My New Mommy: Updated November 21, 2022

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This is a gentle, and hopefully realistic (for a diaper story) about a sweet DMLB between two friends who want to grow old together while keeping the youthful flame.   While there will be domestic discipline, it will not cross into punishment porn or spanking.   Just a story about an awkward man who has given up his independence for the chance to be loved and cared for like a toddler.

The Question

It was right at the cusp of our new relationship when Michelle asked, “So what are you into?”

It is the question that every AB/DL fears.  Do I tell her the truth, and hope she still accepts me?  Or do I brush it off, and hope to broach the subject another day?

In truth, it was my fear of answering that specific question that kept me from ever getting married or having many girlfriends.   I was just too afraid of the ultimate rejection to even come to the plate.

It wasn’t like I was alone, because I had several friends, but none had crossed over into something intimate.   And Michelle wasn’t all that different.  While the intimacy of our relationship was new, I had known Michelle for a very long time.  Long enough to remember when Jessica, her 18-year-old daughter started kindergarten.  However, in all those years, Michelle and I hadn’t even slept in the same bedroom.

It wasn’t a sudden “When Harry Met Sally,” type of moment that caused us to come together.  There were a series of circumstances that pushed us closer.   Michelle, after years in a loveless marriage, had finally divorced.  Once Jessica graduated from high school, Michelle decided it was time to leave a marriage that had long since died.   She and her ex had slept in separate rooms for most of the last fifteen years.  I was forced into early retirement due to limited eyesight, not being able to drive, and limited mobility due to leg pain.

I was going to have knee surgery, and I needed a place to recover.  Michelle took control and decided that I should move in with her, at least temporarily.  With her being freshly divorced, and I needed somebody to take care of me, we realized we loved each other dearly and wanted to be together.

And the fact is, I needed her much more than she needed me.   I bit my lip, which is always a sign of nerves.  Michelle looked at me calmly and asked, “What is it?  I can tell you’re nervous.”   Her voice was calm and reassuring.

I started, “It’s, um, uh,” my stammer gets particularly bad when I’m nervous, or flustered.  I took a breath and said, “I wear diapers.”  In my mind, this could go one of two ways.  The first was ultimate acceptance, and even a desire to fully participate in my desires.  The second was a complete rejection of everything and leaving me forever.  There was no middle ground when I was in little space.

Michelle looked confused and asked, ‘You mean like you’re incontinent.  That’s ok, my dad had that problem too.”

I shook my head and said, “It’s not that.   I like to wear diapers.”

“What? Why?”

“I don’t know.  It just kind of makes me comfortable.”

“How long have you felt like that?”

I answered, “Pretty much all of my life.  I always wanted to wear diapers, and when I became an adult, I would buy them and wear them.   I pretty much wear them all the time now.”

Michelle asked, “Are you wearing one now?”

I was and had been diapered most of the time that Michelle and I were ever together.  Diapers were my security blanket, and I needed that security when out in public.  I nodded, and Michelle said, “Show me.”

I got up from the table, pulled down my pants and underwear, and then reveal the plastic pants.  I pulled those out discreetly and revealed the top of a Crinklz Aquanaut disposable diaper.   She replied, “That’s like a baby’s diaper.  Is that what you like?”  I could only nod.

She then asked, “Do you use them?  Do you pee in them?”

I nodded and answered.  “Yes.”

“How about poop?”

I blushed and said, “Sometimes, but not very often.”

She looked confused and asked, “When was the last time you pooped in your diaper?”

I sheepishly answered, “Last Saturday.”

“Was it an accident?”

“Not really.  I usually do that in the toilet.”

Our conversation trailed off, and we moved on to other topics.  While it wasn’t the clear rejection that I feared, it wasn’t the complete acceptance that I dreamed of.  Michelle seemed curious but did not indicate that she liked, or even accepted this part of me.  And I took that ambiguity as rejection.  In my mind, Michelle didn’t like me wearing diapers.

One week later, I was with Michelle again.  This was right after I moved in and was just before my surgery.   I had moved into my room, and Michelle wanted to take me to dinner.  I wasn’t sure what would happen when we got home, and if we would end up sleeping with each other.  Since I thought Michelle didn’t like me wearing a diaper, and I feared it would kill the mood, I decided to leave the diaper off.  It would be the first time in a while since I had been in public without the benefit of protection, but I didn’t want to upset Michelle.

Michelle squeezed around my diaper area.  I didn’t realize what she was doing and wondered if it was gentle flirting, but then she said, “You aren’t wearing a diaper?”

“Yeah, I decided not to.”

There was this awkward pause, and then Michelle asked, “Why?  I thought you felt better in diapers.”

It was a decisive moment, and my stammer exposed my fear.  “I do, but I thought you didn’t like them.”

“What gave you that idea?”

“Ah- I don’t know.  It just felt like you thought it was weird.”

“It is weird, but why does that matter?”

I didn’t have an answer, so Michelle continued, “Would you feel more comfortable in a diaper?”

I didn’t answer, which Michelle took as confirmation, and she said, “Go and put your diaper on, and then we can go out.”

[Kaleros]

This story is looking good so far. I wonder how the dynamic between the main character and Michelle will turn out.

[spark]

1 hour ago, Kaleros said:

This story is looking good so far. I wonder how the dynamic between the main character and Michelle will turn out.

Thank you

Obviously, the story is a bit tame (and boring) so far, but it the dynamic will grow.

[BabySofia]

Good start!

[spark]

Losing Independence

Now that I knew Michelle didn’t care that I wore a diaper, I felt more comfortable wearing it around her.   I was still discreet though and didn’t flaunt it.  It was just like it was before she knew about them, but Michelle started to pay more attention to my diapers.

I was having knee surgery, which was part of the reason that I moved in with her.  As we left, she put her hand around my crotch.  I looked at her quizzically and she said, “Just checking.”  It was a subtle hint that she wanted me to have my ‘protection’ on.   She felt my diaper again when we got back home and realized it was wet.  She asked, “Do you need help with your diaper?”  It was the first time that she had ever hinted at the condition of my diaper.

I was tempted to say “Yes,” but I was still too nervous about it to allow that.   I told her, “I can take care of it.”

I spent most of the next week at her house, which was now my home, recuperating from the surgery.  I could walk, but not very far, and of course, I was wearing diapers the whole time.  And then on a Friday night, four days after the surgery, we were watching a movie in her living room.  Jessica had gone out with friends, so it was just the two of us.   And since it was towards the end of the day, my diaper had gotten quite wet.  I was holding off changing it until I went to bed.   Michelle put her hand around my waist and felt the squishiness of my wet diaper.

“Oh, my goodness, you’ve soaked your diaper.”

It was a little humiliating when she noticed that I wet my diaper, which was a big turn-on.  I blushed and said, “Yeah, I think I should change before we watch the movie.”

I was about to get up when she pulled me back and said, “Do you want me to change your diaper?”

I was massively turned on, but my reaction to arousal is to turtle.  It’s not that I don’t want to have sex, but it was always initiated by the woman.   I couldn’t initiate the physical intimacy.   This was no different, and I sheepishly said, “If you want.”

Michelle could tell that I was aroused and pushed the needle further.  In a strong maternal tone, she asked, “If I want to ‘what’?”

I could barely speak.  “You know, change me.”

By now Michelle knew I was about to burst, and she said, “Change what?  What do you need me to change?”

I realized I was going to have to say ‘diaper.’  I said, “the diaper.”

“Whose diaper?”

“My diaper.”

“Oh, you need me to change your diaper.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Then you’re going to have to ask me.”

By now I was feeling like a small child, and completely melting in her hands.  “Can you change my diaper?”

In a motherly tone, Michelle asked, “What do you say first?”

“Please?”

“Now put it together.”

“Can you please change my diaper?”

“That’s a good boy, but why does a big boy like you, need his diaper changed?  Did you go pee pee in your diaper?”

I nodded and mumbled, “Uh huh.  I had an accident.”

Michelle was using the same mockingly sweet tone, and said, “Baby, that wasn’t an accident.  That’s what diapers are for.   Just tell mommy that you went pee-pee in your diaper.”

By now I was fully erect, and about to blow my wad.   I would say anything she told me. I said, “Mommy, I went pee-pee, can you change my diaper?”

Michelle beamed and said, “what a sweet boy.  Let’s get you to your room so mommy can put you in a fresh new diaper.”   I followed her to my room, and she motioned me to lay on the bed.   I laid down, and immediately started to cum.  Michelle smiled and said, “I think somebody is excited that mommy is changing his diaper.”  She let me finish, and then slowly took off the soaked and sticky diaper.  She took some wipes and cleaned up my crotch.  “Oh, my little man has too much hair down there.  I think mommy is going to have to help clean that up before we do this again.”

She finished taping up my new diaper, and then laid down beside me and said, “It’s mommy’s turn now.”   I immediately went for her pussy, but she showed me her breast.  “No baby, mommy wants you to play with her boobies.  Mommy can take care of her kitty by herself.”

I started to suck her breast, pretending I was breastfeeding.   She used one hand to caress my back and head, while the other was rubbing her pussy.  She had long stopped relying on men for her orgasms and was far more efficient than I could ever be.  She had her orgasm, and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

My diaper was very wet and sticky when I woke up on Saturday morning.  I changed into a fresh diaper, did my morning ritual, and came out for breakfast.  Jessica was up as well, but that didn’t stop Michelle from discreetly checking my diaper.  She whispered, “Dry?”

I nodded, and whispered back, “I changed after I woke up.”   I had no intention of broadcasting to my girlfriend’s 18-year-old daughter that I had a piss and cum filled diaper from a night of cuddling with her mother.

After that, Michelle gradually built on the age play.  It wasn’t just the diapers.   It was little things like fixing my shorts or combing my hair.  She held my hand while we were walking, but she used her palm, which was like what you would do with a small child.  She gently encouraged me to head to bed earlier than I would naturally and said things like you need your sleep.

On Saturday evening she squeezed my diaper again and said, “Oh, you’re pretty wet.  We should change, and I want to take care of the pubic hair.”  It wasn’t necessarily in a maternal tone, but she was the one who was leading the way.

We went into my bedroom, and she washed my crotch and then took an electric razor to shave my pubic hair.

I looked at her and said, “I can do that.”

Michelle sweetly snapped back, “Don’t be silly.  It’s easier if I do it.”  After shaving me, she applied a hair removal cream and said, “We will have to wait about five minutes for that to take effect.”  I soon felt the tingle and smelled the hair being loosened.  After scraping the cream off, she cleaned everything and rubbed baby lotion all over my body.   Michelle then sweetly taped up a new diaper and helped me into my plastic pants.  She asked, “How was that?”

“That was kind of nice.”

She smiled and said, “I thought you would like that.”  We cuddled, and once again she offered up her breast for me to suck.

For the next few days, she only changed my diaper before bed, but she began to build on my sucking instinct.  She would let me suck on her fingers while we were cuddling, and of course, I sucked her boobs every chance I had.  We had another hair removal session on the following Tuesday, and this time she offered me a pacifier while she was shaving and cleaning my pubic hair.  I willingly took the pacifier, which was a sign that I was enjoying the baby treatment, and asked, “Where did you get that?”

“Oh, I bought it online.  Have you ever bought yourself a pacifier?”

I blushed and answered, “A couple of times.”

“Why didn’t you pack it with you?”

I blushed and replied, “I was embarrassed.”

“Well, I think you look cute with it.”

I blushed and mumbled through the pacifier, “Thank you.”  It came out ‘Fank you.”

Michelle woke me up the next morning and squeezed my diaper again.  This time she said, “Oh, it looks like you used up your diaper last night.  Let’s get you changed, and ready to start your day.”

Now, even with this, I was still pretty much just an adult who wore diapers.  While it’s true that Michelle was changing some of my diapers, and sometimes speaking to me like I was a small child, I still felt like an adult and didn’t feel I was losing my independence.  I changed my diaper Wednesday afternoon and did it without any prompting from Michelle.

It was now Thursday morning, and once again, Michelle changed the diaper after I woke up.  She finished taping me up and said, “Since I put this diaper on you, I get to decide when you use the potty or change your diaper.”

I was confused and looked at her.  “Huh?  What do you mean?”

“You need to tell me if you need to use the potty.  Yesterday you changed your diaper without asking me.”   It sounded like she was upset that I didn’t give her the chance to change my diaper.

“I didn’t think I had to. It’s ----”

I was going to say, ‘It’s my diaper,’ but she interrupted.  “You didn’t have to, but now I want you to ask first.”

I was confused, and asked, “Why?”

Michelle was curt, but still sweet and motherly.  “Because I said so.”  It was as though she no longer felt the need to explain or negotiate with me.  I should just accept what she decided, and she didn’t owe me an explanation.  I guess I could have objected at that point, and I’m not sure why I didn’t.   I don’t think I was ready to give up and live as a little child all of the time, but I now realized that’s what she was doing.  However, I just said, “Ok.”

Michelle smiled, and said, “Good boy.  Now let’s get you some breakfast.”

I was wondering if Michelle would cut up my pancakes into tiny pieces, and hand me a child’s spoon.  Hell! I started to wonder if she would make me sit in a highchair, which had been part of my fantasies all those years.  But she didn’t.  It was just a regular breakfast, and I drank my coffee from a coffee mug as I had for my entire adult life.

The coffee worked its way through my body and was taking effect.  I got up and started to head to the bathroom.  Michelle looked up and asked, “Where do think you’re going?”

I guess I wasn’t that annoyed, because I calmly replied, “I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Did you forget to ask me?”

“Oh yeah, can I use the bathroom?”

“Is it pee, or poop?”

“I need to sh-,” I was about to say ‘shit,’ but I stopped myself, “Poo.”

“Ok.  Do you need any help with the diaper?”

I shook my head and said, “No, I can manage.”

The same scene played out on Friday morning, but this time Michelle didn’t give me the choice.

[justforfun]

I'm enjoying this!  Only suggestion might be to slow down, add more details around the events, build the characters, etc.  Or not. 

[aldl4811]

Really enjoy this so far

[spark]

1 hour ago, justforfun said:

I'm enjoying this!  Only suggestion might be to slow down, add more details around the events, build the characters, etc.  Or not. 

Thank you for the feedback.   I'm building Michelle's character mostly through her dialogue and actions while staying a little coy with her motive because Mark (the unnamed narrator) doesn't know her motives yet.   The title gives away the ending, but I'm hoping the journey will be worth it.

As for the pacing: they are both over 50, and the narrator is closer to sixty.   They are both trying to find out if this is what they want for the rest of their lives, and at an age where once they figure out what they want for the rest of their lives- they want the rest of their lives to begin as soon possible.   Couples who get together in '50s tend move fast.

Unfortunately, I do agree that I might have rushed a couple of events in the story.  I've tried to write versions of this story a couple of times, and sometimes I get bogged down in mundane details.   I don't think I rushed the initial diaper change, nor did I rush the shaving of the pubic hair.  I don't intend this to be soft-level porn, so there won't be detailed descriptions of her breast, and that's all he has seen so far.

I also want to thread that line between getting enough detail while understanding that I have to be efficient with my writing.  Writing fiction is cathartic, which is why I do it, but it's emotionally draining.    At night I can respond to post late night, but I can write fiction in the mornings or afternoons.  I try to write after work, and my brain won't give me a voice.  Since my job takes so much of my time from M to F, and I can't write when i get home- I really can only work on this on the weekends.  I want to work my way to the conclusion before I lose my inner-voice (or muse- if you want to call it that).

1 hour ago, aldl4811 said:

Really enjoy this so far

Thank you.   The next part is the biggest part.  It's the part where the narrator moves from 75% adult to 10% adult.   It's already drafted, and Grammarly has given the thumbs up- but I need to run it through the read-aloud to get a feel of how it flows.   That doesn't take long, so I think I can do that on Saturday.

[fireandcrinkles]

17 hours ago, spark said:

Writing fiction is cathartic, which is why I do it, but it's emotionally draining.   

So true!  I have only written one story for this site, but I have others another non- ABDL site, and I totally understand what you mean.   

Thank you for this story.  I am enjoying it the story it is one that appeals to me and some of my ABDL interests.  

[Nika_lb]

2 Chapter?

[spark]

4 hours ago, Nika_lb said:

2 Chapter?

I hope the 3rd chapter is even better received

The first chapter was always set up the two main characters

[dyperaby]

looking forward to the continuation of this story!  ♥

[Eagle0769]

I like your story but am a little confused at how it is playing out. How old is Mommy and Baby? There is an 18 year old girl living in the house is she seeing what her mother is doing with her new baby boy?

[spark]

5 hours ago, Eagle0769 said:

I like your story but am a little confused at how it is playing out. How old is Mommy and Baby? There is an 18 year old girl living in the house is she seeing what her mother is doing with her new baby boy?

From the story, I've halfway defined their ages.   The narrator is retired, but it is early.   I haven't totally defined the age, but he is just under 60.  Michelle has 3 adult children and Jessica is the youngest of the three.   Michelle is about six years younger than narrator, which makes her over 50.   Her other adult children are 25 and 23.

Since this is a first-person limited story, the narrator has no way of knowing what Jessica knows.   So far, all of the major age-play scenes have occurred while Jessica was out of the house, and all of the diaper changes have been in private. 

[Eagle0769]

33 minutes ago, spark said:

From the story, I've halfway defined their ages.   The narrator is retired, but it is early.   I haven't totally defined the age, but he is just under 60.  Michelle has 3 adult children and Jessica is the youngest of the three.   Michelle is about six years younger than narrator, which makes her over 50.   Her other adult children are 25 and 23.

Since this is a first-person limited story, the narrator has no way of knowing what Jessica knows.   So far, all of the major age-play scenes have occurred while Jessica was out of the house, and all of the diaper changes have been in private. 

Thank you for clearing that up for me. 

[spark]

Becoming An Adult Toddler

I guess June 12 could be considered my re-birthday because that’s the day that my life changed.  This was the Friday, the week after my knee surgery.  I was getting better, but still moving slowly.   Michelle woke me up at 7:30, changed my diaper, and then fixed me some breakfast.

After breakfast, I said, “I need to poop.”

Michelle lowered her eyes in a disapproving fashion and said, “that doesn’t sound like you are asking me.  It sounds like you are telling me.”

I was half annoyed, but a little turned on, and said, “Oh yeah, you changed the diaper, so I need permission first.  I wonder if you’ll ever let me change my diaper again.”  

When I was changing my diapers (just a few days earlier), I would wait until they were soaked.  I used the excuse that I wanted to conserve my diapers, but really, it was that I liked the feeling of a soggy diaper.  Michelle was always ready to change my diaper once she noticed it was getting wet, so chances were that she would be changing them from now on.

Michelle grinned.  It might have been from her joy, but I think it was an evil grin once she realized that I was falling into her trap.   She said, “I’ll make you a deal.  If you ask to change your diaper before I notice that it is wet, I’ll let you change your diaper.”

I nodded, “It’s a deal.”

Under her breath, Michelle mouthed, “but I don’t think you will.”

I ignored the sly comment and asked, “can I use the bathroom?  I need to poop.”  I guess I was still trying to hold on to adult-level dignity, but I feared that ship had sailed.  I was a fifty-eight-year-old man asking for his girlfriend’s permission to poop in the potty.

Michelle replied, “I think you should, but let me help you.”

I wonder what would have happened if I strongly objected.   I wasn’t a little kid, and I didn’t need help using the potty.   But this had been a fantasy of mine for the last thirty years, so I only offered mild objections.

“Why?  I’ve pulled my diaper off and on tons of times.”

“I know, but you’ve got physical therapy after this, and I’m sure you don’t want to leak.”

I sneered, “Ok.”  I’m not sure if Michelle thought that I was acting like a petulant teenager, but she stayed silent, took my hand, and led me to the bathroom.

Once we got there, I went to undo my shorts, but Michelle swatted my hands away and did it herself.   Fortunately, I don’t have anything that resembles hips, so my diaper easily lowered, and I did my business in the toilet.   Pooping in front of your new girlfriend might be difficult for some people, but one of the side effects of my medicine is loose bowel movements.  So, I don’t have any difficulty pooping when it’s time to go.   It’s pretty much: get into position, open the hatch, and drop the payload.  This is especially true in the morning.

Michelle remarked, “Well, that didn’t take long.  You really did have to go.”

“Yeah, a fiber-rich diet and Metformin make it quick.”  It was strange talking to your girlfriend about your morning bowel movement, but that’s where I was.   And I already realized Michelle was about to become intimately familiar with my poop schedule.

At least she let me wipe myself, which was a relief.  I wasn’t ready to have Michelle wipe my butt.  She said, in a slightly mocking way, “Good job.  I love that you are trying to be my big boy.”  She pulled my diaper back in place and then combed my hair. “Let’s get you ready for physical therapy.”

Michelle dropped me off at physical therapy, but she had a meeting after that, so Jessica took me home.   Riding in the passenger seat with a new young driver on the freeway can be a little harrowing.  I used the imaginary brake pedal on the passenger side many times, but we did make it home in one piece.

Any hope of changing my diaper myself was quashed after Michelle checked my diaper, and it was squishy.  I knew it was wet, but I had a few more hours before I would have changed it.   She grinned and said, “You’re wet, so it is time to change your diaper.”

After that, she fixed us lunch, and then I had a short nap.   After my nap, I went to a movie with her twenty-five-year-old son, Mike.   I don’t know if Michelle convinced Mike to take me to a movie, or if Mike wanted to hang out with me.   I know Michelle wanted the two of us to get to know each other, but I also wonder if she used that as an excuse to get me out of the house.

Whatever it was, we had a nice time.  It wasn’t a great movie, but it wasn’t bad either.  After the movie, we went to a bar; Mike and I had a nice conversation while having a beer.   Before this, I wondered if Mike resented me, but Mike was happy for us.  Mike said, “I’m glad that you two are together, because mom looks really happy, and she hasn’t been happy for a long time.”

It was just past six, and Michelle fixed a nice dinner.  Jessica was out with friends, so it was just the two of us.  We both had some wine, and then we started to cuddle.  And then the age-play began!  My memory is a little hazy because I was in a fog through most of it. The next thing I remember was heading to the bathroom for my bath.

I was undressed, and then she used a hot washcloth to wipe my body.  She took out the electric razor and shaved my entire body.  It wasn’t just my pubic hair.  She shaved my under-arm hair, my arm hair, and my leg hair.   She applied the hair-removal cream, and then shaved my face while the hair-removal cream was activating.  The only hair left was on top of my head.

She filled the tub with some bubble bath and handed me a toy submarine.  I couldn’t help myself and started to play with the bubbles.  I asked, “Do you want to join me?” 

It was a feeble attempt to retain my adult status in the foreplay, but Michelle put her finger on my lips and said, “Shush baby, just let mommy bathe you.”

She took me out of the tub and brought me to my bedroom, but my room had completely changed.  There used to be a vanity.  Now in its place was a padded table with a hand-held shower fixture.  It was a changing table!   I looked over to the bed, and saw a railing on three sides, and realized it was now a crib.  My bedroom was now an adult-sized nursery!

This was a fantasy coming to life, and I was helpless to my desires. Michelle could do anything she wanted.   She put a pacifier in my mouth, and then massaged baby lotion over my entire body.  I smelled like lavender and baby powder, and I was silky smooth.  My penis stiffened, so Michelle gently caressed it while the lotion absorbed into my skin.  I fully climaxed, and then she cleaned everything and taped me into a clean diaper.  She put me into a baby blue onesie and lay next to me in the crib.  She propped my head against her chest and held a baby bottle against my lips.  “Drink this up for mommy, it will help you sleep.”

It was a mixture of milk mixed with cacao powder, protein powder, and some fruits.  I think it included some prune juice and bananas.  After I finished the bottle, Michelle exposed her breast and gently pushed my head toward it.  I latched on and she started to rock while I sucked on her boob.   She sang softly and I closed my eyes.  I vaguely remember her saying, “You’re such a good baby.  Go to sleep, and before you know it mommy will be back.  Stay here until mommy gets you.”

I could still see some sunlight peeking through the blinds after she left.  It couldn’t have been much past eight o’clock, and it might have been closer to 7:30.

[Sweet Baby Katie]

Thank you for a loving account of the hoped for salvation of all of us older ABs.  I hope the Muse continues to visit you.

[spark]

2 hours ago, Sweet Baby Katie said:

Thank you for a loving account of the hoped for salvation of all of us older ABs.  I hope the Muse continues to visit you.

You're welcome.  Most of the ABDL fiction tends to have characters, but the redemption story of an older AB who finds the mommy that he wants to grow old with (btw that's biological age and not mental age).

[wetdiaper55]

great story I can,t wait for more

[Nia]

Thanks for all the writing. It's a great story

[Eagle0769]

So far, this story is a life story. I'm much older than Mike and time is running out.

Keep praying that I can find someone who will finish my bucket list.

On another note, I love this story but as I read it, I go back to other stories, on this site

and they do not end well. I hope Michelle and Mike are heading for what Mike wanted

and Micelle's children approve.

 

[spark]

9 hours ago, Eagle0769 said:

So far, this story is a life story. I'm much older than Mike and time is running out.

Keep praying that I can find someone who will finish my bucket list.

On another note, I love this story but as I read it, I go back to other stories, on this site

and they do not end well. I hope Michelle and Mike are heading for what Mike wanted

and Micelle's children approve.

 

Thank you for that.  FTR-Michelle is based on a person that I know, and am a good friend (not my girlfriend).    It might surprise you,  but Mark's character is based pretty well?

I'm hoping I hold up my end of the bargain, and keep the story nice and enjoyable.   That's essentially the point of the story,   BTw- Mike is Michelle's, and the narrator is Mark.  It's meant to be a grow old with me type of story, with a unique twist to it.

The next few chapters are the climax of the story.   The draft of the next day is already on paper, but I'm still crafting the paragraphs to fix the clunky bits.

I also had written the next part, which leads to the Sunday.   But it is crap.   I'm trying to share Mark's thoughts after 24 hours of his new life, but not make it an awkward and clunky info drop.

I'm also trying to maintain the line between realism, and 'fantasy'.   The challenge is to elegantly deal with Michelle's adult children and the baby treatment.   Personally, I think the most realistic way that a couple like Mark and Michelle would deal with this would be to be fairly discreet around their children.  That's just a story about two older adults having kinky sex, and that's not the tone that I want with this story.  The story is about Michelle helping Mark get comfortable with being Mark, while at the same time fulfilling an emotional need because her children were now adults.  I'm hoping that comes across in the upcoming chapters.  At least in the rough draft, I'm comfortable with how I've written it.

The good news is that I storyboarded (in my head) the part that was giving me trouble, as well as a transition to the penultimate episode.   I've been storyboarding the conclusion for a few days.

I try to keep my installments to 1,000-1,500 words.   I'm at 9,200 words right now, and I think it was 

I have no plans this weekend, so I'll be watching football and writing this story.

[wetdiaper55]

I will be watching football too, and thinking about this  story,

[Eagle0769]

10 hours ago, spark said:

Thank you for that.  FTR-Michelle is based on a person that I know, and am a good friend (not my girlfriend).    It might surprise you,  but Mark's character is based pretty well?

I'm hoping I hold up my end of the bargain, and keep the story nice and enjoyable.   That's essentially the point of the story,   BTw- Mike is Michelle's, and the narrator is Mark.  It's meant to be a grow old with me type of story, with a unique twist to it.

The next few chapters are the climax of the story.   The draft of the next day is already on paper, but I'm still crafting the paragraphs to fix the clunky bits.

I also had written the next part, which leads to the Sunday.   But it is crap.   I'm trying to share Mark's thoughts after 24 hours of his new life, but not make it an awkward and clunky info drop.

I'm also trying to maintain the line between realism, and 'fantasy'.   The challenge is to elegantly deal with Michelle's adult children and the baby treatment.   Personally, I think the most realistic way that a couple like Mark and Michelle would deal with this would be to be fairly discreet around their children.  That's just a story about two older adults having kinky sex, and that's not the tone that I want with this story.  The story is about Michelle helping Mark get comfortable with being Mark, while at the same time fulfilling an emotional need because her children were now adults.  I'm hoping that comes across in the upcoming chapters.  At least in the rough draft, I'm comfortable with how I've written it.

The good news is that I story boarded (in my head) the part that was giving me trouble, as well as a transition to the penultimate episode.   I've been story boarding the conclusion for a few days.

I try to keep my installments to 1,000-1,500 words.   I'm at 9,200 words right now, and I think it was 

I have no plans this weekend, so I'll be watching football and writing this story.

It will be hard to keep this a secret from her adult children because now he has a nursery.

I'm sure the young 18 year old living at home will be curious about Mark's room being closed

or maybe even locked where it wasn't before.

The only sex I read was when she was giving him a bath (another dream come true) and she

rubbed lotion into his penis and he came nothing kinky about that.

BTW what does  FTR in FTR-Michelle mean I'm not good at abrivations or spelling sorry.

Your writing is great I read your stories a few times in case I miss something.

I like the idea of treating Mark to be comfortable with himself wearing the diaper and the

part were she wants to treat him like a mommy bc her children are older and left the nest. I

hope she is the mommy who I wish I could meet. "-)

[spark]

13 hours ago, Eagle0769 said:

It will be hard to keep this a secret from her adult children because now he has a nursery.

I'm sure the young 18 year old living at home will be curious about Mark's room being closed

or maybe even locked where it wasn't before.

The only sex I read was when she was giving him a bath (another dream come true) and she

rubbed lotion into his penis and he came nothing kinky about that.

BTW what does  FTR in FTR-Michelle mean I'm not good at abrivations or spelling sorry.

Your writing is great I read your stories a few times in case I miss something.

I like the idea of treating Mark to be comfortable with himself wearing the diaper and the

part were she wants to treat him like a mommy bc her children are older and left the nest. I

hope she is the mommy who I wish I could meet. "-)

FTR- For the record.

BTW- By the way.   In my job I use acronyms all the time, and throw them out in the company of 'muggles' (people not in the same specialty) and forget that people don't know what they are.

The sex is tame, and more alluded to than a graphic description.   He has gotten to suck on Michelle's boobs as well.

The good news is that I'm literally doing nothing this weekend, and likely will be able to make another installment tomorrow.   Depending on how the drafting goes, I might be able to release another installment on Sunday.