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Deposit Anxiously I smooth the front of my white blouse. My hands brush against the waistband of my ABU Bunnyhopps. The tall plastic stretching just above my navy pencil skirt. I’d put the damn thing on last night for bed only to wake up late- too late to put on big girl underwear for work… At least I was dry. My nerves were fried after stealthily clocking in and making my way to the teller line. The crinkle was like a roar in my ears. And I almost passed out upon seeing the outline of the padding on my skirt while passing a full-length mirror. But I made it; I was more or less safe. My counter was a little above waist height. The cubicle had walls around the side and back that mostly cut off my peers from a peek at my padded butt. Tell that to the beads of sweat building around my forehead, though. As a sense of calm starts to ease in, an unfortunate realization hits. In the panicked rush I’d found myself in, I had neglected certain… Morning needs. Something a twinge in my bladder was presently reminding me. “H-Hello, h-how can I help y-you today?” Before I could escape and somehow take care of my problem, a slightly older woman much taller than myself had appeared in my line. My legs shake below the counter, doing their best impression of a “potty dance”. The sharp-eyed beauty gives me a smile. “Hello dear, could you do a deposit for me?” My mind goes blank; the ground beneath my feet threatening to open up and swallow me whole. How!? She knows? She knows!? There’s no way! She- She wants me to-? Reflexively my hand drops down to the front of my skirt, checking that she didn’t get a peek from either above or below. The bulk between my legs feels massive in this moment… “W-What?” “A deposit, can you do that for me?” Never before have I felt so small in front of someone. The blankness of my mind begins fogging up around the edges. It’s all I can do to keep my thumb out of my mouth. She… doesn’t want me to have an accident in my d-diapie in front of her… At work… R-Right? The anxiety, bodily desperation, regressive headspace, and demand from a pretty lady compound together and sweep me away. It’s too much, my brain is absolutely fried. “Du-Duhposit…” I murmur from behind the thumb planted in my mouth. “Oh dear.” The woman looks down at me in surprise as my buckling knees finally acquiesce and bend. My free hand grabs onto the counter for support. Without needing to push an audible hiss fills the air between us as the hustle and bustle of the bank continues around us. Ignorant of the spectacle I was presenting to this random woman. “Aaah~” A relieved sigh escapes my pacified mouth. The babyish warmth between my legs is unbearable. Formerly crisp padding sags lower and lower. Humiliation burns my face beneath the haze. If I focused too hard, I’d lose myself entirely to these feelings. I-I’m a grown woman… I’mma b-big girl, and yet… P-Potty… As the flow stops, I start to mentally pull myself together. Though not fully there. A nudge would tip me back over into an infantile abyss. It’s a struggle to return to my full height; but I do so with a thumb still in my mouth as I meet the customer’s eye. An unsure waddle in my gait. “C-Can I do anyfin’ ewse for oo today?” I say while fidgeting under her grown up gaze. Futilely attempting to tug my skirt down and over my ruined Bunnyhopps. The woman chuckles, reaching over the counter to gently pat my head. “I was hoping you could deposit this.” She slides the check clutched in her free hand between us. All I can do is suck harder on my thumb in response. My face couldn’t get more crimson. “Aw It’s okay! You can help me with that in a minute, sweetie...” A wave of relief washes over me. I can move past this! I can be a big girl! “Before that why don’t I help my little teller freshen up on the changing table~” Her words push me over the edge. My adult mind crashes in on itself. I am a big girl no more. --- Inspired by @Pumpkprince_ss on Twitter Deposit.pdf

Chapter 1: The Wet Cloud was nothing like your normal business. Instead, it was something much more unique. On paper what the business did was simple, they babied people. But of course, just using the term babied wouldn’t be doing it justice. The employees of the Wet Cloud catered to each of their customers' needs. Whether it was changing their dirty diapers, dressing them in cute frilly clothes, treating them like a big baby, embarrassing them, serving them drinks, or just simply talking to them, they went to great lengths to baby their customers in whatever way they preferred. There was a wide range of tasks that the employees of the Wet Cloud would do for their customers. But all of these tasks were far from what would be considered “normal.” It wasn’t exactly common that someone’s job involved babying other adults and even changing their diapers. After all, only babies should wear diapers, right? And everyone should be completely potty trained far before they become an adult, right? But of course, that wasn’t always the case. Working at the Wet Cloud was a very specific job, but it was a job that each of the six girls who worked there had no problems with. As the Wet Cloud was a very unique business, it acquired some very unique employees. There was of course the owner of the Wet Cloud, Ruby, a short but confident girl who kept the business running no matter what. There was Alice, a taller, accident prone girl who always seemed to be in a good mood and someone never got embarrassed. Skye, a shy and quite stinky girl who always wants the best for everyone around her. Liora, the princess of Roglace who has somehow found herself working at the Wet Cloud babying others. And Lily, the newest hire who is always quite curious about those who want to be babied and why they decide to come to the Wet Cloud. But there was also one other employee who didn’t fit into the group as well as everyone else. It wasn’t that she disliked her coworkers or disliked working at the Wet Cloud, but rather that when compared to everyone else, even the princess herself, she was a little different. Currently standing behind the counter in the brightly colored main room of the Wet Cloud, was a girl wearing a light purple shirt with frilly sleeves and a large bow in the middle of it. Along with the shirt, this girl also wore a dark purple skirt that slightly hid the bulky white diaper she was wearing underneath of it. Standing only lightly taller than Ruby at 5 foot 1 inch tall, with short black hair and blue eyes, was a girl named Mira. And she currently had an annoyed look on her face, as she waited for her shift to finally finish. Her coworker Lily had called out for the day, as she had something urgent to attend to, so Mira was left to work alone all day. This luckily wasn’t a problem, as it was a rather slow day, meaning that Mira didn’t need any help. So she worked alone that day in the main room of the Wet Cloud, while her boss Ruby worked in the back like she usually did. As the time continued to tick by, it finally hit 6:00 PM, meaning that the Wet Cloud was closed for the day and Mira could finally head home. “Hm… slow day huh?” Ruby said casually, as she walked into the main room. “Guess so, not many customers today.” Mira responded in a monotone voice with a shrug, as all she really cared about was getting back home. “Well you're free to go for the day, I have some stuff I need to finish up in my office, so I’ll be there if you need me.” Ruby said, as she walked back out of the room. “Finally.” Mira groaned with a sigh, as she stretched her arms. While she did like working at the Wet Cloud, she still got sick of it from time to time. Even if she liked her job, it was still a job at the end of the day. Mira then quickly gathered her belongings, as she didn’t want to stay any longer than she had to. But before leaving, she walked toward the bathroom before shutting the door behind her and then changing herself into some more normal clothes. Just like most of the girls who worked at the Wet Cloud, Mira wore a particularly babyish outfit while working. It was an outfit Mira found quite embarrassing, as the diaper she wore was barely even hidden by her short skirt. She might as well have not even been wearing a skirt at all with how revealed her diaper was. While some of her coworkers like Ruby, Alice, and Skye wore babyish clothes all the time, even in public as they just opted to ignore the odd glances people gave them, Mira wasn’t the same. Mira only wore babyish clothes and diapers when she worked, as she made sure to never wear them in public. Mira respected that they were able to wear such clothes in public, but she would be found dead doing the same. It wasn’t like she particularly liked the look of the babyish clothes or actually needed diapers like some of them did, she just wore them when she worked to better fit in with the aesthetic of the Wet Cloud. And now with her shift over, MIra had no more reason to be wearing such embarrassing clothes. So she then changed out of her babyish clothes and diaper, before putting on a simple dark purple hoodie along with a longer black skirt, this time with no diaper underneath of it. She then put the babyish clothes in her bag before she left the bathroom and walked out the front door of the Wet Cloud. “Took long enough.” Mira murmured to herself, as she stepped outside and stretched her arms once again. Now after a long day of work, Mira wanted nothing more than to go back to her apartment and rest. But unfortunately for her, she still had something else she had to do. As she lived alone it was her responsibility to keep her apartment clean and stocked with all the supplies she needed from day to day. And recently she had been running pretty low on food in her fridge, meaning she needed to go to a grocery store to get more. So instead of walking back to her apartment after work like she usually did, she started to walk in a different direction towards her nearest grocery store. As both the Wet Cloud and her apartment were located within the city, Mira didn’t own a car, as she opted to just walk anywhere she needed to go. This led to her having to walk quite a lot from day to day, but Mira had no problems with that, as walking alone always gave her some nice alone time. After about thirty minutes of walking, Mira arrived at her closest grocery store. The store wasn’t anything special, but it had everything she needed. So she walked inside and then started to collect the things she needed to stock up on. Mira did this rather mindlessly, as she really just wanted to go home and not be bothered with anything else. After getting everything she needed, Mira then went to one of the self check out counters and waited in line to pay for her items and finally get home. She initially waited patiently, as the line slowly dwindled down and there was now only one other person in line in front of her. While Mira didn’t consider herself an impatient person, she was certainly getting annoyed with how slowly the person in front of her seemed to be scanning her items. The person in front of her stood at six feet tall and was wearing a black hoodie and a dark purple skirt, as she slowly scanned her items one by one. While Mira couldn’t see this person's face as she had the hood of her hoodie up, Mira was getting increasingly annoyed with her. This person seemed to really be taking her time and Mira just wanted to finally get home. “A-Achoo!” The girl sneezed loudly, as she wiped off her face. “Ugh… c-come on.” The same girl mumbled in a scratchy voice, as she returned to slowly scanning her items. Mira saw this girl sneeze and quickly realized that this girl must have been sick. While she felt a little bad for her, she still just wanted this girl to finish up so she could pay for her items and go home. “That’s… ugh… yeah t-that’s everything.” The girl mumbled out loud again in the same scratchy voice, as she scanned her last item and paid for everything she bought. The girl then took a step forward toward her groceries, as she planned on picking them up and then leaving. But as she did, she slightly stumbled forward before immediately tripping and starting to fall to the ground. This annoyed Mira once again, but Mira was no monster. Before this girl hit the ground, Mira quickly stepped forward and grabbed the girl's arms, pulling her back up to her feet as she did. “H-Huh?” The girl frantically mumbled, as Mira grabbed her arm and saved her from falling to the ground. “Watch your step.” Mira said bluntly, as she finally got a glance at the girl in front of her. But as Mira finished talking, her eyes immediately widened as she realized who she was talking to. The sick girl did the same thing, as her expression instantly changed as she looked back at Mira. “M-Mira?” The girl said in a surprised tone with a similarly surprised expression across her face. “Huh? Violet?” Mira said in a confused voice. Looking back at Mira under her hood, was the famous pop star “Twinkle Violet”. Violet was one of the most popular singers in the entire nation of Roglace with millions of adoring fans scattered all throughout it. It was odd for someone of Violet’s popularity to know a girl like Mira, but the two of them did actually know each other somewhat well. This is because Violet was a repeat customer of the Wet Cloud. A few times Violet had gone to the Wet Cloud and each time Mira was the specific person she went to, to get babied. So while the two girls weren’t exactly friends, Mira had seen and directly put Violet in some quite compromising positions before. But of course they only ever interacted with each other at the Wet Cloud, with Violet being the customer and Mira being the employee. This was one of the first times they had ever seen each other in a different setting. “U-Uh… thanks for c-catching me.” Violet mumbled with an awkward blush, as she got back to her feet. “Eh, yeah… whatever.” Mira said in a similarly awkward voice. Neither of them really knew what to say to each other, as their relationship was rather strange. They weren’t really friends, but they knew each other better than acquaintances would. “I’ll uh… get going now.” Violet nervously mumbled, as she started to walk away from Mira. But it only took a few more off balance steps for Violet to trip once again. With another slight sigh, Mira stepped forward and quickly grabbed Violet’s hand in the same fashion as before. “What a baby…” Mira muttered with a smirk, as she helped Violet back to her feet once. “Eh? N-No… d-don’t…” Violet said with a blush, as she clearly got embarrassed by getting called a baby. Even if she wasn’t currently at the Wet Cloud, being called a baby certainly reminded Violet of when she was. “Relax, it’s not like I’m working right now.” Mira said bluntly in response, as she noticed Violet blush. “I know but… umm… it's just…” Violet mumbled nervously, as she wasn’t able to really describe her embarrassment. Mira knew from her past interactions with Violet that while Violet liked to be babied, she really wanted that part of herself to be kept a secret. Mira of course understood this, as someone with as much fame as Violet would probably want to keep that embarrassing interest of hers away from her adoring fans. So the two of them interacting like this was a bit strange, as to Violet, it was almost like the part of herself that she hid away was coming into her usual day to day life. “Here… I’ll help you get your things.” Mira said bluntly, as she quickly paid for her own items, before grabbing some of Violet’s for her. “U-Uh you really don’t have too…” Violet mumbled nervously in a still scratchy voice. “It’s fine, I don’t really care.” Mira said firmly, as she helped Violet pick up her things. “Oh, t-thanks… M-Mira…” Violet mumbled nervously, as she felt a little odd with Mira helping her do such a simple task. “Yeah yeah… just tell me where to put these.” Mira said in the same firm tone. Mira could tell Violet was acting a little off compared to how she usually did. And Mira could only assume that along with the obvious fact that Violet was sick, it was because seeing Mira in a public setting embarrassed her. This wasn’t a surprise to Mira, as she certainly didn’t go easy on Violet when she babied her. Violet liked being babied a little more forcefully than most customers did, and Mira was more than willing to baby her just like that. So she only assumed that when Violet interacted with her, Violet associated her with all of those babyish things. Mira then followed Violet out of the grocery store and into the store's large parking lot. Unlike Mira, it seemed that Violet drove herself to the store. Mira then walked over to Violet’s car and helped her pack away her things. “T-Thanks… A-Achoo!” Violet mumbled, as she sneezed once again. “Sick huh?” Mira asked, as she already knew the answer to her question. “Ugh… y-yeah I’ve been sick for the last week or two.” Violet mumbled in a scratchy voice, clearly not in a good mood. “So that’s why I haven’t seen you…” Mira said, as she hadn’t seen Violet at the Wet Cloud in a few weeks. “Umm… y-yes.” Violet mumbled awkwardly, as even the mention of where they usually saw each other made her blush. “A-Anyway… thanks for… f-for the help.” Violet mumbled, as she started to slowly enter her car, her body still moving very slowly as she did. “Uh, you really think you should be driving right now?” Mira asked in a concerned voice. “I… I’ll be… f-fin- Achoo!” Violet mumbled, as she sneezed again, her body shaking a little as she did. “Sure you are.” Mira said sarcastically, as she rolled her eyes. “It’s just a little cold… I’m fine… r-reall- A-Achoo!” Violet mumbled, as she sneezed again. As Mira saw Violet continually sneeze as she moved slowly and seemed off balance, she quickly decided that Violet was in no state to drive herself home. “Ugh… come on Violet, you're going to get yourself killed if you try to drive right now.” Mira said in an annoyed voice, as it seemed like Violet didn’t understand how sick she was. “W-Well…” Violet mumbled, as she agreed with Mira, but it wasn’t like she had any other way to get herself home. “Here, how about I drive you back?” Mira casually offered. “W-What? N-No! I… um… uh…” Violet mumbled frantically, as this offer clearly made her embarrassed. “Come on, don’t be a big baby about it.” Mira teased with a smirk, as she knew Violet needed the help. “E-Eh? B-But I… uh… uh, o-okay.” Violet mumbled, as she finally agreed. She didn’t exactly want someone to help her get home, but she knew that it was probably for the best. “Took you long enough.” Mira said bluntly. Mira then got in the driver's side of Violet’s car, as Violet took the passenger seat. “So… where do you live?” Mira asked in the same blunt tone. “Over… over here.” Violet said, as she pointed out her address on a map with a blush. Violet felt a little embarrassed giving Mira this much information about herself, as she also tried to keep the knowledge of where she lived a secret from most people. “Okay, got it.” Mira said confidently. She then started up the car and started to drive, as Violet sat in the passenger seat with a blush still across her face. Mira did feel a little weird driving the car of someone she really had only ever seen at work, but at the same time she just wanted Violet to be okay. Then after a few minutes of driving, Mira looked over at the passenger seat, to see that Violet had fallen asleep. “Heh… yeah, knew it.” Mira said out loud, as her suspicions that Violet shouldn’t have been driving were confirmed. After a little more driving, Mira reached the address Violet had given her. Located at the address was a fairly large house, which Mira could only assume belonged to the one and only “Twinkle Violet.” Mira was initially quite surprised at how fancy the house looked, but as she thought about how popular and likely wealthy Violet was, it made sense that she could afford such a nice looking house. Mira then parked the car in the house's driveway before turning her attention to Violet who was still currently asleep in the passenger seat. “You passed out pretty fast.” Mira said with a sigh, as she nudged Violet in an attempt to wake her up. “U-Uh… Uw-we?” Violet mumbled incoherently with her eyes still closed. “Come on… wake up. You really can be such a baby sometimes.” Mira teased, as she nudged her again, this time with a little more force. But as Mira did, Violet just mumbled again, as it seemed like the girl was still deep asleep. “She’s really out of it.” Mira said out loud with an annoyed expression. This put Mira in an odd situation, as she really did want to make sure Violet got back into her house safely, but she didn’t want to go into Violet's house without her permission. Driving her car was one thing, but entering her house was pushing it a little. After thinking about it for a few minutes, Mira made up her mind. “She probably has a roommate, right? I doubt she lives alone in a house this big, so I guess they could help her out once she gets to the door.” Mira thought to herself. Mira then got out of Violet’s car before walking around to the passenger seat and picking Violet up into her hands. This wasn’t the first time Mira held Violet, as Violet did like to be held sometimes when she was being babied at the Wet Cloud. But this time was a little different, as Mira felt weird holding Violet while she wasn’t conscious. Although, this also wasn’t the only time Mira had been put in a spot where she had to hold Violet while Violet was asleep. There was little Mira could do to help this, so she just shrugged it off and took Violet to her house’s front door. Normally it would be quite difficult for someone like Mira to hold a girl like Violet who was almost a whole foot taller than her, but Mira was stronger than she looked and found holding Violet to actually be mostly effortless. So, Mira then walked up to the house’s front door and knocked on it, hoping someone would answer. But after no response and a few more repeated knocks at the door, Mira concluded that no one else was home. “Ugh… well… you probably have a key on you, right?” Mira said out loud, as she turned her head toward Violet. But even after hearing the sound from the loud knocks and being held by Mira, Violet seemed to still be dead asleep. “Ehh…” Mira grumbled in an annoyed voice, as she realized Violet wasn’t waking up anytime soon. Mira didn’t particularly want to go searching Violet for her house key, but at this point she had no choice. She then reached into Violet’s pocket, hoping to find her key. And after searching around her phone, wallet, and everything else she had her pocket, Mira found a small key ring. Then with a slight sigh of relief, she then used the key to unlock the door and entered the house with Violet still in her hands. “Anyone home?” Mira loudly called out, as she entered the house. But once again she was met with no response as it seemed like no one else really was home. “I guess I should find someplace to lay her down.” Mira thought to herself, as she looked around at the interior of Violet’s house. And as soon as Mira started to look around, someone became very apparent to her, Violet’s house was a complete mess. The house was still very nice looking on the inside in a similar way to how it looked on the outside, but there were lots of random objects, clothes, and trash scattered around the floor, as the house didn’t seem well kept at all. This confused Mira, as she didn’t think Violet was a particularly messy person. But she just tried to ignore the mess, as she walked further into the house in an attempt to find Violet's bedroom. After walking through a few more rooms, including some that seemed oddly empty, she found what she could only assume was Violet’s bedroom. It was a large room with lots of brightly colored pink and purple objects within it. There was a large bed with pink sheets on it, a dark purple desk with what seemed like pages of song lyrics messily laid all around it, some fancy looking awards displayed on the walls, what seemed like a recording microphone, and a dresser full of sparkly looking clothing. After realizing she found the right room, Mira walked over to Violet’s bed before gently placing Violet onto it. “Finally…” Mira mumbled to herself. She then put a blanket over Violet before trying to figure out what to do next. At this point Mira really wanted nothing more than to finally get back to her apartment, as it had now been quite a while since her shift had ended and she got side tracked helping Violet. But with everything that had just happened, Mira was starting to get a bit concerned. While Mira didn’t know Violet that well, she at least knew that Violet was normally a very healthy person. As a pop star Violet had to constantly be performing and practicing, so she had to have a lot of energy and always be pushing herself. With that kind of routine, Mira knew that a simple cold shouldn’t have been too hard on Violet’s immune system. But that’s not what Mira had noticed, as with Violet's sluggish movements, scratchy voice, constant sneezing, being off balance, and having seemingly no energy, Violet was clearly in a pretty bad position. And as Mira noticed no one else was around to help Violet out, she knew she couldn’t just leave her alone. While whatever disease she had didn’t seem to be life threatening, she knew Violet needed someone to help her out. So with another annoyed sigh, Mira decided to stick around at least until Violet woke up once again. And hopefully after she knew Violet was healthy enough to be by herself, she would finally be able to head home. A few hours later, Violet woke up in a cold sweat. “Huh? W-What?” Violet mumbled to herself, her throat still feeling sore, as she looked around at her surroundings. Her memories seemed fuzzy, as she didn’t remember going to sleep in her bed. She remembered going to the grocery store to try to get some cold medicine, but then her memory seemed to cut off. “How did I… A-Achoo!” Violet mumbled, as she sneezed again. Despite her long rest, it seemed that she wasn’t any less sick than before she went to sleep. “You finally awake?” A familiar voice called out from the other room. “W-What?” Violet mumbled in a confused state, as she still didn’t understand what was going on or who was talking to her. Then after the sound of some footsteps approaching Violet’s bedroom, her door opened and Mira walked into the room. “Took you long enough.” Mira said bluntly, as she saw that Violet had finally woken up after being asleep for a while. “M-Mira? What are you… W-Why are you… in my h-house?” Violet anxiously stuttered in surprise, as she sat up in bed and more of her memories finally came back to her. She remembered running into Mira at the grocery store and Mira offering to drive her home. But right around then her memory cut off again. “Well… you fell asleep while I was driving you back home. And you wouldn’t respond when I tried to wake you up. So I had to… you know, let myself in.” Mira said with a slight smirk. “I… fell asleep? I guess that would explain things.” Violet said with a sigh, as she finally realized how she got back home. But then suddenly she blushed, as she had a sudden realization. “W-Wait… so if you took me home. Did you… c-carry me here?” Violet asked with a blush. “Hehe, it’s not like I had much of a choice, unless I wanted to leave you in your car.” Mira responded with the same smirk as before. “W-Wha… b-but I… you…” Violet mumbled with a blush now completely across her face. “It’s not like this is the first time I’ve held you.” Mira said with a shrug, as she had held Violet during her time at the Wet Cloud. “I k-know… but this is different… it’s just… A-Achoo!” Violet mumbled before sneezing once again. “You really don’t look so good.” Mira said, as she walked closer to Violet’s bed, this time with a more concerned expression. “I… I’m n-not… A-Achoo!” Violet said in a scratchy voice, before sneezing once again. “Seems like it…” Mira said, as she scratched the back of her head. Then there was a little pause, where neither girl spoke. But eventually, Violet broke the awkward silence between them. “H-Hey… Mira? I appreciate you… driving me back and everything. But umm, why are you still here? Don’t you have things to do? I don’t want to waste your time.” Violet asked softly. “Well yeah, I do. I planned to leave after I brought you back, but I kind of assumed someone was helping take care of you. Don’t you have like… a roommate, or some friend you can call over to help?” Mira asked in a concerned voice. “Hm? I don’t have any roommates. And I usually don’t have anyone over either. Violet mumbled in a casual voice. “Eh? So you’ve just been taking care of yourself this entire time?” Mira asked in a surprised voice. In response, Violet just slowly nodded her head yes. “Violet… you said you’ve been sick for a week or two?” Mira asked bluntly. “Um… yeah, I think so?” Violet responded awkwardly. “And have you felt any better since getting sick?” Mira asked in the same blunt way. “No… not really.” Violet responded, as she thought about her condition. “Ugh, you’re hopeless, you know that?” Mira groaned, as she responded with a more emotional voice. “W-What?” Violet asked in a confused voice, unsure of why Mira seemed annoyed. “Violet, if I thought you were in a healthy enough state to be left by yourself, then I would have left by now, but you're clearly not.” Mira responded forcefully. “H-Huh? I’m not doing that bad… am I?” Violet responded with a concerned expression. “Want to find out?” Mira said with a devious smirk, before walking over to a bag on the floor that she had brought with her. Then after a little bit of searching around in the bag, she pulled out a thermometer. “Let’s see if Violet has a fever… I have a pretty good hunch she does.” Mira said, as she walked back over to Violet. “A thermometer? I’m really… not that bad, you don’t need to use that.” Violet mumbled. “Oh? You rather me use the one that goes in the other side?” Mira responded with a smirk. “W-What? T-The… the other side?” Violet said, as she blushed and imagined the other type of thermometer that Mira had in mind. Mira then took advantage of Violet's shocked reaction to bring the thermometer to Violet’s forehead and quickly read her temperature. “Eh?” Violet mumbled in surprise, as she saw Mira check her temperature. “103 degrees… yeah I thought as much. You have a fever and a pretty damn bad one at that.” Mira said with a sigh. “It’s not that bad… r-really… A-Achoo!” Violet said, as she sneezed once again. “Sure you are…” Mira said sarcastically, as she rolled her eyes. Mira was a little confused why Violet was in such denial about how sick she really was. She didn’t know Violet well enough to know if this denial was common for her or not, but it was something that Mira didn’t understand. “L-Listen Mira, I’m fine really. I really am-.” Violet said, as she suddenly flinched and stopped talking mid sentence. “What was that?” Mira asked, as she was a little confused why Violet cut herself off. “Oh n-nothing I just need to…” Violet mumbled, as she took the blanket off herself and stood up off of her bed. Her body immediately felt off balance as she stood up, but she tried her best to ignore it as she started to walk forward. “Uh, Violet?” Mira asked, as she saw Violet clearly struggling to walk in a straight line. “I’m f-fine… I jus-.” Violet mumbled, as she took another step forward and once against slipped on her front foot. “Ahh!” Violet yelped, as she started to fall. And just like at the grocery store, Mira quickly stepped forward and grabbed Violet’s hand before she hit the ground. “W-Wha? Wait no! S-Stop!” Violet anxiously mumbled in distress. “Huh?” Mira asked in a confused voice, unsure why Violet seemed so upset, as she caught her fall. But then before Mira could properly ask Violet what was wrong, she heard a very familiar sound. A sound that immediately answered Mira’s question. A hissing sound. Very quickly a wet spot started to appear on Violet’s purple skirt, as she started to pee herself. “W-Wha… n-no!” Violet incoherently mumbled, as she continued to pee, unable to hold any of it back. The wet spot on her skirt quickly grew, as her hoodie also started to grow wet. And soon enough, her pee started to leak right through her skirt and onto her legs, as it started to drip onto the floor and pool beneath her. “Uh…” Mira mumbled, as she didn’t know what to say. “A-Ah… S-Stop!” Violet anxiously said, as her body started to shake as she blushed a deep red. “V-Violet… H-Hey!” Mira said, as she tried to continue holding onto Violet’s hand, but Violet’s sudden shaking made it hard and her grip started to slip. “I… N-No… I… A-“ Violet continued to mumble, as she shook out of Mira’s grip. And then as soon as Violet did, she continued to fall once again, this time falling right down into a puddle of her own pee. With a slight splash, Violet fell right on her face, pee now drenching her whole body, as she continued to wet herself even further while on the ground. “N-No… No… d-don’t… P-Please don’t look at me.” Violet mumbled now with tears in her eyes, as she looked over at Mira, all while the hiss sound of her peeing continued. There then was a brief moment of very awkward silence where neither girl spoke. But after Mira stopped hearing the hissing sound from before, she spoke up again. “Yeah… yeah… I thought you were pretty sick, and I don’t think you can deny that anymore.” Mira said with a sigh, as she crouched down next to Violet. “P-Please… don’t look at me.” Violet mumbled again, as tears continued to run down her blushing face. “You know, for a pop star, you are really stupid sometimes.” Mira said bluntly with a blank expression. “E-Eh?” Violet responded in a confused tone, as she didn’t understand what Mira meant. “Come on Violet, I’ve seen you in plenty of more embarrassing positions than this.” Mira said with a slight smirk. “I… well… I guess so.” Violet said, as she was reminded of who exactly she was talking to. Lying on the floor covered in her own pee was extremely embarrassing, but it was true that Mira had seen her in plenty of more embarrassing and more babyish positions while at the Wet Cloud. “So… Do you want some help? You can say no if you want, I’m not forcing anything on you. But if you do…” Mira said in a casual tone. Violet wasn’t somebody who liked asking for help, but in this situation, she really needed some help. “Y-Yeah… Some help would be nice.” Violet mumbled as she continued to blush. “Finally…” Mira said with a happier smirk. Then without hesitation, Mira reached out her hands and picked up Violet just like she had when she brought her home. “Um… Violet mumbled awkwardly, as she felt her pee covered clothes stick to her body. “Heh, you always look pretty cute when you're embarrassed.” Mira teased, as she walked out of Violet’s room and into the bathroom while still holding her. Violet didn’t respond to the teasing, as she just blushed even more in response. Mira then gently laid Violet down on the bathroom floor. “I’ll get some new clothes to change you into.” Mira said bluntly, as she promptly left the bathroom in search of some clean clothes. As Mira did, she left the still pee soaked Violet laying alone on the bathroom floor, wondering how she got here. Violet lived a pretty unique life as one of the most popular pop stars in all of Roglace. She was constantly busy either performing to a large audience or preparing for her next performance. Her life tended to have very little down time, as there was always something else that needed to be done. She had a manager and a whole team behind her to help advertise the show, do the lighting, and get all the proper reservations done. But when it came to the music and Violet’s own singing, it was all up to her to put on a good show. Unlike many other pop stars or idol groups, Violet didn’t perform in a group. Rather, it was a one girl show all for her. While this did give Violet more freedom to perform exactly how she wanted to, it also meant that there was an immense amount of pressure on Violet whenever she performed, as she couldn’t afford to have an off day. But whenever she did have some down time, she did like to take it easy and enjoy the little things in life. And somehow, that led her to going to the Wet Cloud and meeting Mira. Although, Violet wouldn’t quite say her time at the Wet Cloud was ever really “relaxing.” For Violet, it was more for the thrill of it all. While Violet did certainly enjoy going to the Wet Cloud and being babied by Mira, it wasn’t like she was friends with Mira. Their relationship was mostly professional, with the only exception being when Violet invited Mira and one of her coworkers who was a fan of hers, Lily, to one of her concerts. But even then, it wasn’t like Violet was ever particularly close to either of them. And now she was laying on the ground, covered in sticky pee soaked clothes, as Mira was inside her house looking for clean clothes to change Violet into. This odd situation was just hard for Violet to wrap her head around. A few minutes later, Mira came back holding a soft light blue t-shirt and a dark blue skirt. “These seem good?” Mira asked bluntly, as she walked back into the room with the clothes. Violet blushed a little, as she knew that Mira must have looked through her closet to find those clothes, but she was still relieved that she would soon be out of her pee soaked clothes. “Y-Yeah… those look good.” Violet mumbled softly. “Nice nice… and, I brought something else that I think might… help you.” Mira said with a smirk. She then reached into her bag and pulled out a large white diaper before holding it up in the air. “E-Eh?” Violet flinched, as she saw the diaper in Mira’s hand. “M-Mira… I don’t… when I’m not at the Wet Cloud I don’t… need… A-Achoo.” Violet mumbled, before sneezing once again. “Relax, I know you’re not at the Wet Cloud right now, I don’t plan on embarrassing you or making you mess yourself if that’s what you’re wondering.” Mira said with a slight laugh. “I just think that… if you’re so sick you can’t always make it to the bathroom… you might as well wear one of these. So you don’t do… you know, that again.” Mira continued, as she gestured to Violet and the wet clothes she was still wearing with a smirk across her face. “B-But actually using a diaper like that… like a baby… it would be so embarrassing…” Violet mumbled. “Being embarrassed never stopped you before… and it’s either that or make some more… puddles.” Mira said with the same smirk. Violet blushed even more at that comment, but she had to admit that Mira wasn’t wrong. “F-Fine…” Violet mumbled, as she finally gave in to wearing the diaper. “Took you long enough.” Mira said, as she bent down next to Violet and immediately started to change her out of her wet clothes. Violet was of course extremely embarrassed that Mira was taking off her clothes and would see her in such a vulnerable state, but again it wasn’t anything that Mira hadn’t seen before while working at the Wet Cloud. After Violet’s wet clothes were off, Mira got out some wipes to help clean off Violet’s wet body. Violet couldn’t help but shiver a little at the wipe's cold touch, although deep down she was just glad to feel clean again after her “accident.” Now with Violet’s body cleaned up, Mira pulled out the white diaper, as she couldn’t help but crack a slight grin. Mira then slid the diaper under Violet before properly fitting it around her waist and then firmly taping the diaper in place. Mira then took a slight step backwards, and looked at Violet, as she admired her own work. “Heh, maybe I should just leave you only wearing the diaper, it really does suit you.” Mira teased with a slight laugh. “N-No! Come on… don’t tease me like that. At least… not now…” Violet whimpered, as she moved her legs and felt the thick diaper crinkle between them. Violet did like to be teased when she was at the Wet Cloud, but it was another story when she was in her own house. “Fine, I guess the pop star doesn’t want everyone to know her little secret.” Mira said, as she started to put the rest of the clothes on Violet. In response Violet just blushed further, as she hoped Mira would stop teasing her soon. After a little more time had passed, Mira had changed Violet into all of the clean clothes. And luckily for Violet, the clothes hide her diaper quite well. “That feels better…” Violet said with a sigh of relief, as she stood up once again. “Watch your step.” Mira said, as she stood nearby Violet, making sure she wouldn’t trip again. The two of them then walked back into Violet’s bedroom, where they both noticed the puddle of pee still on the floor. “Oh… right.” Violet groaned, as she blushed once again. “Hmm… should I clean it?” Mira asked in an annoyed voice, as she clearly didn’t want to, despite her offer. “N-No… you’ve uh done more than enough for me.” Violet said in an embarrassed tone, as she walked back over to her bed and laid down in it. “Eh, I just didn’t want you stuck laying in your own pee is all.” Mira said with a smirk as she shrugged. “Thank you…” Violet said softly, as she started to close her eyes. “Whatever.” Mira responded bluntly, as she didn’t think her help was really worth praise. “Hehe…” Violet responded with a faint laugh, as she kept her eyes closed. And then as Mira looked at Violet laying on her own bed, Mira could tell that the girl had just fallen asleep once again. This really shouldn’t have been a surprise to Mira, as she looked over at the time and realized it was now around midnight. “Looks like I’m staying here tonight.” Mira said with a sigh, as she didn’t want to walk home at this hour. And even if she wanted to, it was pretty obvious to her now that Violet shouldn’t be left alone in her current state. But Mira wasn’t too bothered about having to stay around Violet. So with Violet now asleep, Mira decided that it only made sense to follow her lead. “I guess I can just stay with her tonight.” Mira thought to herself, as she scanned Violet's room. But once again, her gaze landed on the puddle near Violet’s bed. “Eh, I really should clean that up. If I don't, this whole room is going to smell like pee by morning.” Mira thought with another sigh, as she decided to help Violet out one more time that night. Mira had found herself in a pretty odd situation, but she didn’t mind it too much. If Violet really needed her help, then she was going to give Violet just that. To Be Continued

Comfort's weight hangs thick; Wet and heavy, padding full; Flooded from my heart. Feel the weight increase! Padded comfort, hanging wet; Flows which lift my heart. A pair of haiku, articulating two different versions of the same feelings

If you're a fan of giant sentient diapers and possibly being vored by said sentient diapers, this might be for you~ 👀 I have a diapercritter like species I came up with >~< they are a bit different from normal diapercritters so it's not for everyone but if anyone is interested in it, I'd love it if you read the details below. I'd love to possibly do a real RP with one of use playing as them! >~< #vore #macro #diaper #fart Diapertaurs are aliens that look like massive and long diapers in the shape of a centipede. Their face resembles a shiny panel on the front of a diaper with an animated 2d face. Diapertaurs are a bit bigger than a car. All of a Diapertaurs limbs resemble big tape tabs with sticky tapes at the ends. A Diapertaurs leak guards follow along both left and right sides of their body where their limbs start. Their leak guards are usually for letting out farts but are otherwise closed off from the inside of their body. Diapertaurs have many limbs like a centipede. Diapertaurs have the ability to change their personality, voice, print design, and animated face. Diapertaurs can make any sound and smell imaginable. Diapertaurs can eat anything but their main food source is diapers filled with water. Diapertaurs usually animate their face when talking but occupationally open up their real mouth when burping and swallowing balled up diapers. Diapertaurs love absorbing water to make themselves look bigger, heavier, sexy. Diapertaur faces are usually simple animal faces, peekabu style faces, or anthro animals wearing shortalls that are reflected in the rest of the diapertaur's print.

Hi! I’m looking for a dom who is knowledgeable about FNAF and is okay with writing more than one line of text. I have multiple FNAF movie plots and multiple FNAF game plots that I’m fine with roleplaying on Reddit or Discord. Please put effort into your introduction message. Make sure to send your limits in your first message and what I should call you. I’ve called multiple different people "mommy" and "daddy" before, so I’m okay with calling you anything. My kinks: kinks: regresssion, forced regresssion, physical regresssion, using undies, Pull-Ups, and diapers for pee and poo, spanking, breastfeeding, age play, bottle feeding, hypnosis, pacifier gag, babied, bear bottom spanked over knees and in different spanking positions, humiliation, forced into a diaper, forced to act like a baby for mommy/daddy, forcefully stripped naked and pampered, Limits: vore, piss play, mouthtoilet, inflation, racism, slavery, Oh, and I love detailed spankings and diaper changes/getting diapered. Send a 🐻 emoji to prove you read through this :)

Hi, this is a one-shot story, (potential to be extended), unrelated to my previous works. If you enjoy, please consider supporting me which will aid in future endeavours. I am a young carer for a family member and am struggling financially. Support at https://buymeacoffee.com/lmlmlm1111 to help me upload more regularly. Any requests for commission (or simply story ideas), shoot me a DM, I'd love to hear from you! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sam headed over to Liam's house, excited for his sleepover. His friend had just turned thirteen, the same as him, and it was the first time Sam's mum had allowed him to stay with a friend. His feet trudged over the frosted grass, crunching with every step. Thankfully, the boy was wrapped up warm and snug, as ensured by his mother. Enough so, that the cold did not intrude upon his comfort. Liam had warned him about the fact his Mum could be slightly... overbearing... However, Sam decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. After all, she was a single Mother, so who could blame her for caring so much about her kid? Sam arrived at the white plastic door, and gave a light knock, so as not to disturb the neighbours. He waited, and waited, and waited some more. Standing out there in the cold with his grey camo fleece, and dark waterproof jacket providing ample protection from the downpour. After a while, he heard a creaking, as the door swung open. "SAMMMM!!!!" screeched Liam, standing in the doorway, with a foreboding figure looming above. The little lad's face encapsulated excitement, which vastly juxtaposed the image behind him. Liam appeared ecstatic, whilst the facial features of the giant above told a story of anticipation, slight worry, accompanied by a somewhat (as he perceived it) menacing undertone. "Hello Sammy! It's so great to finally meet Liam's new friend!" said the creature, with what appeared to Sam as feigned excitement. He didn't like the childish tone she spoke in, making him feel patronised, as most adults do to children. Sam did not respond, yet the creature drove onwards. "I'm Liam's Mum... I'm so happy you're staying with us, I'll treat you like my own!" she said, smile adorning her caring face. "Th-thanks." responded Sam, unsure how to expand. He felt a pat on his back as Liam's mother ushered both the boys inside. He noticed the reassuring pat to Liam's backside, but tried to think nothing of it. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It wasn't yet dinner time, so the two boy's decided to play some fortnite beforehand, in effort to pass the time. It was Sam's first sleepover, therefore he didn't yet know what to expect. His own Mother had forbade him from staying over at friend's houses on multiple occasions before, but figured since both boy's were recently thirteen that an exception could be made. Sam thought she was being harsh and unfair, upon multiple denied requests, however his Mother's stance was made out of care, and care alone. She'd heard stories of sleepovers, and felt a lack of control as to her sons life. A life she had crafted and nurtured, one she wished would not go awry. As the kid's gamed, Sam noticed his friends movements. Increased shifting from side to side, he simply could not sit still. It was as if a wiggle bug had infected his very being (a phrase Sam learnt from his beloved uncle). Liam wiggled and wriggled, as if something was wrong with him. His mate failed to sit still throughout their gaming session, seemingly possessed. That was until he did. Liam suddenly ceased all movement, still as a statue. Sam was sure he heard a whirring noise, however he chose to dismiss it as the old playstation causing a racket. It was a PS4, handed down by Liam's big brother, so almost an ancient relic. Following that moment, Liam stopped his jerky movements, and continued as normal. Sam forgot the incident quicky, more engrossed by the task at hand, winning their first fortnite duos! The boy's played and played for what felt like hours. In reality, it was only about an hour. Before long, Liam's Mum called them down for dinner. Fish fingers and chips, a working class british staple, Accompanying the dinner was a bowl of peas. Yucky! As the kids sprinted towards the dinner table, Liam's mum halted her son in his tracks for some unknown reason. Liam immediately stood frozen in place, like a soldier in formation. Sam noticed a swift hand movement towards Liam's crotch, his mother giving a slight squeeze... Her gaze shot towards Sam, before swiftly returning to her own son. Concern, yet secrecy, shone through those welcoming eyes. Another pat to the bum came, directing Liam towards the bathroom, and leaving Sam confused. Liam's eyes welled up slightly, and he avoided eye contact with Sam, as if he had something to hide. What exactly was Liam's mum up to...? Within a matter of minutes, Liam returned to the dinner table. Closely in trail, his mother lagged behind. Clearly the two had been up to something, however Sam daren't question exactly what the situation was. He considered questioning just what the two had been up to, yet Liam's shameful eyes prevented his lips from uttering the words to inquire. Regardless, due to the secrecy, he figured whatever the situation, it had to be peculiar. As Liam sat, he heard a slight rustling sound, something somewhat familiar. But he chose to overlook it, sensing tension building within the walls. The three of them sat together, enjoying the dinner dutifully prepared by Liam's Mum. It was not extravagant, nor exciting, yet it served to satisfy the hunger of the two growing teens. Liam ate up his portion of peas, seemingly compelled to, whilst Sam left his lingering on the side of his plate. "Are you boy's finished yet?" asked Liam's Mum, whilst washing up her own plate. Liam glanced over at Sam's plate, empty save for the vegetables, then back at his Mother. "We're all done mummy!". Sam's peas had remained untouched throughout the entire meal. Had it been her own son, she would have forced him to eat some, but being someone else's child, she decided to leave the issue alone. Swiftly, Liam grabbed Sam by the hand and dragged him back upstairs, towards his own room. Sam might haves protested at the sudden use of force, however Liam was bigger and stronger than him, so he was left with little choice but to follow. "Perhaps I should have eaten my veggies.", thought Sam, whilst being forcefully directed towards Liam's solemn room. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The two friends sat upon Liam's single bed, eyes glazed, staring at the TV. Each movement, whether due to elation or embitterness (Fortnite is serious business), elicited a sharp crinkle of plastic. Sam questioned his mate as to the cause, but was assured it was just a protective sheet for dust and dirt which lived upon his bed. Sam was slightly bemused, never having experienced the same with his own bed, but put it down to his parents being dozy and careless compared to Liam's single Mother. "Just be ready for my mum sam." said Liam. "She can get a bit weird when guests are over". Sam nodded, paying no real notice and continuing to game. "HELLLL YEAAAAA!!" Sam screamed, unable to contain his sheer glee. "Shhhhh..." chastised Liam in immediate response. "My mum hates swears, don't be so loud Sam.". "hellll yeaaaaa..." Whispered Sam, in sarcastic response. He felt pity for Liam, realising how strict his Mum must be if "hell" was considered a swear. His own parents weren't really bothered by how he spoke, not that they paid all that much attention to him in the first place. Before long, they both heard the foreboding footsteps of Liam's Mum heading up the stairs. It was clear she was coming for them, as she had remained downstairs for most of the night, except for the few occasions she came to check on the boys. Now that it had gotten rather late, it seemed inevitable the call for bed was coming. The door was forced open. "Liam, Sam, it's time for bed!" "Yes Mum." Liam replied, obeying his Mother's orders. Sam however, had qualms. Yes, it was late. But this was a sleepover, his first in fact, surely the entire point was to stay up late! "It's too early to go to bed!" he complained, clearly already comfortable with Liam's Mum, comfortable enough to protest bedtime. Liam's Mum pondered for a moment. "Okay Sam, you don't have to go to bed." she responded with a blank look. Sam fist pumped the air, glad he had won. Audibly came naught, not seeking to disrupt the success. "BUT..." came Liam's Mum. Sam dreaded to think what would come next. "I'd at least like you to get ready for bed, just in case Sam.". Sam nodded. It was a reasonable request, and he began to get his pajamas ready. Due to the wintry weather, he'd brought an old onesie. It still fit, but barely. And it certainly was not something he wanted to pull on in front of Liam's Mum. Adorning the onesie were adorable motifs of Simba's face, along with text stating "I just can't wait to be king". The onesie was adorable. For a seven year old. Yet Sam was about to be thirteen. He was in the same boat as Liam, both yet to have their growth spurt. Sadly, these were the only weather suitable pajamas that still fit him. His Mum insisted he bring them, due to the conditions, but Sam was not expecting to show them off! "Awww, that onesie is so cute Sam!" cawed Liam's Mum, spotting it in his bag. "But can you help me out and wear a little something extra for me... please...". ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sam sat on the edge of the porcelain bath, an ancient remnant of the Victorian era, cringing at the white, crinkly undergarment which sat before him. It resurfaced feelings of inadequacy, shame, inferiority, and more, which plagued his young childhood. Now, the presentation of this pull-up diaper dredged up those uncomfortable emotions once more. Liam's Mum explained that Liam was still suffering with nocturnal enuresis, coupled with the occasional daytime accident. He supposed he should've realised earlier, there had been moments in school where Liam rapidly shifted from extreme discomfort to normal behaviour. Times when everyone when to the toilet, and Liam seemingly chose to hold it... Heck, take tonight's drama. Liam's Mum must have taken him away to change discreetly after their initial gaming session. "Please wear one, just for tonight!" begged Liam's Mum. "It would make Liam feel so much better if he knew his friend had the same night-time issues as him." she said. "Bu- but I don't!" Sam shouted, frustrated at the suggestion. "I know you don't Sam, I've had a long talk with your mum." She said softly, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. "We both think it would be best if you wore a pull-up to bed whilst here, for Liam's sake.". Sam shook his head, bemused at his situation. He did like Liam, and wanted to help, yet felt somewhat compelled to do so. It was almost as if this choice was illusory, and in fact not a choice at all. The way Liam's Mother had portrayed the situation, was like pulling on the babyish pull-up was mandatory for his stay. A duty, which must be fulfilled. So, with reluctance, Sam pulled the crinkly white garment up his smooth slender legs, cringing at every rustle the disposable underwear made. It felt thick, unnatural, it was a foreign body invading his nervous system. Yet the diaper also felt comfortable around his waist. A soft cushion, which provided the reassurance of protection, just in case he had any accidents. Not that he would... Following that, the Simba onesie was pulled up, rising around his body. It successfully covered any trace of the babyish underwear he now adorned for his friends wellbeing. Sam exited the bathroom, cheeks slightly flushed at the though of what he was wearing. Before him was Liam, sporting a similar onesie, only donning stitch motifs as opposed to his little Simba's. Both boy's looked very cute in their bedtime wear, and both had visible diaper bulges poking through the fabric. Sam did not realise his own, but was immediately aware of Liam's nappy bulge. It was extremely obvious, especially as the topic of diapers was understandably on his mind. He thought that Liam's diaper clad figure looked extremely cute, paired with the precious onesie, although he'd never say that out loud. The thought was somewhat laced with irony, considering his own predicament. Liam glanced over at Sam, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. For once, he knew he was not alone in this. With both boys prepared and ready for bed, Liam's Mum gave them both a slight pat on the bum. Liam was used to it, however Sam blushed a bright shade of crimson red, his new nappy being acknowledged only served to further feelings of embarrassment. At the same time, the bum tap felt almost comforting, he knew he was padded in a soft and secure frame, with nothing to truly worry about. Then came the pride in knowing this was all for Liam's sake, to make him feel better. Although, perhaps that was but a misleading comfort suggested by Liam's Mum... The reality was, she had a career in child care. She simply did not feel like taking the risk of wet sheets as was so common with young boys like Sam, even if he was night time trained, it was not worth the hassle of risking it. After all, new environments can trigger accidents. The boy's sat upon Liam's bed once more, watching YouTube to close out the night. They sat close to one another, offering comfort during the scarier videos. Their eyes grew wearier as minutes passed, as did their sense of shame. Both lads cuddled closer, ready to go to bed, seeking comfort in each others arms. They were both too sleepy and unaware to notice Liam's Mother re-enter the room and turn off the TV. She also switched off the lights, before turning on a subtle night light, so as to not completely drown the diaper-clad thirteen year olds in darkness. Sleep swept over their onesie covered bodies in fierce waves, it was growing more and more difficult to keep their eyes open. Already, their bodies failed to move as they both lay there in Liam's single bed. Liam's Mum tucked them in, and gave each boy a light peck on the forehead, as if both were her babies. Sam didn't mind, his sleepy head already in a state of bliss. He looked over at Liam, his eyes were already shut. His little snores were adorable, every breath emitting a unique sound. Liam's Mum looked down at Sam, in a tranquil yet lucid state. Noticing the kid was still awake, unlike her own son, she pushed something towards his mouth. Sam kept his lips sealed, resisting at first. Wearing a pull-up to help his mate feel better abut himself, to provide a confidence boost, was one thing. However sucking on a paci like a baby was a complete other thing. Not what had been agreed upon. Liam didn't even have one for Christ's sake! But, after time, he gladly accepted. In this state of calm, resistance was no use. Drowsiness numbed his body so much so, that logical decision was almost absent. Sam was susceptible to most any suggestion, and sucking on a pacifier was included in that. Sam drifted off, alongside his best friend. Pull-up around his waist, onesie covering his body, and pacifier in his mouth... This was all for Liam. To make him feel better about his problem, right? It felt like extreme overkill, but at least his friend would be satisfied. Two boys in bed by 8pm? It was a successful night by all accounts.

Hi there everyone My name is graeme kelly I'm a abdl from Ireland I'm 37 and I'm looking for new friends to talk to I have depression and anxiety And I have trust issues I'm single Never had a relationship with anyone I don't have any abdl friends irl I still live with my father and brothers And I wish more people Would come and talk to me I'm on bluesky and Snapchat and WhatsApp I'm a gamer I have a xbox Series s console and a Nintendo switch 2 console I'm special needs a slow learner I love wearing diapers so much