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  1. I was specifically referring to the denigrating tone the guy uses in the video. I think there's nothing "cute" about that. If my partner would talk to me like that, or get turned on by talking to me like that, I would show her the door. I don't care if it's your "kink", you don't talk to me like that if you love me.
  2. Lovely? The off-cam guy is being downright mean to the girl (and no, I don't care if that's part of "play"). I've actually met these people once, and he sure as hell gave me the creeps.
  3. Dutchie here. I wrote this story: https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/comments/t41s63/rowans_redemption_chapter_1/ Given your tastes, you might just enjoy it 😉
  4. If you're in Europe, try diaper-heroes.be. They might have what you're looking for. Also, Rearz sells Felicity, which are pink printed pull-ups. You can find those at abdlfactory.com
  5. Absolutely the diaper. It was made for the body of a grown adult, and it can be trusted to take a large wetting without leaking.
  6. I have memories of wanting to wear diapers as early as six years old, maybe even younger. The moment that desire started, probably coincided with the moment I discovered I was significantly different from the kids around me. I'm not neurotypical (not autism or disability related), and I realized quite quickly that I looked at the world differently and experienced it in a different way. My parents did the best they could, but there was hardly any knowledge or expertise to help them. My therapist and I concluded I might have developed regressive desired because I wanted to return to the time when my parents fully understood my needs, and I didn't think of the world and social interaction as difficult, confusing and draining yet. I didn't start actually wearing diapers until my teenage years, and didn't actually buy them in larger quantities until my early twenties.
  7. This. This so much. I do think regression and age play is a form of escapism, yes. But just like coping, it should be a temporary thing. I, too, suffer now from subconscious psychological mechanisms I have taught myself to (mentally) survive. I still live by those principles, as they're subconscious and I'm not fully aware of how they're influencing my behavior, self image and decision making. I'm working with my therapist to uncover that, however. Also, these mechanism are still there, even though the situations and circumstances that caused me to apply them are no longer present. Yet, they stunt me in my growth and development towards an emotionally healthy person that can verbalize his feelings when he wants to. My therapist agrees with me that age play and regression in itself is not necessarily harming me, but the fact that I grab that as my method of dealing with something hard, instead of actually dealing with that obstacle - that's when coping mechanisms become unhealthy.
  8. Or you save up longer chapters and post the entire chapter at once. Or you just post each chapter as an individual thread, like other people do. Some people don't like having to login to yet another site. Just sayin'.
  9. Why not post it here? Wattpad is removing diaper content, as far as I know.
  10. I would like to add a little nuance to that: many coping machanisms are okay (I don't like the word "valid", as it implies a whole other debate), in the sense that coping to a certain degree is healthy. When a coping mechanism becomes your primary way of dealing with stress, anxiety and the like, it takes the form of an addiction. As in: you can't function properly without the coping mechanism. I've met plenty of people that use kink or substances or anything one might consider 'vapid', where they instead need therapy, or at least serious self reflection. To anyone reading this: kink is not an appropriate or healthy substitute for therapy. Don't rob yourself of living a better life by assuming kink will solve your problem. It's okay to see a therapist.
  11. I personally don't see "AB" as something you "are", as in: I don't see it as my identity. It's something I'm involved with, but it's not the foundation of who I am, as I also strongly believe that wouldn't be healthy for any person. From personal experience with therapy, I know that parents and babies that have formed a safe attachment, have a way of non-verbally understanding each other. A child can communicate its needs without being able to talk or understand language. The parent can act upon this and give the child what it needs. Once a child grows older and lears to talk, there are factors that I assume can disturb this non-verbal instinctive bond. Factors like being highly gifted, having autism or some other form of neurodivergence, or another (mental) disorder that disturbs verbalization. If a child has the implicit feeling his parents no longer fully understand him, or he has trouble fully communicating his needs (which can be the case with various forms of autism), the child may develop a nostalgic wish to return the time when he didn't need to put so much effort in feeling seen and understood (which is what regression aims to make the regressor experience). This can also be the case with people who suffer trauma in their childhood. This can be physical, emotional, or sexual abuse, but that also includes being bullied as a child - the latter of which many people with infantilism experience (like myself, for instance). I would like to strongly advise you to seek therapy and discuss the above with your therapist - preferably someone who knows clinical psychology. Especially because you mention substance (ab)use, which might just as well be a more "grown-up" form of the same effect I described above. Even more so because you mentioned specifically mushrooms. I agree that using mushrooms or other substance abuse is probably not the root, but a symptom in your case. You mentioned suffering from complex PTSD, so I assume you use a substance to take the edge of whatever bad experience the CPTSD can put you through. I don't have PTSD myself, so I don't have any firsthand experience on that matter. I do think the root is the same, though. What might help you is a form of therapy that lets you deal with or even overcome some of the difficulties that arose somewhere during your childhood.
  12. IV. Little, did he know? Stella was now dressed in fluffy pajama pants, a onesie, and a shirt with a character of a children’s cartoon on it. In her mouth was a large pacifier with a four-leaf clover on the shield, attached to a cord that was clipped to the collar of her shirt. She carried a plush clownfish in both hands that must have been almost two feet long. Rowan tilted his head, pondering why an adult mare would wear such a shirt and carry a large plush animal, let alone have a pacifier. He could clearly hear the loud crinkling of a diaper underneath her clothes, which was not as apparent before. She looked like an oversized toddler in many aspects. It was as if Stella had left and a different mare had entered the living room. The pony sat down on the couch, next to Rowan, and hid most of her face behind the giant clownfish. Celester ruffled her mate’s mane, then sat down on the other side of the couch. The entire display struck Rowan as odd. The way Stella was dressed and behaving was not even the strangest thing to him, but rather the calm and seemingly amused way Celester reacted to it, and how all this seemed normal to both mares. ‘You’re probably wondering what this is all about, aren’t you?’ the unicorn said calmly. ‘I guess... Yeah. Is it okay to ask?’ Stella giggled as Celester kissed her on the forehead. ‘Shall I let you do the talking, filly?’ She nodded and took her pacifier out. ‘When I was a filly, it took me longer than usual to potty train. I’ve always had a weak bladder, which meant I had daytime accidents every now and then when I was in primary school. I often wet the bed, so my parents made me wear diapers. I also had to wear them during long car rides. A few weeks before my tenth birthday, the bedwetting gradually stopped.’ ‘And you didn’t wear diapers anymore?’ ‘Very rarely. Until I started high school. Somehow, the transition to a different school was stressful for me, and my mother suggested I wore diapers again. I was hesitant at first, but it didn’t take long before I remembered being diapered meant no worries about accidents or waking up in a wet bed. They made me feel safe and helped me sleep better, and they still do.’ ‘We met in our third year of high school,’ Celester added. ‘My parents and I had moved here from the other side of the country and I had to rebuild my social circle. Making friends is hard for a black unicorn at that age. When you’re a filly, other kids don’t see you as dangerous. There are a lot of misconceptions about unicorns and our magical abilities, let alone black unicorns. Anyway, we didn’t immediately hit it off, like you would see in any second-rate movie. It took until I got rejected by a stallion I wanted to date. In private, I dropped my cloaking and revealed that I’m a unicorn. Let’s say that didn’t end well.’ ‘I noticed Celester as she entered the bathroom and saw she had been crying. At first, I was mostly concerned with whether she had seen me carrying my diaper bag, until I saw her horn. I had seen her a couple of times before, but it never occurred to me she was a unicorn. I had never met one until then, even though I had wished for it on every birthday I can remember.’ ‘Stella asked me if I was alright, and I told her I got rejected by a guy. She said she felt sorry for me, and since my cloaking was still down, I noticed she was suppressing a laugh. I asked her about it and she said she had never experienced that problem.’ ‘I soon realized I had said something hurtful, so I decided to be honest. I had never been rejected by a stallion, because I only feel attracted to mares.’ ‘Somehow, this triggered something in me. I had considered myself bisexual for a few years, but I had never dated a mare. From that day on, we were best friends. It didn’t take long for Stella to get the obvious out of the way and tell me about her accidents and the diapers she wore for protection.’ ‘Earlier that year, my father died in a workplace accident. For two months straight, I woke up wet every night. After I began having more and more near-accidents during daytime, my mother convinced me to wear diapers during the day as well. I discovered they didn’t just make me feel safe, the diapers also helped me relive a part of my childhood, and experience some of the comfort and security I felt when my dad was still alive. I went looking online and found out there were others. It appeared to be a thing called “infantilism”.’ ‘About a year and a half later, after the finals, Stella finally told me about all that. She explained she liked to pretend she was a filly every now and then, because it helped her cope with stress and sorrow. I soon understood it took great courage to take the risk of sharing such intimate details with me. From that moment, I knew I wanted to share my life with her. A few days later, she regressed in my presence for the first time. Somehow it clicked and I naturally took on a motherly role. I’ve enjoyed taking care of her ever since.’ Rowan took a few moments to let all this sink in. ‘So that’s why you have this collection of picture books?’ ‘I do read to children in the hospital, but yeah.’ ‘Now that you mention it, thanks for tidying up our bookcase. I was expecting you to read a book, but I’m not complaining. I like pleasant surprises.’ He smiled. ‘Speaking of which, I brought a couple of surprises on the way home,’ Celester said triumphantly. ‘The first is in the hallway, and I suggest a certain little pony is going to look for it. It’s in my bag.’ Stella zoomed out of the living room, straight towards where Celester had dropped her bag when she came home. The pony quickly found what she was looking for and returned to the living room, carrying a flat square box. There was a logo of a local bakery printed on the top. ‘Did you buy cake?’ Rowan asked in confusion. ‘Yup. You took the bold action to escape from an abusive situation. Celebration is non-negotiable.’ Stella, who had carried the box to the countertop by now, carefully opened the lid. ‘Carrot cake!’ she shouted. ‘It’s her favorite. Sorry for going by a racial stereotype, but I assumed you’d probably like it too.’ ‘We’ll see if it can beat my grandmother’s recipe,’ Rowan laughed. ‘Stella, be a dear and divide the cake in three pieces. The box with cutlery should be on top of the stack with kitchen stuff. And make us some tea, please.’ ‘Yes, Mommy!’ ‘I’ll go get the other surprise from the car. Be right back.’ She returned carrying a large shopping bag filled with clothes, which she put down next to the coffee table. ‘What’s this?’ ‘I had some time between two appointments, which I decided to put to good use. I searched online for secondhand clothing and found a mother who had just sorted through her teenage son’s clothes. She wanted to sell the collective of whatever didn’t fit him anymore, so she was glad I wanted to take everything. They happened to be rabbits, too. There are no shoes, but I figured you might not need them for a while and I didn’t know if you even prefer to wear them. Stella and I have hooves, so we hardly ever wear shoes. To top it off, I bought you some new underwear as well.’ Rowan wanted to say how grateful he was for their kindness, but the words would not leave his mouth. He tried a few times more, but he kept choking up. Eventually, the rabbit teared up and began to cry uncontrollably. Celester, who had picked up on this just before he started bawling, gently embraced the rabbit and supported him. ‘How can I ever repay you?’ he cried. ‘By stuffing that cake in your face, and celebrating a new chapter in your life,’ Celester replied with a grin. Stella put three mugs on the coffee table and sat down. She patted the space next to her, inviting Rowan to join her. With the now somewhat calmed-down rabbit in the middle, the three dug in. A moment of silent enjoyment followed. ‘So... Apparently, my grandmother’s carrot cake sucks,’ Rowan stated to nobody in particular. ‘One more rabbit in the “not the best they can be”-category,’ Celester said, stifling a laugh. ‘Yeah, I’ve been wanting to ask you, Rowan. How did you end up in such a bad situation? It didn’t exactly happen overnight, did it?’ ‘I met Azalea in high school. In the beginning, we were boyfriend and girlfriend, and all was well. Then I turned eighteen, which apparently was the moment my stepdad was waiting for. Instead of birthday congratulations, I was told I had three days to find a place to live. He would change the door locks over the weekend, and I would no longer be welcome in their house or their life.’ Stella listened with her mouth agape. ‘Why? What did you do wrong?’ ‘Existing. My mother was raped at a party. Her parents were pro-life, so they made it crystal clear she would be kicked out if she had an abortion. Legends say that unwanted rabbit babies are reabsorbed in the womb, and that no rabbit is ever born unwanted, but I guess that’s just a fairytale.’ ‘Do you even know who your real father is?’ ‘Not even his name. I bear my mother’s last name. She called me “Brek”, which means “Bramble”. I assume she did that to piss off her parents, so every time they mentioned me, they’d know my mother only associated me with pain. My stepdad only took care of me because it was illegal to kick me out, and he didn’t want to look bad to his in-laws.’ ‘Wow, what a snake pit. So they threw you out, and that’s when you went to Azalea’s place?’ He nodded. ‘She invited me to stay, and I trusted her. After a few weeks, my contract at the burger joint got terminated, because they had to cut back on personnel. I was out of work for a while, and then something snapped. Azalea understood I had nowhere to go and that I would be on the streets without her. I had only a few friends, and none of them were in a position to take me in. Let alone for free.’ ‘But how did that dilapidate into imprisoning you in her apartment?’ ‘She posed the argument that I should do the household chores as long as I didn’t have a job, so there was more time for us together in the evenings. However, she often went out with her female friends, where I wasn’t welcome of course. Since I only have my high school diploma, finding a job a teenager can’t do wasn’t easy. By then, I was doing almost all chores. Meanwhile, Azalea refused to have sex with me, and noticed I became restless. I was just upset about not getting a job and feeling useless, but she gaslighted me into thinking I was sexually frustrated. To “help me control my urges” she decided to buy me a chastity cage. I protested, but she convinced me to try it, “just to see if it would help”. Things quickly escalated from there.’ ‘That’s awful!’ was all Stella could say. ‘The next morning, I woke up wearing a collar. I know many people wear them, but I never had. I looked beside me and saw Azalea wasn’t next to me in the bed. Another thing I noticed was my phone missing from the nightstand. I heard movement in the living room, so I got up to see what was going on. She sat there, at the dining table, holding a remote. A pen and a sheet of paper laid there on the table, as if they were waiting for me.’ ‘I don’t like where this is going,’ Celester said. ‘Neither did I. She told me there would be some changes as of that day. I was to sign the paper, which basically said I was willingly submitting myself to her, and the chastity and collar were put on me with consent. Of course, I said she was crazy and that I wouldn’t sign the document. I asked for my phone and the key to the cage, because I was leaving. And that’s when she grinned and pressed a button on the remote.’ ‘No... Did she put a shock collar on you?’ Celester asked, trying to control her anger. Rowan slowly nodded. ‘She asked me if I was sure, and I tried to resist. Every time I did, she shocked me, each time longer than before. I kept trying, maybe subconsciously hoping she’d pity me and stop whatever she had planned. Eventually, I nearly blacked out from the pain. With my last strength, I realized the only way to make it stop was to sign the document. She kept the shock collar on me for a few more days, until she was relatively certain of my surrender. By then, she replaced it with the locking collar with the tracking device. I wasn’t allowed to sleep in our bedroom anymore. Instead, I slept in a small side room designed to be a home office or a children’s bedroom. All I had in there was a mattress, the few clothes I owned, some particularly poorly written books about feminism, and a camping toilet.’ ‘This is getting stranger by the minute. Why the latter two?’ Stella inquired. ‘Azalea has a thing for dominating men, as I imagine you’ve deduced by now. She believes women are superior and men should serve women, in the broadest terms imaginable. I wasn’t allowed in the big bed anymore, only if I agreed to have sex with her the way she wanted. That included her taking me from behind with a strap-on, and I think of my butt as an exit only, thank you very much.’ ‘So she banned you from the bedroom and kept you as a literal slave?’ He nodded. ‘Since I wasn’t planning to volunteer for her sexual pleasure, she began bringing home other guys do dominate in our bedroom, during which I was to be in “my room”, with the lights out, not to be seen or heard. That’s what the camping toilet was for.’ A moment of silence filled the living room. The mares contemplated everything Rowan had told them and tried to understand how it made him feel. ‘I can’t even begin to imagine how your life has been in the past two years. It sounds like actual prisoners have a better living standard.’ He sighed. ‘Yeah, I’m glad to be away from her. It’s just... I don’t know where to go from here.’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘Azalea systematically isolated me from my friends, and my parents made it clear they don’t want me in their life. I’m from a small family, and since I’m the product of rape, I’m not exactly welcome at my aunt and uncle’s place either. The clothes you girls gave me are all I own.’ ‘No bank account? No savings?’ Stella asked. ‘Azalea pressured me into giving up my PIN and plundered my account. It wasn’t much, but I might have been able to pay the first month of rent somewhere. I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place. There’s nowhere I can go.’ ‘Well…’ Celester said slowly, pretending to ponder for a moment. ‘Maybe you don’t have to. You could stay here, with us. Even after your paw has healed, I mean.’ ‘But I don’t want to impose on you. Besides, I don’t have any money. I can’t pay-’ ‘You don’t have to if you can’t. We’re happy to share our home with a cute rabbit like you.’ Rowan’s ears flopped. ‘It’s just… What am I going to do all day? And how am I going to afford rent?’ ‘Don’t worry about that. We’ll give you room and board until you find a job, and then we’ll renegotiate. The rabbit pondered for a moment. ‘It does sound like a really good offer. What’s the catch?’ Celester chuckled. ‘I’m not used to your cunning yet, I see. First of all, now that you know about the nature of my relationship with Stella, I hope you understand we won’t exactly try to keep our dynamic hidden from you. If you’re uncomfortable, just tell us, and we’ll do our best to not push it in your face.’ ‘I kind of expected this. You do you, I guess. Besides, I already told you I got hard from wetting my diaper, so complaining about your dynamic would be somewhat... hypocritical.’ ‘Alright. But wait, there’s more,’ Celester continued like she was in an infomercial. ‘Like I said, we’ll give you a room of your own, and our fridge is your fridge. We’re going to help you find a job, and when you do, we’ll come to an agreement about rent. You’ll pay a fair share of your income, no matter what that might be.’ Rowan nodded. ‘Once you have a job, you and I are going to find you a therapist. You’ve been abused by Azalea for two years, and you grew up in a household that clearly didn’t want you to be a part of it. I can’t imagine what that did to your self-confidence, let alone other social and emotional development. Even my horn picks up your insecurity every now and then.’ The rabbit looked down, close to crying again. Celester put an arm around him, and Stella followed suit. ‘I didn’t say that to hurt your feelings, Rowan. You’ve never had a place where you’re celebrated instead of just barely tolerated. I wish for you to experience what it feels like to have a place you can call “home”. Do you understand that?’ He slowly nodded, and the mares let go of him. ‘That brings us to the last condition. You have to file a complaint against Azalea, at the police station, as soon as possible.’ ‘Why?’ Rowan blurted out. ‘I don’t ever want to see her again. How does filing a complaint help me?’ ‘Abuse is often rooted in trauma or mental illness. That’s not an excuse, but it means she won’t stop on her own. There’s no way she’ll wake up one day and think “You know what? I can’t find my boy toy, let’s straighten up my act and start behaving like a normal person”. Maybe she’ll even decide to find someone to replace you. There’s only one person who can end this, Rowan, and that’s you. At all costs, she must be stopped, so professional people can decide her fate.’ ‘But what about the contract she made me sign?’ ‘If you signed that willingly, would you have escaped the way you did? Wouldn’t there be a way to terminate the contract?’ Rowan remained silent. ‘Did you know most people don’t throw out keys that unlock things they no longer own? I’ve kept your cage and collar, which I can pick in front of the police if they don’t believe you.’ ‘So you’ll go with me?’ ‘Of course, Rowan. You don’t have to do all this on your own. We’re here for you now.’ ‘In that case… I think I’d like to stay.’ ‘Yay!’ Stella exclaimed, tightly hugging Rowan with both arms. ‘Now the formal stuff is out of the way, I believe you shouldn’t wear this diaper much longer,’ Celester said, pointing at the completely blurred blue line down the front. Rowan’s ears flopped. ‘Yeah... Could I maybe take a shower?’ ‘Sure. I’ll help you up the stairs.’ The rabbit let out a content sigh. After all these years, he was finally on his way to better days.
  13. III. Fully booked ‘You’ve mentioned your mate, but where is she?’ Rowan asked as they cleared the table. ‘We’ve shared her apartment during the renovations here. She is there for the final inspection with the landlord, and to return our keys. She’ll be here around lunchtime, I guess.’ ‘Does she know I’m here?’ ‘I texted her before I went downstairs this morning, so she won’t be surprised when she finds you here today.’ ‘Wait, that sounds like you’re leaving. Where are you going?’ ‘I have some other errands to run, and seeing as you’re not clothed, I can’t take you with me. The washing machine will take another hour and a half, and I can’t spare that time.’ ‘Oh, okay. Perhaps this is a dumb question, but is there anything I can do for you?’ ‘Yup. Take some rest, and don’t hurt yourself. If you want to pass some time, the stack of boxes closest to the couch contain mostly books. There’s many kinds of books there, as Stella and I have a broad taste.’ She went into the hallway, but quickly returned, holding a crutch. ‘The hospital gave you this to make it easier for you to walk around. You can use it to get to the toilet for when you, well... for when you don’t want to use your diaper.’ Rowan looked confused for a moment, then scrunched up his face. ‘Gross.’ ‘Glad we agree on that,’ Celester laughed. ‘Did I forget anything? Oh, of course, your painkillers. I left the package of pills from the hospital on the countertop. Take one every six hours.’ ‘What do I do if I need a clean diaper?’ ‘I’ve put two spares and a package of wipes on the coffee table. You probably won’t need both, but there’s no such thing as “too many diapers”. One last question for you, and I want you to be completely honest with me. Would it make you feel safer if I locked the door when I leave, or does that make you feel trapped?’ ‘Actually, I’d prefer it if you did lock the door. I know it sounds crazy, but I’m not fully convinced Azalea is just going to let me go.’ ‘Our landline was installed last week, so you can use the phone in case of emergency. It has mine and Stella’s number in its memory.’ ‘Thanks. Do you have any idea when you will be back?’ ‘Late afternoon, probably. Keep calm, and lie down when you feel like you need to. See you!’ ‘Bye,’ Rowan said sheepishly. He just stood there for a while, listening. The sound of the front door being closed and locked, a car door, the engine starting, Celester driving away. It took a few minutes before it dawned on Rowan he was alone, in a stranger’s house, and he couldn’t get out. In some way, it felt familiar, but he soon realized Celester had locked the door for his safety. She was Azalea’s polar opposite in many aspects. The unicorn even had a motherly aura around her. Sweet and caring, even though she had no obligation to be so kind and generous to Rowan. He looked around the living room again. There had to be something he could do to pass time. He couldn’t move furniture on his own, even if he knew where it should go. At random, he opened one of the boxes near the couch. It contained books, like Celester said. The first one was a sturdy hardcover book with a spine on the cover. It looked very much like someone with a degree in a medical field would own. It read Manual Therapy for Equines and Bovines, and appeared to be part of a series. As he carefully looked at the other books in the box, Rowan got an idea. He didn’t feel like reading, but he could make himself useful by unpacking the books and organizing them. He began unpacking all the boxes of the stack Celester had pointed out, neatly sorting them by category. Apparently, the unicorn wasn’t joking when she said they had a broad taste. He found more medical books, some about law, and quite a few “chick lit” romance novels. The contents of the next box surprised him, however. It contained various picture books and other books aimed at children in primary school. Another box was filled with princess-themed stories. Rowan wondered why the mares owned these books, as he was sure they had no children. Pondering this question, he went back to the kitchen and made himself another mug of tea. It proved quite the challenge to move with a crutch while also trying not to spill a mug of blistering hot liquid, but he managed. After all, Rowan had all the time in the world. As he waited for his tea to cool down sufficiently to be drinkable without vulcanizing his throat, he checked a few more boxes. Eventually, he came to a point where the amount of books was roughly proportional to the available space in the bookcase. He stared at the various stacks of books he had carefully piled up and wondered how much time had passed. He wasn’t in a hurry, but he wondered if he could finish before Stella came home. By now, his tea was drinkable. As he took the first sip, a familiar sensation hit him - he had to pee. Annoyed, he gently put down the mug and reached for the crutch, setting out for the toilet. He then realized there was no need for such a trip. Instead, he sat back down, drank some more tea, and tried to relax his sphincter. It still took effort, albeit a little less than the previous time. With his eyes closed, Rowan cherished the growing warmth in the front of his diaper. The stream of pee made a faint hissing noise, pooling around his bits before finally being absorbed by the soft fluff. He finished his tea, as he waited to be sure his diaper was done absorbing everything. The thought of just sitting there at the kitchen table and wetting his diaper without hesitation made him slightly hard again. Rowan idly rubbed the now squishy front of his diaper, feeling his erection growing as he did. Suddenly he stopped, realizing things would get pretty awkward if he actually masturbated to completion in his diaper. The padding could take a lot more, and he wasn’t planning to explain to either of the mares why he changed out of a diaper he had wet only once. He carefully got back on his paws - or rather, one paw and the crutch. Rowan felt the diaper had swollen up around his bits and between his legs. He enjoyed the feeling so much it made him forget about everything outside of the living room. In a slow but steady pace, he began organizing the bookshelf. Save for the picture books, the majority of the literature had been tidied up now, neatly categorized by subject or genre. In the meantime, Rowan had taken another tea break, during which he had managed to wet his diaper again. Just as he had gotten up to sort through the picture books, he heard the sound of footsteps on the gravel driveway. He made his way to the kitchen window and saw a sand-colored pony with a white mane, dressed in dark jeans and a bright red coat. He listened carefully. A key in the lock, the front door being opened, the pony thoroughly wiping her hooves. She gently opened the living room door. Being conscious of his own diaper, Rowan immediately noticed a tell-tale bulge in the pony’s pants. It struck him as odd, since Celester had only said she wore diapers to bed. ‘Hiya!’ she greeted. ‘You must be Rowan. Nice to meet you.’ ‘And I suppose you’re Stella?’ ‘The one and only,’ she replied cheerfully, striking a pose. ‘I see you’ve been busy.’ ‘I didn’t feel like reading, so... I do hope you girls were planning to keep that bookcase where it is, or I’ve done all this for nothing,’ he laughed. ‘Actually... no, just kidding. You did a great job so far.’ ‘It’s ordered by subject and genre. I’ve managed to get everything in, except the picture books. I guess they’ll fit on the bottom shelves, but I have no idea how to order them.’ ‘Like you did with the others,’ Stella said matter-of-factly. ‘Say what?’ ‘They might be targeted at children, but that doesn’t matter. There’s categories for those as well. There’s fairy tales, educational picture books, silly stories without a moral, and bedtime stories, to name a few. The latter don’t go in here, by the way.’ ‘Why not?’ ‘I keep those somewhere else.’ ‘Oh, okay. Can I ask you a blunt question?’ ‘Sure, fire at will.’ ‘You and Celester don’t have foals, do you?’ ‘Nope.’ ‘Then what’s with all these picture books?’ ‘I’ve collected those for years. It started with a series about a pony who wanted to be a unicorn princess. When I was a filly, I used to put on a pink frilly dress and imagine I was the pony in those stories. Little did I know I’d fall in love with my very own unicorn princess years later. My collection kept growing over the years, until Celester made me prune it before we moved.’ ‘There were even more?’ Rowan blurted out. ‘I used to own about three times as many as you see here. Most of it is in storage. I donated a lot of them to the hospital, where I read to children every few weeks.’ ‘That’s a nice way of volunteering. I’ve had my fair share of hospitals for a while, though, if you don’t mind.’ Stella giggled. ‘Of course. How is your paw, by the way?’ ‘Still sore, but the brace and the painkiller help a lot. It’s mainly annoying that I need to think about everywhere I want to go, and that I’m slower than a tortoise.’ ‘As a rabbit, are you usually a fast runner?’ ‘That depends on whether or not my ex is anywhere near,’ he said sarcastically. She suppressed a chuckle. ‘On a completely different note, this diaper feels pretty full. I feel really embarrassed to ask, but I’ve never changed a diaper in my life, and I assume my ankle won’t make it easier. Could you please help me?’ ‘Of course! I’ll be right back.’ Stella hurried out of the living room and stomped up the stairs, before Rowan could remind her of the spare diapers on the coffee table. She returned carrying what looked like a large and thick quilted cloth sheet. It was covered with a print of butterflies in many vibrant colors. ‘What’s that?’ Rowan inquired as Stella spread out the sheet on the floor. ‘A changing mat. The floor is cold and hard, so this is mostly for comfort. It’s also absorbent, which is super useful if you overestimate the capacity of your diaper. It happens to me every now and then.’ Rowan pointed towards the spare diapers on the coffee table. Stella took one and unfolded it. She fluffed it up a little, then put it down on the changing mat. ‘Go lie down on the diaper for me please. Take your time.’ Rowan’s ears flopped. He slowly sat down on the diaper, then laid back. ‘Are you nervous?’ He nodded quickly. ‘Can you tell me why?’ He shrugged. ‘I know you asked me to change you, but are you okay with me seeing you naked?’ He nodded again. ‘It’s just... I suppose changing a diaper is routine for you, but this is the second one I wore since I was a child.’ ‘Can I touch your belly?’ He tilted his head. ‘Um, yeah? Why?’ Stella remained silent. Instead, she let her hands do the talking. For a few minutes, she gently touched his belly, moving her hands to his hips and sides, and back to the front again. Slowly, Rowan’s breathing slowed down and his muscles relaxed. ‘There you go. That’s better, isn’t it?’ He nodded. The comfortable silence was broken by the sound of the velcro tabs being undone. A slightly cold draft his Rowan’s bits as Stella folded the warm wet diaper away. She grabbed a wipe and began carefully cleaning his private area. It didn’t take long before Rowan felt himself get hard. His ears flopped and he covered his eyes with his hands. ‘What’s up, Rowan? Did I do something wrong? Did I touch you somewhere I shouldn’t have?’ He shook his head. ‘Would you please tell me what’s wrong?’ He remained silent for a while, picking his words. ‘It’s... I’ve worn a chastity cage for two years. The only time I was let out was twice a week, to shower. I had to stand with my hands behind my head while my ex used the shower head to clean me up. Quite roughly, I might add.’ ‘So this is the first time in two years someone not nasty is touching you there?’ He quickly nodded again. ‘I’m so sorry for you, Rowan. That’s awful. I’m done cleaning your front now, by the way. Could you lift up for me?’ He tried to the best of his ability. Stella pulled the wet diaper away, then made quick work of cleaning the lower part of Rowan’s butt. Even with his strong rabbit paws, it took quite the effort to keep his butt from the changing mat long enough. He let himself drop with a sigh when Stella announced she was “all done!”. ‘I’m not an expert on male anatomy, nor on rabbits for that matter, but your, um... pee pee should be pointed downwards when you’re wearing a diaper, right?’ ‘It was, yeah.’ Rowan said, still covering his eyes. ‘Well that’s a bit of a problem. How long does that usually take to, um... y’know, get back to its normal state?’ ‘You ask that like it was yesterday.’ ‘Oh, the cage. Right, sorry. Guess we’ll have to wait and see, right?’ ‘This is so awkwardly embarrassing,’ Rowan said mostly to himself. ‘I have an idea!’ Stella exclaimed. ‘Shall I read you a story? It might take your mind off of, well, laying on the floor half naked.’ ‘You’re going to read a picture book to me?’ ‘If it works for anxious children, it might help you. I’ll pick one where the pictures aren’t that important, so you can just keep your eyes covered.’ ‘Oh, okay.’ ‘I’m going to read one of my favorite stories to you. I sometimes read it when Celester is angry at me. It’s called “The Grumpy Unicorn”.’ Rowan chuckled at the bizarre form of passive aggression. Stella began reading the story, telling about an atypical unicorn that didn’t like rainbows, singing, dancing, or speaking in rhyme. It felt weird to him at first, but after a couple of pages, Rowan even became engrossed in the story. He didn’t even notice Stella folding the front of the clean diaper over his privates, until the sound of the first tape being applied caught his sensitive ears. He assumed Stella knew the story by heart, as she continued on as if nothing happened. ‘And so after a big journey and all this time, the grumpy unicorn finally learned to speak in rhyme,’ she finished. ‘All done, Rowan. Want me to help you up?’ ‘Do you know this story by heart?’ he blurted out. ‘Yup! I love weird stories that break down overused stereotypes.’ ‘To each their own, I guess.’ She shrugged and began folding up the changing mat. ‘Have you had lunch yet? I bought us my favorite oatmeal rolls.’ ‘Any fresh rabbit-friendly food sounds good to me at this point,’ Rowan laughed. ‘Great. I suggest you make your way to the kitchen, and I’ll dispose of this upstairs,’ she replied, holding up the wet diaper. ‘Be right back.’ Rowan’s peaceful sleep was abruptly ended by the familiar sound of a front door being slammed shut. He felt his muscles tense up. ‘She’s home,’ was all he could think. His eyes shot open, ready for the next string of verbal abuse from Azalea, until he realized he wasn’t in her apartment anymore. He then remembered he had taken another dose of painkillers after lunch and passed out on the couch. He let out a quiet sigh and turned around, subconsciously deciding to sleep some more, but the door to the hallway was left ajar. His sensitive ears caught a conversation. ‘Hiya mommy, I’ve missed you!’ Stella said. “Mommy”? Did her mother come for a visit? To help with the furniture or something? Rowan thought. ‘I’ve missed you too, pony. Have you been a good filly?’ Celester? Why would Stella call her “mommy”? ‘Uh-huh.’ ‘How is our guest doing?’ ‘Fine, I guess,’ her response sounded hurried. ‘He’s asleep on the couch.’ ‘I see. Are you doing the potty dance?’ ‘Yes, mommy. I need to go really bad.’ ‘What did I tell you about holding your pee?’ ‘That I don’t hafta.’ ‘Then why are you doing the potty dance?’ ‘Cause my diaper is really full and I don’t want it to leak. I want you to change me.’ ‘Alright then, go to our room. Be gentle on the stairs.’ The two girls went up the staircase and into their room, where Stella quickly shut the door and took her clothes off. She spread out the changing mat on the floor, as they hadn’t installed their bed yet. Celester searched through a nearby box and dug up a package of wipes, talcum powder, an insert, and a thick diaper with purple sides and butterflies down the center. ‘How long have you been holding it?’ Celester asked as she undid the tapes of Stella’s diaper. ‘Two hours. Hurry, please. I’m practically bursting.’ Stella lifted up, so Celester could take the wet diaper away. ‘Soaked from front to back. Good girl!’ She made quick work of the tapes on the fresh diaper, then sat down on one knee and rolled up the wet one. Stella got on her hooves and quickly felt around her diaper, checking the elastic leg gathers. ‘All clean,’ Celester said, still on one knee. ‘Does Mommy get a hug?’ The pony tightly embraced her partner, holding the unicorn’s head on her chest. Celester put one arm between her mate’s shoulders and the other on the back of her diaper, between her legs. ‘Good girl. Now show Mommy what little ponies do.’ A loud hissing was heard as Stella sighed and let her bladder loose. The insert took the first part of the beating, but Celester soon felt the warm wetness creep towards the middle part of the diaper. The mares nuzzled and kissed as Stella slowly finished her wetting. ‘Done?’ Another deep sigh. ‘Yes Mommy. Thankies.’ ‘Wow, look at the front! Even with the booster in there, you still managed to make a lot of butterflies disappear!’ Stella shyly giggled. ‘I had to go really bad Mommy, but I saved it for you.’ ‘You’re adorable. it’s a shame to cover up your diaper, but modesty is probably the better choice now we have a guest. We should find you something equally as cute and comfortable to wear.’
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