Doing Business [Season 4] [Parts 82 + 83 posted on 5/12/2024]

[kirababy]

Just caught up on the last couple of chapters, and was quite amused at several turn of events, and some of the lines.   Poor Clark is so conflicted, and I think the potty training is going to be worse for him than wearing diapers.

[quietlyhumiliated]

Somewhere along the way, I missed a week or three of posting, so here's another double-shot of story in an effort to catch up to where I think we should be now. Enjoy!

Eighty

“And where are you all going?” Mommy asked.

“It’s a place that serves ramen downtown,” I replied. “I don’t remember the name. I guess that’s what Ava wanted.”

“Ramen,” Mommy pondered aloud, stroking her chin. “Seems like a tricky date meal, doesn’t it? Lots of opportunities to make a mess of yourself. Do you want to bring a bib with you?”

“I don’t think that…”

She laughed to herself and shook her head–a common signal that she was just teasing. “It’s probably better that you make a mess of your shirt than a mess of your diaper.”

“Uh, yeah,” I muttered. “I guess that’s why I’m, uhm, here…”

Here was Ms. Potty, my new purple potty chair that Mommy got for me as part of her effort in ‘potty training’ me. It was currently sitting on the floor in the living room–and I was sitting on top of it. Truthfully, between the potty chair, the new potty chart that hung on the wall of the nursery, and her frequent requests that I stop what I’m doing and sit on said chair, it was clear that most of this was just for Mommy’s amusement. While I had become rather dependent on diapers over the last few months, I never truly lost the ability to get myself to the toilet–it was just a skill that needed a little polishing.

I pushed again, hoping to convince my body to give up something into the potty. I got another trickle of pee, adding to the little puddle I made when I first sat down.

“Empty?” she asked, standing by my side and looking down at me on my tiny little throne.

“As empty as I can be for now, I guess.”

I had asked Mommy if she thought I could go out without a diaper on. Personally, she had no objections to the idea–though she was concerned that I was being a bit hasty on the jump to ‘big-boy’ underpants. For a few minutes, I was feeling bold enough to just take a chance and leave the diapers at home. Ultimately, when I really thought about it, I decided that it’d be worse to be spotted soaking my underwear and pants while out in public than it would be to just wear a diaper and be a little more sure of myself.

And so, I would be wearing a diaper out on the double-date. That, in itself, wasn’t a big deal, I supposed. Ava knew I wore diapers. Paige knew I wore diapers. Caleb was the only one who didn’t–unless Ava told him, though I doubted she would’ve. And if there was one thing I wished to achieve tonight–aside from the unlikely goal of wooing Ava into my arms–it was to not let Caleb see me as a baby.

I stood up from Ms. Potty, and Mommy came prepared with a baby wipe, giving my undercarriage a quick clean before depositing the wipe into the chair’s bowl. “I got you something. For tonight.”

“R-really?” I was interested, but I was also nervous. Knowing Mommy, it was likely going to be something ridiculous and humiliating. I imagined a t-shirt that read: Ask me if I need a diaper change. 

Instead, she reached into a bag on the coffee table and handed me a…diaper?

“Oh,” I said, feeling my lips frowning. “Another diaper?”

She shook her head and laughed. “No, silly. It’s not just a diaper. Feel it. Do you notice anything different about it?”

Now that she mentioned it… It seemed lighter. It seemed to have a cloth backing to it, instead of the more rigid plastic that I was used to. It seemed considerably less bulky overall.

“What is this?”

“Training pants,” she said. “Pull-ups.” She proceeded to sing the song–the one from the commercials I used to see on TV when I was an actual young boy: “I’m a big kid now!”

“Y-you think I’m ready for these?” I asked. It wasn’t that I didn’t believe that was the case–I just didn’t believe that Mommy was on the same page.

She shrugged. “I don’t know if you’re ready or not. But, I figure that they’re still diapers and they’ll at least help keep your pants dry if you have an accident. So…let’s try them out. Let’s see what happens.”

It felt like a promotion. A step in the right direction. My face lit up and a sudden surge of good vibes coursed through my body so quickly that I almost felt a little woozy. Instead of tumbling over, I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around her tightly. 

“Wow. You’re that happy about pull-ups?”

“Maybe.” Yes and no, but we didn’t have enough time to fully explain. Yes, it was a ‘thank you’ for the pull-ups, but it was just as much a ‘thank you’ for everything. A ‘thank you’ for continuing to create a space where I could feel humiliated on a potty chair one moment, while excited to leave the house and see my friends the next. 

“Alright, happy-baby. Let’s step into these bad boys, hmm? Let’s see how they look.”

Just the motions required to put them on felt so different. Mommy didn’t have to put these on me–I could put them on myself. Like underwear. The last time I could remember going through these motions was when I met my mother for brunch–and I was never going to forget how that ended. This was good though. These wouldn’t–knock on wood–allow for an accident like that to happen again.

“That’s it,” she nodded, watching as I stepped into them one foot at a time. “Now go on and just pull them right up.”

They were thinner. Lighter. They had more give to them. I felt another wave of excitement wash over me as I got them past my knees and pulled them up my thighs. 

Shit. I’m probably getting excited about these for the same exact reasons that little kids do when they’re given their first pair of pull-ups after all they’ve ever known is diapers.

It would be my chastity that would remind me that there were some slight differences. It’s constant presence always served to remind me that there was a very adult aspect to the game we played, even when it was hidden away for long stretches at a time.

The pull up fit mostly well–the cage itself causing the front of the pull-up to bulge out a bit more than I’d have liked. Mommy laughed at this and reached into the garment in an attempt to straighten it out. Her efforts seemed to have made only a nominal difference, though the feeling of her smooth hand on my skin never failed–even now, so long after we started–to get my soft cock to strain within its metal confines.

“Well, that’s just going to have to be how it is,” she shrugged. “I doubt anyone will be able to tell once you put some pants on.”

“I’m going to feel self-conscious about it all night,” I said, a tone that sounded a little more whiny than I’d have liked.

“Little boys can’t have it all, it seems. You get to go and pretend to be a big boy tonight, and you get to wear a pull-up. The rest of it is what it is.”

Fair enough, honestly. A month ago I wasn’t sure that I’d have imagined even this much.

I found that my pants fit better than I remember them fitting in a long time. The pull-ups still have a slight amount of bulk to them, but it’s nothing compared to the diapers I was used to cramming into pants. Pants that weren’t made for holding that sort of extra junk-in-the-trunk. And when my pants fit better, suddenly I find myself feeling better about the way I look in the mirror. I look more adult than I have in ages. I feel more adult than I have in ages.

And, to my relief, Mommy seemed to have been right–the pants did a pretty decent job of masking the lump in the front of my pull-up.

“You look handsome tonight,” Mommy said to me at the door. “You always look handsome. But you look very handsome tonight.”

It’s the sort of thing that mothers are just supposed to say, I think. But…this mother has allowed for my cock to slip inside of her–I feel like that gives her words a little more credence.

“Thank you,” I said.

“You’ll call me if there’s an emergency?”

“Yes.”

“What time will you be home?”

“Do, uh, I have a curfew?”

She chuckled and shook her head. “I just want to know at which point I can start being nervous when you’re not here.”

“I don’t know,” I shrugged. “But I could text you throughout the night and keep you updated.”

“Don’t text me too much, Baby. Pay attention to your friends.”

Don’t worry, I will. “I’ll be sure to let you know when I’m coming home.”

“I love you, Clark.”

“I love you too, Mommy.”

I didn’t expect it to happen–and maybe she didn’t either–but our faces tipped towards each other and we kissed. Her lips on mine. It was warm, it was wet, and it filled my belly with fire just as it caused my cock to writhe in discomfort.

When her lips pulled away from mine, she gave me a smug grin. She said nothing, but she didn’t have to. The message was clear: “I still got it.”

“I, uhm, will see you later,” I said, my heart rapidly beating as I used a finger to pull some of the moisture off of my lips.

“I’ll be here, Clarky.”

Mommy’s house wasn’t so far away from the train station that I couldn’t just walk there, but that would’ve required me leaving earlier–which would’ve meant that I’d have less time atop Ms. Potty. I opted to hail an Uber instead, having it jet me right to where I needed to be in town. Someday, I wouldn’t be able to afford such frivolities, but for a little longer it was still on Mommy’s seemingly-limitless dime.

The plan was to meet with Paige first, and then we’d meet with Ava and Caleb at the restaurant not long after. The ramen place was actually pretty close to Paige’s apartment. Actually, amusingly enough, it was closer to where I once lived with Evan. 

Paige answered the door to her apartment with the first knock. She might have actually opened the door while I was still knocking, and I could only imagine that she had been perched there for the last half hour, one eye to the door’s peephole.

“Excuse me, sir,” she said in a faux gentlemanly accent. “Have you seen my date? You look far  too old to be he. You see, my date wears enormous diapers like a toddler and…”

“Hi Paige.”

“Hey Clark.”

“You look very pretty.”

“Too pretty?” she asked.

“T-too? I don’t know if that’s a thing…”

“No, I just mean, like, does it look like I’m trying too hard?”

“Oh,” I said, shrugging. “That’s not the impression I’m getting.” I never really knew how to navigate these sorts of conversations–the ones where girls would seem overly self-conscious about their appearances. They acted like they expected someone to tell them they looked like shit, despite the fact that it couldn’t have been further from the truth. Just once in my life I wanted to see what would happen if I actually followed their lead. “Oh yeah, for sure, what were you thinking–dressing like that?” Well, tonight certainly wasn’t that night. But someday. Just once. If I was ever feeling braver than I had ever felt in my entire life.

“So, like, you haven’t really told me much about these folks we’re going out with. What did you say their names were? Amy and Corncob?”

“Corncob? Nobody’s name is Corncob.”

“I know that,” she giggled. “But I wasn’t paying well enough attention when you said their names and I remember it sounding like ‘corncob.’”

“Ava and Caleb,” I said.

“Right, right.” She said the name aloud herself: “Ava.”

I didn’t like the way she said it. There was something in her tone, combined with the look on her face, that just didn’t sit well with me. And, almost right away, I thought I knew what it was. I had said Ava’s name before to Paige. In fact–I had said it here in this very apartment. 

I had accidentally called her Ava when we were here together last. Fuck. I truly hoped she didn’t remember that. 

“And they’re good friends of yours?” she asked.

“Well…to be honest, I don’t know Caleb very well at all. Ava and I are good friends, though. We used to work together.”

“Oh yeah?” She smirked and playfully punched my arm. “Is this all some sort of elaborate scheme to make Ava jealous and have her fall in love with you?”

“No!” I exclaimed. “Oh, gosh no. Not at all. Nothing like that.”

Wait, I thought. Is it, though? 

I didn’t think it was. I thought I had been accepting of Ava’s decisions, and I didn’t want to interfere with her relationship with Caleb. Or anyone else for that matter. And I truly had no desire to use Paige like a tool. I liked Paige. I was having a good time with Paige. I wanted to see where this could go.

But.

I really liked Ava. 

You need to be real fucking careful, Clarky. I could have all the best intentions in the world, but what would happen if I somehow actually got the chance to be with Ava again? Would I drop Paige like a dirty diaper?

“I’m just teasing you,” she said. “I don’t think you’re the type.”

“Oh, well…good.”

“Of course, that’s what they always say, right? Like on those true crime documentaries? All the eyewitnesses and family members talk about how the murderer never seemed like he was capable of such a thing until he did it.”

“Wait…do you think I’m using you to win someone else’s heart? Or are you saying that you’re afraid I’m going to be a murderer someday?”

She shrugged and laughed.

“I’ll, uh, be good,” I said, hoping that covered all possible fears of hers.

“Not too good,” she said playfully. “I’d still like to have a reason to spank you.”

I felt my face warm quite a bit as I scrambled to look at the time on my phone. “So, uh, you think we should get going soon?”

“Maybe in a few?” she shrugged. “The place is just down the street. Can I get you something to drink?”

That didn’t sound like a bad idea. I was about to tell to grab me one, when she added:

“Or are you afraid that you’d wet yourself if you drank too much.”

Actually, that was a very legit concern of mine.

“Maybe just…something small?” I wasn’t exactly sure what I was asking for. In my head, I imagined her bringing me out a half-can of beer.

“A shot?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah. That sounds perfect.” Something to calm my nerves just a little, while also not putting me at risk for saturating my pull-up in the first ten minutes we were at the restaurant.

“I forgot to ask earlier,” she said, grabbing some shot glasses from the kitchen. “Are you, uh, wearing a diaper tonight?”

“Sort of.”

“Sort of? I don’t… What does that even mean?”

I already felt like I said too much. I should’ve just said ‘yes,’ and left it at that. ‘Sort of’ opened the door for prolonged discussions that I wasn’t sure I wanted to have right now.

Might as well just talk about it now. “I’m, uh, trying something new tonight.”

“Underwear?”

“Uh…not exactly.”

She giggled. “Panties? Are you wearing panties tonight?” She seemed kind of excited about that idea–reminding me of my day with Megan.

God, I missed her too.

“N-no. I’m wearing a pull-up.”

She shrugged. “I’m not sure I know what that is.” But then I saw her eyes light up, and the lightbulb go off over her head. “Oh! Wait…like the ‘I’m a big kid now,’ kind of pull-ups?”

“Well, yes. I mean…not those, specifically. But…on a bigger scale.”

“Oh my god!” she squealed. “That sounds so fucking cute.”

“Really?”

“I think…you should show me.”

I sighed and ran my hand through my hair. God, I wanted to do that so badly. The problem, of course, was the same problem I had when I was here in her apartment the last time–the chastity cage. 

I could just tell her about it…

But no, I wasn’t sure that I could. Then I’d have to talk about Mommy. And talk about the old job. And then, maybe, I’d end up talking more about how close Ava and I had actually been. And then I might as well just tell Paige that I was still in love with Ava. 

“M-maybe later,” I said. I didn’t like making this conversation the problem of future-me, but I couldn’t see how else to get around it right now. Not without starting tonight off on the wrong foot.

“That’s no fun,” she smirked. “Show me now. Just a little peek? Please?”

“I, uh…” It didn’t take much female attention to get me to fold most days, it seemed. She wanted to see my pull-up, so she was going to see it. “Okay.”

Make it real quick. Just a little flash. ‘Bam’ and then my pants are back up before she can do too much investigating.

The way her whole face lit up when she was excited–it was the way I wanted to see her all the time. It reminded me of how I loved to make Mommy look at me like that. Or Ava. Or Lyndie. Or even Megan.

Maybe all I want to do is make girls happy?

I quickly unlatched my belt, unfastened my pants. A hand on either side of my hips, I took a careful breath and gave the pants a quick push down my thighs. Just enough to show off the top half of my pull-up, but hopefully not so far down that it exposed the lump created by my chastity. Then, just as quickly as I pushed my pants down, I tugged them right back up into place again.

“Aww,” she cooed. “Is that it?”

“That’s it,” I said, before foolishly adding: “For now.”

“Oh good,” she smiled. “So I can see more later?”

“Well…”

“Because they are cute. And I’d like to see a lot more of them. And, you know, you show me yours and I’ll show you mine.”

“A-are you wearing a diaper tonight?” I asked.

She shrugged. “Maybe later, when we’re sitting across the table from your friends at the restaurant, you can slide your hand between my legs and find out for yourself.”

“Oh,” I said, feeling my cheeks turning red. I tried to speak, but all I got out was some variation of “Uhm…uh…”

“Come on, baby boy,” she cooed, thrusting the shot glass into my hand. “Let’s do our shot.”

We clinked our tiny glasses together and kicked them back into our open mouths. I thought I tasted cheap whiskey, and my throat certainly had the familiar burn of cheap whiskey. It was bad, but it was also good. 

“You’re coming back here after our date tonight, yeah?” she asked.

I had been operating under the idea that I’d make my exit for the evening from the restaurant later–sparing myself any potential embarrassment from coming back to her place again. But now she was forcing me to either change my plans or to somehow say ‘no.’

Goddamn girls. “Uhm…sure. I guess I could swing back here for a bit after dinner.” Another problem for future-me. I could only hope that I figured out a way to get out of this by the time dinner was over. A way out of this that didn’t let me lose any face with her.

“Good,” she said, her body sidling up close to mine. She batted her eyelashes at me, while the floral scent of her hair filled my nostrils–essentially taking control of my mind. “Because I want to get up close and real personal with that pull-up of yours later. And you might want to get real close to mine.”

Don’t worry, I told myself. You’ll figure a way out of this one.

But I didn’t believe myself.

Eighty-One

“I remember the door opening,” Paige said, “and you were just standing there in a diaper. Well…I didn’t know it was a diaper at first. I thought you were just wearing underpants. And, you know, it wouldn’t have been the first time someone accepted a pizza in their underpants.”

We were walking towards the ramen place, and I had asked Paige what went through her head the first time she saw my diaper–the first time she saw me.

“Really?” I asked. “Like…how often does that happen?”

“Often enough,” she grimaced. “And it’s never the people you want to see in their underpants. Even when it’s someone who looks cute, right? And if they were wearing clothes, you might think, ‘Oh, I bet they’d look good in just their underpants.’ There’s something that happens to you when you strip down to surprise someone who isn’t expecting it. Like, when I see someone without most of their clothes on, I can’t see their cute qualities anymore, y’know? All I see are all their creepy intentions. Or…lazy intentions? Sometimes I can’t tell if someone is creepy or lazy in a situation like that.”

“So when you saw me,” I asked, “did you think I was creepy or lazy?”

“Well it took a moment or two to register what I was actually looking at. Even after I realized it was a diaper, it still took a little bit for my brain to even begin processing that. Honestly, I think you were kind of an exception anyway. You could’ve been wearing almost anything–a life preserver, a viking helmet, panties–and I probably would’ve noticed the same thing.”

“Hmm?”

“Your eyes,” she said. “I remember looking right into your eyes, and I felt like I could understand everything about you in a second.”

“Uh…wow.”

“I mean, I didn’t actually know a damn thing about you,” she laughed and shrugged. “But I thought I did. I thought I knew enough. Like, I knew you weren’t trying to be a creep. I knew you had a complicated relationship with your diapers–you didn’t just love them or hate them.”

“Sounds like lucky guesses to me,” I said, my cheeks warming a little. I wasn’t sure if I completely believed her or not–any of this would be easy to claim in hindsight. 

“I saw something else too,” she said.

“Yeah?”

“I saw you were completely humiliated.”

“Well…that was probably the most obvious thing you could’ve noticed,” I shrugged.

“I mean, I saw you were completely humiliated–and you fucking loved it.”

I bit my bottom lip and let a long breath out from my nose as I felt my cheeks getting more red. 

“And since then, do you feel like you’ve gotten any better at reading me?” I asked.

“Maybe,” she smirked.

Up ahead, I could see the lit sign for the ramen place, and in front of the door were two people. That would be Ava and Caleb, I was sure of it. I hadn’t even seen her face yet and I felt some of the strength in my legs fading. Shit. It was going to be a long night.

“I hope we didn’t keep you waiting too long,” I said as we got closer. A silly thing to say, since I knew we were on time–but it felt like the sort of inane adult chatter you were supposed to use. Was I just trying to sound more adult?

“We just got here,” Ava smiled. “Hello, Clark.”

Ava and I hugged each other–just a brief embrace, but one that I wished would have lasted a bit longer. She smelled different. Not something I was entirely fond of admitting that I checked for, but the Ava I knew–even if it had been many months since I last encountered her–had a specific scent. Whenever I thought of her, I could almost find traces of the scent in my nostrils. Baby powder, and the faint hint of a floral perfume. I theorized that the perfume wasn’t actually hers–it was Ms. Beaufort’s, and it just transferred to Ava while she breastfed her. 

Now, she just smelled faintly of citrus. Generically clean, I supposed.

Things I probably shouldn’t be thinking about right now.

“Ava, this is Paige. Paige, this is my good friend Ava.”

I expected a polite handshake, but the two women quickly embraced instead. There was a hint or recognition on Ava’s face. I could tell that she felt like she had seen Paige before, but she just wasn’t where from.

“Clark,” Caleb said, stepping towards me with his hand outstretched. “It’s good to see you again.”

“Likewise, man,” I said. Man? I never said ‘man.’ I shook his hand. 

Caleb had a mustache now, and I was pretty sure he didn’t have one before. It didn’t look bad, per se. But, painted by my jealousy for him, it seemed…gauche? Pretentious? Or, maybe it was actually ugly. I made a mental note to inquire with Paige about that later.

At her place? Shit, I remembered that I still needed to figure out that situation too.

“This is my boyfriend Caleb,” Ava said to Paige.

“Hi, Caleb,” Paige said, shaking his head as well. “I’m Paige.”

“A pleasure to meet you.”

“Well?” asked Ava. “What do you say we get in there and tear into some bowls of noodles, huh?”

I grimaced a little as I eased myself into our booth, expecting my pants to emit the usual crisp crinkle of my thick diaper as I sat down. But no–the training pants didn’t make any sound at all. They didn’t bunch up between my legs. It almost felt like…underwear.

I’m a big kid now…

“So you two used to work together?” Paige asked as we settled in, her finger bouncing back and forth between Ava and myself.

“It’s true,” I said. “And what a place that was.”

Ava laughed, a little extra pink in her cheeks. 

“What sort of work was it?” Paige asked.

“Executive assistants,” I said. “We were both assistants for some of the big important people at this company.”

“Sounds exhausting,” Paige said, shaking her head. “Is it like those shows on TV? Like Succession, or whatever, where the execs just treat their assistants like shit all the time?”

“I mean…we weren’t working for a company on the scale of the one in Succession,” Ava shrugged. “But I thought our experience was pretty good.” She shot me a tiny, knowing, smile. It felt good, like a little secret. Neither Caleb or Paige had any idea of the sights we’ve seen, and the surreal experiences we had–and sometimes shared–while at work.

“Yeah,” I nodded. “I learned a lot.”

“And so what are you up to these days?” Caleb asked me.

I felt my cheeks warm a little. Ava looked like she was about to jump in to defend me, but I couldn’t let her go to bat for me. “My boss from that company actually left and started a new company,” I said. “So I’m working for her there, now.”

It felt good to talk about my employment. See? I’m an adult. Just like you.

“And what about you?” Caleb asked, his question directed to Paige. “Sorry to be so nosey, I’m just a curious kind of guy.”

Paige laughed, “Oh, you don’t have to apologize for being curious. I was probably going to ask you the same thing. Well, it’s not the most glamorous job in the world, but I, uh, deliver pizzas.”

There it was–the light bulb going off over Ava’s head. She knew exactly who this was. She looked at me and smiled, but kept her mouth shut.

Caleb, however, couldn’t help himself. “Wait…is this the fabled Pizza Girl?”

I wondered how it was that Caleb knew of Pizza Girl. Sure, Ava could’ve told him–but that story felt like it would require admitting a lot of other details too. It was possible, I supposed, that Ava had told him about diapers and her baby-days, but my gut told me that conversation hadn’t happened yet.

There was another possibility too, though. Caleb had been with us at the pizza place back when I first ran into Paige again. Evan told everyone he saw Pizza Girl, and it was something we all had laughed about–with the exception of Caleb.

“That is me,” Paige said, confidently nodding. “Fabled, though? I didn’t know my legend was making its way across the land.”

Ava laughed. “I think we’ve just talked, from time to time, about how you were the one who used to deliver pizza to Clark’s apartment when we all used to hang out there.”

“Oh,” Paige smirked. “So you were there when I came by with pizza?”

Translation: “So, you’re in on this whole diaper thing too, huh?”

“Indeed,” Ava said, smirking right back.

My heart pounded in my chest. It wasn’t that I thought I was in danger–I didn’t think that either Ava or Paige would put me on blast and start talking about diapers–but I couldn’t begin to imagine what was going through either of the girls’ heads.

Meanwhile, Caleb, and his mustache, looked pretty unaware of the secret conversation happening just below the surface.

The conversation pivoted away from who knew who or how they knew them. We were all finding our bearings, trying to contribute something to each conversation. Here, I had been nervous that I was going to be stilted and awkward compared to everyone else, while everyone else communicated effortlessly–though I didn’t find that to be the case. Even with my still-thawing social skills, coming off months of diapered hibernation, I felt as much as part of the group as anyone else likely did.

Here’s what I observed: We were all a little stilted and awkward. Maybe that’s just how we were at this age. Nobody had anything figured out, and everyone was nervous that they’d be the one to slow down the conversation. 

Maybe my time in the nursery hadn’t set me as far back as I thought it had.

The conversation was all over the place. Ava was talking about her recent journeys into mediation and yoga. Caleb talked about how he had been refurbishing a bicycle of his, with the hopes of taking it out for a multi-state bike trip next summer. Paige shared a story or two about the weirdos she encountered while delivering food–these types of stories were guaranteed crowd-pleasers, it seemed. I nervously waited for each story to start with “And then, this one time, a guy answered the door wearing just a diaper,” but, to my relief, it never happened.

Food was delivered to the table, and it was good. It’s hard to keep all your dignity about you when you’re loudly slurping on noodles, but the good news was that we were all doing it.

At one point, mid to late meal, I rested my right hand on my lap beneath the table. I was just thinking about how I had managed to go this long without having any sort of accident in my pull-up when I felt a hand on top of mine. I didn’t have to look to know who it belonged to–Paige’s warm hand gently squeezed mine.

She gripped my hand in hers, and she lifted it from my thigh, slowly carrying it over to her lap. I offered no resistance.

“...and it kinda sucks, you know?” Caleb was talking to the group–something about a design application he uses for work. “It’s a good program–but now I have to pay a monthly fee for it? That doesn’t really seem fair to me. I’d rather just pay one cost and be done with it. Like…”

I absolutely was not paying attention to that. Maybe Ava was. Paige seemed interested, but despite the engaged look on her face, she was also planting my hand in her own lap beneath the table. She carefully pressed my hand between her legs. 

I could almost hear her: “Feel right here, Clark. Tell me what you feel.”

It felt…soft. Squishy. Warm. I knew exactly what it was I was feeling. She had worn a diaper tonight, and she had wet it too–recently, at that. No, wait. I could feel the gentle vibrations in the dense padding–she was still wetting herself. I was feeling her wet her diaper through her pants beneath the table and nobody else had any clue.

It was kind of exciting to not be the diaper-wetter for once. There I was, in a completely dry pull-up, feeling someone else’s diaper getting wet. 

Okay. Fine. My plan for later? My plan for what I’d do when if–and when–Paige invited me back to her place? I was going to tell her everything. I was going to tell her about the chastity and that I lived with someone who I called ‘Mommy.’ I was going to tell her the whole history of my job, and how I, one day, almost literally stumbled into the craziest job I’ve ever had in my entire life.

It feels good to decide that. It doesn’t completely alleviate the stress and anxiety I feel about the situation–I still need to actually have that conversation with Paige, and she needs to accept it all.

But that part isn’t on me. It’s up to her. 

“That’s crazy,” Paige said, responding to whatever Caleb had just been talking about. “You hate to see that, you know? The very people who supported that platform all these years are now the ones who are going to suffer the most when these faceless corporations make stupid decisions in the name of profits.”

“Yes,” Caleb said, slapping the table with his hand. “That’s exactly right.”

Absolutely amazing. Below the table, my fingers were squeezing and prodding her plump diaper, and yet she was able to act like no such thing was happening. She was actually engaged in the conversation–far more than I was.

“Sorry,” Ava said to me. “You’d think he’d get all his design software woes out of his system at work–since he talks about it five days a week there too–but…here we are.”

I laughed and shrugged. “The guy’s passionate about it. I get it.”

“I should probably take a breather,” Caleb laughed, placing his napkin on the table. “I’ll be back in a few. Gonna hit the head and then step outside for a min.”

“Hurry back,” Ava smiled.

He smiled, nodded, and walked in the direction of the bathroom.

“So,” Ava said. It felt like she was addressing Paige and I’s side of the table, but she was looking directly at me. “Having fun?”

“It’s good to see you,” I said. That wasn’t really an answer to her question, though, and I felt myself blush a little.

“So, you were, uhm, a regular at Clark’s old apartment when I delivered pizza?” Paige asked.

“Oh yeah,” Ava said, as if having forgotten that this was a topic she wanted to bring up again too. “I mean, I don’t think I was there as often, but…I know I was there once when…” She stopped herself, thought about it for a moment and started over: “Wow, what a strange little world we live in. Here you are, eating dinner with us now.”

Paige smiled. “So…you know all about this one’s, uhm…”

I sighed. “She knows about my diapers, yeah.”

And she knows far more about them than you think you do.

Ava nervously glanced around for Caleb. “I, uh, haven’t really told him anything about that yet. I will, eventually. I just…that’s going to be a wild conversation.”

“I’m not sure I follow,” Paige said. “Why would Caleb care about whether or not Clark wears diapers?”

Ava and I were both blushing now. “Oh, uhm, no,” Ava said, her voice still as polite as ever. “I mean, I’m not sure when to tell him about how I wore diapers.”

“Oh,” Paige said, sitting back in the booth a little, her cheeks looking a little rosy too. “Sorry. I…didn’t know that you also…”

Ava glanced at me and laughed. “I guess I’m glad that Clark’s a gentleman like that. I would’ve assumed he’d have told you already.”

“Well, it’s a pleasant surprise to learn you’re a big baby too,” Paige said.

“Was…” Ava said. “Well…I’m sure I’ll wear them again someday.”

Paige laughed and shrugged. “Poor Caleb. Is he the only one at this table who hasn’t been wearing diapers lately?”

Ava’s eyes grew large. “Oh. You wear them too?”

“Uh huh.”

Ava smiled, her eyes again being directed towards me. “Good for you, Clarky. That sounds fun.”

We all shared a laugh that time. I had no doubt that both Ava and Paige had plenty more questions–both for each other and for me–but it was at about that time that Caleb came strolling back to the table.

Ava, to her credit, immediately changed gears. “Did you go outside and make some big puffy clouds?”

“Aye,” Caleb nodded.

“When we first met,” Ava said to Paige and I, “he told me he was using vaping to wean himself off of smoking. But now I feel like I see him vaping way more than I had ever seen him smoke before.”

“It’s better for you than smoking,” he said.

“I’m not sure that’s true,” I said. It was a risky claim to refute–maybe some big scientific studies had been published in the last few months, while I was just crawling around in my diapers, that actually confirmed vaping was better for you. But I doubted that.

“It’s definitely not true,” Ava pouted. “Look, both of you have my permission to hassle this guy about it if you ever see him vaping.”

“You think she’s kidding,” Caleb shrugged. “But she’s already got my entire family giving me all kinds of shit for it.”

“Well,” Ava shrugged, “wouldn’t it be something if this little campaign of mine actually got you to quit?”

I couldn’t get over just how mature Ava sounded. Every once in a while it’d hit me. This was not the Ava I knew a few months ago. This was not the girl who suckled from Neve Beaufort’s tits with me while we waited for the hubbub surrounding Thomas Pritchard to calm down. This wasn’t the girl who laid with me in the park late one night. This wasn’t the girl who had been on her back in Lyndie’s office–almost as many times as I was–getting her stinky diaper changed. 

But that wasn’t a bad thing. I was happy for her. Adulthood looked good on her.

I supposed that I just wished I had been there to see it happen. Or that I had been growing up with her. Instead, she was still changing my diapers–or she had been when she was babysitting me just a few short weeks ago. 

I glanced over to Paige, and she was looking back at me. We both smiled. 

Paige was good. Paige was incredible. She was pretty and she was so fun. She had this naughty energy about her that I felt like I had only just scratched the surface of. Case in point, my hand was still trapped in her lap–her hand still pressing my fingers into her swampy diaper.

I sometimes worried that Paige was just a placeholder for Ava. Hell, that could’ve been true yet and I just hadn’t been able to admit it to myself yet. But I really liked Paige, and was hoping that we were headed in a good direction with each other. It would probably depend on our conversation after this, I thought. When I put it all out there, we’d see where we actually were then. 

If I spilled my guts to her–if I told her about Mommy, my life as a big baby, and the metal cage around my cock–and she accepted it all? I’d probably cling to her for dear life, never letting her leave my side again.

And then…

Then I’d look back at Ava. And my heart would swoon. The heart wants what the heart wants. Even if–especially if–my heart couldn’t have it.

“Well, I don’t know about the rest of you,” Caleb said, scratching his belly with big exaggerated movements, “but I’m beat. There’s something about a big ol’ bowl of hot noodles that makes me want to curl up on the couch and sleep.”

“So…should I drive?” Ava asked with a smirk.

“No, no. I think I can get us home without falling asleep…”

The implication, of course, was that Ava and Caleb were going to the same place after this. Were they going to his place? Or back to Ava’s? He supposed he could reach out to Lynide tomorrow and ask.

Stop that. It’s not your business.

“It was so nice to meet you,” Ava said to Paige when we were all standing outside on the sidewalk. “I’m glad we did this. I hope we can do it again.”

“Same,” Paige said, hugging Ava. “It sounds silly, but I don’t have a ton of friends in the area, so it was nice to get out and just socialize a bit.”

“Well, we’re friends now,” Ava smiled. “Whenever you want to do this again, I’m down.”

“Always good to see, man,” Caleb said to me. We gave each other one of those awkward hug/handshake things where we slap each other on the back for some reason. I never cared for them, as they never felt genuine. I wondered if he felt the same way, or if he actually thought they were a good way to greet or dismiss someone. 

Goodbyes were said, and Paige and I took off in one direction while Ava and Caleb were off in the other.

Now then. It was getting closer and closer to when I’d tell Paige everything there was to know. I wondered, for most of a block, if this was the last time we’d be happy in each other's presence, as the things I’d later reveal would somehow put an end to our budding relationship.

“So, did you want to come over to my place?” she asked.

I nodded. “If you’ll have me.”

She smiled. “I’d love it if you did.”

We walked a little further without saying another word. It didn’t feel awkward or anything, it was actually kind of nice to just stroll side by side with each other and not feel like we had to fill every second with chatter.

“Hey,” she finally said. “Remember earlier, when we were walking to the restaurant, and I talked about how I could look into your eyes and feel like I knew everything about you in just a moment?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “I remember that.”

“I looked into your eyes again tonight, while we were at dinner, and I had that same exact feeling again.”

“Oh yeah? What did you learn about me?”

She laughed and shook her head. “I don’t know if you’re going to like it.”

How could I not like it,” I asked. “I…I want you to know everything about me.”

“Okay, but…what if it’s something that you don’t even know about yourself?”

“I can handle it,” I said.

“Well…” She took a deep breath and shrugged. “I think you’re in love with Ava. Like…you’re big time in love with her.”

I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach, and that sinking persisted for the next block or so. With every step, I felt like the gravity in my guts was multiplying. 

I had managed to keep my pull-up clean all night, but suddenly I felt like I was just a few steps from both pissing and messing myself like a little baby.

[D503]

Awesome update. Poor Paige, Clarky's found a unicorn, and he's only eyes for another.

Love the scenes with mommmy too and can't wait for the reveal. Heaven's knows what Paige thinks when she realises there's a SECOND woman she needs to contend with. 

[quietlyhumiliated]

Another double dose of Doing Business this week!

Eighty-Two

For the last few blocks of our walk, I felt as if I was lost in a swirling haze. It wasn’t until we were nearing the front steps of Paige’s apartment building that I realized I hadn’t said a word since she told me of her observation. It wasn’t that I was upset with her in any way. I was just feeling a little emotionally overwhelmed. And, feeling the panicked twisting in my abdomen, physically too.

“You alright?” Paige asked.

“Oh, uhm, yeah…”

“You’re still coming inside, right?”

I had almost forgotten why I had been following her in the first place. A little bit ago, just before Paige observed that I was still in love with Ava, I had been preparing myself to tell Paige everything. I was going to talk about Mommy, and the chastity, and the time spent working at the company where I met Ava in the first place. This, I had mostly convinced myself, was going to be the start of something really special between Paige and I.

“Is that okay?”

She laughed and shook her head. “Silly. I’m the one who invited you, remember?”

I had no idea where Paige and I stood now. She was smiling. Laughing. She was taking care of me, I supposed, by ushering me into her apartment as opposed to just leaving me behind on the street. At the very least, I could say that she wasn’t mad at me.

“How’s this thing doing?” she asked, her open palm swatting my bottom as she followed me up the steps inside the building.

It didn’t hurt, but I did note that the playful swat felt a little different when I was wearing a pull-up as opposed to a diaper.

“S-still dry,” I said. “For now.”

“Not me,” she said, strutting past me to lead the way. “I’m nice and squishy. You felt that, right?”

My lips broke into a small smile. It was hard to feel down when she had such a buoyant energy about her–especially when it came to soggy diapers. 

“I felt it,” I nodded. “It felt good.”

Back in Paige’s apartment, the shot glasses we used earlier were still sitting on the counter. She noticed them at the same time I did.

“Let’s refill those, yeah?”

“Good idea,” I said. I wasn’t interested in getting trashed, but another shot of cheap whiskey might be just the thing I needed to numb my overactive nerves a bit.

“So, you’ve got it bad for her, huh?” she asked, tipping the bottle of brown liquid into the shot glasses.

“I mean…she’s taken. I’ve been trying to move on.”

Paige laughed. “Is that me? An attempt to move on?”

“N-no…”

“I’m not offended,” she shrugged. “I mean, honestly, good for you. There’s people out there who fall in love with someone who isn’t available to them, and they just sort of shut down. They never move past it, and they stay stuck in this miserable limbo for eternity.”

“Has that ever happened to you?” I asked.

“What? Being stuck in a lovelorn-limbo? Can’t say I have. I have different sorts of relationship issues. You know, like being noncommittal or having these soul-breaking bouts of feeling like I’m not enough for someone.”

“Noncommittal?” I wouldn’t have guessed that this would be something she struggled with–but we also didn’t know each other that well.

“Oh, sure,” she shrugged, sliding one of the shot glasses across the counter to me. “I love all the fun stuff. Flirting. Kissing. Sex. But as soon as we have to have a serious conversation about where our relationship is going, I’m looking for the quickest route to the window so I can leap out of it.”

“Wow…”

“Why do you think the closest thing I had to a relationship was just a friends-with-benefits?” she asked.

I wasn’t sure what to make of this information. On one hand, it made me feel a little better about my lingering feelings for Ava–and being called out by her for said feelings. On the other, I was now trying to imagine what would’ve happened if Paige hadn’t made the observation she had. Would I have come back to her place, spilled my guts to her, only to be disappointed–either today or in the near future–when I learned that she wasn’t interested in the same relanship I might have been?

We clinked our small shot glasses together and kicked back our burning liquid again. It tasted bad. It felt bad going down my throat. But in a good way. It felt like penance.

“Well,” I shrugged, “since we’re peeling back all the layers of the onion…I guess there’s a few other things I could share with you. If you want to know, that is.”

She laughed and made her way over to the couch. Once sitting, she patted the seat next to her, beckoning for me to join her. I did so.

“Let me see if I can guess,” she said. 

I snorted and shrugged. “I mean, you can try…”

“You’re, like, an internet superstar. You have thousands of followers and they watch your every move. Every dirty diaper is logged and chatted about by your friends in forums and message boards.”

“Uh…no. I mean, not that I know of.” That was the dangerous sort of idea I’d want to keep away from Mommy.

“Does this have anything to do with the fact that apparently Ava has spent a good amount of time in diapers in the past?”

“Yeah… Actually, it has a lot to do with that.”

“I’m all ears if it’s a story you want to tell.”

“I do. I was going to anyway, I think.” I started to get up from the couch again. “Real quick, though, maybe I should just go and use the restroom…”

“Are you kidding me right now?” she laughed. “You’re wearing a diaper.”

“A pull-up.”

“Hate to break it to you, but that’s still a diaper, baby.”

“I know, but I’ve got to…” I had a little flashback of the last time I was in Paige’s apartment, and how I sprinted to her bathroom and befouled her toilet so that I didn’t have to soil my diaper in front of her. The stress of the last hour had been causing chaos in my abdomen, and I was worried that I was close to having to make the same decision again.

“Sit down,” she said. “And if you go in your training pants…well, that’s what they’re for. I’ve got diapers here.”

“But…we’re not talking about just wetting here.”

“I know,” she smiled. “It’s okay. And I’ll make you a deal. If you do it, I’ll do it too.”

I laughed and shook my head, unsure if I could even believe what she just said. “Yeah right…”

“I’m serious!” She held out her hand, pinky extended towards me. “Pinky promise. A, uh, pinky promise poop pact. If one of us goes tonight, we both go. Deal?”

I sighed. I wasn’t completely in love with this idea, but it did have its charms. It reminded me of the ‘old days’ a little–that time when I was exploring diapers at work and at home. Back before I was living with Mommy. Back when everyday just felt like a wildly humiliating adventure. I was thinking about the times spent with Ava and Lyndie. Or Kylie, when I was in Seattle. Or Megan.

“Deal,” I said, my pinky finger wrapping around hers.

“Alright, good. With that established, why don’t you tell me your little story.”

“So…a while back, I had gotten an internship with this big company. It seemed like a really big deal at first, but I quickly started to see it as what it really was–a company looking for nobodies to exploit for cheap labor on dumb projects nobody else wanted to do.”

“Wait, so this is what you wanted to tell me about? An internship?”

“Hold on,” I chuckled. “We’re getting there.”

“Proceed.”

“So, one day, this guy who works for the company approached me with a job to do. This guy is pretty much a nobody at the company–the kind of guy who’d be doing the things the interns were doing if there weren’t interns. Even us interns know this guy isn’t important. We don’t even know his name–we made up a name for him and that was the only name we knew him by for months. So, he gives me this silly little job of hanging up some award plaque in a hallway. So I go and do it, and end up running into this woman. Who, it turns out, is the CEO of the entire company.”

“Is this the part where you start some forbidden sex scandal with her? The CEO and the intern?”

“Uh, well, actually…”

“Get out of here. Seriously? You?”

“I’m getting to it,” I smirked. “It’s all in the story.”

“Okay, okay. I’m listening. Please go on.”

“So, uhm, yeah. The CEO–this woman named Gabrielle Heller–offers me an opportunity. She makes it pretty obvious from the very start that my real job would be, uhm, doing whatever humiliating things she can come up with. And, well…I took that opportunity. Almost immediately, I get swept up in this world of bringing my boss joy through my own submission.”

“Diapers?” Paige asked.

“Uh, yeah. Exactly. That’s what Ms. Heller wanted me to wear. Right from the start.”

I go on. I tell her about the other intern, Lyndie, who slowly got dragged into my game. I tell her about the whole world of perverted executives and their assistants that’s slowly revealed to me. I tell her about the surreal coronation ceremony where I was passed around and spanked before having a chastity device affixed to my manhood.

“Seriously? Chastity? Like…one of those things that go over your dong?”

I felt my heart beating quickly in my chest. It had been a while since I got to experience this kind of anxiety–a very specific brand of anxiety that seemed to only come from revealing secrets about myself to new people in my life. 

“That’s right.”

“Jeez. And so was the idea to prevent you from ever having sex again? Or was your boss just saying that she was in control of when sex happened?”

“The latter.”

“Wow. And how long did you have to wear that for?”

“Oh, well… We’ve got a bit more to cover in the story, and I’m sure by the end you’ll have an answer to that.”

“Wait. You’re still wearing it, aren’t you?”

“Uhm…”

“Right now, your dick is all locked up, isn’t it?”

I sighed. “Yeah.”

“I guess I would’ve figured that out sooner or later, huh?”

“I was going to tell you tonight, actually,” I laughed. “For what it’s worth.”

“I’d ask if I could see it. But…maybe we should get through this story first.”

“Fair enough,” I said.

The story continued. Paige now learns about the trip to Seattle. I told her of Kylie, who started as my babysitter, but ended up in diapers herself by the end of the trip. Then it’s back home again. My feelings for Ava grow, Lyndie gets a nursery in the office, and Thomas Pritchard–the low-ranking employee who got me into this whole situation in the first place–becomes suspicious of how I got my position in the first place. I told her about the chaos created when my mother decided she wanted to come and see me, and how I ended up pissing in my actual pants in the middle of a restaurant when we finally did get brunch together. I told her of Megan, who didn’t end up putting me in girlish clothes, though she had accidentally sent some explicit photos of my messy bottom to my mother.

“Holy moley,” Paige said, wide-eyed and slowly shaking her head. “I don’t know if I'd ever recover from that.”

“That was…quite the day. My mother and I seem to be in a better place now. But I still get nightmares about that.”

“And those pictures–your mom saw, like, everything?”

“I don’t know how much attention she paid to them, but…it was all there. Every disgustingly messy detail.”

“Speaking of messy…I’m assuming that pull-up of yours is still clean?”

“I think you’d know if it wasn’t,” I smiled.

“You must be dying to use it.”

I laughed. “What is with you wanting me to poop my diaper in front of you?”

She sighed and shrugged. “Well, I mean…sure I do want to see it. But the sooner that you go…”

“Oh,” I said. “I see. You have to go, and you were hoping that I’d go first so that you didn’t have to be the one to poop first.”

More nervous laughter from her.

“Look,” I said. “A pinky promise poop pact goes both ways. If you use your diaper, I still have to use mine. You don’t have to wait for me to go.”

“Ugh,” she groaned. “Fine. Why don’t you, uh, go on with your story. I’m still listening.”

“Right, so, this is where everything changes. So I told you about Thomas Pritchard, right? As it turns out, one of the other executives is attempting to conspire with him to expose all the baby stuff to the company’s board of directors. I guess he was hoping that the board would shut it all down and fire Ms. Heller, giving him the chance to step up and…”

Paige let out a little grunt. Her cheeks were bright red.

“Are…you okay?” I asked.

“I’m good,” she said, though the smile on her face looked incredibly fake to me. 

“Are you sure? Because you look like you’re…”

“I’m fine,” she quickly said. “Just keep going.”

“Okay, uhm… So, meanwhile, we’re all kind of panicking because we don’t know what we’ll do if Thomas actually goes through with talking to the board. So Lyndie decides that she’s going to take matters into her own hands and has a conversation with him. Mind you, nobody else knows about this. But I guess they talked and she managed to convince him that he should try wearing a…”

Paige was distracting me again, this time she was leaning forward in her seat some, her ass lifting up slightly from the couch cushion.

“Paige, are you…”

I would’ve asked if she was about to mess in her diaper, but it seemed that I didn’t actually have to ask. I was cut off by a bass-heavy rumbling noise erupting from her bottom. She let out another grunt–more of a girlish whine this time–and her face was redder than I had ever seen it before.

“Fuck,” she gasped. “I…I think it’s happening. I’m…pooping.”

It was rare that I wasn’t the one saying that, or the one in her position. I would be, soon enough, I supposed–the urgency in my own bowels was growing, on top of the fact that our pinky promise had committed me to filling my diaper up after she was done. 

“Keep…talking…” she said, letting out another little squeak as a wet squelching noise came from her diaper.

I would’ve loved to, but I was far too distracted by the show I was witnessing. I tried for a moment, but it just felt like random words were tumbling out of my mouth: “So…like. Uhm. I, er… He…”

“It’s…it’s going everywhere!” she exclaimed. 

I found some words to say, but they weren’t from the story I was telling. Instead, they were the words that were usually said to me when someone watched me filling my diaper. “Go on. You’re doing good. Get it all out.”

“Urrrrh,” she moaned, continuing to push and grunt.

I couldn’t get over how perfect of an addition Paige seemed to be to my life. She would’ve been a great assistant back at the old office. She would’ve made someone like Mommy or Ms. Beaufort quite happy. I could see her getting along with Lyndie splendidly. I could even see her being the best friend Megan needed.

Alright, alright. I’ll call Megan tomorrow.

“All done,” Paige finally said. “I think.”

She sat back again, putting her weight on her messy diaper, her eyes growing big as she felt the newly deposited mass squishing and spreading even further within the padding. The smell was just now reaching my nose, the expected rotten stench of a dirty diaper–though it was a smell that seemed unique to her bottom. I certainly wasn’t capable of identifying other big babies by the smell of their loads yet–though I had observed that everyone’s dirty diapers tended to smell different.

“Uhm…how does that feel?” I asked.

“Good,” she replied, her voice soft and a smile spreading between two very pink cheeks. “But…it’s your turn now, right?”

“A pinky promise is a pinky promise,” I shrugged. 

Truthfully, I was rather impressed by how Paige had gone about filling her diaper. There was a time when it was almost impossible for me to load a diaper unless I was in some sort of squatting position, but the repetition of the act while living with Mommy had taught me to poop in just about any position. Sitting on a cushioned surface, as we were now, had been one of the last positions I had mastered. It was tempting to get on my feet and pop a squat–maybe even giving Paige a little show of the back of my diaper expanding–but I chose to match her. 

It was, as it had been for some time, almost too easy. I put the slightest amount of pressure on my bowels, and suddenly they were releasing. My mess lacked the rippling music of Paige’s, though I more than made up for it with the sound of the soft load quickly filling the back of my diaper to capacity–the plastic backing crinkling and stretching as I fed the garment everything that was inside of me. As quickly as it started, it was over.

“Was that it?” she asked, a look of surprise on her face.

“It’s that easy.”

“A real professional, huh?”

“Oh, you have no idea. I mean…if I keep going with the story, you’ll hear all about it.”

“Hmm. I mean…I do want to hear the story. But…how the hell can I concentrate on that when I’m wearing this?” she asked, her hands pointing down to her crotch.

“You’re such a novice,” I teased. 

“What, like you’ll poop your pants and just carry on with your day?”

I laughed and shrugged. “I mean…I’ve had someone else point out that I’ve messed myself before I even realized I had done it.”

“Hashtag: baby goals. So…now what?”

“I dunno. I guess now is whatever you want. Sit there in your diaper if you want. Get changed. Crawl around.”

“We stink.”

“Yeah. The thing about diapers is…”

We both laughed again, leaning back further on the couch simultaneously.

“Are you any good at changing diapers?” she asked.

“No, not really. I mean…I’ve done it. I could do it again if I had to. But I’m not good at it.”

“I…don’t think I can handle this mess,” she laughed. “I wouldn’t know the first thing about what to do.”

“Trust me, it’s a lot easier when someone else is changing you.”

“No offense, Smelly, but I’m not sure I want you poking around my butt while it’s caked in…”

“Oh…I wasn’t volunteering,” I laughed. “I’m not any more excited about getting my own diaper changed without an extra hand or two. And I definitely wouldn’t ask you to do that.”

“So what do we do? Stay in our icky diapers for the rest of our life?”

“We can stay in them for a little bit,” I shrugged. “Sooner or later, we’ll have to do something about them though. If not for ourselves, then for society.”

“Fuck society,” Paige giggled. “From now on, Pizza Girl is Stinky Girl.”

A thought had bloomed while Paige talked about not wanting to change herself, and it continued to blossom. It might’ve been kind of crazy–but it also might have been the best two option for two babies with no desire to change themselves.

“I, uhm, might have someone who could change our diapers for us.”

She laughed. “So…I’m supposed to let some stranger poke at my dirty ass?”

“I know, I know. But, if you were going to let some stranger wipe you clean, this is the one you’d want. She loves this stuff. She’s a master at it. She’s changed, like, millions of diapers.”

“Millions?”

“She’s changed…a lot of diapers. She’s changed a lot of my diapers.”

She laughed. “This isn’t, like, your mother or something, is it?”

“Uhm…well. Not my mother. But I do call her Mommy.”

Eighty-Three

Mommy’s tone had a faux-sternness about it–a tone she’d sometimes use when she wanted to sound much more concerned than she actually was. If someone else heard it, someone who might not have known her as well as I did, they might have mistaken it for something more serious.

“I haven’t heard from you all night, Clarky.”

“I-I know. I’m sorry I didn’t reach out to you sooner, but…”

“I’m going to assume that means you’re having a good time?”

I almost laughed, though I kept myself composed. Her question may not have been funny, but the answer was. I was standing in Paige’s apartment, looking out the window while I continued to marinate in the packed-to-capacity pull-up I was wearing. Somewhere behind me, Paige was sitting on the couch, her hands currently slipped down the front of her pants as she groped at the plastic padding of her own loaded diaper.

“It’s been a good time,” I said. “But, uhm…actually, there was something I was hoping you could help me with.”

“Uh oh,” Mommy said. I could hear her smiling. “What happened? Was your pull-up not up to the task of holding whatever it was you put into it? Do you need a change of pants?”

“Well…”

Mommy snickered on the other end of the call. “How bad is it?”

“For what it’s worth, the pull-ups seem to be doing their job,” I said. Somewhere behind me, I heard Paige giggling at me. “But I’m kind of nervous about pulling my pants down and taking a closer look.”

Mommy’s voice got even more playful, sounding almost like babytalk: “Did the baby go poopy in his pants?”

I could see my face reflected in Paige’s window, and I could see my cheeks were bright red. “I…did, yeah.”

“And does your friend know?”

I laughed nervously. “Oh yeah.”

“Oh my. And how does she feel about that?”

“Well… I would say she’s pretty on board with it.”

“Is that so? Clarky, you’ve struck gold.”

“So the thing is–and the reason I’m calling you about this–she’s also wearing a…” I couldn’t bring myself to say it too loudly, even though Paige was already well aware of her current status. “...she’s also wearing a diaper.”

“Okay?” Mommy said, sounding like she was waiting for more information to be shared before making any further comment.

“And…it’s also dirty.”

Mommy laughed. “What happened over there, Clarky?”

I sighed. “I was just thinking that we could use your help.”

“And your friend, she’s okay with that?”

“I think so?” I turned around to check in on Paige, who was squeezing the bulk between her legs. “I think she’s a little apprehensive about having a stranger change her…but I think she’d rather someone else do it than have it be her problem.”

“Smart,” Mommy said. “Send me the address and I can be over in a little bit.”

“Are you sure? I’m not pulling you away from anything, am I?”

“I’ve only been waiting to hear from you, Clarky. It won’t be a problem at all. Dare I say–it might even be fun.”

Only Mommy would see the prospect of changing two stinky diapers as ‘fun.’ That was what I loved about her.

“Thank you, Mommy.”

“Always happy to help, Clarky. For as long as I can.”

It was a strange note to end the call on. It almost felt foreboding, like she was thinking ahead to a time when she might not be able to help. But, no, I didn’t think that was it. It was more likely she was referring, sort of, to what was happening right now. I was out of the house. I was with friends. I was making new connections and reclaiming my life again. Someday, I wouldn’t be living with Mommy. Someday, I wouldn’t be looking to her to fix everything that went wrong. She would if I asked–but I’d want to resolve it for myself. And I’d be able to.

There’d be plenty of time to think about that in the future. 

“So?” Paige asked from the couch. “Did you convince your, er, Mommy to come and change us smelly babies?”

“I did!”

She looked surprised by that answer. I don’t think she doubted that it was possible, but now this was actually happening–and she seemed unsure of what to think about that.

“So…she’s going to, like, change us?”

“That’s what she does.”

“Me? She’s going to change me?” She laughed, knowing she already had the answer to her question.

“If you want her to,” I shrugged. 

“Alright, well…if we’ve got a little bit before she gets here, maybe you should finish your story, huh? Or, at the very least, tell me about this woman being your ‘Mommy.’”

“Right, so…”

The story went on from where I left off. Lyndie had convinced Thomas Pritchard to wear diapers himself in an effort to show him what the ‘promotion’ he thought he was missing out on actually was. I told Paige of how that plan seemed to work at first, though it would ultimately lead to Thomas’s erratic behavior in the office. I told her of how said erratic behavior seemed to spell the end for our halcyon days of being babied at the workplace.

“Ms. Heller–though I was, uhm, pretty much exclusively calling her ‘Mommy’ at this point–told me that she was leaving the company because of the board’s decision to let Lyndie go.”

“Ah,” Paige nodded. “So when you say that Mommy is coming over tonight, that’s the Ms. Heller?”

“Exactly.”

“So…even after she left the company, you stayed in touch with her, I guess?”

“Well…after she left the company, I left the company too. And then…”

Paige’s eyes grew bigger, interested to see where I was going with this. This, I thought, might be the hardest part to explain. Maybe not? She had swallowed the fact that I wore diapers often pretty easily. Not even the revelation that I was stuck in chastity seemed to phase her all that much. But this?

“...she asked me to move in with her,” I continued.

“Oh,” she said. “Wow. So you two are, like…close?”

“Very. And, uh, it wasn’t just an invite to go and live with her. It was an invitation to go and live with her as a, uh, baby.”

Paige just stared at me, tilting her head a little. She was processing it.

I felt the need to elaborate further. “I would be a baby full-time. 24/7. Nothing but diapers. I’d crawl around. Sleep in a crib. She’d change me. Bathe me. Dress me.”

“And did you do that?” she asked. “Did you take her up on that?”

“Uh huh.”

To my relief, she was smirking a little.

I continued, feeling like I needed to get it all out now–just so that she couldn’t say, later, that I never told her. “I left my apartment and I moved in with her. I had no job. I didn’t talk to friends or family. I just…became a baby. Like, almost literally, a baby. I used nothing but diapers, and she took care of my every need. I have a nursery. She calls a babysitter when she won’t be around.

“How long ago was that?” Paige asked.

“Oh…I still live there now.”

She laughed a little. “So you’re still…”

“That was like 9 or 10 months ago,” I shrugged. It was hard to remember where everything fit on the timeline anymore. “I’m, like, in the process of ‘growing up’ again, for whatever that’s worth. I got a job again. I mean–it’s with Mommy’s new company, but it’s still responsibility. I’m going out and seeing my friends again. I met this nice girl who used to deliver pizza to me when I had my own apartment…”

“I’ve had some guys tell me some pretty crazy shit about themselves,” Paige said, sighing a little as she rocked backwards on her squishy diaper. “But that has to be the craziest.”

“You, uh, haven’t dated any other big babies, I guess?”

“In spirit, sure. But, like, literally a baby? No.”

“Well, there you have it,” I shrugged. “I think that’s everything, more or less.”

“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised,” she said. “I mean, I am. A little.”

“Do you, uhm, need some time to process all that?”

“I’ll be thinking about this for a while,” she laughed. “But I don’t think it’s going to change how I feel about it much.”

I couldn’t help but jump to the worst case scenario. “You think it’s too crazy, right? I’m a freak? I’m this big stupid baby who wasted all your time?”

“Woah, woah,” she said. “Clark, slow down. I mean, yeah, you’re a freak. And a big stupid baby. But you’ve never wasted any of my time. I love hanging out with you. And besides…did you forget that I’m sitting here in a messy diaper too? If you’re a freak, I’m a freak. It sounds like Ava’s a freak too–even if she’s taking a little break from it. And your friend Lyndie you were telling me about? A freak. And your Mommy? Freak. I dunno…I think that’s pretty cool.”

I sat back down on the couch again, feeling the mushy load in my diaper squishing between the padding and my skin. I had gotten, mostly, used to the lingering stench wafting through her apartment–though once in a while I’d catch a stray whiff that’d remind me of how toxic the air had become. Mommy would almost certainly have something to say about that.

“Is this the weirdest night of your life?” I asked.

Paige laughed. “It’s certainly up there.”

I decided to take that as a compliment.

Somewhere else right now, Ava and Caleb were doing adult things. Sharing a bottle of wine, maybe? Holding hands on the couch? Maybe they were already in bed. Her panties were pulled down and Caleb had his cock in his hand, ready to slip it inside of her. Or maybe…

Okay, let’s stop thinking about that.

Instead, I thought about my mushy diaper and the thickness between my thighs. I thought about the comfort of my crib, and how nice it would be if I had a baby bottle full of milk in my hands right now. 

“So what does the endgame look like for you?” Paige asked after a few minutes of silence.

“Huh?” I thought I heard her, but I needed to collect myself a little after being pulled from the more infantile headspace I had been slipping into.

“You said you were working on, like, ‘growing up.’ So…who do you want to be when you grow up?”

“I dunno,” I shrugged. “I know that’s not a good answer but I feel like I just have to go through all the steps until I figure it all out. Get a job. Use a toilet. Get back to school. Get an apartment. Then…see what happens.”

She laughed to herself. “I mean…I guess that’s not too different from any other person coming of age. Maybe the order’s a little different–toilet training usually comes before getting a job. Still, you ought to make some goals for yourself. Think big. Think ahead. Think about who you want to be whenever you get to where it is you want to go.”

“This might be too deep of a conversation while I’m wearing a poopy diaper…”

“What’s your dream job, Clark? Imagine yourself a few years from now. What would bring you joy?”

“Uh, I guess…” 

I tried to imagine myself in the future. What did that look like? Where was I? Who was I with? What did I do with my time?

Actually, you know what I really want to do?

I was thinking about writing. I’d never have the gall to call myself a ‘writer,’ but it was something I loved to do. Throughout college, I was writing all the time–mostly short stories about things like robots and men with swords. Most of it I kept to myself, and they were still sitting on some forgotten laptop–but others had been shared online, and had garnered enough interest that I felt motivated to write more. 

That hobby had been one of the sacrifices I made when my internship had become…well, something else entirely. But thinking about it now, I realized how much I missed it. I wanted to see a blank document in front of me on a laptop screen, and I wanted to put my fingers on the keyboard and just see what came out.

I even had a good idea what I might write about. Something a little more autobiographical than what I had written about in the past. 

But was writing a career? Could someone just, one day, say: “You know what? I think I’m a writer now,” and suddenly be thrust into their dream job? No, probably not. But it was a goal. It was something I could work towards. It was a goal post that I could plant in my future and start directing myself towards.

“I’m still figuring it out,” I said, realizing that I had left Paige hanging. I wanted to tell her about writing, but it felt like too big of a goal to just throw out there before I had even taken a baby step towards accomplishing it. “But…I’m really glad you asked me those questions. Sometimes it really helps to be reminded that I need to think about those sorts of things.”

“Of course,” she said, rubbing my thigh.

“What about you?” I asked. “Where do you want to be in the future?”

Paige’s cheeks got a little more pink as her hand retracted to her side. She almost seemed to shrink a little–or at least she compacted herself into a smaller space.

“That’s the million dollar question, isn’t it?” she asked. “I’m lousy with relationships. I’m still delivering pizzas for a living. I live in my cousin’s apartment. I’m a big bum. Hell, you could even argue that I’ve somehow regressed now that I’m obsessed with, uh, diapers.”

“Messy diapers don’t exactly make us look like the most forward-thinking adults ever…”

She smiled and shrugged it off before continuing. “Most days, I tell myself that I don’t care. Maybe I don’t, or maybe there’s a part of me that just hopes that someday something’ll click and I’ll have it all figured out. Probably shouldn’t hold my breath though.”

“Well? What’s your, uh, dream job?” To borrow the question she asked me: “What do you want to be when you grow up?”

“You know what I’d like to do? I’d like to make food instead of delivering it.”

“Ooh, a chef?”

“Yessir. I want to be one of those chefs you see on TV who act like rockstars and whose ass everyone wants to kiss.”

“I love that idea. And what kind of food would you make?”

“I bet you could guess.”

“Pizza?”

“Bingo.”

A few minutes later, my phone vibrated. Instinctively, my heart began to pound in my chest. That would be Mommy. She was here.

Mommy: “I’m here to take care of some big babies.”

“Is that her?” Paige asked.

I nodded.

“Is she mean?”

I laughed and shook my head. “Not at all. Not unless you want her to be mean.”

“She’ll…change me? She won’t just laugh at me and ignore me?”

“You’re in good hands. I promise.”

We almost left the apartment to walk down to the street and guide Mommy up to Paige’s apartment, but all it took was Paige gently putting her hand on my swampy bottom as I began to stand to remind me that it probably wasn’t a good idea. Instead, Paige dictated the directions to her apartment and I texted them to Mommy. 

Moments later, there was a knock at the door.

It was the most sheepish I had ever seen Paige look before. She practically tiptoed to the front door–though it was also possible she was just trying hard not to disturb the contents of her diaper too much. She sighed, readied herself, and slowly opened the door.

“Good evening,” Mommy said, that familiar warm smile on her face. “You must be Paige?”

“Y-yes,” Paige answered. “Please come in.” It was surreal to hear Paige like this–nervous and a little timid.

“I was told there were some babies here in need of a little help,” Mommy said as she stepped through the threshold, the door closing behind her. She had a quilted green duffle bag at her side–a diaper bag she had taken on many of the excursions she and I had been on before. “And, well, it certainly smells like there’s some helpless babies in here.”

I quickly galloped across the living area so that I could give Mommy a hug. I almost stopped myself from being so obviously infantile in Mommy’s presence, but I saw no reason to hide this part of myself now.

“Thank you for coming,” I said to her.

She ruffled my hair with her hand and kissed the top of my head. “Of course. I could never leave a baby–babies–in need behind. Miss Paige? It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Uh…likewise. Clark has told me a lot about you.”

Most of that she had just learned tonight, but that didn’t have to be said.

“Oh, uhm…” I felt like I had missed my queue to introduce the two. “Paige, this is, uhm, Ms. Heller. Gabrielle Heller. Uh…I just call her ‘Mommy.’ And, Mommy, this is Paige.”

“I’d love to spend some more time talking to you,” Mommy said, waving her hand in front of her face. “But, maybe it’d be best if we took care of some dirty diapers first?”

“Yes,” I said. “Please.”

“We can do this, uhm, in my bedroom if you want,” Paige shrugged. “On my bed. Or, right here if you’d rather.”

“Here is good,” Mommy said, motioning towards the open floor between the TV and the couch. “You’ve already polluted this room–I see no reason to stink up your bedroom too. The smell of a dirty diaper–and two of them at that–can linger for a while.”

“So,” Paige said, glancing between the diaper bag and the vacant space on the floor. “Should we just…”

“If you’d both be so kind as to lie down on the floor, we can get these stinky bottoms freshened up. Just follow Clarky’s lead–he’s a bit of an expert on getting his bottom changed, in case you didn’t already know.”

Paige finally cracked, letting out a little giggle as her eyes found mine.

“Laugh it up,” I said, easing myself onto the cool hardwood floor of Paige’s cousin’s apartment. “You’re getting your diaper changed too.”

“Credit where credit is due,” Mommy said, putting the diaper bag on the couch and opening it up. “I imagined that when I came through the door, I’d find the both of you wearing only diapers. And yet you both seem to remain fully clothed.”

“Honestly, I’ve been afraid to,” Paige said. “I’m not sure I’d like what I saw.”

“Ah, see?” Mommy said, pulling two fresh diapers from the bag. “That’s why I’m here. I’ll deal with whatever mess you’ve made so that you don’t have to.”

Paige followed my example, easing herself down to the floor horizontally. I watched her face wince a little as her squishy bottom made contact with the floor.

“Paige?” Mommy asked. “Would you like to be first?”

“Uhm…” She considered this for a moment or two. “No. I think you should change Clark first. I-if it’s okay that I watch…”

“Of course,” Mommy said. “Clarky? I assume you have no objection to that?”

I sighed and shook my head. I felt that classic feeling of humiliation wash over me. How about that–Paige’s first time seeing me without pants on and I was getting my diaper changed? She’d see the pull-up. The chastity. My mess. Well…it’d be interesting to see if she stuck around in my life after this.

Right now, Ava’s on her back too. She’s moaning as an actual man pleasures her.

Meanwhile, Mommy was pulling my pants down my legs, revealing my pull-ups. I couldn’t see what they looked like from my vantage point, but I could see Paige’s face. I watched as she smiled and blushed at the sight. In an almost-whisper, she said: “They’re so…brown.”

Well, they didn’t start brown.

“I’m not going to risk getting any of your icky mess on this beautiful floor,” Mommy said to me, her hand rubbing the front of my pull-up. “So I won’t be pulling these down like they were big-boy pants. But I do believe I can do this…”

She grabbed the side of the pull-up with both hands and tore, easily ripping through the thin cloth strips that held the front and back together. She then did the same on the other side. Now, the pull-up was really no different than an unfastened diaper. With just a tug, she pulled the front of the diaper down between my legs, exposing everything. There was the mess I had made. There was my useless cock, trapped in a metal cage.

And there was Paige, giggling at the whole scene.

“You’d think that Clark would be used to having his little messes exposed to people,” Mommy said. “It’s certainly happened enough. And yet, every single time, he’s still got that nervous little look on his face. It’s really the cutest thing, isn’t it?”

Paige nodded and smiled. “Yeah.”

I quickly decided that I couldn’t watch Paige’s face while Mommy wiped me clean. Her little smirks and giggles were too much for me, and I just couldn’t fathom the kind of judging she was doing as the show went on. I stared up at the ceiling instead.

“So, how did it come to be that both of you managed to fill your diapers? Was it some sort of dare?”

“A pact,” Paige said. “A pinky promise, actually. If, uhm, one of us went, the other would have to.”

“Ah,” Mommy said. “And how soon after that did Clark go and make this mess.”

“Actually, he, uh, kept his pull-up pretty clean up to that point,” Paige said. “And then I’m the one who went first. He probably only used his diaper because I did.”

That was mostly true, though if Paige hadn’t pushed a load into the back of her diaper, I probably would’ve befouled my pull-up sooner or later anyway.

Mommy laughed. “Is my baby a bad influence on you?”

“No,” Paige said. “If anything, he’s been a pretty good influence.”

“So is it safe to assume the ‘date’ portion of this evening went well then?”

I swallowed hard, nervous to hear how Paige would answer that.

“I had a good time tonight…” she said. There was some hesitancy in her voice. And if I could hear it, I was sure Mommy could too.

“But?”

“Well…maybe it wasn’t a date, per se,” Paige shrugged. 

I sighed. Maybe, in another universe, it could’ve been a date. I supposed I put a damper on any romantic possibilities when I continued to be so hung up on Ava. 

“I see,” Mommy said, dragging another damp wipe across my skin. I was sure she had more questions about the situation, but she wasn’t going to put Paige on the spot like that. Instead, she’d probably wait until later, when it was just her and I, to ask them.

The dirty diaper and the copious number of wipes needed to clean off my skin were hauled away. I watched her bundle the diaper nice and tight and set it aside.

“I use a good amount of baby powder when I change Clark,” Mommy said. “Can never be too careful when it comes to rashes. Miss Paige, should I use powder when I get to your bottom?”

“Uhm…do whatever you do to Clark,” she said. “I mean…short of chastity, of course.”

Mommy laughed and nodded. “Noted.”

The expert that Mommy was, a new diaper was unfurled, flattened, and slid under me in what felt like a few seconds. She dusted everything with a thick layer of powder before the front of the diaper was pulled up through my legs. It was only at this point that I realized I was getting a diaper and not another pull-up. Had I failed to show her that I was ready for pull-ups? Or did she only have diapers in the bag?

“All done. Be a good boy and slide back into your pants again for me, Baby. I’m going to take care of Miss Paige now.”

“Y-yes, Mommy.”

Paige giggled at the normalcy of our interactions, though abruptly stopped when she felt Mommy’s hands on her pants.

“I’m going to take these off of you, Miss Paige. Is that okay?”

“Yes,” she said. “Whatever you have to do.”

“Clark,” Mommy said to me as she pulled Paige’s tight pants down her legs. “You didn’t tell me your new friend was also in diapers.”

“Well,” Paige interjected. “Once again, I’d say Clark has been a good influence on me.”

Mommy smiled at this, though she didn’t have anything to say in response. Instead, after Paige’s pants were pulled off and cast aside, Mommy positioned herself between Paige’s legs and went in for a closer inspection of her diaper.

By this time, I was sitting up and reaching for my pants. I told myself I was going to be respectful and try not to watch Paige getting her diaper changed–but I just couldn’t help myself. I turned my head, if only to see what Paige’s filthy diaper looked like, now that it was free of the pants that had imprisoned it all night.

I saw the same thing Mommy did, it seemed. Brown. It wasn’t just the distorted yellowish-brown color of the padding between her legs–it was the color of the filth that had managed to creep out from the diaper’s leg bands and down her thighs.

“Oh my,” Mommy said. “My dear, I’m afraid you had a little bit of a blowout.”

“A…blowout?”

“Some of the contents of your diaper seemed to have escaped.” Mommy reached over and grabbed Paige’s pants again, looking inside of them. Judging by the frown on her face, she didn’t love what she saw. “Miss Paige, these pants are going to need a very thorough washing.”

“Ugh.”

“I can help with that, of course.”

“No, no,” Paige said. “I, uh, can’t ask you to…wash my pants for me.”

“Nonsense,” Mommy said. “I do this all the time. Well, no, I don’t. But I have a very good maid, Marnie, who takes care of things like this for me. I’ve seen her rescue countless numbers of Clark’s onesies that I probably would’ve just thrown out. I’ll have her work her magic on these and then I’ll have Clark return them to you.”

“Well…” Paige laughed and nodded. “If the stain is that bad, I probably would just throw them out. If you think they can be saved, maybe I will let you take them home with you.”

“Good call. Now then, let’s see what’s going on inside this diaper.”

My eyes lingered on Paige a moment longer–long enough so that I could see Paige was looking right back at me. Did she want me to watch, or was she hoping that I would look away? I decided to just guess, opting to give her a little extra privacy. I stood up and waddled away, stepping into my pants again as I did. I was in the room still, but I busied myself with looking around the apartment–basically looking at anything that wasn’t her.

My pants didn’t fit as well with the diaper on as they did with the pull-up. To be expected, I supposed, though it felt a little like a demotion.

Behind me, I could hear the tapes being pulled from Paige’s diaper. I stared at a photo of who I presumed to be Paige’s cousin, holding a bass guitar with an enormous smile on her face. Wait, was that…Dave Grohl? Jeez. I almost felt honored, myself, to just be in the room of the cousin of someone who had met him.

“You squirm too much,” Mommy said to Paige. “Lie still, little girl. It’ll make this a lot easier.”

I couldn’t see the expression on Paige’s face, but I could certainly hear her reaction, a tiny “Buh…” She sounded embarrassed, but she also sounded hungry for more.

The package of wipes was being opened now, and moments later, I could hear Paige letting out a little whimper. Yeah, the feeling of a cool wet wipe on your skin will do that to you. Except, Paige’s little moans and whimpers persisted. I was tempted to look back and see for myself, but I kept my eyes diverted–it felt like the right thing to do. It sounded like Paige was getting some thrills from the feeling of Mommy’s hand wiping her private areas clean.

“See?” Mommy cooed to her. “Isn’t this much better when you aren’t a little wiggle-worm?”

“This is, uhm, good…” Paige said softly. A moment later, she added: “You do this for Clark everyday?”

“Every diaper,” Mommy said.

“Yeah, okay,” Paige said. “That makes sense. If I got treated like this all the time, I’d want to be a big baby forever too.”

I felt my cheeks blushing while Mommy laughed to herself. This was probably the best case scenario, all things considered. Paige was not only okay with my lifestyle, but she might even be coveting it.

“Have you ever slept in a nursery before?” Mommy asked. I could hear her balling up the old diaper now, before grabbing the fresh one to unfold it between Paige’s legs.

“Uh, not recently,” Paige chuckled.

“Would you like to?”

My eyes widened.

“R-really?”

“Well, I should probably get that big baby home soon,” Mommy said, likely pointing at me. “You’re welcome to join us if you’d like.”

“Oh, gosh,” Paige said. “I…dunno. Wouldn’t that be weird? And, I mean, I have work tomorrow and…”

“I’ll get you to wherever you need to go,” Mommy said. “And it doesn’t have to be weird. But I see a little baby girl in front of me, and I can’t bring myself to leave her behind tonight. I’d love it if you joined us.”

The diaper’s tapes were being pulled open now, and the fresh padding was being secured around Paige’s bottom. I felt like I could look now, so I spun around. What I saw was Paige looking up at Mommy with a big smile on her face. “Y-yes, please,” she said. “I’d love that.”

[D503]

Nice update! Love seeing the Paige arc.