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Welcome to Mommy Anna's Diapered Storybook! Some of you may know me from my website, diaperhypnosis.com My recent experience of having my store on Etsy closed because of their discrimination against our community (they are closing down all ABDL hypnosis audio there) has been one more reminder to me of how important it is for us to stay together as a community. I've decided to publish full-length diaper and regression stories, for free, as a special way of giving back to our community. I'm also recording these stories and posting them (full-length) on my YouTube channel, so you can hear me read them there. Mommy Emma from diaperhypnosis.com will also be recording some of these stories for YouTube. Anyway, I hope you enjoy these stories and keep being the wonderful you that you are! This multi-part story will end up about 15,000 words. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Samantha Hartley had always taken pride in being a woman of discipline. She built her life on structure—long days at the firm, power lunches with high-profile clients, and perfectly orchestrated evenings with Mark, her husband of eighteen years. Yet lately, something had begun to unravel in the quiet corners of her world. Not chaos—no, that would be easy to notice. It was a slow fade. A dullness creeping in where intimacy once bloomed. She loved Mark, of course. But the passion between them had thinned to a polite current. Predictable. Safe. Sterile. The longing didn’t come as a scream, but a whisper. Something primal. Not just sexual, but maternal. She wanted to be touched, yes—but more than that, she wanted to be needed. Cherished. She wanted to give—not in the transactional way she was used to, but through something sacred. The blog article she found one evening wasn’t something she would’ve ever shared with a colleague. The Intimacy of Adult Nursing Relationships—the title itself made her sit up. She read it, then reread it, heat rising in her chest. This wasn’t about babies. It wasn’t about kink, either—not exactly. It was about trust. About nourishment. About connection. And for women like her, it was about softness reclaiming space in a life hardened by power. She learned everything she could. Inducing lactation without pregnancy was possible. Time-consuming, yes. But possible. She needed a plan. The first thing she ordered was a breast pump—hospital-grade, quiet, efficient. It arrived at her office, tucked discreetly in a nondescript box. She unpacked it in her private office, her hands trembling slightly. It was real now. She also began taking supplements: fenugreek, blessed thistle, goat’s rue, and brewer’s yeast. She kept them in an elegant tea tin in her purse. A secret ritual. The first few days of pumping felt clinical. She sat in the firm’s lactation room, blouse open, watching the plastic flanges work rhythmically against her nipples. The suction pulled and tugged, awkward and mechanical. But she committed. Five times a day, twenty minutes per breast. She created a schedule and followed it like scripture. By the end of the first week, she started to notice tenderness. Her breasts ached faintly—swollen just enough to remind her that something was happening. She began to massage them gently in the evenings, imagining warm skin, a loving mouth, a needful tongue. At first, she imagined Mark. Later, she imagined herself cradling his head against her chest, rocking him, soothing him. Week three brought more obvious changes. Her breasts were noticeably fuller, her nipples darkened and sensitive to even the softest brush of fabric. She had to buy new bras—stretchy ones, no underwire. Her C-cup curves swelled into Ds. Then double-Ds. She noticed the glances in meetings. A junior associate stared openly one morning. Samantha smiled, amused. She didn’t mind. Let them look. They had no idea what these breasts were becoming. At home, she wore robes more often, opting for soft fabrics that brushed over her skin just so. She began sleeping without a bra, loving the weight of her full breasts against her chest. Sometimes she would wake in the early morning hours, nipples tingling, her body whispering: Soon. Soon, you’ll feed him. She kept it all from Mark. Not because she didn’t trust him—but because this was hers. A private power growing inside her. By week six, she began expressing small beads of milk. Just droplets, but enough to soak the tips of her cotton pads. When she saw them, she wept. Silently. A quiet, shaking joy. That weekend, Samantha made her move. She bathed first, using lavender oil in the water. Then she dressed in a pale pink robe, the silk hugging her curves. Her breasts looked glorious—full, heavy, maternal. She lit candles in the bedroom and turned off the television. When Mark entered, towel around his waist, she called to him softly. “Lie down, baby. Let me take care of you tonight.” He raised an eyebrow, but complied, settling into the pillows. She straddled him slowly, pressing her soft, warm weight into his lap. She kissed him, long and slow, and reached for his hands, guiding them up her sides. “I’ve been doing something... for us,” she whispered. “Something new. Something ancient.” He looked up at her, breath slowing. “I’ve induced lactation. My milk is coming in. And I want to feed you.” His eyes widened. A mix of shock and wonder. “You... want to nurse me?” She nodded. “Not just want to. Need to. I want you to drink from me, to need me, to let go and just be mine.” There was a long pause. Then he reached up, reverently, cupping her breast. She gasped—it was so sensitive, so ready. She guided his mouth to her nipple. He hesitated. Then suckled. Tentatively at first, like he wasn’t sure. But her hand at the back of his head steadied him. Encouraged him. “That’s it, baby,” she cooed, stroking his hair. “Good boy. Drink.” His lips created suction, and the faintest taste of sweet colostrum touched his tongue. He moaned—just a whisper—and pulled deeper. Her nipple tingled, then released. A slow leak of warmth into his mouth. He groaned again, this time deeper. A noise of gratitude. Of surrender. Samantha felt a flood of emotions—maternal pride, sensual power, overwhelming intimacy. She wrapped her arms around him, rocking him gently as he suckled. Her thighs clamped tighter around his waist. “Good baby,” she whispered. “Mommy’s so proud of you.” The word Mommy slipped from her lips before she even thought it through. And the way he shivered told her everything she needed to know. Mark’s hands gripped her hips. His eyes closed. He suckled harder, deeper, with devotion. She could feel him surrendering—not just physically, but emotionally. Letting go of control. Trusting her. Needing her. From that night on, they nursed every evening. Mark came to crave it—more than food, more than sex. When he arrived home from work, he would undress and kneel beside her chair, resting his head in her lap. “Please,” he would whisper, “let me nurse.” Sometimes, she would make him wait—just a little. She liked watching him squirm, liked how desperate he became for her milk. His body softened, his voice took on a different timbre. He stopped challenging her in small ways. He followed her lead. She could see the shift in him—more attentive, more obedient, eager to please her. When she asked him to do something—cook, clean, massage her feet—he did it immediately, sometimes with a hopeful glance toward her breasts, silently begging for his reward. And she gave it. When he earned it. “You want Mommy’s milk?” she’d say, arching a brow. “Yes,” he’d breathe. “Please.” She would let him suckle on the bed, stroking his hair, murmuring affirmations into his ear. “Good boy. Drink it all. Mommy needs you to be full.” She felt powerful—not in the way she did at the office, where power was hard and cold. This was soft and irresistible. A biological power. He depended on her. And the more he drank, the more her body gave. Her breasts now leaked when he wasn’t near. Her nipples ached for his mouth. It became a cycle of devotion. The more she gave, the more he worshipped her. And the more he worshipped, the more she gave. Sometimes, she held him after, breast damp and lips swollen, and whispered, “You’re mine now, aren’t you?” And he would nod, eyes wet. “I’ve never belonged to anyone more.” Samantha no longer missed the spark. She was the spark now. The center of their intimacy, their rhythm, their ritual. She gave milk. She gave softness. She gave control. And Mark? He gave everything else. And neither of them had ever been more fulfilled. Over the next week, Samantha had never felt this alive. Every evening, Mark came to her as though drawn by an invisible cord, the same one that now tied them together in a bond deeper than sex, deeper than words. The nursing was no longer just a ritual—it was a necessity, a sacred exchange. He craved her milk. Needed her body. And she delighted in his neediness. In his surrender. He had become more attentive, deferential, soft in his manner. The once self-assured man who used to interrupt her with suggestions or forget to take out the trash now waited for her cues. He folded the laundry without being asked. He texted her during the day just to check in. He stopped making jokes at her expense. When she told him she expected the dishwasher loaded her way, he apologized—sincerely—and redid it without a word. At first, it amused her. Then it thrilled her. Samantha began to shape their home life around her authority—not with cruelty, but with deliberate control. She crafted a schedule. A bedtime. A list of expectations. When Mark complied, she rewarded him with nursing. When he didn’t, she withheld it. “You don’t get Mommy’s milk until you earn it,” she’d say, brushing his cheek with mock sympathy. “Do better, sweetheart.” And he did. It was intoxicating. One quiet afternoon at the office, in between briefs and billing reviews, Samantha found herself browsing again. Her body still buzzed with energy from the morning’s pump session. Her breasts were fuller than ever, leaking now if she went too long without release. Her nipples stayed hard throughout the day, sensitive and swollen, a constant reminder of what she’d become—a source of nourishment and power. She was scrolling a forum on female-led relationships when a sidebar article caught her eye: “Wives Who Diaper Their Husbands: A New Level of Loving Control.” She blinked. Then clicked. The article opened with a soft, almost poetic tone—about caregiving, regression, and trust. About how some wives, especially in nurturing dominant roles, found deep emotional satisfaction in caring for their husbands in the most complete way possible. Diapers, it said, were not about humiliation—not necessarily. They were about surrender. About devotion. About returning a man to a state of complete dependency, where the wife ruled not only his heart and mind, but his body. As she read, Samantha’s breath caught. The author described the intimacy of diapering a man. Of wiping him, powdering him, pulling the thick padding up between his legs. Of nursing him afterward, freshly diapered and helpless in her arms. She spoke of the peace it brought. The power. Samantha’s thighs clenched involuntarily. Could I? she wondered. Would he…? The thought of Mark in a diaper—so obedient, so trusting, resting his head against her milk-filled breast while she rocked him—made her ache. It wasn’t just arousing. It was right. This was what she’d been building toward all along, wasn’t it? The nursing, the rituals, the structure. She had led him, slowly and lovingly, to a place where his submission felt natural. And now, she could go further. She could complete him. That night, as Mark knelt before her for his nightly nursing, she caressed his cheek and smiled warmly. “Sweetheart,” she said softly, “how would you feel if I took even more care of you?” He paused, mouth still latched to her nipple, then looked up at her, dazed and milk-drunk. “More?” “Mmhmm,” she cooed. “You’ve been so good for Mommy. So devoted. I’ve been reading about ways I can make you feel even more safe. Even more... taken care of.” His eyes searched hers. There was a hint of hesitation, but also a flicker of excitement. “Like what?” “Well,” she said, brushing his hair aside, “what if you didn’t have to worry about grown-up things at all in the evenings? What if I decided when you go to bed, what you wear, even whether or not you use the bathroom?” He blinked, stunned. She kept going, her tone soft, loving, but firm. “What if Mommy put you in diapers at night? What if that became part of our special time, too? Just like nursing. Just you and me. My sweet baby boy.” Mark flushed—deep red. “Diapers?” he whispered. “You… really want that?” Samantha’s gaze was steady. “I do. It’s not about embarrassment. It’s about trust. Intimacy. Letting me take control in the most tender way possible. You already let me feed you. Why not let me decide when and how you’re cared for in every way?” He looked overwhelmed, but not resistant. Not really. “You don’t have to say yes right now,” she murmured. “But think about it. Imagine lying in my lap, freshly diapered, drinking my milk, with nothing to worry about. No decisions. No pressure. Just love.” She stroked his cheek with her thumb. “Doesn’t that sound nice?” His answer came not in words, but in the way he suckled again—more urgently, more needfully. He melted into her, as if already imagining it. And she knew. He would agree. Sooner than later. Samantha ordered the supplies the next morning: soft cloth-backed diapers in his size, unscented wipes, soothing cream, and thick baby powder. She chose a plain white pacifier, too—just to see how it would look between his lips. The packages arrived at her office, as always. She unpacked them slowly, savoring the scent of the powder, the softness of the padding. She held one diaper up, imagining the sound it would make as she taped it snugly around Mark’s waist. She felt an almost maternal ache. Soon, she thought, tracing the edge of the diaper with her finger. Soon, my baby. This wasn’t just about domination. It was about transformation. Mark was becoming hers—not just her husband, not just her partner, but her dependent. Her darling. Her creation. And he was loving every step of it. So was she. And they were only just beginning.

Looking for a mommy in SoCal 😊 trying to get myself out there 😊

Jack adjusted his collar and smoothed out the front of his dress shirt for the third time that morning. The tie still felt oversized—Amazon-manufactured, like everything else in the building—but it wasn’t worth complaining. You learned early, as a Little, to pick your battles carefully in a world that wasn’t built for you. The doors of Halcyon & Crane Sales Solutions whooshed open with a soft puff of climate-controlled air. Gleaming floors. Holographic welcome signage. High heels tapping like judgment down glass corridors. Jack’s loafers squeaked faintly, barely audible against the thunder of Amazon shoes overhead. It was a firm run almost entirely by Amazons. And the fact that a 20-year-old native-born Little like him had landed a job here was… rare. Maybe even miraculous. He was proud of it—terrified, too. As he passed the reception area, Ms. Bellamy, the Amazon secretary, gave him a saccharine smile. “Good morning, little Jack. Tummy feeling okay today?” Jack stiffened slightly. “Yes, ma’am. Thank you.” She always asked that. In the same tone someone might use to check if a preschooler had remembered to use the potty. He kept walking. Kept his eyes forward. He had to prove himself. Every day. Every hour. The sales floor was buzzing with chatter, tablets, and presentation files. Amazon executives towered over their desks, making confident calls and reviewing data on floor-to-ceiling touchscreens. Jack’s workstation was, predictably, much smaller—tucked into a nook near the supply cabinet, custom-made for a Little. But his numbers were good. Better than good, in fact. That’s what brought the attention. Ms. Halden. Senior Accounts Director. Eight foot six, maybe more. Graceful but imposing, with dark auburn hair tied into a firm bun and eyes that could silence a room with a glance. She didn’t raise her voice—she didn’t need to. She was the type of Amazon who could make even other Amazons straighten up. She also had a reputation. Her office had a plastic potty in the corner. Some said it was there as a joke. Some said she used it for “noncompliant Littles.” Others claimed she’d already “adopted” two staffers from other departments—both of whom had vanished into domestic regression with full Amazon legal custody. Jack told himself it was just office gossip. But that still didn’t stop his heart from jumping when her voice echoed behind him. “Jack. My office. Now.” He turned, swallowing. “Yes, Ms. Halden.” He climbed up onto her chair-sized step-stool just outside the doorway and entered, quietly. Her office smelled of lavender and leather. It was pristine. Minimalist. Polished chrome and black furniture, the firm’s awards gleaming in a locked glass case. And in the far corner, like a stain in his peripheral vision: the plastic potty chair. Bright pink. Unlabeled. But unmistakable. Jack tried not to look at it. Ms. Halden gestured to a booster seat placed in front of her desk. “Up.” He hesitated. “Uh… may I sit in the normal—?” Her eyes didn’t even flicker. Just one perfectly arched brow. He climbed up into the booster. “Good boy.” Jack’s face flushed, but he didn’t argue. She tapped her desk. A glowing spreadsheet appeared between them. “Your sales reports are excellent,” she said. “Clients love you. You listen. You respond quickly. You never push. You ask questions.” Jack blinked, unsure where this was going. “I’d like to groom you for handling tier-2 accounts,” she said smoothly. “But that means more oversight. More structure. More… maturity.” Jack sat up straighter. “Yes, ma’am. I’m ready for more responsibility.” “Oh, no no,” she smiled. “Not that kind of maturity.” He froze. She tapped again. A smaller window popped open: a photo. A grainy shot of Jack in the break room two days ago, spilling coffee as his legs were dangling from the Littles’ bench. Another tap: a second photo. Jack, exiting the Little’s bathroom. Clearly mid-waddle. His belt loose. A faint bulge from beneath his slacks. He inhaled sharply. She folded her hands. “I’ve been watching you, Jack. You’re very determined to be a successful employee here. That’s good. But your goal is not… sustainable.” He opened his mouth. Closed it. Ms. Halden stood. She crossed the room slowly, her heels soft against the padded carpet. Towering. Measured. “I can offer you structure,” she declared. “Routine. Security. You’d never need to worry about mistakes. Or grown-up things. I can make sure of that.” She reached into a drawer and placed a folded diaper on the desk. Thick. White. Printed with soft pastel stars. Jack stared at it, blood pounding in his ears. “I—I’m not a baby,” he said quietly. “I’m free. I have my ID, my Littles’ Work Certification—” Ms. Halden smiled. “I know. That’s one of the reasons why I haven’t taken you yet.” She leaned down, whispering just beside his ear. “But you’re already halfway mine, Jack. You just don’t know it yet.”

An Anonymous commission. Enjoy. “Happy Anniversary!” Mikey said from the dining table, seeing his girlfriend of one year walk out of the bedroom. “Happy Anniversary!” Lilith said with a smile, not hesitating to help herself to a cup of coffee that Mikey had brewed earlier. “Got any big plans for us today?” “Uh, hadn’t really thought that far. But I do have something that I have been trying to build the courage to tell you…” Mikey said, looking down at his coffee in an attempt to avoid eye contact. “Oh, cool,” Lilith said, grabbing her coffee and joining him at the table. “What's up?” “Umm, I’ve got something that I’ve been meaning to tell you…I just…” Mikey started. “It’s okay. You can tell me anything. Besides, there's something that I should probably tell you too,” Lilith said, taking a sip of her coffee as she gazed into Mikey’s hazel eyes. “Really?” Mikey asked, shooting up with excitement. “Yea, but you first,” Lilith said, grabbing her boyfriend's hand. Mikey sat up a little, as if preparing to give some kind of public speech. “Ok- uh…” He started. “I uh- have a kink that I am really into and…” Mikey paused. He could feel his stomach churning with nerves as he tried to muster the courage to say it. “It’s okay, sweety. You can tell me anything,” Lilith said, smiling at him from across the table with her deep, mossy green eyes. Mikey couldn’t help but let out a smile as he felt butterflies in his stomach. “I’m an…ABDL…” He said, letting out a quick sigh. “What's that?” Lilith said, playing dumb. She had known for quite awhile now, having scrolled through the contents of his phone while he was asleep, but had decided that it wasn’t fair to call him out on it. It was something that he needed to feel comfortable admitting. Admittedly, it was also something that she was really into. Being unable to conceive children herself, she had always fantasized about finding a man to fill that hole for her. Mikey blushed, feeling beyond embarrassed. “Like…baby stuff…” He started. Lilith smiled. “Oh! Is that it?” She said practically gleaming. “What all does that entail?” “Um-” He gulped, feeling his leg frantically bounce under the table. “I like to be babied…use diapers…play with toys…” “Oh my gosh! That's so cute!” Lilith said, quickly getting up from the table to run over and give Mikey a big hug. She pulled him in close, tightly squeezing him as she started to imagine the possibilities. “Phew…that's a huge weight off my back,” Mikey said, looking emotionally drained from the anticipation. “So what's your secret?” “Well…” Lilith started. “Remember how I said I work remotely?” “Yea?” Mikey said. “That's not entirely true…” She started. “You see, the thing is…I’m actually a Witch,” She said, pausing to gauge his reaction. Mikey scoffed as he rolled his eyes. “Oh I see, haha!” He said in a raised voice, quickly getting up from his chair. “You think this is a big joke, don’t you?” Lilith was taken aback, unsure how to process what her boyfriend was saying. “No, I’m serious…” She started. “I’m a witch. I don’t work remotely because I am able to use my magic to make sure that we live a comfortable life,” Mikey threw his hands into the air. “What a fucking joke!” He shouted. “I just told you my biggest fucking secret. Something I am extremely embarrassed about, and you come back saying that you're some kind of made up fantasy character?” “I’m not making this up, Mikey,” She said, still standing next to the chair he had been seated in. “God, you’re such a bitch, Lilith!” Mikey shouted. Lilith said nothing. Mikey stared at her waiting for a response, but it didn’t come. Instead, she slowly turned herself around, and made her way towards the kitchen, opening one of the back cabinets and reaching into the back to pull out what looked like some old twig. “Oh great! At least we’ll get to role play your little witch fantasy, even though I just nearly had a panic attack telling you about my deepest desires!” Mikey yelled. Lilith ignored him, and gave the wand a quick flip and a swoosh as she muttered something under her breath. Mikey froze for a second, starting to feel a little tingly. Unsure of what had just happened. The tinglin stopped for a moment, and he prepared himself to call Lilith out on her BS again, when he suddenly felt a breeze on his legs. He looked down, quickly realizing his pants and socks were gone. His stomach sank as the tingly feeling returned, quickly growing and spreading its way through his body in every direction. He glanced up at Lilith for help, only to see her smiling back at him as he looked down in horror only to see his leg hair begin to vanish from the top down. Soon the tingly feeling spread to his arms, his chest, his face, all while he watched the hairs on his body disappear only to finally feel his beard fade into nothing as well. “Lilith!” He tried to call out, only to hear the word “Mommy,” instead. He tried to take a step forward, only to trip over thin air and end up on the floor, where he now felt the familiar comfortable feeling of a soft, Peekabu diaper wrapped around his waist. He looked down to confirm his suspicions, only to see the included black onesie that now covered his body, snuggly holding the diaper to his groin. “Mommy!” He heard himself say again as he tried to call out to his girlfriend. He felt the tears quickly build up in his eyes and couldn’t fight them for long before they began to overflow. He began to loudly weep as he struggled with what was happening to the reality around him. Tears streamed down his face as his nose started to clog with snot as his weeps gradually grew louder and louder. He felt himself start to pee. Flooding the soft, dry diaper that had magically found its way around him as the warm liquid spread around his boy parts. Lilith watched for a few minutes as the magic took its effect. She was beyond ecstatic and could barely hold herself together as she watched her once manly boyfriend break down into tears as he lost what little control he had over his life. It wasn’t until he let out a third call for his Mommy that she finally decided to step in. She stuffed the wand down into her sock as she made her way over to Mikey. “Shhhh,” She started. “It’s okay, baby. Mommy is here,” She cooed as she ran her hand through his hair. Mikey sniffled as he continued to cry, slowly looking up at her. “Was happen’n Mommy?” He said as tears rolled down his face. “Mommy didn’t like your attitude, so she decided you needed an attitude adjustment,” She said, helping him sit up as she wiped the tears from his eyes. “You’re gonna be Mommy’s little boy for a bit, okay? Just like you always wanted!” Mikey reached out for a hug, which Lilith gladly accepted, using the opportunity to lift him off the ground and carry him on her waist. “Maybe if you are a good little boy for Mommy for a week or so, we can give you some control back, okay?” Mikey nodded his head as he sucked some of the snot back in his nose. She carried him into his office, which was really just his man cave. His massive tower PC sat on his desk, back lit by way too many RGB LEDs. “Oh dear, this is all too much for a little baby like you,” Lilith said. Holding Mikey up with one arm, she bent over just enough to grab her wand out of her sock and gave it another quick swoosh through the air. A trail of sparkles lit up the wall as they made their way around the room, instantly transforming everything they touched. The walls turned white, with shiplap paneling on the bottom. Baby blue planes and clouds covered the top half. The desk turned into a fully stocked changing station covered in little cartoon animals. A massive adult sized crib appeared, alongside shelves and chests overflowing with stuffed animals and toys. Everything Lilith would need to take care of her little Mikey. Mikey’s eyes lit up with excitement as he watched the transformation. The little sparkles of light danced around the room effortlessly, completing the magical transformation before returning to the tip of Lilith’s wand, disappearing as quick as they had come. Lilith smiled as she watched Mikey’s face, knowing that this was exactly what he wanted. “Why don’t we have a little more fun while we're at it?” She said with a smirk, giving her already massive breasts a quick tap with her wand before returning it to her sock. Mikey’s mouth opened wide as Lilith’s breasts began to inflate. Quickly outgrowing their usual size and fulfilling his wildest dreams. His eyes stayed locked on her breasts as Lilith smiled down at him. “Milky! Milky!” He shouted. “What's that dear?” Lilith teased. “I want Mommy Milky!” He shouted, now trying to use his hands to pull her shirt down. “Okay, calm down, baby,” She said, gently carrying him over to the newly found rocking chair, and taking a seat. She laid him out across her chest as she pulled her shirt off, letting her two massive breasts plop out. Mikey instantly used his hands to grab a hold of one, guiding it to his mouth as he latched on, almost instantly starting to suckle. He felt the warm, sweet milk hit the tip of his tongue as his mind instantly melted away. Forgetting everything that had happened leading up to this moment. He continued to suckle, pulling in a mouth full of warm milk as he could feel his stomach rumble. “That's it. Drink up, my little prince,” She cooed, running her hands through his hair. Without warning, he felt his bowels open as he pushed a big mound of poo into the back of his diaper, feeling it spread across his soft cheeks as he continued to suckle on his Mommy’s boobs. He could feel the mess spread as more continued to come out, only making him happier with each passing second. It was all more than he could ever have hoped for. His cock now throbbed, pushing against his soiled diaper as he shifted to leverage it against his Mommy. He began to hump. Pushing his hips up against his Mommy as he felt his wet, mushy diaper rub against his sensitive parts. Lilith got up, holding Mikey against her breast as he continued to suck. She carried him over to his changing station and laid him out before pulling her breast away. “Look at you. You’re so cute,” Lilith said, using her thumb to wipe away the excess milk on the sides of his mouth. “Why don’t we get this icky little diappy off of you? Hmmm?” She cooed, moving to unbutton the snaps of his onesie as she exposed his soiled diaper. Mikey let out a soft moan as Lilith untaped his diaper, exposing his rock hard shaft to the brisk air. “My my,” Lilith said. “I think someone is a little excited about all of these new things”. She said, proceeding to wipe him down, cleaning up the icky mess as Mikey’s cock throbbed with each delicate wipe. She slid a fresh diaper under him, before she proceeded to coat his member in baby powder, dumping a rather generous amount on before slowly working her hand towards his shaft. “Does someone want to make cummies?” Lilith teased, running her fingers up his shaft. Mikey violently shook his head as he felt her delicate touch. “Yes!” “Mmmm, I don’t know…” Lilith teased, still slowly running her finger up and down his throbbing cock. “Pwease, Mommy!” Mikey shouted, throwing his hands down softly in a pouting motion. Lilith did hesitate. She quickly wrapped her hands around his little cock as she started to stroke it. Gentle at first, but she gradually gained speed as she watched her new little boy whimper on the table before her. “You're such a cute little baby boy,” She cooed, looking down at him with a smile. “Such a good little boy too”. Mikey whimpered as he felt himself already approaching a climax. Lilith could tell, but it's what she wanted. “That's it baby, make cummies for Mommy,” She said. “Cum for Mommy, sweetie”. Mikey’s cock twitched violently as he shot out several spurts of cum as Lilith continued to stroke. “Good boy!” She cooed, watching his cum pile up on his tummy. “You make Mommy so proud, do you know that?” Mikey was too out of it to respond. Trapped in a world of ecstasy for a moment as his deepest wishes had all come true at once. “On second thought, we should get you a nice warm bath to wash off in,” She said, giving his tummy a quick wipe before lifting his powered butt off the table and setting him on the rug in the center of the room. She opened one of the chests, pulling out a bin of hot wheels and set it in front of him. “You play with these for a bit while Mommy goes and gets a bath started for you,” Lilith said. Mikey instantly dove his hands into the box, dumping the cars everywhere with little care for much else in the world. This was exactly what he wanted. Did you enjoy the story? Want to read the next couple of chapters early without waiting? Check out my Patreon!

“Ossccaarrrr,” Mommy's gentle voice called out from the driver seat of the car, but Oscar didn't hear her. His mind was too occupied, too focused on the variety of stimuli sources at his disposal as his mouth remained eagerly fixated on his favorite binky. His hands gently caressed the soft, plush fur of his oversized Teddy who he held gently in his arms as he watched some Youtube on the iPad that hung from the seat in front of him. His oversized, adult car seat provided ample comfort, holding his nearly empty sippy cup in one of its cupholders, as well as a scattered variety fidget toys at his disposal in its various remaining pockets. The heavily tinted windows, and addition of a screen to block out the sun, gave him all the peace of mind he needed to ensure that no one could see in, ultimately creating one of his favorite spots to indulge in himself. “Oscar, sweetie,” Her voice called out again, this time nearly catching his attention as he gently pushed his Teddy into the soft cotton padding of his training pants continuously. “Oscar, baby!” She finally called out, much louder as he reached up to pause his video. “‘es Mommy?” He asked from behind his pacifier, further pushing his Teddy against his privates before refocusing his attention on grabbing his sippy cup. “We're almost home baby, can you help Mommy by getting your pants on?” He let the pacifier fall from his mouth and into his lap, lifting the remaining contents of the sippy cup to his mouth as he nodded, using his free hand to reach for the sweat pants he'd tossed to the side. Long car rides had become a norm for them, of which Oscar almost always removed his pants. Oftentimes he’d even remove his shirt as he enjoyed the feeling of being free, keeping just his training pants on as he'd let himself unwind. Their small town certainly had the essentials, but Mommy often liked to go on bigger shopping trips, or spend time in the suburbs that offered much more exciting things to do. But Oscar never minded. “Thank you, sweetie,” She said in her baby voice, watching him from the rear view as he placed the pacifier back in his mouth before starting to pull his feet through the leg holes of his sweatpants. “Mommy was thinking of inviting Mr. Addison over tonight too,” She asked, a slight tinge of hesitation in her voice as she turned down the main street into their neighborhood. “Is that okay?” Oscar nodded, having already expected as much as he’d been spending more and more time with him and Mommy. Mr. Addison had lived just down the street and divorced several years back. He'd hit it off with Mommy not long after and embraced their unique lifestyle, a plus for Mommy that helped to immensely balance out the give and take aspect of their relationship which Oscar had admittedly taken advantage of early on. “I was thinking he might even spend the weekend?” She asked hopefully, looking back at Oscar through the rear view as he non discretely started to rub against his Teddy again. “Okay, Mommy,” He said, pulling his iPad off the back of the seat as he tried to help gather a few of his things as she pulled into the driveway. “You got everything?” Mommy asked, turning back in the seat to look at him. “Uhh- no, heh,” He said, struggling to get everything into his arms having yet to even unbuckle himself. “Here,” She said, holding out her purse as she held it open. “Dump your toys and stuff in here,” Oscar did as he was told, putting his smaller items in her purse leaving him with just his Teddy and iPad as he undid the buckle. “Take those inside, but then come help Mommy with the groceries,” She said, hitting the button to open his door. Oscar scrambled out of his seat, lugging his oversized Teddy with him as he quickly made his way inside the house to drop them off, quickly followed by Mommy and her radiant smile. “Teddy will be just fine on his own for a few minutes,” She teased as Oscar hesitantly set him down. He smiled, giving a light jog back towards the car as he scooped up as any bags on his arms as he could carry before stumbling back to the house. “Wow,” Mommy cooed. “Such a strong boy for Mommy!” He smiled, beaming with pride as he set the bags on the counter, completely caught off guard as Mr. Addison entered through the door behind them. “Guess whos here!” He called out. “Ah! Hey Hun!” She said, running to his side to greet him with a big kiss. “Hi, Daddy,” Oscar said with a smile of his own, a name he'd only started calling Mr. Addison in the past few weeks. “Did you have a fun trip?” He asked in a childish voice, coming over to give Oscar a big hug. Oscar nodded, embracing the hug as Mr. Addison gave him a tight squeeze before Oscar let go and quickling returned to his Teddy’s side. “I gotta poddy,” Oscar said, a little red in the face as he retrieved his binky. “Yea? Do you want to use the big boy potty?” Mr. Addison asked in a coddling voice, reaching for Oscar's hand as he held his Teddy in the other. Oscar shook his head. “Alright, buddy. You wait right here,” Mr. Addison said, giving a playful head shake to Mommy as Oscar twirled back and forth. “What do you want for dinner, sweetie?” Mommy asked from the kitchen, putting the last of the bags away as she opened the freezer. “Mommy and Daddy are gonna catch a movie tonight, so it's going to be an early bedtime for you,” “Wha’!” Oscar pouted, looking towards his Mommy. “I know, sweetie. That's why you get to have whatever you want for dinner,” She said. A smile slipped through Oscar's face, knowing he'd always ask for his usual but still liked that she’d ask anyways. “Alright, buddy,” Mr. Addison said, returning with a training potty that he set in the middle of the room. “But no Teddy during potty time,” He said, holding out his hand. “Bu’,” Oscar started to protest. “Nuh uh, you know the rules,” Mr Addison quickly shot back, still holding out his hand. “What are they?” “No ‘oys on da poddy,” Oscar responded quietly, reluctantly giving up his Teddy before pulling his pants down and off as he tossed them to the side before doing the same with his shirt. “Except for that cute little binky,” Daddy said, giving his nose a playful wiggle as he smiled. “Also, what is it with his hate for clothes?” Mr. Addison asked teasingly. “Do you want your usual, baby?” Mommy asked, already pulling the dino nuggets out of the freezer before reaching for a box of Mac and cheese. “Yes, pwease!” Oscar shouted, dropping his training pants as he sat on his toilet, his nicely groomed privates on display for both Mommy and Daddy. “Mr. Teddy will be right here when you're done,” Mr. Addison said, gently resting his Teddy on one of the bar stools facing Oscar. “Dank you, Daddy,” Oscar said, his bladder releasing into the training toilet as the audible stream echoed through the room. “Shouldn't you feed him something a little healthier?” Mr. Addison teased, wrapping his arms around Mommy from behind as she arranged the dino nuggets on a baking tray. “Well the day you want to tell him he has to eat his vegetables and go to bed early is the day we can start that,” She said, turning around as they started to kiss. Oscar watched from across the room as Mr. Addison quickly made a romantic moment out of thin air, something he'd always struggled to do. Though something he was good at was ruining it as he let a loud fart loose, echoing in his potty as the squelching sound of his primary business flooded the room as he made his poopies in the potty. “Still happy he calls you Daddy?” Mommy asked with a smirk, watching him realize the source of the sound. “Trade you potty duty for bedtime duty,” He smirked, knowing his odds were slim. “Not a chance,” She said, bopping him on the nose before turning to slide the nuggets into the oven. “There's some wipes in my purse,” “Alright, bud. Ready to wipe?” Mr. Addison asked, opening up the pack of baby wipes as he held them out for Oscar to reach. Oscar grabbed one, running the cool wipe across his butt before dropping it into the potty. “Oh no, get in there, Mr,” Mommy called from across the room. “Last time you left the wiping to him he had a big old skid mark on his undies,” “The boys gotta learn,” He teased. “Then show him how,” Mommy retorted. He reluctantly grabbed another wipe, tracing it down Oscar's crack, giving a good few circles around Oscar's laxed hole as he playfully teased him before a second pass. Mr. Addison had certainly entered their lives for Mommy, but had taken an unexpected interest in Oscar after a few months of the relationship. Though Oscar was certainly his second choice, usually only paying special attention to him when Mommy wasn't in the mood or was on her period. “Danks, Daddy,” Oscar said cutely, willing to make Mr. Addison's simple fantasies of oral come true, though they had pushed thei relationship a little further in recent months. He quickly got up, pulling his dino training pants back up as he ran to his Teddy, grabbing him off the bar stool before running towards the stairs. “Dinners in 15!” Mommy called out as his butt disappeared up the stairs. She shook her head, always in disbelief with how much energy he managed to retain throughout the day as she looked at Mr. Addison with a smile. “What time’s our reservation?” “6:30,” Mr. Addison said, returning to her side as he kissed her on the neck. “Wow, we're really giving him an early bedtime,” Mommy chuckled, embracing his further advancing kisses as he worked his way down her neck. “Good thing I'm not on the bedtime routine,” Mr. Addison teased as the oven's timer went off. “Speaking of your duties,” She joked, turning around to give him a peck on the lips before gesturing towards the potty. Oscar remained upstairs, a space that had been almost entirely transformed into his. The two bedrooms upstairs exited into a den or sorts, which had been stocked with a TV and various game consoles on top of a large media cabinet that housed his bins of toys. Two large bean bags sat propped on the floor next to his Lego table where a massive city project grew bigger by the month. His bedroom resembled that of a toddlers, the light blue walls decorated with a series of clouds and rolling hills. His twin sized bed had rails on all sides, not tall enough to trap any actual adult but tall enough to help sell the illusion as piles of stuffed animals and loose toy cars covered the ground. Colorful art prints of cute animals covered the walls with the occasional drawing or two of his that Mommy insisted on hanging on his walls as a way to further embarrass him. A small shelf in the corner contained a loose stack of diapers, of which he'd been able to avoid for months now. The second room on the other hand was still mostly just storage, the junk room in the house where things without a place wound up as Oscar tried to dream up the perfect use for the space. “Oscar!” Mommy called up the stairs as he sat in one of the beanbags, his attention fully focused on his game he'd been watching videos on the whole car ride home, his pacifier very much in place as his Teddy provided a place to rest his hands. “Oscar! Dinner!” Mr. Addison shouted, catching Oscars attention as he paused his game, picking up his Teddy as he ran back down the stairs. “I'll take that,” Mr. Addison said, quickly taking the loosely held Teddy as Oscar jumped up into his seat. “Uhuh- hold on buddy,” Mommy said, pulling the plastic plate with small dividers to separate his nuggets, Mac and cheese and BBQ dipping sauce. “Where's your shirt?” “Uh- I don't know,” He said, pulling his pacifier out as he set it on the counter giving a half hearted attempt to look around. She sighed, smiling as she opened one of the drawers to pull out one of his baby bibs. “I don't need that!” He protested. “Yes, you do,” She insisted, circling the island to secure it around his neck. “We're not gonna have time for a bath tonight so I can't have you making yourself all sticky!” He pouted, leaning over the counter to grab his plate as he pulled it closer. “What do you want to drink, sweetie?” Mommy asked, grabbing a sippy cup from the cabinet as she opened the fridge. “Milkies, pwease,” He said, diving one of his nuggets into the BBQ sauce as he devoured it. “What movie are you guys seeing?” “I’m not sure,” Mommy said. “Daddy said it's a surprise,” Mr. Addison gave her a playful wink, holding Oscar’s Teddy over the counter, playfully rubbing his crotch against it from behind to signal his plans for Mommy. “Oh stop it,” She said flustered, sliding the sippy cup of milk to Oscar who shared a smile, knowing that his plans were very much the same for his Teddy. He scarfed down his food as they made their way in and out of the master bedroom in their attempt to get ready. “All done!” Oscar announced, getting up to grab his Teddy. “Good job, sweetie,” Mommy said. “Can you brush your teeth for Mommy?” “I haven't finished my milk,” He said, gesturing towards the still mostly full sippy cup. “That's fine, sweetie. You can take it upstairs with you,” She said. “Come brush your teeth in Mommys bathroom,” Oscar scuttled after her, passing Mr. Addison who was busy tying his tie, his nicely fit suit catching Oscar’s attention as he passed. “Think you can handle it from here?” Mommy asked as Oscar reached for his toothbrush on the counter. “Mhmm,” He said proudly, opening the drawer to pull out his childish toothpaste as he squeezed a generous amount onto the head of the brush. He quickly brushed, listening to Mommy and Daddy’s slight giggles in the room as he waited for the built in timer on his electric toothbrush to turn off, signaling he’d done enough. “Almost done, bud?” Mr. Addison asked, suddenly appearing in his full suit as Oscar found himself in slight awe. “Uhh-” He let out, feeling as though the timer should have been up as he clicked the brush off himself, spitting into the sink as he turned the water on. “Uh huh,” Mr. Addison smirked, ruffling his hair as Oscar leaned over the sink to wash his mouth out. “I’ll let that slide this time,” He chuckled. “Are you ready for bed then?” Oscar nodded, wiping his mouth as he looked back at Mr. Addison, feeling a sense of emotion that usually only Mommy had triggered. He’d never been explicitly gay or bi in any way, though he’d realized he wasn’t straight early on, just never bothered to put a label on exactly what it was. “Right,” Mommy said, stepping into the bathroom as Oscar stared dumbfoundingly at Daddy. “Just got to put this one-” She stopped, looking at Daddy who couldn’t help but puff out his chest as she smiled. “This one to bed,” She continued, her smile growing as she reached for Oscar’s hand. Oscar complied, following after Mommy as he turned to look back at Daddy as they darted around the corner, quickly making their way up to his bedroom. She pulled the covers over him, tightly tucking him in though she knew he’d quickly throw the sheets all about. “I love you, sweetie,” She said softly, leaning in to give him a kiss on the forehead. “I love you,” Oscar said clutching his Teddy tightly. She smiled, getting up as she dimmed the lights to his room, exposing the glowing stars on the ceiling as she gently closed the door. Oscar tossed about, loosening the covers as he reached for his iPad on the nightstand, propping it against a pillow as he opened up Youtube and settled in. The time passed quickly, eventually striking 8pm as his iPad went black, returning to the lockscreen as the parental controls set in indicating his usual bedtime. He tossed the iPad to the side, its durable case taking the brunt of it as it tumbled to the floor, though not his intent. Admittedly, he enjoyed nights with an early bedtime more and more as they were Mommy and Daddy's way of turning a blind eye, letting him play with himself and explore his own interests further without any repercussions. He rolled over, readjusting his Teddy as he began to rub his pee pee with his free hand, running small circles from the outside his soft cotton training pants, quickly replacing it with that of his Teddy’s. He slipped the soft, plush arm deeper inside his panties as he rubbed his stiffening member knowing that he'd be fast asleep in a pair of crusty training pants in no time. Did you enjoy the story? Consider supporting my work over on SubscribeStar! Or be sure to let me know what you thought by interacting with the post!

Long time lurker. This is the first story I've ever written. It's set in @bbykimmy’s Keeperverse. I haven’t seen a story set here in a while, so I thought I’d write my own. If you’re unfamiliar, it’s a world where people can randomly pair off in a biological bond of Keeper and human pet. The pet is legally owned by the Keeper and kept in diapers. Like an ABDL dynamic, but a publicly understood and accepted phenomenon. @bbykimmy's story Keeper's Pet got me to see how hot petplay can be, and Jeff’s Story by @justforfun solidified it for me. I definitely "borrowed" a lot from those 🙂. I tried my best not to contradict established lore. It’s a fun sandbox to explore. As a disclaimer, I’m not much of a writer. I’m not really concerned with things like story structure or pacing. This is just pure smutty fantasy for me. Also it’s not short. I like the little details of scenes like these. I have 40k words written so far. Hope you enjoy. *** Chapter 1- Undone I was clamoring through the halls of an office building on my way to a client meeting when it happened; the earth-shattering, mind-altering experience of the Bond. All it took was one shared look. A single moment of eye contact. You think you know who you are, and what your life is, and then in a split second everything you thought you knew is swallowed up by a single desire; be near her. Do anything you have to be hers and please her. Her eyes, her scent, her warmth, her entire aura become my world in an instant and eclipsed everything else I had ever experienced. We shared that look of shock, realization, horror, and most of all, deep affection, and that was it. The Bond. “Come here, pet” was all it took for her to say and I was a submissive puddle. My head buried itself down into her chest as her arms engulfed my body. I barely even noticed the tears in my eyes or the warmth spreading in my pants. Picture the safest you’ve ever felt. The most loved. The most you’ve ever felt like you belonged. And then multiply it by ten, twenty, by a thousand. It still wouldn’t come close to the Bond. But after you’re hit with the flood of animal endorphins, a flood of human anxiety mixes in. What about my life? My future? My freedom? What, I’m just a pet now? I can’t be just a fucking pet! Who even is this person? But a truth you feel in your bones fights those doubts; she’s my Keeper. We had slumped to the floor against the wall where she held me, softly shushing my whimpers and stroking my hair. “I’m here now. I’ve got you, pet. You’re safe,” she cooed, “I’m going to take care of you. You're mine.” Everything went fuzzy. I didn’t know if we were there minutes or hours before my brain turned back on. I opened my eyes and saw a few people staring at us out of a door down the hall. Seeing a Bond take hold wasn’t that uncommon, but like seeing a police scene, everybody always wanted to gawk. I felt half-dried tears on my face as I pried my head out of her chest to look up to her anxiously. My eyes met hers. Her eyes. Oh my god, her eyes. Like two pools of forever telling me everything was going to be okay. “Well hey there.” She spoke so gently, warmly inviting me into her presence. “That’s one way to meet someone.” We shared a small laugh through the awkward confusion of what had just happened. “Hi,” I said meekly, words escaping me. “Hello, Oliver. My pet,” she said, as if confirming it for herself. “You— you know my name?” She held up my wallet. Duh. “You were pretty out of it. I guess I just had to know who I was holding in my arms.” “Oh.” “I’m Annie.” Annie. Like a tidal wave her name washed over me and solidified her identity as my Keeper into the deepest parts of psyche. My world’s name was Annie. She had wavy, auburn hair that fell just beneath her shoulders. She was a little shorter than me and somewhere around the same age best I could tell; 30-ish. Her impossibly brown eyes smothered me like a comfy weighted blanket. And she smelled incredible. I’d never smelled anything like it before. I now felt my wet pants, soaked with my own urine, which had cooled. My face burned with embarrassment and shame. I was just lucky my bowels didn’t let loose too. The Bond made pets varying degrees of incontinent and I had heard of it happening. “What does this mean?” I asked. “It means we’ve found each other. I’m your Keeper, and you’re my pet. The rest is just…details, that we’ll figure out. But we’ll be together." Warm contentment rippled through me upon hearing her words. My Keeper. “You alright, Annie?” a male voice called down the hall. I couldn’t bring myself to tear my gaze away from Annie to see who was intruding on our embrace, but I hated him for it. “Yeah, I’m good, Mark,” she called back. “Just a bit of an unexpected situation, here.” She laughed a bit. “Could you do me a big favor? Go get Kaitlin and tell her I need a ride?” “Of course!” And I heard a door close. “I have my car here,” I blurted out, without thinking. She laughed, like the way you would at a child who has said something amusing. “So do I, sweetie. But now that I’ve found you, I just don’t think I can let you go. It’s easier if someone drives us.” I felt stupid. Of course we wouldn’t be taking my car. It just stopped being my car at all, didn’t it? I thought. Pets can’t drive. I then noticed the familiar weight of my keys and phone was missing from my pockets.Where does she want to take me anyways? My breathing quickened as another sense of realization over my situation was setting in. She probably didn’t want to let go of me because she didn’t want to risk me running. A twinge of panic. My body tensed and adrenaline flooded. I have to get my life back before it's too late. Maybe the Bond hasn’t set in fully. I tried to shift my weight to get my legs under me in order to make a break for it. “Shh, shh. No.” She gripped my limbs tighter. “You’re okay. Look at me...Look at me, pet.” Despite the fear, something deep inside me compelled me to obey her. “You’re safe here with me.” My breathing slowly steadied as she pet my hair and brought me further into her arms. “Good boy.” Those last two words. They hit me like a ton of bricks. My focus blurred like a shot of heavy pain medication just entered my bloodstream. It felt wonderful. I only heard Annie’s half of a conversation that somehow felt far away as someone else approached us. “Yeah, that would be awesome… There’s one a few miles from here…Yes…Thank you so much, Kaitlin, seriously. Yeah, I—I just don’t want to let him go; he’s still shaking…Okay…Yeah, thank you! We’ll be out there in a minute.” She turned back to me. “Okay, honey, do you think you can walk with me?” “Where are we going?” I asked anxiously. “There’s a pet store close by where we can figure all this out.” Another wave of adrenaline. “No, I don’t wa—” “—Yes,” she interjected firmly and decisively, like it wasn’t up for debate. “Be a good boy for me, okay?” I wanted to. I wanted to more than anything. Against all rationality I wanted to earn her praise, even if it mean going against my own interests. She helped me to my feet, keeping me close to her with a firm grip of my hand in hers. She pulled my head into her shoulder as we snaked through the winding hallway of the business complex, with a few pairs of curious eyes on us. I was now acutely aware of my soaked jeans. Annie led me towards the entryway and out to a car waiting outside, where she carted us both into the backseat. She was clearly aware of my panted breathes because she quickly pulled me back into her chest. The ride was a blur. Annie kept cooing soft reassurances to calm me, only breaking to tell Kaitlin where to go. I felt uncomfortably warm and was already starting to sweat. Soon we were at a human pet superstore, the kind I would previously pay no mind to as I drove past. There was a side entryway to an intake area for newly bonded pets. As we got out and approached the entrance I reflexively jerked away from Annie, who kept a firm grip on my hand. “No, Oliver. Stay with me,” she ordered firmly, but with affection in her voice. Every instinct in me was telling me to run, to salvage my freedom. Every instinct but one; stay near Annie. That one was stronger than all rest. In through the doors we were quickly greeted by a uniformed employee behind a desk. “Hi there!” she chirped. She approached slowly and spoke softly, no doubt for my benefit. “I’m Jenny. Looks like we have a new Keeper and pet?” I’m sure it was painfully obvious who was who in that equation. I couldn’t bring myself to make eye contact and just held Annie’s hand tighter. “Yes, I’m Annie, and this is Oliver.” “Hi, Oliver,” she said, her voice dripping in condescension, like she was talking to a child. I didn’t look up. “Let’s get you guys into a transition room and I can walk you through what happens now. Follow me.” I looked over my shoulder at the automatic sliding doors. One last chance at freedom. I almost got my muscles to obey my desire to run before Annie firmly tugged my arm and I felt helpless to break away from her. Jenny led us into a room and quickly shut the door behind, locking it. It was like a normal medical room, except there were two exam tables, one of which that had a cage mounted atop it. Not to mention the human pet paraphernalia on the shelves. Seeing the cage, I instinctively began to whimper despite myself. Annie turned me to her and brought her hand to face. “It’s okay. You’re okay, pet.” If she said it was true then it must be, because she was my Keeper. “Alright,” Jenny began, “I know there are a lot of emotions and confusion happening right now, but I’m going to walk you through each step. First things first, we should get him cleaned up. His body is shifting rapidly, and his rising body temperature and continence are the quickest to change. This clothing just isn’t suitable for him. Let’s undress him.” “Right,” Annie replied. She reached the top button of my shirt and brought my hands up to block her. I whined, “No! Please, I—” “—Oliver,” She grabbed my hands, “If you can remain calm, I promise I won’t put you in the cage while we get you ready, but I need you to behave and listen, okay?” She said she needed me to. That was all I had to hear and my overwhelming desire to please her did the rest. “Okay?” she asked again, more sternly. I nodded meekly. “Good boy.” Another rush of endorphins. “Nice job, Annie,” Jenny said, impressed. “I suggest we get him on the table before undressing.” “Good idea,” Annie affirmed. “Okay, pet, I need you climb up and lay back for me, okay?” I didn’t take my eyes off her as she and Jenny helped me up onto the exam table and laid me back. “Good, keep reassuring him. Keep him looking at you.” “Look at me, sweetie. Keep your eyes on me. Good.” It didn’t matter that I could hear Jenny coaching her on the tactics, I still didn’t stand a chance against them. My newly developing pet brain overrode my critical thinking and I was mush. Annie held my gaze as I felt my arms being brought up over my head and my wrists were secured into soft leather cuffs. Next my shoes and socks were removed and my ankles went into similar restraints. Seeing Jenny hand Annie some medical sheers, I pulled on the restraints and whimpered. “Keep talking him through what you’re doing. It’s important that he trusts you. It might feel like you’ve known each other forever, but your is Bond is brand new. Undefined. He needs to know your intention.” “I’m going to get your clothes off now so that you can be so much more comfortable,” she told me. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m never going to hurt you.” As she began cutting through the sleeves of my shirt I wanted to scream but her command for me to stay calm enveloped the front of my mind. My shirt was pulled away from beneath my body. Jenny joined her in cutting through my wet jeans, pulling them away next. The cool air was nice on my skin, but I felt so much more exposed. She brought her hand up to stroke my cheek again. “Good job, sweetie. You’re doing so well for me.” My eyes closed as I melted into her words and worked my face into her hand, trying to inhale her wonderful scent to quell my anxiety. “You’re a natural, Annie,” Jenny mused. “Do you have pet experience?” “I lived with a pet for a few years. My roommate’s. I was there when she first brought her home. I remember those first days pretty well.” Well at least my Keeper had a resume. “Great! So I’m sure you know what happens next.” No. Even I knew what Jenny was getting at. “No, please!” I cried, “Please, Annie, don’t make me wear a diaper!” I tried to sit up and plead with her but the cuffs held me down. Annie was quickly at my side calming me down. “This is why we use restraints.” Jenny spoke with a practiced authority. “He’s quickly becoming prone to acting on instinct and heightened emotions. He wants to behave, I’m sure, but he’s scared and his rational decision-making skills are already diminishing.” Pets wore diapers. I knew this. Everyone knew this. As much as you knew to stop at red lights. But to fully absorb that it was about to happen to you was mortifying. “At this point, I think it’s best we use this to help keep him calm,” Jenny said as she handed Annie something. It was a rubbery bulb mounted to a leather face attachment with a thinner strap. A muzzle, with a gag attached. “No, I’ll be quiet, I swear!” I tried to plead pathetically as Annie brought the gag towards my head. “Open for me, pet. Let’s get this on. That’s it. Good boy. My good boy.” I was putty in her hands as she inserted the gag and strapped the muzzle around my head. The bulky structure cupped my jaw and wrapped around my lower face. I tested the gag and was barely audible. The silicon teat in my mouth felt weird. My soaked underwear was cut off, leaving me naked and covered in my own piss in front of Annie, this stranger who I felt more affection for than I even knew possible. It was beyond humiliating as she used baby wipes to thoroughly clean my crotch. I expected disgust or pity from her as she cleaned my urine soaked skin, but instead her look betrayed something else. Is that…lust? I asked myself. She bit her lip as she handled my penis and balls to clean them. The attention from her quickly translated to a growing erection. Her gaze was transfixed to my crotch. I tried to move my hips into her as she brought down another wipe. I didn’t care who else was there, I wanted her touch. I needed more of her touch. “As you can see, and I’m sure feel,” Jenny started, and Annie's attention snapped back, “the sexual connection brought on by the Bond is strong. And he’s all instinct right now. But I'm sure I don't have to tell you pet parenthood is illegal, so pets in intersex Bonds are required by law to be neutered. Frankly, in the long run you’re just not always going to have the restraint to practice safe sex. You’re just as drawn to him as he is to you. So sterilizing him is the best option.” I whimpered hearing this. Jenny giggled at my erection dissipating. “That kind of talk usually works to get male pets under control down there. How else would we get them in their first diapers?” I groaned into the gag as loudly as I could and pulled at the restraints to convey my protest. It was ignored as Jenny handed Annie a bulky, pastel blue disposable diaper. Pet diapers were much thicker than medical incontinence diapers for human adults. “Also, it’s fine for a diaper or two, but you’re going to want to remove the hair in his diaper area for hygiene purposes. He’ll shed some of his body hair naturally as his body continues to shift, but not all of it. We have some cream I’ll send you home with.” “Thank you.” Again, I tried to make my disapproval known but was quickly learning it was getting me nowhere. Annie fluffed out the diaper before bringing it down to me. “I can see you’ve done this before,” Jenny said to her, “Repetition is always good, especially when training. Using touch on the inner thigh and phrases like ‘butt up’ is good for getting him used to diaper changes.” I hated being talked about like I wasn’t in the room, like I was a baby. Yet I was hopelessly unable to resist when Annie tapped my inner thigh and ordered, “Butt up, Oliver.” “Down.” She pressed on my hips and my bottom landed on the considerable padding. “Baby powder is a must. You won’t always be there to change him immediately and nobody wants to deal with a rash.” “Good job,” Annie cooed to me, “Good boy being still for me.” Her praise lit up my brain. She sprinkled baby powder over my crotch. The diaper was pulled up over me and Jenny walked Annie through pulling on the tapes snugly. I instantly felt an odd sense of claustrophobia around my groin as it was sealed off. It was warm and bulky and for some reason I actually I preferred the sensation of being naked. Not to mention the sheer humiliation of being diapered like a toddler. Jenny checked the fit of the diaper and settled the leak guards into place. “Since we don’t know what level of incontinence new pet will have, store policy requires him to also be put in a diaper cover of some sort.” Jenny held up a cloth garment with plastic lining inside and snaps, sort of like another diaper. “Obviously, it’s ultimately up to you to decide what level of protection he needs, be it plastic pants, cloth diaper cover, etc.” Annie quickly repeated, “Butt up,” and laid out the diaper cover before snapping it on, making my crotch even bulkier. “Next, let’s get his other restraints on, starting with pet mitts.” I whined all over again and tugged at my bonds as Jenny took out the black leather pet paws. “Right now, he’s most likely stronger than you, no offense. That will probably change soon as his bones lose density and muscles lose mass, but for these first few weeks or so, you need to make sure he’s well restrained. Your voice’s authority as his Keeper is one of your best tools in this regard. For Female/male Bonds, training and using hypnotic triggers is more crucial than ever because you might not always be able to restrain him with just your physical strength.” Annie looked down on me squirming with the same sensuous look. “Keep him calm, Annie,” Jenny gently guided, “Take his arm, let him know what you’re doing.” “Shh, pet. Stay still for me. You’re going to be a good boy while I put your mitts on.” The warm smile conveying her command melted me as she unfastened the cuff and took my wrist. “These are to keep you safe. When you’re wearing them you'll know I am taking care of you.” “Very good!” Jenny complemented her as she inserted my hand into the mitt. My hand was slid into a comfortable position around a soft pad, but held tightly so I could barely bend my fingers. My hand would be completely useless. The mitt’s shape vaguely resembled a paw, with traction pads on the palm. There was a D-ring on the wrist that could be clipped. Once my hand was inside and tightened at the wrist, the mitt zipped halfway up my forearm and was fastened. My wrist was re-cuffed to the table. Annie talked me through the same thing on my other hand. My best chance at freeing myself and escaping my pethood was just taken away. “You should keep these on him at all times, other than baths, for the first few weeks, if not months. Some people use them permanently with their pets. Until he’s trained not to take off his diapers or open doors and latches he shouldn’t, his instincts will get the better of him. Now let’s do his legs.” They slipped a similar pet paw on my foot, and then a leg harness that came up to a soft pad fitted around my knee and a strap around my thigh. “Everything we’re using here comes free in the standard-issued pet kit for new Keepers, but they’re pretty cheap. You’ll probably want to upgrade to something else based on both your needs. You’ll have chance here a little later before taking him home if you like.” “Got it. Yeah, I’d like to get him something more comfortable,” said Annie. “There are different ways to keep a pet down on all fours. The most common is clipping a short strap from the thigh to the calf to keep the knees a little bent,” Jenny explained. “And there are different schools of thought on letting pets walk upright or be kept down. I do recommend new pets be kept down for a while, but, of course, that’s up to you as his Keeper.” I knew that many pets were kept on all fours all the time. No one even bats an eye seeing a half naked pet being walked on a leash, down on all fours in a diaper and restraints. It was totally mundane. Is Annie really not going to let me walk? Another wave of human clarity washed over me. Nothing was going to be my choice anymore. I was going lose everything. My entire life. For some unknown future with this near-stranger. Despair overwhelmed me and tears formed in my eyes. I wasn’t even struggling, I just laid there forlorn. Annie saw this and had a look of deep sympathy and concern. “That’s all for restraints, right?" She asked, with some urgency, without taking her eyes off me. “Yep! We can move on to registration now.” “So we can let him up for that,” Annie said, not really asking. “Well, we prefer to—” “—I want to let him up,” Annie interjected assertively and was already going to my ankle cuffs and undoing them. “Just for now.” “Okay, usually we do some bonding time after registering but I can see you need some time now. We’ll take a break.” Annie uncuffed my wrists and once free I immediately scrambled off the table into her arms, almost knocking her over. She brought me to the floor in her lap. My face was back in her chest and I began to full-on weep. Being enveloped in her touch and smell went a long way to comfort me, but I still felt the crushing weight of my lost life, and my lost future. And I sobbed. “Oh, my pet. It’s okay. Shh. I’ve got you,” she cooed, “I’m so glad I found you. You’re mine now. I promise I’m going to take care of you. My sweet boy. You’re never going to be alone. Shh. I’ve got you now.” I felt a warmness radiate through my body; a great comfort combating the anxiety and despair. Then I felt a physical warmness pooling around my crotch and I knew I was wetting the diaper; my diaper. Everything became a blur.

Hello, it's lovely to be here. 31 male looking for his forever big/gf. I do want a family some day. I'm in the east bay of CA. A bit chubby but that can change with some hiking and encouragement. A loving protector of my two doggos and cat. A gamer with lots of good friends. A guy who can create with his hands and his heart. I'm sure there someone out there for me, and I'm hoping they see this and feel something stir within their heart for me. Maybe I'm just one day away from meeting the woman of my dreams. Someone who can be that light in my life. I want to bring fire into your eyes, and warmth to your heart.

Hey everyone! So this is my first story. I am actually a barely popular ABDL artist and I post most of my art content here: Hottogurugan (Comms Open) (@hottogurugan) / Twitter I usually do normal ABDL art, and I've only recently gotten anywhere close to good, and I rarely post new stuff but I'm working on getting more output. I am also collabing on an abdl game with another artist. But that's not why I'm here. Though I mainly draw diaper girls, I have a huge soft spot for Md/Lb and femdom dynamics involving diapers. Women putting boys in their pampered place etc. etc. I just have never had an idea that struck me as something I wanted to draw. So as a fun experiment, and after brainstorming with some fellow ABDL/MDLB writers on tumblr, I decided to write down a story idea that has been sifting around in my head for at least two years or so. The idea is not entirely original. There is a CYOA on Writing.com called 'The Colony'. The premise was that a Communist Matriarchy had been established on some space station. The women ruled the station and kept all men in diapers. No man was allowed to be potty trained and all had to obey female authority. One of the story avenues let you be a young man who was headed off to college in this strange matriarchal society. Needless to say, I fell in love with the premise, and I even tried to contribute to it myself. However, I did not like how the collaborative CYOA provided zero narrative control to any individual author. I was fascinated with exploring the idea of this society, and following a young man as he broke out from his parents only to eventually find himself ensnared in the matriarchy's web and succumbing to the authority of a new 'mommy'. Some of the writing was of....... subpar quality. Some of the story routes had entries that seemed like purposeful derailments by trolls, one literally ends with an entry that simply reads, "??????????". Can't exactly go from there without disrupting the flow. The story is sporadically updated, but individual authors never seem to contribute more than once. I have tried to get in touch with the original author, but after two attempts at contact, and four years of no reply, I assume he has abandoned his account and the story itself. As such, I have decided that I would take the premise and write my own story based on it. In order to avoid plagiarism, I am completely changing the names of characters, places, and even making some of the few plot points presented in the original CYOA differently. I am only taking the premise, and my own rendition of the first part of one of the story avenues presented originally, beyond that, this is my own work. I simply wanted a creative avenue that was under my control in which I could explore the world set by such a premise, the people who live in it, and the ideology of the ruling matriarchy. I hope you all can enjoy my take on this premise, and I hope you all come along and follow me for what may be the first of possibly many stories. Disclaimer: The author of this work does not follow or endorse any of the ideologies described in this work of fiction. All mentions or opinions expressed in this work do not reflect the authors own opinions. The opinions of characters in the work do not reflect the author's, and only serve as vehicles to further the plot or help in characterization of the characters involved. This is erotic fiction first and foremost, none of the ideas represented are meant to be taken seriously or advocated for in the real world. Our story follows Raymond, a young man who finds himself attending university in a strange society where matriarchy is the ruling ideology. In this society, men are kept as partially infantilized adults with the legal rights of toddlers as they are cared for and commanded by an all-female elite. Raymond must navigate his way through this strange culture until he completes his pilots' certification, and he is determined to escape the society with his dignity and continence intact before the female web of the matriarchy fully ensnares him? Things become even more complicated when he meets the love of his life in this strange place. Will our hero escape or be made into a loyal pamper-packer at the behest of female authority? A Radical Equality Chapter 1: Arrival “I am not wearing that!” “You have no choice, it’s the law.” In the room stood three figures. Two women and one man. The man, an average student in his mid-20s, sat on a medical table in a brightly lit backroom resembling an examination room. A traveling case and a backpack lay at his feet. With his arms crossed, he glared defiantly at the two women who stood just barely above him. The two women were of different professions, both at least a decade older than the man. One was dressed as an office professional, her blouse had an emblem stitched to her left breast, with the word “IMMIGRATION AND CUSTOMS” embroidered just above. On the right breast, an ID card hung from a clip in her breast pocket. The other woman was a law officer, her faded navy-blue uniform barely disguised the silhouette of a Kevlar vest. The tools of her trade were clasped onto her duty belt. Her left boot tap-tapping in an annoyed cadence. Even those both women were physically smaller and less intimidating than the man, they stood as if they were the authorities. They gave off the impression of two stern schoolteachers trying to subdue an unruly toddler. In their minds, that was exactly what they were doing. “Listen, you can either be mature and wear the diaper or we can arrest you and have you deported.” Said the immigration woman. “Oh, and if you do decide on arrest, you’ll still get diapered. Prisoners don’t have potty privileges.” “But that’s ridiculous! I was never told I’d need to wear…. one of those.” The man replied. “The diapers? You said you were here on a student visa, right? Did you not read the rules required of males living on this planet?” In truth, the man had read the rule sheet, but he thought it was a joke. He also didn't even bother to do much research on where he was headed, otherwise, he would have known of the strange rules he would be subjected to, and the puffy garments that would replace his normal boxers. “I…. I read the rules.” He said, “I just thought it was a joke? Like, you can’t seriously require all men to wear those things, right?” “Diapers, and we do. It's one of the foundational pillars that our society rests on, and I am simply asking you to respect it, young sir." “Stop talking to me like I’m a kid!” “Stop acting like one then!” “I’m 21…” "That doesn't mean anything. Here, you're legally a child still. And with that attitude, you might as well be one!” The room fell to silence for a moment. She was right. He knew she was. He felt childish, being told by two authoritative women that he needed to put on a diaper. His cheeks were flushed red from the emotions he was feeling. Anger and embarrassment. Angry that he was so stupid to not take the pamphlet seriously and embarrassed at having to go through the ordeal. He found himself in this situation because he had no other choice. No other university accepted his application. He was intelligent, but a terrible student, and as such his grades were lackluster. He originally tried to make it as a dockworker on Earth's Intergalactic Trade Station, but after two years of that, he decided it wasn't the type of career he wanted. But being exposed to the spacecraft he unloaded cargo from, he got the idea that maybe being a space pilot might be a fun job to take. So, he decided to try his hand at one of the many credentialing institutions in Human space. The issue was, that only a select handful of institutions offered classes. Spacecraft piloting was necessary and high-in-demand profession, but companies were always particular about who could become a pilot, and a certification in a specific space quadrant meant where you got certified is where you would work. But none of the larger and well-known institutions would take him in on account of his lazy performance in high school. Until one day when he received a strange email from a university, he had never heard about. He didn’t remember much of the email, nor did he even try to pay much attention when he was reading it. All he remembered was something about “communist matriarchy”, “a particular way of life, and "revolutionary culture'. But he mostly paid attention to the "reduced board and tuition for off-planet male students" and the “Spacecraft license classes offered”. That’s what got him here, a college degree and at a cheaper cost somewhere away from his parents? He couldn’t pass it up. If only he had known, he might have held out for somewhere else before submitting his application. “I am going to ask you one more time.” Chimed in the office lady, breaking the silence. “Will you submit to a diapering, or will you continue to be fussy and require us to send you home?” The woman crossed her arms and looked at him with a stern expression, awaiting an answer. The policewoman’s tap-tapping increased in rhythm. The young man paused for a second, he wanted to say ‘just send me home! I’m going back to Earth.’ But his subconscious stopped him, he knew deep down that if he went back, he might not get another chance to get a certificate and license. Maybe, just maybe, he could cram courses as much as he could and get out as soon as possible. Maybe wearing diapers for a year or two wouldn't be so bad, was it? He didn't necessarily have to use said diapers, and this station was built from a prefab, so there had to be a men's room somewhere hidden away he could use. This was his chance, he had to take it. He took a deep breath and let his arms fall to his side. “Alright, I’ll wear the diaper.” He said, “I guess when in Rome.” The office woman’s expression changed from stern disapproval to a pleased smile. She walked over to a cabinet and pulled out some items before returning to the medical bench. “I’m glad to hear that you’re big enough to take the easy way, I was worried Miss Roland here was going to have to cuff you.” “I would prefer not to, makes my job easier when they behave.” Said the policewoman. "Oh, I bet it does. Alright, young man lay down on the bench and I'll get you changed." “Whoa, hold on. I can change myself just fine!” The stern and disappointed expression returned to the woman’s face. "I'm sorry, but in addition to having to wear diapers, you are also not allowed to change them yourself. Lay down on the medical bench and I’ll get you into your diaper.” “No way lady! That’s weird! I can put it on myself.” “Officer Roland please restrain him.” The man found himself being pushed down by the officer with more force than she had been able to use. She must be on enhancers. "What the- “he retorted as he fell back on the bench. Cop lady quickly restrained his left hand with a medical cuff, and the office woman quickly went around the other side and cuffed his right. They were quick from lots of practice with this exact scenario. With only his legs free, the young man began to squirm and lightly kick them about. “Hey, get me out of this! You can’t- “ “If you don’t stop moving your legs, we will have to restrain those too. Calm down and just let me change you!” “No! Let me out you bitch!” he cried back. “Suit yourself.” Immediately the women set about restraining his legs. The police officer had no issues restraining his leg, but the immigration lady needed help. But after a short struggle, his legs were restrained as well. He was about to let out another expletive but was interrupted by a soft, rubbery object being forcefully inserted into his mouth. “Spit that out and I’ll have to tie that around your head.” He wanted to spit it out but decided against further restraint. It was also somewhat soothing to have in. What was it exactly? The office woman began to make her way back to the cabinet while Officer Roland stared over the young man like a hawk. The Office lady returns with a pair of razor-scissors. “I’m sorry but since we had to restrain your legs, the only way to get your pants off for a diaper change is by cutting them up.” She then gave a quick snip-snip with the scissors. The young man didn’t want his pants cut up, but this was the fate he chose. He squirmed up until the point of the woman removing his belt and readying the scissors. He knew better than to be unsteady around those things. It took several cuts to get both sides of his pants undone. No longer held together with thread, the woman slid the pants out from underneath him, leaving him mostly exposed except for his underwear. The woman held up the scissors with a disgusted face after seeing his gray boxers. As if she were offended by being subjected to seeing them. She positioned the scissors to begin cutting the undergarment. “Now hold still, otherwise there will be a bad accident.” Saying that, she began to cut the boxers, both ends now lie open. She removes the underwear from underneath the young man, whose face goes beet red. Holding the underwear out, somewhat in disgust and curiosity. “Why do you off-world boys even wear these? They don’t offer any protection and they don’t look comfortable. If I left my boys in these, they’d make a mess all over my carpet.” She tosses the cut-up garment into a trash bin. “You won’t need those anymore mister.” She turns around to face her charge, with a wide grin on her face. “Are you ready for your first diaper mister grumpypants?” The tone of her voice and mood noticeably changed, as if a switch had been flipped in her hand. Or maybe to try and signal to him that he is now in her good graces. She wanted him in those diapers, not his big boy undies. She pulled out a bottle with lotion inside and squirted it onto her hands before rubbing them together. She went for his crotch, and he began to squirm in reaction to this strange lady rubbing his groin. “Stop squirming little guy, it’ll go faster if you stay still.” The woman was surprisingly professional about rubbing lotion on all of a man’s junk. The young man on the other hand was flustered as one could be. This was the first time a woman had ever given him the attention of this sort, and it was while he was restrained and trying to put him in a diaper. By the end of the lotion rubbing, he was a blushing, embarrassed mess and could barely come up with a thought. The woman retracted her hands and turned around to grab something else. Turning back to face the man she holds up a thick white object, which the man immediately recognized to be an unfolded diaper. The woman’s smile beamed at him, it was a happy smile, but he still found himself intimidated. “Time for your first diapering little boy!” Beamed the woman before unfolding the diaper. The unfolded diaper surprised the boy in just how large it was, it had to be as long as the woman’s torso, and it couldn’t have been less than half a foot wide in the middle. She slid the enormous underwear beneath him and adjusted its position under him. She pulled the front of the diaper over his crotch. “Shh, such a good boy for keeping still. I’m proud of you.” The woman cooed at him as if he were a toddler while she pulled the diaper's wings over the front. The tapes made a distinctive sound as they were secured onto the landing strip. The woman pulled back after the diaper was fastened onto the man. “All done! Good job for calming down, I bet you feel much happier now that you’re properly padded up, huh?” Cooed the woman, the cop on the other side of the bench gave a quick chuckle at the sight. The young man just sat in silence, too flustered from the events to react to anything. To him, the diaper felt bulky and soft, if tightly secured. It was surprisingly comfortable for what it was, felt almost like a pillow between his thighs. Both women began undoing his restraints, once his arms and legs were free the office woman helped him sit up on the bench and the police lady sat next to him. "Now I know you must be flustered by what occurred and feel like you've been punished enough. But your behavior from earlier is simply unacceptable. Around here you are to respect and obey female authorities, your little outburst is simply something you'll need to learn to control. I understand this is your first time on our planet, but you simply must learn to follow our rules if you wish to stay here. As such, to help you learn, Officer Roland here will administer a light spanking to you.” Her words were practiced and professional, she does this routinely. The young man was taken aback by her threat of a spanking. But before he could reply Officer Roland grabbed his hands and forced him over her lap. His thickly padded behind was now exposed prominently to the air. He popped the pacifier out of his mouth and yelled. “Let go of me!” He now couldn’t see the woman who had been administering his defeat for the past hour, but he could hear her tone change in her voice. “Sigh You just don’t learn to stay quiet, do you? Officer, how many spankings do you think are in order?" “I’d say at least 20 ma’am.” “Make it 30.” The young man began squirming and yelling in protest. 'This is an injustice!' he thought to himself. And he continued to writhe about. He felt another pacifier being inserted into his mouth and a strap tightening around his head. He could no longer vocalize his distaste for the actions being done to him. He feels a hand grab his chin and rotate his head. The office woman rotated his head, so their eyes meet. “Welcome to Estrea little boy.”

Hope you enjoy this story I created back in 2023. At that time in my life I was going through a breakup and finding Mommies online. Lately I’ve been getting back into reading diaper stories and I wanted to share my own. Rereading it has been baffling with some mistakes I’ve found, but my battles with dyslexia is real since with my regular job has me staring at Excel spreadsheets all day. This 6 part story has been on Fet for a while I never really got any feedback I was hoping for besides couple of hearts. I’ve been contemplating picking the pen back up. Enjoy 😁 —————————————- Four contracts in one day. I was pooped. As I finish off my work week on Friday afternoon I begin to pack up my things to head home. The Wi-Fi in my apartment died the night before so I was forced to go into the office. Usually, we only are required to come into the office on Tuesdays and Wednesdays so the office was a ghost town on Friday. Since I knew that the office would be barren I thought now would be a good time to have some fun and go to the office in my favorite Tykable diaper. Before I left in the morning I even through a booster pad during my change since I knew I would use it to its max. Before I shutdown my laptop I wished Vanna (the girl from Marketing two floors above me) goodbye via our chat on Teams(internal company messaging). Before she could reply I closed my laptop and stuffed my notepads in my backpack. As I stand up the unmistakable sound of a badge scanning the door beeped and the door popped open. My eyes raced over to see who was there since nobody had scanned in all day. In came Vanna from Marketing and my heart jumped to my throat. Vanna was a self-made woman who took no shit from anyone. If you worked with her you would not find a more loyal and determined colleague, but if you were on the opposite side of that coin then she would either eviscerate you or roll right over you. She was 31 and never mentioned anything about relationships or social life. She was a mystery besides her loving cat that she had framed all around her office. Her passion has always been her work. Like everything in life there are two sides to every story, little did I know her determination at work was only a fraction of what truly made Vanna her wonderful self. Vanna was an absolute bombshell of a woman who looked like she inspired Victoria to start having secrets. She had an hour glass body frame that she never used to her advantage in her ruthless climb of the corporate ladder. I was easily head over heels for this woman but I couldn't find a way to express this to her. Now this Goddess was looking right at me and all I could think was, "How do I get out of this?" My heart raised as I shift in my chair resulting in crinkles for all to hear in the ghost town office space. As she walked through the door reality hit me hard and fast. There was nobody on my floor besides me and I'd been sitting in a soaking wet diaper that I could even smell while I was working. The combination of being alone and smelling like a wet toddler made my heart race as she came closer and closer. "Hey Frankie" Vanna sang out as she walked over to my cube. Luckily I had my do not disturb drawer pulled out that blocked others from entering my cube. This was done strategically earlier so no one could see me humping my chair making cummies in my diaper like a dirty baby. She noticed the block and made hand gesture like she was going to leave and catch up with me later. I sprung out of my chair like someone threw hot coals down my back to greet her and tell her to come by. She turned around and approached my cube while I came to terms with what I just did. "How are things on the smelly 2nd floor?" She said waving her hand back and forth as if she had smelt a soaked baby boy. "Ha, no change from the usual. Hey, I thought you worked from home on Fridays." She rolled her eyes," Ya I'm closing this giant deal and all my colleagues are too scared to make moves without me so they keep pestering me. I come in when it is quiet and I can get work done." Vanna looks me up and down, "Oh, is that a new shirt?" Confusion hit me like a ton of bricks because I rarely buy new clothing. What is she getting at? She was staring directly at my waste line so I began scanning my waistline wondering what she could be referring to. Then...I saw it. One of the wing tips from my diaper was poking out from my Hawaiian shirt that I was wearing specifically so this WOULD NOT happen. In an instant I felt all of my blood rush to my feet. I was frozen with embarrassment as I tried to muster a response. "AHHUH, ya it's new and I haven't taken the tag off," I said as I tried to shift around in my seat to make this "new tag" shift under my clothes. "Well it looks like the purchase has been finalized, lets get that tag off." Before I could react Vanna slithered past my useless pullout drawer that was supposed to keep others out and grabbed the wing of my diaper with pinpoint accuracy. She moved so fast that I had no time to react. When she pulled it and the "tag" didn't come off but instead got bigger, she let out an audible gasp. My face was now on fire as she began to put together what she just discovered. Here I am staring at the most sought-after woman in the company and she just realizing that I am in a diaper. "Is...Is that a DIAPER?!" She asked. My jaw literally hit the floor as I contemplated jumping up to running out the door. As I tried to form words all I could do was breathe heavier and heavier until it sounded like I was running half marathon. "And is that stale smell I'm sensing coming from...YOU?!" The sound of my heart pounding was all I could hear and it felt like I was on a wooden rollercoaster with my adrenaline going through the roof. "Are you wet? Are you peeing right now??" I braced my chair, "NO! I...we are so close to the bathroom." She cut me off, "You bring up a good point. You are close to the bathroom and yet here you are in a diaper." As she said "diaper" I could feel the blood start to pump in a very focused direction. My squishy wet diaper began to have solid formation that was poking towards the voluptuous figure in front of me. How could I be aroused in a time like this? As I shifted around to hide the tent currently being pitched in my pants the sounds of a crinkly diaper emerged. Vanna giggles, "OMG you crinkle!!" She said as her face lit up. She covered her face and pointed at me as she started to laugh. The excitement I felt from her pointing out my diaper suddenly went away in one heartbeat. It dawned on me that my chances with this incredible woman of my dreams were now shattered. "Why would any woman want to be with a 33-year-old stuck in diapers?" was the thought that was shooting across my mind. Vanna continued laughing as she turned her head to soak in what she was witnessing. A feeling of hopelessness came over me as she turned away to compose herself. My vision started to become blurry as tears began to overrun my eyes. As she turned back around my head started to sink into my chest as a low sob began to slip from my lips. "Ohhhh noo...Frankie!" she expelled as she started to move closer to me. I felt her hand gently rube across my arm and another caress my cheek. "I'm so sorry you poor little thing." The tone of her voice hit my ears which unlocked a feeling of comfort that is rarely felt outside of a loving mother/son relationship. This juxtaposition of feelings was so extreme that it caused me to lose focus for a second. Her hand continued down my cheek to the back of my neck which sent shivers down my spine. In a moment of euphoria I felt this genuine sense of vulnerability as I looked into Vanna's mystical eyes. It triggered a warm sense of love and security that I hadn't felt before in years. I never wanted this feeling to go away as I lost myself in this paradise. It was so intense that I could feel the warmth building inside until I noticed another warm spot but it coincided with giant wet spot on my pants. "OH MY GOODNESS FRANKIE!" I open my eyes and Vanna is right in front of me hands over her mouth as she looks at the very visible stain on my jeans. My vision became blurry again as the levey broke in my eye ducts. Vanna grabbed my chin and made me look into her eyes. "Do you want me to find a way to make things better for you?" My head began to bounce up and down as my noise began to bubble up in conjunction with my eyes cascading tears. Vanna took my hand and said, "Ok baby, you are going to follow me ok?" She grabbed my hand and pulled me up from my chair where she threw a jacket around my waist. "Everything is going to be ok you just need to follow me and do as I say ok?" I nod my head again and try to prepare for the unexpected.

“Oh please,” She chuckled, her gentle laugh coaxing him towards a submissive headspace as she learned more about him. “All of you little boys are exactly the same,” She slowly advanced, reading right through his defiant bluff as she leaned in closer. “You want your Mommy to keep you diapered, with a cute little pacifier in your mouth,” She started, forcing eye contact as his face grew red with embarrassment. “You want to be babied, letting Mommy tell you what you can and can’t do, while ensuring your every…little…need is tended to,” He stayed quiet, holding back a hot puff of air as his cock quickly stiffened in his otherwise swollen diaper that she’d only assumed was there. His face swelled with heat, his cheeks growing hotter and more red with each word that escaped from her delicate lips. “A Mommy to schedule your mid day naps…to make sure your bottle is full…to ensure you have plenty of toys and stuffies to play with,” She let out, her smile growing wide as he sunk into himself, any semblance of defiance instantly wiped from his face. “But most importantly, you want to make cummies in your diapers. Don’t you?” He forced a nod, his mind melting with the in rush of fantasies and desires as he accepted he’d do just about anything for that last part to come true. He gulped, listening to her chuckle as she slowly leaned back, pulling her head back to give him a small amount of space on the bed as she continued to sit at the edge. “Can Mommy see your diaper, sweetie?” She asked, a playful swirl of her fingers on his comforter as she smiled at him. He didn't resist, quickly fumbling with his button and zipper as he pulled them down, revealing the squishy cartoon diaper wrapped around his waist. She let out a playful gasp, leaning closer as her swirling finger gently caressed the inside of his legs. “Good boy,” She smiled. “Such a soggy little baby,” His heart sank, realizing she’d pulled her phone out of her pocket as he quickly scrambled for his pants, only for her to quickly pull them away. She opened the camera app, starting a recording as she pointed the camera at him. “I’ll be your Mommy, baby boy,” She said sternly, giving another soft caress of his inner thigh as she brought the camera closer. “You just have to look right into the camera and tell Mommy what it is you want,” He gulped, his heart racing. He’d never thought he’d get this far and knew he couldn’t turn it down. She was outrageously gorgeous, speckled with an enchantment of glittery makeup that only further exemplified her beauty. Her delicate skin was soft to the touch and he could barely keep his eyes off of her massive breasts. He’d been instantly charmed by her voice from the first time he heard it, ultimately leaving him no choice to comply. Something she was counting on. “Don't be nervous, baby,” She chuckled, seeing his face jump through a mix of emotions as he eyed the phone. “This will only ever see the light of day if you break Mommy's heart. You just look into the camera and tell Mommy all about your desires,” “I- want- Mommy-” He gulped, taking short breaths hearing his stupid voice echo in his head as he came up with nothing better to say. “Yea?” She chuckled, loving how adorable he was as he crumbled nervously in front of her. “What do you want from Mommy?” “I-” His body shook nervously. “I want you to treat me like your baby. I want to be diapered and- and-” She set the phone down, propping it up against the wall as she sat back on the bed. “Come here, sweetie,” She said softly. “Come lay that big head of yours in Mommy's lap,” He did as he was instructed, scrambling over to her as he lowered his head, instantly finding a comfortable position as his eyes looked up at her loving smile. “You strike me as a binky boy,” She smiled. “Is that right?” He sheepishly nodded, his eyes drifting towards her breasts both out of awe but also as a means to avoid eye contact. “What else do you like, sweetie? Tell your Mommy everything,” He gulped, really not sure what to answer with as he'd only really started to discover this side of himself in the last two years of college. “Uh- toys-” He said dumbly, regretting his choice of words as he said them. “Mhmm,” She smiled. “Little boys are always big on toys. Do you like Legos? Action figures? Have you ever played with sensory toys?” He nodded dumbly, his cock throbbing intensely on the inside of his diaper as he arched slightly to readjust. She smiled, softly rubbing her hand over the outside of his diaper as his hardened member eagerly pushed back. “What's this?” She asked dumbly, giving it a soft gentle rub as she whimpered. “It feels like such a big, big cock for such a widdle baby of a boy,” He whimpered more, his face growing redder as his cock throbbed aggressively, welcoming the attention. “Do you wanna suck on Mommy, sweetie?” She asked, already pulling her shirt off as she undid her bra. “Well have to work on your communication skills, but I think that little head of yours is being clouded by some nasty big boy thoughts,” He stared dumbfounded at her massive breasts, hanging just inches from his face as she started to lower her breasts. “It's okay,” She said with a smirk. “Mommys got plenty of milky for her thirsty little boy to suck up,” He nearly squealed with delight, opening his mouth as it quickly became filled with her massive tit. “You like to cum in your diapers, don't you?” She said softly, delicately stroking at his hair as he murmured dumbly. “Is that a yea?” She chuckled. “I bet you love putting toys in your cute little bum too,” He moaned, his cock pressing firmly against his diaper as he started to lightly hump against her. His mouth latched onto her as best he knew how, eagerly suckling at her tit as if milk would begin to flow any second. “That's it baby,” She smiled. “Hump Mommy while she feeds you her delicious breast milk,” She shifted his weight slightly, placing her hand at the front of his diaper as he continued to push against it, his mouth still eagerly fixated on her nipple. “Mommy cant wait to take care of you,” She chuckled. “She can't wait to be in control of your every want and need,” He could feel himself getting close, his virginity not lending to any kind of significant stamina as the soggy padding did its wonders against the underside of his cock as he continued to hump desperately. “I'll get to fill all of your various holes…” She said softly, pushing her hand more firmly against his diaper. “Fill your stomach with whatever I want…ugh, your going to be such a filthy mess some nights,” He moaned as he squirmed about, knowing exactly what she meant as he tried not to think about that part. His mind more eagerly focused on the here and now as she worked him towards a climax. “It gets Mommy so wildly horny you know,” She smiled, looking down at him even though his eyes were closed. “Something about taking all control from a man,” She'd been thoroughly aroused since she realized what he was, her temptation to act on her desires only growing as they continued but she knew she needed to get him over the edge first. There would be plenty of time for her own personal pleasure later. “I can't imagine what it is in your head that makes you want to fill diapers with your bodily fluids and play with baby toys,” She smiled. “But-” She let out a soft moan, her tits completely erect as he became more eagerly fixated on them, practically sucking the non existent milk from within. “Mommy can't wait to see the cute drawings you make for her. But she’s definitely more excited to hear the desperate squeals and moans your going to make as Mommy walks back every last one of your adult freedoms,” He suddenly felt pressure build past a breaking point, sending the warm creamy liquid shooting up from his balls, as it spurted from the top of his cock and into the diaper. Her hand pushed deeper, making use of the slickened padding to continue and milk his cock as he squirmed. His hips buckled, giving more long drawn out thrusts against her hand as waves of pleasure rippled through his body, moaning uncontrollably into her breast creating a series of muffled grunts. “I can just see it now,” She continued with a smirk as he spasmed on her arms, a feeling she’d grown to love. “You, locked up in a filthy, oozing diaper while you play with some colorful blocks, watching some dumb cartoon show while Mommy makes good use of her own special toys,” His body slowed, his weight sinking into her as he remained latched to her breast. “We're gonna have fun, sweetie,” She whispered, leaning down to kiss his forehead as he continued to steadily breathe through his nose. “Lots and lots of fun,” Did you enjoy the story? Consider supporting my work over on SubscribeStar! Or be sure to let me know what you thought by interacting with the post!

The Coffee Shop “So, Colin, is this your first time doing something like this?” Karen asked the young man as he sat across from her and her husband at the local coffee shop. Sweating bullets, but trying not to show it, the nervous young man could only mutter a simple “Uh huh” as his eyes struggled to look anywhere except Karen’s calm, loving gaze. A month past his 18th birthday, Colin was finally a free young man, ready to start his freshman year at the Ohio State University, and his first mission upon unpacking his dorm room had been to finally reach out through the internet and find some other people in the world that shared his peculiar interest. He hadn’t expected to be so successful so quickly, and yet here he found himself, just a few days later, sitting across from a couple about the same age as his own mom and dad, who happened to be very interested in the same thing as him. “That’s okay, sweetheart. There’s no need to be embarrassed. You should feel better knowing that Mark and I are not at all new to this. We were so excited to hear from you, and we’ll take extra good care of you if you still want to come check out our house after this,” Karen reassured the boy as she looked him over. Mark sat to her left, quietly sipping his coffee as he observed the interaction with young Colin. After a brief moment of awkward silence, Mark spoke, attempting to break the ice. “So what do you plan on studying, Colin?” he asked, hoping a change in subject would help the boy come out of his shell a little more. “I’m in the Civil Engineering program right now, but I might want to do something a little closer to the architecture field,” Colin explained eagerly, happy to change the topic. Seeing the boy light up about his studies, Mark continued to pursue that topic, letting Colin tell them all about the projects he’d completed for each year’s high school science fair back home in Oklahoma. The boy was clearly bright, and he beamed whenever Mark or Karen would “oooh” and “ahh” as he shared more stories and facts picked up from his high school years. Now that Colin was feeling more comfortable, he began asking Mark and Karen about their work and how they met. The couple explained that Mark was a policy analyst for a local organization and Karen taught at the law school on campus. The pair had actually met during their freshman year at Ohio St and had been together ever since. As the time passed, they shared more and more about themselves, until Mark looked down at his watch and looked over to Karen, slightly surprised. “Honey, can you believe it’s 3:00pm already? Kickoff starts in thirty minutes!” Karen looked a bit startled herself, then smiled warmly and looked back over to Colin. “I know you’re new to campus, honey, but I hope you can appreciate what a big deal football is in this community. We need to get going soon if we want to be home in time for kickoff.” “Oh, totally. I’m a big football fan, too! I guess I got so caught up in chatting that I lost track of time,” he began explaining,”I’ll let you guys go so you can get home in –” Suddenly, Karen interrupted him,”Colin, you’re welcome to come home with us and watch the game if you’d like. You’re such an impressive young man and we’d love to get to know more about you.” Colin, completely abandoning the nervous persona from the beginning of their meetup, enthusiastically nodded,”Wow, that’s so kind of you! I’d love to watch the game with you!’ The trio began cleaning up their items from the table, but as Colin was reaching for his napkin, Karen gently set her hand on top of his, gaining his attention, and looked him in the eyes very sincerely. “Hun, I want you to know that we’re going to take good care of you, and if we do anything that you don’t like, or that makes you feel bad in any way, you can say ‘Banana’ and we’ll cut it out immediately. Okay?” Colin’s heart sunk to his stomach as he remembered why they’d met up in the first place, then his cheeks started to blush uncontrollably. They both knew about his little secret, and they were totally okay with it. The moment felt surreal, but as he regained his composure, he returned her look and said as sweetly as he could, “Yes, ma’am.”

I’d like to run a little experiment here… The following is the first part of a story. It would be really cool if others contributed future parts to it. Present Day Like most mornings, Mikey woke up in his crib, climbed over the bars and crawled towards mommy’s room. Like most mornings, Mikey reached mommy’s room and crawled into bed with her. Unlike most mornings, Mikey’s former mistress wasn’t in mommy’s bed. Instead mistress was in her toddler bed by the window, while mommy’s date was in bed with her. 6 months before For about a year, Michael has been having an affair with his younger secretary Mimi. It began when Michael offered to take her out to lunch, congratulating her on getting her MBA. Mimi clearly had more education and was much more suited for his position, but Michael better knew how to work the system, and quickly rose up to the position he was in. The conversation during lunch wasn’t about work, and somehow Michael ended up complaining about his hot / successful wife; who was clearly out of his league. As a reply, Mimi explained how she was a Dominatrix to men just like him in order to pay for college. This conversation led to an affair between them, an affair that at its climax the two moved in together. Let me explain – Michael’s wife often traveled for work, and when she did, Mimi would move in with Michael. However, Mimi often would forget something behind, a pair of socks, an underwear, she once forgot her wallet. Michael attempted to cover, and his wife made him feel as though he did. In reality she knew. When she caught them in bed, 6 months ago, she told them things were going to change. Back to Present Day “This is freaky, you made your husband’s mistress watch us, and now you’re breastfeeding him. What is wrong with this house?! I cannot” Mikey’s mommy didn’t care, she wanted a one night stand. She took her baby and Mimi to the bathroom, for all three to use the potty. Mommy of course sat on the toilet. Mimi sat on her potty And Mikey, Mikey sat on the floor with an overfilled diaper. Like most days, it was at this point that their babysitter, a college student named Nichole, walked through the door and into mommy’s bathroom. As if it’s all natural she wiped Mikey’s bottom and tossed him in the bath. She then went to Mimi and wiped her before tossing her in the bath. Unlike most days, Nichole turned around and went to mommy. She helped her off the toilet and wiped her butt. She then tossed mommy into the bath with her babies and began to bathe all three. Throughout the entire time, Nichole and mommy talked as if everything was normal. When Nichole was done bathing them she put a diaper on Mikey and a pull-up on Mimi. The two then sat on the floor as they watched Nichole dress mommy, explaining the rules to her. Mommy’s Rules When Mimi asks to go to the potty, mommy will also go to the potty. Unlike Mimi though, mommy may then ask again to go to the potty if she needs to; though there’ll be a waiting period between each potty break. Mommy has a choice of a thumb or a pacifier Mommy has no responsibility today When Nichole finished dressing mommy, the four moved next door to Mikey’s nursery, in order to get Mikey and Mimi dressed. When mommy attempted to seat on a chair, as she watched Nichole get the babies dressed Nichole told her – kids seat on the floor, and why isn’t your thumb in your mouth? Do you want a spanking? As she dressed Mimi and Mikey she reminded them of the rules Mimi and Mikey’s rules Nichole is in charge Mimi you may ask to go potty, as for Mikey I will check your diapers regularly. Mimi if you fail you ask to go potty but nothing comes, you cannot ask again for another 2 hours. If you fail to ask to go potty, you will be put in a diaper. Is that clear… When mommy tried to protest on behalf of Mimi, Nichole simply plopped one of Mikey’s pacifiers in her mouth. “You young lady had a choice, thumb or pacifier, since you cannot pick one I will.’ After getting them dressed the three were led into the kitchen, as Nichole made them breakfast. This morning it was pancakes. Like most mornings, Mikey sat in his highchair, while Mimi sat in her booster. They were both given a spoon, but found it easier to eat with their hands. Unlike most mornings, where mommy would not only make breakfast, but also feed it to them, today, Nichole was in charge. Like Mimi and Mikey, mommy was only given a spoon, but ended up eating with her hands. Unlike Mkey and Mimi, mommy wasn’t used to eating sticky food with her hands, and quickly found the maple syrup all over including her hair. When breakfast was done, and Nichole finished wiping everyone’s hands, she led them to the car. That is of course after she had taken Mimi and mommy to the bathroom beforehand, as well as checked on Mikey’s diaper. In the car, mommy was allowed in the front seat, but like her babies was given a baby bottle to drink. Before entering the highway, Nichole noticed that all three had finished their bottle. She stopped her car, and made sure to give Mikey and mommy had their pacifier, and that Mimi was sucking her thumb like a good girl. In order to assert her dominance, she even made sure to clip the pacifier to mommy's shirt. Just as they were getting on the highway, to a destination known only to Nichole, behind her pacifier, mommy said “I have to go potty real bad”…

Chapter 1: The Unexpected Turn Greg and Sam had been married for five years, and their love for each other only seemed to grow stronger with each passing day. Their relationship was built on mutual respect, trust, and a deep emotional connection. They had always been adventurous in the bedroom, exploring each other's desires and fantasies. But lately, Greg had been feeling a growing urge to surrender to Sam's dominance, He couldn't quite explain it, but the thought of being controlled and guided by his wife sent shivers down his spine. Sam had noticed this on a few occasions in the bedroom and realized the excitement it brought for her. She wanted to push this dynamic further, the thought of it bringing intense arousal. One night as they made love, Greg found himself trying to nudge Sam's head down, hinting that he wanted her to give him oral pleasure. But Sam had other plans. She gently kissed him, her lips brushing against his, and then pushed him down, her hands firm but gentle on his shoulders. Greg felt a surge of excitement as he realized she was taking charge. He complied, his body responding to her touch as he sank down onto the bed. Sam stood on her knees, towering over Greg as he positioned himself on all fours. The room was dimly lit, with only a soft glow emanating from the bedside lamp. The air was thick with anticipation, and Greg could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Sam's eyes locked onto his, a spark of mischief dancing in their depths. Without a word, Sam directed Greg's head to her breasts. She cupped them in her hands, offering them to him like a gift. Greg's lips closed around her nipple, and he began to suckle, feeling a sense of comfort and security wash over him. Sam's hands guided his head, her fingers tangled in his hair as she held him in place. The sensation was intoxicating, and Greg felt himself becoming lost in the moment. As they lingered there, Sam's hands began to roam, her fingers tracing the curve of Greg's spine. She pushed him down, her touch gentle but insistent, until his face was inches from her vagina. Greg's heart skipped a beat as he realized what she wanted. He felt a thrill of excitement mixed with a hint of trepidation, but his desire for her overrode any doubts. Sam's eyes never left his as she began to thrust against him, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. Greg's tongue danced across her skin, tasting the sweetness of her arousal. He was lost in the sensation, his senses overwhelmed by the scent and feel of her. Time seemed to slow down, and all that existed was the two of them, lost in this intimate dance. As they moved together, Sam's voice whispered in his ear, "Stick your fingers inside me, Greg. Taste me." Her words sent a shiver down his spine, and he complied, his fingers sliding into her warmth. The sensation was electrifying, and he felt himself becoming even more aroused. But Sam wasn't done yet. She took his hand, her fingers wrapping around his wrist, and guided his thumb into her. Greg felt a jolt of surprise, but before he could react, Sam locked eyes with him and pushed his thumb into his mouth. The sensation was shocking, yet strangely erotic. Greg's mind reeled as he sucked his own thumb, the taste of Sam's arousal mingling with his own. As Greg's thumb slid into his mouth, he felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. It was a strange and unfamiliar sensation, one that made him feel vulnerable and exposed. But despite his initial hesitation, he couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that coursed through his veins. He was turned on, and he knew it. Sam seemed to sense his conflicted emotions, and she smiled to herself as she kept his thumb in place. She gently laid him down on his back, her hands guiding him onto the softness of the bed. Greg felt himself sinking into the mattress, his body relaxed and open to her touch. As he lay there, Sam straddled his face, her thighs spreading wide as she positioned herself above him. She began to gyrate, her hips moving in a slow, sensual circle as she rubbed herself against the back of his hand while he sucked his thumb. He mound forcing it into his mouth while he tasted her juice. The sensation was intoxicating, and Greg felt himself becoming lost in the rhythm of her movements. Sam's eyes never left his, her gaze burning with a fierce intensity as she watched him. She could see the excitement in his eyes, the way his pupils dilated as he gazed up at her. She knew he was turned on, and she was determined to take him to the edge. As she moved above him, Sam reached down and wrapped her fingers around Greg's cock. She stroked him gently, her touch sending shivers down his spine. "Come for me, baby," she whispered, her voice throaty with desire. "Let go and come for me." Greg felt himself building towards a climax, his body tensing as he strained towards release. And then, in a burst of sensation, he exploded, his semen spilling out onto his stomach as he cried out in pleasure. Sam smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she watched him come. She leaned forward, her body pressing down onto his as she wrapped her arms around him. Greg felt himself being pulled into a warm, comforting embrace, and he let himself relax into her touch. As they lay there, Greg realized that he was still sucking his thumb, the digit still lodged in his mouth. He felt a surge of embarrassment, and he quickly pulled it out, his face flushing with heat. Sam noticed his reaction, and she giggled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You're so cute when you're embarrassed," she whispered, her breath tickling his ear. Greg felt himself blush even deeper, but he couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. He knew he was in this now, and he was excited to see where it would lead. As they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, Greg couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between them. He felt more vulnerable, more open, and more connected to Sam than he had in a long time. And as he looked up at her, he knew that he was ready to explore this new dynamic, to see where it would take them and what secrets they would uncover along the way. Chapter 2: A Night of Reckoning As the days went by, Greg and Sam had repeated the scenario that had started with his thumb a few times, but they had also fallen back into their routine. It was as if they had dipped their toes into a new world, but then retreated back to the comfort of their familiar dynamic. However, the memory of that first night lingered, and Greg couldn't shake off the feeling that something had shifted between them. One night, as they lay in bed after a lovely dinner and a bottle of wine, Greg found himself spooning with Sam, his head resting on her chest. She was looking down at him, her eyes gazing at his peaceful expression. The room was dimly lit, with only the soft glow of the moon casting a silver light on their skin. As they lay there, Greg started to nudge his head into Sam's breasts, his lips brushing against her shirt. She smiled to herself, recognizing the subtle cue. She began to tease him, moving her breasts slightly, just out of reach, and then pulling him in closer. The game was on, and Greg's eyes fluttered closed as he savored the sensation. Sam's hands gently pulled her shirt down, exposing her breasts to Greg's eager lips. He latched onto one, sucking gently, and Sam felt a surge of pleasure. She transferred him to the other breast, and as he sucked, she felt his hand moving, his fingers brushing against her skin. She guided his hand down, her fingers intertwining with his, until they reached her vagina. Greg's fingers slid inside her, and Sam felt a wave of excitement. She was already wet, and his touch sent shivers down her spine. As he fingered her, she began to move her hips, her body responding to his touch. The sensation built, and soon she was coming, her body trembling with pleasure. As she came down from her climax, Sam realized that Greg was hard, his erection pressing against her leg. She smiled to herself, feeling a sense of dominance wash over her. She was in control, and he was responding to her every move. With a gentle touch, Sam took Greg's thumb and ran it through her juices, the sticky liquid coating his skin. She then slowly nudged his hand near her breasts, her eyes locked onto his. Greg pretended not to notice, but Sam knew he was aware of her intent. She kept nudging his hand, her touch insistent, until he finally looked up at her with sad eyes. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the tension between them palpable. Sam's heart swelled with emotion, and she felt a deep connection to Greg. She nodded, her eyes never leaving his, and kissed his forehead. With a gentle but firm touch, she pushed his thumb into his mouth. Greg's eyes widened, and he started sucking, his lips closing around his thumb. Sam whispered into his ear, "Good boy...such a good boy." Her words sent shivers down his spine, and he felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. As he sucked his thumb, Sam reached down and touched his cock through his boxer shorts. The touch was electrifying, and Greg felt himself coming, his semen spilling out into his pants. The sensation was intense, and he was taken aback by the sudden release. Sam was surprised, too, as it had never happened before. Greg's reaction was immediate, his face flushing with embarrassment as he looked up at her. He pulled his thumb out of his mouth, his eyes downcast. Sam's voice was soothing and mocking at the same time, "Oopsie, so excited you had a little accident! What a good boy you are for me, but someone might need a little protection next time, don't worry, I'll take care of you baby." Greg didn't quite understand what she meant, but he felt a sense of reassurance wash over him. As they lay there, Greg's eyelids began to droop, his body relaxing into sleep. As he fell asleep. Sam slid his hand that was on the pillow back towards his mouth, and in his sleepiness he accepted it, his thumb slipping back into his lips. He fell asleep, his body trusting and vulnerable. Sam looked at him, her heart full of love and affection. She realized how much she loved this new dynamic, this sense of dominance and control. She thought about how she would need to buy some items for him, to help him feel more comfortable and secure in his new role. As she gazed at Greg, she knew that their relationship was about to take a dramatic turn, one that would bring them even closer together. Chapter 3: Morning After Greg woke up to an empty bed, his thumb still lodged in his mouth. As he slowly came to, the events of the previous night flooded back to him. He quickly removed his thumb, feeling a mix of embarrassment and relaxation. He had slept better than he remembered, but the memory of his actions made his face flush with heat. As he sat up, he noticed the dampness between his legs and the slight cold wetness on the bed underneath his crotch, from his "accident" the night before. His embarrassment deepened, and he couldn't help but think about Sam's statement from the night before - "someone might need a little protection next time." He wondered why she had said that, especially since they hadn't used condoms since before they were married. Greg quickly got out of bed and headed to the shower, trying to wash away the lingering feelings of embarrassment. As he stood under the warm water, he couldn't shake off the thought of Sam's words and the way she had looked at him. He felt like he was losing himself in this new dynamic, and he wasn't sure if he was ready for it. After his shower, Greg made his way to the kitchen, where he found Sam already preparing breakfast. The aroma of freshly cooked pancakes and bacon filled the air, and his stomach growled in anticipation. As he entered the kitchen, Sam turned around with a bright smile, holding up a plate of Mickey Mouse pancakes with chocolate chips. "Good morning, sleepyhead!" she chimed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I made your favorite breakfast." Greg's eyes widened as he took in the spread before him. "Wow, you didn't have to go to all that trouble," he said, trying to hide his embarrassment. Sam chuckled and handed him a glass of milk. "I know what my baby likes," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "And I want to make him happy." Greg's face flushed as he took the glass, noticing that Sam had made herself a more adult breakfast - scrambled eggs, bacon, yogurt, and fruit. "You're not having pancakes?" he asked, trying to deflect attention from himself. Sam smiled and sat down across from him. "No, I think I'll stick to something a bit more... substantial," she said, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Besides, I know what my baby really likes, and it's not just pancakes." He could tell she was insinuating about the night before. As they ate, Sam couldn't help but tease Greg about his sleepiness. "You were so cute when you were sleeping," she cooed, her voice dripping with affection. "I loved watching you. And I have to say, I was a bit surprised by your... little accident." Greg's face turned bright red as he felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. "Shh, Sam, please," he whispered, trying to change the subject. But Sam just laughed and reached out to run her thumb across the table over his lips. "It's okay, baby," she said. "It's nice to see you relaxing in new ways." Greg stared at her quizzically wondering why she was doing this? He could see the joy in her eyes. Sam looked at him and mocked putting her thumb in her mouth with fake sucking noise from her pursed lips, and a pouty face, and batted her eyes. Then laughed and winked at him. "You're learning to let go baby, and that's all that matters." Greg felt like he was going to die from embarrassment. He tried to change the subject again, but in his embarrassed haste, he accidentally knocked over his glass of milk, spilling it all over his lap. Sam rushed over to clean up the mess, laughing and reassuring him that it was okay. "Accidents keep happening, don't they?" she said with a wink. "Maybe you're not ready for a big boy cup yet." Greg's face was on fire as he sat there, his pants stained with milk. He felt like a child, and Sam's words only made him feel more embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Sam," he muttered, trying to apologize. But Sam just smiled and patted his hand. "Don't worry, baby," she said. "I'll figure it out. I'll help you get back into dry pants." Her phrasing made him blush for some reason. As they finished their breakfast, Greg couldn't help but think about how different Sam had been treating him lately. She was more playful, more affectionate, and more... dominant. He wasn't sure if he was ready for this new dynamic, but a part of him was excited to see where it would lead. As they finished their meal, Sam leaned back in her chair, a thoughtful expression on her face. She was thinking about how to push her plan to the next level, how to help Greg surrender to his desires and become the submissive partner she knew he could be. And as she looked at him, she smiled to herself, knowing that she had already made significant progress. The question was, how far would he be willing to go? Chapter 4: Surrender A few days had passed since Sam had received the mysterious packages, and Greg had no idea what was in store for him. That night, as they sat on the couch watching the fire, Sam was wearing a luxurious silk bathrobe, while Greg was dressed in a pair of childish pajamas that seemed to foreshadow the events that were about to unfold. They had shared a couple of glasses of wine, and the conversation had slowed down, with Greg eventually laying his head down on Sam's lap. As the warmth of the fire and the comfort of Sam's lap washed over him, Greg felt his eyelids growing heavy. But Sam had other plans. She slowly began to work his hand towards his mouth, her fingers gently guiding his. Greg resisted at first, knowing what she was trying to do, but Sam was insistent. She rubbed his crotch through his pajamas, the touch waking him up with arousal. "Come on, baby," she whispered, her voice trying to stay calm but loaded with desire. "Just relax. It's okay." Greg tried to hold strong, but a part of him wanted to give in. He was torn between his desire to surrender and his fear of what this meant for their relationship. As he looked up at Sam, he saw the determination in her eyes, and he knew he was no match for her. Tears began to form in his eyes as he felt himself weakening. Sam's fingers were like a gentle vice, guiding his hand towards his mouth. He shook his head, trying to resist, but Sam just nodded hers, her eyes locked onto his. "It's okay, baby," she cooed. "Everything will be alright. Just trust me." With a sob, Greg gave in, his thumb slipping into his mouth. Instantly, he felt a wave of relaxation wash over him, as if he had finally surrendered to a desire he had been fighting for so long. Sam's hands stroked his hair, her voice whispering words of encouragement. "You're so good, baby," she whispered. "I'm so proud of you." As Greg sucked his thumb, Sam maneuvered his head into her crotch, her silk bathrobe parting to reveal her nakedness. Greg's eyes widened as he realized she wasn't wearing any panties, and his face burned with embarrassment. Sam's pushed off the couch so he was kneeling in front of her on the floor, her hands guided his head, pushing him into her extremely wet crotch, her pussy pressing against the back of his hand. For minutes, Greg sucked his thumb, his body frozen in a mix of shame and desire. Sam's hands stroked his hair, her voice whispering words of encouragement. "Do you want to taste it, good boy?" she asked, her voice husky with desire. Greg looked up at her, his eyes sad and tear-filled. He nodded, his face burning with embarrassment. Sam's fingers guided his thumb into her vagina, pulling it out and letting him suck again. She repeated this process several times, each time pushing Greg further into his submission. Finally, she let him eat her out, his mouth sucking away at her pussy as she came in a huge orgasm. Greg's face was buried in her crotch, she returned his thumb to his mouth as, as he felt her body shudder with pleasure. When she was done, Sam leaned back, her chest heaving with exertion. "Are you ready for yours, baby?" she asked, her voice seemed to gain new excitement. Greg looked up at her, his eyes still sad, but he nodded. Sam smiled, her eyes glinting with amusement. Sam sounding like a child on Christmas morning said, "I bought something for you! I've noticed how you've been deciding to relax, I think this will help you." She pulled out a large white pacifier, an exact replica of a babies binky but bigger, from her pocket, and Greg's eyes widened in shock. "No, Sam, please," he whispered, trying to reject it. But Sam just shook her head and made an "Ssh" sign over her mouth. He looked in awe as she moved the binky down between her legs and pressed the pacifier into her pussy coating it with her juices. She quickly forced it in Greg's mouth. He tried to resist with his lips, but she persisted and cooed, "Be my good boy for me baby. Make me happy seeing you relax." Greg didn't know what to do and finally accepted it with a pouty look. He immediately started sucking the same as his thumb he was now used to. his face red and mind reeling with embarrassment and shame, the familiar taste of her juices calmed him. Sam led him to the bedroom, stripping him down as they went. "My baby seems more excited than ever," she cooed, her eyes glinting with amusement. Greg was ready for intercourse, but instead, Sam went to the closet and pulled out a pair of childish underpants with designs on them. He couldn't believe there was more to this. When had she bought these things? How long had she been planning this? Greg's embarrassment had never been higher, and he felt like he was going to cry looking at the garmet. "I don't want any accidents, baby," Sam said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "You need to wear these to protect yourself." "No sam, this is too much" he tried to say from behind the pacifier, weakly attempting to stand. She pushed him back down, readjusting the pacifier and said. "Please baby, you need this, just enjoy yourself." He could tell from her voice how much she wanted him to follow through... he laid back consenting. She couldn't believe it, her heart raced with the realization that he would allow this. Greg's face burned with shame as Sam pulled the underwear up, the fabric feeling different, more padded than normal underwear. He had a new shock realizing that these were like the potty training underwear kids wear, designed for people who can't make it to a toilet. His cheeks turned a darker shade of red. Sam rubbed his crotch, her fingers sending shivers down his spine. "You're such a good boy," she cooed. "I'm so proud of you." It only took seconds for Greg to come in his pants, the sensation of the underwear and Sam's touch sending him over the edge. Sam praised him, her voice whispering words of encouragement as she laid with him, holding him close. Greg feeling extremely tired now, moved to pull out the pacifier. Sam brushed his hand away and spooned with him, she moved her hand up to the binky gently holding it in place. Greg glanced at her realizing he wanted him to keep it in. He was too tired to think through her intentions or put up any fight and his eyelids drooped. As Greg fell asleep, the pacifier still in his mouth, rhythmically sucking, Sam thought about how amazing this felt. She had never felt so in control, so dominant. And as she looked at Greg, she knew that she could go further, push him even deeper into his submission. The question was, how far would he be willing to go?

Chapter 2: Lessons in Manners Mini Chapter 1 Created by Eevee Special thanks to moonfallstories for helping me write it, edit it and proof read it. Also special thanks to rawrbaby for suggesting to add certain internal dialogue to the chapter. Back story to chapter 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/VwB0XAIatd Link to the original place of my story:https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/Gj6hAauj3o Chapter 2: Lessons in Manners Mini Chapter 1 As they left Vermilion City, Cynthia strode ahead with unshakable confidence, her posture perfectly poised. She wore her sleek black outfit, the long, flowing coat with fur-like trim billowing slightly with each step. Blue, still somewhat reluctantly clasping her hand, followed with a blend of annoyance and an oddly comforting sense of security. Though his pride bristled, he trailed just behind, adopting a stance that felt uncomfortably passive. *How could a top trainer like me end up like this?* he brooded, his usual smug confidence souring under a growing sting of humility. Yet every time he slowed or dragged his feet, she would glance back, her calm yet authoritative gaze catching him like a hook. "Stay close, Blue," she reminded, her tone soft yet firm. It was laced with a motherly quality that left no room for argument. “You don’t want to get lost, now, do you?” The warmth in her voice, coupled with her unyielding composure, was both nurturing and a little intimidating. He huffed but tightened his grip on her hand, pretending it was a mere coincidence. He didn’t dare fall back any further; her presence commanded him forward in a way that surprised him. As they entered the Underground Tunnel connecting Vermilion to Route 6, the dimness and faint echoes made every step feel heavier, as though her authority weighed on him even more. *Great trainers don’t get dragged around like this,* he reminded himself, internally scoffing. *I’m not some rookie!* Yet, his frustration tangled with a strange feeling of respect—one he wasn’t about to admit. Cynthia noticed his brows furrowing and had to stifle a smirk. *Still clinging to that pride of yours, huh? So sweet, thinking you’re above a lesson or two.* The stubborn glint in his eyes and the slight twist of his mouth as he chafed against her lead were all too familiar to her. He shot a look toward the tunnel’s shadows, almost as if calculating his chances for an escape. She squeezed his hand, firm yet reassuring. *Nice try,* she thought, *but there’s no running off this time. Today, you’re here to learn about a thing or two called respect—and maybe a bit of manners.* When they finally emerged from the tunnel, a warm golden glow from the setting sun greeted them on Route 6. Blue took a deep breath, feeling a sense of relief—until he noticed how the other trainers reacted as she led him forward. Trainers who might normally approach for a challenge or glance at him with recognition now turned away, eyes lowered. There was something in their stance, a silent reverence for her presence that made him bristle. *What’s with the looks?* he thought with a pang of jealousy. **I used to command that respect. That kind of attention used to be mine.** Cynthia caught the flicker of resentment in his eyes and allowed herself a small, knowing smile. Watching him wrestle with his wounded pride, she couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of amusement. With a calm determination, she led him forward, ready to teach him the lessons he so clearly needed. By the time they reached Celadon, the city’s lights sparkled against the early evening sky, twinkling like stars scattered across a blue velvet backdrop. She led him straight to the towering Celadon Department Store, her grip gentle yet resolute—a silent reminder of her unyielding guidance. He followed, his usual spring dampened by curiosity and fearfulness. He couldn’t help but feel a little apprehensive; her calm insistence left him no chance to resist. As they stepped through the entrance, the bell above the door jingled, instantly drowning them in the warm embrace of the bustling store. Inside, the atmosphere was electric. Shelves bursting with colorful potions and Poké Balls beckoned to trainers while families' cheerful chatter and laughter created an inviting buzz. Nearby, a large display showcased plush Pokémon toys, each cuter than the last, eliciting delighted squeals from children. The bright lights above illuminated the aisles, casting a playful glow on everything, making even the mundane feel magical. The lively tune of the Poké Mart theme floated through the air, its bright, synthesized notes dancing playfully amidst the soft rustle of shopping bags and the chatter of eager trainers. The melody was cheerful and bouncy, promising an adventure, like the thrill of uncovering hidden treasures within the aisles. Cynthia strode confidently to the service desk, her hand holding his securely. Blue glanced around, hoping no one noticed him being led like this. The clerk at the counter, dressed in a crisp uniform adorned with the store’s logo, greeted her with respectful recognition. Blue felt the weight of her reputation pressing down on him. “I’m here to teach a lesson in manners,” Cynthia explained, her tone playful yet authoritative. “I’m looking for something that would help me teach this young trainee to learn some manners. If you have anything embarrassing, that would be perfect.” Blue’s heart sank as her words registered. *Embarrassing? What could be worse than this?* he wondered anxiously. He forced himself to maintain a confident expression, but Cynthia noticed the flicker of panic in his eyes and barely suppressed a grin. *Already worried?* she thought, entertained by his discomfort. *Oh, this is just the beginning. Don’t look so surprised—you’ve had this coming for a long time.* The clerk, considering the request, tilted her head thoughtfully. “I believe we have just the thing,” she said but hesitated. “However, it’s restricted to VIP customers only. You must be a VIP member to access that floor.” Cynthia’s smile didn’t falter as she reached into her purse, producing her Champion ID with calm confidence. The clerk’s eyes widened, realizing who stood before her. “I thought it was you, Miss Cynthia. My apologies,” she said, instantly deferential. Cynthia’s expression remained poised, her authority affirmed with ease. “Let’s just say I have a few privileges,” she replied smoothly. Blue’s usual arrogance faltered; watching her command respect so naturally left him feeling small. She walked to the elevator without a hint of hesitation while he trailed in her shadow, frustration gnawing at his pride. Cynthia caught his moment of hesitation and bit back a laugh. He averted his gaze, squirming slightly. *And I can’t wait to see just how you handle it.* The clerk pulled a thin key from a chain around her neck, unlocking the elevator with practiced precision. She ushered Cynthia and Blue inside, and as the doors closed, he felt a strange cocktail of anticipation and dread. The rhythmic beat of the store’s music pulsed gently in the background, adding to the growing tension. Her grip was steady, her silent confidence unbreakable, as they descended beneath the first floor. Her eyes glinted with a hint of mischief as she watched him. She enjoyed watching him squirm. *A little discomfort would seed humility.* As the elevator hummed softly, she felt a deep sense of satisfaction. *Maybe he will think twice next time before letting his ego get the best of him.*

Like most mornings, Tiffany was waiting in the morning crowd of coffee fanatics, anxiously awaiting to hear her name called so she could grab her drink and get on with her day. The heaters were on full tilt, making the multiple layers of clothing she had on rather uncomfortable but it just wasn’t worth taking any layers off, only to quickly return to the frigid air outside. Her eyes wondered, scanning the busy store for anything of interest in an attempt to kill time, only to find her eyes continually gazing back at the same telltale sign that she was all too familiar with from her own boyfriend. While most were dressed in large puffy coats, others were more lightly dressed, which probably resulted in them running from the store to the warmth of their cars, but that's besides the point. Her eyes wandered back for a fourth time as she finally made up her mind, seeing the thin crisp edge of a diaper peeking out from under the man's shirt in front of her with a small barnyard creature peeking back at her. “Excus-” She started, reaching out to tap him on his shoulder, just as a name was called out, causing him and what appeared to be his partner to disperse into the crowd in an attempt to grab their drinks. “Tiffany!” One of the baristas called out almost immediately after, causing her to trail through the crowd after them, grabbing her warm coffee before following them out of the store and into the cold. “Hey uh-,” Tiffany started to call out, only stopping herself as she realized it didn’t matter anymore. The woman in front of her turned her head around, still parading forward through the parking lot, stopping as she looked at Tiffany. “Were you talking to us?” Tiffany gave a smile, “Yea, sorry I just wanted to say his tails are sticking out,” The woman gave a short, puzzled look before looking at her boyfriend's butt to see what she was talking about. “Ha!” She let out, chuckling as the man's face reddened. “And where's yours?” She called out with a chuckle. Tiffany smirked, giving a slight shrug as she approached the couple, snow crunching beneath her feet. “Probably still fast asleep at home,” “I get that. Sometimes it's a whole ordeal to force these little dudes to leave the house for anything,” She said, chuckling as she tried to embarrass her partner. “I hear ya. Coffee and Target is about the last thing he wants to do on a Saturday morning,” Tiffany said. “Tiffany, by the way,” She said, extending her hand. “Beth,” The other woman responded, shaking her hand. “Did I hear you say Target?” Tiffany smiled, “You sure did,” She said with a laugh, taking a drink of her coffee. “It's cold,” The man said quietly, his arms and hands wrapped around his hot drink. “Alright, go get in the car baby,” Beth said, pulling her keys out to unlock her car as it beeped in the distance quickly followed by the man turning to make his way to the car. “Any who, were off to Target ourselves funnily enough,” “Wow! Small world huh?” She said with a laugh. “And you got him to come with?” “He doesn’t get much of a choice in our household,” Beth said with a smirk. “He gave up the pants a long time ago, if you know what I mean,” Tiffany chuckled. “I hear ya, my little guy just doesn’t want Mommy to drag him around all day,” “Pfft. Withhold his happy times and I’m sure he’ll eagerly follow you around Target,” Beth said with a laugh. Tiffany let out a wide grin, completely enjoying the ability to just talk about this with a stranger. “Hey well, it's cold and my drink is getting cold, but what do you say we meet up at Target? Talk some more while we shop?” Beth let her jaw drop for the added suspense. “Oh. my. God. Yes! Ah, this will be so fun!” “Yea! It will be great to get some girl time, especially with another Mommy!!” Beth said with excitement. “Yes! For real! James will still be in tow, but he can quietly push the cart while us girls talk,” Beth said, pulling her keys back out. “Alright. Well, I’ll see you there then,” Tiffany said, pulling out her own keys before turning to head towards her car. “See ya soon!” Beth called out. ~~ “Hey!” Tiffany called out, stomping the snow off her feet as she entered the store to see Beth and James standing towards the entrance with a cart. “Thank goodness! I was beginning to get nervous!” Beth said, wrapping her arms around Tiffany for a hug which kind of caught her off guard. “Sorry, the kiddo called and was asking for permission,” Tiffany said. “By the way, I’m Tiffany,” She said, extending her hand towards James to officially greet him. “James,” He said quietly, lightly shaking her hand. “Permission? You’ve got him well trained then,” Beth chuckled, starting to walk off into the store to which Tiffany followed as James slowly pushed the cart after them. “What's his name?” “Tyler,” Tiffany responded. “Aw, cute. I used to date a Tyler,” Beth said, turning down an aisle to look at some of the home decor. “Was kind of a prick though,” She said with a laugh. “What’d you do, tell him you wanted to baby him and he ran away?” Tiffany joked. “Is that too much to ask?” Beth said jokingly, giving James a smile as his cheeks flushed up a little. “So how long have the two of you been dating?” Tiffany asked, taking a sip of her now lukewarm coffee. “Can you answer that one dear, Mommy’s really liking this pillow,” She said, setting her drink down in the cart as she carefully examined it. “Uh, just over three years now,” James said calmly, nodded as he answered. “And how’d you meet?” Tiffany said, pushing on James as she wandered around the isle, slowly perusing. “Online actually. She uh- Mommy uh- DM’d me on one of my posts,” James said with a little giggle. “You can’t just leave out all of the important bits, dear. Tell her all of it,” Beth chimed in, still spinning the pillow around in her hands as she tried to look preoccupied. James' cheeks reddened again as he rubbed his hands together nervously. “I had uh- posted a pic…of me…wearing a diaper with my stuffed rabbit…” “And…” Beth said. James' face had gone flush red by this point as he stood on his heels, swinging his toes back and forth avoiding any eye contact. “I was asking if any Mommy’s could come change me,” “Good boy!” She said, suddenly putting the pillow back on the shelf. “Wow! I didn’t know those kinds of posts actually got responses,” Tiffany said, trying not to giggle too hard as she was afraid it might hurt James’s feelings. “Right?” Beth said, giving her a puzzled face as she strolled down the aisle. “I don't know what I was thinking. I was just alone, at home late one night scrolling through my feed and I thought, eh what the hell? Shot this random internet stranger a message and things just kind of took off?” “Was it quick?” Tiffany asked. “Oh no. I think it was like three months before he finally had the nerve to ask me out?” Beth said, wandering into the next aisle. “Three months?” Tiffany said, completely baffled as she followed behind Beth. “Yup. Three weird months. He wasn’t the only one either. I’d shot a couple of dudes' messages, all of which turned out to be complete creeps. Maybe it only worked out because he took so long?” Beth said. “Huh, I guess online dating can work out,” Tiffany said. “Do you feel lucky?” Turning around to look at James. He blushed a little as he nodded. “I do,” “Damn straight!” Beth called out, giving a quick twirl as she held her coffee in the air. “Baby boy is damn lucky!” She said, before putting her hand over her mouth. “Was that outloud?” Tiffany chuckled as she shook her head, turning to see James doing a quick check if anyone was behind them, likely being relieved by the fact that no one was. “And what about you and Tyler? How’d you meet,” Tiffany asked as they strolled out of the home section and into clothes. “A friend set us up,” She said. “A friend? More like a match maker. So which one of you was into the whole scene?” Beth asked. “Believe it or not, both of us,” Tiffany said, nodding her head as Beth turned to stare at her in disbelief. “Just like that? Magically out of the blue? So then who brought it up first?” Beth asked. “Tyler. I think I knew, at least a few weeks before he told me anyway, but it was so cute. He was tossing and turning all night until I finally asked what was bothering him when he broke down and just told me everything. I think he thought I would dump him, run for the hills, that sort of thing? But his eyes went real big when I let him know my feelings about it,” “Aww, must have been magical. This little guy has been in diapers since day one of our relationship,” Beth said with a laugh, giving a loving smile back towards James who was eyeing the toy aisle off in the distance. “Think you need anymore binkies?” Beth asked jokingly, grabbing a pack off the shelf and showing them to James. His face had been red since the moment they turned down this eye, knowing that a part of him was always interested in potentially finding something new. “No, Mommy,” He said quietly with a smile, obviously enjoying the teasing. “What about sippy cups?” Beth teased. “It's crazy how many little things end up scattered around the house,” Tiffany said, grabbing a pack of baby wipes and tossing it in the cart. “Right? They just end up everywhere. Practically have a whole cabinet's worth,” Beth chuckled, eying the shelves for anything new and fun herself. “Have to walk around with a bin picking it all up before guests come over,” Tiffany added. “Sometimes I think about just leaving it all out, but it's really just his parents that ever come over. Which at one point I thought would be a funny way to embarrass him, then I realized I would have to see them all the time and that probably wouldn’t make for a long lasting relationship” She said, causing James to smile as he looked at her lovingly. “Yea, can’t say Tyler would appreciate that either,” Tiffany said agreeingly, suddenly pulling her phone out of her pocket as it vibrated. “Speaking of,” She said with a smirk. “Hey, sweetie,” “Hi Mommy!” A voice rang out over the phone, barely loud enough for James and Beth to hear who both nonchalantly came a little closer. “What's going on?” Tiffany asked, smirking at Beth as she practically put her ear up towards the phone. “When do you think you’ll be home?” Tyler asked in a whiny voice. “Probably not for a bit. Is there something that you need?” Tiffany asked. “Mmmm…no…” Tyler said. “Sweetie…” Tiffany insisted. “I have to poop,” Tyler said, eliciting a laugh from Beth as she tried to cover her mouth with her hand. “Who was that?” Tyler asked, suddenly sounding less whiny as Tiffany tried to hold back her own laugh as James let out a smirk of his own. “Just some new friends Mommy made,” Tiffany said. “Go make pushies, sweetie,” “But when will you be home?” Tyler asked again. “Uhh-” Tiffany started. “Why don’t the four of us grab lunch after this?” Beth suddenly asked. Tiffany gave her a thumbs up. “Soon, sweetie. But I want picture proof. 5 minutes tops. Also, we’re going to lunch with some new friends after I get home,” Beth gave Tiffany an impressed look while James tried to hide a smile from her. “Who- but-” Tyler said over the phone. “No buts. 5 minutes,” Tiffany said again. “Yes, Mommy…” Tyler said, sounding defeated. “I’ll be home soon, sweetie. I love you!” Tiffany said. “I love you too,” Tyler said before hanging up. “Dam girl,” Beth said, exiting the baby aisle as they entered the toy section. “I’m liking your style. Might even have to try that one myself,” She said with a smirk. Tiffany grabbed her phone from her pocket as it dinged nearly a minute later. “Alright, you’ve got to let me see this,” Beth said, leaving James to his own devices as he tried to decide on which lego set to get. Tiffany shrugged, turning the phone screen so that she could see the picture. A perfect crotch shot of Tyler’s soiled diaper drooping well below his waist with spots of brown peaking through the colored plastic as the legs of his stuffed bear dangled to the side. “Thats fucking adorable,” Beth said, practically putting her face against the phone to see everything. “I can’t wait to meet him,” Tiffany texted him back as Beth helped James decide, ultimately putting one in the cart. “Why don’t we pick one out for your new friend Tyler too?” Beth said. “Oh no, you don-” Tiffany started. “Please, it's my pleasure. Plus you’ve got to teach the little ones to share,” Beth smirked. James grabbed a matching set off the shelf, placing it in the cart. A quick walk through the food section yielded a few odds and ends here and there for each of them, but ultimately the cart was rather bare at the end of the trip. “Typical,” Beth said as they stood in line. “What's that?” Tiffany asked. “A trip to Target and the only things we’re leaving with is food and something for the little guys,” Beth said with a chuckle. Tiffany laughed too as James stood confidently, lego sets in hand as he waited to ring them up. “Oh, he's not using his own- '' Tiffany started again. “Shhh girl, it's fine,” Beth said reassuringly as James placed the legos down on the belt. “Our finances are shared, it just makes him feel happy when he purchases things by himself,” Beth whispered to Tiffany. “Well, text me an address and I’ll meet you there with Tyler,” Tiffany said, bagging up her few odds and ends and turning to leave. “Any preferences?” Beth asked, leaving the bags for James to carry. “Something good?” Tiffany said with a chuckle. “See you both in a bit!” Did you enjoy the story? Consider supporting my work over on SubscribeStar! Or be sure to let me know what you thought by interacting with the post!

Created by Eevee Special thanks to moonfallstories for helping me write it, edit it and proof read it. Also special thanks to rawrbaby for suggesting to add certain internal dialogue to the chapter. Back story to chapter 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/VwB0XAIatd Link to the original place of my story:https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/BdRrtHpvC4 Chapter 2: Lessons in Manners Mini Chapter 6 As they strolled toward her big, pretty house, Blue felt a mix of emotions—the comfort of her hand in his and the soft fabric of his onesie against his skin. *I just wanna go home and be cozy.* Though he was still unsure how to handle his situation, he couldn’t help but feel that with Cynthia by his side, everything would be okay. *She’ll take care of me; I know it.* After a short walk, they finally arrived at the luxurious home where she was staying. The exterior was elegant, with soft lighting outlining the architecture, highlighting the intricate details of the elegant facade. However, as they entered, they were greeted by darkness. “It’s scary in here!” he clung tightly to her hand as she guided him through the shadowy hallway, its walls adorned with muted art pieces that seemed to watch them pass. The scent of fresh flowers lingered in the air, adding an unexpected warmth to the otherwise eerie space. “I don’t like the dark! Where’s Cynthia?” he whimpered, looking up at her with wide, frightened eyes. “Hang on, Blue,” she said softly. Cynthia’s voice was warm and reassuring as she flicked on the light switch. The room illuminated, revealing a cozy space decorated in soft pastels and adorned with Pokémon-themed accents. The walls, painted in soothing shades of pale blue and soft pink, radiated a gentle glow, inviting him in. A large bed with fluffy blankets awaited him, piled high with plush pillows, each adorned with playful Pokémon faces. The comforter was a dreamy combination of pastel shades, featuring subtle patterns of whimsical silhouettes of Pikachu and the elegant forms of Gardevoir. The bedspread felt soft and inviting, its texture reminiscent of clouds, promising a cozy night’s sleep. The nightstand stood perfectly beside it, showcasing a perfect spot for a diaper bag. A small lamp shaped like a Poké Ball provided just enough light for nighttime reading, casting a warm, ambient glow across the room. Nearby, a bookshelf was filled with colorful storybooks and a few small toys, their cheerful colors brightening the space and inviting guests to relive childhood memories. Delicate Pokémon-themed decorations adorned the walls, with cheerful decals of some of Blue's favorite Pokémon peeking down at him. Their vibrant colors harmonized with the room’s pastel palette. A string of fairy lights draped across the ceiling twinkled softly like stars, casting playful shadows that danced along the walls, adding an element of magic to the atmosphere. Cynthia smiled as she placed the Sylveon diaper bag on the nightstand, ensuring it was perfectly positioned. She then turned back to Blue, kneeling down to his level. “Let’s get you comfy for bed,” she said gently, her eyes filled with warmth and affection. A flutter of nervousness stirred in Blue’s tummy. *What if I get uncomfortable?* She helped him out of his shorts and shoes with care, making sure he felt comfortable and secure in his diaper and onesie. The room was filled with the soft scent of lavender, calming him even more. “There you go, all set!” she said, her voice soothing. *I hope she thinks I’m good.* Blue felt a mix of relief and embarrassment, his cheeks warming at the thought of being in just his diaper and onesie. *I’m so proud of him for being so good!* Once he was ready, she tucked him into bed with tender care, smoothing the blankets around him like a mother would. The warmth of the covers felt heavenly, and he snuggled into them, his eyelids growing heavier. *This feels nice. But I don't want Cynthia to leave.* “Now, let’s not forget this,” she said, reaching into the diaper bag. She retrieved his pacifier, the cute accessory fitting perfectly in her palm. She brought it to his lips, gently pushing it into his mouth. The pacifier muffled his soft coos, creating a cozy and soothing atmosphere that felt safe and familiar. *I feel so little…* “There you go, sweetheart. Sweet dreams,” she whispered, her voice laced with affection. With a soft kiss on Blue’s forehead, Cynthia whispered, “Goodnight, sweetheart.” As she turned off the lights, the room was cast in a gentle glow, making it feel safe and warm. The twinkling fairy lights created a serene, starry ambiance that enveloped Blue, enhancing the coziness of his new sanctuary. *Don’t go, please!* Blue’s heart raced with uncertainty as she left. *What if something bad happens?* Once she was gone, Blue found it hard to sleep without her comforting presence. He rolled onto his side, feeling scared of being alone in the dark. The shadows around him seemed to loom larger, and he longed for the comfort of her presence. *I wish I could hold her hand again!* Eventually, he reached into the diaper bag, searching for his Poké Ball, where his favorite Pokémon, Eevee, was kept. With a gentle click, he released Eevee, who materialized with a soft yawn, the familiar sight filling him with comfort. “Eevee,” Blue whispered around the pacifier, his voice barely above a hush, “snuggle with me, pwease? I need you!” His request came out in a soft, pleading tone, like a child asking their puppy to curl up beside them. *I don’t wanna be alone!* Eevee padded over and nestled beside him, the warmth of the small Pokémon easing his anxiety. Blue wrapped his arms around Eevee, feeling the familiar sense of comfort wash over him. *This is better.* The sensation of cuddling with his Pokémon made him feel safe, and he soon began to relax. He started to suck on his pacifier, the rhythmic motion soothing him further as he settled deeper into sleep. As he drifted off into a peaceful slumber, his bladder finally caught up with him, a consequence of the drinks he had consumed the night before. The sensation stirred him slightly, but the comforting warmth of the blankets and Eevee’s presence lulled him back into a deeper state of sleep. *I don’t want to wake up…* In his drowsy haze, he felt the warmth spread as he soaked his diaper, enveloped in a cocoon of softness. *What if Cynthia finds out?* The thought flitted through his mind, but it quickly faded as he sunk further into slumber, the soothing embrace of sleep wrapping around him like a gentle hug. In the adjacent room, she had been watching over him, a fond smile on her face. She leaned against the doorframe, feeling an overwhelming sense of happiness wash over her as she whispered softly, “Goodnight, my little trainee.” *I hope he knows how much I care for him.* At that moment, she went to bed with a feeling of happiness so strong that she felt like the mother she used to be.

Created by Eevee Special thanks to moonfallstories for helping me write it, edit it and proof read it. Also special thanks to rawrbaby for suggesting to add certain internal dialogue to the chapter. Back story to chapter 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/VwB0XAIatd Link to the original place of my story:https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/tI1TLvKUqk Chapter 2: Lessons in Manners Mini Chapter 5 As they started to leave the department store, she gave his hand a gentle squeeze, her heart swelling with warmth as she looked down at him. *He looks so cute with that little blush! I can’t help but want to cherish this moment forever.* In that soft, innocent expression, she saw a glimpse of the little one she’d lost, if only for tonight. *It’s like having my sweet one back, even if just for today.* They stepped into the cool night air of Celadon City, the deep indigo sky dotted with stars beginning to twinkle, casting a soft glow over the streets. The walk felt quick to Cynthia, but for Blue, each step seemed to stretch out, the sensation of the thick, crinkling diaper constant beneath his Eevee-themed onesie. *Why do I have to wear this? I’m not a baby!* Despite his thoughts, the soft padding’s snug embrace brought him an unexpected comfort. *But… it’s kinda nice.* “Now, let’s head to the Pokémon Center to see Nurse Joy, shall we?” she said with a warm smile, squeezing his hand. He nodded, feeling a mix of shyness and comfort under her gentle gaze. *Nurse Joy? What will she think of me?* He figured they were just going to the Pokémon Center to heal his fainted Pokémon from the day’s battles, unaware of any hidden plans. *Will she think I look cute?* But she had a different plan in mind. *I wonder what the clerk meant about Nurse Joy’s ‘special service’ for my little Blue. I hope it’s something that’ll make Blue feel even more cared for.* She pictured Nurse Joy’s calm smile. *Maybe she’ll even have a little treat for him—a small gesture to help him feel safe and seen.* As they strolled through the quiet streets, each step in his soft, crinkling diaper heightened his mixed feelings of embarrassment and comfort. He stuck close to Cynthia, trusting her guidance. *He’s adjusting so well… I’m so proud of him,* she thought, admiring his bravery. His thoughts drifted to a more innocent place, his imagination filling with childish wonder. *Maybe Nurse Joy will think I’m cute! Maybe I’ll even get a sticker!* His heart raced a little at the thought, a small smile forming despite himself. The onesie’s softness and playful Eevee design, though comforting, made him aware of the curious glances from passing trainers and other people on the street. He felt each gaze linger on him, his cheeks growing warmer. *They’re looking at me!* His heart thudded as he looked away, lifting his arm to cover his face, wanting to hide from their stares. *I just wanna go home!* Cynthia noticed his anxious expression, her heart melting at his vulnerability. *Oh, my sweet Blue,* she thought, filled with affection and understanding. *You are being such a good boy. You’re doing such a good job, even if it feels hard.* She leaned closer, her tone soft and reassuring. “You’re doing great, Blue. Just a little longer, and we’ll be at the Pokémon Center,” she encouraged, giving his hand a comforting squeeze. Her warmth calmed him slightly, though he still felt the nervous flutter in his stomach. *What if they keep staring? I feel so silly…* With every step, the short walk to the Pokémon Center felt endless for Blue, the cool night wrapping around them like a blanket. Each crinkle seemed louder than before, echoing in his ears. *Everyone can hear that!* His onesie brought some comfort, but his embarrassment grew as they neared the brightly lit Pokémon Center. *I just wanna be normal again!* Finally, they arrived, and she pushed open the door, gently guiding him inside. The Pokémon Center lobby felt warm and cozy, adorned with cheerful decorations that made it feel less intimidating. The vibrant flower boxes at the entrance overflowed with colorful blooms, while the soft pastel orange paint of the building complemented the lush greenery surrounding it. Sunlight streamed through large windows, bathing the lobby in a golden glow, and the cheerful chatter of trainers mingled with the joyful sounds of Pokémon playing nearby. *This place is perfect,* she thought, glancing at him. *I hope it helps him feel a little more at ease.* She held his hand securely, noticing how he kept his face partially hidden behind his arm. *Poor thing. He’s feeling so shy.* “Welcome to the Celadon City Pokémon Center! How can I help you today?” Nurse Joy greeted them with a bright, cheerful smile that made him feel just a little bit better. *She looks nice…* Blue thought, the sight of Nurse Joy’s pink-and-white uniform reminding him of comfort and warmth. The welcoming atmosphere was further enhanced by the earthy aroma of healing herbs and the faint scent of lavender from the potted plants strategically placed around the room. Nurse Joy’s eyes sparkled as she looked at the pair, her expression glowing with warmth. “Aww, you two look so adorable together!” she exclaimed with a delightful lilt. *C-cute? I don’t wanna be cute!* Blue felt his cheeks heat up and instinctively stepped a bit behind Cynthia, trying to shrink away from the attention. *Why do people keep saying that?* Cynthia looked down at him, her heart swelling with affection. *Oh, he’s so precious when he’s feeling shy like this.* She gently squeezed his hand and smiled, her gaze drifting over the spacious lobby filled with trainers discussing strategies and Pokémon happily chirping in response. “We’re here to get this little trainee’s Pokémon healed,” she said softly. *I’m so proud of him for being brave today.* As she took his Poké Balls from the diaper bag, she handed them over to Nurse Joy with a warm smile. Cynthia then pulled out her VIP card, her eyes sparkling proudly. “And, Nurse Joy, could you give my little trainee some extra special care?” she asked sweetly, giving Blue’s bottom a soft, reassuring pat. His face flushed even more, his heart fluttering in embarrassment. *Why does she keep doing that?* Nurse Joy let out a soft giggle, her eyes twinkling with kindness. “Oh, did your little trainee have an accident?” she asked playfully, winking at the two of them. *No, no! I didn’t!* His face grew even redder, and his heart raced, feeling exposed under Nurse Joy’s friendly gaze. *Why does everyone think I’m a little kid?* Cynthia giggled softly, sensing his discomfort but knowing it was just a playful moment. She leaned into the warm atmosphere, where the gentle melody of the iconic Pokémon Center music filled the air, wrapping around them like a soft embrace. “By the way, Nurse Joy,” she added with a gentle smile, “have you ever had to change a trainer’s diaper if they… well, had an accident?” Nurse Joy blinked before breaking into a knowing smile, her voice sweet and nurturing. “Oh, I’ve handled all sorts of things, dear,” she said kindly, her gaze turning to him with a gentle understanding. “You’d be surprised,” she added with playful warmth, easing the moment just a bit. After a moment, Nurse Joy returned Blue’s Poké Balls, giving him an encouraging pat on the butt. “If you ever need anything, sweetie, just let me know, okay?” she said with a nurturing tone that made Blue feel cherished. He appreciated her gentle voice, though he still felt small. *I wish I could just be a normal trainer again…* Cynthia observed the exchange, a soft smile playing on her lips as she watched him. *Oh, he’s so precious when he’s like this,* she thought, feeling a wave of protective warmth. She could sense his exhaustion as he leaned into her, his eyelids beginning to droop. The comforting atmosphere of the Pokémon Center, filled with the sounds of trainers sharing stories and the rhythmic notes of soothing synth music, lulled him into a light daze. He let out a soft sigh, drifting into a light daze, the warmth of her presence feeling like a soft, protective blanket. *That’s it, sweetheart. Just relax. I’m here.* As she felt him settle, she looked down at his sleeping face, gently brushing a lock of hair away. *Look at him… so peaceful. If only I could protect him from all his worries forever,* she thought, her heart swelling with tenderness. After a few moments, she gently nudged him. “Blue, sweetheart, it’s time to wake up,” she whispered, her voice soothing. He stirred, blinking as he tried to adjust to the light streaming through the large windows. She giggled lightly, her voice tender. “Did you have a nice nap, little one?” she teased softly, filled with affection. *He’s so adorable when he’s sleepy.* Blue rubbed his eyes, feeling a mixture of lingering sleepiness and slight embarrassment. *Did I really just fall asleep?* But as he awoke, a slight, nagging feeling reminded him of the pressure building in his belly. *Oh no… I can’t use the diaper!* Seeing his nervous expression, Cynthia gently took his hand, leading him toward the exit. “Let’s get you home, sweetheart,” she murmured, noticing his slight discomfort. *I want him to know he can tell me if he needs anything. I’m here to help him feel safe.* Each step reminded him of his predicament, but as he walked beside her, he felt comforted by her warm presence, focusing more on her than on the curious looks of others. *I like holding her hand. It makes me feel better.* But the nagging feeling in his stomach didn’t go away, bringing a flicker of worry to his face. She noticed him doing a potty dance and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. *“Oh, my sweet Blue…” She felt a wave of empathy, hoping he knew he could trust her with anything. “If you need to go, it’s okay. I’ll take care of the mess, no matter what. It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m here to guide you every step of the way.”*

Created by Eevee Special thanks to moonfallstories for helping me write it, edit it and proof read it. Also special thanks to rawrbaby for suggesting to add certain internal dialogue to the chapter. Back story to chapter 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/VwB0XAIatd Link to the original place of my story:https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/Ybk771jbxr Chapter 2: Lessons in Manners Mini Chapter 4 Before they left the changing room, Cynthia picked up Blue's Pokéball-themed bag, holding it securely in one hand while tucking the leftover diaper under her arm. She extended her other hand, gesturing for him to take it. Without thinking, he reached out and grabbed her hand, holding it like a child would hold their mother’s. *What am I doing?* Cynthia’s heart swelled at the sight, and she gave his hand a gentle squeeze. *This is what I’ve been missing—a connection, a bond. Just like when I held my daughter’s hand. Blue, you’re not just a trainer; you’re my sweet little Eevee right now, and I’m here to protect you.* “Thank you for changing me,” he murmured shyly, his voice quiet and innocent, relishing the safety of her presence. *Why did I say that? I'm not a baby. I don't need to be diapered and dressed.* Her expression softened as she looked down at him with a gentle smile. *He’s so precious when he’s like this.* Her heart swelled with affection. “You’re welcome, sweetheart,” she replied in a hushed, motherly tone, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. *It’s okay to feel vulnerable. I’m here for you.* As she unlocked the changing room door, warmth filled her heart. *I can’t wait to continue Blue’s “training.”* She opened the door to find the clerk beaming at them. “You two look so cute together! And it seems your little trainee is enjoying the pacifier from the baby aisle,” she teased, noticing the soft sucking sounds from Blue’s Eevee-themed pacifier. *Oh, he’s just the cutest!* Blue’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and Cynthia couldn’t help but smile. *It’s such a wonderful sight to see him like this—so innocent and in need of care.* Cynthia gently patted his head as he blushed, still sucking on the pacifier. “Thank you!” she said. “The changing room was perfect—it had everything I needed to diaper my little trainee.” *I’m not wittle!* He squirmed at her words, but he felt so adorable when he got flustered. *It’s nice to take care of him like this.* Turning to the clerk, she asked, “Could you help me gather all the supplies I’ll need for my little trainee?” The clerk’s eyes lit up. “It’s already taken care of!” she replied, handing Cynthia a pastel pink diaper bag decorated in Sylveon colors. “This bag has everything you’ll need: an Eevee-themed changing mat, Poké Powder, Poké Wipes, Poké Lotion—and I may have tucked in a few surprises for you as well,” she added with a wink. *Surprises?* His mix of embarrassment and curiosity showed on his face. Cynthia admired the bag, appreciating its thoughtful design. “How wonderful! I’m so glad to have all of this,” she said, carefully tucking Blue’s Pokéball-themed bag into the diaper bag. *This will make everything so much easier to take care of him. No more carrying around his stuff alone. He’s too cute not to be taken care of.* As they walked to the elevator, Cynthia took his hand again, guiding him forward. He instinctively held her hand in return, gripping it tightly—like a little one holding onto his mother for reassurance. *Why am I holding her hand like a child? I’m a trainer!* But something about her touch made him feel safe, a feeling he couldn’t bring himself to let go of. As the elevator ascended, she took a moment to gently remove his pacifier and slip it into the diaper bag. He felt a little exposed without it, his hand twitching slightly as if he might reach for it again. *What am I doing? I shouldn’t need a pacifier!* He moved closer to her, clutching her arm tightly like a small child needing reassurance. *I don’t wanna feel like this.* “Thank you,” he murmured shyly, his voice quiet and sweet, savoring the warmth of her presence. Cynthia’s expression softened as she looked down at him with a gentle, motherly smile. *He’s so precious when he’s like this,* she thought, her heart swelling with affection. “You’re welcome, sweetheart,” she replied in a warm, hushed tone, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. When they reached the service desk, she took his hand once more, guiding him back like a mother leading her child. He held on tightly, seeking comfort from her. *I love how he holds my hand so trustingly. It’s like he’s my little one, and I’m here to protect him.* *These moments are so important. I want him to know it’s okay to let his guard down. Even the strongest trainers need comfort sometimes.* She felt a wave of warmth. *I can’t wait to teach him how to embrace these moments of care and comfort. Just like a child learning to lean on their mother—it’s a lesson in love and trust.* When they reached the service desk, Cynthia watched as the clerk rang up her selections: a Trial Pack, two bags of medium-sized Eevee-themed Poké Pamps, and the custom diaper bag package. Just as the clerk was about to finish, she paused. “Miss Cynthia, may I suggest getting four bags instead? We’re running a special where four bags cost as much as three.” *What a thoughtful deal! I should take advantage of that.* “Could I pay now and get different themed diapers delivered in the future?” “For you, Miss Cynthia, I can make that happen,” the clerk replied, handing her a sleek, red-and-white VIP Poké Pamps card adorned with a Pokéball design. This card does not only function as a VIP card but also as a credit card linked to Cynthia’s store account, along with her name as “Trainer” and Blue’s as “Little Trainee.” The card featured “Poké Pamps” embossed in gold letters, with a list of special VIP contacts, including Nurse Joy and the clerk’s personal phone number. *How perfect!* she thought. *This will make it so easy for me to get supplies for him in the future. I want to spoil him a little—it’s all part of the fun.* She felt a thrill at the thought of pampering him with thoughtful surprises. *I want him to know he’s cared for, just like a mother showering her child with love.* Leaning in with a playful smile, the clerk lowered her voice. “When you’re ready to try those different themed Poké Pamps bags, just give me a call directly,” she said, pointing to her number on the card. “And when you visit Nurse Joy, show her this card and ask if she can help your little trainee in a ‘special way,’” she added with a wink, hinting more at Nurse Joy’s VIP services than typical Pokémon care. *A ‘special way’? What does that even mean?* His mind raced with curiosity and a touch of worry. *Maybe it’s a game? Or something silly?* His heart raced, and he felt a flicker of fear. *What if it’s too silly?* Cynthia noticed his mix of excitement and uncertainty. *I need to guide him through this, just like a mother guiding her child through new experiences. He needs to know it’s okay to explore these feelings.* With everything finalized, Cynthia handed the clerk her card. “Thank you for all your help. You’ve been wonderful. Please add a tip for your hard work,” she said warmly. The clerk beamed. “Thank you, Miss Cynthia.” She processed the order and, instead of giving the VIP card back to Cynthia, she handed it to Blue with a gentle smile. Blue held it carefully before looking up at Cynthia with pride, feeling like her “little helper.” *I’m helping! Yay!* *Look at him, Cynthia thought, her heart full. He’s so proud to help! It’s these little moments that matter, and she wanted him to cherish each one. I’ll make sure he knows how special he is, just like any loving mother would.* Taking his hand again, Cynthia led him out of the store. As he adjusted to the feeling of the thick diaper around his waist, he noticed the faint crinkling sound it made with each step, along with the slight waddle it forced him into. *Why does it feel so funny?* Each movement reminded him of his current state—a blend of vulnerability and childish glee. Occasionally, he felt the soft padding hug him, making him blush. *This is so silly!* But her reassuring presence kept him calm.

Created by Eevee Special thanks to moonfallstories for helping me write it, edit it and proof read it. Also special thanks to rawrbaby for suggesting to add certain internal dialogue to the chapter. Back story to chapter 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/VwB0XAIatd Link to the original place of my story:https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/lOYiNmiKYK Mini Chapter 3 Chapter 2: Lessons in Manners Once he was settled, she guided Blue over to the changing table and helped him up. The soft mat, decorated with colorful Poké Balls, added a warm, welcoming touch to the space. As Blue felt the unexpectedly cozy surface beneath him, he instinctively hid his face even more, his heart racing. *Why do I feel so small?* Cynthia reached for the soft, crinkly Eevee-themed diaper that she laid neatly on the changing table when they first arrived in the changing room. The creamy tan color, adorned with adorable Eevee faces peeking out amidst playful hearts and sparkles, made her smile. She opened the trial pack, peeling off the Poké Ball sticker sealing it shut, the gentle crinkling sound filling the air. As it was unfolded, the familiar crinkling sound filled the air—a soft rustling that seemed to heighten the anticipation of the moment. A bright voice noted how soft and comfy it was going to be, her enthusiasm adding to the warmth of the scene. The diaper’s light and airy fluffiness became apparent as it was spread wide, evoking a sense of comfort and security in its very appearance. Behind his hands, Blue peeked through his fingers, feeling a mix of humiliation and fascination as he watched the diaper being prepared. *Am I really going to wear that? This is insane!* “Now, lift up for me, Blue,” she instructed in a gentle, motherly tone. Even while covering his face, he obeyed, lifting his hips just enough for her to slide the diaper beneath him, positioning it perfectly under his bottom. The fluffy padding cradled him softly, enveloping him in a strange sense of security, even as embarrassment washed over him. A strange feeling settled over her, yet a joyful warmth swelled in her heart. There was a quiet sense of fulfillment—taking care of someone this way felt so right. It had been too long since she’d had the chance to care for someone with such tenderness. As his face hid once more behind his hands, the soft material of the diaper was felt against his skin as the front was gently pulled up and wrapped around him. *What… what has my life come to?* he mumbled quietly, almost to himself. Before continuing, Cynthia reached for a pack of Poké Wipes from beneath the changing table, pulling one out with a motherly smile. With delicate precision, she began to clean him, her touch careful yet playful. “I hope you don’t mind, but I need to make sure you’re sparkling clean. Can’t have you being dirty in your new diaper like this!” she giggled softly, her teasing lilt making Blue squirm with embarrassment. It was almost unbelievable to be treated this way, leaving him wondering what everyone would think if they knew. Once she ensured he was clean, she took the bottle of Poké Lotion from beneath the changing table, where all the supplies were neatly organized. “Can’t forget this! We want to make sure you’re comfortable,” she teased, her voice light with amusement. His cheeks burned behind his hands as he heard the gentle squirt of lotion. She warmed it in her hands before applying it carefully to his skin, her touch soothing yet deliberate. *It’s like I’m a mom again, caring for her little one. I’ve missed this feeling so much…* After the lotion, she reached for the Poké Powder next. She shook some into her palm and dusted it lightly over his skin, the soft powder settling gently. “This will help prevent any rashes, sweetie,” she cooed, her tone both playful and caring. She gently raised the front of the diaper, wrapping it around him with a soft, practiced motion as the crinkly material enveloped him securely. The snug fit cradled him like a gentle embrace, giving him a sense of protection. He peeked again slightly from behind his hands, only to pull them back quickly, feeling both humiliated and oddly comforted by the secure embrace of the diaper. *What’s wrong with me? I shouldn’t be enjoying this in any way.* Before taping it up, Cynthia grabbed another Poké Wipe from the stack beside her, the cool, smooth texture contrasting with the soft diaper. “Just a quick wipe to keep things clean,” she said playfully, wiping her hands before she continued. “Good thing we have some wipes in this cute changing room,” she added with a grin, glancing at Blue. “You know, diapering you is a messy job! I’m just glad that these wipes were here or both of us would still be a mess.” His face burned with embarrassment, his hands instinctively covering his cheeks again. *This is so embarrassing…* he mumbled, a mix of dread and resignation swirling inside him. “Don’t worry, sweetie,” she said, her tone warm and reassuring. “We’re almost done, and I promise you’ll feel so much better in this cute little diaper!” “Let’s get this nice and snug,” she said, carefully positioning and fastening the tapes one by one. Each sound of the tape securing echoed in the quiet room, heightening his embarrassment. Nevertheless, she worked patiently, ensuring that every tape was perfectly aligned. Her fingers smoothed over the edges, checking for any gaps, her touch calm and reassuring. “We wouldn’t want any leaks, would we?” she teased gently, giving a final soft tug to ensure the fit was just right. Fear gripped him at the thought of anyone finding out about this; the dread of becoming the laughingstock of Kanto loomed larger than ever. As the soft padding wrapped securely around his waist and legs, the gentle ruffles created a snug fit, further intensifying his feelings of vulnerability. Cynthia gently helped Blue down from the changing table and set him on the ground. He sat there, still covering his face, looking every bit like a frightened child in a world that felt overwhelmingly new and strange. With a warm, motherly smile, she knelt beside him and helped him stand up. As she adjusted the waistband of his diaper, she double-checked each tape, ensuring everything was secure. Running her fingers along the leak guards, she tugged gently to make sure it fit just right. “There we go. Nice and snug!” she exclaimed, giving the back of his diaper a playful pat. A whirlwind of emotions swirled within him as he questioned why he was being treated this way; it felt so infantilizing. His cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and comfort, caught in the warmth of her nurturing care. In that moment, conflicting feelings of vulnerability and safety battled inside him, leaving him wishing to disappear while simultaneously feeling grateful for her attentive presence. At that moment, a knock on the door broke the stillness. “Is everything okay in there?” the clerk called out, concern threading through her voice. Cynthia replied cheerfully, “Yes! I just finished changing him, and I’m about to get him redressed in his clothes.” A playful, almost mischievous smile spread across her face. “Actually, could you do me a favor?” “Of course, Miss Cynthia,” the clerk responded, a hint of curiosity lacing her tone. Cynthia leaned in a little closer, keeping her voice light and playful. “Do you think you can grab me something that would make my little trainee more comfortable in his Eevee-themed diapers?” She envisioned a soft, comforting item that would ease his embarrassment and help him feel less exposed. Something that would remind him it’s okay to be vulnerable sometimes. There was a brief pause before the clerk replied, “I have the perfect things already in mind. I’ll be right back!” As the clerk left, Blue remained frozen in shock, still covering his face. The embarrassment of his situation washed over him in waves. Cynthia quietly giggled, her gaze lingering on him. He looked so cute in his new diapers, the soft, smooth fabric adorned with vibrant Eevee patterns wrapping him in a world of comfort and playfulness. While they waited for the clerk to return, Cynthia couldn’t shake these forgotten feelings. The happiness she felt from caring for Blue rekindled memories of the joy she had experienced with her. *This reminds me of when she was little. Taking care of Blue feels like a second chance to nurture someone. I thought I lost the opportunity years ago.* A few moments later, another knock echoed at the door. Cynthia opened it, greeting the clerk with a warm smile. The clerk handed her a small bundle in a plastic bag wrapped neatly. Cynthia's eyes lit up as she peeked inside, a giggle escaping her lips. Cynthia started to unwrap the bundle that clearly contained clothing, her curiosity piqued. As she eagerly opened it, the first item revealed itself: an adorable Eevee-themed pacifier. It was a warm, all-tan color, featuring a large, soft nipple and an ergonomic shield designed for maximum comfort. A tiny Eevee charm on the front added a whimsical touch. *This is simply perfect for him!* she thought, imagining how soothing this would be for Blue. As she continued to unwrap the bundle, she realized that the wrapping itself was an equally charming surprise: an Eevee onesie made of ultra-soft cotton, adorned with cheerful Eevee prints in warm, vivid colors. The onesie was tailored to fit snugly yet allowed for comfortable movement, featuring a convenient snap closure at the crotch and a soft scoop neckline. Cynthia closed the door quietly, glancing back at Blue with a playful smile. Her heart swelled with joy at the thought of him wearing such cute outfits. “Blue, sweetheart,” she called gently. “Come on, sweetie. It’s okay to show your face. I promise I won’t bite!” Blue, still lost in his embarrassment, began to snap back to reality upon hearing her caring tone. *How can a great trainer like me be reduced to this?* Confusion and shame washed over him, pulling him back into a childlike state. “Sweetheart, can you please uncover your face?” she cooed softly. Slowly, Blue removed his hands from his face, his cheeks still flushed. Just as he did, Cynthia seized the moment to slip the Eevee-themed pacifier into his mouth, gently pressing it in place. The soft, soothing pacifier sent a fresh wave of embarrassment through him, yet he felt oddly comforted. *Good boy! Just let it happen; there’s no need to fight it.* *This is so humiliating... but it feels nice. Why am I feeling this way?* She then held up the adorable Eevee onesie, the soft fabric beckoning with its playful design. “Do you think you can be a good boy, Blue, and let me get you dressed in this cute Eevee outfit?” she asked in a loving, motherly tone. *A good boy? I’m not a baby!* But despite his internal protests, he nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and embarrassment, the pacifier still resting gently in his mouth. *That’s it, sweetheart. Just relax. You’re in good hands.* The onesie was gently ruffled in Cynthia's hands as she playfully lifted it over his head, guiding his arms into the soft sleeves. The gentle fabric enveloped him, wrapping him in a warm embrace while she carefully pulled it down over his torso, ensuring a comfortable fit around his waist and diaper. Thoughts raced through her mind: *I can’t believe what I'm wearing. What happened to the confident trainer I used to be?* But that’s the beauty of this moment, Cynthia thought, smiling. *He’s learning that it’s okay to embrace comfort and cuteness, even when it feels a little silly. Every trainer deserves to be cared for!* Once it was settled, she began fastening the buttons at the crotch, one by one. The soft clicks echoed in his mind, each snap sending a pleasant shiver through him as the onesie hugged him securely. He couldn't help but feel a growing sense of comfort in the playful attire. *It’s just clothes... but it feels so different.* *Look at how snug and adorable you are now, Blue!* With each button fastened, Cynthia gently zipped up the onesie, her hands moving smoothly and lovingly as if she’d done this countless times before. “There we go,” she murmured with a smile, giving him an approving look as she patted the front of his onesie. *Oh, he’s absolutely precious! I can’t wait to see him fully dressed. He’s just like a little Eevee, so full of potential!* He felt warmth wash over him as her motherly touch reassured him, making him feel both protected and cherished. **Maybe it’s not all bad? No... I can’t think like that!** Next, she grabbed his tan shorts, holding them up. “How about we slide these over your new outfit, sweetheart?” she suggested softly. *Let’s add a little discreteness to your new outfit! You’re going to be the most adorable trainer out there!* Blue, still sucking on the pacifier, nodded, comforted by her gentle tone. Cynthia slid the shorts up his legs, adjusting them to fit just right over the onesie and the diaper. *I know this is a bit embarrassing for you, but it’s also a part of you learning a lesson. That’s what being a great trainer is all about!* With the shorts in place, she knelt to help him with his shoes, slipping each one on and tying the laces with the same careful attention. She tied each bow securely, her fingers moving gently to ensure they were comfortable and snug. Her hands lingered a moment on each shoe, giving each lace an extra tug, just like a mother would for a small child. *I’m not a kid. I should be battling, not getting dressed like this.*

Created by Eevee Special thanks to moonfallstories for helping me write it, edit it and proof read it. Also special thanks to rawrbaby for suggesting to add certain internal dialogue to the chapter. Back story to chapter 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/VwB0XAIatd Chapter 2: Lessons in Manners Mini Chapter 2 Link to the original place of my story:https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/KU3jSMqjUY The elevator doors slid open to reveal a hidden basement level, a private oasis inaccessible to the public. She stepped out, leading him into a surprising sight—a nursery-like realm filled with soft pastel colors, shelves lined with baby supplies, and countless Pokémon-themed diapering supplies. The air carried a sweet scent, faintly like cotton candy and fresh-baked cookies, wrapping around him in a nostalgic embrace. Warm nursery lighting cast a soft glow over the entire space, giving it a magical, dreamlike charm. Everywhere he looked, shelves overflowed with pastel onesies adorned with playful Pokémon designs. Diapering supplies were artfully displayed, from whimsical diaper bags to shelves stocked with Poké wipes, Poké powder, and even Poké lotion in gentle, playful hues. The walls were decorated with vivid murals of Pokémon frolicking in meadows. Each scene added warmth and liveliness, making the space feel like a surreal playground. His eyes were drawn to the towering shelf filled with trainer-sized diapers, each package neatly stacked and practically calling for attention. The packages showcased vibrant designs, from tan Eevee-themed diapers featuring little Eevee faces and playful hearts to more colorful patterns adorned with Vaporeon, Jolteon, and Flareon. Tucked away in corners were playful, girly designs—pink Jigglypuff Poké Pamps with faint images of the Pokémon singing lullabies, adding a soft touch of mystery to the array. Nearby, boxes of trial packs beckoned first-time customers with a chance to sample the products. Momentarily speechless, Blue stood frozen, his eyes wide as he took in the surreal reality surrounding him. Here he was in a secluded, VIP-only area of the department store, surrounded by diapering supplies and everything he had been desperately avoiding. *The weight of his situation crashed down on him, leaving him feeling dizzy.* Just then, Cynthia’s voice broke the silence as she turned to the clerk. “What a wonderful selection you have here!” she exclaimed, her enthusiasm lighting up her expression. The clerk beamed, a twinkle in her eye as she gestured toward the colorful displays. “Thank you! We pride ourselves on our Pokémon-themed diapering supplies. Those Eevee-themed Poké Pamps have been flying off the shelves!” She picked up a package featuring the tan Eevee design and held it up for Cynthia to see. “Look how cute and embarrassing these diapers are!” Cynthia nodded in agreement, her smile widening as she admired the package. “They really are cute! I think they would be perfect for him.” She glanced back at Blue, who was still frozen in shock. “Oh, and you should see the pink Jigglypuff ones! They’re super popular, too,” the clerk added, reaching for another package. “These have sweet designs that feature Jigglypuff singing. Such a delightful choice for little ones!” She glanced between Blue and Cynthia, clearly enjoying the playful atmosphere. At that moment, he snapped back to reality as Cynthia’s voice broke through his embarrassment. *But something had shifted within him. His composure melted away, leaving him feeling small and vulnerable—a child caught in a situation beyond his control waiting to be punished.* *He felt his mind spiraling inward, helpless against the realization of his predicament and what was about to happen. His usual confidence seemed distant, unreachable, replaced by a submissive sense of dread.* *It was like he was waiting for a scolding he couldn’t escape.* Cynthia’s voice cut through his thoughts, warm yet authoritative, pulling him back to the present. “I think the tan Eevee-themed Poké Pamps diaper would be best for you. Wouldn’t you agree, or should I get you the pink Jigglypuff ones?” she teased with a knowing smile. Her tone, both gentle and commanding, only deepened the weight of his situation. *He felt his face flush, his body tense as if her words alone held him in place. The choice was hardly his to make, and he knew it—he was entirely in her care.* Cynthia regarded the tan Eevee-themed diapers decorated with soft pastel designs as a gentle, creamy background with Eevee surrounded by sparkles and hearts. *She could see Blue’s dignity crumbling, stripped away by the infantile surroundings and cozy atmosphere. This would be a very important step for him in learning humility.* In a quiet, childlike voice, Blue managed to stammer, “N-no… I like the Eevee-themed ones.” *He suppressed a shiver. All this because he lost a stupid battle. For now, he was forced to play along, the least he could do was try to hold onto some dignity. He couldn’t bear the thought of being forced into girly diapers.* Cynthia’s eyes glinted with triumph at his response. *Yes!* she thought, *feeling pride as she watched him stumble, his usual composure slipping away in this childlike space.* *You’ve been so unruly, just like a wild Pokémon refusing to listen to its trainer. But look at you now, learning your place in this little game.* Cynthia raised an eyebrow, her expression shifting to serious playfulness. “You want the Eevee ones, do you? I can get you those, but I think you know the magic word,” she teased, mischief lighting up her gaze. “What’s the magic word, Blue?” He hesitated, feeling the weight of her expectation. With a soft sigh, he whispered, “Please.” His voice was meek but sincere, his pride slipping further under her gaze. *He couldn’t help but wonder how he had fallen so fast and hard. Surely this wouldn’t be his new life… right?* “Good boy,” Cynthia replied, her smile widening as she turned to the clerk. “We’ll take a few of the bags of Eevee-themed trainer-sized diapers, please.” Handing her business card to the clerk, Cynthia provided the address where she would be staying during her time in Kanto. She requested two bags of medium-sized Eevee-themed diapers to be sent there, and the clerk suggested starting with a trial pack to ensure a proper fit. Cynthia’s eyes lit up with approval. “That’s a wonderful idea,” she agreed. “Let’s try those on him right away.” She then asked about a private changing area, and the clerk giggled, gesturing to a secluded corner of the floor where soft lighting and a display of colorful diaper bags hid a cozy, family-style changing room. “Of course! How else would you diaper your trainee in private?” she replied with a smile. Blue remained quiet, *his disbelief intensifying* as they walked toward the concealed area. The soft lullaby continued in the background, mingling with the nursery lights and creating an ambiance that felt both serene and surreal. As they passed shelves stocked with Pokémon-themed wipes and powder, the smell of baby powder and cookies mixed with the lullaby, deepening the sense of wonder and embarrassment. Noticing his discomfort and his hand slipping away from hers, Cynthia remarked, “You’re not being a good boy for trying to run, sweetheart,” her tone gentle yet firm, filled with a hint of affection. “I might just have to punish you for that,” she added playfully as they approached the private room, her words softened by the lullaby’s gentle melody echoing through the magical, hidden basement level. The clerk led them to a room, unlocking the door with a key hanging from her necklace. His eyes widened at the sight before him as the door swung open—a cute Pokémon Center-themed changing area adorned with soft pastel colors and playful decorations. The walls, painted in soothing mint green and baby pink, enveloped them in a warm embrace while the gentle glow of the overhead lights illuminated the space, making everything feel inviting. He noticed the ceiling, playfully decorated with clouds and Pokémon silhouettes, twinkling stars seemingly dancing above them, creating an enchanting atmosphere that was both comforting and surreal. Cynthia observed his expression shift from shock to embarrassment, her heart swelling with warmth. *Oh, sweet Blue,* she mused, *you might think this is the end of the world right now, but it’s just the beginning of a valuable lesson.* In the Pokémon Center-themed changing room, Cynthia radiated calm confidence as she guided him through the changing process. *He felt an odd mix of embarrassment and comfort in her presence, her steady demeanor reassuring him even as his cheeks burned.* Nearby, a large, circular mirror surrounded by a fluffy, cloud-shaped frame invited them to see their reflections. When she gently reached for his little Pokéball-themed bag, he felt a pang of vulnerability as she removed it, watching as his last connection to his Pokémon slipped away. “Let’s get started,” she said, her voice gentle yet playful. As she reached for his long-sleeved purple shirt, she teasingly remarked, “This one’s been through quite a few adventures, huh?” He watched her fold it neatly, *his heart sinking further.* *What am I doing?* With each layer she removed, Blue’s confidence waned. The process felt strange, especially as she carefully took off his tan shorts, shoes, and socks, folding each item with a tenderness that only made him feel more exposed. Finally, she peeled off his Eevee-themed boxers, a giggle escaping her lips as she noticed the playful prints. “How cute! I knew I made the right choice with those Eevee-themed diapers. This will be quite the little upgrade from these dirty boxers you’re wearing,” she teased, leaving Blue beet red and feeling utterly vulnerable. The cheerful atmosphere surrounding them, enhanced by the nostalgic music of the Pokémon Center, filled the air with gentle, soothing melodies, making the experience feel even more whimsical, as if he had stepped into a world where age and pride didn't matter. *Oh, how adorable! They match perfectly!*, Cynthia thought, a warm smile creeping onto her face. *It’s like I planned this all along. I can’t believe how cute he will look in them. I wish I could’ve seen this side of him before he became a “tough trainer.”* As she prepared to dress him in the new diapers, he couldn’t shake the overwhelming feelings swirling inside him. He felt exposed, stripped of his usual composure, and he couldn’t help but wonder how he had ended up in this situation. *Was it really so bad to feel this way?* The question lingered in his mind, battling against his desire to reclaim his lost sense of pride, as the gentle sounds and soft melodies played softly in the background, wrapping around them like a comforting blanket. His mind began to settle down.

Created by Eevee Special thanks to moonfallstories for helping me write it. Back story to chapter 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/rX1DF7LD1Q Chapter 1: Trainer to Trainee Link to the original place of my story:https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/JKJGzQQEcE Blue strode through the bustling streets of Viridian City, his chest puffed out and a smug grin plastered across his face. Just moments ago, he had effortlessly defeated Misty, the Cerulean City Gym Leader, solidifying his reputation as one of the most promising young Pokémon trainers in the region. As he made his way to the annual Moon Festival, Blue basked in his own glory. The victory over Misty had been a cakewalk, and he relished the thought of rubbing it in his rivals’ faces. To him, greatness was all but guaranteed—the title of Pokémon Champion was practically within his grasp. The streets were alive with the sights and sounds of the festival. Colorful lanterns hung from every storefront, and the "the air was filled with laughter and murmuring chatter. Blue navigated through the crowds, his eyes scanning for familiar faces he could impress with tales of his latest triumph. “Did you hear? Blue completely destroyed Misty at the Cerulean Gym!. "he overheard one passerby whispered excitedly." “No way! That kid's on a whole other level. I can't wait to see him take on the Pokémon League,” the other replied, awe evident in their voice. Blue chuckled to himself, feeling smug. "That’s right, peasants, he thought." I’m on my way to the top, and none of you can stop me. As the night wore on, Blue found himself surrounded by a group of equally boastful young trainers, each eager to share tales of their victories. He was the center of attention, dramatically recounting his battle with Misty. “And just as Misty's Starmie was about to land a devastating blow, I shouted, ‘Eevee, now! Use Buzzy Buzz!’” he exclaimed, animatedly reliving the moment. “My Eevee sprang into action, sparking with electricity, and bam! Starmie got hit right before it could launch its Bubble Beam! The electricity crackled all around, and with one last shimmer, her Starmie fainted! I could hardly contain myself, gesturing wildly as the ref declared me the winner. It was awesome—Eevee was unstoppable!” “You should’ve seen her face—she was totally stunned!” The group erupted into laughter and cheers, and Blue soaked in their adulation. Under the bright light of the moon, he felt invincible. “This calls for a celebration!” he announced, leading the group toward a row of food stalls. “Rounds are on me. After all, I’m the best, and I deserve to celebrate my victory.” Cheers rang out as they eagerly followed him. As the night went on, he indulged in one too many celebratory drinks, his boasts growing louder and more outrageous with each passing hour. Eventually, however, the festival began winding down. He stumbled back to his hotel, his head swirling with alcohol and pride. The tipsiness he felt was accompanied by a dull throb behind his eyes, a warning sign of the headache brewing from his indulgence. He squinted against the light, rubbing his temples, but the discomfort lingered stubbornly, reminding him of the drinks he had enjoyed. Finally, he collapsed onto his bed with a satisfied grin, grateful for the night's memories even as he cradled his aching head. “Tomorrow, the S.S. Anne sets sail for Kanto,” he mumbled to himself, his eyelids heavy and struggling to stay open. “I’ll show those fools on board just how strong I am. They’ll be begging me to join their pathetic little crews.” His voice trailed off as the weight of exhaustion overwhelmed him. With that, he slumped back against the bed, drifting off into a deep, dreamless sleep, completely unaware of the challenges that awaited him. --- The next morning, Blue jolted awake, a pounding headache clawing at his temples. Panic washed over him as he glanced at the clock, his eyes widening in horror—the S.S. Anne was set to depart in less than an hour, and he was nowhere near ready. The remnants of last night's revelry swirled in his mind, making his stomach churn as he scrambled to gather himself. “Arceus, no!” he cursed, scrambling to his feet and hastily gathering his belongings. He threw on his clothes and bolted out the door, nearly colliding with a group of startled Pidgey as he sprinted toward the Viridian City docks. The S.S. Anne was the premier luxury cruise ship that traversed the Pokémon world, and he had been looking forward to this voyage for weeks. It was his chance to showcase his skills to trainers from all over, and he couldn't afford to miss it. Weaving through the bustling streets of Celadon, Blue’s heart pounded as he neared the port. By the time he reached the docks, he was a disheveled mess, but the sight of the gangway spurred him on. Just as he was about to board, he collided with a tall, elegant woman, nearly knocking her off her feet. “Out of my way!” Blue snapped, his arrogance drowning out any trace of courtesy. “I can’t be late for this!” The woman, unfazed by his rudeness, met his gaze with a calm, steady look. Dressed in a long black coat with fur-trimmed cuffs, her blonde hair cascaded down her back in soft waves. Her gray eyes shimmered with wisdom, conveying an air of authority that made Blue hesitate, but desperation to reach the ship overtook his caution. “Move it!” he growled, trying to push past her, but she stood her ground, unwavering as a mountain. He stumbled backwards, glaring at her. “Move out of my way!” he snapped, his tone dripping with entitlement. “Can’t you see I’m in a hurry?” The woman’s expression remained serene, almost amused. Without a word, she turned to the ticket master and gestured to the ship, signaling for the departure to proceed. Blue watched in horror as the gangway was pulled away, and the S.S. Anne’s horn blared as it began to depart. Rage boiled within him. He whirled on the mysterious woman, fists clenched. “What do you think you’re doing?” he shouted, drawing the attention of nearby onlookers. “Do you have any idea who I am? I’m the greatest Pokémon trainer in all of Kanto, and you just cost me my chance at becoming the Champion!” The woman’s gray eyes met his, her gaze steady and unwavering. “I am Cynthia,” she said, her voice soft yet firm. “And you, Blue, have much to learn about respect and manners.” His face twisted with fury as he reached for a Poké Ball at his belt. “If you think you can just waltz in and ruin my plans, you’ve got another thing coming! I challenge you to a Pokémon battle, right here, right now!” he shouted, confidence boiling over. Her lips curled into a slight smile, calm and unwavering. She raised a single hand, silencing his outburst. “Very well,” she replied, her tone almost playful but with an underlying authority. “But if you lose, I get to teach you some manners. You’ll do as I say until you’ve learned respect. Understood?” “And if I win?” he shot back, fire in his eyes. She paused, a gleam of interest in her gaze. “I travel the world to research Pokémon legends,” she said, her voice calm yet firm. “Along the way, I’ve caught many rare Pokémon. If you defeat me, you may choose one of them as your prize.” "Fine by me," he sneered, he replied, already picturing his victory. With a flick of her wrist, Cynthia released her formidable Garchomp. The crowd gasped, recognizing the power of her Dragon-type Pokémon. “Garchomp, let’s show them what we can do,” she said confidently. “I only need one Pokémon to defeat you.” Blue summoned his trusted Eevee, brimming with misplaced confidence. “Let’s show her what we’ve got, Eevee!” he shouted, and the battle began. “Eevee, use Quick Attack!” he commanded, his voice filled with excitement. But Garchomp moved with a speed that took Blue by surprise. “Dodge it, Garchomp!” Cynthia instructed, her tone calm and collected. The Dragon-type evaded effortlessly, then leapt forward with a gleam in its eyes. “Garchomp, use Rock Smash!” she called out. With a powerful strike, Garchomp’s Rock Smash hit Eevee, sending it crashing to the ground, fainted in an instant. Cynthia gave a small nod, her expression firm but understanding. “It's super effective,” she noted with a calm smile. “And a good reminder to always be prepared, Blue.” He clenched his teeth, anger flashing in his eyes. “Eevee, return!” “This isn’t over yet! Go, Spearow!” Blue shouted, throwing his next Poké Ball with fierce determination, eager to reclaim his pride. “Spearow, use Peck!” he commanded, his voice tinged with desperation as doubt began to creep in. But Cynthia remained unfazed, her demeanor as steady as ever. “Garchomp, use Stone Edge!” she ordered, her tone calm and authoritative. With remarkable precision, Garchomp unleashed a barrage of sharp stones that struck Spearow mid-flight. The impact was brutal, sending Spearow spiraling down to the ground. “Super effective,” she remarked coolly as Spearow fell, unconscious. “You see, Blue, it’s not enough to rely on strength alone. You must also understand your Pokémon and their capabilities.” Blue’s face twisted in frustration as he recalled Spearow. “Spearow, return!” he shouted, his anger boiling over. He couldn't fathom how swiftly his Pokémon had been taken down. The thought of losing was unbearable. “You’re up, Sandshrew!” he yelled, trying to reignite his dwindling confidence as he sent out his next Pokémon. He clenched his fists, determined to turn the tide. “Sandshrew, use Swift!” he commanded, hoping to land a hit and regain the upper hand. Cynthia, however, remained unfazed. “Garchomp, evade and use Aqua Tail!” she instructed, her voice steady and composed. Garchomp moved with astonishing agility, its tail glowing with swirling water energy before it struck Sandshrew head-on. The powerful Water-type attack overwhelmed the little Ground-type, sending it crashing to the ground. “And… it’s super effective!” She teased, a slight smile curving her lips. “Remember, Blue, even the smallest of Pokémon can be formidable with the right training.” Frustration coursed through his veins. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go! He recalled Sandshrew, his confidence faltering but his resolve still intact. “You’ll see—I won’t lose! Rattata, let’s finish this!” he declared, throwing out his next Poké Ball with renewed determination. “Rattata, use Hyper Fang!” he yelled, his voice ringing with fierce conviction. But Cynthia stood unwavering, her calm confidence infuriating Blue even more. “Garchomp, Rock Smash!” she called out, and with a powerful leap, Garchomp crashed into Rattata, sending it sprawling and fainting on impact. “Super effective,” she noted, her expression unyielding. “It seems you’re still not getting the message, Blue.” As he stared at the battlefield littered with his defeated Pokémon, disbelief washed over Blue, quickly replaced by a surge of rage. The crowd watched in stunned silence, their excitement fading as Cynthia stood tall, Garchomp at her side, the undisputed victor. With a calm smile, she nodded at her Pokémon. “Return, Garchomp,” she said, recalling her dragon into its Poké Ball with a flick of her wrist. The dismissal felt like a slap to Blue’s pride, and he could feel the weight of humiliation settling heavily on his shoulders. “I told you, Blue,” Cynthia said, her voice smooth yet firm, “one Pokémon was all I needed.” The words struck him like a physical blow. “What do you mean, 'one Pokémon'?” he shot back, desperately clinging to the remnants of his bravado. “You got lucky!” Cynthia stepped closer, her expression unreadable as Blue braced himself for her next words. “Well, young man,” she said, her authority undeniable, “it seems you have much to learn. As I mentioned before, you will now do as I say until you’ve learned some manners.” Before he could react, her hand grasped his wrist firmly. With an unyielding grip, she began to lead him away, much like a mother guiding a stubborn child. “No excuses,” she continued, her tone brooking no argument. “From this moment on, you’re under my tutelage. I’ll teach you the value of manners and respect, whether you like it or not.” Blue’s heart sank at the realization of what this meant. He had been bested in front of a crowd, and now he was bound to her will, forced to confront the flaws that had led to his downfall. With a resigned sigh, he trudged alongside her, shoulders slumped, his once unshakeable confidence shattered. As they walked away, she held his wrist firmly, guiding him like a mother leading an unruly child. Blue felt a swirl of dread and curiosity about the challenges that lay ahead. Would he ever reclaim the confidence that had once defined him? One thing was certain: his life was about to change in ways he had never anticipated.

**A Surprise Weekend Adventure** *Created by Eevee and Little Link* Link to the original place of my story:https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/O5qfhgXWlg It was a cool summer Friday morning, the kind that promised a perfect day ahead. Zelda gently shook Link's shoulder, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Link, wake up. I have a surprise for you!" Link blinked, still groggy from sleep, but a warm smile tugged at his lips as he saw the anticipation on Zelda's face. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, his soft, light blue T-shirt crinkling slightly as he moved. The shirt featured a small Triforce emblem over the chest, a playful nod to his adventurous spirit, and was made of breathable cotton, perfect for a comfortable night's sleep. He paired the T-shirt with matching gray shorts, which had an elastic waistband for a snug but comfortable fit. The shorts were made from the same soft material as the T-shirt, allowing for easy movement. His outfit was completed with cozy, slip-on slippers shaped like small wolves, adding a fun touch to his relaxed look. The slippers were plush and padded, keeping his feet warm as he prepared to start the day. "A surprise, huh? What is it?" Zelda's smile widened as she handed him a small envelope. She was dressed in a soft lavender bedtime dress that flowed to her ankles, accented with delicate silver lace along the hem and sleeves. A simple silver necklace with a crescent moon pendant rested on her collarbone, matching the small silver studs in her ears. Her golden hair was held back by a thin silver headband, and on her feet, she wore plush white slippers with a small silver bow at the front. "Open it!" Link carefully opened the envelope and pulled out a train ticket, his eyes widening in surprise. "A train ticket? Are we going somewhere?" "Yes!" Zelda exclaimed. "I've arranged for us to visit the train museum in the country. I know how much you've been wanting to go, and I thought it would be the perfect weekend trip." Link's face lit up with childlike wonder, and he pulled Zelda into a tight hug. "Zelda, this is amazing! I can't believe you did this for me." Zelda wrapped her arms around him, reveling in the joy radiating from him. "I wanted to do something special for you. You're always so thoughtful and caring, and I thought this would be a wonderful way to spend the weekend together." The morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of fresh grass and the distant sounds of a world just waking up. Link and Zelda, now filled with excitement for the days ahead, quickly began preparing for their adventure.

New story that will be a series of scenes between a married couple - Mike and Roxy. I haven't written recreationally in years so hopefully the rust isn't too bad. Enjoy. Chapter 1 (Shopping Trip) “Can’t we just wait for the Amazon box to show up? It says its supposed to be here tomorrow.” I said to her, with a hint of desperation. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.” The blue BMW lurched into a parking stall. She sighed as she put it into park and spoke to me slowly and calmly, not unlike a preschool teacher talking to an unruly toddler. “Mike, you’ve pointed that about five times now, and like I said the four previous times, you’re almost out of pull-ups - you had 2 left and I think we both know you’re going to go through more than two today” she laughed to herself. I blushed. “Besides, we need things at the house too." she tried to reassure me. "It’ll be fine.” As we got out of the car I looked at my reflection trying to see if the Pull Up I had on was obvious through my track pants. The rather tight fit didn’t offer too much to the imagination and the square shaped butt was going to make it painfully obvious to anyone who had ever had or been around a toddler what I was wearing. “We can’t go in here,” I said, “Roxy, please…let’s just go out later.” She grabbed my hand, and kissed the top of my head. “Baby, it’s going to be fine. I’m here with you.” I grinned a little as she squeezed my hand. “Do you need a change before we go in?” “No,” I said a little too proudly, “I’m dry.” “Call me skeptical,” She looked at me half exasperated. “Im serious,” I stammered. “I haven’t had an accident.” “Well forgive me,” she said in mock outrage, “especially given your current potty training um, issues, as of late….please baby? let’s take a look.” I didn’t have a choice really as it turned out; with that she patted my butt and squeezed my crotch as we stood next to the car. I knew where this was going and hoped nobody was around; she pulled the back of my pull up back and looked down. She had a somewhat shocked look when our eyes met as she let my pants snap back int place. “Wow baby, good job, you kept your pants clean all morning!” She patted my butt a couple times. “I’m proud of you.” It never gets normal hearing things like that as a 30 something, normal if somewhat lazy male. We walked into Target, her still holding my hand, and we grabbed a cart. She put her purse in the child seat and we began walking around the store. After loading up at the grocery section, we ended up in the baby aisle. “You know,” she said, seemingly bedazzled by the bright colors of diaper packages adoring the aisles, “we need to get some more wipes too.” She walked over and put a box of Pampers wipes in the cart, and then we were in front of the training pants section. “Any preference?” She asked “Boy or girl?” “For the record,” she continued, “I think the purple and pink is cute on you.” Jesus I thought. What a weird world I live in. “Let’s just go with that. People are less apt to think they’re well, you know, uh…” “For you?” She grinned and patted my butt. “Yeah” I laughed, if only at the absurdity alone. “Exactly.” I grabbed a box of the XL girls version and put it in the cart. “Ok, let’s get out of here,” I said. “God you’re paranoid,” she shook her head. “Just chill the fuck out. Nobody cares. Nobody knows.” “You’re just saying that,” I huffed. “You can totally tell.” “Easy mister,” she stopped the cart. “What’s gotten into you?” “I just want to go home.” “Nobody cares about your diapers. Quit throwing a tantrum, Jesus Christ." Silence set in and we began walking toward the self-checkout line. Thankfully at this hour, it was totally dead, and the only other live person around was some disinterested looking twenty something standing around paying no mind to anything of the surrounds. We paid and were out in the parking lot. almost to the car. Home free. “Roxy? Mike?” I looked over. God no, just who I didn’t want to see. It was Catalina, one of Roxy’s closer friends. “Hey, it is you!” She pushed her cart over and the two of them began chatting. The dynamic wasn’t unlike two moms chatting while the toddler waits impatiently. “Ah Mike, still having potty problems I see.” That snapped me out of my daze. She was looking at the box of Goodnites in the cart. “I uh, I don’t need them. Those aren’t for me.” She grinned. “Sure they aren’t. Just like you didn’t need a diaper change last week when you pooped your pants at my house. It magically cleared up eh?” “Y..yeah.” I was at a loss. I didn’t want to say anything. I wanted to just hide. I just wanted to cry really - but I peed instead. So much for not needing these, I guess. At least I didn't shit my pants. “Oh, if only that were true” Roxy pulled me next to her, rubbing my shoulder. “Well speaking of, you should come over this weekend - it’s finally pool weather again.” “I’d love to,” Catalina smiled. “It’d be nice to get my tan on.” “Great!” Roxy said in a perky yelp. “Well, I think this one is tired. He didn’t sleep a lot last night and he’s been in a bad mood all day. We’re going to go put him down for a nap. But yes - we’ll see you this weekend!” They hugged. Catalina hugged me too. “Bye Mike,” she patted my butt. “See you soon. And Roxy?” “Yeah?” “I think Mike needs a diaper change” She chuckled. “I worked in a daycare long enough to know what a wet diaper feels like.” Roxy looked at me disappointed, “Michael…” she repeated her earlier diaper check, only this time not finding it so dry. “Well, it’s not too wet, you’ll be fine until we get home.” My face exploded with red embarrassed heat. The girls laughed. We put our purchases in the car and began driving home. We drove back mostly in silence. We went inside and I was going to just sit on the couch and sort of beautifully do nothing. Roxy had other ideas. “Mike, I think you need a nap. You’ve been surly all day.” “I’m fine,” I brushed her off. “I dont need naptime.” “Baby,” She sat down next to me. “We all need naps sometime. Come on. Don’t be difficult.” She stood up and helped me up and we walked back to the bedroom. She had a pull up and wipes laid out. “Let’s get you changed before your nap.” I hopped up onto the bed and laid back. She pulled my pants off and then ripped the pull ups’ sides and wiped me clean with the newly purchased Pampers wipes. She pulled a new, fresh pull up up my legs and over my butt. She patted my crotch when she was done. “There, much better, I’m sure.” she said as I sat up. I stood up and she pulled back the blankets and tucked me in. “Now I’m giong to finish a little bit of cleaning but I’ll be joining you soon baby. Roxy is Ti Ti too” she said in a way a mom talks to a small child. I laughed and curled into the blanket, falling asleep in the afternoon sun as she turned out the lights.

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I stared at the generic airplane seat in front of me, completely fascinated by the cheap, plastic molding that highlighted the cheap Android video player in the back of it. It's clearly pictured, 2D airplane icon not even a quarter of the way into its journey dragged on as I steadily lost my cool. The bumpy plane ride continued into the dead of the night as my entire soul screamed internally with frustration and dread. Four whole hours the flight had been delayed, and that was on top of the 5 hours we had already spent at the airport after a long, mentally draining two week trip with Silvia’s parents. They’d dropped us off early out of necessity which had been fine, before realizing it was one of the busiest airports I think I’d ever set foot in. Instantly I felt overwhelmed. I felt as though I had been in fight or flight response for nearly 10 hours now, and I knew that wouldn’t be ending soon. The rest of the plane ride aside, once we landed would be an entire ordeal of its own. Gathering bags, trekking it back to our car and starting the multi hour commute home was something I definitely wasn’t looking forward to. How was it that everyone loved to travel? This was the fucking worst. Silvia’s head rested on my shoulder as the plane bumped about, the turbulence only seeming to get worse. Her innate ability to fall asleep anywhere left me jealous…angry even. Not angry at her for being able to sleep, but rather angry at myself for being so flustered by this entire trip. I always seemed to have a way of talking myself into a headspace that just left me feeling frustrated and completely unable to cope. The exhaustion of the trip had long since set in, combined with the airport travel woes and over stimulation from the large social crowds we had spent most of the last two weeks in, it was easy to say I was over it. I tried to breath, taking deep breaths as I slowly closed my eyes, trying to tune out the loud, echoing noise that filled the airplane cabin as I let my mind drift. My fingers tapped with anticipation as I tried to think about anything that would calm me. Somewhere else I could put myself to make it through this plane ride. I suddenly found myself dreaming of being at home, quickling shifting it to a fantasy as I thought about what it would be like to be tightly tucked into a soft, plush crib where all of my needs were met. My wife Silvia fully attuned to the side of me she often ‘forgot’ about. “God, if I could just wake up in a soiled diaper, cuddling my stuffie…” I thought, opening my eyes as I turned my head to stare out the window at the dark storm clouds as I felt my cock harden slightly. I tried to break my thought, flexing my arm in an attempt to conceal my boner from any potential viewers. Though that was probably a complete waste of time since almost everyone aboard was either asleep, or lost in a pointless movie shown on the cheap tablets in front of them. I tried to shake my anxiety, letting myself indulge again as I slowly closed my eyes, relaxing my arm as I tried to build up my fantasy world. A fantasy in my own head wasn’t hurting anyone and it had actually started doing me some good. My mind wandered, adding details to the previous scene as I fantasized about being anywhere else. Somewhere where diapers were normal and my social anxiety was gone. Somewhere where all of my woes were gone. A bright light flashed from outside of the window as the plane violently shook, the sound of thunder instantly roaring just outside the cabin as my heart began to race. I looked around, expecting Silvia to have awoken, or at least someone in our same row but everyone had remained asleep. Surely at least a flight attendant had seen it, or even the captain? But there was nothing. My heart raced as I tightly gripped the arm rests, trying to relax myself as I let my head rest back against the seat. “Come on…Come on!” I thought, trying to reinvision the scene I had only previously created. A second bolt of lightning filled the night sky outside of the plane as the plane began to shake violently again, this time not stopping. My head whipped back around, sure that this was real as I scanned the crowd of people in their seats for any sign of alarment. “We’re experiencing some extreme turbulence ahead. If everyone can return to their seat and ensure their seatbelts are fastened,” The captain called out over the intercom. I let out a sigh, glad to at least not be going insane as my heart continued to race, Silvia’s head still resting gently on my shoulder as she remained completely unphased. I eased up my grip on the arm rests, still slightly holding on as I felt my stomach go crazy, unsure what to make of the violently shaking plane. I forced my eyes closed again, flooding my head with images of the fantasy world I had created, desperate to be anywhere but here as I felt myself being pulled back to reality with each shake. I clenched my eyes tighter, desperate to make it real when a third flash of light filled the outside world, blinding my vision as everything turned to white before a final loud crack filled the cabin. I tried to open my eyes, but everything was just white. A blinding sensation as my ears rang with static. Images of my fantasy started to flood my vision again as seconds turned to minutes, and minutes felt like eternity. The bright white eventually began to fade, my eyes slowly opening as bright beams of light danced their way around the loosely shut curtains in what appeared to be my room, but from an angle I was unfamiliar with. The soft confines of my bed felt squishier, and more plush? Something about my senses had to have been off. I rubbed my eyes, trying to help speed up their ability to adjust to the awkward light that was filling the room before opening them as my heart dropped a little. Long, thick bars separated me from the rest of the room as I suddenly realized I was where the dresser usually was, facing towards my usual bed with the dresser just next to it, though everything looked just slightly different. I reached out my arms, trying to grab onto the bars as I lifted myself slightly out of the bed before I felt the familiar feeling of a diaper, a damp one too, tightly fastened around my waist. The crinkle was a dead give away too, but the feeling on my skin ultimately had registered first. I looked down to confirm my suspicion before realizing I was entirely in baby mode. My diaper was tightly secured in place by my usual dinosaur onesie which had my usual pacifier clipped to its collar where it was easily at my disposal. A litter of my stuffed animals scattered the bedding with a bottle of milk half drunk tucked into one of the stuffed bear’s arms. My head was spinning as my heart raced. I was both excited and terrified. Was Silvia home? My mind returned to the bars, clearly making the distinction that I was in an adult sized crib now, but I didn’t own one of those. The bars towered up towards the ceiling creating what was effectively a prison cell rather than a crib. Sure I could scale it if I really needed to, but it was likely as tall as I was if I stood up. I continued to scan the room, unsure of what else to do as calling out for help seemed a little beneath me, though that mindset shifted fast. “Uh, Silvia?” I called out, unsure of what was happening? “You home?” Silence filled the room before I heard a slight shuffle somewhere out in the apartment. “Silvia?” I shifted towards the door which was only slightly cracked, waiting for Silvia to burst through the door in disgust but instead I was met by my cat strolling in through the door. “Whiskers!” I shouted almost impulsively, happy to see at least something of familiarity. In typical cat fashion, her sleekness easily allowed her to jump through the bars of the crib where her purrs filled the room with a calming energy as I gave her the attention she so much deserved. “What's going on? Where's Mommy?” I whispered to Whiskers in my usual voice, having always been able to refer to Silvia as the cat Mom which had always been my quiet way of calling her Mommy. Though, thinking about that now I’m not so sure she ever caught on to. Time slowly passed by as Whiskers curled up next to me in my self contained prison as I scanned around the bars, looking for any kind of release latch as surely there had to have been something. Though ultimately I couldn’t seem to find anything before giving up and collapsing back onto my padded butt. “Oh, Whisk-” I started, suddenly hearing a key in the front door. My heart suddenly started to race again. Did Silvia know I was here? Did she know I was like this? What was the appropriate response? “Uh, Silvia?” I called out timidly, feeling completely uncertain. There was a lot of commotion outside of the room, almost as if Silvia had just come back from the store but that didn’t seem to fit. We usually always did the grocery shopping together. “What did you just call me?” Her sweet, gentle voice called out in a seemingly surprised sense of tone. Her footsteps soon stumbled towards the room before I was quickly relieved by the sight of her just as I remembered as she entered the room. “I think that's at least a couple of spankings,” I stared at her puzzled, completely caught off guard by her commitment to my current predicament as she had never embraced this side of me until now. “Don’t look at me like that. You know exactly what you did,” She said, lowering the crib gate. “Uh-” I started, before being quickly cut off. “Oh no, mr,” She said firmly, helping me out of the crib. “I don’t want to hear any excuses. Lay on the bed, Mommy is going to change you and then I think we’ll try a bar of soap instead,” I had no idea what was happening. Where did this crib come from? Why was Silvia so suddenly involved in babying me? Silvia grabbed a diaper off the shelf under my crib before quickling grabbing a bottle of baby powder off a nearby shelf and returning to the bed. “Are you trying to get in double trouble, mr?” She said, setting the stuff down on the bed. “Lay back,” Slowly, I did as she said, both nervous and excited to get what would be my actual first diaper change from her and yet somehow it didn’t seem like that was the case. She quickly got to work as if she’d done this a million times, unbuttoning the snaps between my onesie as she rolled it up slightly towards my chest revealing my yellow stained diaper covered in little cartoon characters that she effortlessly removed the tapes, pulling the diaper back to expose my bare, naked flesh. I had always imagined I’d be rock hard if Silvia ever changed my diaper, but somehow it was all too much. I still was so unsure about what was happening that it just didn’t feel right. She mindlessly wiped around my crotch as if she’d done it before, cleaning all of the little crooks and crannies around my testicles before pulling out the old, and sliding in the new diaper which she quickly sprinkled with powder and taped up. She crumbled up the old diaper, holding it tightly as she carried it to a nearby diaper genie before returning to snap up my onesie again and help me off the bed. “Now, you can take your spankings or sit in timeout. Which one will it be?” Silvia asked, slightly tidying up the inside of my crib. “Well?” “I-” I started, feeling as though I was in a dream. “You know if you don’t pick one, Mommy is going to make you do both,” Silvia insisted. “Is this- real?” I stuttered. “Haha,” Silvia let out unenthusiastically. “If the next words out of your mouth aren’t timeout or spanking, Mommy is going to make you do both with a bar of soap in your mouth,” Her voice was genuine. Even her character. She was behaving exactly as she would aside from the obvious babying of me. Her words, her tone, even her ability to cut through my crap…it was all too real. “Ti- timeout?” I stuttered, trusting that this was genuine and Silvia would surely follow through on her word. “Right, off you go then,” She said, gesturing towards the door. “Uh- where?” I said stupidly, but genuinely wasn’t sure where I was expected to sit through my timeout. “Stop playing dumb or I’ll double it,” She said, pushing through the door into the living room. I quickly stumbled after her, surprised to find the living room barely changed with the exception of a small stool that sat in the corner that I could only imagine was supposed to be my intended destination. I slowly made my way before awkwardly sitting down on a stool that was definitely undersized for me, but maybe that was the point? I stared out into our home as Silvia worked to put the groceries away in the kitchen, still in view as I tried to look for any shifted details, which much like the bedroom there seemed to be a few. “I’m not starting the timer till you're facing the wall!” Silvia called out from across the house, making eye contact with me. I awkwardly turned myself around, facing into the corner as I tried to process what could possibly be happening. Was I dreaming? Was I dead? Time dragged on for what seemed like close to an hour. Truely a horrible way to spend my time but I didn’t dare test this alternative reality Silvia as I knew how hard of a line she usually drew. “Timeouts over, sweetie,” Silvia's voice echoed out from what I knew as her office. Her voice was quickly followed by her presence as she rounded the corner, greeting me with a smile as I spun back around, lifting my slightly sore butt off the extremely undersized stool I had just spent the better part of an hour on if I had to guess. “Did we learn something?” She asked. I stared at her in disbelief, still unsure what was going on. Was there really a learning objective to timeout? “What do you call me?” She said, seeing the obviously confused look on my face. “Mommy?” I said quietly, feeling as though I was about to be chastised for even suggesting it. “Good job!” She cooed, further throwing me off guard as I had never even thought about what that might sound like from her. “Jaydn and his Mommy should be here in another hour or two, so can you make sure your play area in the room and your crib is picked up and ready for Jaydn to stay the night?” Jaydn? My mind now completely lost as she tried to tell me that one of my best friends would shortly see me and my room. 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