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Here is the next chapter! You can find the next 2 chapters https://www.patreon.com/mamabug Chapter Six “Hey, mommy?” Jonathan rubbed his eyes as he looked around the room. There was a blinding light, and he could hardly see. He could hear a commotion coming from out of the room, but he couldn’t entirely focus on what it was. He rolled out of bed, realizing then as he looked down, that he was wearing a super thick diaper. Perhaps the thickest diaper he has ever seen, it was also dripping wet. He felt his cheeks grow hot as he made his way out of the room. “Mommy?” He didn’t hear an answer, it sounded like she was just outside the room and she talked to someone, but who? “Shush, little baby, it’s okay. Mommy Is Here.” “I’m okay, mommy – “ when he saw her, he realized she wasn’t speaking to him. In her hands was a newborn baby; she held him tightly in her arms and looked down at him lovingly. “Mommy?” He asked, a bit confused. Everything was still fuzzy. She turned around and looked at him. The loving expression she once had, was replaced with disgust as she looked at him. “Can I get a change?” He asked. “It’s time to grow up,” she said in a harsh tone, something he never heard her speak in before, “you’re a grown-ass man. You’re a father! It’s time for you to stop acting like a baby. We have a child to take care of. I can’t believe you.” “I-I’m sorry.” “You need to cut it out! Stop acting like this! You disgust me!” “I’m sorry!” She turned around, away from him. He reached out, wanting to touch her, to make her understand, to say he was sorry! But, she was growing farther away from him. Every step he took, it wasn’t enough. He couldn’t ever catch up to her. “Jonathan? Jon? Jon?” He woke up with a fright, feeling sweat pour down his face as he looked around, confused about what was happening. Everything soon shifted in focus, and he saw Samantha lingering above him, a frown spread across her features, worried. “Are you okay?” She asked as she ran a finger through his hair. “you were squirming all around. Did you have a bad dream?” He nodded his head, but he was still trying to gather his thoughts. He took a deep breath, calming himself down as the nightmare began to settle down and become less real. “Awww, it’s okay,” she said as she kissed him on the forehead, “it was just a bad dream.” “Yeah,” he said with a nod of his head. “Come on, let’s get ready for the day. I have to leave early for work. Are you going to be okay?” “Yeah, I will.” “I love you,” she said with a warm smile, the smile that he remembered the most, but he couldn’t remember but help of think of the look of disgust upon her face. He slid the sheet over himself; even though she put him in a diaper herself last night, he still felt ashamed. She didn’t say anything. “I love you too,” he replied as she left the room. He stayed there for a few moments before getting out of bed and heading to the shower, stripping himself from his clothes and diaper and turning on the water. He stayed there for a long time, letting the water rush over him. His thoughts were focused on the nightmare. He knew it was just a dream – but it felt so real, and it played on the fears and worries he had. He felt himself almost cry at the thought. He felt so selfish – because he knew that being a parent was a huge change. Could blame his wife if she no longer wanted to be his mommy when she was going to be so focused on the little one? But, he couldn’t help but feel neglected and all alone. He got out of the shower, made himself a cup of coffee, and ate some toast before he got dressed and headed out the door for work. The entire time he could only think about the dream and nothing else. He returned home late, the aroma of dinner filled up the house as he walked in – it was meatloaf, one of his favorite dishes. “Welcome home,” Samantha said as she greeted him, “how was work?” “It was okay,” he said, “just another day. How are you feeling?” “Awful,” she said with a weak smile, “as I was making dinner, I almost puked at the thought of eating ketchup.” “Then why did you make it?” “Because you were having a rough day,” she said, “I knew this was your favorite dinner, so I pushed through!” He smiled at her; this was the kind of person she was, the woman he loved. She was the type who would always put everyone first. Deep down, he knew that if he shared his troubles with her, she would wrap her arms around him tightly – but that was now. When she was still accepting and loving of his lifestyle – but when the baby comes. Daniel’s words haunted him – everything changes. “Jon?” Samantha titled her head. “Are you sure everything is okay?” “Yeah, sorry,” he said, “I didn’t sleep well last night, so just a bit tired.” “Perhaps the baby boy should go to sleep early then,” she said with a smile as she walked back into the kitchen to finish dinner. He blushed at her words as he followed her. The rest of the night was smooth; they ate dinner, then cuddled on the couch to watch TV. Jon volunteered to clean the kitchen since she cooked the kitchen as she made herself a nice warm relaxing bath. She had some sickness from the pregnancy. Once she was finished with the bath, they got dressed for bed and snuggled beneath the covers. “You know,” she told him as she wrapped her arms around him, “you can tell me if anything is bothering you.” “I know,” he said, fighting back the urge to spill everything that had been on his heart lately, but instead, he just said, “it’s just a lot to take in, ya know? Fatherhood. I didn’t have a great relationship with my father growing up.” “Oh, sweetie,” she said as she kissed him on the cheek, “I know. But you are a wonderful man, and you’re going to be an excellent father.” “Even with diapers?” He said, but he spoke it with a slight smile on his face, so she didn’t take his words to heart. She laughed and pinched his cheek. She didn’t answer his question, and as she eventfully fell asleep, he laid there awake, wondering if her silence was telling him something.

Here is the next chapter! You can find the next 2 chapters https://www.patreon.com/mamabug Also just letting you know that as of right now I'm only posting the early updates of my story on my Patreon page, but in the beginning of January - I'm going to be posting exlusive content, drawings, podcast and audiobooks as well! So glad you are all enjoying it xx Chapter Five “I can’t believe you two are going to be parents,” Alicia, one of their closest friends, cooed as she reached over and touched Samantha’s belly, which already has become to pop a little bit. They were standing outside a new restaurant on a Saturday night. A few other groups of people stood around them as they waited for their table to be called. “I know,” Samantha said as she touched her stomach, “It almost seems unreal. I often don’t believe it some days. That is until I can feel him move around.” “Have you felt him kick yet?” Alicia turned her head towards Jon, who shook his head. “No, but the doctor says that is normal for a first pregnancy.” “Yes,” she replied, “It was like that when I was pregnant with Lisa.” “Enjoy your free time, though,” her husband, Daniel, said, “before long, you won’t be getting any of it.” “I don’t mind,” Samantha said, “we don’t get out much anyway.” “Prepare for a big change in your life,” Daniels said as he wrapped his arm around Jon and brought him close, “being a parent is a lot of work. Lots of sleepless nights, spit-up, tantrums, bottles, and don’t forget all the diapers.” “Oh yes,” Alicia said with a laugh, “you wouldn’t think something so little would use a lot of diapers, but you would be wrong.” Jon felt his cheeks burn, but he tried to hold his composure. Samantha smiled at this comment and made a little joke that Jon didn’t hear. Perhaps she wasn’t as embarrassed as he was; maybe those type of comments didn’t get to her – but they always did to him. “Don’t worry,” Alicia said, “don’t let Daniel frighten you; you both will be excellent parents. It’s all worth it in the end. Have you picked out any baby names?” Both Samantha and Jon shook their head. “Aw well, I’m sure you both will find the perfect name soon.” It wasn’t long after that their name was called, and they followed the hostess to their table in the back. The rest of the night, they spoke and had a good time. They both knew Alicia and Daniel from college; they were a few years older and got married fast and had two kids not long afterward. It wasn’t as easy for Samantha and Jonathan, but they had enjoyed their time alone. They had a good night, laughing and talking about the past, the present, and the future. A few comments were made here and there that cause Jonathan to blush. He was happy he didn’t decide to wear a diaper to their dinner. Sometimes he would wear beneath his clothes out and about. There were times when Samantha would place her hand upon his thigh and lean in close and whisper in his ear. “Do you need change?” But, he had decided against it this time, and he was thankful. He felt like he would turn into a tomato if he were wearing one. “It was great seeing you,” Alicia said as they made their way to their vehicles, “is there a date set for the baby shower.” Samantha told her. “Oh, that’s not that far off now,” Alicia said as she hugged her friend. “Oh, I’m so happy for both of you.” “Thank you,” Samantha said with a smile. “If you need anything,” Daniel said, pulling Jon to the side, “just let me know. Things change when a baby arrives.” “What do you mean?” “Everything changes. The way you guys live now – it’s never going to be the same again. Not saying it’s a bad thing, just a reality. You won’t have much alone time, and sometimes one or both will be too tired for it. It’s going to be hard for a while. Babies take over your lives, they’re very needy, and you may feel…a little…abandoned at times.” Jon just stared at him. “It’s okay,” Daniel said, “just come with me, and we’ll go for a drink. Eventually, things start to form a new normal.” “We need to go, Daniel,” Alicia called to him. “Have a good one, mate,” Daniel said, patted Jon on the shoulder. They said their final goodbyes and departed ways. Jonathan didn’t say much as he and Samantha got in the car. His head was fuzzy, and he couldn’t think straight. The words Daniel said were swarming around him. He knew that he was trying to prepare himself and not cause worry – but it wasn’t as if Daniel understood exactly the dynamic between him and Samantha. They weren’t the same as Daniel and Alicia, who just went from staying up late all night to going on playdates. They had much more to lose – a part of themselves, and he wasn’t sure if he was ready for that yet. “Are you okay?” Samantha asked as they were driving. “I’m okay,” he said as he turned to her for a quick moment to smile at her, “just thinking.” “About what?” she asked him. “About what Alicia and Daniel were talking about,” he admitted, “it seems like there is a lot we don’t know.” “Yeah,” Samantha nodded her head, “I’m sure there is a ton we don’t know. But, we will figure it out together.” He reached over and grabbed hold of her hand and squeezed it tightly. Perhaps he was worried about how he would be as a father – but he did not doubt in his mind that his wife was going to be an excellent mother. They didn’t say anything that night as they got ready for bed. Part of him wanted to slip on a diaper, for he was anxious, but he was worried. He was starting to feel as if the world around him was changing, and he wasn’t sure if he was ready for that. “Honey,” Samantha’s voice washed over his thoughts as he turned to look at her. “Yes?” “I think perhaps you need a little something, as you are very tense right now. Are you worried about the baby?” He gulped, feeling guilty. “A little bit,” he admitted. “It’s okay to be scared,” she told him, “I’m a little scared too. Here, let’s put a diaper on you, that always makes you feel comfortable, and let’s go to sleep.” He was taken back for a moment; he didn’t think that she would be offering him something like this. He almost wanted to cry, but all he did was no this head. She grabbed a diaper from the closet and told him to lay down. He did as he was told and watched as she gently removed his pants and his underwear, sliding the diaper beneath him and taping him up. As soon as the diaper was placed around him, he felt himself begin to relax. “Everything is going to be okay,” she told him as they climbed into bed together; she wrapped her arms around him and brought him close, “you’re going to be an amazing father. There is nothing to worry about. We will figure it out together.” “Thank you,” he whispered as he curled into a ball and snuggled close into her arms. He felt safe and secure with her by his side. He wouldn’t’ want it any other way. He couldn’t imagine a better place to be. He felt so incredibly lucky to have her, his best friend, his wife, his mommy – all in one. It was a special bond. He wanted to stay like this forever. “I love you, mommy.” He whispered. “I love you too,” she said as she kissed his cheek before they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The only reason why I would be upset - because if I 'caught' him, then that means I'm home, which means we could be having sex instead ??

Here is the next chapter! You can find the next 2 chapters https://www.patreon.com/mamabug Thank you all for your support! ❤️ Chapter Four Even though the movie was about twenty minutes or so from ending, it felt like an eternity. Before when he messed his diapers, it was cleaned up right away, but this was different. Jonathan’s whole face was red – perhaps his entire body! Not once did Samantha take her hand from his diapered bottom. She was continually patting it and rubbing it in, causing him to wiggle and feel even littler. This reminded him of the time when they were still in college when he would be in a diaper after a long day of classes, and they would cuddle on the couch and watch TV all night. Those days when they didn’t have as many worries or concerns. He would lay his head on her lap, and she would play with his hair. He closed his eyes, feeling himself drift to sleep. “Hey, little one.” He opened his eyes and let out a small yawn as he looked up at his wife, looking down at him. “You fell asleep, silly.” “Oops,” he replied, “sorry. Is the movie over?” “It’s been over for about fifteen minutes,” she told him, “but you looked so cute that I couldn’t wake you up!” “Oh,” he said as he turned to look away from her. It took him a moment to remember that he was lying on the couch in a very wet and messy diaper, “um, are you going to change me now, Mommy?” “I don’t know,” Samantha said, “you look so cute in a thick diaper; it makes it difficult for me to want to change you.” “Please,” he said. The diaper was beginning to get a little uncomfortable, and he was worried about getting a diaper rash as well. “Maybe, but first,” she said, before she slipped her fingers on top of his crotch, pressing down slightly, feeling his bulge. He bit his lip as she began to massage him through the diaper. He groaned and wiggled about as she continued to give him pleasure through his diaper. She continued to press as hard as she could, but then would lessen up. A few times, she would grab hold of him through the diaper and began to jerk him off that way. Either way, however, she touched him; it drove him wild. He moaned and shifted about, the pleasure too much for him. But right when he was at the peak of the pleasure, she stopped. “Before you can get off,” she replied, “you need to help me.” It was then that she stood off, sliding her pants and underwear and sitting back down on the couch, spreading her legs. Jon licked his lips as he slid off the couch. “Yes, mommy.” He replied as he positioned himself right in-between her, sticking his face right into her, and began to lick up her juices. As he went down on her, she grabbed hold of his hair and began to yank on it as she started to moan in pleasure as well – which just excited him more. He loved giving pleasure to his wife, his mommy, his best friend. After a while, she pulled his head back; she was panting hard, her hair sticking to her face from the sweat. “Good boy,” she said, “now go into the bedroom.” He nodded his heads as he pulled himself up and made his way into the bed, though it was a bit difficult to walk. He felt like his diaper was going to leak any second. He took small steps, feeling the mess mush around with every step. He made his way into the bedroom, but then he just stood there. He didn’t want to lie down on the bed, in fear that the mess would squeeze out of his diaper and spread across their sheets. This time, his mommy came in pretty soon afterward – having her shorts back on. She had a towel in her hand, as well. “Here we go; this will protect the blankets and sheets from your stinky behind,” he said, waving her hand over her face. He didn’t say anything, just watched as she laid the large towel on the bed, and then he got on top of it, lying down and spreading out his legs. “You’re such a big stinky baby,” she said with a giggle, poking his diaper with her finger, “what am I going to do with you?” “I don’t know,” he said in a small voice, too embarrassed (and turned on) to think straight. “It’s going to take me such a long time to change you,” she said with a sigh as she went to the closet to pull out the diaper wipes. “Tell me, what did you do?” She asked. “I messed my diaper, mommy.” “Why?” “Because I’m a baby boy,” he muttered; his face was on fire. He wanted to crawl in a little bawl and hide away from the world. He wasn’t sure how much more of this he could handle. Every word she spoke, every touch, every sensation was driving him crazy. “That is correct, mister.” She said as she reached down and tickled his stomach slightly, causing him to giggle and wiggle about, “you are nothing but a stinky baby boy that mommy has to change!” “Thank you,” he said meekly. She patted his diapered bottom once again before tearing at the tabs and pulling the diaper down, revealing the massive mess in the diaper. “Oh, boy!” she said as she waved her hand in front of her face, “what a stinky boy!” He bit his lip at her reaction to his mess. She grabbed the top of the diaper and wiped down his front, getting as much mess as she could off before gabbing the wipes. She lifted his legs high in the sky as she began to wipe him down. “I suppose this is good practice,” she said as she put the used wipes in the diaper and grabbed some fresh ones, “after changing your large diapers – a baby should be a piece of cake.” After she spoke, she paused for a moment. Not for a long time, but enough for him to notice. She blanked out, stared into space as if she was deep in thought. He opened his mouth to say something, but then she shook her head and continued to clean him up. He had a terrible feeling in his gut. “We are almost clean,” she said as she grabbed a few more wipes before finishing him off. She then took the soiled diaper and wrapped it up as tightly as she could, “I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.” He nodded his head, looking up at the ceiling. He didn’t think of anything, just laid there staring. His whole body was numb, for he was too worried to think, assume, and wonder what it was she was thinking. She returned a minute later. “Thank you, mommy.” He replied as she walked over to him, bending down to kiss him on the lips. “You’re welcome, baby,” she said as she crawled on top of him, continuing to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around her and brought her close. At that moment, he didn’t want to think about anything else but having her in his arms.

Here is the next chapter! You can find chapter 4 and 5 on my Patreon page (as well as some other great content!) https://www.patreon.com/mamabug Also! If you happened to be into young adult romance novels, then feel free to check out my non-abdl book! https://books2read.com/TheLastGoodbye Thank you all for your support! ❤️ Chapter Three “We are having a boy! I can’t believe it!” Samantha cried, genuine tears running down her cheek. They had just gotten back from the 15-week scan to see their baby – finding out the gender in the process. Samantha cried on the spot – and was still crying as they drove back home. Jon was mostly silent; his thoughts were processing all the emotions he was feeling. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t happy – that wasn’t the case at all. He loved the idea of having a son. But, it was also starting to get very real with him as well. He was going to be a father. There was going to be a baby in the house. “Are you okay?” Samantha asked as the silence dragged on forever. “Oh, yes, sorry,” Jon said, “there is just a lot on my mind.” “I know,” she said with a sigh, and for a moment, he thought she understood and knew his worries, but then, “it’s going to be tough, but you’re going to make a great father.” “And you a great mother,” he said, “I should know that.” “That’s different,” she said, but with a smile. “Of course.” “We need to start thinking of names,” she told him. “We have plenty of time for that,” Jonathan said, reassuring her. “Maybe,” she said, “I’ve heard of couples who couldn’t think of a name until AFTER the baby was born! I don’t want our son to be born without a name.” “True,” Jonathan said as they soon pulled up to the house. “I think I’m going to take a little nap,” she said with a stretch, “I’m super tired.” “That sounds like a brilliant idea; you take all the rest you need,” Jonathan said as he took her hand and led her into the house before kissing her cheek. “You’re so sweet,” she said with a bright smile, “perhaps, later on, we can cuddle on the couch and watch a movie.” “That sounds perfect.” She wandered off into the bedroom, closing the door behind her. The thought of cuddling on the couch excited him. In the past, it was always the time he would put on a diaper. They would snuggle up to watch a movie with her once in a while. Reaching over and checking his diaper and teasing him if he was wet. A few times, she would grab a bottle and feed him as he laid his head on her lap. It was the perfect night after a long week, and he always looked forward to it. The one moment he got lost in, he felt his safest when he felt the most comfortable. He loved the feeling of his wife tapping on his diapered bottom or reaching over to pinch his cheeks. She loved every tease and every word of affection. It was something he didn’t want to lose when they had their child. But, perhaps things wouldn’t be so different after all. He knew that when his son grew older, he couldn’t be wearing just a diaper and a t-shirt around the house. But, if they could still have those memorable nights, he would be okay with it. He smiled as he went to grab himself a cup of coffee at the thought before heading to the computer and logging on, deciding to play some games while Samantha rested. She was probably in the bedroom for a little over an hour before she stumbled out. “How are you feeling?” He asked her, looking up from the computer. She wiggled her hand a little bit, “I’m feeling okay. Do we have any ginger ale?” “We should.” “I need to get some,” she said as she made her way into the kitchen. He hated to see his wife like this. She was often very healthy; he hardly saw her sick in the entire time he had known her. He could remember a few times she had gotten the flu and was in bed for a week, but nothing like she had been through in the past 15 weeks. “Is there anything I can do for you?” He asked her. “No,” she said as she began to sip on her glass of ginger ale, “it’s just part of the pregnancy. I’ll be fine, and it will be worth it in the end.” He smiled at her. “That’s true. Do you still want to cuddle on the couch later?” “Of course,” she said, “I look forward to it. I think I’m going to go take a nice long bath, though.” She walked over to him and kissed him on the head before placing her glass in the sink and heading to the bathroom. He felt helpless in this situation; he wished there was something he could do to make her feel better. But, all he could do is watch her and then think of himself for being selfish for worrying about himself this entire time. After her bath, Samantha seemed to be doing a lot better; they ordered some Chinese take-out as they looked for a movie to watch. Jonathan put on a thick diaper and cuddled in her lap as they ate and put on a new movie on Netflix. “This is wonderful,” he said. She ran her fingers down his back. “It sure is,” she replied, snuggling even close to him. They stayed like that during the entire movie, hardly talking. He wiggled around; he felt the need to use his diaper – he had drunk a cup of coffee before they watched the movie, and afterward, he had a beer (she had some juice). He felt his bladder pushing against him, but he held back. He always enjoyed waiting as long as he could. Sometimes Samantha would come around and pat his diaper and tell him to let go since he was a little boy and all. Just the thought caused him to blush. However, towards the end of the movie, he felt like he couldn’t hold back anymore – and let the feeling of warm pee slip out of him and into his diaper – swelling it up all around him. He wiggled a bit more now, feeling the thickness of the diaper expand as he filled it up. At the same time, though, he felt a rumble in his stomach, and he bit his lip. It wasn’t as if they weren’t into him messing his diaper. He had done it quite a few times, but it wasn’t something as regular as wetting – and it made him way more embarrassed to do it than just wetting. He tried to hold back, but the mixture of the coffee and the alcohol wouldn’t let him. He closed his eyes tightly. There were still at least twenty minutes left of the movie, and at this point, he was hardly paying attention. Samantha glanced down at him. “Are you okay?” She asked. “It’s not a scary movie, baby.” “I’m not scared,” he mumbled, “I’m okay.” He knew he was a terrible liar. He knew that with one look (and probably sniff too) at his diaper, that he had filled it up. But, did she knew that he was about to mess it? She didn’t say anything though, in the corner of his eye, she saw him smirk as she turned her attention back to the movie. He buried himself into her as he felt her fingers slide down to his bottom and began to pat and rub it, almost as if she was encouraging him to give up the fight and just let it go. But, even with her support in the matter, he was too embarrassed too. He almost got up to go to the bathroom when Samantha pushed him back down. He knew he couldn’t fight back anymore. He closed his eyes and let go of everything. Samantha was still patting and rubbing his bottom as he pushed and let the mess slide from his bottom and push against the diaper, filling up the back; he even wet a little bit more. When he was finished, he hides his face in her lap, unable to look at her. But, she still didn’t say anything, just continued to pat and rub the mess all around as they finished watching the rest of the movie.

So happy you are all enjoying it! You can find chapter three and four on my Patreon page https://www.patreon.com/mamabug Chapter Two Jon sat on the couch, flipping through the channels. It was a Thursday afternoon, but he was staying home from work. He had woken up with cold-like symptoms and decided to take the day to rest and relax. He was wearing a white tank top and shorts – but underneath them was a thick diaper. It wasn't his idea to wear the diaper; Samantha – his mommy, said that since he was sick – he should wear a diaper just if he had any accidents and that he wasn't allowed to change at all until she got home. Just remembering that conversation made him blush. "What do you think you're doing?" Samantha asked him as Jonathan was beginning to get dressed. "I'm getting dressed?" He asked; he had just gotten out of the shower and was still slightly damp. "I mean with that," she said as she pointed to his boxers he was holding. He blushed but didn't say anything. "lay down on the bed." He obeyed her, lying down on the bed, completely naked. She soon returned with a thick diaper, sliding it beneath him and taping it up. "You need to wear this just in case you have any accidents," she said with a sly smile, "and because little boys can't change themselves, I suppose you're going to have to wait till I get home." He gulped at those words, "o-okay." And here he was a few hours later, with a slightly wet diaper, trying his best not to over soak it before she came home in a couple of hours. It had been a while since she had put him in a diaper. They used to do it, about two to three times a week when it's been almost a month. He frowned at the thought. He knew they had a lot going on, lots of doctors' appointments, and planning before the baby arrived. Samantha was only eight weeks pregnant and had only just started telling people. In the back of his mind, he had that constant worry about everything changing. Not just the fact he was worried his lifestyle would be no more – but the fact that he was going to be a father. Was he ready for that? After all, he was sitting here in a thick wet diaper. He shook his head; no, it's just his fetish and his lifestyle – he had a great job, he had a house, a beautiful wife, he had everything any other man had. How is your diaper doing? The text came from his wife; she must be at lunch at work. It's holding up. Send me a picture! He blushed at her request but did as she asked. He stood up and slid down his shorts before snapping a picture of his diaper and sending it to her. Very nice! I'm sure it's going to be really wet soon! Hopefully, you don't leak! I won't, mommy. Oh! I forgot to tell you that my next doctor's appointment is in 2 weeks, and we may get a sonogram to see the baby! The sudden change of topic startled him. That's great, hun. I'll see you after work. I love you. I love you too xoxo He set the phone down and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He knew everything was going to be okay, and he was overreacting. By the time it was getting to the point when Samantha would be home, his diaper was almost to the end of leaking – he was just happy he didn't have to mess his diaper. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to wait for her to get home. "I'm home!" The voice filled up the room as his wife opened the front door and walked in; at this point, Jon was in the kitchen washing the dishes, though he had to stand weirdly as his diaper was sliding off from his hips. "There is my little boy," she said with a giggle as she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him on the cheek. "Hey," he said with a giggle, "how was work." "Long, I'm glad to be home." She said before letting her fingers slide down and touch the crotch of his diaper, "oh my, your diaper is really full!" He nodded his head, too embarrassed to even speak. She kept her fingers there, letting them press in before she pulled the back of his shorts out (and his diaper) and peaked him. "Yup! Someone is in a desperate need of a diaper change." "I do, mommy." He said with a wiggle, "my diaper is soaked." "Then we better get changed before we get dinner started, huh?" He nodded his head, feeling himself feel smaller by every second. Samantha twisted her fingers in his and led him to the bedroom where he laid down on the bed. He wiggled and turned as she pulled the tabs of his diaper. "Let's get this little boy out of this wet diaper!" she said with a giggle; the sound of the diaper echoed in the room before she pulled down his soaked diaper. He covered his face with his hands as he smelt the aroma of pee filled the air. "Oh my!" she said as she waved her hand over her face. "you poor thing! Been sitting in this wet diaper all day!" She grabbed some wipes and began to wipe him down, carefully going everywhere gently. She rolled the diaper up in a ball and set it to the side. "I think someone needs to go take a shower to make sure they're all nice and clean before mommy gets dinner ready." "Oh, okay." He said, feeling a bit disheartening that it didn't go anywhere. He stood up as she kissed him on the cheek, but not before pressing her fingers against his penis. "Perhaps if you're a good boy," she whispered in his ear with a chuckle before walking out of the room. Jonathan stood there for a few moments, half-naked before he made his way into the shower. Once he was done, he could smell the aroma fill the air of spaghetti. "That smells delicious," he said as he licked his lips. "You're all nice and clean?" Samantha asked as she looked over to him, stirring the pot of sauce in front of her. He nodded his head. "Good, now sit down, little one." She said. They sat down with their plates as they began to eat. "This is so good, thanks, mommy." He said he stabbed his food with his fork and plopped it in his mouth, slipping it down. Samantha shook her head at him but was smiling. "You're welcome," she said as she took a smaller bite. He opened his mouth but shut it closed. He wanted to ask her if they would still talk like this when they were parents. What would change? He wanted to express his fears…however. "Uh oh," Samantha suddenly said, clutching her hand to her mouth as she shot out of her chair and rushed to the bathroom. Jonathan quickly followed her, finding her kneeling over the toilet. "Are you okay, mommy?" He asked. "No," she said, "I feel awful. I guess I can't have spaghetti anymore. I think I'm going to go lie down." "Okay," Jonathan said, "I'll clean everything up. Do you need anything?" She shook her head, "No." He watched as she made her way into their bedroom, closing the door behind her. His gut was torn up, feeling both bad for his wife for having feeling ill from the pregnancy – and slightly guilty; he was also upset that nothing was going to happen tonight. He brushed it off, deciding to let it go and clean up the kitchen for her. Little did he know that at that moment, everything would change.

Hello and welcome to my newest story! I hope you all enjoy it! It's back to a more tradional story. If you would like to read the next 2 chapters, you can read them (and other great stuff) on my patreon page! https://www.patreon.com/mamabug Also a huge thanks to my Patreons and all their continue support! James S., Littlegoartist, Mike D., Adam S., Luap1123, Paul B., Sean, David, Jeff, Jukebox, Wayne F., Ryan, Ryan, Mike S., Danny V. Enjoy!! Chapter One “I’m pregnant!” Those words would ring in his ear for the rest of the day. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t happy by the fact that his wife of five years was pregnant. No, it was quite the opposite. He was thrilled as they had wanted to start a family. However, it was different now that it had become a reality. She walked around the house for the rest of the day, talking about everything baby-related, how they were going to sit up the spare bedroom into a nursery, talking about all the baby clothes and the toys and everything else associated with a new baby. In a typical household, that would be completely normal, and it wouldn’t affect anyone. However, this was different. The entire time she went around speaking about the baby, looking through Pinterest at cute nursery ideas – her husband was walking around in nothing but a t-shirt and a thick diaper. He always enjoyed the feeling of a diaper against his skin; he remembered that he never wanted to be potty trained, and it took his mother until he was four years old to win the battle finally. But, she lost the war because it was something he would carry with him for the rest of his life. He met his current wife in college when he was still having problems accepting himself and his fetish. When he finally opened up to her, she held him as he cried. She never left him, and to this day, she had stuck by him and supported him and even grown to love the lifestyle as well. They talked about having children when they got married, but they never really spoke about how it would affect their relationship – as mommy and little boy. Would she no longer wish to be a part of that anymore? Would it be selfish if he expected her too? He was worried about saying anything, so he didn’t say anything. “Oh! This would look so cute!” She said as she showed him an underwater themed nursery that she found. “That is adorable,” he said with a smile, “though isn’t it too early to be looking at all that stuff?” “Maybe,” she said with a sigh, “but I’m just so excited; we’ve been trying for so long I was beginning to worry that we wouldn’t get pregnant.” He reached out and grabbed her hand, “I know Samantha, but perhaps we should wait until at least the doctor’s appointment?” She set down her phone and took a deep breath. “You’re right. I’ll try to hold off. I don’t plan on telling anyone for a bit anyway, to be safe.” “I love you,” he said as he kissed her. “And I love you, Jon,” she replied with a broad grin, “I can’t believe we are going to be parents.” “Same here,” he said as he wiggled about, starting to feel a bit foolish that he was talking about being a father when he currently was in a pretty wet diaper. It wasn’t long before he felt the fingers of his wife pressing against his crotch. “It appears that someone might be just a little bit wet,” she said with a giggle, her green eyes were sparkling with unspeakable joy, “does someone need a change.” He blushed at those words, unable to speak, as he just nodded his head. “Okay, go to the bedroom and wait for me, and I’ll be right there.” She said with a wink as she walked away. He watched her, her long brown hair swaying as she walked. She was gorgeous, and he was so incredibly lucky to have her in his life. He didn’t want to admit to her his worries about their future together. He obeyed her and got up and headed to their bedroom, lying down on the bed as he waited for his wife to come. Samantha took her time, though, however. He figured she just wanted to clean something up first, but as the time ticked, he realized that she was doing this to tease him. It worked. Ten minutes passed as he was still lying there on the bed with a wet diaper. He wiggled around as he took his hand and pressed it against his crotch, biting his lip. When did he start to like wearing diapers so much? He closed his eyes as he tried to remember when and why he enjoyed them so much. He was the oldest sibling, and he recalled getting super jealous of all the attention his younger siblings were getting. Perhaps that is what started his eagerness to slip back into diapers and be spoiled. “Were you waiting a long time, baby?” He heard Samantha’s voice, and he lifted his head to see her standing by the doorway – completely naked. He felt his cheeks blush as he looked away, feeling his dick throb inside his diaper. Even though they’ve been together for quite some time now, still seeing her naked got him excited. She was so incredibly sexy with her perky breast and curves. He wiggled around as she walked closer to him before leaning down and pressing her fingers against his wet crotch. “Someone is a naughty boy,” she said with a giggle, “I can feel your excitement that mommy is about to change you.” “Please,” he said with a blush and a wiggle. “Hmm, begging, are we?” she said, still pressing her fingers against his crotch, her hair falling over, “but should I?” He bit his lip hard as she continued to tease him. “My little boy needs a big diaper change! Look how wet he is!” She said as she began to move her hand all around. The wet diaper’s sensation is pressed against his dick caused him to wiggle even more and moan slightly from the pleasure. “Mommy,” he whispered, “please change me.” “I’m still not sure,” she said, pretending to ponder over it. “Please, mommy, I’m wet,” Jonathan said, almost whimpering now. “Hmmm, I suppose I could.” She said with a twisted grin, obviously very much enjoying the torture (and pleasure) that she was giving to her husband. “Please,” he whimpered again. At this point, she obliged her husband, straightening up as she headed to their closet, where they held all their diaper supplies. He watched her naked form, so perfect, as she reached in the back to grab a fresh diaper, some wipes as well as some baby powder. “My little boy is in such a wet diaper; I suppose your mommy couldn’t just leave you in such a pitiful state.” She placed the stuff down beside him, licking her lips in the process. She then slowly tore open the sides of the diaper, pulling them down to reveal the hard penis that popped up. “Oh my, someone is a little excited, huh?” She said with a giggle as she poked his penis with her finger. “I suppose we should take care of that first, huh?” He nodded his head in agreement; his eyes were pleading with her. She pulled the wet diaper back up and wrapped it around his hard dick, starting to move it up and down slowly. He wiggled like crazy at the feeling of the wet diaper tightly secured against his member. He moaned and arched his back, closing his eyes as he felt the pleasure build up. “Come on and make a bigger mess in your diaper so that mommy can change you.” Samantha continued to tease him, going faster – and then slower. He reached out and grabbed the sheets, twisting them in his fingers. It wasn’t long before he fully released; he fell back onto the bed and breathed hard. “Good boy!” She said with a giggle as she grabbed some wipes and began to clean him up, taking her time to get every little spot. She then slid a fresh, clean diaper beneath his bottom and sprinkled some baby powder on his crotch before taping it up and kissing his diapered crotch. “Such a sweet little boy I have!” She said with a giggle. “I wonder what it’s going to be like when I have two babies to take care of.” She reached down and pinched his cheek before grabbing the used diaper and walking out of the bedroom. Two babies? He frowned at that. Would that be the case? He couldn’t help but be afraid that after the baby was born, she would want nothing to do with his lifestyle – which made him feel guilty for even thinking it. But, what if that did happen?

So this is the last chapter! I've really enjoyed this story. It's a bit different then my usual style - but it's good to try new things! It wasn't as diaper focused as some of my other stories, but I think that's okay :) I will be posted (eventually) a bonus chapter (that will be a bit more diaper-focused). also the next 2 chapters of my newest story (more abdl related haha) is on my Patreon page! But I'll be posting it on here next Monday! :) https://www.patreon.com/mamabug Chapter Ten At that moment, she had no thoughts or reasons for the past or even her future. Delilah's thoughts were solely focused on the moment with Prince Henry. Her thoughts were in the past when the person broke her heart she thought she was supposed to be with. She also wasn't thinking about the fact her father released her from her duty of marriage. She was now free to rule the country without having a husband. No, she was too focused on him at the moment. Because right now, nothing else seemed to matter. His warm breath again her cheek as she kissed his neck. His heart was racing in his chest as she pressed down upon him, straddling on top. She was never one to be so aggressive, believe it or not. She always let the man take the lead, but something inside her broke free and was released into the wild. "Wait," he said as she continued to work her way downward, letting her hands feel him all about. "Why?" She asked him. "Do you not like this?" "I-I do," he admitted, "It's just that…" "Shut up," she said, pressing her lips against his. He opened his mouth to speak once again but shut it. She got off of him, but only long enough to strip down to her bra and underwear, instructing him to get undressed as well, leaving him only in a diaper. "Do you enjoy wearing this?" She asked him. He blushed, unable to find any words to speak, but he nodded his head. "I think you look adorable." She said as she bit her lip. "I always used it for humiliation purposes, to push people away….but now." She pressed her fingers against his wet diaper even more, to the point she could feel his hard dick beneath it. "Now, it is exciting." She pressed her lips against him, pressing her body against his as he wrapped his arm around her, and she felt a chill run down her spine. How come he was affecting her like this? How come she wanted more? She wanted to continue to kiss him, to touch him, for him to touch her. She wanted to feel him, to know him. "Stop," he said again, and this time, she obeyed. "You don't want me?" She asked, and he shook his head. "Of course I do," he told her, "but I don't want to rush into things…I want to do if…properly." She pushed herself off of him; she felt like a fool. "I'm sorry." "Don't apologize." "I'm an idiot; here I am throwing myself onto you and…." She felt the tears sting her eyes. "Delilah," he whispered, "It's not that I don't….I mean, look at you! You're gorgeous! But, I don't want to ruin something…that could become something amazing." "You're right," Delilah said, "I got a bit carried away." Prince Henry kissed her on the cheek. "I do really like you. Perhaps tomorrow night, we can an actual date?" "I would like that," Delilah admitted to him. Prince Henry grabbed her hand and gave her a gentle squeeze before he got up and got dressed. She watched him, not saying a word. She had a million thoughts going through her mind and wasn't sure if there were any words to say. She still felt like a little bit of a fool for coming onto him so strongly, but she felt reassured by his words when he said it was okay. "Get some sleep," he said once he was fully dressed, bending down to kiss her on top of her head as he started to make his way to the door, "good night." "Good night," she whispered back. Once he was gone, she went to take a shower and get ready for bed – but had a hard time falling asleep – as she only thought about him pressed up against her. "Come on, dear, we need to get you ready," Sylvia said as she was brushing Delilah's hair the following night. "Oh, Sylvia, I'm nervous." "It will be fine," Sylvia hummed. "But, what if I screw it up again?" "You're not going too," Sylvia said, "you're a great person; anyone would be lucky to be with you." Delilah smiled at those reassuring words. She decided to wear a light blue dress this evening with her official date with Prince Henry. She felt sick to her stomach at the thought of how tonight would plan out. About half an hour later of getting dressed, she heard a knock on the door. It was him. She took her time opening the door, seeing him standing there, all dressed up in a dark navy suit. He looked so handsome. "You look amazing," He said with a smile as he held out his arm to her, "are you ready?" "Yes," she said as she linked her arm with his and followed him down the corridor. She had no idea what exactly he was planning. He soon brought her to a horse-drawn carriage, helping her inside the carriage carefully as the two snow-white horses prodded their feet impatiently. "Wow," she said as they rode along the castle grounds, "where are we going?" "It's a surprise," he told her. It wasn't long before she figured out exactly where he was taking her. The village, the night when the rouges attacked, got stuck in a cavern because of the rain. They pulled up to the cavern that they stayed at, but it looked a bit different. A large blanket was laid upon the ground, with a small table and two chairs—a lantern sitting in the middle of the table to light up the cave. "Oh, my," Delilah breathed out, her heart pounding in her chest. It was so simple, but yet so much at the same time. "This was the place that you first let your guard down around me," he said as he helped her off the steps, "I want us to take our first steps at a relationship…here." "It's amazing," she said, "no one has ever done anything like this before." "Not everyone is me," he said with a wink. He held out the chair for her, helping her slide into the table. He then left for a moment, walking back to the carriage to grab a large basket that held their food. Inside was some chicken, veggies, rice, and some cake for dessert. "I hope you like it," Prince Henry said, "I'm not the best cook." "You cooked this?!" Delilah asked in amazement. "Yes," he answered. "Oh wow," Delilah said, "that's amazing. I'll admit, I never cooked anything in my life." "I'll teach you," he said with a smile as he plopped a piece of chicken in his mouth. Delilah smiled as she took a bite, as well. "This is delicious." "Thank you," he said. "What else do you know?" Delilah asked him. "Learning to cook isn't something a prince usually knows." "I can do many things, a man of many talents," Prince Henry said with a laugh, "besides all the typical training a 'young prince' must know, and besides cooking, I'm also pretty good with a paintbrush." "Oh, I would love to see some of your work," Delilah told him. "Anytime," he said, "one day, we will have to go back to my hometown; it's quite beautiful there." "I've never been away from Andverde," Delilah admitted, "but I would love to be able to explore the world." "Let's do it then," Prince Henry told her, "the only ones stopping us…is well us." "I can't," Delilah said with a laugh, "though it's a nice dream. I have a country to worry about." "You're not the queen yet, Delilah," he told her, "your whole focus doesn't have to be on your kingdom. You can still live for yourself as well." "But it's my duty," she told him, "I need to do what is best for them. I can't just run off and do whatever. My father wants – " "Who cares what your father wants. What do you want?" Delilah opened her mouth to speak but then shut it back. What did she want? She thought she got what she wanted when her father said she didn't have to get married to rule over the country – but then what? Was that all she wanted from her life? "I can't just leave; I can't just run away like that…" "You're not running away," Prince Henry told her, "you'll be gaining experience, you'll be seeing the world from a new perspective, I believe that it will help you grow – and therefore become an even better Queen." "Perhaps you are right." She said with a smile. They spent the next two hours sitting there talking, laughing, telling each other stories of their youth. Delilah couldn't remember when the last time she felt so free. The more they sat there and spoke, the more she felt herself falling for him. His words about them traveling through weighed down upon her, and right as he was about to drop her off back at her room, she grabbed him by the shoulder and said. "Let's do it; let's travel." A month later, both of them were on the road, set to travel for a year – when Delilah came back, she would be coordinated as the new Queen of Andverde. Delilah was nervous about traveling the world and really excited – mostly since she was with Prince Henry. "Are you ready?" He asked as he entangled his fingers with hers, and she nodded her head. "Yes, I'm ready." He kissed her gently on the lips. "Then, let's start our adventure."

You can find the last chapter on my Patreon page! You can also find the 1st chapter of my newest story on there as well https://www.patreon.com/mamabug Chapter Nine “Where are you going?” She wanted to stay there for longer, but she knew that she would have to return to her tent. Part of her wished she could stay here all night; after all, it was so peaceful. She had cried until she could no longer produce “What are you wearing?” She asked him, although it was a rhetorical question, after all, she knew what was beneath his pants, but she was still processing the information. When she forced him in a diaper, she figured he would take it off as soon as possible – but he didn’t. But, she just thought it was to win her favor. He was trying to break down her walls (and it worked). However, there was no need to hold up this charade any longer. They were no longer bond to each other. Their ties to each other had been severed at dinner, and they were free to live their own lives. He would return home and marry a girl he truly loved – and she was able to rule her country without the worry of having a husband. But, then why? Why did he decide to wear a diaper again? Did he do this before dinner when he still believed he would have to marry her? No, she didn’t believe that was it. But then what was it? “I believe you know the answer to that.” Was all he said, and she felt her cheeks burn slightly. “Why?” She asked, her voice hardly over a whisper. He walked closer to her and stared into her eyes. “Did I break them down?” “What?” She took a step back, feeling her heart began to pound in her chest, but she tried to keep her composure. “Did I break them down?” He asked again, his eyes staring at her, his voice as calm as ever. “You’re speaking in riddles; I do not understand.” “I think you do,” he whispered as he placed his hand upon her cheek, and before she could say anything, he bent down and kissed her. When she processed what was going on, she pushed him away. “What are you doing?” She shouted. “Why did you do that?” He frowned at this, “I’m sorry. I’m usually good at reading people. I thought you liked me.” Those blatant words of her feelings caused her to blush. “W-what?” She sputtered. “What makes you think that? After all, why are you kissing me anyway? You called off the wedding. You are going to go home. We no longer need to see each other…” “Is that what you want?” He asked her. At this point, Delilah noticed people passing them, watching them, then whispering to themselves. Without another word, she grabbed his arm and pulled him into her room, slamming the door behind them. “I got what I wanted. I got my kingdom.” “That is all that you want?” “Of course. It is what I always wanted.” She was lying; she knew that. Her chest was tightening up, and it was getting more difficult to breathe. But, she was afraid of speaking the truth. Why was he pushing her for answers when he was planning on leaving? Why was he so cruel? She wanted him to leave her alone, she was trying to hold herself together, but the more he dug deeper – the more challenging it was getting for her to contain herself. “Then why did you kiss me?” That broke her. She was no longer able to hold back, and she began to cry. He tried to walk over to her, to put his arms around her, but she pushed him away. “Why do you care?” She spat out. “You don’t want to get married anymore. You never liked me. You were using me like everyone else!” “What are you talking about?” He said. “I never said that.” “Yes, you did!” “I just,” He stopped and took a deep breath, “will you calm down and listen to me for a second?” She locked eyes with him. “I said that not because I don’t have feelings for you – I said it because I do! I know how much it meant to you to rule the country without needing a husband – that doesn’t mean you can’t get married. I didn’t want us to do something that was forced. I wanted to be with you – because you wanted to be with me, not because of what you’re father said. Delilah, I do like you.” She hadn’t realized she was holding her breath the entire time he spoke, but she felt a weight lift off her chest. “You like me?” She whispered. He smiled at her. “Duh, I’ve always liked you. Since that one day at the Ball.” “You have?” She asked in a little voice, and he couldn’t help but laugh as she finally allowed him to come within reach of her, pressing his lips against her once again. This time, she did not push him away. “Now, why did you kiss me?” He asked her. She knew that she couldn’t hide her true feelings any longer. She was scared, but at the same time, him being around her brought her much comfort. He said that he liked her, and for the first time, she believed it. She couldn’t contain the tears, though, and she cried as she spoke. “Because I like you too.” With that, they kissed again, falling onto the bed. Delilah couldn’t remember when she was this happy when she felt the walls she had built downfall all around her. She wanted to let Prince Henry into her life. She was nervous, but also excited about what was to come. After all, she didn’t forget the fact he was wearing a diaper. The thought caused her to grow excited. It wasn’t the first time she had forced a potential partner to be put into humiliating situations so that they would leave her alone, but this was the first time that the thought of it got her excited. She pressed her hands against his pants, pulling down his trousers to feel the diaper beneath her fingers, realizing it was wet. She bit her lip hard to the point she thought she would draw blood. She wanted him; she wanted him; she wanted him. She pushed him down on the bed, getting on top of him, pressing herself against his wet diaper. She didn’t want to stop; she wasn’t sure exactly what she was doing or what she had planned – all she knew is that she wanted this.

Here is the next chapter! The last 2 chapters are posted on my Patreon page! https://www.patreon.com/mamabug Also in 2 weeks I'll be posting my brand new story, which will be a bit more traditional than this one! Enjoy! Chapter Eight “Where are you going?” She wanted to stay there for longer, but she knew that she would have to return to her tent. Part of her wished she could stay here all night; after all, it was so peaceful. She had cried until she could no longer produce tears, but there was still heaviness to her heart. She wasn’t sure what to think about what had happened between her and Prince Henry. Technically they were betrothed to get married, but she hated the feeling of being forced – even though she admitted to herself that she had grown to like him. He was charming and robust, but also honest and kind. He looked at her like no one else had before. He stood up to her and stood his ground, challenging her but looking right through her stubbornness to find the hurt she was trying to hide. She stayed by the river for almost an hour before leaving and returning to her tent, hardly speaking to anyone on the way there. She wasn’t able to sleep that night. She woke up early to gather up her tent and help her people get ready for the long journey back to the castle. They had sent scouts ahead early in the morning to see if everything was okay; they did not start the trip back until they returned when the sun was almost high in the sky. She didn’t say a word to Prince Henry the entire way back. A few times, they looked at each other but turned away. Both somewhat flustered about what happened the night before. By the time they returned to the castle, she had spent the rest of the day checking up on everything. That night they were having dinner with her father and her mother. Not much was said when suddenly her father placed his drink down. “Now that everything has calmed down,” he said, “we can go back to the wedding plans.” Her heart sank. She had almost forgotten about that. She opened her mouth to protest, but she froze up and remained silent. What would be the point? However, to her surprise, Prince Henry spoke up. “I wish to cancel the wedding.” Delilah turned her head and looked over at him for a moment believing that she had misheard him. There was no way that he said that. After all, he seemed ready to marry her at a moment’s notice. “Excuse me?” It seemed her father also had the same reaction as she did. “I want to cancel the wedding,” Prince Henry repeated, “I have had the first-hand witness that Princess Delilah would be a great leader – with or without a husband. I do not wish to force her hand into something she doesn’t want. I believe that you should trust her judgment and trust your daughter. You have seen her effortlessly but herself in danger to protect her people. She will make a wonderful Queen one day, even if she doesn’t get married.” Delilah felt her cheeks turn a slight pink as she looked at him in awe. She couldn’t believe he said that. Her heart twisted in pain. Did that mean he was going to go away? That she was no longer going to be able to see him? Wasn’t that what she wanted? No, it wasn’t. At least, not anymore. Her father didn’t say anything for a long time, and for a moment, she figured he was going to get angry at him, but once again, she was surprised by someone’s words. “Very well,” he said with a deep sigh, “I’ve tried desperately to get my daughter to marry, for I worried for her future. I thought perhaps this was our last hope. But, if you don’t even wish to marry her, perhaps it is best I back off.” “Really?” Delilah asked, her throat dry. Her father nodded her head, and she beamed. “Thank you.” There wasn’t anything else said during dinner. Delilah spent the entire time afraid of looking at anyone. She could feel the eyes of her father, mother, and Prince Henry. She was unable to meet their eyes. She didn’t know what they were thinking. Did her father give up? Did he truly mean what he said that she was now free from marriage and that she could lead the country without a husband? And what about Prince Henry? What were his feelings about her? The previous night in the tent, she could feel something…but perhaps it was only her? Maybe he felt bad for her, and it wasn’t genuine emotions? The thought alone hurt her. After dinner, Prince Henry walked her back to her room. It was a quiet night; most everyone was sleeping beside a few guards standing outside and continuously patrolling to ensure the dragons didn’t return. The moon was high in the sky, and the stars were twinkling above. They hadn’t spoken much since the previous night, and she felt suddenly shy around him. But, she knew that she had to thank him. “What you did back there,” she said, “why did you do that?” “Because I know you’ve been hurt before,” he told her, “I’ve seen you, and how you deal with your people, I’ve been watching you. You will make an excellent Queen, and you shouldn’t be forced to get married if that is not what you want.” She wanted to say more, but she was too afraid. For part of her believed that perhaps he also didn’t want to marry her. “Thank you,” she replied, “for everything.” “No problem,” he said. They stood there, awkwardly for what seemed like forever. She wanted to ask him what his plans were, but she was afraid of the answer. Was he planning on leaving? She took a deep breath and turned towards the door to her room, holding on to the handle, before she turned back to look at him. However, before she could say goodnight, she looked down at his trousers and saw that they seemed a bit bulkier than they had before. Her cheeks turned slightly red. Was he? No, he couldn’t be. But, before she could stop herself, she felt her hands press against his bottom, feeling the thick diaper beneath.

It's always easier said then done! Not saying it's something easy to do - but I think that if you're able to do it, you'll feel a lot better! Ah, yeah, sleep is a precious thing! If you're having a difficult time going to sleep, I've used an app called Calm before (I have pretty bad bedtime habits haha) and that has helped me fall asleep pretty quickly. Even a white noise machine can work wonders. It's just one of those things that the only person that can change their circumstance is their self. It's never an easy task, but hey every 'baby' (hehe) step counts and can help a lot! I wish you the best! You're not alone in your feelings

I would say speak to your S.O about all your thoughts and emotions. Even if they're going through their own things, that doesn't discredit or mean that you shouldn't' take your own feelings and troubles into considerations. There will always be someone who 'has it worst' than you. I think it will help to be able to get some things off your chest. Sometimes it's nice to have a listening ear from someone who cares about you. I know that if my boyfriend was going through some things, I would want him to share that with me, even if from an outsiders prospective I had my own 'worst' troubles. It's also very important to focus on self-care. Perhaps set down a certain amount of time each day (even if it's only like 15 minutes) to focus on yourself. Meditate, read a book, take a nice bath, or even indulge in some AB time. Whatever helps you destress. I know that has helped me a lot when I've had really bad days.

If the person happens to only be on Daily Diapers to talk about ABDL topics - than I would agree with you. However, this person actively promotes their books with stolen artwork on here. If the farthest we can go is to 'ban' them from promoting their books, then that's fine. But, there are plenty of authors/artist here that potentially could get their work stolen by this person who is making money from it. So it's a topic that should be looked into and discussed with the admins/mods to see what is best to do about the situation.

Here is the next chapter! You can check out the next 2 chapters (and other stuff) on my Patreon page https://www.patreon.com/mamabug Chapter Seven “Where are you going?” “Delilah, I can’t, I’m sorry.” “What? Why not? What is going on?” She felt as if her heart was ripped out of her chest and was lying on the ground. She felt tears falling down from her cheek as they stood there in the corridor, his bag swung across his shoulder and a scowl upon his face. She didn’t understand what was going on. Just the other day, they were sprawled out on the grass, laughing and talking about their wedding plans. Now, she woke up to this? She didn’t understand. Her mind was spinning. “Stop causing such a scene,” he said with a shake of his head, “it’s just over with.” “But! We were going to get married.” Delilah shouted. “What have I done wrong? I love you. I love you so much.” “It isn’t you,” he told her, “it’s something else….” “Something else?” Delilah spat, feeling the hot tears sting her eyes. “Or do you mean, someone else? Who is she?” “It doesn’t matter. It’s over.” He said with a sigh, pushing her off of him. “Goodbye, Delilah.” And with that, he just left, he was gone in a blink of an eye. He came into her world, devoted himself to her, shown her a world she never knew – and then came to tear it all away. She never saw him again. “Delilah?” “Delilah? Are you okay?” Delilah shook her head, feeling tears fill up her eyes as she looked down to see Prince Henry staring at her. For a moment, she got lost in the moment of the past. She had promised herself not to remember that day, but then… “Are you okay?” She nodded her head. “Yes, of course.” But, she could hardly muster any energy even to try to pretend. She knew it was evident that she was lying. Why did she kiss him? Why did all these emotions well up inside of her and spillover? She bit her lip as she pulled herself away from him. Part of her wanted to hide away from him and the rest of the world. She didn’t want to explore these emotions once again. She didn’t want to admit the truth. That she was afraid. Prince Henry reached over and gently touched her cheek, wiping away the tears that she could no longer control. “It’s okay,” he whispered to her, “I’m sorry if I did something to upset you.” She shook her head once again. “N-no, it’s not you. It’s…” she took a sharp breath. “What?” “I was just hurt once before,” she told him, “though you already knew that.” He didn’t say anything, just sat there and listened to her, for everything she had to say. “We weren’t together for long,” she continued, “I hardly knew him. I was very young, perhaps just turning eighteen. We met one summer and spent every day together. He showed me things I never knew. He was my…best friend. We did everything together. Those three months we spent together was almost like a dream…we were going to get married. He was going to ask my father…but then…he just left…for another woman. He got married to her about a month later. He was already betrothed to her before meeting me.” “I’m so sorry, Delilah.” Prince Henry said in a soft tone, and for a moment, she wondered if he too was going to cry, “you don’t deserve to be treated like that.” “It was a long time ago.” She said, pushing him away, “it doesn’t matter anymore. All that matters is my country and everything that I can do for it.” “Of course it matters,” he told her, “you matter.” She looked at him for a moment, wondering for a split moment, what if it was he that he met back then? If things would have been different, but she pushed those thoughts away. “Let’s forget about it,” she said, “now lay down so I can change you. I don’t think Sylvia can keep guard forever.” Prince Henry opened his mouth to protest but decided against it as he did as he was told and laid down on the ground. Delilah took her time, pulling down his pants, revealing the thick and wet diaper beneath it. Delilah tried to keep her cool as she began to pull at the tabs, hearing the loud ripping sound as she did so. She pulled down the diaper and grabbed some wipes that she had stashed away (that she usually used for removing makeup). She wiped him down, his legs up in the sky. She peeked over to see that his cheeks were a fiery red. She grinned, and she wiggled slightly, feeling a shiver run down her spine as she finished cleaning him up. “There we go,” she said as she rolled up the used diaper and hid it among her things so she could get rid of it once they returned home. “T-thanks,” he said as he pulled himself up and pulled his trousers back on. “Don’t mention it,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders, “I want to be alone right now,” she said as she got up and left the tent. Prince Henry didn’t follow her. A few people tried to speak to her, and she was polite, but she wanted to get as far away as she possibly could. She ended up sitting by a river, closing her eyes and listening to the howl of the wind and the rush of the river. When she felt like she was utterly alone and that no one would follow her, she let go of all her emotions and started to cry. She cried because of the hurt of the past, of her broken heart. But, she also cried because of these new emotions that were resurfacing. She cried because she had opened herself up and let someone new in, and she was afraid. She didn’t want to admit that she liked him. But, she did.

Here is the next chapter! Only a handful of chapters before I wrap up this story and start on a new one! You can check out the next 2 chapters (and other stuff) on my Patreon page https://www.patreon.com/mamabug Chapter Six She wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that, locked in each other’s arms. It was the first time she let herself feel any defeat or sadness in a long time. When she was younger, when she was…with…him…after that, she told herself she would lock herself up, never feel anything again, so that she could be a leader and not fall into human traps of emotions if you don’t truly let anyone in, than you can’t possibly get hurt. “We need to leave,” he soon whispered in her hair, but he squeezed her even tighter. “I know,” she said as she finally broke free, “we need to make sure everyone is safe.” They looked at each other for a long minute, before breaking apart and running off. They ran around, calling for everyone to leave, ensuring that no one was sleeping or hiding away in their rooms. It took a good hour to make sure everyone in the castle left. The only ones that were there were her father’s guard. “Father!” Delilah said as she saw her father riding his steed towards the castle. “Where are you going?” “To battle.” He told her. “But,” Delilah started, “but it’s a dragon! This isn’t like an enemy hoard! You can’t defeat it.” “We will only attack if necessary,” her father said, “but I will do everything I can to protect my kingdom, that is what being a leader is all about. Prince Henry, keep my daughter safe.” “Very well, sire.” He said with a bow of his head as he pulled on her arm away. “Wait, no! Father!” She called out once more, but it was too late. He was gone. “Delilah!” She heard her mother threw the crowd, and soon they were wrapped in each other’s arms. Delilah wanted to cry again, but all her tears had dried up by then. They sat there in silence, which seemed like forever, probably close to an hour. Every fifteen minutes or so, they could hear the thundering howl of the young dragon’s mother growing closer. It wouldn’t be long before she would be here. They spent their time walking away from the castle, gathering as much distance as they possibly could. “What are we going to do?” Delilah asked. “We can’t leave my father and the army there alone. They are going to be killed.” “There is nothing we can do,” Prince Henry said, “all we can do is protect the people and pray that there is no damage or lives taken during this.” Delilah placed her hands on her forehead. “Ugh. I feel so useless in this situation. Is this how I’m going to be remembered? Just sitting here and doing nothing?” “But, that’s not true,” he said, “they’re looking at you to show them comfort and be strong during this. They are watching you. Hold your head high and make sure they know they can count on you. You got this.” Delilah took a deep breath. “You’re right.” She then began to walk around to the people, talk to them, make sure they were alright, make sure that they had everything they needed – she comforted them and told them that everything would be okay. She spoke with the older ones as they told her stories of when they were younger, and the dragons would come, or she would play games with the little ones and tell them that soon they would be back home. “You did very well,” Prince Henry said a little later. “Thank you.” Prince Henry shifted his weight around, and she looked at him, raising a brow. “Are you okay?” His cheeks reddened a bit “Y-yes, I um, just haven’t had a chance too…you know…” he pointed down towards his pants. It took her a few seconds to realize what he meant. “Oh yes,” she said as she cleared her throat, realizing that he was still wearing the diaper from earlier. She felt terrible that he had been wearing it all day. The sun that once was so high in the sky was starting to fall. The quietness fell over the land, but it would not last. Because, soon, a great beast rose from a distance into the sky and flew past them. The children screamed and squeezed their mothers tightly. The men stayed by their wife’s side to protect them. The dragon, though, didn’t pay any attention to the people below as her focus was on her child. After that, they heard nothing more. They were too far away to hear the noises of the castle. The unknown is what hurts the most. What was going on? Was everyone okay? “I feel sick to my stomach,” Delilah said, “I hope my father is okay.” “Have faith,” Prince Henry said, “We shall know soon enough.” It seemed like forever had gone by, when soon they spotted horses in the distance rising to them. Delilah looked around, frantically searching for her father, and when she saw him, she rushed over to him. “Father! Thank goodness! What happened?” He nodded his head to her to acknowledge her, but as he spoke, he addressed everyone, “Thankfully, since the young dragon was not hurt, we released our weapons and were way back, the mother dragon came to the young one, stayed for a bit, before taking off. Let us stay here for the night, but we should be able to return in the morning.” Delilah let out a sigh of relief as the people around her began to cheer and hug each other. “That’s so great,” Prince Henry said with a big smile. “I’m happy,” Delilah said, “that everyone is safe and that the young dragon is back with her mother.” The army had brought back tents, sleeping bags, blankets, food, and water for all the family as they spread out to make camp for the night. A few of them started fires and began to tell stories. Delilah was by herself, sitting by a fire, her father and mother were off doing their duties, but she could not move. It wasn’t long before Prince Henry sat down beside her. “Is everything okay?” “Y-yes.” She said before she dropped her voice. “Um…did you manage to…change?” He shook his head no. She looked all around her, before looking back toward the private tent that was behind her. “Well, if you would like,” she started to say, “Perhaps I could help you?” His cheeks turned a dark red as he looked back to the tent and looked at her. “O-okay..” She got up and led him the way to her tent, but before she went in, she found Syliva and asked her to stand guard to ensure that no one watched. She wasn’t sure what she was feeling. A few days ago, she never would have thought about this. But, this day seemed to drag on forever, and she felt like she was beginning to learn more about Prince Henry, which was both scary and exciting. As she entered the tent and watched as he sat down, she felt nervous as she thought welled inside her. “Prince Henry?” She asked as she knelt beside him. “Yes?” “Thank you,” she whispered, “for earlier.” “It’s no big deal.” “It’s a huge deal!” She said. “You were there when I was at my weakest.” At this point, neither one had realized they were slowly inching closer to each other. “Always,” he told her with a smile. And without thinking, she kissed him.