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Chapter Four

 

Even though the movie was about twenty minutes or so from ending, it felt like an eternity. Before when he messed his diapers, it was cleaned up right away, but this was different. Jonathan’s whole face was red – perhaps his entire body! Not once did Samantha take her hand from his diapered bottom. She was continually patting it and rubbing it in, causing him to wiggle and feel even littler. This reminded him of the time when they were still in college when he would be in a diaper after a long day of classes, and they would cuddle on the couch and watch TV all night. Those days when they didn’t have as many worries or concerns. He would lay his head on her lap, and she would play with his hair.

He closed his eyes, feeling himself drift to sleep.

“Hey, little one.”

He opened his eyes and let out a small yawn as he looked up at his wife, looking down at him.

“You fell asleep, silly.”

“Oops,” he replied, “sorry. Is the movie over?”

“It’s been over for about fifteen minutes,” she told him, “but you looked so cute that I couldn’t wake you up!”

“Oh,” he said as he turned to look away from her. It took him a moment to remember that he was lying on the couch in a very wet and messy diaper, “um, are you going to change me now, Mommy?”

“I don’t know,” Samantha said, “you look so cute in a thick diaper; it makes it difficult for me to want to change you.”

“Please,” he said. The diaper was beginning to get a little uncomfortable, and he was worried about getting a diaper rash as well.

“Maybe, but first,” she said, before she slipped her fingers on top of his crotch, pressing down slightly, feeling his bulge. He bit his lip as she began to massage him through the diaper. He groaned and wiggled about as she continued to give him pleasure through his diaper.

She continued to press as hard as she could, but then would lessen up. A few times, she would grab hold of him through the diaper and began to jerk him off that way.

Either way, however, she touched him; it drove him wild. He moaned and shifted about, the pleasure too much for him.

But right when he was at the peak of the pleasure, she stopped.

“Before you can get off,” she replied, “you need to help me.”

It was then that she stood off, sliding her pants and underwear and sitting back down on the couch, spreading her legs.

Jon licked his lips as he slid off the couch.

“Yes, mommy.” He replied as he positioned himself right in-between her, sticking his face right into her, and began to lick up her juices.

As he went down on her, she grabbed hold of his hair and began to yank on it as she started to moan in pleasure as well – which just excited him more. He loved giving pleasure to his wife, his mommy, his best friend.

After a while, she pulled his head back; she was panting hard, her hair sticking to her face from the sweat.

“Good boy,” she said, “now go into the bedroom.”

He nodded his heads as he pulled himself up and made his way into the bed, though it was a bit difficult to walk. He felt like his diaper was going to leak any second. He took small steps, feeling the mess mush around with every step.

He made his way into the bedroom, but then he just stood there. He didn’t want to lie down on the bed, in fear that the mess would squeeze out of his diaper and spread across their sheets.

This time, his mommy came in pretty soon afterward – having her shorts back on. She had a towel in her hand, as well.

“Here we go; this will protect the blankets and sheets from your stinky behind,” he said, waving her hand over her face.

He didn’t say anything, just watched as she laid the large towel on the bed, and then he got on top of it, lying down and spreading out his legs.

“You’re such a big stinky baby,” she said with a giggle, poking his diaper with her finger, “what am I going to do with you?”

“I don’t know,” he said in a small voice, too embarrassed (and turned on) to think straight.

“It’s going to take me such a long time to change you,” she said with a sigh as she went to the closet to pull out the diaper wipes.

“Tell me, what did you do?” She asked.

“I messed my diaper, mommy.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m a baby boy,” he muttered; his face was on fire. He wanted to crawl in a little bawl and hide away from the world. He wasn’t sure how much more of this he could handle.  Every word she spoke, every touch, every sensation was driving him crazy.

“That is correct, mister.” She said as she reached down and tickled his stomach slightly, causing him to giggle and wiggle about, “you are nothing but a stinky baby boy that mommy has to change!”

“Thank you,” he said meekly.

She patted his diapered bottom once again before tearing at the tabs and pulling the diaper down, revealing the massive mess in the diaper.

“Oh, boy!” she said as she waved her hand in front of her face, “what a stinky boy!”

He bit his lip at her reaction to his mess. She grabbed the top of the diaper and wiped down his front, getting as much mess as she could off before gabbing the wipes. She lifted his legs high in the sky as she began to wipe him down.

“I suppose this is good practice,” she said as she put the used wipes in the diaper and grabbed some fresh ones, “after changing your large diapers – a baby should be a piece of cake.”

After she spoke, she paused for a moment. Not for a long time, but enough for him to notice. She blanked out, stared into space as if she was deep in thought. He opened his mouth to say something, but then she shook her head and continued to clean him up.

He had a terrible feeling in his gut.

“We are almost clean,” she said as she grabbed a few more wipes before finishing him off. She then took the soiled diaper and wrapped it up as tightly as she could, “I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.”

He nodded his head, looking up at the ceiling. He didn’t think of anything, just laid there staring. His whole body was numb, for he was too worried to think, assume, and wonder what it was she was thinking.

She returned a minute later.

“Thank you, mommy.” He replied as she walked over to him, bending down to kiss him on the lips.

“You’re welcome, baby,” she said as she crawled on top of him, continuing to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around her and brought her close. At that moment, he didn’t want to think about anything else but having her in his arms.

 

[Time for a Change]

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Chapter Three

 

“We are having a boy! I can’t believe it!” Samantha cried, genuine tears running down her cheek. They had just gotten back from the 15-week scan to see their baby – finding out the gender in the process. Samantha cried on the spot – and was still crying as they drove back home. Jon was mostly silent; his thoughts were processing all the emotions he was feeling. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t happy – that wasn’t the case at all. He loved the idea of having a son. But, it was also starting to get very real with him as well. He was going to be a father. There was going to be a baby in the house.

“Are you okay?” Samantha asked as the silence dragged on forever.

“Oh, yes, sorry,” Jon said, “there is just a lot on my mind.”

“I know,” she said with a sigh, and for a moment, he thought she understood and knew his worries, but then, “it’s going to be tough, but you’re going to make a great father.”

“And you a great mother,” he said, “I should know that.”

“That’s different,” she said, but with a smile.

“Of course.”

“We need to start thinking of names,” she told him.

“We have plenty of time for that,” Jonathan said, reassuring her.

“Maybe,” she said, “I’ve heard of couples who couldn’t think of a name until AFTER the baby was born! I don’t want our son to be born without a name.”

“True,” Jonathan said as they soon pulled up to the house.

“I think I’m going to take a little nap,” she said with a stretch, “I’m super tired.”

“That sounds like a brilliant idea; you take all the rest you need,” Jonathan said as he took her hand and led her into the house before kissing her cheek.

“You’re so sweet,” she said with a bright smile, “perhaps, later on, we can cuddle on the couch and watch a movie.”

“That sounds perfect.”

She wandered off into the bedroom, closing the door behind her. The thought of cuddling on the couch excited him. In the past, it was always the time he would put on a diaper. They would snuggle up to watch a movie with her once in a while. Reaching over and checking his diaper and teasing him if he was wet. A few times, she would grab a bottle and feed him as he laid his head on her lap. It was the perfect night after a long week, and he always looked forward to it.

The one moment he got lost in, he felt his safest when he felt the most comfortable. He loved the feeling of his wife tapping on his diapered bottom or reaching over to pinch his cheeks. She loved every tease and every word of affection. It was something he didn’t want to lose when they had their child.

But, perhaps things wouldn’t be so different after all. He knew that when his son grew older, he couldn’t be wearing just a diaper and a t-shirt around the house. But, if they could still have those memorable nights, he would be okay with it.

He smiled as he went to grab himself a cup of coffee at the thought before heading to the computer and logging on, deciding to play some games while Samantha rested. She was probably in the bedroom for a little over an hour before she stumbled out.

“How are you feeling?” He asked her, looking up from the computer.

She wiggled her hand a little bit, “I’m feeling okay. Do we have any ginger ale?”

“We should.”

“I need to get some,” she said as she made her way into the kitchen. He hated to see his wife like this. She was often very healthy; he hardly saw her sick in the entire time he had known her. He could remember a few times she had gotten the flu and was in bed for a week, but nothing like she had been through in the past 15 weeks.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” He asked her.

“No,” she said as she began to sip on her glass of ginger ale, “it’s just part of the pregnancy. I’ll be fine, and it will be worth it in the end.”

He smiled at her. “That’s true. Do you still want to cuddle on the couch later?”

“Of course,” she said, “I look forward to it. I think I’m going to go take a nice long bath, though.”

She walked over to him and kissed him on the head before placing her glass in the sink and heading to the bathroom.

He felt helpless in this situation; he wished there was something he could do to make her feel better. But, all he could do is watch her and then think of himself for being selfish for worrying about himself this entire time.

After her bath, Samantha seemed to be doing a lot better; they ordered some Chinese take-out as they looked for a movie to watch. Jonathan put on a thick diaper and cuddled in her lap as they ate and put on a new movie on Netflix.

“This is wonderful,” he said. She ran her fingers down his back.

“It sure is,” she replied, snuggling even close to him.

They stayed like that during the entire movie, hardly talking. He wiggled around; he felt the need to use his diaper – he had drunk a cup of coffee before they watched the movie, and afterward, he had a beer (she had some juice). He felt his bladder pushing against him, but he held back. He always enjoyed waiting as long as he could. Sometimes Samantha would come around and pat his diaper and tell him to let go since he was a little boy and all.

Just the thought caused him to blush.

However, towards the end of the movie, he felt like he couldn’t hold back anymore – and let the feeling of warm pee slip out of him and into his diaper – swelling it up all around him. He wiggled a bit more now, feeling the thickness of the diaper expand as he filled it up.

At the same time, though, he felt a rumble in his stomach, and he bit his lip. It wasn’t as if they weren’t into him messing his diaper. He had done it quite a few times, but it wasn’t something as regular as wetting – and it made him way more embarrassed to do it than just wetting.

He tried to hold back, but the mixture of the coffee and the alcohol wouldn’t let him. He closed his eyes tightly. There were still at least twenty minutes left of the movie, and at this point, he was hardly paying attention. Samantha glanced down at him.

“Are you okay?” She asked. “It’s not a scary movie, baby.”

“I’m not scared,” he mumbled, “I’m okay.”

He knew he was a terrible liar. He knew that with one look (and probably sniff too) at his diaper, that he had filled it up. But, did she knew that he was about to mess it?

She didn’t say anything though, in the corner of his eye, she saw him smirk as she turned her attention back to the movie.

He buried himself into her as he felt her fingers slide down to his bottom and began to pat and rub it, almost as if she was encouraging him to give up the fight and just let it go. But, even with her support in the matter, he was too embarrassed too. He almost got up to go to the bathroom when Samantha pushed him back down.

He knew he couldn’t fight back anymore.

He closed his eyes and let go of everything.

Samantha was still patting and rubbing his bottom as he pushed and let the mess slide from his bottom and push against the diaper, filling up the back; he even wet a little bit more.

When he was finished, he hides his face in her lap, unable to look at her.

But, she still didn’t say anything, just continued to pat and rub the mess all around as they finished watching the rest of the movie.

[Time for a Change]

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Chapter Two

 

Jon sat on the couch, flipping through the channels. It was a Thursday afternoon, but he was staying home from work. He had woken up with cold-like symptoms and decided to take the day to rest and relax. He was wearing a white tank top and shorts – but underneath them was a thick diaper. It wasn't his idea to wear the diaper; Samantha – his mommy, said that since he was sick – he should wear a diaper just if he had any accidents and that he wasn't allowed to change at all until she got home.

Just remembering that conversation made him blush.

"What do you think you're doing?" Samantha asked him as Jonathan was beginning to get dressed.

"I'm getting dressed?" He asked; he had just gotten out of the shower and was still slightly damp.

"I mean with that," she said as she pointed to his boxers he was holding. He blushed but didn't say anything. "lay down on the bed."

He obeyed her, lying down on the bed, completely naked. She soon returned with a thick diaper, sliding it beneath him and taping it up.

"You need to wear this just in case you have any accidents," she said with a sly smile, "and because little boys can't change themselves, I suppose you're going to have to wait till I get home."

He gulped at those words, "o-okay."

And here he was a few hours later, with a slightly wet diaper, trying his best not to over soak it before she came home in a couple of hours.

It had been a while since she had put him in a diaper. They used to do it, about two to three times a week when it's been almost a month. He frowned at the thought. He knew they had a lot going on, lots of doctors' appointments, and planning before the baby arrived. Samantha was only eight weeks pregnant and had only just started telling people.

In the back of his mind, he had that constant worry about everything changing. Not just the fact he was worried his lifestyle would be no more – but the fact that he was going to be a father. Was he ready for that? After all, he was sitting here in a thick wet diaper.

He shook his head; no, it's just his fetish and his lifestyle – he had a great job, he had a house, a beautiful wife, he had everything any other man had.

How is your diaper doing?

The text came from his wife; she must be at lunch at work.

It's holding up.

Send me a picture!

He blushed at her request but did as she asked. He stood up and slid down his shorts before snapping a picture of his diaper and sending it to her.

Very nice! I'm sure it's going to be really wet soon! Hopefully, you don't leak!

I won't, mommy.

Oh! I forgot to tell you that my next doctor's appointment is in 2 weeks, and we may get a sonogram to see the baby!

The sudden change of topic startled him.

That's great, hun. I'll see you after work. I love you.

I love you too xoxo

He set the phone down and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He knew everything was going to be okay, and he was overreacting.

By the time it was getting to the point when Samantha would be home, his diaper was almost to the end of leaking – he was just happy he didn't have to mess his diaper. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to wait for her to get home.

"I'm home!"

The voice filled up the room as his wife opened the front door and walked in; at this point, Jon was in the kitchen washing the dishes, though he had to stand weirdly as his diaper was sliding off from his hips.

"There is my little boy," she said with a giggle as she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him on the cheek.

"Hey," he said with a giggle, "how was work."

"Long, I'm glad to be home." She said before letting her fingers slide down and touch the crotch of his diaper, "oh my, your diaper is really full!"

He nodded his head, too embarrassed to even speak. She kept her fingers there, letting them press in before she pulled the back of his shorts out (and his diaper) and peaked him.

"Yup! Someone is in a desperate need of a diaper change."

"I do, mommy." He said with a wiggle, "my diaper is soaked."

"Then we better get changed before we get dinner started, huh?"

He nodded his head, feeling himself feel smaller by every second. Samantha twisted her fingers in his and led him to the bedroom where he laid down on the bed. He wiggled and turned as she pulled the tabs of his diaper.

"Let's get this little boy out of this wet diaper!" she said with a giggle; the sound of the diaper echoed in the room before she pulled down his soaked diaper. He covered his face with his hands as he smelt the aroma of pee filled the air.

"Oh my!" she said as she waved her hand over her face. "you poor thing! Been sitting in this wet diaper all day!"

She grabbed some wipes and began to wipe him down, carefully going everywhere gently. She rolled the diaper up in a ball and set it to the side.

"I think someone needs to go take a shower to make sure they're all nice and clean before mommy gets dinner ready."

"Oh, okay." He said, feeling a bit disheartening that it didn't go anywhere. He stood up as she kissed him on the cheek, but not before pressing her fingers against his penis.

"Perhaps if you're a good boy," she whispered in his ear with a chuckle before walking out of the room. Jonathan stood there for a few moments, half-naked before he made his way into the shower. Once he was done, he could smell the aroma fill the air of spaghetti.

"That smells delicious," he said as he licked his lips.

"You're all nice and clean?" Samantha asked as she looked over to him, stirring the pot of sauce in front of her.

He nodded his head.

"Good, now sit down, little one." She said.

They sat down with their plates as they began to eat.

"This is so good, thanks, mommy." He said he stabbed his food with his fork and plopped it in his mouth, slipping it down. Samantha shook her head at him but was smiling.

"You're welcome," she said as she took a smaller bite.

He opened his mouth but shut it closed. He wanted to ask her if they would still talk like this when they were parents. What would change? He wanted to express his fears…however.

"Uh oh," Samantha suddenly said, clutching her hand to her mouth as she shot out of her chair and rushed to the bathroom. Jonathan quickly followed her, finding her kneeling over the toilet.

"Are you okay, mommy?" He asked.

"No," she said, "I feel awful. I guess I can't have spaghetti anymore. I think I'm going to go lie down."

"Okay," Jonathan said, "I'll clean everything up. Do you need anything?"

She shook her head, "No."

He watched as she made her way into their bedroom, closing the door behind her. His gut was torn up, feeling both bad for his wife for having feeling ill from the pregnancy – and slightly guilty; he was also upset that nothing was going to happen tonight.

He brushed it off, deciding to let it go and clean up the kitchen for her.

Little did he know that at that moment, everything would change.

[Time for a Change]

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Chapter One

“I’m pregnant!”

Those words would ring in his ear for the rest of the day. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t happy by the fact that his wife of five years was pregnant. No, it was quite the opposite. He was thrilled as they had wanted to start a family. However, it was different now that it had become a reality. She walked around the house for the rest of the day, talking about everything baby-related, how they were going to sit up the spare bedroom into a nursery, talking about all the baby clothes and the toys and everything else associated with a new baby.

In a typical household, that would be completely normal, and it wouldn’t affect anyone.

However, this was different.

The entire time she went around speaking about the baby, looking through Pinterest at cute nursery ideas – her husband was walking around in nothing but a t-shirt and a thick diaper.

He always enjoyed the feeling of a diaper against his skin; he remembered that he never wanted to be potty trained, and it took his mother until he was four years old to win the battle finally. But, she lost the war because it was something he would carry with him for the rest of his life.

He met his current wife in college when he was still having problems accepting himself and his fetish. When he finally opened up to her, she held him as he cried. She never left him, and to this day, she had stuck by him and supported him and even grown to love the lifestyle as well.

They talked about having children when they got married, but they never really spoke about how it would affect their relationship – as mommy and little boy.

Would she no longer wish to be a part of that anymore? Would it be selfish if he expected her too? He was worried about saying anything, so he didn’t say anything.

“Oh! This would look so cute!” She said as she showed him an underwater themed nursery that she found.

“That is adorable,” he said with a smile, “though isn’t it too early to be looking at all that stuff?”

“Maybe,” she said with a sigh, “but I’m just so excited; we’ve been trying for so long I was beginning to worry that we wouldn’t get pregnant.”

He reached out and grabbed her hand, “I know Samantha, but perhaps we should wait until at least the doctor’s appointment?”

She set down her phone and took a deep breath. “You’re right. I’ll try to hold off. I don’t plan on telling anyone for a bit anyway, to be safe.”

“I love you,” he said as he kissed her.

“And I love you, Jon,” she replied with a broad grin, “I can’t believe we are going to be parents.”

“Same here,” he said as he wiggled about, starting to feel a bit foolish that he was talking about being a father when he currently was in a pretty wet diaper. It wasn’t long before he felt the fingers of his wife pressing against his crotch.

“It appears that someone might be just a little bit wet,” she said with a giggle, her green eyes were sparkling with unspeakable joy, “does someone need a change.”

He blushed at those words, unable to speak, as he just nodded his head.

“Okay, go to the bedroom and wait for me, and I’ll be right there.” She said with a wink as she walked away. He watched her, her long brown hair swaying as she walked. She was gorgeous, and he was so incredibly lucky to have her in his life. He didn’t want to admit to her his worries about their future together.

He obeyed her and got up and headed to their bedroom, lying down on the bed as he waited for his wife to come. Samantha took her time, though, however. He figured she just wanted to clean something up first, but as the time ticked, he realized that she was doing this to tease him.

It worked.

Ten minutes passed as he was still lying there on the bed with a wet diaper. He wiggled around as he took his hand and pressed it against his crotch, biting his lip. When did he start to like wearing diapers so much? He closed his eyes as he tried to remember when and why he enjoyed them so much. He was the oldest sibling, and he recalled getting super jealous of all the attention his younger siblings were getting. Perhaps that is what started his eagerness to slip back into diapers and be spoiled.

“Were you waiting a long time, baby?” He heard Samantha’s voice, and he lifted his head to see her standing by the doorway – completely naked. He felt his cheeks blush as he looked away, feeling his dick throb inside his diaper.

Even though they’ve been together for quite some time now, still seeing her naked got him excited. She was so incredibly sexy with her perky breast and curves. He wiggled around as she walked closer to him before leaning down and pressing her fingers against his wet crotch.

“Someone is a naughty boy,” she said with a giggle, “I can feel your excitement that mommy is about to change you.”

“Please,” he said with a blush and a wiggle.

“Hmm, begging, are we?” she said, still pressing her fingers against his crotch, her hair falling over, “but should I?”

He bit his lip hard as she continued to tease him.

“My little boy needs a big diaper change! Look how wet he is!” She said as she began to move her hand all around. The wet diaper’s sensation is pressed against his dick caused him to wiggle even more and moan slightly from the pleasure.

“Mommy,” he whispered, “please change me.”

“I’m still not sure,” she said, pretending to ponder over it.

“Please, mommy, I’m wet,” Jonathan said, almost whimpering now.

“Hmmm, I suppose I could.” She said with a twisted grin, obviously very much enjoying the torture (and pleasure) that she was giving to her husband.

“Please,” he whimpered again.

At this point, she obliged her husband, straightening up as she headed to their closet, where they held all their diaper supplies. He watched her naked form, so perfect, as she reached in the back to grab a fresh diaper, some wipes as well as some baby powder.

“My little boy is in such a wet diaper; I suppose your mommy couldn’t just leave you in such a pitiful state.”

She placed the stuff down beside him, licking her lips in the process. She then slowly tore open the sides of the diaper, pulling them down to reveal the hard penis that popped up.

“Oh my, someone is a little excited, huh?” She said with a giggle as she poked his penis with her finger. “I suppose we should take care of that first, huh?”

He nodded his head in agreement; his eyes were pleading with her.

She pulled the wet diaper back up and wrapped it around his hard dick, starting to move it up and down slowly. He wiggled like crazy at the feeling of the wet diaper tightly secured against his member. He moaned and arched his back, closing his eyes as he felt the pleasure build up.

“Come on and make a bigger mess in your diaper so that mommy can change you.” Samantha continued to tease him, going faster – and then slower. He reached out and grabbed the sheets, twisting them in his fingers.

It wasn’t long before he fully released; he fell back onto the bed and breathed hard.

“Good boy!” She said with a giggle as she grabbed some wipes and began to clean him up, taking her time to get every little spot. She then slid a fresh, clean diaper beneath his bottom and sprinkled some baby powder on his crotch before taping it up and kissing his diapered crotch.

“Such a sweet little boy I have!” She said with a giggle. “I wonder what it’s going to be like when I have two babies to take care of.” She reached down and pinched his cheek before grabbing the used diaper and walking out of the bedroom.

Two babies?

He frowned at that. Would that be the case? He couldn’t help but be afraid that after the baby was born, she would want nothing to do with his lifestyle – which made him feel guilty for even thinking it.

But, what if that did happen?

[A Tale of Diapers and Dragons]

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Chapter Ten

 

At that moment, she had no thoughts or reasons for the past or even her future. Delilah's thoughts were solely focused on the moment with Prince Henry. Her thoughts were in the past when the person broke her heart she thought she was supposed to be with. She also wasn't thinking about the fact her father released her from her duty of marriage. She was now free to rule the country without having a husband. No, she was too focused on him at the moment.

Because right now, nothing else seemed to matter.

His warm breath again her cheek as she kissed his neck.

His heart was racing in his chest as she pressed down upon him, straddling on top. She was never one to be so aggressive, believe it or not. She always let the man take the lead, but something inside her broke free and was released into the wild.

"Wait," he said as she continued to work her way downward, letting her hands feel him all about.

"Why?" She asked him. "Do you not like this?"

"I-I do," he admitted, "It's just that…"

"Shut up," she said, pressing her lips against his.

He opened his mouth to speak once again but shut it. She got off of him, but only long enough to strip down to her bra and underwear, instructing him to get undressed as well, leaving him only in a diaper.

"Do you enjoy wearing this?" She asked him.

He blushed, unable to find any words to speak, but he nodded his head.

"I think you look adorable." She said as she bit her lip. "I always used it for humiliation purposes, to push people away….but now."

She pressed her fingers against his wet diaper even more, to the point she could feel his hard dick beneath it.

"Now, it is exciting."

She pressed her lips against him, pressing her body against his as he wrapped his arm around her, and she felt a chill run down her spine.

How come he was affecting her like this?

How come she wanted more? She wanted to continue to kiss him, to touch him, for him to touch her. She wanted to feel him, to know him.

"Stop," he said again, and this time, she obeyed.

"You don't want me?" She asked, and he shook his head.

"Of course I do," he told her, "but I don't want to rush into things…I want to do if…properly."

She pushed herself off of him; she felt like a fool. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize."

"I'm an idiot; here I am throwing myself onto you and…." She felt the tears sting her eyes.

"Delilah," he whispered, "It's not that I don't….I mean, look at you! You're gorgeous! But, I don't want to ruin something…that could become something amazing."

"You're right," Delilah said, "I got a bit carried away."

Prince Henry kissed her on the cheek. "I do really like you. Perhaps tomorrow night, we can an actual date?"

"I would like that," Delilah admitted to him. Prince Henry grabbed her hand and gave her a gentle squeeze before he got up and got dressed. She watched him, not saying a word. She had a million thoughts going through her mind and wasn't sure if there were any words to say. She still felt like a little bit of a fool for coming onto him so strongly, but she felt reassured by his words when he said it was okay.

"Get some sleep," he said once he was fully dressed, bending down to kiss her on top of her head as he started to make his way to the door, "good night."

"Good night," she whispered back.

Once he was gone, she went to take a shower and get ready for bed – but had a hard time falling asleep – as she only thought about him pressed up against her.

 

"Come on, dear, we need to get you ready," Sylvia said as she was brushing Delilah's hair the following night.

"Oh, Sylvia, I'm nervous."

"It will be fine," Sylvia hummed.

"But, what if I screw it up again?"

"You're not going too," Sylvia said, "you're a great person; anyone would be lucky to be with you."

Delilah smiled at those reassuring words. She decided to wear a light blue dress this evening with her official date with Prince Henry. She felt sick to her stomach at the thought of how tonight would plan out.

About half an hour later of getting dressed, she heard a knock on the door.

It was him.

She took her time opening the door, seeing him standing there, all dressed up in a dark navy suit. He looked so handsome.

"You look amazing," He said with a smile as he held out his arm to her, "are you ready?"

"Yes," she said as she linked her arm with his and followed him down the corridor.

She had no idea what exactly he was planning.

He soon brought her to a horse-drawn carriage, helping her inside the carriage carefully as the two snow-white horses prodded their feet impatiently.

"Wow," she said as they rode along the castle grounds, "where are we going?"

"It's a surprise," he told her.

It wasn't long before she figured out exactly where he was taking her. The village, the night when the rouges attacked, got stuck in a cavern because of the rain. They pulled up to the cavern that they stayed at, but it looked a bit different. A large blanket was laid upon the ground, with a small table and two chairs—a lantern sitting in the middle of the table to light up the cave.

 

"Oh, my," Delilah breathed out, her heart pounding in her chest. It was so simple, but yet so much at the same time.

"This was the place that you first let your guard down around me," he said as he helped her off the steps, "I want us to take our first steps at a relationship…here."

"It's amazing," she said, "no one has ever done anything like this before."

"Not everyone is me," he said with a wink.

He held out the chair for her, helping her slide into the table. He then left for a moment, walking back to the carriage to grab a large basket that held their food. Inside was some chicken, veggies, rice, and some cake for dessert.

"I hope you like it," Prince Henry said, "I'm not the best cook."

"You cooked this?!" Delilah asked in amazement.

"Yes," he answered.

"Oh wow," Delilah said, "that's amazing. I'll admit, I never cooked anything in my life."

"I'll teach you," he said with a smile as he plopped a piece of chicken in his mouth.

Delilah smiled as she took a bite, as well.

"This is delicious."

"Thank you," he said.

"What else do you know?" Delilah asked him. "Learning to cook isn't something a prince usually knows."

"I can do many things, a man of many talents," Prince Henry said with a laugh, "besides all the typical training a 'young prince' must know, and besides cooking, I'm also pretty good with a paintbrush."

"Oh, I would love to see some of your work," Delilah told him.

"Anytime," he said, "one day, we will have to go back to my hometown; it's quite beautiful there."

"I've never been away from Andverde," Delilah admitted, "but I would love to be able to explore the world."

"Let's do it then," Prince Henry told her, "the only ones stopping us…is well us."

"I can't," Delilah said with a laugh, "though it's a nice dream. I have a country to worry about."

"You're not the queen yet, Delilah," he told her, "your whole focus doesn't have to be on your kingdom. You can still live for yourself as well."

"But it's my duty," she told him, "I need to do what is best for them. I can't just run off and do whatever. My father wants – "

"Who cares what your father wants. What do you want?"

Delilah opened her mouth to speak but then shut it back. What did she want? She thought she got what she wanted when her father said she didn't have to get married to rule over the country – but then what? Was that all she wanted from her life?

"I can't just leave; I can't just run away like that…"

"You're not running away," Prince Henry told her, "you'll be gaining experience, you'll be seeing the world from a new perspective, I believe that it will help you grow – and therefore become an even better Queen."

"Perhaps you are right." She said with a smile.

They spent the next two hours sitting there talking, laughing, telling each other stories of their youth. Delilah couldn't remember when the last time she felt so free. The more they sat there and spoke, the more she felt herself falling for him.

 His words about them traveling through weighed down upon her, and right as he was about to drop her off back at her room, she grabbed him by the shoulder and said.

"Let's do it; let's travel."

 

A month later, both of them were on the road, set to travel for a year – when Delilah came back, she would be coordinated as the new Queen of Andverde.

Delilah was nervous about traveling the world and really excited – mostly since she was with Prince Henry.

"Are you ready?" He asked as he entangled his fingers with hers, and she nodded her head.

"Yes, I'm ready."

He kissed her gently on the lips. "Then, let's start our adventure."

[A Tale of Diapers and Dragons]

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Chapter Nine

“Where are you going?”

She wanted to stay there for longer, but she knew that she would have to return to her tent. Part of her wished she could stay here all night; after all, it was so peaceful. She had cried until she could no longer produce 

 

“What are you wearing?” She asked him, although it was a rhetorical question, after all, she knew what was beneath his pants, but she was still processing the information. When she forced him in a diaper, she figured he would take it off as soon as possible – but he didn’t. But, she just thought it was to win her favor. He was trying to break down her walls (and it worked).

However, there was no need to hold up this charade any longer. They were no longer bond to each other. Their ties to each other had been severed at dinner, and they were free to live their own lives. He would return home and marry a girl he truly loved – and she was able to rule her country without the worry of having a husband.

But, then why? Why did he decide to wear a diaper again? Did he do this before dinner when he still believed he would have to marry her?

No, she didn’t believe that was it.

But then what was it?

“I believe you know the answer to that.” Was all he said, and she felt her cheeks burn slightly.

“Why?” She asked, her voice hardly over a whisper. He walked closer to her and stared into her eyes.

“Did I break them down?”

“What?” She took a step back, feeling her heart began to pound in her chest, but she tried to keep her composure.

“Did I break them down?” He asked again, his eyes staring at her, his voice as calm as ever.

“You’re speaking in riddles; I do not understand.”

“I think you do,” he whispered as he placed his hand upon her cheek, and before she could say anything, he bent down and kissed her.

When she processed what was going on, she pushed him away.

“What are you doing?” She shouted. “Why did you do that?”

He frowned at this, “I’m sorry. I’m usually good at reading people. I thought you liked me.”

Those blatant words of her feelings caused her to blush.

“W-what?” She sputtered. “What makes you think that?  After all, why are you kissing me anyway? You called off the wedding. You are going to go home. We no longer need to see each other…”

“Is that what you want?” He asked her.

At this point, Delilah noticed people passing them, watching them, then whispering to themselves. Without another word, she grabbed his arm and pulled him into her room, slamming the door behind them.

“I got what I wanted. I got my kingdom.”

“That is all that you want?”

“Of course. It is what I always wanted.”

She was lying; she knew that. Her chest was tightening up, and it was getting more difficult to breathe. But, she was afraid of speaking the truth. Why was he pushing her for answers when he was planning on leaving? Why was he so cruel?

She wanted him to leave her alone, she was trying to hold herself together, but the more he dug deeper – the more challenging it was getting for her to contain herself.

“Then why did you kiss me?”

That broke her. She was no longer able to hold back, and she began to cry. He tried to walk over to her, to put his arms around her, but she pushed him away.

“Why do you care?” She spat out. “You don’t want to get married anymore. You never liked me. You were using me like everyone else!”

“What are you talking about?” He said. “I never said that.”

“Yes, you did!”

“I just,” He stopped and took a deep breath, “will you calm down and listen to me for a second?”

She locked eyes with him.

“I said that not because I don’t have feelings for you – I said it because I do! I know how much it meant to you to rule the country without needing a husband – that doesn’t mean you can’t get married. I didn’t want us to do something that was forced. I wanted to be with you – because you wanted to be with me, not because of what you’re father said. Delilah, I do like you.”

She hadn’t realized she was holding her breath the entire time he spoke, but she felt a weight lift off her chest.

“You like me?” She whispered.

He smiled at her. “Duh, I’ve always liked you. Since that one day at the Ball.”

“You have?” She asked in a little voice, and he couldn’t help but laugh as she finally allowed him to come within reach of her, pressing his lips against her once again.

This time, she did not push him away.

“Now, why did you kiss me?” He asked her. She knew that she couldn’t hide her true feelings any longer. She was scared, but at the same time, him being around her brought her much comfort. He said that he liked her, and for the first time, she believed it.

She couldn’t contain the tears, though, and she cried as she spoke.

“Because I like you too.”

With that, they kissed again, falling onto the bed. Delilah couldn’t remember when she was this happy when she felt the walls she had built downfall all around her. She wanted to let Prince Henry into her life. She was nervous, but also excited about what was to come.

After all, she didn’t forget the fact he was wearing a diaper. The thought caused her to grow excited. It wasn’t the first time she had forced a potential partner to be put into humiliating situations so that they would leave her alone, but this was the first time that the thought of it got her excited.

She pressed her hands against his pants, pulling down his trousers to feel the diaper beneath her fingers, realizing it was wet.

She bit her lip hard to the point she thought she would draw blood.

She wanted him; she wanted him; she wanted him.

She pushed him down on the bed, getting on top of him, pressing herself against his wet diaper. She didn’t want to stop; she wasn’t sure exactly what she was doing or what she had planned – all she knew is that she wanted this.

[A Tale of Diapers and Dragons]

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Chapter Eight

“Where are you going?”

She wanted to stay there for longer, but she knew that she would have to return to her tent. Part of her wished she could stay here all night; after all, it was so peaceful. She had cried until she could no longer produce tears, but there was still heaviness to her heart. She wasn’t sure what to think about what had happened between her and Prince Henry. Technically they were betrothed to get married, but she hated the feeling of being forced – even though she admitted to herself that she had grown to like him. He was charming and robust, but also honest and kind. He looked at her like no one else had before. He stood up to her and stood his ground, challenging her but looking right through her stubbornness to find the hurt she was trying to hide.

She stayed by the river for almost an hour before leaving and returning to her tent, hardly speaking to anyone on the way there.

She wasn’t able to sleep that night.

She woke up early to gather up her tent and help her people get ready for the long journey back to the castle. They had sent scouts ahead early in the morning to see if everything was okay; they did not start the trip back until they returned when the sun was almost high in the sky.

She didn’t say a word to Prince Henry the entire way back. A few times, they looked at each other but turned away. Both somewhat flustered about what happened the night before.

By the time they returned to the castle, she had spent the rest of the day checking up on everything.

That night they were having dinner with her father and her mother. Not much was said when suddenly her father placed his drink down.

“Now that everything has calmed down,” he said, “we can go back to the wedding plans.”

Her heart sank. She had almost forgotten about that. She opened her mouth to protest, but she froze up and remained silent. What would be the point?

However, to her surprise, Prince Henry spoke up.

“I wish to cancel the wedding.”

Delilah turned her head and looked over at him for a moment believing that she had misheard him. There was no way that he said that. After all, he seemed ready to marry her at a moment’s notice.

“Excuse me?”

It seemed her father also had the same reaction as she did.

“I want to cancel the wedding,” Prince Henry repeated, “I have had the first-hand witness that Princess Delilah would be a great leader – with or without a husband. I do not wish to force her hand into something she doesn’t want. I believe that you should trust her judgment and trust your daughter. You have seen her effortlessly but herself in danger to protect her people. She will make a wonderful Queen one day, even if she doesn’t get married.”

Delilah felt her cheeks turn a slight pink as she looked at him in awe. She couldn’t believe he said that. Her heart twisted in pain. Did that mean he was going to go away? That she was no longer going to be able to see him?

Wasn’t that what she wanted?

No, it wasn’t. At least, not anymore.

Her father didn’t say anything for a long time, and for a moment, she figured he was going to get angry at him, but once again, she was surprised by someone’s words.
“Very well,” he said with a deep sigh, “I’ve tried desperately to get my daughter to marry, for I worried for her future. I thought perhaps this was our last hope. But, if you don’t even wish to marry her, perhaps it is best I back off.”

“Really?” Delilah asked, her throat dry.

Her father nodded her head, and she beamed. “Thank you.”

There wasn’t anything else said during dinner. Delilah spent the entire time afraid of looking at anyone. She could feel the eyes of her father, mother, and Prince Henry. She was unable to meet their eyes. She didn’t know what they were thinking. Did her father give up? Did he truly mean what he said that she was now free from marriage and that she could lead the country without a husband? And what about Prince Henry? What were his feelings about her? The previous night in the tent, she could feel something…but perhaps it was only her? Maybe he felt bad for her, and it wasn’t genuine emotions?

The thought alone hurt her.

After dinner, Prince Henry walked her back to her room. It was a quiet night; most everyone was sleeping beside a few guards standing outside and continuously patrolling to ensure the dragons didn’t return. The moon was high in the sky, and the stars were twinkling above.

They hadn’t spoken much since the previous night, and she felt suddenly shy around him. But, she knew that she had to thank him.

“What you did back there,” she said, “why did you do that?”

“Because I know you’ve been hurt before,” he told her, “I’ve seen you, and how you deal with your people, I’ve been watching you. You will make an excellent Queen, and you shouldn’t be forced to get married if that is not what you want.”

She wanted to say more, but she was too afraid. For part of her believed that perhaps he also didn’t want to marry her.

“Thank you,” she replied, “for everything.”

“No problem,” he said.

They stood there, awkwardly for what seemed like forever. She wanted to ask him what his plans were, but she was afraid of the answer. Was he planning on leaving? She took a deep breath and turned towards the door to her room, holding on to the handle, before she turned back to look at him. However, before she could say goodnight, she looked down at his trousers and saw that they seemed a bit bulkier than they had before.

Her cheeks turned slightly red.

Was he?

No, he couldn’t be.

But, before she could stop herself, she felt her hands press against his bottom, feeling the thick diaper beneath.

[Never felt so beaten and broken in my life]

39 minutes ago, curiouslittle1 said:

Thank you! Sometimes its always easier said than done, but I should try to actually talk to my S.O. ... They DO care, and I've been their rock for this long now, thru everything they've experienced so far. ?

 

That, and getting to bed a LOT earlier than I typically do will help as well... I always joke about implementing a more appropriate toddler's bedtime, but I really should follow thru on it. Having to get up at 4 for work comes quicker than I care for...

It's always easier said then done! Not saying it's something easy to do - but I think that if you're able to do it, you'll feel a lot  better! 

Ah, yeah, sleep is a precious thing! If you're having a difficult time going to sleep, I've used an app called Calm before (I have pretty bad bedtime habits haha) and that has helped me fall asleep pretty quickly. Even a white noise machine can work wonders.

It's just one of those things that the only person that can change their circumstance is their self. It's never an easy task, but hey every 'baby' (hehe) step counts and can help a lot! 

I wish you the best! You're not alone in your feelings

[Never felt so beaten and broken in my life]

I would say speak to your S.O about all your thoughts and emotions. Even if they're going through their own things, that doesn't discredit or mean that you shouldn't' take your own feelings and troubles into considerations. 

There will always be someone who 'has it worst' than you.

I think it will help to be able to get some things off your chest. Sometimes it's nice to have a listening ear from someone who cares about you. I know that if my boyfriend was going through some things, I would want him to share that with me, even if from an outsiders prospective I had my own 'worst' troubles. 

It's also very important to focus on self-care. Perhaps set down a certain amount of time each day (even if it's only like 15 minutes) to focus on yourself. Meditate, read a book, take a nice bath, or even indulge in some AB time. Whatever helps you destress. 

I know that has helped me a lot when I've had really bad days.

 

 

[Using Someone Else's Work For Your Own Personal Gain]

1 hour ago, kasarberang said:

I'm going to throw in my 2-cents.

I do not think that people should be judged based on their off-site activity. I think this goes a bit too far. The site should exclusively moderate activity that happens on the site, it's silly to expect people to follow site rules on and off site. Not that my opinion has that much gravity too it, I still feel I should say what I feel.

If the person happens to only be on Daily Diapers to talk about ABDL topics - than I would agree with you. However, this person actively promotes their books with stolen artwork on here.

If the farthest we can go is to 'ban' them from promoting their books, then that's fine.

But, there are plenty of authors/artist here that potentially could get their work stolen by this person who is making money from it. 

So it's a topic that should be looked into and discussed with the admins/mods to see what is best to do about the situation. 

[A Tale of Diapers and Dragons]

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Chapter Seven

“Where are you going?”

“Delilah, I can’t, I’m sorry.”

“What? Why not? What is going on?” She felt as if her heart was ripped out of her chest and was lying on the ground. She felt tears falling down from her cheek as they stood there in the corridor, his bag swung across his shoulder and a scowl upon his face.  She didn’t understand what was going on. Just the other day, they were sprawled out on the grass, laughing and talking about their wedding plans. Now, she woke up to this? She didn’t understand. Her mind was spinning. 

“Stop causing such a scene,” he said with a shake of his head, “it’s just over with.”

“But! We were going to get married.” Delilah shouted. “What have I done wrong? I love you. I love you so much.”

“It isn’t you,” he told her, “it’s something else….”

“Something else?” Delilah spat, feeling the hot tears sting her eyes. “Or do you mean, someone else? Who is she?”

“It doesn’t matter. It’s over.” He said with a sigh, pushing her off of him. “Goodbye, Delilah.”

And with that, he just left, he was gone in a blink of an eye. He came into her world, devoted himself to her, shown her a world she never knew – and then came to tear it all away.

She never saw him again.

 

 

“Delilah?”

“Delilah? Are you okay?”

Delilah shook her head, feeling tears fill up her eyes as she looked down to see Prince Henry staring at her. For a moment, she got lost in the moment of the past. She had promised herself not to remember that day, but then…

“Are you okay?”

She nodded her head. “Yes, of course.” But, she could hardly muster any energy even to try to pretend. She knew it was evident that she was lying. Why did she kiss him? Why did all these emotions well up inside of her and spillover? She bit her lip as she pulled herself away from him. Part of her wanted to hide away from him and the rest of the world. She didn’t want to explore these emotions once again.

She didn’t want to admit the truth.

That she was afraid.

Prince Henry reached over and gently touched her cheek, wiping away the tears that she could no longer control.

“It’s okay,” he whispered to her, “I’m sorry if I did something to upset you.”

She shook her head once again. “N-no, it’s not you. It’s…” she took a sharp breath.

“What?”

“I was just hurt once before,” she told him, “though you already knew that.”

He didn’t say anything, just sat there and listened to her, for everything she had to say.

“We weren’t together for long,” she continued, “I hardly knew him. I was very young, perhaps just turning eighteen. We met one summer and spent every day together. He showed me things I never knew. He was my…best friend. We did everything together. Those three months we spent together was almost like a dream…we were going to get married. He was going to ask my father…but then…he just left…for another woman. He got married to her about a month later. He was already betrothed to her before meeting me.”

“I’m so sorry, Delilah.” Prince Henry said in a soft tone, and for a moment, she wondered if he too was going to cry, “you don’t deserve to be treated like that.”

“It was a long time ago.”  She said, pushing him away, “it doesn’t matter anymore. All that matters is my country and everything that I can do for it.”

“Of course it matters,” he told her, “you matter.”

She looked at him for a moment, wondering for a split moment, what if it was he that he met back then? If things would have been different, but she pushed those thoughts away.

“Let’s forget about it,” she said, “now lay down so I can change you. I don’t think Sylvia can keep guard forever.”

Prince Henry opened his mouth to protest but decided against it as he did as he was told and laid down on the ground. 

Delilah took her time, pulling down his pants, revealing the thick and wet diaper beneath it. Delilah tried to keep her cool as she began to pull at the tabs, hearing the loud ripping sound as she did so. She pulled down the diaper and grabbed some wipes that she had stashed away (that she usually used for removing makeup). She wiped him down, his legs up in the sky. She peeked over to see that his cheeks were a fiery red.

She grinned, and she wiggled slightly, feeling a shiver run down her spine as she finished cleaning him up.

“There we go,” she said as she rolled up the used diaper and hid it among her things so she could get rid of it once they returned home.

“T-thanks,” he said as he pulled himself up and pulled his trousers back on.

“Don’t mention it,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders, “I want to be alone right now,” she said as she got up and left the tent. Prince Henry didn’t follow her. A few people tried to speak to her, and she was polite, but she wanted to get as far away as she possibly could.

She ended up sitting by a river, closing her eyes and listening to the howl of the wind and the rush of the river. 

When she felt like she was utterly alone and that no one would follow her, she let go of all her emotions and started to cry.

She cried because of the hurt of the past, of her broken heart.

But, she also cried because of these new emotions that were resurfacing.

She cried because she had opened herself up and let someone new in, and she was afraid.

She didn’t want to admit that she liked him.

But, she did. 

 

[A Tale of Diapers and Dragons]

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Chapter Six

She wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that, locked in each other’s arms. It was the first time she let herself feel any defeat or sadness in a long time. When she was younger, when she was…with…him…after that, she told herself she would lock herself up, never feel anything again, so that she could be a leader and not fall into human traps of emotions if you don’t truly let anyone in, than you can’t possibly get hurt.

“We need to leave,” he soon whispered in her hair, but he squeezed her even tighter.

“I know,” she said as she finally broke free, “we need to make sure everyone is safe.”

They looked at each other for a long minute, before breaking apart and running off. They ran around, calling for everyone to leave, ensuring that no one was sleeping or hiding away in their rooms. It took a good hour to make sure everyone in the castle left.

The only ones that were there were her father’s guard.

“Father!” Delilah said as she saw her father riding his steed towards the castle. “Where are you going?”

“To battle.” He told her.

“But,” Delilah started, “but it’s a dragon! This isn’t like an enemy hoard! You can’t defeat it.”

“We will only attack if necessary,” her father said, “but I will do everything I can to protect my kingdom, that is what being a leader is all about. Prince Henry, keep my daughter safe.”

“Very well, sire.” He said with a bow of his head as he pulled on her arm away.

“Wait, no! Father!” She called out once more, but it was too late. He was gone.

“Delilah!” She heard her mother threw the crowd, and soon they were wrapped in each other’s arms. Delilah wanted to cry again, but all her tears had dried up by then.

They sat there in silence, which seemed like forever, probably close to an hour. Every fifteen minutes or so, they could hear the thundering howl of the young dragon’s mother growing closer.

It wouldn’t be long before she would be here.

They spent their time walking away from the castle, gathering as much distance as they possibly could.

“What are we going to do?” Delilah asked. “We can’t leave my father and the army there alone. They are going to be killed.”

“There is nothing we can do,” Prince Henry said, “all we can do is protect the people and pray that there is no damage or lives taken during this.”

Delilah placed her hands on her forehead. “Ugh. I feel so useless in this situation. Is this how I’m going to be remembered? Just sitting here and doing nothing?”

“But, that’s not true,” he said, “they’re looking at you to show them comfort and be strong during this. They are watching you. Hold your head high and make sure they know they can count on you. You got this.”

Delilah took a deep breath. “You’re right.”

She then began to walk around to the people, talk to them, make sure they were alright, make sure that they had everything they needed – she comforted them and told them that everything would be okay. She spoke with the older ones as they told her stories of when they were younger, and the dragons would come, or she would play games with the little ones and tell them that soon they would be back home.

“You did very well,” Prince Henry said a little later.

“Thank you.”

Prince Henry shifted his weight around, and she looked at him, raising a brow. “Are you okay?”

His cheeks reddened a bit “Y-yes, I um, just haven’t had a chance too…you know…” he pointed down towards his pants. It took her a few seconds to realize what he meant.

“Oh yes,” she said as she cleared her throat, realizing that he was still wearing the diaper from earlier. She felt terrible that he had been wearing it all day. The sun that once was so high in the sky was starting to fall. The quietness fell over the land, but it would not last.

Because, soon, a great beast rose from a distance into the sky and flew past them. The children screamed and squeezed their mothers tightly. The men stayed by their wife’s side to protect them. The dragon, though, didn’t pay any attention to the people below as her focus was on her child.

After that, they heard nothing more.

They were too far away to hear the noises of the castle.

The unknown is what hurts the most.

What was going on?

Was everyone okay?

“I feel sick to my stomach,” Delilah said, “I hope my father is okay.”

“Have faith,” Prince Henry said, “We shall know soon enough.”

It seemed like forever had gone by, when soon they spotted horses in the distance rising to them. Delilah looked around, frantically searching for her father, and when she saw him, she rushed over to him.

“Father! Thank goodness! What happened?”

He nodded his head to her to acknowledge her, but as he spoke, he addressed everyone, “Thankfully, since the young dragon was not hurt, we released our weapons and were way back, the mother dragon came to the young one, stayed for a bit, before taking off. Let us stay here for the night, but we should be able to return in the morning.”

Delilah let out a sigh of relief as the people around her began to cheer and hug each other.

“That’s so great,” Prince Henry said with a big smile.

“I’m happy,” Delilah said, “that everyone is safe and that the young dragon is back with her mother.”

The army had brought back tents, sleeping bags, blankets, food, and water for all the family as they spread out to make camp for the night. A few of them started fires and began to tell stories.

Delilah was by herself, sitting by a fire, her father and mother were off doing their duties, but she could not move.

It wasn’t long before Prince Henry sat down beside her. “Is everything okay?”

“Y-yes.” She said before she dropped her voice. “Um…did you manage to…change?”

He shook his head no.

She looked all around her, before looking back toward the private tent that was behind her.

“Well, if you would like,” she started to say, “Perhaps I could help you?”

His cheeks turned a dark red as he looked back to the tent and looked at her.

“O-okay..”

She got up and led him the way to her tent, but before she went in, she found Syliva and asked her to stand guard to ensure that no one watched. She wasn’t sure what she was feeling. A few days ago, she never would have thought about this. But, this day seemed to drag on forever, and she felt like she was beginning to learn more about Prince Henry, which was both scary and exciting.

As she entered the tent and watched as he sat down, she felt nervous as she thought welled inside her.

“Prince Henry?” She asked as she knelt beside him.

“Yes?”

“Thank you,” she whispered, “for earlier.”

“It’s no big deal.”

“It’s a huge deal!” She said. “You were there when I was at my weakest.”

At this point, neither one had realized they were slowly inching closer to each other.

“Always,” he told her with a smile.

And without thinking, she kissed him.

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Chapter Five

 

They ran as fast as they could, they saw many people running past them, screaming and yelling things, but Delilah could not make out precisely what they were saying. It was if she couldn’t process everything that was going around her. Her mind was on one thing only, getting to Sylvia. It even took her by surprise when she tilted her head and saw Prince Henry running beside her. What was he doing? Was he doing this to impress her or what? She shook her head; this wasn’t the time or place.

She soon spotted Sylvia sitting down on the ground; her whole body was shaking, her hair sticking to her face as tears streamed down her cheek.

“Sylvia! What happened?” Delilah asked as she rushed over to her side, kneeling.

“There is a…” Sylvia started to say, but her words were soft, and she stuttered as she spoke. Henry knelt on her other side, placing a hand upon her shoulder.

“It’s okay,” he said I a calm voice, and Delilah stared at him, “it’s going to be okay. Just tell us what happened.”

He was so calm and collected, and for a moment, Delilah was impressed.

Sylvia didn’t speak still, but instead raised her hand and pointed out to the castle grounds. Delilah and Prince Henry stood up and turned around.

There, in the middle of the ground was a large dragon. He was probably about fifty feet long, deep red, blazing eyes, and a large tail with spikes at the end. He huffed as he twirled around in circles. Some soldiers were there with swords but were backing away, unable to get close.

Although large, this dragon was relatively young – therefore, it probably didn’t breathe fire – so that was a good thing.

“Oh, my,” Delilah said as she shot a hand to her mouth. Dragons were rater rare in their country, as they often remained hidden in the mountains. Perhaps the little one got lost.

“Take Sylvia out of here,” Prince Henry ordered her.

“What? What are you planning on doing?” Delilah asked of him.

“It’s none of your concern,” he told her, “just do as I say.”

“And why should I?”

“Stop being so damn stubborn, woman.” As he shouted, he said the first time she had witnessed him raise his voice like that, “stop trying to act so brave and go and help your friend.”

Delilah opened her mouth, wanting to say something, wanting to shout back, but Sylvia reached up and pulled on her dress.

She knew that now wasn’t the time.

“Very well, but don’t do anything stupid.”

She helped her friend on her feet and walked her back to her room on the other side of the castle. AS they walked around, she checked ago every once in a while to check up on Prince Henry; he tried to calm down the dragon, who was distressed and ordered the men to put down their weapons, causing more harm.

As they got into the room, Delilah ordered the other maids to get Sylvia a bath and change her new clothes. While this was going on, Delilah was pacing back and forth. What was going on? Was he okay? Was the dragon going to attack the castle and her people? What if the mother dragon had come? No way could they fight off a fully grown dragon! They would be burnt to pieces!

“You’re worried about him.”

Delilah turned around to see Sylvia walking out of the bathroom. She smiled at her and wrapped her arms around her.

“Oh, goodness, I was worried.”

“No need to worry about me, madam,” Sylvia said, “it was just quite a shock and a bit of a startle. But you…look at you! You are white as a ghost.”

“I-I am not!” Delilah said, trying to defend her actions and thoughts. “If he gets eaten by a dragon, then that is on him, is it not?”

“But, you don’t want him too.”

“I don’t wish anyone,” Delilah said, trying to play it off.

“Sure, I am sure that is the case.”

“It is true!” Delilah said.

“Then why don’t you go check up on him…I mean everyone?”

“You’re right,” Delilah said, “what kind of princess am I if I’m hiding out in my bedroom when he – I mean everyone - are risking their lives.”

Without another word, she left her room and Sylvia behind and rushed back to where they had found her and where the dragon was. The dragon was still a bit antsy but was no longer lashing out at everyone. She saw Henry, singing softly, swaying back and forth – and she noticed the dragon was as well.

“I can’t believe it,” someone muttered beside her. She turned and looked at one of the Captains of the guards was there.

“What are you doing here?” She demanded. “Why is everyone gone?”

“The prince ordered us, your majesty,” he said, “we told him we wanted to say to protect him, but he said he could handle it, and he could.”

“And you just let him do that?” Delilah said, her voice rising, “what if he gets killed? Just because things are in control now, doesn’t mean it will keep like that!”

“I’m sure everything will be fine,” he said. “There isn’t much we can do. We are watching him closely, and if it looks like he is in danger, we will help him.”

Delilah didn’t like this answer, though, and made her way closer to Prince Henry, who was on another song, and this time the dragon seemed almost to be lulled to sleep.

“Prince Henry!” She said harshly. “What are you doing?”

Prince Henry stopped his singing and turned his head, his eyes widening when he saw her.

“I told you to go back to your room.”

“It’s a good thing I didn’t listen! What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m calming down the dragon,” he said, “now leave before something bad happens.”

But, it was too late, by that time, a thundering roar echoed across the land, which woke up the dragon who let out another cry. Both Delilah and Prince Henry grew cold.

The mother.

“We need to get out of here, Prince Henry,” said as he grabbed hold of her hand, before calling out the guards, “gather everyone to leave the castle grounds immediately.”

The guards left, and Delilah stared at him; she felt the color drain from her face. “What are we going to do?”

“It’s going to be alright,” he promised her, running his fingers through her hair.

Another roar echoed across the land. Because dragons were so large and powerful, their howls could be heard from miles away. So it seemed as if they had at least an hour before the dragon would show up to collect her child. The young dragon now was being antsy once again, running around in circles and crying out. Prince Henry grabbed Delilah’s hand and pulled her out of the way when his tail came crashing down at the place they were standing.

“What are we going to do?” She repeated. “We can’t just leave! Everything will be destroyed! What if it attacks the villages and the people?”

“We will figure something out, but right now, we need to leave.”

She wanted to leave; she wanted to run away, but her feet frozen on the ground. Her whole body was shaking, and she wanted to cry out, but she held herself back. She closed her eyes, trying to steady her breathing.

All of a sudden, though, she felt warm arms around her, and she opened her eyes and noticed that Prince Henry had pulled her into a tight hug.

His warm hug caused her to let go of all her frustration and she felt tears began to fall from her eyes as another roar echoed across the land.

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Chapter Four

Prince Henry didn’t say anything for a moment, but she noticed that his cheeks were slightly pink. The rain was still pouring down outside, and Delilah just stood there, watching him. She was so shocked by the fact he was still wearing the diaper, her eyes were stuck upon it, and she felt her body began to heat up a little bit, despite being wet from the rain.

“Why?”

She asked again, in a softer voice than before.

“Because,” he said, in a low voice, she could hardly hear him over the storm, “because I thought it would get you to pay attention.”

“Pay attention to what?” She asked him, glad that he couldn’t see her face very well in the cavern’s darkness.

“Me.”

That took her back a little; what did he mean by that? Why would he want her to pay attention to him? They were pretty much strangers, after all.

“I don’t understand,” Delilah said, as she pushed back her wet hair that was sticking to her face, “We just met each other yesterday.”

“You really don’t remember, do you?” He said with a sigh, “though I can’t say I’m surprised.”

Delilah raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about?”

“This isn’t the first time we met,” he said, pulling his trousers back up over his diaper; it was a bit difficult to do; Delilah watched as he did so, biting her lip slightly as she watched, secretly wondering what it would feel like in the palm in her hand, “we met briefly a while ago.”

She gave him a curious look; she thought she would remember him, but perhaps, not? But, she figures she would remember those piercing eyes, though. “When was that?”

“About five years ago, I believe?” he said, “your parents were holding a royal ball, and I was one of the attendees. We didn’t speak that much, but there was a brief moment when we danced together, we talked a little bit, but it left a lasting impression on me.”

Delilah than remembered that was right. Her parents had a royal ball to try to spark some potential husband for her; she was forced to dance with all the available men at the party – regardless of their age. She remembered dancing with a young man; she didn’t think much of him, but because he was so much younger than she was, she felt calmer around him. She couldn’t remember exactly what their conversation was about, but she did remember his soft eyes and gentleness and how she thought he would probably be a good man when he grew up.

But, she was also a different person then what she was five years ago. Back then, that was right around the time….

She shook her head, no, she didn’t want to remember it. She tried to keep it locked up in Pandora’s box, as a disaster would be upon her if she let it out.

“Oh,” she said as she rocked back on her heels, feeling a bit foolish for not recognizing him. He had grown a lot in that time, though, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders, “no way I was going to catch your attention back then. I was only a kid.”

“You were very kind,” Delilah told him, “not what I usually dealt with. I remember enjoying our dance together.”

Prince Henry smiled at those words, “Thank you, madam.”

She returned the smile before twisting around and looking outside. A few moments later, the rain began to slow down, and the sun started to peek from the sky and shine down on the valley below. She took a deep breath, almost glad by the fact that they wouldn’t have to be here all night long like she initially thought.

 “The rain is slowing down,” she stated as she turned to look at him, “perhaps we should head back to the castle?”

“Yes,” he said, “I’m sure your father and everyone else will begin to worry about where you are.”

Delilah let out a small laugh, “perhaps.”

The two of them began to long journey back to the castle, without their horses, it took about twice the time. Most of the time, they walked in complete silence. Delilah had a million thoughts running through her mind, and every time she opened up her mouth, she shut it, unsure what she wanted to say. Part of her felt bad for the treatment that she had given Prince Henry when he came, but at the same time, it wasn’t as if her feelings had changed. She still had no desire to marry him. She wanted to rule the country on her own. She was stubborn and knew that she didn’t need a husband to lead.

When they got back to the castle, they were greeted by her maid Sylvia and a few others, who quickly brought them back to their separate rooms for a shower and clothes change.

“So you and he were all by yourself?” Sylvia said with a sly smile as she helped Delilah out of her clothes.

“It’s not what you think,” Delilah said, “maybe I was a bit wrong about him. But, I still refused to get married.”

“You are so stubborn,” Sylvia said, “there is nothing wrong with having a husband.”

“Maybe for some,” Delilah said, “but not for me, I will never marry, and that is that. I don’t want to talk about it anymore. I’m tired. I’m going to lay down after my shower.”

“Very well,” Sylvia said with a low bow as she left her by herself.

Delilah took a long hot shower before climbing into her bed, naked, falling asleep for a few hours before Sylvia awoke her.

“It’s almost dinner time, ma’am.”

“Very well,” Delilah said with a groan as she got out of bed, got dressed, and headed to the dining room.

“We need to plan out the ceremony,” her father spoke as they all gathered around the large table for dinner.

Delilah’s stomach dropped; she wanted to say something, she wanted to scream out at her father so that he would understand where she was coming from. She wanted to shake everybody in the room and order them to listen to her and that she refused to get married. She was tightening her grip on her fork but said nothing; after all, her words would only fall on deaf ears. She ignored Prince Henry for most of the night; she only spoke when directly spoken too. Most of the night was her father and mother talking about the wedding plans that would be happening at the end of the week.

She felt trapped.

“Are you okay?” Prince Henry asked as they walked back to their rooms.

“Do you want to get married to me?” She asked as she stopped and turned to look at him, searching his eyes.

“Of course,” he said, “I already told you before that I’ve always been waiting for…”

She raised her hands, not wanting to hear it, not wanting his words to confuse her anymore. “Well, I don’t.”

He opened his mouth but closed it.

“I don’t want to marry you or anyone else. It’s not going to happen. No matter what my father plans.” She said.

Prince Henry opened his mouth to say something, but there was a scream that cut through the air at that time. It was a spine chilling scream, and Delilah felt her face grow cold.

Sylvia!

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Chapter Three

Delilah left the room and leaned up against the door, her heart pounding in her chest. What was all that about? He seemed so calm and collected, but how? She placed her hands upon her cheeks, feeling the warmth beneath him.

Before she could think of anything else, a maid soon was by her side, breathing heavily as if she had just run.

“Princess Delilah,” she said as she leaned forward, bowing slightly, but taking sharp breaths in-between each word, “I. had. I have been sent. To tell you. There has been. An attack.”

“Attack?” Delilah asked, gathering up her composure. “What are you talking about?”

“In the eastern village, there are some bandits that are attacking. The King needs the prince’s help.”

Delilah gritted her teeth together; why was it him? What about her? She had spent many years practicing with the sword.

“I’ll go get him, and we will meet my father in the village.”

“But your highness, your father – “

“Enough,” Delilah said as she raised her hand, silencing her, “Go now, gather up supplies and other things that may be needed.”

She didn’t even wait for the maid to leave; she turned around and pushed opened the doors and marched right in.

“We need to leave immediately – “

Her words disappeared from her mouth as soon as she realized that the room was empty. Where were they?

“Sylvia!” She called out, but there was no answer.

“She isn’t here,” Prince Henry said as he made his way out of her bathroom.

“What is going on? I thought – “Delilah started to say as she pointed to the bed, but then shook her head, “there is no time. One of our villages are being attacked; we are needed.”

Prince Henry’s face dropped, and his eyes narrowed. “Then let’s go.”

“I will show you the way to the horse stable,” Delilah said, “we need to hurry.”

Both of them fled from the room and went to the horse stables. Part of Delilah was surprised that he didn’t try to stop her from joining. She knew her father would not be pleased to see her, but she didn’t care. These were her people, too; after all, she wanted to help them in any way. It was the right thing to do. She didn’t feel comfortable sitting back and watching everything unfold without being a part of it.

This was her country.

“This is Midnight Royal,” She said as she pointed to one of their fastest horses, a deep black. She, in turn, got on top of her personal horse – Whispering Flowers, a beautiful white/silver color.

“Let’s go! The village is only about a fifteen-minute ride.”

“But, we don’t have any weapons.” Prince Henry said.

“Here they are now,” Delilah said as she pointed to two servants who came up holding bags with supplies and two long swords, handing one to each of them.

“Thank you,” Delilah said as she positioned herself, “now let’s go.” She dug her heels into her horse, and they rode off.

They remained silent for the trip, going as fast as they possibly could. It was only a few minutes into the trip when they saw the smoke rise into the sky. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she thought about the poor villagers and their homes being burned to the ground.

They soon saw her father’s army, as they were attacking the bandits, already in mid-fight. They didn’t get there in time.

Delilah didn’t even stop; she jumped off her horse and ran into battle, but not before ripping off the layer of her dress, making it easier for her to maneuver. Her sword soon found the sword of one of the bandits, the clashing sound echoing in the air.

She peered over and saw that Prince Henry was by her side. She saw him in a new light before when she first met him. He was small and meek, so young and innocent – but that wasn’t what she saw here. Sweat beaded down his face, and she saw she noticed the broadness of his shoulders and the strength of his arm. He was quick and able to dove attacks quite easily.

She felt something inside of her stir, but she pushed it away.

Thankfully, the bandits were overpowered by the army, having most in custody, a few casualties, and a few managed to getaway. Sadly, the village had a lot of damage done to it.

“Wow, you fight well,” Prince Henry said, “that was pretty amazing.”

Delilah gave him a rare smile, “Thanks; you’re not so bad yourself.”

“What do you think you’re doing?” Her father stormed over to her, placing his hands upon his hips as he spoke.

“Father, this is my country, and I wish to protect it.”

“I don’t care! You shouldn’t be running out to battle, what if you have been killed?”

“Then I died trying to protect my people, who greater honor is that?” Delilah blurted out.

“I will not tolerate this.”

“Sir,” Prince Henry stepped in, “I understand your concerns, but I will say your daughter is far greater with the sword than probably half of your men. You should be proud to have risen an heir that cares for the well-being of her people rather than the power.”

Her father opened his mouth to say something but closed it. “Get out of here,” he told her, before mumbling something under his breath, but she didn’t catch it.

“Thank you,” Delilah said once her father and the others were out of earshot.

“No problem,” he said with a smile.

It was then that it began to rain, which was suitable for the village as it put out the fires that were eating up their homes. King Hendrick and the others had taken the villagers whose house had burnt down back with them and gathered supplies for the others.

“Here, come with me,” Prince Henry spoke as he grabbed hold of Delilah’s hand and pulled her away from the village and into a nearby cavern that was tucked inside a mountain.

Thankfully they reached the shelter before the rain started to come down hard. Delilah began to rinse out her hair as it had fallen out of its bun and now cascaded down her shoulders. She wasn’t quite sure what she should say. Prince Henry had gone out of his way to defend her from her father, something that most wouldn’t dare to do – and yet she had been treated him like dirt. She turned around and saw him sitting down, pulling off his clothes and wringing them out.

“Prince Henry,” she spoke softly.

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry,” she said, “for everything.”

“It’s okay,” he said with a smile.

“It’s not okay, I treated you…well…I’ve put you in pretty embarrassing situations, and I just wanted to say…”

He held up his hand, stopping her from speaking.

“I want to show you something.”

With that, he stood up and pulled down his wet trousers, revealing the damp diaper beneath. Delilah let out a gasp as her hand reached her mouth.

“What? Why are you still wearing that? I thought you took it off!”

She couldn’t believe her eyes, she for sure that as soon as she had left the room, Sylvia apologized about her behavior and left him alone so he could change out of it – but in the end, he didn’t?

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Chapter Two

“Do you never wish to marry?”

His voice was calm and collected, unusual for someone who was wearing a diaper beneath his trousers. Delilah turned around and looked at him. She raised a brow; why was he not running for the hills? Why was he content like this? It baffled her, and she didn’t like it.

“No,” she said with a deep breath, “I feel as if I shouldn’t have to marry to lead my people.”

“I’m not talking about that,” he said, “I meant, in general. Let’s say you weren’t a princess or that you could become Queen regardless.”

“Probably not,” Delilah said, “men are deceitful creatures.”

“You’ve been hurt.”

Delilah smiled at him. “I never allowed that to happen.”

He gave her a strange look but didn’t say anything. She walked away from, no longer wanting to hear anything that he had to say. He was trying to get close to her, but she didn’t like it. She didn’t want to listen to his words to get inside of her head. She didn’t want anything to do with him; she tried to put him in his place so that he would leave – and she would be free.

But would she ever indeed be free? She bit her bottom lip hard.

“Madam,” Sylvia came over to her, “don’t you think you’re a bit harsh on the boy.”

“No,” Delilah said as she crossed her arms, narrowing her dark eyes.

“Madam, perhaps if you just got to know him…”

“Not now, Sylvia,” Delilah said, raising her hand. “You are dismissed.”

Sylvia lowered her head before twisting on her heels and walking away. Delilah could hear the clicking sound echo along the hall the entire way.

For the rest of the morning, Delilah didn’t see Prince Henry. She had spent her morning with her horses, going for a ride, and meeting up with some people around her country. The time next, she saw Prince Henry was during dinner. He seemed about the same; she wondered if he had slipped off the diaper without knowing it. She wouldn’t be surprised.

Delilah remained quiet for most of the dinner, only answering whenever spoken too. Her father, on the other hand, spent the entire time chatting with Prince Henry, which made her angry. After all, the more than her father liked him, the harder it would be to get rid of him.

What did she have to do?

Later that evening, after dinner, Prince Henry came to her as she walked to her room.

“Princess Delilah,” he said, “you were rather quiet during dinner.”

“I didn’t have much to say,” she replied, “it seems as if my father has taken a fancy to you, though.”

“Perhaps.”

“Did you ditch it?” Delilah asked as she lingered by her door, looking at his crotch, but it was difficult to tell.

“No,” he told her as he crossed his arms, “I told you before passing this little test of yours.”

“It is not a test,” she told him.

“Oh, really now?”

She didn’t answer him, but instead opened her door and pushed him inside. Before he could say anything, she was up against him, pressing her fingers against his crotch, feeling the thick diaper.

“Have you used it?”

His cheeks flushed slightly by those words, and she smiled in victory. Perhaps this wouldn’t be so difficult after all. She crossed her arms.

“You didn’t think I had it put on you for the fun of it? I expect you to use it as well. After all, you’re just a little boy in my eyes – not a man worthy of my hand in marriage.”

Those words got to him; he lost composure – just for a second. His face hardened, and for a moment, she thought he was going to lash out at her, but then a moment later – it all was faded away.

“I could do it if I want too.”

“Then go ahead,” Delilah said with a snort. She felt a sense of pride, knowing that she had gotten through to him even for a split second. She looked at him closely. He was your typical pretty boy, probably back home, all the girls were fawning over him for attention – but she wasn’t like most women.

But, he probably already knew that by now.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, before looking back over to him, as he was staring at him – his eyes unwavering as they locked upon hers.

She did not like that.

“Well?”

“Why?” He asked.

“I have my reasons,” Delilah told him with a smirk, “if you don’t wish to fulfill my wish, then perhaps it’s best that you just leave.”

“Who hurt you?”

“What?” The words cut her deep, and she wasn’t expecting such a response.

“Who hurt you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said bitterly, but then stopped herself, pulling herself together, she wasn’t one to lose her tongue like that, “hurry up and do it. I’ll leave you  alone for a few minutes.”

She stepped outside, breathing deeply.

Soon her maid, Sylvia, was by her side. Delilah cared deeply for the older woman, for she had been her caretaker ever since she was a little girl. She had been by her side ever since then, and she couldn’t imagine life without her. She probably considers her more of her mother than her actual mother since she was a huge part of raising her.

“Are you done bullying that poor boy?”

“Poor?” Delilah snorted. “He is like every other prince that I’ve met. They think they have me all figured out; they believe they can come here and try to take over – well, not this time. I will break up. I should be able to be a leader WITHOUT a husband.”

“I agree with you,” Sylvia said, “but you don’t even know this boy, just like he doesn’t know you.”

“I don’t wish to know him.”

Sylvia opened her mouth to say something but shook her head, her gray curly bounced in the process.

Delilah knocked on her door. “Are you done in there?”

“Y-yes.”

She was quite surprised with that answer; she honestly never believed he would go that far. Before, most princes would leave at the diaper’s sight – one prince wore it for a few hours, but that was it. They would pack up their things and leave without another word – when often asked why; they lied and said they didn’t feel a ‘connection with the princess.’

But, this prince?

She opened the door to spot him standing there, his cheeks slightly red.

“Did you do it?” She asked him, hesitantly.

“Yes.” He replied, trying to keep his voice calm and collected.

She gave him a long look. Was he serious? Did he really fill up his pants as she demanded? Part of her wanted to stroll over and press her fingers against her crotch – but she held herself back.

“Take off your trousers then.”

He didn’t hesitate for a bit; he undid his pants and let them fall to the ground, revealing the thick diaper between his legs.

“Hmm,” Delilah said, twisted around before she looked over to Slyvia, “help him out of his wet diaper.”

She turned to leave, but before she did, she turned her attention back to him.

“We aren’t done yet.”

“I sure hope not,” he said with a wicked smile, and she felt something in her flicker, but she brushed it away and left the room without another word.

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[A Tale of Diapers and Dragons]

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Chapter One

Once upon a time – there was a princess that lived in a faraway castle in the beautiful country of Andverde.

The princess had everything she could have ever dreamed of, or anyone else for that mattered. She had an endless parade of maids and servants at her call at any moment; she had the most beautiful clothing and jewelry; she had a stable filled with Thoroughbreds. Her bedroom was the size of a small house, with a walk-in closet the size of a bedroom.

She was the only child of King Hedrick and Queen Eliza, so she was the rightful heir to the throne.

The only problem was – she needed to get married first.

Honestly, the thought of marriage bothered her. She felt like she needed no man to get what she wanted. She knew that she would rule the country just fine without someone by her side, getting in her way.

“Miss Delilah, your father, is calling you.” A maid had walked over to her as she stood in a hallway with large windows that overlooked the countryside. The maid did a courtesy before she spoke, and Delilah turned her head towards her.

“Another suitor?” She asked, and the maid nodded her head.

Delilah let out a long groan and thanked her for telling her the message, and she would be there in just a moment. The maid curtsied again before walking away.

Delilah pushed back a strand of hair as she took a deep breath. How many suitors was this now? She bit her bottom lip. She knew it wouldn’t be long before she would have to face the truth – and get married.

She made her way down the long corridor to the throne room. There waiting was her father and mother, along with a handful of servants – and a young male, quite a bit younger than she was. Was this the prince? He certainly was dressed as such, but he was so young!

“Princess Delilah,” her father spoke in a rough voice, “this year, you’ll be turning 30 years old, and I’m not getting any younger. I’ve searched far and wide for a proper suitor, but you’ve rejected them all.”

“With all due respect, father,” Delilah spoke, “I believe I’ve proven myself to be a worthy leader of this country without getting – “

“Stop it,” her father said, holding up his hand, “I will have no more talk about this. It is the laws and traditions of our lands. You will marry – by the end of next week.”

“Next week?” Delilah asked, feeling herself grow cold. “Don’t I have a say in this?”

“Usually, but you turned everyone else away. If you do not have a husband before you are 30, then the thrown will be handed to someone else. Do you wish for that to happen?”

“No.”

“Then I want you to meet Prince Henry,” Her father said in a gruff voice. Her eyes wandered to the prince once more, who bowed slightly, his eyes locked upon hers.

She bit her bottom lip hard, trying to hold back her words before she sunk even lower. Why?

“Very well, then.” She said through gritted teeth. She wore her emotions on her sleeve, and it was very apparent she was not pleased with this arrangement. “Have Silvia bring him into my room so I may get acquainted with him.”

With that, she twisted on her heels and left the room.

She marched straight back to her room; she could hear the maids’ clatter following behind her, trying to match her pace.

“What in the world was he thinking?!” She hollered as soon as she entered her room and slammed the door behind her.

“My stupid father! He is the King; why can’t he change the stupid law? Does he really not have faith in me.”

“Mistress,” one of her maids said, “would you like us to draw you a bath?”

“No,” she snapped, but then calmed herself down, “No, no. I’m alright.”

There was a knock on the door; the two maids opened it to reveal the young prince and Sylvia, her most trusted maid.

“Madam,” she said as she curtsied.

“How old are you?” Delilah asked him straight away.

“I just turned 20 this past summer.”

20?!

She felt like he was a baby compared to her, he was so young, while here she was about to be 30.

“So, you think that you are fit to be my husband?” She asked of him. “To rule my country?”

“I have studied along many of the greats,” he said, despite his young face, she could sense the years in his eyes, but she ignored it. “Ever since I learned to read, I dove right into the politics and governments, attending every meeting my father had. I wanted to learn and grow – to do the best I could for my people.”

“Those are just words,” she told him, “not actions.”

Before he could open his mouth to speak, she had turned her attention to her maid.

“Sylvia, you and the other girls, get him…ready, we will put him in his place.”

“Your majesty,” Sylvia said with a warning look.

“Do as I say,” she commanded.

“Come this way, your highness,” Sylvia said as she grabbed the boy by the arm and swept him away to the bathroom.

Delilah crossed her arms, for she knew exactly what she was doing. She had suitors before that she had to accept – but they always ended the engagement. He would be like no other - she would push him – until he was begging to get away from her.

They could never handle the truth of the world.

She waited about twenty minutes before she barged in the bathroom herself. There stood Prince Henry, completely naked. His cheeks were a bright red as the maids finished shaving every little hair that was upon him (based on the hair on the floor, there wasn’t much, to begin with).

“Good job, girls,” Delilah said with a smug.

Prince Henry tried to cover himself up as soon as he spotted her in the room, but she didn’t pay much attention. She wasn’t interested in what he looked like. She just wanted to get him out of here as fast as possible.

“You think you’re fit to rule?” She said. “Well, let’s see how tough you are. Sylvia. Do you have the supplies ready?”

“Yes, madam.”

“What are you planning on doing?” he asked, his voice was a bit low, but steady. She had a feeling it would take a lot to get through to him, but she was determined.

“You’ll see. If you don’t like what I have to offer, you can run away.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Then, let Sylvia take you to my bed.”

His cheeks were red, and she figured he was probably thinking she was going to woo him, but he wasn’t going to get a chance to see her naked. He followed Sylvia as he laid down upon the bed – that was when she pulled out a thick diaper.

“W-what?!”

“I warned you,” Delilah said with a shrug of her shoulders. “Did you want to be with me or not?”

“I do, but this isn’t what I had in mind.”

“No, I would think not.” She said. “Most have run when I bring out the supplies. No one is ever brave enough to go through with it, though. I thought maybe you were man enough to show your worth, but it appears…”

“Don’t question me like that,” he said, his voice a bit louder than before, “if this is some test – then I will take it, I’m more than meets the eye, Princess Delilah, and I believe you are as well.”

She felt herself grow cold with his words, but she shook her head; she wasn’t going to let him get to her.

He let Sylvia put a diaper on him, with no commotion. He didn’t wiggle about; he didn’t plead or beg, he just laid there perfectly still – although his cheeks were a slight red.

Delilah crossed her arms as she watched him, only a few men made it this far  - but no one ever went as far as using the diaper.

She would break him.

[My Next-Door Neighbor]

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Chapter Sixteen

Jonathan wiggled around for quite a bit as Laura pressed her fingers against his bottom, ready to fill his diaper up to the same capacity that hers was at that moment. She bit her lip she waited, watching as he closed his eyes tightly. In about a minute, she felt his diaper begin to swell around her, and she squirmed in excitement.

“Good job!” She said she wrapped her arms around him tightly and kissed his cheeks.

“T-thank you,” he said with a blush.

She pushed him on the bed and got on top of him, pressing her soggy diaper against his as she kissed him, slowly rocking back and forth. The sensation was intense for both of them, moaning as they continue to kiss and touch each other.

Laura was turned on to the max; she felt like she was going to explode. She had to slow down her pace; she was already feeling sweat running down her face as she panted.

“Wait, we need to change first,” she told him, “I’ll change you, and then you can change me, okay?’

Jonathan nodded his head. Laura knelt between his legs and unbuttoned the onesie, pulling it up just above his belly button, before untaped the diaper. She pulled down the diaper to reveal how soaked his diaper was, she bit her lip, as just the look of inside his diaper turned her on. She grabbed some wipes that she had nearby and began to wipe him down. Once he was all clean, she rolled up the diaper and put it to the side.

She quickly grabbed a condom and placed it upon his dick, sliding down the base until it was secure.

“There we go, you’re all clean,” she said as she kissed him on the lips before she laid down, waiting for him to change her. He went through the same process as she did – unsnapping her onesie, untaped the diaper and wiping down her bottom. She closed her eyes as she felt the crisp, wet wipe against her skin. She loved being wiped down by someone, and she got a chill down her spine.

“Thank you,” she said, before pulling him back down on top of her.

It wasn’t long before he found himself inside of her, and she moaned with pleasure as he began to rock his hips back and forth. She wrapped her legs around his bottom, making sure he couldn’t escape and entirely inside of her.

She moaned, arched back her back as he continued to fuck her. Her breast bounced slightly from every moment, as she held her hands out, grabbing hold of the sheets.

“Keep going,” she told him, not him wanting to stop for a moment. He would change up his pace or switch up his positioning. She wanted more of him. She wanted him to keep fucking her until she was no longer able to walk. She didn’t want him to cum that quickly.

“Don’t cum,” she warned him.

“But…” he started to say, his voice was filled with desperation, but she didn’t care.

“No, keep fucking me, or you’ll be in trouble.”

He nodded his head, biting his lip softly as he tried to slow down his pace to stop him from cumming too early.

After a moment, she pushed him off of her, before telling him to sit on the edge of the bed – which he did as he was told. She sat down on top of him, wrapping her legs around his body, making sure they were steady so that neither would fall off the bed. He used his hands to balance, leaning back slightly on the bed. Laura then began to bounce and rock back and forth upon his dick, making sure to control his rhythm, so he didn’t orgasm too soon.

She began to moan loudly, as now that she was sitting upon him, his dick was hitting her g-spot in the perfect, which almost made it hard for her to control herself.

“Don’t cum,” she warned him again when she felt that he was getting too close to her liking.

She had already orgasmed before, but now she wanted to keep going – just because it felt so good.

Plus, she liked the tortured look upon his face whenever she denied him what he desperately wanted.

Part of her felt bad for what she was causing him, but at the same time, it caused her immense pleasure. She wanted more of him; she arched her back slightly, her hair falling her back, and began to suckle on her breast. It took her by surprise, and she gasped when his lips found their way around her nipple and began to suckle.

“Good boy,” she told him as she wrapped her arms around, bringing him even closer to her bosom, as he suckled. She continued to rock her body back and forth, but it was at a painfully slow pace by now, now.

A bit later, she decided to reward him for being such a good boy today. She began to pick up the pace, pressing her body against him, feeling every inch of him inside of her. It didn’t take too long since he had been holding back for so long.

“You can cum now,” she whispered in his ear, and not even a minute later, his face scrunched up as he panted hard, having just come inside of her.

“Good boy,” she kissed his cheek as she hopped off of him. They fell onto the bed, panting, catching their breath for what just happened.

“That was amazing,” she said, “and really hot.”

“Yeah, it was.”

They looked at each other before they leaned in and kissed.

“I love you, Laura,” Jonathan said, and she felt her cheeks grow hot. Even though they had been dating for about five months now, those words were the first time they were spoken. She felt tears in her eyes as she pressed her forehead against his.

“I love you, too.” She replied.

They stayed like that which seemed like forever, just lying there in each other’s arm, living in the moment of complete happiness. Laura couldn’t wait to spend more time with Jonathan, learn more about himself, as well as herself. She wanted to explore more with this fetish. She wanted to dive in deeper, and see how far they could go. Jonathan had told her many times he actually really enjoyed doing this with her – and a few times he even wore a diaper without her asking him too (he even bought his very own to surprise her!)

She knew this was just the start of something amazing. 

The End

[My Next-Door Neighbor]

Chapter Fifteen

The days turned into weeks and the weeks soon turned into months. Before she knew it, she had lived in the apartment for six months. She had accomplished a lot in that time. Her job was going well, and there was already some talk about her getting a promotion. She and Jonathan were doing great, as well. It felt like the more time they spent together, the more they could find out about each other and themselves. Jonathan began to explore a bit more on his own and found out he did enjoy it, but perhaps not as much as Laura did (which he liked to tease her about).

Even Dan had come over a few times, but only as friends. After that confrontation, he had taken a step back and stopped treating Laura like a little girl and more as a friend. It was good for both of them; he even started dating someone as well.

Jonathan and Laura, since they were next-door neighbors, were always spending time together. It had gotten to the point where they said if this continues this way, they might move in with each other when their lease is up.

One day, Laura had gone to work wearing a diaper – with Jonathan waiting at home for her (since it was her day off), he was wearing a diaper as well, and she couldn’t wait to get home to see him.

Even the thought of him wearing a diaper caused her to get wet (good thing she was wearing a diaper and not underwear!)

But that wasn’t the only thing she liked about him. She enjoyed his company as well. She enjoyed watching movies with him, talking about pointless subjects for hours, showing each other their favorite music, and falling more and more.

The thought alone can cause her heart to race and her cheeks to blush. She had a present for him she had bought the day before, and she couldn’t wait to explore it with him. She bit her lip as she looked at the clock. It was only 1:00 PM.

How is your diaper looking?

A little wet. How about you?

She smiled as he texted her back, and she wiggled around.

About the same. I can’t wait to get back to you xoxo

I can’t wait either.

By the end of the day, Laura was almost rushing out of her office, hardly saying goodbye to anyone she rushed home. Throughout the day, she tried to hold her bladder in, wanting to savor the moment. Even though she had drunk a bit, her diaper was still mostly dry, though her bladder was screaming.

“Hey,” Jonathan said as he opened the door to Laura flinging her arms around his neck, kissing him on the cheek.

“Hey,” she breathed in, taking in his scent, “I’ve missed you.”

“You’ve only been gone for the day.” He told her but laughed as he spun her around before setting her down to put her stuff away.

“Did the package arrive?” She asked as she looked around.

“I-it did,” Jonathan said with a blush as he pointed to the couch. Where a large box was sitting. When Laura saw it, she clapped her hands in excitement.

“Oh, yay! It’s finally here!” She said with a broad grin. “Come on and open it, Jonathan!”

“Okay…” he said as he began to sit on the couch and slowly tear open the box, pulling out the contents. Inside was a bright blue onesie, with green/yellow/red blocks on the front, a bottle with bears on it, and a pacifier.

“What is all this?” He asked as he turned to Laura; his face was a bright red.

“Now we can match!” she said with a giggle, but then stopped, “do you hate it?”

“N-no,” Jonathan quickly said, “it’s just….a a bit…embarrassing.”

Laura smiled; he was so adorable, “that’s what I was hoping for.”

He didn’t say anything as he looked more closely at the items in front of him.  Laura watched him for a moment before she leaned over, placing her hand upon his leg. “Did you want to try it on?”

“Y-yes,” he said with a slow nod of his head. Laura giggled as she grabbed him by the hand and pulled him into the bedroom, pushing him onto the bed as she got him undressed – leaving him lying there in nothing but a wet diaper. She pressed her thighs together; she was getting more turned on, which was also making it difficult for her to control her bladder.

She slipped the onesie over his head and pulled it down, snapping the buttons by his crotch. “You look so cute!” she said with a clap of her hands.

“T-thanks,” he said with a blush and a slight wiggle.

“Did you want to put my onesie on me?” Laura asked.

“Sure.”

She went into her closet where all her supplies were and pulled out her onesie – light pink with a cute little unicorn on the front.

She walked over to him, placing the onesie on the bed, as he (with a red face) started to get her undressed. Although Laura was a switch, she was the dominant one between the two of them most of the time. He was beginning to get accustomed to the fact that Laura liked to be the little. She always thought it was cute.

Once she was stripped from her clothes and the onesie over her, she lay down on the bed to snap it together.

With that, both of them were wearing onesies together. She grabbed hold of him and pulled him down on the bed with her, pressing her body against him.

“Doesn’t it feel comfy?” she said as she sighed happily.

“Yes,” he said as he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her.

They began to kiss, pressing their lips hard against each other, feeling their hands move down their body.

“I have to wet badly,” Laura said with almost a whimper.

“Oh?”

“Am I allowed?” She asked, and he nodded his head. She grabbed his hand and placed it beneath her and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath as she let the flood gates open, letting her fill up her diaper with his hand pressed up. She felt her diaper get warm and smell all around her, and she wiggled about, getting turned on by the thought and feeling of it.

“Wow,” he whispered when she was done, and she laughed.

“I was holding it in all day.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s fun when you hold it in for so long and then flood your diaper…makes me feel...little.”

“Ah, it’s so warm,” Jonathan said, still having his hand upon her diaper, and she smiled.

“That is usually what happens,” she said she pressed her on lips against him, letting her hands slide down his one onesie and feel the diaper beneath him – he wasn’t nearly as wet as she was, and she wanted to change that.

“I think we should use that new bottle I got you and feed you – I don’t think you’re wet enough.”

“Oh?” He blushed but didn’t object to it. She told him to wait there as she went out into the living room and grabbed the bottle – filling it with some wine she had in the fridge.

He held his hand out for the bottle, but she gently pushed him away.

“No, I have to feed you,” she told him as she crawled up on the bed and patted her thighs. He climbed on the bed after her and nestled himself, in-between her legs; she wrapped herself as close as she could to him before sticking the bottle into his mouth.  He looked so adorable in her lap as he suckled on the bottle. She took her fingers and ran it through his soft hair as she smiled down at him.

This is what perfection was.

Once he was finished with his bottle, she placed it upon the end table as they began to kiss once more, pressing their bodies against each other.

About twenty minutes later, Jonathan’s cheeks turned red.

“I have to…wet my diaper.” He said in a whisper, and Laura beamed as she plopped his nose with her finger.

“Then go ahead, little one.”

[If you could turn back the clock – which of your diaper-experiences would you change?]

8 minutes ago, woelkchen-2018 said:

@mamabug - May I ask what you did?

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

[My Next-Door Neighbor]

You can find Chapter Fifteen and Sixteen (which is the last chapter) On my Patreon page! https://www.patreon.com/mamabug!

Chapter Fourteen

She led him into the bedroom once more, pushing him onto the bed and crawling on top. Her wet hair was cascading down her. She licked her lips as she stared at him, kissing his lips before going to his neck and then to his chest and stomach.  She kept kissing him all over, barley leaving a spot untouched by her lips. He wiggled beneath her fingers, grabbing hold of the bed with every movement. She still wouldn’t fully touch him all the way.

She smirked, feeling his body against her was exhilarating. But, she didn’t want to shoe she was struggling as well, that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

He opened his mouth to say something, but he closed it once more, biting his lip in the process as he held back his tongue.

She frowned at him, was he going to tell her to stop, or was it something else? She didn’t want to break the moment, though, and ask him.

She let her tongue flicker against his penis, but nothing more than that. He twitched beneath every little touch.

She could feel herself growing wetter with every touch, and she had to press her thighs together, so she didn’t drip onto the bed.

“Laura,” he moaned her name.

It was then she decided to take it a step further.

“Don’t call it Laura,” she told him, and he gave her a questioning look.

“Then what do you…”

He didn’t finish his words, for she pressed her lips against his lips – and then brought them down to his ears.

“I want you to call me, mommy.”

“M-mommy?” She could tell his whole body was turning red by that statement. It was something she dreamt about him calling her. It was something she desperately wanted from another person. It was one of the main reasons why she was a switch. But for most, it was a tall order. She thought if anyone would bite the bullet and do it, it would be Jonathan.

“W-why?”

“Because it turns me on,” Laura told him, “because the thought of a little boy begging for me, his mommy, to take care of him, to let him cum, drives me wild.”

Jonathan didn’t say anything for a while, and a moment, Laura believed she had scared him away. He probably was thinking of a way to leave the room and never look back in his head.

But, instead, he opened his mouth and parted his lips.

“O-okay, mommy.”

She couldn’t believe her ears; a broad grin spread across her face as she stared at him.

“Good boy! That deserves a reward!”

She stopped holding back so much and let her hands slide across his penis, grabbing hold of it by the base as she slid her fingers up and down, before lowering her head and suckling on the tip of his penis.  He started to wiggle about like crazy by now, moaning and twisting and turning with every lick and every touch.

He was so easy to please, and she loved it.

“You like that?” She asked, and he nodded his head.

She then stopped what she was doing and crawled closer to him, where his head was in-between her thighs. “I want you to clean up the mess you made.”

His cheeks flushed as he nodded his head, wrapping his arms around her thighs as he pressed his face against her and let his tongue slip inside of her. She arched her back and parted her lips to let out a slight moan of pleasure as he worked his magic.

He was amazing.

She was honestly not the biggest fan of oral on herself. It always felt a bit odd for the most part, but this? It was like heaven. She felt like she was riding towards a mountain on a horse, feeling every little bump and every sensation running down her spine. She wanted him to keep going; she leaned forward as he took turns suckling on her lips and licking her clit.

“Good job,” she said with a pant, when she finally tore herself off of him, “you’re really good.”

“T-thanks.” He said with a smile and a blush, “C-can…. I can..I cum now?”

She gave him a stern look.

“Mommy.”

“You’ve been well so far,” she said, “I don’t want to scare you off yet, so I think I’ll reward you by finally fucking you and letting you cum.”

With that, she knelt between his thighs, lifting them, as she got as close to him as possible. She placed his legs upon her shoulder as she managed to slide his penis into her. She had seen this position online a lot and wanted to try it out. It made her feel powerful, and he looks helpless to her like she was the one doing the fucking.

She began to rock back and forth, letting his dick slowly into her, but just the tip. She watched him beneath her, and she knew that he wanted her to go all the way. But, in this way, he had no way to do it himself. He couldn’t force himself in, and she loved it.

But, she was also teasing herself. She wanted him inside of her, she wanted to feel every inch of him, but she had to keep steady. Slowly she let himself into her more and more, to the point he was entirely in – in which they both let out a moan of pleasure.

She kept the rhythm going, making sure to keep the pacing up. She didn’t want to go too fast or too slow, mixing it up, watching him squirm beneath her.

“Call me,” she told him, her voice strained as she felt sweat pour down her face.

“La-“ he started to say, but then stopped, knowing full well what she wanted him to call her.

“Mommy.”

“Repeat it.”

“Mommy.”

Every time he called her that, she felt her heart skip a beat, and a shock of pleasure shot through her body.

“I’m about to cum.” He said

“Hold on,” she told him, “you can’t cum just yet.”

She’d already been over the mountain once, but she could feel her orgasm rise once more to the top. She’s never felt like this before. Even the times she was with Dan (and they had pretty good chemistry) was nothing like this. She felt like if everything was falling into the right piece, and she almost wanted to cry.

At this moment, she felt incredibly lucky.

It wasn’t long before she came, feeling the release of everything, and she wanted to just fall into a puddle. But, she kept herself going.

“You want me to let you cum?” She asked him.

“Y-yes, mommy. Please let me cum.”

“Hmm, should I?

“Please…” he begged, pausing in between his words. “Please, let me cum, mommy.”

“Okay.” She said she kept up a pace that she knew that he would eventually cum too, and she was right; it was only a few moments later when his face scrunched up, and he grunted, and she knew that he had cum.

“Good boy.”

Laura than released him and fell onto the bed next to home, wrapping her arms around him as they both laid there, panting hard.

“That was….amazing,” Laura said, trying to catch her breath.

“Yeah, it was.”

They stared at each other for a moment before they kissed. “Did you want to spend the night?”

“I would love that,” he said, bringing her close to him.

“I didn’t scare you, did I?”

He shook his head, his cheeks a bit red, “No, I enjoyed it more than I thought I would.”

She smiled. “Good, that makes me happy.”

At that moment, wrapped up in his arms, she was in complete bliss. The time she had grown to know Jonathan, she explored a part of herself that, for the most part, was left hidden in the shadows. She could break free and find herself, and she was forever thankful for him for that. They stayed like that for a long time, holding onto each other, living in the moment.

[If you could turn back the clock – which of your diaper-experiences would you change?]

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

 

[My Next-Door Neighbor]

Chapter Fourteen and Fifteen are on my Patreon page now! Just letting you know that on Wednesday I will be posting the last chapter of my story on my Patreon and be taking a short (1-2 weeks break) to work on my next story! https://www.patreon.com/mamabug

 

Chapter Thirteen

Then, don’t hold back anymore.

His words echoed in her ears.  She stared at him, which seemed like forever. Did he really mean those words? Part of her wondered if he understood what he was unleashing. She didn’t even fully understand all the urges that were going through her mind. She wanted to push him onto the couch and have her way with him, but she held herself back.

But now?

What if she scared him off? What if he didn’t like it? What if she crossed some line? Even though he told her that, she wasn’t able to leap forward. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she felt her body shaking.

She was scared.

He looked at her with concern in his eyes as he placed a hand upon her cheek. “Are you okay?” He asked her gently.

“N-no,” she admitted, she tried to hold back in tears. What was wrong with her? Why was she falling apart like this?

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m scared,” she answered truthfully, “I’m scared I’ll do something you won’t like, I’m scared that you’re just doing this for me and you’ll grow to hate and resent me. I’m scared of you finding me disgusting and leaving me. I’m scared….”

Before she could list off any more reasons, he pressed his fingers against her lips.

“Shhh,” he hummed, “don’t be silly. If I wasn’t curious about all of this…I would have told you no. You think I would let you put me in a diaper…and send me to work…if I wasn’t somewhat into it? Sure, I have no idea what you want to do, but I trust you, and I want more of you. If it’s something I’m not into, I’ll let you know, but even still… I’m not just going to leave.”

“You won’t?”   

“No, of course not, silly.” He said as he kissed her lips, “I like you, Laura.”

“I like you too.”

“Now, what do you want to do to me?”

She wiggled as she took a deep breath, feeling a lot better than she had before.  Maybe she could do this; perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad.

“I want to take complete control,” she admitted, “I want you to wiggle beneath my fingers, I want to drive you crazy, I want you to be begging for mercy and more.”

He didn’t say anything, just watching and listening to her as she spoke to him.

“I want to make you red all over; I want to feel your diaper against my skin. I want to feel you inside me as you beg me to cum.”

“Stop talking,” he told her, and she felt her heart drop, “and just show me.”

She nodded her head as she leaned forward and kissed him hard upon the lips, pushing him down, to where she was on top.

She pressed her body as close to him as she possibly could, enjoying him beneath her. He wrapped his arms around her to pull her closer, but she didn’t like that.

“Let’s go into the bedroom,” she said in a smooth voice.

He nodded his head as the two of them got up and made their way into the bedroom. Once there, she pushed him down onto the bed, grabbed hold of his hands, and held them above his head, don’t move. She smirked as she pressed her lips against him, using her free hand to massage his crotch, feeling the wet diaper beneath her feelings.

She enjoyed the feeling of him struggling beneath her fingers as she made sure to keep a tight grip on his wrists so he couldn’t escape. The feel of the wet diaper beneath his fingers, and his sweet kisses almost drove her to insanity.

She felt herself growing wetter with every touch; she ran her tongue gently across his neck, before helping him take off his shirt to run her tongue to the edge of his diaper. He moaned and wiggled about as she did so, and she snickered in pleasure.

She continued to feel his dick beneath the diaper, watching him succumbing to her every will and wish. Part of her wanted to keep it slow and not go too far, but it was difficult. She tried to do so much for him. She bit her lip hard as she got on top of him, pressing her wet diaper against his and began to rock herself back and forth.

They both let out a moan almost simultaneously, as she continued to rock her body back and forth. She slipped off her dress and let it fall to the floor, leaving her only in her bra and panties.

It wasn’t too long before her finger slipped behind her back and unhooked her bra, releasing her perky breast from their hold.

She let go of her hands from him, allowing them to stretch up and massage both her breast as she continued to press her wet diaper against his.

It felt so good that she couldn’t quite explain the feeling. She only hoped that he was feeling the same way, but she would put her money on that he was based on his reactions.

She wasn’t sure how much longer she would be able to hold herself back, deep down inside of her she was screaming at herself.  But, she felt like the next thing she asked from him – would be too much for him to take. She didn’t want to push him over the edge. He told her to go all out, but she wasn’t sure if he was fully prepared for everything she wanted to do to him. Did he think this was all? That she just wanted to be in control. She shook her head.

“Are you okay?” He asked, and she broke from her trance as she looked down at him, realizing that she was lost in her thoughts.

“Oh, yes,” she said with a smile, “I was just thinking about everything I wanted to do to you.”

He gulped. “There is more?”

“Yes,” she said as she bent down and kissed him, “I’ll go slow, but for now, I’m going to need to change your diaper.”

“C-change me?” he asked with a blush.

“Yes, I can’t fuck you in a wet diaper, silly.” She told him, “afterwards we will take a shower to get all nice and clean…and then I’ll start to show you what you’re in for. If you’re ready.”

He nodded his head, and she smiled as she got off him, grabbing a bag of wipes she had in her closet as she walked over to the bed.

She helped him out of the diaper, ripping off the tabs and pulling them down, leaving him exposed. His face was a bright red when she did that. The last time he wore a diaper, he didn’t use it, so this was a whole new experience. Just watching his face turn red as he almost placed his hands over his face caused her pleasure; she didn’t fully explain or even understand herself. She almost felt like she could cum right then and there.

She held up his legs in the air as she began to wipe him down.

“Okay, let’s go take a shower,” she said as she slipped out of her diaper and headed into the bathroom – with him following behind her.

She started the shower and got in once it was warm enough, once he got in; she pushed him against the shower wall and pressed her lips against him, letting her fingers run down his stomach until they found his hard dick. She began to play with it with her fingertips, sliding all around it.

She smirked as she grabbed some soap and began to wash their bodies, still touching him everywhere, as she kissed him, teased him with her words and with her fingertips.

She knew that he wanted more; she watched as he bit his lip as she played with him slightly. She never fully grabbed hold of him with her hand, she just lightly tugged and played with his dick with her fingers, wanting him to drive him wild, wanting him to beg her for more eventually.

Once they were all clean and done with the shower, she turned off the water and stared at him, dripping wet (both from the shower and from him).

“Are you ready for this?” she whispered, searching his eyes.

He looked at her for a long time before saying, “Yes.”

“Then follow me.”

[Commission a Writer]

4 hours ago, Cya said:

PeculiarChangling is right, it's not right to continue a story that has been discontinued. Write something in the same world or sequence of events? Sure, but not literally starting at chapter 4 or 5 of an already established story. That being said, I'm always interested in writing something if you're interested in commissioning me.

 

I'm open for business too.

I agree with this as well! I'm not sure how comfortable I would be on continuing a story that isn't mine.