Jacob's Apartment Hunting Dilemma

[mikeyw2001]

This is a story that I'm working on using ChatGPT...I've had a lot of fun asking chatGPT for new takes on some of my existing favorite stories. This one is inspired by Babydoc's Room and Board

Chapter 1

Jacob stood at the doorstep of an old, well-kept house nestled between two towering oak trees. The autumn leaves crunched under his feet as he shifted nervously, glancing down at the address again. He had been searching for an apartment in this bustling college town for weeks, but everything was either too expensive or already taken. This place, owned by Mrs. Williams, was his last hope.  

The door creaked open, revealing a tall, elderly woman with sharp eyes and silver-gray hair pulled into a neat bun. Her clothes were pressed to perfection, and there was an air of precision in the way she held herself, as if every move she made was calculated and deliberate.

"You're Jacob, I presume," she said without much warmth, motioning him inside. 

"Yes, ma’am," Jacob replied, stepping in, his sneakers squeaking slightly against the polished hardwood floor.

The inside of the house was as meticulous as Mrs. Williams herself. The furniture, though dated, was pristine, and everything seemed to have its place. Jacob noticed the rich smell of wood polish in the air and felt the weight of her eyes on him as they walked through the narrow hallway.

Mrs. Williams led him into a cozy living room and gestured for him to sit on an antique armchair. She remained standing, arms crossed, studying him closely.

"I've had a lot of renters over the years, Jacob," she began, "and let me tell you, I’m very particular about who stays under my roof. My furniture is precious to me, and so is my peace of mind. I expect you to respect both."

Jacob nodded eagerly, hoping to make a good impression. "Of course, ma’am. I’ll be careful."

She gave a slow, deliberate nod but didn’t sit down. "The room is furnished, and it comes with a brand-new mattress. I expect it to stay that way—clean and without damage. You’re young, so I have to ask…" She paused, her sharp eyes narrowing. "Have you ever wet the bed?"

Jacob froze, the question catching him completely off guard. His face flushed with embarrassment, and he shifted awkwardly in his seat. He could feel his palms starting to sweat. 

"I, um, I haven’t in a long time," he admitted, swallowing hard. "But I did when I was younger."

Mrs. Williams raised an eyebrow, clearly not pleased with his answer. She walked slowly around the room, her fingers brushing against the back of the sofa as she pondered her next words.

“I don’t want any accidents here,” she said finally, her tone matter-of-fact. “I take great pride in my home, and I can’t afford to be replacing mattresses because of some... oversight. So, if I’m going to rent this room to you, Jacob, there will have to be some precautions.”

Jacob’s heart raced as he watched her turn toward him, her eyes cold and businesslike. "What do you mean by that?" he asked cautiously. 

“I’ll rent you the room,” she continued, “but only if you agree to wear thick diapers to bed each night.”

Jacob’s mouth fell open, but words seemed to fail him. He could barely process what she had just said. Diapers? At his age? He felt a lump form in his throat.

"I—" he stammered, unsure of how to respond. His mind raced between disbelief and a desperate need for a place to stay.

Mrs. Williams tilted her head, waiting for him to respond. "It's up to you, Jacob. You can leave, or you can agree to my terms. I'm perfectly happy leaving the room empty this school year. But under no circumstances will I have a bedwetter rent my room without taking the necessary precautions."

Jacob’s face burned, but he nodded slowly. “Okay,” he muttered. “I’ll do it.”

Mrs. Williams smiled, but it wasn’t a warm smile. It was the smile of someone who had gotten exactly what they wanted.

Chapter 2:

The sun had long since set, casting long shadows across the room as Jacob sat on the edge of his new bed. The room itself was quaint, with floral wallpaper that seemed like it hadn’t been updated since the 1970s, and an old wooden dresser that creaked when you opened the drawers. The bed, at least, was comfortable, though Jacob couldn’t stop staring at the neatly folded diaper Mrs. Williams had left on the dresser for him after dinner.

He had tried to forget about their strange arrangement throughout the day, distracting himself by unpacking his few belongings and setting up for classes. But now, as he stared at the diaper she’d insisted on, the reality of the situation hit him. This wasn’t a joke. He had agreed to this, and now he had to follow through.

A light knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Jacob," Mrs. Williams' voice came through the door, steady and calm. "It's getting late. I trust you've put on your diaper for the night?"

Jacob swallowed hard. “Uh, yeah, I was just about to.”

Mrs. Williams opened the door without waiting for an invitation, stepping inside with that same composed expression. She glanced at the diaper still untouched on the dresser, then back at Jacob with a look that clearly said she didn’t appreciate being lied to.

“Let’s not waste time, Jacob,” she said briskly, picking up the diaper and handing it to him. “You agreed to this, remember?”

Jacob nodded quickly, avoiding her gaze as he took the diaper from her hands. He unfolded it awkwardly, feeling the thick padding and crinkly plastic between his fingers. His heart pounded in his chest as he turned his back to her, hoping for a little privacy.

Mrs. Williams didn’t leave.

With a deep breath, Jacob laid the diaper on the bed and began trying to position it, fumbling with the tapes as he clumsily tried to fasten it around himself. The padding felt strange and bulky between his legs, and he couldn’t seem to get the tapes right. The whole process was more difficult than he’d imagined.

Mrs. Williams watched him for a moment, her lips pursed in disapproval. Finally, she sighed.

"Jacob, stop," she said, walking over to him. "You're doing it all wrong. This is exactly why I was concerned."

She stepped closer, taking a close look at the diaper as if he were a child incapable of dressing himself. Jacob lay there, naked from the waist down with only a diaper to cover up his privates, humiliated, as she inspected his attempt, shaking her head at the mess he had made.

"This won't do at all," she muttered. "If the diaper isn’t secure, it’ll come right off, and then we’ll have the very problem I’m trying to avoid."

Jacob felt his face flush a deep shade of red as she motioned for him to lie back down on the bed. He hesitated, unsure of what to do, but her stern expression left no room for argument.

"Lie down, Jacob," she ordered, her voice leaving no room for negotiation. "I'll take care of it myself."

He obeyed, lying back on the mattress as she unfolded the diaper with practiced ease. The room was painfully silent except for the rustle of plastic as Mrs. Williams went about her task with the precision of someone who had done this many times before.

She lifted his legs without hesitation, sliding the diaper underneath him with a practiced hand. Jacob’s mortification deepened as she sprinkled baby powder on his bottom and then all over the front of his diaper area. She proceeded to pull the diaper snugly around his waist, securing it tightly with the tapes on both sides. Her hands worked quickly, as if she had been expecting this outcome all along.

"There," she said, stepping back to admire her work. "That’s how it should be done. It should stay in place throughout the night now."

Jacob didn’t dare look her in the eyes as he sat up, feeling the bulkiness of the diaper around him. He felt small, childish, and utterly humiliated, but Mrs. Williams seemed satisfied. She gave him a curt nod.

"Remember, Jacob," she said, her voice softer now but still firm, "this is for your benefit as much as mine. I expect this will be a nightly routine, and I don’t want any fuss about it."

With that, she left the room, closing the door behind her with a quiet click. Jacob sat there, feeling the weight of the situation settle over him. It was only his first night, but it already felt like he was in over his head.

[DiaperedMan85]

Room and Board is one of my favorite stories. This has had a great start.

[mikeyw2001]

Chapter 3:

The morning sunlight crept through the thin curtains of Jacob’s room, casting soft shadows on the walls. He stirred slightly, blinking as he slowly woke up, unsure of what had pulled him from sleep. As his eyes began to focus, he became aware of a strange sensation—something wasn’t quite right.

Suddenly, he felt a hand tugging at the waistband of his diaper.

Jacob’s eyes shot open, and his heart skipped a beat as he realized Mrs. Williams was standing over him, her face calm but focused. She pulled back the edge of his diaper and gave a small nod, as though she had just confirmed something.

"You're wet," Mrs. Williams said matter-of-factly, her voice devoid of any surprise. "Just as I suspected."

Jacob’s face flushed with embarrassment, and he shifted uncomfortably beneath the thick, sodden diaper. He hadn’t even realized it had happened, but now he felt the cold dampness clinging to him and the thickness between his legs.

"I—" he began to protest, but Mrs. Williams silenced him with a wave of her hand.

"Now, now," she said, her voice adopting that same authoritative tone she had used the night before. "No need to be embarrassed. This is exactly why you're wearing a diaper, Jacob. It's there to protect the mattress and make sure you stay dry, even if you have an accident."

Jacob could barely find his voice as she moved swiftly, grabbing a fresh diaper from the drawer and setting it down beside him. She seemed completely unbothered, as though this was all perfectly normal.

“I can handle it myself...and I certainly don't need another diaper!” Jacob exclaimed, trying to regain some control of the situation.

Mrs. Williams frowned at him, shaking her head. "Clearly, you’re not quite ready to handle this on your own." she replied. "Last night’s little attempt proved that...nor are you ready for undies from the looks of it,."

Before he could argue further, she was already moving, pulling back the blankets and motioning for him to lie back down. "Now, let’s get you cleaned up before you leak all over my sheets."

Jacob hesitated, feeling an overwhelming sense of helplessness. But Mrs. Williams wasn’t giving him a choice. With a firm but gentle hand, she began undoing the tapes on his wet diaper, pulling it away from his skin with a practiced ease. The air was cool against his damp skin, making the situation all the more uncomfortable.

As she wiped him clean with baby wipes, she spoke in a calm, almost soothing tone. “This is nothing to be ashamed of, Jacob. Wetting the bed happens. That’s why I insisted on the diaper in the first place. Now, just relax. I’ve done this more times than I can count.”

Jacob lay there, mortified, as she continued wiping him down, treating him more like a small child than a college student. When she was satisfied that he was clean, she lifted his legs, sliding a fresh, thick diaper underneath him. The sound of the crinkling plastic echoed in the quiet room.

“There we go,” she said, fastening the tapes securely around his waist. “Nice and snug. This diaper will keep you dry today, in case you have another accident.”

Jacob’s face burned, but he didn’t dare argue as she pulled the blankets back over him, smoothing them down with care. She stood up and crossed her arms, looking down at him with a satisfied expression.

“From now on, Jacob,” she continued, “I’ll be checking your diaper every morning. If you're wet, I’ll change you. If you manage to stay dry, well, then we’ll see if you’re ready to handle it yourself or for big boy undies. But for now, I’ll be in charge of making sure your diaper is properly secured.”

Jacob nodded weakly, not trusting himself to speak.

Mrs. Williams patted his leg before heading toward the door. “I’ll have breakfast ready soon.”

With that, she left the room, leaving Jacob lying there, his new diaper snugly wrapped around him. He stared at the ceiling, trying to process what had just happened. His first night had been bad enough, but now, with Mrs. Williams treating him like a toddler who needed diapers full time, Jacob wondered if he had made a terrible mistake in moving in here.

[Diapered Dave]

great so far !!

[mikeyw2001]

Chapter 4:

Jacob sat on the edge of his bed for a few moments after Mrs. Williams left, the crinkling of his fresh diaper reminding him of just how absurd his situation had become. He could hardly believe that he had let this happen—that he had agreed to these bizarre terms. But there he was, freshly diapered like a toddler, in a house that felt more like a strict nursery than a place for a college student. 

He steeled himself, deciding that enough was enough. He wasn’t going to spend the day in a diaper, no matter what Mrs. Williams said. He stood up, the diaper crinkling loudly with every movement, and headed downstairs, ready to confront her.

Mrs. Williams was already in the kitchen when he entered, standing by the stove with a spatula in hand. The smell of scrambled eggs filled the room, and a plate with toast and butter sat waiting on the table.

"Good morning, Jacob," she said without looking up. "Go ahead and sit down. Breakfast is almost ready."

Jacob hesitated at the doorway, taking a deep breath before speaking. "Mrs. Williams, I—I can't wear this all day," he said, his voice tense as he gestured to the diaper beneath his pajama pants. "It’s bad enough at night, but during the day? It’s humiliating."

Mrs. Williams calmly turned off the stove, placing the spatula on the counter before turning to face him, her expression unreadable. “Jacob, we discussed this,” she said, her voice even but firm. “The diapers are necessary, especially after what happened last night. Clearly, you need them.”

Jacob’s face flushed with frustration. "But that was just one night! I’m not a kid. I don’t need to be treated like this—like I’m some kind of… toddler!"

Mrs. Williams stepped closer, folding her arms across her chest. “You’re behaving like one right now,” she said coolly. “And that’s exactly why I think wearing a diaper during the day is a good idea—for now. Until you’ve proven that you can be responsible.”

Jacob couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “This is insane!” he exclaimed, his voice rising. “I’m not going to class or walking around town in a diaper, Mrs. Williams! This has gone too far!”

Mrs. Williams' eyes narrowed slightly. "Jacob," she said slowly, "I make the rules in this house. And if you want to continue living here, you will follow them. Now, I’m not going to argue with you all morning. You will wear your diaper today, and you will continue to wear it until I decide otherwise. Understood?"

"No," Jacob shot back, his frustration boiling over. "This isn’t fair! I’m not a little kid. You can’t force me to do this."

Mrs. Williams' face hardened at his defiance, and she took a slow step forward, her gaze never leaving his. "I see you’re in the mood to be naughty this morning," she said, her voice sharp. “I had hoped you’d understand your place here without having to be punished, but clearly, that’s not the case.”

Jacob felt a chill run down his spine at her words. “Punished?” he repeated, incredulous. “What are you talking about?”

Mrs. Williams' eyes flashed with authority. "If you insist on behaving like a naughty child, then I will treat you like one. That includes punishments for disobedience. Now, I’m going to give you one more chance to change your attitude, Jacob. Sit down, eat your breakfast, and accept that you're going to be wearing diapers, or I’ll be forced to take more drastic measures.”

Jacob clenched his fists, struggling to hold back the urge to yell. “You’re treating me like a baby!” he snapped. “This is ridiculous!”

Mrs. Williams sighed, clearly disappointed. "Very well," she said, her tone cold. "You’ve made your choice, Jacob. I had hoped we could avoid this, but since you’re intent on acting like a defiant little boy, I’m afraid a punishment is in order."

Before Jacob could respond, Mrs. Williams walked over to a dining room chair and calmly pulled it away from the table, setting it in the middle of the room. She sat down and motioned for Jacob to come over.

“Come here, Jacob,” she said sternly, her eyes locking onto his. "You’ve earned yourself a spanking."

Jacob froze, disbelief washing over him. "A… what?"

"A spanking," Mrs. Williams repeated, her voice steady and authoritative. “You need to understand who’s in charge here, Jacob. You don’t get to throw tantrums and break the rules. Now, come here.”

His heart raced, and he shook his head in disbelief. “You can’t be serious,” he muttered, backing away a step.

“Oh, I’m very serious,” Mrs. Williams said, standing up from the chair, her patience clearly wearing thin. “And the longer you disobey, the worse it’s going to be. Now, come here.”

Jacob stood frozen for a moment, torn between outrage and the very real possibility that she wasn’t bluffing. But before he could make up his mind, Mrs. Williams crossed the room, grabbing him firmly by the wrist and pulling him toward the chair.

“You’ve earned this, Jacob,” she said, sitting back down and guiding him across her lap with surprising strength. “This is what happens when you behave like a naughty little boy who doesn’t respect the rules.”

Jacob could hardly believe what was happening as Mrs. Williams positioned him across her lap, his face burning with humiliation. He squirmed, but she held him firmly in place. He quickly realized she was stronger then him and he wasn't going to be able to escape his punishment. 

“I hope this will be a lesson for you,” she said, her voice calm as she raised her hand. “Because if this behavior continues, Jacob, you’ll find yourself right back over my lap for another spanking until you learn how to behave.”

Without another word, she brought her hand down with a firm smack on the back of his diaper. The thick padding muffled the impact, but the message was clear. This was no longer about rules or diapers—this was about control.

Chapter 5:

Jacob’s heart pounded in his chest as Mrs. Williams brought her hand down again on his padded backside. The thick diaper muffled the sting, but the humiliation of being spanked like a disobedient child was unbearable. He shifted on her lap, trying to squirm free, but Mrs. Williams held him firmly in place.

“This is what happens when you don’t listen, Jacob,” she said sternly, her voice steady and calm as she delivered each swat. “Your behavior has consequences, and this spanking is just the beginning.”

Jacob gritted his teeth, trying to hold back the flood of emotions rising inside him. He couldn’t believe this was happening—he, an 18-year-old college student, being spanked in a thick diaper by an elderly woman. The crinkling of the diaper with every movement only deepened his shame.

Then, without warning, Mrs. Williams paused. Jacob felt her shift slightly, and before he could fully register what was happening, she reached for the waistband of his diaper.

“Clearly, the diaper is cushioning you too much,” she said, her voice sharp. “If you’re going to learn your lesson properly, I’ll need to pull this down.”

Jacob’s eyes widened in panic. “No—Mrs. Williams, please!” he pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation.

But Mrs. Williams was unmoved by his protests. With a firm hand, she pulled down the back of his diaper, exposing his bare skin to the cool air. Jacob’s face flushed a deep red as he lay helpless over her lap, his now-exposed bottom completely vulnerable.

“This is how a proper spanking is given, Jacob,” she said calmly, raising her hand once more. “When you act like a naughty child, you’re punished like one. In this house, that means a spanking on your bare bottom.”

The first swat landed hard on his bare skin, and Jacob couldn’t hold back a small yelp. The stinging sensation was sharp and immediate, so much more intense than when the diaper had protected his bottom. Mrs. Williams continued, delivering each smack with measured precision, ensuring that Jacob felt the full force of the spanking.

“I hope this teaches you to respect the rules,” she said between swats, her voice as calm as ever. “You’ll wear your diaper as I instructed, and you’ll follow my rules without question, or you’ll find yourself right back here, getting another spanking.”

Tears welled in Jacob’s eyes as the spanking continued. Each smack felt like a reminder of just how powerless he was in this situation. The sound of the spanking echoed in the quiet kitchen, mingling with the crinkle of the diaper still loosely wrapped around his waist.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mrs. Williams stopped. She gently pulled the diaper back up over his now-reddened bum, securing it snugly around his waist once again.

“There we go,” she said, smoothing the diaper down as if nothing had happened. “Your spanking is over, but your punishment isn’t quite finished yet.”

Before Jacob could react, Mrs. Williams stood him up, guiding him toward the far corner of the room. She pointed to the corner, her expression stern. “You’ll stand here, in the corner, and think about your behavior. I don’t want to hear a word out of you until I say so.”

Jacob, still reeling from the spanking, hesitated for a moment. But one look at Mrs. Williams’ stern face, and he knew better than to argue. He shuffled awkwardly in his diaper toward the corner, the crinkling sound accompanying every step. His bottom still stung from the spanking, a constant reminder of his humiliation.

He stood in the corner, facing the wall, feeling completely ridiculous. His diaper, snug and thick around him, only added to the feeling of being treated like a child. Mrs. Williams, satisfied with his compliance, returned to the table and began cleaning up the dishes as if nothing unusual had just occurred.

After several minutes of silence, Mrs. Williams spoke again. “You’ll stay in that diaper all day, Jacob. And if I hear any more complaints about it, you can expect another spanking when you get home from class.”

Jacob shifted uncomfortably, feeling the sting of her words almost as much as he had felt the spanking itself. He could still feel the warmth from the punishment on his skin, and the tight embrace of the diaper around his waist served as a constant reminder of his place in this house.

After what felt like an eternity, Mrs. Williams finally gave him permission to leave the corner. “You may go now,” she said, her tone softer but still firm. “Get ready for class. And remember, Jacob, I’ll be checking your diaper when you get home. If you want to go back to big boy undies then I expect it to be dry, understood?”

Jacob nodded meekly, not trusting himself to speak. He shuffled out of the kitchen, his diaper crinkling loudly with each step, still processing the surreal series of events that had just unfolded. As he headed upstairs to get dressed for class, he couldn’t shake the feeling that his time in Mrs. Williams’ house was going to be far more difficult than he had ever imagined.

[aldl4811]

I also love Room and Board, so it's great to have another riff on the idea. Thanks!

[diaprbayb]

🤔

[mikeyw2001]

Chapter 6:

Jacob shuffled down the street, his mind racing. His diaper crinkled with every step, a constant reminder of his humiliating predicament. Even though he had worn baggy jeans to try to hide the bulge, he still felt like everyone passing by could somehow tell. He kept his head down, avoiding eye contact, and prayed that no one would notice.

When he finally reached the lecture hall, he slipped into a seat near the back, grateful to have made it without incident. But the moment he sat down, the diaper pressed awkwardly against him, making him all too aware of its bulk. He shifted in his seat, trying to find a more comfortable position, but every movement caused the diaper to crinkle loudly. 

He glanced around nervously, wondering if anyone had heard. A few students were chatting quietly or looking at their phones, paying no attention to him. Still, Jacob couldn’t shake the feeling that everyone in the room somehow knew. His face flushed as he pulled out his notebook and tried to focus on the professor’s lecture.

The next hour dragged on, each minute more agonizing than the last. Every time he moved, the crinkling seemed louder. He found himself sitting completely still, terrified that even the slightest shift would draw attention to the diaper beneath his clothes. His mind kept drifting away from the lecture, replaying the events of that morning—Mrs. Williams spanking him, pulling down his diaper, putting him in the corner like a misbehaving toddler. He could still feel the sting, both physically and emotionally.

Finally, the professor signaled the end of class, and students began packing up their things. Jacob breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that he had made it through without incident. But as he stood up, a different discomfort began to take over. His bladder felt uncomfortably full.

His heart sank as he realized he’d have to use the bathroom.

Jacob hurried out of the lecture hall, glancing nervously at the clock. He had a short break before his next class, but the thought of using a public bathroom while wearing a diaper filled him with dread. He found a quiet bathroom down a side hallway, hoping no one else would be inside.

Luckily, the bathroom was empty when he entered. He quickly locked himself in a stall, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. He couldn’t believe how ridiculous his situation had become, but there was no way he was going to use the diaper like a baby.

Jacob fumbled with the tapes on his diaper, his hands shaking as he pulled them off with a loud tear that he could swear echoed in the bathroom. The thick padding fell heavily to the floor, and he couldn’t help but feel a brief sense of freedom as he used the toilet like a normal college student. For a moment, he thought about going the day without the diaper at all.

But then reality set in. Mrs. Williams had made it very clear—he was expected to wear the diaper all day. If he didn’t, she’d know, and the thought of another spanking or punishment made him shudder.

With a heavy sigh, Jacob picked up the diaper, trying to figure out how to put it back on. He’d seen Mrs. Williams do it effortlessly, but in the cramped stall, the task seemed nearly impossible. He tried to pull it between his legs, but the tapes kept sticking in the wrong places. The padding felt awkward and bulky, and he couldn’t seem to get it snug enough to stay on. His frustration mounted as he struggled with the tapes, feeling the diaper slip down every time he thought he had it secure.

After what felt like an eternity, Jacob realized he wasn’t going to be able to get it back on by himself. Panic set in as he stared at the diaper in his hands. He was running out of time before his next class, and there was no way he could go back to Mrs. Williams without the diaper on. 

His hands trembled as he tried one last time, but the diaper slipped loose once again. Jacob cursed under his breath. There was no way out of this. He was stuck.

As he stood there, holding the diaper in frustration, the reality of his situation sank in even deeper. He had lost control, completely dependent on Mrs. Williams and her bizarre rules. And now, standing in a bathroom stall, unable to even manage a diaper by himself, he felt more helpless than ever.

Chapter 7: 

Jacob stood in the bathroom stall, staring at the ruined diaper in his hands. Frustration and anxiety churned in his stomach. He glanced at the clock on his phone—he was running out of time before his next class. With a deep breath, he made a decision. There was no way he could get the diaper back on properly, and he couldn’t risk being late. He’d just have to throw it away and hope for the best.

Quickly, he tossed the diaper into the trash, burying it beneath paper towels, and hurried out of the bathroom. As he made his way to his next class, the absence of the diaper was liberating, but it also left him feeling exposed. What would Mrs. Williams say if she found out? when she found out? He tried to push the thought out of his mind, but it lingered at the edge of his thoughts throughout the rest of the day.

Every time he moved, he felt a strange sense of relief that there was no crinkling, no bulk between his legs. But that relief was overshadowed by a gnawing sense of dread. Mrs. Williams was strict, and if she found out he wasn’t wearing the diaper like she had instructed, there would be consequences. Still, Jacob tried to focus on getting through his classes, constantly on edge, his heart pounding every time he thought about going back to her house.

By the time his last lecture of the day ended, Jacob was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. He gathered his things and headed for home, his mind preoccupied with what Mrs. Williams might say. In his haste, he didn’t even think to stop by the bathroom before leaving campus.

As he approached Mrs. Williams’ house, Jacob’s nerves returned in full force. He was trying to come up with a way to explain why he wasn’t wearing the diaper, hoping she wouldn’t check, but deep down he knew better. Mrs. Williams wasn’t the type to let things slide.

The moment he stepped through the front door, Mrs. Williams was waiting for him, standing in the hallway with her arms crossed. Her eyes immediately scanned him, and Jacob’s heart sank.

“Jacob,” she said in a calm, controlled voice that sent chills down his spine. “Come here.”

He hesitated, but Mrs. Williams’ gaze left no room for defiance. Slowly, he stepped forward, trying to stay calm, but his pulse quickened.

Mrs. Williams wasted no time. She reached for his waistband, pulling it back just enough to check. Her face darkened the moment she realized Jacob wasn't wearing his diaper.

“Where’s your diaper?” she asked, her voice sharp. 

Jacob stammered, his mind racing for an excuse. “I—I couldn’t get it back on after I went to the bathroom, so I threw—”

“That’s enough,” Mrs. Williams interrupted, grabbing his arm firmly. Before Jacob could react, she gave him a sharp swat on his bottom. The sound of the smack echoed in the hallway, and Jacob winced in shock and pain.

“You were told to wear your diaper all day,” she said sternly, delivering another swat as she began leading him toward the stairs. Jacob stumbled slightly, trying to keep up with her quick pace as she continued swatting him with each step.

“But—Mrs. Williams, I—” Jacob tried to explain, but she cut him off.

“No more excuses,” she said, her grip on his arm tightening as she marched him upstairs. “You disobeyed me, and there will be consequences for that.”

Jacob’s heart raced as they neared the top of the stairs. He hadn’t realized how badly he needed to use the bathroom until now, and panic began to rise in his chest. He tugged against her grip, his voice becoming more desperate.

“Mrs. Williams, please,” he begged, “I need to go to the bathroom!”

Mrs. Williams stopped at the top of the stairs and turned to face him, her expression stern but calm. “You’ll go to your room first,” she said firmly. “And then we’ll deal with your punishment.”

Jacob’s anxiety spiked. He could feel his bladder tightening, and the urgency was overwhelming. He tried to hold it in, but the pressure was too much. Just as Mrs. Williams reached for the doorknob to his room, Jacob felt a horrifying warmth spread through his jeans.

He froze, eyes wide with disbelief as he realized what had just happened. Mrs. Williams turned around, her eyes immediately falling to the wet patch spreading across the front of his pants.

“Jacob,” she said, her voice low and filled with disappointment. “Did you just wet your pants?”

Jacob opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. His face burned with shame, and all he could do was nod miserably.

Mrs. Williams let out a deep sigh, shaking her head. “I told you this would happen, didn’t I?” she said, her voice stern but not unkind. “This is exactly why you need to be in a diaper, Jacob. You clearly can’t be trusted without one.”

Jacob’s face flushed an even deeper shade of red as she continued to scold him. “I tried to warn you, but you didn’t listen. Now look at you—wet pants, and all because you disobeyed me.”

She opened the door to his room, guiding him inside with a gentle but firm push. “Take off those wet clothes,” she instructed, “and then we’ll get you cleaned up and back into your diaper. Clearly, you need it.”

Jacob nodded numbly, feeling utterly defeated. As he peeled off his wet jeans and underwear, the reality of his situation hit him harder than ever. Mrs. Williams had been right all along, and now he was standing in his room, humiliated and about to be diapered once again, all because he couldn’t follow her rules.

Mrs. Williams returned a moment later with a fresh diaper in hand, her expression still stern. “Lie down,” she said, motioning to the bed. “And don’t think this means you’re getting off easy, Jacob. There will still be a punishment for disobeying me.”

As Jacob lay back, feeling the thick padding of the diaper being pulled snugly around him once more, he realized there was no escape from Mrs. Williams’ rules. He would have to endure whatever punishment she had in mind—and somehow, he knew this was only the beginning.

Chapter 8:

Jacob lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling the thick diaper being snugly fastened around him. The soft padding pressed against his skin, and the sound of the tapes being secured only deepened his sense of helplessness. Mrs. Williams was silent as she finished diapering him, but Jacob could feel the weight of her disapproval hanging in the air.

“There,” Mrs. Williams said, standing up and looking down at him. “Now you’re back where you belong—in your diaper. But we’re not done yet, Jacob. You disobeyed me today, and as I said, that comes with consequences.”

Jacob’s heart sank as he heard her words. He wanted to argue, to explain that he had tried to get the diaper back on, but something in Mrs. Williams’ calm, controlled tone made him stay quiet. He knew arguing wouldn’t help—it would only make things worse.

Mrs. Williams crossed her arms and looked down at him, her gaze stern. “First, you were naughty by going without your diaper all day. and then when I catch you, you wet your pants?”

Jacob looked down at his feet, his face burning with embarrassment.

“Well, now you’ll learn a lesson about what happens when you don’t follow the rules. Stand up,” Mrs. Williams commanded, her voice firm.

Jacob slowly got up from the bed, feeling the bulk of the diaper between his legs once again. Mrs. Williams reached for his arm, guiding him back toward the chair in the corner of the room. He winced, already guessing what was coming.

“Since you seem to think you’re too old for diapers,” Mrs. Williams said, sitting down and pulling him across her lap, “we’re going to remind you who’s in charge here. You’re going to get another spanking, but this time, I’ll make sure you really understand why you need to behave.”

Jacob’s stomach twisted in knots as he felt her adjust him on her lap. The thick diaper cushioned his bottom slightly, but he knew Mrs. Williams wouldn’t let that stop her from making her point. Her hand came down on his padded bottom with a firm smack, and even though the diaper softened the blow, the embarrassment stung far more.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

Mrs. Williams continued spanking him, the sound of her hand connecting with the diaper filling the room. Each swat sent a ripple of humiliation through Jacob, even though the physical pain was minimal. The mere fact that he was being treated like a disobedient child, spanked in a diaper, was enough to bring tears of shame to his eyes.

“I told you what would happen if you didn’t wear your diaper,” Mrs. Williams scolded as she continued the spanking. “This is what happens when you decide not to listen.”

Jacob squirmed, trying to shift on her lap, but Mrs. Williams held him firmly in place. After several more swats, she paused, her hand resting on his diaper.

“Clearly, the diaper is giving you too much protection again,” she said coolly. “So let’s fix that.”

Jacob’s heart sank as he felt Mrs. Williams reach for the tapes of his diaper, undoing them with practiced ease. Within moments, the thick diaper was pulled down, leaving his bare bottom exposed once again. Jacob felt utterly vulnerable as he lay there, waiting for the inevitable.

Without missing a beat, Mrs. Williams resumed the spanking, her hand now landing directly on his bare bottom. The sharp sting was immediate, and Jacob yelped involuntarily, the pain far more intense without the diaper’s cushion. Each swat felt harsher than the last, and he fought back tears as the spanking continued.

“This,” Mrs. Williams said between swats, her voice still calm but firm, “is what happens when you disobey me. You will wear your diaper, Jacob, and you will follow my rules, or we’ll be right back here.”

Jacob gasped as the spanking went on, his skin burning with every smack. His body tensed with each swat, the humiliation washing over him like a wave. He had never felt so powerless, so reduced to the role of a disobedient child in Mrs. Williams’ house.

After what felt like an eternity, Mrs. Williams finally stopped. She rubbed his now-red bottom lightly, as if to emphasize her point, then pulled the diaper back up, securing it around him once more.

“There we go,” she said, her tone softening slightly. “You’ve had your spanking. Now, you’ll think twice before disobeying me again.”

Jacob sniffled quietly, trying to compose himself as she helped him off her lap and onto his feet. His bottom throbbed from the spanking, and the diaper, now snugly fastened again, felt both like a comfort and a prison.

But Mrs. Williams wasn’t finished yet. She stood and pointed to the corner of the room, her face stern once more. “You’re going to stand in that corner, Jacob, and think about your behavior. I don’t want to hear a word from you until I say you can come out.”

Jacob’s face flushed with renewed shame as he shuffled awkwardly to the corner, the diaper crinkling loudly with each step. His body ached, both from the spanking and the emotional toll of the day. As he stood in the corner, facing the wall, Mrs. Williams’ words echoed in his mind.

“You’ll stay there for an hour,” she said firmly, “and when you’re done, you’ll come back downstairs, and we’ll talk about your new responsibilities in this house. You need more structure, Jacob, and I’m going to make sure you get it.”

As Jacob stood there, the crinkling of his diaper and the sting on his bottom serving as constant reminders of his punishment, he realized that life under Mrs. Williams’ rules was only getting stricter. The thought of what lay ahead filled him with dread, but he knew there was no way out—not as long as he was in her house.

Chapter 9:

After what felt like an eternity standing in the corner, Jacob heard Mrs. Williams call his name. Her tone was firm but no longer angry, and it sent a nervous flutter through his chest. He slowly turned around, still feeling the sting of the spanking, his face red from the humiliation of both the punishment and standing in the corner like a little boy.

“Come sit down,” Mrs. Williams said, gesturing to the chair near her. “We need to discuss your new rules.”

Jacob approached cautiously, his heart pounding. The thick diaper crinkled with every step, a constant reminder of the strange new dynamic between him and Mrs. Williams. He sat down gingerly, the padding of the diaper providing little comfort to his still-sore bottom.

Mrs. Williams sat across from him, her hands folded in her lap, her expression calm but serious. “Jacob, it’s clear to me that you need more structure in your life. You’ve shown me today that you’re not ready for the kind of freedom you seem to want. So, from now on, there will be stricter rules to help keep you in line.”

Jacob’s stomach twisted with anxiety as she began listing the new rules.

“First,” Mrs. Williams said, “you will be required to come home in between your classes for diaper checks. If I’m not here, you’ll text me when you’ve returned so I can check you when I get back. I don’t trust you to manage it on your own anymore, Jacob. Clearly, you’ve shown me you’re not capable of making good decisions.”

Jacob nodded weakly, his face burning with embarrassment. The idea of having to come home throughout the day for diaper checks felt humiliating, but he knew better than to argue.

“Second,” Mrs. Williams continued, “you will need to come home to use the potty. I don’t want you trying to use public bathrooms and making a mess like you did today. You will come straight home whenever you need to go, and I’ll help you.”

Jacob’s heart sank even further. The thought of Mrs. Williams helping him on the potty was mortifying. He opened his mouth to protest, but Mrs. Williams held up a hand to stop him.

“And when I say help,” she added, “I mean I’ll be there to assist you, including wiping your bottom after you go number two. If you can’t be trusted with your diapers, I certainly can’t trust you to clean yourself properly.”

Jacob felt his cheeks flush with heat, unable to even look her in the eye. Being treated like this, so much like a toddler, was almost unbearable. He wanted to argue, but the stern look in Mrs. Williams’ eyes told him it would only make things worse.

“Now, let’s talk about bedtime,” Mrs. Williams said, her voice calm but firm. “You will have a strict bedtime of 8:30 PM every night. You’ll need your rest, and part of staying in line is having a routine. After dinner, you’ll be expected to brush your teeth, I'll change your diaper, and you'll go straight to bed. No exceptions.”

Jacob couldn’t believe what he was hearing. An 8:30 bedtime? He was supposed to be in college, living on his own, not following a bedtime like a little kid. But Mrs. Williams didn’t seem interested in his feelings.

“As for accidents,” she continued, her tone growing even more serious, “if you have any accidents in your diapers—whether it’s during the day or at night—there will be consequences. We’ll start with something simple, like more corner time or a spanking, but if the accidents continue, you’ll lose your potty privileges entirely.”

Jacob’s eyes widened in shock. “What do you mean, lose potty privileges?” he asked hesitantly, dreading the answer.

“I mean,” Mrs. Williams said, her eyes narrowing, “if you can’t keep your diaper dry, you won’t be allowed to use the potty at all. You’ll be in diapers full-time, and you’ll use them for everything. No more bathroom breaks, no more trying to take them off. I’ll change you when you need it, and that’ll be the end of it.”

Jacob stared at her, his heart pounding in his chest. The idea of being completely reliant on diapers, of losing the ability to use the bathroom like a normal person, was terrifying. He opened his mouth to argue, but Mrs. Williams wasn’t finished.

“And if you try to remove your diaper again without permission,” she said, her voice hardening, “the consequences will be even more severe. You’ll be spanked and put into a thicker diaper that you won’t be able to take off on your own. You’ll be wearing it all day, and if you can’t behave, you’ll stay in it until I decide you’ve learned your lesson.”

Jacob felt a lump form in his throat, realizing just how little control he had left. Mrs. Williams had laid out these new rules with such confidence, and he knew she wasn’t bluffing. He nodded slowly, too overwhelmed to speak.

“Good,” Mrs. Williams said, her tone softening slightly. “Now, I expect you to follow these rules, Jacob. They’re for your own good, and the sooner you learn to behave, the easier things will be for both of us. Do you understand?”

Jacob nodded again, his face flushed with embarrassment and defeat. 

“Good boy,” Mrs. Williams said, standing up. “Now, you’ve had a long day. I think it’s time for you to get some rest.”

Jacob stood up slowly, the crinkling of his diaper loud in the quiet room. He felt utterly defeated as he followed Mrs. Williams’ instructions, knowing that from now on, his life would be completely dictated by her rules. There was no escape.

[wetdiaper55]

I still love the story......I will be reading

[mikeyw2001]

Chapter 10:

The next morning, Jacob was startled awake by the now familiar feeling of Mrs. Williams gently putting two fingers under the leak guard of his diaper to see if he'd wet again. He blinked groggily, still disoriented from sleep, as she leaned over him, inspecting the diaper’s condition.

"Jacob," she said softly, but with a note of disappointment, "you're wet again."

He flushed, feeling that familiar rush of shame at the reminder of his growing dependency on diapers. He wasn’t sure when it had happened, but at some point during the night, he had wet himself without even realizing it. Mrs. Williams sighed quietly, her concern evident as she stood up and motioned for him to sit up.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” she said, helping him out of bed and guiding him over to the changing table she had set up in his room.

Jacob winced, still adjusting to the morning routine of being diapered and changed like this. He lay down on the changing mat as Mrs. Williams efficiently went to work, unfastening the tapes of his wet diaper and pulling it down. The cold air hit his damp skin, making the whole process feel even more humiliating.

As she wiped him down with a warm cloth, Mrs. Williams’ expression grew thoughtful. “Jacob,” she began, her voice a bit more serious, “I’ve noticed you haven’t had a bowel movement in the last couple of days.”

Jacob’s cheeks got a shade redder at her observation. He hadn’t even thought about it, but now that she mentioned it, it was true. He hadn’t gone since before he moved in, and with all the stress surrounding the new rules, it had completely slipped his mind.

Mrs. Williams looked at him with a mixture of concern and determination. “That’s not healthy, Jacob. We need to make sure you’re staying regular.”

He felt a knot form in his stomach, unsure of what to say. “I… I didn’t really notice,” he admitted quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Mrs. Williams didn’t seem surprised. She walked over to a drawer and pulled out a small plastic package. As soon as Jacob saw what it was, his heart sank.

“We’re going to take care of that right now,” she said, as she opened the package of suppositories. “I don’t want you getting constipated. This will help get things moving.”

Jacob’s face burned with embarrassment, but he knew there was no point in arguing. Mrs. Williams was always calm, but firm, and her concern for his well-being made it clear that she wasn’t giving him a choice. Besides, Jacob knew exactly what would happen if he refused and he didn't want to find himself over Mrs. Williams' knee again any time soon.

“Lift your legs for me, Jacob,” she instructed, her tone gentle but authoritative.

Jacob reluctantly did as he was told, lifting his legs and exposing his bare bottom. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to ignore the humiliating reality of what was about to happen. Mrs. Williams was clinical and efficient as she used one hand to hold his feet in the air and the other to insert the suppository in his bottom, her touch firm but not rough. Her finger entered his bottom, pushing the suppository deep inside to make sure it didn't slide out. 

“There we go,” she said once it was done, patting his bottom reassuringly. “That should take effect in a little while. I’ll be keeping a close eye on you today to make sure everything goes smoothly.”

Jacob nodded, still too embarrassed to speak as she continued with the rest of his diaper change. With his legs still up in the air, Mrs. Williams slid a clean, dry diaper under his bottom. It felt soft against his skin as she fastened it securely around his waist, making sure it was snug but comfortable.

Mrs. Williams stood back up, looking down at him with an expression that was equal parts maternal and strict. “Now, I should have breakfast ready in a little bit. In the meantime, you should get ready for class. And remember, I expect you home between classes for diaper checks. After your first class, we'll see if the suppository has taken any effect and you can sit on the potty then.”

Jacob felt a lump in his throat as he nodded again, blushing at her use of the childish word. He didn’t dare protest or push back against her authority. After everything that had happened, he knew better than to try. Mrs. Williams ran her household with strict rules and care, and Jacob had little choice but to follow along unless he wanted another spanking on his bare bottom.

As she left the room, Jacob sat up slowly, the crinkling of his fresh diaper sounding all too familiar. He glanced out the window, trying to shake off the overwhelming sense of helplessness that had become part of his daily life under Mrs. Williams’ watch. It was only the beginning of another day, but he already knew it would be filled with more of the same rules, more of the same routines—and more of Mrs. Williams' unyielding control over every part of his life.

[mikeyw2001]

Chapter 11: 

Jacob rushed through the hallway of the campus building, barely paying attention to his surroundings. The lecture had been impossible to focus on—his mind kept wandering back to the sensation in his stomach, the one Mrs. Williams had promised would "take effect soon." He had tried to ignore it for as long as he could, hoping it would pass, but now, it was becoming impossible to ignore.

His body felt tense, the pressure building inside him as he hurried toward the exit, praying he could make it home in time. The thought of having to face Mrs. Williams after an accident was too mortifying to even consider, but the longer he walked, the more urgent the situation became. 

The suppository was working its way through his system, and with each step, the need to relieve himself grew stronger. His diaper crinkled loudly with every movement, and although he had become somewhat used to the sound, it now seemed to echo in his ears as he speed-walked toward the bus stop. His face burned with embarrassment as he realized that his chances of making it back home in time were slim. 

By the time Jacob reached the front door of Mrs. Williams’ house, his heart was racing. He felt a cold sweat form on his brow as he knocked, barely able to hold it in any longer. Mrs. Williams opened the door, smiling warmly at him—completely unaware of the chaos unfolding in his body. 

"Welcome home, Jacob," she said kindly. "How was—"

Jacob froze on the spot. The pressure, which had been building all afternoon, suddenly became too much to bear. His body betrayed him in that moment, and before he could say a word, he felt it happen. Right there, in front of Mrs. Williams, he lost control and filled the back of his diaper. 

His stomach cramped painfully, and with a sudden, overwhelming sensation, he felt himself let go inside his diaper. The warm, sticky mess spread through the padding as he stood there in shocked silence, knees slightly bent. His face turned bright red as he realized Mrs. Williams had just witnessed the entire humiliating event.

For a moment, there was nothing but stunned silence. Jacob couldn’t look at her. He felt frozen in place, his eyes glued to the floor as the reality of what had just happened sank in. 

Mrs. Williams, on the other hand, remained calm. Her expression shifted from surprise to something more resigned—almost like she had expected this all along. She stepped aside to let him into the house, her voice soft but stern.

"Oh, Jacob," she said, shaking her head slightly. "That suppository I put in your bottom wasn't even that strong."

Jacob couldn’t bring himself to respond. He just shrugged his shoulders numbly, too ashamed to speak. His stomach churned with a mix of embarrassment and discomfort as the mess in his diaper made itself all too noticeable. 

Mrs. Williams closed the door behind him and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. "Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you cleaned up."

Her tone was maternal, almost soothing, but the humiliation of the situation was unbearable. As Mrs. Williams led him upstairs to the changing area, Jacob felt like a small child being led by the hand after making a terrible mess. He could hardly believe that this was his life now—wearing diapers, having accidents, and being cared for like a toddler.

Once they reached his room, Mrs. Williams didn’t waste any time. She motioned for him to lie down on the changing mat, and with trembling hands, Jacob obeyed. The crinkling of his messy diaper was loud in the quiet room, each sound only making the shame cut deeper.

Mrs. Williams knelt beside him, her expression calm but focused. “I know this was hard for you, Jacob, but this is exactly why you need to follow my rules. Imagine if this happened yesterday when you took off your diaper. You'd have ruined your pants instead of just filling your diaper up.”

Jacob winced as she untaped the heavy, soiled diaper, trying his best not to think about the mess he had just made. Mrs. Williams worked with efficient precision, cleaning up Jacob's messy bum with warm wipes. Despite her gentle touch, the entire process felt degrading, as though Jacob’s last shred of independence had been completely stripped away.

As she finished wiping him down, she looked at him with a firm expression. “Because of this, Jacob, the potty will be off-limits for a while. It’s clear you can’t manage without your diapers, so from now on, you’ll be using them for everything.”

Jacob’s heart sank. The idea of losing even the chance to use the bathroom on his own was horrifying. He opened his mouth to protest, but Mrs. Williams shook her head.

“No arguments, Jacob. We’ve tried letting you use the potty, and it didn’t work. You’ll be in diapers full-time now, and I’ll be the one to change you when needed. You’ll have no access to the potty until you can prove to me that you’re ready to be responsible again.”

Jacob felt his face flush with a mix of frustration and shame, but he knew there was no point in fighting. Mrs. Williams was in control, and her word was final.

After she finished cleaning him up, she slid a new, thick diaper underneath his bottom and secured it snugly around his waist. The familiar crinkle returned as she taped it tightly, sealing his fate for the foreseeable future.

“There,” Mrs. Williams said, standing up and dusting off her hands. “All clean and ready to go. Now, let’s go downstairs and get you something to eat. You’ve had a long day, and I want you to relax for the rest of the evening.”

Jacob stood up slowly, the fresh diaper feeling impossibly thick between his legs. He followed Mrs. Williams downstairs in silence, his mind racing. The rules had just become stricter, and he realized that his life under Mrs. Williams’ watch was going to be even more confined than before. There was no escape from the diapers now, and the thought of that filled him with a deep sense of helplessness.

Chapter 12:

Jacob walked across campus, feeling the thick diaper crinkle under his clothes with every step. Mrs. Williams had made sure it was extra snug before sending him off for the day. He couldn’t shake the feeling of embarrassment, knowing he was stuck in it for the rest of the day. Her new rules were strict—no more potty and no chance to change on his own. He was utterly dependent on her.

As he approached his first lecture, Jacob’s anxiety grew. He sat down near the back of the classroom, trying to position himself in a way that minimized the crinkling sound. He could feel the bulkiness of the diaper pressing against him, a constant reminder of his situation. Just as he was settling in, a voice interrupted his thoughts.

“Hey, is this seat taken?”

Jacob looked up to see a cute girl with bright eyes and an easy smile standing beside him. She had long brown hair and wore a casual outfit that made her look effortlessly put together. Jacob’s heart skipped a beat as he gestured for her to sit down, feeling nervous and self-conscious.

“No, go ahead,” he replied, trying to sound casual as she took the seat next to him.

“Thanks,” she said, smiling warmly. “I’m Emily, by the way.”

“I’m Jacob,” he replied, shifting slightly in his seat, hoping the crinkle of his diaper wasn’t noticeable.

For a moment, there was a comfortable silence between them as the rest of the class filtered in. Jacob could hardly believe that this girl had just sat next to him, let alone introduced herself. His nerves were already on edge because of his diaper, but now, they were mixed with excitement. Maybe this day wouldn’t be so bad after all.

“So, are you living on campus or off?” Emily asked, turning to face him.

Jacob hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to answer. “Off campus,” he said finally. “I’m renting a room in a house nearby.”

“Nice,” Emily said, nodding. “I thought about doing that, but I heard some crazy stories about the people renting out rooms around here. You know, some of them can be pretty… strange.”

Jacob shifted uncomfortably in his seat, the mention of "strange" striking a chord. He had a bad feeling about where this conversation was heading.

“I hope you’re not living with that one lady,” Emily continued, leaning in a little closer and lowering her voice conspiratorially. “You know, the one who rents rooms to freshman boys and...well, people say she turns them into… diaper-dependent babies.”

Jacob’s heart stopped. He stared at her, trying to keep his expression neutral, but the panic was rising inside him. He felt his face flush, and for a moment, he was certain that the embarrassment was written all over his features.

“Uh… what do you mean?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly.

Emily chuckled. “Oh, you haven’t heard? There’s this rumor about some old woman who rents rooms to freshmen guys, and she’s super weird about rules. Apparently, she makes them wear, like, diapers and treats them like babies. It’s probably just a dumb campus story, but still—crazy, right?”

Jacob swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. His mind raced, trying to figure out what to say without giving himself away. “Yeah… that sounds… weird,” he managed to mumble, his voice shaky.

Emily laughed again, clearly unaware of Jacob’s discomfort. “Right? I’m sure it’s just one of those exaggerated stories people pass around to freak out freshmen, but I hope for your sake you didn’t end up in that house!”

Jacob forced a laugh, but inside, he felt like he was crumbling. Of all the things she could have said, she had to bring up the exact nightmare he was living. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, the sweat starting to form on the back of his neck. His mind kept replaying her words: *diaper-dependent babies.*

The thought of Emily finding out about his situation, about the diapers, Mrs. Williams, and getting his bare bottom spanked, made his stomach churn with anxiety. He tried to focus on the lecture as the professor started speaking, but it was impossible. All he could think about was the diaper beneath his clothes, his bladder filling up, and the crinkling sound that he was certain Emily would hear if he shifted in his seat too much.

The rest of the class passed in a blur. Jacob barely registered what the professor was saying, his mind consumed with the fear of being discovered. When the lecture finally ended, Emily gave him a friendly smile.

“Nice meeting you, Jacob,” she said. “Hopefully I’ll see you around.”

Jacob nodded, forcing a smile as she walked away. As soon as she was out of sight, he let out a long breath, feeling both relieved and utterly mortified. Then, without thinking about it he flooded his diaper. His secret was safe for now, but the encounter left him shaken.

As he stood up, the familiar crinkle of his diaper echoed in his ears, a stark reminder of the reality he couldn’t escape.

[Pierry Louys]

I think the next step is she making him new clothes so she can change him more easily and a new diet for him ! Loving this story 

[wetdiaper55]

I hope you keep writing ... and add more from old ones

[mikeyw2001]

4 hours ago, wetdiaper55 said:

I hope you keep writing ... and add more from old ones

thanks! having fun with this one. 

[Babyjustin25]

I like this alternate timeline as well. Its like reading a marvel universe.

[mikeyw2001]

Chapter 13:

Jacob made his way to the campus center for lunch, still feeling rattled from his conversation with Emily earlier that morning. His heart pounded with anxiety as he entered the bustling cafeteria. He couldn't stop thinking about what she'd said—about the rumor—and how she had come so close to discovering the truth. 

Finding a quiet corner, Jacob grabbed a tray and quickly picked out some food, hoping to blend into the crowd and avoid any more attention. But just as he was about to sit down at a secluded table, he heard a familiar voice behind him.

“Jacob! Over here!”

He turned around to see Emily waving him over to her table. His stomach dropped. The last thing he wanted was to sit with her again, especially after the morning's conversation, but he couldn’t exactly refuse. Forcing a smile, he walked over and sat down across from her.

"Hey, Emily," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. 

"Hey!" she replied, smiling warmly. "Glad I ran into you. How's your day going so far?"

Jacob fidgeted slightly in his seat, the diaper crinkling under him as he shifted. He was hyper-aware of the dampness between his legs; he'd wet the diaper several more times that morning, and the thickness had grown more uncomfortable as it absorbed his repeated wettings. The idea of sitting through lunch with Emily, all the while worrying about the state of his diaper, filled him with dread.

"It’s, uh, been alright," Jacob replied, hoping to sound casual. "Classes, you know."

Emily nodded, taking a bite of her salad. "Yeah, I get it. Lots of work already."

As they ate, Jacob tried his best to stay engaged in the conversation, but his nerves were on high alert. He felt himself wet his diaper a little more as they chatted, the warm sensation spreading through the padding. It was getting harder to ignore the discomfort, and he knew it was dangerously close to leaking. He wasn't sure how much more his diaper could hold.

A few minutes passed before Emily paused mid-sentence, her eyes flicking down toward Jacob’s lap. He froze, instinctively tightening his posture, trying to hide any signs of the bulge in his pants. But he could tell from the slight furrow in her brow that she had noticed something.

“Hey, are you okay?” she asked, her voice soft but curious.

Jacob’s heart raced. “Y-yeah, I’m fine,” he stammered, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. But the movement only made things worse. He felt a sudden warmth against his thigh, followed by a distinct dampness. His stomach dropped as he realized his worst fear had just come true—his diaper was leaking.

Emily’s eyes widened, and her expression changed from curiosity to concern. She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Jacob… I think… I think your diaper is leaking.”

Jacob’s face flushed a deep red. She knew! He wanted to disappear, to run out of the cafeteria and never come back. He looked down at his pants and saw the telltale wet spot spreading across the fabric. Panic surged through him, but before he could say anything, Emily reached across the table and gently touched his arm.

“It’s okay,” she said softly, her voice filled with kindness. “I don't mind that you have to wear diapers. I still want to be your friend."

Jacob stared at her, stunned. His mind raced with a million thoughts, but none of them made sense. “Y-you know?”

Emily nodded, her expression full of empathy. “About your diapers? Yes...I didn't earlier but it's pretty clear now. You must have wet it a lot since I saw you in class. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable earlier—I had no idea you were… you know...in a diaper.”

Jacob couldn’t speak. His mouth felt dry, and he was too humiliated to respond. He felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes, but he quickly blinked them away, not wanting to make the situation any worse.

Emily gave him a reassuring smile. “It’s okay, Jacob. Really. You don’t have to explain anything. Do you have a change of clothes or a new diaper with you?"

He shook his head, unable to speak

"Let’s just get you home then, alright?”

Jacob nodded numbly, too overwhelmed to argue. Emily stood up, and he followed her out of the cafeteria, walking stiffly to try and minimize the leakage. His heart pounded in his chest as they made their way across campus. He couldn’t believe what was happening—his diaper had leaked in front of Emily, and now she was walking him back to Mrs. Williams' house.

The walk felt like it took an eternity. Every step was filled with anxiety as he worried about what Emily might be thinking. She didn’t say much, but her presence was calming in a way Jacob didn’t expect. She walked beside him, occasionally glancing at him with a look of concern, but never making him feel worse about the situation. She didn't mention that the back of his diaper had leaked worse than in front. No need to point the large wet spots out to him. 

As they approached Mrs. Williams’ house, Emily slowed down, glancing at Jacob before speaking. “I’m really sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable earlier. I didn’t mean to bring up that rumor… I didn’t know it was true.”

Jacob shook his head, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s okay… I just… I didn’t want anyone to know.”

Emily smiled gently. “It’s really not a big deal if you still need to wear diapers. I’m just glad you’re alright. Let’s get you inside, and I’ll make sure you’re all set before I head back.”

They reached the front door, and Jacob hesitated before knocking. He was terrified of what Mrs. Williams might say when she saw the state he was in. But before he could dwell on it, the door swung open.

Mrs. Williams stood there, her eyes immediately narrowing as she took in Jacob’s disheveled appearance. “Oh, Jacob,” she said, her tone a mix of disappointment and concern. “What happened?”

Jacob looked down, too embarrassed to respond, but Emily stepped in quickly. “He had a little accident and his diaper leaked, but it’s okay. I walked him back here so you could help him.”

Mrs. Williams nodded, her eyes softening slightly as she looked at Jacob. “Thank you for bringing him home, dear. I’ll take care of him now.”

Emily gave Jacob one last reassuring smile. “I’ll see you around, okay? And don’t worry—I won’t tell anyone about your little accidents. Or your diapers.”

Jacob watched as Emily turned and walked away, feeling a strange mixture of relief and gratitude. As soon as she was out of sight, Mrs. Williams gently took Jacob by the arm and led him inside.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, Jacob,” she said quietly. “Then we can talk about how we can prevent this from happening again.”

Jacob followed her upstairs, the crinkling of his wet diaper louder than ever, but for the first time in a long while, he didn’t feel completely alone.

Chapter 14:

Jacob stood in his room, still mortified after the walk home with Emily. His face burned with embarrassment as he felt the soggy diaper clinging to his skin. Mrs. Williams led him upstairs and gently guided him to the changing mat, her expression calm.

"Alright, Jacob," she said as she knelt down to begin his diaper change. "I can see you had a rough day, but we'll get you cleaned up, and then we'll talk about how to avoid this happening again."

Jacob laid down on the mat, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment as Mrs. Williams untaped his soaked diaper. The wet, heavy padding peeled away from his skin, and the cold air felt almost like a relief after the wetness and warmth of his diaper. She worked quickly, wiping him clean with a warm cloth, her hands moving with practiced precision.

"You've been wetting quite a bit today," Mrs. Williams commented as she wiped him down, her tone neutral but observant. "I think we need to start using something extra to make sure your diapers last longer. We can't have you leaking like this, especially at school."

Jacob winced at the thought of having to wear an even thicker diaper, but he knew better than to argue. Mrs. Williams always had the final say, and after the humiliating accident earlier, he wasn’t in any position to push back. Besides, he never wanted to have a leaky diaper at school again.

After cleaning him up thoroughly, Mrs. Williams reached into her bag and pulled out a thick diaper stuffer, holding it up for Jacob to see. It looked at least as thick as his diaper—adding that to his diaper would make it so much thicker than anything he had worn before.

"From now on, we'll be using these," she explained, slipping the stuffer into the new diaper before sliding it under Jacob's bottom. "It will help absorb more, so you don’t have to worry about leaks. It will make your diapers a bit bulkier, but that's a small price to pay to avoid wet pants like today, don't you agree?"

Jacob nodded his head as she fastened the tapes, securing the thick diaper with the stuffer in place. The added bulk was immediately noticeable—it spread his legs apart even more than usual, making it impossible to stand or walk without feeling like a toddler. The thickness between his legs was overwhelming, and he could already imagine how awkward it would feel trying to move around campus like this. He couldn't imagine how bulky it would feel when it was wet. 

Mrs. Williams stood up, examining her work with a satisfied nod. "That should do the trick," she said, smoothing out the diaper with her hands. "But I think we need to address another issue."

Jacob looked up at her, confused. "What's that?" he asked, afraid of the answer.

"Your clothes," she continued. "They're not going to fit over these thicker diapers. Since you're going to be wearing these full-time, you’ll need clothes that can accommodate them. We’ll have to go shopping for some new things. Don't worry, I know just the place."

Jacob’s heart sank. The idea of going out in public, shopping for clothes with Mrs. Williams, while wearing these ridiculously thick diapers was humiliating. He could barely handle the thought of anyone noticing the bulge when he walked around campus, let alone having to find pants or shirts that would hide them. But again, he knew there was no use arguing. Mrs. Williams had made up her mind.

"We'll head out in a little bit," Mrs. Williams said as she finished adjusting his diaper. "I'll make a list of what we need—looser shorts with room in the bottom, longer shirts, maybe some overalls. We want to make sure you're comfortable, but also that your diapers stay hidden and that it's easy for me to change you."

Jacob felt a lump form in his throat as he stood up, the added bulk of the stuffer making it even harder to move naturally. The diaper crinkled loudly with every step, the thickness between his legs forcing him into a slightly waddling gait.

Mrs. Williams patted him on the bottom as he stood there, awkward and uncomfortable in his new, bulkier diaper. "Don’t worry, Jacob," she said with a reassuring smile. "We’ll find some nice clothes for you. Remember, this is all for your own good."

Jacob nodded, though he didn’t feel reassured at all. The thought of trying to navigate the rest of his freshman year in these thick diapers—especially with Mrs. Williams making all the decisions—felt overwhelming. But there was no turning back now.

"Come on," Mrs. Williams said, grabbing her purse. "Let’s get you ready, and then we’ll head out to the shop."

As Jacob followed her downstairs, the thick diaper making his movements clumsy, he couldn’t help but feel like his life had taken a turn he hadn’t expected—and one he wasn’t sure he could ever fully get used to.

[Pierry Louys]

Awww gonna be so cute his new clothes my bet she gonna find cute onesies that would help hidden his diapers ! And some shorts with snaps in the crotch !

ps I think Emily gonna be his babysitter in campus rsrs 

[Diapered Dave]

Great story!!  Love it !!

[wetdiaper55]

Love the story . Te shopping trip will be fun to read . 

[mikeyw2001]

Chapter 15:

Jacob walked awkwardly beside Mrs. Williams as they approached a small tailor shop. He could feel the bulk of the thick diaper pressing against him with every step, the stuffer making it even harder to walk normally. His shorts barely hid the diaper beneath, the bulge obvious, and the crinkling sound seemed louder than ever. Every passerby felt like they were staring at him, though in reality, they were probably just going about their day.

Mrs. Williams led him inside the small, cozy tailor shop. The air smelled faintly of fabric and fresh cotton. The shop was neatly arranged, with bolts of cloth stacked against the walls and a large counter where a man, presumably the tailor, was working on some measurements.

"Ah, Mrs. Williams," the tailor greeted, looking up with a smile as they entered. He was an older man, maybe in his late 50s, with sharp eyes and a gentle demeanor. “It’s been a while. I was wondering when you’d be back.”

"Hello, Harold," Mrs. Williams replied warmly. "It’s good to see you again. I’ve brought another one of my boys for a fitting today."

Jacob’s heart sank. *Another one of her boys?* The way they talked made it sound like this wasn’t unusual for Mrs. Williams. 

Harold turned his attention to Jacob, giving him a polite nod but then immediately noticing the obvious bulge under Jacob's shorts. His eyes flicked back to Mrs. Williams knowingly. "Ah, I see. Looks like we'll need to make some special accommodations again, won't we?"

Mrs. Williams nodded, her tone businesslike. "Yes, Harold. Jacob here has been having some trouble with leaks, so we’ve started using thicker diapers with stuffers. I’ll need clothes that can accommodate those, preferably with snaps for easy changes."

Jacob felt his face grow hot as the tailor’s eyes appraised him. He stood there in his shorts and t-shirt, feeling completely exposed. They were talking about him and his diapers as if he weren’t even in the room.

“Well, that's nothing I haven't done before,” Harold said, glancing over at Jacob. “No need to be embarrassed, son. We’ll get you all set up.”

Mrs. Williams started looking through the fabric samples on the shelf, running her fingers over various patterns and prints. Jacob’s eyes widened as she picked up a few options—bright, childish designs with cartoon animals and pastel colors. It looked like fabric you’d see on a toddler’s clothes, not something he wanted to wear as a college student.

"These should work," Mrs. Williams said, holding up a few options for Harold to see. "Shorts, overalls, maybe a few onesie-style shirts to keep his diaper in place."

Jacob’s stomach churned. “Mrs. Williams, I don’t need—”

But before he could finish, Harold was already leading him to the back of the shop, where a small raised platform stood for measurements. “Up you go,” the tailor instructed with a pat on Jacob's bottom, indicating he should climb up on the platform. “We need to make sure everything fits properly.”

Reluctantly, Jacob stepped up, feeling the thick diaper shift beneath him as he moved. Harold began taking measurements, wrapping the tape measure around Jacob’s waist, hips, and legs, all while Mrs. Williams continued to browse fabric.

“So,” Harold said casually as he measured Jacob’s hips, “is your diaper wet right now? I need to know if this is the thickest it’ll get or if we need to leave a little more room.”

Jacob’s face turned crimson. He could barely find the words to answer. “Uh, y-yeah,” he stammered, his embarrassment palpable.

Harold gave a nod, not fazed in the slightest. “Alright, then I’ll just leave a little extra room in the seat for when your diaper is, well, full. That way, we’ve covered all bases.”

Mrs. Williams approached, holding up a set of fabric with bright blue trucks on it. “This will be perfect for his new overalls. Make sure they have the snaps at the crotch for easy changes.”

Jacob’s frustration finally bubbled over. “Mrs. Williams, I don’t want to wear this stuff! I’m not a baby, and I don’t need clothes like this!”

Mrs. Williams sighed, placing the fabric down before walking over to him. “Jacob,” she said firmly, her tone taking on a no-nonsense edge. “I’ve been patient with you, but you leaked very badly with regular diapers so we need to be using stuffers and your clothes can't fit over them. These clothes are for your own good.”

Jacob clenched his fists. “But I’m not a toddler, and I don’t need you treating me like one!”

Before he could say another word, Mrs. Williams grabbed him firmly by the arm, pulling him off the platform. “That’s enough of that,” she said sharply. “You know better than to argue with me, young man.”

Jacob tried to protest, but Mrs. Williams had already turned him around and delivered a swift swat to his padded bottom. The sound was muffled by the thick diaper, but the message was clear. 

“Harold, I’m sorry about the interruption,” Mrs. Williams said, not missing a beat. “We need to address this little outburst.”

Without hesitation, she led Jacob to a nearby chair, sat down and pulled him over her knee. She quickly pulled down the back of his shorts and delivered a few firm spanks to his thickly padded bottom, right there in the store. Jacob’s face burned with humiliation as Harold watched on, unfazed by the scene. Clearly, this wasn’t the first time he’d seen something like this.

Once the spanking was over, Mrs. Williams pulled Jacob’s shorts back up and stood him in front of the tailor again. “You will behave, Jacob,” she said firmly. “Or Harold here will be treated to the sight of you getting your bare bottom spanked.”

Jacob bit his lip, too humiliated to respond. He could feel the heat from the spanking, even through the thick padding of his diaper, and the embarrassment of being disciplined so openly made him want to disappear.

Harold nodded, continuing as if nothing unusual had happened. “We’ll get these done in no time, Mrs. Williams. I’ll have the designs ready by the end of the week.”

“Thank you, Harold,” Mrs. Williams replied with a smile. “Jacob will appreciate having clothes that fit properly over his diapers. Isn’t that right, Jacob?”

Jacob only nodded, too mortified to speak. He felt utterly helpless as Mrs. Williams and the tailor finalized the order, talking openly about his diapers, his needs, and the childish clothes he’d soon be wearing. He knew there was no escaping this—not with Mrs. Williams in charge.

As they left the shop, the thick padding between his legs and the sting in his bottom reminding him of the day’s events, Jacob couldn’t help but wonder how much worse things could get.

[mikeyw2001]

Chapter 16:

A few days later, a package arrived at Mrs. Williams’ house from the tailor. It was large and neatly wrapped, filled with all the clothes that had been custom-made for Jacob. Mrs. Williams smiled as she brought it into the living room, setting it down on the coffee table with a sense of satisfaction.

“Jacob, come in here, please,” she called from the kitchen.

Jacob shuffled into the room, already dreading what was about to happen. He knew the clothes were coming, but the reality of having to try them on in front of Mrs. Williams made his stomach twist in knots.

“Let’s get you into your new outfits. I want to make sure everything fits well or we'll bring it back into the shop for an adjustment,” Mrs. Williams said cheerfully, opening the package and pulling out the clothes one by one. There were shortalls, onesies, overalls, and even a few more shirts with cartoonish prints that looked far too childish for someone his age.

“Go ahead and take your clothes off, dear,” she instructed, as though it were the most normal thing in the world. Jacob hesitated but knew better than to argue, especially after his recent spanking in the tailor shop. He reluctantly pulled off his t-shirt and shorts, standing there in just his thick diaper.

Mrs. Williams smiled approvingly, then helped him step into the first pair of shortalls. They were light blue with little trucks embroidered on the front, fitting snugly around his diaper. She tugged on the straps to adjust them, patting the front of the shortalls when she was done.

“There we go, nice and snug. Now, let’s try the next one.” 

She helped him out of the shortalls and into the overalls next. The process continued, with Mrs. Williams undressing and dressing Jacob in various outfits, checking the fit and making little adjustments here and there. Jacob’s face was flushed with embarrassment the entire time, especially when Mrs. Williams would make comments about how the outfits were “perfect for diaper changes” or how “they’ll keep his diaper hidden.”

Soon they reached the last outfit, a new onesie and shortalls. Jacob stood in it in front of a mirror, his diaper clearly bulging beneath the fabric. He was just about to pull at the straps himself when the doorbell rang. His heart dropped.

“Who could that be?” Mrs. Williams wondered aloud, walking to the door. 

Jacob stood frozen, realizing he had no time to change before whoever it was saw him in his humiliating new outfit. 

Mrs. Williams opened the door, and there stood Emily, smiling warmly. “Hi, Mrs. Williams! I was just passing by after class and thought I’d check on Jacob. Is he home?”

“Oh, Emily! What a nice surprise,” Mrs. Williams replied, opening the door wider. “Yes, he’s right here. Come on in.”

Jacob cringed as Emily’s eyes landed on him standing awkwardly in his shortalls and onesie. The bulge of his diaper was unmistakable, and his embarrassment only grew when Mrs. Williams stepped aside, giving Emily a full view of his outfit.

“Oh, how cute!” Emily said with a playful grin. “Look at you, Jacob! You’ve got some new clothes.”

Jacob’s face was on fire. “Uh, yeah… these are from the tailor,” he mumbled, avoiding her gaze.

Mrs. Williams, however, didn’t seem to notice his discomfort. “Yes, Harold made these especially for Jacob,” she explained. “We had to get clothes that accommodate his thicker diapers. He’s had a few leaks lately, so it’s important to keep everything secure.”

Emily raised her eyebrows but didn’t miss a beat. “That makes sense. You want to make sure he stays dry,” she said, glancing at Jacob with a gentle smile. “How’s he been behaving?”

“Well,” Mrs. Williams said, with a small sigh, “Jacob’s still adjusting to his new routine, but he’s improving. Although, I’ve had to discipline him frequently. He can be a bit naughty sometimes, but nothing a firm hand applied to his naughty bottom can’t correct.”

Jacob felt like he wanted to sink into the floor as the two women talked about him as if he were a misbehaving child.

Emily looked thoughtful for a moment before turning to Mrs. Williams. “You know, if you ever need a break or some help watching him, I’d be happy to babysit. I’ve got some experience, and it looks like Jacob could use some extra attention.”

Jacob’s eyes widened. “What?! No, that’s not—” 

“Hush, Jacob,” Mrs. Williams cut him off sternly. “Emily’s offering to help, and I think it’s a wonderful idea. I could certainly use a hand every now and then. Keeping an eye on you and making sure you stay on track can be quite the task.”

Emily smiled sweetly. “I’d be happy to help. You know where to find me.”

Jacob stood there, speechless and overwhelmed by the mortification of being discussed like a toddler. As the two women continued their conversation, it was clear that this wasn’t just his life now—it was something everyone around him seemed eager to control. He just couldn’t believe how far things had gone.

Mrs. Williams smiled when a thought occurred to her. “I’ll be having a friend in from out of town this weekend. We were planning on taking Jacob with us to dinner, but it might be nice to get away by ourselves one night. Could you watch Jacob on Saturday night?”

Jacob felt a sinking feeling in his stomach, knowing that his world had just become even smaller.

[wetdiaper55]

Love the story

[mikeyw2001]

Chapter 17:

The next morning, Mrs. Williams was bustling around the house in preparation for her friend’s arrival. Jacob, already dressed in one of his new outfits—a pair of pastel yellow shortalls with a matching onesie—sat on the couch, fidgeting nervously. The bulk of his diaper was unmistakable beneath the fabric, and the crinkling sound it made with every movement served as a constant reminder of his situation. He had been told to sit still and wait to be introduced.

Soon, the doorbell rang, and Mrs. Williams hurried to open it. In walked an older woman with neatly styled gray hair, wearing a floral blouse and an air of authority. Her name was Mrs. Jenkins, a longtime friend of Mrs. Williams, and as soon as her eyes landed on Jacob, she gave a knowing smile.

“Ah, so this is the young man you were telling me about,” Mrs. Jenkins said, looking Jacob up and down. “Well, I must say, you were right, dear. He does look quite the picture in those outfits. I can see why you’ve decided to...um, take matters into your own hands, so to speak.”

Mrs. Williams beamed. “Yes, Jacob’s been with me for a little while now, and it’s been quite the adjustment for him. But he’s coming along. Aren’t you, Jacob?” Her tone was sweet, but there was an edge that reminded Jacob he was expected to agree.

“Yes, ma’am,” Jacob mumbled, his face burning with embarrassment. He hated being talked about like this, especially in front of a stranger, but he knew better than to protest.

“Good boy,” Mrs. Williams praised him, before turning to her friend. “Of course, there have been a few hiccups. He’s needed some firm discipline here and there. A spanking every now and then does wonders for keeping him on track.”

Mrs. Jenkins nodded approvingly. “Well, it sounds like you’re handling him just right. A boy his age, especially when he’s still in diapers, needs clear boundaries and consequences. Spankings are for his own good.”

Jacob shifted uncomfortably on the couch, his diaper rustling as he tried to stay as still as possible, wishing the conversation would end. But it was only getting worse.

As they continued to talk about him as if he weren’t in the room, the doorbell rang again. Jacob’s heart sank. He knew who it would be.

Mrs. Williams smiled. “Ah, that must be Emily,” she said, heading to the door.

When she opened it, Emily stood there with her usual warm smile. “Hi, Mrs. Williams! Hi, Jacob!” she greeted brightly as she stepped inside.

“Emily, it’s so good to see you,” Mrs. Williams said. “This is my friend, Mrs. Jenkins. She’s just arrived from out of town, but we’re going to head out for the evening shortly, so you're right on time.”

Emily nodded enthusiastically, glancing at Jacob sitting awkwardly in his shortalls and clearly diapered underneath. “I'm glad you two will get some time to yourselves! We’ll have a good time, won’t we, Jacob?”

Jacob could only nod, too humiliated to say anything else.

Before they left, Mrs. Williams turned to Emily with a serious expression. “Now, before I go, I want to review Jacob’s rules with you. He needs clear structure, and I expect you to enforce these while I’m gone.”

Emily listened attentively, nodding as Mrs. Williams continued.

“First,” Mrs. Williams began, “Jacob is not allowed to touch or take off his own diaper. That’s rule number one. You'll have to check his diapers and handle any changes.”

Jacob cringed, feeling his face heat up even more as the two women talked about his diapering needs so openly.

“Second,” Mrs. Williams continued, “he must do as he’s told, without complaint. That includes going to bed on time and behaving properly.”

Emily nodded again, her expression serious now.

“Third,” Mrs. Williams said, “you’ll be responsible for giving him his bath tonight. Make sure he’s properly cleaned and fresh before bed. And, of course, diaper him afterward and don't forget to put one of his stuffers in. I don't want any leaky diapers in the morning.”

Jacob’s heart raced. The thought of Emily giving him a bath was almost too much to bear, but he knew he had no say in the matter.

“And finally,” Mrs. Williams said, her voice dropping slightly, “if Jacob misbehaves in any way—whether it’s breaking his rules or throwing a tantrum—you have my full permission to administer a spanking on his bare bottom. He’s familiar with the consequences, and a good, firm spanking will remind him to behave.”

Jacob couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He opened his mouth to protest, but a sharp look from Mrs. Williams silenced him immediately.

Emily, however, took it all in stride. “Don’t worry, Mrs. Williams. I’ll make sure Jacob follows the rules, and if he needs a spanking, I’ll handle it.”

Mrs. Williams smiled, clearly pleased. “I knew I could count on you, Emily. Now, we’ll be back later tonight. You two have a good time.”

With that, Mrs. Williams and Mrs. Jenkins gathered their things and left, leaving Jacob standing there, feeling utterly defeated.

Emily turned to him with a kind smile. “Well, Jacob, looks like it’s just you and me now. Let’s make sure we follow all of Mrs. Williams’ rules, okay?”

Jacob nodded, his throat tight with anxiety. Now, he had to face the rest of the evening under Emily’s watchful eye, knowing full well that any misstep could lead to another humiliating punishment.

[Pierry Louys]

Interesting!!! This gonna be fun

[mikeyw2001]

Chapter 18:

As the evening wore on, Emily settled Jacob at the dinner table. She had prepared a simple meal—chicken, vegetables, and mashed potatoes—but Jacob wasn’t in the mood to eat. He pushed the food around on his plate, refusing to take more than a few bites.

“Come on, Jacob,” Emily said, her tone gentle but firm. “You need to eat your dinner. Mrs. Williams left clear instructions that you’re to have a proper meal.”

Jacob crossed his arms, frowning. “I’m not hungry.”

Emily sighed, her patience beginning to wear thin. “You know what the rules are. You're to do as you're told, Mrs. Williams was very clear about that. If you don’t eat, you’re going to be punished.”

He shook his head, stubbornly refusing to take another bite. Emily gave him a pointed look, but when he continued to ignore her, she stood up and walked over to his chair. 

“All right, Jacob. You know what happens when you don't do as you're told.” 

Before Jacob could respond, Emily reached down, pulling him to his feet. She undid the straps of his shortalls and let them fall to the ground before turning him around and bending him over the chair. She pulled the back of his diaper down and, before Jacob could object, her hand landed on his exposed bare bottom with a loud slap.

“You were warned,” she said, delivering several more swats to his bare bottom. With his diaper pulled down, there was nothing to protect him from the harsh sting of his spanking.

After a few more smacks, Emily stood him upright again. “Now, are you going to eat your dinner, or do you need a longer spanking?”

Jacob’s face burned with embarrassment and frustration, but the spanking had made it clear that resistance wasn’t going to get him anywhere. He mumbled an apology and reluctantly sat back down, taking small bites of his food while Emily watched.

Once dinner was finished, Emily led Jacob to the living room, where they sat down to watch a movie. Jacob, still sulking from his punishment, kept quiet as the movie started. The silence between them was heavy, broken only by the occasional crinkle of Jacob’s diaper as he shifted in his seat.

About halfway through the movie, Jacob began to squirm uncomfortably. The pressure in his stomach had been building for a while, and he knew what was coming. He wanted to hold it until Mrs. Williams got home, but within a few minutes, the inevitable happened. His face turned red as he filled his diaper, the unmistakable feeling of the mess spread across his bottom causing a wave of humiliation to wash over him.

Emily noticed almost immediately. “Jacob,” she said, her tone soft but firm. “Did you have an accident?”

Jacob looked away, too embarrassed to answer.

Emily sighed and paused the movie. “Come here, let me check.”

She stood up and gently took his hand, guiding him to stand in front of her. She unsnapped the crotch of his shortalls and onesie so that she could life them up and pull back the waistband of his diaper, confirming what she already knew.

“Yep, looks like someone’s made a poopoo in their diaper,” she said, shaking her head. “Well, it was getting to be time for your bath anyways.”

Jacob’s heart sank. He had been dreading this moment ever since Mrs. Williams had mentioned it. Emily led him to the bathroom, where she began to prepare the bath, running warm water and gathering the necessary supplies.

Once everything was ready, she turned to Jacob and helped him out of his shortalls and onesie, leaving him standing there in just his dirty diaper. “Lie down,” she instructed gently, unfolding a changing mat on the bathroom floor.

Jacob lay down, his face burning with shame as Emily untaped his diaper and began wiping his messy bottom clean. She worked quickly, her movements efficient and practiced, but there was no denying the awkwardness of the situation. Having his legs up in the air while his classmate wiped his bottom wasn't something he'd expected to happen before arriving at school. Once he was clean, she disposed of the used diaper and helped him into the tub.

“There we go,” Emily said, her tone softening as she began to wash him. “Let's get you all clean and fresh again. You’re doing just fine, Jacob.”

Jacob said nothing, too humiliated to respond. Emily proceeded to wash him thoroughly, making sure he was completely clean and spending extra time with a washcloth on his bottom before helping him out of the tub and drying him off with a large towel.

After the bath, Emily led Jacob back to his room, where she laid him down on the changing table and diapered him for bed. She dressed him in a onesie that Mrs. Williams had left out and tucked him in, patting the front of his diaper to make sure it was secure.

“Goodnight, Jacob,” Emily said, giving him a soft smile. “You behaved much better after dinner. I’m proud of you.”

Jacob mumbled a goodnight, still feeling the sting of embarrassment--and in his bottom--from the evening’s events.

A little while later, Mrs. Williams returned home, greeting Emily warmly. “How was he?” she asked as she set down her things.

Emily smiled, though there was a hint of exhaustion in her expression. “He had a bit of a rough start. He refused to eat dinner, so I had to give him a spanking. After that, he was much more cooperative.”

Mrs. Williams nodded approvingly. “Good. He knows better than to disobey.”

Emily continued, “He also had a poopy diaper during the movie, so I gave him a bath and got him all cleaned up before bed.”

“Thank you, Emily. You handled everything perfectly,” Mrs. Williams said, clearly pleased with how things had gone. “I’ll make sure Jacob knows how lucky he is to have someone like you looking after him.”

Emily blushed a little at the praise. “It was no problem. If you ever need help again, just let me know.”

"I definitely will, Emily. In fact, it might be helpful to have you keep an eye on him while he's at school. Maybe you could even check his diapers when you have a chance in case he needs a change before he's able to make it home."

"Sure, Mrs. Williams, I'd be happy to do that."

With that, Emily said her goodbyes and headed home, leaving Mrs. Williams to check on Jacob, who was fast asleep in his bed, his thick diaper safely in place for the night.