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  1. 4. ‘Anybody home?’ Caiden called as they entered. ‘Mom?’ There was no answer. ‘Guess we’re alone,’ he said to Victor. ‘Guess so.’ Victor gave him his crooked smile. Caiden swallowed. ‘I . . . I should go change,’ he mumbled. ‘Just . . . make yourself at home.’ He took the stairs two at a time to his room. The wet diaper was starting to get uncomfortable now. He closed the door behind him, got out a fresh diaper, and started to undress. There was a knock on his door. ‘Caiden?’ ‘Yeah?’ ‘I was just wondering . . .’ ‘What is it?’ ‘I’m . . . kind of curious. Can I come in?’ Caiden blinked. ‘You’re . . . curious? About the diapers?’ ‘Yeah. I wanna see. Can I come in?’ Caiden’s heart raced in his chest. Victor wanted to see his diapers? He swallowed. The thought of showing Victor made him feel all kinds of hot. ‘Okay,’ he said at last. ‘You can come in.’ He’d already taken off his jeans and socks. A fresh diaper was lying on the bed. Victor took this all in when he entered. He smiled at Caiden, who felt himself blush. ‘It’s okay,’ said Victor, almost like he were talking to a skittish animal. ‘I . . . I’ve never even told anyone about this stuff before,’ said Caiden. ‘Ever. And I never thought I’d show anyone.’ ‘This why you could never come along for any sleepovers or overnight field trips?’ asked Victor. ‘Yeah. I’ve been wearing diapers to bed, like, all my life. I just kept wetting the bed. It’s . . . it’s embarrassing.’ Caiden looked down, his face growing hotter with every word. ‘You’re adorable,’ said Victor. He reached out and cupped Caiden’s cheek, raising his chin so their eyes could meet. ‘Take off your shorts? So I can see?’ With trembling hands, Caiden pulled down his shorts and stepped out of them, revealing his pee-soaked diaper. It sagged a little in the back. No wonder, as he’d peed out all the water he drank at lunch. The diaper could take a lot, but if he went again it would be at its limit. ‘Wow.’ Victor looked him up and down. He stepped around Caiden, examining the back of the diaper. ‘This thing’s really wet, isn’t it?’ Caiden blushed, if possible, even darker. ‘I don’t normally . . . I mean, I’ve never peed in a diaper when I was awake before. I just . . . I mean, it was convenient. I really had to go and there was only a few minutes left of class, but I couldn’t hold it for that long.’ He knew he was rambling now, so he shut his mouth. Victor came back to face him. ‘You know, you don’t have to justify anything to me.’ He bit his lip. ‘Hey . . . can I change you?’ Caiden’s eyes widened. ‘Change me? I . . . I don’t think . . . I mean, I can do it myself.’ ‘I know you can. But . . . I wanna do it. If you’ll let me.’ ‘You’d see me naked,’ Caiden mumbled. ‘You’d see my . . . you know. Wouldn’t . . . wouldn’t you find that gross?’ ‘Why? It’s just a part of your body. Pussy might not do much for me, you know, in general. Doesn’t make it gross.’ ‘But . . .’ ‘It’s okay. If you’re uncomfortable with it, I won’t push. Want me to leave while you change yourself?’ And Caiden wanted to say yes, but he also wanted Victor to stay, and in the end he said, ‘No, stay. You . . . you can change me.’ Victor grinned. ‘I was hoping you’d say that. Lie on the bed?’ Nodding, Caiden went over to the bed and lay down on his back. ‘Have you . . . ever changed a diaper before?’ ‘Oh, yeah. Loads of times, on my sister and my cousins.’ ‘Oh.’ Victor stepped up and reached out to undo the tabs. Caiden spread his legs as the diaper fell open. ‘Wow,’ said Victor again. ‘It’s so full!’ ‘I . . . I had a lot to drink at lunch.’ ‘I’ll bet. Lift your ass a little.’ Caiden did as he was told and Victor pulled the diaper out from under him. He weighed it in his hand. ‘So heavy.’ He rolled it up and put it in the trash can. Then he opened the fresh one. Caiden lifted his butt off the bed again so Victor could slide the new one underneath. He folded it up and fastened the tabs securely. ‘There, all done.’ He smiled at Caiden again. ‘So cute,’ he said softly. ‘I’m gonna kiss you, okay?’ Caiden just nodded and Victor leaned down to kiss him. Soon, he climbed up on the bed and lay down next to Caiden, stroking his hair. Caiden was amazed. Never in his life would he have imagined that Victor would like him this way, and certainly not after finding out about the diapers. Now it almost seemed like Victor liked him because of the diapers rather than in spite of them. They made out for a while and then Caiden got up to get dressed. Victor lay on his back, head pillowed on his arms, and watched him. After a while, he said, ‘Ever do it on purpose?’ ‘Do what?’ Caiden zipped up his jeans. ‘Pee in your diaper. Or poop in it. Like, you could make it to the bathroom just fine but you use the diaper instead.’ Caiden laughed and shook his head. ‘Why would I do that?’ ‘For fun,’ said Victor with a shrug. ‘Don’t you think it’s kinda . . . I dunno. Kinky?’ Caiden laughed again, nervously. ‘Kinky?’ ‘Yeah.’ Victor met his eyes and held his gaze. ‘I’d love to see you do it. You know, watch you use your diaper.’ ‘Listen . . .’ Caiden shook his head slightly, feeling a bit uncomfortable. ‘I don’t . . . I don’t like the diapers. Okay? I hate that I’d wet the bed without them. I hate that I’m having these stomach problems. I . . . I don’t find that sexy.’ ‘No, I get that. That part must be kind of shitty. Pardon the pun. But that’s your life now, right? May as well make the best of it.’ Victor sat up. ‘But I won’t bring it up anymore if you’re not comfortable with it. Thanks for showing me.’ He stood and went over to Caiden, taking his hand. He kissed it tenderly. ‘I’m glad I found out. About this and . . . about how you feel about me. I’d been hoping, but . . . I couldn’t be sure.’ Now Caiden smiled back at him, a little shyly. ‘Well, now you know.’ ‘And now you know.’ Victor kissed him. ‘Wanna be my boyfriend, Caiden?’ ‘Yeah.’ Caiden grinned. ‘Yeah, I’d love that.’ —————————— Given the minimal response I've been getting, I'm not sure it's worth continuing to post this story here. If anyone actually shows some interest, I may reconsider, but for now, this is all I'm posting. There are other places I can share it where it's actually appreciated.
  2. CW: Bullying, transphobia, brief physical violence 3. The school day was almost over, and so was the week. It was Friday. Caiden sat in his History class, and he really had to pee. He’d had a lot to drink at lunch, as it was late August and hot outside, and hadn’t been to the bathroom since. He’d felt it a little when he sat down, but figured he could hold it until the end of class. He glanced at the clock on the wall. Fifteen minutes to go. Caiden wriggled a little in his seat, trying to get comfortable. He seriously considered asking the teacher if he could go to the bathroom. But he could hold it for fifteen minutes. Couldn’t he? Then, all at once, he realised with a jolt that he didn’t have to. He was wearing a diaper. He felt his cheeks flush. Could he really wet himself in class? In front of all his classmates? What if it leaked? But then he knew it wouldn’t. He’d been wearing these same diapers to bed for years and they had never once leaked when he wet himself in his sleep, and he didn’t always just pee a little, either. Why would they do so now? He could at least lighten the pressure a little, he decided. He bit his lip and relaxed just a little, letting a spurt of urine out into his diaper. Soon he found he couldn’t control it, though, and suddenly all the pee came out at once, soaking the diaper. Caiden shut his eyes, trying to control the flow. He could hear the hiss of it and hoped desperately that no one else could. When it finally stopped, he relaxed again. He looked around. No one seemed to be paying any attention to him, and he finally let out a sigh of relief. Sitting there in his soaked diaper, he felt suddenly turned on. He glanced over at where Victor was sitting. Once again, he imagined Victor finding out. It would be so embarrassing! Why did that make him feel so hot? Caiden and Victor walked home together as usual. Caiden had only brought one spare diaper to school, and he was already wearing that after his accident earlier that day, so he had to wear it walking home. The wet material rubbed against his skin. It felt kind of nice, now he was over the initial embarrassment of wetting himself in class. No one had seen. The diaper hadn’t leaked. The two boys were talking about Victor’s desire to join the track team when, out of nowhere, three boys stepped into the road in front of them. The group was led by Max. ‘Well, if it isn’t Vicki and his girlfriend!’ Victor’s hands balled into fists. ‘He’s not a girl!’ he growled stubbornly. ‘Yes, she is! You can delude yourself, but you can’t argue with biology. It’s time to show you that. Sean, hold him.’ A fourth boy appeared behind them and grabbed Victor by his arms, holding them behind his back. At the same time, the two others grabbed Caiden. One held his arms the same way Sean held Victor’s. Max stepped in front of Caiden and reached for his pants. Caiden was struck with panic. They were gonna strip him. They’d see! He tried to kick Max, but the boy not holding his arms got to his knees and held onto his legs so he couldn’t move. Max unbuttoned Caiden’s jeans and pulled the zipper down. ‘What the fuck are you doing?’ said Victor. ‘Leave him alone!’ ‘I’ll show you, Victor. She’s a girl.’ He pulled the jeans down, then reached for the waistband of Caiden’s shorts and tugged. Max stepped back, disgust on his face. ‘What the fuck? Are you—?’ He looked up into Caiden’s face. ‘You’re wearing a diaper? Bitch, you’re even more fucked up than I thought.’ He stepped to the side, giving Victor a full view. ‘You see this Vicki? She’s a fucking baby who wears diapers! Still gonna defend her?’ Caiden didn’t dare look at Victor’s face. He lowered his gaze, fighting back tears. ‘Holy shit! Have you pissed in this thing?’ Max continued. ‘Gross! Do you shit in it too? Guess I won’t be showing Victor your pussy. I don’t wanna touch that disgusting thing.’ ‘Stop it!’ came Victor’s voice. He sounded as furious and stubborn as ever, and Caiden looked up. ‘I don’t fucking care if he wears diapers or whatever. He’s my friend! And you’re just a bully.’ He spat in Max’s face. ‘Fuck you, Max.’ ‘You’re gonna regret that,’ said Max darkly. Then he raised his fist and punched Victor in the stomach. ‘Victor!’ Caiden cried. He wriggled, trying to free himself, but the boys holding him were much bigger than he was. ‘Leave him alone you bastard!’ ‘Shut up or I will kick you in the cunt!’ Max warned him. He turned back to Victor and punched him again. Caiden looked on helplessly while Max used Victor as a punching bag. Sean let go of him and he fell to the ground, and both boys kicked him in the stomach. Max spat on Victor where he cowered, his arms covering his head protectively. ‘Let that be a lesson,’ he growled. He turned back to Caiden. ‘I’d make you suck my dick, you whore, but you’re too gross for that. I wouldn’t be able to keep it up.’ Instead, he raised his fist and landed a punch in Caiden’s gut as well. ‘Come on, boys.’ The two boys holding Caiden finally let him go. He doubled over, clutching his stomach and coughing. Max and the others walked away, laughing. As soon as he could breathe properly again, Caiden pulled up his pants and ran to Victor. ‘Fuck! Are you okay?’ Victor sat up slowly. His forehead was scraped, where he’d hurt it when he fell to the ground, but otherwise Max had kept away from his face. Victor winced and clutched his side. ‘Ow. I think . . . my ribs are bruised.’ ‘Did he fracture them?’ asked Caiden in alarm. ‘No, I don’t think so. Had a fractured rib once, it hurt a lot worse than this.’ Victor grimaced. ‘I’ll be okay.’ Caiden stood and gave Victor a hand, pulling him to his feet. Victor brushed himself off. ‘He didn’t hit me that hard,’ he said. ‘He’s not as strong as he looks. He may be bigger than me, but I could take him in a fair fight and he knows it. Fucking coward . . .’ Caiden hung his head. ‘I’m sorry, man. This is my fault.’ ‘How’s it your fault?’ ‘He wouldn’t have hurt you if it weren’t for me. If you hadn’t stood up for me.’ Caiden sighed. ‘And now you probably think I’m gross too.’ Victor frowned. ‘Why would I think that?’ Caiden blinked, finally looking at Victor’s face. ‘I . . . because of the . . . You did see, right?’ Victor shrugged. ‘Who cares? I know you’ve been having stomach problems. How you deal with them is your business.’ He grinned. ‘Besides, it’s kind of cute.’ Tears filled Caiden’s eyes. Tears of embarrassment and relief. Victor didn’t hate him. And then he realised, Victor had called it cute. Caiden wiped at his cheeks. ‘How, uh . . .’ He cleared his throat. ‘How is it cute?’ Victor shrugged. ‘I dunno. Just is. Anyway, you’re . . .’ Now he hesitated. He glanced at Caiden, and Caiden swore he saw a slight flush in Victor’s cheeks. ‘You’re cute,’ he finished. ‘You . . . you think I’m cute?’ ‘Yeah.’ Victor rubbed the back of his neck and smiled sheepishly. ‘Guess I do.’ Caiden licked his lips. ‘I . . . I think you’re cute too. I mean . . . hot. I think you’re hot.’ He covered his mouth with his hand. ‘Fuck me, did I just say that?’ Victor chuckled. ‘Yeah. You did. It’s okay. I . . . I liked hearing it.’ He stepped closer. Slowly, he put his arms around Caiden and pulled him into a hug. ‘I like you,’ he whispered. ‘I care about you. So . . . the other stuff, it doesn’t matter.’ Caiden sighed shakily and put his arms around Victor in turn. ‘I . . . I like you too.’ He hesitated for a moment, then continued. ‘I wear diapers to bed. ’Cause . . . I can’t control my bladder when I sleep.’ ‘That’s okay,’ said Victor. ‘And I wore them to school today because yesterday I had an accident. You know, with . . . with my stomach issues. It was super gross. I just wanted, like, a safety net.’ ‘That’s okay too.’ Victor pulled away a little and looked into Caiden’s hazel eyes. ‘It’s all okay. You’re okay. More than okay. You’re awesome. Nothing’s gonna change that.’ Then he leaned in and kissed Caiden on the mouth. When they separated again, Caiden asked the other question on his mind. ‘You . . . do you see me as a boy or a girl?’ Victor snorted. ‘You’re seriously asking me that? Caiden, I came out in ninth grade. You know I’m gay. Of course I see you as a boy.’ ‘I . . . I never thought you’d like me, ’cause of that.’ ‘You’re a boy,’ Victor repeated. ‘I like boys. That’s all.’ Caiden nodded. ‘Okay. Do . . . do you wanna come back to my place?’ Victor grinned. ‘Thought you’d never ask.’ —————————— Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it. This is turning into a pretty long one, so I'll be posting more, probably tomorrow. I'd love to know what you think, so feel free to leave a comment.
  3. CW: intentional misgendering, transphobia, homophobia 2. When Caiden had come out at school, he’d been granted a private shower and cubicle to change in, adjacent to the boys’ locker room. He knew he was lucky. Transgender kids in other parts of the country were forced to change and shower with the wrong gender. Not having transitioned medically yet (he was on puberty blockers, but really, they were too little too late), changing with the boys didn’t feel right, but neither did changing and showering with the girls. So the school had accommodated him. He used the boys’ bathroom, though, and no one made a big deal, except for a couple of bullies who rarely got away with it. He knew how lucky he was. He felt especially lucky now. He wasn’t exactly keen on his classmates seeing what he wore under his underwear. He examined himself in the mirror again. The top of the diaper peeked out above the waistband of his gym shorts, but he was wearing his full binder under his t-shirt. He hoped it was tight enough to cover the diaper even if he did exercises that made his shirt ride up. Feeling relatively secure, Caiden left his private locker room and went to join the others outside. It was track and field day. Caiden was fond of running, but he’d never done so wearing a diaper before, and he felt suddenly nervous. ‘Hey, Caiden.’ Victor stepped up to him and slapped him on the back. ‘How you doing?’ ‘Fine,’ said Caiden, trying not to blush. It was hard not to think back on his fantasies of the day before. He liked Victor a lot and found him pretty hot, but he’d always written it off as impossible. Somehow, it was getting harder not to imagine. He shook himself mentally. ‘How are you?’ ‘Ugh. Tired.’ Victor made a face. ‘I didn’t sleep very well.’ ‘Bet you spent all night jerking off and thinking about your girlfriend,’ said a voice. Caiden looked up. It was Max, one of the guys who occasionally tried to bully him. Victor frowned, looking puzzled. ‘I don’t have a girlfriend, dude. I’m gay.’ ‘No?’ Max grinned. ‘You look pretty friendly with her,’ he said, jerking his thumb at Caiden. Victor’s expression darkened. ‘Caiden’s not a girl!’ he said hotly. ‘And you fucking know that, so stop being a dick.’ ‘She’s got a pussy, so she’s a girl.’ Max gave extra emphasis on the word ‘she’ every time he said it. ‘My genitalia are none of your business,’ Caiden mumbled. ‘Why can’t you just leave me alone?’ ‘Is it gay, do you think?’ Max mused. ‘If you two fuck, is it gay or straight?’ ‘It would be gay,’ said Victor at once, crossing his arms over his chest. ‘Because Caiden’s not a girl. But we don’t fuck, not that it’s any of your business.’ ‘Hey, you three,’ said another voice. It was the coach. ‘Less talking, more running.’ ‘Yes, coach,’ said Victor. ‘Come on, Caiden.’ Caiden nodded, and they both turned their backs on Max and started off down the track. ‘That guy’s such an asshole,’ said Victor. ‘I swear, one of these days I’ll punch his teeth in.’ ‘It’s fine.’ Caiden sighed. ‘Don’t bother. Just ignore him.’ ‘I can’t ignore someone bullying and misgendering my best friend,’ said Victor flatly. Caiden found himself smiling then, and he glanced over at Victor. ‘Thanks,’ he said softly. ‘I . . . I really appreciate that.’ ‘No problem.’ Victor was starting to get out of breath. Suddenly, Caiden felt a familiar ache in his gut. His stomach made a loud noise and he skidded to a dead stop. Victor noticed and stopped as well. ‘You okay?’ ‘Yeah. Um . . . just my stomach. I think I gotta go to the bathroom.’ Victor grimaced. ‘Man, again? Have you been to the doctor?’ ‘Going to see a specialist week after next.’ Caiden’s stomach rumbled louder. ‘Fuck . . . I gotta go.’ He walked briskly over to where the coach stood. ‘Hey. Um . . . I gotta go to the bathroom.’ Coach sighed. ‘Can’t you hold it?’ Caiden shook his head, looking down. ‘My stomach’s upset. I really gotta go.’ ‘All right. Get back here as soon as you can, okay?’ He reached into the bag next to him. ‘Here’s a hall pass.’ Caiden nodded and took it, setting off for the school building. He stopped a couple of times, clenching his anus to try and keep it in, but it really wanted to come out. Just as he reached the entrance, he doubled over, groaning and clutching his aching stomach, and it happened. He started to poop. ‘Fuck!’ he gasped. ‘No, no, no!’ Caiden’s face was deep red, but he managed to stop it before too much could come out. Taking a few deep breaths, he righted himself and opened the door. He felt the poop squish around in his diaper as he walked. ‘I’m fucking gross,’ he muttered. Instead of heading for a toilet, he went to his private locker room. At this point, he thought, it would be less hassle to just finish in his diaper and take a shower. When he got into the locker room, he took off his gym shorts and underwear, just in case there’d be a leak. Then he let go and let it happen. It made a squishy sound as it came out, accompanied by a few wet farts. Like it had the day before. He squatted a little and pushed to make sure it was all out. Then he sighed and took the diaper off. It was a total mess, more than the day before. He made a face and held his breath against the smell. He’d prepared for this, though. From his gym bag, he pulled a roll of trash bags. He pulled one loose and stuffed the used diaper into it, tying it off tightly and sticking it in the trash. Then he got in the shower. —————————— There’s more coming, but I’ll be posting a little bit at a time. If you’re reading this and you enjoy it, I can reveal that comments and upvotes are a fantastic motivator for writers.
  4. This is a story I've started working on in my spare time. Probably gonna post more as it comes. May add more tags as I go. Hope you enjoy! ————————— 1. ‘Caiden!’ He turned his head as he heard his name and saw Victor running up to him. ‘Hey. Where were you earlier? You missed English.’ Caiden tried his best not to blush. ‘Yeah. Sorry. I . . . wasn’t feeling well.’ He looked down and mumbled, ‘Stomach upset.’ Victor frowned, now caught up and walking alongside him. ‘Again? Didn’t that happen last week too?’ Caiden nodded. ‘Yeah. In Math.’ His friend made a face. ‘Sorry, dude. Was it something you ate?’ Caiden shrugged. ‘Maybe. It’s hard to tell. Mom thinks it might be some IBS shit or something . . . Anyway. Let’s change the subject, you don’t wanna hear about my bowel movements.’ Victor laughed. ‘Maybe I do?’ Caiden stopped, looking at him with an eyebrow raised, and Victor laughed again. ‘Nah, bro, just kidding.’ Caiden laughed as well and they resumed their walk, but then he was quiet, mostly just listening as Victor talked about what they’d gone over in English that afternoon. They parted ways at their usual spot and exchanged fistbumps. Then Caiden set off home. Truth was, he had barely made it to the bathroom in time today. In fact, he hadn’t, a little bit had come out in his shorts before he managed to get them off. He carried a spare pair of underwear in his gym bag that was stashed in his locker, thankfully, so he’d been able to change, but it was still embarrassing. When he got home, no one else was there yet. His parents were both at work and his younger twin brothers still at school. He went to the bathroom, getting his soiled shorts out of a plastic bag in his backpack and rinsing it in the bathtub before throwing it in the laundry basket. Entering his room, he pondered. He knelt next to the bed and pulled out the drawer underneath, where he kept his nighttime diapers. Caiden had been wetting the bed all his life. It was like his body had never quite pulled off that whole subconsciously holding your bladder thing. He’d had a few close calls in the daytime as well, though he hadn’t wet himself when awake since he was in grade school. Now he was seventeen. His stomach troubles had started about half a year ago. Until today, he’d managed to make it to the toilet every time, but this minor accident had made up his mind about something he’d been considering for a while; whether he should wear his diapers in the daytime as well. A couple of weeks ago he’d woken up with a stomach ache and, in his sleepy, groggy state, had let it all out in his diaper instead of rushing to the toilet. Once he woke up properly, he felt ashamed. He’d gone to the bathroom, changed himself, and gotten rid of the evidence. If they found out, his mom would worry, his brothers would tease him, and his step-dad would be a dick about it as usual, like he was about everything else. He’d sworn to himself never to do it in his diaper again, but since then it had begun to occur to him that it might not be so bad to have a safety net of sorts. So if he didn’t make it in time, he’d have an easy fix. It could have come in handy today. The diapers he slept in were designed for heavy urine incontinence, though not really for bowel incontinence. Still, it wasn’t like he’d be properly pooping in them, they’d just be there for safety. Caiden undressed, leaving just his chest binder on. Then he took a diaper from the drawer and put it on. He pulled his shorts and his jeans back on and looked in the mirror. The jeans were loose, like most of his clothes, and he inspected himself thoroughly. There was no real noticeable bulge. Caiden had been blessed with slim hips and a small behind. The padding made no noticeable difference. He moved around a bit, listening for any noise. There wasn’t much. A slight occasional crinkle, his waistband sliding against the diaper, but nothing anyone would notice. He stared at his reflection and laughed at himself a little. Was he really going to wear a diaper to school tomorrow? His stomach rumbled. ‘Fuck, not this again,’ he muttered. He made to go to the bathroom, but then the thought occurred to him that he might want to test the diaper, see if it could hold a potential accident. He reached to undo his jeans, take off both them and his shorts so they wouldn’t risk getting messy . . . but there was no time. Caiden farted loudly, and then the poop rushed out of him and into his diaper. It was soft and squishy, not exactly liquid diarrhoea, but far from solid. Then it stopped, though he knew there was more, and, figuring that he might as well get it all out, he squatted down and pushed, groaning with the strain. When it was over, he was trembling and panting. He stood up, making a face at the feeling of his full diaper. He inspected himself in the full length mirror. There was now a considerable bulge, but his jeans looked fine, and he took them off. His shorts were fine too, though he didn’t want to gamble on the diaper holding this kind of load for long, and so he got a fresh one out of the drawer and went to the bathroom to clean up and change. Standing in the shower, he felt suddenly horny. He reached down, rubbing himself. He thought of Victor. Then he wondered what Victor would think if he knew that Caiden wore diapers now. The thought made him blush. Somehow, the thought of Victor knowing turned him on more, and he rubbed himself yet more vigorously, until he came with shaking thighs. By the time Caiden was finished in the bathroom, his mother had come home. ‘Oh!’ she said, as he came out of the bathroom. ‘There you are, Kayla.’ ‘Mom, it’s Caiden,’ he said, somewhat exasperated. ‘I’m sorry. Caiden.’ She sighed. ‘I’m sorry, it just takes a little getting used to, is all.’ ‘Yeah. It’s okay. Just . . . try?’ ‘I am. I promise. I haven’t referred to you as my daughter in months.’ She smiled. ‘How was school?’ ‘It was okay.’ Caiden hesitated. ‘Mom?’ ‘Mhm?’ ‘I . . . I had another stomach upset today and . . . I kind of had an accident. Just . . . just a little one!’ he hurried to say. ‘I just . . . almost didn’t make it. To the bathroom.’ His face felt hot. ‘Aww, I’m sorry, baby!’ Caiden’s mother hugged him. ‘You okay?’ ‘Yeah. Fine. But . . .’ He licked his lips. ‘I think I should . . . start wearing the . . . you know. In the daytime as well. Like, to school. Just . . . just as a precaution. Until we can figure out what’s wrong with my stomach, you know?’ His mother nodded. ‘Hm, yeah . . . That might actually be a good idea. If you’re having a hard time making it to the bathroom on time. It would be just awful if you pooped your pants in class, wouldn’t it?’ Caiden snorted. ‘“Just awful” doesn’t begin to cover it, Mom. It would be the end of my life.’ ‘All right. I’ll make sure we keep stocked up, all right, baby?’ ‘Yeah. Thanks, Mom.’ Caiden bit his lip. ‘Hey . . . do you think you could maybe not mention this to Brandan and Ryker? Or to Sam? I . . . I’d rather they not know. It’s embarrassing enough wearing diapers at night.’ ‘Of course, sweetie.’ She hugged him. ‘I won’t tell a soul.’
  5. You post stories in the Fiction and Fanfiction forum. ?
  6. Fun fact: Actress is a very recent term. It used to be that both male and female actors were just called actors. The word actress was introduced because someone thought female actors were somehow different from male ones. Most theatre people don't operate with the word actress. /off topic Definitely doing this exercise when I get the chance! ?
  7. Not quite omorashi exactly, but I thought I might share anyway. This is a bullying scene from a novel I'm posting over on GayAuthors.org called Storms. It takes place at a birthday party for the main character's romantic interest. Read the tags for content warnings. Not long after, Patrick sidled up to Michael, bumped his fist and said, ‘Excellent party, bruh!’ ‘Cheers!’ said Michael with a grin. ‘You guys were a bit late, weren’t you?’ Patrick shrugged. ‘Ended up pre-drinking at Neal’s, with his brother and his pals. Kind of lost track of time.’ As conversation resumed, I felt Patrick’s eyes on me. He wasn’t stupid enough to say anything in front of Michael, and I knew I had friends here, but I still felt uncomfortable. Finally, I quietly excused myself and went to the toilet. I took longer than I needed to, spending a few minutes standing before the mirror staring at my reflection. My hair was definitely getting overly long now, but it’s not like I could afford a haircut. The last time I cut it, Mum had taken my stepdad’s beard trimmer and basically shaved it off. That had been more than six months ago, and my curls now flopped all over my head like some kind of semi-fro. It was not a good look for me. My curls were looser than most. I wondered, not for the first time, what my father had looked like. I suspect he may have been white, or part white. I am lighter than my mum, too, not to mention how light my eyes are. It hadn’t occurred to me when I decided to go to this party that some of my bullies would be here as well. I knew Michael wouldn’t let anything happen to me, of course. I was safe with him. But Patrick and his cronies still scared me, and I worried about what they might try to pull while Michael wasn’t looking. Taking a deep breath, I turned away from the mirror. Then I opened the door to return to the party. Outside the door stood Patrick and three of his friends. ‘Hello, Danny,’ he said, smirking at me. ‘You want a drink?’ Before I had time to make a sound, they were forcing me back into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind them. ‘Hold him still,’ Patrick said, and two of his friends grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back. ‘Open his mouth.’ The third guy, named Dinesh if I wasn’t much mistaken, forced my head back and my mouth open, pinching my nose. Patrick stepped up to me, a mostly full half bottle of cheap vodka in his hand. He opened it, put it to my lips, and began to pour. With my nose blocked and my head held back like that, I had little choice but to swallow, though much of it spilled down my front. When about half of the strong liquid was gone, Patrick relented, and I coughed and spluttered for a little while. I felt like I might be sick. ‘There you go!’ he said pleasantly. ‘All good and drunk.’ Patrick’s friends let me go, and I swayed on my feet. The room was spinning dangerously. I had never had this much alcohol before in my life, much less all at once. ‘Strip him,’ Patrick ordered his friends, and they started to pull at my clothes until I was naked. I tried to protest, tried to fight back, but I seemed to have lost control of my motor functions and could only bat weakly at the arms holding me down and ripping my clothes. Patrick pulled a sharpie out of his pocket and they pushed me face first over the edge of the tub. ‘How much would you say his arse is worth, Neal?’ he asked one of his friends. The boy apparently named Neal answered, ‘Not much, mate. A quid per go, maybe?’ ‘Yeah, that’ll do.’ Patrick began to scribble on my arse. It tickled, and I squirmed. ‘Here, wanna snap this.’ There was the click click of a phone camera. Next, I was being moved again, turned around, pushed into the tub. I tried to focus on the people in front of me and eventually managed to find Patrick’s face. He was unzipping his jeans, and now he had his dick out, and I wondered for a moment if he meant for me to suck it, but he wasn’t hard. Then he took aim, and began to piss. The yellow stream hit me square in the face. I raised my arm to shield myself, and tried to get up, but the slippery tub wouldn’t let me, and I slid back down. Patrick’s friends followed suit. I covered my head and cowered while they each covered me in urine. ‘I feel like I should take a shit on him, too,’ Patrick said when they were all done, tucking his prick away inside his pants. ‘You’d probably like that, wouldn’t you? Disgusting little faggot. Sadly for you, I’m all out of bowel movements. I could jerk off on you, though. Would you like that? It’d be hard to get it up looking at your fugly mug, but I could probably close my eyes and think of England.’ The others all laughed. Just then, I heard something outside the door. ‘Dan? Where did you go?’ Someone tried the door handle. ‘Danny, are you in there?’ It was Michael’s voice. Before the others had time to react, I cried, ‘I’m here! Help! Help me!’ Michael didn’t need to be asked twice, and started banging on the door. ‘Is someone in there with you? Open this door!’ he demanded. Patrick suddenly looked slightly panicked. He obviously hadn’t planned on getting caught. ‘What’s going on?’ said another voice, this one older, deeper. One of Liz’s uni friends, no doubt. ‘I don’t know, but we have to get inside,’ said Michael. ‘Help me get the door open.’ ‘Stand back.’ A series of loud bangs followed, and then the door burst open and a tall, beefy twenty-something whose name I was pretty sure was Jamal burst shoulder first into the room. Michael came after, crowding into the space that had never been designed to fit six people. I focused blearily on his face. His expression moved from shock to pure rage as he took in the scene and realised what was happening. ‘What the fuck do you think you’re doing?’ he growled at Patrick. ‘What do you mean?’ said Patrick, but his voice had gone up half an octave and his eyes kept flitting to Jamal’s muscular frame. ‘We’re just having a little fun, right guys?’ His friends nodded. I said nothing. I was beginning to feel rather sick and wasn’t sure I dared open my mouth. ‘Think Dan sees it that way?’ Michael’s voice was deadly quiet. ‘Get the fuck out of my house!’ ‘You don’t need to get so touchy about it, we’re just playing—’ Neal tried, but Michael interrupted him. ‘Playing?’ he roared. ‘You are hurting my friend! Now get the bleeding hell out of here before I call the fucking coppers on you fucking wankers!’ Jamal placed a large hand on Patrick’s shoulder. ‘You heard the man. Let’s go.’ It seemed the threat of a fifteen stone black man was what it took. I had never seen anyone scarper quite so quickly, and Jamal followed them to make sure they left. The moment they were gone, Michael strode over to the tub and knelt next to me. ‘Dan, are you okay? Did they hurt you?’ I shook my head. ‘I . . . ’M okay, just . . . You shouldn’t touch me. Got pee on me . . .’ He blinked. Then his expression darkened again. ‘They fucking pissed on you?’ he said quietly. ‘I’m gonna murder every last one of those fucking fucks.’ ‘Michael,’ I slurred weakly. ‘I’m okay. They . . . They’re gone now.’ Michael nodded. ‘Yeah. None of those bastards is ever setting foot in this house again, I can tell you that.’ His expression softened. ‘Here, let me help you.’ And although I was covered in pee, he put his arms around me and pulled me out of the tub. I stood swaying while he found a towel. He wiped off the worst of it. ‘You can have a shower in my room,’ he said. ‘Put your clothes on, I’ll be right back.’ Then he vanished.
  8. I told him. It went just fine. He was just like, okay. You do you. So yay! And now I'm gonna go make a big mess cause I haven't gone in like two days and I think it will be glorious! ?
  9. I'm gonna tell him tonight. I'm nervous about it.
  10. The tags on the thing say there's a little bit of messing, but then I discovered how much I actually like it, and now there's a lot more. ?
  11. I'm curious. If you're not into omorashi, why did you join the site? I mean, you could have learned about why people like it anywhere.
  12. Content warning: Messing, overflow, anal sex CHAPTER ELEVEN It was evening and Jake was just changing her diaper before bedtime when Rosa said, ‘Daddy?’ Jake binned the wet wipe he’d been using to wipe her. ‘Yes, baby girl?’ ‘Would you not change me tomorrow?’ He raised an eyebrow. ‘You want to change yourself?’ Rosa shook her head and blushed. ‘No . . . I just . . . one time we were gonna see how much my diaper could hold, right? But we didn’t really get to find out, so I thought . . .’ ‘Ah.’ Jake smiled. ‘We can do that. Not even in the morning, though?’ She shook her head again. ‘No. I’d like to go for twenty-four hours, or until it leaks. So until bedtime tomorrow.’ Jake nodded thoughtfully. ‘Okay. But if you get sore or uncomfortable or you’re in pain in any way, you have to use your word. I’ll be very cross with you if you don’t. Deal?’ ‘Deal.’ Rosa grinned up at him. ‘Better powder you well, then,’ said Jake and smiled. He’d be lying if he said the thought of Rosa walking around in the same soggy diaper all day tomorrow wasn’t kind of a turn-on, and that worried him a little. He wondered if it would leak before evening. It had to, right? They’d best take some precautions; he’d brought some disposable sheets they could put on the bed in case of naps, and they could keep her on the floor more often than not. He put Rosa to bed, reading her a bedtime story and kissing her goodnight. Then he went to watch TV for a couple of hours before he joined her in bed. She felt so soft and sweet and warm in his arms. There were so, so many things he’d love to do to and with her. The following morning he woke up before Rosa as usual, and went out into the kitchen to make breakfast. A little while later, Rosa appeared in the doorway, carrying Uni and rubbing sleep out of her eyes. She looked so cute in her footie pyjamas. The entire time they’d been here she had just been so adorable all the time that it was hard to control himself; he just wanted to snuggle her all the time. ‘Morning, sweetie,’ he said. ‘Morning, Daddy.’ Rosa smiled and sat down at the table. He set the bowl of oatmeal he’d just finished preparing down in front of her and gave her a spoon. Her sippy-cup had milk in it, as usual. ‘How’s your diaper feeling?’ he asked once he’d sat down himself. He was having some toast and coffee. ‘Fine,’ she said. ‘I peed when I woke up, but it’s soaked up pretty well. Feels basically dry.’ Jake nodded. ‘Good.’ It was a rainy day, and so going swimming wasn’t much of an option. They took a quick outing instead, to a nearby mall, and bought some food as well. They were halfway through their vacation. Jake tried not to think about it. He really didn’t want to go back home in a week. Didn’t want this wonderful state of bliss to end. They ate lunch at the mall, at a McDonald’s. Rosa had a Happy Meal again. There was a princess toy in it, and she played with it while she ate. He watched her pause and swallow as her cheeks turned pink and it was clear she was peeing again. ‘Still holding fine?’ he asked in a murmur. It would be bad if the diaper started leaking while they were out in public like this. But Rosa nodded. ‘It can take a lot, I think.’ When they got home they played for a while, and then Rosa was tired so Jake put her down for a nap, as he had done a couple of times this past week. He watched some TV, and then got started on dinner, which was macaroni and cheese. Jake went to wake Rosa up, but she was fussy. ‘Don’t wanna . . .’ ‘But it’s mac & cheese, baby. You love that.’ ‘Wanna sleep!’ ‘No.’ Jake frowned. ‘What’s this all of a sudden? Why are you so cranky?’ Rosa just pouted at him. ‘If you’re gonna behave like this I’m going to have to punish you, you know that. I can’t take your diaper off and spank you right now, but I can do it later.’ Rosa stuck out her tongue at him. ‘Don’t wanna get up!’ ‘Fine.’ Jake stood up from her bedside. ‘I’m gonna go eat. If you want food you’ll come out in the next five minutes, or you’ll go hungry, young lady.’ She did show up about three minutes later, but she was still pouting. Frowning, Jake asked, ‘Is your diaper uncomfortable, baby? Is that why you’re being so fussy? You have to let me know if it hurts, you know that.’ Rosa shook her head. ‘Okay. Eat your food.’ When they had finished, he cleared away the bowls and filled Rosa’s sippy-cup with juice. ‘Drink that,’ he said. ‘All of it.’ She glared at him. ‘Why?’ ‘Because I said so, is why,’ he told her. He wanted to get a move-on, wanted the fucking thing to leak already so he could change her. He was getting a little worried. She did as he said and emptied the cup fairly quickly. ‘Good girl.’ He took the cup to the sink. ‘Now, since you were misbehaving, I’m putting you in time out. I can’t spank you right now, so I had to come up with something else. You’re going to sit on the floor, right here, and you’re not allowed any toys or anything else. You’ll sit for as long as I tell you to.’ ‘That’s not fair!’ said Rosa. ‘It is fair, because you are being a brat. And if you don’t behave now, I’ll make you do the time out and I’ll spank you later.’ He hoped he wasn’t being too mean. But then, Rosa could use her safe-word at any time, and the scene would end. With an exasperated sigh, his little baby girl sat down on her bottom on the floor, arms folded, sucking on her pacifier. ‘Good girl,’ he said again. ‘Now you sit there, and you stay quiet until I tell you you can stop.’ He turned on the TV to watch some sports, which was something Rosa detested. That way she wouldn’t be entertained. He kept his eyes on the TV, only occasionally letting them stray to where Rosa sat. For twenty minutes she did as she had been told and said nothing at all. But then she said, ‘Daddy?’ ‘I told you to be quiet.’ ‘Yeah, but . . . my tummy hurts.’ ‘Are you feeling sick?’ ‘No . . .’ ‘Then you’ll stay there and you’ll stay quiet.’ ‘But—’ ‘No buts. You know what will happen if you argue.’ She fell silent again, but a few minutes later she let out a loud fart. Jake looked at his watch. It was only seven. ‘Daddy!’ she whimpered. ‘My tummy . . .’ Jake ignored her. He didn’t want to ignore her. He wanted to go over there and rub her tummy, watch her poop, and then change her. But he was being strict Daddy, and that was kind of exciting on its own. He was just playing a part. Rosa farted again. And then a bit more, and he saw her rock back and forth a bit where she sat. Another, louder fart, and she whimpered and clutched her stomach. Then she lifted her butt off the floor a little bit, and the next fart was decidedly wet. She let out a startled cry. Jake was no longer watching the TV. He watched Rosa, who was sitting facing sideways from him, bend over, sticking her butt up a little bit. Watched her face turn red and her onesie bulge out as she filled her diaper. He tried to remember when he’d last changed a poopy one, and realised it had been more than two days. Had she planned for the risk of making a mess in her diaper before evening? She wasn’t finished yet. This was a really big mess. She groaned as she pushed it all out, and he wished he had his hand on her butt so he could feel it happening, rather than just watch it. He realised he was hard and felt momentarily ashamed. So many things about this were fucked up. He buried the thought as Rosa finished, panting. ‘Daddy,’ she whimpered again. ‘Please change my diaper?’ Jake licked his lips. Then he stood, went over to her, and crouched down. He examined her diaper. Amazingly, it still wasn’t leaking. It really was made for heavy incontinence. ‘No,’ he said. ‘Your diaper isn’t leaking, and it’s two hours until changing time.’ He wondered if this was right. He wasn’t really her dad, but he was an adult, and he had a responsibility not to do anything that might hurt her. But she could use her safe-word at any time and end the scene. She knew her own limits, didn’t she? Rosa did not use her word. Instead she just pouted up at him, but her green eyes were shining and he could tell she was enjoying this. ‘Sit back down, you’ve got five minutes left of your time-out,’ he said. He’d pulled that number out of his ass, but it seemed like the thing to do next. ‘You mean . . . sit down on my butt?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘With my diaper all messy?’ ‘Did I stutter, sweetie?’ Rosa shook her head. Slowly, she righted herself and sat back down with an audible squelch. ‘Ugh . . . Gross . . .’ Jake stood up again. ‘That’s what you get for misbehaving.’ The five minutes were nearly up when Rosa whimpered again. ‘Yes?’ he said. ‘I . . .’ She farted. Was there more? He watched her shiver, the tell-tale sign that she was peeing, and then she whimpered and farted again. ‘I think . . . I think it’s leaking.’ Then she bent forward again, screwed up her eyes and groaned as she pooped some more, and her diaper began to overflow. ‘Shit,’ said Jake, standing up quickly, and almost laughed at himself for his choice of words. He hadn’t thought the diaper would overflow from poop. He’d actually started to think it wouldn’t leak at all before nine o’clock, but now it was. Not too badly, but still. He ran out into the bathroom for toilet paper and a mop and bucket. When he returned, Rosa had her forehead on the floor, like she was praying, and was sobbing. He sat down next to her. ‘Shh. It’s okay, sweetheart.’ He stroked her back. ‘Daddy’s here. We’re gonna get you cleaned up now, don’t worry.’ The floor wasn’t too bad. Rosa was sitting in a small puddle pee, with a bit of fecal matter mixed in, but not much of it. He could leave it for a little bit, then, and take care of his baby first. He helped her to her feet, and a tiny bit more leaked out as she stood. He didn’t take her to the playroom. Instead they walked slowly to the bathroom, where he helped her get her onesie off and then took off her diaper. It was extremely messy, and he made a face. Rosa was still crying. He disposed of the diaper quickly, used some toilet paper to get the worst off, and then put Rosa in the shower. There wasn’t much point in anything else. While he helped her wash he said, ‘I’m sorry. I should have just . . . I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left it.’ Rosa had calmed down a bit now that she was cleaner and was no longer crying so much. ‘No. It’s . . . I could have said “unicorn”. I’m glad you didn’t stop it.’ ‘You sure?’ She nodded. ‘Yeah. And now we know. Nearly twenty-four hours worth of pee, and two days worth of poop. That’s what these diapers can hold. They’re really good diapers, aren’t they?’ She giggled, and Jake was filled with relief. Everything was okay. When she came out of the shower again he dried her off with a towel, and then she kissed him, even though it wasn’t bedtime yet and he was still her Daddy. She kissed him hard, rubbed her body up against him. ‘You so excited, baby?’ he whispered, even as he felt himself get hard. ‘I . . . I feel really embarrassed,’ she said, blushing deep crimson. ‘And now I want . . . I need . . .’ She bit her lip and looked at him. ‘Will you stay my Daddy this time? While we . . . ?’ Jake licked his lips. He wanted to. ‘Yeah.’ ‘I want . . . Will you put it in my butt?’ He drew a sharp breath. God yes, he really wanted to fuck that sweet ass of hers, but his mind wrestled with it. It wrestled with doing it as her Daddy. It all felt risky and taboo and shameful. And so, so hot. ‘I’ll put it wherever you want, my sweet little girl,’ he said hoarsely, and she smiled. The douche wasn’t exactly pleasant, but it was worth it for what came after. Daddy warmed her up with his fingers and some toys, and it felt so good when he licked her clit at the same time that she came in less than a minute. ‘Please,’ she gasped. ‘Please, Daddy . . . Need you in me!’ He did it to her pussy for a bit first. It felt really great. Then he pulled back, covered his condom-clad dick in lube, and poised himself at her other hole. ‘You sure about this, my baby?’ Rosa nodded. She was really sure. She’d wanted him to do this almost since the first time he had played with her butt. She really wanted this. ‘I’m sure. Please, Daddy!’ He pushed inside. She had thought it would hurt more, but it didn’t really hurt at all, her butthole already well stretched from play. She was on her back, legs up, and he leaned down on top of her, pressing all the way inside, and kissed her lips. ‘You okay?’ ‘Yes.’ She was more than okay. ‘It . . . it feels really good, Daddy.’ ‘Good.’ He pulled back slightly and slid slowly back inside. She moaned. Yeah, it felt really good. Then he pulled out completely and she whimpered in protest. ‘Be a good girl for Daddy and wait just a second,’ he said. Then he sat on the edge of the bed, opened a nightstand drawer, and took something out. ‘This is gonna make my little baby girl feel so good,’ he said. He came back, slid inside her again, and then he took whatever he had gotten out of the drawer, held it to her clit, and a moment later it started to whirr. ‘Oh, fuck, Daddy!’ Rosa threw her head back. That felt really, really nice. ‘Potty-mouth,’ he admonished her. ‘But since you’re already talking that way . . . why don’t you tell Daddy exactly what it is you want me to do to you?’ She looked up into his brown eyes and swallowed. He looked so unspeakably gorgeous and, god, that vibrator felt amazing. ‘Fuck me,’ she whispered. ‘Fuck my ass until I scream, Daddy. Fuck me until you come.’ Her Daddy all but growled. ‘Hold this,’ he said, indicating the vibe he was holding to her clit. She did, and then he thrust into her. ‘Oh, fuck, baby . . . Your ass feels amazing!’ Rosa whimpered. ‘Daddy . . . feels . . . good . . .’ She moved her hand a little, rubbing the vibrator all over her clit, and that felt even better. ‘Do it harder, Daddy, please!’ The following ten minutes or so were a flurry of sensation. It was like her butthole was connected to her clit. When both were stimulated at once, she felt like she might explode, and soon she was crying out with every thrust, begging him to do it harder still, and she came. When she did, Daddy stopped moving, trembling and gritting his teeth. ‘Fuck, so tight!’ he groaned. Then he went on, fucking her until she came again, and this time he didn’t stop, kept moving, until he came too. She still held the vibe to her clit, and it felt like her orgasm lasted an age, her thighs quivering as she gasped and moaned. In the end she had to just remove it because it became so intense it was almost painful. Daddy collapsed on top of her and kissed every part of her face he could reach. ‘You okay, my sweet little girl?’ ‘I’m fine, Daddy. Better. I feel amazing.’ ‘You are amazing,’ he said. ‘That was amazing.’ ‘Mhm.’ She was coming down and realised she needed to pee. ‘Oh, no!’ Her Daddy looked at her sharply. ‘What?’ ‘I . . . I have to pee. If I get up I’ll . . . I’ll wet the bed.’ She blushed. They had two towels underneath on top of a disposable, but if she peed . . . it might still leak. Better not to risk it. Daddy pulled out, and Rosa thought she’d lose control of her bladder that second, but somehow managed to hold back. Daddy stood up and got a diaper out of the pack they kept in the bedroom. He slid it under her butt, but didn’t bother fastening it, only holding it up between her legs, and she let go with a sigh. ‘Oh, so warm,’ said Daddy and kissed her forehead. ‘Such a good little girl, holding it until Daddy could get a diaper. Such a good baby for peeing in your diaper for Daddy.’ She moaned, the praise almost too much to bear. ‘Daddy . . . I love you.’ ‘I love you too, sweetie. I love you so much, my perfect little princess.’ When she had finished he removed the diaper again and put on a new one. There was no need to go to the playroom, and honestly, Rosa felt too weak at the knees anyway. Plus her thighs and her butt hurt. ‘Sleepy,’ she murmured. ‘It’s way past bedtime for little girls like you,’ Daddy agreed. ‘Let’s get your PJs on.’ Rosa nodded. She wasn’t much help, but then she loved when he dressed her like she was a toddler who couldn’t do it herself, and once her footie pyjamas were on, he lay down next to her and pulled her into a tight embrace. ‘Please, always be my Daddy,’ she whispered. ‘Always,’ he said. ‘I’ll be your Daddy forever.’ ‘Will you do this again? Have sex with me as Daddy?’ ‘I’ll do whatever you want, my precious angel. You know that. Although . . .’ ‘You want to be Jake, too, sometimes.’ She looked into his eyes. ‘You are that too. You’re Jake always. You’re both. I love you, Jake.’ She licked her bottom lip. ‘I love you so much for doing these things with me, for exploring all this with me. I love you for letting me call you Daddy. I love you for taking care of me. No one has ever loved me and taken care of me the way you do before.’ She felt her breath catch in her throat as she choked back a sob. ‘I love you so much! I can’t stand the thought of not being with you . . .’ ‘Hey. Sweetheart. Shh, Rosie. My sweet Rosa. It’s okay. I’m not going anywhere, I promise. I want to be with you, be your Daddy, be your . . . your boyfriend or whatever you want, as long as you’ll have me.’ Boyfriend. She liked the sound of that. Jake, her boyfriend. ‘I’d like that. For you to be my boyfriend when you’re not my Daddy.’ ‘Then that’s what I am.’ He stroked ger hair and kissed her cheek softly. ‘You are the most beautiful girl in the world, and you’re sweet and clever and sexy and kind. You’re the most wonderful and precious girl I have ever met, Rosie. I love you.’ ‘I love you,’ she echoed, and then she drifted off to sleep because after all that, she was utterly destroyed. And while she slept, she dreamt of her Daddy and all the wonderful things he could do to her. Not sure any diaper can hold that much before leaking. Call it artistic license. ?
  13. Just thought I'd share this here in case anyone's interested and hasn't seen it. In the Fiction and Fanfiction forum I have an ongoing original story about a sixteen-year-old girl with bladder incontinence who ends up in an adult baby type relationship with her stepfather. Ten chapters are posted so far, and I'm posting another one today, probably. It'll be 21 chapters all told, if things go according to plan. It also contains voluntary messing and some smut. It can be found here.
  14. Yeah, I get what you guys are saying... Gonna have to tell him at some point... Just maybe not yet? I mean, he only just moved in, and I don’t wanna gross him out first thing. If it were just wetting myself occasionally (he knows about my desperation kink) that would be one thing, but I’m concerned about how he’ll react to the poop thing. Maybe I could mention it as a hypothetical at some point...
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