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An almost-vanilla ddlg/abdl story.

She clung to his arm like a koala as their plane sat at the end of the runway, San Francisco Bay barely visible through the thick fog outside the oval window.

"The pilots can see, right?" she asked.

"Yes, baby," he responded, kissing her on the temple. "Hundreds of planes fly in and out of this fog every day."

She knew that, but her fear of flying wasn't calmed by facts. This was the first time she's been on a plane since she had to fly to her uncle's funeral four years ago. And that flight was barely more than 90 minutes. When she took off today, she would be in the air for nearly six hours. And then—unless a wing fell of the plane or the pilots both had heart attacks or gravity suddenly decided to become twice as strong—she would land in New York City.

The plane began to accelerate. She hugged his arm tighter as they sped down the runway and started to tilt upward. She shifted in her seat, the crinkle of her diaper masked by the hum of the engines. And they were in the sky.

****

Three months earlier, on a typically gloomy San Francisco morning, they lazed in bed together, tapping and scrolling on their phones.

"If I went to that conference in New York, would you come with me?" she asked.

He turned slowly in her direction, his face displaying a mix of shock and amusement, as if she had just asked, "if I became a lion tamer, would you come to my circus?"

"Babe, you were talking in your sleep again. Why do you keep saying 'I need a diaper, I need a diaper' over and over again? Were you having a weird dream?"

"It happened again. You were grabbing my arm and begging me to put a diaper on you. No, I didn't record it, I was half asleep! What is going on in that head of yours?"

"I'm starting to get concerned, babe. I know you said the idea of wearing a diaper repulses you, but it seems to be all you think about at night. Are you sure you're not repressing something? Do you think you should see a doctor?"

"Look, I believe you; it's just that I can't sleep with all your moaning about diapers. I'm just curious what would happen if you were actually wearing one at night. Maybe it would help?"

"I'm sorry, but I want you to try wearing one. Just for tonight. There seems to be some part of you that really needs this."

"You slept like a rock. No more sleep talking, and you were smiling every time I looked at you. Honestly, you seemed kind of blissful. And I slept better without all the begging in my ear! Would you wear another one tonight? For me?"

(this is a work of ddlg fiction. all characters are consenting adults!!!! also, i have no idea what pop stars’ managers actually do. it’s probably not change their diapers oops

also yall, why did i tear up writing this? i want a daddy so badly, i guess the yearning just came bubbling out)

“this is the biggest show you’ve ever played,” gracie’s tour manager logan said, striding into her dressing room. he was holding a packet of her favorite strawberry lemonade electrolytes. she hadn’t even asked for them, yet here he was: always knowing exactly what she needed before she even asked.

“how many people?” gracie asked as she scrutinized herself in the vanity mirror, touching up the makeup under her eyes.

“close to 25,000.”

gracie shot logan a look. “no fucking way.”

“language.” logan said back.

it was an inside joke between them. logan was quite a bit older than gracie. a grumpy bearded man in his 40s who saw gracie as somewhat of a daughter figure.

the first time he’d heard the 20-something year old old cuss on set, he’s instinctively grumbled, “language.”

now, he still said it, but with that teasing gravely voice that gracie loved so much.

he was technically employed as her manager. in charge of booking events and managing her schedule and making sure her team was where they needed to be. but he really did so much more than that. he kept her steady. he made her laugh. he took care of her on set, protected her.

logan was also the only one on her team that knew about gracie’s little secret. what she was currently wearing under her sparkly little silver dress.

“here, you need to stay hydrated.” logan said, dumping the electrolyte packet into a plastic water bottle and shaking it up for her.

“thanks.”

“you nervous at all?” he asked, as gracie accepted the water bottle and took a long sip. then she cleared her throat.

“just the usual amount of nerves. it never exactly goes away.” she stood up, shimmying back and forth in her slinky little dress. “you can’t tell, right?” gracie asked logan with a knowing look.

he knew what she was asking.

“bend over.” he said, his voice commanding and casual.

she bent.

he knelt behind her, hands going under her skirt to adjust the bloomers under the dress, hiding her padding. his hands were warm and big and practiced. she trusted them completely. and secretly…she liked feeling them on her.

“all clear.” he said, patting her padded butt through the dress. “no one will know a thing.”

“thank you.” she said breathlessly. “and logan?”

he looked up at her from where he knelt on the ground, hands still on the back of her thighs. his eyes were so kind, his touch so familiar.

“what is it? you okay, kiddo?”

she simultaneously felt tethered and untethered to him. he was keeping her grounded, but he was also unraveling her with his every move.

“thank you for everything you do for me.”

logan cracked a crooked smile. “of course, kiddo. it’s almost like they pay me to do it.”

they both laughed, but gracie felt a little embarassed by her earnestness. of course. this was logan’s job. he didn’t bring her electrolytes and ask her how she was feeling and check her diaper for god’s sake just because he wanted to. it was his literal job.

“right right, of course.” gracie said, swallowing her embarrassment. she could feel her cheeks blushing. “well, i should go get in position.”

“we’ve still got some time,” logan said, checking his watch.

gracie shook her head. “i want to go early. like you said, big show. i need to get in the right headspace.”

she left logan kneeling in the dressing room, while she hurried off to her position under the stage.

for 25,000 people in the crowd, the show was pretty uneventful. gracie hit her marks. she sang the songs she’d written in her bedroom years ago. she performed the role of the charming yet courteous, personable pop star.

she was used to this act.

but there was one person she couldn’t act in front of.

the show ended with silver confetti blasting into the crowd, and gracie waving and smiling as she walked off stage.

sweaty and sore and exhausted after performing, she headed backstage, ignoring the cheers and compliments of the rest of her team. they were lovely, but they weren’t what she needed right now. they weren’t who she needed.

backstage was a flurry of colors and people and muffled sounds. sets being moved and disassembled, technical crew running back and forth to take down the show.

somebody accidentally jostled gracie, bumping her hard in the waist. she tensed up.

her waist hurt, and she suddenly became aware of the soggy diaper underneath her dress. she wanted it off. she wanted everything off.

she felt overwhelmed as she made her unsteady way back to her dressing room. overwhelmed from the chaos of backstage, and over-exhausted from the show she just put on.

her head swam. her throat thickened.

god, where was he?! he always met her right after her shows. and now, she felt alone and unsteady and…lost. she felt like a lost little girl alone in the crowd.

gracie’s lip quivered and fat tears started to fall as she finally got to her dressing room and swung the door open.

logan was standing there, by the changing table, a fresh diaper in his hands. his eyes met her, and it was like something immediately clicked.

“oh, gracie.” he said, dropping the diaper and running over to her. he immediately held her, and she melted into his arms, holding him like an anchor in a stormy sea. “what’s wrong, sweet girl?” he asked gently.

she sobbed into his chest, overwrought with emotion. and now logan’s arms were around her and she overwhelmingly felt at home.

she let herself cry ugly, slobbering, messy tears. because she knew logan had already seen her at her most vulnerable. she trusted him with every part of herself.

she squeezed him tighter, breathing in his familiar smell. her tears soaked into his t-shirt, but she didn’t care. all she cared about was being in his arms.

“daddy.” she sobbed, the word slipping out before she’d even thought it. but she felt it with her entire being. it wasn’t anything she could explain away. and she hoped she wouldn’t need to explain it.

logan paused. she felt him pause. she felt the tension in his whole body from hearing that one word. then, he relaxed. like a wave of acceptance.

Confessions of a Teenage Bedwetter pt5

Dear Diary,

He could tell his girlfriend was getting quite stressed from work and school…  She never seemed to get a break.  So he waited until she had a solid 5 days of nothing..  With no one or thing to worry about.

    A lot of planning was involved, he cleaned out an old storage room and put in a crib with plastic sheets and cuffs on each corner of the bed (good for changing naughty rebellious little girls who wet and mess themselves.)  

    There was a cabinet, filled with diapers, powder, wipes, and cute little outfits that made her look like a 3 year old..  There were also paddles, vibrators, rope, cuffs, and crops etc. depending on how bad his little girl decided to be.

    Finally it was time..  She came home from work with a sigh of relief..  He handed her cranberry juice with laxatives and diuretics.  Soon enough she would realize that she needs diapers, and Daddy’s guidance.

    “Sweetie, I want to talk to you about something..  I know things have been so stressful for you, and I want to help.  Let me take care of you this weekend, so you can just relax.”  She loved the idea of that, it sounded perfect to her…  Little did she know what was actually in store for her.

    Some time had gone by, and she was beginning to get a bit suspicious…  Why did he keep feeding her snacks and drinks?  She had all ready had so much, but she didn’t want to disappoint him..  Suddenly a need to pee washed over her and she doubled over trying to hold it.  

    “What’s wrong baby?”  I asked, as I pulled her onto my lap.  “I’m not a baby,” she responded rather indignantly.  “Now let me up, I need to use the bathroom.”  She squirmed in my lap as I held her in my arms, she gave me a strange look as she struggled.  “Listen baby girl, I’m going to take care of you this weekend, but you’re going to have to follow some rules…  Rule number 1, bathroom off limits.”

    “You’ve gone crazy, haven’t you?”  She asks in disbelief, the pressure growing in her bladder.  “Crazy for you little girl,” I teased as I began to tickle her.  Now she really began to squirm and writhe about, but suddenly froze as I felt my own crotch begin to get soaked, with a steady *drip drip* on the floor.  

    “Oh my God, Sarah, didn’t you just say that you weren’t a baby?”  She was didn’t know how to process what happened, red in the face and utterly humiliated..  She just wanted to hide, she couldn’t believe that she just wet herself, now she was soaked.

    “C’mon sweetie, lets get you cleaned up.”  Before she knew it she was being carried in his arms..  She really did feel like a baby in that moment, and it was kind of nice knowing that he was there to take care of her..  But then she saw it.  He opened a door to what looked like an adult nursery.  

    Before she could say anything he had laid her down and began locking her ankles and wrists into the cuffs attached to the four corners of her crib.  That’s right, her crib, because she was the only one in sight who wet themselves like a toddler.

    “What are you doing?!”  She yelled and she flailed about against her cuffs.  Relax sweetie, this is for your own good..  You need to give this a chance, the cuffs are just in the beginning to help you settle in..  They may be used as punishment in the future if you’re going to be a naughty little brat.  “Are you fucking crazy?!”  She yelled.  He gave her a hard swat on her butt, and that was enough for her to go quiet, with just a small whimper, as she looked up with pleading eyes.

    He began to cut her clothes off of her, until she was completely naked.  The look in her eyes betrayed her, was she secretly enjoying this all ready?  Could she finally give up control to someone else?  He did make her feel safe, even though she was completely helpless now.  But then she saw it, he pulled out a thick diaper from the cabinet, and her face grew more red then he had ever seen.

    “What are you doing with that?..  Please no..”  She begged, and she lifted her cute little ass for him without even thinking.  Before she knew it he had expertly taped the thick diaper in place between her legs.  She couldn’t help but press her diapered butt against the changing pad bringing it back and forth as the diaper rubbed against her princess parts, making her moan.  She felt so humiliated and helpless, why was it turning her on so much?

    He slapped her diapered but again, and told her no cumming without permission was rule number 2.  She pouted and looked up at him, about to plead for a second time before she caught herself..  She didn’t want to be in diapers!  This was ridiculous!

    “You’re going to behave, right baby?”  He let her out of her restraints, and lifted her onto his hip, carrying her back over to the couch.  He pulled a sheet off the couch, which turned out to be waterproof.  Important when you have a leaky baby to take care of.  Into the wash it went, to be ready again in a few hours when her diaper is at its leaking point.  

    He held her in his lap again, giving her soft kisses and rocking her..  She was still trying to get over the fact that her Daddy was holding her in nothing but a diaper, when she felt a sudden intense pressure in her bowels.  She blushed at the thought of calling him Daddy, and began to squirm.  “Please let me up, I really need to go.”

    “That’s what your diapers are for sweetie, just relax and let go”  She wasn’t having it though.  She kept trying to fight and even buck against him as he held her down in his lap.  It was to no avail, she couldn’t struggle and hold it..  She felt herself losing control, blushing as she let farted and her belly growled and grumbled.  She stopped struggling and focused all of her might on holding it in.

    She began to cry as the mess forced its way out of her and filled the back of her diaper.  It just kept coming as she grunted and struggled to push it into her tight diaper.  She was utterly exhausted and spent by the end, and a complete mess.  Makeup down her face from crying, and the fullest diaper she could imagine.  She began wetting herself, but didn’t even care at this point.  She just tried to hide in his arms, really feeling like a baby for the first time.

    He patted her mushy diaper, pressing it into her..  She didn’t even try to stop him any more.  “You’re such a good girl, you’ve gone through a lot baby..  Lets get you cleaned up with a bath and then get you in a fresh diaper.  Then we can curl up and watch a movie.