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Subscribe to our Patreon for access to over 100 exclusive captions and stories for only $2!!! Every month we post a full length story in it's complete form! https://www.patreon.com/femdiapers Any Critique or advice on my writing is welcomed ? CHAPTER ONE Aiden was miserable; he lived in a decent house in a nice neighbourhood and even had a steady income from his part time job. He had no bills everything was looked after for him, he had a group of friends he regularly saw and was in his final year of high school almost ready to graduate. You might be thinking why would a fresh faced youngster on the cusp of adulthood living the suburban life style be so miserable? You would be right to ask, as an outsider looking in his livelihood looked quite impressive it would even make some jealous. But like many young people getting to that independent age where they are ready to fly the nest so to speak, Aiden’s mother was quite overbearing and not ready to give up on the closeness she shared with her little man. To be honest that was an understatement, most helicopter parents just want to know where their kids are going at all times and any plans. Perhaps they keep tabs on their friends and maybe keep an eye on their browsing habits but nothing to extreme. Aiden’s mother Serena was taking it to a whole new level; she still treated poor Aiden like a toddler. Well not exactly, but how many eighteen year old boys did you know of that right now would be laying on their bed sporting the same juvenile sheets as they had back when they were a little kid, being changed into their night time diaper? It was quite an extreme setback for the poor boys maturity finding himself in such an infantile predicament. The worst part, well perhaps the most ironic was that Aiden didn’t even wet the bed. This was all brought about because of one single isolated accident over a month ago. It was just that single occasion that he woke up wet after a late night out with friends and being so tired he just collapsed in bed forgetting to use the bathroom and brush his teeth, still dressed in the same outfit he had worn that night. He hadn’t even been drinking that was something his mother would never allow. The poor boy had woken up all disorientated trying to pinpoint when he had actually gone to bed. He didn’t realise the wet sheets until he noticed his mum had already walked in and was pulling the curtains open. “Wakey wakey it’s the weekend, the days young don’t waste it sleeping through it all!” His mother was particularly cheerful this morning. She would normally wake him up if it looked like he was going to sleep his way through the morning. Aiden finally noticed the soggy feeling between his legs and the heavy, clinging sheets right about the same time his mother felt a strong whiff of stale pee rush right past her nose. “What’s that smell?” Serena asked, inhaling the air. “It smells like…..” She trailed off, wondering over to Aiden who was sitting up stiff as a statue and looking incredibly guilty as he clutched desperately to his quilt. She gave him a strange look before easily prying the blanket away from him, exposing the source of the smell. “You wet the bed!” Serena said with a gasp. Aiden was still in a slight daze as the sheets were ripped off of his bed before he was quickly ushered into the bathroom and into the shower. The warm water was such a reprieve from the gross dirty feeling he had just woken up with. It was unfortunate that the moment had to be ruined when he heard the bathroom door open and his mother nonchalantly walk in. “Mum? What are you…” He began to ask, questioning her sudden intrusion. Aiden didn’t have time to finish his sentence before the shower curtain was abruptly pulled back and his naked body was exposed to his mother for the first time since being a child. “Getting your wet clothes, come on you’ve spent long enough in there.” She responded casually, acting like there was nothing unusual about it. Serena reached out for him and Aiden quickly pulled away, reeling back in shock. His actions garnered him a stiff look from his mother, a typical ‘I want no nonsense from you’ attitude behind it. Timidly Aiden stepped to her and he was quickly pulled from the shower and a towel wrapped around him. He watched her pick up his dirty discarded clothes from the bathroom floor before she noticed him looking bashfully from his reflection in the mirror. “What’s the matter, did you need me to dry you as well?” She said looking back. Aiden wasn’t sure if she was being serious so he quickly began drying himself, being careful not to reveal his nudity again. Serena left him to dry off taking his clothes with him to the laundry. Aiden noticed she had deliberately left the door open, for what purpose he wasn’t sure. He began to dry himself faster to avoid her coming in again. The rest of the day went by uneventfully aside from an awkward conversation he shared with his mother. She questioned him briefly about the wet bed and what had caused it. He told her all he knew himself which was that he went to bed tired and groggy before using the bathroom and changing out of his clothes. She asked if that was all, being somewhat sceptical that this was an isolated incident. When Aiden pressed back adamantly that he wasn’t a bed wetter and this was the only time it happened she finally backed off. He never thought he would be in this position, having to prove he wasn’t a bed wetter and hadn’t lost his toilet training to his mother as a high school senior. Even though it seemed like Serena believed him it still didn’t stop what she had planned for her son. After leaving at one point during the day she sneakily tucked away a package she had picked up from the store and intentionally kept it away from the rest of the groceries before he had a chance to see. It was a pretty drastic step and one coming up quite prematurely considering it was Aiden’s first wet bed since being a child. But still the conversation went ahead as nightfall approached, he was confused and bewildered. But eventually he reluctantly caved and decided to plead with her to at the very least let him diaper himself. She didn’t trust him of course; he had never diapered anyone before in his life. Aiden asked her to teach him but she just chuckled and told him to lay back and stop being so fussy. Meekly he did what was asked of him after having his clothes stripped away, leaving him bare before her for the second time that same day. She made him raise his bottom as the plain white diaper was slid beneath him and he was lowered back to it. It crinkled as he made contact with the padding; it was an oddly strange and equally humiliating experience. It wasn’t uncomftable to lie on but the meaning behind it was impossible to ignore. He felt like an infant lying there as she retrieved something else from the bag that held the rest of the diapers. Soon returning with baby powder and oil in hand Aiden quickly shook his head. “No I don’t need that.” He protested. “Nonsense!” Serena replied shaking her head. “What if you got diaper rash then you would really be whining and throwing a tantrum.” After a failed attempt to cover himself having his hands quickly brushed aside effortlessly, his mother began to wipe sweet smelling baby oil into his most private and sensitive area. He couldn’t believe what was happening; never in all his wildest dreams would he have thought he would be going through this. It was a living nightmare and Aiden was helpless in all of it as everything played out before him. He pathetically whined, feeling himself starting to tear up but Serena just smiled and cooed at her boy. Finally she was satisfied and Aiden had thankfully managed to prevent himself from bawling, the humiliation he was suffering far outweighed any sensual feelings he might have had at someone touching that area so intimately. The baby powder came next and smelt strongly of lavender, it showered his groin with pale white powder. Serena made sure he was sufficiently dusted before putting the bottle back down. After having his groin and bottom lathered with the infantile concoction she pulled the four tapes securely over the landing zone of his diaper. It fit him perfectly and Serena felt pretty proud of herself for guessing his size correctly. “Looks good!” She said out loud and giving the front of his diaper a pat, the latter causing a powdery cloud to escape through the leg holes. “Stand up so I can see properly.” She propelled him to his feet and Aiden had to endure what would become part of a permanent and humiliating nightly ritual of having his diapered area felt up. She checked the side guards first before shifting the diaper slightly up higher over his hips, ensuring it was a snug fit. She gave him a hug and a tender loving pat over his diapered behind. “There, that should stop any more wet sheets won’t it?” Serena declared proudly. Aiden gave a subtle nod, not entirely sure if it was a question or just her stating something out loud. Either way it didn’t matter, he went to bed diapered by his mother and woke up completely dry of course. He was immediately relieved to say the least as he pulled back his sheets in the morning and saw the diaper had remained completely dry. He quickly ripped it off and threw it away before he pulled on some clean underwear. At that moment his mother entered his room evidently hearing him moving around and seeing it as her duty to come check up on him. She was happy to see his sheets were dry but reprimanded him for deciding he could remove his diaper. She picked up the discarded padding from the floor and carefully inspected it for any trace of wetness. It was clean to his reprieve, his heart managed to beat faster for a moment as he embarrassingly watched her scan over it for any damp spots. She offered him heartfelt congratulations on keeping it dry and Aiden thought that would be the end of it. Until that night when she approached him in the same manner, even though he had been dry she insisted that he continued to wear another diaper. It kept going every night and he quickly lost count of how many diapers he had worn up to this point. He was well beyond the first pack now and his mother had begun to buy them in cases to save money. He saw no end in sight and no matter what he did or said, or however many nights he stayed dry it looked like it wasn’t going to change anything. Coming back to the present nothing had changed and this night continued like the others before it. He was carefully strapped inside his fresh padding before being told he could come down and watch some television before going to bed. Aiden chose the second option he was tired and feeling lousy as he looked on at the opened case of diapers on top of his dresser that had hardly been touched, how long was this going to continue on for? CHAPTER TWO Aiden was woken by the sound of the morning alarm blaring from his phone. He weekly turned over to switch it off before taking a deep breath and hesitantly reaching down beneath his pants. ‘Dry.’ He realised in relief, still yet to wake up wet even a single time since the first incident. It was almost like he expected himself to be wet now it was strange; he had so much doubt in his mind after being forced back into diapers. But day after day he proved he didn’t need them so why was he still stuck wearing them. Apprehensively he rose from his bed and stretched, blushing as he saw the waistband of his diaper sticking out from his pyjama pants as his shirt rose up. It made him feel like such a toddler having to wear something that was intended for a helpless bed wetter. Rather than letting the moment draw out any longer then it had too Aiden lowered his pants completely before stepping out. His mother was adamant that he wasn’t allowed to remove his own diaper, it meant he needed to present himself to her every morning for an inspection. It was always the same; he stood their frozen and meekly allowed her to prod around his padding before ripping the tapes from his body. She would take her time with the process before finally giving back the diaper to dispose of. He always felt so emasculated being handed back his worn diaper to throw out, forced to wander through the house without any pants on to trash it. Aiden had school today; normally it was such a hassle to shower in time before leaving so he would do so in the evening before he went to bed. But ever since he was forced into diapers at night it meant he woke up still covered in baby cream with a strong aroma of talcum powder following him around. So bathing in the morning was a no brainer even if it meant he had to get up earlier to not miss the bus. This morning was the same as the others, having disposed of his diaper he headed off for the bathroom. “Where are you off too?” Aiden looked back in confusion, briefly considering why his mother would be questioning him. “Ummm I’m having a shower?” He replied, suddenly unsure of himself. “I don’t think so, you’ll miss the bus and I can’t drive you in today.” Aiden stood their hesitantly he checked the time when he woke up it was definitely early enough for him to still have time before he had to leave. His mother noticed his apprehension and quickly realised why. “Did you not set your alarm for daylight savings, I told you to last night.” Aiden was puzzled wasn’t his phone supposed to do it automatically, he was sure it did normally. “My phone usually does it.” His mother shook her head, clearly not accepting the excuse; the disappointment on her face was evident. “I can’t believe you wouldn’t at least double check, you probably didn’t have it set up right.” She sighed. “Just go and get dressed for school the bus will be here any moment, I’ll make sure to wake you up every morning from now on you can add it to the list with having to change your diapers.” Aiden winced at that last remark, he felt pathetic but bit his tongue, it was better to leave her jibe without provoking her any more. “But I need to wash, look at me!” He said ashamedly pointing towards his pale white genitals still lathered in the diaper rash prevention ointments. Serena shrugged. “Can’t do much about it now, go get dressed or I’ll do it for you, is that what you want?” “But I smell like a baby.” Aiden whined, cautiously aware he was starting to push his mother’s patience. “It’s just powder.” She replied “Plenty of people use it not just babies.” Aiden wasn’t entirely sure he believed that, but he was left with no other options so he trounced back to his room to get dressed. He looked down in disgust at all the goop encapsulating his genitals before quickly pulling up a fresh pair of underpants. When he was dressed he started sniffing the air, attempting to drown out the smell with his deodorant was no use since he only used roll on for his underarms. The clear scent of baby powder was evident and as he expected the deodorant did nothing to mask it. Maybe it was just the scent of his room and he was overreacting, he did just spend the whole night in here. It was probably just his bed sheets and pyjamas that the smell was coming from. He was probably in denial, but rather than dwell on something he was unable to change he quickly changed into his uniform and grabbed his school bag before meeting his mother in the kitchen. “Here’s your lunch.” Serena said, nodding towards the counter top. He thanked her as he took the brown paper bag she had ready for him. Serena lovingly kissed him goodbye before he could scamper off. The bus trip was thankfully uneventful, no one seemed to notice the smell or if they did they kept it to themselves. Maybe it was because of the amount of people in such a small proximity that no one could pin point where it was coming from, but Aiden was thankful that no one brought it up. He started to forget about it as he chatted amongst his friends, his diapered morning falling deeper out of thought as he fell back into his pattern of normality. He loved school, he never really used to before, but now it offered escape from his mum and the constant reminders of his babyish nightly ritual. He never hated school before, but it always felt like such a chore, now it was a safe haven and he found himself becoming slightly sentimental being it was his final year. As the day drew on Aiden gleefully managed to forget about everything that happened in the morning along with the sorry state of his crotch. It wasn’t until he and one of his friends headed off to the bathroom together at the end of day that he was reminded about it in the worst way possible. Being the only two people in the bathroom at the time even though they weren’t standing side by side at the urinals when Aiden pulled down his pants the smell was still just as strong and his friend immediately noticed it. “Dude what is that you smell like my baby sister.” Aiden’s heart sank. “Ahhh it’s just powder sometimes I sweat and it helps.” He was surprised he was able to blurt out anything at all let alone concoct something that seemed somewhat plausible on the spot so suddenly. “Right….” His friend said clearly unconvinced, but not interested enough to provoke it any further. Aiden was pretty sure he believed it but he still seemed somewhat unsure about his brief excuse. Looking down at himself was making him feel even more anxious and Aiden was unable to bring himself to go. A moment later the door to the bathroom opened and rather than risk anyone else getting a whiff he quickly hiked up his pants. “On second thought’s I don’t have to go, I’ll see you later.” He said to his friend. “Yeah, later dude.” Thankfully they caught separate buses home so Aiden wouldn’t have to worry about speaking with him after that awkward exchange. He wished he had used a stool instead of the urinals but he didn’t even consider it to be an issue. His day had been so relaxing he truly had completely forgotten he was still covered in baby ointments. He decided to sit by himself on the bus trip back, he just told his friends he was tired and not in a talkative mood. They briefly questioned him about it but left him alone, saying to re-join them if he felt up to it. The ride home went by rather gloomily for Aiden a very different vibe compared to the trip there. It was quite the opposite to the rest of the travellers who all seemed quite bright and eager to be returning home. Aiden felt a slight tug on his bladder reminding him that he still needed to use the bathroom. It wasn’t long before his bus roared to a stop and pushing his way to the front he raced off and quickly scooted by his mother as he entered through the front door without so much as a hello. He practically sprinted down the hall before ditching his clothes and jumping into the shower. The water was such a relief as he washed away the muck that encased his genitals. He felt another strain and he realised he was getting increasingly desperate to use the bathroom. Aiden didn’t dare pee in the shower though, somehow his mother always knew when he did and it was embarrassing to be scolded for doing something so childish. So he used all of his will power to hold in his bladder, the toilet was so close that it was always within eye sight. He could easily just leave and use it, but the warm water felt so nice after feeling so gross all day. The moment was disappointedly ruined however when his mother burst into the bathroom in somewhat of a panic. “Come on Aiden you need to get out.” Aiden quickly covered himself as she pulled open the shower curtain. “MUM what’s the big deal why are you in here?” He cried out at his intruder. “I’m going out tonight and I have to get you ready, I’ll be gone until it’s past your bedtime.” She turned off the tap and roughly pulled him out by the arm. Get him ready? She couldn’t actually mean…… His thought process was interrupted as his mother pulled his towel off the rack and started drying him. “Can you stop please I can do that myself!” Aiden whined in distress as he tried in vain to wither away from his mothers grasp. Serena simply shook her head. “I need to be quick and you’ll just stall this out, I’m not going to let you make me be late because you’re being fussy.” Aiden stood there being tugged around as she thoroughly towelled him dry. “What are you talking about, where are you going, and what do you mean get me ready?” The questions fired off as fast as he could form the words in his mind. He was sure he already knew what the last one meant but he was too afraid to voice it out loud. “I’m going out with friends and I need to get you in your diaper Aiden.” He shouldn’t even have a bed time at his age; especially when today was a Friday, he didn’t even have school tomorrow. “But I can do it myself or I’ll stay up and wait I don’t mind, can you PLEASE stop I’m dry.” For once his whining actually seemed to work and his mother replaced the towel back on the rack. “No Aiden I don’t want you staying up all night we’ve been through this, I’ve had enough of you speaking back to me.” Aiden kept quiet but was silently mulling it over, he was more dismayed then he was this morning and now his head felt full of dread. Serena pulled the freshly bathed boy to the hallway before Aiden finally put his foot down and stopped her. “Wait I have to use the bathroom.” He said holding onto the door frame. Serena shook her head. “I don’t have time for these games Aiden, I said that’s enough now stop it unless you want to spend all weekend grounded at home. Aiden groaned but reluctantly he let go of the passageway and quickly replaced his hands over his groin. He really wished he went before, now he felt so desperate all of a sudden. He just had to hold on long enough until his mum had diapered him and he could just pull his diaper down, it wouldn’t have been the first time peeing through the leg hole. She gently pushed Aiden down onto the bed and the jolt almost made him lose control then and there. He clamped down hard but had no choice to relax his grip as Serena pulled the diaper under him and shooed his hands away. He tried holding on as long as he could manage. But without his hands to hold back the pressure and his mum shaking his groin around as she coated him in baby oil he couldn’t hold on any longer. Ashamedly Aiden turned away while his mother looked on in shock as he started to wee. As the first droplets made contact she reacted quickly and moved her hand, pulling the diaper over him she held it in place until the flow came to an end. “AIDEN what’s gotten into you?” She asked shockingly. “Now you can’t control yourself during the day?” “I told you I had to goooo.” He whined. This was his biggest low, worse than the first time he wet the bed. He was peeing into an open diaper while his mother held it close for him because he couldn’t hold on long enough until he went to the toilet. How could things get any worse than this, he didn’t realise it now but they were about to, this was only the beginning. CHAPTER THREE Aiden’s exacerbated mother pulled the soiled diaper shut over his groin sealing him into the soaked padding. “Aren’t you going to change me?” He wailed, it wasn’t until the words left his mouth did he realise how pathetic he truly sounded. Serena shook in disagreement. “No I think if you’re so desperate to wee in your diaper as soon as I tape you into one, then you can stew in your own juices for the night.” A solitary tear rolled down Aiden’s cheek, but he quickly wiped it away before his mother noticed. He hated that he was stuck in this position; no matter what he said or any actions he took she wouldn’t have let him use the bathroom. In a flash Serena changed back to being his maternal and loving mother, giving Aiden a quick kiss on the cheek. “I have to go ok baby, be good I have my phone if you need me.” He remained frozen on his bed as he watched his mother leave his bedroom. “You better be in bed by curfew, I’ll know if you’re fibbing and decided to stay up all night.” Aiden gloomily nodded his agreement thankful she was finally leaving. He poked his padded groin feeling the warm swelling all soaked up by the front of his diaper. “Ughhhh.” Aiden groaned falling back against his pillows; this was going to be a long and regretful night. He thought about trying to get some sleep now, just wake up in the morning put it all behind him. But it was still daylight out at least for another couple of hours so he was sure he wouldn’t get any sleep. Besides he had a horrible feeling that the soggy diaper was going to be too much of a distraction anyway. With nothing better to do he threw on a shirt and toddled off to the living room to watch some television. It was going to take some adjustment to get used to wondering around with a diaper strapped to his waist, especially with the extra bulk caused by his wetting. He couldn’t help but look down at his padding while he walked and it wasn’t till he sat down on the sofa with a wet squish that he realised he didn’t even think to put on pants to cover himself. Aiden simply decided not to bother, he was home alone and thankfully no one else would get to see him like this. It felt strange though being this exposed, even knowing he was alone to be in this room of the house with his diaper on still filled him with dread. Up until now whenever he had been diapered for the night he would just stay in his bedroom until he decided to go to sleep. So his diaper wearing had always been kept to trips between his own and his mother’s bedroom or sometimes the bathroom. It felt so public being exposed in his diaper in the most common shared place in the house. He was incredibly thankful that until now he had managed to keep all of this a secret. The fear of someone potentially finding out still crept through his veins and Aiden couldn’t help occasionally peering over toward the living room window even though the curtains were drawn shut. The next few hours ran by rather quickly, Aiden tapped away on his phone while the television blared off in the background. Lying back against the couch Aiden pulled his diaper around to adjust it, the padding had lost all of its warmth now. He was left with a cold clammy feeling that hugged his genitals and he suddenly wished he was in a fresh diaper. It would be a humiliating prospect going through another diaper change again but it was better than laying around in a used one. Better yet, if his mother actually gave back his underwear since he obviously didn’t need these. But looking down at the clearly defined yellow tinged padding, deep down he knew she would use this as an excuse to keep him diapered at night for the foreseeable future. Now there would be no end in sight for him, how was he supposed to go to a friend’s house for a sleepover or even worse spend the night with a girl when his mother kept him locked away in diapers. Aiden’s vision swirled with nightmarish imagery, his friends walking in as he was getting changed and seeing the padding wrapped around him. Telling everyone at school and suddenly they all start calling him a baby and avoiding him like the plague. Leaving him alone, completely isolated and a total social outcast would be how they would remember him from their final year at school. It was quite a dark picture his imagination was starting to paint; he tried brushing the thoughts aside instead turning his attention back to the television. Almost poetically though an advertisement for pamper baby diapers covered the screen, playing the same jingle he had heard many times over the years now. Aiden quickly turned away from the embarrassing commercial that was hitting to close to home and planted his face into a cushion with a sigh. Eventually he let out a low rumbling yawn; suddenly he was actually starting to feel tired now. Aiden wasn’t sure what time it was and contemplated rolling over to look at his phone. Unable to make up his mind, his body decided for him and Aiden drifted off to sleep. He had always been a deep sleeper, able to sleep through thunder storms or the television; his mother would even joke that he would manage to sleep through a hurricane. Perhaps that was why he hardly stirred even reacted to his mother coming back home and seeing him lying there on the living room sofa with his full diaper on full display. She carefully crept over and gently cupped the padding, already knowing it was wet but perhaps to see if it was fuller than when she left. She gently lifted Aiden to his feet, in his state of deep sleep he hardly realised he was being unwillingly walked away from the sofa. Serena realised that some of his pee had splashed onto his bed sheets from his earlier wetting without her realising so instead she corralled him back to her own bedroom. Aiden was gently laid over her quilt where the dirty diaper was soon pulled away. She cleaned him up with the supplies she had taken from his bedroom and slipped the clean diaper beneath him. Throughout the whole process Aiden had remained asleep the whole time and Serena had to chuckle at how peacefully and easily he slept as she pulled the final tape shut over his diaper. He was slipped under her covers and once Serena changed into her nightgown too crept in right beside her son for the night. Serena gratefully admitted to herself it was nice having him this close before sliding her arm around his chest pulling him in tight. How many years had it been since she had cuddled with her baby like this, she gave his diaper a gentle pat before too falling asleep. Slowly Aiden’s eyes fluttered awake, it took a moment to realise why he was feeling so warm and smothered. He shifted slowly and heard his diaper crinkle but as he backed and felt something beside him his eyes shot wide open. He could feel his mother’s breath across his nape and her strong grip thrown over his chest. Why was she in bed with him, what on earth had possessed her to do something so creepy and invasive. His eyes darted around the room and he quickly put two and two together and realised this was her room and he was in her bed. Aiden racked his brain for any explanation, but the last thing he remembered was lying down on the couch watching TV. Unless she had taken him from the living room to her bedroom, but how come she didn’t hadn’t taken him back to his bedroom. He had so many questions but with the feeling of pressure building in his bladder he realised there was another pressing issue that was taking priority. Aiden tried pulling away from his mother but felt her grip tighten in response. “It’s still earllyyy.” Serena yawned groggily. “Go back to sleep Aiden.” Aiden blushed hearing her voice speaking so close to him in such an intimate setting. “I have to pee.” He replied, barely above a whisper. “That’s ok sweetheart.” Aiden waited breathlessly for her to let him go. “Just use your diaper that’s what it’s for.” Serena said grabbing his crinkly diaper to emphasise her point. Aiden immediately tensed up, there’s no way she could be serious right now. He had already wet himself once unwillingly in front of her he wouldn’t dear make a conscious effort to do it a second. Serena could sense his hesitation. “Just relaxxxxxx baby.” She move one arm and started pushing gently onto his bladder. “Mummmm stop.” Aiden begged. But it was already too late; his pee flowed easily and freely into the waiting diaper. It was an unusual sensation lying on his side while being smothered by his mother as he wet his diaper. It quickly swelled up and while he could admit that it was a nice feeling no longer having a full bladder, the fact it had come about in such a way would haunt him. “That’s a good baby.” Serena cooed as she gently caressed the freshly wet part of his padding. “Now go back to sleep.” She ordered. Aiden closed his eyes, another tear rolling down his cheek in embarrassment. Surely he wasn’t going to be able to fall asleep. But almost as quickly as the thought entered his mind he instantly found his way back to dreamland. CHAPTER FOUR When he woke up again later that morning Aiden found himself alone in bed and a wave of relief washed over him. It was soon short lived however when Serena looked over from the wardrobe after hearing him rolling around. “I was just about to wake you baby.” Time slowed as Aiden cautiously turned over and saw his mother undressed in the middle of changing into fresh clothing as if there was nothing unusual about it. He quickly averted his gaze feeling incredibly uncomfortable being in the same room as her while she was naked. How come was she acting so nonchalant about it, this wasn’t normal behaviour to be doing in front of your adult son. Aiden wondered to himself perplexingly. Serena by now had become an expert at picking up on her son’s quirks, and gave a light chuckle at his apparent embarrassment. “Sweetie I’m your mother, I see your naked tush every night, don’t be so embarrassed.” Aiden still refused to turn back around to face her and tried changing the subject. “Why did you put me in your bed last night?” Serena was practically beaming, obviously still feeling quite blissful after the wholesome and intimate night they shared cuddled up together. “Did you not notice your bed was wet with your wee sweetheart? It’s a good thing you fell asleep on the couch or you would have been all gross in the morning. Don’t worry though we’ll get your sheets nice and dry for you so you can sleep in your own bed tonight, unless you wanted to cuddle up with mummy again?” Even without turning around Aiden could feel his mother’s gaze upon him, he found himself freezing up while he tried searching for the right words to turn her down gently. He blushed deeply when he realised he didn’t actually hate last night as much as he ought to have. Looking down at his crinkly and wet diaper he felt so little and submissive, these thoughts weren’t right for someone his age to be having. “NO, thank you…” He rather abruptly blurted out. Serena chuckled at his hesitation, clearly her big grown up boy wasn’t actually as mature and independent as he thought of himself. “Well we shall see, if I think I need to be keeping a better eye on your diapers you might just have to stay with me from now on. Speaking of…..” Aiden apprehensively let go of the blanket as his mother checked on the state of his diaper. Her fingers prodded the soggy padding and as much to his disgust she even had the audacity to slip them inside his diaper for a better feel. “Why did you have to do that?” Aiden whined, quickly recalling further up the bed. “Aiden.” Serena said firmly. “You might not realise it but these are my diapersss.” She gave the front of the wet one wrapped around his body a shake. “I’m the one who buys them, I’m the one who puts them on you and I’m the one who takes them off of you when you fill them with your messes.” She pulled Aiden forward and the bashful, blushing young man allowed himself to be tugged upward. His cheeks were rosy red as the back of his diaper was opened and his mother checked to see if he had soiled himself. “Looks like no poo’s to me! Good job Aiden.” She said smugly, giving him a motherly kiss on the forehead. Aiden was left a humbled mess after having been spoken down to so easily and unable to offer anything in rebuttal. “Can you please at least take this off me so I can go get changed.” He asked hopefully, throwing away what little pride he had left in the process. All of this early morning drama had begun to fill him with worry and dread, especially once he noticed his mother taking an awfully long time for what should have been a simple answer. “Do you really think you should be out of diapers Aiden? You did have that accident last night when you were still wide awake.” She looked on at his bewildered face with mild amusement and calmly awaited his response. “Are you serious?” Aiden asked in disbelief, unable to comprehend if she was joking or not. Serena remained silent, drumming her fingers across her elbows. “MUM NO of course I don’t, that was just a onetime thing it won’t happen again.” Aiden blurted out seeming quite shaken. She took her time before responding to the crestfallen boy. “That’s what you said about wetting the bed.” She nodded her head towards his diaper. “B…But you made me.” He spluttered, sounding every bit like an overgrown toddler on the cusp of a temper tantrum. “That’s enough Aiden.” Serena held her hand up. “I’ll let you off and give you the benefit of the doubt this once, but one accident in the day time and I’ll call the school to make sure they have diapers on hand in your size.” Aiden gulped but quickly shook his head in agreement. Serena pulled him to his feet and ripped the tabs away from the diaper letting it fall to the floor with a wet thump. He hurriedly scampered away, his nudity swinging between his legs as he ran for the shower, leaving his wet diaper in its place unwilling to turn back for it. The warm water felt so good after spending all that time in a soggy diaper. It also helped distract him from everything that had just transpired. His hormones were in turmoil, he couldn’t tell if he liked some of the attention or what the feeling was, it was all so confusing. He just wanted to go back to being treated like an adult again, back before diapers had ever been introduced in his life. But why did it feel like he was trying to convince himself, surely he wasn’t enjoying any part of this. What normal person his age would like having these boundaries enforced well into their adolescence. He should be sleeping in bed with random girls he meets at parties not with his mummy. Mum…. He wordlessly corrected his internal monologue; her third party reference to herself being so had muddled the word deep in his mind. Aiden made a mental note to make sure never to accidentally call her that in person, it would be to embarrassing. Finally Aiden forced himself to step out the shower and face the day ahead; maybe he could escape to the mall and meet his friends for lunch. He contemplated his choices while towelling himself dry, but his thoughts were rudely interrupted when his mother burst in for the third time in as many days. “Are you forgetting something?” She asked the dazed boy nude bar the towel wrapped around his waist. Aiden shrugged he had no idea what she was on about this time. She tauntingly produced his soiled diaper and handed it over to him, forcing Aiden to reluctantly take it. “Go put your dirty diaper in the trash baby; do you think you can manage that?” Aiden wasn’t sure if it she was being snarky or just simply teasing him for being hopeless when it came to doing anything for himself involving his diapers. Had he taken another step back that he couldn’t even manage to dispose of them properly on his own accord? He assuredly chalked it up to being absent minded in the face of the embarrassment he was forced to endure that morning and his willingness to escape his mother’s bedroom for some sense of privacy and self-preservation for his rapidly declining dignity. He quickly dressed himself as soon as he reached his own bedroom, not failing to notice the sheets that had been fully stripped away from his bed. Had he really leaked onto his mattress, he couldn’t see any reason for his mother to lie; it just meant more work for her to do. It was a relief to finally be back in briefs and to be able to fully close his legs without the thick padding preventing him. For a moment he almost missed the cushiony feeing that had accompanied him since last night, thankfully it was a fleeting moment and Aiden managed to shake the silly thought from his head. In the last twenty four hours Aiden had become so accustomed to his mother’s intrusions that he kept one eye on his door fully expecting it to burst open at any moment. Surprisingly it stayed closed long enough for once that he was able to get dressed in peace. He still wasn’t sure how to spend his weekend and as Aiden made his way into the kitchen for breakfast that decision was partly made for him. “We’re going shopping.” Serena announced casually. “Oh.” Aiden said obviously disappointed. He didn’t have anything planned, but he and his friends would normally hang out on the spur of the moment. Not to mention he didn’t really enjoy the idea of spending his day off with his mother. His job was Monday through Wednesday after school so he was normally quite proactive on the weekends to get the best use of his free time. “What did you have something else planned?” Serena enquired. Aiden shook his head. “Not yet but I was thinking of going out.” Serena gave an exacerbated sigh. “What’s the matter you let Mummy change your diapers but you won’t spend any time with her?” Aiden shrugged, it wasn’t like he had much choice when it came to his diapers. He thought it might have been worth mentioning that point but he would rather not start a fight with her, especially one he knew he would never come out of as the winner. “Alright…. I guess I can come.” Serena smiled, her demeanour quickly changing. “That’s the spirit, eat your breakfast then we will head off.” Aiden felt like he had been at the rough end of one of his mother’s guilt trips, but he couldn’t feel too bad about it especially after she dropped a plate of bacon and eggs in front of him. Hopefully his mother’s delicious cooking would settle his mind from the fact he was about to spend the day shopping with her instead of hanging out with his friends. CHAPTER FIVE The drive to the mall was spent mostly in silence; Aiden was tapping away on his phone giving simple answers to his mother’s attempts at small talk. “We’ll pick you up some new clothes, you’re in dire need of some new underwear and socks too.” ‘Mhmm sure.’ Aiden lazily replied. “Is that all you have to say?” Serena asked her gaze still focused on the road. “Normally when someone is offering to buy you some new clothes you say, yes sure thanks mummy.” Mummy…. He cringed every time she called herself that. “Sorry, that sounds great thanks…. Mum.” He was very careful to use the right pronunciation. If it bothered Serena that he wasn’t calling her mummy she did a good job of hiding it, either that or as usual Aiden did a terrible job of knowing what she might be thinking. Ever since she started diapering him up at night she started referring to herself as his ‘mummy.’ It made him feel immensely uncomfortable around her whenever she referred to herself as such, another reminder that he wasn’t being treated nearly as maturely as he ought to be at his age. The mall was of course as busy as it always was on the weekend around this time. He hated going here during its peak; it always flustered him being around this many people. He felt anxious around big crowds it was something he hadn’t ever been able to get over, an annoying quirk that continuously bothered him. At least finding a park was easy enough, when he stepped out of the car he saw a mother pulling back the pants of her toddler. Clearly she was checking their diaper and lovingly gave them a cuddle before taking their hands in her own. Aiden looked away and noticed his mother had also seen the display and worse caught him staring. She smiled knowingly at him when their eyes met and he quickly looked away blushing. He walked towards the mall entrance and Serena suddenly caught up to him and grabbed him by his hand. Aiden reacted instantly, tugging his arm away before she could get a good grip. “Mum, what are you doing?” Aiden cautiously demanded, not wanting to draw attention to them. “What’s the matter, don’t you want to hold Mummy’s hand?” Aiden shook his head. “Just stop please you’re being embarrassing.” Serena smiled. “Someone’s a bit of a grump today aren’t they?” She continued to tease him and pinched his cheek, Aiden picked up the pace in hopes of keeping some distance between the two of them. “Alright I’ll stop love just slow down please, I’m nearly out of breath!” Serena called out a few steps behind him. Aiden listened and finally slowed down, shaking his head and sighing with frustration. He should be out with his mates instead he was stuck here with his mum teasing him like a child. She finally seemed to get the message though and quietly walked beside him. “Alright let’s get you some nice new clothes.” He silently nodded in response and turned towards his favourite store, they sold really nice sporty and trendy clothing it’s where he would normally pick stuff up from. Instead when he was about to step inside his mother stopped him. “No love this way.” She said coaxing him away from the store. “But I always go here.” He replied. “Not today.” Serena responded. “Just come with me, we can go there some other time.” The puzzled young man followed his mother this time she took the lead and they walked inside Target. “A department store, mum really I can just buy my own stuff anyway don’t worry about it.” Serena shook her head. “Aiden its fine I said I would buy you some more clothes now stop being so fussy there’s nothing wrong with the clothes they have here.” Aiden would have to disagree with that, but whatever, he would humour her for now. Maybe he could just get her to buy him some plain briefs and socks, hopefully that would surely suffice. He gloomily followed her inside; as they walked in towards the centre of the store he couldn’t say he had been in here enough times to know exactly where the men’s department was but he was sure this wasn’t the right way. His fears were quickly made reality when Serena took him over to the children’s department. “Mum why are we here?” Aiden asked ominously. “Because you haven’t out grown the biggest sizes yet, you’re not exactly the tallest boy.” She replied plainly. Aiden felt a pang of humiliation with the mention of his height, he wasn’t short but yeah he wasn’t tall. He still didn’t think he would come anywhere close to being able to fit into clothing designed for children. Not to mention, why on earth would he let himself be caught dead wearing anything so juvenile. “Why can’t I just get something from the men’s, none of this will even fit me?” He grumbled. Serena simply waved him off dismissing his grief. “Because I’m paying for it Aiden so I get to decide what you will get.” “But I’ll pay for it I don’t need you too.” He complained, getting increasingly frustrated. “No Aiden.” This time it was Serena’s turned to get annoyed. “My patience is wearing thin, any more arguing and I’ll take your trousers down right here and spank you.” ‘A spanking?!?!?’ He couldn’t believe she would threaten him with that; surely she had to be joking. He couldn’t even remember being spanked as a child; his parents were always quite lenient on him and never used any form of physical punishment. Sure he had a bar of soap shoved into his mouth on the occasion when he said something naughty but that was the worst of it. Even if she wasn’t planning on seeing it through and just trying to scare him it worked and Aiden took the bait. It wasn’t worth the risk; he wouldn’t have put anything past her at this point. “Ok I’m sorry; you don’t have to do that.” He said putting on his best good boy voice on after his scolding. “Please just nothing to kiddish.” If she had heard him then she simply didn’t care, as she had already gone back to shifting through the racks of brightly coloured clothing. Aiden watched anxiously as she pulled off a couple of shirts, the first one was bright red with a cartoon steam boat on the front. The second was just as bad, it was bright blue with a drawing of a dinosaur on the front with the caption ‘RAWRRRR’ spanning over the top of the image. She held up both to him as if she was picturing what he would look like dressed in the clothing. Aiden blushed but abided by her wishes and stood their patiently while she contemplated her choices. She left both aside in a basket and returned to the trousers. After flicking through various types of jeans and joggers she pulled a pair of blue denim dungarees from the rack. The legs were short and the front spouted an image of a smiling sun in the centre. It looked about as horrible as you could imagine and Aiden hoped she would realise how ridiculous it was and put it back. But instead she turned to him smiling and held it up to his body. “You can’t be serious.” He seethed through gritted teeth. “Now, now Aiden, I think you would look just darling in this.” Serena said cheerfully. She pulled it away from him and dumped it in the basket with the shirts. Aiden felt helpless as he followed her around like a toddler, too afraid to leave her without seeing what she might buy. But what choice did he have right now; the last thing he wanted was to create a scene and risk his mother following through with the threat of a spanking. He felt sick to his stomach when she pulled off a couple packs of kiddie briefs. He could sort of see the cartoony drawn images and day of the week motifs on each cotton pair. The socks were plain at least but it offered little comfort compared to the rest of his wardrobe. “Ok we’ll just try all of this on and then we can get some lunch.” Aiden hesitated as they walked over toward the change rooms. “I don’t have to try them on its fine.” He pleaded. “But remember what you said earlier, we have to make sure it fits you.” His mother said ignoring his pleas. Aiden suddenly regretted his earlier choice of words, but realistically she probably would have dragged him along to the change room anyway and it just provided a convenient excuse to make him feel more agreeable. He reluctantly followed her along but she stopped as they made their way past the footwear aisle. CHAPTER SIX “Hold on a moment.” She said peering down at his feet. Aiden was afraid where this was heading but didn’t stop her examining his roughly used and no longer crispy white joggers. “You definitely need new shoes, just sit here for a moment.” He disagreed that he did but followed her direction and sat down anyway. She soon returned with a pair in his size and he silently cursed his small feet when she returned with something he never thought would be made in his size. They were primary blue with a little red stripe going down the side, the colour wasn’t so bad but it was the fact that instead of laces these used Velcro straps. “Can’t I have something with laces?” He asked hopefully. “Noooo, I think these will do just fine.” Serena replied holding out the shoe as she admired her choice. She knelt down in front of Aiden and began removing the pair he had on. He looked around timidly, praying that no one would come down this aisle and realise what was currently befalling him. She strapped both shoes on and got him to stand up. “Walk around see how it feels.” She told him. Aiden reluctantly began shifting down the aisle, feeling completely down trodden by the fact that these did fit quite well. “So how are they?” Serena asked optimistically. “They’re fine.” He replied agitatedly. He was about to take them off when a voice caught both of them off guard. “Can I offer you guys any help?” Aiden turned to see a young woman probably only slightly older then he was. He froze unsure what to say; almost thankfully Serena spoke up for them. “I think were fine for now, just getting Aiden here some new shoes.” She said pleasantly. The woman looked down at his shoes and paused for a moment. “Oh, ahh well if you want to wear them out then just take the tag to the register.” She looked at the clothing selection in the basket and gave them another puzzled look. “That goes for ummmm, any other clothing you might want to wear out too.” Aiden blushed but his mother couldn’t have looked any brighter. “We were just about to go try them on if that’s ok.” The woman said it was and pointed them in the direction of a free room. Aiden stepped in first desperately wanting to get out of this woman’s line of sight. When he turned for the clothes he wasn’t anticipating for his mother to step inside with him. “What are you…?” Serena abruptly cut him off. “I have to make sure these fit right.” Aiden would have put up a fight but the woman would have been right outside, worse yet she would have seen his mother walk in with him. This couldn’t be happening; surely there was nothing more embarrassing then this. He really didn’t have any options other than to let his mother undress him, least he make the embarrassing moment last longer then it needed to. He was blushing red, like a scarlet tomato especially when she got him down to his underwear even deciding to remove his socks. She stopped at his briefs and Aiden was thankful for that until he realised she had been staring at them for an unnecessary amount of time. “Aiden did you have an accident?” Was she being serious, of course he hadn’t, even so he would of felt it for sure. He looked down just to be safe and his eyes followed back up to match her gaze, staring in confusion. “No, what are you talking about?” He asked in bewilderment. Serena pulled his briefs from his body in one fell swoop; Aiden had to hold onto the side of the cubicle to keep his balance. “Then what’s this.” She said shoving his underwear towards him. Aiden grabbed them and cautiously gave them a once over. Sure there was a tiny wet spot on the front, but plenty of guys got that there was nothing unnatural about it. “It’s just one little spot, it always happens its normal.” He replied. Serena disagreed. “Sure it happens a lot to people who can’t control themselves and that’s why they get put back in diapers.” The word seared through his skin like a burning blade, this wasn’t an accident surely she would realise that. “It wasn’t an accident.” He pleaded. “So you just leaked into your undies on purpose, why didn’t you ask to go to the toilet?” What was his mother playing at why was she being so stubborn. “No mum it’s normal all guys do that….” “Oh yeah like who?” She replied, playing along for the time being. Aiden pondered for a moment, he hadn’t actually seen any other guys in their underwear he just assumed that all this was normal, no it had to be. “I ummm, don’t know anyone in particular but it’s normal.” Serena could see he was getting quite flustered so she decided to drop it for now. “We’ll talk about it later but there’s no way I can let you go back in these.” She pulled out a pair from one of the packets she had taken from the shelf. “You’re really supposed to wash these first but it can’t hurt, I wasn’t expecting to need to carry around a spare pair of underwear for you to change in to.” Aiden blushed, looking very disgruntled especially when he got a good look at the pair of underpants she had chosen for him. It had a little puppy on a bright yellow pair of cotton briefs. Clearly they were designed for someone much younger in mind then he was. But rather than wait around in the nude he quickly stepped into them as Serena held them out. He hated that she was dressing him but it was better than having another argument. She took the Red shirt and dungarees out and quickly got him dressed. Replacing his socks with a new pair from the packet and putting the new shoes back on Aiden finally had to face his reality and look at his reflection in the cubicle mirror. He looked pathetic, like some silly child or toddler, not the young man he was supposed to be. Serena made sure to gather up the tags and replace his old clothes in the basket with the new stuff. “You look so precious I could simply eat you up!” Serena rubbed his arms between her hands and gave him a kiss. “Thank you for being a good sport for Mummy, she knows exactly how to treat you just like you deserve.” Aiden shivered slightly at her touch, what did she mean by that? Was this a punishment or did she just mean she was taking good care of him. Either way he hated it, was repulsed by the clothes he suddenly found himself wearing but he couldn’t do anything about it right now. Serena opened the cubicle door and Aiden’s heart froze, it wasn’t a moment that passed before the sales woman saw them both exit. She looked quite astonished at the sight of his new wardrobe. “Thanks for letting him stay in his new clothes, he had a little dribble in his undies and you know how it is with the young ones can’t let them stay in dirty clothes or before you know it they get a rash!” Aiden was flabbergasted, why was his mother being so nonchalant about all of this and why would she say that to a stranger. It was humiliating even the young woman wasn’t sure what to do with that information. “No…no problem glad I could be of help.” She quickly left the conversation and went back to her desk to sort through some of the clothes that had been left behind by other customers. Serena left taking Aiden in toe and who kept his eyes glued to the floor as he followed timidly behind her avoiding making any eye contact. He was thankful as they left the store but felt so apprehensive that they were still not done here and now he found himself in the middle of the shopping centre surrounded by even more people. He couldn’t help but notice some of the curious glances and sniggers at his direction; he had to stop his mum he just wanted to get out of here. “Can we go please?” He begged while tugging on her sleeve. “What’s the matter, not hungry?” Serena asked. “I.. I just don’t want to eat here, can we please go?” Aiden asked trying to sound as polite in his request as he could manage. His mother actually stopped walking and looked at him thoughtfully for a moment. “Alright we can go.” Aiden finally perked up before she continued. “But you have to promise to do what I say for the rest of the day without putting up a fuss.” He hesitated at her request, trying to decide if the implications were worth it and maybe what it was all more ominous then it actually sounded. “Got it?” She asked again sensing his hesitation. “Yes alright, now can we please go?” He practically begged, shying away when he noticed someone point at him. Serena smiled wishfully and held out her hand, Aiden knew he had no choice if he wanted to go and quickly reached for it. Hand in hand the two left the mall, Aiden was trying to move as fast as he could but he could tell his mum was happy going at a much slower pace. He knew people would be staring but he couldn’t help that he just had to get out of here. Finally they left the mall and he started to relax as they made their way over to their car. While Serena used one hand to dig for the keys in the purse she made sure to keep the other tightly clutched around Aiden’s. That’s when he couldn’t help but notice the same Mother and child leaving that were there when they had arrived. He was distraught as he looked on, he couldn’t help but compare all the similarities between them anymore. At least Aiden wasn’t wearing diapers during the day, but that did little to calm his nerves when he realised that nothing would stop him being changed into one tonight. Finally Serena found the keys and helping him into the backseat she even took charge and buckled him in. Aiden could only watch as a few cars down the mother repeated the same action with her child. When will it all end? He wondered in disbelief, afraid that the actual answer might be as worse than he feared. CHAPTER SEVEN It was strange being forced to sit in the backseat while his mother drove; it was like she was suddenly his taxi driver. He didn’t even think to question her as to why she hadn’t let him sit in the front; he was too focused on escaping the mall as fast as possible. “Do you still want to go have something to eat?” Serena enquired, watching him through the rear view mirror. “I don’t want to eat out anywhere.” Aiden replied gloomily. “How about take away then?” Serena smiled. “Since you’ve been such a good boy we can go and get you your favourite!” The thought actually chirped Aiden up a bit and he finally felt a slight shift in his sour mood. “Can we please get Burger King?” He asked hopefully. “Sure.” Serena replied. “If that’s what my baby want’s then that’s what my baby will get.” Aiden ignored the baby name calling; he was too excited at the prospect of having his favourite take away. His mum was quite insistent on avoiding those kinds of foods as much as possible, saving it for special occasions like his birthday or a New Year’s Day treat. Aiden made his own money and could go out and buy his own if he was so inclined, but why risk the scolding he would undoubtedly find himself at the end of if he were to get caught. He couldn’t imagine a salty treat that would be worth it. Maybe he had always been a bit of a mummy’s boy, always imagining and not willing to disappoint her and having that thought niggling at the back of his head. The drive thru was rather vacant so they didn’t need to wait long to get through the line. Aiden managed to casually duck out of view and avoid another stranger seeing his new getup. Of course Serena ordered on his behalf but his meal of choice never changed so when his favourite burger was handed over it failed to really bother him. Too hungry and eager to wait until they got home Aiden helped himself to a fist full of fries but not before dipping them in the sweat and sour sauce. It was just typical that they hit a bump on the road at just the right moment and a big blob of sauce fell right onto his new clothes as he shoved the fries into his mouth. “AIDEN.” Serena almost shouted. “Can you not wait till we get home; look at the mess you made on your new outfit.” Aiden blushed as Serena shook her head. “Once again you’re showing me just how much of a child you really are.” Aiden ashamedly replaced the bag of food back on the seat and sat there quetily. “At least clean yourself up with a napkin; I can’t really do that for you right now.” Aiden muttered his apologies feeling silly for not thinking of doing that himself. He carefully dabbed away at the saucy mess, getting rid of most of it but leaving a clear stain on the front. His mother obviously saw this and shook her head back at him once more. The rest of the car ride was spent in silence and Aiden was left feeling quite ominous once again, as if something big was about to happen. He hoped it was just jitters from everything that had befallen him at the mall but he wouldn’t discount whatever his mother had planned for him. If he remained on his best behaviour perhaps things would get a bit easier. When they pulled up into their driveway Serena motioned for him to stay where he was. Aiden wasn’t sure for the reason, but that was quickly answered for him when she strode over to unbuckle his belt and help him out of the car. He had no idea why she insisted on doing that, it just made more work for her and he was clearly in no need of any real assistance. It was made ten times worse when she insisted on taking his hand in hers once again, which was ridiculous as the walk from the car to their front door was so brief. Aiden still abided and was relieved that none of their nosy neighbours had spotted them. Back inside Aiden quickly wondered off to the dining room ready to devour his food. He took his seat but before he could take his first bite of that delicious burger Serena walked in from the kitchen with something stuffed in her hand. Aiden visibly blushed as a nursery decorated bib from his childhood was placed around his neck. It was way too small but Serena seemed to look it as a victory the fact it was still big enough that she could attach the Velcro straps across his nape. “That’s not necessary.” Aiden said. Serena scoffed. “After watching you eat in the car I beg to disagree.” He would almost have agreed with her on that point if not for the fact she was continuously taking things to the extreme level. But whatever, it didn’t sour his mood enough that he couldn’t enjoy the rest of his meal. Serena sat across from him, occasionally glancing up while she picked away at her own meal. Aiden would timidly avert his gaze whenever there eyes met, it was a strange atmosphere as the two ate in relative silence. Serena managed to finish first and she continued to watch Aiden as he ate, like he was some sort of exhibit at the zoo. He felt awkward being watched so diligently afraid of what she might be thinking. He quickly scoffed down the rest of his meal, wanting to leave the table as soon as possible. Of course by doing so he managed to spill some food which luckily the comically small bib somehow managed to catch. When Serena saw him finish eating she instantly made her way to his side of the table and removed his bib. Aiden was thankful but before he could stand up and leave she used the unsoiled part to clean up his face. “I never realised you were such a messy eater until now, looks like you need mummy’s help more than you think you do.” Aiden wanted the ground to swallow him, anything to leave this conversation. Finally Serena was satisfied and put the dirty bib back down on the table. “Right follow me.” She ordered. It was kind of a moot point though, telling him to follow when she grabbed him by the hand anyway. He found himself led back towards their bathroom and she reached for the straps on his dungarees. “What are you doing?” Aiden asked, resisting her attempts to undress him. “Taking off your clothes before they stain, just look at the state of them, couldn’t even go one day without you soiling them.” Serena continued to pull at his clothing so Aiden took a step back. “Just leave, I can do it myself.” He ordered this time, but his own voice lacking all the authority that his mother’s carried with hers. “Aiden….” Serena seemed quite annoyed at his minor rebellious display. “Remember what you told me?” Aiden looked back with a blank expression. “You said you would do anything I said if we left; I listened so now it’s your turn to listen to me.” Aiden hadn’t realised the implications back then and why she was taking that so literal. But reluctantly he let go of his grip and Serena quickly finished undressing him. He wasn’t sure why she forcefully removed his underpants as well but he found his heart missing a beat when she examined his underwear for the second time. Wordlessly she showed him another tiny wet spot on the briefs. “Wet AGAIN.” Serena said seemingly exacerbated. “MUM it’s normal.” Aiden whined. Serena ignored his outburst, reaching over she started running the water into the tub. “Is that for me?” Aiden asked. “I’ll take a shower I’m not even dirty.” “You will take a bath.” Serena turned to him, fed-up with his attitude. “End of discussion.” Aiden felt incredibly awkward waiting around naked in the bathroom for the tub to fill, while his mother waited seated on the edge. She constantly checked the temperature of the water before turning it off when it was filled high enough. “In you get.” She ordered Aiden. He reluctantly stepped in and sat down before turning back to her. “Well?” She asked him. “Aren’t you going to leave?” Aiden asked. Wordlessly Serena reached over for the bar of soap and looked back at her son. “No I don’t think I will.” CHAPTER EIGHT Saying he wasn’t particularly thrilled at the thought of having his mother bathe him in the bathtub would have been a severe understatement. But what could he do to prevent it; she rivalled him in every manner. She was strong, confident and proud in her conjecture where as he became timid and unsure whenever he was ordered around by her. The fact that she was his mother still didn’t equate to the vast power difference that separated him, especially for the fact that he was an eighteen year old boy. Maybe it was the diapers that had weakened his resolve, the fact he was succumbed to the thick padding each and every night. It did nothing for his confidence except rip it apart into tiny pieces. His mind often wondered to the fact that what if his friends where to walk in at this very moment, or the moments before or even before that. Each and every scenario he found himself in the middle of, events that he was sure none of his peers would ever have managed to get themselves into. He should be graduating soon; he was practically an adult in his own eyes. But obviously Serena didn’t think so; it was emphasized by the point when she drew the bar of soap down his but cheeks. “I think maybe next time I might join you in the tub.” She said, awkwardly reaching forward to clean under his legs. “It would make life easier I think.” Aiden wanted to pretend he had heard none of that; surely they had to have some boundaries between them. Even if she wasn’t thinking of him as an adult none of it seemed the slightest bit normal. Aiden endured the rest of the humiliating bath, letting himself be cleaned thoroughly even between his most intimate places. He winced when Serena drew the washcloth between his cheeks and cleaned his groin. It went even longer then he thought it would when she suddenly started lathering shampoo into his hair and he realised he would be getting that washed too. She decided using her own bottle of shampoo, so now Aiden began to smell of fruity cherries. She even conditioned it something he never really did as it seemed too feminine and unnecessary. Eventually Serena pulled the plug from the tub and the humiliation was finally over. Well so Aiden thought until he realised she would insist on drying him too. It took longer than normal normally he would let his hair dry out on its own but Serena insisted on drying it with a hair dryer and brushing it out for him. Finally clean and dry she gave Aiden a playful slap on the bottom and he scurried away to his bedroom. Regretfully she followed him inside his bedroom putting her arm out to prevent him from shutting the door. “We’re not done yet sweetie you wouldn’t be trying to shut mummy out would you?” Serena chided, but speaking in a playful manner. Aiden shook his head even though it was evidently clear what he had been trying to do. He assumed she would be picking out his clothes for him, thankfully his outfit from earlier was destined for the wash so he would at least be able to wear his normal clothing. He watched her at his dresser ready for a pair of briefs to appear but instead she looked back at him with a diaper in hand. “What’s that for? It’s way too early for me to go to bed.” Aiden whined. “You don’t have to go to bed, but a nap would probably do you some good.” Serena cooed. She strode over to him and wordlessly she motioned for him to lie down, gently placing her hand on Aiden’s shoulder she pushed the reluctant boy down. “After as many accidents as you’ve been having you really thought I wouldn’t be putting you back in diapers in the day too?” Aiden looked up at her in bewilderment. “THEY WEREN’T ACCIDENTS” He cried out. Serena scoffed. “So you’ve been weeing on purpose? I find that hard to believe but if that is the case and you’re just doing it for my attention then you have it. Even more reason for me to put you back in diapers.” “NO, that’s not it!” Aiden yelled tearfully. Serena ignored his whining and cooed gently while she pried away his hands and slid the open diaper underneath him. “You need diaper’s Aiden; it’s not up for discussion.” She pulled out some powder and cream, delivering Aiden’s thing a sharp slap when he tried pulling the diaper away. “Stop that!” Serena demanded. “I don’t need diapers!” Aiden decreed. “I’m not a fucking baby.” Serena should have been angry at Aiden’s foul use of language, but it was hard to take him seriously when he was lying their naked with teary eyes about to be put back in a diaper. “I really should spank you for that, but I’m going to give you a chance to apologise.” She said waving a finger at him. Aiden paused, she had no right why would he apologise to her when she was going to diaper him in the day over nothing. He had full control over his bladder this was all bull shit, she was making it all up he couldn’t believe that even she believed her own reasoning behind his harsh treatment. “I’m sorry.” He replied meekly. Even he couldn’t believe those words came out of his mouth, it was his chance to defy her tell her off for treating him like a baby. Instead as fresh tears rolled down his cheeks he submitted to her advances and allowed her to replace the diaper back under him. “Good baby.” Aiden felt pathetic, had he no self-respect? Clearly not considering he was letting himself go through all of this without offering any true ounce of resistance. He tensed up as the cool baby cream was rubbed over his groin, lathering his penis generously Serena left no nook and cranny untouched. The familiar scent of powder invaded his senses as it clouded the air around him. Aiden thought back to the previous night thinking how humiliating it was being diapered after school, now here he was being put back into one even earlier. After being effectively diapered Aiden was allowed to stand back up before Serena put his other new shirt over him, the one without the sauce stains. He waited patiently for pants after she was satisfied that is diaper seemed like it was on correctly and finished fiddling with it. “Ok you can go about your day now.” She said about to wonder off. “What about pants.” Aiden asked. He realised he could go and grab them on his own, but the implications seemed like Serena would have the final say over what he was supposed to wear. “You don’t need them.” She answered, looking back at the shocked boy. “It will make it easier for me to see if you have an accident.” She shrugged. Whatever, it wasn’t like anyone else would see him and he was undoubtedly certain that he wouldn’t have an accident. The dribble in his underwear was so miniscule that he was confident that it wouldn’t even show the slightest in his diaper. He watched her leave the room and sank back onto his bed before pulling out his phone. He checked in on his messages once again picturing the scene unfolding in his mind if his friends were to stumble in on him dressed like this. ‘Dude why are you wearing a fucking diaper?’ ‘You’re supposed to be a man, and you let mummy treat you like a babbby.’ ‘Ewww I would never go on a date with you, I like my boyfriends in underwear not diapers.’ It was quite dark honestly; he just assumed he would lose all respect that they had for him. Not to mention if word got around how it would ruin any chance he had of getting a girlfriend. He tried picturing some scenario where he could explain it, but then they would see the infantile shirt and maybe his mum would be there and she would explain how she started to bathe him. Maybe they would catch him out in public with her holding her hand like a little boy. Aiden shivered as he pictured it all, he had to find a way out of this. He felt the slightest twinge on his bladder; clearly the most obvious route was to keep his diaper dry. Without any hesitation he left his room on route for the bathroom but just as he was about to creep inside Serena appeared. “And just where do you think you’re off too?” She asked. “Bathroom.” Aiden replied before closing the door, unwilling or wanting to continue the conversation. The door was quickly pulled open with stronger force then he had willed to shut it. Serena stared blankly at him. “Sweetheart you’re wearing your bathroom now.” CHAPTER NINE “What does that mean?” Aiden asked, afraid he was already well aware of the answer. “It means.” She reached forward giving his diaper a shake. “That your diaper is the only bathroom you need.” Aiden stood still red faced; surely she couldn’t mean he was forced to use his diapers. “But I know I need to use the bathroom, just let me go.” He whined careful not to start crying again. “Honey.” Serena cooed in her syrupy voice. “This isn’t up for discussion; just relax the bathroom keeps stressing you out, the diapers are going to help you relax.” Serena gently placed her hand on Aiden’s shoulder and ushered him away from the bathroom. He was reluctantly led to the living room and was prompted down onto the rug in front of the television. “Sit there and watch some TV baby, it will take your mind off it.” Aiden was forced to endure one of his mother’s crappy daytime drama shows that he loathed and was surprised that it was even still on air. He was sure he could probably get up at any time and leave for his room, but something was keeping him there. Some unknown force that he couldn’t explain kept him seated on the floor under his mother’s watchful gaze. He tried concentrating on the show but his mind was starting to get preoccupied with the increasing pressure on his bladder. He hardly even felt the need before but the longer he concentrated on the feeling the stronger it became. Serena noticed Aiden shuffling around on the carpet, clearly no stranger to a toddler’s potty dance. “Aiden it won’t do you any good holding on like that, just use your diaper that’s what it’s there for.” Aiden tried blocking her voice out and kept focusing on the television, but it didn’t do any good. Soon Serena was standing towering above him before taking a seat right behind him. “Just relax baby.” Serena spoke lovingly. She gently pulled him between her legs and Aiden had to shuffle back to get in position. His face was bright red and he felt incredibly uneasy as he was contorted into position. She pulled him right up close and wrapped her arms around him. “See just like last night, aren’t you feeling cosy now?” Aiden didn’t want to say anything but found himself nodding in fake agreement, this was a nightmare. Serena gently placed her hands over his diaper and pushed down. Aiden could only hold on for a moment before the pee started flowing rapidly into his padding. She felt his diaper warm beneath her hand and cooed. “Good job baby, don’t worry mummy’s here.” Nothing could be more humiliating then this, it felt like nothing was real, all he could do was try and pull his focus away from his diaper that was filling with pee. Eventually the flow must have come to an end because Serena stood up and carefully pulled him to his feet. “Do you want to come get a change or would you rather stay in your wet padding?” She asked. Aiden realised she was saying that with honest sincerity so he chose the least bad option available to him. “Change please.” Serena smiled as Aiden timidly took her offered hand to be led back to his bedroom for a clean diaper. She was immensely enjoying the closeness that the two of them were suddenly experiencing, but she would be careful not to admit it. Aiden was her son and he would always be her baby boy no matter how old he got. After his first accident she truly saw how ill prepared he was for the world, and she couldn’t help her maternal instincts kicking in. He seemed so submissive and hopeless, a little baby still desperately needing a mother to look after him. It was easy for her to fall back into that role, she had never really let him have too much of his own independence anyway. So many boys his age would run off and get into trouble, experiment with drugs and alcohol and get involved with girls. But not her sweet little Aiden, Serena would be the only woman in his life until she was ready for him to fly the coop. That seemed quite far off now especially as she looked down at the wet diaper staring back at her ready for changing. She made quick work of it too; she had never really forgotten how to change a diaper, like riding a bike. Aiden being so large did make it more of a challenge but it was also helpful having him being so cooperative. She wiped away the wetness from his groin and between his cheeks, cooing all the while. “Good baby.” She just couldn’t help herself; the little quips were just a natural reaction when she was around him. She had the same instincts when he was still an actual baby, although as she looked down over him pulling on a fresh diaper she didn’t really see much of a difference now. “There we are.” Serena gave his new diaper a pat. “A clean diaper is much better isn’t it?” Aiden new the question was rhetorical but he still nodded in agreement. He felt so weak and suggestible around her, he was afraid how far all of this would go. “Well, what do you say?” Serena asked expectantly. “Thank you.” Aiden replied. Serena watched him grab his phone and toddle off, smiling as she eyed the thick diaper emphasizing his waddle. He even took his seat back on the rug not even contemplating the sofa, she couldn’t help but swoon. For Aiden he was slowly becoming adjusted to this treatment, not that it made him feel any better about any of it. He absentmindedly scrolled through his newsfeed and came across a photo of his friends at the mall. The same one he and Serena had been at an hour ago, he checked the time stamp and prayed that there was no chance they had seen him. He scoured his messages; certain if they had been there then they would have said something about seeing him dressed that way. Thankfully his notifications were blank, and Aiden had to envision the two realities that took place during that time. He could have been there hanging with his friends laughing and generally enjoying himself. Instead he lived in the other world, the one where he spent the trip with his mother who had him dressed like a toddler. Looking down he was no better off there than here, his clean diaper was fastened firmly around his waistline, a constant reminder of how far he had fallen. “Can I take this off?” Aiden asked without bothering to turn around. “What’s the matter hun, are you wet again?” He felt footsteps behind him and before he had a chance to object Serena was already tugging the back of his diaper out. “You look clean to me.” Serena said. “No… I just don’t want to wear diapers anymore.” Aiden realised how pathetic he sounded but continued anyway. “I’m eighteen now you have to stop treating me like a baby, what about school?” He hoped finally pleading his case might let his mother see mercy on him. “Baby.” Serena said taking a seat next to him. Aiden was reluctant but allowed her to pull him onto her lap; it was even more embarrassing than sitting up against her especially considering how he barely managed to fit. “I don’t think you’re as grown up as you think you are but that’s ok, because mummy will always be here for my special little guy.” She gently rubbed his shoulder and prodded his thick padding. “I don’t have accidents; I promise, can’t you just take this diaper off me.” Aiden whined, his voice sounding weaker and frailer now. Serena smiled. “I know you don’t darling.” Aiden felt a sudden but fleeting moment of clarity. “There are no accidents in diapers; babies who wear them all the time just do it because that’s what they’re supposed to. You’re not toilet training sweetheart; you just use your diapers when you feel the need.” He couldn’t control his emotions anymore and felt fresh tears running down his cheeks. Serena cooed and produced a tightly wrapped package from her pocket. “I’ve been saving this but it looks like you really need it.” She opened it and gently pushed a brand new pacifier into his mouth and held him tightly. Is this how she really saw him, was he really nothing but a baby in her eyes. He continued to sob as Serena spoke softly to him. “It’s ok baby let it all out, mummy love’s you.” Aiden found himself suckling on his pacifier and pushed his face closer into her chest. “I love you too…… mummy.”

This is a little story I've had running around in my head. It won't be too long, and I'll fit it in while I'm finishing Chris the Clever Boarder. Adjustment Chapter 1 Pat looked around the small, clinical room, then at Dr Saunders. 'So, how are things, Pat?' asked the doctor. 'OK,' Pat replied quietly. 'Adjustment isn't easy,' said the doctor. 'For you or for Sal.' 'I know,' said Pat.'Its just...' 'Just what, honey?' asked Dr Saunders. 'Just, just everything,' Pat said, looking helplessly at the woman in the neat white coat sitting confidently opposite him. 'It's a big change, Pat,' the doctor said. 'You're not the only one going through it. The changes in business and politics, the new female workforce. The female breadwinners. You've handled it very well, Pat. Sal and I are proud of you, and you should be proud of yourself.' 'I know,' said Pat. 'But some things...' 'Pat,' said the doctor kindly. 'I know you've had difficulty accepting some of the changes. All men have. For you, Sal's in charge now. That won't change. But your relationship will change and grow.' 'I know,' said Pat. Dr Saunders sounded like one of the endless lifestyle ads aimed at women and their partners - 'Change and grow.' 'At night...' said Pat. 'Honey, we've talked about that,' said the doctor. 'I've talked to Sal too. Lots of couples deal with it. Sal said you'd got used to them.' 'I have,' said Pat. 'It's not that, it's, well...' 'You can tell me,' Dr Saunders said encouragingly. 'Well, it was Sal's birthday, and I wanted to feel, you know, a bit like how it was, how it used to be, and I took off my, erm, diaper when Sal was asleep,' said Pat. 'I was going to go to the bathroom, but I fell asleep and then, you know, I wet the bed. I just wanted to feel, you know, like Sal, a bit...' ''You mean grown up, honey,' said the doctor gently. Pat swallowed hard. Dr Saunders had mentioned the 'grown up' words. Pat nodded, glancing at the doctor then looking back at the floor. Sal had been diapering him at night for a month now, but it still hurt to tell an adult he wet the bed. 'And Sal was cross,' said the doctor. 'I've spoken to her about that.' 'Yes, but she, she spanked me, Dr Saunders,' said Pat, his eyes watering as he stared at the floor. The doctor looked steadily at Pat. 'Well, do you think you deserved it?' asked the doctor. 'It was very naughty of you to take off your diaper like that.' Pat looked up, shocked. Sal had spanked him. His wife. He didn't expect Dr Saunders to be on Sal's side. 'Pat,' she said. 'This is all about adjustment.' To be continued.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I've decided to consolidate these little scenes into a single series of posts I'm calling Raising Husbands. New entries will appear on Patreon approximately two weeks before I post them here. _______ I do a lot of long stories (too long sometimes) and wanted to try something very short. I suspect I'll post a number of what I'm calling these short scenes, composed mostly of dialogue, in this universe I've created. Right now, I think each scene will be entirely episodic and not connected to the others. Enjoy! Date Night “What would you like to drink,” the waitress asked the two of them. “First bottle is on me,” Jess said, and ordered a Brunello. “Are we celebrating something,” Susie asked, happy Jess ordered a bottle much more expensive than what she would ever get for herself. “Of course we are: it’s Friday.” The waitress returned with the bottle and served two glasses. “Let’s drink to something,” Jess excitedly said, the glass in her hand seeming to make the weekend official. Susie raised her glass. “A toast: to babysitters.” “Damn right,” Jess laughed. “And another toast: to our husbands, without whom a Friday night out wouldn’t be nearly so special.” “Amen,” Susie added before taking another drink. “Been a hell of a week,” Jess said, shaking her head. “But it’s Friday, and Ryan is spending the night.” “Good for you. What time are you picking him up tomorrow?” “Not until lunch time.” “Ugh. Jealous. Well, I’m sure you’ve earned it.” “You don’t know the half of it,” Jess said. “Four times this week, and it’s only Friday.” “Four?” Susie was surprised but not shocked. Two was average for Jess, three not uncommon, but to have to give Ryan four spankings in a week? That was unusual. “How did he manage to get in so much trouble?” “The really amazing part is it wasn’t five. I try, seriously – you know I do – to give him a little leeway, but it’s like the seasons change and he turns into this crazy person who wants to argue over every little thing. First spanking was over making his bed, if you can believe that. At his age!” Susie didn’t see perfectly eye to eye with her friend on discipline. She knew Ryan could be a handful, but Jessica had a hair trigger on her hairbrush, and Ryan’s butt paid the price for it. “Just because he wouldn’t make the bed?” “Because of the attitude that went with it. He actually threw a pillow at me.” “You’re kidding!” “And as soon as he did it, his eyes were like saucers. He knew immediately how much trouble he was in. Why he can’t think one step ahead … anyway, it’s the same struggle as usual, trying to get him to stick to the chore chart.” “You know there’s an easier way,” Susie said knowingly, swirling the wine in her glass. “We’re just going to disagree about that,” Jess replied. “I mean, he’s yours, so you do what you think is right, but Jake is one spoiled …” As very close friends, they were comfortable with some gentle joshing. It was hardly the first time of the fiftieth they’d discussed this. “He’s not spoiled!” “You do everything for him.” “It’s not everything, and I just made a choice: I could spend as much time trying to get Jake to behave like you do with Ryan and still end up redoing whatever it is I asked him to do, or I could just do it myself in half the time.” “Fair enough. Who did you find to sit anyway?” “Liz is home for the weekend.” “Your neighbor’s daughter?” “Mhmm. She’s good with him. You know with his potty problems, well, not every sitter is willing to deal with that.” “Another problem spanking his bottom for him could help.” “It would not,” Susie said. “You always say that.” “It couldn’t hurt. Well, it wouldn’t hurt you, anyway,” Jess snickered “Leave my Jakey alone. He’s doing the best he can. You make it sound so much worse than it is. It’s not the end of the world.” Susie always underplayed how much of a problem it was, but it was true as far it went – it was a problem, and it caused other problems, but it wasn’t the end of the world that Jake still had potty issues at his age. “You're right. I’m sorry.” “So how did you get to four anyway,” Susie asked. Even if she didn’t agree with how strict her friend could be, she wasn’t judgmental about it. A lot of people, maybe even most, were pro-spanking where they lived, even if Jess was on the leading edge of the trend. Susie’s curiosity got the better of her. “Bathroom issues, as a matter of fact. In my life, I have never seen such a mess.” “What happened?” “I let him take a bath on his own. He’s been wanting to for a while and trying to convince me. We even did a trial run with me just sitting in the bathroom and him bathing himself. I finally relented and let him solo.” “Well, with you expecting him to do so much cleaning, why not clean himself,” Susie said with a chuckle. “How bad was it?” “Standing water on the floor. He said he was playing tidal wave.” “Ceiling leak?” “No, thank god. I yanked him out of the tub, sat down on the toilet and pulled him right over my knee. He was soaked, I was soaked. I don’t think I’ve ever been so mad at him.” “Maybe you should have waited until you had calmed down.” “O, trust me, I did. That was just a preview. All that did was start his crocodile tears, but when I told him, ‘We are going to clean up this mess, and then mommy is going to spank your bottom blue’ the real tears started. I mean, granted thinking ahead is not his strong suit, but what did he think was going to happen? He got a little taste of natural consequences, too.” “How’s that?” “The towels were soaked. He just had to endure being cold and naked.” Susie grimaced. “I think even I would’ve spanked Jakey if he did something like that, but don’t you think that was a little harsh?” “It was only five minutes. We got the worst of it cleaned up, and I went and got a towel from my bathroom. I warmed him up, we had a little talk, got him spanked and then straight into bed. I cleaned up the rest.” “I wish that were the sort of bathroom issue I was dealing with.” “What does his doctor say?” “To just keep working at it. It’s not …” Susie shook her head and pour another glass. “He just won’t do it away from home, and even if we are home, he won’t unless I’m there.” “Still?” Susie nodded. “He just holds it and holds it until he can’t anymore, and then he tries to hide what happened. His daycare says it can’t keep happening.” “What do they want you to do?” “Give him an enema every morning before I bring him in, which his doctor says is the worst possible thing to do. She says he won’t ever learn if we do that.” “What are the other options?” “There’s the surgery, but I don’t want to do that yet. That’s why I like Liz so much. She’s so good about handling the episodes. I mean, he trusts her so much more because of how good she is about it, she’s the only sitter he likes enough that he won’t cry when I leave. If only his daycare would be half as good about it.” “Maybe you need to find a new daycare.” “I’m not sure that would help; I could see that just making it more difficult with the new place and new people. And the episodes obviously bother the staff a whole lot more than they bother Jakey. Of course, that’s kinda the problem since he won’t tell them, but he does seem to like it there.” “Well, I know I keep coming back to this but you’ve tried rewarding Jake. Maybe it’s time…” “He’s doing his best, Jessica. Why you think that’s the solution to every problem …” “It’s how I was raised. I always knew I’d be a spanker. My mom was; she gave me spanking authority over my brothers when I was … I’m not sure, exactly. Anyway, I gave Billy a spanking just last week, too. Wasn’t even babysitting. I was just visiting, and he got told for the millionth time to stop running in the house and didn’t stop, so I snagged him right out of the air. Mom got the paddle from the kitchen and finished the job.” “I know it’s the preferred way these days,” Susie said. “I just don’t … I don’t like doing it. Guess I’m just a softie. And Jakey is so … it’s not like I’ve never spanked him.” “Well, I know you’ve given him a few swats before.” “That counts as a spanking.” “I’ve given Ryan that much for a warning.” “Jakey is more sensitive than Ryan. I mean, for heaven's sake, he’s too embarrassed to tell his daycare teacher he has a load in is pants. Give Jake a pop on the butt, and he full on sobs. Ryan lives his life like he’s the second coming of Tarzan. A pop on the butt doesn’t even get through to him.” “If only. That would have prevented the third and fourth trip he took over my knee this week.” “What happened?” “Toy store.” “Why were you buying him a toy if he was being such a pill all week?” “Carrots and sticks. I promised him if he did the dishes every night for one week without needing to be reminded, he could pick out a toy under $30. Just goes to prove he’s fully capable of remembering his chores without being told. He just doesn't because he doesn't want to.” “So toy store meltdown?” “Big time. I did my very best to calm him down. I told him we could pick a different chore for him to remember, something a little harder, and that could be his reward later. Nope. I showed him other toys. Nope.” “That’s a shame. Turning what should’ve been a nice outing into something you both regret.” “Yeah. I guess I should’ve just marched him out of there at the first whine instead of trying to salvage it … I just wanted to do something nice. Anyway, I gave him a warning swat on his reset button, and it didn’t even faze him. He paused for, like, half a second before just getting louder. Then I’m that woman in the toy store, telling him, ‘Do you want a toy, or do you want mommy to spank your naughty bottom in front of all these people?’” “Guess he didn’t choose the toy,” Susie surmised. “Doesn’t that sort of thing embarrass you?” “Spanking him in public? In another time and place, maybe, but the people at the toy store have to be used to it. I’m convinced that’s why there are three benches right in front of the store. And pretty much every woman has had that moment … What I do find is embarrassing is Ryan behaving that way. If only he were as embarrassed by his own behavior as he was by the consequences. I spank-marched him back into the mall, and that’s when he turned red and couldn’t stop stammering apologies.” “Poor little guy,” Susie commented. “I mean, I know he earned it, but it’s not entirely his fault.” “How is it not his fault,” Jess asked incredulously. “He has poor impulse control. Sometimes they just can’t help it until it’s too late.” “Right. How inconvenient for him that he always seems to remember to control his impulses right around the moment I’m unbuttoning his pants. That and when I refer to myself as ‘mommy’ is when he’s suddenly so modest and embarrassed.” Jessica shook her head. “Anyway, you know how it is. Some people stop to watch a public spanking or think it’s good for their own to watch as a warning; others just keep walking. Makes no difference. I took his pants down, got the paddle out of the diaper bag, and put him over my knee. He managed to keep his composure for about two swats.” “At least you left his diaper up.” “O no, that came down as well. Public or not, he needed a bare bottom spanking. I don’t care if he is 36. If that boy needs a bare bottom spanking, I’m gonna bare and spank that bottom likes he’s 20 years old.” “Hold on,” Susie said and took out her vibrating phone. A wide smile formed across her face, and she practically bounced in her seat in excitement. “Yes!” “What? Share!” “Jakey did it!” “Really? Aww. That’s great. What exactly happened?” “He just did it. Liz and him were playing with his cars, and he just filled his diaper right there.” “He didn’t go and hide first?” “Nope. Ugh, so proud.” Susie tapped on her phone and waited a few seconds for a reply. “And then when she asked him if he had anything to tell her, he actually told her what he’d done. Liz is a miracle worker! Any other sitter, he would’ve tried to hold it until he was in pain and then gone and hide. The only other person besides me he’ll just go around when he needs to is his mother, and not even me sometimes. I’m ordering more wine.” “Champagne. Let’s celebrate.” “Even better! Ya know, I think the last time I had champagne was when Jakey and I got married. His mother told me he was diaper-shy when we started negotiating, but I didn’t think we’d still be working on getting him over it for this long.” She let out a short sigh of contentment, flagged down their waitress and ordered a bottle of champagne. “Anyway,” she said as the waitress walked away, “you said four. That was only three.” “Sorry?” “You said the toy store incident led to spankings three and four, but that was only three.” “O. Well, I got him rediapered and walked him out of the mall, sans pants of course. He cried most of the way home, and he was quiet and sulky all through dinner. We were doing the dishes together, and as soon as we were done – can you believe this – he actually asked me if we could go back to the toy store the next day.” “You’re kidding.” “Not even a little. I explained natural consequences to him for about the billionth time and that he would not be getting a new toy this week, and that’s when meltdown number 2 started. I got the paddle right back out and bared him all over again, spanked his butt, and put him straight to bed after we had some cuddle time. To his credit, he did apologize the next day.” “You definitely got a willful one,” Susie remarked. “It’s why his mother wanted me to have him. She knew he’d need a firm hand.” “Who did you get to babysit tonight?” Susie asked because Ryan had a reputation in the neighborhood; it wasn’t so easy finding a sitter for him. “My mom.” “Hopefully he’s being an angel for her.” “Hopefully, but if history is any guide, he’s probably in a corner right now listening to Billy get a spanking and waiting for his turn. Those two get each other so wound up, it’s almost a certainty if they’re together for than an hour they’re going to get themselves in trouble.” “How old is Billy now?” “Twenty-six.” “Is your mom having any luck finding him a wife?” “it’s hard. He’s not exactly what women want in a husband these days.” “It’s so unfair. It’s not his fault he has a big penis.” Jess shrugged. “You know how much more work they can be, all the behavioral problems those men seem to have.” “I think that’s a myth. If they’re well trained by their moms and their wives keep up with the training and milk them regularly, I think they’re angels.” “Then do you want him? Mom’s been building up a pretty sweet dowry.” Susie blushed. “Um, no. Sorry. One's enough for me.” Their champagne arrived, and they raised their glasses. Jess toasted, “To Jakey. Let’s hope tonight was a breakthrough and his diaper shyness is a thing of the past.” Susie toasted, “To Ryan. May he one day go an entire week without needing a spanking.” Jessica finished her flute of champagne in a swallow. “That’s how a wife who doesn’t have to pick up her husband until lunch time drinks,” Susie joked. “Damn right. I guess we should order some food before we go back to my place.” Susie looked around the restaurant. How quiet and clean and civilized it was, not a man in sight. Much as she looked forward to telling Jakey how proud of him she was for using his diaper like a good boy, she didn’t want Break Night/Date Night to end too soon.

We were still together, that was a start. After what I had done I would nt have blamed my wife Poppy if she had slapped my face,thrown me out of our marital home of three years and changed all the locks. I'd lost count how many times I'd asked myself how could I have been so stupid. Yes, it was nt a long sordid affair, it was just one drunken mistake but why did it have to be with Lola, Poppy's best friend of over 20 years and why it Gods name did it have to end with Lola pregnant with my child. That news alone could have broken Poppy as we'd had no luck after trying for a child over the last 12 months. It's not as if they are similar, Poppy I'd always describe as a "skinny blonde", quite quiet and shy but with a smile that would light up any room she walked into. Lola on the other hand was what many in the pub called "a mouthy piece", dark hair and far thicker set than Poppy, she bore more than a passing resemblance to English Celebrity chef Nigella Lawson. I did nt think she was my type but Mr Jim Beam had proved to me different. I still think back to how I found myself in Lola's company when Poppy had gone to stay at her mothers house up North for the weekend. Time has dulled even the smallest memories of the night, a quick fumble in a drunken haze that left neither of us exactly sexually fulfilled but created a new life. I can Just about recall the horror we both felt in the morning as we woke up in the same bed and perhaps we would and could have kept it a secret from my lovely Poppy and everyone else if it was nt for 'Junior' That day, sitting next to Poppy, holding her hand, as I confessed to my indiscretion was one memory I would happily wipe from my mind. The hurt on her pretty face was heart breaking, never had I felt such a let down as the horrible news sank in with the love of my life. The days of tears that followed almost drove me to the point of suicide. I could nt bear my Princess being in such emotional pain. 6 months down the line things had improved, whilst it was never far from our minds, Lola's growing tummy helped that, it did nt dominate our lives. Our relationship dynamics had changed over the time, always mindful that I had almost finished our marriage, I became more passive, Poppy on the other hand had began to assert herself becoming the dominant one whereas before she'd been happy to let me the lead the way. The friendship between Poppy and Lola had also changed too, bizarrely it had got stronger, they saw each other much more regularly then before she was pregnant, Lola was a constant visitor to our home. I was never sure whether it was because Poppy wanted to keep reminding me of my mistake or whether she was keen to have an input in the little life created by her two closest friends. I of course tried to avoid being left on my own with Lola. Whilst I was sure that I/we would never make the same mistake again there was no reason to tempt fate. If Lola and myself were in the same room I’d always use Poppy as a screen, Poppy was always between myself and Lola which meant that I’ve never had to address the ‘baby situation’ and how the birth will affect the rest of our lives. That was until that fateful day. I had sensed that something was up on the Friday after returning home from work. Poppy was very quiet and whilst that was nt unusual her eyes showed that she was deep in thought. “Dan” she eventually broke the silence. “Yes sweet” I replied “We need to talk about Lola and the baby” It was the first time she’d used the b word in my presence. “Of course dear, I know I made the biggest mistake of my life but with your help I can do the right thing going forward” “The right thing?” Poppy smirked “The right thing would have to keep your thing in your trousers and we would nt be in this situation” I nodded silently as Poppy continued. “As you know, your baby has only a few months before it arrives and prior to that there are going to be some changes” Poppy went on to explain that Lola’s small one bedroom flat was wholly unsuitable for a child to grow up in. And that the tomorrow (Saturday) Lola would be moving into our 4 bedroom townhouse. That way she could help with child and I’d be able to do my job and provide for my offspring. Twice I tried to interrupt Poppy but with a finger lifted to her lips she dismissed my protestations. “Also as a first time Mother and with no siblings or other children in the family Lola is very nervous about looking after a baby” “She’s going to need some help, and that’s where you come in” Keen to stay on Poppy’s good side I would have done almost anything. “Of course Princess, let me know what I can do” Poppy just smiled “Good boy”

This is just a silly slap-stick faptastic oneshot. ? content warning: VEGAS BLOWOUT by CK CuteKitten When most people say they blew it in Vegas, they mean they lost a lot of money. Or they cheated on their significant other before or after the nuptials. Well, there was also the video of the pretty K-pop singer who got caught on camera with a massive diaper blowout under their skirt. That went viral fast. But this story isn’t about any of that. Ian McSweeney was not Korean, was not a member of a boyband, and he didn’t enjoy prancing around in skirts. He was not an international celebrity. He was just another average Joe. He was a handsome lad, tall and broad-shouldered like his Viking ancestors. But he blew it big time in Vegas. Hell, he practically blew up Vegas. Well, their lights anyway. He was an engineer doing engineer things that kick-started this whole sordid tale but we’re going to skip all that technological stuff, world building and story setting and get right to the good stuff. So dear reader, go grab some lube if you wish and let’s get fappy. Ready? Good. Here we go. So, long story short, Ian managed unfortunately to not blow up Las Vegas thanks to some engine lube at the last minute. (Which btw the author would like to pause the story for a little PSA in these troubled times. Engine lube doesn’t make good human lube. Fornicate carefully. Or don’t. It’s your life, live it your way baby! Okay, now back to the story.) You think his company would be happy he didn’t blow up the city, right? Wrong. Our handsome, hapless hero still managed to get in trouble. Lots of trouble. Like pack your bags your ass is canned and you’ll NEVER EVER EVER work in this town, in this city, in this state- oh fuck it you’re never gonna work in this country again kind of trouble. He was sent allll the way up to the Big Boss’s lair at the very tippy top of the big building. The elevator ride took forever and horrible tacky music played, mocking his inner turmoil and fear. No one ever saw the grand pooh-bah. But boy oh boy did they feel her wrath. Water cooler rumors said she was Stalin or Mao reincarnated. Finally the elevator dinged open and Ian set one trembling foot onto the top floor. A long, silent hall and multiple door with the names of corporate big-wigs. Secretaries and personal assistant clacked away at their keyboards. At the end of the hall, the door creaked open ominously and a pretty girl, blonde curls done up in a pink ribbon, stuck her head out. “Ian McSweeney? Ms. Rose is waiting for you.” Ian gulped, squared his shoulders, and entered the dragon’s cave, sure he was about to be eaten whole, shredded to bits and stuffed into a tuna can. The personal assistant was buxom and cute in a pastel pink blouse and floral A-line skirt. She’d spent a lot of her generous salary on plastic surgery to look like a young Dolly Parton. She waddled, crinkling noisily and her butt looked disproportionately big compared to the rest of her petite frame. Ian wondered why she had grocery bags in her pockets. The secretary gave him a big smile and opened the Dreaded Door O Doom. Ian thought it should come with a “Abandon Hope All Ye Who Enter Here” sign. He stepped into the giant office, she shut the door and he was trapped with the monster and her hoard of gold, part of which was his paycheck and considering the company was the highest paying in his field, he was very sorry to see it go. The blinds on the huge office windows were shut, making the room dim and enhancing the gloom. A huge, fancy and super duper expensive wooden desk took up an entire wall at the end of the room. He stared at the back of a matching fancy leather chair. Slowly, oh so slowly, it turned and creaked. As expensive and posh as it was, it could’ve used some lube. Finally Ms. Ruby Rose, head honcho and biggest big-wig of the entire monster corporation faced him. She smiled at him. He thought she’d be old and ugly, or at least mean and miserable. Like a Disney villain. The Evil Queen or Ursula or Cruella Deville. But she was friggin hot. Red curls piled up on her head, freckles dusted her face and she was medium height, curvy in a black pinstripe Gucci powersuit and Jimmy Choo stiletto pumps. Alas, she had not gotten surgery to look like a buxom young Dolly Parton. But she was kinda young- late 20’s or early 30’s, around his age. He stared at her, eyes wide in dread, chin defiantly high but trembling as he awaited the guillotine. She ignored him, taking her good sweet time shuffling through a stack of papers on her desk. Finally she looked up at him. “Mr. McSweeney.” He gulped, too terrified for words. It was all he could do not to wet his pants. She folded her hands. “You fucked up.” He licked his lips and struggled for words to defend himself. She talked right over him. “I know. You didn’t blow up the city. But it never should have happened in the first place.” She stood up. Her chair creaked ominously and she clasped her hands behind her back. She seemed ten feet tall, making him feel like a tiny little mousie despite him physically being bigger than her. “We here at Mega Corporation are the biggest and the best for a reason. You not only nearly caused a major power outage, you almost destroyed this company’s reputation. When you are on the job, you represent us. The news would have been all over this, and our competition would have a field day. What do you have to say for yourself?” Ian cringed. “I-I’m sorry! It wasn’t my fault things weren’t working properly, it was all I could do to fix it-” “I’m not interested in excuses. You’re our newest recruit, fresh out of school. We took a chance on you. We can’t have someone so careless and reckless representing our company. Normally you’d be given a write up and a written warning but for something this big, this serious?” Ms. Ruby Rose walked around Ian, eyeing him like a lion does a gazelle. Ian turned, forcing himself to meet her eyes and wait for the magical words you’re fired. The click of her heels echoed in the silent room. “You know what this means, don’t you?” Ian swallowed. “I’m fired.” Getting fired from such a prestigious, powerful company was a black mark, a huge dark stain on his resume. Word of mouth was small in this industry- the muckety-muck big wigs all seemed to know each other. Which meant finding another job would be next to impossible. Maybe engineering firms in Canada were hiring? Australia? Mongolia? Ms. Ruby Rose stared into his eyes. “It’s a shame. You showed such promise.” She turned, back to him, and strolled to her desk. She paused. “It doesn’t have to be like that, you know.” Hope fluttered in his heart. He’d do anything to keep this job. “Oh?” His voice came out as a squeak much to his annoyance. He wanted to appear strong, calm, and collected like he wasn’t terrified of her, like she couldn’t make or break him. Ms. Ruby Rose sat back down and leaned back in her big squeaky chair of intimidation. “How much do you value your job?” Ian cleared his throat. “Very much.” “I don’t usually give second chances. But...for certain individuals….I make exceptions.” Ian kept his poker face and just stared at her, waiting for her to continue. He might be terrified but he still had his dignity and he would not ask, like a desperate puppy begging. She smiled. “My personal assistant had an even bigger fuck up than you. And I gave her a raise.” “There’s conditions.” “Of course.” “What’s the catch?” “My methods are...unconventional. And personal.” Her hard eyes pierced into him. “If you feel any hesitation or discomfort at that, turn around and walk out the door right now. Your pink slip will follow. You’re always welcome to try and fight it in court.” Her tone mocked him- she wanted to see him fight. He’d lose, buried beneath court costs and lawyer fees. With how much money the mega corporation made, they had a team of top-notch rottweiler lawyers, the best of the best who knew all the loop holes and manipulations possible. He wouldn’t stand a chance. Companies like this knew how to get away with murder, how to muddle and distort the truth and turn blatant lies into the new truth. His back was against the wall and she had a sword at his jugular. They both knew it. “I want to keep my job.” His words were soft, and he was proud how steady his voice was. Her lips stretched in a shark grin. “I knew you were a smart boy.” She waved him into a seat across from her desk. Reluctantly, like he wore cement shoes, Ian slowly dragged himself and sat down with all the dignity and grace he could muster like a condemned man climbing the gallows. She leaned her elbows on the desk. “How would you like a raise? A promotion? My chief engineer could use an assistant to help with her work load.” Ian’s eyes widened. He’d work up here for one of the big-wig muckety-mucks. He’d be a mini-muckety muck. His brain tripped as he tried to figure out how this was possible. “W-what-” He cleared his throat and adjusted his blue tie. “What would I have to do?” “Just take my little punishment. This is all off the books, of course. And agree to a little wardrobe change. I find it really helps one get their head on straight.” He blinked, eyes going wide. “Oh!” He jumped up. “You! Th-that’s illegal! I’m not sleeping with you just to keep my job! This is a court case I could easily win!” His fists clenched and he was ready to storm out the door. “You think you’re the first to say that?” She laughed, a melodious sound. “Oh my pet, you’re perfectly welcome to try. You won’t be the first or the last. You can roll those dice. All those before you lost. Maybe you’ll be different. But I assure you, I don’t want to fuck you.” He paused. “...Then….what do you want from me?” “Just a little punishment for being a naughty boy.” His face scrunched up. “What?” She stood up. “Take it or leave it. That’s my offer. Of course this is all highly unethical. You think I care about that? You’re not the first to try and drag me through the mud. It hasn’t worked in over a decade, so forgive me for not cowering before a corrupt and easily bendable law.” She giggled and went over to a cupboard, opening it. She stepped back, arm still in the cupboard. “This is your last chance. Will you keep your job or quit?” Part of him wanted to run. Another part of him- the part that struggled so hard through school, that worked two jobs to put him through school, the part of him that was still buried under a mountain of student debt- anchored him in place. “I want my job. I want a raise.” “Smart boy.” She cooed as if talking to a toddler. And pulled out...a wooden spoon. His brown eyes widened. “Holy shit! Woah! What?!” “It won’t hurt, much. Just a little spanking. You’ve been a naughty little boy and I’m going to give you a lesson that will remind you to be a good boy.” She sat down in her chair and patted her lap, spoon in one hand. “Well?” BDSM kinkery. His mind shut down. What did he do? Turn and run? Then what? Or get freaky-deaky with his hot lady boss for one night and get a raise and promotion that otherwise would take him years to earn? Bullshit talked and money walked; the decision wasn’t hard. How many stories came from Hollywood about actors fucking directors for parts that launched them to stardom? Every step, his heart screamed how wrong and dirty this was. So what? The world wasn’t a fair place. You did what you had to do to get ahead. And when you were a filthy rich bitch like his boss, the world was your oyster. Money worked miracles, opened doors the poor peasants didn’t even know existed. And he was gonna get himself a slice of that decadent pie. Even if he had to sell his soul to the devil in Jimmy Choos. All to soon he found himself in front of Ms. Ruby Rose. She stared up at him expectantly. He stared down at her lap. “Unbutton your pants.” She stared at him some more. He stared back, a frozen statue. Time stretched out. Slowly, oh so slowly he reached up with stiff fingers and unbuttoned his pants. Pulled them down. “Shoes off.” That part was easy; he just toed them off. “Now the pants.” He moved slow, feeling like he was in the Twilight Zone. Or a Doctor Who episode. Surely horns and tentacles would burst out of his boss any moment now. His pants pooled around his ankles. She patted her lap. His mind went blank; next thing he knew somehow he face down over her lap, underwear-clad butt in the air and he stared down at the floor. Did she pull him down or did he crawl across willingly? A feminine hand- soft but hard, a mother’s hand- rubbed his firm butt cheeks and his dick twitched. He wasn’t a kinky dude- he liked his sex plain old vanilla thank you very much but he hadn’t dated in a while and he normally wasn’t a one night stand kind of dude, he liked an emotional connection under normal circumstances. “Do you still want it? A little bit of pain now for a big future gain?” Ms. Ruby Rose cooed. “I’m doing this because it’s what’s best for you. And because I enjoy it. Dominating someone, having them willingly yield to me. I get off on the power. Especially when it’s someone who doesn’t want it. It’s the breaking, the coercion I enjoy. The mental challenge. But I’m not a cold hearted bitch- I’ll reward you handsomely.” He should get up. Walk out. Move to Canada. He nodded his head. “Words, baby boy. Ms. Ruby needs to hear you say it.” “Y-yes. I w-want it.” He croaked out between numb lips. “Good boy.” She praised. Her hand stopped rubbing his bottom. He tensed in anticipation. The spoon came down hard, stinging through his flesh. He jumped, biting his bottom lip. She waited then brought the spoon down again. He jerked, but her hand on his back held him still as the blows fell faster, the sting of one blending into another until he was twitching and sobbing. Satisfied, she stopped. His tears stained her Gucci pants. Her hand rubbed his stinging bottom; he instinctively flinched. “Shh. There, there. Such a good boy. You took your punishment so well. I’m so proud of you.” Her voice was melted honey, soothing away the pain she’d caused but he felt it all through a layer of humiliation. He just had to get through this. He wiped his face, sniffling. “W-we’re d-done?” “Not quite, baby. Come on.” She tugged on his shirt, soft hands guiding him up so he was standing. She stood up as well and laid the spoon on her desk. “It’ll be okay. Trust me. Just relax.” She cooed, took his hand, swiped her papers and pen holder off her desk. It clattered to the floor. He jumped at the noise the she tugged him down and took his boxers off. He was too stunned to react, once again wondering how he ended up with his back on the hard wood, staring up at her, feeling vulnerable and helpless. “I thought you s-said no sex?” His face was still streaked with tears. She leaned over and tenderly wiped them away. “Would you like sex?” He quickly shook his head. Normally he’d say yes but after what he went through...his bottom stung, red and on fire. Any sexy feelings he had evaporated on her lap yet his dick was still hard from her touch, standing at attention. She glanced down at it, bobbing at attention, hard and aching for her touch. “Seems your little soldier has other ideas.” She giggled. “But that’s a reward for very good little boys. And you’ve been a very naughty boy, blowing up his toys.” She rubbed the head of his penis. He gasped, hips jerking of their own accord. Then her hand was gone and she was back in her cupboard, pulling out a folded up pink rectangle and two round jars. She grinned like a cheshire cat while he looked up at her lost and confused. “I mentioned a little wardrobe change. This will help as a permanent reminder of your status. You don’t have to wear at home- what you do on your free time is your own business. But on my time and my dime, you will be diapered from now on as a reminder.” She stared at his huge, horrified eyes and giggled. “Oh baby. Shh. I can’t force you to, of course.” Her smile said otherwise. He knew he was free to walk out that door, away from this job and all the consequences that would follow. He already came this far. He didn’t want to find out just how dirty Ms. Ruby Rose would and could fight. Even if he did win in the end, she’d go down and take him with her one way or another. Even if he got her sent to jail for threats, sexual harassment, blackmail, she’d retaliate by ruining his life. Hell, if he even accused her she’d ruin him. How would his friends and family react? Future employers? He didn’t want to chance it. He shuddered. “Baby, diapers aren’t that bad. You’ll come to love them. All my babies do.” Ms. Ruby cooed as she spread his legs. He closed his eyes, wishing this was all just a nightmare and he’d wake up any moment now. He gasped, eyes shooting wide open when her hand grabbed his cock and she squeezed, rubbing faster and faster. A hand job? His hips jerked of his own accord, dick pulsing hard and hot as blood rushed through his veins. Oh it had been so long. A woman’s hand was so much better than his own. Even if it was attached to his evil psycho but hot boss. She pumped fast and hard, then slow, rubbing his balls, fingering his slit until precum leaked and she was back to pumping and squeezing and massaging. Her other hand opened one jar and somehow cream was smeared all over his front. Then all touch stopped. He whimpered, hips jerking up off the table as his dick begged for more attention. Oh, he was so close! Just a little more. His head spun. All he wanted was her touch. She giggled. “Such a good boy.” She cooed some more. At her cream-covered touch, his hips lowered onto something soft and thick. Padding? A cushion? Whaaat? “Don’t worry baby. Ah, doesn’t this feel nice? Ms. Ruby can make you feel real good. If you’re a good boy in the future you’ll get more of this.” She cooed and returned to her ministrations, working him up into a moaning, writhing frenzy. At some point before he burst- he wasn’t sure, too busy concentrating on her touch- his butt became coated in cream and at some other point he was pretty sure but not certain he felt her fingers near his bum hole, slipping something in? Why would she do that? Kinky freaky bitch. But oh she made him feel so good- Her hands pulled away just before he came, and she brought the front of the padding up between his legs. The soft thickness cradled his aching erection as he exploded, hot ropes of pearly cum smearing all over the padding. Then quick as a wink the padding pressed against him and he heard tapes rip open. Suddenly the cushion was wrapped around him, strapped to his waist, smothering him. Bliss. Pure bliss filled him. He sighed happily, on cloud nine and floating in a warm after glow haze. Oh that was the best hand-fuck he’d ever had. Not that he had many besides his own hand. He was too blissed out to be aware of what went on around him. His tummy rumbled faintly. Ms. Ruby Rose stroked the front of his diaper. He whimpered, not up just yet for round two but his dick twitched anyway. Damn thing had a mind of its own, betraying him. “What a good boy you were. My best boy, making cummies in your diaper.” Diapee? He blinked. “W-what?” He weakly raised his head, staring down at his crotch. A humongous, super duper thick pink baby diaper covered in white cartoon kittens smiled up at him. His heart thumped. “What? The hell is this?” She giggled like an excited school girl. “The other part of your punishment. Weren’t you listening? From now on, when you come to work, you will be diapered. Just like this. And you will use your diapers just like a little baby. For everything.” She took his hands and tugged him up. HIs body was still limp in post coital bliss, mind clouded with confusion and all muddled between after sex haze and shock at his new underwear. He sat up with a loud crinkle, sounding just like the sexy secretary. So she wore diapers too? Just how many employees had Ms. Rose diapered and dominated? He stared down at the pink kittens and poofy floofy noisy thick diaper. He poked the thick plastic. It crinkled noisily. Now he was going to crinkle everywhere too. People would think he had grocery bags in his pockets. How could his pants hide something as monstrous as this diaper? Between the noise and bulk there was no concealing this! He bit back a whimper, wanting to break down in tears. He should’ve run, moved to Mongolia. Anything would be better than this fate! Yet deep down he knew he was already trapped, destined to be in diapers as long as he worked for her. Tears trickled down his face. Ms. Ruby Rose was busy picking up his pants and helping him into them. She cooed and reassured him, tell him it wasn’t so bad, he’d get used to it and even come to enjoy it. He whimpered. She looked up. “Oh baby. Shh.” She wiped his tears away, touch gentle and motherly. “Shh. It’s okay. You tried to be a big boy. You really did. But you’re not. You proved that. Deep down you’re just a little baby and you need help. That’s okay. There’s no shame in this. It’s gonna be alright.” She comforted him until the tears stopped and helped him get himself back together. She guided him to his feet, tugged his pants up. He was right. There was no hiding the horrible, terrible bulging bulk of the diaper. His pants at least buttoned up but they ballooned out in a very super duper obvious diaper bulge. Ms. Ruby Rose rubbed his tush and patted his crotch. Through the padding, his dick twitched. He wanted to break down and cry; it took all his mental strength and fortitude to hold it together. His boss kissed his forehead. “Shh. Now, you keep this diapee on until you’re home. I’ve given you a little surprise, and you’ll need your diaper on for it. Maybe you can make it to the potty. Maybe you won’t, so you leave that diappe on until you get to the potty. At work, your diapers are your potty and you need to get used to it.” She kissed both his cheeks then spoke on an intercom. “I’m going to send you home now. My driver will take you home in my Lincoln town car.” His bottom stung but the padding provided some comfort, bizarre as that sounded. His head spun. He wanted to go home, shower and wash away this horrible memory and process everything. So all Ian could do was nod along, let her wipe his face with a wet wipe and she straightened up his pants and tuck in his shirt. He looked put together again except for his red puffy eyes and his super duper puffy diapered bottom. The secretary came in to announce the car was ready; her eyes widened at Ian’s bulging diapered crotch then she gave him a sympathetic smile, took his hand, and escorted him to the car. Both of them crinkled loudly, the new sounds of his diapered life. And poor Ian never made it home. The car was almost there when his stomach rumbled without warning. Well, it gave him plenty of warning but he was too lost in his head, trying to process all he’d been through to pay any attention to his bodily functions. So the bowel movement took him completely by surprise. He cramped out of nowhere. With a soft grunt he instinctively leaned over and farted. More than just a fart came out. He jumped as much as the seatbelt would allow as his diaper filled with melted suppository and poopy mush. His bladder also let loose, hot and wet over his crotch. Ian cried. The chauffeur just smiled sympathetically. She was used to driving Ms. Rose’s big babies around. This new one was super duper cute; she looked forward to watching him wet and mess himself in the future. Back in her office, Ms. Ruby Rose turned off the video feed from the camera hidden in the car. Oh how she loved breaking in new babies! Maybe she’d have to take him to Vegas and have a real blow out.

First of all I know that’s not how you spell soulmates, it was intentional. I know I have a hard time sticking with my stories, which is why I am going to warn all of you I can’t promise I will stick with this one. Honestly I write as a way to relieve stress, and though I don’t want to know what you guys think, and I want to give everyone something to enjoy, I am writing mostly for myself in this situation. However, this does not mean I won’t take critique. So if you have anything to add or errors to correct (I know I’m bad at proof reading) please feel free to share. Okey now that that’s out of the way I am going to tell you about about this story. This story is based on true events in my life, but it will also contain a lot of fiction. You may realize there is a lack of information about the fiancé in this story but that is intentional. She is not the focal point of this story and it’s is not my ntent to shine bad light on her. She is a part of the story by necessity. Without further ado here is my story. Chapter 1 “I have a diaper fetish.” This wasn’t the first time that Levi had uttered these words, but, unbeknownst to him, this time would have the greatest impact on his life. Levi had been an adult baby and diaper lover all of his life and as such, if asked where this particular fetish had sprung from, he was left without an answer. At the age of 28, he had already told a few of his past girlfriends which different levels of success, but this was one of the few times he had told one of his friends. Maddie and Levi had been friends and coworkers for almost three years by that point, and they had a most peculiar relationship. To the outside eye, most would think they had a thing for each other, and this was partially true, however the full truth was a bit more unorthodox. They had spent spent their first year as co-workers flirting on and off and developing a rather close friendship. There was a point Levi was seriously thinking about asking her out, but acting on a hint she had dropped about a ‘particular person’ that was always waited on text from, Levi assumed that she was off the market. Levi, who had met his new girlfriend shortly thereafter, wasn’t too disheartened by this assumption, and Maddie and his relationship, continued on in the same fashion. The revelation that Maddie was, in fact, a lesbian didn’t really change their relationship, and Levi hadn’t really been surprised by it either. Her sexual orientation had actually made their friendship a lot less complicated because, the now engaged, Levi felt a lot less guilty about having such a close girl friend if being with her was not even on the table. Flash forward three years and Maddie, now married to a wonderful lady named Arya, stood opposite Levi, a smile forming on her face. “That makes a lot of sense in hindsight.” The blond girl, upon seeing the mortified look on Levi’s face, chuckled and quickly wrapped him in a tight hug. “Oh, don’t being embarrassed, I still love you. Honestly I’m more intrigued than anything.” Maddie had aspirations to be a sex therapist, which was one of the reasons that Levi had confided in her. The other, big, reason he had felt so strongly about sharing was that Levi’s current engagement was not going well at all. Despite starting out with the passion worthy of song, things just seemed to be going from bad to worse. Levi had told her everything about himself, including his fetish, and to to his delight she took on the role of his mommy as well as fiancé, but good things seem never to last. His engagement, now crumbling, and his little side, now neglected, led him to revealing his biggest secret to this girl in hopes that someone may accept him. “Thank you for not thinking I’m a freak.” Levi was now crying in Maddie’s arms and his fear, of telling her, had evaporated. “I will always love you kiddo,” Maddie said, rubbing his back. “But you are still going to have to tell me more about this. So I proclaim that we are going to lunch together and you are going to tell me all about this babyish side of yours.” Levi let go of Maddie and wiped his eyes. The use of the word ‘kiddo’ didn’t go unnoticed or appreciated, and Levi could already tell he had made the right choice in telling her. “It’s a date.” After all, go in it depth about his fetish in the middle of work didn’t give Levi the greatest feelings of security. An hour later the two sat outside a burger hut, free from the constraints of work. Levi no longer felt nervous or self conscious about revealing so much of himself to Maddie, quite the contrary. Now that he had done the hard part, all he wanted to do was reveal everything about himself and take comfort in complete vulnerability. “Tell me everything you are comfortable with sharing, and I will ask questions as they come up.” She smiled warmly at him, and not for the first time, he wished she wasn’t a lesbian. He told her how he didn’t know how or when it started, told her about his love of diaper, bottles, pacifiers, onesies, and all the other baby things, told her how is was a sexual turn on, but also something he used to regress and deal with all the stress in his life. Next, he told her about how he told his fiancé and their whole story (she was already aware of their current relationship issues). He told her about the shame the fetish brought him, the joy in brought him, his love of humiliation, his urge to not be in control, but most of all tried to impress upon her how much diapers meant to his life. Through out all of this, Maddie listened intently, just allowing Levi to feel safe and get out everything he needed to. When he was done, he realized that he was once again tearing up, and he grew angry with himself for letting his emotions get the best of him again. Honesty Levi, as an empath, had always had a hard time keeping his emotions under wraps, and because of that, everyone in his life knew he wore his heart on his sleeve. “Do I have to embarrass you to get you to cheer up,” Maddie asked, winking. Levi blushed and shook his head. “Don’t you dare!” “Oh, I can already tell you are going to fun to tease.” Levi stuck his tongue out at her, and she laughed. “Okay, question time! So, do you actually use your diapers, or do you just wear them like normal crinkly underwear?” It was only her first question and Levi was blushing once again. “Well, um...” the moment he hesitated, she giggled and he knew he didn’t have to verbalize his answer, “Oh my gosh, that’s great!” Levi was bewildered, “Why is that great?” “Because it makes it more authentic and I love that.” Maddie’s enthusiasm was almost contagious, and Levi found himself smiling dispute his embarrassment. “Do you use them for everything?” Levi knew this question had to be next, but it still was hard for him to vocalize and answer. “Yes,” Levi looked down at the floor, “like you said, it makes it more authentic. I just like feeling completely safe and that I don’t have to worry about using the potty while I’m in them.” Despite everything, Levi was still having a hard time saying the word ‘diaper’ out loud. “You are too cute when you get shy, you know that?” “You’re not make this any easier for me.” “Oh hush little one! You know you love it.” And she was right, and she knew it. “Do you change yourself or?” She trailed off, not needing to finish the sentence for Levi to understand. “I do when I have to but I prefer being changed by someone else.” It continued on this way all though lunch, and their conversation kept with him all the way though the rest of the work day. Levi tried to keep in a good mood for the rest of the day, but his unstable relationship and home life soon sapped his enthusiasm. When his lady went to bed, Levi decided he needed a bit of baby time. Going over to his diaper stash, in the closet and being careful not to wake his lady, he grabbed some baby powder, his dinosaur covered changing mat, and a thick diaper with a babyish design. Going to the bathroom and undressing, he payed the mat out and unfolded the diaper on top of it. With expert hands that come with years of experience, he laid down on the waiting padding, then powdered his diaper area and bottom before drawing the diaper between his legs and taping it shut. Levi was always surprised by how good a diaper felt after long periods of not wearing. Next, though he wished he didn’t have to, he pulled on a shirt and pajama bottoms and left the bathroom. Levi had the next day off, so going to the fridge, crinkling all the while, he pulled out some vodka and mixed himself a drink before sitting down and putting on a movie. The alcohol did help and soon his elation, at confiding in Maddie, returned. Also, due to the alcohol, Levi soon felt a twinge in his bladder and without thinking he released his muscles causing his diaper to grow warm and wet. In this state of drunken euphoria, Levi’s common sense soon started to slip and he started typing out a text. Maddie Levi: Would you be my babysitter? Not pausing to debate if it was a good idea or not, Levi hit send and instantly felt regret.

Mommy Claire & I by Fulldiaper Michael Copyright 2020, All rights reserved. This story is partially true, but mostly the imagination of the author. Any resemblance to any person's living, or dead is purely coincidental. Chapter 1 Claire and I had been dating for six months when one evening over some alcohol beverages the subject changed to sexual fantasies, and kinks. Claire asked me to go first as she was afraid that if she went first it might damage our relationship, and she didn't want to do that. After four glasses of white wine I started drinking my beer and of course my inhibitions went out the window as Claire cuddled up to me and started stroking my leg she said, "come on and tell Mommy Claire what are your kinky dreams, fantasies, and wishes, hon?" Let me state that Claire is ten years my senior so the reference to Mommy didn't really catch my attention at first as she was a mother of three grown children that lived in other States than her and I. So I took a deep breath and said, "I would enjoy being able to be submissive in some capacity with a more Dominant Woman, and surrender to her, heart, mind and soul." I saw a small smile break into a full-blown smile and she started stroking my crotch and penis inside my pants. She could feel my penis getting hard under her steady ministrations, and she said, "Like this?" I blurted out, "My God yes." To which she laughed, and said, "Do you want me to continue?" I said, "Please don't stop." She said, "What will you for me to keep going?" My mind was a mess of goo and clouds, and I blurted out, "ANYTHING you want." Her response was rapid, and straight forward, "Anything, baby?" Through the clouds and thick goo I said, "Yes, Anything." Claire quickened her pace on my crotch, and my mind was spinning, and I thought, I have to have this, but what about my pants, I need to get them off, but Claire pushed my hands away, and said, "You said, anything, so let Mommy Claire do this Her way, baby boy." My breathing started get rapid and I couldn't think straight as I knew I was about to explode in my pants with this woman I had been with only a short six months, but being a male the smaller head won the argument, and I allowed this woman I was head-over-heels in love with continue to masturbate me inside my underwear, and pants. Shortly after thinking I need to get my pants off, and my underwear Claire picked up the pace sending into able totally different dimension than I had ever experienced with any other Woman. My body started tensing up, and I could feel an orgasm coming from the tips of my toes working it's way up the back of my calves, into upper leg, and finally into my groin. I could a surge of electricity in the air, and for some reason I knew nothing between Claire and I would ever be the same again. I felt Claire's other hand slip under my butt and she started massaging my ass cheeks, and poking at my anus. For some reason this intensified the surge I was feeling in my groin, and crotch to the point that I started started screaming, "Oh my God Claire, I'm going to CUM." Claire said, "That's the idea baby boy." With that said I felt my penis erupt as Claire my ass firmly and kept vigorously rubbing my crotch spreading all my seaman into my underwear, and pants. To any on looker it would have appeared that I wet my pants like a two year old but Claire said, "My goodness that's an awful lot of baby juice there." I was so wiped out from the drinking and Claire's attention to my penis that I dozed off to sleep and didn't wake up until the following morning in Claire's arms with my head on her lap staring up at her 42DD breast. She said, "How did Mommy's baby sleep?" I told her I slept like a baby. She said, "Not yet, but that's coming, baby." I'm sure the confused look on my face was all she needed to open up about her fantasies. She said, "Michael, I want you to listen to me very carefully, do you understand?" I heard a tone in her voice I had never heard, and I was hypnotized by it. I replied, "Yes, Ma'am." She said, "Very good, I am Ma'am, but I prefer Mommy, Michael. Do you understand?" I again replied, "Yes, and instead of Ma'am, said, Mommy." A smile broke on her face and her hand found it way to my face as she started stroking my face. She said, "I have been looking for a way to breach the conversation we started last night with you, baby." I said, "OK" She was quick to say, "OK, what?" I quickly corrected myself, and said, "Mommy" Claire looked deeply into my eyes and a tear formed as she started to cry saying, "I have a very Dominant side that misses being a Mommy to my grownup babies, Michael. Do you understand?" I looked at her and I knew she was laying her heart and soul out for me, so I said, "Yes, Mommy I understand." Claire then took her other hand and placed it firmly on my stained crotch, and said, "You can't be messing in your big boy pants like a baby, so what is Mommy going to do about this?" I had a deer in the headlight look like what, huh, I have no idea where this going, but said, "Mommy will know." She said, "That's right Mommy will know. So here is how it's going to be from now on, baby Michael." Until you can keep your underwear, and pants clean, and dry Mommy will be diapering you, feeding you, bathing you, breastfeeding you, and Yes changing your diapers where ever, when ever, and how ever she decides. From this moment forward you will be wearing your bathroom for every elimination, including the one's Mommy sees fit for your to deposit into your diapers, baby. "Is that understood?" I started to say, "But", and Mommy said, "NO Butts except that cute butt of yours in a thick thirsty diaper, baby." It was then I realized that Claire's desire, fantasy, and sexual preference was as a Dominant Mommy. I started to voice another objections and I felt a steady pressure in my crotch as Mommy squeezed, and I could feel my erection coming back, and so could Claire. Mommy said, "Ready for round two of a many more wet sessions, baby." I said, "Yes Mommy." It was then I realized nothing would ever be the same with Claire, I mean Mommy and I. ...to be continued

https://amzn.to/3zVgsHi I know a couple of people here on Daily Diapers follow my work so I just wanted to let everyone know that my newest Ebook is out on Amazon today. Instead of posting the first chapter the way I've done in the past, I thought I would offer an excerpt from the book instead that might be more interesting (seen below.) If you want to read the first chapter for free, you should also be able to do so by clicking the Amazon link above. There is a sequel to this Ebook coming out in just a few weeks! SYNOPSIS: Liz is an attractive, successful 24 year old woman whose boyfriend Cody just moved into her apartment. Liz hoped that Cody moving out of his parents house would help him to grow up but since moving in, he's been nothing but lazy and immature. Now, she has discovered that he has a bedwetting problem. But getting Cody to take some responsibility for his little problem is just the first step in Liz taking control of their relationship. When Liz returned home from work, her boyfriend Cody was nowhere to be found. The apartment was quiet and Liz figured that her roommate Sophia was probably still at work. Sophia was a waitress so her schedule naturally changed fairly frequently. Walking into the bedroom, Liz groaned loudly. The mattress was still bare. Sure enough, when she went to open the washing machine, the sheets were still there. She had given Cody just one job to do that day: wash the sheets, put them in the drier, and return them onto the bed. He hadn't even done that! While Liz didn't want to chastise Cody for having an accident, it often felt like she did all the household chores in their apartment. Before she could load the sheets into the drier though, there was a knock at the door. It was curious since Liz hadn't been expecting any company. As she opened the door, the visitor greeted her with a smile. Kayla. She was Cody's younger sister, three years his junior to be precise but already in college herself. Much like Cody, she had a thin, slender build with brown hair and blue eyes. "Hey Kayla, how've you been?" Liz said. "Great! I just came to drop off that stuff you asked me for." Kayla said, handing Liz a hardcover textbook along with a few notebooks. "Thanks so much. I appreciate it." When Cody had moved in with Liz a few months ago, he had already dropped out of school so he hadn't bothered to take any of his school materials with him in the move. Since Liz had always gotten along pretty well with Cody's sister, she asked her to gather up what few school supplies were left in his room and bring them over. Ever since Cody decided to take a semester off, Liz had been hoping that he would eventually return to school. Though that prospect didn't seem very likely at the moment, Liz was grateful that Kayla had honored her request. "Do you want to come in?" Liz offered. "Sure." Kayla shrugged. "Can I get you a drink of something?" "How about a beer?" "Nice try, missy. I know you're only 19 years old." "I was just kidding." she said innocently. Wasting no time, Liz returned to pulling out the bedding from the washer and stuffing it into the drier. "Ah, I see that my supposedly older brother is still wetting the bed, huh?" Kayla said with a giggle. "What do you mean? Did he wet the bed when he lived at your parent's house?" Liz asked. "Yeah, you didn't know that? Oh my gosh! I can't believe he didn't tell you he wet the bed before moving in with you!" "Did he do it for a long time?" "Off and on over the years. For a while, his whole room smelled like pee. That's probably why my mom made him wear diapers to bed." "Diapers?" Liz asked, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, like those old people diapers, you know?" "How often did he have accidents at night?" "I don't know? I think my mom used a calendar to keep track for a while. Usually it was a couple times a week." "Did your mom ever take him to see a doctor for it?" "Yeah, he went to a urologist a couple years ago. Apparently some small percentage of the adult population still wets the bed. It was something about bladder muscles? I don't remember. Personally, I always thought he was just being lazy." Kayla said with a sneer. Liz finished the rest of her conversation with Kayla, then politely showed her to the door and said goodbye. Deep down though, Liz was furious. Before Kayla had come to the door, Liz thought that Cody had experienced a handful of anomalous bedwetting accidents. Now it was clear that Cody had struggled with bedwetting for years, long before the day that he first met Liz! In all that time, he never uttered a word about it. Then even after moving in with her a few months ago, he actively tried to cover it up. Walking into the bedroom and sniffing the air, Liz could still detect a hint of stale urine. Opening up the pantry, she found Cody's pee soaked boxer briefs. Groaning to herself, she lugged the pantry over to the washer and began sorting the clothes to do a load of laundry. At this point, Liz felt like a working mother with a lazy teenage son... not an adult partner in a long term relationship. "Hey, girl!" Sophia said, walking in the front door. Judging from her black polo shirt and tight blue jeans, Sophia had probably just come from waiting tables. "Where the hell is Cody? Did he say anything about going out with friends before he left today?" Liz snapped. "Well, hello to you too! I think Cody said he had plans this afternoon before he left." Sophia said. Liz's expression softened. "I'm sorry, Sophia. I'm not mad at you. It's just been a long day. I asked Cody to put everything in the drier today and he didn't even do that." "Did that boy pee the bed again?" Sophia asked. "Yeah." Sophia said nothing but her facial expressions spoke volumes. Her eyebrows raised and her nose wrinkled. To her credit, Sophia didn't make any of her usual snide comments about Cody, though this time she would have been well within her right to do so. Liz knew that these new revelations weren't going to improve Sophia's opinion of Cody but she wasn't even going to try to defend Cody's actions to her. At this point, she just needed someone to vent to. She needed her best friend. "Can we go and get a drink? I'm kind of overwhelmed right now." Liz asked. "Sure, girl! It's Friday and I just got paid today. My treat. Let's go." "What would I do without you?" Liz smiled. In the air conditioned wine bar; Liz explained the situation in detail to her best friend. While Sophia usually was loud and opinionated, she could also be a good listener when she knew Liz was stressed out about something. "I just want to fix all of this." Liz said, taking a sip of her glass of red wine. "Well, the solution is pretty obvious when you think about it." Sophia said. "I'm not kicking Cody out and I'm not breaking up with him." Liz said defensively. "Chill out, girl. I wasn't going to say that." "Really?" "Yeah, I mean I know that Cody and I don't always get along and if I'm being honest, I think you could do better. But I know you love him and I want to be supportive." "Thanks." "But you know you gotta put him back in diapers at night!" "Seriously?" "Yeah, you said that's what his momma used to do." "Cody would never agree to that. The fact that his mom made him wear those things was probably one of the reasons why he moved out of her house. Cody is an adult. I'll just sit down with him and we'll have a reasonable discussion and talk about possible solutions." "Fuck all that." Sophia said bluntly. "He ain't acting like an adult. He's acting like a spoiled brat. He had a chance to be an adult and tell you the truth when he moved in. He blew it. Now you're telling me he can't even put the sheets in the drier while you're at work all day?" Liz said nothing. It was hard to argue with Sophia's logic. To read the full novella, click the link below: https://amzn.to/3zVgsHi

The New Charge Prologue Amber had decided to take the plunge! For years she had drifted in and out of the fetish scene hoping to find that special someone that would make her world complete. She wanted a male, a male to dominate and control, but none of her previous conquests had measured up to her dominant desires. She really wanted to force her partner (or victim), but within the fetish scene, her conquests had actually wanted what she was offering, in one form or another. But, it wasn’t the same if they wanted it, she wanted to actually force them! Amber Anderson was a professional - or that’s how she would have been described by many. From a relatively average upbringing, Amber had made her mark on the world. She was the daughter of a single mother that was a determined head strong woman, who had brought her up to be both assertive and independent. Amber had excelled at university and worked hard at her career. The scientist had changed the face of the pharmaceutical industry forever. She had developed many drugs over her career that had changed the medical landscape - the added bonus for her was that it had made her a very wealthy woman. In her twenties and now in her mid-thirties she had not had the time for a relationship (and wasn’t sure that she had even wanted a conventional one!) She had instead, concentrated on one night stands or short term arrangements, mostly centred around her fetishes and desires to dominate and control. These liaisons primarily involved her restraining and forcing her fetishes onto her partners. She had enjoyed dressing them up, role playing with them and humiliating her charges. Amber was now thirty five years old and was ready to focus on her personal life and personal goals. Amber had a strong relationship with her mother who was also (shall we say kinky) into domination of men. Victoria who herself was a successful woman in her own right, (owning a fetish equipment and clothing business,) had always supported her daughter wherever she could. Now that Amber had effectively retired she now shared her large lavish home with her mother Victoria. Amber had always thought her own sexual orientations had rubbed off onto her from her mother, they must of done. From as long as she could remember her mother had installed into her the importance of dominating men. Six months ago the women were openly discussing their sexual encounters (this was nothing new, Amber and Victoria were more like friends, rather than mother and daughter and neither were shy coming forward!) They had no issue with openly discussing their sexuality, liaisons and fantasies. Both openly liked to dominate, especially men. Whilst Victoria was heavily into the bondage, specialised fetishes and the medial fetish scene, Amber had strong desires towards age play. She also had a fetish for paper handkerchiefs, which was strange as she had discussed this with Victoria and so did her mother. Specifically, Amber wanted to baby a man - she had the aspiration to be a mummy but not in its natural sense, no, she wanted to reduce a man to be her very own plaything. She had an almost fascination in thinking how much fun it would be, to reduce a male to infancy, her mother was also very open to the scenario, even encouraging her daughter (with her own ideas on how to control the captive.) During this conversation Amber beached the subject of the idea to kidnap a male, for both women to keep for their own pleasure. Incredibly Victoria was not shocked in any way and admitted that she had often thought of this herself - and so it was agreed between the mother and daughter that they would work together to plan and kidnap their victim. Chapter 1 Unbeknownst to myself, I had been watched and investigated for months. Amber had initially selected me after trawling through various bars and then had eventually decided to proceed. She had even sent her mother Victoria to interact with me on one occasion, where I had actually bought her a drink. I had chatted with her for half an hour or so (During this time she was busy gathering important information, about my background, home life situation, friends and work contacts etc, to see if I was suitable.) Victoria had even managed to copy my phone contents onto a device for further inspection. Victoria was so excited when she delivered her assessment to Amber. “He’s the one, I’ve checked him out, he has no family, no real friends and a zero contract job. No one will miss him, we’ll contact his landlord to pay off his remaining rent and state he’s going off travelling. We can also send a resignation letter to his employer saying the same thing!” Victoria was also excited as she handed over my phone contents to Amber and advised her daughter how I had paid particular attention, when she had purposely made ‘a big thing’ about searching through her handbag for her own mobile telephone and had laid a wad of crisp white paper handkerchiefs on the table. “He couldn’t resist but help me by passing them back to me once I’d located my phone, I know its silly, but I cant wait until my tissues touch him again! Although this time he’ll never know what hit him!” Amber laughed as she imagined her mother forcing her special paper handkerchiefs onto their selected victim! It was now time to initiate the final part of the trap. Over the next few weeks Amber started to attend the bar where PJ frequented. She didn’t go in all guns blazing, but eventually she had PJ exactly where she wanted. He had often bought her a drink and chatted with her, but now it was time.

I've been posting mostly on Archive of Our Own because I like the formatting better, but I don't get as many responses there, and people here seem to prefer stories being posted directly instead of linked to. So I'm thinking of maybe posting stories here while they're being written, and then putting the finished story on AO3 later. Anyway, this story started out inspired by this short story on WarpMyMind, but it's ended up pretty different from its inspiration. Tanya Carissa and I were best friends, or at least so we told ourselves. Totally just friends, really close friends, and definitely both straight. She was my first kiss. We told ourselves we were practicing for our future boyfriends, but we liked kissing each other so much, we kept doing it. And we liked doing other things together, too. It didn’t occur to us to call it anything more than just friends having fun together. It also didn’t occur to us to consider it cheating, when we kept having fun together while we were dating guys. We went on like that throughout high school and into our twenties. We got a place together - to “save costs”, or so we said - and without really discussing it, my bedroom ended up being just the place I stored my stuff while Carissa and I shared her bed. But after a break up where my ex accused me of preferring Carissa to him and said "why don't you just date your girlfriend?", I began to seriously question my sexuality, and the true nature of my feelings for Carissa. When I finally decided to confess to Carissa and make it official, she was dating some guy named Scott. I didn't even consider that she might be serious about him, I just assumed that she was dating men because she thought she was supposed to, just like me. But when I came out, and asked for us to be exclusive, she told me she loved him. In fact, she'd been thinking about moving in with him. She loved me, too, she said, but she didn't want to disappoint her parents, and besides, she wanted children. Since she loved us both, she'd pick the one who could give her a better life. And so, I might have lost the love of my life, just when I realized that I loved her. But I wasn't going to give up so easily. Back when we were around 9 years old, we'd gone through the woods and found an old cave filled with strange markings. We spent most of our summer vacation exploring those caves. We were going into middle school, and we were worried that the new environment would change our friendship. So the day before school started, we met in those caves, with a knife I'd taken from home, and we pricked our fingers and mingled our blood, making a promise to never stop being best friends. I hoped that bringing Carissa back there would help remind her of how she felt about me. I talked her into going there with me, "one last time". There, I convinced her to have sex with me, “one last time”. When we both came in unison - a rarity for us, usually I took longer - I thought that surely, with this reminder, she’d realize that she couldn’t give me up. But then she got up. “I should get started packing.” She said, avoiding eye contact with me. She felt guilty, I realized, like a punch in the gut. She regretted it. “I’ll stay here a little longer.” I said. “You go on ahead.” When she left, I cried for awhile. And then I looked up, and realized the strange markings were starting to glow. “The promise is fulfilled,” a strange ethereal voice spoke in my head. I should have been afraid, but instead, I felt peace coming over me. “The gift will be given.” Scott Carissa and I were attracted to each other from the moment we met. We had a lot in common, and hit it off right away. A month later she moved into my place. Her friend Tanya helped her move in. Carissa had talked a lot about Tanya, and we'd met a few times. But this time, something was different. Carissa and Tanya had some sort of tension between them, and Tanya looked like she'd been crying. "Carissa, is everything OK between you and Tanya?" I asked her privately as Tanya was bringing in boxes. "Yeah, it's fine." Carissa said. "We had a dispute about some private matters, but it'll be fine. Tanya and I have a strong friendship." "I just feel kind of awkward. She seems like she's been crying." I said. "I know it's none of my business, but…" I stopped as Tanya pushed open the door with her knee. "Hey, Scott, where's your bedroom?" Tanya asked. That night, Carissa and I lay down in the same bed. It wasn't the first time she'd spent the night here, but it was different, knowing that she was here for good. I snuggled into her, my heart swelling in my chest. She fell asleep first, and I just lay there for a long time, enjoying her presence, until finally I fell asleep as well. My sleep was filled with strange dreams. I dreamt of Tanya and Carissa together, Tanya fingering Carissa while I watched, simultaneously jealous and aroused. And then Tanya turned and looked at me. "Shouldn't you have a diaper on?" She said, and I realized that I was peeing my pants. I tried to stop it, but it wouldn't stop. I was woken up by Carissa. "Hey hun, did you wet the bed?" I looked at her puzzled, then I realized that the wetness I'd felt in my dreams was still there. I sat up and pulled the covers off. "Oh, uh. Yeah I guess I did. That's weird. I never do that." "Hopefully it was just a one-off. Otherwise, we might have to get you some protection!" Carissa joked, and I blushed red at the thought, remembering my dream.

I know it's a little early for Halloween, but this story is for the Story contest that @kasarberang is putting on which is supposed to be submitted by the end of September which is kind of close to Halloween. I hope everyone enjoys this story and please leave feedback! Link: Chapter 1: Mary Walker stared at the computer screen watching time slowly tick away. She stared at her reflection seeing her beautiful long locks gone and the reflection that stared back showed what looked like a baby woman's natural hair cut. She couldn't believe James had done such a thing and now her hair matched her adult baby's daughters more then ever. Mary knew after dating James through college and now after being married for a year the tricks would get worse, but she knew she needed to figure out a way to get back at him. It was Halloween night and knew it was night of the big Halloween party Jame's work put on. James worked for a large furniture company that supplied adult baby furniture to the Baby Hotel. He had gotten the job after they graduated from college and after they adopted there beautiful baby girl Amber his work donated a full nursery for them. His job expected a lot from him and he also asked a lot of her when he brought up what she needed to do for Halloween night. He wanted Mary to dress up in the most sluttiest costume she could find so he could show her off to all his colleges. Mary saw the clock reading 3:30 which meant she only had 15 minutes before she would clock out and go pick Amber up from the daycare. She knew she needed to think of something, but her mind stared blank. She knew it had to be something clever and something James wouldn't see coming when her eyes stared at a picture of her adult baby daughter Amber. She stared directly at the photo looking over her daughters baby outfit seeing her wearing a traditional baby onesie stretched over a large adult baby diaper. Then her eyes caught her daughters hair and suddenly thought to herself. "That's it!" Mary chuckled to herself wondering how she was going to pull off such a thing and knew she would need some help. She stared at the clock watching it ever so slowly go by until the time had come and she clocked out and quickly ran out of her office towards her car. She was filled with so much energy and excitement and quickly through the car into gear and rushed towards the daycare. Mary pulled into the daycare parking lot already seeing it completely empty and knew it being Halloween night parents had already picked up their babies. She parked her car and walked quickly into the building and pressed the door bell on the side of the door and waited patiently for her friend Allison to answer. She pulled out her phone from her purse and saw it had already been 15 minutes and only had 2 hours before James would be home and ready to go to the Halloween party. She stared up hearing the sound of doors opening and saw Allison walking towards the front door with her adult baby daughter on her hip. "Hey girl!" Mary smiled and watched her friend open the door and try to hand her daughter to her, but she placed her hands out saying, "Can you put her in the playpen inside for a second? We need to talk!" Allison held the door allowing Mary to walk inside the daycare saying, "Of course! I am guessing this has something to do with James." Mary nodded her head and watched as Allison placed her daughter inside a large playpen and spoke saying, "I think I figured out a way to get him back." Allison chuckled saying, "You two were made for each other you know that?" Mary giggled and nodded saying, "Just listen! I need some help with this prank and I knew you would be the perfect person to ask." Allison smiled asking, "What's the prank? and how can I help?" "I want to trick James into thinking that I am Amber." Allison stared confused asking, "Wait?..What do you mean?" "I want you to make me look like I am Amber's twin. I want you to dress myself and Amber in identical outfits so James can't tell us apart." Allison couldn't help, but laugh and tried to catch her words asking, "Wait? So you want me to dress you up like a little baby so James can't tell you and Amber apart?" Mary rolled her eyes and spoke saying, "Go ahead and laugh, but yes I want to see the look on his face when he takes Amber to his party and not me." Allison facial expression changed and spoke saying, "I think I can make this work, but first I am going to need you to strip." Mary pulled off the dress she was wearing allowing it to fall to her feet as she stood there only wearing her panties, bra, and heels. Allison grabbed Amber from the playpen and started stripping the baby woman of her onesie leaving her only wearing a large comical sized diaper between her legs. She turned around seeing Mary now nude except for her bra, panties and heels and pointed. "those as well". Mary spoke quickly saying, "I am not really a baby though". Allison spoke seriously asking, "do you want to make him believe your Amber or not?" Mary sighed and slipped her feet out of the heels, unbuttoned her bra, and pulled down her panties. Allison motioned for Mary to come to her and patted the ground saying, "come lay down for me beside Amber. Mary laid down right beside her daughter and wondered what her friend was doing and noticed her giggling again. "Whats so funny?" asked, Mary Allison shook her head saying, "I never noticed how similar you both look, you are both the same size." Mary blushed and spoke asking, "Whats next?" Allison stared over Mary's petite body staring at all body hair and spoke saying, "I want to give you both a quick bath and then we will get you both dressed." Mary stared confused asking, "a bath why?" Allison stared down at her friend asking, "We need to make sure James can't tell, so please trust me." Mary sighed and spoke saying, "Fine!, Where is the bathroom?" Allison pulled the tape tabs off Amber's diaper and pulled the soaked garment to the side saying, "Follow me". Mary followed behind her friend staring at her nude adult baby girl and cooed at her. She couldn't believe she was about do this, but she knew that she was going to enjoy seeing James defeated when he gets laughed at for bring a baby to his works Halloween party. Allison placed a plug into the bottom of the tub and turned on the water. She placed her charge into the water and turned around to Mary saying, "Jump in." Mary stepped into the large tub and sat down beside her daughter watching as the tub started to feel. She couldn't believe she was actually sitting her nude with her daughter in front of her friend. Allison noticed Mary blushing and spoke saying, "Don't be so modest I have taken care of a lot of baby men and women." Mary spoke saying, "I am not a baby Allison." Allison giggled saying, "Will see if we can't change that!" Mary continued to blush watching as the water filled the tub wanting this to be over with already. Allison turned the water off and picked up a large cup saying, "The first thing we need to do is get all of that big girl make up off of you." Mary stared watching her friend scoop a big thing of water into the cup and closed her eyes knowing what was coming next. The hot water flowed down her face as her ears heard the cup refilling and another cup full was dumped over her. Allison couldn't help but giggle seeing how different her friend looked without make up. It was like Mary was becoming her daughters twin faster and faster. She reached for the tubs drain and pulled the plug and noticed Mary staring confused at her. "Were done already?" Allison nodded saying, "that was all I need to do for this part." "What about Amber?" Allison shook her head saying, "I think she will be just fine, we just need to get you looking like her." Mary stared confused and watched as her friend pulled two large white towels out from under the sink and used the first one to pull Amber out of the tub. She watched as her daughter allowed her friend to get quickly clean and placed her on the ground. "Your turn." Mary reached for the towel, but before she knew it she was quickly picked up out of the tub and was being dried off by her friend. "Hey!" Allison placed Mary on the ground right beside her daughter and spoke saying, "lay right there for me while I get something." Mary didn't have to wait very long and saw the bathroom door opening and saw an electric razor in her hand and asked, "What's that for?" Allison walked over and got down in between Mary's leg saying, "this is to get our new little baby nice and smooth." Mary shook her head saying, "No way! This is going a little ove...Mpfh!" "That's enough little one! all you have done is complain! I am trying to help you, but you won't let me help! Can you be a good girl and cooperate?" Mary laid her head back and couldn't believe her friend just stuck a large pacifier between her lips. She crossed her arms and tried to move her tongue, but the large bulb wouldn't allow her any movement." "Buzz!" Allison quickly shaved the hair from her friends crotch making sure to get it baby smooth just like her daughters. She looked over both of them wondering what she needed to do next and then stared at both of there hair. She knew Mary wouldn't go along with that and would have to figure something else out and knew the next thing to do was get them both dressed. Mary felt the bulb of the pacifier leave her lips and stared up seeing Allison and spoke saying, "I am sorry." Allison smiled saying, "It's alright! I need to go get your outfits! Can you carry Amber out into the front room and I will meet you both in there?" Mary nodded and scooped her daughter onto her hip and followed right behind Allison. She walked towards the front room watching as Allison walked into another room and thought to herself that must be the nursery. She placed her daughter onto the ground and got down with her when she suddenly wondered what the time was. She stared around the room and noticed a nursery style clock reading 4:55 and knew they only had an hour before James would be home. She was about to hop up to find Allison when she noticed her walking into the front room with a large tote and sat back down. Allison smiled down at them both saying, "lets get my soon to be twin baby girls dressed shall we." Mary giggled and watched as her friend pulled out a large changing pad from the tote and placed it beside her. She sat there nervously as her tall friend gave the pad a pat with her hand motioning for her to get on top. She slowly moved on to the pad knowing what was coming next when she saw her friend grabbing one of the large comical sized baby diapers from out of the bag. Allison giggled saying, "It's diaper time!" Mary laid her head back and knew if she was really going to go through with this she would need to wear a diaper. She shifted her bottom up allowing her friend to place the diaper under the bottom and instantly felt the thickness from the diaper lifting herself up off the ground. Allison grabbed a bottle of powder and sprayed it into her friends crotch and bottom and started to rub it in seeing her friends facial expression changing quickly. She grabbed the front of the diaper and pulled it up and between her friends legs watching as the diaper bowed her legs just like any other babies. Mary tried to close her legs, but the thickness from the diaper wasn't allowing her to do anything almost like it had left her feeling somewhat helpless. She felt the diaper getting tighter as each tape was placed. "All done!" Mary felt hands coming underneath her arms as she was placed back on the ground. She turned seeing Allison place the pad underneath her daughter about to repeat the same process. She stared down at the thick diaper giving it a good rub and inspecting the large garment that she has been placing her daughter in for the last year in a half. She gave the diaper a good one over and before she could make another move she heard soft crinkling turned seeing Allison placing her diapered daughter right beside her. "Ok babies, lets get you dressed!" Mary watched as her friend reached into the tote bag pulling out large stacks of clothing. She tried to go over towards her to help, but the thickness of the diaper wasn't allowing her to do very much. Allison giggled and stared at her diapered friend asking, "Having a hard time in that diaper?" Mary nodded and chuckled saying, "I have a whole new respect on why my daughter has a hard time moving now." Allison sorted through the clothing thinking to herself none of these seem like they would work and suddenly remembered about something she had missed in the other room and knew it would be perfect. "I'll be right back!" Mary watched her friend throw all of the clothing back in the bag and looked towards the clock seeing they only had 35 minutes to get home. She started to think this was beginning to be a bad idea and there wasn't going to be any way for them to pull this off. "found it!" Mary turned her head seeing Allison walking towards and stared at the identical matching outfits that she was walking with and started to shake her head saying, "No! I am not wearing that! You don't have anything el...Mpfh!?" "That's going to stay in until I'm finished little one! I am done listening to you try to argue with me, but you asked for my help to turn you into Amber's twin and this will work perfectly. We only have a little time so can you be a good little baby for auntie Allison and help me get you and your sister dressed?" Mary suckled on the pacifier and nodded her head not wanting to wear what was about to come next. Allison dressed them both quickly in the matching outfits and stared in complete awe and if she didn't know any better would really believe the two adult baby women she was staring at were twin baby sisters. She walked over to the corner of the day care and brought over a mirror and placed it in front of both babies. "Want to see what you look like?" Mary eyes lit up when she saw the reflection that was staring back at her. She stared behind at her daughter Amber and couldn't believe how similar Allison had really made her look. She stared at the outfit already not believing she was sitting here wearing a frilly pink baby dress, a pair of frilly tights that had ruffles across her bottom, a bonnet, and a pair of black mary jane shoes. Allison saw the shock running across Mary's face and looked up towards the clock seeing they only had 20 minutes before James would be getting home. She quickly scooped Amber up first and spoke saying, "lets get you babies home!" Mary reached her hands out and allowed Allison to help pull her up off the ground. She had to take a second, but held onto her friend's hand and waddled towards the front door. Allison opened her company car and placed Amber into the first car seat in the back and quickly buckled her up and turned watching Mary trying to open up the front seat. "Babies ride in car seats!" Mary tried to argue but the babbler between her lips sent the words into nothing but baby battle. "I know baby, but if we get pulled over I can get in trouble for not having you in a car seat." Mary felt herself being buckled in and then watched as the door closed and Allison walking back into the daycare. She looked around seeing she didn't have her purse or phone and turned her head trying to get her friends attention, but then realized she walked back in the daycare to grab a large diaper bag. Allison saw a look across her friends face and reached into the diaper bag pulling out her friends purse and watched as the worry look turned into a relief. Mary sat back in the soft car seat and trying to relax wondering how this whole trick of getting back at James was getting away from her. She felt the car starting up and watched as they headed away from the daycare and towards her home. Allison pulled into her friends neighborhood and stared seeing James car was not in the driveway yet and smiled knowing they had made it. She placed her car in park and reached into the diaper bag and pulled out a set of keys. "Which one is for the house?" Mary pointed towards a gold key and watched as her friend left the car and quickly ran and opened the front door. Allison ran back to the car and opened the back seat and quickly unbuckled Amber and placed the baby on her hip saying, "I'll be right back for you!" Mary stared at the cars clock seeing it already 4 minutes until James would be pulling in and hoped to god this wasn't about to turn sour on her. Allison placed Amber down into the playpen and noticed the clock behind the couch seeing she only had three minutes. She quickly ran back outside the front door and saw the passenger door opened and Mary trying her best to help. Mary saw her friend walking over towards her and scooped her out of the seat and placed on her hip. "I told you I would be right back you little stinker!" Mary blushed and placed her head into her friends shoulder not wanting any of her neighbors to see her dressed this way and also wondered if they would even recognize her. Allison closed the front door and walked over to the large playpen and placed Mary down inside and stared shaking her head wondering how they really pulled this off. She reached into the diaper bag and pulled out a large baby bottle saying, "If you get thirsty drink this". Mary pointed towards her pacifier and Allison quickly removed it saying, "I will see you later tonight if everything works." Mary didn't even get a word out watching her friend run out the front door closing it behind her.

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He wasn’t accustomed to taking the bus to this area and a rather long distance from home too. Unfortunately for him there was no direct service that would take him from home to the campus which meant switching routes halfway through the trip. This stop was that middle exchange the point he was supposed to switch to the next bus; the sign didn’t have anything to say if he made it to the right spot. The only indication that told him it was right was the number 23 plastered over a ratty sign which hung over a pole above his head. It did match the number against the time sheet his mother had written down for him, graciously she had sent it over an email because she had no doubt he would misplace the physical one. He tapped his foot rhythmically against the pavement and checked his phone again. The bus was due to arrive ten minutes ago; he had never had one run this late before. Maybe public buses were always this late; he had only ever taken the school bus to high school before. The area was unfamiliar to him so he couldn’t really walk around and ask someone for directions. Not to mention the nagging fear in the back of his mind that kept telling him if he left this spot he would surely miss the bus. His mother made certain to remind him on multiple occasions that if he was to miss this connecting bus then the second wouldn’t be for another hour. She recommended he take the earlier one, but his late night sessions playing video games with friends prevented him getting enough sleep to wake up earlier enough for that idea. That morning his mother had come into his room uninvited, whipped open his drapes and ripped his quilt off of him. He was still half asleep and was barely consciously paying attention to her comments that he was going to be late for his first day. She then briskly left the house and drove off for work before Cody even had a chance to fully wake up and respond. It took some effort to stop himself from falling right back asleep digging deep he barely managed to find enough motivation to get out of bed and dressed. The first bus trip was uneventful; the stop was practically right outside his front door. But at least it was running on time leaving him with a ten minute leeway between changeovers. Or so he thought, now his phone was saying it was quarter past, surely no buses ran fifteen minutes late. Finally, as he peered down the road once more a bus came into his view, turning down his street and rolling down the road to his stop. He stood up, arching to get a better look for any indication it was his bus. This one didn’t look as well-worn as the other had been, it looked rather in keeping with the buses he used to take to school. He couldn’t make out the number but he did see Clearview Valley runing along the digital screen on the front. The bus looked like it was intending to pass him so Cody quickly and eagerly stuck out his hand. Thankfully it indicator blinked as it pulled up alongside him, he didn’t have time to read the full message that was on the screen. He veered his gaze away from it after reading Clearview Valley C-----; obviously it was about to read college, but he was more focused on grabbing his bag from the bench before he accidentally left it behind. The bus came to a stop and the door swung open automatically, Cody took one step inside before being greeted by the driver. She was a friendly looking woman, middle aged with a big smile plastered across her face. “You’re looking a bit loss sweetie, are you with the school?” She asked with a hint of mild confusion. “Yes, Clearview right?” He asked. “Yep… This is the one, step on up darling.” She replied, offering him a warm smile. Cody pulled out his bus pass and looked around briskly for the meter to scan it. Seeing his confusion the driver spoke up. “No charge for this one hun.” Cody smiled, things were finally starting to turn in his favour, and a free trip was a huge score. Maybe this bus was always free of charge; any extra money for a student with no work still living off an allowance from his mother was a big win in his mind. He curiously scanned the rows for a place to seat noticing an unusually high number of children and parents then what he expected for a public bus. A woman sitting at the front closest to the driver grabbed his attention and beckoned for him to take the seat next to her. The bus had already started lurching forward and rather than suffer the embarrassment of falling flat on his face in front of everyone he graciously accepted her offer and took the seat beside her. “Thought you might like to sit up here, it can get a bit noisy back there with all the kids.” The woman continued extending her hand. “I’m Nancy.” Cody wondered if all people who took public transport were as friendly and inviting as this woman was. “Cody, nice to meet you. Thanks for the seat.” He said returning the handshake, taking a moment to study her facial features. She was definitely younger than the bus driver, but still middle aged. Maybe her late thirties he wasn’t exactly sure. She had long brown hair tied up behind her head in a neat pony tail. She wore only a small amount of makeup around her eyes and you could only make out the faintest of wrinkles on her face. Another thing he noticed was the bright green polo she wore, he tried to make out the font under the smiling sun motif on her front pocket when he realised he was practically staring at this strangers breast. He abruptly turned his head away, staring forward hoping she hadn’t noticed and didn’t think he was some kind of pervert. If she had noticed she didn’t give any indication and continued with the conversation as normal. “So you’re with Clearview..” Nancy said, taking a moment to pause as she looked for the right words to say. “Yeah, it’s my first day here.” Cody said with a small smile, pondering in his mind how proud he was that he could finally consider himself an adult, one who was studying at college no less. “Oh how wonderful, we’ll we will be glad to have you join us that’s for sure.” Nancy replied, giving his thigh a gentle squeeze. “Oh you’re a teacher?” Cody said, with no subtlety to the surprise in his voice. Nancy laughed, “Something like that, I do have my teaching degree but I feel like I spend most of my time running after the kids making sure they don’t get into any mischief then actually managing to teach them anything.” College was starting to sound less stressful already, if all the teachers were like Nancy he should have no problem settling in to any of his classes. What had she meant by stopping them from misbehaving though? Perhaps even at their age students still misbehaved in their classes like high school. Thankfully Cody wasn’t a big party animal, he wasn’t the best student though either. Forgoing most of his study time or homework in exchange for movie sessions or playing the latest video games. It meant that most of his assignments ended up being handed back with a C or at best a B-. As far as he was concerned these were passing grades and he opted not to change any of his study habits or lack thereof. It also hadn’t gone unnoticed to him her usage of the word ‘kids.’ His mother still referred to him as her little treasure, this woman probably had children of her own and it was just a force of habit. It did little to deter the feeling he had of his profound level of maturity. Even with the age gap between them it now felt like he was talking to this woman as an equal. His mother never really encouraged or acknowledged his adulthood. She would always seemingly talk down on him like he was still a child, even going as far as to wipe his mouth with a napkin if she took notice of a stray piece of food smeared across the corner of his mouth. He had recently started to put his foot down with her and establish more boundaries; she didn’t like that of course. She often grew upset whenever he mentioned he was now an adult and he needed his space. He understood that it was hard for her being a single mother and him an only child. So recently he started letting her get away with more stuff like kisses on the cheek or a quick cuddle when she felt the need for one. He often woke up to tucked in sheets and realised she must be doing it after he fell asleep, he decided not to say anything about it though, he would let her have that one. At least her mood had been changing about him going to college since he started letting her do little things for him around the house. It didn’t make him feel younger though, at first it did but he drew reasoning in his mind that he had shown a higher level of maturity for rationalising her position and giving her some of the comforts she seemingly yearned for. Nancy continued the small talk with Cody for some time, it was nice having a grown up conversation with someone. Occasionally she would lean over and tell the children to quieten down; it seemed like her teacher instincts never left her even when she wasn’t at the college. Cody wasn’t sure how long they had been travelling for; the campus couldn’t be too much farther off. Finally a loud yawn escaped him causing a giggle from Nancy. “Sounds like someone didn’t get a full night’s sleep! You must have been excited for your first day.” Cody cleared his throat trying to brush off the yawn. “Haha, yeah something like that…” He said, avoiding mentioning his late night gaming sessions. “Why don’t you just lie back and catch some shut eye.” Nancy asked. The way she told him and her gentle caress on his thigh made it almost feel like she was telling him what to do rather than suggesting it. Cody blushed, he was a heavy sleeper there was no way he would wake up on his own, it’s why his mother would always enter his room so abruptly throwing off all the sheets in order to make sure he got the message to wake up. Seemingly reading his mind Nancy continued. “It’s alright sweetie, we have the same destination I promise I’ll wake you when we get there. Trust me, you will feel much better after a quick sleep; you have a long day ahead of you.” It honestly didn’t at all sound like a terrible idea and Cody’s eyes were starting to feel rather heavy. It would probably be just a quick five or ten minute power nap they shouldn’t be that far off. “Alright, I probably could use the sleep.” He said before laying his head back against his seat. The chairs did feel rather comfy, this was what he would expect from a coach, it was odd having headrests and comfy seating on a public bus he thought. “Now before you nod off are you wearing any protection, we wouldn’t want you having an accident and being caught without having your diaper on?” Cody smirked at her playful tone; clearly she was just having a jab at him because he was here on the bus having a nap next to a teacher. He decided to play along with her. “I don’t need diapers; I’m a big boy now.” Was the last thing he sheepishly said before drifting off to sleep. Chapter 2 ‘Cody…..Cody….It’s time to get up’. The gentle voice spoke that was rocking him awake. “Wha…mom please just a bit longer.” Cody mumbled. The voice laughed, “Come on now everyone’s waiting on you we’re here.” Finally the sleepy young man opened his eyes to be met with the blaring sun beaming down through the bus window. He first noticed Nancy sitting next to him and remembered he was on the bus. Instantly he felt awkward and blushed, shifting uncomfortably as he realised he had called her his mom. But as he looked around he quickly realised he had a more pressing concern. “Wait where are we?” He said out loud with audible concern in his voice. Instead of looking out to the main street of his college campus every window showed a much more scenic landscape. Rolling pastures and trees surrounded them, the bus was parked atop a gravel road and it looked like they were at some kind of farm or campsite he wasn’t sure. “Sweetie, we’re here what do you mean where are we this is where you’re supposed to be.” Nancy said trying to calm Cody from having a panic attack. “No we’re not, I’m supposed to be at the college you said we were going to Clearview?” Cody said still struggling to fully grasp the situation. “We’re a far stretch from the College Cody; we’ve been on the bus for almost two hours now.” “But, you said you were a teacher at Clearview, I’m so confused.” Cody replied trying to remain calm. Nancy smiled. “Sweetie, I’m from Clearview Childcare and Early development, the day-care. Didn’t you read the bus sign?” “I….Didn’t see the full message.” Cody stammered, everything now clicking into place. The matching Polo that all the adults seemed to be wearing and it explained why the bus was full of kids. “Can you please take me back, I’m already so late.” Nancy shook her head. “I’m sorry for all the confusion Cody, but we can’t just take you back it’s a two hour drive by bus and you won’t get any taxi out here, I’m afraid you will just need to spend the day with us.” Cody was gobsmacked; this was all too much for him. He was supposed to be in college not part of some glorified day care excursion. Nancy saw the tension and did her best to calm him. “It’s alright we’re more than happy to have you with us for the day, you will have a blast I promise.” As she said this Nancy put her hand on Cody’s thigh once again giving it a squeeze. Cody’s eyes grew wide as he felt her warm hand make direct contact with his skin. Looking down he realised he was no longer wearing any trousers, his shoes were still on but in place of his underwear Buzz Light year stared proudly back at him. Cody quickly drew his hands to his foreign underpants immediately getting a crinkle in response. “It’s alright, I check you already and no accident’s so well done!” Nancy said noticing his reaction. “WHERE ARE MY PANTS?” Cody shouted. Nancy’s tone changed completely hearing the boy shout. “You said you didn’t need diapers you were a big boy, so I assumed you meant pull ups but I checked your bag there weren’t any. We had to pull over so I could check the cargo for some your size, luckily we had a packet that was large enough.” “But that was a joke, I’m an adult going to college of course I don’t wear these.” Cody explained, now desperately trying to cover the colourful blue padding with his hands. “Age is just a number sweetie; anyone can still have trouble with the potty.” Nancy replied. “Can I have my pants back please, this was just a mistake I don’t need these. How did you manage this anyway?” “While you were sleeping, I was worried you might pee all over the seat. There’s no worse feeling then waking up wet without your padding, I was so careful getting you changed thankfully you’re a heavy sleeper. I didn’t want to put your pants back on in case I disturbed you too much and it would let me check you easier in case you looked like you might leak. I was honestly surprised you didn’t, I had you pegged as the heavy wetter type, I almost went ahead and put you in a diaper right away but I thought I would give you the benefit of the doubt.” The whole time Nancy spoke Cody listened on in disbelief. Surely this wasn’t happening it all felt like some kind of nightmare. It didn’t get any better as Nancy continued. “Unfortunately your pants and underwear both managed to get packed away they would be in one of the teacher’s luggage bags at the bottom of the coach now.” “We’ll we will just have to go get them, I can wait here.” Cody said, doing his best to sound confident and in charge. “Look, the kids are excited to get the day started I can’t exactly leave you here by yourself so you can just come along with me. I promise no one will make fun of you, as soon as first break starts I will sort out your pants situation.” Nancy explained, her patience quickly wearing thin. Cody’s lips began to tremble, how could this have happened? He was supposed to be a college student, he felt like he was going to start crying at any moment. Thankfully Nancy realised and was quick to put her arm around his shoulder and relax him. “Hey there, it’s alright Cody I promise. You will have a good time, a mature boy would accept his situation and make the best of it wouldn’t he?” Nancy said cooing. Cody replied with the smallest nod of agreement he could manage. “There, that’s what I thought, now come take my hand and we can get the day started.” Cody reluctantly placed his hand in Nancy’s as he was led off the bus. In a feeble attempt he tried to pull the bottom of his shirt down over his pull up with his free hand. Nancy noticed and gently swatted it away. “Don’t do that you will ruin your shirt, also it will only bring more attention to it. I can assure you, that you might be the oldest still in padding but you certainly aren’t the only one.” That comment didn’t do anything to make Cody feel any better, but he listened and left his left hand limp to his side, and he fought the compulsion to cover himself. Stepping off the bus Cody saw a bunch of faces turn towards them, he was sure they were all laughing at him so he did his best to avoid any eye contact and instead opted to stare down at his feet. Unfortunately his pull up was clearly in view to everyone and he was no longer allowed to cover it. He could here hushed whispering and giggling all around as he was led by hand straight to the front of the group. “Alright that’s all of us.” Nancy said to the woman dressed like a farmer who was waiting patiently for everyone to gather. Cody made eye contact with her for a moment but quickly looked back down at his feet quickly after seeing her smile knowingly at him. “Ok everyone, now that you’re all here.” The Farmer lady said speaking up. “My name is Jen and I will be your class chaperone today. We have a lot to see and do, you’re teachers have informed me that you all have a buddy so make sure you stick with each other throughout the day.” “Don’t worry, I’ll be your buddy for today little guy.” Nancy said, whispering in Cody’s ear. “Bathrooms are located throughout the park, we’ll start off with the petting zoo first then after taking a break for lunch we will go down to the water slides down back.” Jen said, her speech was so well presented and rehearsed you could tell she had done it many times before. Finally after she was finished they all broke off into smaller groups following alongside a teacher. Thankfully Cody remained alone with Nancy as they wandered over to the petting zoo. “Normally we would stay with one of the groups, but I think you can use some alone time with me until you adjust. The first day is always the hardest; everyone misses their mommy’s or daddy’s.” Why was Nancy speaking to him like this, did Cody have to remind her again that this was a mistake and after today he wouldn’t be back again. Surely she realised that, but why was she acting like he was going to be a permanent part of their troupe. “I…I’m not staying; only for today I’m supposed to be in college now.” Nancy stopped to look down at Cody and smiled, she wasn’t much taller than him hardly even a full head. She gave his cheek a pinch before kneeling down in front of him. She half crouched so her knees avoided touching the pavement and didn’t hesitate to stick two of her fingers inside Cody’s pull up. Immediately he started blushing and tensed up, before he had the chance to protest Nancy had already taken them out and was standing back up. “You’re still dry excellent job Cody!” Nancy announced, loud enough so that anyone around them would have heard. Cody wasn’t stupid; he knew why Nancy decided that exact moment to check him right after mentioning he was supposed to be in college. He had definitely been put back in his place, after all what kind of college student would be walking around on a field trip holding his teachers hand while still in pull ups? No grown up he knew, it was the situation only a toddler would find themselves in. Even they would get to at least wear pants; he was trotting around with his pull ups proudly on display for the whole world to see. He couldn’t imagine the humiliation he would suffer if anyone found out about today. Thankfully he didn’t recognise any faces and he was sure that the school had little to do with the college, so after today all of this would hopefully be put behind him. The gravel pavement veered to the side, opening up into a wider area lined with pens encircled with strong wooden fencing. All manner of cute animals were inside, ducks, chickens, goats, sheep, miniature ponies anything anyone would expect to find in a petting zoo. Nancy led him over with another group into a pen with some lamb’s, chickens and a grumpy looking ram. “Don’t worry about the ram, he just likes to look after the little ones, he won’t pay you any mind, just make sure to behave yourselves and do what your teacher tells you.” Jen told the group before heading off to check in on the others. They were all let inside the pen, finally Nancy let go of Cody’s hand and as he turned around he realised that the teachers were staying on the other side to watch over them instead of joining them. “Go on Cody, grab some seed and go play with the cute lambies.” She told him. Cody looked to see if the other teacher with them had heard the comment, she cupped her hand over her mouth and whispered to Nancy. Both of them kept eye contact on Cody and chuckled, the woman looked to be a bit younger then Nancy but still definitely older then Cody was. He sighed and went over to grab some feed. Filling up a small paper bag he walked over to the lambs and a couple came over and greedily ate everything out of his hand. He didn’t entirely hate his time here, the lambs were awfully cute. The moment was short lived when he heard Nancy say “Smile Cody.” He turned just as she held up her phone to take some photos. Great now there were permanent memories of his time here, even squatting down he was sure there was no mistaking his padded state. There was no way she would show anyone; surely they were just for her own keepsake. He made a mental note to say something to her later about it. The women turned their attention toward the others leaving Cody with a moment of solidarity. Suddenly he felt a thump and gasped as he fell backwards into a muddy puddle. Chapter 3 Cody sat up with his arms and legs bowed out, eyes wide open and an expression mixed with shock and disbelief. He looked down at his muddy and wet legs; his bottom had become saturated as the dirty puddle quickly soaked into the pull up. The water was cold and didn’t feel pleasant at all, as it spread all over the soiled garment. Cody wasn’t sure how to feel, humiliated, depressed, weak maybe a mix of the three. He sat there for a moment unsure and began to sniffle before breaking out into a full sob. Nancy missed the incident, but turned to see Cody sitting in a wet puddle bawling his eyes out. Instantly her care giver instincts kicked in and she rushed over to him putting her arm around the sobbing boy and pulling him to his feet. “Sweetie what happened?” She said, holding the filthy boy out at arm’s length. “The ram….he…he…pushed me.” Cody whined. At this point Jen had come over to see what all the commotion was about; she quickly caught wind of what had happened. “Yeah that animal is a real grump; he gets real protective of the kids. Normally we only let the young ones in here, sometimes he buts the adults I should have spoken up before.” “It’s alright no damage done we’ll go get you cleaned up.” Nancy said as she led Cody through the gate. She spoke quickly to the other woman, who smiled knowingly before handing over her backpack. Cody followed next to Nancy as they quickly found their way to the closest bathroom. Cody wasn’t sure what to expect but he submissively let Nancy take charge and she brought him along inside the women’s bathroom. “I can’t be in here.” Cody complained. “Nonsense, plenty of women bring their children and babies in here all the time with them. I can’t exactly go in the men’s room now can I and you are practically no different than a child. Especially waddling around in that filthy pull up, now stop misbehaving or I won’t hesitate to put you over my lap.” Cody winced at Nancy’s sudden change in demeanour and the threat of a potential spanking. He didn’t resist when she undressed him even letting her slide his dirty pull up to the floor so he now stood before this woman who was practically a stranger in the nude. His eyes were puffy from crying and he stood their trying to recall if he had ever felt this miserable before in his entire life. Nancy stood for what felt like a life time with her hands rested on her hips as she studied Cody. It felt like she was analysing him, like he was an exhibit or one of the animals in its pen. Finally Nancy spoke up. “It seems like a waste since we will be going swimming later but we have to get you cleaned up. We can’t have you running around muddy all day now can we.” It was more a statement then a direct question but Cody still found himself nodding in agreement. Nancy discarded the dirty pull up in the bin before wrapping his dirty shirt and shoes up in a plastic bag and stuffing it inside the one the woman had given her. She grabbed Cody and left the bathroom with him. “WAIT, what are you doing… STOP.” Cody screeched as he tried to pull back against Nancy. “Relax, there’s no one around, besides you haven’t got anything anyone hasn’t seen before.” Cody could hardly believe what was happening as he was led stark naked across the gravel pavement. He winced and let out a little squeal when his foot connected with a sharp stone. Nancy noticed and lifted him off his feet and carried him so that he was forced to wrap his arms around her neck and his legs around her waist as she held one hand under his bottom for support. Nancy wasn’t that much taller than he was so he couldn’t believe she was strong enough to carry his weight. He noticed her muscles tensing, her biceps showed, she regularly must have spent time at the gym even at her age she looked so fit. Cody was also a lanky boy so it wasn’t too hard a feat for Nancy to manage. Finally there was some luck going Cody’s way, their destination was only a short walk and they had managed to get their unseen as far as he could tell. He was let down in a similar women’s rest room, except this one doubled up as a large change room with its own showers. She gave Cody a sharp slap on his bottom and herded him inside one of the shower cubicles. “I trust you can manage yourself or do you need some help.” Nancy asked. Cody blushed; surely if she was to help wash him in the shower it would mean she would have to get undressed too. He couldn’t believe how tempted he was to say yes, if he got to see her naked then the tables would have turned in his favour slightly. But he couldn’t bare the embarrassment if someone were to walk in and see a grown man getting bathed by another woman like a child. “I would be wearing my swimsuit Cody, you can relax.” Nancy said interrupting his thoughts. Cody realised he had been ogling over Nancy and she had obviously realised what he had been thinking. “I can manage.” He said quietly before drawing the shower curtain. As quickly as he had pulled it shut it the curtain was opened just as swiftly. “I’ll be leaving this open so I can keep an eye on you and make sure you’re doing it properly. Clearly you’re in need of supervision in pretty much every aspect of your life.” Nancy remarked.\ Cody sighed; leaving the curtain open he turned on the tap and revelled in the feeling of warm water cascading over his naked body. He couldn’t completely relax, knowing the curtain was open and Nancy was watching him intently and at any moment someone could walk in and see did little to settle his nerves. But at least he would finally feel clean he reasoned as he washed away the mud that clung to his body. Even if Nancy was being overbearing and unnecessarily treating him like a helpless toddler he was missing how nice she had been to him earlier. As he looked towards her meeting here gaze and seeing her stern facial expressions it was a stark comparison and he felt like she was being unfairly cold to him now. This whole day had been one humiliating ordeal for him but he suddenly longed for the much kinder woman to show her warm side again. Maybe if he behaved himself and didn’t hesitate to do what she asked she would go back to treating him with kindness again. Cody shuddered when it dawned on him that he wanted that treatment, he wasn’t a baby he was supposed to be in college. That sentence had run through his head countless times already since he arrived. But it was true, he was a grown up now, not legally old enough to drink but still he considered himself to be a man. Wanting Nancy to be nicer to him wasn’t unreasonable, it was just much better than the alternative of being scolded by an angry and frustrated woman. There was nothing strange with that, it was completely reasonable. He felt himself smiling inwardly as he finally managed to jump the mental hurdle and rationalise the feelings he was having. “I’m sorry.” Cody managed to say as he tried to make eye contact again. Nancy’s expression didn’t change so he continued. “I’m sorry for yelling, thank you for helping me.” He said trying again. Cody managed to catch the small smile grow across Nancy’s face before she spoke up. “That’s alright Cody; just make sure to do what I say from now on ok? I don’t want any complaints from you; I’ve been giving you my full attention since we got here. I know this is hard for you being your first day and away from your mommy, I’m just trying to help you fit in.” Nancy reached over into the shower and turned the water off. Cody didn’t bother saying anything in response, he knew he wasn’t supposed to be here and it was a mistake that was enough for him. If Nancy refused to acknowledge that then it didn’t matter, after today he would be back at college and he made a mental note to check the bus schedule again to make sure he got the right one this time. Cody stepped out into the shower and into the white fluffy towel that Nancy held out for him. He let his mind drift back as he tried to ignore the fact that Nancy was drying him. Tomorrow he would be back at college, making friends and meeting up with his mates from high school. He bet they were worried he wasn’t there today, he knew one of them had a car maybe he could score a lift with them after explaining he couldn’t find the right bus. It would be embarrassing to admit giving up and going home because he was going to be too late already, but it was definitely a better solution to the truth. He would never admit that the real reason he didn’t go was because he ended up on a fieldtrip with the day care and spent the morning in pull ups because the caretaker thought he would wet himself. Cody shuddered but dared not move, as his train of thought was interrupted by the towel being brought gently between his legs to clean his bottom and over his genitals. Eventually Nancy stood back satisfied and replaced the towel back in the bag before pulling out another clean pull up. Cody was happy to have anything covering his naked body at this point and eagerly stepped into his crinkly underwear as they were held out for him. She pulled them swiftly up his legs and slid them into place. She stepped around Cody to check behind and gave him an encouraging pat across his crinkly bottom. “There we are, finally we have a clean boy again.” “Thank you Nancy.” Cody replied in the nicest tone he could manage. “Not a problem sweetie.” Nancy said as she set about putting Cody’s shoes and socks back on his feet. Thankfully they weren’t too muddy and his socks were dry at least. “Now come along we’ll go back and join the others it’s almost lunch time.” Cody accepted Nancy’s offered hand and followed her out of the bathroom. Dressed in only a pull up and his shoes he felt much more naked without a top on. But what did it matter, everyone had already seen it earlier. The day would be over eventually and he could put it all behind up. It was his first major bump in the road as an adult, it might have come earlier than expected but he wouldn’t let it dampen the fact that he was an adult now, nothing could change that. Chapter 4 Together they made their way to the main group just as they were all getting seated down at the tables for lunch. Cody could see multiple stares and young gazes pointed towards him, all sniggering and whispering amongst themselves. A few of the teachers shushed them and told them all to stop teasing, but that did nothing to stop the piercing gazes staring daggers through him. Cody shuddered and found himself pulling in closer to Nancy, tucking right in behind her to avoid being seen. Nancy looked down smiling; she pulled the near naked boy right up close to her side and wrapped her arm around his shoulder. “I know it can be a bit daunting being the new kid but I promise you that once you’ve settled in they will treat you like the rest of the gang.” Cody again avoided mentioning that there wouldn’t be any ‘settling in’ he figured that it would be a moot point by now. Lunch time meant it was by now midday meaning he was half way through the most humiliating day of his life. Just a few more hours to go and he would be home sitting at his computer forgetting about the day’s events and looking for a more reliable bus time table. Nancy sat Cody down at a table across from two older women, thankfully not one with any of the other students that would mock him. He did his best to lockout their stares and instead focused on looking straight down at the wooden bench he was seated on. “How are you enjoying your first day at Clearview Cody? A field trip on your very first day with us, that has got to be pretty exciting huh?” Cody looked up and saw the two women smiling across from him; they both looked older than Nancy probably in their late fifties. The woman seated directly In front of him was the one who had spoken. She had a grey bushy perm, wide brimmed glasses that masked her crow’s feet and sat elegantly atop the nook of her slightly crooked nose. She studied Cody, looking him over she smiled gently to him. Cody saw her momentarily glance downward toward his pull up causing him to shift awkwardly in his seat as he moved his hands over to cover himself. “Cody that’s Mary and her sister next to her is Beth, they’ve been with Clearview since the beginning. Now it’s rude to not say anything when someone asks you a question isn’t it? You better be on your best behaviour with them or they might just demote you to the infants crèche.” Nancy threatened, doing her best to mask her amusement with a level of sincerity. “That would mean no more big boy pull ups for you young man it would be straight back to diapers and spending the better part of your days lying in a crib and drinking out of a babies bottle.” Beth said, waving her finger at Cody. All three women chuckled, Cody remained silent but couldn’t help picture the scene playing out in his head. He gulped, thankfully he wouldn’t have to test if there was any merit to their threats, not knowing what to believe anymore when it came to this school and these women. Especially looking down at the way he was dressed, well the lack of clothing would hardly even consider classifying him as being dressed. “it’s ummm, nice. Nancy has been very kind to me, thank you for letting me join.” Cody managed to reply pretty autonomously. “He just needs a bit more time to settle in, then you will feel right at home, isn’t that right Cody?” Nancy said giving him a reaffirming hug. Cody chose to remain silent, offering instead the smallest nod he could muster in reply. “Has he been checked Nancy? The potty’s over there if he needs it.” Mary explained gesturing toward the closet block of buildings to them. “He’s actually not been too bad, just the one accident today so far.” Nancy said speaking up rather proudly for Cody. “It wasn’t an accident I just fell into a puddle.” Cody tried to explain. Mary looked to Beth and they both laughed. “If I had a dollar for every time I heard an excuse for why a young little miss or mr was standing before me in a sagging pull up, well I would probably be a very rich woman.” Beth quickly nodded in agreement. Cody considered pushing the fact that it wasn’t an accident, but his train of thought was interrupted when he once again felt Nancy’s invasive fingers pushing into an opening in the leg of his pull up, prodding its way around his groin. “You don’t feel wet Cody, it’s better to be thorough though, we wouldn’t want you ending up with a nasty case of diaper rash.” She brushed his hands aside and Cody was made to sit there as Nancy pulled the front of his pull up out exposing his groin to the cool breezy air. Beth leaned forward and smirked. “That’s a cute little thing isn’t it.” She said more as like a statement then a question. Cody tried in vain to cover himself but Nancy had already pulled his pull up back in place. Mary lightly slapped her sister on the shoulder playfully, telling her not to tease the poor boy. “It’s a dry little thing, such a good boy Cody!” Nancy remakes before quickly pulling the back of his pull up out to inspect his bottom. “Not messy either, I’m so proud of you. Would you like to go potty before we start lunch?” Cody briskly shook his head; thankfully his pull up was once again covering him offering some small token amount of modesty. He had never considered himself small down their but this was his first experience with a woman making a comment about his size. It had to of been the cool breeze that had shrunk him. He knew that was a normal thing that happened but he couldn’t quite put the nagging thought in the back of his head to rest telling him he wasn’t the same size as the other boys. Thankfully his worries drifted away when a plate of food was planted down in front of him. A peanut butter and Jelly sandwich, with the crust cut off. Of course he had expected something juvenile but it wasn’t the food that bothered him, it was the correlation he made when he realised that this is what he normally ate at home too. His mother would always make this sandwich for him after he returned from school as a small before dinner snack; she would even cut the crust off. It was his favourite; it had never occurred to him how juvenile it was until he found himself looking around seeing most of the others having the same thing, except for the staff who had mostly packed their own lunches. Nancy noticed Cody’s hesitation as he stared down at the plate of food in front of him. “What’s the matter Cody? Don’t you like PB&J or did you just need some help with your food?” “No it’s fine I do like it thank you.” Cody replied breaking out of his trance. “Oh, so you just need a little help that’s ok.” Before Cody could react Nancy had already taken away his plate and begun cutting his sandwich up into smaller bite sized pieces. Cody watched on as Nancy shuffled up closer to him placing her arm around his shoulders once again. She held up a piece of sandwich and moved her hand steering toward his mouth. “Alright then Cody open up for me please.” “No, Nancy stop this isn’t what I ——mhpf.” Cody tried to speak, but his words were cut off as the food was pushed up roughly against his closed lips. He tried pulling back but Nancy held her arm around him tight. “Come on Cody, I don’t have time for games, I won’t Hesitate to pull you over my lap in front of everyone here.” Cody looked up and saw the stern expressions across the three women seated around him. He relented, pushing his humiliation ever further as he opened his mouth allowing Nancy to feed him. A splatter of jam dribbled down his lips splattering on his naked chest. “Such a messy eater, it’s to be expected really.” Nancy said, tittering and shaking her head in a jokingly condescending manner. Beth shuffled around for a moment in a backpack seated next to her and pulled something out offering it to Nancy, “Here this will do the trick, the best solution for any messy eater.” Nancy took the offered item and unfurled it in front of Cody who quickly recognised it as a bib. It looked large enough to be able to fit him and he didn’t resist allowing Nancy to wrap the blue trimmed baby bib around his neck after dabbing away at the messy spot on his chest. She turned her attention back to the plate of food grabbing another piece of sandwich she brought it quickly toward Cody’s lips, ‘vroooom’ she said flying it toward him like an aeroplane. Cody shut his eyes tight trying to block out the humiliating gazes only opening his mouth as Nancy brought each piece towards his lips, occasionally she paused to dab at him with his bib. Finally after the entire sandwich had been eaten Nancy spoke up. “All done, good job Cody!” All three women clapped in a childish manner and Cody did his best to grin and bear it. “Alright everyone, now that you all look like you’ve finished eating we have a surprise for you.” Jen said speaking up from the middle of the seated area. “Make sure you all behave and remain very quiet and we will bring out some little friends for you guys to see and pat. Make sure to be calm and if you see something you don’t like the look of shake your head and we won’t bring them over to you.” Cody finally felt some semblance of excitement and curiosity since first patting the baby lamb earlier. As long as they didn’t bring the grumpy goat back out he might actually enjoy this part. All kinds of animals were suddenly being brought over to the tables by their handlers, little marsupials and baby lambs even a donkey was being walked around for everyone to pat. Cody didn’t see behind him but Nancy was gesturing over at something excitedly he was too focused on the llama that was now being toured around the tables. “Cody look at this, isn’t it beautiful.” Nancy said excitedly. Cody turned around coming face to face with a large scaly green snake who flicked its tongue at him and stared with its large glowing yellow eyes. Snakes…. Cody was terrified of snakes; his eyes grew wide as he tensed up. The only thing that broke the silence was the loud hissing coming from his pull up as it steadily grew fuller and warmer as he quickly wet himself in fear. Chapter 5 The handler offered her apologises and moved the snake away quickly as all eyes at the table were turned on Cody and his rapidly filling pull up. The poor boy went limp as he was stood up and was led away from the table. His pull up was over capacity, streams of pee dribbled down his calves and it sagged as it hung down between his legs. He felt a hand grip the back of his pull up holding it tight as it started to look threateningly like it would fall to the ground. Finally he looked up to the person who was practically giving him a wedgie now. It revealed the rough hand guiding him belonged to Nancy, everything seemed a bit foggy but he suddenly felt better when he realised it was her with him. “Sorry.” He found himself murmuring. “What for sweetheart.” Nancy replied between strides. “I didn’t mean… to wet, it was… just the.. snake.” “It’s alright dear.” Nancy stopped suddenly, making sure to leave a hand on Cody’s soggy pull up she cooed. “Babies do wee wees, in their diapers it’s to be expected we should have had you in something thicker that’s my fault.” Cody was fighting the thick fog that was starting to cloud his judgement, this wasn’t right none of this was right. How many times had he willed to put a stop to all of this, how many times had he played out in his head that he was a college student not some pissy toddler? Yet all he could think of now was how the squishy feeling bunched up around his lower end was reminding him that he desperately needed a change. Sensing the uncertainty emanating from Cody as he stood their twiddling his feet on the footpath, Nancy tried again to calm him. “Cody it’s ok, plenty of people in our class have accident’s, you’ve nothing to worry about I’m going to take good care of you and get you all cleaned up.” Cody couldn’t help letting out a small smile as Nancy pulled her arm around him tightly for a hug. Nancy was the only good thing about today, yeah she was the one who instigated all his babying treatment but at least she was nice about it. Could he have lived with never meeting this woman if it meant today never would have happened? If you asked him this morning he would have said yes with upmost certainty, but the longer the day drew on the more he doubted what his answer would be. Maybe after today he would get to see her again, but on a more mature one on one setting. Once everything had been sorted out and she realised he was a college student, which was definitely an awkward conversation he wasn’t looking forward too. But the boundaries had grown obsolete between them, he wasn’t sure if anything could embarrass him anymore not after everything he had experienced today. Finally Nancy led him into the changing rooms, which he silently prayed were empty. She didn’t hesitate before pulling him into the women’s side which surprisingly the whole block seemed empty. Everyone must have been out having lunch; at least his change would afford him some privacy. Undoubtedly his nudity would be privy to Nancy but he stopped considering anything between the two of them private. She had seen him naked more times this afternoon than his mother had in a dozen years. She led Cody over to a bench and draped over a towel she pulled from a nearby locker before unceremoniously pulling down his pull up and letting it fall to the tiled floor with a wet thud. Cody didn’t bother covering his shame, there was no point, he just stood their limply and complied when Nancy ushered him to lie down over the towel. He stared up at her completely naked and vulnerable he had given himself to her completely. He watched with an almost keen interest, the feeling of dread he had clung too since leaving his house this morning seem to dissipate at this moment. Nancy dug through the diaper bag she had brought over from the picnic area retrieving some cream, powder and wipes. She hastily made quick work in her duties making sure to wipe Cody through reaching every nook and cranny. He winced as she drew the cool wipe over his groin and Nancy had to stifle her giggle. She emptied a generous helping of cream onto her hand and reaching under him she lathered it across his bottom before spreading it over his intimates. This had much more of a reaction than the wipe had and Cody couldn’t help the growing erection he was now sporting. “Awww that just means I’m doing a good job, your little guy is saying thank you.” Cody bit his lip and blushed; he would have much preferred the silence. He looked down at his groin internally begging for it to go down but it refused. Nancy noticed its stubbornness and chuckled, she continued her job as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Returning to the diaper bag she pulled out a thick plain white diaper. Cody noticed it was much larger than what would be suitable for her normal charges; he wondered why she was carrying around one so big. What purpose did it serve; he paused to look down at his slimy groin. Obviously its purpose fitted him perfectly but it wasn’t like he was expected to go on this trip. He had just followed the bus schedule and ended up on the wrong bus, the one his mother had printed off for him. Unless there were others like him at this school, older kids who still needed diapers. But how come they weren’t on this trip, he would have seen at least one of them by now. It still wouldn’t explain why she bought them along on the field trip. Cody waited expectantly for Nancy to put him in his diaper. His diaper, he never thought he would ever think those words or experience their meaning. He just wanted it over and done with, that was all, and it wasn’t like he held some level of contempt having all this attention from a beautiful slightly older woman. If having his bottom swathed in comfy, crinkly padding was the price to pay then maybe he was happy to pay it. Nancy wasn’t satisfied she sat at the end of the Cody’s feet, stroking the padding. He thought maybe she was taunting him, but it looked like she was strongly considering something. Finally she decided to leave the crinkly padding in her wake, as she stood up she sent a quick text message off before leaving her phone on the bench. “Just wait there a moment Cody, don’t move a muscle I’ll be right back.” Cody watched on in disbelief as Nancy left him alone naked on a bench in the women’s changing rooms waiting for a diaper change. He hoped desperately she would come back soon; he hated being left alone in this state especially naked. What would someone say if they were to walk in, although he doubted that if everyone hadn’t laid eyes upon him dressed in his pull up at some point today than they had surely heard about it. Maybe that would work in his favour; at least they wouldn’t see him as some kind of creep hiding in the women’s changing rooms, just another charge waiting for a clean diaper. Maybe someone would see him in his state with the diaper at his feet and just take over and finish the job Nancy had started. He shivered, trying to block the thought out of his head. That kind of thinking wasn’t normal for someone his age, he shouldn’t want it. But part of him, a part that had been latent and was suddenly growing exponentially was crying out for him to be cared for. Maybe it was the attention from an attractive woman, and his feelings were getting all fuddled up. His mind was associating his infantile behaviour as a way for him to receive the attention that he suddenly craved. It was normal for a young man to want attention from a pretty woman even if she was older than him, but it was certainly not normal for him to want to achieve it in this manner. He had had a girlfriend before; it was a short lived fling because they were both seniors and going to separate schools. They both quickly realised it wouldn’t last; it was a shame too Cody really liked her and they had been friends throughout school. He had hoped that maybe there was a chance to rekindle it; he couldn’t stop thinking about her over his break before starting college. Occasionally he would hover over the enrolment website for the college she was attending, but he couldn’t bring himself to go through with it. It would mean having to move and leave his mother alone; he didn’t like that idea, it felt like he would be abandoning her. Finally footsteps broke his train of thought and he gripped down hard on the bench, hoping for a miracle that it would be Nancy and not some stranger walking into the bathroom. To his relief, it was her smiling face that he saw striding into the change rooms, and oh boy did he welcome it. “Sorry to leave you like that but silly me I almost forgot that it’s time for swimming.” Nancy explained pulling something bulky and cloth out of a plastic bag. Cody looked to the aforementioned item clutched in Nancy’s hand as she strode over to him. It was a swim diaper. Bulky and blue, it had small clown fish dotted around it and a wide green frilly brim around the top and leg holes, which did a lot to take away any masculinity it might have offered him. At least it wasn’t pink, he couldn’t tell if it was designed for a girl or boy in mind, he guessed that babies didn’t really have a choice in the matter, maybe it was meant to be uni-sex. But he wasn’t a baby, someone had made that big enough to fit him, well he assumed it would. Nancy knelt down returning to work she gestured for Cody to push up and she slid the cloth diaper beneath him. Giving him a quick dusting of baby powder, enough that anyone who walked past would be able to tell he now smelled like a baby. “Now this won’t do you any good if you wee, but it’s expected that babies pee in the water anyway.” Cody tensed up as Nancy poked and prodded around the diaper she had expertly strapped to his waist. “But, it’s meant for your number two’s, so any poopy accidents won’t go floating off in the water ruining everyone’s fun.” Cody was shocked, did she really think he was capable of doing that, a wet accident was one thing but that was something entirely different. “Now you just lay their a minute while I get changed ok, I need to get on my bathing suit too.” Nancy walked over to the same locker she had retrieved the towel from, she pulled out a plain black swimsuit but to Cody it was the most beautiful one he had ever seen. She looked over at him and smiled before turning her back to him and sliding her top off. Chapter 6 Cody couldn’t help but stare, a mixed look of bewilderment and a slight blush giving away his growing state of arousal. It felt like time was slowing down as he watched the spectacle unfolding before him, his eyes glued to the scene as Nancy finished undressing down to her underwear. Next she released the clasp of her bra with a pop, letting it fall to the growing pile of clothing beneath her. Cody couldn’t help it at this point and he found his hand slowly reaching towards his crotch and he slyly began gently rubbing the front of his plastic swim diaper. The sound it made was quite audible, but he paid no mind to it, he was too busy fixated on Nancy admiring her near naked body. He desperately wanted her to turn around so he could see her breasts, if she did she would see what he was doing to himself but that didn’t matter to him. What he didn’t see was the coy smile Nancy had plastered over her face, she could tell what he was doing, and the crinkling of his diaper was amplified across the silent change room. She took her time slowly sliding a finger into either side of her black lacy panties and carefully lowering them down her legs as she shimmied out of them. Cody couldn’t believe his luck; this beautiful woman was now standing nude before him. He wanted so badly to speak up, to hit on her but of course that couldn’t happen. He was no longer his normal confident self, how could he pursue something dressed the way he was. He contemplated his situation, lying down across the bench dressed in an infant’s swim diaper. The one he had been put into it by the woman that he now desired to push things further with. If he was being realistic even if he wasn’t in his current state and he were dressed normal he probably wouldn’t make the first move. Being the shy boy that he was he liked to think he was cool and confident but who was he kidding, he never had the guts to make the first move. That was probably why he was so unlucky with love except that one short lived time, women preferred someone who had confidence and would sweep them off their feet. Not a little boy who wouldn’t put up any form of resistance to being diapered and treated like a toddler who couldn’t keep his pants dry. Cody was really starting to feel the guilt now his face was as red as a tomato but that still wasn’t enough for him to stop rubbing the front of his crinkly swim diaper. His breathing started to quicken, he knew he shouldn’t be doing this; she could turn around any moment and then what would happen. Maybe she would punish him, what if she spanked him? Or maybe, she saw that he was enjoying his predicament and she would decide to baby him further, perhaps she would drape him across her lap and make him nurse from her large breasts. His mind was beginning to run away from him as the fantasies quickly grew more and more lucrative. Did this mean he liked the treatment he was receiving, he must admit he was enjoying the soft feeling of the plastic lined swim diaper and he couldn’t ignore the effect it was having on him. It felt like sometime had past that Nancy had standing naked picking off bits of lint from her swimsuit. Was there anything even there or was she purposely taking her time so Cody could enjoy watching longer. Finally she stopped delaying any further and stepped into the swimsuit, pulling it up her body and over her shoulders it clung tightly to her. For an older woman she still had an amazing body, the epitome of beauty, Cody had never felt this way about someone who was this age before. She was practically a parental figure in his life at this point, he ought to be concerned. But he had only just met her and she had been so loving toward him and giving him so much attention. He loved when women gave him attention maybe that was to do with the coddling his mum had given him throughout his life. Nancy ran her hands along the suit peeling it away from her to give it the correct adjustment. She slowly traced the full length running them across her front all the way down to her bottom. Finally after what felt like a lifetime spent getting dressed she turned around to face Cody. She chose to ignore the look of guilt, his face glowing red as a tomato and his hand that retracted like a rocket to his side the moment he saw her turn around. It was obvious to her what he had been doing, but he was such a good boy he deserved a little fun, but so did she. She loved the way it was so easy to make him blush when he was embarrassed; it made her feel good to be needed. It was such a maternal feeling, an instinct to look after him. She didn’t see a young man ready for college; no it was quite the opposite of that. No one would be able to convince her that it was his time to grow up, not after today. He put up zero fight, letting her take full control of him like a mother and her baby. Even younger kids would have put up more of a fight; maybe they eventually relented but Cody did nothing. He loved it, every part of it; maybe he wouldn’t admit it right now but she could tell. She wasn’t about to put the brakes on yet, no this was just the beginning. “Well little mister, it seems like someone enjoys wearing his crinkly swim diaper, you wouldn’t stop squirming people could hear your crinkling on the other side of the park!” Nancy slowly walked over to him as she spoke; carefully lowering herself she ran her hands across Cody’s diaper. She was very careful to avoid the tenting spot in the middle and instead simply adjusted his sides ensuring it was still a tight fit. Satisfied she smiled and pulled Cody to his feet. Realising he wasn’t going to have the chance to finish off he grimaced, now having a rather large case of the ‘blue balls.’ Nancy stored both of their belongings in the locker, leaving everything behind she took Cody’s hand and led the boy who was now doing his best to adjust his tented shame, out towards the swimming pools. As they trudged across the park Cody was more intrigued about the realisation that this place even had an outdoor aquatics centre. Was this not a zoo he wondered, a sign drew his attention it pointed out the path to an Archery range and a Go Kart track. This place really was a jack of all trades, how had he not heard about it before now. Nancy smiled as they walked; Cody had finally stopped acting so shy about his diapered state, walking beside her like he was dressed as he should be. Finally the pair approached the rest of their group; Cody wondered why no one seemed to pay any mind to what he was wearing. Everyone they passed along the way looked at him their eyes quickly shooting to the frilly swim diaper wrapped tightly to his waist. But all they did was smile, some even waved. But he could tell by looking at them, the looks weren’t out of sympathy, it was like when people saw a cute toddler or baby in line at the super market. Surely they could see how tall he was, barely a head shorter than Nancy, so why did they act like nothing was out of the ordinary. Maybe they thought he was special needs and they didn’t want to draw any attention to the fact that he looked so out of place. It was the most logical conclusion he could come up with, it made him feel slightly guilty knowing that he had a sound mind and they might of thought otherwise when other people truly did suffer from these conditions. But many of them would have seen him when they first arrived, seen him pulling down on his t-shirt in a vain attempt to cover his pull ups. They would have witnessed his decline into now being walked around in nothing but a diaper. So they had to know that wasn’t the case, was their some magic field around him that when people looked they saw nothing but a toddler or little boy. He didn’t believe in silly things like that, they’re not possible, ghosts maybe but not crazy magic force fields. Perhaps, these people were just nice and didn’t want to make fun of him. Whatever they thought of his predicament or how it came to be, maybe they were just being kind, compassionate people who were minding their own business. What was this crazy parallel universe that Cody had stumbled off the bus into? Cody had to put away the thoughts of his near existential crisis because he realised Nancy was leading him over to the pool with the others and he had no idea how to swim. “Ummm Nancy.” He started saying, unsure how to proceed. “What is it sweetie?” Nancy said, stopping she waited for Cody to speak. “How deep is the pool, I’m not a very good swimmer.” Nancy gave her same warm smile she had continuously showed Cody throughout the day. “Thank you for telling me sweetheart that was very brave of you, wait here for a moment ok, I’ll be right back.” Cody waited patiently, watching out over the centre he kept note of his surroundings. There were three different pools, all quite large in size. The biggest had a diving board, a life guard chair was situated in the centre of the three and he noticed several people dressed in red carrying whistles patrolling around the area. A few kiddie fountains were spouting out water and there was a change room adjacent to one of the pools which would explain why they hadn’t seen anyone else in the change rooms further away. Eventually Nancy returned, He watched her as she approached with a pair of blue water wings in her hands. “Alright sweetie these are an extra precaution but don’t worry I will be with you the whole time.” She slid them up his arms, gently blowing into the nozzles to inflate them. It was a weird sensation, like having your blood pressure taken at the doctors but slightly less tight. Now looking every bit like a little baby having his first swimming lesson, he went with Nancy hand in hand toward the more juvenile of the three pools. Chapter 7 Cody followed Nancy’s lead into the kiddie pool, carefully placing his toes in first he was surprised to find it heated to such a warm and comfortable level. The floaties attached snuggly to his arms became even more of a preposterous over thought when he realised the water wouldn’t go any higher than his knees. He may not have been a confident swimmer but it seemed an impossible attempt to find himself in danger with water this low. His arm bands did afford him some level of confidence though, perhaps it was the reassuring pressure on his arms or the fact that it almost felt like he was wearing an article of clothing. After spending most of the day walking around in pull ups and a swim diaper it was gave him the smallest notion of relief. Unsurprisingly it wasn’t very entertaining in the water, there wasn’t much going on just a bunch of kids and their carers watching over them. He was with the youngest age group of course; occasionally he would splash back at the perpetrators. Nancy seemed content with simply hanging by his side, always within an arm’s reach of him, it would have been suffocating except for the fact he was oddly yearning for her company. Without her it would just be him waddling around with no direction, alone left to wallow solo in his humiliation. Yes she was the instigator of his headfirst fall into regression but he needed her now, he realised that. Plus the image of her changing was still strong in his mind. He couldn’t help blushing every time he glanced at her in her swimsuit, quickly averting his eyes whenever he met her gaze. Eventually she gently led him to a seated position where the water was almost at its lowest point in the pool. Instantly his plastic swim diaper swelled up to its capacity causing him to feel like he was floating inside a water balloon. Nancy chuckled at Cody’s surprised expression. “It’s meant for your messies more than anything, it won’t do a good job at holding in your wees or any liquids.” Cody blushed he remained stiff, not from the remark but because Nancy had taken a seat behind him in the water pulling him in between her legs and putting her arms around his waist, cradling him from behind. The feeling was amazing; her slippery wet swimsuit rubbing against his back, the way her hands gently caressed his body. It was surreal he was totally blissful, he noticed her hands occasionally graze the front of his nappy and wanted so desperately for her to leave them there. “You’re such a good little boy Cody.” Nancy cooed. “I’ve had a fun trip I hope you have too.” ‘Yes..’ he murmured in a quiet whisper. “I’m glad to hear it.” Nancy said squeezing him tighter. They sat motionless for some time, watching the world go by, enjoying the gentle movements in the water, until finally everyone started to get out. “I suppose we better get out too hadn’t we.” Nancy explained sadly. Cody responded by clinging even tighter to her arms, his head now lay back against her shoulder. He wanted nothing more than for this moment to continue, he could have stayed like this forever. Nancy continued as if she was reading his thoughts. “I know my darling boy, I want to stay too but it’s time for us to go back, we wouldn’t want to miss the bus.” Go back….. Cody knew this day had to come to an end eventually. He fought so hard at the beginning, but he really did enjoy himself. It was a welcomed reprieve from all the work and studying he had done over the years, to get himself a spot in college. Even the time between graduating high school up until this point hadn’t been the easiest for him. Trying to find work, balance that with seeing his friends and helping out around the house, he simply felt overwhelmed. He thought he wanted time alone and that isolating himself in his bedroom when he was at home away from his mom was the solution. But after today’s experience, having someone dotting around and doing everything for him and being completely reliant upon them it was for better word delightful. Maybe he could try and reaffirm the closeness he used to have with his mother. It would certainly make for a warmer home to return to after each day at school. Nothing intense, he couldn’t imagine having his own mother treat him like a toddler. But it reminded him of a time when they got along together so well, now he was so distant to her. Maybe it was because she was overbearing, she still treated him like a little boy. But was she that far off the mark, after today with everything that had happened, maybe he deserved to be molly-coddled. Maybe he would try just talking with her first, asking her about his day, telling her about his own if she asked. Well, some kind of alternate reality where he actually made it to college. No this day would be left for the memory books, hopefully the knowledge of it would stay here and within the Clearview day care. Yes a lot of people witnessed his predicament, but he didn’t recognise any faces, he would just stay clear from them and keep his head down at the college. It seemed like a rather tall order to completely get out of this unknowingly to anyone but he was determined to believe it was possible. Nancy was now leading him out of the water and across the pavement toward the more isolated changing room. Cody fidgeted and used his free hand to hold his heavy waterlogged diaper to his body, it was saturated and he was afraid it might fall off. Water escaped, teaming through the sides with each step they took. Eventually he felt something else, a twinging in his bladder reminding him that he needed to pee again. Nancy watched as his hand slipped lower grasping tightly against his groin. She stopped for a moment as they crossed a patch of grass. “It looks like someone needs the potty, it’s alright if you can’t hold it just go now and we’ll have you in some dry protection soon.” Cody nervously peaked his head around, there was no one in their direct vicinity, and maybe he could get away with it. He wasn’t too confident that he could hold it till they reached the bathroom anyway, and there was no telling if Nancy was going to just put him straight into another pull up and not allow him to use the bathroom. Moving aside his arms he stood bowlegged, his bladder instantly released causing fresh spurts of his pee to further saturate his already overworked swim diaper. It quickly seeped through splashing against the noisy plastic fabric and over the grass beneath him. He did his best to avoid any touching him but he couldn’t help it as the warm pee splashed over his feet and dribbled down his thighs. Finally with the flow coming to an end they continued the short walk to the change rooms. Upon entering Cody was quickly stripped from his wet diaper leaving him naked in front of Nancy for the umpteenth time. Leaving his discarded and saturated diaper on the bench she coaxed him into a shower cubicle and turned on the taps. Choosing to join him in the shower he stood idly as she scrubbed him clean with a wash cloth. Ignoring any and all modesty she paid careful attention to his groin and bottom, leaving no part of him unwashed. Finally satisfied she turned off the taps and began towelling him off. With Cody’s needs attended too she left him sitting in the nude while she dried herself, Cody watching with intensity as she changed back into her uniform. “Alrighty then, we better get you back into some protection before you leak all over the place hadn’t we mister.” It was more of a statement then a direct question but Cody couldn’t help but give a subtle nod in agreement. He wasn’t sure if Nancy saw his nod, but there was a beaming smile plastered across her face. Cody shouldn’t have been surprised at this point when he saw her pull the thick juvenile looking diaper from the bag. He had expected another pull up, but after wearing a swim diaper exposed to the world was this even a further step down in his maturity he thought honestly. He felt like he had hit rock bottom much earlier in the day before this moment. He even found himself lying back down on the bench without prompting as Nancy made her way over to him carrying a few bottles with her. After coaxing him to raise his bum she slid the large diaper under his bottom and gently pushed him back down onto it. It was thick; he could tell that already, it wasn’t a bad feeling. He didn’t have time to dwell on it though as Nancy had squirted some cream onto her hand and was now lathering it across his groin. He gasped as she grabbed his penis stroking it for only a moment as she made sure it was fully covered. Cody couldn’t help his reaction, his tiny shame stood at full mast; Nancy looked at it then smiled at him as she gave him a generous coating in baby powder. Pulling the fresh diaper tightly over him she managed to seal it shut, even with the small tent at the front of his new plastic prison offering some tiny resistance. She pulled him to his feet and inspected the tapes, shuffling the edge guards and making sure it was secure. Cody could hear the rustling, it was so much louder than the pull ups were. He crinkled with every step he took, it was so obvious what he was wearing and it’s intended purpose. At least with the pull ups it gave the illusion he had some level of potty training, that he was capable of making it to the toilet. But this, everyone would see him as the baby he was, someone who had no control and needed to be tucked away in a thick diaper. There was no going to the toilet anymore; he was wearing his bathroom now. Nancy was beside herself, she moved her hands all over his new plastic pants. The caressing motion sending volts of electrify through his body. It was incredible; the touching….. Cody was loving every moment. She pulled him close to her body and sighed, holding him there tightly in her arms between her beasts. One of her hands drew down his body and rubbed across his bottom, the diaper rustling and crinkling loudly in response. Eventually Nancy withdrew herself and planted a big sloppy kiss on his cheek. “It’s time to go now baby.” She gathered her things and together they set off to re-join the rest of the group. Chapter 8 The group shuffled onto the bus and Cody found himself ushered onto the same seat he had initially arrived in. He felt grateful to be given the window seat, between Nancy sitting next to him and the tall headrests he was mostly obscured from view. The big window to the side of him gave him a good view of the outside but he was pretty confident it was difficult to see into the bus. At least that’s what Cody hoped, the thought of anyone looking in and seeing him in his diaper made him uncomftable and he shuffled awkwardly trying to push himself out of view. Nancy noticed him shuffling about. “What’s the matter sweetie got a case of the wiggles?” She gently pushed the palm of her hand against the front of his diaper checking for wetness. “Looks like you’re dry, you don’t have to worry about the toilet anymore, so just let go if you feel the need to have a wee or poo.” Cody blushed at the realisation his toilet training had officially been revoked. Nancy reached over and pulled the back of his diaper up giving it a slight readjustment making sure it was still on tight. He froze as she ran her hands over him, why did he like it so much when she touched his diaper. When he felt Nancy’s hands pulling away he found himself sliding closer to her. She smiled. “Well then it seems like this little guy likes having someone rub his diaper huh?” Cody blushed but nodded, Nancy quickly responded by pulling him close enough that she could sit him on her lap. The sight was comical; he was only a head shorter than her and planted firmly over her legs. He thought he would be crushing her but she didn’t even grimace, looking back at him with a big smile grinning ear to ear. She pulled one arm around him for support and continued fondling his diaper. He closed his eyes and found himself nestling his head against her shoulder. Nancy hummed gently into his ear, his diaper crinkling with every stroke. Cody was in bliss he never wanted this moment to end. The bus roared to life adding a gentle rocking motion to his euphoria as it rumbled down the country road. He felt his eyes dropping and he fought hard to stay awake, falling asleep would mean an end to this day. He would be going home; it would be as if this day never happened, a strangely pleasurable memory he would cherish. Never in a million years would he have fathomed himself in this situation, let alone finding himself embracing it. Tomorrow would be back to the daily grind, starting college being an adult back to his big boy life. It’s a shame really; that this whole experience was so short lived. It was a gift truly being able to have this experience without judgement and being so cared for. Cody never understood why everyone treated this whole situation as if it was normal. He was a young man, out on a day care field trip and spending the entirety looking more like a toddler than the real ones. Ah well, he guessed none of that really mattered now, the reasons why and how. He had to focus on just staying awake at this point; it was becoming increasingly more difficult. It had been a long day, a very strange….. weird day. He hadn’t actually figured out how he was going to be getting home, the day care had to be close by the college hopefully he could catch another bus or call his mum to come and get him. He suddenly realised he hadn’t had access to his phone all day or any of his belongings really. They would have everything he assumed, hopefully his clothes would be returned to him when they got back. There were so many uncertainties awaiting his return, but for some reason Cody didn’t dwell on any of them. He should have been terrified of the unknown of what was waiting at the end of this trip. Would all the parents be there, would they see him dressed the way he was. He didn’t even know what time it was, should he have already been home by now? What if his mum had been calling asking where he was? But those thoughts went unanswered never lingering, too busy focusing on the gently movements of the bus, Nancy’s gentle humming and her rhythmic breathing. All of it was just so… intoxicating; he couldn’t fight any longer, his eyelids closing shut he instantly fell asleep. Cody felt himself drifting in and out of consciousness, he was still so tired it was hard to not fall asleep. Had he already, he wasn’t even sure anymore. No longer could he feel Nancy’s chest moving up and down and did his seat feel different now? The rumbling felt different like he was travelling over a pavement, he could feel the wind brushing against his face and since when was there a strap pulled across his chest. Wait a minute, he was outside now; the crippling realisation was enough to jolt him awake. The sun was still out and very bright, it took a moment for his eyes to adjust and his mind even longer to really visualise what his eyes were seeing. He was rolling across the footpath, strapped tightly and awkwardly inside a baby stroller. He looked far off into the distance and saw a bunch of people around his age; wait was that the college was he really being wheeled over there. He started to panic, looking down he was still completely nude except for his thick damp diaper. Wait it was damp now, he didn’t have time to contemplate he had wet himself during his nap; the more pressing issue was who was pushing the stroller. “Hello… what are you doing where are you taking me, please stop.” He wailed desperately. He jolted forward slightly as the stroller came to a sudden stop. The person pushing him quickly stepped into his field of view and he was greeted with Nancy’s smiling face. “It’s ok Cody, we will get you out of that wet diaper soon, just hold on a bit longer for me.” Nancy reached into her breast pocket and pulled out a pacifier, dangling it in front of Cody she held it at his lips expectantly. Cody didn’t reach for it but he opened his quivering lips slightly, inviting her to push it inside. “There’s a good baby.” Nancy said before returning to the rear of the stroller. She began pushing again and Cody sucked frantically on his soother. This is it, he thought to himself, his life would be over, everyone would see him and think he was a pathetic loser. He would never live this down, he shifted anxiously in the stroller but he was strapped in tight. Nancy was pushing him closer and closer, suddenly she veered to the left before anyone had a chance to see the overgrown baby. He looked up as they passed through the great and was greeted by the Clearview day care sign, a large happy sun greeting him as they passed under. He turned his head sharply looking around and taking in his surroundings as he was wheeled through the sliding doors. He tried pushing himself further back into the stroller, anything to avoid being seen in here. There weren’t as many people as he thought but he definitely noticed some strange glances in his direction. To make matters worse he felt his diaper warming and desperately pushed his palms into his padding as he realised he was wetting himself again. He sucked harder on his pacifier actually enjoying the soothing feeling it was giving him. It wasn’t enough to completely alleviate him from his woes but it was the only thing offering him any sort of comfort right now. Finally Cody was pushed inside an open room; it was empty apart from himself and Nancy, finally affording him some privacy. The bright lights were switched on illuminating the childish classroom. It looked even more juvenile then he originally expected colourful chairs and tables dotted the room; the walls were plastered with childish art projects and a big fluffy carpet covered one corner of the room covered in large bean bag chairs. Nancy parked the stroller leaving Cody to look out over the room with no angle to see if anyone would come through the door behind him. “Ok Cody.” Nancy started walking in front of him. “Just wait here a moment I will be right back.” Turning around she paused suddenly taking interest in Cody’s diaper. She smiled as she knelt down and pushed the front of her palm firmly against his padding. She grinned broadly, clearly she realised he had wet again. Before standing back up she gently planted a kiss on his forehead before leaving the room, gently closing the door behind her. For the second time today Cody was finally left to his own devices. He sucked rhythmically on his pacifier and contemplated spitting it out, but a strong growing part of him was telling him not to. Turning his attention to the straps firmly holding him down, he tried pulling them off. After twisting and turning for a moment, his diaper crinkling the whole time he eventually gave up. Clearly whoever designed this stroller had done so in a way meant to keep its occupant locked firmly in. Another thought crossed his mind, who would make a baby’s stroller this big and why did Nancy have it. Not to mention the juvenile diaper he was wearing, it fit like a glove not like a child’s diaper it would look too obviously stretched to his size. Before he could dwell on the matter any further he finally heard the door open behind him. He froze in his chair this time he heard two sets of footsteps approaching him. “Cody, baby, Mummy’s here did you have a good day?” His mother spoke as she leaned in over him. Quickly without giving it much thought Cody spat out his dummy and tried covering his diaper with his hands. “Mummy… MUM I ummm this isn’t what it looks like I can explain.” He said panicked. She smiled as she extended her hand reaching for his diaper. Cody recoiled and tried in vain to pull away but the breaks on the stroller were held firm and he saw Nancy looming above him holding it still. He grew stiff as a board as her hands traced the length of his diaper, stopping and resting against the squelching padding that pushed against the seat. She smiled warmly. “I think we better get you into a fresh diaper, this one might not last the car ride home.” Wait, another diaper? This day was supposed to be over, no one else was supposed to know about it. He was a big boy, an ADULT not a stinking baby why was this happening. The tears streamed down Cody’s face almost as quickly as he emptied what was left in his bladder into the waiting diaper as he bawled his eyes out. All his frantic movements had caused the diaper to loosen and streams of wee rushed out the sides soaking his seat and running down his legs. “Oh baby, my sweet Cody its ok, shhhhhhh.” She cooed softly. She quickly brushed off his pacifier before replacing it in his mouth, Cody reluctantly found himself unable to resist as it was pushed inside his mouth. She released the latch and gently pulled him to the carpet laying him on top of a change mat that Nancy must have just prepared that moment. He sobbed pathetically as the pacifier bobbed up and down in his mouth. He did nothing as he lay there watching Nancy retrieve another diaper looking thicker than the one he had on. His mother pulled back his soaked diaper exposing his shame to both women. She made short work of it; obviously like riding a bike she never forgot how to diaper her baby boy. Sliding a few wet wipes over his groin and bottom she placed them into the dirty diaper before balling it up and replacing it with the fresh one from Nancy. She coaxed him with a gentle tap on his knee and Cody raised his bottom allowing her to lay the fresh padding beneath him. He was lowered back down and could instantly feel the extra thickness this one had. Squeezing some ointment onto her palm she ran cool baby oil all over his bottom and crotch and he felt an insurmountable amount of shame as his penis grew in her hand. “All baby boys are the same.” Nancy spoke and both ladies laughed. Cody was red faced and fresh tears continued rolling down his cheeks as his mother gave him a generous dusting of baby powder before tucking down his penis and pulling the diaper up over him. She taped the four tabs firmly but not too tight and gave him a gentle pat on his crinkly padding, looking mighty satisfied with her work. She gently pulled Cody into her arms cradling him as Nancy had earlier. “I know you have a lot of questions baby, but don’t worry this is what’s best for you.” He could hear a microwave whirring in the distance and watched as Nancy strode over giving his mother a freshly warmed baby bottle of milk. She accepted with thanks and removed Cody’s pacifier replacing it with the nipple. Cody looked up at his mum with his big red puffy eyes, he was afraid, her warm smile offering little comfort to the situation. She coaxed him pushing the bottle up further and he finally started sucking, quickly feeling the warm milk flow freely into his mouth. “I know you had a good time Cody, I don’t want you to worry though. I promise you’ll be back here tomorrow, and the next day and the next.” He increased his sucking as he contemplated what she meant by that. “No more college for you, my baby isn’t ready for growing up yet, I think we’ll take it by year and see how you go.” That was it then, a year as a baby it was hard to imagine the life that was waiting for him. At least he would spend a lot of time with Nancy when his mum was working. But what about a social life, he had so many questions to ask. But right now all he could do was suck on his bottle as he looked up at the two women now in charge of his life, cooing and fawning over him. Maybe it wouldn’t be all that bad…. Right?

This is my first attempt at a story. It’s kind of a slow burn, but it will quickly ramp up. In any case, here it goes. Falling In Reverse “Wake up baby girl, today’s your big day,” a sing-song Southern-twanged voice floated me awake, “it’s your 2nd birthday, and there’s so much to do with such a short amount of time! This is such a big day for you, hon, Mommy is juuuust so excited!” I groggily awoke, taking in my surroundings. I lay in state in a large crib with sky scraping white bars. My room was decorated in a flowery motif with pink and white stripes, and a giant “Princess Jaclyn” hung from wooden letters above a closet. There were a few dressers, including a larger table with diapering supplies slinked on the top shelf. Next to my crib was a red haired woman with sultry looks...I was so lucky to belong to her... I was snapped out of my daze by the drawl of the red head. “Cmon baby, you are really wet, Mommy Beth needs to change your icky panties, your guests are going to be here soon!” Mommy Beth? Guests? A birthday party? I casually sucked on my pink pacifier, taking this all in for another day in a row. Mommy Beth took me out of my crib, led me to the changing table on the corner and began to change my diaper...everything came flowing back to me as I regained my footing for the daytime...it had been a long time, given the simple complexities of each day, I had begun to lose track, but I could not forget how it had all started and how I had gotten to this point...this was my 10th “second” in a row. As I had my legs raised and my diaper slipped under me, I began to daydream off in my own space. My journey to being Mommy Beth’s baby girl had started over a decade before. I was fully conscious now and as my wet diaper was mercifully changed into something dry, I looked at my Mommy’s radiant smile, sucked on my pacifier and began to daze back onto how it had all began... 10 Years Prior I had been a first year college freshman, away at school and away from the overbearing glares of my parental units. Freedom. Liberty. All that was awesome. This was finally afforded to me. I could hang out with who I wanted, i could stay up as late as I wanted, it was all at my fingertips. I took this newfound freedom to join groups online that would have been looked at as taboo and quite off putting by those around me; they’d certainly open me up to a large amount of ridicule at the very least. I’d grown up in a small conservative town in a rural environment hostile to change and free-thinking. So when I had the chance to bolt for greener pastures, I jumped on it and never looked back. It was finally an honest attempt at being able to finally distance myself from my past, no matter how twisted things may get in the future, for better or worse. I’d always had an interest in things that weren’t necessarily mainstream. Between my penchant for marihuana ingesting and love of ancient rock albums, I didn’t fit in with the popular groupings at school or within my own peer group. I was okay with that though, as I didn’t want to fit in, I yearned for more in my life than surrounding myself with a sad sass of sycophants ready to whoop it up over the woebegone tales of many a basketball game gone by. So when I’d been accepted into a school a million miles away from my throttled existence, I jumped at the chance to go. Sure, my family feigned sadness over my departure, but it was a necessary break for all of us. Little did I know, of course, that my break would be permanent. With the freedom now in front of me, I could finally utilize it to explore some inner voices in me that had been yearning to be out for some time, particularly in the sexual relations department. I’d long been interested in quite a few things, but I’d never gotten a chance to really explore them, other than spending scattered shots of time reading about them on an ancient dial up computer using AOL CDs as rocket fuel to the dark corners of the Interwebs. One thing in particular always drew my attention, and it was a strange one indeed. The sad truth was, I always had an intense interest in diapers. I couldn’t walk by a diaper aisle in a store without having my eyes glued to it. I couldn’t watch a diaper commercial on TV without doing the same, nor could I divert my attention elsewhere when my aunt changed my cousins. I had no attraction to children, of course. I wasn’t a pedophile...I just would whistfully imagine myself as the center star in a distant production of a diaper change by someone, anyone. It was a strange thing to think of, but I was borderline obsessed with it. Doing an internet search one day while the rest of my family was at a high school basketball game, I found a treasure trove of stories and the like that made me realize I wasn’t alone in my desires. Since I had nowhere to turn to in my immediate vicinity, I never acted on my desires, instead looking for new posts on forums at scattershot times to keep my desires going. Soon, I was off to my new locale; I’d been accepted into the University of Hawaii, a place I could finally branch out in. I could finally be myself, meet a new crowd, and could finally explore what really made me tick. I flew out from my rural habitat to Honolulu a week before classes started, so I could acclimate to my new surroundings. When I got to my dorm, I finally had an outlet, and a place for privacy. Being antisocial as I was, I’d requested that I be placed in a single unit. I had to share a bathroom, of course, but that was a small price to pay. Setting up shop in my room, I felt like I’d entered some sort of alien futurist paradise. The Internet wasn’t dial up, I had free cable. I felt like I’d died and gone to heaven. That night, I set up my computer and went out for food. I’d even bought a few decorations for my room, including a lacquered porcupine fish, which I’d planned to hang from my ceiling. After I’d gotten back in, I decided to surf the Internet before I fell asleep. It wasn’t long before I’d hit on my vices again. One thing led to another, and I’d soon found my way to a listing of Yahoo groups. I searched “ab/dl mommies” and a group jumped out. It was titled “AGE PLAY PERSONALS” and featured a host of people seeking, apparently, play partners. I decided to take a scattershot approach, and began IMing friend requests on a blanket scale, many to no avail. I’d given up, becoming disheartened by the results of my seemingly delusional adventure. If something sounds too good to be true, it probably is, I kept telling myself. As I’d changed into reading something non-fetish related, I received an alert. BethyBubbles9 had accepted my friend request and was now online. My heart jumped. It seemed a new adventure had begun...

Corporate Takeover The sound of the doorbell ringing brought the quiet house to life. Jack walked past his wife's office to the front door, curious to see who was at their door at such an early hour. He peered through the peephole to see who was at his door and was intrigued by the sight of a delivery man, but he couldn't see exactly what the man was holding. Jack knew it was probably a package filled with more corporate documents for his wife to mull over and sign, but he couldn't help but get his hopes up that it was the delivery he had been waiting for all week long. "I got a package for Jack-" "That's me." Jack replied quickly, excited to see that it was indeed his parcel. "Sign here." The man stated, handing Jack a clipboard which he quickly signed. "Thanks, you have a good day!" "You too!" Jack said as he took the box from the man and turned around with it in tow, closing the door behind him with his foot. Once in the living room, he sat the large, but light box down onto the floor and called out for his wife to join him. "Hey, Kimi! It finally came!" "That's nice to hear you came, but what's in the box?" Kimi waltzed into the room, holding a mug of hot tea. "That's funny, but our order of diapers finally came! The ones I was telling you about! " Unlike other married couples, Jack and Kimi not only shared a deep love for each other, but they also shared a rather unique kink for diapers and ageplay which only served to bring them closer together. They both stared at the box for a moment until Kimi handed Jack a letter opener which he looked at. "How did you know?" "Because if it was more documents from my work, you wouldn't have been this excited and called out to me like a kid at Christmas." Kimi explained with a grin. "That's a good point." Jack replied with a chuckle and took the letter opener from his wife. With a few strategic swipes, he dissected the top of the box and peeled open the cardboard flaps, exposing the treasure which awaited both of them within. Normally, he'd only order a ten pack to see if a new diaper was worth stocking up on, but this brand looked different than all the others. It seemed to be revolutionary, like when ABU had produced the first diaper capable of handing five thousand milliliters, but there was so much more to the product than capacity and design. Whoever had done the photoshoot for this particular diaper had gone the extra length to photograph the model in an incredibly accurate recreation of a nursery. Jack recalled seeing a giant crib and a bunch of baby toys all sized up for the woman who had been picked to model the diapers. This level of detail screamed out to Jack when he was viewing the company's product page. If they had gone to such lengths to make the woman look like an actual baby, in an actual nursery, then maybe the diaper would feel just as babyish as the woman had looked. "Why did you order so many?" Kimi asked before taking a sip from her mug. "Because, only a princess like you deserves the best." Jack smiled up at his wife. "True." Kimi nodded and looked past her husband at an odd object sitting on top of the diapers. "What's that?" Sitting on top of the pre wrapped packages of diapers was something a bit different; a small bundle of papers. "Looks like a few pages of instructions came with the diapers." Jack said with a smile. "That's pretty funny. Like we don't know how to use diapers." Kimi chuckled. Jack nodded and quickly glanced over the first page before replying. "Actually, it looks like some sort of agreement that we can sign." "What? Like a physical Terms of Service agreement?" Kimi cocked an eyebrow. "Kind of, but the way it's written...It sounds more like a document that you sign to enter into a contest or something. It promises an experience like no other; A 'blissful adult baby experience' unmatched by other companies." "That sounds silly, but let's sign it!" Kimi stated, a grin on her face. After they both signed the document, a very bizarre thing occurred; the paper started glowing while simultaneously emitting a sonic pulse. The high pitched chirp brought both Kimi and Jack to their knees as they quickly covered their ears, shielding their ear drums from the agonizing frequency. Things only grew more painful as a bright light pierced into the living room, engulfing both himself and his wife. As time slowed, Jack felt like the energy was being ripped from his very being as every molecule in his body screamed out in torment. His head was pulsing with excruciating pain while his heart steadily started beating faster and faster until he couldn't even differentiate when it wasn't beating. Needless to say, it was beating faster than it ever had before. While his brain struggled to handle the sonic sound bombarding his brainwaves and his heart racing faster than a formula one race car, his kidneys were positively burning as every fiber of the organ was radiating an extreme heat. With his last conscious thought, he gazed over at the love of his life and saw her staring back at him as they both struggled to endure the excruciating pain. Kimi toppled over, her body being taken by the near blinding light. The sight of his beloved vanishing before his very eyes sapped his soul of the strength needed to fight the cosmic bombardment of his physical form. With what few thoughts were allowed to him, he realized that he had nothing left to fight for and allowed his body to succumb to the pain. 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My boyfriend looked at me, pleading with his eyes and then with his voice. “Please baby, this is too much. I can’t keep living like this. I’m a man.” But I just smiled and turned off the Hataichi Magic Wand. “I guess you won’t be cumming today. Maybe tomorrow when you learn how to act like a real baby.” I dragged out the word baby as long as possible while adding as much sugary sweetness to my voice as possible. This wasn’t me being cruel, he had begged me for this after all. I remember it as if it were yesterday. I was in bed with him, putting him in one of his white diapers with the little bunnies on it. The diaper was so thick, so crinkly. And in my mind it was so annoying. I suspected he loved them more than me. But I loved him so I said we could play. Diapers were odd but as long as it was foreplay we could make it work. I rubbed my hand on the white patterned diaper that trapped his cock and balls inside. He moaned as I continued rubbing. My ears perked up. That noise is something I hadn’t heard in a while. It was music to my ears. “Are you close to cumming baby?” I taunted softly. I leaned forward, my breasts rubbing against his chest as he closed his eyes to feel the sensation. “Yes…” he gasped slightly. His eyes were closed in contentment. I reached for the tapes to open his diaper up so he couldn finish like a man. I was going to ride him until he had an epic orgasm that would leave him gasping for air. I wanted his cum to explode inside of me. I wanted to ride him and feel him grow inside of me. But this time, he said quietly. “Don’t.” He didn’t want me to remove the diaper. He insisted I keep it on. He insisted it felt good when he splashed his cum into his thirsty diaper. Instead of cumming inside of me, he preferred this infantile act of making stickies. So I let him have his wish. I let him cum into his diaper. His entire body tensed up and then he relaxed. I smiled as he curled up next to me, his cheek resting on my chest as we basked in the post orgasm glow. “Baby like cumming in his diapers huh?” He nodded quietly. “Wanna cum like that more often?” He nodded. “What if that was the only way you could cum?” He didn’t respond. But something about it made me tingle inside. If he wanted to waste his precious cum like that, he’d learn to regret it. The next time we were together, I asked him again. But this time was different. I was edging him. It had been over an hour. I brought him close to climaxing over and over, only to pull him back down and let him cool off. I told him if this was too much for him, I could stop. He could go back into his diapers, the ones he loved so much. But he wasn’t going to cum. “Please let me cum baby, please?” And then I saw it. His eyes had grown dark and needy. Something had broken inside of him. He was mine. So I asked him again. “What if this was the only way you could cum?” He needed it at this point. More than water. “Yes!” He gasped as I dragged my fingers softly over the head of his penis again. “Just let me cum.” “Where do you want to cum?” I teased as I nibbled on the sensitive head of his penis, flicking my soft tongue back and forth. I was so greedy for the glistening pre-cum that was leaking from his cock. “In my diapers?” Poor boy looked like he was going to cry. I was pushing him to his limit. “And only in your diapers?” I asked. “Yes,” he was shaking now. “Only in my diapers from now on. Please babe. I only want to cum in my diapers from now on. Please.” I love it when he begs. I pulled the diaper between his legs, taking great care to try and touch his cock as little as possible. Poor guy was going to become a premmie if we weren’t careful. Barely whipping it out before jizzing just inches before my sweet, sweet pussy. But his fate was going to be much worse. I taped him up and then grabbed the magic wand and gave him a mind blowing orgasm. His body spasmed as he moaned louder than I had ever heard before. I heard the crinkles of the diaper as his feet kicked, flexing the leak guards. As he came the plastic on the diaper stretched to its limit. In the post cum glow, I stroked his hair and gave him a kiss on the forehead. “Good boy.” I said. But he’d told me what he wanted. He had told me what he needed. He wanted this. He needed this. The next time we had sex he was pounding me from behind when I told him to get off me and rolled him on his back and put him in thick pink diapers. He complained, but I reminded him that he told me this is what he wanted. I told him to hump me from behind because he wanted to only cum in diapers from now on. He had said it. He had wanted it. I pushed my ass into his diapered crotch as he thrust over and over seeking relief. We had sex again the next day, and right when he was ready to cum I just stood up and tossed him a diaper. I told him he had to put it on after all if he was going to cum. I told him if he wanted he could touch me while he humped the mattress. Or if he wanted to cum like a girl, he could use the wand. He was shocked. I think he didn’t realize how long this was going to last. But in the post orgasm glow I patted the front of his now cum filled diaper and reminded him that he was my strong little man. And I spooned him from behind and coaxed him to sleep. One day I caught him masturbating in my bathroom. He was hiding from me trying to rub one out like the naughty boy he was. That night after binding him to the bed for what he thought was gonna be kinky sex, I put ice on his penis and shrank it down to a pathetic size. A week in chastity solved his naughty masturbation habit. It didn’t cross me again. I controlled his orgasms. I controlled when he was going to cum. He started to get cranky after two weeks of that. “Come on babe,” he started whining. “Can we have normal sex?” I just smiled and said that he’s the one who told me this is what he wanted. And I couldn’t possibly be a good girlfriend unless I gave him what he needed. Right? He threw a temper tantrum that night, so I didn’t let him cum. I just put him in his nighttime diaper and went to bed. I had invested in locking plastic pants. He wasn’t taking them off until I unlocked him anyway. Soon he figured it out. If he hoped for any relief, he’d be a good boy and cum in his diapers. Six months of this he started automatically getting the diapers out at night. My good little boy was trained at this point. He’d lay in the bed, wait for me to diaper him and then get permission to hump my leg or the pillows. I’d giggle watching him crinkle back and forth until he shuddered to his pathetic completion. His round bottom looked gorgeous in those diapers. So infantile, juxtaposed with his strong muscles and deep voice. He was my baby boy, seeking relief. But one day I told him, “We can have sex like adults do. No diapers tonight.” He grinned and I saw the Alpha come back into his eyes. That night he pulled me close and then flipped me over, his masculine shoulders, large hands fondling my breasts as he prepared to mount his prize. I looked at him dead in the eyes and told him I wanted him to grow inside of me. I wanted his cum inside of me. I wanted him to have me. From behind me I heard his breath quicken as he got ready to ravage me. But nothing happened. He was quiet. And I smiled. “What’s wrong?” I asked innocently. “Give me a sec,” he mumbled. But the seconds turned to minutes. And I just lay there waiting for him to take me like the man that he said he was. I heard him fumbling around. I heard him curse. But he didn’t know what I knew. He couldn’t get hard right now even if I offered him the world. He wasn’t going to get hard unless he felt the soft embrace of a diaper around his penis. He wasn’t going to cum unless he felt the crinkly plastic between his legs. He wasn’t going to cum like a man ever again. He’d cum like the little baby he was. “Do you need a diaper baby?” I asked him spinning around and seeing the shock in his eyes. He denied it. He just needed a moment. Nerves he claimed. Stressful day at work. He was tired. Sure baby, bring on the excuses. You’ll learn soon enough. But the days turned to weeks and I knew my boy hadn’t cummed yet. I heard him sobbing in the bathroom as he tried to masturbate. Unable to even get the tiniest of erections. Those days I stood outside the door listening to him and when he exited I’d be calmly sitting at the table with concern in my eyes asking him if he “needed help with something.” Finally one night, we were in bed when he pulled out the diaper. He asked me if he could wear it during sex tonight. “You don’t want to try sex like a man?” My deep brown eyes bore into his soul. I needed to hear it. “I just…” he looked everywhere but at me. “Baby,” I smiled. “Look at me.” “I just want the diapers.” “So you want the diapers?” “Yes.” “You want to cum in the diapers like a baby?” He was quiet. But nodded. “Baby, say it.” I pushed his chin up so he was looking directly at me. “I want to cum in my diapers like a baby.” So I had him lay on his back. I pulled out baby powder to his surprise and sprinkled his privates with it. Next, I opened up the thick diaper, had him lay on top of it as I raised the plastic between his legs. I took my time taping it up. I checked the fit, making sure I made it rustle loudly. I kept making his diaper crinkle. I felt his penis grow inside the plastic prison which caused me to smile. “Okay baby, you can hump the pillows now. Be a good boy and do it quickly. I have work in the morning.” I stroked his back, patted his diaper butt and gave him encouragement as he rocked back and forth. I reminded him how much of a good little boy he was. I took my hands and reached underneath him fondling the plastic above his member. He shuddered and collapsed into the bed, exhausted, tired and spent. But the moan he let out was worth it. I pulled him close so he was to little spoon and kissed the back of his neck. “Good baby” I said. Then I told him. I was leaving him. I didn’t want a baby who could only cum like a baby. I wanted a man. I needed a man, like he needed his crinkly baby diapers. He protested. He begged. But each time I just pointed to his diaper and told him that’s all the evidence I needed. Enjoy cuming like a baby from now on. Find someone who’ll want to change your diapers. He was trapped. And the beautiful thing, I couldn’t wait to turn the next man I met into my little pathetic diaper baby. Because that’s all men are anyway. 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”Honey” Jen my fiancee called from outside the bedroom. I was lying on the bed trying to maintain control of my bladder so that I would not wet my diaper for the third time that evening. ”Mia tells me you were a good boy tonight,” Jen said as she entered the bedroom. ”Oh, you look so cute in your sleeper” Mia had dressed me in a blue, white and red striped, zip-up, drop seat sleeper, earlier that night when she double diapered me for the evening. ” I halfta use the potty mommy” I whined to Jen as she walked over to me and sat down on the bed. ”Now baby, Mia told me you already had a few accidents earlier tonight when you were playing, and you know the potty is off-limits for the next few weeks as we sort out whether or not you are ready to go back to using it.” ”but mommmmyyyy, I really have to go!” I whined again as Jen unbuttoned her blouse and removed the clasp on her nursing bra. Jen pulled me into her breast and coaxed me to nurse before she continued. ”Baby just relax, after your feeding, if you still have to use the toilet we can discuss it further.” Jen and I both knew that by the time I was done nursing I would have wet as well as probably messed my diaper as this was becoming my regular feeding routine. I clenched down harder as I nursed and began to whimper softly as I sucked. I could feel the pressure begin to build in my stomach and begin to slowly lose control as the warm liquid gently flowed out of me and into my already drenched diaper. Jen stroked my hair and began to praise me. ”Such a good baby wetting his diaper for mommy.” Pulling me closer into her breast. It seemed Jen now instinctively knew when I was using my diapers. ”You see baby, mommy knows what is best for her little boy” At that moment I lost all control and resigned myself to wetting the diaper completely. As the disposable reached its limit I could feel the warm liquid trickle past the leg guards and begin to soak into the snap-on cloth cover which had been placed overtop by Mia earlier. Jen reaches down and slipped a finger into the leg opening of my diaper through the drop-seat in the sleeper. ”My, my baby you are sooo wet... You’re sopping.” Jen pulled her hand out and moved it to the front of the diaper and began to stroke me through the sodded padding. ”Does this feel good baby?” Jen asked as she continued to kneed the padding into my hard dick. I could feel the pressure continue to build towards in my bum as Jen continued to stroke and massage the swollen padding. I squirmed in Jen's arms and she recognized immediately what the problem was. ”Does my baby have a sore tummy?” Jen inquired moving her hand upwards towards my lower abdomen. I whimpered again with Jen's breast still in my mouth. ”Baby go ahead and use your diaper, that is what they are for.” Jen said continuing to rub my tummy. The pressure continued to build in my bottom as she rubbed and pushed gently. I tried to control myself but after a moment the pressure became too much and I felt the diaper begin to expand at the back as the warm mess made its way into the seat of my diaper. ”Such a good boy following mommies instructions. See there is no need for you to worry about the potty right now.” Jen moved her hand back down to the front of my diaper and began to rub again. ”Are you going to make another mess for mommy?” Jen asked as she resumed rubbing me through the soddened padding. I could feel the mess in the seat of my pants begin to cool and while Jen's hand felt so good I was utterly humiliated at the moment. I continued to whimper and cry softly as Jen stroked me over and over. It felt so good that I thrust my hips up to meet her hand. The mass is my seat being pulled away as I did. ” I want to cum so badly mommy,” I said to Jen before she pulled me back towards her breast. ”Keep nursing baby. We need to make sure we replace everything you have been putting out today” she chuckled. I could feel the warm breast milk slipping down my throat with a sweet taste that only Jens breasts could bring me. My load continued building inside me and the pleasure we so intense that I winced as Jen continued to rub the wet material into my swollen member. All at once I pulled away from Jen's breast and cried out in pleasure as warm loads pulsed from my raging dick. ”Mommies baby certainly enjoyed himself didn't he.” My bottom came smashing down into my mess causing it to spread towards the leg gatherers as I collapsed into Jen’s arms. ”Come on Baby.” Jen coaxed as she moved me back onto her breasts. ” Let us finish up and then we can change your bottom before bed.” As I relatched onto Jen’s breast she looked down at me and said:” I think you will be staying in diapers for quite a while.”

Jen and I had been dating for about six months when it happened. We met online through a dating website and connected well through the first couple of days. Jen was a tall, strong independent woman with blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that made me absolutely melt when she looked at me. She was everything that I had ever wanted in a partner. I was madly in love with her and could not understand what she saw in me. I was average in very respect of my life. Average height, average looks, average house. The only thing that wasn’t average was my employment. I had various online income streams that allowed me to work very little and still earn and above average income. Other than that though, there was really nothing special about me. Jen certainly wasn’t after me for my money either, she was self employed and was quiet well off herself. As a silent partner in several businesses she certainly did not need my money to sustain herself. No, Jen was after something else with me. It was clear that what she was attracted to was the power dynamic in our relationship. Jen was in charge. That was clear from the very beginning. She made it quiet clear, without saying it directly, that she was going to be making the decisions and I was along for the ride. Jen had told me we would be moving in together after four months, and we would be renting out my place as another income stream. After five months together Jen had picked out her engagement ring and emailed me the details of where I could pick it up. A not so subtle hint of where our relationship was headed. Honestly, I couldn’t believe how fortunate I was to be in love with a women that was so good to me. I couldn’t have been happier. Then it happened. Jen informed me on a Tuesday morning that we would be starting a new fitness program. The program had been recommended to her by her friends Mia and Anne who had suggested it as the best way to get into shape for both of us before the wedding. The program would include exercise twice a day, a new diet specially designed for both of us, and hypnosis at night to reinforce the habits we were building for ourselves. It didn’t surprise me that Jen would have something like this in mind. As much as she didn’t need to work on her figure, I definitely could work on mine. Jen was always consulting with Mia on the latest health trends and Jen and Anne owned a medical supply store together which Anne managed and Jen owned a significant share. Jen informed me that we would begin doing yoga first thing in the morning, followed by meal plans supplemented by shakes, additional yoga in the evening, and capped off with hypnotic tapes overnight...

The Holiday that changed me So it is time for me to share with everyone a little story, about when I was lucky enough to meet someone who would soon become very dear to me, a wonderful person that I spent many happy times with. It happened while I was away on holiday visiting some family, just me and my wife visiting her mother in beautiful part of the country by the sea. Seeing as they both got little time to see each other, I was given time to head off and do what I wished. I love to go sea fishing and this was one of the best places to be so I indulged myself. I should mention that while I have a few hobbies, including fishing, one of the things I have developed is a great passion for nappies, plastic pants and many other things from the adult baby world. For many years I have loved nothing more than to come home and fasten myself into a nappy, usually covered in frilly panties or plastic ones. I am lucky enough to have a very understanding wife who lets me indulge in my wearing, but she does not have a part in it, but it is a arrangement that we are both happy with. That being said, she knows it means a lot to me so I am allowed to have my friends in the AB world, the ones that I already have and any new ones that I am fortunate enough to find. So on the second day of the holiday I woke and wondered what to do for the rest of the day, I was free to drive off to anywhere on the island and do what I want. I decided to go fishing again but made sure that I picked up some supplies on the way, namely some disposable nappies and plastic pants. I did not bring any with me but these are available in a few different shops where I stayed. I thought that that was about as exciting as it would get for the day but I was going to be proven wrong in a big way. Having bought everything I needed somewhere to go and change, but there were no toilets or anything to be found anywhere. I carried on to where I was going to be fishing, which was a quite deserted beach with only a few private beach huts at the end. Having had a quick look around it became apparent that there was no-one to be seen. With me having a very large 4 x 4 I thought that I could just jump straight into the back and change there before putting my pants and fishing waders on. So I set about changing myself when I heard a voice calling out a name, then the same name a few seconds later. Next thing I know there is a dog sitting at the back of my jeep looking up at me, not moving off, not even when I told it to go away. Suddenly a woman comes around the corner to collect the dog, as I am sitting there in my underwear with a bag of nappies and plastic pants next to me. I try to cover everything up but she says not to worry as my secret was safe with her. She then explained that a friend of hers has a liking for the same things and if I would like, she owns one of the cabins at the end of the beach and I can use it to change. I kindly accept her offer, she hands me a key for the padlock and says just to lock up and push the key under the door when finished. With this she fastens the dog on his lead and starts to walk off, she then turned her head and says if you want to keep the key you can have a change hear whenever you need one. I thanked her once again as she walked off, still quite shocked at the kind generosity of this lady. So off I headed to the beach hut she had told me to use. Outside the door I looked at it to find it well kept with what looked like a new coat of paint, so with still a slight doubt in my mind I opened the padlock and then opened the door. Walking inside it was a pleasant little place, a small table with cups and saucers on, a small stove for boiling water, two folding chairs and sun loungers, then to my surprise a folding camp bed. This was perfect for my needs so after undressing I lay down on the bed and fastened myself into the first nappy of my holidays. The smell of the baby powder gave me that special feeling inside once again. All nappied up I left the hut but decided to keep the key for now, headed back to my car and put my waders on, now slightly more snug in the bum. Then it was off fishing with many things going through my mind. The next day I went back to my now favourite fishing spot (for obvious reasons), to see if the mysterious lady was at her beach hut. There was no sign of her but I opened the hut with my key anyway. To my surprise there was a note on the small table inside, reading as follows. "Hello there my little one, this is a little note from your new aunty to say she was hoping that you would be back sometime. I will be out for my daily walk with my dog later on and if you are still here would love to meet again". At first I did not know what to do, but when I turned around and saw what was lying on the small bed at the back I nearly feinted. There, lying in the open was a diaper, some pink plastic pants and a babies bottle. I decided that this was too good an opportunity to turn down. So I left the hut, locking the door behind me and went about my fishing, wondering just how long it would be before she appeared. I had been fishing for about two hours when out of the corner of my eye I spotted someone walking towards me down the beach, no sign of any dog though. I carried on and slowly the person got closer until I realised it was her, my heart now starting to pound faster and faster. When she got up to me she said how nice it was to see me again and asked if I had been in her beach hut yet, I told her that I had, I'd read the note and liked everything I saw. She asked me if I wanted to join her for a drink so I said yes and started to pack my things away, while she went ahead to her beach hut. I packed my car and tentatively walked towards where she was, she greeted me at the door and told me to come in. She then asked me if I was already wearing a nappy, to which I answered no. She then said would I like to and hesitating slightly I told her yes please Aunty, she then said "aren't you just the cutest one ever, now go and lay down on the bed", she then took my shoes off and started to unzip and pull down my jeans, I resisted slightly but was told that aunty would be gentle and take care of everything. So there I am lying down naked from the waist down, with a nappy under my botty. Baby powder is then added and the nappy is pulled up between my legs and then tapes fastened on either side. All this time I am just concentrating on controlling my little clitty, as you can imagine, it is getting very excited at this point. With the diaper in place, the pink plastic panties are pulled into place and then she replaces my jeans and shoes. She then tells me she forgot to get some milk for a drink, so we will have to go to the cafe down the beach, to which I am very surprised as I will be out in public with a woman I know very little about. But it would seem I have no choice. Once inside I am told to get a seat while aunty gets the drinks, after about five minutes aunty comes over with 2 hot chocolates and some cookies. Chapter 2 So there I was sitting in the cafe having a drink, enjoying a little chat about me and my nappy wearing and getting on so well. After about a hour we had our second cup of hot chocolate. By this time I was starting to feel the need to go and relieve my little clitty, but Aunty could see me starting to fidget about and had other ideas. She leaned across the table and whispered to me that she wanted me to do something for her. Firstly she got up and came to sit on the chair next to me, then she put her hand on the front of my jeans and started to rub me very gently. She said that I was going nowhere until I wet my nappy for her, as that was why she put me in it in the first place. I became very nervous about this as although I have wet before when in public, it was that she wanted me to wet for her. But as she continued to rub, she was whispering to me, "go on, wet for aunty, let it all out, be a good baby and aunty will change you again". It was after this that I felt myself giving in and just let go. There I was sitting in a cafe with a relative stranger, with a wet nappy on, with pink plastic pants on top. She then got up, took my hand and asked me to come with her. When we went outside I was expecting to go back to the hut but we turned in the opposite direction and started to walk down the beach the other way. To my surprise we went up to the next house along the beach and stood at the gate. She then turned to me and said something that shocked me, "you can either have your diaper changed at the hut or in my house" pointing to the big house in front of us. I was so unsure what to do and Aunty could tell that I was nervous, so she said I won't pressure you so come back to the hut, let me change you, and if you would like to visit me tomorrow, I will meet you when you are fishing again but please set up in front of my house. I agreed to this and that was the way we went. Back to the hut, a clean-up and a fresh diaper. While I was dressing she left saying please lock up and maybe tomorrow. The next day I got up as usual and when none of my family was around, I put the nappy back on that Aunty had changed me into the day before. I left as usual for my days fishing with butterflies in my stomach due to wondering what was going to happen that day. I left and went to the beach and started fishing as normal, quietly hoping inside that Aunty would come out of her lovely big house behind me. After about an hour, I was greeted at my side by a familiar looking dog and then walking down the beach came Aunty. She came across to me, looking as friendly as ever and asked if I was ready to spend the day with her, so I nervously said yes. With that she put her hand into her pocket and pulled out a pink dummy, she pushed it into my mouth and said that it was to remain there until she told me otherwise. So there I was packing away my things standing in the middle of a beach with a pink dummy in my mouth. Once I had packed my things away, she told me to put my car in the driveway around the side, it was then that someone walked passed me and saw me driving with the dummy in my mouth. I was greeted at the back door by Aunty and taken inside. Once inside I was asked whether or not I had my nappy on, to which I told her I was wearing the one she changed me into the day before. She said that I was very good, asked me to take my shoes off and follow her to the living room. It was then that she started to tell me that I was not the first adult baby she had looked after; her late husband had been one also before she lost him. This started me thinking as to how far she wanted to take this, and I could feel the pressure building on my clitty, but nothing would prepare me for what would happen for the rest of the day. I was asked to follow her to her special room, so up we got and I followed her upstairs and down the hallway to the end. She opened the door and in front of me was a large room with huge cot, changing table, highchair and buggy / stroller. I just stood there in silence and looked out in amazement, but my silence was broken by my over excited clitty giving up and flooding my nappy. Aunty heard this and told me not to worry, she would take care of everything if I wanted to be her little sissy for the day. This was something I just could not refuse and said to Aunty "me be your sissy pweeze". She said it would be her pleasure and asked me to take my clothes off and climb onto her changing table. This I did, and that is where my day of days began, me lying in a nursery on a changing table in nothing but a wet nappy with a woman who wanted me to be her little sissy for the day. Aunty changed my diaper and put some fresh plastic lined, pink satin pants on me, which left me in no doubt as to what my other clothes would be like. Sure enough a white satin petticoat with a net skirt was next to be added, followed by some over the knee stockings, but the dress she wanted me to wear was something quite special. Aunty said that it had been made some time ago but never worn. It was pink satin and lace trim around the neck, hem and sleeves, with a huge big bow attached. The sleeves where all puffy and frilly, but everything seemed to fit perfect. The petticoat made the dress stick out at the bottom just enough so that my panties where on display. Finally Aunty said that she wanted to put a set of baby reins on me to keep me close to her. When she fitted these, I was struggling to keep my little clitty under control but fortunately Aunty had not noticed. She then asked me to follow her back downstairs to her kitchen, this I did but very carefully so that I didn't slip over in my stocking feet. When we got there, the first thing I noticed was the highchair, I didn't get chance to notice anything else as Aunty picked me up and put me straight in the chair, and proceeded to attach my reins to the clips on the seat. A tray was put in place and Aunty brought over a bottle and some cookies for me. She fed me the cookies and then gave me the bottle to drink, closely followed by another one when it was empty. After the second bottle, I was starting to feel the need to go for a pee pee again. Aunty sensed this and just told me it was ok to let it all out sitting where I was. This I did and it brought a smile from Aunty. I was taken back to the nursery, put on the changing table and asked to hold up my dress and petticoat in order for Aunty to change me. She took of my wet diaper and cleaned me off but while she was applying the some cream, my clitty started to grow again, only this time there was no place to hide it. She said that judging by the reaction my clitty was showing, I must enjoy being a sissy and wearing my nappies. I just nodded my head in agreement, but before I could do anything else I started making creamies everywhere, Aunty just giggled and cleaned me up. I was put into a fresh cloth diaper this time with clear panties with little hearts all over them. Aunty then lifted me off the table and took me over to the large pushchair, she picked me up and lowered me in, pulled the straps over my shoulders and then up between my legs and put a dummy in my mouth. She then wheeled me out of the room and down the hallway into what must have been her bedroom. At the far side of it was a large bay window where the sun was shining in, Aunty then pulled up the sunshade on my stroller and told me it was my nap time and she would be back later to check on me. She switched on a hi-fi with some soft music playing and before I knew it, I was fast asleep.

this is part one of a commission series by kasarberang from Daily diapers. Daniel. Berang was head manager of Delta luier, A 5-star hotel, and one of the top hotels in the USA. Daniel was a professional at his job and was a bit of a workaholic. In the last 7 years that he worked there, he had only used one sick day due to breaking his foot but still managed to work while in the hospital. He just had one tiny problem. He was a hard ass. If things weren’t done the way he wanted it, then he would call you into his office to lecture you for an hour or more. Not helping was his short height at 5’ 6”. For some of the taller employees, it was like being lectured by a teenager. *************** “What did bill do this time?” Kamy asked as she clocked in for her job and walked past the manager’s office where she could hear Daniel yelling at one of their coworkers. “Didn’t fold the towels the right way again,” jacky tells her while on her brake. “Man, that guy really needs to get that pitchfork out of his ass,” Kamy mentions as she listens to the yelling. “Sounds like he needs a vacation.” Dela, a new employee who just started working at the hotel last month, mentions. “My sisters own a small resort. Think he would go?” “Naw. that hard-ass would never go. Hell, unless he was fired or something there is no way he would be away from work for very long.” Kamy tells them. “Actually, instead of being fired, why not force him to take the vacation?” Jacky suggests as she gets an idea. “Come on, we need to talk to everyone.” ******** Like that, the 3 women managed to talk to most of the other employees of the hotel before contacting the regional manager of the hotel. They told him all about how hard-working Daniel was and explained that he has never had a vacation since he started working as the manager. They told him that all the other employees pitched in to pay for a small vacation and needed the regional managers to help to force Daniel to take a vacation. The regional manager was very impressed with Daniel and seeing the hard work he put into the hotel and the support he has from his employees. The regional manager agreed to help them give Daniel a vacation. And give the employees a vacation from Daniel. ************ “What the hell am I doing here?” Daniel asked annoyed as he got out of the taxi and was standing in front of a large farmhouse. Daniel was 5'6'' with long brown hair down to his shoulders that covered his right eye. Dew to an embarrassing accident as a kid, his right eye was blind. His once brown eye was now a milky color. To hide the eye he grew his hair long to cover it and hide it from anyone. His normal work suit and tie was now replaced with a casual T-shirt and Shorts. Last week, Daniel received a call from the regional manager of the hotel who congratulated him on all his hard work and was told that all of his employees had come together to pay for him to take a 3-week vacation. All expenses paid. Daniel appreciated the thanks but said he did not want the vacation. He would much rather be at work than doing nothing. But the regional manager insisted and would not take no for an answer. In the end, Daniel was forced to accept the vacation. “Cheap bastards,” Daniel grumbled as he looked at the large 3 story farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. “Couldn’t they at least send me to Hawaii or something?” From the pamphlet he got just before he boarded his flight to come here, this was supposed to be a new hotel converted out of an old-style farmhouse. “Welcome to Cubus Farm! We guarantee to relieve you of any stress and worries of adult life while pleasing guests in many ways.” the pamphlet read. Right… someone probably just inherited their grandpa’s farm and turned it into a cheap hotel. Daniel just wanted to get this vacation over with and go back to work as soon as possible. While he was busy complaining to himself about the hotel and checking his phone to find out there was no service around him, he didn’t notice the taxi drive away until it was too late. “Hey wait! I haven’t gotten my stuff!” Daniel shouted as the taxi was already too far away for him to chase after to get his things. “shit!” Daniel immediately tried to call the cab company to have them send their driver back but was meet with no service. “What the? How can I not have any service?” Daniel asked himself as he started moving the phone all around himself trying to find a signal. “Fucking hell.” Daniel hurried into the farmhouse and hoped he could use their phone to call the taxi before it was too late. The front door chimed as he walked inside and it was exactly as he imagined it to be. It looked like how you would imagine an old farmhouse to look like. Filled with old furniture, pictures and nicknacks all over the walls, and the strange feeling as if he had walked into his grandparent’s home as a kid. The only thing that didn’t look as old was a little desk near the front door and beside a staircase that was unmanned. ‘Sloppy. What establishment doesn’t have someone at the front desk at all times?’ Daniel thought to himself. “Hello? Anyone here?” Daniel asked Daniel heard a strange noise coming from another room before he heard footsteps running in his direction. Suddenly they were coming from his right and he had to fully turn his head to see what the noise was. It felt like I was hit in the face by two large bean bags that knocked him to the floor! “Oh, I'm so sorry sweetie! I didn’t see you!” a woman shouted as Danieli sat up to see what had hit him. Looking up, way up, was a woman who was roughly 6'4'' with short golden blonde hair and blue eyes while wearing a light blue dress. But it was her two large breasts that caught Daniels’s attention. He had never seen someone with G size breast before. “Here let me help you up sweetie.” the woman said with a bright smile as she reached out her hand to help him up. “Now then, where are your parents?” “Parents?” Daniel replied confused. He might have been short but he had never been mistaken for a child before. “No miss, I’m the one with a reservation under Daniel Berang, And im in my 20’s.” “Oh dear, silly me. One second sweetie and I’ll get you checked in.” the woman said as she goes behind her desk and pulls out a book. She quickly writes a few things down before handing over a room key. “Your room is just up these stairs in room 3,” the woman tells him as she gestures to nearby stairs. “Is there anything else I could do for you?” “Yes, I was hoping I could use your phone. The taxi drove off with my bags and I would like to get them back.” “I'm so deeply sorry. But we actually do not have any phones here.” the woman tells him with her bright smile. “You, what?” Daniel asked deeply confused as to how they could not have any phones? “Here at Cubus Farm, we provide an escape from the outside world. That includes the temptation of the internet or phone.” the woman tells me “Wait, but what if you have an emergency!” Daniel shouted. “How could you run any form of business without phones?” “We have emergency alarms all over the farm for firers or other emergencies that send a signal to the nearest fire stations or police. We also stock up on supplies every two weeks so no one needs to leave as often sweetie,” she tells me while handing over a little pamphlet explaining more. “As for your clothes and the taxi, we can provide temporary clothing replacements and my sister can check on your taxi in about 3 days when she goes for supplies.” Daniel let out a low grown as he thought this was very stupid but he didn’t have much of a choice besides walking who knows how far to the nearest working phone. “Fine. I'll take what I can get. What room was I in again?” Daniel asked. “You are in room 3. We hope to bring you such amazing pleasure!” the woman said with a sickly sweet smile. Daniel tried to ignore this and just go to his room to lay down for a moment to gather his thoughts on the situation. But as he was walking up the stairs beside the front desk woman, Daniel couldn't help himself but take a peek over at her one more time at her enormous tits from above. “Yes, sweety?” the woman asked as she looked up at Daniel as he passed and caused him to blush. “N-nothing,” Daniel replied as he hurried off to his room and shut the door. “Dela sent over a real cute one this time.” the desk woman said as she licks her lips, I can't wait to see how he tastes.” ************** Daniel let out a long sigh as he flopped onto the bed before letting out a moan into his pillow. 3 weeks of no phone or internet, Not even his own clothes. Now he had to figure out what he needed to do now. As he wondered what he should do, his jet lag and exhaustion from the trip here began to make him tired as his eyes grew heavy. ******** Knock, Knock, Knock. “Housekeeping.” someone called from the hallway and woke Daniel up. Daniel got up from the bed and yawned before looking at a nearby clock to see that he had taken a 3-hour nap. Another knock on the door followed by someone saying housekeeping. “Im coming!” Daniel called back before yawning again and stretching for a moment. When he opened the door, he was once again greeted with two large breasts right in front of him. At first, he thought it was the same desk woman from before but when he looked up he saw it was a completely different woman standing before him. This woman was even taller than the one at the front desk, probably around 6” 8’ with long wavy dark brown hair and green eyes. “Good evening sir. My sister told me you were in need of some spare clothes due to your taxi diving off with yours.” the woman said with a polite tone. “We deeply apologize for any problems you have while you're staying here and wish to provide you with a temporary change of clothes.” The woman handed over a small stack of clothes to Daniel. “Dinner will be ready in just an hour. If you need anything else please let my sister or myself know.” the black-haired woman tells him before walking away. A big smile on her face after seeing who their new guest was. Daniel just shut the door and went back to the bed to look at what he got. He reserved a t-shirt and shorts with the Cubus Farm’s logo on both and he reserved a footie pajama with the logo on it as well. No doubt from a little gift shop they might have. Daniel sighed and shook his head at the poor selection. “I'll just see if I can get a ride into town tomorrow to get my bags, or at least to the nearest clothing store,'' Daniel tells himself as he folds up the clothes and hopes he wouldn't have to wear them for long. For the first time since coming to the room, Daniel took a look around the room. It was a small and simple room with the bed taking up ⅓ of the space. Beside the bed was a little dresser that Daniel put his clothes into. On the other side of the room was a small bookshelf with a random assortment of books and a mini-fridge beside it. The fridge had a small variety of waters, juice, or sodas. Though sadly no alcohol. On the other side of the bed was a sliding glass door leading to a balcony with a small table and chair. Outside you could see and hear the farm animals in the back. Beside the door to the room was a small bathroom with only a sink and toilet. “What type of hotel doesn't have a shower?” Daniel wondered. “I need to remember to review this place when I get home. Already I'm not liking what I'm seeing.” Before Daniel could think about it anymore, there was a knock at his door again. He quickly opened the door and was once again greeted by breasts in his face. These ones belonged to the front desk woman. “Y-yes?” Daniel says as he tries his hardest to look up at the tall woman and not down towards her breasts. “Hi, sweetie. I'm hoping you're enjoying your stay so far!” the woman said with a large smile on her face. “Tonight's dinner is just finishing up so come along with me on down to the dining room.” For a moment, Daniel wasn't sure if she was trying to be nice and show him the way, or patronizing him and treating him like a child. “Ok, just one moment miss,” Daniel says as he shuts the door and goes to wash his hands and face before dinner. With this being a public dinner, Daniel would have dressed up nicer just as he expected his guests to do at his hotel when the hotel served dinner. But with his clothes missing he would just have to make due with what he had on and hope he didn't make a bad impression on the other guest staying here. When he came out of the room, the woman was waiting patiently for him and show him the way to the dining room. The dining area was a large room with a single very long table. One that Daniel imagined a large family all sitting at to eat dinner. But something was a little odd. Only one section of the table had any food set out and there weren’t any other guests sitting at the table. “Come right along sweetie.” the woman said as she walked over to the end of the table and pulled out a sceat for him. “Thank you.” Daniel thanked her as he sat down and was pushed closer to the table. In front of him was a large bowl of french bread with plates and utensils at only 3 sceats of the table. Before Daniel could ask the front desk woman anything, a large bowl appeared hovering above him before two soft breasts were laying right on top of his head! “Im so sorry sir.” the black-haired woman said as she sat the large bowl of spaghetti onto the table. “I didn’t notice you were sitting there.” “I-it fine!” Daniel shouts as he blushes and turns away embarrassed. The two women look at each other for a moment and smile before taking their own seats at the table. “Um, where are all the other guests?” Daniel asked confused as to why he was sitting at the table with just the two employees. “There are no other guests silly.” the blond woman tells him. “You are the only one staying here.” “The only one?” Daniel responded confused. “We shut down our hotel a few weeks ago for special renovations.” the black haired woman tells him as she gets some spaghetti onto her plate. “Technically we are still shut down for another three weeks.” “Wait, what do you mean technically?” Daniel asked. “You see, our sister asked us to do her a favor and give you a relaxing weekend. So my sister and I decided to open our hotel early just for you.” the black-haired woman tells him. “Which reminds me. We haven't introduced ourselves yet. My name is Sarah. The owner of the hotel.” “I’m Emmy.” the blond woman said as she took Daniel's plate. “And we're looking forward to taking care of you for the next 3 weeks.” Sarah stood up and grabbed a pitcher of water to pour me a glass as Daniel looked up at the two women. Daniel felt a mixture of worry and excitement as the two beautiful women pours his drink and sat down his food. Their breasts practically in his face. realizing he was going to be spending the next 3 weeks with both of those big titty women. What could go wrong?

I was in my early twenties, bone thin, and weak. She was a few years older than me, and pretty physically fit. She was going out with me, but as the weeks passed, I began to wonder more and more why she was bothering with me. Maybe it was to tease me, but I didn't care. I was desperate, and she was giving me the attention I craved. "I think it's hilarious that you need a diaper," she teased. After she found out I was in diapers for an overactive bladder, she wouldn't let it go. I had come to expect comments like this. I still felt like I had a chance with her, I was naïve. What was to come next really changed all of that. "It takes a lot of strength to go through what I have been going through," I replied meekly, not really convinced myself of what I was saying. Without warning she grabbed my bare body and easily pinned me onto the bed. She took down my shorts, revealing my disposable underwear. With a few painful tugs, she soon had my shirt off as well. "Agh! You're hurting me--stop! Pleas..." "Only if you admit you're a pants wetting baby," She teased from somewhere behind my head, pinned to the mattress. I noticed then that the weight of her body on my lower abdomen was causing me to wet my diaper helplessly. "I give in--okay! I'm a pants wetting baby!" I cried. She took her weight off of me and lifted me up, so I was sitting in front of her on the bed. She didn't let go of me, keeping me close to her. Her skin was very warm. "There, better?" She asked. "Yeah," I replied anxiously. "Looks like you used the diaper again," she looked down at my soggy underpants and then into my eyes disappointedly. She shook her head slowly and closed her eyes. I didn't know what to say, I was too ashamed and afraid of her. I looked down at her crotch in red spandex shorts, because she was in front of my gaze. "You can't even control your little pee-er, and you want me to be your first time?" She said with sass. "It's--" "I know you want me desperately, don't lie." I felt an urge to pee and decided to let it gush out into my diaper without fighting it. She knew my bladder control was weak, what use was resisting any longer if I was in a diaper anyway? "You are beautiful," I gushed. "Well, maybe we can get you there someday, but first you need a potty training schedule..." She trailed off, placing her hand on my squishy diaper. Without a word she began to rub delicately and rhythmically, making soft mushy crinkle sounds. "Can you get an erection, or is that function gone too?" Soon I was a little bit aroused, but it was still fairly limp. I was a bit nervous to be in the presence of this woman. She was tough and clearly had control over the situation right now. Something about her natural scent made me feel afraid and like I needed to pee. Soon after she began rubbing, my erection was disappearing, only to be replaced by fresh gushes of warm pee, which were making an already sad diaper even more yellow. "Really?" She teased. "You poor thing." Before long she changed me into a clean diaper for bedtime. I couldn't sleep well that night beside her panties-clad bottom, as my back was pretty sore from where she had placed her weight on me. I really wished I could have had a good, masculine arousal going that would touch her panties. Maybe I could gently wake her, and we could get busy. Sadly the situation was so much different. Here I was surrounded by the diaper she'd put me in so I wouldn't pee on her in the night, and I had already gave in to bladder pressure and used it. As I reflected in silence, the urge to pee began to rise again. My crotch grew warm again and I held onto my girlfriend for comfort. I just wished she would hold me and not tease me anymore.

Chapter 1.

First Timer Jane the newlywed dialed her mother-in-law, Kathy. “Hi, Jane. How are you today?” “Good, good. Do you have a moment?” “Sure. Is Timmy okay?” She was anxious; she’d never even sent him away to camp, and now someone else owned him. “He’s fine,” Jane replied, looking through the living room to where Timmy was standing in the corner. “I’m having a little trouble with him and was hoping you could help me out.” “Of course. Whatever I can do.” Her son had been married to Jane for two, now almost three, days. It was a big transition for everyone but especially Tim, like it is for all men, and doubly so because he had only ever had one owner, his mom. When she gave him away, she knew Jane would do things a little differently than she had in rearing him to age twenty-three, but of course that was much easier for Kathy to understand than Timmy. “We’re having a little power struggle,” Jane reported. “Someone didn’t want to eat his vegetables because they’re not the way his mommy makes them, and that led to a tantrum, and now someone is waiting in the corner for a spanking.” “O my.” Kathy knew Jane was pro-spanking when she agreed to give her Timmy to her. Kathy was not pro-spanking. “Well, what can I do?” “Could you maybe have a little talk with him to reiterate things are different now and he needs to follow my directions?” “Um, I can. Won’t that undermine you?” She didn’t want to undermine Jane, and she didn’t want to participate in her son’s spanking in anyway. “No, I don’t want to force him if I don’t have to, and I think he’ll cooperate if he understands me being in charge means kn charge of everything. I know we’ve both had that talk with him several times, but one more time from you would help.” She drove hard a bargain on the dowry because, obviously, the best trained men didn’t need to be told that more than once. “But do you really have to spank him,” Kathy asked. She didn’t want her to. “Well, I definitely do now. I can’t go back on it the very first time I give him a punishment.” “No, I suppose not.” “And I may not in the future. We’ll just see how he responds to it. It doesn’t work on every man.” Though she knew it worked on the vast majority; she expected it would work very well on a man who needed it as much as Timmy did. “But since I told him he’s getting a spanking, I have to follow through.” “No, I agree,” Kathy said reluctantly. She hoped this would teach Jane to think twice before deciding on a spanking. “But I don’t want to scare him or traumatize the poor guy. I could force him, but I was hoping you’d have a little talk with him and maybe convince him to cooperate like a good boy.” Kathy didn’t respond for a moment. She was in a crummy position. She didn’t want her son spanked, but he wasn’t just her son anymore. Her son was married now, and she had to support her daughter-in-law. That would be best for Timmy in the long run. “Okay, I’ll do my best.” “Thank you. I’ll put you on speakerphone.” She did and walked to the living room, coming up behind her obstinate husband and taking him by the ear back to the sofa. “Ow ow ow,” Timmy whined. He was such a drama queen, but his ows only made Kathy more concerned. She swallowed it down. Sitting on the sofa with him, Jane said, “Your mother is on the phone and has something to say to you.” She said it calmly but firmly. Timmy was sure his mom would get him out of this. She’d gotten him out of lots of things. She didn’t even let the daycare teachers spank him, and they spanked everybody. “Timmy?” “Hi, Mom. Jane wants to spank me because I wouldn’t eat her vegetables and I like vegetables but yours are good and hers aren’t yours and I don’t get spanked tell her I don’t get spanked ... please?” Kathy listened to the rush of words and let him finish. “Timmy, remember what we talked about at your bachelor party before the wedding? Things are different at other people’s houses, and your Jane’s husband now. You live at her house now. You need to try different things and do as she tells you.” “But I don’t like her vegetables.” “Did you even try them? I bet she makes yummy vegetables.” “No ... but she says I need a spanking and I don’t and never have and don’t want one because everybody says they hurt and I don’t want one and people aren’t allowed to because you always said.” “Timmy .... Timmy,” Kathy cut in. “You need to listen to Jane. If she says you need a spanking, you need to be a good boy and let her spank you.” That was so hard for Kathy to say, but she thought of it like pulling off a band-aid. Her Timmy would not respond well to spanking, she was sure, and Jane would come around to Kathy’s way of disciplining Timmy. “But I don’t get spanked. I don’t. Other men get spanked. I never get spanked. You never spanked me. I don’t get spanked. That’s for other men...” “Timmy ... Timmy ... Timothy Edward! Things are different in different houses. I never spanked you, but now Jane is your wife. If she decides you need a spanking, you’re getting a spanking.” “But ...” “No. You’re ... you’re getting a spanking, Timmy.” Timmy sniffled. “But I don’t ... but you never spanked me, Mommy.” Jane silently chuckled at how the prospect of a red butt turned Kathy from ‘mom’ into ‘mommy.’ “I know, baby ... but Jane is your wife now and she’s in charge of you. You love Jane, don’t you?” “Yes (sniff).” “And she loves you. She knows what’s best for you now, like we talked about. You need to listen to her.” “(Sniff). Okay.” “Be a brave boy and cooperate. Will you do that for Jane and me?” “Yeah ... but just this once?” Kathy hoped so, but replied, “Whenever she says, Timmy. I’m going to go now.” “Can I call you after?” “You can call her tomorrow,” Jane answered. “Say bye bye.” “Bye bye. Love you, Mommy. (Sniff).” “I love you too, Timmy. You’re such a brave good boy. Night night.” Jane took the phone off speaker and left Timmy sitting on the couch, walking back into the kitchen. “Thank you, Kathy. I know that was very hard for you.” She didn’t respond right away. “I ... that was very hard ... (sniff) ... but learning to respect your authority is important. He’ll be better off for it.” “He will,” Jane agreed, and chose not to add that had Kathy spanked him growing up and let other women do the same when he needed it, he wouldn’t be at all confused over who was in charge. She needed to train the man, but she didn’t want to frighten him or be harsh, hence calling her mother-in-law to have that heart-to-heart talk rather than spanking him into submission. She wasn’t ruling that out but wanted to avoid it if possible. “I promise he will,” Jane added. “Thank you again for talking to him. You made this much easier for both of us ... well, I’ll call again after breakfast.” “Promise me you’ll be gentle with him?” Jane opened the cupboard door, on the back of which hung a paddle just like the one that hung in her mother’s cupboard. Many is the time she’d fetched the paddle and handed it to her mom, who would thank her as she took with her right hand while she held her father or whichever brother was in trouble with her left. Jane ran her finger down the edge, debating whether it was too harsh an introduction to spanking or if a harsh introduction is what Timmy needed to learn she was in charge and to want to avoid future spankings at all costs. “I promise. Thank you again. I’ll give him a kiss for you when it’s over.” “Thank you.” “Have a nice rest of the afternoon.” “You too.” Jane hung up and considered her choices again. Turning back to look into the living room, she saw Timmy quietly crying where she’d left him on the sofa. She turned back and took the paddle down, thinking she’d see how he responded to her hand first but intending to give him at least two with the paddle at the end to drive the point home. “Timothy,” she said as she stood over him. He looked up at her and then at the paddle, his eyes transfixed by it. She sighed and sat down next to him, placing the paddle behind her and rubbing his back. For a moment she thought he was going to collapse onto her shirt front, but he didn’t. “Timothy, look at me please.” He did. “I’m very glad you married me, and I love you very much. Do you believe that?” “Yes ... I love you too.” “Husbands live with their wives, and their wives are in charge like their moms were in charge before. Things are different here, like your mom and I have both said. Does that make sense?” “Yes.” “That means you need to do what I say when I say it, even if it’s different than it was at your mom’s house. Understand?” “Mhmm.” Jane sighed. Her brothers and her father all knew the proper way to respond; she’d worry about driving that lesson home later, but she did add, “Then you say, ‘Yes Ma’am, I understand.” “Yes Ma’am, I understand.” “When you don’t do what I say, that tells me you need a spanking. So because you didn’t do what I said, I’m going to spank your bottom. It’s going to hurt, and the next time I tell you do something, you’re going to remember that spankings hurt, and you’re going to do what I say.” At least, Jane thought, that’s the goal, but men never do fully grasp the lesson no matter how many times it’s taught, at least not in her experience. “Do you understand?” “Yes Ma’am, I understand.” “Stand up, please.” Timmy stood slowly. Jane reached out and took him by his belt, tugging him gently in front of her. As she undid his belt, she decided she’d be dressing him in things with elastic waists for a while, at least until their first anniversary - much easier to take down for a quick on-the-spot correction. “Keep your hands at your sides,” she told him as she pulled his pants down. She noted his pants were wet and sighed. “Step out.” He did, leaving him in his socks, tee shirt, and a pullup that had been dry fifteen minutes ago. Jane thought it was really great how Kathy put so much faith in her husband and two sons, but she was more of a realist. The changing table she told Timmy was just for bedtime and was only stocked with overnights had plenty of room for daytime diapers, which were stacked in the no-no room in the basement. That was next week’s transition. She tore the sides of the pullup away, and Timothy covered himself. Who teaches men to be modest, she thought. She liked Kathy, but just didn’t understand why she’d go to such lengths. She’d be moving Timmy to a new daycare if they couldn’t handle Timmy the way she knew he needed to be handled, a change she negotiated with Kathy without too much difficulty (she’s just too much of a softie, Jane reflected), but when she told the daycare she’d be transitioning him back to diapers and expected them to discipline him like they did the other men, the head teacher practically had a new spark in her eye. With their help, she knew Timmy would be much better behaved by his twenty-fifth birthday. She set the wet things aside. “I said hands at your sides,” she told him firmly. She knew you didn’t need to raise your voice at well trained men. Timmy slowly complied. One more thing to work on. She felt a little sorry for him. She saw men’s lack of modesty as one of the few things about being a man that seemed enjoyable, that sense of bodily abandon (if not freedom). She looked up at him. “It’s time for your spanking. I’m going to lay you over my knee and spank your bare bottom until I think you’ve learned your lesson, and then we’re going to snuggle until you’ve calmed down and talk about what you will do differently in the future, and then we’ll get you in your jammies, and you’ll finish your dinner. Then it’s an early bedtime. Understand?” He nodded. “Do you have any questions?” “Am I allowed to cry,” he said with tears already running down his cheeks. “Yes, sweetie, you’re allowed to cry all you want.” She guided him over her lap, and he meekly let her, just as she hoped the little talk with his mother would lead to. “Ready,” she asked, when she got him situated. “Is it over when I start crying,” he asked. “No, sweetie, it’s not over when you start crying. Try to hold still.” She took a firm hold of his hip with her left hand and raised her right.

It’s really okay (The Dialogues #4) Becky had gone in search of a project, and he was somewhere in the house. Ben was thirty-six and had been married to an unkind woman his mother had finally pried him back from, and Becky was intent on helping him become happy again. Six months into their marriage, he mostly was, an active, talkative, kind man who liked YA fiction and playing in his wading pool in equal measures. He was wonderfully behaved, having needed just one correction since their wedding when Becky found him getting things out from under the sink, which turned out to be a misunderstanding. Still, he remembered his first wife, and when he was afraid he was in trouble the happy man disappeared and the frightened, cowed husband came back out. He would stopped playing, stopped talking, and go hide. By late morning, as Becky was wiping down the kitchen and getting ready to start on lunch, she realized it was too quiet. She went in search of Ben and found him in the corner of his bedroom, nose in the corner. “Ben, you okay, buddy,” she asked, wondering what the wounded man was afraid he’d done wrong now. He didn’t respond or turn around. She approached him and reached out to put her hand on his shoulder. He flinched and sniffled. She turned him around. “Why’ve you been crying, sweetie?” He didn’t answer. She didn’t expect him to, but she always asked anyway, her effort to help him know it was okay to tell her what he was feeling even when he was afraid. He was holding her hairbrush, a habit she surmised stemmed from being told to go and get it whenever he was in trouble with his first wife. She told him so many times she wasn’t ever going to spank him with the brush, but he would often go and get it anyway. She cursed the woman silently and took it from his hand, putting it in her pocket. She took him by the hand and led him toward his nightstand, where she always made sure was a box of tissues. She plucked one and wiped his tears away, bent her knees a little to look him in the eye, and said to him, “We’ve talked about this, remember? You’re not in trouble, sweetie. You don’t need to bring me the brush or put yourself in timeout. Remember?” He nodded slowly, but avoided looking her in the eye. She grimaced and reached for another tissue, holding it to his nose. “Blow for me,” she said in the nicest voice she had. He responded well to that tone most of the time. He blew his nose. “Can you tell me what happened?” He didn’t answer. She looked around the room. A broken toy, a small mess, a spilled cup - these were the sorts of things he was certain he would be in trouble for, and as much as she would tell him it wasn’t a big deal, that he wasn’t in trouble, and that he should go play while she fixed it or cleaned it up, he stand there silently. Only when whatever it was had been fixed and they’d had some cuddle time would he come back out and go back to being his happy, chatty self. She didn’t see any mess, so she took his hand again, and walked him to the bathroom. He liked to play with his boats in the tub. But there was no mess in there. She looked in the hamper, but there was no mess in there. He’d been playing upstairs since breakfast. “Benny, is there something you want to show me?” He didn’t answer. “Even if I double pinky promise again that you’re not in trouble?” She sighed and straightened up, giving him a kiss on his forehead and a hug. Maybe Beth, her wife, would be able to coax it out of him. She was coming home to have lunch with them and had an especially good rapport with him. Becky would sit with him on the couch until then, putting on a superhero movie and trying to interest him in it. She had an epiphany as she passed his room with him in tow and stopped, stepped around him, and pulled out the back of his diaper. “Nope,” she said, and felt around to his front. “Lets go change those wet pants.” Taking his hand again, she started toward his room. He didn’t pull away but he didn’t follow. “C’mon, silly. Don’t you want dry pants?” He started to silently weep again. She thought he was over his fear of using his diapers. His first wife had insisted on catheters and enemas and treated accidents harshly. Becky, Beth, and his mother had done so much work to get him over his fear of using his diapers. “Benny, honey, it’s okay. It’s okay. Let’s go get you into something dry.” He followed behind sheepishly. “Upsie Daisy,” she said and helped him onto his changing table. “Lie back.” He only cried harder. Becky looked around his bedroom for a binky, and not seeing one took his wrist and guided his thumb toward his mouth. She didn’t like thumb sucking, but was happy to let him if it would stop the tears and make him feel safe. “It’s okay, Benny, go ahead. It’s okay.” He accepted his thumb, and she went back to her task, getting out a wipe and a clean diaper. She dabbed at his tears again with the wipe, raising the pitch of her voice and and saying in the almost-melody that sent him to sleep each night, “There’s no need for those tears. You’re such a good boy. Such a good boy.” She untaped one side of the diaper, and he turned away, catching her by surprise. “Benny,” she said in the tone she reserved for her one-year-old niece, you silly man. You gotta hold still.” She reached for the other tape and he turned away. “Benny, why you being so silly? Huh? You gotta hold still for me. You gonna hold still and let me change your diapee?” He didn’t say anything but eased his hip back down, sucking hard on his thumb and looking away. “There we go. Dere we go! Hold still ...” She untaped and I opened the diaper. It wasn’t easy to see. If he hadn’t made a big deal out of it, she was sure she wouldn’t have noticed he’d cum in his diaper. She sighed. Different people had different opinions, but it never bothered her or Beth that men like Ben sometimes spontaneously ejaculated in their diapers. She was surprised Ben hadn’t yet; she assumed he had and she just hadn’t noticed, but seeing his reaction as she opened his diaper, his silent sobbing growing deeper, she realized this must’ve been the first time since their marriage and that his first wife had been one of those types. Becky and Beth had agreed when deciding to get him that baby talk would be kept to a minimum, reserved for scrapes knees, bedtime, and when he needed cheering up. They wanted to ween him off such babyish needs, but tears certainly fit within the exception, and Beth moved around to the side of the table so he could see her face smiling down at him. “Is dat all? Is that dat all you was afraid of?” She took his thumb away and gave him a kiss on his mouth, even parting her lips a little. “It’s okay,” she said, “it’s okay. That happens to men your age sometimes. You didn’t do anything wrong. It was just an accident, just like the other things you do in your pampers.” Like he had all the other times he thought he was in trouble, once she found what it was he’d done and told him it was okay and that he wasn’t in trouble, he tentatively smiled, as though until she discovered it, he wouldn’t believe her. “Aww. Dere’s a smile! Dere’s a smile! Ooo, such a good boy!” She looked down toward his feet. “I’m fact...” A devilish smile crossed her own face, and she reached for the rash cream under the table, applying it directly to his clitty. “Can you show Becky how you make a sticky cummy?” She wasn’t sure he actually knew how it happened and doubted he’d ever done it on purpose. She started to massage the head of his clitty between her thumb and forefinger, more than enough to manage his little stiffy. “Show Becky. Show Becky. Show me what a good boy you are ... What a cute clitty you have. Yes it is. Come on. Make a sticky cummy for Becky ... Come on ... Dere it is! Ooh, my! Yes, dere it is. Dat’s a good Benny. Such a good Benny.” His little load didn’t even shoot, just oozing out of his clitty and staying in the wet diaper open between his legs. She leaned down again and gave him another thorough kiss, not what she’d give Beth but appropriate for husband and wife. She smiled wide, beaming at him as she asked, “Do you believe me now? It’s okay for you to make cummies in your pampers. That’s what your adorable little clitty is for.” His smiled turned to confusion. “My what?” “Your clitty ... Your peepee ... Your peepee is also your clitty, honey.” She reached down and gave the soft thing between his legs a gently squeeze. “Same thing.” “Oh ... I’m really not in trouble?” “No, sweetie,” she chuckled, “you’re not in trouble. If you make cummies again, you don’t even have to tell us. Like we said, your pampers are our responsibility.” “Can ... can we do that again sometimes?” “Sometimes. I’ll even show you how to do it yourself, but you have to do it inside your pampers, okay?” “Okay.” She gave him another kiss, this time on his forehead, before wiping her hand and going about the diaper change. “You are such a sweet little guy ...Now,” she said as finished wiping him down, “let’s get your little clitty snug in some new pampers.” As she sealed the second tape, she heard the garage door. “Ooh, there’s Beth. She’s gonna be so happy to see you! ... All done!” She held out her hands and helped him sit up. “After lunch will you help me build a fort in the backyard,” she asked him. “Uhuh! Can I tell Beth about my clitty?” Becky laughed. “Tell her all about it!” She leaned forward and gave him a strong and meaningful hug. “She’ll be so proud of you, just like I’m so proud of you.” “Thank you, Becky. I love you.” “I love you, too, sweetie! Ah! There she is! Go tell her!” He hopped off the table and scurried out of the room faster than Becky could swat his little bottom. She chuckled as she cleaned up after the change. He was all man underneath his trauma, and she and Beth were so happy to help him come back out and see him find his happiness again.

Closing the Deal (The Dialogues #2) Patty opened the door to let Zoe in, greeting her warmly with, “So nice to see you again.” “You as well! Thanks for letting me come over on such short notice.” “I could tell you were nervous over the phone. Please, come in. Mark is in the living room.” Zoe followed Patty into the living room, where Mark was playing on a blanket with larger-sized building blocks, a pacifier in his mouth and a diaper peeking out from below his tee shirt. “Mark, Zoe is here,” Patty said. He stood and bowed his head as he’d been taught to. It wasn’t so important to Patty, but she’d worked with Mark on remembering to be polite whenever a potential wife called on them. “Hello, Mark,” Zoe acknowledged him. Mark couldn’t remember if he was supposed to say hello back and didn’t raise his head. After a moment, Patty apologized for him. “It’s okay, Marky. You can go back to playing while we talk.” Turning to Zoe, Patty added, “Sorry. He’s very polite but gets flustered and forgets sometimes.” “That’s okay. I can tell he’s a sweetheart.” “Will you sit,” Patty asked, and the two of them sat down on the sofa and turned Mark’s cartoon off. If he minded, he didn’t say so and kept stacking and unstacking his blocks. “Thank you,” Zoe said again. “I know this is kind of unusual, me being here without my mother. I just ...” “Would you like to call her? You don’t have to do these negotiations alone.” This was the sixth conversation between them and the third time Zoe had seen Mark in person. Matriarchs were traditionally responsible for negotiating marriages, and though most families no longer held to the custom, particularly for a woman over twenty-five like Zoe, she came from a traditional family’s a traditional community. Patty didn’t want to take advantage of Zoe, but she hoped to at least end the visit with an agreement in principle. “No, that’s okay. I promised I wouldn’t sign anything. I just wanted to see him again.” “I like that about you,” Patty told her. “It shows you’re careful. Getting a husband is a major responsibility. My sister had one of her boys returned to her, and neither of us wants that.” Zoe chuckled. “Definitely not.” She paused awkwardly. “Can I play with him?” “Of course. He’s very good at sharing.” The two of them got on the floor at Mark’s level and helped him build with his blocks. Mark liked his suitor and did his best to show it by sliding her blocks for her to place. As the tower got higher, Patty called a time out because, “Someone needs his diaper changed.” “I’ll help,” Zoe volunteered. “I could use the practice.” Remembering she shouldn’t let on that she was leaning toward choosing Mark, she hastily added, “Whichever one I choose.” “You don’t have much practice,” Patty asked casually. Most women had experience at least babysitting at some point in their lives. That was the kind of detail she wouldn’t have gotten if Zoe’s mother, much more experienced in marriage negotiations, were there. “We don’t have many men in our family.” “No brothers,” Patty asked as she walked back toward them with a wicker basket of changing supplies in hand. “None. Mom had my sisters and me and took my father back to his mother ... But I have no intention of that. Really, that’s my mom. That’s not me.” Patty sat back down. “I’m surprised she didn’t just get some at a bank.” “She wanted to be sure she was getting what she paid for, is what she told me. You know some of the depositories, especially back then, we’re dishonest.” “I’ve heard that. Marky, lay down for me.” Marky held on to his block and laid down for his mom. She lifted his shirt, exposing his tummy. “He’s so cute,” Zoe said and reached out to tickle his belly, eliciting a laugh from the twenty-year-old. “You did a good job at that. And he’s so biddable. He just laid right down even though he was playing.” “Well, I wanted him to be that way. It’s a trade off,” Patty said, wanting to be transparent. She wanted him to go to a good home and for things to work out between them. She didn’t want an unhappy wife divorcing him and bringing him back, not like her nephew and, apparently, Zoe’s father. “Could you tell me a little more about that,” Zoe asked. The mysteries of man-rearing were not something her mother had ever talked about it, and her conservative religious school hadn’t gone into much detail in the health or home economics classes. Zoe managed to maintain her innocence even through college and despite having friends with dads and brothers. Her mother had never even let her babysit. It was only after insisting she wanted a husband and wanted to keep him that her mother had more actively engaged in the search, and she had then insisted on leading the negotiations as her mother had done for her. “Well,” Patty said thoughtfully, “it’s not that Mark doesn’t know how to do things. He helps around the house and brushes his own teeth and those things. He can put on his shoes, but you have to tie them. And he can learn more if you teach him. He’s very smart.” “You didn’t want him to learn more?” Mark laid there passively, accustomed to this happening six times a day and not paying much attention to any remark or question not addressed to him. It was a trait Zoe appreciated in a potential husband. “Well, maybe I spoil him, but I know some women want a very simple husband. You know how it is - the more they can do, the more independent they start to think they are and the more behavioral issues they have. That’s not universal of course, but ya know.” She reached out and rubbed Marky’s belly. “This little guy doesn’t need much correction. I never even bought a paddle.” “Really?” That was a rarity. Most wives kept one in the diaper bag, one in the kitchen, and one in their husbands’ bedroom. “Really,” Patty replied, not wholly truthfully. She had a paddle, but she didn’t buy it. It was part of her husband’s dowry, though she’d never used it on Mark and only a few times on her husband, who was outside doing chores. “At most he just needs some taps from momma’s spoon to get him back on track,” Patty said, which was true. “That’s part of why I’m leaning toward Mark. Since I haven’t really been around a lot of men or have much experience with caring for them, I thought it’d be smart if my first one was easy.” She knew she wasn’t supposed to admit these things, but she felt a rapport with Patty and hoped it wouldn’t undermine the deal they might make or make Patty decide she didn’t want Mark in Zoe’s care. “That is smart. You can always get more if you decide you want a more independent husband ... And of course I’ll help you. I may not be his owner after the wedding, but I’ll always be his mom,” she said while playing with Mark’s hair. “Won’t I be,” she said in that breathy, sing-song tone men like Mark seem to respond so well to. “Yes I will! Yes mommy will!” “My mom will help out, too,” Zoe said, sounding dismayed. She was trying to remember to play it cool and make herself and her home out to be the perfect place for him, but she couldn’t hide that she wanted him and wanted to bring the drawn out negotiations to a close. At the same time, she knew she and her mother had different philosophies on wifing and man-rearing. Patty wasn’t sure she liked the idea of Zoe’s mom being involved in Mark’s care. While both mother’s involvement was a given for first-time brides, Zoe’s mother didn’t sound like the kind and gentle caregiver she wanted for Mark. The negotiation, of course, went both ways. Just because money changed hands didn’t mean it was a transaction, after all. Patty wanted the best for Mark. “You gonna help me change his pants,” Patty asked, trying to lighten the tension. “Yeah ... does he squirm?” “Not often. Well, not unless you make him,” Patty laughed. “Need me to talk you through it?” “Promise you won’t think I’m not ready to get married if I say yes?” Mark played with the block in his hand. “Of course, sweetheart. Just undo the tapes first but leave the diaper where it is.” Zoe did, and Patty slid the basket of supplies toward Zoe. “It’s always best to get everything ready before you open the diaper. You don’t know what you’ll find in there, and men sometimes pee as soon as the air hits them. You gotta be ready to dodge.” “Really,” Zoe asked, sounding concerned. “It’s just part of being a wife.” “Okay,” Zoe said and first got a new diaper out of the basket and unfolded it. “You’ll need ... Sorry, you would need to keep using that brand. It’s expensive, but it’s hypoallergenic. He breaks out in a rash with other brands.” Zoe next took out the container of wipes and opened it, plucking one out and holding it. “Okay,” Patty said, “now you can fold his diaper down, but do it slowly at first. In case he starts to pee you can cover him real fast ... if he’s not peeing yet he’s probably not gonna.” “Do I need to lift his legs back or roll him on his side?” He was smaller than men had been two generations ago, but he was still as big as she was. She’d seen women lifting their husbands’ legs back on YouTube when she watched instructional videos, but he just seemed too heavy for that. She figured it was something wives just got good at. “For dirty ones he’ll roll over onto his side when you tell him. For wet ones you just need to ask him to open his knees. Open up, Marky. Good boy!” Zoe chuckled. “He really is a good boy, holding still this whole time. You have him so well trained ... I don’t want one of those husbands you have to chase when they need a new diaper,” she laughed nervously. She turned back to the task at hand. “Wow,” she said, “you didn’t exaggerate. He’s so small.” “Just like his father. You just take the wipes and make sure you get everywhere, especially in his creases and under his foreskin. We don’t want any itchy rashes.” Zoe wiped around his pubic mound and under his scrotum and in the creases inside his thighs. She’d seen a penis, obviously, but never touched one. It didn’t seem nearly so icky as all the women she knew made it out to be, certainly not as bad as the impression she’d come away with from the jokes wives made on sitcoms, though she wasn’t sure if that was just because he was so small. She tentatively lifted it between her left thumb and forefinger, carefully pulling back his foreskin to clean him thoroughly. “Um,” she said and blushed as it grew stiff in her fingers. Patty blushed as well, embarrassed it would do that in front of a suitor the very first time, but of course Mark was blameless. She rushed to downplay it, hoping it wouldn’t make Zoe change her mind about him. “It’s fine,” Patty said. “It doesn’t happen every time. Next you sprinkle some powder on him.” “I thought they don’t do that if you milk them regularly. Um, have you, uh, milked him regularly?” “I do,” Patty said, trying to pull Zoe’s attention away from it. It was still erect. “Anyway, you don’t need too much powder.” “I thought you’re supposed to use rash cream next,” Zoe ventured. The things she’d read and seen said so. “Um, usually, yes,” Patty agreed. She didn’t want Zoe to rub rash cream on him for fear he’d ejaculate. That it was still stiff was just adding to her embarrassment, too aware it was reflecting on her care of him as a mother. She didn’t believe in all the same things other mothers did when it came to milking, but she took excellent care of her Marky. Zoe seemed like an almost ideal owner for him, and she didn’t want one little erection to spoil the deal. Zoe, however, was clearly distracted by it. Everything she had read, which admittedly wasn’t much, emphasized this shouldn’t happen if the man was properly trained and milked regularly, and that if it did happen either the woman responsible for the man hadn’t trained and cared for him well, the man was poorly behaved and maybe even incorrigible, or all of the above. “But ... I’m sorry, I’m not judging. He’s yours, so please don’t think I’m judging. But you do milk him regularly, don’t you? I mean, I thought this didn’t happen if you ...” She wasn’t disgusted by it so much as she thought she was supposed to be disgusted by. That she wasn’t was making her insecure. She had grown up in a culture that stigmatized unsolicited erections, especially during diaper changes. That it didn’t bother her perhaps led her to overreact so she would seem what she thought was normal. Surely her mother would have reacted very negatively and would approve of Zoe doing so if only as a negotiating tactic. “I do,” Patty said again. “I swear. It’s just ... how much do you know about milking?” Zoe blushed. It was the most taboo subject in the world she’d grown up in. Her mother would unashamedly talk about returning her husband and keeping the dowry, confessing to marrying him just for his genetic material, but talking about how she had gotten the material was absolutely off limits. “Um, not much, actually.” She seemed to pass from embarrassed to sullen, this confession another revelation she feared would make her an unfit wife in Patty’s eyes. She started to rise, murmuring an apology and regretting coming here without her mother. “It’s okay,” Patty said, her voice soft and soothing as she retook the negotiation high ground. “Sit. Please.” “I’m not ...” Ready to be a wife is how she would’ve finished the sentence had she not stopped herself. “Sit. Let’s just talk. It’s okay, promise.” She sat. Zoe had at least been taught to obey older women; the religious community she grew up was insistent on the hierarchy of the matriarchy. It was out of step with society in the degree to which they took that maxim. Patty took Zoe’s hand, and asked her directly, “Was that your first time touching one?” Zoe nodded. “Well, if I had known that I would’ve talked you through it more. Do you want me to?” Zoe felt like she was breaking so many rules when she said, “Yes. I’ve tried to get Mom to talk about it, but she says that’s for after marriage.” That caught Patty off guard. She understood so much better now. Milking men hadn’t been taboo in mainstream society in at least a couple decades. It wasn’t dinner table conversation, but it wasn’t taboo. Even babysitters would do it if they had to, no different than attending to any other bodily function if the need arose while the man was in their care. No one looks forward to doing it, and if done regularly it wasn’t something a babysitter should have to do unless they were watching the man for a whole week, but it was hardly taboo anymore, much less something shameful that only married women did or knew about. “I’m, um, not judging,” Patty said, “but, um, are you a member of People of the Spirit?” “Yes,” Zoe answered just above a whisper. She’d always been proud of her faith. Only in the moment, realizing how poorly prepared she was to care for a husband even at the age of twenty-eight, did she feel embarrassed by her background. But if she wanted to learn this even if her mother insisted she wait for marriage, Zoe was beginning to suspect they weren’t all her beliefs so much as her mother’s. “That’s okay!” Patty was quick to say. “That’s okay! We go to church every Sunday. Mark loves it ... Are you sure you want me to teach you about this? You don’t want your own mother to do it?” “No, I want to learn. If you’re not uncomfortable with it.” “Sweetie, there’s nothing to be uncomfortable about is the first lesson. Man parts and milking and erections are not a big deal at all,” Patty said with what she hoped was not a condescending tone. “I know!” Zoe exclaimed. “I mean, I never thought so, but even ...” She looked at it, still pointing straight up. “I thought I was supposed to be grossed out by it. It’s not a big deal. I mean, look at it.” Zoe looked again and shrugged. “Exactly. I know everyone jokes about it, but every wife does this. It’s the same as anything else they might do in their diapers.” “Well, what’s the ...” Zoe didn’t know what question to ask. After Zoe didn’t finish the sentence, Patty decided to just show her. “First,” she said reaching over to gently wrap her forefinger around it, “this is his clitty.” Mark just laid there obediently, though he stopped paying attention to his block. “You don’t call it a ...” “We don’t use the P-word around him. Some men hear that and start getting all sorts of mistaken ideas about themselves. This is his clitty,” she said again, giving it a little shake, “and like all man clitties, it has a mind of its own. You can milk them every day, and a man might still get an erection for no reason, especially during a diaper change.” “What are you supposed to do if that happens?” “You can ignore it if you want to. You don’t need to do anything with it except point it down and put their diaper on. All except the biggest clitties can still fit in a diaper when they’re erect, though it might not be so comfortable for the man.” “Do they ejaculate?” “What, you mean on their own?” “I mean how does the erection go away you put the diaper on over it?” Patty did a good job hiding her surprise at just how naive Zoe was. “It just does if you leave it alone.” “But his clitty is still ... up.” Tipping her cards in the negotiation, Patty smiled and confessed, “That’s because he likes you. He told me so after he first met you.” “But ... I thought they can’t control it.” “They can’t.” “But you said it’s because he likes me. So is he ... so it’s not purpose? He’s not trying to show me he likes me?” Patty didn’t know any members of People of the Spirit. It wasn’t a large group; it just stood out because of how retrograde its teachings were and how poorly they prepared their kids for life as adults. Clearly what she had heard about the group was not exxagerated. “No, honey, they just do it sometimes for no reason, but it’s more likely when they like you.” “Even if you milk them?” “Yep. Do you want to learn about milking?” “Yes please.” She felt like she was learning more in Patty’s living room in a visit that was less than an hour old than she had in all her years at school and home. “What do you already know?” “Just that making them ejaculate regularly keeps them better behaved and prevents ... those.” “So you don’t know how it’s done?” “No.” She’s been too embarrassed to look it up even though there hadn’t been parental controls on her computer for ten years. “Okay,” Patty said. She didn’t have a daughter and had never taught anyone before, but it was simple enough. “Well, it’s really simple. You don’t need anything other than your hand.” Zoe blushed all the way to her ears. “Like, your bare hand? Aren’t there ... aren’t you supposed to use the tools they make for it?” That was where Patty’s beliefs and practices on milking first diverged from the mainstream. She’d tried those devices before and never really saw what made them so much better than just using her hand. It was so convenient: she never had to go get a device or find batteries or sanitize the tool beyond a quick trip to wash her hands. She also, though, was less inclined to see milking itself as being nearly as important as most other women did. They treated milking as a chore and something so integral to their men’s good behavior that they’d sooner have their men miss their nap time than skip a milking. Newfangled hogwash from uptight germaphobes, Patty thought. Perhaps it was generational, but Patty was an older mom, and she liked being a man mom, an even rarer trait. Mark was her sixth. “They do make devices for it,” Patty told her, glad she could pass on real wisdom and counter what all the new marriage guides were preaching these days, “and they’re okay. You can use those, but your hand works almost as well and is so much more convenient.” “Even if it doesn’t work as well?” “The devices do a slightly better job at getting every last drop, but it’s okay if there’s a little left in there.” “But doesn’t that mean you have to do it more often?” “Maybe a little, but like I said, it’s not a big deal. It only takes a few minutes.” Zoe clearly looked skeptical. “Really?” “Really.” “But everyone makes it sound like it’s this huge chore.” “That’s because they make such a big deal about anything to do with clitties anyway. But look, there it is. It’s fine, right? Just another part of him.” “Yeah ...” “Just because it’s hard doesn’t mean it’s not still a wittle weewee.” “And what about what comes out?” “Just one more thing he puts in his diaper.” “So you do it in his diaper.” “You can. I don’t usually.” “But doesn’t it make a huge mess. I mean, if he peed without his diaper on ...” “It’s a lot less fluid than everyone makes it out to be. Do you want me to just show you?” “Yes, if you don’t mind. And he doesn’t mind.” Patty chuckled. “Of course he doesn’t mind, and even if he did, he’s a man. I love him, but he’s still a man. Roll over, Marky. Let’s show Zoe where things are.” He complied; if he was embarrassed, he still did as we was told. Turning back to Zoe, Patty continued, “There’s more than one way. I’ll just finish the one but I’ll give you the lay of the land, so to speak.” She reached into the basket and took out the rash cream. “For starters,” Patty said, “this stuff works just as well as the lubricant they sell just for milking, and this is much cheaper.” She applied some to the middle finger of her right hand. “Scoot closer so you can see,” she said to Zoe. To Mark, she said, “You gonna be my big man and hold still for momma?” He nodded shyly. Patty ran the fingertips of her clean hand over his bottom, tickling him gently. “That relaxes him. See?” Mark seemed to shudder and clenched his toes, relaxing his whole body as he unclenched them. “Aww. That’s adorable.” It made even less sense why everyone made this out to be the worst part of being a wife. Mark was being such a good boy doing as he was told and holding mostly still and being quiet. “I know, right? So just like we call it a clitty, we call this his button,” Patty said as she spread his cheeks. “Inside his button is his prostate. It’s about halfway between his button and the base of his clitty, so you can milk him by massaging this prostate. See how my finger is pointed?” She crooked her finger. “Once your finger is inside him, you just need to bend your finger like this and feel around until you feel something round and hard and about the size of a walnut.” She demonstrated. Mark held mostly still as she entered him and found his prostate. “Right ... there.” “So you just poke it?” “No, you need to rub it and massage it with your finger.” She kept demonstrating. Mark quietly squirmed but barely, as he’d been taught to do. “They make tools for this; the ones that vibrate are most effective, but this works nearly as well. You can move your finger in and out as you go, like this ... Massaging his prostate will get the most fluid out at one time. Wanna try,” Patty asked as she withdrew her finger. “Um, okay,” Zoe said nervously. Patty correctly guessed the reason for her trepidation. “There’s gloves in the basket.” Zoe donned one. “How much rash cream do I use?” “Best to use about as much a grape, but you can use half that in a pinch. He has enough already. Too much makes it take longer.” Patty reached for a wipe and cleaned her finger off. “Oh ... like this?” “Keep your finger mostly straight until it’s inside him.” Zoe tentatively entered him. “How far in,” she asked. She was afraid of hurting him and unaccustomed to how a man felt around her finger. “So you feel the first muscle right when you enter his button, right?” “Yeah.” “That’s his outer sphincter. Keep going and you’ll feel another muscle very tight around your finger. That’s his inner sphincter.” “Okay,” Zoe said as her reached it. “Now keep going … keep going.” Patty watched Zoe’s finger disappear knuckle by knuckle. She appreciated Zoe being gentle with Mark; it was reassuring that even if Zoe had a lot to learn, she wasn’t the type to treat a man like livestock. “Good job being gentle. Now bend your finger toward his front. Feel it?” “I don’t think so.” “It’s okay to search for it ... feel it?” “No,” Zoe said, afraid not finding it on her first try would once more make her out as not ready for marriage. “Here,” Patty said and scooted over. “It takes practice is all. Open your legs a little, Marky.” He did. “You can also stimulate it from the outside if you press about halfway between his scrotum and his button. Right about ... there. See where my hand is?” “Yeah.” “Okay, give me your other hand.” Patty gently took Zoe’s hand and guided it to Mark’s perineum, laying her fingers flat against the same spot and placing her hand over Zoe’s. “See how he reacts when you just apply pressure here?” Mark’s leg twitched. He got himself under control as he’d been taught to and held still even as his breathing grew more rhythmic and audible. “Yeah.” “Sometimes if you can’t find it on the inside, it helps to use your other hand to find it on the outside by just pressing down and sort of pulling gently toward his button.” Zoe let Patty do just that with her hand over hers. “Try now. Feel around again.” Zoe had left her finger in since she wasn’t told otherwise. “Feeling ... I think ... I feel something!” “Size of a walnut?” “Yeah!” “That’s it. Well done.” Patty felt oddly proud of Zoe. She rubbed marks lower back and cooed, “Such a good boy. Keep holding still.” Mark lifted his head and laid it back down across his folded arms. “This is so cool!” She remembered to feel embarrassed. “I mean, not so bad.” “It’s fine, Zoe, really. You don’t have to feel ashamed for not hating. It’s an achievement your first time.” That was nice to hear. She’d never be able to tell her mother, though. “I just rub it with my finger?” “Yep. Back and forth. Or make little circles. But not too much.” Zoe stopped. “Why not?” “I want to show you the other way, too. If you finish, I can’t show you the other way. They need time in between.” “So to finish I’d just Jeep making circles?” “Pretty much. Moving it in and out as you go speeds it up a little.” “Should I take my finger out?” “Yeah.” She did and removed the glove, and though she’d worn one Patty handed her a wipe anyway. Mark groaned and kicked his foot just a little, causing Zoe to ask, “Did I hurt him,” with concern. Patty gave Mark a light spank. “Not at all. They just don’t like it if you stop without finishing. Just be patient, Marky. Anyway, like I said, that gets the most fluid out, especially if you use a tool and especially a vibrating tool. You can do it anywhere, but it works best with them on their knees or on their changing table, plus those are easier on your back.” “How is the changing table different from the floor?” “You know that hole under where the changing pad goes?” Zoe seemed to think for a moment, her eyes turning up and to the left before she blushed with the realization. “That’s what that’s for!?!” “Yep, for their clitty to go through. That’s much more comfortable for them if you’re using the prostate method and makes it easier to collect if you’re selling it.” “Is his marketable?” “Yep. I told your mother. Guess she didn’t tell you.” “No,” Zoe said, her irritation evident. “He was evaluated on his birthday. He has very good motility, and his features are in demand, as you know. Men like him are very chic right now,” Patty said with a wink. “If I wanted to collect it, how much would I get?” “I’m assuming you mean money,” Patty deadpanned. “Patty,” Zoe squealed and laughed. “At the moment, $1,000 per but you know that can change if his traits become less trendy and as he gets older. If you’re going to do it, you would definitely want to do it now. They do make a tool for harvesting, and just for that I think it would be worth it. It’s very efficient.” “How’s it different from the other tools?” “The other tools just vibrate ... You have a vibrator, don’t you?” “Of course.” Several. “Thought so. Just wasn’t sure.” “We’re religious, not nut jobs.” “I didn’t mean...” “I know. Sorry. You were saying.” “The vibrators for his prostate are just like yours, just shaped differently. It takes a few minutes at least to work, right? If you’re going to harvest him, they also make an electric prod that goes into his button just like your finger did. The little jolt of electricity will make him ejaculate instantly.” “That doesn’t hurt him?” “Well, I would imagine yes and no at the same time. I have a few friends who do it, and their husbands don’t seem to mind. You ready to learn the other way?” “Yeah.” “Roll back over, Marky. Legs open like momma taught you.” Mark rolled over, a subtle, pleading look in his eyes. “Lift your hips, baby.” He did, and Patty removed the wet and disheveled diaper. “Wanna put his new diaper under him?” “Sure.” “Don’t close its yet, but you can fold it over to make sure it’s in the right spot ... little lower. That’s perfect. You can put your bottom down, sweetheart. You’ll get so good at that in the first week of marriage you won’t ever need a second try.” She rolled up the used diaper. “Um, shouldn’t we have done this in his old diaper, instead of getting it on the new one?” “You can, but like I said, it’s not nearly as much fluid as you’re probably thinking. If some gets in his new diaper, you can just tape it shut. Doesn’t ruin it. In fact, I prefer it ends up in there than anywhere else. I’ll show you that works some other day.” “Oh.” She couldn’t readily imagine how to milk him through a diaper. “So the other main way,” Patty said, “is by massaging his clitty. You can use the rash cream again like before.” She applied some to her fingers. “Now, this method doesn’t get out quite as much fluid, so you’ll have to do it more often, but it’s quick and doesn’t require going inside his button.” “Yeah...” “Didn’t like that part?” “I mean, it was fine. It was kinda cool even, but I can see why most women don’t like doing it. It’s ...” “Still a button. I get it. Which is why I prefer this method. It’s totally worth it to me do this a little more often than to do it the other way a little less often.” “Does he have a preference?” “Ya know, I’ve never asked,” Patty replied. “Anyway, you take his clitty in your fingers, and you only need three fingers for a man his size: your thumb, your forefinger, and your middle finger.” “It’s not hard anymore.” “That just takes a second.” She took his penis in her fingers, using her thumb to rub under and around his glans. “See? Just takes a second.” Mark bit his lip and closed his eyes tight. Patty smiled at him. “I also like doing it this way because it’s more, I don’t know, interactive, sort of … It’s just like his prostate. You want to mostly focus on the top of it, and you can rub it up and down or in circles or just squeeze it gently in and out of between your fingers.” “Do you need to rub it all the way down and back?” Mark didn’t have much ‘down.’ “No. That helps on bigger men, but Marky has a pretty small clitty. Just using your fingers like this.” She rolled her thumb over and over on his glans. Zoe looked at Mark’s face, a look of concentration behind eyes squinched tight in a grimace. “Are you sure this doesn’t hurt him?” “Absolutely it doesn’t,” Patty chuckled. “All men make a face like that when they’re being milked. Are you ready to try?” “Yeah.” “You can use a glove if you want to.” “No,” she replied, wanting to seem more confident than she felt. “This is cleaner than the other way. It’s fine.” “Add a little of the cream to your fingers first, but not as much as you saw me use ... okay, now just take his clitty between your fingers and thumb like you saw me do...” “O my. It’s so hot.” “Mhmm. That’s because of the blood flow, which is what makes clitties hard.” “And just started rubbing like this?” “Yep. See? Nothing to it. And not a big deal at all.” “No. Not at all.” Really, she couldn’t see what the fuss was about now that she was actually doing it. This didn’t seem bad at all, and certainly not something so bad she wanted to use the prostate method just to be able to do it less often. That seemed better if there was a specific reason to do it, but this was so easy. His clitty wasn’t something she wanted to take a picture of and keep on the mantle, but it was much better than dealing with his button. “Now,” Patty said, “Mark has been very well trained to hold mostly still and stay quiet for his milkings, but he is going to squirm a little and make a little noise. All men do that right before they ejaculate.” “Do I need to, like, watch out?” “How do you mean?” “He’s not going to accidentally kick me or something?” “Ha! No, sweetie. Here, I’ll show you: turn your hand around like this,” she said making the motion herself, “so your thumb is underneath it, and rub up and down right in the center of the clitty head. Yeah, like that, but just in the center.” Mark moaned louder and repeatedly, and his squirming turned to writhing. “That’s so cool!” “He likes that’s part a lot.” Zoe turned her hand back, and Mark calmed down. She turned it forward again, and he started to writhe again. “Neat,” she said under her breath. Turning back to Patty she said, “It’s like when you scratch a dog in the right spot and they start kicking their leg.” “Exactly. Same concept ... You can encourage them while you do it, too. I always like to.” She turned from Zoe to Mark. “What a good boy you’re being! Who’s a good boy? Hmm? Show us what a good boy you are!” Mark smiled behind his pacifier with his eyes still closed. “Okay, he’s almost ready. Take a wipe in your other hand.” Patty handed her one. “And when he starts to ejaculate you can just cover him with that.” “It happens just all of a sudden?” “Sort of. First ...” “Ope!” Zoe practically jumped. “Something is leaking out! Is that it?” “Don’t stop. That’s precum. Just a few more seconds. Keep going until I say stop.” Mark moaned behind his pacifier and bucked his hips on the diaper as he ejaculated. Zoe positioned the wipe to catch it and kept going. “Slow down,” Patty instructed. “Just like that. Slower and slower until his hips stop moving ... there.” Zoe was wide eyed, her hand still on his clitty as it softened. “Now, to make sure as much of it as possible is out, go to the base of his clitty and squeeze gently.” He was so small, there wasn’t much base to grasp. “Like this?” “Yep. You just need two fingers, and then slide them up to the top. Keep squeezing, not too hard. Good. Do that a couple more times ... there.” Patty shrugged. “That’s all there is to it. I like to praise him for it.” Zoe was smiling ear to ear. In a baby talk voice like Patty had used, Zoe told Mark, “You did such a good job, Marky! Thank you for being my good boy.” She was feeling more like an adult than she ever had before even though she’d been working and living on her own for six years. She knew it was silly - women younger than her did this - but given it was her first time, it felt like a big deal anyway. “Now what,” she asked as she wiped her hands. “Don’t clean your hands just yet. You have a diaper change to finish. Make sure you get the rash cream in his creases especially. That’s where Marky likes to get a diapee rash.” Zoe applied the cream and then sprinkled some powder on him. She looked up at Mark’s face. “He’s asleep,” she whispered. “He’ll be awake again in just a minute. They almost always fall asleep for a few minutes right after they’re milked.” “Anything else?” “Just tape that diaper on him snug.” Zoe did. Patty stood first and whispered, “Let’s go wash our hands.” They retreated to the kitchen. “So,” Zoe asked as she dried her hands, “how often do they need to be milked if you do it that way?” “Every five days or so. With the other way, it’s maybe seven, so not a huge difference. If I’m leaving him in a nursery while I go on vacation, I’ll use the prostate method before I go.” “And with the clitty way, how often do they get unsolicited erections?” “It varies. But are unsolicited erections really that bad?” “No ...” She hesitated, knowing she wasn’t supposed to admit this to anyone but thinking Patty seemed like a safe person to admit it to. “I think his clitty was kind of adorable.” “Hehe. I think so too. I know we’re all supposed to be grossed out, but it’s just a clitty ... the bigger ones are kinda gross though, I’ll agree with that at least ... anyway, I milk him every five days, and if his clitty is getting hard in between a lot, I’ll do it at diaper changes, too. Not every change, but maybe once a day for two days gets him back on schedule.” “It was fun in a way.” Patty knew Zoe was saying that as someone who just did it for the first time. It would get less fun and be more like all the caregiver tasks she did for him, but she didn’t think it was no fun at all and didn’t want to discourage her. “Yeah, I think so. I like making him feel good. I am his momma after all. We gotta keep them in line, but we still love them.” “I wouldn’t mind doing that more often than every five days. It only takes a second ... And you were right. That wasn’t nearly as messy as I thought.” Patty smiled. She liked Zoe. She wanted someone gentle and willing to try new things and be open minded for Mark. Zoe had a lot to learn about man-rearing, and Patty didn’t like the idea of Zoe’s mother playing a major role in Mark’s care. She expected her mother would take over and bully her daughter into strict and clinical treatment of her Marky. But she liked Zoe. “Do you wanna wake him up,” she asked. “Sure.” They walked back into the living room, where Zoe knelt down over Mark, still conscious this was an audition for her too, and traced her finger lightly down Mark’s cheek. He turned toward her by instinct as if to root. “Marky,” she sang at a whisper. His eyes opened. “Hey, big guy.” He smiled behind his pacifier, blushed, and turned away. If Patty had taught him to count, he could’ve counted on one hand the number of women who had done that to him. “He’s so shy,” Zoe remarked as she straightened up. “Well, this is only the third time you’ve been together. He gets a lot less shy when he gets to know people.” Zoe sat down on the sofa next to Patty. “And you promise he is verbal?” “He’s a regular chatterbox when he feels comfortable around you. He knows a couple hundred words, and he can learn more ... Marky, c’mere baby.” Patty held her hands out as Mark finished his wake up stretch. He got up and sat down in his mother’s lap. “Can you thank Zoe for milking your clitty?” Mark blushed again, shook his head, and buried his face in his mother’s breast. She laughed and patted his back. “Can you at least give her a hug?” He sat up, and Zoe straightened up to receive him, opening her arms. Mark pivoted and awkwardly slid from his mother’s lap onto the sofa, putting his arms out as he leaned forward and fell into a hug low around Zoe’s waist. “Ohh huhuh. That’s a sweet man,” Zoe said she patted his back. With Patty’s help, Zoe was able to coax Mark into her lap. “That’s why training is important,” Patty said. “They’re too big to make them do anything they don’t want to do, but you can make them want to do it.” Zoe was paying more attention to the man in her lap. She noticed how sweet his hair smelled, how soft and warm he was, and the way he seemed to change from giving her a perfunctory hug because he was told to to the way he seemed to nestle his head on Zoe because he wanted to, growing cuddlier by the moment. She rubbed circles on his back, interrupted by the occasional pat. “Well,” Patty asked after a few minutes of silence. “I know what my mother would say ... Especially with him getting erections and needing to be milked more often ... But he is sweet” “Very sweet.” “And he is obedient ... he did such a good job holding still for his milking.” “And most men just can’t do that. Some even need to be restrained to keep them in place.” Though Patty suspected that said more about their wives’ prostrate massage technique, or lack thereof, than about the men’s behavior. “And he is cute.” “I can just about promise you you’re not going to find an easier husband, and I know that’s important to you for your first one. Is there anything I can say to sweeten the deal?” “I want him ... I’m just worried about my mother. She’s going to be involved a lot, especially at first … I think the milking thing would be a deal breaker for her.” It wasn’t her mother’s decision, but she had a say both by custom and because Zoe would need her to be involved. In theory she could do it all on her own, but that wouldn’t sit well with their religious community and would be tremendous challenge for a woman without a partner. “But to be clear, it’s not for you? A deal breaker, I mean?” “No, I don’t mind that.” Bad sitcom jokes and put upon wives aside, she agreed with Patty. Milking his clitty during a diaper change was just one more thing. The way he squirmed and then fell asleep was cute in its way. “What if ... what if you moved in here for the first year, rent free? You can learn all about man-rearing from me, and that way your mother doesn’t really have to be involved in anything you don’t want her to be involved in?” Patty preferred that solution to protect Mark from Zoe’s mother and the People of the Spirit, whom she heard were very communal in their man-rearing and severe in their approach to it. “That could work,” Zoe replied. “And if you do want to harvest him, I’ll even spring for the stimulator and collection device.” Zoe took a moment and began to slowly nod her head. She wanted Mark, and the living arrangement and his spermatozoa in addition to the dowry added up to quite a lot of value. “Deal.” “You’re sure your mother will approve it?” “I think so, especially if she doesn’t have to do any of the man-rearing ... And if not, her approval is just a custom, not the law. Ope!” “What?” “I think he’s pooing,” Zoe whispered. Patty smiled. “I think you’ve learned enough for one day.” She held out her hands. “C’mere, Marky. Let’s go change your stinky pants.” “Are you sure he’s done?” “I know my Marky. He will be by the time we get upstairs. Why don’t you go call your mother?” “Sounds good. Bye bye, Marky,” she waved as Patty led the waddling man upstairs. “See you at our wedding.”