[Have you ever asked a friend to try a diaper on?]

I would say - no, don't ask, because why would you want someone else to wear? Only if you find it sexually appealing. If you enjoy diapers for comfort, then why should it matter if someone else is into it or not? If it's just a friend, someone that values your friendship, don't cross that line, because you can't go back. That's like asking if you could rub their feet when they know you have a foot fetish or wearing a certain kind of outfit because you find it appealing. It can be a bit degrading for your friend. I've had friends who I had to end the friendship because they wanted to sleep with me. 

Most likely you'll ruin the friendship. It only changes if they themselves bring up the topic and are generously curious about ABDL. 

Of course there are expectations, but my advice? You shouldn't tell anyone about your ABDL side unless it's your significant other (and maybe if your friends with someone in the kink community). No one needs nor do they want to know. 

[The Story of Us]

 

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Chapter Two 

Days turned into weeks.

Weeks turned into months.

At first, the pain was too real for her to function. She would stay up all night looking at memories, breaking her heart over and over again. She would pace back and forth, fighting the urge to call him, to try to make him understand…but she never went through with it. Her friends would try to come and pull her away from the house, but most of the time, she would crawl under the covers and pretend that she wasn’t home – ignoring them.

She would spend her nights alone, drinking, depressed.

Over time, it got a bit easier.

She would go out more, and she would see friends; she would genuinely smile/laugh at times.

But, the pain was still there.

She wasn’t sure how she fully could get over him. The pain she was currently feeling was so real that she sometimes felt the sharp pain in her chest every time she took a breath.

Especially the last conversation they had, broke her in more ways than one.

He took her deepest secrets and fears and turned them into a reality.

She was a freak.

Perhaps she should go into some asylum. After all, she was some sick psycho that was into diapers. 

One late night though, while she was drinking, she happened to stumble upon a website – a website she vaguely remembered from a few years ago. It was an ABDL website.

She began to dive deep into the website, looking through the posts and the members, and was shocked to find out that most people seemed pretty standard – they just had an abnormal fetish. It felt a little comforting to realize that she wasn’t alone. 

She decided to join.

She took a deep breath and wrote her first post.

 

Hello!

This is a little difficult for me to write, so please bear with me.

I’m 22 years old, and I’ve had a fetish for diapers ever since I was younger.

I don’t really understand why.

I recently went through a breakup about three months ago, after I told my partner what I was into – he was not happy at all. He called me a freak and a bunch of other stuff.

I’m still trying to find myself. It’s comforting to see there are other people like me.

Sorry for rambling!

I hope everyone has a good day.

 

She hit submit and turned her computer off, crawling into bed, feeling her cheeks turn hot as she thought about what she did. She was almost too embarrassed to think about checking the messages.

 

The following morning though, she checked her messages before heading to work; it was there she found a ton of messages from people who welcomed her to the site and expressed their sorrow for what she went through – a few people even said they had experiences like that before, some even said they eventually found an accepting partner.

Before she left, Emma wrote a message thanking everyone for their kind messages, and she couldn’t wait to start the journey to accept herself and learn more about herself.

All-day at work, all she could think about was this whole new world that opened up to her. She wasn’t alone. She wasn’t a freak. For the first time in a long time, she felt like she could breathe without pain.

When she got home the night, she spent about two hours looking at the website, reading people’s posts, their stories, and everything else she could grab her hands on. She wasn’t fully aware of everything she was into, she knew she was into diapers, but she wasn’t that interested in wearing herself.

She came across the term ‘mommy,’ and something clicked in her brain. It felt right.

She began to talk to people, interact with them, listen to their stories as she told them their own.

It wasn’t all perfect, though.

There were many occasions she would encounter people who would try to get her to be their mommy or send her inappropriate pictures.

Most of the time she would tolerate it; she would tell them politely she wasn’t interested and still find herself.

But, sometimes, it would get to the point she would have to block them.

Emma wound soon find herself getting lost in the website, chatting with people, and looking around.

Her real-life friends were getting considered she was falling into a deep depression, but she couldn’t exactly explain to them what she really was doing. She wanted to shout that she was finally starting to find herself.

She admitted with her ex; things didn’t always click, especially in the bedroom. But maybe that this was the reason?

But she didn’t fully understand.

And it would be a long time before she did.

One night while she was on, she began to talk to someone she had seen online a few times before. There were only a few people on, and he asked if they could privately chat; at that point, she was okay with talking to anyone, so she gladly accepted.

Mr. Y – Hey, how was your day?

EmmaB: It’s going well here, just relaxing after a long day. How are you?

Mr. Y – Yeah, that sounds about the same here. I’m just playing a game.

EmmaB – Oh! That sounds like fun! I’m watching a movie. 

Mr. Y – What movie

EmmaB – LOTR - it’s like the 3rd time I’m watching it.

Mr. Y – They’re amazing

EmmaB – Right? I love them

Mr. Y – One time I watched all of them back to back – that was a long night

EmmaB – Oh wow! I don’t think I could do that. 

 

The two of them continued to talk for a few hours before it got too late before they went to bed. She didn’t overthink of it then; the two of them talked about anything and everything – besides diapers. She enjoyed it, but she enjoyed talking to several people on that website.

However, it was the start of something, but she didn’t know it at the time and that it would take a long journey to get there eventually.

 

 

[The Story of Us]

This is my newest story! It's also a very personal story. It is fiction - however it is loosely based on the relationship I have with @Dr_J currently, from how it all started when I first joined DD to where we are today. Obviously, I am going to take some liberties, some events will be out of place (or left out altogether) and names will be changed. I hope you enjoy it! 

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Chapter One

She paced back and forth, her heart pounding in her chest. She wiped her forehead, wrinkling up her nose at the feeling of the sweat. She tried to take deep breaths to calm down her nerves, but it felt impossible to do. She looked at the clock on the wall; it was a quarter past five. He should be arriving at her apartment any moment now. He had texted her about twenty minutes ago, saying he was on his way. It wasn’t a typical day they would meet, but she had asked him if he could come over for a bit.

How was she going to start the conversation?

What was she going to say?

Emma Jefferson was 22 years old, she had long dark red hair and bright eyes, she wore glasses, but she switched back and forth between them and contacts. She had been dating her boyfriend, Jonathan, for almost six months now, and it was getting serious. She loved him a lot; he was charming, he would open the car door for her every time, he would randomly buy her flowers, and he would listen to her rant for hours about having a bad day at work.

She could see herself having a future with him. She had terrible luck with guys before, having her heart broken more times than she could count.

But, there was something that was holding them back from taking their relationship to the next level.

He knew it as well.

Whenever they were intimate, there was something – an invisible force that kept the two from genuinely connecting. She enjoyed her time with him, but… she needed more.

She had a huge secret she wanted to share with him, and today was going to be the day. She needed to be upfront and honest with him.

But, the truth was that she was terrified not only of his reaction but also at the truth itself.

What was he going to say?

What was he going to think?

Was he going to accept her secret or push her away? What if he thought she was a freak of nature? She stopped in her tracks and sighed.

She was a bit, right? It was weird…she couldn’t wrap her head fully around the thoughts and feelings she had. She fought with them daily – ever since she was younger. But, it wouldn’t be fair to hold it a secret any longer. Whenever they were starting to get intimate, as they were holding each other close, whenever he wanted to hold her down or be on top of her…she wanted to blurt it out, but every time she bit her tongue.

Emma jumped when there was a knock on the door, and she swore she was going to faint.

“Hey babe,” he said as she opened the door of her apartment to let him in. Jonathan was a large man, much taller than she was, and weighed about twice her size, “how was work? Is everything okay?”

“W-work went well,” she said, pushing her dark hair out of her face, “and I’m okay.”

“You look nervous.”

“I just wanted to talk to you about something.” She said, taking a deep breath.

“Okay?” He said, giving her a raised brow. “What’s up?”

“Let’s go in the living room and sit down,” Emma said, grabbing hold of his hand and leading him the way, “now I want you to know…this is very difficult for me to tell you.”

“Okay,” he said, “you know I’m here for you. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Emma sighed, “I love you so much. Because I love you so much, I have to be honest with you. I have to tell you something extremely personal to me, and it’s….umm...well, let’s say it’s sort of a fetish I have.”

“Fetish?” Jonathan asked, “like a foot fetish?”

“Yes and no,” Emma said. It was hard to hear herself think over her heart racing in her chest, “it’s like that…but it’s a bit more…extreme? And perhaps a lot less common too.”

“Okay, I’m listening.”

She took a deep breath. “Well, you see…ever since from a young age, I’ve been into…well…” she kept pausing between words; she was now looking down at her hands as she rubbed them.

“Have you ever heard of ABDL?” She suddenly blurted out. She felt her cheeks burn, and she wanted to run away, but she kept her composure and finally forced her eyes to fall onto him.

He looked at her perplexed, “Um no…what is that?”

Of course, he didn’t know what it was; she didn’t know what it was for a long time. She wanted to hit herself for thinking she finally got everything off her chest.

“It’s um, well you see, it’s um it stands for…adult baby diaper lover…” her words were hardly above a whisper, and she only prayed that he had heard her.

“What?”

“Adult baby diaper lover,” she said again, a bit louder this time, but quickly continued, “That’s just the acronym, there is way more to it than that…it sounds a bit weird, but trust me…”

“So, are you saying you like to wear diapers?”

His words were so blunt it almost hurt. But she couldn’t back out now; she had to keep pushing forward and say it all.

“No, not really. I actually enjoy it when other people wear,” She realized what she had said and quickly added. “Not that I’m asking anything from you. I just thought you deserved to know what I’m into and what I like, and this is a huge thing I’ve been dealing with that…”

“I’m not wearing anything like that….” He said. His tone was low, and she flinched.

“Wait, no, I’m not asking you too…” She said. “I just thought you should know.”

“But what do you want from me?”

“Nothing!” She was beginning to panic now.

“It’s weird…” he replied, and she felt her chest fall into her stomach. She wanted to cry out, take back everything she said. It wasn’t going what she had hoped for at all. All she wanted was for him to wrap his arms around her, tell her it was okay, and that she was loved. Was that too much to ask for?

“I just thought you should know.” She mumbled, turning her headway from him. He had gotten up from the couch, pacing around, not saying a word. She began to regret everything. She started to kick herself mentally for being so weird. IT was weird! How could she like such a thing?

“I can’t believe you’re into something like this.” He started to say, and his words were like a toxin in her ear. She couldn’t believe the patient and loving person she had known for the past six months was saying this to her…but maybe it wasn’t him that was the problem. Perhaps, she was. Perhaps this is the reaction she deserved, and maybe she shouldn’t accept such a weird fetish.

“Jonathan, I’m sorry I…” she started to speak, but he shook his head.

“I can’t do this.”

“I’m not asking…”

“No, it’s too weird. You’re a freak. I can’t be with something like that.”

“W-what?” She froze. What was he saying?

“I’m leaving.” He started to leave; she shot up from the couch, running on all emotion now.

“Wait!” She called out. “don’t’ leave, I’m sorry. I’ll never discuss it again. I’m sorry, Jonathan, please, I love you!”

She was crying now, not the hallmark crying where the maiden looked more beautiful crying somehow, no, she was crying so hard she was hyperventilating.

He lingered back for a moment, looked at her, shook his head, and then left.

Emma fell on the floor crying.

“Why am I such a fucking weirdo? Why?”

She stayed like that for a long time before picking herself up and wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. She took a deep breath, but each breath was like a knife in her heart. She wanted to call him, reach out to him, but deep down inside, and she knew it was too late – he was disgusted with her. That was the last look he gave her – a look of utter disgusting.

What could she do now?

She was utterly broken.

 

[Cousin Emmy ( Commissioned story)]

Chapter Four

Emmy patted his diaper bottom, obviously knowing that he had wet it, but choose to ignore it. Once he was finished suckling on her breast, she pulled him away, picking him up and setting him on the couch. The rest of the evening was relatively quiet; they watched tv together; she occasionally bending over to pat his diaper or take a whiff of it but always said it wasn’t wet enough for her liking.

Instead of letting him go lay down in his room, she plopped him in the crib when it was bedtime. To make sure he couldn’t escape, she bound his legs together tightly.

“Goodnight,” she said in a smooth tone as she kissed him gently on the cheek before leaving.

For a long time, Daniel laid there trying to put the pieces of what was going on together, but it was difficult for him to do.

What was he going to do?

Why was she doing this?

What was she trying to gain from it?

He wasn’t sure, but it made him feel uneasy. He shifted his weight, trying to pull the tape that was wrapped around his legs, but it was useless. He laid back down in the crib, frustrated.

However, his eyes were heavy, and it wasn’t long before he drifted off to sleep, where he had another dream.

 

“Daniel, you had an accident!” A younger Emmy said with a giggle as she pressed her fingers against his bed.

“No, my water spilled…” Daniel whined, trying to make up any excuse other than to admit he did wet the bed.

“It’s soaked!” She laughed, “you belong in diapers!”

“No, I don’t!” He replied with his arms crossed. “I’m a big boy!”

“Not with wet pants, you’re not,” Emmy said, “should I grab some spare diapers and diaper you up?”

“No way! I’m not a baby! It’s water!” Daniel continued to spread his lie, but it was no use. Emmy bent down and smelled his bed and wrinkled her nose.

“Nope, you did pee the bed. I’ll get a diaper! Don’t worry; your big sis will help you out.”

Before he could say anything, she was running away, he held up his hand, but he was frozen, unable to stop her.

 

Daniel woke up with fright as something was pushed against his lips and slid into his mouth. The feeling of the pacifier in his mouth caused him to blush as he snapped open his eyes to Emmy leaning against the bars, a wicked smile across her face.

“Good morning, little boy,” she said in a smooth voice, “you looked so peaceful while sleeping.

He spat the pacifier out of his mouth. He watched as her expression changed but chose to ignore it, “What are you doing?”

She didn’t say anything to him. Instead, she picked up the pacifier and shoved it back in his mouth, “you better not spit that out again, mister.”

But, he did again, “but I’m trying to talk here. I’ve been having…”

This time he could tell by the look in her eyes, she was furious.

“You’re in big trouble now,” she said as “I’ll be right back.”

She left him there, and he felt his heart sank. What was going to happen? He wiggled, feeling his bladder filling up, but he tried to ignore it, too focused on what his punishment might be.

She returned a few moments later and stuffed another paci in his mouth before he could protest; however, this time, she was able to wrap it around his head and snap it into place. It was a paci gag – he was helpless.

“Much better,” she said as she crossed her arms triumphantly, “Now you’re going to stay like that until I say, now let’s get you up for breakfast.”

She bent down and picked him up, pulling him over the crib railings and placing him gently against her hip before carrying him into the kitchen and putting him in the high chair.

“I made eggs,” Emmy said proudly as she grabbed the child-like blue plate and placed it in front of him; she undid the pacifier gag, setting it beside him, but gave him a look that he would have to put it back on after he was finished with his meal. She then grabbed a fork and stabbed it in the eggs, and lifted it to his mouth.

“I can feed myself!” He said, his cheeks turning red.

“No, you’re too little,” she replied, “yesterday you proved to me that, now you must let big sis Emmy help you out.”

Those words struck him as he remembered his dream.

“No, I’m positive; I can feed myself.” He said, shaking his head, pressing his lips together so she couldn’t get the eggs into his mouth.

She frowned. “You are going to make this difficult, aren’t you? One way or another, I’m going to feed you. Do you wish for me to give you a spanking beforehand?”

The thought of a spanking caused him to shake his head before slowly opening his mouth and allowing her to feed him the eggs.

“There we go,” she said with a large grin, “such a good boy!”

After he was done with his eggs, she picked him up and set him on the couch, grabbing a huge bottle filled with milk and bringing him on her lap.

He had no say or not if he was hungry, she pulled him on her lap and forced the nipple into his mouth, and it stayed there until he drank every lasts drop.

By the end of it, he felt sick to his stomach from drinking so much.

She placed the pacifier gag back on him, turning on some cartoons as “other tv shows were too scary for him.” Before leaving him alone for a bit to clean up the kitchen.

It didn’t take long before his bladder began to bother him. His diaper was slightly damp from the night before, but he knew the next time he went, it was going to be a flood – perhaps he would even leak! The thought alone caused him to press his thighs together and squeeze his eyes.

He wanted to fight it as long as he could, not wanting to give Emmy the satisfaction of wetting his diaper, even though deep down inside, he knew it was a losing battle in the long run.

It wasn’t long before his cheeks turned a deep pink as the rush of warmth left his body and swelled up his diaper. He watched as it puffed up; he wiggled around, suckling on the pacifier even harder, as he was utterly helpless to what was happening to him.

He almost wanted to cry out.

All of a sudden, he felt a hand pressed up against his diaper, and she jerked when he saw Emmy standing over him, she had come up beside him, and he didn’t see her because of his blind eye. He wanted to curse out loud, but with the pacifier in his mouth, anything he spoke was muffled.

“Oh no,” she said with a sad look in her eyes, “it looks like the little boy had a bit of an accident, huh? I knew it was best to keep you in diapers.”

He wanted to scream out, but he was unable to. He only looked down, ashamed of what he had done.

“it’s okay,” she said in a sweet tone, running her fingers through his hair as she gave him a soft smile, “I’ll take good care of you.”

She reached down and picked him up, throwing him across her shoulder as she held him up by his soaking wet bottom. This was perhaps even more humiliating than when she carried him on her hip. He wanted to run away, but he was powerless.

She laid him down on the changing table, pulling down the tabs to reveal the wet diaper – but that wasn’t all – it also showed his hard dick.

“Oh, looks like someone needs some attention,” she said with a giggle, holding up his legs as she grabbed some wipes to clean him up.

Once he was all cleaned up, Emmy didn’t put a new diaper on him; instead, she pulled the wet diaper side, grabbed hold of his penis, and began to jerk him off. He was surprised by her sudden action that he let out a loud yell, but it was reduced because of the pacifier.

“Let’s get rid of this little problem for you,” she said with a giggle as she continued to go up and down with one hand; with the other hand, she massaged his balls, which was almost enough to send him over the edge. What was she doing? Why was she giving him pleasure? Was she enjoying seeing him wiggle around in agony like this?

She didn’t stop though, she changed up her speeds, but she remained relatively consistent. At one point, she leaned over him and spat on his crotch to give moisture, making her hands easily slide up and down, up and down; her other hand never stopped touching either his balls or the inside of his thighs.

“You got this baby,” she said, her voice still as silky smooth as ever, “just let go, and I’ll take good care of you.”

He wasn’t able to talk still, but even if he didn’t have the pacifier in his mouth, he would always be speechless.

“I know you never had a woman touch you before,” she said, “well, it makes sense since you’re just a little tiny boy, but I’m sure it feels good, go ahead and release away; the faster, the better for you.”

Her words were intoxicating, and before he knew it, he let out a long groan and began to pant, feeling him cum.

He looked up to notice her doing something, holding something in her hand, but she pulled it away before he could analyze what she was doing.

“Good job,” she said, “that must feel so much better! Now let’s get you in a clean diaper. We have a long day ahead of us; I have some friends coming over later on.”

Friends?

His cheeks burned at the thought of being around other people. Would he have to be dressed like this?

“Before I put you in another diaper, let me give you a nice long bath.”

Emmy brought him into the bathroom, setting him down on the toilet (after teasing him about this was the only way he would sit in the bathroom while she was around), before starting the water, letting it run across her fingers until it was the right temperature. Once she was satisfied with it, she picked him up and placed him in the water.

“Doesn’t that feel nice?” she said as she grabbed a cup and began to wet his hair and his body.

Even in the bath, he wasn’t allowed to take the pacifier off, and he wondered how long this punishment would go on.

She washed his hair and his body before bringing him back into the nursery to get dressed. She put on a large white diaper with prints of little brown bears over it. She put him in a brown shirt and blue shorts where his diaper was easily noticeable to match it.

“There we go! You’re all ready for the day,” she said with a giggle, “It’s such a nice day outside; why don’t we go for a walk?”

A walk?

His cheeks burned; what did she mean by that? He didn’t have to wonder for long, though, because she soon revealed the large adult-like stroller he was to sit in. He wasn’t able to protest or try to escape as she picked him up and locked him into the stroller so that he couldn’t move.

She did, however, relieve him of the pacifier gaga as she set a sippy cup down in a cup holder.

Even though he was free to speak now, he was afraid too, what other punishments or what else she could have him do – especially if she did have friends coming over.

He wanted to hide away as he tried to sink as far back into the seat as he could.

“Okay, little one, let’s go.”

[The Diary of a Pro Mommy (Patreon Exclusive)]

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Chapter Three

“Why are you doing this?” Daniel finally found the courage to say as he pushed himself up from her lap and stared at her right in the eyes.

She shrugged her shoulders, taking her hand and sweeping her hair behind her ear. “Because I want to. I always thought you would make a cute baby – and I was right.”

“B-but, I’m not!”

She laughed and jammed a finger onto his bottom, “your diaper says differently. Look how tiny you are.”

“I’m not tiny,” he whimpered, his cheeks a fiery red, “you’re just huge!”

“I don’t think like that,” Emmy said, “I went to an all-girls school, so for me, you’re just tiny.”

He opened his mouth to say something but closed it right up.

“I was so excited to meet you again after all these years,” Emmy continued, “I remember when we used to play as kids.”

Daniel wasn’t sure what to say at this point; he twisted his body as he looked away from her. Honestly, he was trying his best to keep his bladder under control, but it was difficult. His mind was still fuzzy from the alcohol.

“Stop fighting,” Emmy said with a sigh as if she was starting to get annoyed, “use the diaper. That is what it’s for.”

“I’m not a baby,” he repeated.

Emmy laughed, “you can try to hold it – but eventually, you’re going to fail.”

She stood up from the couch, “I’m going to clean the kitchen; you may watch some TV if you like. When I get back, I suspect that diaper will be full.”

She left him there, and he sunk his head into the large couch, wanting to scream or cry.

Why was this happening?

What did she plan to do with him?

He was almost afraid to find out when she was next to him, her voice was soft and caring, but just beneath the surface, he could feel her raw powder if he dares disobey her.

As soon as she got off the couch, he had begun to lose the battle, and it wasn’t long before he felt the rush of the warm pee fill up the diaper, swelling up all around him. He whimpered as he tried to stop the flow, but he knew it was helpless.

Daniel didn’t put the TV on; he was too embarrassed; he just sat there with his face on the couch, not moving. Even though he was lying still, the feeling of the wet diaper was too much to avoid. He wanted to rip it off of him, but Emmy stopped him from doing so – what kind of punishment would he receive if he did such a thing?

He was an adult; in fact, he was older than her! He should be able to leave whenever he wanted. She couldn’t keep him like this.

With the newfound courage, he ripped the diaper off of him, dropping it to the floor before darting to his room.

The door was locked.

He wanted to cry out. Why wouldn’t he be surprised that she would lock him out of his room? Not only is that where all his clothes were, but it’s also where his laptop and phone too.

“Is everything okay?” He heard Emmy calling from the kitchen, but he didn’t answer.

How could he answer? He wasn’t really in the right state to say anything. He knew if she caught him, he would be in trouble. He made his way back into the living room, being as quiet as he could, but it was too late.

“What is going on?”

Daniel froze as he looked up to see Emmy standing there, her arms crossed.

“What is going on?” She repeated herself, but it was a rhetorical question as Daniel was currently standing there next to the very wet diaper that he had pulled off him.

Any confidence he had just a moment ago was shed away, and he was standing there as white as a ghost, petrified of what was going to happen.

“You were trying to escape,” Emmy said, pointing out the obvious, “you’re in big trouble now.”

“I’m sorry,” Daniel said, almost feeling as if he was going to cry, “please don’t punish me.”

“It’s too late,” Emmy said, “you give me no choice. You disobeyed me.”

“But, I’ll do anything,” Daniel said. He could see her eye twitch as she stared at him, her foot tapping against the ground. Her voice was calm and collected, but he could sense the rage inside of her. She was furious, and he was about to feel the full wrath of it.

“Lay down,” she commanded of him, and he was laying down on the couch in an instant.

“I’ll be right back,” she replied, “do not go anywhere – or this will be worst for you.”

He stayed like that for what seemed like forever before she soon returned with a roll of tape. What was she going to do?

She then grabbed the diaper that he ripped off and put it back on him, taping it back up! The diaper was now cool, and it wasn’t comfortable to wear.

“You’re not done yet,” she said, picking him up; he wasn’t sure what she was going to do to him. He felt his face turn white, being thrown around like a little boy when he was a grown man.

She placed him down in a corner, pressing his face against it.

How humiliating!

“You are going to stand here for as long as I say,” she repeated, “when I feel like you learned your lesson, I will let you leave….but that is not all.”

Of course, it wouldn’t; the first time she spanked him, did he really think he would have to sit in the corner for a bit, and that was all?

He couldn’t see what she was doing, but he heard something as she pulled the back of his diaper out and dropped something inside.

Instantly something was buzzing against his dick and balls, and he wiggled around – it was a vibrator.

He bit his lip; what was she doing?

“I want to collect you,” she said with a laugh, “have fun.”

Her words were filled with joy, for she knew the torture he was in, but did she realize how much torture? He was a virgin, after all!

He twisted and turned, pressing his legs together. He had never felt anything as intense as this before.

He wanted to cry out, but he bit his tongue, not wanting to seem weak in front of her.

He soon felt her presence disappear as he was forced to stay there for who knows how long.

His dick was pressed up against the wet diaper, and he hated to admit to himself that he enjoyed the feeling of it, including the vibrator.

This was the most intense feeling he had ever felt before.

It wasn’t long before his knees were weak. He pressed his hand and head against the wall to give him support, so he didn’t fall over.

He grunted and moaned as he felt like he couldn’t contain himself anymore.

He let out a small cry, crumbling to the ground, as he came into the diaper.

A few minutes later, he felt a hand wrap around his shoulder and lift him.

“I didn’t tell you to sit down.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, breathing heavily, “I couldn’t hold it any longer…”

“You’re pathetic,” she said, “what are you, some virgin? You didn’t even last…” she stopped, and then she started to laugh. He wanted to hide away from her.

“You are a virgin!” She shouted out, “Oh, you poor thing.”

“Stop it,” he mumbled under his breath, “It’s by choice…”

“Sure it is,” she said as she crossed her arms, “no wonder you are so easy to please…you’ve never been touched before.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but he shut it again. He couldn’t argue with her; it was true. He had never had sex before. There was one time he got somewhat close, but it didn’t work out; he got too scared. He was ashamed of himself.

“Don’t worry,” Emmy said with a giggle as she reached down and patted his diapered bottom, which was beginning to droop, “I’ll take good care of you.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Who knows,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders, “you’ll have to wait and see, but for now…I think you were punished enough. Let me get you changed out of this diaper.”

She picked him up, wrapping his legs around her waist as if he was a little kid. His whole body was burning as she carried him into the nursery. She must have been pretty strong to hold him up like that, and he felt like a child. He buried his head into her shoulder, hiding his redden face until she laid him down on the nursery to change him.

She pulled off the wet diaper, looking inside to see the mess he created.

“You came a lot,” she said with a laugh, “but I suppose that isn’t too surprising anymore.”

He didn’t say a word as she grabbed some wipes and began to clean him up, holding his legs high in the sky. This was more embarrassing than the time he was first put into the diaper.

“Almost done,” Emmy said, grabbing one last wipe making sure he was clean before grabbing another huge and fluffy diaper and placing it beneath Daniel.

Daniel wiggled about as she poured the powder onto his bottom before taping him up.

“All nice and clean,” she said with a giggle, and then she asked, “have you ever even touched a woman before?”

“A little,” he said, not wanting to answer such private conversations.

“Have you seen a woman naked before?”

“Y-yes!” He said, although it was such a long time ago, and briefly, he wondered if it even counted.

“Good boy,” she said with a smile, “I have a special treat for you then.”

He gave her an odd look, and suddenly she was pulling her dress straps down, revealing her pink bra; he quickly looked away.

“It’s okay,” she told him as she reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, letting her large breast break free from their hold.

Since they were so large, they weren’t that perky, they hung a bit low, but they are massive, probably the biggest pair of breasts he saw on a woman. His eyes weren’t able to look away from the glorious sight, and he felt his tongue wet his dry lips as he stared at him.

“Do you like it?” She asked, giving a slight pose.

“Y-yes…” he said.

“I’ll tell you what, I actually can lactate,” she said with a smile, “so my sweet little cousin is going to be able to nurse off of me and fill up that tummy.”

“W-what?” He said, feeling his face grow warm.

“I’m going to feed you,” Emmy said a bit more bluntly now as she picked him back up, he felt his body against her breast, and he felt like he was going to faint. There was no way he was going to breastfeed!

But, he didn’t have much choice; she had so much power over him, he was helpless. She brought him back into the living room and sat on the couch, letting him lay across her lap as she forced a nipple into his mouth.

It took a second, but he was afraid of the punishment that he started to suckle; it wasn’t long before he felt the milk fill his mouth as he swallowed.

As he was cradled in his arms, she began to pat his diapered bottom, which was somewhat comforting as he suckled on her. He closed his eyes, feeling a sense of euphoria filling up his body, letting go of everything, including his bladder…

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Chapter Two

Daniel closed his eyes, squeezing them as hard as he could, before reopening, but it didn’t work. Emmy was still standing there with the large diaper in her hand. She smiled at him and walked over to come.

“Come on,” she said, throwing it to him, he instinctively caught it, “let’s put you in one.”

He pressed his fingers against the thick diaper, and he had to admit it was soft.

“I’m not…” he started to speak. “I’m not wearing a diaper…”

“Why not?” She asked, her voice was quite soft, “you look so cute in diapers after all.”

“You wouldn’t know that…” he mumbled.

“I don’t want you missing the potty anymore.”

“I’m not going to.”

“So,” she said, crossing her arms, “if I give you one more chance, you won’t have another accident?”

He shook his head. “Of course not.”

“Okay,” she said, giving up easier than he thought. Was this a practical joke? “If you don’t have another accident, you don’t have to wear a diaper. BUT, if you do have an accident. You have to wear a diaper your entire stay here, got it?”

“Yeah, sure.” He said with a shrug of his shoulders, dropping the diaper onto the ground and turning back towards his food. He finished his pancakes without another word, washing them down with the juice.

“Good,” Emmy said, “well, I need to leave for a few hours.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Just a few things I need to do,” Emmy said with a shrug of her shoulders, “are you going to be alright?”

“Yeah, I should be fine.”

“Be a dear and wash the dishes for me?”

“Okay,” Daniel said, getting up and placing his dishes in the sink.

“I’ll be back soon!” She said as she walked away, and soon he heard the door open and closed.

“What was that all about?” He mumbled to himself as he looked at the diaper that was still sitting on the floor. Why did she have an adult diaper just lying around? This had to be some prank. He shook his head as he turned his attention to the sink and turned on the water.

Once he was finished washing the dishes, he grabbed a soda from the fridge and plopped on the couch, and turned on the TV – turning it on some random comedy show he had watched a million times beforehand, but one that could still make him laugh.

When he was finished with his soda, he felt his bladder began to press against him, so he got up to use the bathroom.

To his horror – the bathroom door was locked once again.

He even tried to go into Emmy’s bathroom, but her room was locked as well.

“Shit,” he cursed under his breath. So, this wasn’t a prank after all? What did she intentionally lock the door to cause him to have an accident? Then she left to go out for a few hours to make him wet again? Well, that wasn’t going to happen. He didn’t have to go that badly.

Once she got home, he would force her to open the bathroom, and then he would leave.

This was crazy.

He went back over to the couch and sat down, getting lost in the show.

An hour went by, and Emmy was not home. He still had reasonable control over his bladder, but he was starting to press his thighs together, focusing on the TV.

Another hour went by, and it was getting more difficult for him to sit still.

A third hour went by, and he felt like he was going to burst. Where was Emmy? Why was she not home yet? Was she going to be gone for most of the day? He cursed to himself as he paced back and forth, taking deep breaths.

He then thought about going outside; he would find a hidden spot where no one could see him and pee out there.

But, as he reached the front door – as one would have thought - it was locked. And to unlock it, was at the top of the door, somewhere he couldn’t reach, even if he was standing on a chair.

“What am I going to do?” He asked himself, wandering around the house, trying to figure it out.

But, it was too late.

Even though he tried to hold it in, he knew he was losing the battle as the minutes ticked by.

He turned to look ad the diaper, partly tempted to put it on and pee on it, rather than pee on her floor, but at the last second, he changed his mind; he was going to fight with everything he could.

But, as he was pacing around, he felt the warmth of the pee slide down his pants and onto the floor.

About ten minutes later, Emmy walked through the door.

“Oh my! Look, you did have another accident.” She said, crossing her arms as she towered over him.

“It’s not my fault!” He shouted. “You locked all the doors on me.”

She shrugged her shoulders as if it was just an excuse. “A deal is a deal.”

“No! I’m leaving now; you can’t make me…”

As he turned to leave, Emmy grabbed hold of his shoulder, stopping him.

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that again,” she said, her voice low and her eyes narrowed.

He gulped as he stared at her. What was she going to do to him?

“You’re coming with me,” she dragged him to another bedroom, unlocking it with her key and pushing him inside.

Inside was a nursery – but it wasn’t a nursery for a little infant baby – it was all adult-sized. The crib, the changing table, a high chair, everything!

His face turned red as he turned to look at his cousin, wondering what she was going to do.

“Come,” she demanded, dragging him onto the changing table and throwing him on there. He tried to get off, but she held her hand against his stomach, using all her strength to keep him still.

She unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off along with his underwear, then taking off his shirt as well. His whole body was a bright red, laying on the changing table completely naked in front of her. It was too embarrassing.

Once he was naked, she made sure his hands were securely tied to the changing table so he couldn’t escape. She then left the room and returned with the diaper she had before.

She slid the diaper beneath him, grabbing some baby powder shook it on the diaper and his crotch.

She taped up the diaper, making sure it was snug against his waste.

He looked down at the diaper, and it was super thick! He had a tough time closing his legs. It was plain white, but even without the cutest design, he was humiliated.

“Please,” he said, “if the bathroom weren’t locked, I wouldn’t have had an accident.”

“Nonsense,” Emmy said, “now you stop it, or I’ll spank you.”

“Spank me?” Daniel whispered, wondering if she was serious, but he didn’t want to risk it, so he shut his mouth.

“Now, we don’t want you to get cold, so let me put something comfortable on over your diaper.” She walked over to a dresser and began to rummage through it, soon returning with a baby blue onesie. She put it on him, snapping the bottoms on the diaper crotch.

“There we go!” She said, clapping her hands together. “You look so adorable!”

He turned to look away from her, too embarrassed to say anything.

Emmy looked down at her watch. “Oh my! It’s lunchtime! I’m sure you are getting hungry.”

She giggled as she left the room, leaving him tied to the changing table.

He twisted and turned, trying to escape, but it was no use. He was stuck there. He felt tears begin to sting his eyes. What was going to happen? What was she going to do with him?

She returned a little bit later with a large jar, a spoon, and a bib. She placed them down on the dresser before uniting his hands, picking him up, and placing him in the highchair. The fact that she picked him up so quickly was embarrassing. He wasn’t a little kid; after all, he was an adult. He was older than her!

Once he was sitting in the high chair, she buckled him down so he couldn’t escape, snapping the table back into place. She grabbed the bib and wrapped it around his neck before opening the jar of food.

“Here we go,” she said, dipping the spoon in and lifting it before placing it near his mouth, but he turned his head away, refusing it.

“Eat,” she said.

But, he still refused.

“If you don’t eat,” she said, “I will spank you.”

He turned to look at her, wondering how serious she was, but her voice was unwavering. He reluctantly opened his mouth and let her slide the baby food in his mouth. It was sweet, the mixture of kiwi and strawberry. He hated to admit, even to himself, that it tasted pretty good.

Daniel let Emmy continue to feed him until the baby jar was empty.

“Good job!” Emmy said with a smile, using the bib’s bottom part to wipe away the mess on his face. “You made me so proud.”

He didn’t say anything, though, turning to look away as she undid the table and unfastened him from the highchair, letting him jump down himself. It was a bit difficult to walk with how thick the diaper was.

“Does the baby want a baba?”

“N-no! I’m not a baby!” He said, “I don’t need to wear a diaper!” He reached down to rip the diaper off, but she stopped him.

“That’s it, mister,” she said, “it seems like someone needs a lesson.”

She grabbed hold of him, picking him up with ease as she walked over to a chair and sat down, throwing him across her lap. She raised her hand and slammed it against his bottom, just hard enough for him to feel it, but not hard enough to fully hurt him – she just wanted to teach him a lesson.

And she did.

He was thoroughly humiliated. He wasn’t sure his body could take any more.

He received three spankings.

“I hope that teaches you a lesson,” she said, standing him back up, “now I’m going to feed you a bottle, and I better not hear any sass about it.”

“Y-yes,” he said, hanging his head low.

“Good,” Emmy said, patting him on the head, “now follow me.” She held out her hand for him, and he grabbed it, still hanging his head low as he followed her out of the nursery and into the living room. He climbed on top of the couch as Emmy walked into the kitchen, returning a moment later with a large bottle.

Emmy sat on the couch and patted her legs. Daniel didn’t want to disobey her again, so he crawled onto her lap and let her plop the bottle in his mouth as he drank the apple juice that it contained. He thought he tasted a hint of something else, but he wasn’t sure.

As he laid there in her lap, she took her free hand and began to pat his diapered bottom.

“There we go, sweetie.” She said in a smoothing voice, almost like it could put him in a trance.

He closed his eyes, wanting to run away from his situation.

But was horrified to feel his bladder began to fill once again, knowing it wouldn’t be too long before he had to wet again. His cheeks burned as he finished his bottle, feeling a bit dizzy, suddenly concluding she must have put some sort of alcohol in the bottle.

He bit his lip, wondering what was going to happen to him, mostly when he unavoidably filled up his diaper?

 

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Chapter One

“Daniel, what do you have planned for tonight?”

Daniel peered up from his computer to notice his co-worker, Michelle hovering above his desk. She was giving him a broad smile; her hair pulled up in a loose ponytail. He didn’t see her coming as he was blind in his right eye.

“I’m actually going to be visiting family this weekend.” He said as he held up a letter to her. “I received a letter from my cousin asking to visit. It’s been probably about fifteen years since I’ve last seen her.”

“Oh, wow.” Michelle said, crossing her arms now, “that’s a long time.”

“Yeah, I know.” He said with a shrug of his shoulders. He didn’t overthink about it. He peered up at Michelle once again, who was still standing there. Even though he was sitting down, her height caused him to feel a bit uneasy. Michelle stood about 6’5”, which was about a foot taller than he was. You would think he would be used to it by now, but seeing how it was mostly men who worked in the company sometimes caught him off guard.

“I hope you enjoy yourself,” she said, “perhaps we can make plans for a weekend?”

“Oh…yeah, sure,” Daniel said with a blush, turning his face away from her. He wasn’t expecting her to ask her out like that suddenly. What was he supposed to say? Daniel was an introvert; he spent most of his time at work – and when he wasn’t at work, he stayed by himself in his apartment. He had a few friends he would hang out with but besides that. He never had a serious girlfriend before – and he hated to admit he never even had sex.

“Great,” Michelle said with a giggle, “I’ll hold you to it.”

With that, she was gone.

He soon received an instant message from one of his co-workers.

Whoa, did I hear just right? Did Michelle just ask you out?

Maybe she just wants to hang? There is no way she likes me…

Dude, Come on! You are a catch, and she was totally flirting with you.

Daniel didn’t reply; he turned to worry about his work instead. There was no way that Michelle was interested in him. Perhaps she was planning a get together at her place for everyone? She was relatively new still, and maybe she just wanted to get to know everyone.

He sighed as he turned his attention to the letter that was sitting beside him. He picked it up, reading it once more.

 

Dear Daniel,

How have you been? I know it’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other, but I just moved back in town and would love to see you again! I remember we used to have so much fun as little kids, and I think we could have even more fun now. Please get back to me as soon as you can; I’m so excited!

Love,

Your cousin Emmy.

 

He closed his eyes, trying to picture her. All he could imagine was a small girl with golden blonde hair and a sly smile.

She also sent him her phone number, and he had texted her saying that he could take a few days off from work to see her. She replied she was looking forward to it.

He set his phone down and tried to concentrate on his work, he wasn’t sure how, but he managed to finish the day and head on home.

Once he got to his small apartment, he packed his bags as he left this coming Friday after work and returned on Tuesday. He wasn’t exactly sure what to bring but decided it was best to be safer than sorry and packed everything he thought he needed.

He wasn’t even sure where he was staying. He knew that Emmy had moved close to his family, so he just assumed he would be staying with his mother. His mother, a soft-spoken woman, but could be loud when she wanted to be. It had been a few years since he visited her as well.

He then thought about Michelle, what if she really did want to go on a date with him? It wasn’t as if he wasn’t interested in dating; it’s just not something he thought about a lot. He was shy and awkward around them, ever since he was little.

The thought alone caused his face to grow red.

 

 

That Friday after work, Daniel took the bus to travel to where his mother lived. He didn’t have a license (He didn’t need one since he lived in the city, saving him money). His family lived about two hours away. He spent most of the trip playing games on his phone or just relaxing on the window. The bus was mostly empty by the time he got to his last stop.

His mother offered to pick him up, but he decided against it. It was only about fifteen blocks away.

However, right as he got off the bus, he got a text message from his cousin to come to her house and sent him her address.

He thought it was a bit odd, but he shrugged his shoulders and started the journey towards her place, unsure what to expect.

He soon reached her house, and he was so occupied by the navigation he didn’t pay much attention to it as he walked the driveway to the front door.

When he got there, he noticed how large the door was when he was about to knock. It was almost as twice as tall as him. He gulped loudly, knocking on the door.

He heard rustling sounds coming from behind the door, but no answer. He sighed, knocking once again. How long were they going to keep him out there?

However, a moment later, the door opened.

His mouth opened wide as he stared at Emmy, looking down at him.

Emmy was at least 9 feet tall, perhaps even more. He wasn’t sure why this threw him off. Maybe two things, one the last time he saw her – he was taller than her – and two, he didn’t get out much. In this world, it was common for a woman to be much taller than males. They pretty much ruled over everything. Even so, Emmy was still perhaps taller than most females. She had short blonde hair that bounced whenever she walked. Her breast was almost hanging out of the short dress that she was wearing.

He gulped loudly as a large smile spread across her face.

“Danny!” She squealed, her arms raising as she wrapped around his body and squeezed him tight. He felt her body squish against him, and he could hardly breathe.

“E-Emmy,” He said, coughing when she let him go.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, “I didn’t mean to hurt you. It’s just been too long! Look at you! You’re all grown up!”

“You’re the one who grew up,” Daniel pointed out.

She laughed, which was smooth, like the sound of a bell of a church-going off before service, “Very true, once I hit fifteen, I shot up!”

Her voice had a southern accent to it, which made sense. They moved closer to the south when she was younger.

“Well, don’t just stand there,” Emmy said, opening up the door giving him room to walk past her, “come on in.”

He walked into her house, kicking off his shoes by the door and placing his bag down on the ground.

“Where is everyone?”

“It’s just me,” Emmy said with a shrug of her shoulders, “my parents are still down south, I moved up there with a job offer.”

“Oh,” Daniel said, suddenly feeling a bit awkward. So, it was just the two of them?

“So what have you been up to?” Emmy asked him. “Any girlfriend?”

“N-no,” he said with a shake of his head, “none here….what about you?”

“Boyfriend? Naw,” she said with a shake of her head, “I’m not interested in anyone else right now.”

Anyone else? What was that supposed to mean?

“It must have been a long way here,” she said with a stretch, “why did you take the train?”

“I don’t drive,” he said with a shift of his feet.

“Ah, I had almost forgotten about your eye,” she said, “sorry about that.”

“It’s okay.”

“You must be starving. I made some dinner.” Emmy said. “Here, you go wash up in the bathroom, it’s right over there, and I’ll put your bags away.”

“O-okay,” he said, handing her the bags as he headed to the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and took a deep breath. Why was he so nervous? He didn’t understand. Emmy was polite, but there was something in her voice…he couldn’t pinpoint. He shook his head, and he was just nervous; he wasn’t well around other people he didn’t know. Even though Emmy was family, It had been such a long time since he had seen her that it felt a bit awkward.

He washed his hands, drying them off on the towel before leaving the restroom and heading to the kitchen, where Emmy already was. She had an apron over her pink dress now and was serving up some pork chops.

“I hope you’re hungry.” She said with a grin.

“I’m starving; it smells delicious.”

“Aw, thank you! I pride myself in my cooking.” Emmy said as she sat down across from Daniel.

He began to dig into the meal. It was delicious! The pork was tender and moist, and the veggies were hot and steamy, the macaroni and cheese were super cheesy. Every single bite was excellent.

“Here, have some wine,” Emmy said, pouring him a glass, smiling at him as she did so. Daniel wasn’t a huge drinker, but he wanted to be kind to his host, so he held up the glass as a sort of toast and drank some of it. The wine was smooth, so it was easy to drink. But, he drank the first glass relatively fast because of his nerves, making her fill it up once more.

When he reached about the middle of the second glass, he was beginning to feel it, so he started to slow down, finishing up the food.

“T-thank you,” Daniel said, placing down his fork and picking up his napkin to wipe his face. He tried his best to make it known that he wasn’t feeling a bit tipsy, “that was really good.”

“I’m so happy that you enjoyed it,” Emmy said with a large grin, “I’ll admit, I was a bit worried.”

“No reason to be, here let me clear the table.”

“No, no. You are my quest. I’m sure you much be tired, finish your wine and you can head to bed. I’ll show you to your room real quick.”

He obeyed, downing the last few sips of his wine, before following her to a spare bedroom. There wasn’t much, a bare twin mattress and a dresser and a desk.

“Thank you,” he said.

“Make yourself at home,” Emmy said, “I think the two of us are going to have a lot of fun together.”

She gave him another hug before shutting the door behind her. Daniel went through his stuff, grabbing his pajamas and changing into them before getting comfy in bed.

It was pretty late; he played on his phone for a few hours before setting it aside to fall asleep – it was only then he realized he had to go to the bathroom.

He went up and walked down the hallway, but he realized he couldn’t open it when he reached the bathroom door.

It was locked.

He was a bit groggy as he tried to open the door once more, but it was locked. What was going on? Why was the bathroom door locked?

He knocked on it; perhaps Emmy was using it?

There was no response.

He began to press his thighs together; the wine had taken control of his bladder, and he was starting to panic a little bit.

He took a deep breath, looking around frantically. He then began to knock on random doors that he could see, figuring one of them to be Emmy’s. Perhaps she automatically locked the bathroom at night for some reason? Or, maybe the door was jammed.

But, there was no answer.

He bit his bottom lip.

He decided to go back to bed; after all, it was almost morning, he probably could hold it in.

It took him a long time to fall asleep, but eventually, he did.

He fell into a deep sleep where he was dreaming. It was when he was younger. He was in his old room with Emmy. Emmy was only six years old; he was nine years old. It was a few years before she moved away. They were playing, Emmy was talking about something, but he wasn’t paying attention.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” he said, trying to get up, but before he could stop himself – Emmy had him pinned to the ground.

“Just go,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders, “just go, and big sis Emmy will take care of you.”

“Big sis?” He said, “but I’m older than you.”

“Maybe physically,” Emmy said with a shrug of her shoulders, “but regarding everything else – I’m way older than you. Now just do as I say.”

“N-no! Why? I can make it to the bathroom.”

“No, you can’t,” Emmy said with a laugh, shaking her head. “You’re just a little kid; little kids can’t make it to the bathroom. I think I have one of my younger sister’s diapers around here…want me to put that on you?”

“A – A diaper!?” Daniel said a bit too loudly, causing Emmy to press her hand against his mouth.

“Yes! Now be quiet!” Emmy said, her voice was quiet but stern. He stared at her; he had never seen her act like this before. What was going on?

“I think you would look cute in a diaper.”

“Get off of me,” he said, managing to shove her away from him as he got up. “I’m not wearing…anything! I’m going to the bathroom.”

Before he walked off, she grabbed his hand and smiled at him.

“You’re too late.”

 

Daniel snapped his eyes open, sweat pouring down his face. He sat up, trying to gather his thoughts. Was that a dream? It felt so real…or was it a memory? He wasn’t sure. Most of the time, his dreams were vague or didn’t make much sense. This seemed so real. It was almost as if he was there.

 His face was red as he pulled the blanket off of him – but he felt the color drain from his face.

The bed was wet.

What?!

He couldn’t believe it. He pressed his fingers against the sheet, almost as if he didn’t think the dark spots – and sure enough, it was wet to the touch.

Why did he have to go and wet the bed?

What was Emmy going to say?

Is there a way he can wash the sheets without her finding out? He had to try, at least.

She stripped off his pajama pants and put on fresh clothes as he left the bedroom. Emmy was in the kitchen making breakfast – she was humming to herself. The aroma of pancakes filled up the room as he closed his eyes.

“Oh, good morning!” she said sweetly, turning her head to flash him a smile. She was wearing a dark blue dress with white frills.

“G-good morning,” he said, as he sat down in the chair as she put a plate of pancakes in front of him.

“Did you sleep well?” She asked him.

“Y-yeah, thank you.”

“That’s good,” she said, “now you enjoy your pancakes! I have some chores I need to do. I have a fun-filled day planned for us!”

“O-okay,” he said, still a bit nervous, as he cut into the pancake and took his first bite – it was just as delicious as the previous night’s dinner. He could get used to this sort of treatment.

He still had his guard up, wondering what exactly she was doing. Why would she go into his room? After a few minutes, and he didn’t hear anything, he shrugged his shoulders and began to focus on his breakfast and its deliciousness.

However, it was all short-lived.

When he was almost done with his pancakes, he heard a voice behind him.

“Daniel…did someone have an accident?”

He felt the blood drain from his face as he dropped the fork. He didn’t want to turn his head. But, he could sense Emmy standing right behind him. What was he supposed to do?

He gulped loudly as he turned around, seeing Emmy standing there, holding up the sheets.

“Did someone have an accident?” She repeated once again.

He wanted to crawl under the table and disappear. How embarrassing!

“Daniel, answer the question,” she said with a sigh.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, “the bathroom door was locked for some reason…and I went to sleep since it was almost morning…I had a weird dream, and I must of…”

He could tell that she wasn’t paying too much attention to what he was saying.

“Hmm, I suppose my older cousin isn’t so grown after all.”

“W-what?” He said, remembering the words she spoke in his dream last night. Was it not a dream? He wasn’t so sure anymore. His head was feeling fuzzy from everything that was happening at once.

“I’m not mad,” Emmy said, “you should have told me earlier. You’re lucky that I checked. But, I need to make sure it won’t happen again.”

Daniel tilted his head to the side, “It’s not going to happen again…it’s not like I usually wet the bed…I haven’t done that since…”

His words caught in his throat, and his eyes grew wide as he saw what Emmy was now holding up.

It was a very thick large diaper.

 

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Chapter Six

“Here we go little ones,” Eliza said as she set down a tray of snacks before the two of them. There were grapes, cut up strawberries, some carrots, and crackers.

“Thank you, mommy,” Annie said as innocently as she could as she grabbed a piece of grape and plopped it in her mouth. Danny stared at her for a long time, before he accepted the snacks as well.

“You kids behave,” Eliza said, throwing a glance at Annie before she left the room.

Danny shifted his weight, afraid of what Annie would do now. He was glad that Eliza didn’t check him again, because he had wet a bit more and he was worried that Annie would see his small erection if he was changed. He needed to cool down for a bit first.

Thankfully, Annie didn’t try to do anything else after that incident. They continued to play like normal, until about two hours later Eliza came back to get them for supper.

They were sat in highchairs and fed spaghetti that their cook made. It was delicious. Once they finished their meal, Eliza told them they were going to have a bubble bath – together.

Danny wasn’t sure about this, the thought of taking a bath with Annie – was quite embarrassing. But, he didn’t have much of a choice.

They were brought to the bathroom with the large jacuzzi tub and stripped naked. Annie wouldn’t keep her eyes off of him, which just caused him to blush as they stepped inside.

Eliza left for a little bit, leaving the two of them to play in the tub.

“You don’t have to be so worried about me,” Annie said, grabbing a handful of bubbles and blowing them towards Danny.

“I’m not scared,” he mumbled under his breath.

Annie smiled. “I really like you, Danny. Don’t you like me?”

“Y-yes,” he said.

“Well, then stop being such a baby,” she said sticking out her tongue.

“I’m not! I’m a big boy!”

“Who still wets his diaper.” She told him with a laugh.

“So, do you!” He replied.

“I know,” she said, “I like being a little girl. But, I also like being naughty as well.”

Danny opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, Eliza came in.

“Let’s get you all cleaned up for bed,” she said as she grabbed some shampoo and began to wash their hair before washing their body.

Once they were all clean, she wrapped a towel around them and lifted them out of the bathtub and brought them to Annie’s room to be dressed.

Danny was diapered up, and was put in blue button up pajamas, while Annie was placed in pink ones.

“You guys look so adorable,” Eliza said, pinching each of their cheeks, “let me get you a warm bottle before bed.”

“You do look cute,” Annie said with a grin and Danny blushed.

“So, do you.”

Once Eliza returned with warm bottles, the two of them were than tucked in Annie’s crib, the crib was large enough for the both of them to fit comfortably, but Danny was still awkward since Annie was so close to him.

“Good night,” Eliza said, running her fingers through their hair.

“Good night, mommy.” Annie said as she let out a stretch, before sticking the bottle in her mouth and sucking on it.

“Good night,” Danny muttered.

Danny thought he was going to have trouble sleeping, he wasn’t sure if Annie was going to try anything. But, she didn’t say anything to him for the rest of the night. He finished his bottle, and soon drifted off to sleep.

When he awoke the next morning, Annie was already awake.

“Good morning,” he said, giving a stretch.

“Good morning,” she said with a smile, “did you sleep good?”

“Yes.”

“Did you have any accidents?”

Before he could answer her, she tore off the covers and began to opened up the buttons on his pajamas, before sticking her hand against his crotch, feeling the wetness – he was blushing like crazy because he knew he had a bit of morning wood as well.

“You’re pretty wet,” Annie said with a giggle, “and a little happy too.”

“It’s normal in the morning…” Danny whispered.

“Oh, I know. Do you want to feel my diaper?”

Before he could answer her, she was sticking his hand into her pajama’s to feel her equally as wet diaper.

She then did something, he wasn’t expecting – she climbed on top of him, pressing her diaper against his.

“Do you like that?” Annie asked.

“Annie, we shouldn’t be…” Danny said, wiggling around.

“Doing what? It’s okay. Little kids explore all the time together. You’ve never seen it? I mean you do things with your mommy and daddy…what’s so bad about this?”

Danny didn’t have an answer for it, but he was embarrassed to the max.  Annie smirked at this as she began to rock back and forth. The feeling of her wet diaper and his wet diaper pressed up against each other, which caused him great pleasure.

“Annie!” He let out a gasp, he couldn’t believe she was doing this, but he didn’t want her to stop either. He wasn’t sure what this feeling was, it was different then what he experienced when he was with his mommy and daddy. He was embarrassed, but he liked it. He bit his lip, turning his head, unable to look Annie directly.

She continued to rock back and forth, the pleasure building up to the breaking point. They were both breathing hard at this point.

He let out a large grunt and gasp, as he knew he filled up his diaper once more.

“That was fun!” Annie said with a giggle as she knelt on her knees, grabbing a hold of the railing of the crib, “Uh oh, I have to poop now!”

Danny watched as Annie’s face turned red, but it wasn’t long before a strong smell entered the bedroom. Annie let out a giggle as she sat down, as if nothing happened, grabbing a hold of her stuff animal tiger and hugging it tightly.

It wasn’t too much longer that Eliza entered the room an Danny was happy about that. What would have happened if she walked in earlier on them? Would they get punished or would they get teased? What she have told his mommy and daddy? He wasn’t sure, but he was glad he didn’t have to worry about that.

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Chapter One

The only sounds were coming from the clicking from the clock on the wall. Every time the small hand snapped into place, the clicking would echo across the room, and I would squint my eyes. Why was it so loud?

I impatiently would look back at it, even though I knew only minutes had passed – even though it felt like hours.

Where was he?

I got out of the chair I was sitting in and began to pace up and down my small one-bedroom apartment. My hands behind my back.

It was then I heard a knock on the door.

I stared at the clock; it read 5:24 PM, he was almost half an hour late.

I opened the door and crossed my arms.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, taking deep breaths; it appeared he had run his way up the stairs to get here. His dark hair was a mess as if he didn’t even take a few seconds to brush it.

“I don’t like to be left waiting,” I said with a drawn-out sigh, “when the appointment is 5:00, I expect people to be here on time.”

“I know,” he said, “I have no excuse. I’m so sorry!”

“You realize you will need to be punished for that, correct?” She asked. He looked like what she expected from his profile picture, but she was still shocked that a young man had come to her. He was not ugly, but perhaps not fully put together either.

“Y-yes, ma’am.” He said, hanging his head in shame.

“The cost is $125,” I said, holding out my hand.

“W-what?!” He said, his blue eyes growing wide. “I thought you said it was 100.”

“It was,” I said with a shrug of my shoulders, “that was until you were late.”

“O-oh,” he said, hanging his head, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his wallet. He handed her a one-hundred-dollar bill and five 20s.

I counted the money, and once I was satisfied, I pushed it into my pocket and smiled up at home. “Okay, shall we go over the rules first?”

“Y-yes,” he said shyly.

“It’s pretty simple, for the package that you selected – that is going to give you two hours. You have to do everything that I tell you to do – no question. If you wish to stop any time, the safe word is Pineapple.”

“Y-yes, ma’am, I understand.” He shifted his weight, unable to look at me directly in the eye. I could tell he was nervous. Perhaps he had never done anything like this before. But, for me, this was my whole life. It evolved around it.

“We will start slow,” I said, “to make it a bit comfortable for you. Do you wish for a drink? That might cause your nerve.”

“That would be great,” he said, and I walked over to the fridge and pulled out two beers, handing him one.

“I’ll let you know what I will do first to ease you into it. But I can’t promise I’ll always explain what I will do. But, remember, I’m doing all this for you.”

“Okay.” He said, sipping on the beer.

“Did you already shave?”

“Yes,” he said, taking another sip.

“That’s good; that is one step down. So then right after this, I’ll go ahead and diaper you up.”

He didn’t say anything, and his cheeks turned a bit red as he continued to drink his drink. I smiled as I took a sip of my own.

“H-how long have you done this?”

“Umm, I think about five years now?” I said, trying to figure out the math in my head.

“Wow,” he said, “and you enjoy doing it?”

“I don’t think one could fully do everything I do – if they don’t enjoy it,” I said with a smile.

“I suppose that is true,” he said, “I-I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Most haven’t,” I replied, finishing my beer and throwing it away, “sadly, that seems to be the case. But, I’ve heard that once they’ve experienced it with me, they are more likely to be more confident and can find partners of their own.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” I said, “I have a lot of repeat customers, and they like to update me with their life. I suppose I’m a part therapist in a way.”

“That’s relieving.”

“Are you done with your beer?” I asked, and he handed me the empty bottle as I threw it away. “Okay, let’s not waste any more time. Let’s get you properly dressed.”

I began to walk down the hallway to the spare bedroom – after all, no one was allowed in my room. It was my personal space.  The spare bedroom is something that I have been growing for the past five years, ever since I moved into this apartment and started this career path. I tried to make it so everyone had something they could work with.

His face when he first stepped into the room caused me to smile. I loved the looks of faces of people who first entered the room.

The bedroom held two large cribs in the back, a dresser filled with clothes, tons of stuffed animals, and some toys. I had the closet filled with other things as well. The bedroom was the master bedroom, as It was a larger space for the nursery.

“W-wow.” He said as he looked around. I pointed to the middle of the playroom, where there was a thick rug.

“Lay down on the floor,” I told him. Although there was a changing table, I decided that the floor was the best option for this situation. “I already have everything that you already picked out.”

“Okay,” he said, obeying her and laying down on the ground as she reached into the closet to pull out what he had chosen when he first contacted her.

She walked over to him, showing him the cute plain white diaper he picked out along with the bottle and pacifier. The bottle had a large blue whale wrapped around it, and the pacifier was bright green.

“First, I need to take off your pants and underwear,” I said as I crouched down next to him. He turned his face away from me, too embarrassed to even look.

I didn’t say anything else as I reached down and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers – leaving his bottom half wholly naked. But I didn’t care. I’ve seen too many naked people in the past few years to take notice.

He placed his hands and covered his face as I positioned myself in-between his legs and grabbed the diaper. I opened the diaper, revealing how large it was. I grabbed his legs and lifted them so I could slide the diaper underneath his bottom. I pressed it over his crotch and onto his hips as I made sure the tape was snug, not too tight.

“How does that feel?” I asked as I leaned back. He sat up and inspected the diaper, and his whole face was red.

“It’s really nice, t-thank you,” he said, twisting about.

“You’re welcome,” I said with a smile, “now I’ll be right back, let me just fill up this bottle.”

“O-okay,” he said as I got up to head to the kitchen. I filled up the bottle with some juice, returning to the room only a moment later.

I sat down next to him, “come here,” I said, pulling him close to me, to the point he was basically on my lap, “drink up.” It helped that he was relatively short for his age, and I was a bit taller than average.

Without another word, I plopped the nipple of the bottle into his mouth. I watched as he began to suckle it down. I took my free hand and began to pat the bottom of his diaper, causing him to wiggle about.

His request was quite simple, unlike other folks. All he wanted to try to wear a diaper with someone for a chance. He was a single guy in his mid-20s who never had a real relationship. He said all he wanted was to wear a diaper, drink a bottle, and perhaps receive a diaper change. He requested two hours, but it had already been almost an hour (as he was late).

He took his time drinking the bottle as I continued to pat his diapered bottom. I figured he wasn’t the type to get sexual gratification from this; he just wanted to feel close to a woman and be loved.

I wanted to do everything in my power to make that fantasy come to a reality. So at that moment, I wanted him to feel a connection between the two of us; I wanted him to fully believe that I was his loving girlfriend and this was a normal relationship – not something he had to pay me for.

Once he was finished with the bottle, I set it to the side and praised him for doing such a good job.

“I think I need to wet my diaper…” he whispered. “Mommy.”

I smiled when he said that; it was one of my many titles. People could call me whatever they felt like, except by my first name, as that is not how you should speak to your elders even though most of my clients were older than me physically.

“Then go ahead, sweetie,” I told him, “that is what little boys do. I’ll be happy to change you out of that wet diaper once you are done.”

He had to crouch down and turn away from me; I watched him as he stayed like that for perhaps ten minutes before I noticed the diaper began to droop down and bulge out slightly. Once I thought he was done, I gently pressed my hand against his diaper bottom, feeling the warmth.

“Ohhh, you wet a lot!”

“Y-yes,” he said, plopping down on the ground and wiggling about.

“Come here,” I said; as I opened my arms, he nuzzled himself into me, digging his face into my chest as I held him tight. I grabbed the pacifier and placed it in his mouth, and he began to suckle it as I had him close, whispering to him loving things as I patted his wet diaper.

I was not sure how long we stayed like that. I had a clock in the nursery to keep track of time, so when I calculated it was close to his time being over, I gently pushed him away from me.

“Let’s change your diaper, sweetie. We don’t want a rash.” I pinched his cheek as I said this. He nodded his head, understanding why.

He laid down on the ground, still sucking on his pacifier as I got in-between his legs once again. I tore off the diaper’s tabs, pulling down the diaper to reveal how soaked it was. He probably had been holding it in for a long time – savoring for this moment.

I didn’t want his efforts to go to waste, so I held up his legs in the sky as I grabbed some baby wipes and began to wipe him down.

I took way longer than I needed to, but I wanted to make a lasting memory for him. Something he could look back on.

Once I was finished, I rolled up the diaper and plopped it in the trash can. I always emptied my trash at the end of each day.

“There we go,” I said, “you’re all nice and clean.”

“T-thank you, mommy.” He said.

“You may get dressed down,” I told him, “I’ll wait for you in the living room.”

I made my way into the living room; he was there within only a few minutes.

“T-thank you so much,” he said, lowering his head a bit, “I enjoyed it…a lot.”

“I’m glad you did, sweetie.” I said with a smile, “I hope to see you soon.”

“Definitely.” He said.

“I hope you have a good day,” I said as I walked him to the door, opening it. Before he could say another word, I leaned down and kissed his cheek.

“You too,” he said, reaching up to touch his cheek, his face red.

I smiled at him; as I watched him leave my apartment, I closed the door behind him.

 

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Chapter Five

“Do you ever think about bringing in another little?” Michelle asked Jason that night as she pulled off her top and bottoms to get dressed for the night.

Jason, who was already in bed, gave her a puzzled look. “Where is this coming from?”

“I met with Danielle at the park today, and they are adopting another little.”

“Wow,” Jason said, pausing for a moment to take in this information, “I mean, we have talked about it before….do you want another?”

Michelle sighed, “I’m not sure, honestly.”

Jason smiled at her as he walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her, though now she was just in her underwear.

“You’re so funny,” he said as he planted a kiss upon her cheek.

“I was serious.”

“I believe,” he said as he turned her around to face him, “we have a wonderful thing now; why change it? Aren’t you happy?”

Michelle lifted herself on her tip-toes and kissed him on the lips. “Of course, I’m happy.”

“I think I know what you need,” he said with a grin, “I think we need to get away for the weekend.”

“But what about Danny?” Michelle asked him.

“We can get a babysitter,” Jason said with a shrug of his shoulders, kissing his wife even more, “come on. It’s been a while since it’s just been the two of us.”

“I don’t know, and I feel a bit uncomfortable leaving Danny behind…” Michelle said.

“Oh, we can get someone he knows; I’m sure he will have a lot of fun,” he said, now kissing her neck and rubbing her shoulders. She let out a small sigh.

“Okay,” she said with a smile, “fine, okay, that does sound like a lovely idea.”

“Right?” He said, “we can hang out by the pool….or stay in the hotel all weekend.”

“Oh, you’re bad,” she said, pushing him away playfully.

“Just a bit,” he said with a laugh as he bent down and kissed her on the lips. They didn’t speak anymore after that, wrapping each other in their arms and falling onto the bed.

 

“Now, do you have everything? Do you need me to repeat the list once more?” Michelle asked, running around the house like a madwoman trying to think of everything else she may have forgotten.

“Michelle!” Eliza said with a laugh. “It will be alright. It’s just the weekend. We are going to have a splendid time, aren’t we, Danny?”

Danny was sitting in his highchair, eating breakfast. He wasn’t too happy when he found out his mommy and daddy were going out for the weekend without him. He wanted to go. The thought of staying with Eliza, Rick, and Annie all weekend. He blushed at the thought. It wasn’t as if he didn’t like Annie, but she also caused him to blush.

“I know,” Michelle said, “I’m sorry. It’s just been a while since I’ve left him.”

“I understand,” Eliza said, “I had a hard time doing that to Annie a few months ago. But you guys deserve it! Don’t worry, go and have fun!”

“Come on!” Jason called from the doorway.

“I love you, sweetie. I’ll see you on Sunday.” Michelle said as she planted a big kiss on Danny’s cheek.

“Bye, mommy,” he said sadly, watching as she grabbed all her bags and was almost pushed out the door by Eliza.

Once they were gone, Eliza sighed with relief. “Okay! Let’s get your bags in my car and head over to our place. Annie can’t wait to play with you!”

 Eliza picked up Danny’s bags in the car before returning to him, helping him out of his high chair and into the vehicle. Eliza, Rick, and Annie lived about 15 minutes away from where he lived. Their house was a lot bigger than there’s. He had been there a few times when they threw dinner parties.

When they got there, Eliza helped Danny out of the car, when a maid came rushing over to help her with the bags.

“Heidi, can you take Danny to Annie’s room, please?” Eliza said as soon as they got into the house.

“Yes, ma’am,” she said with a small curtsy as she grabbed Danny’s hand and pulled him into Annie’s bedroom – which was perhaps twice the size of his room.

“Danny!” Annie called out with a squeal, rushing over to him and wrapping her arms around him, planting a sloppy kiss on the cheek.

“Hey, Annie,” He said meekly as she let go of him. Annie was wearing a relatively short pink dress; she bent down every time her thick diaper would stick out.

“Mommy said you were spending the weekend with us,” Annie said, “I’m so happy! It gets a bit lonesome sometimes without someone to play with.”

Danny nodded his head, and he was still a bit sad about being without his mommy and daddy.

“Let’s play something,” Annie said, pulling at his arm, “right now, I’m drawing a picture. You could draw a picture of your mommy and daddy.”

Danny gave her a small smile as the two of them laid across the floor and began to color pictures for what seemed like forever.

Once they were lost in their world, there was a knock on the door – Eliza walked in.

“Hello, you two, what are you doing?”

“Coloring,” Annie said as she held up her drawing.

“Very cute!” She said. “Do any of you need a diaper change?”

The pair of them looked at each other but didn’t answer her. Eliza shook her head as she bent down between them, placing each hand upon their bottom.

“Danny, it looks like you are fine, Annie, dear – you are drenched. Why didn’t you tell mommy earlier?”

“I forgot,” Annie said, not even looking up at her as she continued to color.

“Annie, let us get you changed out of that diaper,” she said, rolling her over on her back.

“But, I want to color!”

“You can after I change you,” Eliza said strictly as she got up to gather up the supplies.

Danny tried not to pay attention to the diaper change, but his cheeks blushed as he turned to watch once in a while, catching Eliza pull-down Annie’s diaper and wiping her clean. Just like he was hairless down below, so was she. But the sight of her naked caused him to turn away from her.

Annie must have caught his eye, but there was a smirk on her face.

“Here we go,” Eliza said as she placed a fresh, clean diaper between Annie’s legs and taped them up tightly. She rolled up the used diaper, “I suppose I need to check you more. I’ll be right back with some snacks.”

“Did you enjoy the show?” Annie asked Danny with a large grin after her mommy was gone from the room.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I saw you staring at me,” Annie said, “you were blushing.”

“Was not!” He said as he stuck out his tongue.

“Did you want to touch it?”

He stared at her but didn’t say anything.

“Or perhaps you wanted me to touch you?” Annie said with a laugh.

“N-no!” Danny protested. Annie reached out to grab his hand, but before she could do anything, the door opened up once again as Eliza returned with snacks.

Danny’s heart was beating loudly, and he was glad he didn’t need a diaper change – because he didn’t want Annie to see how excited he currently was.

 

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Chapter Four

The following morning, Michelle didn’t have much planned for the day – mainly focused on chores. She woke up Danny, changed his diaper, fed him breakfast, before letting him watch TV as she focused on clearing the kitchen. She checked on him once in awhile, as he laid there watching it.

Danny wasn’t too focused on what his mommy was doing, he was too caught up watching TV, switching the channels whenever something boring was on.

He was only wearing a t-shirt and a thick diaper between his legs that was slightly damp.

It wasn’t long though he felt a rumble in his stomach start to kick in and he knew he had to mess his diaper. He didn’t think twice about it though. It wasn’t something he paid much attention, he was laying on the couch, watching Power Rangers, when he pushed and let the mess slide form his bottom and into the cradle of the diaper.

He didn’t say anything, he didn’t cry out, he just continued to watch TV, knowing his mommy would check on him soon.

Which she did, about thirty minutes later.

“Oh boy!” she said waving her hand in front of her face. “What do we have here?”

She walked over to where he lay, he had turned his eyes to her when she walked in, but then looked back at the TV a moment later.

She took her fingers and stuck them inside his diaper by the leg and pulled it open and peered inside.

“Stinky boy!” She said! “Someone needs a diaper change!”

He didn’t move where he was laying down, so Michelle reached over and turned off the TV.

“Hey!” He said with a pout. “I was watching that.”

“You need a diaper change first!” Michelle said. “You’re going to get a rash.”

He sighed as he slid off the couch and followed his mommy into his room and hoped onto the changing table.  He wiggled around a bit, before Michelle stuck a pacifier in his mouth to keep him still.

She tore the tapes of the diaper, picking up his legs, as she brought down the diaper, revealing the mess he had made. She took the diaper and wiped off as much as the mess as she could, before she grabbed some wipes and began to wipe him down. Thankfully they had large wipes otherwise they would be like this for a long time. Once she felt satisfied that he was clean, she rolled the diaper up and placed it in the large diaper hamper next to her, before grabbing a clean diaper and sliding beneath his bottom.

“Now you are all clean, baby boy.” She said as she pulled up his shirt and blew a raspberry on his tummy, causing him to giggle as he wiggled around.

“Do you want another feeding?” Michelle asked as she pointed to the rocking chair. His cheeks reddened slightly as he nodded his head, holding up his hands so she could help him up.

She sat down in the rocking chair, letting himself get settled across her l ap, before she pulled up her shirt and bra so he could suckle against her breast.

She hummed as she rocked them slowly as he continued to feed off her. When they planned to adopt, she had to go through a whole ordeal in order to cause herself to be able to breastfeed. Now, her breast get hard and full randomly and she has to get Danny to feed off her to relief herself of pressure.

In about fifteen minutes, she had him switch breast, giving a sigh of happiness in the process.

She wouldn’t change these moments for the world. She loved him more than she could express.

When he was finished, she pulled down her shirt and bra and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “What should we do?” She asked out loud, but he just shrugged his shoulders.

“I know, why don’t we go on a small little walk around the neighborhood? I’ll go get your stroller.” She said as she got up. “Wait for me here.”

She left him as she went to the car to grab his stroller before returning for him, strapping him in, before heading down the sidewalk.

It was a beautiful day out, it wasn’t too hot, nor was it too cold. There was a slight breeze. They didn’t walk too far, just around the neighborhood, staying hi to those they past. There was another Mommy with their two little’s – twins, walking by as well. They stopped and chatting for a few minutes before going their separate ways.

They ended up at a small little park. There was a large slide, a swing set, and some monkey bars. A few other mommy’s were sitting on the bench, letting their little’s ones play.

“Mommy!” Danny pleaded. “Can I go play?”

“Just for a few minutes, dear,” she said as she unbuckled him from the stroller and let him run off to play with the other little’s. Shey tsmiled as she stood there and watched as he climbed up the stairs and slid down the slide, letting out a squeal of delight as he did so.

“Michelle,” she heard a voice and saw one of her neighbors, Danielle sitting on the bech. She was sitting next to someone she didn’t recognize, “come and sit with us.”

Michelle smiled as she pulled the stroller over to the two ladies and sat down beside them.

“How are you doing, I feel like it’s been forever.” Danielle said.

“It’ being doing well,” Michelle smiled, “how have you been?”

“I’ve been really busy,” Danielle said, “I don’t think I’ve told you that we are in the process of adopting another  little.”

“Another one?” Michelle asked, her mouth wide open, “wow! That is a huge commitment!”

It wasn’t the strangest thing in the world for a couple to have more than one little, but it still wasn’t common. There were many reasons for it, one of them for being the price. They have to pay a lot of money in order to adopt a little. The money goes into caring for them – and placing a lot of money in a savings account, just in case they ever decided to be unadopted.

“A boy or girl?” The other girl, that Danielle introduced to her as Tina, asked.

“A girl,” she said with a smile, “now we have one of each. Of course, after that it will be enough.”

“Congratulations, when do you get her?” Michelle asked.

“Probably in about a week, we are doing all the paperwork now and getting her room ready.”

“That’s awesome,” Michelle said with a smile.

“What about you, Michelle? Your husband earns enough money, ever thinking about getting another one?”

Michelle shook her head. “No, I mean we have talked about it once in a while, but I think we are quite content with Danny. He is very special to us.”

“He is adorable,” Danielle said with a smile, “but you guys have a different relationship with him than I do with my Elijah.”

Michelle nodded her head. Every parent and little had a unique relationship. Not every one was exactly the same. The average age for a little to act like is around 3 to 5 years old, but there were some that were older, some that were younger – and some with no clear age at all. Some parent-types were strictly that, nothing else went on between the two of them.

But for Danny – it was different. Michelle wasn’t ashamed of their relationship to their little boy, she just wasn’t sure how to explain it.

“I think just the three of us is just perfect,” Michelle said with a bright smile.

“That sounds perfectly wonderful,” Danielle said.

Michelle got up, “I’m sorry, but we need to get going now. Danny! Time to go now, honey!”

This time, Danny didn’t disobey his mommy, he waved to his friends as he slid down the slide and came running up to her. She smiled as she brushed back his hair with her hands and buckled him back into his seat.

“It was nice seeing you, I hope you have a good day and congratulations again.”

“Thank you,” Danielle said, “hope we can meet up soon.”

“Definitely.”

Michelle then pushed Danny down the sidewalk, looking down at him, many thoughts going through her mind, wondering what the future would bring.

 

[A World of Littles]

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Chapter Three

 

Jason returned home from work that night before their company arrived. Michelle worked hard in the kitchen, getting dinner prepared – having made meatloaf for all of them. Danny was in his room playing.

“Hey babe,” Jason said as he kissed his wife on the cheek, setting his bags down, “dinner smells delicious.”

“Thank you,” she said with a grin, “how was work?”

“It was pretty crazy as usual,” he said with a sigh, “but nothing too bad. How was your day?”

“It went pretty well,” Michelle said, “nothing too crazy. Eliza and Rick should be here any minute.”

“Where is Danny?”

“He is in his room playing,” Michelle said as she went back to peeling the potatoes. Jason left his wife to go into Danny’s room. He was in the middle of the room, playing with some action figures.

“Hey champ,” he said with a smile, and Danny turned to look up at him.

“Daddy!”

Danny shot up and wrapped his arms around Jason’s legs, hugging him tightly.

“Hey, little one,” Jason said as he patted him on the head, “Were you a good boy today?”

Danny nodded his head.

“Good, we have company coming over soon – so let me check to see if you need a change.”

Danny stood up and turned over as Jason stuck his fingers into the boy’s shorts and diaper and pulled them out so he could peek inside.

“You are a little wet, but you should be fine. Come on; your mommy is almost done making dinner.”

The two of them walked out into the kitchen and finished helping her set up the table when there was a knock at the door.

Michelle opened the door to let Eliza, Rick, and little Annie into the house. Eliza and Rick were friends of Michelle and Jason when they were in college, so they were about the same age – although they adopted Annie a year earlier than they did.

Annie was wearing a cute red dress, her hair in pigtails, holding onto a stuffed bear.

“It smells wonderful,” Eliza said as she pulled off her coat to hang on the hanger.

“Thanks,” Michelle said, “you look wonderful! Have you lost weight?”

“Yes,” Eliza said, grinning, “I’ve gone on a diet; I’ve lost ten pounds so far!”

“Wow, you’ll have to tell me what you’re doing.”

The two ladies laughed as they made their way into the kitchen.

Danny looked at Annie and gave her a small wave and a smile – but the little girl wrapped her arms around him and gave him a big kiss on the cheek.

“Hello, Danny!” She said brightly.

His cheeks blushed as he nodded his head in greeting.

The two families found themselves around the kitchen table – except for Annie and Danny that were sitting in high chairs (Michelle had an extra one for Annie)

The four adults sat around, drinking wine and talking about their days in college. Annie and Danny didn’t speak much to each other, just enjoying their food. Once in a while, Danny would look over to Annie; when she caught his eye, she would give him a smirk, and he would turn away.

Once the adults were done eating, they cleared away the table to set up some games for them to play. They cleaned up the two little ones before setting them in Danny’s room to play.

“Be good, you two,” they said with a laugh before heading back into the dining room area.

“What do you want to play?” Danny asked as he looked around his large room.

Annie smiled at him but shrugged her shoulders. For female littles, the hormones caused a bit of breast reduction – sometimes, they even had surgery to remove the breast altogether. Annie, however, had A cup, and she said she preferred it that way.

“I’m not sure,” she said, “what do you want to play?”

“I don’t know…” Danny said in a small voice. Annie was always like this when she came over. Even though she acted all sweet and innocent in front of the adults, she was quite mischievous and the trouble maker.

“We should play dress-up,” Annie said, “I have some of mommy’s makeup in my bag. I could make you into a pretty little girl.”

“I’m a boy!” Danny said.

“Oh? You are?” Annie said with a laugh, perhaps I should check you then?

“What are you…” but before you could say anything, Annie had pushed him onto the floor and held him down. She was a lot stronger than she looked. She pulled down his pants and poked at his diaper.

“Looks like someone is wet,” she said with a laugh as she pulled at the tabs and opened up the diaper, revealing his small penis.

“I don’t know,” she said, “It looks almost as big as my private part. Are you sure you’re a boy?”

“Y-yes!” he said with a shine.

“My daddy’s penis is way bigger,” Annie said, poking his now, “I’m sure your daddies are bigger too.”

Danny felt tears in his eyes as he turned away from her. He then felt the warmth of the diaper back on his skin as Annie put his diaper back on and helped him back into his shorts.

 

“I was just teasing ya know,” she said as she walked away and stared out the window, “did you hear what happened with Penny?”

“Yes,” Danny said, wiping away his tears and standing up, “why? Are you thinking of leaving?”

“What? Don’t be crazy,” she said, “I love my mommy and daddy. Plus, it’s amazing getting to be little ALL the time. No responsibilities or cares in the world. It’s perfect. What about you?”

“No way.”

“I figured you would say that,” Annie said as she gave him a grin.

He wasn’t sure exactly what she meant by the comment, but he decided to ignore it.

About an hour or so later, her mommy and daddy came in and told her it was time to leave. She gave him another big hug and kissed him on the cheek before heading out.

“I think it’s time to get ready for bed,” Michelle said as she began to run the water for the dishes.

“Yes,” Jason agreed, “I’m going to go take a shower.”

“Daddy,” Danny said with a whimper.

“I think Danny wants to join you,” Michelle said.

“Very well,” Jason said, “come on, little one. Let’s get you all cleaned up and ready for bed.”

They went into their bathroom, which had a huge shower, the perfect size for both of them. Jason got Danny undressed first, before getting naked himself.

They got in the shower, staring at the warm water as Jason put shampoo in his hand to wash Danny’s hair.

However, Danny’s eyes were focused on his daddy’s manhood – which Annie was right – was a lot bigger than his.

“What’s going on, little one?” Jason asked him.

“Annie said I wasn’t a boy,” he said, “because I’m so small.” He then looked down at his private area.

“Was she teasing you again?” He said with a small laugh and a shake of his head, “you are a boy! You’re just a little boy! If you were a man, you would be as big as me.”

“I suppose so,” he said, shifting his weight.

“Don’t worry, little one,” he said, “did you need some help tonight? I know that Annie likes to get you all excited.”

Danny blushed at those words, knowing what he was saying, but just nodded his head. Jason reached down without another word and began to tug on Danny’s little penis until it grew hard. Danny panted, biting his lip as his daddy continued to play with him – until he had a happy ending.

“T-thank you, D-daddy.” He said panting.

“You’re welcome,” he said with a smile, “you’re my precious little boy; I’ll do whatever I can for you. Now let’s finish getting washed up.”

Not another word was spoken between the two of them as Jason finished helping Danny getting cleaned before getting out of the shower and getting ready for bed.

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I’m going to be there in about an hour, are you sure you are prepared?

Y-yes, mommy.

Okay, good. I’ll see you soon. Remember, no using the restroom.

She smirked as she sent the last message and then trusted the phone into her pocket as she grabbed her bag, her purse, and keys before heading out the door.

 Lilly was heading to spend the night at her boyfriend Jacob’s house. She had a million thoughts going through her mind as she got into her car and started the engine. She pushed back her red hair behind her ear as she looked through her playlist for what she wanted to listen to during the drive – though she knew the entire time she would be thinking about tonight.

She had a few ideas of what she wanted to do, but of course, things could change.

All she knew, it was going to be fun.

The hour-long drive seemed to drag on forever, but soon she found herself pulling up into the parking space right in front of his apartment. She messaged him that she was there as she began to unload her stuff.

He met her at the door, wearing a pair of jeans and a star wars T-shirt. She smiled as soon as she saw him. He was so handsome and adorable. She saw that his cheeks were a slight shade of pink – perhaps knowing what was to come.

“Hello,” he said as he let her in the doorway, “how was the drive?”

“Long,” she said as she wrapped her arms around him and planted a kiss on his lips, “hmmm. I love your kisses.”

“And I love yours.” He said.

She regrettably let him go so that she could place her things besides his couch, “something smells delicious.”

“I made dinner,” he told her.

“Aw, aren’t you sweet.”

“I try,” he said with a small smile. She just wanted to kiss him all over, but she held herself back. Instead, she slipped her hand into his and pulled him closer to her.

“Were you a good boy today and do exactly as I told you?”

He wiggled about, “Y-yes, mommy. I had a lot of water, and I didn’t use the restroom….”

“Good boy,” she said as she kissed him again, flashing him a smile, “now let’s eat! I’m starving.”

They made their plates: pork chops, mixed veggies, and potatoes. He poured himself one of his beers from the fridge, but she had some wine she had left the previous week. They sat on the high-top chairs in his kitchen as they ate and talked about work, family, and overall different plans for the future.

“That was delicious,” Lilly said as she patted her belly, “you’re a great cook.”

“Thanks, you’re not so bad yourself.”

“Hmm, I pride more in making yummy deserts for you than anything else,” she said as she leaned over and kissed him on his freshly shaven face.

He giggled slightly as he took away their plates. She stared at him, noticing he was extra wiggly; no doubt he really had to go to the bathroom now.

Once he was fishing, she got down from the chair and grabbed his hand, pulling him into his bedroom without another word.

She pushed him onto the bed and began to pull at the belt that was looped around his pants. She then unbuttoned and unzipped before pulling them down to his ankles, before she shook her head at the boxers he was wearing.

“I don’t like those,” she stated as she pulled them off, revealing his privates, which were hairless; she licked her lips, “you need to wear something more proper.”

With that, she reached under his bed, where he hid a large duffle bag and pulled out a thick white BetterDry diaper and some baby powder.

“Now, this is what a little boy should be wearing! What if you had an accident?”

He wiggled about, nodding his head; his cheeks were red. She smiled at him.

She got in-between his legs, sliding the diaper beneath his bottom, but before she put the baby powder on him – she lowered her head and licked the base of his penis – which was already sticking up straight.

Jacob twisted at her slightest touch, but she kept going at it. Teasing him with her tongue, but not fully letting him inside her mouth. She grabbed at his thighs, licked his balls, and everything else she could tease him. He moaned and wiggled around, biting his lip whenever she touched him.

When she was satisfied, she applied a generous layer of baby powder and then taped up the diaper snuggly against his hips. She didn’t want it too tight, but she also didn’t want it to fall off of him.

“There we go much better!” She stated as she leaned down and kissed his diapered crotch.

He wiggled as he spoke, “thank you, mommy.”

“You’re welcome,” she said as she crawled over to him and kissed him on the lips.

Without a word, he leaned over and positioned himself to where his head was resting upon her chest, his legs intertwined with hers. She kissed him on the top of his head as she rubbed his back.

“You’re so adorable.”

“T-thank you,” he said with a blush.

“I just want to squeeze you,” she said a. She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him as tightly as she could. He nuzzled his face into her chest, wiggling about.

 

[A World of Littles]

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Chapter Two

 

 

Once Danny was done with his food, Michelle cleaned him up and told him they were going to the mall today. She helped him out of his high-chair and led him into the car, where there was a large car seat in the back for him. She buckled him in tightly before placing a sippy cup in the cupholder for him and gave him a small bear for him to hold.

“There we go,” she said, “nice and safe! Now let’s hit the road! If you’re a good boy, mommy may buy you some ice cream!”

“Yay!” He said as he clutched tightly to his bear as she closed the van door and made her way towards the mall.

The mall was about a   ten-minute drive from their house, and it also had a little indoor playground area that Michelle liked to take Danny about once a week. It was nice to get out of the house a bit. Once they arrived at the mall, she pulled out a large stroller from the trunk and opened the van to let Danny out. She set him in the stroller, buckling him up before handing him his bear and sticking a pacifier in his mouth.

“Let’s go!” She said!

Thankfully, the stroller was partly electric, so it helped push him into the store, and she didn’t have to work so hard. She wasn’t the strongest out there. They walked into the mall, it wasn’t the largest, but it was a decent size. Since it was the weekday, it wasn’t super busy, but they passed a few other mommy’s with their littles on the way to a few stores.

Michelle went to a few clothes stores, just looking around. She didn’t buy much; she did pick up a few new shirts for herself, though, before going to the Little’s Store, which had everything littles needed, and picked up a few new onesies for Danny.

“How is your diaper holding up, little one?” She asked him as she stopped to order a drink. He wiggled around but didn’t say anything. She reached down to touch his crotch before sniffing. It was wet.

“Uh oh, someone needs a change!” She said with a giggle before turning back to order her drink, before placing it in the cupholder.

“Let’s go change your diaper!” She said, as she soon found a changing room. Inside was a large room, divided into three private sections. Each one had a large changing table, with a chair in the corner, a vending machine for items one may need (like extra diapers, powder, or wipes), and a trash can.

Michelle unbuckled him from the stroller and helped him on the changing table. There was no one else in here besides them at that point.

“After this, we will go to the Little’s Playground,” Michelle said as she unsnapped his onesie an pulled it up, revealing the diaper where she could see the blue line that stretched down the diaper, so there was no way to hide the fact he wet his diaper.

She pulled it down and wiped him up before placing a clean diaper beneath his bottom.

“There we go,” she said.

“Thank you, mommy.” He said, still holding onto his bear. Once he was all cleaned up, she placed him back in his chair, threw away the diaper, and washed her hands.

“Now, let’s go to the playground,” Michelle said as she pushed him out of the changing room.

The Little’s Playground was at the end of the mall. Inside of it, there was an array of things for littles to do. There was a table for coloring or finger painting, large blocks, a bounce house, books, and many other toys. There was an area for the grown-ups to hang out while the little’s play.

“Hey, Michelle!” Someone called out, waving her hand.“Hey, Danny.”

“Hey Marie,” Michelle said with a grin, happy to see her friend there, “where is little Zach?”

“He’s over there?” Michelle said as she pointed to a little boy who was playing with large blocks. He was wearing a blue shirt with shorts, but the shorts didn’t cover his thick diaper very well.

“Aw, your friend is here, Danny!” Michelle said as she began to unbuckle him, letting him free, “go have fun and be good!”

Danny shuffled out of his stroller and began to walk over to where Zach was. The two friends gave each other a quick hug before playing on the mat with the blocks.

“How are you doing?” Michelle turned to ask Marie, who was currently fixing her hair, holding the hair tie in her mouth as she used her free hands to pull the hair back in a bun.

“Not much,” Marie said, talking through the hair tie, “oh, though, Jeffrey did get a new job.”

“Oh, really? That is fantastic!”

“Yes, it is!” Marie said, “though I also plan to start working pretty soon as well.”

“Oh?:

“Yes, I don’t really need to work, but we are trying to buy a bigger place.”

“Are you going to be sending Zach to a daycare then?” Michelle asked, peering over at the young boys every once in a while to make sure they were okay.

“Yes,” Marie said with a sigh, crossing her arms, “I don’t want to, but I found a good place that has great recommendations.”

“I’m sure he’ll be okay,” Michelle said with a bright smile, “he is a good little boy.”

Marie smiled back at her, “thank you. What about you? Still planning on staying home.”

“As long as I’m able to,” Michelle said, “I’m glad that Jason, as a well-paying job that I have that option.”

“Very true,” Marie said with a nod of her head, “Oh, did you hear about Elizabeth?”

Michelle looked at her and nodded her head. Elizabeth was another female from their friend group. They all went to high school together. “Yes, I did. It’s so sad. I don’t know what I can do for her.”

“I know,” Marie whispered, “it doesn’t happen very often, does it – when a little wants to grow up?”

Indeed, there had only been a handful of times when little’s decided they didn’t want this lifestyle. They were able to stop taking the hormones (although whatever happens is permanent), and they’re able to go to the ‘other side’ and live a whole different life. Elizabeth’s young little, Penny, decided about a month ago she didn’t want to be a little anymore. Poor Elizabeth is heartbroken over it.

“She only needs time,” Michelle said. “We should visit her after a while, but let’s give her space for now.”

The two women didn’t say much after that. Michelle watched Danny as he went from playing with the blocks to going on the bounce house. She couldn’t imagine how she would feel if he decided to leave. She tried not to think about it, but sometimes it caused her a great deal of sadness when topics like this came up. Her heart hurt for her friend, Elizabeth, who was so sweet and caring.

“Oh, look at the time,” Michelle said as she looked down at her watch, “it’s getting late. We need to get going. It was lovely seeing you, Marie. We need to catch up one night for dinner.”

“I agree,” Marie smiled.

“Danny,” Michelle called her little boy, “It’s time to go, baby.”

Danny looked up at her with a sad face but didn’t move.

“Danny,” Michelle warned, her voice lowering, “come here now.”

He turned away from her, ignoring her words altogether. Michelle felt her face grow warm with anger as she walked over to him and pulled at his arm.

“Daniel Matthews,” she said, speaking his name in his ear, “you are in big trouble. You come now, or your punishment will be worst.”

He opened his mouth, letting out a small squeak as he was pulled away by his mommy. Zach waved at him before turning to play with someone else.

Michelle put him in the stroller and led him out of the playground and out of the mall.  Michelle didn’t say a word the entire way home; once they got home, she unbuckled him from the car seat and brought him inside.

“Come with me,” she said as she led him to the couch, sitting down before patting her lap. He knew what she wanted. Danny climbed over her lap, letting his bottom be high in the air. Michelle raised a hand and spanked him hard, four times; he let out a small whimper every time.

“Next time I call you,” she told him, “you obey. You understand?”

“Yes, mommy,” he whimpered, “I’m sorry.”

She patted his cheek, “go play in your room; I’m going to get some lunch started for us.”

“Okay,” he said as he waddled into his room as Michelle got up, with a deep sigh, and headed to the kitchen, trying to get rid of those nasty thoughts that loomed in her mind.

[A World of Littles]

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Chapter One

 

 

The sun shone brightly through the curtains as Michelle rolled over, groaning in her sleep, not wanting to get up. She opened her eyes to notice her husband, Jason, looking right at her.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He said that as he let out a small yawn and a stretch, the blanket fell off his body, revealing that he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

“Good morning,” she mumbled, still trying to wake up, “can I go back to sleep?”

“You have to wake up,” he said in a playful tone as he wrapped his arms around her and brought her close to him, kissing her nose lovingly.

“You’re always so horny in the morning,” she said in a straight voice, but laughed and kissed his lips.

“I can’t help it. You look so damn sexy,” Jason said as he pushed her blonde hair out of her face and looked into her green eyes.

She laughed and pushed him away. “you’re right; I can’t stay in bed all day. I have a lot to do.”

“Oh, come on,” he said, “come back in bed, we have time. It’s not like – “

His words were cut off by another voice that was in the room. Michelle sighed as she looked at the baby monitor on her bedside table. The noises were coming from there.

“I have to go; the baby is awake,” Michelle told him with a soft smile, but before she got out of bed, she kissed her husband gently on the lips.

“Ugh, fine,” he said, though she could tell by his voice that he wasn’t genuinely annoyed, “you get the baby up and ready, and I’ll make us some breakfast.”

“That sounds lovely,” she said as she got up and headed out of the room, but not before grabbing her robe and tying it around her body.

The baby’s room was about two doors down from theirs, which she liked just if he heard anything that a baby shouldn’t be hearing.

She got to the door and slowly opened it up.

“Good morning, sweetie.” She smiled brightly towards the crib, which sat a 20 something-year-old man, in nothing but a t-shirt with a train on it and a thick diaper.

“Morning, Mommy.” He said with a giggle as he wiggled about, but he didn’t try to get up.

“Did you sleep well,” she said as she walked over to him and pinched him on the cheek before her hand slipped to his diaper and pressed down, “It looks like someone has a wet diaper that needs to be changed, huh?”

He nodded his head, holding up his hand, indicating that he wanted help out of the crib.

“Okay, little one, let’s get you out,” Michelle said as she pulled down the crib rails and helped him step out of the crib and climb onto the large changing table on the opposite side of the room. His nursery was quite large; there was a large toybox beneath the window that had the name ‘Daniel” written across it.

“Daddy is making us some breakfast!” She cooed at him as she pulled his shirt up to make sure it didn’t get wet, “and mommy has a fun-filled day for her little boy!”

He squirmed but didn’t say anything as she began to untapped his diaper and pull it down, revealing his tiny and baby-like penis, which was completely hairless. She grabbed a few wipes, gently going over his private parts, using her free hand to hold up his legs as she did so. Once she was satisfied, she pulled out one of his diapers, which had little dinosaurs on it, and placed it beneath his bottom. She grabbed some powder and poured a generous amount before she taped up his diaper snuggly against him.

“There we go to a nice and clean diaper!” Michelle remarked as she grabbed a fresh, clean onesie from his dresser. This one was black but had colorful blocks on the front. She helped him into the onesie, snapping it on the crotch.

He sat up and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her on the cheek.

“There you go, baby, before we get some breakfast, mommy will let you have some milk,” she said as she kissed him back, helping him down from the changing table. There was a large rocking chair in the nursery, though it was a lot wider, almost like a bench. It could easily hold two adults. She sat down upon it, letting him curl up in her lap, as she pulled up her t-shirt and bra, revealing one of her breasts.

He nuzzled closer to her, wrapping his mouth around her nipples, and began to suckle. She rocked them back and forth, patting his diapered bottom as he continued to drink.

“There you go, little boy,” she hummed, enjoying the feeling of him feeding off of her. After a few minutes, she had him switch sides.

When he was finished, she jokingly patted his back.

“Time for breakfast!” She said as she poked him on the nose.

In the kitchen, her husband was waiting for them, having made pancakes.

“They smell delicious!” Michelle said she helped Daniel into his highchair by the table that had enough seats to fit about six people.

Jason placed a plate of cut-up pancakes with syrup and a kid’s fork onto his tray.

“Oh, wait!” Michelle said. “You need to take your medicine!” She rushed to the cabinet and pulled out a bottle, plopping two bills in her hand before grabbing a bottle and filling it with juice.

“Here, take this,” she said as she handed him the pills, he wasn’t hesitant to take them, sipping on his bottle for a moment before he dug into his breakfast.

Jason wrapped his arms around Michelle, kissing her cheek. “Hmmm, I wish you would have stayed in bed a bit longer.”

“Shh,” Michelle said, “we have little ears around.”

“Oh, he is fine,” Jason said as he looked over at little Danny as he was happily eating his pancakes, not paying attention to what the two of them are doing, “though sadly I have to leave for work.”

“There you go,” she said with a smile, “I told you things were going to change when we decided to adopt.”

“I know,” he said as he patted the young boy on the head, “and I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

“Good,” Michelle said with a broad smile, “oh, I forgot to mention that Eliza and Rick are coming over later on this evening for a playdate.”

“That is fine with me,” Jason said, “should I pick up some wine on the way home from work?”

“That would be lovely,” Michelle said as she grabbed a wet napkin and patted Danny’s face, “I know Danny loves to spend time with their little girl, Annie.”

“They are cute together,” Jason admitted with a nod of his head, “well I need to be going now, you be good for your mommy.”

“Yes, daddy.” He said meekly, grabbing another bite of food and plopping it in his mouth.

“Have a good day, dear,” Michelle said, kissing her husband on the cheek, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he said as he headed to the door, and Michelle turned around to look at her little boy sitting in the chair.

In their world, it makes complete sense to see a grown man sitting in a high chair with a big thick diaper on. When a child hits 18 years old, they are given a choice. They can live as adults, go to work, get married, and do whatever they want. However, if they wish to relive their childhood and never grow up, they can be adopted by parents who don’t want to have biological children and live like that.

Certain things have to take place, though; they have to take a pill that affects their hormones. It helps men’s penises become smaller, and they don’t grow hair any longer, their skin is a lot smoother, they look a bit younger. They still have an adult brain, but they certainly don’t act like it anymore.

Michelle and Jason adopted Daniel, aka Danny, a few years ago. Although technically Danny was 21 years old and Michelle and Jason were 26, they were the parents. They had legal guardianship over him. He couldn’t do anything without their permission.

“I love you, Danny,” Michelle said as she kissed the top of his head.

“I love you too, mommy.” He said with a large grin.

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Chapter Ten

Once they got into the bedroom, she pushed him down on the bed, removing all of his clothes as fast as possible. His face was red, unable to face her as she grabbed a thick diaper from the closer, some baby powder, an onesie, a pacifier, and a bottle. They have used all of those things over the years, but they weren’t used that often – when he spotted on the baby items, he felt himself grow smaller.

“Lift your bottom for mommy,” she said, and he did as he was told. She slid the diaper underneath his bottom before placing baby powder all over his crotch before pulling it up and making it snug. She pulled a blue onesie over his head before snapping it at the bottom.

“Is that comfy?” She asked him, and he nodded his head. She plopped the pacifier in his mouth before crawling onto the bed next to him. He curled himself into a ball as he dug his face into her chest as she wrapped her arms around him, letting one slide as she patted his bottom as she cradled him in his arms.

“This is a different part of us,” she told him softly, “I don’t take care of Nathanial and compare it to what I do to you. It’s an entirely different experience. I feel differently when I’m doing things with him, and when I’m doing things with you.”

He needed to hear those words from her, and he pressed himself even closer to her, letting himself relax in her arms. He was always afraid she would reject him, that she would say that it was over with the lifestyle and that he would have to give up this side of him. Now he understood that it was just as a big part to her as it was to him. That she couldn’t give it up either.

They stood there for a long time before she pulled away and pulled the pacifier out of his mouth.

“Are you hungry?” She asked, and he nodded his head.

She then sat up and pulled off her shirt and her bra. “I’ll admit, I’ve wanted to try this with you for a while.”

She wiggled, knowing what she was talking about. She wanted to try to really breastfeed him now that she was producing milk. He was always curious, too, wondering what his mommy tasted like.

He sat down on her lap, making sure he wasn’t squishing her, as he positioned himself where he could quickly wrap his lips around her and begin to suckle on her. She only let him feed on the side that Nathanial already provided on since her other breast was filled and swelling for him when he woke up. But, he was still able to taste the sweetness of the milk, and he enjoyed it.

Once he was done with that, she went and fetched him a bottle of real milk and fed him that way. As she put it, she wanted to make sure he filled that diaper fully up before the night was over with.

“I love you, mommy.” He said he gave her a pacifier kiss as they lay there cuddling on the bed, a few minutes after she was done feeding him. He was wiggling around. He hadn’t used the bathroom in a while, but he wanted to hold it in.

“I love you too, baby boy.” She said as she poked him on the nose, causing him to wiggle even more.

He was so thankful for her. He was the luckiest man and little boy ever. He couldn’t thank her enough for everything that she had done for him. He promised that he would work hard to make up for everything she had put him through since their son was born.
“It’s okay to use your diaper,” she then spoke a few minutes later, probably noticing that he was a bit more wiggly than he usually was, “you are a baby after all. Mommy doesn’t expect you to hold it in.”

He didn’t speak but just nodded his head as she pressed her hands against his diaper, feeling it swell up with warmth as he let go and filled the diaper up. He blushed as he kept on going, and he was worried that he was going to leak.

“Oh my!” She said with a giggle as she pressed her fingers even harder against his thick and wet diaper. “you really had to go! Look how big your diaper swelled up! It’s a good thing I put a diaper on you.”

He wiggled about with her words, feeling himself getting even more turned on. “Yes, mommy.”

“It’s going to take mommy a long time to change you. Your legs are going to get tired from being in the air.”

“Yes, mommy.” He said in a small voice, “I did make a big wet diaper for mommy.”

“You did,” she said with a giggle as she leaned up and gave him a large kiss on the cheek, “lay down on the bed, and mommy will change your yucky diaper!”

He did as he was told, wiggling about as he waited.

She returned a moment later with wipes and pealed off the tabs of his diaper, making sure to help hold his legs up in the air as she brought the diaper down, soon welcomed by his rigid member.

“Oh, someone is a bit excited about being in a wet diaper and then being changed.” She said as she poked his dick with the wet wipe before cleaning him up.

He couldn’t look at her directly, his face was a bright red, and he felt so little just lying there as she wiped him down. The cool, wet wipe against his skin felt good as she continued to make sure that he was completely clean, going slowly over his dick and his balls, teasing him the entire time.

“There we go,” she said, “all nice and clean.”

“Thank you, mommy.” He said as he tried to get up, but she pushed him back down.

“I’m not done yet.” She said as she then placed her lips at the tip of his penis and began to work her way down. He let out a gasp as she did, and he laid back down as she continued to go down on him. He bit his lip hard and wiggled about. She was always so good with her mouth, and it drove him crazy. It had been a while since they’ve been intimate.

“You like that baby?” She asked as she licked him.

 “Y-yes, mommy.” He said with a groan.

She let out a small laugh as she then got on top of him, letting herself ease onto him; he felt her warmth and wetness as she began to rock her hips back and forth, her breast jiggling with every movement.

“Oh, mommy.” He let out a gasp of pleasure as she leaned down and kissed him as she wiggled her ass, going up and down, giving him pleasure that intensified every second. He tried to calm himself to last enough to let her go first, but it was difficult since it had been such a long time, and she was so damn sexy.

“Don’t cum yet,” she would tell him as she rode him, slowing down whenever she thought he was getting too close, which just caused him to moan out in disappointment whenever she did, “you can’t cum until I do.”

He began to grab at her breast and rub them, playing with her nipples and biting his lip when he heard her moan with his touch.
“It’s happening,” she said as she began to grab at his chest, digging her nails in as the pleasure started to build up in her body, to the point that she couldn’t hold back anymore.

He wasn’t far behind her, and soon they were panting heavily on each other.

“That was amazing,” He said a few moments later, panting heavily.

“Indeed,” she said with a grin as she wrapped her arms around him, “that was really hot. We need to do that more often.”

“Haha, yeah, we do,” he said. They laid like that for about ten minutes, when they suddenly heard a cry from the baby monitor.

“Baby is up,” Samantha said with a sigh as she went to get up, but Jonathan pushed her back.

“Wait, you get ready for bed; I got this.” He said as he began to slip on some clothes quickly.

“You sure?” She asked.

“Yes,” he replied as he kissed her on the lips before leaving the room, walking into Nathanial’s room, and picking up the crying baby, as he patted his back and told him everything was going to be okay.

Because he knew it would be. He would no longer run away from his problems. If he were ever feeling lonely or sad again, he would talk to his wife instead of running. When Nathanial was born, he promised that he would do everything for him, but he neglected him for the past month. It would change now. He was going to be the father that he deserved as well as the husband that Samantha earned.

It was time for a new change in life.

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Chapter Nine

 

She was there sitting on the couch; her face was puffy and red from all the crying she had done. His heart broke when he saw her. He wanted to lay down at her feet and beg her for her forgiveness for how he had been treating her. He was only thinking about himself. He felt like he did worst than if he went out and cheated on her. He neglected her and their son. He wasn't sure how she could ever forgive him.

He shut the door behind him and walked over to her. She didn't say anything when he came back into the room. She watched him for a moment before turning her head away.

He knelt beside her, holding out his hand for her, but she wouldn't give it to him.

"It's true, isn't it?" She whispered, her voice breaking up, "you're leaving me for someone else."

"No," he said as urgently as he could, "not at all. That's not it, I promise."

"Then what is it, Jon?" She asked, looking at him straight in the eyes, "I've tried to get through to you, but you keep pushing me away. It's like you don't even care anymore."

"I do care!" He said a bit louder than he intended, "I do care. I care so much. I love you and our son more than anything."

"Then I don't understand why 

you're acting like this," she said, "you don't make any sense."

He just stared and looked at her. He wished he knew the right words to say. He opened his mouth, but he closed it again. He wanted to be honest with her; he wanted to open up to her.

"You can't even tell me," she said, "after everything we've been through. I thought we would always be able, to be honest with each other. If we don't have that…then do we have anything?"

"I'm trying," he told her, "it's just difficult."

"Why?"

"Because I'm scared." He yelled out.

She stared at him for along time. "Scared of what?"

"Of losing everything."

"We're already on the brink of losing everything." She told him. "I can hardly look at you anymore."

That broke him. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't be sorry," she told him, "just be honest."

"Everything is changing; it is just scary."

"You don't think I'm scared?" Samantha asked. "You don't think that I was worried about everything changing?"

"But, you're a natural at it."

"That doesn't mean I'm not scared. That doesn't mean I don't stay up at night thinking I'm doing something wrong. Or when Nathanial is screaming for hours, and I don't know what to do with him  - I feel like a failure."

Jonathan wasn't sure what to say to that. He always thought that she knew exactly what she was doing this entire time, but she was just as lost as he was.

He wanted to go to her, tried to comfort her, but he wasn't sure how, and honestly, at this point, he doubted that she wanted that from him.

"I'm sorry," it was the only thing that he could muster to say.

But, that appeared to be the wrong thing.

"Sorry isn't going to cut it," she told him, "I need more than that. I need you to be HERE with me!"

"I am here."

"You know what I mean," she told him, "look me in the eyes and tell me."

"I thought I was losing us!" He said.

"You are losing us," she retorted back, suddenly angry, "you're losing us by not being honest with yourself or me about how your feeling. DO you really think that keeping it is in is better than telling me what is going on?"

"No," he told her, I don't think that at all. I wanted to tell you that I wanted to be honest, but I could not find the words. I could pretend that I was okay, that I could forget that part of me that I could go on living this new life."

"New life?" She gave him a questioning look. "What do you mean by that? What new life. This is the same life! Sure, it's a bit different now that we have a kid, but you and are still the same."

"No, it's completely different, and that has been a hard thing for me to accept." He told her. "I feel like a total failure as a father and as a husband. It hurts me that I'm so jealous of how you treat our son. That you're so caring for him, that you baby talk him, the way you care for his every need – it makes me so jealous because that used to be me! BUT, how could I possibly be jealous of a baby? Who NEEDS us? How could I be so sick and twisted to want to take that away from our son?! I'm just a freak of nature who can't seem to understand that I'm an adult and I'm not going always to be able to do the stuff we used to. That lifestyle is in the past, and it hurts, and I'm angry and sad, and I feel lonely."

He started strong, yelling his words, but then as time went on and he kept speaking everything in his heart, he felt a weight off his chest, and his voice lowered, tears rolled down his cheeks until his last sentence was barely a whisper.

She didn't say anything. Her expression changed several times while he spoke, but he couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was she was thinking.

She then walked over to him; she placed her hands upon his cheeks, reached up, and kissed him.

He pushed her away. "How can you kiss me when I hold these horrible thoughts?"

"They're not horrible," she told him, "and everything you just said – is completely wrong. I don't feel that way at all."

"I don't know what you mean." He told her.

"I never once thought that part of us was over," she said.

"But… .it's been soo…long."

"I was tired," she said with a sad face, "I had a real baby to take care of, and you were so distant – you didn't tell me how you were feeling. This entire time I thought perhaps you regretted being a father, being with me, perhaps even cheating on me. I never once thought it was because you were worried about THIS. After all, this is who we are. That's not something we can change."

"So you don't think I'm a freak."

She laughed at those words. "Why would I think you were a freak? If you're a freak for liking all that stuff, then so am I since I enjoy it as well."

Her face fell as she looked at him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry that as both your wife and your mommy, that I neglected you. I should have known that you needed attention, that you, regardless of our children, will always be important to me. That I will always think you're sexy and adorable in a diaper and that I will always want to care for you."

"I'm sorry," he said, "I'm so sorry for everything. I'm sorry."

He kept repeating those words, to the point where they were both crying in each other's arms to the point where they had no tears left.

"I love you so much," he told her, "I truly do."

"I love you too," she said, "and I always will."

She then grabbed him by the hand and pulled him into the bedroom; not another word was spoken between them – for words were not needed at that moment.

 

[Time for a Change]

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Chapter Eight

 

The miracle of life – is something that will stay in your mind forever. Even though he had a million thoughts going through his head, even though most of it was a blur, the car drive there, getting Samantha into the hospital and watching her be in the room, at that moment, he couldn’t concentrate. He was running on instincts alone. Whenever Samantha needed him, he was right there. When she was yelling at him, he didn’t let it bother him. He listened to everyone around and did exactly what he should do.

However, when he looked back at it years later – it was clear as day. Except, he forgot all the confusion, all the panic, all the worry – and focused on the beautiful moment when his son was born.

They named him Nathaniel. He was perfect. As soon as they set their eyes upon him, they were in love. He was so tiny and small.

“You did amazing,” Jon said as he leaned down and kissed his wife. She worked so hard the past 10 hours laboring with their son, and it took her about thirty minutes of pushing for him to be born. Jon was amazed and not quite sure how she managed to do it all.

“He is so perfect,” she said, tears of joy running down her face, “he’s got your little nose.” She said with a giggle, and Jonathan beamed.

All his worries from before were washed away. His entire focus was now the little boy in front of him.

“Do you want to hold him, daddy?” One of the nurses said he nodded his head, though he was a bit worried; he never held a newborn before.

The nurses gently took him from Samantha and gave him to Jon, helping him support the little one’s head.

“Hey buddy,” he said as he held onto his son, looking down at his pink body, “I’m going to do whatever I can for you. I’m going to protect you and love you to the best of my ability.”

At that moment, the world was perfect.

The next few months were quite hectic. Sleepless nights, getting up with the baby, bottles, diapers, and everything else in-between. Jonathan was so focused on the son, he no longer even thought about his lifestyle. He didn’t feel jealous when Samantha breastfed when she cooed at him when his diapers were changed.

Jonathan was right beside his wife the entire time, dotting on his newborn son just as much as she was.

“We made a damn good looking baby,” he said one day as he held him in his arm.

“We sure did,” she said with a laugh, “although you were always cute, so I knew he was going to as well.”

He blushed at those words, but his thoughts didn’t trickle back to wearing a diaper. At least not right then. For a moment, he thought his fetish days were behind him. That this was a new phase in his life, and he would no longer need that part of him.

He was dead wrong, though.

If he only had known that eventually, those feelings would come back, and they would come back with a vengeance.

The urges became so strong that he found himself holding a diaper in his hands, moments from putting it on – before he shoved it away.

By the time his son was a month old, he had thrown away all his stuff (without Samantha knowing).

But, that didn’t help the urges.

Samantha had come to him several times and asked him what was wrong; he just said he was tired and okay.

But, he could feel himself pulling away from her. He was distant from everyone around him. He was moody. He couldn’t handle the stress of fatherhood as well; even though he loved his son too pieces, at times, it was too much to bear.

It was to the point where Samantha stopped trying. It was apparent he was hurting her. He could see it upon her face, but yet he couldn’t open it to her. He watched her several times and wanted to open up his heart – but he was too afraid.

He had no control over his life anymore.

He felt like he was walking through a black tunnel, and there was no escape. Even though he knew there was away, and all he had to do was speak out. He knew that he couldn’t keep living like this. It was just as painful as if he told Samantha his feelings, and she told him they were done with the fetish stuff.

He couldn’t sleep, he hardly ate, he took many sick days at work that they threatened to write him up.

He was drowning in his own emotions.

Could anyone save him?

Was it worth it anymore? He felt like a burden to himself, his wife, and even his son. He felt like he wasn’t the person he used to be, the person he should be. He felt like a failure.

Perhaps, it was best if he wasn’t there any longer.

“Jonathan?”

The voice was muffled. He was sitting on the bed, zoned out. He was wearing his work clothes still, not even having changed them. He turned his head to see Samantha standing there, her arms crossed over her chest and a look of concern spread across her face.

“Jonathan. You know if anything is bothering you, you can tell me, right?”

“I’m okay,” he said, trying to gather up his thoughts, “just been a busy day at work.”

“I know there is more than that,” she said, “you’ve been really distant lately….is everything okay? Are you happy?”

“I already told you,” he said with a sigh, “I’m fine.”

“Jon….” Her words were soft now, and he could see tears forming in her eyes, “are you cheating on me?”

“What?!” He retorted.

“Well? Ever since our son was born, you’ve changed. You’ve grown cold, not as loving as you used to be. What happened? Just tell me, please. If you’re cheating on me, maybe we can…”

“I don’t need to take this,” Jonathan said, knowing he was angry for no reason, but he couldn’t help it. It was like the lid of the bottle of emotions he held too tightly for so long was broken.

He shot up and started to head for the door.

“Where are you going?” She asked him.

“I don’t know,” he said, “I just can’t be here right now.”

He left her there, all alone.

He wasn’t even sure what he was doing,

He took a walk around the block, in a daze, trying to gather his thoughts together. He was an idiot. Why did he yell at her like that when she has done nothing wrong? He was the one that was pushing her away. He was moving her away because he was scared she would push him away. But, she didn’t know what was going on in his mind.

He hit himself, feeling like a fool and a failure.

He felt the hot tears burn his eyes, and he was no longer able to contain him. He fell onto the sidewalk and began to cry for a long time.

Afterward, he felt a lot lighter.

He knew it couldn’t keep going on like this. He needed to face the truth. For now, the darkness had grown too much, that at this point, he would instead her tell him she didn’t want to do anything more with him than go through this.

He got up and wiped himself off before heading back home.

“Samantha?” He said in a broken voice. “We need to talk.”

 

[Time for a Change]

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Chapter Seven

 

The next few months flew by in a blink of an eye. By that time, they had almost the whole nursery set up. They had a crib, a changing table; they had cute little stuff animals, diapers galore, bottles, clothes, and everything else you could think about. Every time they would walk in the store – Samantha would make a b-line for the baby aisle as Jon would follow behind her. She would go on and beam at all the little clothing, and Jon felt little all the time. He felt like everyone was looking at him and reading his thoughts.

 

Look at that grown man.

He blushes when his wife talks about baby stuff!

He must be one of those perverts that wear diapers!

 

Although, not a single person could be around – and he would still have those thoughts. They ate at him. They ate at him to the point that he no longer found joy in wearing diapers – he only found shame and disappear. Though, the desire to wear diapers – to be treated little, didn’t vanish though. Even though every time he was done wearing a diaper, he would look at himself with disgust – but the urge would always come back to him.

It was like a dark shadow that was around him.

It reminded him of his youth, how he would hide his fetish away.

It wasn’t until he met Samantha that he fully started to accept himself, with her help. But, now, he was hiding it from her.

There was one time that she caught him wearing a diaper. She told him she was going out with some friends for the day. She was about five months pregnant at this point. It was right around when they were setting up the nursery. Once she left the house, about ten minutes later, the urges came to him.

He tried to hold them back; he wanted to suppress them. But, it got the best of him, and he soon found himself in a diaper sitting on the couch.

About twenty minutes later, he filled it up and then began to play with himself. Rubbing his hand against his crotch, the warmth of the diaper against his skin brought him over to the edge.

In the middle of him rubbing himself, the door opened, and he shot up.

His wife walked in and looked at him.

“Oh,” she said with a little giggle, “sorry, I was halfway there when I realized I forgot something.”

“Oh,” he said, feeling really embarrassed as he watched as she walked past him. She returned a few moments later, kissed him on the cheek, and left.

She didn’t look at him in disgust, but she also didn’t tease him like she used to do. Before, if she had caught him wearing a diaper, she would always make time to tease him about it, even if she were in a hurry. A few times, she would say how he should still be wearing it when she returned home.

It was like that part of her was distant lately, and she no longer cared if he wore a diaper or not.

It broke his heart a little bit.

Once she left, he took off the diaper without finishing and took a shower – feeling humiliated and alone.

It had been a few months since they had done anything diaper related – although they did have sex a couple of times. She had teased him here and there and made some remarks – especially when they were getting the nursery set up. It was few and far between, nothing like how it used to be – where it was almost daily.

He felt like the life he knew was fading away.

He was scared.

After that incident, he didn’t touch a diaper for several weeks.

Samantha never said anything about it – she never told him to wear a diaper – she was so wrapped up in everything going on with the baby. Not that he couldn’t blame her – not that he wasn’t also excited about the birth of his son.

He was right there beside her for every doctor’s appointment. He helped her set up the nursery. He stayed up late with her when she wasn’t feeling well, taking care of her. He remembered almost cried when he felt him move within his wife’s belly. It was exhilarating. It was the most beautiful and terrifying thing ever.

He had dreams of when his son was born, and he began to get excited about all the things they could do together. They could go fishing, go to sports games, they could play video games, and so forth.

But, still, that dark thought lingered in the back of his mind, and he couldn’t shake it off.

There were times he would pace back and forth, trying to fight the temptation of putting a diaper on. No, he wasn’t a little boy anymore. He was a grown man. He was going to be a father. Perhaps he just had to admit that part of their life was over. This was a new chapter. At one point, he packed up all his little stuff and attempted to throw it away, but he couldn’t get that far. Every single time he tried, he would place it back down again and cry.

He felt so stupid. He felt selfish. He was going to be a dad; his life wasn’t about himself anymore. He had to worry about another person. He didn’t want to be afraid or jealous or upset. He wanted to have happy and ecstatic as his wife was and just that. He didn’t want to have moments where he was in complete awe and wonder about the prospects of a new baby, and then the next moment, he was beating himself up for wanting to throw on a diaper and have his wife care for him like he was a baby too.

There were a few times he was close to telling his wife. They were in the middle of doing something, and he reached out and started to speak. But, when she caught his eye, he would change the subject on the dime.

He was worried that she would 1) tell him what he feared, that he was right and needed to get rid of this lifestyle and that she didn’t want to be a part of it, or 2) tell him that he was selfish for only thinking of himself. It’s not just about him anymore.

Of course, a few times, he imagined her telling him that she’ll always be his mommy and that she’ll still care for him, but those thoughts were short-lived.

As the days grew closer, it just increased the worst, and his fears intensified.

When suddenly, it was late at night, and Samantha suddenly woke him up.

“It’s time!” She called out. He rubbed his eyes as he sat up on his elbows and looked at his wife.

“What?” He muttered.

“It’s time, Jon! The baby is coming!” She said, her face winching as she pressed her hands against her gigantic belly.

At that point, he was awake.

“Oh shit,” he said, “okay! Grab the bag, and let’s get to the car!” He said, trying to remember exactly what they practiced for this moment.

He grabbed her hospital bag and helped her out of bed; they stood there for a moment.

“I love you,” he told her.

“I love you too,” she replied.

They smiled before he helped her out of the room and to the car.

[Time for a Change]

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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.

 

[Time for a Change]

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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.

[Masturbating In Your Diaper, The New Infidelity ?]

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 ??