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(this is FICTION. all characters are consenting adults.)

arlo was the only person emmy wanted to talk to at the company retreat. she realized this was problematic because he was technically her supervisor, but he was also so fucking cool.

emmy was sipping coffee at a table with him and a couple other people in their department. the presence of arlo was enough to funnel half her attention and energy towards him. she couldn’t help it. if he was in the room, she was drawn into his magnetic field.

“good morning everyone!” the director of their company said into a microphone in a false cheery voice. it was too early for this shit. “i hope you’re all ready for a day of bonding and fun! this company really is like a family, and all of our new hires will get to see that today.”

arlo and emmy shot each other a look. just an imperceptible glance, but it felt loaded with meaning.

arlo was 41 and had been at the company for 13 years.

this was emmy’s first “big-girl” job, as she’d been calling it. she’d been nervous out of her mind until she’d gone into the office for orientation and met the man who would be her boss.

arlo was significantly older, with tired kind eyes, brown hair that went to his shoulders, and a scruffy beard. he was tall. he towered over emmy, but his energy was gentle. kinda silly. he was soft-spoken and witty. he wore band tees to work and drank more coffee than was probably healthy.

emmy was immediately obsessed with him.

when when they had met that first day in the office, there was instantaneous rapport between them. like electricity flickering back and forth.

he had poured her coffee into a faded grateful dead mug and complimented her white converse with the little charms on them. she’d been worried they might be a little too unprofessional, but arlo thought they were cute.

now, at the company retreat in the middle of the woods, emmy was sitting across from arlo, sipping coffee that he had brought her (with just a splash of cream, he’d gotten the color just right) and trying not to blush every time his eyes met hers and he made a silly face.

“well, are you feeling nice and inspired?” arlo asked dryly as they walked out of the dining hall together after breakfast. “the boss loves reminding us that this company is a family.”

emmy glanced around at their other coworkers mingling and meandering around the campgrounds.

“i’m not sure i want any of these people in my family.” she said softly to arlo, making him laugh.

“i don’t blame you,” arlo said, heading towards his cabin. he leaned in the doorway, looking down at emmy. god, he was so much taller than her, it was making her feel so delightfully small.

“i’m gonna go answer some emails, kid. stay outta trouble, okay? i’ll be in my cabin if you need anything. just do a special knock so i know it’s you. if it’s anyone else, i’m pretending i’m not home.”

emmy giggled. “a special knock?”

“yeah, like this.” he demonstrated, knocking a strange, silly pattern on his door. “if you do that, i’ll open up.”

“okay, boss.” emmy said in a sing-songy voice. “you’re really not opening up for anyone else?”

arlo shot her a wicked grin. “hell no. i give these idiots too much of my time already. you’re one of the only people around here with any sense.”

“i take after you.” emmy said. she wasn’t sure what possessed her to say it, but arlo didn’t even bat an eye. he just nodded sagely.

“you do. seriously, don’t work too hard today kiddo. these retreats are bullshit, and i’m gonna make sure you’re treated well here anyway. if anyone gives you trouble, just send them my way.”

emmy felt her cheeks warm at this special attention. the way he was looking out for her, protecting her.

“arlo?” emmy asked as he headed in the door. he paused, expression open and curious. “don’t work too hard either.”

he chuckled, and nodded. “you got it, kid.”

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emmy didn’t bump into arlo again until later that evening.

he was sitting by the campfire, the orange glow illuminating his kind, tired face. a guitar sat in his lap and he strummed it passively.

emmy found a spot next to him and plopped down on a log serving as a makeshift bench.

his eyes met hers and he raised his eyebrows and made a goofy face. emmy giggled. she couldn’t help it.

“how was your day?” he asked quietly, so only they could hear. “did you survive ice breakers and team-building games?”

emmy shuddered. “somehow i survived capture the flag with brad from accounting. ’m very brave.”

“brave girl.” arlo agreed, continuing to play his guitar.

emmy found herself enamored with the way his hands handled the instrument. those large hands that were still nimble and skillful. she wondered what they would feel like handling her.

she looked up at arlo, and there was a sly, knowing expression on his face. like he somehow could read her mind.

emmy’s cheeks warmed. she couldn’t tell if it was from the fire or from the proximity to arlo. arlo who smelled like cedar and spice. arlo whose crooked grin made her melt. arlo, who seemed to be able to read her like a book. a book that only he seemed to have access to.

“do you like s’mores?“ he suddenly asked.

“what?” emmy was dazed, snapping out of her daydreams.

“there’s marshmallows if you want to make s’mores. i feel like you like s’mores.” arlo said with a knowing look.

“of course. who doesn’t like s’mores?”

“good point. monsters, maybe.”

emmy giggled and grabbed the bag of marshmallows and skewers.

“why did you think i would like s’mores?” emmy asked.

“you seem like you like sweet things.”

“this is true. i do. and do you?”

arlo considered. “i like certain sweet things.”

“mhm. and would you like me to roast you a marshmallow, boss?”

“sure, but i want mine burnt.”

“of course you do.”

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later that night, emmy couldn’t sleep. the cabin was hot, and her roommate, a lady who worked in the accounting, would not stop snoring.

emmy tossed and turned on the flat camping mattress. the shoddy bedframe creaked, and carol let out another snore.

emmy couldn’t take much more of this.

finally, she sat up in bed, squinting through the darkness. through the windows of her cabin, she could see the yellow glow of the light on from next door.

arlo.

emmy glanced over at her roommate. carol from accounting was in deep sleep, snoring like a beast. she wouldn’t miss her.

emmy stood up and tip-toed out of the cabin in her slippers. the hot, humid summer air hit her like a blast. she was wearing only a cotton babydoll nightgown and her slippers.

there was something else… emmy was also wearing a thick nighttime diaper under her nightgown. it was embarassing, but she still wet the bed sometimes. she didn’t want to risk any accidents, especially when sharing the room with a coworker.

emmy tiptoed across the path over to the cabin next door. her diaper crinkled with every step. she hoped arlo wouldn’t notice.

this was definitely inappropriate… going to her boss’s cabin in the middle of the night. she knew that. but she didn’t care. and she somehow knew arlo wouldn’t care either.

she did the silly knock on the door to the cabin next door, and a sleepy arlo answered, knocking the breath out of emmy.

he was leaning in the doorway, tall and lean and muscular. his pajamas were a wrinkled arcade fire t-shirt and a pair of striped boxers. a pair of tortoiseshell glasses were perched on his nose. emmy had never seen him with glasses on.

“hi.” he said, looking not at all surprised to see her.

“hi.” she replied, arms crossed over her chest, suddenly feeling embarassed and small. this was a stupid idea.

“can’t sleep?” arlo asked, opening the door wider for her. “c’mere, i’m making some tea.”

she nodded, relieved that he wasn’t making this weird. he wasn’t making this complicated, even though it certainly was complicated.

emmy slipped in.

“carol from finance snores like a bear.” she said, sitting on the edge of his bed. she was careful to keep her legs closed, so he wouldn’t be able to see her padding.

luckily, they were blissfully alone. arlo was high up enough in the company to get his own cabin. no roommates.

“no bears in here.” arlo poured some hot water from the kettle into a mug with a tea bag. it was sleepy time tea, the kind with the bear in pajamas on the box. “except for this guy.”

emmy accepted the tea. her fingers brushing arlo’s.

the AC unit in this cabin actually worked, unlike hers. emmy sighed in relief as the AC ruffled her hair, cooling her sweaty forehead.

arlo poured himself his own tea and sat down on the bed, a few feet of distance between them.

“you look exhausted.” he said, watching her carefully.

“i am. im so tired and it’s so hot in my cabin and carol will not stop snoring like a chupacabra!!!”

arlo chuckled. “a chupacabra?”

“something like that.”

“you’re welcome to stay as long as you need to cool off. the AC in these old units is hit or miss. i got lucky this year.”

emmy sipped her tea. she enjoyed the cool air and the warm presence of arlo.

“is it okay if i lay down?” emmy asked tentatively, as she kicked her slippers off.

“go for it, kid. i’m a night owl. i’m just gonna be answering some more emails.”

arlo got up, walking over to the small desk and chair in the cabin.

emmy relaxed. this was fine. they weren’t doing anything. her AC wasn’t working, so she was cooling off. that was all.

she curled up in arlo’s bed while he worked, her diaper crinkling softly as she got comfortable. the rhymthic sounds of his typing were like a white noise machine, and the warm tea in her tummy was making her sleepy.

she yawned, curling up on her side and closing her eyes. just for a few moments.

she felt herself dozing off…

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emmy woke up to the warm, woodsy smell of arlo. and the familiar smell of something else… something blushier.

she giggled, sleepily nuzzling in closer to the warm weight next to her in bed. it felt strong and steady and familiar.

“daddyyyy…” emmy said softly, mind fuzzy with sleep.

“daddy? that’s a new one. morning, sweet girl.” ” came the deep, scratchy sound of arlo’s morning voice.

emmy froze, realizing several things at once.

first: she was still in arlo’s bed, curled up against his chest, his arm draped gently around her, his cheek resting on her head. and sunlight was streaming in. she had slept there all night.

second: she had wet her diaper. a lot. so much that she could smell her own pee wafting up from her diaper.

and there was no way for her to move without arlo noticing it. surely he could already smell it.

emmy’s heart raced, as she reached a tentative hand down to feel her diaper. it had swelled so much, warm and squishy and sagging between her thighs. she hadn’t wet this much in a long time.

there was no hiding this.

oh god. oh god oh god oh god.

arlo’s arms were still draped around her, steady and warm.

he cleared his throat.

“how’d you sleep, kid? you need a change?”

emmy froze. she squirmed in bed and looked up at arlo.

“wh-what do you mean?”

he smiled sleepily, then reached over and grabbed the hem of her nightgown, lifting it just a bit to see her sagging diaper.

“oh, you definitely need a change. you want me to take care of it?” he asked with a knowing grin.

emmy couldn’t believe what was happening.

she had slept with her boss. she had slept with her boss and called him daddy, and now he was offering to change her diaper?!

“i- i don’t understand. how’d you know?!” emmy asked, cheeks burning with heat.

“i saw your diaper when you were curled up last night. this nightie doesn’t hide much, kiddo.” arlo chuckled. “be honest… did you want me to see?”

emmy felt like she might explode from embarassment. but also… the way arlo was handling this… he was so calm. so gentle. like this was the most normal thing ever. he wasn’t weirded out at all.

he even seemed… kinda into it.

“maybe i wanted you to see,” emmy mumbled, looking down at the mattress.

“attagirl, that’s what i figured.”

“is this…okay? are we… allowed to be doing this?”

arlo shrugged. “it’s nobody’s damn business but ours. i’m more worried if you are okay. is this too much? if it is, we can just pretend it never happened.”

emmy shook her head. “it’s a lot to wrap my head around. but it’s not too much.”

arlo nodded, giving her some space.

“daddy?” she suddenly asked, and he lit up at the word. she had been trying it on for size, seeing how it felt in her mouth, how it felt directed at arlo.

it felt good. it felt right.

“yes, baby?” he responded.

“is…is it okay if i call you that?”

“i want you to call me that.”

emmy relaxed a little bit, arlo’s calm presence was making her feel safe and normal and like everything would be okay.

like she and him were both right where they needed to be. like they were always bound to end up in this dynamic.

“i think…i think i do want you to change my diaper.”

Lena's tummy had been feeling really weird over the last two days. She called her sister to see if she was having the same diarrhea and stomach cramps after they ate at the new café, but no—it seemed to be only Lena.

She decided to stay home from her Monday classes. The urge to go was coming on too suddenly, and she worried about making it out of the classroom and down the hall to the restroom in time. Instead, she spent the day in her bedroom lounging, reading, and jumping up to run to the bathroom at the slightest twinge in her stomach. When she made it to the toilet and looked down to find a small stain on her favorite strawberry panties, she sighed. That was enough. She taped on a thick white diaper and spent the afternoon napping.

Lena woke suddenly with a heavy pressure in her belly and instinctively clenched, trying to keep from messing herself. Still groggy from sleep, she pushed herself onto her knees to hurry toward the bathroom, but her body had other plans. She froze as her knees buckled slightly and her hands flew to her stomach. Lena felt her diaper grow warm beneath her as a soft mess escaped against her will. Her eyes widened as she lost control of her bladder as well and felt the diaper expand further between her legs.

Hot with embarrassment, she slowly waddled toward the bathroom, trying her best to keep the mess from smushing any more than it already was. As she peeled the tapes away, Lena sighed. This probably wasn't the last time she'd need one today. She cleaned herself up, taped on another thick white diaper, and climbed back under the blankets with her novel, hoping the worst of the stomach bug would pass before morning.

so happy that i got to have a peepee diaper girl weekend. ⋆*✩⑅◡̈⃝*

Mommy gently pulled the blankets back and took his hand, helping him to his feet. She guided him out of the bedroom and into the living room, where she sat him on the floor with his back against the couch.

“You wait right here while I get breakfast together, okay?” she said softly. “Then we can change your diaper and get ready for the day.”

Vivian didn’t answer. That warm, fuzzy, very little feeling from last night hadn’t dissipated yet. His middle and ring finger were in his mouth. Mommy just smiled at him and ran her hand through his hair. She turned on the TV on her way out of the room.

Vivian listened to the sound of dishes being set on the counter from the kitchen. How long was she going to take? It sounded like she was just making cereal. He was feeling a little bit of pressure in his lower belly and shifted from side to side.

It would be really embarrassing to go potty at the kitchen table. And it wouldn’t be nice to Mommy to go after she had showered and changed him. And he really wasn’t feeling like it was a toilet day. He was probably going to pee in his pull-up as much as he could get away with it.

Vivian crawled behind the couch, face burning even though he was alone. He had just started pushing when he heard Mommy’s voice again.

“Where’s Vivian?”

And then footsteps across the floor.

“Is he behind the couch?”

The cushions made a shuffling sound and Vivian looked up. “What are you doing back here, silly?”

“Nothing…”

“Uh-huh?”

Vivian was watching dust motes swirling in the sunlight that streamed in through the crack in the curtains, trying not to look at Mommy. He wasn’t sure if he wanted her to find out that his diaper was a little messy yet.

“Okay, well, I made you a bowl of cereal. Do you want to come out and eat it?”

Vivian nodded and slowly crawled back out from behind the couch. He still really needed to finish going. Mommy had set his cereal on the coffee table. He picked it up and took it to the middle of the floor, where he knelt facing the TV.

“Do you not want to sit at the table with me?” asked Mommy.

Vivian shook his head.

“Okay, you can watch TV instead. But that means no TV after dinner tonight, okay?”

Vivian nodded, even though he really did want to watch TV later when he wasn’t distracted. He stirred his cereal, watching Mommy leave for the kitchen.

As soon as she was out of sight he sat up on his heels and started to push again. Mommy reappeared in the doorway and he quickly sat back down, feeling his diaper squish against his bottom.

“I’m going to eat out here, too, I think,” she said.

“Okay,” said Vivian quietly. Now he’d need to be really sneaky. Mommy was sitting right behind him on the couch, but she was eating and watching TV. He slowly raised his bottom off his feet and adjusted so that there was some room under him. It wasn’t as comfortable as squatting or going on all fours but he could make it work.

He focused hard on being really still and quiet and pushed one time, and then another. More mess was easing out of him. He glanced over his shoulder at Mommy and she seemed invested in the TV show.

He pushed a little bit more, feeling his eyebrows scrunch together. Slow, slow, almost done…he relaxed again, trying not to breathe too hard.

After the episode was over, Mommy crossed the room to pick up his cereal. “Are you all finished?” she asked, rubbing his back.

“Um, I think so. I’m sorry I didn’t eat it all.” He offered her his bowl.

Mommy laughed. “Noo, buddy, that’s not what I meant. Can you sit up for me?”

Vivian raised his bottom off his heels and felt Mommy’s hand on the back of his diaper. He could feel himself blushing again, not just in his face, but on his neck and ears, too.

“Can you tell Mommy if you’re finished going potty?”

Vivian nodded, thumb tracing his lips. “I’m all done.”

“Okay, good. Can you help me take your bowl into the kitchen? Then we’ll get you in the shower. I’m so glad you went while you still had your diaper on.”

You were starting to get antsy. You didn't notice it, but your mommy did, asking if you'd accompany her to the restroom. Waiting there in the stall with her, she asked as though it was the simplest question in the world, "Do you need to go potty sweetie?"

Disclaimer: All content is fictional, consensual, and intended only for mature audiences. All characters depicted are adults aged 18+ _

You woke up in a wet bed next to your partner. You were so ashamed. You hadn't wet the bed since you were a little kid. Your cheeks burned hot as you shook your partner awake, and he looked at you with sleepy, confused eyes.

"What is it, baby?" He asked.

You couldn't meet his gaze. Each time you glanced at him for more than a millisecond, your eyes darted away and looked toward the bed in shame. He placed his hand gently beneath your chin and drew your eyes to meet his. "Baby, whatever it is, you can tell me."

That was when he noticed the wetness. You'd soaked the sheets completely, his side of the bed included. He patted the bed, feeling the dampness left by your little accident. He offered a half-smile.

"It's okay, honey," he told you. "These things happen. There's no need to be embarrassed; it's really not a big deal." You leaned into his shoulder, and he pulled you into an embrace. He was so kind, so understanding. He was always such a prince.

You both undressed the sheets together, and he threw them in the wash while you tended to the stain. You knew he was right. It was just a one-off occurrence, and these things happened sometimes. You probably had too much to drink the night before. It wasn't like it was going to happen again.

And it didn't, at least not at first. But a week went by, and then another, before you woke up with wet sheets once again. He was just as understanding as the first time, but you were even more embarrassed. And you swore you could hear a hint of concern in his voice. He probably thought there was something wrong with you. He even asked if you were having nightmares, to which you responded no, you hadn't been.

Over the following month, the bedwetting became a more and more common occurrence. At first, it was just once or twice a week. But then, slowly, it progressed to three or four times. You were waking up wet more than half the week. One day, you came home from work and found a mattress protector on the bed. Your boyfriend was kind, he didn't mention it. And you didn't either because you knew it was for the best. You really did need it.

But the bedwetting didn't stop, and the mattress protector could only help so much. You could see it on your boyfriend's face; he was growing tired of waking up to a soggy bed and a sobbing girlfriend. If he even saw you that way anymore. Lately, he hadn't wanted to be sexual with you, and you couldn't blame him. Who would want to sleep with a bedwetter?

Each night, you grew more and more depressed, knowing you'd wake up with wet sheets once again. Until one night, your boyfriend stopped you as you were getting ready for bed. "Honey, we need to talk," he said. Those words struck fear in your heart and sent a sinking feeling through your chest.

You immediately began apologizing. "I'm sorry," you said. "Please, I know the bedwetting has been a huge problem. I'm sorry. I'll get it under control, I promise! Please just don't break up with me…"

He looked stunned at your sudden outburst. "Honey, nobody's breaking up with anyone, I promise." He guided you to the bed and sat you down next to him. "You're right that the bedwetting has been a problem, baby girl, but I won't leave you over it. I just need you to trust me. Can you do that for me, love?"

With tears fighting to escape your eyes, you simply nodded. He entered the closet and returned with a bright pink package of something you didn't initially recognize. Until he tore open the back and pulled out what was unmistakably a pull-up, like the ones for potty training. You couldn't keep the tears from flowing.

"I know, baby," he said. "I know it's embarrassing, but I think you need them. They'll help keep you dry. And look, these ones aren't for little kids; they're for bedwetters just like you. I promise this doesn't change how I feel about you. You just need some protection at night."

It took several minutes for the tears to subside, but you knew he was right. You needed this, and you did trust him, now more than ever. You stood up and slid down your pants and panties while he held the pull-up open at the sides. You stepped into the childish undergarment, and your boyfriend pulled it up nice and snug around your hips. At first, you felt a hot pang of shame hit your cheeks, but that sensation soon faded into something else. You felt… safe.

That evening, your boyfriend tucked you into bed and held you all throughout the night. You were the little spoon, and you felt his crotch rub up against your padded bottom. Each time it did, you felt that same pang of embarrassment wash over you as chills ran down your spine, but he didn't seem to notice. Eventually, you fell asleep.

When you woke, you immediately felt the back of your pajamas and all around your sides, but there was no wetness to be found. The pull-ups, or "Goodnites" as they were called, worked perfectly. You slipped your hand down the front of your pajamas and felt the soaked padding beneath your private parts. When you felt the padding, a jolt of electricity hit you, and your legs quivered. You were… turned on by this. There was no way you could ever admit it, but you knew it was true, no matter how much you didn't want it to be.

Quietly and slowly, so as not to wake your boyfriend, you began rubbing the padding between your legs. Little sparks of pure bliss tickled along your spine, and your mouth fell agape as you breathlessly wanted to moan. You didn't want to wake your boyfriend, but you couldn't stop. You just kept rubbing, and soon enough, you began arching your back and tensing your legs.

As you finished in your soaking wet pull-up, you looked over at him, still sleeping, unaware of how naughty and pathetic his girlfriend was behaving right next to him, all while sharing his bed, no less. He stumbled awake a few minutes later while you sat there in your shame. He found you there, still in bed, still in a puddle that was at least contained to your diaper this time.

"How did it go, sweetheart?" He asked. You looked at him with sad eyes but didn't answer. He felt around your butt and found no wetness, so without even asking, he checked the front of your pull-up with his large, stern hands. The moment he gripped the front of your diaper and gave it a good squeeze, you let out a little gasp as you heard the padding squish in his grip.

"It looks like these held up well," he said while rubbing the front of your padding. He had no idea what he was doing to you, but he was turning your brain into absolute mush. You wanted to say something, anything to make him stop. But then, when he finally did, you found yourself desperate for more. You'd already made yourself cum in your soaked pull-ups, but something ached within you to have him rub you until you arrived once again.

That was the beginning of your new, babyish routine. The few dry nights a week you had dwindled into nothing until you were soaking yourself every day. Each night, he'd help you into your pull-ups. And each morning, you'd wake before him, giving you just enough time to rub yourself in your squishy diapers. The danger of having him catch you and seeing how pathetic you truly were only turned you on more. You were losing yourself in your padding, and the worst part was you didn't want it to stop. It was consuming you, and all you wanted was to sink deeper.

The longer this went on, the more you'd wet, until your pull-ups couldn't hold all your pee anymore. Waking up in a soaked diaper and a wet bed made you feel even more like a helpless baby. And your boyfriend didn't stand for it long. Over the weeks, he'd started talking down to you like a child. So when he showed you your new thick, tape-on diapers with a silly design all over them, you couldn't even act surprised.

The thicker padding kept your sheets dry, even with your larger accidents. But they posed their own problems. Your boyfriend wasn't just helping you step into them anymore. Now, he was laying you on the bed, pulling the padding up between your legs, and taping you into your glorified baby diapers. And every time he changed you into one, you couldn't help but get wet in a different way. You knew he noticed it, but he never said anything, which confused you even more.

And with how thick these diapers were, you couldn't make yourself cum in them just by rubbing the front anymore. You would have had to slip your hand down the front. But your boyfriend taped them up so tight, and they were so crinkly, you were too afraid to try it. So each morning, you'd just sit in bed humping against your hands and not even finishing before he began stirring awake.

One day, while he was changing you into your diaper, your boyfriend stopped with your diaper still untapped. He looked at you, gazing lovingly into your eyes, and you could tell he wanted to say something. "What is it?" You asked.

"Honey," he said, taking a second to pause, as if to carefully consider his words. "I've noticed that your diapers… turn you on." There was no hint of judgment in his eyes, but the shame washed over you all the same. You hid your face in your hands and started crying as he hushed you and cooed at you.

"Baby, baby, it's okay. I don't mind it. I think it's kind of cute, honestly."

"Y-you do?" You managed to squeak out between sobs and sniffles.

He nodded. "Don't get me wrong, I didn't know what to make of it at first. I caught you rubbing them a few times, but I pretended to sleep through it. But lately, I've seen the way you hump your diapers in the mornings, and it's been turning me on, too, seeing you look so desperate like that. I never thought this would be something I was into… or that you'd be into. But here we are."

You couldn't speak. You kept asking yourself if you were in a dream as the world around you began to bob as if stuck in the current of a river. It was like you were a part of the world but distinctly separate from it at the same time. He smiled at you, seeing how desperate you were for him, how every inch of you begged him to come closer.

He left your diaper untapped and crawled into the bed and on top of you. He took the opportunity to slip inside you, and as he did, a burst of pee escaped your bladder and squirted all over him. He didn't turn away. He began thrusting repeatedly into you, and your eyes rolled almost into the back of your head. It was the best sex you'd ever had, and when he was done, he finished inside you and taped you up into your diaper. You could feel the mess he left there leaking out into the padding, along with a few more dribbles of pee.

He laid down next to you and pulled you into his arms. Every sensation in your body was euphoric. And as you stared into his eyes, they looked more soft and tender than they ever had before. "There there, baby girl. You did such a good job for Daddy, little one." The moment the words left his lips, that familiar static shock ran throughout your body, and you slipped further into a place that had been long lost to you, a headspace of complete comfort and quieted thoughts. You knew you wanted to be his little girl forever if you could, and as Daddy held you that night, you knew that the dynamic of your relationship had changed forever, but also for the better. _

- Set a rule that your little isn't allowed to have full drinks without a sippy cup but instead of just enforcing a sippy cup all the time, always just take the first sip of whatever drink they get/have. Out at a restaurant? Reach across the table and take their drink. Getting a small little treat at a local coffee shop? Add your own treat to it. You're only doing it so they don't spill on themselves and totally not because you want them to taste them in public.

- We have seen littles wearing panties over their diapers and we've seen them wearing their caregivers clothes. What about combining the two? Start with a really heavy make out session and really get into it. Grinding against them in your underwear, getting really active as you move them around. Once you have them pleading in desperation start jerking off and cum in your underwear. And then just put the underwear on them and watch as the heat of humping in their diaper releases the scent of your bodily fluid throughout the room.

(short work of md/lb fiction. all characters are CONSENTING ADULTS!!! i do not condone minors in kink!!! also this is shamelessly indulgent bc messy middle boys have been my kryptonite lately ugh!!!!!)

when i walked into the living room, i immediately smelled something funny. riley was laying on his tummy on the floor playing video games, wearing his pokemon pajamas with a blue pullup peeking through the pants waistband.

he’d told me he was feeling like a big boy that night, big enough to skip the diaper and onesie that i sometimes put him in for bedtime.

i’d allowed it, simply because i loved seeing him like this in a pullup and his cute lil pjs. especially with his messy hair and sleepy eyes as he played his game, a content expression on his face.

“hi baby,” i said when i walked in. “how’s your game?”

“it’s good!!! i’m about to beat this boss!”

“you’re so good at that one! does it smell a little weird in here to you?” i asked, frowning as i leaned against the doorframe.

riley shifted slightly, and suddenly i could see the lump in the back of his seat. i knew just from a glance, his pullup should not be looking that full.

“baby…” i said, kneeling down on the floor next to him.

“what, mama?” he looked up at me sleepily as i rubbed his back.

“you’re a little stinky. did you poop?”

he paused his game, then looked over his shoulder at his full pullup underneath his pajama pants.

“oh, um… i guess i did.”

“you didn’t even realize?”

he blushed, and reached a hand back to feel the back of his pullup. he blushed even darker when he felt his mess.

“i guess i was so focused on my game, i didn’t really notice i was going…”

“oh honey… you didn’t even know you were going poopy?”

he hid his face in his hands.

“mmph, i guess i didn’t.”

“can you let me check you, please?”

he hesitated, then shook his head.

“no?” i asked.

he made an embarassed sound, something between a giggle and a whine. his cheeks were scarlet.

“you can, mom. i’m just embarassed. i can’t believe i didn’t even know i was… going.”

“that’s never happened before, huh?”

he whined. “never. i’m usually big enough to know if i need to go number two.”

“you usually are, but it’s okay. accidents happen, okay?”

“okay, mom,” riley said, his voice small.

“let’s just have a lil looksie.”

with riley still laying on his tummy, i pulled his pajama pants off so he was just in his pokemon t-shirt and pullup.

i rubbed his back gently, keeping him grounded and soothed while i checked his pullup. i didn’t even need to — there was no hiding what he’d done.

“that’s not even a little accident,” i giggled, feeling the back of riley’s pullup. “this is a full-up, huh? and you couldn’t even feel this while you were gaming?”

riley giggled, but it sounded more like a moan. “mooooom, stop. i feel it now.”

“i bet.” i laughed, patting his bum.

“are you gonna change me?” riley asked, looking up at me hopefully. no matter how much of a “middle” riley was, he always loved the intimacy of changes.

“yes, silly. you’re not going to sleep like that.” i kept rubbing his back. “can you stand up for me so we can go change you in the bathroom? i have a feeling this is gonna be a yucky change.”

he nodded, carefully standing up and shuffling to the bathroom.

“get your stuff ready for me, okay, riley?” i called down the hall to him.

he nodded.

when i made my way to the bathroom, riley was standing patiently with his changing mat on the bathroom floor, his wipes and barrier cream next to a clean pullup.

god, i loved him exactly like this. obedient and sweet and eager for my touch, my care. standing there waiting for direction, in his rawest and most vulnerable.

my sweet 26 year old boyfriend who was also just a little boy in a messy pullup. i loved that i got to have both sides of him.

“thank you, sweet boy. how’s that full-up feel?” i teased, squishing his bum lightly.

“oh, mom,” he whimpered, head falling to my shoulder. “it feels…really full.”

“i bet,” i giggled. “let’s get you out of that.”

“thank you.”

riley carefully laid down on his changing mat, looking up at me with adoration.

“sweet, sweet boy. you look so beautiful like this. you ready to get all clean?”

“yes please, mom.”

changes were one of my favorite times to show affection, just showering riley with kisses and gentle rubs and caresses over his chest and tummy, before finally tackling his pullup.

i helped riley get all cleaned up, watching his sweet expressions the whole time. i loved how squirmy and blushy he got.

after disposing of all the trash, i paused to wash my hands. then i held up the clean pullup riley had selected.

“you think you can handle another pullup after that full-up you just made?”

riley turned as red as a lobster.

“hmm?” i coaxed an answer from him.

“no, mama. probably not.”

“that’s right, probably not. what do you think you need instead? can you tell me?”

riley whimpered while i teased him. “…a diaper.” he finally said.

“that’s right, let’s try a diaper tonight. maybe if you can keep it clean, we can give pullies a try again tomorrow. sound fair?”

riley nodded.

(this is a work of md/lb fiction! all characters are consenting adults!!

thank you to @llamaboyisback for the story idea!!)

rachel and parker’s wedding was out in the woods, two hours from the city. they had rented out a camp ground, and the reception took place at a huge pavilion decked out with string lights and greenery.

a band was up on the stage playing covers, and all the guests were dancing in the summer heat. the string lights and the fireflies cast the whole place in a warm glow.

i was admiring my boyfriend, gus, as he downed another drink and kept dancing with the other groomsmen.

he looked so cute in the suit and forest green tie that all the groomsmen were in. he was doing a silly dance with his friend ryan, who was also in the wedding party. my heart soared when i saw gus’s floppy hair falling in his eyes, his expression looking blissed out and content.

i giggled as i sipped my gin and tonic, knowing that gus was the only groomsmen in the circle wearing a pullup under his suit.

i’d thought about making him wear a diaper to the wedding. we knew he’d be drinking a lot, and sometimes had trouble holding his pee when he was tipsy and silly. didn’t want to risk any accidents in an unfamiliar place.

but i conceded that a pullup would be enough protection. and very discreet under his nice pants. even now, i couldn’t tell there was anything… special under his pants.

i made my way out to the dance floor, drink in hand, and joined gus.

“how many drinks have you had?” i asked into his ear, hoping he could hear me over the music.

“ummm, just three.” he said, holding up four fingers.

i chuckled, and looked over at gus’s friend ryan to confirm or deny the amount of drinks.

ryan mouthed “five”

“okay, that’s your last one, silly boy.” i told gus, taking the empty glass from his hand.

“mommyyyy…” gus whined, and my eyes widened.

i looked around to see if anyone had heard it, but it seemed like no one noticed. the groomsmen were all too busy dancing and singing along to the cover band.

i smacked gus lightly on the arm. “gussie, we’re in public. you can’t call me that right now.”

“but mommyyyy… i wanna dance with you,” he whined, grabbing at me.

i laughed and put our drinks down so i could dance with him.

“i’m all yours, sweetheart.”

we danced for two more songs, and then the band announced that they were about to sing the last song to send off the bride and groom.

i got gus a glass of water and made him drink the whole thing before we returned to the dance floor.

“after the send-off, we should start our drive back to the city. sound good, silly boy?” i asked gus, who was slurping water and spilling some of it down his chin.

“yeah, mama.” he said obediently.

i wiped his chin gently.

“good boy, finishing all your water. now, do you wanna go dance with your friends for the last song?”

gussie nodded eagerly. his eyes still had that glazed, tipsy look. his cheeks flushed pink, his forehead a little sweaty.

he looked adorable like this. i absolutely loved drunk gussie.

we danced for the final song, then joined the rest of the wedding party to send off rachel and parker in the vintage car they had rented for the wedding.

mid-cheering, i felt gus tug on the sleeve of my dress. gus was squirming and looking restless.

“what is it, baby? you ready to go home?”

“i have to go potty, mommy.” gus whispered, his eyes wide with panic.

“can you make it to the bathroom, baby?”

gus shook his head.

i carefully stepped away from the crowd of people, tugging gus with me.

“it’s okay, baby, you’re wearing your pullup. can you go a little bit in your pullup? while we walk to the restroom?”

gus squirmed, looking humiliated. “i already did.”

“you already went in your pullup?”

“i…um… i went earlier. while i was dancing.”

“oh, so you’re already soggy?” i asked, looking down to discreetly check gus’s pullup. i could see a little bit of a bulge through his pants.

he nodded, cheeks burning.

“mommy, please, can we just leave? i can’t hold it, and it’s gonna leak.”

“yeah, sweet boy, let’s go.”

after some very quick goodbyes, and a white lie about gus not feeling well, we left the pavillion and made our way across a gravel lot towards the wooded area where we parked.

as soon as we were out of eyeshot of the pavilion, gus stopped in his tracks, gasping.

i knew he was peeing himself before he even announced it. his thumb immediately went into his mouth as he stood there with his legs shaking.

it was only a matter of time before his pee soaked through his pullup, and then his pants, and then started to form a puddle underneath him.

“mommyyyy,” gussie whined as he peed, sucking his thumb and watching the puddle get bigger.

“oh you poor thing,” i rubbed his back while he finished peeing. it was not a small accident. his pee had soaked his pants, his socks, and even his dress shoes.

“are you all done?” i finally asked, and gussie nodded, still sucking his thumb.

“good thing i planned for something like this.” i said, rubbing his back and kissing him gently on the forehead. “let’s get you out of those yucky clothes.”

we got to the car, and i popped the trunk, where i had packed a diaper, changing mat, and change of clothes for gus, just in case this happened.

“lay down, lil guy” i told him, and he obeyed, sprawling out on his changing mat.

“mommy? can i have my paci?”

“mmhm, way ahead of you, kiddo.” i put his favorite paci in his mouth and got to work taking off his shoes, socks, and dress pants.

when he was just in his dress shirt and soaked pullup, i paused to admire the sight. of him, squirming and sucking on his paci.

“oh, look at you!” i giggled. “you water-logged this poor pullup.”

gus giggled behind his pacifier. “i’m sorry mommy, i hadda go!!”

“clearly. let’s get you out of this before you leak all over the car too,” i said, undoing the sides and pulling the soaked pullup off. it was so heavy from gus’s pee.

after cleaning his little boy parts up, i started to fluff up a clean, dry diaper.

“i get a diapee?” gus asked, looking excited.

“of course, silly goose. i’m not letting you leak all over my car. you might even need a booster or two. and anyway, you’ll be much comfier in this.

i taped him into his diaper with two boosters, and then got to work taking off his shirt, button by button.

gus squirmed delightedly as i took off his shirt, so he was just laying in the back of the car in nothing but his diaper.

“i brought you two onesie options. do you want the spaceships or the dinosaurs?”

gus sucked hard on his paci while he thought. “mmm, dinosaurs.”

“good choice.”

i got gus all dressed and cozy in his dinosaur onesie, and buttoned it over his thick diaper.

“mommy?” gus asked as i buckled him into the backseat with his blankie and favorite stuffie.

“what’s up lil guy?”

“do you think any of the other groomsmen get treated like a baby by their girlfriends?”

i giggled. “no, baby, i think you’re special. i don’t think the other groomsmen are little boys at heart like you are. but i love it. you’re my little boy.”

gus giggled and blushed at that answer. “i love being your little boy.”

She knew there were only a few pages left and she was trying to get as comfortable as possible before her nap. She had already shifted from her back to her side, her other side, and now her tummy. Every time she tried a new position her diaper rustled softly on the sheets, the under layer crinkling louder in return. Finding the right position wasn't as important has letting the pressure in her gut and bottom out, though, but it would be helpful.

"You're squirmy today," Mommy said in between pages.

"I wanna get comfy," Camille muttered and grasped her arms together in front of her and tucked her bare legs and knees under her body, butt slightly raised in the air. She smiled to herself when she realized she was in a modified child's pose. It was almost too on point.

As Mommy read the concluding they all lived happily ever after, Camille let herself start to relax the tension that had been building in her.

Her insides knew exactly what to do and everything shifted in to place. With her bottom slightly raised she gave a little push and a thick log began its way out of her. She didn't even need to work for it, she just merely gave her body permission to let it come. It was just firm enough to give some resistance to the back of her diaper before balling up and settling. Camille gave one more small push and a small, softer piece came out. She could feel it spread over the lump already in her pull-up. A trickle of pee escaped her too and got wicked away by the thick padding. The heaviness was now spread from the back to the middle, it was warm and felt indescribably good.

She straightened her legs out with a sigh. Her bottom dropped with another rustle of the sheets and she burrowed back into the pillows, her task accomplished. She looked up at Mommy with a sleepy smile and eyes large with relief and pleasure.

Mommy looked back at her with fondly, slightly biting her bottom lip. She knew what the answer would be but asked anyway. "Want me to change you?"

"No, now I'm comfy!" Camille exclaimed. She reached for her stuffed fox and brought the pacifier clipped to her shirt up to her mouth.

Sleeping with a fresh messy diaper was exactly what she needed. Her mess was pushing all the right buttons in her erogenous zone. The pressure of it bellow her bottom and between her legs, the warmth, the arousal of doing something so gross but also endearing in front of her Mommy. She was only little, she couldn't help it. It was almost too much to bear, she had to do something with this feeling. Without even thinking about it she flexed her hips into the mattress.

"Hey now, none of that. You can sleep in a yucky diaper but you know you're not allowed to do that without me. It's nap time now, sweetie." Mommy brushed a few hairs away from Camille's face and was met with a tremendous pout.

"When I wake up? Please?"

"Let me think about it. Try and stay on your belly, ok? Here, I'll slide the mat under you for extra protection, up-up".

Mommy smoothed the corners of the changing mat straight under Camille. Camille's breathing was already evening out and her eyes were starting to droop. Mommy rubbed her between the shoulder blades for a few minutes before standing up and flicking on the nightlight.

"Have a good sleep, baby. Love you."

lips locked, adrenaline rushing, completely oblivious to their potty signals until they feel warmth spreading and being sucked away from their skin

or maybe they really do know they need to go but don’t want to ruin the moment. they’ll be ok, they can hold it, just one more minute, this feels so good…all is well until cg catches them off guard with a nibble of their ear or grab of their crotch. they gasp and all off a sudden the floodgates open, or they unclench and a mound forms in the back of their padding

panting in between kisses, grinding their hips into cg’s lap, wet diaper stifling any real sensation for the little. cg on the other hand is getting a crotch full of warmth and weight and loving every minute of it.

“Honey, can you just get in the shower with Mommy? You can leave your pull-up on the floor for now. Just put it on top of you pants, okay?”

She reaches for the shampoo while he steps out of his pants and wet pull-up. When he pulls back the curtain to get in the shower she can tell that he’s feeling shy, thumb tracing his lips and eyes downcast.

“Come here. You get under the water while I leave my shampoo in, okay?” She picks up the soap and starts to rub it onto her hands. “Ohh…did you still need to pee more?”

He looks down at the stream steadily flowing onto the bathtub and down the drain. “Oh…maybe.”

‘Maybe’ is a little silly when both of them can see that he’s going.

“Can I get your armpits while we wait for you to finish? It was hot today and I know you got sweaty playing in the yard.”

He nods. Now his thumb is all the way in his mouth.

“Okay, are you all done?”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“Did you just get in the shower right away because I told you to?”

“Yeah…”

“You are soo good. But you know that you can finish in the potty if you need to, right?”

“I was just listening to Mommy.”

“Right. You were being good. But, like I said, just tell me if you need to go potty more, okay? It’s not a big deal this time because we’re in the shower. But remember when you went pee again after I told you to change into new pants?”

He nods.

“Can you tell me what happened? Turn around so I can get your butt.”

“I forgot I needed to go pee and I was doing the dishes. And then I couldn’t ignore it and it started to just come out when I was almost to the bathroom.”

“Did your pants get wet?”

“Umm…yeah.”

“Did you go potty in your pull-up while you were outside today?”

“Ummm…”

“Yes?”

“I was crouching down to look at a flower and maybe umm…”

“Maybe you went a little bit?” She turns him back around. “I think I should have been out there supervising you is what I’m hearing.”

“Yeah, maybe…”

“Okay, let me rinse my hair and then we’ll dry off.”

She turns off the water and he reaches out to get their towels.

“Do you need a little bit more protection than pull-ups?”

“I think mommies decide that, right, not babies?”

“That’s true. Here, can I get your back for you? You got your shirt wet when you dried off by yourself yesterday.”

He blushes and turns around. Then they step out onto the tile and he picks up his pull-up and pants.

“Do you know what to do with those?”

“Throw this part away…and put these in the laundry?”

“That’s right.”

“And then get my changing mat, right?”

“Uh-huh. And what else?”

“Umm…put it down in the bedroom and get wipes and…”

“And what? I think you know that Mommy knows what you should be wearing if you’re going to pee yourself.”