Easing him into it [Chapter 35 Updated 2/9]

[BabePlease]

Chapter 28: Finding Comfort

As Greg lay on the floor, still shaking and trembling from his earlier release, Sam couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction. She had broken him, and he was now fully under her control. She looked down at him, her eyes sparkling with amusement, and said, "You're such a good boy, Greg. You're so obedient and submissive." She reached down and stroked his hair, her touch gentle but firm.

Greg felt a surge of embarrassment and humiliation, but he couldn't deny the sense of relief and comfort that came with being in Sam's control. He had made the choice to stay in diapers, and now he was fully embracing it. He looked up at Sam, his eyes locked on hers, and said, "I'm sorry, Sam. I'm sorry for not being able to stay dry." His voice was barely above a whisper, and he felt a sense of shame and regret.

Sam smiled and leaned down to kiss him. "You don't have to apologize, baby. You're doing exactly what I want you to do. You're being a good boy, and that's all that matters." She pulled back and looked at him, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Now, let's get you cleaned up and into a fresh diaper. You're all wet."

As she stripped off his wet clothes, Greg felt a sense of embarrassment and humiliation. He was exposed and vulnerable, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of shame. But Sam just smiled and said, "Don't worry, baby. I'll take care of you. You're safe with me."

As she put a new diaper on him, Sam's mind wandered back to the earlier scene. She remembered the way Greg had looked, his face pressed against her leg, his mouth sucking on the bottle as he humped her. She recalled the sound of his sucking, the way he had moaned and groaned as he came. She felt a surge of excitement and arousal as she remembered the scene, and she couldn't help but smile to herself.

As she dressed him in a fresh onesie, complete with little bottles, pacifiers, and diaper pins all over it, Greg didn't even notice. He was so caught up in the moment, and he was happy to be in Sam's control.

As she led him to the bedroom, Greg looked at the clock and realized it was only 6pm. He made a pouty face behind the bottle, but he knew it was futile to put up a fight. "Aww, do I have to go to bed so early?" he asked, his voice whiny.

Sam smiled and said, "Yes, baby. You've had a long day, and you need your rest. Besides, I need some adult time to watch my shows." Greg felt a pang of sadness, but his eyes only slightly welled up. He was used to being alone at night, and he knew that Sam needed her time.

As she read to him, Greg felt a sense of comfort and relaxation. The book was about a boy who travels back to medieval times, and meets King Arthur and Merlin. Greg was enjoying it, sucking on his binky as he listened. But as the story went on, he started to feel a familiar sensation in his bladder. He thought about holding it, but then he remembered how Sam had been treating him. She would probably just make him wet his pants again anyway, so what was the point of trying to hold it? He made the decision to let go, to just relax and let his body do what it wanted.

As he felt the warmth spreading through his diaper, Greg felt a sense of relief and comfort. It was a strange feeling, but it was also kind of nice. He felt like he was giving in to his body, like he was surrendering to his own desires. He looked up at Sam, who was still reading to him, and felt a sense of love and adoration for her. She was taking care of him, and he was happy to be in her control.

When Sam finished the third chapter of the book, she leaned in for a kiss and slipped her fingers into his diaper. Her eyes widened in surprise as she felt the warmth and wetness. "Wow Baby, it looks like you're not ready for potty training yet," she said, her voice teasing. 

Sam internally thought, he didn't even make any effort not to wet this time or fight for his adulthood. She knew he was fully in her palm.

Greg looked down, feeling a sense of embarrassment and humiliation. But he knew that he had made the decision to wet, and he felt a sense of pride and surrender. He knew that Sam would take care of him, no matter what.

Sam smiled and said, "I think you're just not ready to give up your diapers yet, baby. And that's okay. You can stay in them as long as you need to." She squeezed the front of the diaper, and Greg felt a surge of embarrassment and humiliation.

"I think you're right, Sam," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't feel like I'm ready to be a big boy yet." He replaced the binky in his own mouth this time to sooth his anxiety.

Sam smiled and said, "That's okay, baby. You don't have to be a big boy. You can stay my little baby, and I'll take care of you." She unsnapped the onesie and performed the change, putting a new diaper on him. "Night night, baby," she said, her voice soft and gentle.

As she left the room and closed the door, Greg lay there wide awake, thinking about the night's events. He wasn't as uncomfortable as he had been previously, and he felt used to the passing and crinkling of the diaper at this point. He thought about Sam, and the way she had made him feel. He thought about the way he had responded to her, and the way he had felt when he was in her control.

After around an hour of staring at the ceiling, Greg eventually fell asleep, feeling a sense of peace and contentment that he had never felt before. He was safe, and he was loved. And he knew that he would do anything to make Sam happy, even if it meant wearing diapers and being a good boy.

Chapter 29: Caught In the Act

The next morning, Greg woke up to an unfamiliar sense of comfort and security. He was still in his diaper, sucking on his binky, and holding onto his dino stuffie. This time, he didn't cringe at his situation; instead, he felt a sense of peace and tranquility wash over him. He looked over at the clock and saw that it was only 6 am. He had woken up early due to the early bedtime, and Sam was still fast asleep next to him. She looked beautiful in her sleep, and Greg couldn't help but stare at her.

As he lay there, he felt a gentle urge in his bladder. It wasn't overwhelming, but he didn't feel like waking Sam up. He knew what she wanted from him, and he didn't want to disappoint her. So, he made the decision to release his bladder, feeling the warmth spread through his diaper as he sucked away on his binky. The sensation was strange, but it was also kind of comforting.

Greg wasn't sure what to do next. He couldn't go back to sleep, but he didn't want to wake Sam up either. He wasn't even sure if he was allowed to get out of bed on his own. Would she like that? She hadn't told him not to, but he didn't want to take any chances. He figured it was safest to just stay in bed, fearing any more punishment.

As he lay there, his mind began to wander to the previous day's events. He thought about Sam controlling him, dominating him in her outfit. This brought back his arousal, and he tried to play with himself, still wearing his mittens. But it was too difficult, the mittens made it hard to get any traction, and he couldn't quite get the right touch. He struggled for a few moments, trying to make it work, but it was no use. With a sigh, he decided to take off his mittens, setting them aside on the bed. He couldn't play with himself with the mittens on, it was just too hard.

As he started to play with himself, thinking about the previous events through the diaper, the crinkling and rustling of the diaper, the softness of the onesie, and the gentle give of the rubber sheets seemed deafening with every move. He tried not to make any noise, but he so badly wanted release. He had his eyes closed, picturing Sam, when he heard her voice. "Baby, what are you doing?" Sam had awoken and was watching him, he had no idea how long. She couldn't contain the smile on her face.

Greg's face flushed hard with embarrassment as he realized he had been caught. "No... Sorry... I... it won't happen again," he stammered, trying to figure out how to explain himself.

Sam laughed, a throaty, amused sound, and scolded him. "Bad baby, playing with your diaper. That is not allowed. What do you think you are doing? Babies should NOT be playing with their diapers... to think with me sleeping right there?" 

She then reached down and felt his diaper, her hand pressing against the wet fabric.  

"And in wet diapers, no less. What am I going to do with you?" Her voice was filled with mock exasperation, but Greg could sense the amusement and arousal beneath.

Greg's face turned beet red as he realized the extent of his embarrassment. He didn't know how to respond, and he just lay there, frozen in shame. Sam got out of bed and walked over to the closet, pulling out a pair of new pink mittens. "I think I need to take some precautions to make sure you don't get into any more trouble," she said, holding up the mittens.

At first Greg didn't understand. As she got closer he saw the mittens had chains around the wrists, with little locks. He realized they would lock his hands inside. Sam was holding a small key in her other hand.

Greg felt a surge of resistance and tried to protest. His eyes once again welling with tears "Sam, I don't need those. I won't do it again," he said, trying to sound convincing. "Please, I promise I'll be good. I won't touch my diapers."

But Sam just smiled and shook her head. "I don't think I can trust you, baby. You love being in your diapers too much. You need a little extra help to behave." She locked the mittens onto his hands, and Greg felt a sense of frustration and embarrassment. He was trapped, unable to touch himself or do anything to involving his hands, including pleasure himself. He was completely at Sam's mercy, and he knew it. He had lost one more small layer of adulthood.

As he looked up at her, he saw the love and affection in her eyes, and he knew that he was exactly where he wanted to be. But he couldn't help feeling a sense of humiliation and embarrassment at being treated like a naughty baby. Sam leaned down and kissed him, her lips pressing against his. "Don't worry, baby. I'll take care of you. You're safe with me." She smiled and whispered, "And I'll make sure you don't get into any more trouble."

[wetdiaper55]

I love reading this story

[jmg1217]

This is such a great story, thank you so much for writing. Will Greg call Sam mommy soon?

[adot]

On 1/13/2025 at 11:37 AM, BabePlease said:

Considering ending this here. I like to not get too dark with it, and seems like putting him in front of people/friends/family or in public is most of what could happen, and probably hard to up the ante much. I might write another chapter to put a bow on it if people are interested.

It doesn't have to get dark to make baby hood more complete.

[paddy1965]

Really enjoying this story and looking forward to the next chapter ❤️

[wetdiaper55]

More please

[BabePlease]

Chapter 30: Somehow even more humiliating...

Sam led Greg out to the living room, where the playpen was still set up, and sat him down on the floor. She then headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, leaving Greg to his thoughts. As he sat there, he couldn't help but reflect on how his situation had somehow gotten worse. The locked mittens on his hands were a constant reminder of how he had been caught masturbating in his diapers. He couldn't tell if it was more embarrassing being caught doing that or being in wet diapers in the first place. The combination of both seemed to make each one worse.

Greg's mind wandered back to the events of the morning, and he couldn't help but wonder what had possessed him to play with himself in his diapers. Had he really thought he could get away with it? The memory of Sam's scolding and the feeling of her hand on his wet diaper made his face flush with embarrassment.

Just as Greg was getting lost in his thoughts, Sam returned with a warm bottle. He looked up, dreading another feeding, and the sight of the bottle didn't make him feel any better about his situation. He realized that his diaper was cold and uncomfortable, and he mentioned it to Sam.

"Babe, I'm a little cold," he said, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

Sam raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Really, baby? It's not that cold in here. Do you need your overalls?"

Greg shook his head, feeling a bit frustrated. "No, I mean my diaper is a bit cold. Can I get a new one?"

Sam's expression turned stern, and she said, "I don't think those in diapers can go get their own diapers, baby. How do you ask for that?"

Greg's face blushed as he realized he was being put in his place. "Can I... get the diaper changed?" he stammered.

Sam's voice was firm but gentle. "Baby, manners. Ask properly."

Greg's face grew even hotter as he realized he was being forced to ask for something that made him feel like a helpless infant. "Can you please change my diaper?" he asked, trying to sound as polite as possible.

Sam smiled and looked down at him, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Maybe in a bit, I need to make breakfast, and it will help you think about maybe starting potty training again." With a quick movement, she bent down and squeezed the front of his crotch, rubbing it in. "Also, I remember someone seeming to like their wet diapers this morning."

Before Greg could respond, Sam popped the bottle into his mouth, and he was forced to start sucking. He sat there, feeling completely defeated, as he sucked on the bottle. The urge to pee became stronger, and he thought about asking for the potty, but it seemed even more humiliating at the moment. So, he just released, feeling the warmth spread through his diaper as he sucked on the bottle.

When he had finished the bottle, Sam brought him some breakfast - cut apples and a bowl of cereal. However, eating with the mittens on proved to be a challenge, and Greg had to resort to basically drinking the cereal. He spilled some down the front of his shirt, and the mess only added to his embarrassment.

When Sam returned, she smiled and said, "Oh, someone's a messy little eater. We need to get you cleaned up and dressed because today is a big day." Greg's eyes widened with curiosity, and he wondered what she had planned. But before he could ask, she dropped a bombshell. "They should be here in a half hour," she said, her voice casual, but the implications sending Greg's mind reeling.

He sat there in shock, his eyes fixed on Sam, as he tried to process what she had just said. Who was coming? And what did it have to do with him? The uncertainty and anticipation were almost too much to bear, and Greg's heart began to racing with excitement and fear.

Chapter 31: Getting Ready

Greg's eyes widened in panic as Sam mentioned that someone was coming over. "What do you mean someone is coming? Nobody can see me like this, I need to get changed," he exclaimed, trying to get up from the floor. But Sam was too quick, and she calmly took his hand, leading him back to the bedroom. Her grip was firm but gentle, and Greg felt a surge of embarrassment as he was led away like a disobedient child.

"Who's coming?" Greg asked, his mind racing with possibilities. "Oh, just my friend Vanessa from the club," Sam replied, her voice calm and collected. She seemed to be enjoying Greg's distress, and he could sense a hint of amusement in her tone.

Greg's mind went blank as he tried to remember who Vanessa was. "Who?" he asked again, his voice laced with panic. He was trying to process the situation, but his brain was a jumble of emotions and thoughts. He felt like he was trapped in a nightmare, and he couldn't wake up.

Sam chuckled and handed him his binky. "Calm down, baby. Let's get you changed." She popped the pacifier into his mouth, and Greg felt a surge of embarrassment as he sucked on it. The pacifier was a reminder of his regression, and he hated the feeling of being treated like a baby. But at the same time, he couldn't deny the comfort it brought him. He felt like he was being soothed, like a child being calmed by a pacifier.

As they entered the bedroom, Greg caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He was still wearing the onesie, and his diaper was sagging and wet. He looked like a toddler, and the sight filled him with horror. Nobody could see him like this, he thought. Thank god Sam was going to let him change. He felt a wave of relief wash over him, but it was short-lived.

But as Sam pulled out the changing mat and laid it on the bed, Greg's heart sank. "Lay down, babe. I need to get you changed," she said, her voice firm but gentle. Greg felt a surge of panic as he realized that Sam wasn't going to change him out of diapers. He was going to be stuck in this humiliating outfit, with a wet diaper and a pacifier in his mouth.

Greg spit out the pacifier, his mind racing with protest. "Wait, you're not putting another diaper on me with someone coming, are you?" he asked, his voice laced with desperation. He felt like he was begging, like a child pleading with a parent to spare him from punishment.

Sam's expression was calm and amused. "Silly, what do you mean? What else would you wear?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She seemed to be enjoying Greg's distress, and he could sense a hint of sadism in her tone. She was getting off on his humiliation, and he couldn't deny the thrill it gave her.

Greg felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes as he realized that Sam wasn't going to change him out of diapers. "No, babe, I can't be seen in diapers. I need my underwear," he pleaded, his voice cracking with emotion. He felt like he was losing control, like he was being stripped of his dignity and autonomy.

Sam's response was firm but gentle. "Oh, don't be silly. What else would you wear? You need your protection. When was the last time you used the potty instead of your diaper?" she asked, her voice dripping with amusement. She was teasing him, taunting him with his own failures. Greg felt a surge of shame and embarrassment as he realized that he had been unable to control his bladder.

Greg's mind went blank as he thought about all the accidents he had been having. His diaper was cold and wet right now, and he knew he hadn't been keeping his pants dry. He searched his mind for an argument, but it was no use. He wasn't even sure anymore what would happen if he had normal underwear on. He was trapped, and he knew it. Sam was in control, and he was at her mercy. 

Then, he remembered the trainers. "The trainers," he exclaimed. "We can hide those under my pants." He felt a surge of hope, like maybe he could escape the humiliation of wearing diapers.

Sam's response was immediate. "Haha, baby, we both know what happened last time you thought you were ready for trainers. No, I think we'll stick with your diapers." She was laughing at him, teasing him with the prospect of being humiliated in front of someone else.

Sam's words were like a dagger to his heart. "You don't have to worry anyways. She knows you are still working on potty training. She's bringing her little one for a playdate, and you'll have so much fun!" she said, her voice giddy with excitement. Greg felt like he was going to die from shame. Who was this woman, and how did she know about his diapers? What she she mean little one? Playdate? He felt like he was trapped in a nightmare, and he couldn't wake up.

As Sam spoke, Greg's mind was reeling. He didn't know how to process what Sam was saying. He was jumping between thinking about his outfit, his diapers, to someone coming over, to how long she had been planning this, to who else knew about what she was doing. He was trying to process the fact that someone was coming over, and that he was going to be stuck in diapers. He was trying to think of a way out, but every door he tried to open led to more humiliation and embarrassment.

As Sam led him to the bed, Greg felt like he was being led to the gallows. He knew that he was in for a humiliation unlike anything he had ever experienced before. Sam laid him down on the bed, and began to change his diaper. Greg felt like he was being treated like a baby, with no control over his clothing choice.

"Oh baby, you are getting a little red, I don't want you to get a rash." She said after opening his diaper. She went to the closet and retrieved some baby powder.

As Sam liberally applied the baby powder, filling the room with its aroma, Greg felt like he was being tortured. The powder was cold and uncomfortable, and he knew the smell would betray even more that he was being treated like a infant. He felt like he was losing all sense of dignity and autonomy, and he didn't know how to stop it.

As Sam finished changing him, Greg felt like he was a completely different state than he had been a week ago. He was no longer a grown man, but a helpless baby, at the mercy of his wife. He felt like he was trapped in a prison of his own making by allowing this, and he didn't know how to escape.

Sam brought out a new red-lined dinosaur onesie, Greg felt like he was being dressed up like a doll, and he hated every minute of it. The onesie was tight and uncomfortable, every movement reminded him of his position. 

Then she fetched the overalls, Greg felt like he was being dressed up for a costume party. The overalls were short and childish, with snaps in the crotch that would only be necessary for someone needing diaper changes. They also had a large dinosaur patch on the front, which made them look even more ridiculous. The crotch area was especially obvious, accentuating the contents underneath somehow, tight in all the wrong places. Greg felt his face burning with embarrassment as he realized that anyone who saw him would know that he was wearing a diaper. He couldn't bear the thought of being seen like this, and tears began to well up in his eyes.

He looked at Sam, who was watching him with a smile on her face, and he felt a surge of defeat. He knew how much she was enjoying this, and that was something at least? He did want to make her happy.

As Sam finished dressing him, Greg looked at himself in the mirror. He was shocked at what he saw. He was dressed up like a toddler, with a diaper and a pacifier. He looked like a completely different person, and he didn't know how to process it. He felt like he had completely lost his adulthood, and this was his new normal. Tears streamed down his face as he realized the extent of his humiliation.

Just then, Sam walked over to the closet and pulled out a beautiful floral dress. She slipped it on, and Greg couldn't help but stare. She looked stunning, like a completely different person from the one who had been dressing him up like a toddler. The dress hugged her curves, accentuating her beauty and femininity. Greg felt a pang of jealousy, wondering why he couldn't be the one who got to dress up like an adult.

As Sam finished getting dressed, she turned to Greg and smiled. "You look adorable, baby," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. Greg felt a surge of embarrassment, and he looked away, unable to meet her eyes.

"Babe, I look ridiculous," Greg said, his voice shaking with embarrassment. He felt like he was going to burst into a full blown tantrum, and he didn't know how to stop it.

Sam just smiled and walked over to him. She comforted him in her usual way by unsnapping his binky and putting the pacifier in her very wet juices under her skirt, in her pussy, and replacing it in his mouth. Greg felt a surge of humiliation, but also a sense of comfort. He sucked on the pacifier, feeling the familiar sensation of being soothed as he tasted her familiar taste. Somehow this did calm him some.

"Relax, baby," Sam said, her voice soft and gentle. "You're going to have so much fun today. Just relax and enjoy it." She kissed him on the cheek, and Greg felt a surge of love for her. He knew that she was doing this to him because she loved him, and because she wanted to humiliate him. He didn't know how to process it, but he knew that he was trapped in this situation, and all he could do was see it through.

The doorbell rang, and Greg's heart sank. It was too late to escape, and he knew that he was in for a long and humiliating day. He took a deep breath, and steeled himself for what was to come.

"Oh great, they're here!" Sam said, her voice ecstatic with excitement. She took Greg's hand, and led him out of the bedroom, into the unknown.

[therende]

Mittens will never do; Sam needs to take sterner methods to make sure Greg doesn't play with himself.

[littlebopeeper]

On 1/13/2025 at 10:37 AM, BabePlease said:

I might write another chapter to put a bow on it if people are interested.

Glad to see that you decided to keep going.  The opening paragraph in chapter 15 reminded me of what always puzzles me about a tale like this.  What would cause a woman who clearly loves her husband to go down this path?  This is very well written, but that's what I would be looking for when you do get to the end. 

[BabePlease]

Chapter 32: A New Friend

As Sam pulled Greg by the hand out of the bedroom, he felt like he was being dragged to his own execution. He wanted to hide under a blanket and never come out. The thought of meeting new people, especially ones who knew about his situation, was terrifying. He tried to protest, his voice barely above a whisper, "Sam, I don't think I can do this." But his words were lost in the excitement of the moment, and Sam just kept pulling him along, practically skipping with joy.

As they approached the living room, Greg's anxiety reached new heights. He couldn't bear the thought of facing these new people, and he tried to pull back, but Sam's grip was too strong. She let go of his hand and he quickly backed away, hiding around the corner in the kitchen. He couldn't believe this was happening. He felt like he was going to throw up.

He heard Sam greet Vanessa, her voice bright and cheerful, from the living room. "Hey! So glad you could make it." Vanessa responded, her voice equally friendly, "Thanks for having us." They chatted for a bit, and Greg heard them laughing and talking. But then, Sam's voice changed, and she said, "Where's Greg? I could have sworn he was right here with me." There was a pause, and then Sam's high heels clicked towards the kitchen. "Oh, silly, don't be shy," she said, grabbing him by the hand and pulling him back out into the living room.

As they entered the living room, Greg saw Vanessa, a stunning woman in her mid-30s, with long, curly auburn hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall. Her piercing green eyes sparkled with warmth, and her bright smile lit up the room. She was dressed in a sleek black pencil dress that hugged her curves, and her high heels made her look like a model. A delicate silver necklace with a small pendant rested on her chest, and her ears were adorned with elegant chandelier earrings.

Next to her stood a blonde woman with curly pigtails that bounced with each movement. Her hair was styled in a way that made her look like a doll, with tight curls and a few loose strands framing her face. Her makeup was subtle, with a light dusting of powder and a soft pink lip gloss. Her eyes were lined with a thin layer of eyeliner, and her lashes were thick and luscious. She was dressed in a full trench coat, which seemed out of place on such a beautiful day.

Vanessa and the girl's eyes both widened at the sight of Greg immediately, and both of them in unison stifled a laugh at his appearance. He knew exactly what they were thinking, and couldn't blame them. His face was as red as it could possibly go, and new tears were forming. Vanessa looked like she was in heaven at the sight. He just looked down to his shoes. 

Sam said, "Can I take your coats?" Vanessa replied, "Oh, yes, please do." But the blonde woman hesitated, her smile from Greg's outfit now gone, her eyes also moved to being fixed on the floor. Vanessa encouraged her, "Come on, take off your coat. It's okay, sweetie." But she didn't move. Vanessa smiled and said, "I'll help you, then." She gently took the coat off the woman's shoulders, and Greg's eyes widened in surprise.

Underneath the woman was wearing a dress that looked like it belonged on a toddler, not a grown woman. The dress was a bright pink and white, with hearts and ruffles all over it. It had a high waist with a big ribbon, and petticoats underneath that made it fluff out like a ball gown. The dress was made of a shiny material that caught the light, and it had a full skirt that made her look like a princess. Her white tights were thick and opaque, and her black Mary Jane shoes were adorned with a small bow. She looked like a 3-year-old girl dressed up for a wedding, complete with a big bow in her hair.

Greg realized why she had been reluctant to take off her coat. She was embarrassed, just like him. He felt a pang of recognition, seeing the same shame and humiliation in her that he felt himself. Vanessa smiled and said, "Isn't she adorable? She's been dressing up like this for our playdates, and I just love it." Sam chimed in, "I know, right? I've been wanting to get Greg into something similar, but he's been a bit resistant." Greg's head jerked at this comment, wondering what she meant.

Vanessa said, "Let's get introductions out of the way, shall we? This is Lisa. Lisa, this is Greg. Greg, this is Lisa." Lisa mumbled a barely audible "hi", and Greg managed to eke out a small "hello" in response.

Sam said, "Manners, Greg. Give Lisa a proper greeting." Greg felt his face burn with embarrassment as he tried to think of something to say. "H-hi, Lisa. It's nice to meet you." Lisa smiled slightly, and Vanessa said, "See, Lisa? I told you Greg would be nice. Now, let's get comfortable and have some fun."

Chapter 33: Getting to Know Each Other

As Sam led them to the living room, Greg's eyes widened in horror at the sight of the playpen still set up on the floor. He felt a surge of embarrassment and humiliation as he realized that he was going to have to play in it, dressed in his ridiculous outfit. The playpen was a constant reminder of his regression, and he couldn't bear the thought of being trapped in it again.

Sam's voice was cheerful as she said, "How about you two play and get more comfortable? I'll spread out the coloring books and toys on the floor." She glanced at Vanessa and added, "Vanessa, do you want a glass of wine? I can close the playpen, they should be fine for a while."

Vanessa smiled and replied, "Oh, I could use a glass, sounds fantastic." She turned to Lisa and said, "Lisa, be respectful of Greg, I don't want any trouble out of you." Lisa nodded, her eyes cast downward, and Greg couldn't help but notice the way she looked at him, a mixture of curiosity and embarrassment.

As Sam closed the gate to the playpen, Greg felt a pang of anxiety. He was trapped, and he knew it. The playpen was a symbol of his submission, and he couldn't bear the thought of being confined to it. But as he looked at Lisa, he saw that she was feeling the same way, and a sense of solidarity washed over him.

When Sam and Vanessa left the room, Greg and Lisa were left standing there, awkwardly, not knowing what to do. The silence between them was palpable, and Greg felt like he was going to burst. He tried to break the silence, but his voice caught in his throat.

It felt like minutes before Lisa finally spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper. "So... How did she get you like this?" Greg was taken aback by the question, and he realized that he didn't know exactly how to answer. He wasn't quite sure himself how he had ended up in this situation.

He tried to explain, stumbling over his words. "Uhh... it started with her wanting to try being more dominant in the bedroom... and then she started treating me different... and I wanted to make her happy..." He trailed off, unsure of how to continue.

Lisa looked at him with a mixture of curiosity and understanding. "So, she put you in those?" she asked, pointing to his obviously padded crotch. Greg's face turned beet red as he realized how readily apparent it was that he was wearing a diaper. He thought back to the countless accidents and wet diapers since then, and how he had tried to explain to Sam that he had wet his pants on purpose originally, but it had only led to more humiliation as he realized she had never actually asked him to do so.

He tried to explain, really jumbling it up. "Well, I could tell she wanted me to have an accident... and I did... and then she had these... and... and..." That word again, accident, he wished he had a better way to describe what had happened. He couldn't believe he was telling someone else out loud how he had his underwear taken away and he wished there was a less humiliating way to explain it, but realized there was no minimizing how he had wet his pants.

He felt like he was going to die from embarrassment, and he couldn't bear to look at Lisa.

But to his surprise, Lisa finished his sentence for him, smirking "And now you are in diapers." Greg hung his head, feeling like he was going to cry. But Lisa's next words surprised him. "Don't worry, I am in no place to judge. It's kind of nice seeing it's not just me."

Greg felt a little better, and he asked her, "So how did you end up here?" Lisa took a deep breath, and her eyes seemed to glaze over as she began to explain her backstory. "Vanessa and I have been together for about five years now. We've always had a bit of a dominant-submissive relationship, but it's always been more about ropes and bondage. But about six months ago, she started getting into age play, and she asked me to try it with her."

Lisa's voice was laced with a mixture of emotions as she continued. "At first, I was hesitant, but she can be very persuasive. She started dressing me up in these types of outfits, at the beginning, I felt so humiliated. But as time went on, I started to realize that it was kind of... freeing. I mean, I'm not really in control when I'm dressed up like this, and it's kind of nice to just let go and be taken care of. I mean... I still feel ridiculous though", she said blushing.

Greg listened, entranced, as Lisa explained her situation. He felt a sense of closeness with her, and he realized that they were both in similar situations. They were both being dominated by their partners, and they were both feeling a sense of freedom and submission.

As they talked, Greg felt his embarrassment start to fade away. He realized that he wasn't alone, and that Lisa was feeling the same way. They were both in this together, and they could support each other.

As Lisa smiled at him, Greg felt a sense of connection. "It could be worse," she said. "You are kind of adorable." Greg laughed back, feeling a sense of relief. "Your outfit makes me not feel as bad about mine," he said, trying poking her with a joke.

Lisa's eyes sparkled with amusement, but then her expression turned slightly annoyed. "Well, at least I don't need my binky attached to my shirt," she said, nodding towards the pacifier clipped to Greg's shirt. Greg's face turned bright red as he felt a surge of embarrassment. He had forgotten about the pacifier, and now he felt like a total infant.

Lisa's gaze then shifted to his hands, and she asked, "What's with the mittens? Why are you wearing those?" Greg felt a wave of panic wash over him, and he quickly made up an excuse. "Oh, Sam just likes to keep me in them, just something else to restrict me I guess." He didn't want to explain the real reason, that he had been caught playing with himself and Sam had put the mittens on him to prevent it from happening again.

Lisa raised an eyebrow, but didn't press the issue. Instead, she asked, "So, do you like wearing diapers?" Greg's mind flashed back to the time Sam had said he did, because he had been masturbating in wet diapers. He felt a surge of embarrassment and shame, but he firmly said, "No!" and slightly stamped his foot. He realized he sounded like a child, but he couldn't bring himself to admit the truth.

Lisa laughed at him with a hint of surprise, and said, "OK, ok..." She didn't seem to believe him, but she let it drop.

As they sat down on the floor, Lisa picked up a coloring book and began to flip through the pages. "What do you want to color?" she asked, looking up at Greg. Greg shrugged, feeling a bit silly. "I don't know, what do you want to color?"

Lisa smiled and handed him a crayon. "How about we color this picture of a cat?" she suggested. Greg took the crayon, but it was difficult to hold onto with the mittens on. He struggled to grasp it, his fingers clumsy and uncoordinated. Finally, after several attempts, he was able to grab it with his palm, and he began to color.

As they colored, Greg found himself getting lost in the activity. He was having fun, and he was enjoying Lisa's company. He couldn't believe how much he had been dreading this, and now he was actually having a good time. Lisa chatted and laughed with him, and Greg found himself feeling more and more at ease.

As they colored, Greg couldn't help but sneak glances at Lisa. She was so beautiful, with her curly blonde hair and bright green eyes. He found himself wondering if she was wearing diapers under her dress, and feeling a bit turned on by the thought. He tried to push the thought away, but he couldn't help sneaking another glance at her.

Lisa caught him looking and smiled back at him. "You're staring," she said, her voice teasing. Greg's face turned bright red as he looked away, feeling embarrassed. "Sorry," he muttered.

Lisa laughed and reached out to touch his arm. "It's okay, I'm used to it," she said. "Vanessa is always staring at me too." Greg looked back at her, feeling a sense of curiosity. "Do you like it when she stares at you?" he asked.

Lisa shrugged, her expression thoughtful. "I don't know, it's just something she does. But sometimes it makes me feel... special, I guess." Greg nodded, feeling a sense of understanding. He knew how it felt to be the center of someone's attention, and it was a nice feeling.

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Chapter 34: Accidents Can Get Worse?

As they lay on the floor, coloring and chatting, Greg and Lisa had moved closer together, their bodies touching as they shared the same book. The warmth of her body against his was comforting, but it also made him more aware of his own body's needs. The bottle from the morning had made its way through him, and he could feel the pressure building in his bladder. At first, it was just a gentle whisper, but it quickly grew into a loud, insistent voice, demanding to be heard.

Without realizing it, Greg had placed his mitten-covered hand on the front of his padded crotch, applying gentle pressure as if trying to hold it in. He was squirming slightly, trying to get comfortable, but it was no use. The crinkling and rustling of his diaper sounded like a loud, mocking laugh, echoing through the room and making him feel like he was going to die from embarrassment.

Lisa looked at him with concern, her brow furrowed in a gentle frown. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice soft and soothing. Greg tried to brush it off, not wanting to admit his predicament. "What? Yea, I'm fine," he said, trying to hide the panic in his voice. But it was no use. His body was betraying him, and he could feel the urgency growing by the second.

He eyed the child's potty outside the playpen, wondering if he would have to call for Sam to use it. The thought made his heart sink. Would Sam really make him use the potty in front of Lisa? Or would she let him go to the bathroom like a normal person? He knew the answer, deep down. Sam would never pass up an opportunity to humiliate him like this. She had already paraded him around in a diaper and toddler's clothes; what was a little potty training between friends? He didn't think he could use it in front of her... he didn't even know how to think about calling out to Sam.

The debate raged on in his mind, but his body was making the decision for him. The urgency grew, and his control began to slip. He tried to focus on the coloring, but tears were forming in his eyes. He was not going to cry about this. He was a grown man, for God's sake. But the humiliation was suffocating him, making it hard to breathe.

Just as he thought he was going to lose it, Lisa broke through his thoughts, her voice like a ray of sunshine in the darkness. "Relax, you're bumping into me," she said, laughing and squeezing him in the ribs. The shock of it made his body betray him, and his bladder unleashed its payload. He felt the warmth spreading through his diaper, and his heart sank.

The noise was faint, but it was there - a quiet hissing sound that seemed to echo through the room. Lisa heard it, and her head snapped up, her eyes locking onto his. "What is that?" she asked, her voice full of curiosity. Greg sat up, trying to move to cover the noise with his diaper crinkling, not knowing what to do. This couldn't be happening. He was wetting his diaper in front of this attractive girl he had just met.

It clicked with her, and she asked, her voice full of amusement, "Are you wetting your diaper? Did you have an accident? Or on purpose?" She laughed, the sound like music to his ears, but also like a knife to his heart.

A tear poked out of his eye, and he steeled himself, trying to cover. "No, what of course not? I don't know what that was," he said, trying to brush it off. "Probably the TV speakers," he added, trying to sound nonchalant.

Lisa looked at him, puzzled, and laughed. "Okay, whatever," she said, her voice dripping with skepticism. Greg couldn't tell if his cover story had worked, but he knew he had to keep trying. He couldn't let her see how humiliated he was, how broken. He had to keep up the act, no matter what.

As they sat there, the tension between them was palpable. Greg could feel Lisa's eyes on him, boring into his skin, and he knew he had to do something to break the silence. He took a deep breath and tried to smile, but it felt like his face was going to crack. "So, uh, what do you think of the coloring book?" he asked, trying to sound casual.

Lisa looked at him, her expression softening. "It's nice," she said. "I like the pictures." She paused, and then added, "I'm going to color this cat purple." She began to color, her movements smooth and confident. Greg watched her, feeling a mix of emotions. He was still trying to process what had just happened, but at the same time, he was drawn to Lisa's carefree spirit. However the rapidly cooling diaper was a reminder of what had just taken place. Hopefully he could push out anyone finding out until after Lisa left.

As they colored, the silence between them was suddenly broken by the sound of Sam and Vanessa returning from the kitchen. They walked in with wine glasses and a bottle in their hands, as well as a sippy cup. Vanessa exclaimed, "Oh my God, how cute are you two playing together?" and Greg heard the sound of a cellphone camera snapping.

Greg and Lisa jerked around, protesting, "No, please! No pictures!" Greg whined. But Vanessa just smiled and said, "Shush, silly, it's just for us." Greg's face turned bright red as he realized they had just taken a picture of him and Lisa together, him in his diaper and toddler's clothes, and her in her dress and pigtails. He thought about what the picture must look like, with him and Lisa sitting on the floor, surrounded by coloring books and toys, looking like two children playing together.

Sam walked over to them, holding out the sippy cup and bottle. "We brought you some milk," she said, smiling. Vanessa looked at Lisa, "Baby, are you still dry or do you need a change?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. Greg's ears perked up at this question, realizing that Lisa must be in diapers too. He thought about how embarrassing it must be for her, to be asked about her diaper status in front of him.

Lisa replied, "I'm dry," quietly. But Vanessa pretended not to hear her, "What was that, sweetie? I didn't quite catch it." Lisa repeated, "I'm dry," a bit louder this time. Vanessa smiled and said, "Let me just check to make sure." She walked over to Lisa and lifted up the back of her skirt, revealing a beautiful round butt in a pull-up. The pull-up was a pale pink color with white cartoon characters on it, and it was stretched tightly over Lisa's curves. Greg couldn't help but stare at the sight, mesmerized by the way the pull-up hugged her buttocks.

Vanessa reached out and gently touched the pull-up, feeling for any signs of wetness. She pulled Lisa's skirt up higher, revealing more of her pull-up-clad visible through the cloudy white tights. Greg couldn't help but stare at the sight, his eyes fixed on the way the pull-up curved around Lisa's buttocks. Vanessa reached out and gently pulled the pull-up down, revealing Lisa's smooth skin underneath. She checked the front of the pull-up, her fingers probing intimately, and then pulled it back up.

As she finished her check, Vanessa said, "Okay, baby, you're dry! I'm so happy to see that!" She beamed with pride, pretending to be thrilled that Lisa was dry. But then she added, "Now, let's get you on Greg's potty." Lisa protested, "Can I please use the bathroom?" But Vanessa was firm. "Oh, not today, baby. We don't want you to fall in, let's use his potty, it's so cute!" She was definitely getting off on the control over Lisa.

Vanessa reached out and removed Lisa's dress, pulling it over her head without considering her feelings. It was like a mother undressing her child, without any regard for modesty or dignity. Lisa's breasts were exposed, and Greg couldn't help but stare at their large, beautiful shape and pink nipples. She quickly covered them with her arm, blushing heavily, and Greg felt a pang of sympathy for her.

As Lisa stood there, naked from the waist up, in her tights and pull-ups, Greg couldn't help but admire her beautiful body. She looked like a beautiful woman dressed in a child's outfit, and the contrast was both embarrassing and arousing. Vanessa smiled and said, "Okay, baby, let's get you on the potty." She led Lisa over to the child's toilet, and Greg watched as she sat down, her eyes avoiding his.

As Lisa sat on the potty, Greg heard the sound of her peeing splashing loudly in the toilet. Sam exclaimed, "Wow, her potty training is going great! You must be so proud, Vanessa." Vanessa smiled, "Yes, I am. She's doing well." She added, "But... She has good days and bad days, still a lot of wet tights." Lisa cringed at this statement, her face turning bright red with embarrassment.

Greg felt a pang of arousal at the sight of Lisa on the potty, and the way Vanessa was talking to her. He was fascinated by the scene unfolding before him, and he couldn't help but think about how humiliating this must be for Lisa. He looked at her, sitting on the potty, her eyes cast down in embarrassment, and he felt a surge of sympathy for her.

It was Sam's turn to check on Greg. She loudly turned to him, "How about you, baby, are you dry? Do you need the potty?" Greg panicked, not knowing what to do, and quickly lied without thinking, "I'm fine." He stammered out the words, trying to sound convincing, but his voice trembled with fear.

Sam's face lit up with a smile, "Oh, good, let's get you on the potty too!" But then her eyes dropped to Greg's crotch, and her expression changed. "Dry, baby?" she repeated, her voice dripping with skepticism. "Then what's that?" she asked, pointing between his legs.

Greg's head jerked down to his crotch, and his eyes widened in horror as he saw the dark wet spot on the front of his overalls right at the crotch, with butterfly shaped damp spots where his diaper met his thighs. The wetness had leaked through his diaper and onto his pants, creating a visible stain. His mittened hands shot down to cover his crotch, attempting to hide it. His face burned with shame, and he felt tears welling up in his eyes. He had leaked, and now everyone could see it.

Lisa, still sitting on the potty, exclaimed, "I knew it! The speakers..." She burst out laughing, clearly amused by Greg's misfortune. "I told you it wasn't the TV!" she added, chuckling.

Vanessa chimed in, "Lisa, be nice, he is still training too. He must not have known he had an accident." But Greg was beyond consolation. He felt like he was going to die from embarrassment.

Greg tried to defend himself, "That's not true..." But Sam interjected, her voice firm but playful, "He MUST not have known, because otherwise he would have lied, and we know how liars get punished, right, Greggy?" Greg's eyes dropped, and he mumbled, "I'm sorry, Sam, I didn't know I did it."

Sam pushed him for more, "Did what, baby?" Greg looked down, his voice barely above a whisper, "Had an accident." Sam's face softened, and she walked over to him, pushing her hand into his crotch, "Another one... honestly we just can't get you out of these diapers! It's okay, baby, maybe Lisa's potty progress will rub off on you."

As Sam touched him, Greg felt a wave of humiliation wash over him. He was a grown man, being treated like a toddler, and he couldn't escape the feeling of shame. He looked down at himself, taking in the sight of his wet overalls, the stain spreading down to his thighs. He was a mess, and he just wanted to disappear.

Sam said, "Let's get you changed up," and started unbuttoning the snaps on his overalls. Greg quickly protested, "Not here, please!" But Sam just laughed and said, "That's cute, you are shy! It's okay, baby, nobody cares. We've all seen accidents before." She quickly pushed his pacifier into his mouth, stifling any more complaints, and Greg felt like he was going to suffocate from embarrassment.

As Sam undressed him, she unsnapped the overalls and onesie in the crotch, revealing the wet very wet yellow stained diaper underneath. Greg felt a surge of shame as Sam pulled the overalls down, exposing his diaper-clad bottom. She said, "More laundry again, feels like it's constant!" as she pulled the wet overalls off. Greg caught a glimpse of himself, lying on his back, sucking a pacifier, and wearing a diaper. He was a sight to behold, and he couldn't believe he had sunk so low.

She untaped the diaper and his nakedness was on full display for the room, Greg moved to cover with his hands but she pushed them away without a second thought. He looked at Vanessa and she was watching him drinking from her glass of wine, her face looked like she was absolutely reveling in this. She looked ecstatic. His eyes made his way to Lisa on the potty, she was also fully drinking in his situation, with a bit of a smirk. Her face clearly saying that at least she wasn't in his situation. He couldn't bare to look at anyone and moved his eyes to the corner of the room.

Sam seemed to take her time, applying baby powder and rubbing it all over his skin, bringing a cloud of white powder and a sweet aroma to the room. "You're going to smell so fresh and clean," she cooed, as she worked. The new diaper she put on him had little pink and blue bottles and pacifiers on it, and the words "Potty Pants" emblazoned on the back. Greg felt like he was going to die from shame as Sam taped the diaper up and said, "I almost let him stay in his wet diaper, he loves his wet diapers a little too much. I caught him this morning getting a little too familiar with himself in them, that's why he needs the mittens... but he's had so many lately I'm worried about diaper rash."

Vanessa and Lisa chuckled at this, and Greg's face burned with embarrassment. He felt like he was going to explode from shame, and he just wanted to disappear. Sam finished up left him sitting there, in just his diaper, sucking his pacifier, and looking like a complete baby. Greg's eyes met Vanessa's, and she was smiling, clearly enjoying his humiliation. Revealing the reason for his mittens and what he had been caught doing was too much for him. He quickly looked away, feeling a new wave of tears well up in his eyes and a couple pop creating a stream on his face.

As he sat there, Greg couldn't help but think about how far he had fallen. He was a grown man, being treated like a toddler, and he couldn't escape the feeling of shame. He looked down at his diaper, the words "Potty Pants" mocking his current predicament even further. There was nowhere lower to go from here at least he thought. He caught eyes with Lisa and she giggled, which for some reason made him smile and feel a bit of comfort.

Sam snapped her fingers like she was remembering and said, "I have just the thing for them!" and went to the room, returning with two identical onesies with blue pacifiers and pink bottles and flowers. Greg felt like they looked feminine, but at this point, he just wanted his diaper covered. He realized that his experience of showing everyone he had wet his pants was infinitely more embarrassing than Lisa making it to the potty. He thought to himself, "Why did this have to happen to me? Why did I have to have an accident in front of everyone?" He felt a wave of shame wash over him as he remembered the feeling of his pants getting wet and the sound of Lisa's laughter.

Sam said, "They will be so cute, little twinsies!" and Vanessa agreed, "Omg, that is the best, Sam!" She got Lisa up from the potty and pulled her tights down, revealing her pull-up underneath. They dressed them side by side in the onesies, and Greg couldn't help but notice how amazing Lisa looked in hers. The onesie hugged her in all the right places, accentuating her perky breasts and pushing them out. Her pull-up gave her a round, padded look, and Greg felt a pang of embarrassment as he realized his diaper looked giant and unflattering in comparison.

Lisa's onesie was a bit tighter than Greg's, and it showed off her curves. The blue pacifiers and pink bottles on the onesie added a touch of femininity to her outfit, and Greg couldn't help but notice how cute she looked. Her breasts pushed out against the fabric, and her nipples were visible through the thin material. The onesie rode up slightly as she moved, revealing a hint of her pull-up underneath. Greg thought to himself, "She looks so beautiful, so feminine. I'm just a mess, a big baby in a diaper."

Sam said, "Let's let them watch some cartoons and have their milk on the couch," and positioned them sitting closely together. She handed Lisa the sippy cup and Greg the bottle. Greg exclaimed, with an attitude that sounded like a 2-year-old whining, "Why does she get a sippy cup?" Lisa giggled at this, and Greg immediately cursed himself, realizing it sounded worse to care about it. He thought to himself, "What's wrong with me? Why am I acting like this?"

Sam laughed to Vanessa, "He's so worried about his sippy cup! We've been trying to earn it back with potty training. Baby, you just saw how Lisa did with her training... and you... well, we all saw how that went." Greg's shame grew, and he resigned himself to the bottle. He realized that he deserved the bottle, and that he wasn't ready for a sippy cup yet. He thought to himself, "I guess I'm not as grown up as I thought I was."

They positioned themselves together on the couch, and Sam turned on cartoons. Sam and Vanessa sat on the sides of them, and Greg tried to get a good position to drink his bottle with his mittens. But Sam and Vanessa edged them into each other, and Greg resigned to laying on Lisa's lap with the bottle up. She laughed at this and accepted it, cuddling with him and ending up resting her hand on the front of his diaper. Greg felt a surge of embarrassment, but then he just enjoyed the bottle and felt better.

As they sat there, Greg couldn't help but think about how surreal this all was. He was a grown man, dressed in a onesie, drinking from a bottle, and lying on a woman's lap. He was completely at the mercy of Sam and Vanessa, and he knew that he had to do what they said. He felt a sense of relief wash over him, knowing that he didn't have to worry about anything.

Vanessa said, "I love how adorable they are together. They're just so sweet." Sam agreed, "Yes, they are adorable. And they're going to be so much fun to take care of." Greg felt a sense of unease at this, knowing that he was in for a long and embarrassing night.

As the cartoons played on, Greg started to feel tired. He had been stressed and anxious all day, and the warmth of the room and the comfort of Lisa's lap were making him sleepy. He snuggled into Lisa's chest, feeling the softness of her onesie and the warmth of her body. He closed his eyes, feeling the bottle still in his mouth, and let himself relax. 

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Chapter 35: Love Birds

As they finished their milk, Greg felt a sense of relaxation wash over him. He couldn't believe it, considering the humiliating scene he had just endured in front of Vanessa and Lisa. But as he looked up at Lisa, who's lap he was still laying on, he realized that their conversation had helped him feel more at ease. Maybe it was the fact that they were both in similar situations, or maybe it was the way Lisa had smiled at him, but Greg felt a sense of camaraderie with her. She looked down at him smiled and ran her fingers through his hair, her other hand still on the front of his onesie's crotch.

Sam spoke up, her voice breaking the silence. "I think it's time for these two little love birds to take a nap." Greg's eyes met Lisa's, and he could see the surprise in her eyes. He realized that Sam was referring to them, and he felt a blush rise to his cheeks. He looked down at their cuddled position on the couch and couldn't help but feel a sense of embarrassment.

Lisa was the first to protest. "A nap? It's only 1 pm, can't we just watch something or play please? " She looked at the wall clock, her eyes narrowing slightly. "It's so early, I'm not even tired." Greg refrained from saying anything, realizing that he had almost fallen asleep in her lap earlier. He was surprised by how comfortable he had felt, despite the humiliation he had endured.

Vanessa spoke up, her voice firm but gentle. "Lisa, manners! You're being a bit cranky, and a nap will do you good. You'll feel better, baby, and besides, we need some adult time." Lisa crossed her arms, looking stubborn. "But why do we have to take a nap? Can't we just play like before?" Vanessa's expression turned stern. "Lisa, don't argue with me. You need a nap, and that's final." Lisa's eyes caught Vanessa and she immediately changed her expression and relented on any more arguing.

Sam led Greg by the mitten towards the the back of the house, and turned towards the guest bedroom. As they walked, Greg couldn't help but wonder what was going on. Why were they going to the guest bedroom? He tried to question Sam, but she just smiled and said, "You'll see, baby." When they reached the room and opened the door, Greg's eyes widened in shock... 

The guest bed had been replaced with an oversized crib, complete with high walls and a soft, padded mattress.

Greg stuttered out, 'Wha... Sam what is this? When did you...?"

Sam ecstatically said, "I just thought maybe you'd be more comfortable in something more appropriate, and I could worry less about leaving you." Greg's face reddened as he realized that Sam had taken away another one of his adult responsibilities. He felt like a child, being put to bed in a crib.

But what really shocked him was when Sam said, "Sorry Lisa, we only have the one, it might be a little cramped for you two." Greg's eyes met Lisa's, and he could see the surprise and embarrassment in her eyes. They would be sleeping in the crib together? The mattress was essentially the size of a twin bed, and Greg couldn't help but wonder how they would fit.

Vanessa chimed in before Lisa could say anything. "Oh, she won't mind, right, Lisa?" Lisa looked up, knowing she couldn't argue with Vanessa, and she made a pouty slump of her shoulders. 

Sam asked Vanessa, "Does she use a binky when she sleeps? I have an extra one." Grabbing one from the bedside table with its own ribbon and clip. Lisa jerked her head towards Sam, about to say no, but Vanessa gave her a look, and Lisa's expression changed. Vanessa attached the binky to Lisa's onesie, and raised to to her lips. Lisa tried to resist, turning her head away. But Vanessa gave her another look, and Lisa's eyes met hers. Vanessa made a sucking motion with her lips, and Lisa's eyes dropped. She slowly opened her mouth, and Vanessa pushed the binky in. Lisa started to suck, her eyes looking up at Vanessa with a mixture of embarrassment and submission.

As Sam brought the railing up, she turned on a white noise machine, filling the room with the soothing sound of gentle waves. She turned off the light, saying to Vanessa, "Do you want to play some cards while they nap?" Vanessa agreed, and they left the room, closing the door behind them. The curtains still let in a sliver of light, since it was completely daylight outside, and Greg could the the room clearly.

Lisa looked at him, the pacifier at the edge of her lips, and said, "Why ith the bed tho noisy?" Greg thought for a moment, realizing there was a familiar squeaking noise coming from rubber sheets underneath them as they moved. He was used to the sound, having worn diapers for a while now, but he knew it would be strange for someone who wasn't. The crinkly sound of his diaper and the squeak of the rubber sheets with every move made him feel a bit self-conscious. He quietly said, "Rubber sheets..."

Lisa's eyes sparkled with amusement, and she said from behind the binky, "Oh yea, I almost forgot about your leaking issue." Greg's face grew hot with embarrassment, but he devilishly retorted, "Well, I guess I'm not the only one that needs a binky clipped to me now am I" Lisa's eyes widened, and she realized she was still sucking on the pacifier. She spit it out, furrowing her brow in annoyance.

Greg couldn't help but notice how cute she looked, even in her annoyed state. She was wearing a onesie with a pull-up underneath, and the soft, pastel colors brought out her bright blue eyes and blonde curls, which were tied up in pigtails. Her tight body and rosy cheeks made her look like a doll, and her amazing breasts pushed against the fabric of her onesie. Greg thought to himself, she looks stunning, and I'm stuck in this embarrassing situation with her. He didn't love that he was wearing a matching outfit that was more suited to her, except for his more obviously larger crinkly diaper. He knew he must look ridiculous to her, and would rather be in pretty much anything else.

"Vanessa would want us to lay down." She said with a touch of fear in her voice.

"Huh?" Greg responded. 

She pointed and Greg's eyes followed her finger, and he realized they were being watched. There was a baby monitor camera with a red light shining directly at them. "Of course Sam would have that." He thought.

They went to lay down, trying to get comfortable, but the rubber sheets made every move they made sound like a loud crunch. As they shifted and adjusted, the noise was almost deafening, and Greg felt his face grow hot with embarrassment.

They finally settled in the tight space awkwardly laying face to face with their arms draped around each other. Greg felt Lisa's body close to his, and their faces were only inches apart. He could see the green of her eyes, and her blonde curls were tangled around her face. He felt a sense of intimacy wash over him, and he couldn't help but notice the way her body felt against his. He tried and failed to get to a position where his diaper didn't touch her, which was frustrating because he wanted to avoid reminding her of his attire.

Lisa said nicely, "Well, this is a new one for me."

Greg asked, "Have you had playdates before?" Lisa's smile turned mischievous, and she said, "No, I guess Vanessa wanted to take things up a notch." As they looked into each other's eyes, Greg could sense a sense of awkwardness and uncertainty between them. They lay there, surrounded by the walls of the crib, feeling a sense of discomfort and embarrassment, but also a sense of curiosity about what would happen next.

Greg couldn't help but think about how strange this situation was. He was lying in a crib, wearing a diaper, and matched with a woman who was wearing a similar outfit. The rubber sheets were loud and embarrassing, and he could feel Lisa's eyes on him. He wondered what she was thinking, and what would happen next.

Greg couldn't help but wonder what Sam expected out of them. She had locked him in a tight crib with a beautiful woman, and he knew she was watching his every move. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, and he felt a mix of emotions: embarrassment, arousal, and a sense of surrender. He saw Lisa eyeing him, her green eyes sparkling with amusement, and he realized that Sam wouldn't make him do anything unsafe. Anything that could break their bond. She was in control, and if this is where she wanted him, then it was obviously for her pleasure even more so than his.

As he looked at Lisa, he realized that his diapered crotch was pressed against her leg, and he couldn't help his arousal from growing and becoming apparent. She looked down and giggled, a sweet, teasing sound that made Greg's face grow hot with embarrassment. But he reminded himself that she had already seen him have a diaper change feet from her on the floor, and this couldn't be more embarrassing than that.

"Someone seems happy to be here." She teased.

Lisa said, "I think they want us to have some fun... I guess things could be worse though." She said in a teasing way. He just reddened and didn't know how to respond. She brushed her nose against his and giggled. He smiled back, feeling even more attracted to her. She slowly moved her lips to his and drew them back, teasing him. He felt her hot breath, finally she came close again and he engaged, and they kissed. Her smell was intoxicating, floral and different than he experienced since many years before Sam. She her lips tasted like candy flavored gloss. He felt completely drawn into her. They kissed for minutes, deeply and sensually, exploring each other, sometimes she moved to his neck and then back up. He could now think of nothing else besides wanting more.

"Maybe they want us to play house." She joked, motioning to the camera. "I can be the mommy and you can be the baby!" She said with some excitement. He didn't love this idea, he wanted her to think of him as strong and manly, and less like his current situation. He said, "... or maybe mommy and daddy" he joked trying to casually play along, knowing he would do absolutely anything to continue with her. 

"Oh my way sounds more appropriate..." she teased.

Lisa bit her lip, looking at him with a pouty face, and pushed out her breasts in a teasing motion, so they rubbed against him. Greg's eyes widened, and he yearned for them, his mouth watering at the thought of touching them. She kept her lip bit, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and cooed, "What are you looking at, baby Greggy?" The nickname took him aback for a second, he realized she was taking control of him, the lead, and it seemed like "mommy and daddy" was out of the question.

He looked back at her with pleading eyes, and she reached up and massaged one of her large breasts through the fabric of her onesie. "See something you want, baby?" she teased again, her voice husky and seductive. Greg looked at her, his eyes fixed on her breast, and nodded, his mouth open in anticipation.

Lisa massaged her breast closer to his face, and Greg moved his lips toward the nipple beneath the fabric. But she pulled it back just out of reach, a sly smile spreading across her face. "Mmm, not just yet," she said, her voice dripping with teasing. "Maybe this will hold you over," and she pulled his binky up and push to place it in his mouth. This shocked him, and he realized this was reverting to similar humiliation he had been enduring with Sam. But he also knew he would do anything to continue.

Greg looked at her, pleading with his eyes, as he sucked, realizing someone else was now again taking control of him. He resisted letting her put the pacifier in his mouth, but she said, "Now now... Be a good baby for mommy..." her voice firm but gentle. "Maybe you'll get a treat," she added, her eyes sparkling with promise. Greg accepted the pacifier, feeling a sense of surrender wash over him. He started to suck out of the habit he had formed in the last week.

As he started sucking on the pacifier, Lisa moved her breast up in front of his mouth, and pushed the back of his head into it. Greg's eyes widened, his mouth watering at the thought of touching her breast, but he was forced to suck on the pacifier instead of the nipple he wanted so badly. His erection was at full blast now, pressed against her leg, and he felt a sense of frustration and desire, trapped in this crib with this beautiful woman, at the mercy of her teasing.

Chapter 6: Bottom of the Totem Pole

As she lay in the crib, looking down at Greg, Lisa couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. She had always been submissive to Vanessa, catering to her every whim and desire. But now, with this little toy presented to her, she had the opportunity to finally experience the slightest bit of dominance she craved.

She thought back to how she had always been the one to submit, to obey, and to please. The thought of the many different types of humiliation Vanessa had put her through... which was fun in its own right, but now, with Greg, she saw a chance to turn the tables. She had watched how he had humiliated himself, wearing those oversized, ridiculous diapers, and matching onesie to hers. She had seen how he had struggled to come to terms with his own regression, and how Sam had him completely submissive... wrapped around her finger. She wanted to leverage that.

She looked down at the image of Greg, sucking on the pacifier against her breast, his eyes closed in a mixture of embarrassment and desire. His crotch was starting to knead into her leg, and she could feel the heat emanating from his body. She knew this was her chance to have some fun, to exert her dominance over him, and to make him feel like the submissive little boy he was.

She gazed at him, taking in the sight of his diapered bottom, his onesie stretched tight over his chest, and his pacifier-sucking mouth. He looked so vulnerable, so helpless, this dynamic was incredibly sexy to her. She felt a surge of power and control, knowing that she had him right where she wanted him.

"Look at you, baby Greggy," she cooed, her voice dripping with teasing. "You're so cute, sucking on that pacifier like a little baby. And look at how you're rubbing yourself against me, like a little puppy in heat." She giggled, feeling a sense of amusement and excitement.

Greg's eyes flickered open, and he looked up at her, his face flushed with embarrassment. His eyes were pleading, and his small nod was almost imperceptible. Lisa's heart skipped a beat as she saw the desire and submission in his eyes. She leaned down, her breast still pressed against his mouth, and whispered, "Will you do what I want, baby Greggy?" Her voice was soft and gentle, but it was laced with a hint of command.

Greg's eyes locked onto hers, and he nodded again, this time a little more pronounced. His face was still flushed, and his breathing was getting shallower. Lisa could see the excitement and anticipation building up in him, and she knew that she had him right where she wanted him.

She smiled, feeling a sense of triumph and power. She was the one in control now, and she was going to make sure that Greg knew it. She leaned down closer, her lips inches from his ear, and whispered, "I think we're going to have a lot of fun, baby Greggy. A lot of fun." Her breath sent shivers down his spine, and he closed his eyes, waiting for her next move.

The air was thick with tension, and the only sound was the soft hum of the white noise machine and the gentle rustling of the rubber sheets. Lisa's heart was racing with excitement, and she knew that she was just getting started. She was going to take her time, to savor every moment, and to make sure that Greg knew who was in charge. And as she looked down at him, she knew that she was ready to take their little game to the next level.

As Greg lay there, he couldn't help but recognize the depths of his own desire. He was resigned to his position, willing to do anything to experience more of Lisa's touch, her taste, and her presence. She could call him whatever she wanted, make him do whatever she pleased, as long as he could indulge in the pleasure of being with her. He sucked the pacifier against her breast, his mind wandering to the fantasy that the latex nipple was her own, and he felt a surge of excitement at the thought.

Lisa's voice brought him back to reality, "Does baby Greggy want to suckle or is his binky all he needs?" She asked, her tone playful and teasing. Greg looked up at her frantically, his eyes begging for more.

She pulled out the binky, and said, "Ask me."

Greg's voice trembled as he spoke, "Please, Lisa, can I taste you?" He sounded like a desperate man, and Lisa's response was a sarcastic pout, "Sound like the wittle baby you are."

Greg felt a flush of shame at his own words, but he tried again, this time in a baby-like voice, "Please, can baby have sucky?" The words felt foreign on his lips, and he couldn't believe he had just spoken them. Lisa's laughter was like music to his ears, and she said, "Gooood boy, but call me mommy." She said with command. Greg took a deep breath and tried again, his voice even more childish, "Pwease, mommy, can I sucky?"

Lisa's laughter filled the room once more, and she said, "Ok, a little taste." She pushed her nipple through the fabric of her onesie, and Greg greedily attempted to suck. The fabric became soaked in his mouth, and he felt the shape of her nipple, his body responding with a rock-hard erection. He wanted more, so much more.

Lisa's voice was breathy as she spoke, "Maybe baby needs to suck something else for a bit?" Greg looked up at her, unsure of what she meant. She flipped him onto his back and turned over, her beautiful ass hovering above his face. The pull-up stretched the onesie, and Greg could see where the snap buttons connected it between her legs. Lisa's voice was playful as she asked, "Does baby like diapers?" Greg nodded, feeling a sense of shame and excitement. She said, "Give me more." Greg's voice was barely above a whisper, "Yes, mommy, baby likes his diapees."

Lisa's laughter filled the room once more, and she pushed her pull-up into Greg's face, smothering him. The fabric was soft and warm, and Greg felt himself becoming lightheaded as he inhaled the scent of her body. The onesie stretched tight over her ass, and Greg could see the outline of her cheeks, the curve of her hips. He felt his face being pressed into the fabric, the buttons digging into his skin, and he knew he was completely at her mercy.

The sensation was overwhelming, and Greg felt himself becoming lost in the moment. He was aware of nothing but the feeling of Lisa's rear against his face, the scent of her skin, and the sound of her laughter. He was trapped in a world of sensory overload, and he didn't know if he wanted to escape. The only thing he knew was that he wanted more, more of Lisa, more of her touch, more of her presence. And he was willing to do whatever it took to get it.

As she repeated the motion of smothering him with her pull-up, Greg had to take deep breaths before she went in again.  She forced him to hold his breath, but he didn't care, it was pure joy for him. The fabric was soft and warm, and crinkled when it pushed into him. He could smell the scent of her body, a sweet and intoxicating aroma that made his head spin. Each time he was trapped in a world of darkness, with only the sensation of her body against his face.

Finally, she unsnapped herself with loud pops, breaking the onesie open, and Greg felt a rush of air as she pulled away. "Will baby make mommy wet?" she asked, her voice throaty and seductive, sending shivers down his spine. Greg knew exactly what to do. "Yes, mommy, I'll make you sooo wet," he said in a voice that was both innocent and seductive, trying to sound as submissive as possible.

Still turned around, she pulled her pull-up to the side, exposing her shaven slit. Greg's eyes widened as he saw the sight before him, and he felt a surge of excitement. She smothered her slit directly into his mouth, and Greg was hit with a wave of sensation. Her taste was like a rich, velvety smoothness, with a hint of sweetness that made his tongue tingle. He could feel the softness of her lips and the gentle curve of her vulva, and he was in heaven.

He licked and sucked her clit, trying to make her feel as much pleasure as possible. She was in ecstasy, moaning and writhing above him. "Mmm, you're so good at this!" she exclaimed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Will you be my dirty little baby?" she asked, her voice filled with desire. Greg didn't hesitate. "I'd love to be your dirty baby, mommy," he said, his voice low and husky.

She pulled her pull-up farther to the side, exposing her ass crack, and pulled it open. Greg felt a rush of excitement as she pushed her ass towards his face. He tongued her ass, feeling the smooth skin and the unique taste of her perfect behind. It was like a deep, earthy flavor, with a hint of spice that made his tongue water. The texture was different from her slit, more firm and muscular, and he loved the way it felt against his tongue.

As he pushed his tongue into her, she moaned and writhed above him. "Oh, what a dirty, dirty baby you are for mommy!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with pleasure. Greg could feel her orgasm building, and he knew he was doing something right. She had a raging orgasm, her body shaking and convulsing above him.

After she calmed down, she flipped him onto all fours and mounted behind him. She pushed her pull-up crotch into his diapered butt, and Greg felt a rush of excitement. She grabbed his hips and thrusted, rubbing her body against his, and pushed his face into the rubber sheets. Then, she put her hand on his manhood through his diaper, and Greg felt a surge of pleasure. "Does baby want to have an accident in his pampers?" she asked, her voice husky and seductive.

Greg didn't think twice. "Yes, mommy, I need an accident so bad," he said, not knowing why he was doing what he was doing. But he knew he wanted release, and he was willing to do whatever it took to get it. She said, "Well...ok, but baby needs a real accident first." Greg tried to process what she meant, and she continued to thrust against him, trying to get him to agree.

But then, she stopped and said, "Let mommy help you relax so you can wet." She pulled up her onesie, past her breasts, and Greg was struck by their perfection. They were large, round and firm, with a gentle curve that made his mouth water. Her nipples were small and pink, and they seemed to be calling to him. She laid him on her lap, and pushed her nipple into his mouth. He saw it coming towards him and anticipation flooded over him. Greg felt a surge of calm wash over him as he began to suck, and he could feel his body relaxing.

As he sucked, he concentrated on letting go, feeling the pressure build up inside him. He had a full bladder from the milk he had drunk earlier, and he could feel it straining to be released. It started small, a tiny trickle that he could feel spreading through his diaper. But as he relaxed further, it grew, and he could feel his diaper warming up. She had her hand inside his onesie, holding onto his diaper. He could feel her fingers tracing the outline of his wetness, feeling the warmth spreading. The swelling of the diaper betrayed what was happening.

"Ooooh! Wittle baby is having another wittle accident," she cooed, her voice filled with pleasure. Greg felt a rush of embarrassment, but he also felt a sense of relief. He was doing what she wanted, and he was getting what he needed.  He took a breath from sucking on her, and played into it in a mock sad tone, "I had another accident, mommy." She smiled and said, "I know, baby, but that's why you need your diapers." She started massaging him through the diaper, making him hard again. "Tell mommy you love your wet diapers, and that's why you just can't seem to get to the potty," she said. Greg repeated it back in a sexy baby way, "I wuv my wet diapees, mommy, and that's why I never use the potty." This made her burst out laughing, and he realized his shame after it came out of his mouth.

She continued to massage him, her hands squeezing his sagging diapered crotch and feeling him gain steam. "Don't have an accident yet, baby," she said, her voice warned. "Wait until mommy says it's okay." Greg nodded, his eyes fixed on her face. And then, in a smooth motion, she pulled away from him and got on all fours, presenting herself in front of him, her perfect ass in the pull-up with the open onesie, the disposable fabric stretching tight over her curves. The pull-up was a soft, pastel pink, and it clung to her skin, showcasing her round buttocks. Greg's eyes widened, and he felt a surge of desire. He was frantic, his hands reaching out to touch her. He needed her.

She made it more incredible as she pulled the pull-up down, and Greg's eyes were met with the sight of her bare pussy and ass. Her skin was smooth and unblemished, and her pussy was wet and inviting. He could smell what he had tasted earlier. She waggled her ass and pussy in front of him teasing him. Greg was begging, "Mommy, please, I need you so bad. I'll do anything, just please let me have you." He tried to get his onesie and diaper off, but it was no use, his clunky mittens wouldn't grant him the dexterity, and he couldn't even unsnap. He asked her to help with frustration. "Can you help me please? I need to get these off!" But she just smiled and said, "Oh no, baby, we can't take off your diapers. You need it for your accidents." This was like a dagger to his heart.

Greg felt a surge of humiliation and frustration as he realized he wouldn't be able to penetrate her like he wanted to. He was trapped in his diaper, and he knew it. He felt a wave of desperation wash over him, but he was too far gone to stop now. He needed release, and he needed it badly. He started to thrust and grind his diaper into her bare ass and pussy, feeling the warmth and wetness of the wet diaper spreading. She said, "Ohhh, good baby, have an accident in your wet diapers. Tell me you love them."

Greg moaned and said, "I wuv my wet diapies, mommy," as he exploded in the diaper in several large thrusts. He shook, convulsing, and flopped down next to her, feeling the diaper starting to cool.

She laughed, "Haha well that was something different." 

As he realized in his new clarity what he had done in the previous events. Humiliation sunk in on what he had said to her, and how he had finished. He wanted to run away. Unfortunately he was still locked in a crib.

 He thought about what had just happened, and how he had been dominated by her. He realized that he had thought she was his equal, but even she had power and control over him. She wasn't Sam, but she could still make him do what she wanted, even with both of them stuck in the crib. 

As he lay there, she stroked his hair and said, "You're such a good baby, Greggy. I'm so proud of you." She replaced his pacifier in his mouth, he didn't resist and just listened as she said, "It feels so good to have some control again. I've been waiting for this moment for so long." She smiled, feeling a sense of triumph, savoring the moment, feeling the power and control she had over him. 

He thought to himself "Yea I bet that would be nice."

Exhausted they both laid there back into the tight space in a spooning position, reflecting on what had happened and eventually falling asleep.
 

[dlgore]

Thank you for continuing this story.  I just love the mittens!!  Must be so frustrating lol.  

[aldl4811]

That last chapter was hottttt!!!! 

[wetdiaper55]

Wow....Great chapter...I love the story .