while. I felt a large spurt of pee leave me as I sat up. Sarah was coming down the hall, I could hear her. "It's getting late, you feeling sleepy?" She asked, sitting down on the sofa beside me. I yawned, feeling another trickle of wetness escape me. "Yeah." "Let's get you ready for bed," She said playfully, leaning in closer. "You're gonna need another diaper," she whispered, taking my hand. I let her lead me into my bedroom again. I laid down obediently on my bed and watched as she got my next diaper open. She stretched it out a bit to make the padding inside less stiff. I let her take off my old diaper which was surprisingly soaked and yellow. I wasn't really sure how wet I was until I saw her rolling up my old brief. I caught a whiff of urine and the smell of her perfume as she cocooned my groin in its fresh, padded potty. I was all ready for nighttime. "There's your diaper," She winked. "Thanks so much, I don't know what to say," I whispered, feeling like I'd been hit by cupid's arrow. I admired her handiwork again, she was really good at changing diapers, better than I was. There was an almost velvety softness inside of my brief, from all of the pleasant smelling baby powder she rubbed in. "I'll be around to change you in the morning, all you gotta do is find me and tug on my shirt. I'll know," She cooed. I laid my head down on my pillow, and she pulled the blankets around me and tucked me in. I was snug in bed and warm, wearing only my diaper and an old t-shirt. I was exhausted and in heaven at the same time. "Nighty night," She blew me a kiss and got ready to close the door. "Night night," I said sleepily, yawning. She turned off my light and closed the door. I released a little of the pressure in my lower belly and was greeted by warmness. I fell asleep not long after in Sarah's expertly taped and slightly soggy night time diaper.

Jimmy was an anti-women's rights blogger drumming up support for deviant politics. One day, he disappeared. Jacob was suspicious. A lot of the men in his circles had been vanishing lately. When he complained to the police, the mostly female task force was understandably dismissive. Figures, he thought, as he went back home to call others rude names on the internet and post memes. After a particularly long day of ranting online and pushing forward irresponsible nostrums, Jacob decided to sleep off some of his sublimated frustrations. He fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, one that seemed a lot longer than normal. Was our friend Jacob perhaps 'let go of' unfairly? He wasn't a particularly good polemicist or propagandist, though he was unforgivably sure of his own opinions and cruel to those that opposed him. Someone wanted him placed in the 'fulfillment centre', and so he was placed there. That's all that seemed to matter anymore, for better or for worse. After an unusually tranquil sleep, Jacob woke up slowly, hardly able to make out what was happening for a little while. There was a warmness spreading on his bottom that confused him, but soon he noticed the bars of the large crib he was imprisoned in. Was he--he was. He was in a large nursery, filled with cribs and numerous young women scurrying about attending to the padded prisoners. After a while, Jacob became aware of his diaper, which was sodden and smelly from a number of pees. How long had he been out? "Looks like my big boy's awake!" Said Jacob's nurse. He squinted at her colorfully designed name tag, but was having a hard time figuring out what her name was. She was really pretty though, he thought. A thin stream of pee began to leave him as his nurse laid him down for a diaper change. He didn't resist. "Now now, let's not get too handsy--" She cooed, swatting away Jacob's hands as he reached for her supple breasts. "You're so pretty," Jacob gushed. As he did, a spurt of pee pees tricked out into his fresh and still unfastened diaper. "Now's not the time for making advances, little boy. You've gotta be potty trained first! Then we can teach you how to be a gentleman," She cooed, feeling pity for him but also a sense of motherly concern for his well-being. After all, he was going to be fairly regressed and dependent for a while, and not just dependent on diapers. Jacob looked down in surprise at his new diaper, which somehow comforted him but he knew not why. He dribbled a bit into it and then laid back onto his side sleepily. "How long have I been asleep?" He asked her. "It's been a couple of months to be honest," she replied politely, tossing her hair back behind her shoulders. "You'll be ready for retraining in a few months, but until then I think we haven't cooked you all the way yet--it's back into the black womb for you--" "What?" Was all Jacob could manage before he was put under again with a strong dose of tranquilizer. In order to remake the man, they needed to turn him into a tabula rasa, or blank slate, much like he was on the day he was born. Surely these were drastic and draconian measures, but might makes right and those that know are those that can control their world. Jacob was not in the know. This new fanatical matriarchy was. The End If anyone wants to build into this universe, please feel free to continue the story (or stories) in the comments section below. Hope you have fun.

"I was twenty-three years old, and I'd just gotten out of a two-year diploma program when I started wearing pull-ups at night so I didn't have to get up for the potty. -Laughs- Such infantile language, I know--I got really chilly having to sit down to pee, and plus it starts to wake me up. I like to have chamomile tea before bed, with two tea bags in it and it always ends up waking me up at like three am. A couple of months later, I ended up getting a stressful new job in the big city--I'd always wanted to live in Baltimore since I was a little girl--and I started waking up while peeing, yeah, I know--luckily I had my overnights to keep me warm and dry, and my pug Olly to keep me safe. I was beginning to have other problems too. I had a few dates, but wasn't finding anyone that I felt like I could connect with on a deeper interpersonal level, it seems a lot of guys were intimidated by me because I'm--well, beautiful, but they wouldn't be afraid of me if they knew I was wearing something so crinkly and fashionably medical as my panties. No, I don't know what fashionably medical means, I just wanted to say it. -Laughs- I think I want to do a lot more with myself than these guys do, they seem upset when I want to go places and have real adventures. But yeah. I was starting to feel strong urges to pee during the day and it was taking me away from my work. It was more than distracting though, it was beginning to feel a bit painful. A stinging annoyance in the tender area of my lower belly. So I began letting loose in my pull-ups more to take the pressure off--my life is hard enough already without having to pee all the time and potty dance at my desk in my chair. I always put a little baby powder into them in the morning. It helps me feel fresh. These diapers--well--pull-ups, are really absorbent compared to some of the other brands on offer so I wear them during the day too. Yep, I take spares with me to work. I tear off my old one and slide another one on like they're underwear--I guess they are. I usually go through about three panties per day, so a pack lasts me like four days usually. It's hard to slide the new ones on at work, you have take off your leggings all the way. It's a hassle. I really like to wear Lulu Lemon--my butt must be a lemon now, even more so because it's so often covered yellow with pee. It's a secret I hope. These aren't too sheer right? I have been considering Tena supers. With the tabs on either side, it would make for more convenient changing in the stalls at work. Plus, they look like they can take a beating. I think if I met a guy, he'd just have to accept this is a part of my life. I'm interested in a relationship with depth rather than a one night stand or something where I can't share myself fully and with authenticity. There's of course a lot more to life than sexual relationships, which men who interview women are often liable to forget. So, that's it! That's my pull-ups story. Ladies, you don't have to feel insecure about your underwear needs."

Hi all. I thought I'd tell you my hospital diapering story. I write to you right now while wearing a large and somewhat soggy diaper with a medical look to it, while wrapped up snugly in my warm blankets. These diapers are very spacious and thick, they have the odd effect of making me forget where my pee-pee is positioned at all--seems it could be anywhere in the mass of almost nerve-numbing padding. I think I wet while I was laying down earlier, though I'm not totally sure. Probably peed a couple of times. Feels like I won't need a change for a while though. When I poke at these undies very gently with one finger only, it seems like wave of pressure is coming from all directions. I couldn't tell you where my finger was, or where my genitals were. They're in there somewhere, and that's probably for the better considering the accidents. Let me back up a bit and tell you how I got here, and how I ended up in diapers pretty much against my will. I had a mental health episode back in early February that landed me in an institution. I would rather not go into the specifics, suffice to say I was going to be holed up for a while. I remember that the food was hard to get used to at first, but, you get used to it. As a safety precaution, I was only allowed to wear the outfit that was approved there, a plain looking hospital gown and some ruffly thin trousers. They'd begun to force an unknown cocktail of medications on me which were having some pretty strong effects. I could tell by how sedated I was that there was some kind of anti-psychotic in the chemical soup. Three times a day with meals I took pills of many different colours, none of which I knew the potential side effects of. I guess I had to simply place my trust in an authority whose methods were unknown to me. It was around my fifth day there when I noticed pee leaking down my leg under the trousers I had on. It had already came out, I had no recollection of peeing. I was a bit dazed, and couldn't make out what that strange cold feeling was for a while. I noticed when I sat down in a chair in the common room that my crotch had a few thin lines of wetness emanating downward from it. It was only then that it dawned on me, I'd wet myself. No idea when, but I was wet now. I stood up and shuffled around, looking for my nurse. Her name's Lindy, she's a pretty woman a few years older than me. If I had to describe her body type, she's fit but a little thick, with something extra on the caboose. You'd almost think she was wearing diapers too, if it wasn't for her panty lines. I spotted her as she walked briskly past me on her way to the east wing. I had to catch up with her, but she was too quick. I followed along behind, trying hard to stay focused. It seemed like I was nearly ready to forget the whole matter and lay down on the cool tile floor for a nap. "Lindy?" I called. "Lindy?" She stopped and turned. "Yes?" "I had an accident I think," I said calmly, much more calmly than I would have if I wasn't totally drugged. "I see, I see," She said in a laid back and cool way. "Let's go, follow me." I was a little bit disoriented as she led me by the hand to the room I was staying in. I had little sense that we were going there until we were actually in the room. In a lot of ways it was more like a cell than a room, with white walls and an angular metal bunk bed being its most defining features. Up above my bed there was a small sliver of window, with bright sunlight trying to poke as much of itself in as possible. "Can you sit on the floor for me, hon?" She helped me to sit on the floor. The chillness of it made me shudder. Suddenly, I was feeling really cold. I started to shiver. "I'm c-cold," I stammered. "It might be a side effect of one of your meds. I'll be right back, you just stay on the floor, okay?" "Why the floor?" I asked hazily. "Well," She began, as if trying to find the nicest words possible give the awkward circumstances, "I'm afraid you'll pee on the bed--be right back, just stay there..." She trailed off as she briskly exited the room, closing the door behind her. I distinctly remember hearing the door's lock reverb through the room as it was turned, and suddenly I felt a burst of warmth on my crotch as I erupted into feeble shivers. I don't know how long I sat there, but when Lindy returned she had a really thick looking blanket which immediately put my heart at rest in a child-like sort of way when I saw it. She was also holding under her arm what looked like a package of diapers. I watched as she laid the blanket out on the bed and placed the diapers on my little bedside table by the ruled journal they gave us. I took this fact without concern, not really making the connection of assuming that those diapers were going to be there for me. Soon Lindy had placed a mat on the floor beside my bed and motioned for me to come over. "Come on, come on sweetie. This won't be so bad." I went to her cooing call, transfixed by her disarming gaze. It almost looked sensual at the time, but I doubt she wanted anything to do with my pants-wetting butt beyond merely changing it. Before I really knew what hit me, I was fastened into a gigantic crinkly diaper. I tried to sit up at first but fell back. Luckily, Lindy was there to catch me and help me sit up against my bed. "So, we have you in a brief," she said, looking at me with a sympathetic gaze that suggested a little pity as well. "I need you to not try to take this off, okay? I really, really need you to cooperate with me." "I don't wanna wear a diaper--" "I know, I know you don't. But I really can't trust you after that big accident you just had," she cooed. "No, no!" I said, raising my voice slightly as the gravity of the situation began to weigh on me. "Please, they're not so bad to wear... Will you do it for me?" She winked at me and smiled contagiously. I couldn't help but capture a little of her smile on my own lips. "Well, fine," I said after a pause. "But I don't need diapers." "Yes you do, remember that accident you had? I can't have you trailing pee. That's not nice feeling, is it?" She shook her head for emphasis. "Oh, yeah," I replied after a pause. I shivered some more and Lindy helped me into my bed and under the covers. She tucked me in like as if she was my mommy. It felt that way at the time. "Now you're all snuggly and warm, and protected. I will bring you your dinner and your medication soon, okay?" "Thanks mommy," I said before I could stop myself. I laughed at the silliness of what I'd just said and could have swore I felt something warm swelling up on my crotch. "Sorry mo--I uh--sorry Lindy." She looked at me for a long time after I said that. Not with an unhappy gaze though. I could see some pity in her eyes for her poor diapered patient, but there was something motherly mingled in there as well. When she sat down on my bed and began to stroke my hair, the motherliness was made much more manifest. There was no doubt that she cared about me in that most vulnerable moment. I think as she stroked my hair, I continued to dribble into my diaper. I shivered here and there, which only made the fight to keep my pee inside more difficult. I have no idea how much I was peeing at the time, but after she left the room I took a peek under the covers and saw that it looked puffy and yellow, though I felt totally dry. It was weird at first, I wasn't used to the oddly comforting and convenient mechanics of my new diapered life. Here I was peeing myself in bed and it didn't even feel wet. I looked at the plastic tabs fastened firmly on the front panel of my underwear and tried to pull one of them off out of curiosity and absentmindedness. It wouldn't budge, so I gave up my effort soon after. I didn't know what to think about being diapered at the time. so I rolled over and tried to get some sleep. I passed out almost immediately. I woke up in a daze and tried to sit up, though I struggled to at first, feeling a little bit dizzy. I stared at the wall for a while as I came to. The room seemed darker somehow. I looked up at the little window and saw no light pushing through. It must have been the middle of the night. I went under the covers again and looked at my diaper with an absentminded, child like curiosity again. My diaper's different! It wasn't soggy yellow anymore. When did that happen? *** I'll cut to the chase and fast forward a little. As the weeks went on I came to really like Lindy's diaper changes. She was really gentle about it and rubbed lots of baby powder into me with intimate movements. Her changes were the highlight of my otherwise dreary days at the asylum. I liked to look at her thick thighs as she cleaned me. I wasn't sure if my bladder control was getting better or not, and I didn't really care or think about it. As the weeks went by I watched as package after package of disposables came and went, doing their time on my feeble and soggy bottom before being relegated to the diaper genie. By the time of writing this, it seems I've lost most of my bladder control. But I'm not really concerned, since I have Lindy around most days of the week to keep me changed and secure. Maybe it's not so bad here. I found a group to play with during common time. When we aren't playing video games together, we're playing with blocks. They don't seem to know that there's a diaper under my pants, but it seems like they're as hazy and inattentive as me. I swear I caught a glimpse of the waistband of a pull-up on one of the women in the group. Maybe most of the patients here were in some kind of diaper. Luckily for me Lindy always made sure I was changed into a clean brief before playtime so I wouldn't have to be interrupted. So that's my story. I hope you liked it. End note: this is a fictional account. Hope you enjoyed the ride.

Chapter 5 How did i find myself in this situation? It was clear the last few months had changed me in more ways than one. I went from at first being a bit confused about the whole diaper idea, to being concerned for Lila's well-being, to finally giving in and ending up in diapers myself. It was beginning to feel like these soft squishy things were a bit dangerous in a way. They were pulling Lila and I into an irreversible dependence upon them. Or, maybe my mind was wandering too much in the haze of having just woken up. Still, I brought an accident on myself through carelessness. I had to stop it now while I could, so I resolved to do that. I nudged Lila to wake her; the alarm hadn't yet roused her. "Mmm-" She hummed. Yawning and turning to face me, a sleepy smile spread. I felt her hand come to rest on my crotch under the covers. "Getting used to them?" Lila squished my diaper. "Sorta." "How sorta? You're not peeing the bed like me are you?" She probed insightfully. "Ok- I admit it," I began. "Last night, I dunno. I don't think I woke up at all. It's becoming so natural now." "Aww-" She kissed me and squished my padding again. "It's nice isn't it? Guess you'll be wearing every night now? You should then-" She didn't seem very concerned, but I guess that was typical Lila. I was relieved that she didn't mind much. I think it upset me enough for the both of us anyway. "I don't want to wear at night anymore. I gotta stop doing this before it gets serious." "You sure? I wouldn't if I were you." Lila stretched out, her diaper butt crinkling as she did. She snuggled the blankets closer to her and closed her eyes. "Not having to get out of bed, peeing whenever you want- Not having to feel the least rush or concern for a central need of your life. Don't you want to just give into your padded potty like me?" She took a deep breath. "I know, it's different in my case- but not by much. Who wants to get out of bed at 3am? You gotta get your sleep you know." I laid still for a moment unable to respond. She was pretty convincing when she wanted to be. Something about the early morning and just waking up made her surprisingly lucid from time to time. This a little known fact about Lila, one which I was lucky to be intimately acquainted with. "Well-" I began tiredly. It seemed her response took all the energy out of my concerns. Maybe I would just keep wearing them to bed. No! What was I saying? "All warm and soft- and sometimes it tickles too," She mused. "A bunch of bathroom visits, or a quick easy change once in a while? S'great." "I know it works for you, but I can't- Tonight it's going to be underwear for me." "Fine, fine- Wait..." She opened her eyes. "Get up in the night if you want, but you still need to wear," She said gently. "Just in case." "Alright. Good point." I replied. We laid in silence for a while, not wanting to get out of bed and face the world yet. "Want a change? I asked. "Maybe wait 'till after breakfast." The day passed quickly, and after a late dinner we were in bed again. Hopefully there'd be no accidents, except for Lila's usual squishyness. For a few nights, there were no accidents and things went alright. But eventually, disaster struck. I woke up with a start, feeling something warm. I wasn't sure what was going on for a few moments, but I soon realized pee was leaking out of me so I clenched down, stopping the rest of the flow. I still had to go kind of badly, so I gave in and let the rest trickle out. Since I already soaked myself, might as well stay in bed for the rest of it, I figured. A few thoughts began to haunt me as I tried to fall back asleep. I've done this twice now! Was it all downhill from here? Lila has problems holding it, and had trouble even before padding up. What's my excuse? I've done this to myself, haven't I? The next night I had another accident, and also ended up leaking. The night after that, I leaked again. Lila decided that between us both, the mattress had been done in- it had seen it's last day. I guess we should have invested in a plastic cover or something earlier on. As I saw it go out with the trash covered in unfortunate stains, we joked that it was something we created together. The changes of the last few months- be them diaper changes or changes in attitude were overall good and I think they brought Lila and I closer. But, that's not the end of the story-

Chapter 1 ---------------------------------------------------------- It was a quiet Saturday afternoon, and Lila let her long dark hair flow down loosely around her head. It covered her bare shoulders in a slightly frizzy mess of tangles. We were comfortably resting close together, reading books in silence on our ratty old loveseat. The rhythmic rising and falling of her breath distracted me, but was very welcome. I looked up and towards the window with the curtains drawn back. It was bright blue and positive outside, a lively springtime urge to go outside grabbed me. "Looks nice out," I nudged her. Her dark eyes glanced at me, then out the window. "Yeaa-," she stretched. "Blossoms are really coming out the last few days." "Could have a picnic-" "I knew you'd say that. I'm allergic to the outside this time of year, you know that-" she whined. "I think it just from being inside this dusty place." I said. "Maybe," she returned to her book indifferently. "So you wanna?" "Nah." "Please?" I pleaded. "Eh-" "Some sun will do us some good." She pulled her hair back into a loose bun as she spoke. "The sun- Even if I stay in the shade, I get so brown..." "We're going outside! Just for a little while." "Fine," She agreed, closing her book with a slap. She stood before I did and walked past me, leaving her scent in her wake. Only lately she'd began to smell like pee. I could tell she'd had an accident again before I saw it. "You soaked your undies and the couch- again." I frowned. "The third time you went since yesterday!" "Did I?" She looked down and felt the front of her underwear. A grey, soaked pair hung around her hips. "You coudn't feel it when you stood up just now? Shouldn't it feel cold, like getting out of the shower?" "I- I dunno," She said. "Did you feel it happen?" "Yes," She hesitated. "Well, why does this keep happening? You can be totally honest, you know- I only want to help. It's not just an accident this time, this is the third time in two days," I rambled. She bit her lower lip and took a deep breath. "I don't want to get up. It feels nice- I can pee whenever I need to. It's my furniture, and we're about to send it to the road anyway." "Uh- so," I sat stunned. That was totally unexpected. "That's... that's something I guess." I said awkwardly. "I thought you wouldn't be upset. You know I'm a little weird- this isn't the first thing you've had to put up with. I'm like, just being me." She said in an apologetic way. "I wouldn't just let go on the carpet." She added. "No- it's alright. I get you," I started. "But like- Lila, what the fuck are you on?" I tried not to laugh. She smiled. "Well I was on the loveseat with you until you made me get up. Maybe we could stay here still?" She held her palms up in a dramatic shrug. "Fine, we can stay. I guess we have to now. I mean, what if you had an accident like that in public?" I teased. She blushed. "I wouldn't." "Oh, you wouldn't?" "It's just something I wanted to do, not something I can't help." She said whimsically. "I don't believe it! You should be in diapers," I joked. She struggled for words for a moment. "No- L-like I said, it's- just something I wanted to do for a while now. Does it bother you?" I thought for a moment. Honestly, It wasn't that big of an issue for me. "It's fine, it's fine," I said casually. "I wish you would have told me first though." "You're right. I should have-" "If you want to tell me anything going forward, don't hesitate." I laid my head on the cushion behind me and closed my eyes. I felt her sit down beside me (in the cold, wet spot she made) and open her book again. She was a strange woman but I loved her. Next morning while I was preparing breakfast, she was nowhere to be found. She must have snuck out of bed before I woke up. When she came home later with groceries, I though nothing of it. The new loveseat had been delivered and later that day we were again cuddling together and reading. Her soft breathing caught my attention as she laid into me. I kissed her neck and buried my face into her hair. I came across something plastic-y feeling as my hand grazed her upper thigh above her pajama bottoms. I stopped. "What's that?" I whispered. Wordlessly Lila slid off her pants. A soggy looking adult diaper clung to her. "You mentioned diapers, I hadn't thought of that before. I wanted to try them," She pressed hard on her diaper making it moosh. "If that's what you want to wear-" "But it is!" She said enthusiastically. "You should try one on, These are so comfy." She tried to press her knees together but they wouldn't touch. "It feels warm at first- when you pee, but then you sort of forget you peed at all after a while." I admired her belly and thighs with her diaper fastened on in between. "They're cute on you." She scooched forward a bit and patted her diaper lazily while looking up at me. "Change me." "You can change your own diaper," I said. "No I can't!" She began. "I'm too tired right now. Do you want me to leak on the couch?" "Just don't pee any more so you don't leak." "I want to pee though. It's soothing. Plus how will I get up in time if I have to go bad?" "Alright, sure. Since you clearly can't do it yourself," I teased. "Look at you, you're totally helpless- lying there in your own wetness." "I know. I wish I didn't have to use diapers, but it's too hard. You can find clean ones in our top drawer." "Okay, be right back," I got up and piled some pillows behind Lila for her to lay into. "Hurry! I think I just peed a little more." Soon I got to work changing her. I noticed there were wet wipes in the drawer as well so I brought them down with me. I cleaned her gently as she continued to read. A few small dribbles leaked out of her and I got a fresh wipe to wash them away, though some of it ended up on her new diaper. The fastening of the diaper's tabs were the only thing to break the silence. "All nice and clean, I hope you're happy," I said as I took my position behind her again on the loveseat. She felt the front of her new diaper and looked up at me, as if only now aware that she'd been changed. Maybe she was that focused on her book. "This is so nice- I love you," she said softly. We kissed. Chapter 2 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "I won't hold back so I hope you'll look out for me," Lila eyed me innocently. "Well, if this is what you want- Is it really? I mean you've been in dipes for two days straight now." Turning towards the bathroom mirror again, she said plainly as if it was the most common thing: "I do." I glanced at her bare legs and the ruffled and soft disposable that sagged between them. There was something worn-in looking about the diaper after she'd been wearing it for hours. I wondered for a moment if I was beginning to like this as much as she was. Probably not, but I was getting comfortable with the idea at least. She carefully put on a little eyeliner and I noticed it looked like she started to pee again. She stood a little more still than normal, but seemed absent to the wetness spreading; though I could see it from where I was. Lila looked down and squished the front of her diaper quickly before returning to the mirror. "But, wearing to dinner- with your parents present? Don't you think that's going to far?" I asked. She looked at me with confusion. "How will they find know? No one suspects a diaper." "I Guess you're right- but what if you leak?" "I won't- It takes at least a few hours before I need to change right?" "True," I called back. Lila got some pants on and I made sure to comb my hair. I changed her quickly before we left (she still insisted that I'm always changing her) and we were on the road ten minutes later. I think I was beginning to like changing her. Though the humid and musky smell of pee wasn't all that great, the experience was surprisingly intimate overall. As we drove I was struck by the pleasant feminine smell that was carried in the perfume that floated off her and into the cramped space of the car. It was pretty opposite to the pee that was already locked away in the diaper below her jeans. She was hardly holding back or anxious about wetting, so I guessed she was already wet. I wondered if she thought much about the prospect of leaking. She was kind of a risk taker and a free-spirit, so I figured it didn't factor into her take of what the night was going to be like. As I admired her mystery and unusual character, I wanted her badly. What did I do to deserve a girl this great? "Mom's making dolmades tonight," Lila said while staring at her phone. "Of course." "Ya ya." When we got out of the car, Lila adjusted her shirt making sure her waist was covered. We rung the doorbell and waited. I felt more nervous than she did, but what did I have to hide? "Come in, come in," We were led to the table as soon as we had our shoes off. The house smelled like a restaurant and was as warm from preparing the food as it was warm from their hospitality. "No problem to be a little late. Everything is ready just as you arrive!" The food was laid out nicely on the table and homemade hummus and bread were set out as appetizers too. After a few bites and a bit of conversation, I forgot about Lila's situation. After the door closed behind us the anxiety I felt before sprung up into my mind. Now everything was okay- our bellies were full, the sun had set and the night was warm. Everything worked out fine. "How'd the dipe hold up?" I asked casually as we pulled out of the driveway. "I have no idea. I'm not leaking though I don't think," she replied in the darkness beside me. "Ah, s'probably alright then." "Yeaa," she yawned a little yawn and took out her phone. The glare lit up her face in contrast with the surrounding darkness. "So how long do you think, you know- you'll keep wearing the diapers? Until the bag you bought is gone?" I asked. "Hmm..." She paused. "Well, I don't know. We'll see how it goes. Maybe for a few more days... or... maybe not? Could be a week at least? Maybe that's okay?" She asked hoping for my approval. "If you want keep wearing them, it's fine with me." "Really? 'Cause maaybe- I could keep wearing these longer- A lot longer," She replied shyly. "Yep, that's fine. But maybe I can't change you all the time." "Well you don't have to, buut, I really like it when you do." "You know, I'm starting to like it too... I was thinking about it earlier a bit." I looked at her and away from the road for a moment. "I'm-" she signed. "Really happy. I wanted to do this- I didn't think I'd get to share it with anyone..." I felt Lila looking for my hand in the darkness. We held hands the whole drive home. Chapter 3 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A few weeks had passed by now, and Lila was still padded up daily. Though I brought the issue up a few times, she seemed pretty content to keep wearing her toilet and carrying it around with her around her waist. That's Lila for you. In some ways it was an adjustment for me- the bathroom began to smell faintly of pee (and so did Lila sometimes) which wasn't all that nice, but you have to make compromises for the ones you love, right? I laid in bed, planning the day ahead. Looking over at Lila, her soggy morning dipe hugged her butt as she hurried to get ready. I was surprised how normal the whole diaper thing was becoming and I feared I was beginning to get turned on by her wet diaper butt. I told myself it wasn't the case: It was Lila who was doing it, not her underwear. I wasn't totally convinced, but I tried to forget it as I sat up. She put down her phone and began to brush her hair. I glanced again at the yellowed garment around her. How much attention did she give to her accidents? It seemed like her crinkly potties were damp whenever I saw them now. "You're always up before me," I said. "Yea. It's the sun coming in that does it- looks nice out." "Want me to change you quick?" She turned to look at me before feeling her diaper. "How bad is it?" "Pretty squishy looking. Wouldn't be that way if you went to the toilet you know." "Obviously silly," She joked. "But, I can't go to the toilet anymore because I'm so comfy wearing these now." "I noticed. You're wet like, every time I see you without pants-" She sat down on the bed beside me with a little squish. "I think I went in my sleep last night." "What?!" "I remember waking up slightly- but I was already peeing... I dunno though." "You're going to need those soggy things if you keep this up. I think you should take a break from them for a while- for me." "Nooo..." She whimpered. "Please, these are so nice to wear- you would know if you tried wearing them. I have lots, and they'd fit you as good as they do me. I paused for thought. "If I try one on, maybe you could take a week break from diapers?" "Well- Maybe. Yes, I will. But, only if you wear for a week," A smile spread on her lips. "3 days?" I asked. "Okay, deal." She stood and opened up the top dresser drawer and rummaged. "You don't mean right now?" She turned toward me again and gave a relaxed shrug. In her hand were two neatly folded disposables. "Why not? Trust me they're really soft and convenient," She sat down gently beside me. "No one is going to know-" She added. "Convenient? Uhh-" I felt a bit uneasy. Lila rubbed my back. "Let me care for you for once. Shh-" She laid me back on the bed and I looked up at her gentle gaze, feeling a little more at ease. Lila cooed softly as she slid down my underwear. "It's only a diaper. You don't even have to use them like me, if you want to, you can of course, but no problem." She unfolded the diaper that was meant for me with care. "Just treat them like underwear. It's any other day, you're running errands and getting things done- before you know it you'll forget you have one on at all," she continued as she fastened the strange bulk around my hips. She stood up, with her saggy diaper hanging on her perhaps a bit saggier than before. It looked like the tabs were struggling to stay in place after a whole night and morning of Lila's abuses. "How does it feel?" She asked. "If you don't want to go through with it, now's your chance." I stood up with Lila and felt the soft bulk around me. It was like I had 10 pairs of underwear on. I moved my hips from side to side. "Not so bad right?" She chimed in as I pressed my knees together. The diaper crinkled. It was thick and pillow like, I could only imagine how thick it felt after using it, though I was pretty sure I wasn't going to do that. I reminded myself I was doing this for Lila's sake more than anything. What if she started wetting the bed every night? I didn't want her to hurt herself. Maybe a week in regular underwear again would remind her of the importance of moderation. I hoped so. "They're not so bad. Kind of comfy I guess- I see what you mean," I said. Lila gave me a big hug. "Just like any other day. I'll put your jeans on for you- Forget you have it on." After that was done with, she opened the dresser again to find a shirt for herself. A few drips were forming a small puddle beneath her as she looked in the dresser intently. "Lila- you're leaking- Stop!" I said. She looked down quickly. "I am!?" She pointed at the other diaper still sitting neatly on the bed. "Hurry-" The light coming through the curtains shined on the little pee rivers running down her legs as I undid her diaper carefully where she stood. As I wrapped it up, it leaked warmly onto my hands and the floor. "Fuck," I called out. "Sorry-" Lila called from behind. I tossed the dirty away and got her diaper on while she stood patiently. I cleaned her quickly in silence. As I was fastening on the last tab I noticed her crotch going yellow. "Can't wait until I'm finished?" I said grumpily. "But, I don't want to wait. I have to go when I have to go I guess." She said in her Lila way. "It's fine, It's fine- Sorry," I added. "Didn't expect to get pee on me like that though... You need to be more careful. I know you like me to change you, and I like to do it sometimes too, but you need to watch out for leaks. Not me." "Sorry." She said gently. "It sucks- that I leaked. My fault. I'll be more careful, alright? I'll clean up the carpet too, don't worry, okay?" We kissed after I finished changing her. "Love you," I called as I made my way to the sink to wash my hands. "Love you, too." She called back from behind somewhere. I had forgotten I was wearing a diaper until my mind wandered to it as I turned on the sink. She was right. Besides wearing one of Lila's diapers, I figured the next few days would pass pretty much same as usual. I reflected on the events of the last few weeks and thought about how Lila let it flow out while I was changing her. Would she leak on the carpet again? If she was going to go a week without wearing her protection, maybe she would. That would be a bit annoying, but more than anything I was upset because she was hurting herself doing this. Was she? It seemed that way. I knew I was okay with her alternative lifestyle, but perhaps this was becoming unbalanced now. Would she end up having to depend on them? I wanted to prevent that if I could. Though she really seemed to like wearing them, what if she didn't want to do the whole 24/7 thing a year from now? Chapter 4 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The three days I was in diapers went smoothly. I thought it would. I didn't end up using them, and I was happy it was over. A part of me enjoyed their comfort, at least at night. I didn't want to wear them all day though, they got surprisingly sweaty if you needed to move around much. I peered into the room where Lila was relaxing. She didn't notice I was there, and for a moment I admired her natural beauty complimented by a few rays of sunshine peeking through the nearby window. She was cozied up on the couch in just a tank top and her very used diaper. "Hey," I said finally. Lila looked up and lowered her book. "What's up?" "So I wore for three days, like you said. You know what's next." I sat down beside her. "I bet you liked wearing them. Aren't they nice?" "It wasn't too bad." I replied casually. Lila returned to her book as if hoping I'd leave it at that and let her continue on peeing away the afternoon on the couch. "So, I have some underwear here for you to wear-" I added gently. "Awh..." She whimpered and set the book on the table as she sat up. "I know. I don't want to part you from your new found freedom, but you've gotta wear something else from time to time. Just a little break, it's only a week." I squished her diaper up against her. "If you want, you can go right back to dipes afterwards- of course." "You're right, just a little break. Hold on..." She made a face and her belly went tight- was she letting out a few last drops? Lila took off her diaper and I mine. For the first time in a while, we were both in underwear. Lila pouted as if trying to convince me to let her slip her diaper back on again. Dry or soaked, I didn't think she cared either way. I almost wanted to call it off and let her go back to what she was comfortable with. But it was only a week anyway, I thought. "Hunh," She sighed. "I feel exposed-" "You really should try to go without diapers for a while," I replied gently. "I know it's uncomfortable now, but it will be for the better. What if you get too used to diapers, and can't go without them if you wanted to? You don't want that, right?" She brushed her hair behind her shoulders with her hand and looked down at her underwear, lost in thought. "I dunno, I think I'd rather just wear diapers forever then- I have to try to hold it, for a whole week!" "Only a week. You can do it, it won't be so bad." I held her. "Alright, I guess I have to." "You've got this." Her face lightened a bit and we kissed quickly. She took my hand and lead me. Lila made her way downstairs, I followed close behind. "Wanna bake something with me?" "What about dinner?" I replied. "Nah! Let's just make some cookies." She said with her usual whimsy. "I'll make something to eat, you can make the dessert." "Okay, sounds fun." We found ourselves in the kitchen prepping things up before long. "Gimme the sugar when you're finished with it." "Yeah, just a sec," She called back. I looked over to where she was sitting. She was forming the cookie dough into shapes. The ceiling fan above spun the smell of the soup I was making throughout the house. "I smell salt. How much did you put in?" She asked. "Er- less this time, I think. I forgot to measure it out." "You didn't measure?" "You can't smell salt- I don't think?" I continued, trying to dodge the question. I hoped it would turn out okay. "I can though," she replied. I heard the chair sliding across the floor from behind me and a gasp I turned to see what happened instinctively. Lila was staring with wide eyes at the chair she was sat on moments before- It had a glimmering puddle on it now. I doubt she spilled water, though. What else could it be? She'd already peed! It was worse than I thought. She had only been out of diapers for an hour! Her dark eyes darted to mine. "Ugh- I knew this would happen! Please, just let me go back in diapers- I don't want to deal with this today." She moaned. "Are you trying to hold it in?" I asked plainly. "It's really hard! I hate this. So cold- I wouldn't even know it happened if I just had a diaper on." "Maybe you'll have to wear them then, but don't give up yet." I said with more sympathy. "Keep trying- just a little longer, you can do it." I added. "Okay, okay. It's only one accident I guess." I finished making the food while Lila freshened up and cleaned up her puddle. On the upside, the soup turned out okay and the cookies were delicious. After dinner we cleaned up and watched a movie together. She had two more little accidents while we were resting into one another. This was already getting out of hand. I wondered if there'd be no controlling Lila's bladder. At this rate, I was beginning to lose faith. I went off to bed before her, feeling tired and not wanting to deal with more accidents for a while. As I came to, it was dark out and Lila had crawled in bed beside me at some point. Something was off, and I felt around as I woke up more. Soaked. The bed was soaked. It didn't seem like she stirred at all. It dawned on me that I couldn't handle a whole week of waking up swimming in Lila's night time accidents. There was just no way. The mattress would be ruined, if it isn't already. I guess underwear wasn't hers to wear anymore. It was going to be diapers from now on I figured. I shook her shoulder softy, trying to wake her. "Huh-" She said. I feared I felt something warm spreading as I roused her. "You've ruined the mattress my dear." I said with resign. "Let's just call this whole thing off." "What?" She yawned and sat up, stretching. "Oh!" She jumped. "Don't worry about it, it's not your fault," I sat up with her and held her. "I really can't stop it- I'm so sorry." She cried. Soaked in pee, We held each other as she sobbed gently in the dark. In the resigned attitude I felt then, there was nothing but love for Lila on my mind. "I love you just as much- Accidents or none. Okay? I'll get you changed- Problem solved." I cooed. "Shh-" I held her closer. "You remember how you said I could tell you anything?" She asked. I squeezed her. "Of course, whatever it is, let me know." "Part of the reason I wanted to go on the couch a few weeks ago- all my life it's been so annoying to hold it. it's like I need to pee all the time. No one knows. I can- or, could, hold it but it was tough. I'm scared I'm losing control," She rambled. "Let's go to the doctor tomorrow morning." I said. "Maybe it isn't that bad though? I never thought it was serious enough for that until now..." She added. I kissed her on the cheek. "Well, it's serious." I said gently. "You keep having accidents, and you were always having trouble? I'm worried about you." "Okay-" I could just make out the glimmer on her eyes in the darkness as we gazed at one another. "Let's go tomorrow." We kissed tenderly. Laying down in bed and turning over, I had almost forgot the situation we were in. As I got up, Lila was already across the room and she turned on the lights. It brought painful squinting as I tried to get used to it. Wordlessly I went to the drawer and brought out a diaper and wipes. I began to clean her up and change her on the floor. She looked relieved, though a little less thrilled to be in diapers than usual. We managed to get an appointment for a few days out, so we had to wait around until then. Until we went, Lila seemed not her usual self. The accidents were weighing heavily on her mind still I guessed. I asked Lila if I could borrow another one of her diapers for bed tonight. She happily agreed. I kind of liked the feeling, and it made her happy, so why not? It lifted her spirits that she wasn't alone with what she was wearing. I just hoped she'd be her normal self again soon. After the check up, we found out she had a small and overactive bladder. For Lila it made life a lot more pleasant if she could just go whenever the need strikes. I told her it was okay, and if she really feels the need to wear, she doesn't ever have to stop. So for a few weeks life went on mostly as usual. Lila was back in her preferred underwear and feeling much better, and I was indulging more myself. I would wear with her every night; I seemed to sleep best when I was padded now. Sometimes, I would wake up in the night and decide to do as Lila does. It was warm and funny but not really unpleasant, and before I knew it I'd be asleep again. It was nice not having to find a toilet in the dark. One morning I woke before her and noticed both of our diapered butts were soggy. It was kind of sweet, in a way. Things got strange for me though, when I woke up wet without remembering waking up. Did I really not wake up? I felt the bulky padding that surrounded me as Lila snoozed beside me. I didn't remember a thing. I wasn't sure what to think. Do I tell her? I knew one thing. Maybe it was time for me to stop wearing at night. I looked down at the deformed squishy fabric fastened around me and wondered how it came to this. I can't start having accidents. I can't.

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