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I would say - no, don't ask, because why would you want someone else to wear? Only if you find it sexually appealing. If you enjoy diapers for comfort, then why should it matter if someone else is into it or not? If it's just a friend, someone that values your friendship, don't cross that line, because you can't go back. That's like asking if you could rub their feet when they know you have a foot fetish or wearing a certain kind of outfit because you find it appealing. It can be a bit degrading for your friend. I've had friends who I had to end the friendship because they wanted to sleep with me. Most likely you'll ruin the friendship. It only changes if they themselves bring up the topic and are generously curious about ABDL. Of course there are expectations, but my advice? You shouldn't tell anyone about your ABDL side unless it's your significant other (and maybe if your friends with someone in the kink community). No one needs nor do they want to know.

Here is the next chapter ❤️ You can find the following 2 chapters and a bunch of other content on my Patreon page! Red Queen / Mamabug is creating ABDL stories/podcasts | Patreon Chapter Two Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. At first, the pain was too real for her to function. She would stay up all night looking at memories, breaking her heart over and over again. She would pace back and forth, fighting the urge to call him, to try to make him understand…but she never went through with it. Her friends would try to come and pull her away from the house, but most of the time, she would crawl under the covers and pretend that she wasn’t home – ignoring them. She would spend her nights alone, drinking, depressed. Over time, it got a bit easier. She would go out more, and she would see friends; she would genuinely smile/laugh at times. But, the pain was still there. She wasn’t sure how she fully could get over him. The pain she was currently feeling was so real that she sometimes felt the sharp pain in her chest every time she took a breath. Especially the last conversation they had, broke her in more ways than one. He took her deepest secrets and fears and turned them into a reality. She was a freak. Perhaps she should go into some asylum. After all, she was some sick psycho that was into diapers. One late night though, while she was drinking, she happened to stumble upon a website – a website she vaguely remembered from a few years ago. It was an ABDL website. She began to dive deep into the website, looking through the posts and the members, and was shocked to find out that most people seemed pretty standard – they just had an abnormal fetish. It felt a little comforting to realize that she wasn’t alone. She decided to join. She took a deep breath and wrote her first post. Hello! This is a little difficult for me to write, so please bear with me. I’m 22 years old, and I’ve had a fetish for diapers ever since I was younger. I don’t really understand why. I recently went through a breakup about three months ago, after I told my partner what I was into – he was not happy at all. He called me a freak and a bunch of other stuff. I’m still trying to find myself. It’s comforting to see there are other people like me. Sorry for rambling! I hope everyone has a good day. She hit submit and turned her computer off, crawling into bed, feeling her cheeks turn hot as she thought about what she did. She was almost too embarrassed to think about checking the messages. The following morning though, she checked her messages before heading to work; it was there she found a ton of messages from people who welcomed her to the site and expressed their sorrow for what she went through – a few people even said they had experiences like that before, some even said they eventually found an accepting partner. Before she left, Emma wrote a message thanking everyone for their kind messages, and she couldn’t wait to start the journey to accept herself and learn more about herself. All-day at work, all she could think about was this whole new world that opened up to her. She wasn’t alone. She wasn’t a freak. For the first time in a long time, she felt like she could breathe without pain. When she got home the night, she spent about two hours looking at the website, reading people’s posts, their stories, and everything else she could grab her hands on. She wasn’t fully aware of everything she was into, she knew she was into diapers, but she wasn’t that interested in wearing herself. She came across the term ‘mommy,’ and something clicked in her brain. It felt right. She began to talk to people, interact with them, listen to their stories as she told them their own. It wasn’t all perfect, though. There were many occasions she would encounter people who would try to get her to be their mommy or send her inappropriate pictures. Most of the time she would tolerate it; she would tell them politely she wasn’t interested and still find herself. But, sometimes, it would get to the point she would have to block them. Emma wound soon find herself getting lost in the website, chatting with people, and looking around. Her real-life friends were getting considered she was falling into a deep depression, but she couldn’t exactly explain to them what she really was doing. She wanted to shout that she was finally starting to find herself. She admitted with her ex; things didn’t always click, especially in the bedroom. But maybe that this was the reason? But she didn’t fully understand. And it would be a long time before she did. One night while she was on, she began to talk to someone she had seen online a few times before. There were only a few people on, and he asked if they could privately chat; at that point, she was okay with talking to anyone, so she gladly accepted. Mr. Y – Hey, how was your day? EmmaB: It’s going well here, just relaxing after a long day. How are you? Mr. Y – Yeah, that sounds about the same here. I’m just playing a game. EmmaB – Oh! That sounds like fun! I’m watching a movie. Mr. Y – What movie EmmaB – LOTR - it’s like the 3rd time I’m watching it. Mr. Y – They’re amazing EmmaB – Right? I love them Mr. Y – One time I watched all of them back to back – that was a long night EmmaB – Oh wow! I don’t think I could do that. The two of them continued to talk for a few hours before it got too late before they went to bed. She didn’t overthink of it then; the two of them talked about anything and everything – besides diapers. She enjoyed it, but she enjoyed talking to several people on that website. However, it was the start of something, but she didn’t know it at the time and that it would take a long journey to get there eventually.

This is my newest story! It's also a very personal story. It is fiction - however it is loosely based on the relationship I have with @Dr_J currently, from how it all started when I first joined DD to where we are today. Obviously, I am going to take some liberties, some events will be out of place (or left out altogether) and names will be changed. I hope you enjoy it! I would like to thank all of my wonderful Patrons for their conations support! It means so much to me! xoxo - Matthew, James S., Mike S., Mike D., Ryan, Ryan, Adam S., Guilend, David, Adam Y, Daniel, Sean, Babyjamie, PF, Little_Sayian, Jeff, Jukebox, Danny V., Jonathan C., Diapering Daddy, Wayne F., Jon, Randall T., Cody G., babysofia1234, Krazy, Saltmancometh The first 2 chapters are more of a 'prologue'. If you wish to read the next 2 chapters, head over to MY PATREON! I also post other content as well, at least two times a week (sometimes more). Anyway, enjoy! ❤️ Chapter One She paced back and forth, her heart pounding in her chest. She wiped her forehead, wrinkling up her nose at the feeling of the sweat. She tried to take deep breaths to calm down her nerves, but it felt impossible to do. She looked at the clock on the wall; it was a quarter past five. He should be arriving at her apartment any moment now. He had texted her about twenty minutes ago, saying he was on his way. It wasn’t a typical day they would meet, but she had asked him if he could come over for a bit. How was she going to start the conversation? What was she going to say? Emma Jefferson was 22 years old, she had long dark red hair and bright eyes, she wore glasses, but she switched back and forth between them and contacts. She had been dating her boyfriend, Jonathan, for almost six months now, and it was getting serious. She loved him a lot; he was charming, he would open the car door for her every time, he would randomly buy her flowers, and he would listen to her rant for hours about having a bad day at work. She could see herself having a future with him. She had terrible luck with guys before, having her heart broken more times than she could count. But, there was something that was holding them back from taking their relationship to the next level. He knew it as well. Whenever they were intimate, there was something – an invisible force that kept the two from genuinely connecting. She enjoyed her time with him, but… she needed more. She had a huge secret she wanted to share with him, and today was going to be the day. She needed to be upfront and honest with him. But, the truth was that she was terrified not only of his reaction but also at the truth itself. What was he going to say? What was he going to think? Was he going to accept her secret or push her away? What if he thought she was a freak of nature? She stopped in her tracks and sighed. She was a bit, right? It was weird…she couldn’t wrap her head fully around the thoughts and feelings she had. She fought with them daily – ever since she was younger. But, it wouldn’t be fair to hold it a secret any longer. Whenever they were starting to get intimate, as they were holding each other close, whenever he wanted to hold her down or be on top of her…she wanted to blurt it out, but every time she bit her tongue. Emma jumped when there was a knock on the door, and she swore she was going to faint. “Hey babe,” he said as she opened the door of her apartment to let him in. Jonathan was a large man, much taller than she was, and weighed about twice her size, “how was work? Is everything okay?” “W-work went well,” she said, pushing her dark hair out of her face, “and I’m okay.” “You look nervous.” “I just wanted to talk to you about something.” She said, taking a deep breath. “Okay?” He said, giving her a raised brow. “What’s up?” “Let’s go in the living room and sit down,” Emma said, grabbing hold of his hand and leading him the way, “now I want you to know…this is very difficult for me to tell you.” “Okay,” he said, “you know I’m here for you. I love you.” “I love you too,” Emma sighed, “I love you so much. Because I love you so much, I have to be honest with you. I have to tell you something extremely personal to me, and it’s….umm...well, let’s say it’s sort of a fetish I have.” “Fetish?” Jonathan asked, “like a foot fetish?” “Yes and no,” Emma said. It was hard to hear herself think over her heart racing in her chest, “it’s like that…but it’s a bit more…extreme? And perhaps a lot less common too.” “Okay, I’m listening.” She took a deep breath. “Well, you see…ever since from a young age, I’ve been into…well…” she kept pausing between words; she was now looking down at her hands as she rubbed them. “Have you ever heard of ABDL?” She suddenly blurted out. She felt her cheeks burn, and she wanted to run away, but she kept her composure and finally forced her eyes to fall onto him. He looked at her perplexed, “Um no…what is that?” Of course, he didn’t know what it was; she didn’t know what it was for a long time. She wanted to hit herself for thinking she finally got everything off her chest. “It’s um, well you see, it’s um it stands for…adult baby diaper lover…” her words were hardly above a whisper, and she only prayed that he had heard her. “What?” “Adult baby diaper lover,” she said again, a bit louder this time, but quickly continued, “That’s just the acronym, there is way more to it than that…it sounds a bit weird, but trust me…” “So, are you saying you like to wear diapers?” His words were so blunt it almost hurt. But she couldn’t back out now; she had to keep pushing forward and say it all. “No, not really. I actually enjoy it when other people wear,” She realized what she had said and quickly added. “Not that I’m asking anything from you. I just thought you deserved to know what I’m into and what I like, and this is a huge thing I’ve been dealing with that…” “I’m not wearing anything like that….” He said. His tone was low, and she flinched. “Wait, no, I’m not asking you too…” She said. “I just thought you should know.” “But what do you want from me?” “Nothing!” She was beginning to panic now. “It’s weird…” he replied, and she felt her chest fall into her stomach. She wanted to cry out, take back everything she said. It wasn’t going what she had hoped for at all. All she wanted was for him to wrap his arms around her, tell her it was okay, and that she was loved. Was that too much to ask for? “I just thought you should know.” She mumbled, turning her headway from him. He had gotten up from the couch, pacing around, not saying a word. She began to regret everything. She started to kick herself mentally for being so weird. IT was weird! How could she like such a thing? “I can’t believe you’re into something like this.” He started to say, and his words were like a toxin in her ear. She couldn’t believe the patient and loving person she had known for the past six months was saying this to her…but maybe it wasn’t him that was the problem. Perhaps, she was. Perhaps this is the reaction she deserved, and maybe she shouldn’t accept such a weird fetish. “Jonathan, I’m sorry I…” she started to speak, but he shook his head. “I can’t do this.” “I’m not asking…” “No, it’s too weird. You’re a freak. I can’t be with something like that.” “W-what?” She froze. What was he saying? “I’m leaving.” He started to leave; she shot up from the couch, running on all emotion now. “Wait!” She called out. “don’t’ leave, I’m sorry. I’ll never discuss it again. I’m sorry, Jonathan, please, I love you!” She was crying now, not the hallmark crying where the maiden looked more beautiful crying somehow, no, she was crying so hard she was hyperventilating. He lingered back for a moment, looked at her, shook his head, and then left. Emma fell on the floor crying. “Why am I such a fucking weirdo? Why?” She stayed like that for a long time before picking herself up and wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. She took a deep breath, but each breath was like a knife in her heart. She wanted to call him, reach out to him, but deep down inside, and she knew it was too late – he was disgusted with her. That was the last look he gave her – a look of utter disgusting. What could she do now? She was utterly broken.

Chapter Four Emmy patted his diaper bottom, obviously knowing that he had wet it, but choose to ignore it. Once he was finished suckling on her breast, she pulled him away, picking him up and setting him on the couch. The rest of the evening was relatively quiet; they watched tv together; she occasionally bending over to pat his diaper or take a whiff of it but always said it wasn’t wet enough for her liking. Instead of letting him go lay down in his room, she plopped him in the crib when it was bedtime. To make sure he couldn’t escape, she bound his legs together tightly. “Goodnight,” she said in a smooth tone as she kissed him gently on the cheek before leaving. For a long time, Daniel laid there trying to put the pieces of what was going on together, but it was difficult for him to do. What was he going to do? Why was she doing this? What was she trying to gain from it? He wasn’t sure, but it made him feel uneasy. He shifted his weight, trying to pull the tape that was wrapped around his legs, but it was useless. He laid back down in the crib, frustrated. However, his eyes were heavy, and it wasn’t long before he drifted off to sleep, where he had another dream. “Daniel, you had an accident!” A younger Emmy said with a giggle as she pressed her fingers against his bed. “No, my water spilled…” Daniel whined, trying to make up any excuse other than to admit he did wet the bed. “It’s soaked!” She laughed, “you belong in diapers!” “No, I don’t!” He replied with his arms crossed. “I’m a big boy!” “Not with wet pants, you’re not,” Emmy said, “should I grab some spare diapers and diaper you up?” “No way! I’m not a baby! It’s water!” Daniel continued to spread his lie, but it was no use. Emmy bent down and smelled his bed and wrinkled her nose. “Nope, you did pee the bed. I’ll get a diaper! Don’t worry; your big sis will help you out.” Before he could say anything, she was running away, he held up his hand, but he was frozen, unable to stop her. Daniel woke up with fright as something was pushed against his lips and slid into his mouth. The feeling of the pacifier in his mouth caused him to blush as he snapped open his eyes to Emmy leaning against the bars, a wicked smile across her face. “Good morning, little boy,” she said in a smooth voice, “you looked so peaceful while sleeping. He spat the pacifier out of his mouth. He watched as her expression changed but chose to ignore it, “What are you doing?” She didn’t say anything to him. Instead, she picked up the pacifier and shoved it back in his mouth, “you better not spit that out again, mister.” But, he did again, “but I’m trying to talk here. I’ve been having…” This time he could tell by the look in her eyes, she was furious. “You’re in big trouble now,” she said as “I’ll be right back.” She left him there, and he felt his heart sank. What was going to happen? He wiggled, feeling his bladder filling up, but he tried to ignore it, too focused on what his punishment might be. She returned a few moments later and stuffed another paci in his mouth before he could protest; however, this time, she was able to wrap it around his head and snap it into place. It was a paci gag – he was helpless. “Much better,” she said as she crossed her arms triumphantly, “Now you’re going to stay like that until I say, now let’s get you up for breakfast.” She bent down and picked him up, pulling him over the crib railings and placing him gently against her hip before carrying him into the kitchen and putting him in the high chair. “I made eggs,” Emmy said proudly as she grabbed the child-like blue plate and placed it in front of him; she undid the pacifier gag, setting it beside him, but gave him a look that he would have to put it back on after he was finished with his meal. She then grabbed a fork and stabbed it in the eggs, and lifted it to his mouth. “I can feed myself!” He said, his cheeks turning red. “No, you’re too little,” she replied, “yesterday you proved to me that, now you must let big sis Emmy help you out.” Those words struck him as he remembered his dream. “No, I’m positive; I can feed myself.” He said, shaking his head, pressing his lips together so she couldn’t get the eggs into his mouth. She frowned. “You are going to make this difficult, aren’t you? One way or another, I’m going to feed you. Do you wish for me to give you a spanking beforehand?” The thought of a spanking caused him to shake his head before slowly opening his mouth and allowing her to feed him the eggs. “There we go,” she said with a large grin, “such a good boy!” After he was done with his eggs, she picked him up and set him on the couch, grabbing a huge bottle filled with milk and bringing him on her lap. He had no say or not if he was hungry, she pulled him on her lap and forced the nipple into his mouth, and it stayed there until he drank every lasts drop. By the end of it, he felt sick to his stomach from drinking so much. She placed the pacifier gag back on him, turning on some cartoons as “other tv shows were too scary for him.” Before leaving him alone for a bit to clean up the kitchen. It didn’t take long before his bladder began to bother him. His diaper was slightly damp from the night before, but he knew the next time he went, it was going to be a flood – perhaps he would even leak! The thought alone caused him to press his thighs together and squeeze his eyes. He wanted to fight it as long as he could, not wanting to give Emmy the satisfaction of wetting his diaper, even though deep down inside, he knew it was a losing battle in the long run. It wasn’t long before his cheeks turned a deep pink as the rush of warmth left his body and swelled up his diaper. He watched as it puffed up; he wiggled around, suckling on the pacifier even harder, as he was utterly helpless to what was happening to him. He almost wanted to cry out. All of a sudden, he felt a hand pressed up against his diaper, and she jerked when he saw Emmy standing over him, she had come up beside him, and he didn’t see her because of his blind eye. He wanted to curse out loud, but with the pacifier in his mouth, anything he spoke was muffled. “Oh no,” she said with a sad look in her eyes, “it looks like the little boy had a bit of an accident, huh? I knew it was best to keep you in diapers.” He wanted to scream out, but he was unable to. He only looked down, ashamed of what he had done. “it’s okay,” she said in a sweet tone, running her fingers through his hair as she gave him a soft smile, “I’ll take good care of you.” She reached down and picked him up, throwing him across her shoulder as she held him up by his soaking wet bottom. This was perhaps even more humiliating than when she carried him on her hip. He wanted to run away, but he was powerless. She laid him down on the changing table, pulling down the tabs to reveal the wet diaper – but that wasn’t all – it also showed his hard dick. “Oh, looks like someone needs some attention,” she said with a giggle, holding up his legs as she grabbed some wipes to clean him up. Once he was all cleaned up, Emmy didn’t put a new diaper on him; instead, she pulled the wet diaper side, grabbed hold of his penis, and began to jerk him off. He was surprised by her sudden action that he let out a loud yell, but it was reduced because of the pacifier. “Let’s get rid of this little problem for you,” she said with a giggle as she continued to go up and down with one hand; with the other hand, she massaged his balls, which was almost enough to send him over the edge. What was she doing? Why was she giving him pleasure? Was she enjoying seeing him wiggle around in agony like this? She didn’t stop though, she changed up her speeds, but she remained relatively consistent. At one point, she leaned over him and spat on his crotch to give moisture, making her hands easily slide up and down, up and down; her other hand never stopped touching either his balls or the inside of his thighs. “You got this baby,” she said, her voice still as silky smooth as ever, “just let go, and I’ll take good care of you.” He wasn’t able to talk still, but even if he didn’t have the pacifier in his mouth, he would always be speechless. “I know you never had a woman touch you before,” she said, “well, it makes sense since you’re just a little tiny boy, but I’m sure it feels good, go ahead and release away; the faster, the better for you.” Her words were intoxicating, and before he knew it, he let out a long groan and began to pant, feeling him cum. He looked up to notice her doing something, holding something in her hand, but she pulled it away before he could analyze what she was doing. “Good job,” she said, “that must feel so much better! Now let’s get you in a clean diaper. We have a long day ahead of us; I have some friends coming over later on.” Friends? His cheeks burned at the thought of being around other people. Would he have to be dressed like this? “Before I put you in another diaper, let me give you a nice long bath.” Emmy brought him into the bathroom, setting him down on the toilet (after teasing him about this was the only way he would sit in the bathroom while she was around), before starting the water, letting it run across her fingers until it was the right temperature. Once she was satisfied with it, she picked him up and placed him in the water. “Doesn’t that feel nice?” she said as she grabbed a cup and began to wet his hair and his body. Even in the bath, he wasn’t allowed to take the pacifier off, and he wondered how long this punishment would go on. She washed his hair and his body before bringing him back into the nursery to get dressed. She put on a large white diaper with prints of little brown bears over it. She put him in a brown shirt and blue shorts where his diaper was easily noticeable to match it. “There we go! You’re all ready for the day,” she said with a giggle, “It’s such a nice day outside; why don’t we go for a walk?” A walk? His cheeks burned; what did she mean by that? He didn’t have to wonder for long, though, because she soon revealed the large adult-like stroller he was to sit in. He wasn’t able to protest or try to escape as she picked him up and locked him into the stroller so that he couldn’t move. She did, however, relieve him of the pacifier gaga as she set a sippy cup down in a cup holder. Even though he was free to speak now, he was afraid too, what other punishments or what else she could have him do – especially if she did have friends coming over. He wanted to hide away as he tried to sink as far back into the seat as he could. “Okay, little one, let’s go.”

A little update. I posted the 1st chapter of this Patreon Exclusive! You can find 3 more chapters on my Patreon page, and many more to come! ❤️ (as well as many other stories as well!)

Red Queen / Mamabug is creating ABDL stories/podcasts | Patreon Here is the next chapter ❤️ Chapter Three “Why are you doing this?” Daniel finally found the courage to say as he pushed himself up from her lap and stared at her right in the eyes. She shrugged her shoulders, taking her hand and sweeping her hair behind her ear. “Because I want to. I always thought you would make a cute baby – and I was right.” “B-but, I’m not!” She laughed and jammed a finger onto his bottom, “your diaper says differently. Look how tiny you are.” “I’m not tiny,” he whimpered, his cheeks a fiery red, “you’re just huge!” “I don’t think like that,” Emmy said, “I went to an all-girls school, so for me, you’re just tiny.” He opened his mouth to say something but closed it right up. “I was so excited to meet you again after all these years,” Emmy continued, “I remember when we used to play as kids.” Daniel wasn’t sure what to say at this point; he twisted his body as he looked away from her. Honestly, he was trying his best to keep his bladder under control, but it was difficult. His mind was still fuzzy from the alcohol. “Stop fighting,” Emmy said with a sigh as if she was starting to get annoyed, “use the diaper. That is what it’s for.” “I’m not a baby,” he repeated. Emmy laughed, “you can try to hold it – but eventually, you’re going to fail.” She stood up from the couch, “I’m going to clean the kitchen; you may watch some TV if you like. When I get back, I suspect that diaper will be full.” She left him there, and he sunk his head into the large couch, wanting to scream or cry. Why was this happening? What did she plan to do with him? He was almost afraid to find out when she was next to him, her voice was soft and caring, but just beneath the surface, he could feel her raw powder if he dares disobey her. As soon as she got off the couch, he had begun to lose the battle, and it wasn’t long before he felt the rush of the warm pee fill up the diaper, swelling up all around him. He whimpered as he tried to stop the flow, but he knew it was helpless. Daniel didn’t put the TV on; he was too embarrassed; he just sat there with his face on the couch, not moving. Even though he was lying still, the feeling of the wet diaper was too much to avoid. He wanted to rip it off of him, but Emmy stopped him from doing so – what kind of punishment would he receive if he did such a thing? He was an adult; in fact, he was older than her! He should be able to leave whenever he wanted. She couldn’t keep him like this. With the newfound courage, he ripped the diaper off of him, dropping it to the floor before darting to his room. The door was locked. He wanted to cry out. Why wouldn’t he be surprised that she would lock him out of his room? Not only is that where all his clothes were, but it’s also where his laptop and phone too. “Is everything okay?” He heard Emmy calling from the kitchen, but he didn’t answer. How could he answer? He wasn’t really in the right state to say anything. He knew if she caught him, he would be in trouble. He made his way back into the living room, being as quiet as he could, but it was too late. “What is going on?” Daniel froze as he looked up to see Emmy standing there, her arms crossed. “What is going on?” She repeated herself, but it was a rhetorical question as Daniel was currently standing there next to the very wet diaper that he had pulled off him. Any confidence he had just a moment ago was shed away, and he was standing there as white as a ghost, petrified of what was going to happen. “You were trying to escape,” Emmy said, pointing out the obvious, “you’re in big trouble now.” “I’m sorry,” Daniel said, almost feeling as if he was going to cry, “please don’t punish me.” “It’s too late,” Emmy said, “you give me no choice. You disobeyed me.” “But, I’ll do anything,” Daniel said. He could see her eye twitch as she stared at him, her foot tapping against the ground. Her voice was calm and collected, but he could sense the rage inside of her. She was furious, and he was about to feel the full wrath of it. “Lay down,” she commanded of him, and he was laying down on the couch in an instant. “I’ll be right back,” she replied, “do not go anywhere – or this will be worst for you.” He stayed like that for what seemed like forever before she soon returned with a roll of tape. What was she going to do? She then grabbed the diaper that he ripped off and put it back on him, taping it back up! The diaper was now cool, and it wasn’t comfortable to wear. “You’re not done yet,” she said, picking him up; he wasn’t sure what she was going to do to him. He felt his face turn white, being thrown around like a little boy when he was a grown man. She placed him down in a corner, pressing his face against it. How humiliating! “You are going to stand here for as long as I say,” she repeated, “when I feel like you learned your lesson, I will let you leave….but that is not all.” Of course, it wouldn’t; the first time she spanked him, did he really think he would have to sit in the corner for a bit, and that was all? He couldn’t see what she was doing, but he heard something as she pulled the back of his diaper out and dropped something inside. Instantly something was buzzing against his dick and balls, and he wiggled around – it was a vibrator. He bit his lip; what was she doing? “I want to collect you,” she said with a laugh, “have fun.” Her words were filled with joy, for she knew the torture he was in, but did she realize how much torture? He was a virgin, after all! He twisted and turned, pressing his legs together. He had never felt anything as intense as this before. He wanted to cry out, but he bit his tongue, not wanting to seem weak in front of her. He soon felt her presence disappear as he was forced to stay there for who knows how long. His dick was pressed up against the wet diaper, and he hated to admit to himself that he enjoyed the feeling of it, including the vibrator. This was the most intense feeling he had ever felt before. It wasn’t long before his knees were weak. He pressed his hand and head against the wall to give him support, so he didn’t fall over. He grunted and moaned as he felt like he couldn’t contain himself anymore. He let out a small cry, crumbling to the ground, as he came into the diaper. A few minutes later, he felt a hand wrap around his shoulder and lift him. “I didn’t tell you to sit down.” “I’m sorry,” he said, breathing heavily, “I couldn’t hold it any longer…” “You’re pathetic,” she said, “what are you, some virgin? You didn’t even last…” she stopped, and then she started to laugh. He wanted to hide away from her. “You are a virgin!” She shouted out, “Oh, you poor thing.” “Stop it,” he mumbled under his breath, “It’s by choice…” “Sure it is,” she said as she crossed her arms, “no wonder you are so easy to please…you’ve never been touched before.” He opened his mouth to speak, but he shut it again. He couldn’t argue with her; it was true. He had never had sex before. There was one time he got somewhat close, but it didn’t work out; he got too scared. He was ashamed of himself. “Don’t worry,” Emmy said with a giggle as she reached down and patted his diapered bottom, which was beginning to droop, “I’ll take good care of you.” “What do you mean by that?” “Who knows,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders, “you’ll have to wait and see, but for now…I think you were punished enough. Let me get you changed out of this diaper.” She picked him up, wrapping his legs around her waist as if he was a little kid. His whole body was burning as she carried him into the nursery. She must have been pretty strong to hold him up like that, and he felt like a child. He buried his head into her shoulder, hiding his redden face until she laid him down on the nursery to change him. She pulled off the wet diaper, looking inside to see the mess he created. “You came a lot,” she said with a laugh, “but I suppose that isn’t too surprising anymore.” He didn’t say a word as she grabbed some wipes and began to clean him up, holding his legs high in the sky. This was more embarrassing than the time he was first put into the diaper. “Almost done,” Emmy said, grabbing one last wipe making sure he was clean before grabbing another huge and fluffy diaper and placing it beneath Daniel. Daniel wiggled about as she poured the powder onto his bottom before taping him up. “All nice and clean,” she said with a giggle, and then she asked, “have you ever even touched a woman before?” “A little,” he said, not wanting to answer such private conversations. “Have you seen a woman naked before?” “Y-yes!” He said, although it was such a long time ago, and briefly, he wondered if it even counted. “Good boy,” she said with a smile, “I have a special treat for you then.” He gave her an odd look, and suddenly she was pulling her dress straps down, revealing her pink bra; he quickly looked away. “It’s okay,” she told him as she reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, letting her large breast break free from their hold. Since they were so large, they weren’t that perky, they hung a bit low, but they are massive, probably the biggest pair of breasts he saw on a woman. His eyes weren’t able to look away from the glorious sight, and he felt his tongue wet his dry lips as he stared at him. “Do you like it?” She asked, giving a slight pose. “Y-yes…” he said. “I’ll tell you what, I actually can lactate,” she said with a smile, “so my sweet little cousin is going to be able to nurse off of me and fill up that tummy.” “W-what?” He said, feeling his face grow warm. “I’m going to feed you,” Emmy said a bit more bluntly now as she picked him back up, he felt his body against her breast, and he felt like he was going to faint. There was no way he was going to breastfeed! But, he didn’t have much choice; she had so much power over him, he was helpless. She brought him back into the living room and sat on the couch, letting him lay across her lap as she forced a nipple into his mouth. It took a second, but he was afraid of the punishment that he started to suckle; it wasn’t long before he felt the milk fill his mouth as he swallowed. As he was cradled in his arms, she began to pat his diapered bottom, which was somewhat comforting as he suckled on her. He closed his eyes, feeling a sense of euphoria filling up his body, letting go of everything, including his bladder…

Red Queen / Mamabug is creating ABDL stories/podcasts | Patreon Here is the next chapter ❤️ Chapter Two Daniel closed his eyes, squeezing them as hard as he could, before reopening, but it didn’t work. Emmy was still standing there with the large diaper in her hand. She smiled at him and walked over to come. “Come on,” she said, throwing it to him, he instinctively caught it, “let’s put you in one.” He pressed his fingers against the thick diaper, and he had to admit it was soft. “I’m not…” he started to speak. “I’m not wearing a diaper…” “Why not?” She asked, her voice was quite soft, “you look so cute in diapers after all.” “You wouldn’t know that…” he mumbled. “I don’t want you missing the potty anymore.” “I’m not going to.” “So,” she said, crossing her arms, “if I give you one more chance, you won’t have another accident?” He shook his head. “Of course not.” “Okay,” she said, giving up easier than he thought. Was this a practical joke? “If you don’t have another accident, you don’t have to wear a diaper. BUT, if you do have an accident. You have to wear a diaper your entire stay here, got it?” “Yeah, sure.” He said with a shrug of his shoulders, dropping the diaper onto the ground and turning back towards his food. He finished his pancakes without another word, washing them down with the juice. “Good,” Emmy said, “well, I need to leave for a few hours.” “Oh, okay.” “Just a few things I need to do,” Emmy said with a shrug of her shoulders, “are you going to be alright?” “Yeah, I should be fine.” “Be a dear and wash the dishes for me?” “Okay,” Daniel said, getting up and placing his dishes in the sink. “I’ll be back soon!” She said as she walked away, and soon he heard the door open and closed. “What was that all about?” He mumbled to himself as he looked at the diaper that was still sitting on the floor. Why did she have an adult diaper just lying around? This had to be some prank. He shook his head as he turned his attention to the sink and turned on the water. Once he was finished washing the dishes, he grabbed a soda from the fridge and plopped on the couch, and turned on the TV – turning it on some random comedy show he had watched a million times beforehand, but one that could still make him laugh. When he was finished with his soda, he felt his bladder began to press against him, so he got up to use the bathroom. To his horror – the bathroom door was locked once again. He even tried to go into Emmy’s bathroom, but her room was locked as well. “Shit,” he cursed under his breath. So, this wasn’t a prank after all? What did she intentionally lock the door to cause him to have an accident? Then she left to go out for a few hours to make him wet again? Well, that wasn’t going to happen. He didn’t have to go that badly. Once she got home, he would force her to open the bathroom, and then he would leave. This was crazy. He went back over to the couch and sat down, getting lost in the show. An hour went by, and Emmy was not home. He still had reasonable control over his bladder, but he was starting to press his thighs together, focusing on the TV. Another hour went by, and it was getting more difficult for him to sit still. A third hour went by, and he felt like he was going to burst. Where was Emmy? Why was she not home yet? Was she going to be gone for most of the day? He cursed to himself as he paced back and forth, taking deep breaths. He then thought about going outside; he would find a hidden spot where no one could see him and pee out there. But, as he reached the front door – as one would have thought - it was locked. And to unlock it, was at the top of the door, somewhere he couldn’t reach, even if he was standing on a chair. “What am I going to do?” He asked himself, wandering around the house, trying to figure it out. But, it was too late. Even though he tried to hold it in, he knew he was losing the battle as the minutes ticked by. He turned to look ad the diaper, partly tempted to put it on and pee on it, rather than pee on her floor, but at the last second, he changed his mind; he was going to fight with everything he could. But, as he was pacing around, he felt the warmth of the pee slide down his pants and onto the floor. About ten minutes later, Emmy walked through the door. “Oh my! Look, you did have another accident.” She said, crossing her arms as she towered over him. “It’s not my fault!” He shouted. “You locked all the doors on me.” She shrugged her shoulders as if it was just an excuse. “A deal is a deal.” “No! I’m leaving now; you can’t make me…” As he turned to leave, Emmy grabbed hold of his shoulder, stopping him. “Don’t you dare talk to me like that again,” she said, her voice low and her eyes narrowed. He gulped as he stared at her. What was she going to do to him? “You’re coming with me,” she dragged him to another bedroom, unlocking it with her key and pushing him inside. Inside was a nursery – but it wasn’t a nursery for a little infant baby – it was all adult-sized. The crib, the changing table, a high chair, everything! His face turned red as he turned to look at his cousin, wondering what she was going to do. “Come,” she demanded, dragging him onto the changing table and throwing him on there. He tried to get off, but she held her hand against his stomach, using all her strength to keep him still. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off along with his underwear, then taking off his shirt as well. His whole body was a bright red, laying on the changing table completely naked in front of her. It was too embarrassing. Once he was naked, she made sure his hands were securely tied to the changing table so he couldn’t escape. She then left the room and returned with the diaper she had before. She slid the diaper beneath him, grabbing some baby powder shook it on the diaper and his crotch. She taped up the diaper, making sure it was snug against his waste. He looked down at the diaper, and it was super thick! He had a tough time closing his legs. It was plain white, but even without the cutest design, he was humiliated. “Please,” he said, “if the bathroom weren’t locked, I wouldn’t have had an accident.” “Nonsense,” Emmy said, “now you stop it, or I’ll spank you.” “Spank me?” Daniel whispered, wondering if she was serious, but he didn’t want to risk it, so he shut his mouth. “Now, we don’t want you to get cold, so let me put something comfortable on over your diaper.” She walked over to a dresser and began to rummage through it, soon returning with a baby blue onesie. She put it on him, snapping the bottoms on the diaper crotch. “There we go!” She said, clapping her hands together. “You look so adorable!” He turned to look away from her, too embarrassed to say anything. Emmy looked down at her watch. “Oh my! It’s lunchtime! I’m sure you are getting hungry.” She giggled as she left the room, leaving him tied to the changing table. He twisted and turned, trying to escape, but it was no use. He was stuck there. He felt tears begin to sting his eyes. What was going to happen? What was she going to do with him? She returned a little bit later with a large jar, a spoon, and a bib. She placed them down on the dresser before uniting his hands, picking him up, and placing him in the highchair. The fact that she picked him up so quickly was embarrassing. He wasn’t a little kid; after all, he was an adult. He was older than her! Once he was sitting in the high chair, she buckled him down so he couldn’t escape, snapping the table back into place. She grabbed the bib and wrapped it around his neck before opening the jar of food. “Here we go,” she said, dipping the spoon in and lifting it before placing it near his mouth, but he turned his head away, refusing it. “Eat,” she said. But, he still refused. “If you don’t eat,” she said, “I will spank you.” He turned to look at her, wondering how serious she was, but her voice was unwavering. He reluctantly opened his mouth and let her slide the baby food in his mouth. It was sweet, the mixture of kiwi and strawberry. He hated to admit, even to himself, that it tasted pretty good. Daniel let Emmy continue to feed him until the baby jar was empty. “Good job!” Emmy said with a smile, using the bib’s bottom part to wipe away the mess on his face. “You made me so proud.” He didn’t say anything, though, turning to look away as she undid the table and unfastened him from the highchair, letting him jump down himself. It was a bit difficult to walk with how thick the diaper was. “Does the baby want a baba?” “N-no! I’m not a baby!” He said, “I don’t need to wear a diaper!” He reached down to rip the diaper off, but she stopped him. “That’s it, mister,” she said, “it seems like someone needs a lesson.” She grabbed hold of him, picking him up with ease as she walked over to a chair and sat down, throwing him across her lap. She raised her hand and slammed it against his bottom, just hard enough for him to feel it, but not hard enough to fully hurt him – she just wanted to teach him a lesson. And she did. He was thoroughly humiliated. He wasn’t sure his body could take any more. He received three spankings. “I hope that teaches you a lesson,” she said, standing him back up, “now I’m going to feed you a bottle, and I better not hear any sass about it.” “Y-yes,” he said, hanging his head low. “Good,” Emmy said, patting him on the head, “now follow me.” She held out her hand for him, and he grabbed it, still hanging his head low as he followed her out of the nursery and into the living room. He climbed on top of the couch as Emmy walked into the kitchen, returning a moment later with a large bottle. Emmy sat on the couch and patted her legs. Daniel didn’t want to disobey her again, so he crawled onto her lap and let her plop the bottle in his mouth as he drank the apple juice that it contained. He thought he tasted a hint of something else, but he wasn’t sure. As he laid there in her lap, she took her free hand and began to pat his diapered bottom. “There we go, sweetie.” She said in a smoothing voice, almost like it could put him in a trance. He closed his eyes, wanting to run away from his situation. But was horrified to feel his bladder began to fill once again, knowing it wouldn’t be too long before he had to wet again. His cheeks burned as he finished his bottle, feeling a bit dizzy, suddenly concluding she must have put some sort of alcohol in the bottle. He bit his lip, wondering what was going to happen to him, mostly when he unavoidably filled up his diaper?

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He didn’t overthink about it. He peered up at Michelle once again, who was still standing there. Even though he was sitting down, her height caused him to feel a bit uneasy. Michelle stood about 6’5”, which was about a foot taller than he was. You would think he would be used to it by now, but seeing how it was mostly men who worked in the company sometimes caught him off guard. “I hope you enjoy yourself,” she said, “perhaps we can make plans for a weekend?” “Oh…yeah, sure,” Daniel said with a blush, turning his face away from her. He wasn’t expecting her to ask her out like that suddenly. What was he supposed to say? Daniel was an introvert; he spent most of his time at work – and when he wasn’t at work, he stayed by himself in his apartment. He had a few friends he would hang out with but besides that. He never had a serious girlfriend before – and he hated to admit he never even had sex. “Great,” Michelle said with a giggle, “I’ll hold you to it.” With that, she was gone. He soon received an instant message from one of his co-workers. Whoa, did I hear just right? Did Michelle just ask you out? Maybe she just wants to hang? There is no way she likes me… Dude, Come on! You are a catch, and she was totally flirting with you. Daniel didn’t reply; he turned to worry about his work instead. There was no way that Michelle was interested in him. Perhaps she was planning a get together at her place for everyone? She was relatively new still, and maybe she just wanted to get to know everyone. He sighed as he turned his attention to the letter that was sitting beside him. He picked it up, reading it once more. Dear Daniel, How have you been? I know it’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other, but I just moved back in town and would love to see you again! I remember we used to have so much fun as little kids, and I think we could have even more fun now. Please get back to me as soon as you can; I’m so excited! Love, Your cousin Emmy. He closed his eyes, trying to picture her. All he could imagine was a small girl with golden blonde hair and a sly smile. She also sent him her phone number, and he had texted her saying that he could take a few days off from work to see her. She replied she was looking forward to it. He set his phone down and tried to concentrate on his work, he wasn’t sure how, but he managed to finish the day and head on home. Once he got to his small apartment, he packed his bags as he left this coming Friday after work and returned on Tuesday. He wasn’t exactly sure what to bring but decided it was best to be safer than sorry and packed everything he thought he needed. He wasn’t even sure where he was staying. He knew that Emmy had moved close to his family, so he just assumed he would be staying with his mother. His mother, a soft-spoken woman, but could be loud when she wanted to be. It had been a few years since he visited her as well. He then thought about Michelle, what if she really did want to go on a date with him? It wasn’t as if he wasn’t interested in dating; it’s just not something he thought about a lot. He was shy and awkward around them, ever since he was little. The thought alone caused his face to grow red. That Friday after work, Daniel took the bus to travel to where his mother lived. He didn’t have a license (He didn’t need one since he lived in the city, saving him money). His family lived about two hours away. He spent most of the trip playing games on his phone or just relaxing on the window. The bus was mostly empty by the time he got to his last stop. His mother offered to pick him up, but he decided against it. It was only about fifteen blocks away. However, right as he got off the bus, he got a text message from his cousin to come to her house and sent him her address. He thought it was a bit odd, but he shrugged his shoulders and started the journey towards her place, unsure what to expect. He soon reached her house, and he was so occupied by the navigation he didn’t pay much attention to it as he walked the driveway to the front door. When he got there, he noticed how large the door was when he was about to knock. It was almost as twice as tall as him. He gulped loudly, knocking on the door. He heard rustling sounds coming from behind the door, but no answer. He sighed, knocking once again. How long were they going to keep him out there? However, a moment later, the door opened. His mouth opened wide as he stared at Emmy, looking down at him. Emmy was at least 9 feet tall, perhaps even more. He wasn’t sure why this threw him off. Maybe two things, one the last time he saw her – he was taller than her – and two, he didn’t get out much. In this world, it was common for a woman to be much taller than males. They pretty much ruled over everything. Even so, Emmy was still perhaps taller than most females. She had short blonde hair that bounced whenever she walked. Her breast was almost hanging out of the short dress that she was wearing. He gulped loudly as a large smile spread across her face. “Danny!” She squealed, her arms raising as she wrapped around his body and squeezed him tight. He felt her body squish against him, and he could hardly breathe. “E-Emmy,” He said, coughing when she let him go. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, “I didn’t mean to hurt you. It’s just been too long! Look at you! You’re all grown up!” “You’re the one who grew up,” Daniel pointed out. She laughed, which was smooth, like the sound of a bell of a church-going off before service, “Very true, once I hit fifteen, I shot up!” Her voice had a southern accent to it, which made sense. They moved closer to the south when she was younger. “Well, don’t just stand there,” Emmy said, opening up the door giving him room to walk past her, “come on in.” He walked into her house, kicking off his shoes by the door and placing his bag down on the ground. “Where is everyone?” “It’s just me,” Emmy said with a shrug of her shoulders, “my parents are still down south, I moved up there with a job offer.” “Oh,” Daniel said, suddenly feeling a bit awkward. So, it was just the two of them? “So what have you been up to?” Emmy asked him. “Any girlfriend?” “N-no,” he said with a shake of his head, “none here….what about you?” “Boyfriend? Naw,” she said with a shake of her head, “I’m not interested in anyone else right now.” Anyone else? What was that supposed to mean? “It must have been a long way here,” she said with a stretch, “why did you take the train?” “I don’t drive,” he said with a shift of his feet. “Ah, I had almost forgotten about your eye,” she said, “sorry about that.” “It’s okay.” “You must be starving. I made some dinner.” Emmy said. “Here, you go wash up in the bathroom, it’s right over there, and I’ll put your bags away.” “O-okay,” he said, handing her the bags as he headed to the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and took a deep breath. Why was he so nervous? He didn’t understand. Emmy was polite, but there was something in her voice…he couldn’t pinpoint. He shook his head, and he was just nervous; he wasn’t well around other people he didn’t know. Even though Emmy was family, It had been such a long time since he had seen her that it felt a bit awkward. He washed his hands, drying them off on the towel before leaving the restroom and heading to the kitchen, where Emmy already was. She had an apron over her pink dress now and was serving up some pork chops. “I hope you’re hungry.” She said with a grin. “I’m starving; it smells delicious.” “Aw, thank you! I pride myself in my cooking.” Emmy said as she sat down across from Daniel. He began to dig into the meal. It was delicious! The pork was tender and moist, and the veggies were hot and steamy, the macaroni and cheese were super cheesy. Every single bite was excellent. “Here, have some wine,” Emmy said, pouring him a glass, smiling at him as she did so. Daniel wasn’t a huge drinker, but he wanted to be kind to his host, so he held up the glass as a sort of toast and drank some of it. The wine was smooth, so it was easy to drink. But, he drank the first glass relatively fast because of his nerves, making her fill it up once more. When he reached about the middle of the second glass, he was beginning to feel it, so he started to slow down, finishing up the food. “T-thank you,” Daniel said, placing down his fork and picking up his napkin to wipe his face. He tried his best to make it known that he wasn’t feeling a bit tipsy, “that was really good.” “I’m so happy that you enjoyed it,” Emmy said with a large grin, “I’ll admit, I was a bit worried.” “No reason to be, here let me clear the table.” “No, no. You are my quest. I’m sure you much be tired, finish your wine and you can head to bed. I’ll show you to your room real quick.” He obeyed, downing the last few sips of his wine, before following her to a spare bedroom. There wasn’t much, a bare twin mattress and a dresser and a desk. “Thank you,” he said. “Make yourself at home,” Emmy said, “I think the two of us are going to have a lot of fun together.” She gave him another hug before shutting the door behind her. Daniel went through his stuff, grabbing his pajamas and changing into them before getting comfy in bed. It was pretty late; he played on his phone for a few hours before setting it aside to fall asleep – it was only then he realized he had to go to the bathroom. He went up and walked down the hallway, but he realized he couldn’t open it when he reached the bathroom door. It was locked. He was a bit groggy as he tried to open the door once more, but it was locked. What was going on? Why was the bathroom door locked? He knocked on it; perhaps Emmy was using it? There was no response. He began to press his thighs together; the wine had taken control of his bladder, and he was starting to panic a little bit. He took a deep breath, looking around frantically. He then began to knock on random doors that he could see, figuring one of them to be Emmy’s. Perhaps she automatically locked the bathroom at night for some reason? Or, maybe the door was jammed. But, there was no answer. He bit his bottom lip. He decided to go back to bed; after all, it was almost morning, he probably could hold it in. It took him a long time to fall asleep, but eventually, he did. He fell into a deep sleep where he was dreaming. It was when he was younger. He was in his old room with Emmy. Emmy was only six years old; he was nine years old. It was a few years before she moved away. They were playing, Emmy was talking about something, but he wasn’t paying attention. “I have to go to the bathroom,” he said, trying to get up, but before he could stop himself – Emmy had him pinned to the ground. “Just go,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders, “just go, and big sis Emmy will take care of you.” “Big sis?” He said, “but I’m older than you.” “Maybe physically,” Emmy said with a shrug of her shoulders, “but regarding everything else – I’m way older than you. Now just do as I say.” “N-no! Why? I can make it to the bathroom.” “No, you can’t,” Emmy said with a laugh, shaking her head. “You’re just a little kid; little kids can’t make it to the bathroom. I think I have one of my younger sister’s diapers around here…want me to put that on you?” “A – A diaper!?” Daniel said a bit too loudly, causing Emmy to press her hand against his mouth. “Yes! Now be quiet!” Emmy said, her voice was quiet but stern. He stared at her; he had never seen her act like this before. What was going on? “I think you would look cute in a diaper.” “Get off of me,” he said, managing to shove her away from him as he got up. “I’m not wearing…anything! I’m going to the bathroom.” Before he walked off, she grabbed his hand and smiled at him. “You’re too late.” Daniel snapped his eyes open, sweat pouring down his face. He sat up, trying to gather his thoughts. Was that a dream? It felt so real…or was it a memory? He wasn’t sure. Most of the time, his dreams were vague or didn’t make much sense. This seemed so real. It was almost as if he was there. His face was red as he pulled the blanket off of him – but he felt the color drain from his face. The bed was wet. What?! He couldn’t believe it. He pressed his fingers against the sheet, almost as if he didn’t think the dark spots – and sure enough, it was wet to the touch. Why did he have to go and wet the bed? What was Emmy going to say? Is there a way he can wash the sheets without her finding out? He had to try, at least. She stripped off his pajama pants and put on fresh clothes as he left the bedroom. Emmy was in the kitchen making breakfast – she was humming to herself. The aroma of pancakes filled up the room as he closed his eyes. “Oh, good morning!” she said sweetly, turning her head to flash him a smile. She was wearing a dark blue dress with white frills. “G-good morning,” he said, as he sat down in the chair as she put a plate of pancakes in front of him. “Did you sleep well?” She asked him. “Y-yeah, thank you.” “That’s good,” she said, “now you enjoy your pancakes! I have some chores I need to do. I have a fun-filled day planned for us!” “O-okay,” he said, still a bit nervous, as he cut into the pancake and took his first bite – it was just as delicious as the previous night’s dinner. He could get used to this sort of treatment. He still had his guard up, wondering what exactly she was doing. Why would she go into his room? After a few minutes, and he didn’t hear anything, he shrugged his shoulders and began to focus on his breakfast and its deliciousness. However, it was all short-lived. When he was almost done with his pancakes, he heard a voice behind him. “Daniel…did someone have an accident?” He felt the blood drain from his face as he dropped the fork. He didn’t want to turn his head. But, he could sense Emmy standing right behind him. What was he supposed to do? He gulped loudly as he turned around, seeing Emmy standing there, holding up the sheets. “Did someone have an accident?” She repeated once again. He wanted to crawl under the table and disappear. How embarrassing! “Daniel, answer the question,” she said with a sigh. “I’m sorry,” he muttered, “the bathroom door was locked for some reason…and I went to sleep since it was almost morning…I had a weird dream, and I must of…” He could tell that she wasn’t paying too much attention to what he was saying. “Hmm, I suppose my older cousin isn’t so grown after all.” “W-what?” He said, remembering the words she spoke in his dream last night. Was it not a dream? He wasn’t so sure anymore. His head was feeling fuzzy from everything that was happening at once. “I’m not mad,” Emmy said, “you should have told me earlier. You’re lucky that I checked. But, I need to make sure it won’t happen again.” Daniel tilted his head to the side, “It’s not going to happen again…it’s not like I usually wet the bed…I haven’t done that since…” His words caught in his throat, and his eyes grew wide as he saw what Emmy was now holding up. It was a very thick large diaper.

Here is the next chapter! ❤️ Like always, you can find the following 2 chapters on my patreon page! You can also find a new exclusive patreon story (A Diary of a Pro Mommy,) As well as access to 12 drawings and multiple stories! I post something new almost every day! I will be posting a new story on there as well pretty soon! xxx Red Queen / Mamabug is creating ABDL stories/podcasts | Patreon Chapter Six “Here we go little ones,” Eliza said as she set down a tray of snacks before the two of them. There were grapes, cut up strawberries, some carrots, and crackers. “Thank you, mommy,” Annie said as innocently as she could as she grabbed a piece of grape and plopped it in her mouth. Danny stared at her for a long time, before he accepted the snacks as well. “You kids behave,” Eliza said, throwing a glance at Annie before she left the room. Danny shifted his weight, afraid of what Annie would do now. He was glad that Eliza didn’t check him again, because he had wet a bit more and he was worried that Annie would see his small erection if he was changed. He needed to cool down for a bit first. Thankfully, Annie didn’t try to do anything else after that incident. They continued to play like normal, until about two hours later Eliza came back to get them for supper. They were sat in highchairs and fed spaghetti that their cook made. It was delicious. Once they finished their meal, Eliza told them they were going to have a bubble bath – together. Danny wasn’t sure about this, the thought of taking a bath with Annie – was quite embarrassing. But, he didn’t have much of a choice. They were brought to the bathroom with the large jacuzzi tub and stripped naked. Annie wouldn’t keep her eyes off of him, which just caused him to blush as they stepped inside. Eliza left for a little bit, leaving the two of them to play in the tub. “You don’t have to be so worried about me,” Annie said, grabbing a handful of bubbles and blowing them towards Danny. “I’m not scared,” he mumbled under his breath. Annie smiled. “I really like you, Danny. Don’t you like me?” “Y-yes,” he said. “Well, then stop being such a baby,” she said sticking out her tongue. “I’m not! I’m a big boy!” “Who still wets his diaper.” She told him with a laugh. “So, do you!” He replied. “I know,” she said, “I like being a little girl. But, I also like being naughty as well.” Danny opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, Eliza came in. “Let’s get you all cleaned up for bed,” she said as she grabbed some shampoo and began to wash their hair before washing their body. Once they were all clean, she wrapped a towel around them and lifted them out of the bathtub and brought them to Annie’s room to be dressed. Danny was diapered up, and was put in blue button up pajamas, while Annie was placed in pink ones. “You guys look so adorable,” Eliza said, pinching each of their cheeks, “let me get you a warm bottle before bed.” “You do look cute,” Annie said with a grin and Danny blushed. “So, do you.” Once Eliza returned with warm bottles, the two of them were than tucked in Annie’s crib, the crib was large enough for the both of them to fit comfortably, but Danny was still awkward since Annie was so close to him. “Good night,” Eliza said, running her fingers through their hair. “Good night, mommy.” Annie said as she let out a stretch, before sticking the bottle in her mouth and sucking on it. “Good night,” Danny muttered. Danny thought he was going to have trouble sleeping, he wasn’t sure if Annie was going to try anything. But, she didn’t say anything to him for the rest of the night. He finished his bottle, and soon drifted off to sleep. When he awoke the next morning, Annie was already awake. “Good morning,” he said, giving a stretch. “Good morning,” she said with a smile, “did you sleep good?” “Yes.” “Did you have any accidents?” Before he could answer her, she tore off the covers and began to opened up the buttons on his pajamas, before sticking her hand against his crotch, feeling the wetness – he was blushing like crazy because he knew he had a bit of morning wood as well. “You’re pretty wet,” Annie said with a giggle, “and a little happy too.” “It’s normal in the morning…” Danny whispered. “Oh, I know. Do you want to feel my diaper?” Before he could answer her, she was sticking his hand into her pajama’s to feel her equally as wet diaper. She then did something, he wasn’t expecting – she climbed on top of him, pressing her diaper against his. “Do you like that?” Annie asked. “Annie, we shouldn’t be…” Danny said, wiggling around. “Doing what? It’s okay. Little kids explore all the time together. You’ve never seen it? I mean you do things with your mommy and daddy…what’s so bad about this?” Danny didn’t have an answer for it, but he was embarrassed to the max. Annie smirked at this as she began to rock back and forth. The feeling of her wet diaper and his wet diaper pressed up against each other, which caused him great pleasure. “Annie!” He let out a gasp, he couldn’t believe she was doing this, but he didn’t want her to stop either. He wasn’t sure what this feeling was, it was different then what he experienced when he was with his mommy and daddy. He was embarrassed, but he liked it. He bit his lip, turning his head, unable to look Annie directly. She continued to rock back and forth, the pleasure building up to the breaking point. They were both breathing hard at this point. He let out a large grunt and gasp, as he knew he filled up his diaper once more. “That was fun!” Annie said with a giggle as she knelt on her knees, grabbing a hold of the railing of the crib, “Uh oh, I have to poop now!” Danny watched as Annie’s face turned red, but it wasn’t long before a strong smell entered the bedroom. Annie let out a giggle as she sat down, as if nothing happened, grabbing a hold of her stuff animal tiger and hugging it tightly. It wasn’t too much longer that Eliza entered the room an Danny was happy about that. What would have happened if she walked in earlier on them? Would they get punished or would they get teased? What she have told his mommy and daddy? He wasn’t sure, but he was glad he didn’t have to worry about that.

This is the newest series I will be posting on my Patreon page EVERY Monday! Each chapter will consist of one session with a pro mommy (so the chapters can get pretty lengthy). Some sessions might be more AB based with loving, some might involve couples, more BDSM things, or even happy endings! If you wish to finish this chapter (it is over 2k words) then join the $5 tier of my Patreon page! I'm also posting a chapter of my audio book every Thursday on there! As well as once in a while a drawing! I appreciate all the support ❤️ Red Queen / Mamabug is creating ABDL stories/podcasts | Patreon Chapter One The only sounds were coming from the clicking from the clock on the wall. Every time the small hand snapped into place, the clicking would echo across the room, and I would squint my eyes. Why was it so loud? I impatiently would look back at it, even though I knew only minutes had passed – even though it felt like hours. Where was he? I got out of the chair I was sitting in and began to pace up and down my small one-bedroom apartment. My hands behind my back. It was then I heard a knock on the door. I stared at the clock; it read 5:24 PM, he was almost half an hour late. I opened the door and crossed my arms. “I’m so sorry,” he said, taking deep breaths; it appeared he had run his way up the stairs to get here. His dark hair was a mess as if he didn’t even take a few seconds to brush it. “I don’t like to be left waiting,” I said with a drawn-out sigh, “when the appointment is 5:00, I expect people to be here on time.” “I know,” he said, “I have no excuse. I’m so sorry!” “You realize you will need to be punished for that, correct?” She asked. He looked like what she expected from his profile picture, but she was still shocked that a young man had come to her. He was not ugly, but perhaps not fully put together either. “Y-yes, ma’am.” He said, hanging his head in shame. “The cost is $125,” I said, holding out my hand. “W-what?!” He said, his blue eyes growing wide. “I thought you said it was 100.” “It was,” I said with a shrug of my shoulders, “that was until you were late.” “O-oh,” he said, hanging his head, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his wallet. He handed her a one-hundred-dollar bill and five 20s. I counted the money, and once I was satisfied, I pushed it into my pocket and smiled up at home. “Okay, shall we go over the rules first?” “Y-yes,” he said shyly. “It’s pretty simple, for the package that you selected – that is going to give you two hours. You have to do everything that I tell you to do – no question. If you wish to stop any time, the safe word is Pineapple.” “Y-yes, ma’am, I understand.” He shifted his weight, unable to look at me directly in the eye. I could tell he was nervous. Perhaps he had never done anything like this before. But, for me, this was my whole life. It evolved around it. “We will start slow,” I said, “to make it a bit comfortable for you. Do you wish for a drink? That might cause your nerve.” “That would be great,” he said, and I walked over to the fridge and pulled out two beers, handing him one. “I’ll let you know what I will do first to ease you into it. But I can’t promise I’ll always explain what I will do. But, remember, I’m doing all this for you.” “Okay.” He said, sipping on the beer. “Did you already shave?” “Yes,” he said, taking another sip. “That’s good; that is one step down. So then right after this, I’ll go ahead and diaper you up.” He didn’t say anything, and his cheeks turned a bit red as he continued to drink his drink. I smiled as I took a sip of my own. “H-how long have you done this?” “Umm, I think about five years now?” I said, trying to figure out the math in my head. “Wow,” he said, “and you enjoy doing it?” “I don’t think one could fully do everything I do – if they don’t enjoy it,” I said with a smile. “I suppose that is true,” he said, “I-I’ve never done anything like this before.” “Most haven’t,” I replied, finishing my beer and throwing it away, “sadly, that seems to be the case. But, I’ve heard that once they’ve experienced it with me, they are more likely to be more confident and can find partners of their own.” “Really?” “Yes,” I said, “I have a lot of repeat customers, and they like to update me with their life. I suppose I’m a part therapist in a way.” “That’s relieving.” “Are you done with your beer?” I asked, and he handed me the empty bottle as I threw it away. “Okay, let’s not waste any more time. Let’s get you properly dressed.” I began to walk down the hallway to the spare bedroom – after all, no one was allowed in my room. It was my personal space. The spare bedroom is something that I have been growing for the past five years, ever since I moved into this apartment and started this career path. I tried to make it so everyone had something they could work with. His face when he first stepped into the room caused me to smile. I loved the looks of faces of people who first entered the room. The bedroom held two large cribs in the back, a dresser filled with clothes, tons of stuffed animals, and some toys. I had the closet filled with other things as well. The bedroom was the master bedroom, as It was a larger space for the nursery. “W-wow.” He said as he looked around. I pointed to the middle of the playroom, where there was a thick rug. “Lay down on the floor,” I told him. Although there was a changing table, I decided that the floor was the best option for this situation. “I already have everything that you already picked out.” “Okay,” he said, obeying her and laying down on the ground as she reached into the closet to pull out what he had chosen when he first contacted her. She walked over to him, showing him the cute plain white diaper he picked out along with the bottle and pacifier. The bottle had a large blue whale wrapped around it, and the pacifier was bright green. “First, I need to take off your pants and underwear,” I said as I crouched down next to him. He turned his face away from me, too embarrassed to even look. I didn’t say anything else as I reached down and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers – leaving his bottom half wholly naked. But I didn’t care. I’ve seen too many naked people in the past few years to take notice. He placed his hands and covered his face as I positioned myself in-between his legs and grabbed the diaper. I opened the diaper, revealing how large it was. I grabbed his legs and lifted them so I could slide the diaper underneath his bottom. I pressed it over his crotch and onto his hips as I made sure the tape was snug, not too tight. “How does that feel?” I asked as I leaned back. He sat up and inspected the diaper, and his whole face was red. “It’s really nice, t-thank you,” he said, twisting about. “You’re welcome,” I said with a smile, “now I’ll be right back, let me just fill up this bottle.” “O-okay,” he said as I got up to head to the kitchen. I filled up the bottle with some juice, returning to the room only a moment later. I sat down next to him, “come here,” I said, pulling him close to me, to the point he was basically on my lap, “drink up.” It helped that he was relatively short for his age, and I was a bit taller than average. Without another word, I plopped the nipple of the bottle into his mouth. I watched as he began to suckle it down. I took my free hand and began to pat the bottom of his diaper, causing him to wiggle about. His request was quite simple, unlike other folks. All he wanted to try to wear a diaper with someone for a chance. He was a single guy in his mid-20s who never had a real relationship. He said all he wanted was to wear a diaper, drink a bottle, and perhaps receive a diaper change. He requested two hours, but it had already been almost an hour (as he was late). He took his time drinking the bottle as I continued to pat his diapered bottom. I figured he wasn’t the type to get sexual gratification from this; he just wanted to feel close to a woman and be loved. I wanted to do everything in my power to make that fantasy come to a reality. So at that moment, I wanted him to feel a connection between the two of us; I wanted him to fully believe that I was his loving girlfriend and this was a normal relationship – not something he had to pay me for. Once he was finished with the bottle, I set it to the side and praised him for doing such a good job. “I think I need to wet my diaper…” he whispered. “Mommy.” I smiled when he said that; it was one of my many titles. People could call me whatever they felt like, except by my first name, as that is not how you should speak to your elders even though most of my clients were older than me physically. “Then go ahead, sweetie,” I told him, “that is what little boys do. I’ll be happy to change you out of that wet diaper once you are done.” He had to crouch down and turn away from me; I watched him as he stayed like that for perhaps ten minutes before I noticed the diaper began to droop down and bulge out slightly. Once I thought he was done, I gently pressed my hand against his diaper bottom, feeling the warmth. “Ohhh, you wet a lot!” “Y-yes,” he said, plopping down on the ground and wiggling about. “Come here,” I said; as I opened my arms, he nuzzled himself into me, digging his face into my chest as I held him tight. I grabbed the pacifier and placed it in his mouth, and he began to suckle it as I had him close, whispering to him loving things as I patted his wet diaper. I was not sure how long we stayed like that. I had a clock in the nursery to keep track of time, so when I calculated it was close to his time being over, I gently pushed him away from me. “Let’s change your diaper, sweetie. We don’t want a rash.” I pinched his cheek as I said this. He nodded his head, understanding why. He laid down on the ground, still sucking on his pacifier as I got in-between his legs once again. I tore off the diaper’s tabs, pulling down the diaper to reveal how soaked it was. He probably had been holding it in for a long time – savoring for this moment. I didn’t want his efforts to go to waste, so I held up his legs in the sky as I grabbed some baby wipes and began to wipe him down. I took way longer than I needed to, but I wanted to make a lasting memory for him. Something he could look back on. Once I was finished, I rolled up the diaper and plopped it in the trash can. I always emptied my trash at the end of each day. “There we go,” I said, “you’re all nice and clean.” “T-thank you, mommy.” He said. “You may get dressed down,” I told him, “I’ll wait for you in the living room.” I made my way into the living room; he was there within only a few minutes. “T-thank you so much,” he said, lowering his head a bit, “I enjoyed it…a lot.” “I’m glad you did, sweetie.” I said with a smile, “I hope to see you soon.” “Definitely.” He said. “I hope you have a good day,” I said as I walked him to the door, opening it. Before he could say another word, I leaned down and kissed his cheek. “You too,” he said, reaching up to touch his cheek, his face red. I smiled at him; as I watched him leave my apartment, I closed the door behind him.

I ordered them. They should function like the other diapers (no leaking), but just a little bit 'off'. My fiancé has ordered diapers like that before, and he said they worked perfectly well. We haven't received them yet, but I'm not too worried about how they function. Diapers are expensive so I'll take any deal on them that I can lol

Here is the next chapter! ❤️ Like always, you can find the following 2 chapters on my patreon page! you can also find artwork, patreon exclusives and audio stories!! I will also be posting an update on my Podcast there sometime this weekend! Red Queen / Mamabug is creating ABDL stories/podcasts | Patreon Chapter Five “Do you ever think about bringing in another little?” Michelle asked Jason that night as she pulled off her top and bottoms to get dressed for the night. Jason, who was already in bed, gave her a puzzled look. “Where is this coming from?” “I met with Danielle at the park today, and they are adopting another little.” “Wow,” Jason said, pausing for a moment to take in this information, “I mean, we have talked about it before….do you want another?” Michelle sighed, “I’m not sure, honestly.” Jason smiled at her as he walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her, though now she was just in her underwear. “You’re so funny,” he said as he planted a kiss upon her cheek. “I was serious.” “I believe,” he said as he turned her around to face him, “we have a wonderful thing now; why change it? Aren’t you happy?” Michelle lifted herself on her tip-toes and kissed him on the lips. “Of course, I’m happy.” “I think I know what you need,” he said with a grin, “I think we need to get away for the weekend.” “But what about Danny?” Michelle asked him. “We can get a babysitter,” Jason said with a shrug of his shoulders, kissing his wife even more, “come on. It’s been a while since it’s just been the two of us.” “I don’t know, and I feel a bit uncomfortable leaving Danny behind…” Michelle said. “Oh, we can get someone he knows; I’m sure he will have a lot of fun,” he said, now kissing her neck and rubbing her shoulders. She let out a small sigh. “Okay,” she said with a smile, “fine, okay, that does sound like a lovely idea.” “Right?” He said, “we can hang out by the pool….or stay in the hotel all weekend.” “Oh, you’re bad,” she said, pushing him away playfully. “Just a bit,” he said with a laugh as he bent down and kissed her on the lips. They didn’t speak anymore after that, wrapping each other in their arms and falling onto the bed. “Now, do you have everything? Do you need me to repeat the list once more?” Michelle asked, running around the house like a madwoman trying to think of everything else she may have forgotten. “Michelle!” Eliza said with a laugh. “It will be alright. It’s just the weekend. We are going to have a splendid time, aren’t we, Danny?” Danny was sitting in his highchair, eating breakfast. He wasn’t too happy when he found out his mommy and daddy were going out for the weekend without him. He wanted to go. The thought of staying with Eliza, Rick, and Annie all weekend. He blushed at the thought. It wasn’t as if he didn’t like Annie, but she also caused him to blush. “I know,” Michelle said, “I’m sorry. It’s just been a while since I’ve left him.” “I understand,” Eliza said, “I had a hard time doing that to Annie a few months ago. But you guys deserve it! Don’t worry, go and have fun!” “Come on!” Jason called from the doorway. “I love you, sweetie. I’ll see you on Sunday.” Michelle said as she planted a big kiss on Danny’s cheek. “Bye, mommy,” he said sadly, watching as she grabbed all her bags and was almost pushed out the door by Eliza. Once they were gone, Eliza sighed with relief. “Okay! Let’s get your bags in my car and head over to our place. Annie can’t wait to play with you!” Eliza picked up Danny’s bags in the car before returning to him, helping him out of his high chair and into the vehicle. Eliza, Rick, and Annie lived about 15 minutes away from where he lived. Their house was a lot bigger than there’s. He had been there a few times when they threw dinner parties. When they got there, Eliza helped Danny out of the car, when a maid came rushing over to help her with the bags. “Heidi, can you take Danny to Annie’s room, please?” Eliza said as soon as they got into the house. “Yes, ma’am,” she said with a small curtsy as she grabbed Danny’s hand and pulled him into Annie’s bedroom – which was perhaps twice the size of his room. “Danny!” Annie called out with a squeal, rushing over to him and wrapping her arms around him, planting a sloppy kiss on the cheek. “Hey, Annie,” He said meekly as she let go of him. Annie was wearing a relatively short pink dress; she bent down every time her thick diaper would stick out. “Mommy said you were spending the weekend with us,” Annie said, “I’m so happy! It gets a bit lonesome sometimes without someone to play with.” Danny nodded his head, and he was still a bit sad about being without his mommy and daddy. “Let’s play something,” Annie said, pulling at his arm, “right now, I’m drawing a picture. You could draw a picture of your mommy and daddy.” Danny gave her a small smile as the two of them laid across the floor and began to color pictures for what seemed like forever. Once they were lost in their world, there was a knock on the door – Eliza walked in. “Hello, you two, what are you doing?” “Coloring,” Annie said as she held up her drawing. “Very cute!” She said. “Do any of you need a diaper change?” The pair of them looked at each other but didn’t answer her. Eliza shook her head as she bent down between them, placing each hand upon their bottom. “Danny, it looks like you are fine, Annie, dear – you are drenched. Why didn’t you tell mommy earlier?” “I forgot,” Annie said, not even looking up at her as she continued to color. “Annie, let us get you changed out of that diaper,” she said, rolling her over on her back. “But, I want to color!” “You can after I change you,” Eliza said strictly as she got up to gather up the supplies. Danny tried not to pay attention to the diaper change, but his cheeks blushed as he turned to watch once in a while, catching Eliza pull-down Annie’s diaper and wiping her clean. Just like he was hairless down below, so was she. But the sight of her naked caused him to turn away from her. Annie must have caught his eye, but there was a smirk on her face. “Here we go,” Eliza said as she placed a fresh, clean diaper between Annie’s legs and taped them up tightly. She rolled up the used diaper, “I suppose I need to check you more. I’ll be right back with some snacks.” “Did you enjoy the show?” Annie asked Danny with a large grin after her mommy was gone from the room. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “I saw you staring at me,” Annie said, “you were blushing.” “Was not!” He said as he stuck out his tongue. “Did you want to touch it?” He stared at her but didn’t say anything. “Or perhaps you wanted me to touch you?” Annie said with a laugh. “N-no!” Danny protested. Annie reached out to grab his hand, but before she could do anything, the door opened up once again as Eliza returned with snacks. Danny’s heart was beating loudly, and he was glad he didn’t need a diaper change – because he didn’t want Annie to see how excited he currently was.