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So I'm back from my semi https://www.patreon.com/mamabug Chapter Five They ran as fast as they could, they saw many people running past them, screaming and yelling things, but Delilah could not make out precisely what they were saying. It was if she couldn’t process everything that was going around her. Her mind was on one thing only, getting to Sylvia. It even took her by surprise when she tilted her head and saw Prince Henry running beside her. What was he doing? Was he doing this to impress her or what? She shook her head; this wasn’t the time or place. She soon spotted Sylvia sitting down on the ground; her whole body was shaking, her hair sticking to her face as tears streamed down her cheek. “Sylvia! What happened?” Delilah asked as she rushed over to her side, kneeling. “There is a…” Sylvia started to say, but her words were soft, and she stuttered as she spoke. Henry knelt on her other side, placing a hand upon her shoulder. “It’s okay,” he said I a calm voice, and Delilah stared at him, “it’s going to be okay. Just tell us what happened.” He was so calm and collected, and for a moment, Delilah was impressed. Sylvia didn’t speak still, but instead raised her hand and pointed out to the castle grounds. Delilah and Prince Henry stood up and turned around. There, in the middle of the ground was a large dragon. He was probably about fifty feet long, deep red, blazing eyes, and a large tail with spikes at the end. He huffed as he twirled around in circles. Some soldiers were there with swords but were backing away, unable to get close. Although large, this dragon was relatively young – therefore, it probably didn’t breathe fire – so that was a good thing. “Oh, my,” Delilah said as she shot a hand to her mouth. Dragons were rater rare in their country, as they often remained hidden in the mountains. Perhaps the little one got lost. “Take Sylvia out of here,” Prince Henry ordered her. “What? What are you planning on doing?” Delilah asked of him. “It’s none of your concern,” he told her, “just do as I say.” “And why should I?” “Stop being so damn stubborn, woman.” As he shouted, he said the first time she had witnessed him raise his voice like that, “stop trying to act so brave and go and help your friend.” Delilah opened her mouth, wanting to say something, wanting to shout back, but Sylvia reached up and pulled on her dress. She knew that now wasn’t the time. “Very well, but don’t do anything stupid.” She helped her friend on her feet and walked her back to her room on the other side of the castle. AS they walked around, she checked ago every once in a while to check up on Prince Henry; he tried to calm down the dragon, who was distressed and ordered the men to put down their weapons, causing more harm. As they got into the room, Delilah ordered the other maids to get Sylvia a bath and change her new clothes. While this was going on, Delilah was pacing back and forth. What was going on? Was he okay? Was the dragon going to attack the castle and her people? What if the mother dragon had come? No way could they fight off a fully grown dragon! They would be burnt to pieces! “You’re worried about him.” Delilah turned around to see Sylvia walking out of the bathroom. She smiled at her and wrapped her arms around her. “Oh, goodness, I was worried.” “No need to worry about me, madam,” Sylvia said, “it was just quite a shock and a bit of a startle. But you…look at you! You are white as a ghost.” “I-I am not!” Delilah said, trying to defend her actions and thoughts. “If he gets eaten by a dragon, then that is on him, is it not?” “But, you don’t want him too.” “I don’t wish anyone,” Delilah said, trying to play it off. “Sure, I am sure that is the case.” “It is true!” Delilah said. “Then why don’t you go check up on him…I mean everyone?” “You’re right,” Delilah said, “what kind of princess am I if I’m hiding out in my bedroom when he – I mean everyone - are risking their lives.” Without another word, she left her room and Sylvia behind and rushed back to where they had found her and where the dragon was. The dragon was still a bit antsy but was no longer lashing out at everyone. She saw Henry, singing softly, swaying back and forth – and she noticed the dragon was as well. “I can’t believe it,” someone muttered beside her. She turned and looked at one of the Captains of the guards was there. “What are you doing here?” She demanded. “Why is everyone gone?” “The prince ordered us, your majesty,” he said, “we told him we wanted to say to protect him, but he said he could handle it, and he could.” “And you just let him do that?” Delilah said, her voice rising, “what if he gets killed? Just because things are in control now, doesn’t mean it will keep like that!” “I’m sure everything will be fine,” he said. “There isn’t much we can do. We are watching him closely, and if it looks like he is in danger, we will help him.” Delilah didn’t like this answer, though, and made her way closer to Prince Henry, who was on another song, and this time the dragon seemed almost to be lulled to sleep. “Prince Henry!” She said harshly. “What are you doing?” Prince Henry stopped his singing and turned his head, his eyes widening when he saw her. “I told you to go back to your room.” “It’s a good thing I didn’t listen! What do you think you’re doing?” “I’m calming down the dragon,” he said, “now leave before something bad happens.” But, it was too late, by that time, a thundering roar echoed across the land, which woke up the dragon who let out another cry. Both Delilah and Prince Henry grew cold. The mother. “We need to get out of here, Prince Henry,” said as he grabbed hold of her hand, before calling out the guards, “gather everyone to leave the castle grounds immediately.” The guards left, and Delilah stared at him; she felt the color drain from her face. “What are we going to do?” “It’s going to be alright,” he promised her, running his fingers through her hair. Another roar echoed across the land. Because dragons were so large and powerful, their howls could be heard from miles away. So it seemed as if they had at least an hour before the dragon would show up to collect her child. The young dragon now was being antsy once again, running around in circles and crying out. Prince Henry grabbed Delilah’s hand and pulled her out of the way when his tail came crashing down at the place they were standing. “What are we going to do?” She repeated. “We can’t just leave! Everything will be destroyed! What if it attacks the villages and the people?” “We will figure something out, but right now, we need to leave.” She wanted to leave; she wanted to run away, but her feet frozen on the ground. Her whole body was shaking, and she wanted to cry out, but she held herself back. She closed her eyes, trying to steady her breathing. All of a sudden, though, she felt warm arms around her, and she opened her eyes and noticed that Prince Henry had pulled her into a tight hug. His warm hug caused her to let go of all her frustration and she felt tears began to fall from her eyes as another roar echoed across the land.

Here is the next chapter! ❤️ As always you can find the next 2 chapters on my Patreon page! https://www.patreon.com/mamabug Chapter Four Prince Henry didn’t say anything for a moment, but she noticed that his cheeks were slightly pink. The rain was still pouring down outside, and Delilah just stood there, watching him. She was so shocked by the fact he was still wearing the diaper, her eyes were stuck upon it, and she felt her body began to heat up a little bit, despite being wet from the rain. “Why?” She asked again, in a softer voice than before. “Because,” he said, in a low voice, she could hardly hear him over the storm, “because I thought it would get you to pay attention.” “Pay attention to what?” She asked him, glad that he couldn’t see her face very well in the cavern’s darkness. “Me.” That took her back a little; what did he mean by that? Why would he want her to pay attention to him? They were pretty much strangers, after all. “I don’t understand,” Delilah said, as she pushed back her wet hair that was sticking to her face, “We just met each other yesterday.” “You really don’t remember, do you?” He said with a sigh, “though I can’t say I’m surprised.” Delilah raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about?” “This isn’t the first time we met,” he said, pulling his trousers back up over his diaper; it was a bit difficult to do; Delilah watched as he did so, biting her lip slightly as she watched, secretly wondering what it would feel like in the palm in her hand, “we met briefly a while ago.” She gave him a curious look; she thought she would remember him, but perhaps, not? But, she figures she would remember those piercing eyes, though. “When was that?” “About five years ago, I believe?” he said, “your parents were holding a royal ball, and I was one of the attendees. We didn’t speak that much, but there was a brief moment when we danced together, we talked a little bit, but it left a lasting impression on me.” Delilah than remembered that was right. Her parents had a royal ball to try to spark some potential husband for her; she was forced to dance with all the available men at the party – regardless of their age. She remembered dancing with a young man; she didn’t think much of him, but because he was so much younger than she was, she felt calmer around him. She couldn’t remember exactly what their conversation was about, but she did remember his soft eyes and gentleness and how she thought he would probably be a good man when he grew up. But, she was also a different person then what she was five years ago. Back then, that was right around the time…. She shook her head, no, she didn’t want to remember it. She tried to keep it locked up in Pandora’s box, as a disaster would be upon her if she let it out. “Oh,” she said as she rocked back on her heels, feeling a bit foolish for not recognizing him. He had grown a lot in that time, though, “I’m sorry.” “It’s okay,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders, “no way I was going to catch your attention back then. I was only a kid.” “You were very kind,” Delilah told him, “not what I usually dealt with. I remember enjoying our dance together.” Prince Henry smiled at those words, “Thank you, madam.” She returned the smile before twisting around and looking outside. A few moments later, the rain began to slow down, and the sun started to peek from the sky and shine down on the valley below. She took a deep breath, almost glad by the fact that they wouldn’t have to be here all night long like she initially thought. “The rain is slowing down,” she stated as she turned to look at him, “perhaps we should head back to the castle?” “Yes,” he said, “I’m sure your father and everyone else will begin to worry about where you are.” Delilah let out a small laugh, “perhaps.” The two of them began to long journey back to the castle, without their horses, it took about twice the time. Most of the time, they walked in complete silence. Delilah had a million thoughts running through her mind, and every time she opened up her mouth, she shut it, unsure what she wanted to say. Part of her felt bad for the treatment that she had given Prince Henry when he came, but at the same time, it wasn’t as if her feelings had changed. She still had no desire to marry him. She wanted to rule the country on her own. She was stubborn and knew that she didn’t need a husband to lead. When they got back to the castle, they were greeted by her maid Sylvia and a few others, who quickly brought them back to their separate rooms for a shower and clothes change. “So you and he were all by yourself?” Sylvia said with a sly smile as she helped Delilah out of her clothes. “It’s not what you think,” Delilah said, “maybe I was a bit wrong about him. But, I still refused to get married.” “You are so stubborn,” Sylvia said, “there is nothing wrong with having a husband.” “Maybe for some,” Delilah said, “but not for me, I will never marry, and that is that. I don’t want to talk about it anymore. I’m tired. I’m going to lay down after my shower.” “Very well,” Sylvia said with a low bow as she left her by herself. Delilah took a long hot shower before climbing into her bed, naked, falling asleep for a few hours before Sylvia awoke her. “It’s almost dinner time, ma’am.” “Very well,” Delilah said with a groan as she got out of bed, got dressed, and headed to the dining room. “We need to plan out the ceremony,” her father spoke as they all gathered around the large table for dinner. Delilah’s stomach dropped; she wanted to say something, she wanted to scream out at her father so that he would understand where she was coming from. She wanted to shake everybody in the room and order them to listen to her and that she refused to get married. She was tightening her grip on her fork but said nothing; after all, her words would only fall on deaf ears. She ignored Prince Henry for most of the night; she only spoke when directly spoken too. Most of the night was her father and mother talking about the wedding plans that would be happening at the end of the week. She felt trapped. “Are you okay?” Prince Henry asked as they walked back to their rooms. “Do you want to get married to me?” She asked as she stopped and turned to look at him, searching his eyes. “Of course,” he said, “I already told you before that I’ve always been waiting for…” She raised her hands, not wanting to hear it, not wanting his words to confuse her anymore. “Well, I don’t.” He opened his mouth but closed it. “I don’t want to marry you or anyone else. It’s not going to happen. No matter what my father plans.” She said. Prince Henry opened his mouth to say something, but there was a scream that cut through the air at that time. It was a spine chilling scream, and Delilah felt her face grow cold. Sylvia!

Here is the next chapter! Chapter 4 & 5 are already on my Patreon page! https://www.patreon.com/mamabug Chapter Three Delilah left the room and leaned up against the door, her heart pounding in her chest. What was all that about? He seemed so calm and collected, but how? She placed her hands upon her cheeks, feeling the warmth beneath him. Before she could think of anything else, a maid soon was by her side, breathing heavily as if she had just run. “Princess Delilah,” she said as she leaned forward, bowing slightly, but taking sharp breaths in-between each word, “I. had. I have been sent. To tell you. There has been. An attack.” “Attack?” Delilah asked, gathering up her composure. “What are you talking about?” “In the eastern village, there are some bandits that are attacking. The King needs the prince’s help.” Delilah gritted her teeth together; why was it him? What about her? She had spent many years practicing with the sword. “I’ll go get him, and we will meet my father in the village.” “But your highness, your father – “ “Enough,” Delilah said as she raised her hand, silencing her, “Go now, gather up supplies and other things that may be needed.” She didn’t even wait for the maid to leave; she turned around and pushed opened the doors and marched right in. “We need to leave immediately – “ Her words disappeared from her mouth as soon as she realized that the room was empty. Where were they? “Sylvia!” She called out, but there was no answer. “She isn’t here,” Prince Henry said as he made his way out of her bathroom. “What is going on? I thought – “Delilah started to say as she pointed to the bed, but then shook her head, “there is no time. One of our villages are being attacked; we are needed.” Prince Henry’s face dropped, and his eyes narrowed. “Then let’s go.” “I will show you the way to the horse stable,” Delilah said, “we need to hurry.” Both of them fled from the room and went to the horse stables. Part of Delilah was surprised that he didn’t try to stop her from joining. She knew her father would not be pleased to see her, but she didn’t care. These were her people, too; after all, she wanted to help them in any way. It was the right thing to do. She didn’t feel comfortable sitting back and watching everything unfold without being a part of it. This was her country. “This is Midnight Royal,” She said as she pointed to one of their fastest horses, a deep black. She, in turn, got on top of her personal horse – Whispering Flowers, a beautiful white/silver color. “Let’s go! The village is only about a fifteen-minute ride.” “But, we don’t have any weapons.” Prince Henry said. “Here they are now,” Delilah said as she pointed to two servants who came up holding bags with supplies and two long swords, handing one to each of them. “Thank you,” Delilah said as she positioned herself, “now let’s go.” She dug her heels into her horse, and they rode off. They remained silent for the trip, going as fast as they possibly could. It was only a few minutes into the trip when they saw the smoke rise into the sky. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she thought about the poor villagers and their homes being burned to the ground. They soon saw her father’s army, as they were attacking the bandits, already in mid-fight. They didn’t get there in time. Delilah didn’t even stop; she jumped off her horse and ran into battle, but not before ripping off the layer of her dress, making it easier for her to maneuver. Her sword soon found the sword of one of the bandits, the clashing sound echoing in the air. She peered over and saw that Prince Henry was by her side. She saw him in a new light before when she first met him. He was small and meek, so young and innocent – but that wasn’t what she saw here. Sweat beaded down his face, and she saw she noticed the broadness of his shoulders and the strength of his arm. He was quick and able to dove attacks quite easily. She felt something inside of her stir, but she pushed it away. Thankfully, the bandits were overpowered by the army, having most in custody, a few casualties, and a few managed to getaway. Sadly, the village had a lot of damage done to it. “Wow, you fight well,” Prince Henry said, “that was pretty amazing.” Delilah gave him a rare smile, “Thanks; you’re not so bad yourself.” “What do you think you’re doing?” Her father stormed over to her, placing his hands upon his hips as he spoke. “Father, this is my country, and I wish to protect it.” “I don’t care! You shouldn’t be running out to battle, what if you have been killed?” “Then I died trying to protect my people, who greater honor is that?” Delilah blurted out. “I will not tolerate this.” “Sir,” Prince Henry stepped in, “I understand your concerns, but I will say your daughter is far greater with the sword than probably half of your men. You should be proud to have risen an heir that cares for the well-being of her people rather than the power.” Her father opened his mouth to say something but closed it. “Get out of here,” he told her, before mumbling something under his breath, but she didn’t catch it. “Thank you,” Delilah said once her father and the others were out of earshot. “No problem,” he said with a smile. It was then that it began to rain, which was suitable for the village as it put out the fires that were eating up their homes. King Hendrick and the others had taken the villagers whose house had burnt down back with them and gathered supplies for the others. “Here, come with me,” Prince Henry spoke as he grabbed hold of Delilah’s hand and pulled her away from the village and into a nearby cavern that was tucked inside a mountain. Thankfully they reached the shelter before the rain started to come down hard. Delilah began to rinse out her hair as it had fallen out of its bun and now cascaded down her shoulders. She wasn’t quite sure what she should say. Prince Henry had gone out of his way to defend her from her father, something that most wouldn’t dare to do – and yet she had been treated him like dirt. She turned around and saw him sitting down, pulling off his clothes and wringing them out. “Prince Henry,” she spoke softly. “Yes?” “I’m sorry,” she said, “for everything.” “It’s okay,” he said with a smile. “It’s not okay, I treated you…well…I’ve put you in pretty embarrassing situations, and I just wanted to say…” He held up his hand, stopping her from speaking. “I want to show you something.” With that, he stood up and pulled down his wet trousers, revealing the damp diaper beneath. Delilah let out a gasp as her hand reached her mouth. “What? Why are you still wearing that? I thought you took it off!” She couldn’t believe her eyes, she for sure that as soon as she had left the room, Sylvia apologized about her behavior and left him alone so he could change out of it – but in the end, he didn’t?

Here is the 2nd chapter! Chapter 3 & 4 are already on my Patreon page! https://www.patreon.com/mamabug Chapter Two “Do you never wish to marry?” His voice was calm and collected, unusual for someone who was wearing a diaper beneath his trousers. Delilah turned around and looked at him. She raised a brow; why was he not running for the hills? Why was he content like this? It baffled her, and she didn’t like it. “No,” she said with a deep breath, “I feel as if I shouldn’t have to marry to lead my people.” “I’m not talking about that,” he said, “I meant, in general. Let’s say you weren’t a princess or that you could become Queen regardless.” “Probably not,” Delilah said, “men are deceitful creatures.” “You’ve been hurt.” Delilah smiled at him. “I never allowed that to happen.” He gave her a strange look but didn’t say anything. She walked away from, no longer wanting to hear anything that he had to say. He was trying to get close to her, but she didn’t like it. She didn’t want to listen to his words to get inside of her head. She didn’t want anything to do with him; she tried to put him in his place so that he would leave – and she would be free. But would she ever indeed be free? She bit her bottom lip hard. “Madam,” Sylvia came over to her, “don’t you think you’re a bit harsh on the boy.” “No,” Delilah said as she crossed her arms, narrowing her dark eyes. “Madam, perhaps if you just got to know him…” “Not now, Sylvia,” Delilah said, raising her hand. “You are dismissed.” Sylvia lowered her head before twisting on her heels and walking away. Delilah could hear the clicking sound echo along the hall the entire way. For the rest of the morning, Delilah didn’t see Prince Henry. She had spent her morning with her horses, going for a ride, and meeting up with some people around her country. The time next, she saw Prince Henry was during dinner. He seemed about the same; she wondered if he had slipped off the diaper without knowing it. She wouldn’t be surprised. Delilah remained quiet for most of the dinner, only answering whenever spoken too. Her father, on the other hand, spent the entire time chatting with Prince Henry, which made her angry. After all, the more than her father liked him, the harder it would be to get rid of him. What did she have to do? Later that evening, after dinner, Prince Henry came to her as she walked to her room. “Princess Delilah,” he said, “you were rather quiet during dinner.” “I didn’t have much to say,” she replied, “it seems as if my father has taken a fancy to you, though.” “Perhaps.” “Did you ditch it?” Delilah asked as she lingered by her door, looking at his crotch, but it was difficult to tell. “No,” he told her as he crossed his arms, “I told you before passing this little test of yours.” “It is not a test,” she told him. “Oh, really now?” She didn’t answer him, but instead opened her door and pushed him inside. Before he could say anything, she was up against him, pressing her fingers against his crotch, feeling the thick diaper. “Have you used it?” His cheeks flushed slightly by those words, and she smiled in victory. Perhaps this wouldn’t be so difficult after all. She crossed her arms. “You didn’t think I had it put on you for the fun of it? I expect you to use it as well. After all, you’re just a little boy in my eyes – not a man worthy of my hand in marriage.” Those words got to him; he lost composure – just for a second. His face hardened, and for a moment, she thought he was going to lash out at her, but then a moment later – it all was faded away. “I could do it if I want too.” “Then go ahead,” Delilah said with a snort. She felt a sense of pride, knowing that she had gotten through to him even for a split second. She looked at him closely. He was your typical pretty boy, probably back home, all the girls were fawning over him for attention – but she wasn’t like most women. But, he probably already knew that by now. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, before looking back over to him, as he was staring at him – his eyes unwavering as they locked upon hers. She did not like that. “Well?” “Why?” He asked. “I have my reasons,” Delilah told him with a smirk, “if you don’t wish to fulfill my wish, then perhaps it’s best that you just leave.” “Who hurt you?” “What?” The words cut her deep, and she wasn’t expecting such a response. “Who hurt you?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said bitterly, but then stopped herself, pulling herself together, she wasn’t one to lose her tongue like that, “hurry up and do it. I’ll leave you alone for a few minutes.” She stepped outside, breathing deeply. Soon her maid, Sylvia, was by her side. Delilah cared deeply for the older woman, for she had been her caretaker ever since she was a little girl. She had been by her side ever since then, and she couldn’t imagine life without her. She probably considers her more of her mother than her actual mother since she was a huge part of raising her. “Are you done bullying that poor boy?” “Poor?” Delilah snorted. “He is like every other prince that I’ve met. They think they have me all figured out; they believe they can come here and try to take over – well, not this time. I will break up. I should be able to be a leader WITHOUT a husband.” “I agree with you,” Sylvia said, “but you don’t even know this boy, just like he doesn’t know you.” “I don’t wish to know him.” Sylvia opened her mouth to say something but shook her head, her gray curly bounced in the process. Delilah knocked on her door. “Are you done in there?” “Y-yes.” She was quite surprised with that answer; she honestly never believed he would go that far. Before, most princes would leave at the diaper’s sight – one prince wore it for a few hours, but that was it. They would pack up their things and leave without another word – when often asked why; they lied and said they didn’t feel a ‘connection with the princess.’ But, this prince? She opened the door to spot him standing there, his cheeks slightly red. “Did you do it?” She asked him, hesitantly. “Yes.” He replied, trying to keep his voice calm and collected. She gave him a long look. Was he serious? Did he really fill up his pants as she demanded? Part of her wanted to stroll over and press her fingers against her crotch – but she held herself back. “Take off your trousers then.” He didn’t hesitate for a bit; he undid his pants and let them fall to the ground, revealing the thick diaper between his legs. “Hmm,” Delilah said, twisted around before she looked over to Slyvia, “help him out of his wet diaper.” She turned to leave, but before she did, she turned her attention back to him. “We aren’t done yet.” “I sure hope not,” he said with a wicked smile, and she felt something in her flicker, but she brushed it away and left the room without another word.

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Hello! And welcome to my newest story! I will be posted this story every Monday and Wednesday! You can find early access to this story (as well as a bunch of other stuff) on my Patreon page! https://www.patreon.com/mamabug You can currently find Chapter Two and Three on my Patreon already! I would like to thank my Patrons! Matthew, James S., Mike S., Paul B., Taylor E., Ryan, Ryan, dballer92, David, Scott S., luap1123, Benton, Sean, Andrew, babyjamie, Adam A., Thomas M., littlelegoartist, Michael S., Little Astro, Rob, Jukebox, Jeff, Artemisclydefrog And even a thank you to those that just read and enjoy my stories! It means the world to me I hope you enjoy this story! Chapter One Once upon a time – there was a princess that lived in a faraway castle in the beautiful country of Andverde. The princess had everything she could have ever dreamed of, or anyone else for that mattered. She had an endless parade of maids and servants at her call at any moment; she had the most beautiful clothing and jewelry; she had a stable filled with Thoroughbreds. Her bedroom was the size of a small house, with a walk-in closet the size of a bedroom. She was the only child of King Hedrick and Queen Eliza, so she was the rightful heir to the throne. The only problem was – she needed to get married first. Honestly, the thought of marriage bothered her. She felt like she needed no man to get what she wanted. She knew that she would rule the country just fine without someone by her side, getting in her way. “Miss Delilah, your father, is calling you.” A maid had walked over to her as she stood in a hallway with large windows that overlooked the countryside. The maid did a courtesy before she spoke, and Delilah turned her head towards her. “Another suitor?” She asked, and the maid nodded her head. Delilah let out a long groan and thanked her for telling her the message, and she would be there in just a moment. The maid curtsied again before walking away. Delilah pushed back a strand of hair as she took a deep breath. How many suitors was this now? She bit her bottom lip. She knew it wouldn’t be long before she would have to face the truth – and get married. She made her way down the long corridor to the throne room. There waiting was her father and mother, along with a handful of servants – and a young male, quite a bit younger than she was. Was this the prince? He certainly was dressed as such, but he was so young! “Princess Delilah,” her father spoke in a rough voice, “this year, you’ll be turning 30 years old, and I’m not getting any younger. I’ve searched far and wide for a proper suitor, but you’ve rejected them all.” “With all due respect, father,” Delilah spoke, “I believe I’ve proven myself to be a worthy leader of this country without getting – “ “Stop it,” her father said, holding up his hand, “I will have no more talk about this. It is the laws and traditions of our lands. You will marry – by the end of next week.” “Next week?” Delilah asked, feeling herself grow cold. “Don’t I have a say in this?” “Usually, but you turned everyone else away. If you do not have a husband before you are 30, then the thrown will be handed to someone else. Do you wish for that to happen?” “No.” “Then I want you to meet Prince Henry,” Her father said in a gruff voice. Her eyes wandered to the prince once more, who bowed slightly, his eyes locked upon hers. She bit her bottom lip hard, trying to hold back her words before she sunk even lower. Why? “Very well, then.” She said through gritted teeth. She wore her emotions on her sleeve, and it was very apparent she was not pleased with this arrangement. “Have Silvia bring him into my room so I may get acquainted with him.” With that, she twisted on her heels and left the room. She marched straight back to her room; she could hear the maids’ clatter following behind her, trying to match her pace. “What in the world was he thinking?!” She hollered as soon as she entered her room and slammed the door behind her. “My stupid father! He is the King; why can’t he change the stupid law? Does he really not have faith in me.” “Mistress,” one of her maids said, “would you like us to draw you a bath?” “No,” she snapped, but then calmed herself down, “No, no. I’m alright.” There was a knock on the door; the two maids opened it to reveal the young prince and Sylvia, her most trusted maid. “Madam,” she said as she curtsied. “How old are you?” Delilah asked him straight away. “I just turned 20 this past summer.” 20?! She felt like he was a baby compared to her, he was so young, while here she was about to be 30. “So, you think that you are fit to be my husband?” She asked of him. “To rule my country?” “I have studied along many of the greats,” he said, despite his young face, she could sense the years in his eyes, but she ignored it. “Ever since I learned to read, I dove right into the politics and governments, attending every meeting my father had. I wanted to learn and grow – to do the best I could for my people.” “Those are just words,” she told him, “not actions.” Before he could open his mouth to speak, she had turned her attention to her maid. “Sylvia, you and the other girls, get him…ready, we will put him in his place.” “Your majesty,” Sylvia said with a warning look. “Do as I say,” she commanded. “Come this way, your highness,” Sylvia said as she grabbed the boy by the arm and swept him away to the bathroom. Delilah crossed her arms, for she knew exactly what she was doing. She had suitors before that she had to accept – but they always ended the engagement. He would be like no other - she would push him – until he was begging to get away from her. They could never handle the truth of the world. She waited about twenty minutes before she barged in the bathroom herself. There stood Prince Henry, completely naked. His cheeks were a bright red as the maids finished shaving every little hair that was upon him (based on the hair on the floor, there wasn’t much, to begin with). “Good job, girls,” Delilah said with a smug. Prince Henry tried to cover himself up as soon as he spotted her in the room, but she didn’t pay much attention. She wasn’t interested in what he looked like. She just wanted to get him out of here as fast as possible. “You think you’re fit to rule?” She said. “Well, let’s see how tough you are. Sylvia. Do you have the supplies ready?” “Yes, madam.” “What are you planning on doing?” he asked, his voice was a bit low, but steady. She had a feeling it would take a lot to get through to him, but she was determined. “You’ll see. If you don’t like what I have to offer, you can run away.” “I’m not going anywhere.” “Then, let Sylvia take you to my bed.” His cheeks were red, and she figured he was probably thinking she was going to woo him, but he wasn’t going to get a chance to see her naked. He followed Sylvia as he laid down upon the bed – that was when she pulled out a thick diaper. “W-what?!” “I warned you,” Delilah said with a shrug of her shoulders. “Did you want to be with me or not?” “I do, but this isn’t what I had in mind.” “No, I would think not.” She said. “Most have run when I bring out the supplies. No one is ever brave enough to go through with it, though. I thought maybe you were man enough to show your worth, but it appears…” “Don’t question me like that,” he said, his voice a bit louder than before, “if this is some test – then I will take it, I’m more than meets the eye, Princess Delilah, and I believe you are as well.” She felt herself grow cold with his words, but she shook her head; she wasn’t going to let him get to her. He let Sylvia put a diaper on him, with no commotion. He didn’t wiggle about; he didn’t plead or beg, he just laid there perfectly still – although his cheeks were a slight red. Delilah crossed her arms as she watched him, only a few men made it this far - but no one ever went as far as using the diaper. She would break him.

Sorry for the small delay! It's been a crazy few weeks getting things ready for school. BUT here is the last chapter of the story! The newest story will be posted on my Patreon page next week so check it out here! https://www.patreon.com/mamabug And hey, it's my birthday this weekend (woohoo) so I'll just drop this (just in case, I don't expect anything haha) Cashapp - $redqueenbdsm I'm so happy you all enjoyed this story (and my other ones) I'm excited for the next one! Chapter Sixteen Jonathan wiggled around for quite a bit as Laura pressed her fingers against his bottom, ready to fill his diaper up to the same capacity that hers was at that moment. She bit her lip she waited, watching as he closed his eyes tightly. In about a minute, she felt his diaper begin to swell around her, and she squirmed in excitement. “Good job!” She said she wrapped her arms around him tightly and kissed his cheeks. “T-thank you,” he said with a blush. She pushed him on the bed and got on top of him, pressing her soggy diaper against his as she kissed him, slowly rocking back and forth. The sensation was intense for both of them, moaning as they continue to kiss and touch each other. Laura was turned on to the max; she felt like she was going to explode. She had to slow down her pace; she was already feeling sweat running down her face as she panted. “Wait, we need to change first,” she told him, “I’ll change you, and then you can change me, okay?’ Jonathan nodded his head. Laura knelt between his legs and unbuttoned the onesie, pulling it up just above his belly button, before untaped the diaper. She pulled down the diaper to reveal how soaked his diaper was, she bit her lip, as just the look of inside his diaper turned her on. She grabbed some wipes that she had nearby and began to wipe him down. Once he was all clean, she rolled up the diaper and put it to the side. She quickly grabbed a condom and placed it upon his dick, sliding down the base until it was secure. “There we go, you’re all clean,” she said as she kissed him on the lips before she laid down, waiting for him to change her. He went through the same process as she did – unsnapping her onesie, untaped the diaper and wiping down her bottom. She closed her eyes as she felt the crisp, wet wipe against her skin. She loved being wiped down by someone, and she got a chill down her spine. “Thank you,” she said, before pulling him back down on top of her. It wasn’t long before he found himself inside of her, and she moaned with pleasure as he began to rock his hips back and forth. She wrapped her legs around his bottom, making sure he couldn’t escape and entirely inside of her. She moaned, arched back her back as he continued to fuck her. Her breast bounced slightly from every moment, as she held her hands out, grabbing hold of the sheets. “Keep going,” she told him, not him wanting to stop for a moment. He would change up his pace or switch up his positioning. She wanted more of him. She wanted him to keep fucking her until she was no longer able to walk. She didn’t want him to cum that quickly. “Don’t cum,” she warned him. “But…” he started to say, his voice was filled with desperation, but she didn’t care. “No, keep fucking me, or you’ll be in trouble.” He nodded his head, biting his lip softly as he tried to slow down his pace to stop him from cumming too early. After a moment, she pushed him off of her, before telling him to sit on the edge of the bed – which he did as he was told. She sat down on top of him, wrapping her legs around his body, making sure they were steady so that neither would fall off the bed. He used his hands to balance, leaning back slightly on the bed. Laura then began to bounce and rock back and forth upon his dick, making sure to control his rhythm, so he didn’t orgasm too soon. She began to moan loudly, as now that she was sitting upon him, his dick was hitting her g-spot in the perfect, which almost made it hard for her to control herself. “Don’t cum,” she warned him again when she felt that he was getting too close to her liking. She had already orgasmed before, but now she wanted to keep going – just because it felt so good. Plus, she liked the tortured look upon his face whenever she denied him what he desperately wanted. Part of her felt bad for what she was causing him, but at the same time, it caused her immense pleasure. She wanted more of him; she arched her back slightly, her hair falling her back, and began to suckle on her breast. It took her by surprise, and she gasped when his lips found their way around her nipple and began to suckle. “Good boy,” she told him as she wrapped her arms around, bringing him even closer to her bosom, as he suckled. She continued to rock her body back and forth, but it was at a painfully slow pace by now, now. A bit later, she decided to reward him for being such a good boy today. She began to pick up the pace, pressing her body against him, feeling every inch of him inside of her. It didn’t take too long since he had been holding back for so long. “You can cum now,” she whispered in his ear, and not even a minute later, his face scrunched up as he panted hard, having just come inside of her. “Good boy,” she kissed his cheek as she hopped off of him. They fell onto the bed, panting, catching their breath for what just happened. “That was amazing,” she said, “and really hot.” “Yeah, it was.” They looked at each other before they leaned in and kissed. “I love you, Laura,” Jonathan said, and she felt her cheeks grow hot. Even though they had been dating for about five months now, those words were the first time they were spoken. She felt tears in her eyes as she pressed her forehead against his. “I love you, too.” She replied. They stayed like that which seemed like forever, just lying there in each other’s arm, living in the moment of complete happiness. Laura couldn’t wait to spend more time with Jonathan, learn more about himself, as well as herself. She wanted to explore more with this fetish. She wanted to dive in deeper, and see how far they could go. Jonathan had told her many times he actually really enjoyed doing this with her – and a few times he even wore a diaper without her asking him too (he even bought his very own to surprise her!) She knew this was just the start of something amazing. The End

Chapter Fifteen The days turned into weeks and the weeks soon turned into months. Before she knew it, she had lived in the apartment for six months. She had accomplished a lot in that time. Her job was going well, and there was already some talk about her getting a promotion. She and Jonathan were doing great, as well. It felt like the more time they spent together, the more they could find out about each other and themselves. Jonathan began to explore a bit more on his own and found out he did enjoy it, but perhaps not as much as Laura did (which he liked to tease her about). Even Dan had come over a few times, but only as friends. After that confrontation, he had taken a step back and stopped treating Laura like a little girl and more as a friend. It was good for both of them; he even started dating someone as well. Jonathan and Laura, since they were next-door neighbors, were always spending time together. It had gotten to the point where they said if this continues this way, they might move in with each other when their lease is up. One day, Laura had gone to work wearing a diaper – with Jonathan waiting at home for her (since it was her day off), he was wearing a diaper as well, and she couldn’t wait to get home to see him. Even the thought of him wearing a diaper caused her to get wet (good thing she was wearing a diaper and not underwear!) But that wasn’t the only thing she liked about him. She enjoyed his company as well. She enjoyed watching movies with him, talking about pointless subjects for hours, showing each other their favorite music, and falling more and more. The thought alone can cause her heart to race and her cheeks to blush. She had a present for him she had bought the day before, and she couldn’t wait to explore it with him. She bit her lip as she looked at the clock. It was only 1:00 PM. How is your diaper looking? A little wet. How about you? She smiled as he texted her back, and she wiggled around. About the same. I can’t wait to get back to you xoxo I can’t wait either. By the end of the day, Laura was almost rushing out of her office, hardly saying goodbye to anyone she rushed home. Throughout the day, she tried to hold her bladder in, wanting to savor the moment. Even though she had drunk a bit, her diaper was still mostly dry, though her bladder was screaming. “Hey,” Jonathan said as he opened the door to Laura flinging her arms around his neck, kissing him on the cheek. “Hey,” she breathed in, taking in his scent, “I’ve missed you.” “You’ve only been gone for the day.” He told her but laughed as he spun her around before setting her down to put her stuff away. “Did the package arrive?” She asked as she looked around. “I-it did,” Jonathan said with a blush as he pointed to the couch. Where a large box was sitting. When Laura saw it, she clapped her hands in excitement. “Oh, yay! It’s finally here!” She said with a broad grin. “Come on and open it, Jonathan!” “Okay…” he said as he began to sit on the couch and slowly tear open the box, pulling out the contents. Inside was a bright blue onesie, with green/yellow/red blocks on the front, a bottle with bears on it, and a pacifier. “What is all this?” He asked as he turned to Laura; his face was a bright red. “Now we can match!” she said with a giggle, but then stopped, “do you hate it?” “N-no,” Jonathan quickly said, “it’s just….a a bit…embarrassing.” Laura smiled; he was so adorable, “that’s what I was hoping for.” He didn’t say anything as he looked more closely at the items in front of him. Laura watched him for a moment before she leaned over, placing her hand upon his leg. “Did you want to try it on?” “Y-yes,” he said with a slow nod of his head. Laura giggled as she grabbed him by the hand and pulled him into the bedroom, pushing him onto the bed as she got him undressed – leaving him lying there in nothing but a wet diaper. She pressed her thighs together; she was getting more turned on, which was also making it difficult for her to control her bladder. She slipped the onesie over his head and pulled it down, snapping the buttons by his crotch. “You look so cute!” she said with a clap of her hands. “T-thanks,” he said with a blush and a slight wiggle. “Did you want to put my onesie on me?” Laura asked. “Sure.” She went into her closet where all her supplies were and pulled out her onesie – light pink with a cute little unicorn on the front. She walked over to him, placing the onesie on the bed, as he (with a red face) started to get her undressed. Although Laura was a switch, she was the dominant one between the two of them most of the time. He was beginning to get accustomed to the fact that Laura liked to be the little. She always thought it was cute. Once she was stripped from her clothes and the onesie over her, she lay down on the bed to snap it together. With that, both of them were wearing onesies together. She grabbed hold of him and pulled him down on the bed with her, pressing her body against him. “Doesn’t it feel comfy?” she said as she sighed happily. “Yes,” he said as he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her. They began to kiss, pressing their lips hard against each other, feeling their hands move down their body. “I have to wet badly,” Laura said with almost a whimper. “Oh?” “Am I allowed?” She asked, and he nodded his head. She grabbed his hand and placed it beneath her and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath as she let the flood gates open, letting her fill up her diaper with his hand pressed up. She felt her diaper get warm and smell all around her, and she wiggled about, getting turned on by the thought and feeling of it. “Wow,” he whispered when she was done, and she laughed. “I was holding it in all day.” “Why?” “Because it’s fun when you hold it in for so long and then flood your diaper…makes me feel...little.” “Ah, it’s so warm,” Jonathan said, still having his hand upon her diaper, and she smiled. “That is usually what happens,” she said she pressed her on lips against him, letting her hands slide down his one onesie and feel the diaper beneath him – he wasn’t nearly as wet as she was, and she wanted to change that. “I think we should use that new bottle I got you and feed you – I don’t think you’re wet enough.” “Oh?” He blushed but didn’t object to it. She told him to wait there as she went out into the living room and grabbed the bottle – filling it with some wine she had in the fridge. He held his hand out for the bottle, but she gently pushed him away. “No, I have to feed you,” she told him as she crawled up on the bed and patted her thighs. He climbed on the bed after her and nestled himself, in-between her legs; she wrapped herself as close as she could to him before sticking the bottle into his mouth. He looked so adorable in her lap as he suckled on the bottle. She took her fingers and ran it through his soft hair as she smiled down at him. This is what perfection was. Once he was finished with his bottle, she placed it upon the end table as they began to kiss once more, pressing their bodies against each other. About twenty minutes later, Jonathan’s cheeks turned red. “I have to…wet my diaper.” He said in a whisper, and Laura beamed as she plopped his nose with her finger. “Then go ahead, little one.”

Not going to go in many details, since that was a time in my life that was awful - but he wore diapers a few times (and used them) for me. He also called me mommy. I regret it all. But, hey, live and learn, right? lol

You can find Chapter Fifteen and Sixteen (which is the last chapter) On my Patreon page! https://www.patreon.com/mamabug! Chapter Fourteen She led him into the bedroom once more, pushing him onto the bed and crawling on top. Her wet hair was cascading down her. She licked her lips as she stared at him, kissing his lips before going to his neck and then to his chest and stomach. She kept kissing him all over, barley leaving a spot untouched by her lips. He wiggled beneath her fingers, grabbing hold of the bed with every movement. She still wouldn’t fully touch him all the way. She smirked, feeling his body against her was exhilarating. But, she didn’t want to shoe she was struggling as well, that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. He opened his mouth to say something, but he closed it once more, biting his lip in the process as he held back his tongue. She frowned at him, was he going to tell her to stop, or was it something else? She didn’t want to break the moment, though, and ask him. She let her tongue flicker against his penis, but nothing more than that. He twitched beneath every little touch. She could feel herself growing wetter with every touch, and she had to press her thighs together, so she didn’t drip onto the bed. “Laura,” he moaned her name. It was then she decided to take it a step further. “Don’t call it Laura,” she told him, and he gave her a questioning look. “Then what do you…” He didn’t finish his words, for she pressed her lips against his lips – and then brought them down to his ears. “I want you to call me, mommy.” “M-mommy?” She could tell his whole body was turning red by that statement. It was something she dreamt about him calling her. It was something she desperately wanted from another person. It was one of the main reasons why she was a switch. But for most, it was a tall order. She thought if anyone would bite the bullet and do it, it would be Jonathan. “W-why?” “Because it turns me on,” Laura told him, “because the thought of a little boy begging for me, his mommy, to take care of him, to let him cum, drives me wild.” Jonathan didn’t say anything for a while, and a moment, Laura believed she had scared him away. He probably was thinking of a way to leave the room and never look back in his head. But, instead, he opened his mouth and parted his lips. “O-okay, mommy.” She couldn’t believe her ears; a broad grin spread across her face as she stared at him. “Good boy! That deserves a reward!” She stopped holding back so much and let her hands slide across his penis, grabbing hold of it by the base as she slid her fingers up and down, before lowering her head and suckling on the tip of his penis. He started to wiggle about like crazy by now, moaning and twisting and turning with every lick and every touch. He was so easy to please, and she loved it. “You like that?” She asked, and he nodded his head. She then stopped what she was doing and crawled closer to him, where his head was in-between her thighs. “I want you to clean up the mess you made.” His cheeks flushed as he nodded his head, wrapping his arms around her thighs as he pressed his face against her and let his tongue slip inside of her. She arched her back and parted her lips to let out a slight moan of pleasure as he worked his magic. He was amazing. She was honestly not the biggest fan of oral on herself. It always felt a bit odd for the most part, but this? It was like heaven. She felt like she was riding towards a mountain on a horse, feeling every little bump and every sensation running down her spine. She wanted him to keep going; she leaned forward as he took turns suckling on her lips and licking her clit. “Good job,” she said with a pant, when she finally tore herself off of him, “you’re really good.” “T-thanks.” He said with a smile and a blush, “C-can…. I can..I cum now?” She gave him a stern look. “Mommy.” “You’ve been well so far,” she said, “I don’t want to scare you off yet, so I think I’ll reward you by finally fucking you and letting you cum.” With that, she knelt between his thighs, lifting them, as she got as close to him as possible. She placed his legs upon her shoulder as she managed to slide his penis into her. She had seen this position online a lot and wanted to try it out. It made her feel powerful, and he looks helpless to her like she was the one doing the fucking. She began to rock back and forth, letting his dick slowly into her, but just the tip. She watched him beneath her, and she knew that he wanted her to go all the way. But, in this way, he had no way to do it himself. He couldn’t force himself in, and she loved it. But, she was also teasing herself. She wanted him inside of her, she wanted to feel every inch of him, but she had to keep steady. Slowly she let himself into her more and more, to the point he was entirely in – in which they both let out a moan of pleasure. She kept the rhythm going, making sure to keep the pacing up. She didn’t want to go too fast or too slow, mixing it up, watching him squirm beneath her. “Call me,” she told him, her voice strained as she felt sweat pour down her face. “La-“ he started to say, but then stopped, knowing full well what she wanted him to call her. “Mommy.” “Repeat it.” “Mommy.” Every time he called her that, she felt her heart skip a beat, and a shock of pleasure shot through her body. “I’m about to cum.” He said “Hold on,” she told him, “you can’t cum just yet.” She’d already been over the mountain once, but she could feel her orgasm rise once more to the top. She’s never felt like this before. Even the times she was with Dan (and they had pretty good chemistry) was nothing like this. She felt like if everything was falling into the right piece, and she almost wanted to cry. At this moment, she felt incredibly lucky. It wasn’t long before she came, feeling the release of everything, and she wanted to just fall into a puddle. But, she kept herself going. “You want me to let you cum?” She asked him. “Y-yes, mommy. Please let me cum.” “Hmm, should I? “Please…” he begged, pausing in between his words. “Please, let me cum, mommy.” “Okay.” She said she kept up a pace that she knew that he would eventually cum too, and she was right; it was only a few moments later when his face scrunched up, and he grunted, and she knew that he had cum. “Good boy.” Laura than released him and fell onto the bed next to home, wrapping her arms around him as they both laid there, panting hard. “That was….amazing,” Laura said, trying to catch her breath. “Yeah, it was.” They stared at each other for a moment before they kissed. “Did you want to spend the night?” “I would love that,” he said, bringing her close to him. “I didn’t scare you, did I?” He shook his head, his cheeks a bit red, “No, I enjoyed it more than I thought I would.” She smiled. “Good, that makes me happy.” At that moment, wrapped up in his arms, she was in complete bliss. The time she had grown to know Jonathan, she explored a part of herself that, for the most part, was left hidden in the shadows. She could break free and find herself, and she was forever thankful for him for that. They stayed like that for a long time, holding onto each other, living in the moment.

If there was anything I could change - was having done anything with my now ex-husband regarding diapers.

Chapter Fourteen and Fifteen are on my Patreon page now! Just letting you know that on Wednesday I will be posting the last chapter of my story on my Patreon and be taking a short (1-2 weeks break) to work on my next story! https://www.patreon.com/mamabug Chapter Thirteen Then, don’t hold back anymore. His words echoed in her ears. She stared at him, which seemed like forever. Did he really mean those words? Part of her wondered if he understood what he was unleashing. She didn’t even fully understand all the urges that were going through her mind. She wanted to push him onto the couch and have her way with him, but she held herself back. But now? What if she scared him off? What if he didn’t like it? What if she crossed some line? Even though he told her that, she wasn’t able to leap forward. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she felt her body shaking. She was scared. He looked at her with concern in his eyes as he placed a hand upon her cheek. “Are you okay?” He asked her gently. “N-no,” she admitted, she tried to hold back in tears. What was wrong with her? Why was she falling apart like this? “What’s wrong?” “I’m scared,” she answered truthfully, “I’m scared I’ll do something you won’t like, I’m scared that you’re just doing this for me and you’ll grow to hate and resent me. I’m scared of you finding me disgusting and leaving me. I’m scared….” Before she could list off any more reasons, he pressed his fingers against her lips. “Shhh,” he hummed, “don’t be silly. If I wasn’t curious about all of this…I would have told you no. You think I would let you put me in a diaper…and send me to work…if I wasn’t somewhat into it? Sure, I have no idea what you want to do, but I trust you, and I want more of you. If it’s something I’m not into, I’ll let you know, but even still… I’m not just going to leave.” “You won’t?” “No, of course not, silly.” He said as he kissed her lips, “I like you, Laura.” “I like you too.” “Now, what do you want to do to me?” She wiggled as she took a deep breath, feeling a lot better than she had before. Maybe she could do this; perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad. “I want to take complete control,” she admitted, “I want you to wiggle beneath my fingers, I want to drive you crazy, I want you to be begging for mercy and more.” He didn’t say anything, just watching and listening to her as she spoke to him. “I want to make you red all over; I want to feel your diaper against my skin. I want to feel you inside me as you beg me to cum.” “Stop talking,” he told her, and she felt her heart drop, “and just show me.” She nodded her head as she leaned forward and kissed him hard upon the lips, pushing him down, to where she was on top. She pressed her body as close to him as she possibly could, enjoying him beneath her. He wrapped his arms around her to pull her closer, but she didn’t like that. “Let’s go into the bedroom,” she said in a smooth voice. He nodded his head as the two of them got up and made their way into the bedroom. Once there, she pushed him down onto the bed, grabbed hold of his hands, and held them above his head, don’t move. She smirked as she pressed her lips against him, using her free hand to massage his crotch, feeling the wet diaper beneath her feelings. She enjoyed the feeling of him struggling beneath her fingers as she made sure to keep a tight grip on his wrists so he couldn’t escape. The feel of the wet diaper beneath his fingers, and his sweet kisses almost drove her to insanity. She felt herself growing wetter with every touch; she ran her tongue gently across his neck, before helping him take off his shirt to run her tongue to the edge of his diaper. He moaned and wiggled about as she did so, and she snickered in pleasure. She continued to feel his dick beneath the diaper, watching him succumbing to her every will and wish. Part of her wanted to keep it slow and not go too far, but it was difficult. She tried to do so much for him. She bit her lip hard as she got on top of him, pressing her wet diaper against his and began to rock herself back and forth. They both let out a moan almost simultaneously, as she continued to rock her body back and forth. She slipped off her dress and let it fall to the floor, leaving her only in her bra and panties. It wasn’t too long before her finger slipped behind her back and unhooked her bra, releasing her perky breast from their hold. She let go of her hands from him, allowing them to stretch up and massage both her breast as she continued to press her wet diaper against his. It felt so good that she couldn’t quite explain the feeling. She only hoped that he was feeling the same way, but she would put her money on that he was based on his reactions. She wasn’t sure how much longer she would be able to hold herself back, deep down inside of her she was screaming at herself. But, she felt like the next thing she asked from him – would be too much for him to take. She didn’t want to push him over the edge. He told her to go all out, but she wasn’t sure if he was fully prepared for everything she wanted to do to him. Did he think this was all? That she just wanted to be in control. She shook her head. “Are you okay?” He asked, and she broke from her trance as she looked down at him, realizing that she was lost in her thoughts. “Oh, yes,” she said with a smile, “I was just thinking about everything I wanted to do to you.” He gulped. “There is more?” “Yes,” she said as she bent down and kissed him, “I’ll go slow, but for now, I’m going to need to change your diaper.” “C-change me?” he asked with a blush. “Yes, I can’t fuck you in a wet diaper, silly.” She told him, “afterwards we will take a shower to get all nice and clean…and then I’ll start to show you what you’re in for. If you’re ready.” He nodded his head, and she smiled as she got off him, grabbing a bag of wipes she had in her closet as she walked over to the bed. She helped him out of the diaper, ripping off the tabs and pulling them down, leaving him exposed. His face was a bright red when she did that. The last time he wore a diaper, he didn’t use it, so this was a whole new experience. Just watching his face turn red as he almost placed his hands over his face caused her pleasure; she didn’t fully explain or even understand herself. She almost felt like she could cum right then and there. She held up his legs in the air as she began to wipe him down. “Okay, let’s go take a shower,” she said as she slipped out of her diaper and headed into the bathroom – with him following behind her. She started the shower and got in once it was warm enough, once he got in; she pushed him against the shower wall and pressed her lips against him, letting her fingers run down his stomach until they found his hard dick. She began to play with it with her fingertips, sliding all around it. She smirked as she grabbed some soap and began to wash their bodies, still touching him everywhere, as she kissed him, teased him with her words and with her fingertips. She knew that he wanted more; she watched as he bit his lip as she played with him slightly. She never fully grabbed hold of him with her hand, she just lightly tugged and played with his dick with her fingers, wanting him to drive him wild, wanting him to beg her for more eventually. Once they were all clean and done with the shower, she turned off the water and stared at him, dripping wet (both from the shower and from him). “Are you ready for this?” she whispered, searching his eyes. He looked at her for a long time before saying, “Yes.” “Then follow me.”