The Geek's Itty Bitty Baby Bear - FINAL CHAPTER IS UP!

[mamabug]

Absolutely adorable!

Keep up the amazing work!

[mordand]

I have just found this story and boy is this good!!! I can’t wait to see what is going to happen next:-)


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[Dr_J]

Thank you so much, everyone! I know I post once per week, and I'm doing my best to stay faithful to that. It forces me to discipline myself to write on schedule. Can't wait to share the next chapter with you! 

[Dr_J]

Good afternoon! Here's Chapter 7 for you! Glad everyone is enjoying this so far! 

Chapter 7

Call me a sucker, but man, Michael was too darn cute! Before he left that Wednesday night, we actually kissed! Can you believe it?! The shy, blushy Michael quietly said goodbye, before giving me a hug, and then a gentle kiss on my cheek. Of course, he immediately apologized after I smiled, asking me if that was okay, and I told him to shut up and kissed him on the cheek in return, before we kissed on the lips. Nothing crazy, but boy, is he a good kisser! And yes, he blushed afterwards and said we'd figure out when to hang out again soon.

It wasn't long before we did, either! We went on a few little dates here and there, ranging from fast-food restaurants to just perusing stores. I didn't want him to think the entire point of our get-together was to make him constantly talk about the whole diaper thing, but I knew getting to know each other a little more would make it much easier for him. Plus, I sometimes overthink things, and began to wonder just what might be needed to make Michael comfortable enough to wear a diaper or act more little around me. I highly doubted that he'd at some point just lie back and let me undress him before putting a diaper around his waist; we'd probably need to at least see each other naked first! That is...if he chose to go that far with me (and I hoped he would!).

Between our little outings, we texted and chatted on the phone nearly every night, and Michael's disposition seemed much more relaxed each and every time. However, he always blushed, or giggled, or spoke shyly, whenever I would make little diaper references, or tease him with my sing-song voice. I told him that he'd better never get used to those things, not telling him that seeing his reaction just made me gush over him more. I'll admit that while I told myself I wouldn't get too attached too quickly, I was falling for Michael pretty quickly, and not just because of his blushy red cheeks. He spoke to me like I mattered, always paying attention to the littlest details and being interested in what I had to say. Even with his shy nature, he always smiled and made little random compliments about what I was wearing. I sent him a picture on a colder than usual day, and made a comment on how great my “wolf-skin boots” were (that's what he called them. They're literally boots with the faux fur showing at the top. Apparently he thought they were cool). I mean, nobody did that before, aside from the “ur hot” or “i bet ur cuter naked lol.” Guys, while there are women who are okay with being talked to that way, I will tell you now that a majority of us don't like that, especially if you can't use decent grammar or say something more thoughtful. Anyway, back to me and Michael.

Yeah, I was a sucker for the guy, and I had a means of testing the waters a little more with him. He had asked me to come over for dinner and a movie on Friday night.

“I was thinking maybe just ordering take-out and we can talk and maybe just rent something online?” Michael asked.

“Porn?” I joked.

“What? No, I don't-damn it, I fell for it again, didn't I?” he sighed with a laugh.

One thing I noticed about Michael: he wasn't the best at realizing when a joke was made, and would sometimes fall for the bait and start defending himself. And I mean, almost every time.

“You did fall for it again,” I giggled, “but nah, that sounds good.”

So, that Friday night at 6, I showed up at Michael's place; a cozy apartment with a very similar layout to mine, except his had an extra room (his “computer room / guest bedroom” as he called it. I chose to wear a French vanilla-colored sweater and a lacy purple bra, with some very dark blue jeans and sneakers. Nothing fancy, but I didn't need to be fancy to enact the plan! We of course kissed and hugged for quite some time before actually eating dinner. Michael loved it when I ran my nails along the back of his neck, to a point where he'd stop dead in his tracks and lean forward slightly, almost in a trance...something I would use to my advantage in the future.

Michael ordered a Friday night staple meal: pepperoni pizza, chicken wings, and some sodas. He insisted he pay for everything; another action that some of the guys I dated in the past seemed to never offer.

Dinner went on as one would expect: giggling, telling stories about what happened at work, which movie we wanted to watch that night. After dinner, I poured myself a half glass of root beer with zero intention of drinking any of it. You see, as we headed to Michael's living room to pick out a movie, I conveniently spilled the root beer all over my shirt, letting out a quiet, “Aw, damn it.”

“Oh, no!” Michael gasped when he realized what I'd done.

“Ahh, my fault for being so clumsy. This is all wet, though! Doesn't look like I spilled it on your floor, thank God. I hate to be a bother, Michael, but do you have a shirt I could maybe borrow?”

“It's no bother at all,” he replied, heading down his hallway, “I've got plenty of shirts you can borrow.”

I nodded, following close behind him, stifling a grin. We made our way into Michael's bedroom, and I stood in the way of his doorway, letting out a sigh, followed by a, “I can't believe I did this.”

“Hey, it's okay. At least we're here, right? Not like it happened while we were out somewhere.” Michael reassured me, before digging through his closet. “Um, were you wearing a shirt underneath that one?”

“Maybe? Why do you ask?” I played dumb.

“Well, I can lend you a hoodie and a short-sleeved shirt, just in case the soda made it through both layers.”

“Good point. And no, I've only got this sweater and my bra.”

With a blush and nod, Michael pulled a large blue t-shirt and a gray hoodie out of his closet, gently smiling and handing them over to me.

“You can go in the bathroom to get changed, if you-”

“-we're adults, Michael. It's fine.” I interrupted, quickly peeling off my soda-soaked sweater.

“O-oh! Okay! Um, wasn't expecting that!” I heard Michael stammer.

I gently hung my sweater on Michael's doorknob, before seeing that Michael had his head turned, in what I assumed was out of respect for my privacy. Again: so. Freaking. Cute! There was no way he'd turn his head, not even to sneak a peek.

“Michael.”

“Erica? Are you done?” he asked, still keeping focus away from me as I held onto the shirt and hoodie.

“Michael.” I repeated.

“What?”

Still not even a glance.

“Michael!” I jokingly yelled, startling him and making him quickly turn his head.

“Are you-o-oh! Jeez!” Michael's eyes widened as he saw my C-cup breasts hidden beneath my purple bra. “I thought you were done. I'm sorry!”

“Michael, stop. It's fine. You can look!” I giggled. “Relax!”

He nodded shyly, eyes still wide, not moving from his position near the closet.

“You just gonna stand there, or are you gonna c'mere and kiss me?” I asked in a more seductive tone.

Michael came a little closer, quietly whispering, “Oh, my,” as he did so. I chuckled softly, pulling him towards me when he came within reach.

“Pulled you a bit out of your comfort zone, huh?” I smirked, making sure his body pressed against mine.

“J-just a bit. You spilled that soda on purpose, didn't you?”

“What gives you that impression?”

“You're so....so...”

“I'm so what?” I asked, before Michael leaned in, pressing his lips against mine, his arms making their way around my hips.

“You. You're so you.” Michael said between kisses.

I tossed the shirts he gave me to the floor, before gently unbuttoning the shirt he was wearing, all without breaking away from our makeout session. And was he a fantastic kisser! My lips, my neck, my shoulders, my chest...everywhere he kissed me felt amazing. Something about those soft lips of Michael's sent chills down my spine. The bulge forming in his pants told me he was getting very turned on, and so was I. I used my nails to gently scratch the back of his head, and his neck, and his shoulders and back, making his body arch softly.

It wasn't long before we were on his bed, the two of us gently but passionately kissing one another and taking turns with who was on top. It was as if something just took over the two of us, consumed by the heat of the moment. While on top of Michael, I gently undid my bra, asking him, “Is it safe to say you're okay with this?”

“I am, but is it weird if I tell you I'm not ready for sex yet?” Michael said, stopping his barrage of kisses momentarily.

Something told me he'd say that, but I didn't let it ruin the moment, as I respected that in a guy. Not to mention, that wasn't my plan for the night to begin with. Didn't mean I couldn't toy with him a bit, though!

“A bit unexpected, but not weird at all,” I chuckled, tossing my bra, leaving my top half completely naked, “I'm not quite ready for that, either. I am enjoying this quite a bit, though. Do you want to stop, or are you okay with some other...activities?”

“Oh, me too,” Michael said, his hands slowly reaching up to my breasts, before gently caressing them, his fingertips brushing across my nipples, “and I-I'm okay with other things.”

“Good! You like these, huh?” I asked coyly, gently jiggling my boobs.

“Very much.” Michael admitted, nodding before I leaned down to kiss him.

“Hmmm, yeah?” I giggled, “You're a boob man, Michael?”

“Y-yeah, boob and ass.” Michael smiled shyly, his hands still gently making their way along my breasts, sending more shivers down my spine.

“I see,” I whispered, “and what do you want to do with these, hmmm?”

Michael said nothing at first, instead reaching for them once more, but I playfully pushed his hands away.

“Ah, ah, ah,” I giggled, “I want you to tell me, mister.”

“I want,” Michael said, pausing and tongue-tied for a moment, “I want to, um...I'm, I'm sorry, I've never been good at this. Some bad experiences in the past, and all.”

Wow...what did his ex do to him? I asked myself, feeling sorry for Michael.

“Hey, don't sweat it,” I smiled, not wanting to break the mood, “I've got an idea.”

I slid off of Michael, sidling up next to him, kissing his cheek and lips, before tracing my nails along his bare chest and stomach. I then leaned in and whispered in a gentle but authoritative tone, “Michael, I want you to whisper in my ear what you want to do. I will not laugh, or get upset, or anything like that. I see those blushy little cheeks of yours, and let me tell you, it is so freakin' cute and hot at the same time, watching you blush. Can you do that for me? Hmm?”

His eyes widened, his body wiggling quite a bit (probably from the embarrassment), but he nodded and bit his lip, before finally leaning up towards my ear and whispering, “I've always wanted to try suckling on them.”

I had a feeling he'd say something along those lines, given his lifestyle preferences, and given that my boobs were practically begging him to have a go at them. While I'd never had anyone suckle on them before, I'd had guys in the past kiss them and tease them with their hands and fingers.

“Mmm, is that so? And you've never done it before?”

“No,” Michael admitted, “and it-it's okay if you don't wanna try it. I hope I wasn't too straightforward.”

“Silly boy,” I sang, “I told you to tell me, and you did! I'll admit that I've never actually experienced it, either, but there's a first time for everything. And see? You're letting me in just a little more.”

“So, is that a yes?” Michael asked with hints of eagerness and hesitation in his voice.

“Yes,” I giggled, propping myself up against Michael's headboard, using a pillow for cushioning, “but I am hoping you can do something for me when we're done here.”

“Oh?”

Biting my lip softly, I looked down at Michael and said, “If you're feeling brave, I'd like to see what your diapers look like.”

“O-on me?” he blushed.

“Well, I mean, ideally, yes. But if that's too much right now, you can at least show some to me.”

I kept my eyes locked on Michael's, smiling to again show him I wasn't there to judge, nor belittle, nor cruelly embarrass him (teasingly embarrassing him was another story). Putting one of my hands in his, I gave him a squeeze.

“I'll try my best.” Michael nodded with a shy smile.

“I won't be mad if you get too nervous...now c'mere.”

Michael's breathing got a little heavier, his lips quivering and shaking as he curled up towards my left nipple. I kept whispering to him that it was okay, even gently running my fingers through his hair as his lips got ever closer to their destination. Finally, I felt him gently latch on, as his hands found their way on my shoulder and on my right breast. I held my left breast up for him as my other hand held the back of his head gently, and suddenly, I felt the slow, suckling rhythm from his lips, as well as his tongue dancing and swirling across my very hard nipple. I couldn't help but moan. Never having done this before, it didn't feel weird or awkward one bit. Rather, it was both comforting and arousing for me.

“No biting now,” I huffed between moans, kissing the top of Michael's head as he suckled more, “God, that feels so good.”

My breasts and nipples were always pretty sensitive to stimuli, but holy hell! Why hadn't I tried this sooner?! I was so wet and turned on! After some time, Michael gently switched to my other nipple, his suckling and licking feeling just as amazing. He didn't bite, either! I was afraid I may have had to give him a warning smack, but he was so good at it.

“You've never done this before?” I moaned softly.

“No,” Michael moaned back, his hands gently kneading my shoulder and breast, “never.”

“You're freaking great at it.”

“Good.”

The suckling went on for a few more moments, both of us quite aroused from the whole ordeal. I knew we weren't ready for actual sex yet, but I wanted this to end on a very naughty note, especially for Michael. Leaning down, I whispered, “I wanna do something else for you. Just tell me if you want me to stop.”

Michael simply nodded his head, and I gently got up from his bed, removing my jeans, leaving me just in my lacy purple panties. I then positioned Michael on his back, gently unbuttoning his jeans and undoing the zipper, before yanking at them, sliding them off with his help.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Very.”

With a smile, I removed Michael's boxers as well, leaving him entirely naked on his bed, his fully erect member in plain view. I didn't hear any questions from him, so I continued, gently kneeling between Michael's legs before taking his member in my mouth, bobbing in both slow and fast motions, with my tongue swirling about the tip and my teeth ever gently brushing along his shaft. Michael's hands made their way down to my shoulders, kneading me with each motion, soft moans becoming more apparent the more I sucked.

“Erica,” Michael whispered, “I'm gonna-”

“-thanks for the warning.” I whispered, before finishing him off.

Michael gasped loudly, and I waited until he stopped cumming before getting up, a smile on my face. He looked at me, spent from the ordeal and with a big grin. This was perfect! I saw him naked (yes, I know he didn't see me fully naked, but that's besides the point) and he agreed to try to show me, and maybe even wear around me, one of his diapers! I hoped he'd keep up his end of the agreement.

“Did you like that?” I smirked.

“Oh God, yes.”

“Good.” I giggled, before cuddling up with Michael. “I figured you would.”

“Where did you learn how to do that?”

“Internet.” I chuckled, causing Michael to laugh as well before he kissed me.

We stayed that way for a little while, until he finally said, “Well, do you want to watch a movie?”

“Sounds good to me!”

We both got up from his bed, Michael grabbing his boxers before wandering off to his bathroom to clean himself up since he got just a little messy. I quickly got dressed, and before long, Michael re-entered his bedroom, pulling me into a hug.

“What was that for?” I giggled, hugging him back.

“Just because.” he responded, making me smile.

Such a damn cutie! He then put his shirt back on, and I thought he'd go to put his jeans on, when instead, he went to his closet, fumbling around for something. I could hear various boxes shuffling around. I was about to ask what he was doing, when he gently looked over at me, a thick, white, disposable diaper in his hands. He shook and smiled as he showed it to me, and I motioned for him to come closer, sitting the two of us on the bed.

“Hey,” I smiled, “it's okay. I know it's scary, but it's okay. Look, I'm right here, right?”

“Y-yeah, it's just, this is the first time I'm showing someone. And I'm scared but I didn't want to disappoint you.”

“Awwwwww,” I cooed, “you didn't disappoint me one bit! How brave of you! And this looks so cute!”

I gently ran my fingers along the outside of the diaper, hearing a slight plastic/vinyl sound as I did so. We both giggled at this, and I gently guided Michael's hands to open the diaper so I could feel the inside. It was nearly identical to a baby's diaper, just much bigger. Michael's hands still shook, but I took one of his in mine and held onto it tightly, again showing him I wasn't mad or upset or freaked out. All of the research I'd done, along with knowing that Michael was a good guy, made this much easier than I thought. That, and it just made me even more curious about the whole thing! The breastfeeding was just a taste!

“These feel pretty soft!” I observed.

“They are!” Michael said excitedly with a blush, before pausing and looking a little unhappy.

“Hey, what's wrong?”

“Nah, it's just,” he paused, “kinda hard to believe that I've got someone right here who's being so cool about it. Last person I showed was just awful, yelling at me and telling me how sick I was. Forget everything good about me, right?”

“Some people are just really stupid. Most of the people who judge about things they don't understand have some of their own skeletons they'd be afraid of sharing with others. Plus, karma's a bitch.”

“That it is,” Michael laughed, “but this is just so...you don't even know how much I appreciate this right now.”

“Well I appreciate you, Michael. You're a pretty great guy!”

We smiled and kissed, both of us still gently holding onto the diaper.

“So...movie?” I giggled.

“Oh, yes! Definitely.”

“And, what about this?” I asked, holding up the diaper, making him blush again.

“A-actually,” Michael looked down, “I think I want to try wearing in front of you, but...”

“Michael,” I playfully scolded, “it's me, Erica! Just tell me what you want.”

“...um, I don't think I'm ready for you to put me in one yet. And, um, would you be okay if I had a blanket over it while we watch a movie? Just for now. I think it might make it easier and make me feel less self-conscious about it.”

“That,” I said before kissing his cheek, “is perfectly fine. I'll start up the movie, and you do whatever you need to, okay?”

“Okay, thank you.” Michael smiled with a huge blush.

I nodded before going back to the living room to set everything up. It only took about five minutes for Michael to come out of his room. He was in jeans and held onto a blanket, but the audible sound his pants made gave him away; he was wearing a diaper, alright! I sat on the one end of the couch, waiting for him to sit next to me. He quickly undid his jeans, sliding them down before opening up the blanket and wrapping it around his waist. When he sat down, another audible crinkle could be heard, making us both giggle.

“Comfy?” I asked.

“Yes. You?”

“Almost,” I said, before putting my arms around Michael, cuddling him close, “there. Comfy!”

With a smile, we started the movie, with Michael wiggling happily every so often. My hands gently ran along his sides, his back, and occasionally, his diaper. Not the front of it, mind you, but more along the waist and the bottom. I looked down at him as I did this, just to get an idea of how he felt about it. He merely looked back up at me with a genuine smile and blush, wiggling each time my fingers traced around his waist and diapered waistband.

I'll admit that it felt kind of nice and made me smile as well, each time my hand touched the fabric. I even noticed that whenever my hand got closer to Michael's diapered bottom, that he'd wiggle that quite a bit as well. I smirked whenever he did this, even opting to give his bottom a few light pats when he did so. Of course, he blushed once more, but he also smiled quite widely. I even occasionally cooed at him, just to see what he'd do. You know, the whole, “awww someone's comfy!” or “you're such a cutie pie!” This would make him red in an instant, which would then make me smile even more.

The rest of our night together went on like that: pats, finger traces, coos, smiles, and cuddles. That was the first time I'd seen somebody truly happy, with me playing a huge role in getting them to reach that point. And let me tell you, it was one of the most rewarding experiences I'd ever felt. I knew this would make exploring the rest of the lifestyle easier for both of us!

[Bluebird67]

Another “wish I could give it more than one like” episode! I especially like that last paragraph.

[Dr_J]

15 hours ago, Bluebird67 said:

Another “wish I could give it more than one like” episode! I especially like that last paragraph.

Thanks again! I'm so glad to hear you're enjoying it! I'm very much enjoying writing it!

[Pierry Louys]

Really really liked your writing and the way that you are taking us to see a beautiful and caring relationship between mommy and baby

[Eagle0769]

OMG it's like you're in my head Dr_J.

I love when you write stories like this. Oh don't get me wrong

I love all your stories but stories like this makes me wish it was

me.

Your writing is so good you explain things that I can see them

happening in my mine.

He is one lucky baby boy and the good thing is it only gets better

from here.

Can't wait until your next chapter. ?

[mamabug]

Things are beginning to heat up  

[Dr_J]

Good morning! Chapter 8 is here for you!

Chapter 8
So yeah, that Friday night was pretty interesting, what with Michael and I getting into some naughty shenanigans and ending our time together with my hand along his diapered bottom. Who knew something so simple as wearing a diaper could make someone so happy? Sure, he looked nervous as hell at first, but once he warmed up to me and we settled in for the movie, Michael looked so relaxed. In fact, he almost fell asleep snuggled up against me, and I would’ve let him. My guess is he thought that might’ve been taking it too far, as he insisted he was okay to get home and wouldn’t fall asleep on the way there. He didn’t, thankfully, and honestly? I think some naughtier shenanigans would’ve taken place had he stayed. I knew that diapers turned him on sometimes, and seeing him that relaxed and vulnerable while he was wearing one would’ve led me to push the envelope even further.

After he left, I couldn’t help but think about something: per Michael’s fetish forum, he said he’d mentioned some fantasies here and there, but also mentioned that he’d never actually experienced said fantasies. While there are cases where the reality is as good as the fantasy, it also made me wonder if he’d have second thoughts about some of his fantasies after trying them out. We’d most definitely need to determine that! And so began my new quest to dig for some answers. Of course, we’d have to ease into said fantasies, and I’d need Michael to be open enough with me to let me know what it was that he wanted.

After that Friday evening, we talked a lot more, either through text, by phone, or, if we were gaming, through voice chat. We’d both casually mention how Friday went, and it would always end with both of us talking about how great it was, with Michael thanking me. While there was no doubt that it was quite a special and tender night, the next few days following, he didn’t really talk too much about what he wanted going forward. I assumed he was just being shy about it. After all, he’d never really talked to anyone about it in person.

Being the research queen I am, I once read about a relationship tip when someone I’d dated in the past kept being very closed off and keeping me at a safe distance. The basic idea was that if you find your partner’s safe space or comfort zone, or if you can communicate with them at a time where they’re doing something they really enjoy, they’re more likely to be open with you. Granted, the guy I dated while researching this left me a few days later, as he was apparently cheating on me, but that’s beside the point. I needed to find Michael’s safe space so he’d be even more open with me. I came up with two ideas to achieve this: the first was to either game together, only this time with something more nostalgic for the both of us. The second was to talk more about it after getting a little frisky with each other. Post-sex seemed like the most intimate and opportune moment to talk about this, but I knew we’d have to make sure we were both ready for it. Then, I came up with an even better idea: mixing idea one and two together! Why try two separate safe space ideas when we could just make a little game out of it! 

Michael had mentioned (and still always gets super giddy when he talks about it now) that he loved some of the video games he grew up with. All the stuff from the nineties and early 2000’s. I enjoyed quite a few of them myself. Nothing beat sitting in front of the TV with a friend, playing some of the classics for countless hours. Neither of us had really held onto our old stuff, unfortunately, but hey, I knew enough about computers to either emulate games or to easily and cheaply build one specifically meant to be connected to a television! And that’s exactly what I did. I ordered the parts needed, and without saying a word to Michael about it, I spent a few late nights tinkering, installing, and testing the emulator to ensure it played the games exactly as they played when they first came out. By Thursday morning of that week, my project was complete!

I first sent Michael a text message with a picture of my snazzy device, with a, “Video call me when you get a chance!”

It wasn’t long before my phone rang, and sure enough, it was Michael. 

“Hey there,” I said with a smile, “perfect timing!”

“Hey! What’s up? I see you built something!” Michael smiled back.

“I did! And I was gonna send more pictures, but I thought you’d like to see this bad boy in action.”

I positioned the camera so it first faced the device, making sure Michael could see it and the controllers that were plugged into it. 

“Don’t tell me...don’t tell me!” Michael exclaimed, the excitement in his voice clearly audible.

“I’m not, silly! I’m showing you!” I laughed, turning the device on and then pointing the camera to the television. 

Within seconds, the screen showed the OS platform running, and with a few selections, I had one of the emulators running, showing all the various games we’d both talked about, including the titles we never got to really play while we were growing up.

“That’s so awesome!”

“Hehe, I know! It didn’t take me a terribly long time to make. But I was thinking maybe you should come over this weekend, and we could game for a little while...or a long while.”

“I like the sound of that! Were you thinking Friday or Saturday?” Michael asked happily.

“I was thinking Friday into Saturday.” I replied with a smirk. “You know, a sleepover. You did tell me you used to stay up late playing video games, didn’t you?”

“Hmmm, I did,” Michael chuckled, “but that sounds like fun. Should I, um, bring anything?”

I knew what he was implying, but chose not to humor him this time. 

“I want you to bring whatever you’re comfortable bringing. If what we did last week was comfortable, great! If you want to bring more, even better! I’m leaving that entirely up to you.”

“Got it.” the shyness in Michael’s voice echoed through the speaker.

“Good boy! I can’t wait! I’ve got a few ideas in mind, but you’ll just have to wait until you get here to find out what they are.”

“I can do that. I’ll be over right after work on Friday!”

“Good. And remember, bring whatever you’re comfortable bringing.”

Michael agreed, and we ended our phone call, and thankfully this time around, the next couple of days leading up to our gaming session flew by. Before I knew it, Friday was here.

I didn’t set a time for Michael to show up that time around, so not to get him all flustered and potentially ruin anything. In actuality, I think it helped, because I heard a knock at my door at around 6:20 that evening. Michael had the same backpack as last time, as well as a small suitcase.

“Jeez, Michael. Going on vacation?” I joked.

“What? No, I--” Michael stopped himself before letting out a laugh, “--and I fell for it again. Damn it!”

“Almost every time!” I laughed before giving him a big hug and kiss. “How are you?”

“Hmm, good! Work wasn’t too bad, and I’m very excited for the weekend.” Michael smiled before kissing me back. 

He set his things down on the living room floor, with me closely observing the backpack.

“Hmmm, I wonder what’s in here this time?” I smirked.

“Ohh, you’ll see. I mean, you can see it now if you want.” Michael blushed as he looked at me shyly.

“As tempting as that is, you’re already blushing like crazy, and I’d rather build up the suspense. Still, my curiosity tends to get the best of me, as you know, so don’t be surprised if I just randomly ask you to take a peek!”

“Th-that’s fair! I won’t spoil anything.”

“You better not,” I sang, putting my hand on my hip, “I might have to kick your butt!”

Then, Michael said something I wasn’t expecting at all.

“I prefer spanks over kicks.”

It was almost an automated response, as if the words just came out. Michael gasped and turned so very red, apologizing and asking me, “W-was that too soon? Was that too much?” Those red cheeks and that timid look on his face was just too much, and without responding to his questions, I gently took hold of his cheeks and gave them a light pinch.

“Awww, you’re so stinkin’ cute! I can’t get over it!” I sang, smiling big and kissing him on the cheek.

This only made his embarrassment worse, apparently, because with a shy giggle, he put his head on my shoulder, hiding his face.

“Guess I wanted to test the waters more than I thought.” he admitted, mumbling because of how his face squished gently into my shirt.

“And how did the waters treat you, hmm?”

“Surprisingly well. I’m just not used to it, and now I’m all red.”

“I think it’s freakin’ adorable, Michael, and I’ll let you know if it’s ever too much.” I smiled, kissing the top of his head.

“Good.”

There was a brief moment of silence before Michael uncovered his face, which appeared to be back to its normal color. He looked at me with a warm smile, taking a deep breath as he did so. 

“Now, I don’t really have an itinerary for our little slumber party, but there are at least two things that have to happen this weekend to make it awesome: the first is playing an unhealthy amount of video games...with movies and stupid social media videos thrown in here and there. And the second is that we cuddle, especially when we’re in bed.”

“Sounds like this will be an awesome time, then.” Michael smiled. “Two of my many favorite things: video games and cuddling.”

“Well then! Let’s get started.” I kissed Michael’s cheek before booting up the console and turning the TV on. 

We both then plopped down on the couch, each of us holding a controller. Michael eagerly watched the system boot up, his eyes widening when he saw the seemingly never ending list of game ROMs, including some that never made it to the United States but were translated by die hard fans. 

“This is crazy! Wait!” he nearly jumped off the couch as I scrolled down a bit more. “Is that the one where they pulled characters from a bunch of universes into one game?!”

I couldn’t help but giggle between nods, “That’s the one!”

“We have to play that! I mean...please?” 

Who could turn down a genuinely happy face like that? I almost pinched his cheeks again, even considering speaking to him as if he was the little kid he was acting like at that point, but I bit my tongue and selected the game.

“Okay, but I get to pick the next one.”

“Deal.”

Hmm, but will you agree to some other terms in the not-too-distant future? I pondered.

We played the first game for about an hour, and in that time, Michael began to show just how competitive he could get. It wasn’t a mean competitive nature he had, thankfully; no swearing, or throwing the controller, or anything like that. But he definitely made an effort to bounce back from losing a round. However, we were almost evenly matched in our gaming abilities. We’d even make little wagers for some rounds, from simple kisses on the lips to back scratches (Michael’s idea. Apparently, he absolutely loves getting his back scratched). 

Being a schemer, I had a dubious plan to up the ante on our wagers. There was no way he could beat me at one of my all-time favorite games I grew up with: Super Basketball Dunk Stars. Unlike the traditional basketball games out there, this was more of an arcade game, full of power-ups, cheap shots, bonus points, all that jazz. And I played it a lot with my dad growing up. 

“Having fun?” I asked sweetly, smiling.

“This is way better than playing with a bunch of jerks online.”

“Good! Well I think I’m ready to play my game, if that’s cool.”

“Sure thing!” Michael exclaimed.

“Sweet,” I sang in an overly obnoxious voice, “and you up for a little wager?”

“You know, I’m not usually a gambling man, but this has been fun so far. What’d you have in mind?”

“Well, if I win best of three rounds, then I get to put you in my lap.” I smirked.

“O-oh? And what happens then?” Michael asked with a blush.

“Who knows? I might cuddle you, I might give you a few spankings...maybe make you blush like crazy. Could lead to something more, could just leave it at that.”

“And if I win?” he asked.

“You tell me what you want. Within reason, of course.”

“A back massage that could also lead to something more.” Michael answered almost immediately.

“Deal.” I said, booting up the next game. “Now go easy on me. I haven’t played this in a while.”

I wanted to give Michael a run for his money, but figured I’d make him think this was an easy win against me. The good thing about this game was that it sped up what the normal time in a basketball period was, so each period really only lasted about five minutes or so. Every time Michael scored, I’d catch a little grin out of the corner of my eye.  Whenever he’d have a pretty big lead, I’d then swoop into action and catch back up, but only enough that he was still ahead. This went on for the entirety of the first of the three games. 

“Ohhh, you won the first round,” I smiled, “you’re pretty good at this, Michael!”

“I don’t know...you’re pretty good, too!  This might be a tough 2nd round to win.”

“We’ll see!”

We did a rematch, and this time, I didn’t hold back one bit. Every power-up, every special move, every little turbo boost was used, while Michael grunted in slight frustration. Before we knew it, I won the 2nd round, 58-46. 

“Looks like I’m getting my groove back.” I laughed, seeing Michael give a playful scowl. “Now, now, no poor sports!”

“I know, I’m just being a dork,” Michael giggled, “but this one is for all the marbles!”

Obviously, I wanted to win. As shy as Michael would probably be when he first got into my lap, something told me he’d open up more about his fetish. He’d already let the spanking part slip! With the third round in motion, Michael put up quite the fight, and for a minute, I thought I may have actually lost the match. But no, during the last 10 seconds, I pulled a cheap move and just held onto the basketball while the timer ran out, leaving me to win by just three points.

“Aw, man.” Michael pouted once more, making me chuckle. 

I set my controller on the coffee table before giving Michael a pouty face in return. 

“Aww, is someone being a poor sport? Hmm?” I cooed, making him smile and blush.

“Y-yeah, I was just looking forward to a massage. And I don’t like losing too much.” Michael sighed, smiling more. “I’ll get over it, though.”

“Good. I don’t want any grumpy pants sitting in my lap. Now, come here for a minute!” I commanded, patting my legs, making Michael blush even harder.

“I’ve, um, never sat in a grown woman’s lap before.” he spoke so very quietly.

“And I’ve never had a guy sit in my lap before. Another first for the two of us.”

I wedged a pillow between me and the arm of the couch, and Michael shyly turned on his side, getting into position. I carefully opened my legs so his bottom slid between them, his head against my shoulder and his legs curled up slightly. If that sounds uncomfortable, you’re wrong. It was actually quite comfy, and Michael looked so adorable! 

“There we go!” I cooed once more, smiling so Michael could see I was fine with it. 

All I heard from him was a shy laugh, and it wasn’t long before he rested his cheek on me, looking up quietly. I used one hand to hold him in place, as the other gently ran along his back, his arms, and through his hair. If I wanted to, I could’ve easily convinced him to wear a diaper, but I still wanted to get a gage for what role he was hoping to get from me.

“Comfy?” I asked.

“V-very. This is so nice.” Michael sighed happily, leaning up to kiss me on the cheek.

That made me blush. I was used to guys always turning things sexual or going for a kiss on the lips almost all the time. But Michael’s kisses were that of love, not lust. I could feel it. 

“Hmm, good. You keep letting me further and further in, Michael. I’m glad!”

“Me too, actually.”

I decided to just go for the answers I was looking for, making sure to hold Michael and caress him a bit more to keep him calm.

“Is this what you like, Michael? I mean, I’m sure...or I guess I kind of know...that you have your ideal scenarios with being your little self. But, am I wrong in assuming this isn’t always entirely sexual for you?”

“Well, um,” he stammered at first, before swallowing and speaking normally, “I’d say, 90 percent of the time, it’s sexual, or it turns sexual. So even if I’m being like held, or um, fed, or anything, I think it at some point will turn sexual, because it turns me on. But, there’s that 10 percent where this is all I want: to just be loved and cared for.”

“I see, and I can understand that. And you always like being treated tenderly?”

“It’s...complicated, in that department.” Michael sighed once more.

“Try me. You’re in Erica’s patented safety lap. Nothing will hurt you in here.” I reassured him with my silly humor.

“I like being fussed over, and talked to like...like a baby sometimes, being completely cared for and all that. Other times, I like the idea of being playfully forced into the baby role, and teased and humiliated. So nothing where it’s being done out of cruelty or to just be mean to me, but more or less, I’d struggle a bit, lose said struggle, and then be teased about my diapers and being a big baby. I’m even okay with being teased about others finding out, but I don’t actually like the idea of them finding out. Just the thought, if that makes sense.”

“It does. So if you were playfully forced, as you say, and were then told that your partner was inviting all her friends over to see what a mess you made in your diaper, you’d be okay with that, as long as she didn’t actually invite them over.”

“E-exactly! Ho-how…”

“Internet, silly!” I smirked.

“Of course.” Michael playfully rolled his eyes with a smile, fidgeting softly in my lap.

“Jokes aside, that’s cool. So you like a sometimes caring, sometimes teasing, caregiver/mommy/babysitter?” I asked.

“Y-yeah. Exactly. I’m not into the mean or strict scene. I also don’t do well being forced to do all things babyish...so no blocks or baby toys, no crying like a baby. I’m more into the...bottles…..and pacifiers….and diapers.”

“And with the diapers, I’m guessing you use them for everything?”

“Define everything.” Michael requested, leading me to confirm my suspicions.

“You know, silly. Wetting…” I said slowly, making Michael nod. “Messing…” another nod. 

“Yes...yes…” he answered meekly.

“...cumming?” 

“Yes...part of the fetish side, I guess. The diaper itself turns me on in addition to everything else.

“Hmmm,” I winked, “I know I could just read all of this on your fetish page, but this is much more fun. You’re turned on by the diaper in any particular way?”

“Dry and wet right now. Messing, not so much, as I kind of get freaked out and feel the sudden need to clean myself up right after. I don’t really mess all that much.” he explained, blushing after realizing what he’d just said.

“Hey, it’s fine! I asked, didn’t I?” I kissed his rosy red cheeks.

“You did.”

“Mhm! And you’re doing such a good job opening up to me!”

This made him smile more, letting out a quiet, “Thank you,” before kissing me back.

“You’re quite welcome, mister.” I booped him on the nose, making him smile more.

“So…” Michael paused.

“So....?” 

“Now that you know all of this, I guess I’m curious. Where do you see yourself in all this? I know we like each other, and I think you’re a really wonderful person. Do you find yourself interested in the lifestyle at all, or…?”

“Why, I’m so glad you asked!” I exclaimed with a smile. “Honestly? As weird as this might sound, I am interested in taking the caregiver role for a test run. Not really sure how I feel about being called Mommy or taking on the Mommy role yet, but maybe more of a naughty babysitter? I might be apt to take on the other role from there, but I want to test the waters first.”

“That’s not weird. I mean, look at who you’re talking to.” Michael giggled. “But really, I’m not gonna pressure you or anything. I’m just thankful that I finally have someone to talk to about all this.”

“Good!” I gave him a big hug and squeeze, making him giggle more.  “Now, what shall we do next, hmm? More video games?”

“Sure!”

“Hmm. but I think we should get out of our day clothes.” I suggested.

Little did I know, I’d regret that suggestion. 

“Sounds good to me. Pajamas?” Michael asked.

“Pajamas, boxers...diapers, if you brought them. Whatever you’re comfortable wearing around me.”

“Oh, well, I did bring some things, actually.” Michael looked towards his backpack with a smile.

“Oh? And?”

“I’m, um, I think I’m okay with you either seeing me in one without a blanket this time.”

“Aww, yeah? Well, come on, then!” I bounced him in my lap, making him laugh.

We both got up from the couch, with Michael grabbing his backpack. I led him to my room, turning the light on.

“You can get dressed in here, hun.” I smiled. “If you want me to leave, I’m cool with that. I just need to get my pajamas.”

“No, I think I’m okay with you being in here.” Michael said uneasily.

“You’re sure?” 

“Yeah.” he shrugged, before plopping his backpack down and opening it up, pulling a diaper out. “D-do you mind, um, not looking while I put it on? I am still nervous about that.”

The diaper shook in his hand, almost violently.

“Aww, of course! Are you sure you’re okay with this? You’re shaking.” I asked once more.

“What? Um, yeah! Gotta get out of my comfort zone a bit, right?” he laughed.

I looked away, focusing my attention on getting out of my jeans and into my pajama bottoms. I heard some rustling, with the sound of what I assumed to be the diaper being opened up and laid out on my bed. I could then hear Michael’s belt being undone and his pants being taken off. Slowly putting my own pajamas on, I peeked from the corner of my eye at my tall dresser mirror, and I saw Michael sweating quite a bit, his hands still shaking as he carefully ripped the tabs open on each side, taping himself up.

“Is it difficult getting yourself into one of those?” I asked.

“Mmm, it can be sloppy sometimes. It’s more like it isn’t all that fun.” Michael explained, as I heard him struggling with the last set of tabs. “Of course, I’m having trouble with these.”

I heard him sigh in frustration, and as much as I didn’t want to, I turned to look at him, lying on my bed, with a half taped up diaper around his waist. He looked...so precious. I couldn’t even describe it if I wanted to.

“H-hey!” He blurted, trying to cover himself up.

“I-I’m sorry, Michael. Let me help you.” I offered, pulling up my pajama bottoms before approaching him.

“I’m okay, I promise. Please.” he sighed once more.

Something wasn’t right. He was clearly upset.

“I know I sound like a broken record, but you’re sure? I’m totally okay if you don’t want to do this.”

“Positive. Thanks.” he replied in a short tone.

Okayyyy… I thought to myself, turning around to let him finish. 

Finally, I heard him get up with a, “There. All done.”

When I turned around, he stood before me in nothing but his t-shirt and diaper. I couldn’t help but smile and let out a cooing giggle, not to tease him, but because I genuinely thought he looked so stinkin’ cute! 

“Are you laughing at me?” Michael asked, the uneasiness growing in his voice.

“What? No! I think you look adorable! Just look!” I said, standing next to him and giving him a good look at himself in the mirror. 

There was a long pause, his face red and his hands shaking more, before he quietly said, “I look like a fucking idiot. What the hell am I doing?”

“Whoa, Michael. It’s okay.” I eased.

“No it isn’t. Why do I even like this? Why did I let you in? Last time I let someone in, they made fun of me, and now I look and feel like an idiot and a freak. I’m….I’m sorry, Erica. I think I made a mistake.”

“Hey, just put your clothes back on and we can talk, okay?” I tried calming him down.

“I’m sorry,” he began to cry, “can you just leave the room real quick?”

I nodded, legitimately worried. What happened? I thought it was going so well! What set him off? Was it my peeking? Did he catch me looking at him? I left the room, hearing him cry a bit more. Within moments, he came out of my bedroom, tears streaming down his face. 

“Michael, talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“It’s this. No...it’s me, Erica. It’s me. I’m sorry. I have to go. I’m sorry for ruining our weekend and if you don’t want to talk to me any more for being such a weirdo, I get it. Thank you for everything.”

He hurriedly put his shoes on, before grabbing his duffel bag (which I assumed had his regular clothing in it). 

“If I did something to upset you, I’m sorry.” I apologized.

“It’s my own stupid self fucking things up again.” he cried.

“Then let’s talk it out! And besides, you left your backpack in my room. Now come on. Take your shoes off and let’s talk. I’m not upset with you at all. Help me understand.”

“Not now,” he replied, hurriedly opening my door and walking out, “I’m sorry. I think I need some space.”

And with that, Michael left, leaving me to wonder what the hell just happened, and with his backpack stocked with a few pacifiers, a bottle, some wipes, baby powder, and three diapers. It would take a bit more digging and a whole lot of patience on my end to coax him out and figure out what was going on with him.

 

TO BE CONTINUED

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter as well. I know I'm aiming for one chapter per week. With Christmas coming up next week, I will be out of town and that may delay my ability to post chapter 9 up in a timely fashion, so please bear with me! :)
 

[Eagle0769]

Wow what a great chapter. These kinds of stories are my favorites.

The others where the girl/lady forces him to be her baby are hot but

they just don't feel good to me.

I'm a little disappointed that she wasn't the one to put him in his diaper

but I understand how he was hurt when someone hurt him before for

telling him he was weird.

The things in his bag tells me he wants to trust her but the hurt is

strong in him. I know when Erica digs deeper to what she has to do

he will be comfortable being her baby letting and enjoying changing

his wet diaper giving him a bath feeding him feeding him a baba in her

arms and the most important thing for a baby to be happy to nurse and

be girlfriend and boyfriend with all the benefits as a couple.

Have a wonderful Holiday Dr._J. ?

[Bluebird67]

The course of true love never did run smooth. And no good story works without a crisis that needs resolving.

I hope Michael gets to make his own contribution to overcoming the obstacles, as well as Erica: it could be quite demeaning for him to feel entirely dependent on her outside as well as within their age play.

[mamabug]

Another amazing chapter, my love! 

[Dr_J]

Thank you all for the kind words and feedback! I really appreciate it! I'm working on Chapter 9 as we speak. I'm a little bit behind schedule due to the holiday, but I'll try my best to catch up. :) 

I'll keep you posted when the newest chapter is ready!

[CDfm]

I just got around to reading this and what a treat that was. This is a fantastic story. I love Erica. I can understand how Michael could be a bit apprehensive about totally opening up to her because she is a bit scary with her research. Right now she has his internet admissions that he is into a kinky fetish but showing her and allowing her to see him partake also openes him up all that much more. Then on the other hand Erica could be completely legitimate and really has Michael’s best interest at heart. If that’s the case his every wish could be fulfilled. I would really like to believe she had his best interests at heart. I was happy I could give this a like and I am really looking forward to reading more. 

[Dr_J]

Thank you again for the kind words, as well as for your patience. Here is chapter 9. It is a little short, but I think it's paced pretty nicely.

Chapter 9

You know what sucks? When you think you've got a good thing going on and it crumbles before you in the blink of an eye. You know what sucks worse? Having someone you talked/messaged/video chatted with every day, suddenly drop those conversations in exchange for short responses. It really makes you wonder if the other person is worth hanging onto, and makes you question if you did something wrong. That was my exact predicament with Michael.

My heart ached for the guy, as I'd never seen anyone cry that much or look that hurt before. I wanted to hug him, squeeze him, talk it out with him...but no. What I assumed to be Michael's self-defense mechanism kicked in, pushing me away as he holed himself up in his shell.

It made me question if I did anything to hurt him, and I analyzed the night a hundred times over to see if I could figure anything out. He asked if I laughed at him, which I didn't. I mean, I chuckled, but it was because he was cute! You know, when you see a cute baby, you instinctively talk all cutesy and coo over them and all that stuff that makes some people cringe? Did Michael feel like I pressured him into wearing a diaper in front of me? Was having him sit in my lap overkill? And what about how strange he got when he suddenly looked in the mirror? Maybe that was it. Maybe he saw himself in such a babyish outfit, with me in my normal clothing, and that set him off. I had no idea. Everything was a “maybe.” Even worse, he was silent on his social media page, as well as his fetish community board. I had nothing to go off of.

The day after the incident, he didn't respond, and I figured that was fine. Some people need their space before coming around. Still, even a text or just something to let me know he needed said space would've been nice, as having been abandoned at the drop of a hat by guys in the past really made me fear the worst whenever an argument or unpleasant situation occurred. And still, I kept my patience.

Days two and three, I sent Michael a couple of texts, telling him if I did something to upset him, that I was sorry. Hell, I even tried calling him, leaving him a voicemail to let him know I was still there and was just checking up on him, asking him to call me or let me know he was okay. With any normal guy, I'd have left by then, as I hate, hate, hate dead silence. It's so rude! And still, I kept my patience.

By day five, I was ready to call it quits. Yes, I could've probably gone to his work to drop his backpack off and attempt to talk things through and salvage something from whatever it was that set Michael off, but honestly, I didn't feel it was my place to. And yes, Michael is most definitely a one of a kind guy, in most respects, and yes, he's gotten much better about actually talking to me when something's wrong. But at that point in time, how he chose to react to the situation made that part of him come off as if he were every other guy that I'd dealt with; stubborn, closed off, choosing not to give me a chance to talk. And still, I kept my patience.

Giving it one final shot, I picked up my phone and called Michael. The phone rang four times before going to his voicemail.

“Michael, this is only the four thousandth time I'm going to say this, but I hope you're okay. You have me legitimately worried about you. And you left your backpack here, you goof. I'm not sure what happened last week, but we need to talk about it. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't upset with you right now, because you're ghosting me and sending me “ok” to my long-winded text messages. I don't want to play my bitch card, but I don't see any other way. If you want to talk, I want you to tell me, and not via text message. You will call me. It doesn't mean we have to talk right then and there, but we need to talk this through if you don't want to throw this all away. If I don't hear from you by Friday, I'll assume you're not interested and that I did something to upset you, and will drop your backpack off. You won't hear from me again. Sorry if that's rude, but, I care about you, and you don't get to be a jerk and think it's okay to give me the silent treatment. Talk to me. I'm here for you. Bye.”

I ended the call and sighed in frustration, wondering if I said too much, or if he'd even listen to the damned thing.

After a distracting and unproductive day at work on Thursday, I picked up some groceries. While getting in the car, my phone started ringing. It was Michael. Part of me wanted so badly to just let it to go voicemail out of spite, but there's no way my conscience would've let me get away with it. I did, however, let it ring three times before answering it.

“Michael.” I said, opting not to give him a hello or a warm greeting of any kind.

“Um, hey, Erica.” he replied, his voice still sounding quite down.

There were so many things I wanted to say, most of which would've probably scared him away for good. I bit my tongue, thinking before responding.

“I guess this means you want to talk.”

“Ye-yes. I'm sorry for not answering you sooner. I needed some space and to try sorting myself out.”

“I can respect that...but would it have killed you to just tell me that? I seriously thought something might've happened to you, or that you like, packed your bags and just moved away or something.”

“I-I know. I'm sorry. I was scared, and just, just,” Michael sighed, “it's so hard to explain.”

“And all you had to do was tell me you were scared, and we could've faced it together. You know I'm a very chill person to hang out with, and I wouldn't be spending time with you if I didn't like you. You're a one of a kind guy in most respects, Michael. But in this whole, 'I don't know what to do so I'm going to run away and make Erica think I don't like her' respect, you're just like everyone else.”

“Yeah, it's my instinct to run. I'm...I'm trying to work on that, I promise. I just panicked and I feel like such an asshole. You've been nothing but kind to me and I was selfish.”

“Well I'm glad you can see that and admit that, Michael. You had me worried sick, and I had and still have no idea what the hell is going on.”

“That's...what I called about. I owe you an explanation, even if you might think it's a shitty one. And I totally understand if you're pissed off at me for doing what I did.”

“I'd be lying if I said I wasn't annoyed, maybe even a little mad. But, you did call me. When, where, and how would you like to talk about all this?”

“Well, in person, maybe tonight, either my place or yours?”

“I'm not gonna lie, tonight probably won't work. I'm exhausted from barely sleeping this week, and I think it'd be better if we had more time than just a few hours to talk.”

“Okay. Um, Saturday morning, I'm free.”

“Saturday morning,then. You can come over, as you still have your backpack here. How about 10:00?” I offered.

“That's perfect,” Michael paused, before I heard him start to cry a bit again, “thank you. And I'm sorry.”

“Hey, hang in there,” I consoled him, “what happened, happened for a reason. I'm glad you're coming around to talk about it.”

“Yeah. Well, um, I hope you have a good night, Erica. And thank you again.”

I'm not usually a softy when it comes to people doing me wrong, but, as I've mentioned a hundred times before, Michael's a cutie, and he was (and is) worth it. I replied with a, “You're welcome, goofball. I'll see you in a couple of days. Goodnight.”

Let me just reiterate again that this is not my style at all. At the risk of coming off as the victim, I have been burned by so many guys in the past. Some who I thought were pretty good people, who turned out to be playing the “nice guy game” so they could get sex. Others who, before I got more into my researching people, were dating other women while pursuing me. And, as mentioned before, being ghosted by guys for no apparent reason, sometimes with an “I'll call you tomorrow” attached to the end of the very last conversation with them.

Do you know what the major difference between all of those experiences and this one with Michael was? Michael was genuine. Sure, he hid his lifestyle from the world, but it was something he struggled with, and something he chose to be open with me about (even if he did try running away). And in his voice, both that previous Friday night at my place and on the phone? He wasn't faking those cries or those tears. He was hurt, he was remorseful, and he knew he made a mistake and admitted to it. I was, and still am, tired of people acting all tough and macho all the time. It's pathetic and isn't genuine. That isn't to say that everyone should be more open about their feelings all the time, but it is to say that it's hard to find out who somebody really is when they're swapping masks all the time.

Now, did that mean I'd take Michael back in with open arms, and we'd just delve right back into the naughty shenanigans? No, not at all. Why would I risk repeating what just happened? We'd need to get through his hurting and work on a way to bring him to a level comfortable enough to realize that he could feel safe around me. And I did have a bit of another plan that, when the timing was right, I'd execute and hopefully bring him back out of his comfort zone. Taking it a step further, while I wasn't ready to admit it to myself at that particular point in time, love makes us do some extraordinary things. Saturday morning would be proof of that.

 

Stay tuned for Chapter 10, which I promise will be lengthier!

[mamabug]

Another amazing chapter <3 

[Dr_J]

Thank you <3! Chapter 10 is in the works! :) 

[theaspiringnothing5]

I came here to say that this particular story and "It's Just a Party" are two of the only works I've read in my decade of visiting this site that 100% represent what I personally get out of the fetish. That's not hyperbole. This may be out of line, but if you have any other works that have that same style revolving around a mommy/baby boy dynamic I would gladly throw some money to you via PayPal to see them. Thanks very much and I'm looking forward to Chapter 10.

[Dr_J]

3 hours ago, theaspiringnothing5 said:

I came here to say that this particular story and "It's Just a Party" are two of the only works I've read in my decade of visiting this site that 100% represent what I personally get out of the fetish. That's not hyperbole. This may be out of line, but if you have any other works that have that same style revolving around a mommy/baby boy dynamic I would gladly throw some money to you via PayPal to see them. Thanks very much and I'm looking forward to Chapter 10.

Thank you! I'm really glad you like my work so much! While I don't yet have any other stories like these, I am planning on working on some more, and may be releasing a few of them as a bundle via Kindle down the road. :) 

[Baby Billy]

When you first posted this I read the first chapter and decided I decided I wasn't interested.  I decided to continue today and was amazed by how good it turned out. 

[Dr_J]

I'm glad that you're all enjoying this so much. We are getting towards the final stretch of the story! Here is Chapter 10 for everyone! :) 

 

Chapter 10

Saturday morning. How on Earth would we approach this? Would Michael spill his guts and start talking about everything? Were we going to have to play some more games to ease some of the uneasiness and tension before diving head first into all of the “why's” from the previous week? Would there be shouting? A fight? Would this be the end-all to our adventure?

I'm not really one to show my negative emotions all that well, normally opting to use sarcasm and humor as a means of hiding how I feel. And yet, the more I thought about it, the more upset and hurt I was by what Michael did. Even if I forgave him, at the time, I wasn't sure if it'd be something I'd get over for some time. What was to stop him from doing that again in the future?

I promised myself that I wouldn't get too upset and that I'd try not to let my emotions slip through the cracks, but as we all know, some promises can't be kept.

Before Michael showed up, I set up a fresh pot of coffee, but not because I was in the mood for it, but because I needed to hold onto something as a sort of distraction from what I presumed would be an uncomfortable conversation. Hell, maybe he wouldn't even show up. Maybe he'd just give up and walk away from it all and back out just like every other person I dealt with. Maybe he'd-

My train of pessimistic thoughts was broken by a knock at the door. What time was it? Glancing at the clock, it was 9:45. Michael was early, but where the hell did my morning go? I got almost nothing done!

Alright, I thought to myself, here goes...

I took a deep breath before opening the door, and was greeted by Michael, a sort of sad smile on his face.

“Hey, Erica.” he greeted.

“Hey there. Long time no see. Come on in.”

With a nod, Michael entered, gently removing his shoes before making his way further in. Had he kept them on, I may have figured he'd just go running out the door again.

“Coffee? Water? Tea?” I offered.

“Coffee, please.”

With a nod, I grabbed two mugs from the cupboard, some French vanilla creamer, a small sugar bowl, and a spoon, bringing them all to the counter. I poured myself a cup first, then poured Michael one. He thanked me and started adding his cream and sugar, stirring it gently with the spoon before waiting for me to finish doing the same.

Once done, I sat on the couch, placing my mug on a coaster that sat on the coffee table, Michael following suit.

“So,” I started, right before sipping my coffee, “you're early.”

“Yeah. Traffic wasn't bad this morning, and I didn't want to be late and make you think I wouldn't show up.”

Kind of surprised you did.. I thought to myself, biting my tongue so not to get off on the wrong foot while thinking of a better way to say it.

“Based on past experiences with people, I was half-expecting you not to.” I admitted.

“I can't say I blame you. I was an idiot last weekend.”

“Not to mention, very forgetful. You left your bag of baby stuff here. Although, it makes me wonder if subconsciously, you left it here knowing you'd have to come back to get it.”

“Yeah, I um, I panicked, and wasn't thinking straight. In all honesty, I've never done anything like that before. And, I know I've said it earlier this week, and I'll probably keep saying it, but I am really sorry.”

“And I'll forgive you, but understand that you've made me wonder what's stopping you from doing that again in the future.”

“I can understand that.” Michael sighed.

“You agreed to let me in and I told you that at any time, you could tell me if something was too much. Any time. I would've been totally cool if you backed out that night, as I was pretty surprised when you said you were ready.”

“I jumped the gun, Erica. I really thought I was ready, but something...happened. Like, just this wave of doubt and self-conscious thoughts and flashbacks. I didn't know what to do. I thought running was a good idea, and I, and I...” he rambled, his rate of speech increasing with each explanation.

Flashbacks? What? Had something happened to him previously? A traumatic experience? The ex-girlfriend?

“Woah, woah, Michael,” I tried calming him, “deep breaths. Slow down. Let's try to sort this out, okay? Because I have some things from that night that confused me a lot, and I want to make sure I didn't do or say anything to hurt you.”

“Okay,” he agreed, taking a deep breath, exhaling slowly, “I'll try. I'm just tense and annoyed with myself.”

“I can tell, but nobody's yelling. It'll be okay, even if it is uncomfortable to talk about it. That's why I agreed to let you come over; so we could talk it over.”

Michael nodded shyly, taking a few more deep breaths before looking at me. His lips quivered again, but he didn't cry.

“Now,” I continued, “I've been nothing but honest with you, and I need you to be the same with me, okay?”

Another nod from Michael.

“Did I do anything last weekend to overstep my boundaries? Like were you uncomfortable sitting in my lap, or did you get upset when I caught a quick peek at you putting your diaper on?”

“N-no. I mean, I had a feeling you'd probably end up seeing me put it on, even if it was by accident.”

“Okay, well I'm not gonna lie,” I sighed, “I first caught a quick glimpse in the mirror as I was getting dressed. And, my curiosity did get the best of me, so I may have sort of kept peeking, so I'm sorry for that.”

“It's okay, Erica. It was bound to happen, I guess.”

So he wasn't mad about that.

“So then that leads me to some other things, because I have to clear my conscience and it's been driving me crazy all week. You asked me last week if I was laughing at you. I will admit that I giggled, but I promise you here and now that it was not meant in a disrespectful way. You were in a cute looking diaper and I genuinely found you adorable. But if that was too much, then again, I'm sorry.”

“No, Erica. None of this is your fault. Seriously, you didn't do anything to make me freak out like that.”

For real? So he chose to not talk to me despite it not being my fault? Ohhh, no way would I let him off the hook that easily. I can get over most things pretty quickly, but this little stunt hurt me.

“Well, while I'm glad to hear that, it would've been good to know like, five days ago, Michael. Do you understand how damaging silence is? I seriously thought I did something wrong because you either downright chose not to respond to me, or when you did, it was cryptic, one-word replies.”

“I...I know, and I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you.”

I dug a little deeper, making sure to drive my point home.

“I'm sure you didn't mean to,” I sighed, “but you did hurt me. You agreed to let me in, Michael. Things were going so well, and then you flew out of here. That hurt a lot. It made me think of all the other guys I've been with in the past, who just upped and left when they were done with me. I thought you and I might've been completely done for.”

Would this get him to bust open and finally tell me what happened? My curiosity reached agonizing levels at that point, and I wanted...no, needed...to know what was going on through that little head of Michael's.

“That isn't what I want!” Michael blurted out. “I didn't mean to-”

You ever get to a point in dealing with someone where you just want to smack them? Not like a slap across the face, or anything hard to hurt them, but just a smack across the arm because you've reached your breaking point in getting them to answer you? Yeah, I was almost ready to do that with Michael. Maybe it was my lack of sleep that week, or my inability to figure him out, but I could only take so many, “I'm sorry” and “I didn't mean to” responses.

“-then what is it that you want?” I asked in frustration, my voice filling the entire apartment. “What is it that you meant?! What happened last week?!”

Michael's eyes widened, clearly shocked by my outburst, probably not realizing that a five foot ball of fun like myself could be so loud and outspoken. I'll admit I was a little surprised myself, as I rarely ever yell, but I also rarely ever invest my time and effort into other people like I did with Michael, and it had felt like it was all going to waste.

“I'm sorry for yelling,” I sighed, “I haven't been sleeping a lot, I've been worrying about you, and I I'm still a bit hurt by everything. Please, for the sake of my sanity, just talk to me.”

“I-I'll do my best to explain myself clearly.” Michael stammered, still looking a little nervous.

At first, there was about a 2 minutes or so of either silence or sounds of what I thought were the beginning of a sentence, but stopped abruptly with a sigh from Michael. I could've been a jerk and rushed him to get an answer, but I figured whatever he had to tell me must've been hard to talk about.

“So,” he finally began, “I'm sure while reading up on me, you probably saw some stuff about my last relationship. I never got into huge detail about it online, other than some of the basics, but it was pretty rough towards the end.”

The one that had ended badly, according to his social media page. Even on the fetish site, he only mentioned bits and pieces of what had happened, but never got into full detail.

“Rough how?”

“One of my biggest weaknesses used to be giving people too many chances,” he explained, “and I was no different with Laura, as much as I shoulv'e been. She, um, well she knew about all the diaper stuff.”

“And she was okay with it?”

“Not quite. Like she said she wasn't okay with it in the least as far as participating in it with me, and pretty much asked me that I just not bring it up or not tell her when I partook in the lifestyle. Yet, she said she still wanted to be with me and said I was a great guy. Now I knew that'd mean I wouldn't have someone to take care of me or anything like that, but I had a clear conscience by telling her, and convinced myself that I'd be just fine with continuing on with this alone. And truthfully, while it would've been nice to have Laura participate, I respected her wishes.”

“She never brought it up?”

“Well, that's just it. She rarely did, and I really did my best not to mention anything about when I was wearing, or visiting the online community or anything. When she would mention it, there'd always be this hint of mockery in her voice,” Michael paused for a moment, before imitating who I assumed to be Laura, “saying stuff like, 'Did you do any of that baby stuff today?' or 'You're still into that stuff?', despite my telling her that this wasn't going anywhere.”

She already sounded like a pretty terrible human being, but, people stay with people who aren't any good for them more often than not.

“You didn't leave right then and there?”

“In hindsight, I should have. But I didn't, because when I would tell her I was upset about it, she'd apologize, tell me she was kidding, then would make it up to me somehow; new game, cooking me something I liked, sex, whatever. Then, the fights got a little more intense. Some of it was related to money and me not wanting to move. Laura would lash out with some really nasty comments, we'd stop talking for a day or so, and then she'd come back, and apologize again. One time, she even accused me of cheating on her. 'Find some chick into that diaper stuff you like so much?' And I never cheated on her with anyone. I may have read a few stories and checked out a video here and there, but I never even thought of the idea of going behind her back with another woman.”

Michael started tearing up a bit, but kept his composure as he took a deep breath. The guy was in an abusive relationship, no doubt, and this Laura chick wasn't exactly right in the head.

“Please tell me you left at that point, Michael.”

He shook his head with a grimace.

“I told her we were through at that point, and that should've been my final straw, but, Laura came back one final time. Said she'd given the two of us a lot of thought and apologized, practically begged me to take her back, give her one more chance. Little did I know, her intentions weren't good in the least.”

My heart sank. What did Laura do? My brain immediately tried figuring out what had happened. Did she beat him? Rob him blind? Show off her new boyfriend? The pain in Michael's eyes was apparent; either he wasn't quite over what happened, or it had truly defeated him. And yet, he continued.

“Laura played on another weakness of mine. That...bit-I'm sorry, that wom-” he stopped himself, “-sorry, I don't like to say that word about other people.”

“Say it, Michael. Get it off your chest.”

“That...bitch...knew the one thing she could hold over my head, and I fell for it. When she first asked for one more chance, I downright refused. And when she promised she'd changed, I told her I didn't believe her. Then she told me she'd even let me start engaging in a little more of my fetish around her, as she promised to be more understanding. That hope I had, that she'd one day...that somebody would one day finally grant me that little bit of indulgence that made me happy, had me played like a harp, and I fell for it.”

Blackmail? Had she recorded the conversation? Did she have someone spying on both of them to expose Michael's desires?

“A-and?” I asked uneasily.

“W-well, um,” tears started quietly falling from Michael's eyes, “so I agreed, not thinking anything poorly of the situation and trying to give her one more chance like an idiot. I thought maybe Laura wanted to wait until she was ready for me to start wearing in front of her, but she insisted, seductively, mind you, that she really wanted me to wear, as in she wanted to get started right away. I should've sensed that something was off, but no. I was too excited at the thought, so we made our way into my bedroom, getting a little frisky along the way. She eventually asked me to get a diaper out from wherever I kept them, so I did, and laid it out on the bed. I was then told to strip down, and lie on the diaper. Now she didn't really help put it on, claiming she just wanted to see me do it myself, but she sat next to me the whole time, and I seriously kept an eye on her to make sure there wasn't a phone camera in hand or anything like that. But, I, um, I taped the diaper up with Laura right next to me...”

Michael started crying at that point, and I had a feeling that I knew what was coming next.

“...and she told me to sit up, so I did. I thought maybe she'd truly been interested, maybe she'd, you know, kiss me, or cuddle me, or just try something, because we'd talked about it in the past when she'd initially said she had no real interest in it. She still knew what it was that I wanted, you know? But, um, no. Instead, in my most vulnerable moment, Laura looks over and says, 'I can't believe how ridiculous you look,' covering her mouth as she laughed. Got right into my safe space and...fucked it all up. Fucked me all up.”

That bitch! That absolute, awful, disgusting, pitiful, stupid heartless, terrible bitch! Michael's cries became more noticeable as he continued. As upset as I was with him about what happened earlier, I now started to understand why he did what he did last week. It really had nothing to do with me, but with a truly awful past experience.

“What did...what did you do?” I asked.

“Quickly put my pants back on, straight-up called her a bitch, and we started arguing again. She said she wanted to see how stupid I was and that I should've known it wasn't gonna work out. I guess in her sick, twisted mind, it was her way of getting the last laugh. And I've been trying, Erica. I've been trying so hard, to get over it, and to not let it jade my hope, and to not let it keep me from letting anyone else in again. I told myself I was ready and that I could overcome my fears and accept myself on my own, not really needing to depend on anyone else to help me.”

“Michael...”

“Guess the flashback of what Laura did, in combination with me telling myself that I couldn't even be comfortable engaging in the lifestyle around someone like you without your help, made me think too much and feel like I wasn't ready. And, and I'm sorry for not telling you that sooner. I overestimated my confidence. Do you know how much less of a man Laura made me feel like when she did that? How long I beat myself up about this? And how I promised myself I'd overcome my insecurities with the lifestyle? And then I meet you, and you're so cool about everything, and I went and screwed that up, too.”

So that was it, then. Traumatic past experience and an insecurity issue. If I were to successfully help him and stay in this with Michael, I'd have to possibly go outside of my own comfort zone and try some other ideas to get him to heal and be more comfortable with me and with himself. He'd just have to be willing. I pulled Michael into a hug, giving him a long (and probably much needed) squeeze, rubbing his back as he continued crying into my shoulder.

“Michael, what Laura did was downright evil. She invaded your safe space and tortured you. That is not okay. I'm so sorry you had to go through that, and maybe we should've talked about that more before we entered the rabbit hole together.”

“Y-yeah, I guess I felt like even though you said you were cool if I wasn't comfortable with doing...whatever...that I was still letting you down, and letting myself down if I didn't try. And I should've told you. Last week just sent a shock through my system, you know? Both the memory of Laura laughing at me, and the sudden realization that I needed to rely on someone else, on you, to get me to where I can be right with myself.”

Taking a risk, I chose to do something a bit drastic. I told Michael to wait a second, as I needed to pee (I did, but it could've waited, but still helped with my plan). He agreed, and I told him I'd be right back. After using the bathroom, I quietly went into my room, picking up Michael's backpack he'd left there from last time. Before even bringing it out to the living room, I unzipped it first, then made my way back out.

“What are you-” he asked while rubbing his eyes.

“-shh. Just watch.” I shushed.

I sat back down next to him, plopping the backpack on my coffee table. Reaching in, I first grabbed a bottle and pacifier out of the bag, setting them next to the bag.

“A bottle and pacifier,” I said, before reaching back into the backpack, pulling out more items and listing them off as I did so, “some adorable diapers, baby wipes, baby powder. This is part of who you are, Michael. This lifestyle is part of who you are, and nobody can truly take that away from you, except for you, even when some bitch named Laura does something awful to you. I am not Laura, okay? I'm not laughing at you, and I certainly have no intention of belittling or degrading you. All of this is part of you, and as I've said before, I'm okay with that. If you're not okay with that, or you're not okay with the fact that I'm okay with it, then we can't go any further with this. You need to be okay with it, and it's okay to lean on me for help, because that is what I offered you from the very beginning.”

“S-so this isn't the end, then?” Michael asked.

“I don't think so,” I admitted, “but I will say that I'm not sure where to go from here. I'll get over what happened last week eventually, especially knowing what I know now. But we need some time to think things over. If you really want to let me in, then we're in this together, or else it will never work out. If you're not sure, or you're not comfortable with that, then we don't have to bring it up anymore, or at least until you trust me more with it.”

At that point, I already had an idea, albeit a drastic one, that Michael would hopefully agree to. But still, I needed a little more time to plan it out, and I didn't want to jump right back into Michael's little world right after a heart-wrenching moment.

“I can respect that. And, please, just tell me if you think you don't want to move forward with me. Like if you don't want to pursue anything more than a friendship with me, just let me know, and I'll be okay with that. You've already been more than kind to me, Erica, and that is a rare thing these days.”

“I will do that, if you promise me you will do the same. That, and if you promise that you won't scurry off like a scared kitten any more. Promise me right here.”

“I promise.” Michael raised his right hand.

With a smile, I leaned forward and kissed his forehead, making him blush. He then pulled me in for another hug, giving me a quiet, “Thank you.” We stayed like that for some time, and I could feel a weight off my chest (Michael's weight was probably a lot heavier than mine!).

“I may need a few days to think, Michael, but don't think that means we can't talk or text or game. You're still an alright dude in my book.”

Michael looked a little hurt, almost as if part of him thought that maybe we wouldn't work out. And hell, maybe we wouldn't. Maybe he'd want to stay as friends, or maybe he wouldn't like my dubious plan to get him to be comfortable with himself, seeing as it was way beyond anything I ever thought I'd be willing to do for someone, and way beyond something I thought Michael would be willing to try. But, to be honest, I didn't want to let him go. Something deep within me told me that, if I could help heal him, then it'd be the dawn of something amazing between the two of us. Maybe my chill vibes would rub off on him, and maybe he'd be more willing to accept himself, and me.

“That sounds good. Take all the time you need, Erica. You've done so much for me already.”

“And though you may not necessarily realize it yet, you've done a lot for me, Michael.”

Michael packed up his backpack with a blush, put his shoes on, and gave me one more hug before leaving my apartment. It was time to outline and execute the plan to bring the Itty Bitty Baby Bear out of Michael.

[Bluebird67]

No fair stopping there! I want to know what the cunning plan is! I want to know NOW!

Seriously though, this continues to be great story, very well paced. Since you can’t really continue it beyond the point from which the story is being narrated (unless you wrote a sequel - maybe a year or two later, when they might be running a munch or something and helping others find their happy place - yeah that’s it, sequel, sequel, we want a sequel!), taking the time and space to explore this properly is definitely the right approach.

Thanks again for taking the time to tell this story so well.

[Eagle0769]

That was a great chapter but I bet the next one will be even better.

When Erica said " You ever get to a point in dealing with someone where you just want to smack them? Not like a slap across the face, or anything hard to hurt them, but just a smack across the arm because you've reached your breaking point in getting them to answer you? Yeah, I was almost ready to do that with Michael. Maybe it was my lack of sleep that week, or my inability to figure him out, but I could only take so many, “I'm sorry” and “I didn't mean to” responses" I thought for sure there would be a spanking to come.

As I said before this is my favorite story something I have dreamed about for years.

Thank you for sharing this with us babies. ?

[theaspiringnothing5]

Wonderful chapter! How many more installments do you think there will be until the story is completed? I can't wait to see how this ends!