analogrto 39 Posted December 15, 2022 Share Posted December 15, 2022 What really draws me into stories like this is the believability of it. Vivian isn't seeing Lavender wet herself and immediately putting her in pullups or diapers and making her sleep in a crib (there's a lot of stories I've seen like that), instead she's concerned about how embarrassing it must be to deal with and have others find out about. She's not judgmental, but instead caring and helpful. There's that adult side of both Vivian and Lavender that starts the story, and then Lavender's little side starts to show more and more and Vivian seems to encourage it. Very good writing. While some people may love fantasy stories or ones that get more sexual, the ones that make you paint the picture in your own mind of what is happening really tend to evoke more of a response from me. One gets an emotional involvement with the characters since you don't see them as just single dimensional descriptions. There's no paragraph or two describing something (like a person's body in graphic sexual detail), but instead short bits that require the reader to involve their own imagination. Can't wait for the next installment. YuriChaosLord, Incontsecret, Hazel_Nova and 2 others 4 1 Quote Link to comment
ChelsInRibbons 317 Posted December 16, 2022 Author Popular Post Share Posted December 16, 2022 Chapter Twenty-One “A dirty martini for the lady,” Vivian declared as she handed me a large martini glass filled almost to the brim with a cloudy, green-tinted drink garnished with two olives speared on a glass pick. “You said you want something strong.” “I did, thank you,” I sipped the drink. It was salty and delicious, but I would have preferred it dirtier; the small splash of olive brine in the drink did little to cut the taste of the vodka. But at least it went down smooth. And it was definitely a strong drink. Don’t get too drunk. I won’t, I just need some liquid courage. I had come to Vivian’s prepared to wet myself again, but I didn’t want to wait until I was drunk this time. When I had an accident tonight, I didn’t want it to be able to be brushed off as a consequence of drinking too much. In fact, I had arrived with my bladder already starting to feel full to make sure I could do it before we had many drinks; Vivian’s mandate that I not drink until I was done handling a knife had been a convenient way to make sure that happened. But now my bladder was starting to truly ache. Faced with the prospect of having to pee my pants, my nerves were threatening to chicken out, so a little liquid courage was exactly what I needed. This is going to set the tone for the whole week. Good. So, you’re sure about this? Yes. I wasn’t, not entirely, but I was going to do it anyway. “So,” Vivian said as she walked over to the cutting board and got back to work on dinner, “what are you looking forward to the most this week?” Getting to wear diapers and pull-ups most of the week; maybe getting put in a diaper by Vivian… I made a thoughtful sound and took a sip of my drink to give myself time to think of things that didn’t involve diapers and wetting myself, “honestly? I think just getting to spend a lot of time with you,” I replied finally. “Oh, and the lake looks really nice, I’m looking forward to relaxing on the dock and maybe doing some swimming.” “The lake might still be a bit cold this early in the spring,” Vivian replied, “but maybe we’ll get lucky.” “Well, what are you looking forward to?” I asked. She smirked and looked back at me, “the spending a lot of time with you thing sounded pretty good.” Her tone of voice brought a blush to my face. “The woman I’m renting the house from said there’s a lot of nice antique shops in the town nearby, I thought it might be fun to check those out, if that sounds interesting to you?” “That could be fun,” I replied, “antiquing is basically just fancy and expensive thrifting, and I love going thrifting.” Vivian laughed, “you’re not wrong, darling.” Vivian started adding the vegetables she had been chopping into a pan. She narrated what she was doing as she did, breaking the cooking process down into simple steps, but I was having trouble following along. This is going to happen soon, are you sure about this? Is this a really bad idea? Maybe? But… I mean, what’s the worst-case scenario? Worst case scenario? She sees your ‘accidents’ aren’t confined to just when you’ve had too much drink and decides that’s more than she’s willing to handle and kicks you to the curb. That’s the worst-case scenario. No, the worst-case scenario is she some how intuits that I peed myself on purpose and realizes this whole thing has been a farce and outs me to everyone and I get kicked out of my program and blacklisted from academia. …okay, yeah, that’s the worst-case scenario, but that doesn’t seem particularly likely. But not entirely impossible. You’re supposed to be the voice of reason, you know that, right? Nothing about this is reasonable! So, does that mean you’re backing out? I was sitting on one of the stools at the kitchen island, my legs tightly crossed and my bladder starting to truly ache. I was absently taking alternating sips of my water and my martini, chewing on my lip in between. Vivian was talking, explaining how to make spaghetti sauce, but between how badly I had to pee and how loudly I was internally panicking over what I was about to do, I wasn’t paying attention at all. I want to do it; I want Vivian to think I have accidents. You could just start wearing pull-ups and tell her that, you don’t have to be so dramatic about it. I know, but… But this way is hotter, and you want her to suggest you wear pull-ups. You want her to be Miss Vivian. It sounds bad when you put it like that… She doesn’t seem unwilling though. She suggested you wear pull-ups to bed in the first place. She assumed I already wore them. But she bought you a pack and then suggested it was a good idea when you told her you didn’t wear them. And she suggest I wear them when drinking. And told you to bring diapers for nighttime. So far, she’s seemed willing to play…that role… Miss Vivian? Maybe she’s even— Don’t go there; only pain and disappointment lay that way. “You must be thirsty,” Vivian said, snapping me back into reality as she picked up my now empty glass of water and carried it over to the fridge. “You look distracted, darling; is everything okay?” “Yeah, sorry,” I replied, giving a weak smile. My bladder was practically throbbing. “Hey, um…” I started, but trailed off. “Yes?” Vivian prompted as she returned with my glass of water. “Would you like another martini?” She nodded at my empty glass. When did that happen? “No, uh yes…maybe,” I shook my head as if to clear my thoughts manually, “what I mean is, or…what I was going to say was, uh, are you…” I bit my lip and looked away, blushing hard. “Darling?” Vivian asked, her tone of voice mixed, as if she couldn’t decide whether to be concerned or amused. “What is it?” Are you sure you’re okay with me having accidents and wearing pull-ups? That’s what I was going to ask, but I knew I couldn’t ask that. It was dumb to even think of asking that. Plus, if you asked, she’d probably be suspicious when you pee your pants in a few minutes. What do I say instead? Quick! “Darling?” Vivian repeated, sounding like she was leaning towards concern. Pee your pants! Yes, that was it! “Uhm, sorry,” I gave a forced laugh as I bore down on my bladder, willing my body to release its content, “what I was saying was,” I continued, stalling for time, my body proving reluctant, “um, are you…” It’s no good. And it wasn’t. I had too much of a mental block; despite how badly I had to pee, I couldn’t force it out. “Are you…going to do any writing while we’re on vacation?” I blurted out, a sudden burst of inspiration hitting me. Vivian gave me a quizzical look, “Are you sure you’re okay?” “Yes, sorry,” I forced another weak laugh, “just, um, you know, my train of thought just…completely derailed,” it was such a feeble excuse, and Vivian seemed to know it. “Mmm,” she gave me an appraising look, as if she were trying to decide whether to believe me or not—or perhaps whether she was going to push the matter or not. “If you say so,” she said at last, albeit a little uncertainly. “I’m fine, really,” I said, feeling a bit more composed and a bit more like I was selling the lie. “Okay,” her reply had a hint of skepticism to it, but she seemed to be content to let the matter drop. “So, are you?” I asked, eager to move the conversation along. “Planning to write, that is?” “As a matter of fact,” Vivian smiled at me before turning back to the stove to stir her sauce, “I was, indeed, thinking of trying to get some writing done. Of course, that’s only if you won’t begrudge me terribly for taking some alone time?” “Not at all,” I said cheerfully, “maybe I’ll try to get some writing done too.” It might be nice to get to sit out by the lake while I worked. “Oh? Not working on your dissertation, I hope.” “And why not?” “Because, my little Lavender,” there was a playful sternness to her voice as she turned away from the stove and pointed the wooden spoon she had been stirring the sauce with at me, “you are on vacation. You have to give that brilliant little brain time to relax.” I pouted playfully, “but you’re going to be writing.” “Yes,” she smiled, clearly amused by my pouting, “but…it’s different…” “How is it different?” I asked. “Because it’s…” Vivian gestured vaguely in the air with the spoon, seemingly at a loss for how to justify the double standard. “Because mine is recreational writing,” she explained at last. “What does that mean?” I prodded. “It means, you know, writing that I do just for fun, that isn’t for a book or an essay or anything like that, just…for me, for my enjoyment.” She explained, seeming inexplicably self-conscious or embarrassed about writing for someone who was an award-winning author. “Oh,” I said plainly, thrown off by how awkward she seemed to feel and, as a result, uncertain of how to respond. “Well, I think that’s really nice!” That seemed safe enough. Vivian gave me a relieved smile, “thank you, Lavender. Sometimes, it’s just nice to indulge my hobby—because I do still consider writing a hobby—without having to worry about what anyone else will think of it, does that make sense?” I nodded my head, suddenly understanding why Vivian had seemed so awkward; this was something deeply personal she was sharing. “Yeah, that make sense,” I said. “Thank you, Lavender,” she smiled. “You know,” she suddenly gave a short but genuine laugh, “it’s funny, actually…do you know how I got started writing?” “No,” I said, absolutely riveted now. My bladder was still aching, but it was not yet so urgent that I couldn’t push it to the back of my head. “How?” “I used to write these…silly, stupid little stories and post them on these story forums on the internet,” she explained, wistful nostalgia filling her voice. “Other people would post their stories, and we’d all comment on each other’s stories. Well, I’d hate to be forced to read one of my stories from those days today; I’m sure it would be atrocious. Back then, however, the point wasn’t for it to be good, it was to have fun.” “Yeah,” I said, nodding enthusiastically, “that’s…kind of cute, honestly.” “You think so?” Vivian laughed. “Those stories may have been terrible,” she continued, “but I kept doing it because I loved it, and, eventually, I got better.” She shrugged, “I hope so, anyway,” she added with a self-deprecating smile. “I think you’re a wonderful writer,” I gushed without thinking, then immediately blushed, embarrassed by how fan-girly it sounded. “I mean,” I scrambled to maintain some dignity, “I really respect your work.” Totally nailed it. Shut up. Vivian smiled warmly, “Thank you, Lavender. I really respect your work as well.” I blushed and bit my lip, “Thank you, Vivian.” A long silence followed, but not an awkward one. Those words felt more momentous than their meanings would suggest, and they rested heavily but comfortably on the room. Vivian and I looked at each other, locking eyes for a moment, then simultaneously looked away. I was blushing, and I was certain she was too. You’re going to ruin this really nice moment by pissing yourself. I know, I know, I shouldn’t do it, right? But you’ve come so far, do you really want to give up now? “So, um,” I tentatively broke the silence, looking to distract myself from my predicament, “may…may I ask…what kinds of things you write?” I asked cautiously. “Like, when you write just for yourself?” Vivian smiled and shrugged, “they’re stories…stories like the ones I used to write back then. Some are total fantasy…like, wish-fulfillment level of fantasy, you know? Some are more reality-based; some are even based on real events, albeit always embellished. Then there are others that are just silly little stories that pop in my head.” “That sounds lovely,” I smiled, unsure what else to say. “The sad part of this whole story,” Vivian continued unprompted, “is that these days no one else gets to see those stories. I used to love sharing them with the other people on those forums, but these days it all feels too…personal, you know? Especially since I’m Vivian Devereux, award-winning author,” she smiled a little sadly. “I don’t mean to complain, it’s just that these stories can’t just be silly little stories, people expect…Literature.” I nodded empathetically, “that sounds really frustrating, but I’m glad you still write them for yourself.” She smiled at me, “one day, Lavender, I hope I can find someone to share them with.” Vivian set the wooden spoon she was still holding down on the counter and walked over to me. She cupped my face with one gentle hand and gazed into my eyes. “Yeah?” I asked meekly, swallowing hard. “Yeah,” Vivian smirked, then bent down and kissed me hard. Oh please, you can’t piss yourself while making out a third time. But Vivian broke the kiss off after only a few seconds. “If I’m being entirely honest,” she said playfully as she walked back to the stove, “I think I may have found someone to share them with, but we’ll have to see.” I grinned, but internally I was starting to panic again. Brief though the kiss had been, it had startled me…and turned me on…and both things were making this more…difficult. “Thank you for listening to me, Lavender,” Vivian said, oblivious to my plight. “It’s really nice to be able to share these kinds of things with you.” “I really appreciate that you’re comfortable sharing them with me,” I replied earnestly. “And I’m really glad that you do.” Vivian stirred the sauce, then lifted the spoon to her lips. “This sauce is really good, would you like to try some?” She held the spoon out in my direction. “Sure!” But as soon as I shifted in my seat to start getting up, I knew I had a problem. Incontsecret, For The Peeple, YuriChaosLord and 7 others 8 2 Quote Link to comment
analogrto 39 Posted December 17, 2022 Share Posted December 17, 2022 And more left for the reader to imagine as we wait for the next chapter. How bad is Lavender's 'accident' going to be? What will be the results with Vivian? What sort of stories did Vivian write? What sort of wishes did she want fulfilled, or what experiences did she embellish upon? Can't wait for more... Quote Link to comment
ChelsInRibbons 317 Posted December 18, 2022 Author Popular Post Share Posted December 18, 2022 On 12/17/2022 at 1:06 PM, analogrto said: And more left for the reader to imagine as we wait for the next chapter. How bad is Lavender's 'accident' going to be? What will be the results with Vivian? What sort of stories did Vivian write? What sort of wishes did she want fulfilled, or what experiences did she embellish upon? Can't wait for more... All great questions! Some of which will be answered in.... Chapter Twenty-Two “Lavender? You okay?” “Mhm,” I replied weakly and nodded my head, but I wasn’t really. Sharp pain shot through my lower abdomen. I had done a little too good of a job shoving my need to pee to the back of my brain and now it was coming back with a vengeance. This was always the end game, wasn’t it? It was, but… But what? But I was having second thoughts now that the moment was upon me, not least of all because Vivian had just shared something really special and intimate. Too bad it was a little too late for second thoughts. That fact became painfully obvious as another wave of fresh pain passed through me and my panties grew damp. “Are you sure?” Vivian was asking, but she seemed far away. Why are you even bothering to fight it? This is what you were waiting for; you literally thought about peeing your pants as a distraction just minutes ago, and now you’re having second thoughts? Why was I fighting it? I took a deep breath, said a small prayer that I wasn’t make a huge mistake, and stopped fighting it. This was easier said than done; it was an effort of sheer willpower to stop fighting it—potty training is engraved in our brain like that—but I had a lot of practice. My body took over almost immediately, and the crotch and seat of my shortalls quickly became soaked. I looked up at Vivian and put on my best mix of worried and afraid. “Lavender?” Vivian’s face contorted into confused concern as she put the spoon down and began approaching me. “What’s wrong, darling?” I couldn’t have answered her no matter how much I wanted to; I felt completely frozen. My bladder was still emptying itself, and all I could do was sit there. Fortunately, I didn’t need to answer her. The sound of pee dripping off the stool and splashing to the ground answered for me. Vivian looked down at the floor, then back up at me, her face softening. “Oh, Lavender,” she said, clearly at a bit of a loss. “I’m sorry,” I blurted out at last as the stream tapered off to a trinkle and then nothing. “I’m so sorry, Vivian,” I didn’t realize I was crying until I tasted the salty tears on my lips. “I…I just had to go so badly all of the sudden and…and…” My words trailed off. All I could do was look at Vivian helplessly. Her face was so gentle and kind, but also so full of pity. It was too much, the dam broke and the tears turned into full-on sobs. The accident may have been contrived, but the panic and fear and the tears were all real. Not to mention the shame. “Lavender, darling, sweetheart,” Vivian crossed the small space between us in the blink of an eye and hugged me, holding me close to her chest, and began slowly stroking the back of my head as I cried into her chest. “It’s really okay, my little Lavender, everything is okay, all right? We’re going to get you all cleaned up and sorted out, okay?” “Okay,” I muttered through snot and tears. I was honestly a little surprised at myself for crying so much, but the look of pity on Vivian’s face had been too much for me. But maybe I just felt ashamed over how misplaced the pity was. We stayed like that for a long time, Vivian holding me while she stroked my hair and made soft, reassuring noises while I focused on my breathing and tried to calm down. Eventually, the tears dried up. “Here,” Vivian said softly as she grabbed some nearby paper towels, “I know these are kind of rough, but let’s try to get your face cleaned up a little, okay?” I nodded as Vivian went to work wiping tears and snot off my face. She stopped short of blowing my nose for me, instead handing me a fresh paper towel when she was done and instructing me to blow my nose. “I’m so sorry,” I repeated, completely and utterly at a lose for what else to say or do. This had been my end-game; it had been impossible for me to effectively plan for what came next since so much hinged on Vivian’s reaction. I was rudderless now, drifting in unknown waters, my only certainty was where the currents were taking me…at least, I hoped I knew. “That’s enough apologies,” Vivian said softly but sternly, “I won’t have you feeling guilty or bad for things you can’t help, okay? It was just an accident, and everything is okay.” Ouch, right in the guilty conscience. I nodded and sniffled, resisting the urge to start crying all over again out of sheer guilt. “Fortunately,” Vivian said, her voice lightening up, “you have plenty of clothes with you, so we can get you changed, and I can toss these clothes in the laundry and have them ready to be packed in your suitcase by tomorrow morning before we leave, okay?” “Okay,” I nodded again. “Okay,” Vivian smiled reassuringly at me and took my hand, “do you want to take a bath?” I shook my head, “I think maybe just a quick shower?” “That’s a lovely idea,” Vivian squeezed my hand and started leading me out of the kitchen and towards the upstairs bathroom. “You can just go ahead and get yourself all cleaned up and into some fresh clothes. By the time your done, dinner will be almost ready, all right?” I simply nodded and allowed myself to be lead upstairs and back to the bathroom I had cleaned myself up in after so many accidents already. When we arrived, Vivian, like she usually did, started the water for me, adjusting the knob until she decided the water was hot enough, the only difference this time being that instead of plugging the tub and allowing it to fill when she had found the right temperature, she pulled the plunger that switched the water from the faucet to the shower head. I stood there awkwardly watching her in silence the whole time. When she was done, I expected her to leave as she usually did with instructions for me leave my clothes in the hallway, but instead she turned to me and gave me a quizzical look. “Okay!” She said brightly, her confusion seeming to dissipate quickly. She closed the distance between us and started undoing the clasps on my shortalls. “Let’s go ahead and get you out of these.” My cheeks turned a new shade of red, but I bit my lip and let her continue. You can’t just let her peel you out of pissy clothes! Why can’t I? Because…it’s…embarrassing? More so than pissing myself in her kitchen? “There we go,” Vivian said as she undid the second clasp and let the shortall fall to the floor around my ankles. “Oops,” Vivian said looking down,” I guess we should have taken your shoes off first, huh Lavender?” She gave me a playful smile and bent down to start untying my high-tops. This is so awkward, shouldn’t you like…say something? Say what? Anything! But I was at a complete loss. I simply stood there in my t-shirt and wet panties, my shortalls around my ankles, as Vivian untied and removes my shoes and socks. “Okay,” she said when she was down, “step out!” I followed her directions and stepped out of my sodden shortalls. “Now, arms up!” She said with a smile as she stood back up and grabbed the hem of my shirt. I blushed as I complied, and for the first time since this little undressing routine had started, a shy smile graced my lips. “There’s a smile,” Vivian said as she dropped my shirt in a pile with the rest of my clothes and pinched my cheek. “Are you feeling a little better now that you’re almost out of those icky clothes?” Icky? That’s not the kind of word Vivian would usually use… It wasn’t, but I just smiled and nodded, “um, I can…do the rest…” I offered with a blush, secretly hoping she’d turn it down. “Don’t be so bashful,” she dismissed my offer with a wave of her hand before reaching around my torso to unbuckle my bra, “it’s not like this is the first time I’ve undressed you.” “I know, but…it’s…different…” “I guess a little,” she dropped my bra into the pile and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of my panties, “but let me take care of my little Lavender, okay?” Okay, Miss Vivian. “Okay…Vivian,” I blushed almost as hard as if I had said the whole thought out loud, then added a polite but subdued, “thank you.” “You’re quite welcome, darling,” Vivian said as she gathered up my clothes in her arms. “Shall I grab something from your suitcase for you to change into?” I nodded my head, “yes, please.” With assurances that she would be right back with fresh clothes, Vivian finally left, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Well, that went…pretty well? Define “pretty well.” I set about trying to find a hair tie to keep my hair from getting wet in the shower and quickly found one in the vanity above the sink. With my hair tied up, I climbed into the shower and set about cleaning the pee of my skin. Well, it wasn’t worst-case scenario. I have to admit, it was not. And she undressed you, like a toddler. I could feel my whole-body blush as I thought about it again. Then I blushed deeper as I realized Vivian was going to have to go into my suitcases to get clothes. The suitcases where my diapers and pull-ups are. Maybe she’ll bring you a pull-up instead of panties. Maybe she’ll see them in your suitcase and realize they are the much more appropriate undergarment for a girl as little as you are. “Now, sweetheart,” I imagined Vivian saying as she came back into the bathroom holding a pile of my clothes with a pull-up on top, “I don’t want you to fuss about this, okay? But your accidents are getting a little out of control, and I think it’s time we put you back in pull-ups, okay?” As I showered, I played through variations of that scenario, resisting the urge to do more than just imagine them. When I was finished a few minutes later, I pulled back the shower curtain to find a small pile of my clothes sitting on the sink. Vivian had, apparently, slipped in and out of the bathroom without me noticing. I couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed by the pair of panties sitting on top. xixi, Redboi, YuriChaosLord and 6 others 6 3 Quote Link to comment
xixi 167 Posted December 20, 2022 Share Posted December 20, 2022 Oh, my, where do I begin? This is masterfully written, thank you for your work I'm loving the chemistry between the two of them, and the internal conflict that lavander is facing about not being entirely honest is so interesting, I haven't seen this angle around here before, I think. As commented before: the right mix of sexy and wholesome Quote Link to comment
Ppppp 12 Posted December 21, 2022 Share Posted December 21, 2022 I do totally agree with my this opinions above. @ChelsInRibbons the big strenght of this story is you being brilliant storytelelr, and just being a really good... story itself. Two main characters are interesting creations, have real relationship between them and so on. They are incredibly smart women after all. And being aswell sexually open-minded, it's more than obvious for many chapters now, that they are both perfectly aware what are they playing, and both enjoy it really much, and knows that their partner enjoys it aswell. This is a story made by really good author indeed. It would be still good, even if it wasn't about peeing/diaper fetish. But good for us it is ❤️ I believe it keeps us interested, attached, curious for what happens next, no less than it keeps us aroused 🙂 Quote Link to comment
shydribbles19 480 Posted December 21, 2022 Share Posted December 21, 2022 On 12/10/2022 at 4:38 PM, ChelsInRibbons said: Y'all ever write a story that you're really proud of and that you're posting online and getting really positive feedback on bu then, after posting seventeen chapters, you notice...there's a fucking typo in your goddamn title? Because I have, and I hate it XD I'm probably bringing attention to something most people haven't even noticed, but the title is supposed to be The Life and Humiliations of Lavender Fairchild, or A Tale of DiaperS and Doctorates, not "or A Tale of Diaper and Doctorates." 🤦♀️ Funnily enough, of the three sites I'm posting this on, the only one I didn't make this typo on is the one that lets me edit the title XD I don't know if this will be interesting to anyone, but the title is meant to be a nod to two titling conventions that were popular in older literature. The main title, The Life and Humiliations of Lavender Fairchild, is a nod to titling conventions popular in 18th century British novels, such as The Life and Adventures of Robin Crusoe or The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy. Whereas the subtitle, or A Tale of Diapers and Doctorates, is a nod to, well, subtitles, such as Frankenstein, or A Modern Prometheus or Twelfth Night, or What You Will. Mostly, I just wanted a really pretentious sounding title because I felt it was appropriate for a story about a literature doctoral student XD And now that I've made you listen to me prattle on about the title, I present to you the next chapter of The Life and Humiliations of Lavender Fairchild, or A Tale of Diapers and Doctorates: Chapter Eighteen “I’ll see you on Friday?” Vivian asked as she broke off from our kiss. I made a short whining sound, “Friday? I thought I’d get to see you more often now that the semester is over.” “You will,” Vivian replied, “but while the semester is over for you, I still having grading to do. But after this week, you’ll see a lot more of me, okay?” I pouted, and Vivian laughed. “Don’t be like that,” she gently booped my nose with her finger, “I’ll make it up to you, I promise, okay?” “Okaaayyy,” I dragged out the word while I clung to Vivian, “I’ll hold you to that.” Vivian chuckled and hugged me, squeezing tightly. “Just one week, my little Lavender, and then we’ll have all summer together, okay?” “Okay,” I replied, my voice muffled as I pressed my face to her chest. “How about,” she spoke as she stroked my hair and held me close, “Friday you come over like usual, but instead of you going home on Saturday, we’ll leave bright and early Saturday morning for a week at a lake house, just you and me. Does that sound nice?” I nodded my head vigorously and grinned, “that sounds really nice, Vivian.” “Then it’s settled,” Vivian grabbed my shoulders and gently peeled me off of her, “but I have to go get work done so I can get all my grading finished this week, okay?” “Okay,” I leaned forward and gave her a quick peck on the lips, “good luck.” She let out a short laugh then sighed, “I’ll need it, it’s all the undergrad work I still have to grade.” Her sentence was punctuated by her phone chirping; she grabbed it from her purse and checked the notification, “my Lyft is here,” she explained, “but you,” she booped my noise again, “be good, okay? And I’ll see you on Friday for our vacation.” We said our farewells and then I was closing the door behind Vivian. A week without Vivian, and then a whole week with her. A whole week to have accidents; a whole week to get her to put a diaper on you. My cheeks flushed as I thought about having to pack pull-ups and diapers to take on our vacation. Would I pack diapers? It seemed like a bold choice. You wouldn’t want to leak all over the beds at the rental house, now would you? I definitely did not want to do that, but I was also capable of making sure I didn’t. Not as far as Vivian knows; maybe she’ll want you to wear them. I bit my lip. Would she? There are ways you could make sure she does. If I was brave enough for that… You’ve been brave enough to piss your pants in front of her. Brave wasn’t quite the word for that. I was drunk both times, and, besides, I never made the conscious choice to wet myself, I just…let nature take its course. But there’d be lots of opportunities for nature to take its course in a week. I wandered into my room and into my closet, kneeling in front of my chest of secrets. I had a whole week before I had to worry about what I’d wear during my vacation with Vivian. But that was a whole week I had to myself—no Vivian, sadly, and no Elyse, thankfully. Not that I truly disliked Elyse, things were just a little awkward between us now that she knew Vivian and I were involved. But, of course, the real reason I was thankful for her absence is that it meant I had absolute privacy. Opening my chest, I slid a pull-up out of its bag before pausing, looking longingly at the diapers. I regretted not trying to get Vivian to put me in one last night. Admittedly, it might have been a horrible idea, and I wasn’t sure I would have done anything differently given the chance, but I really, really wanted to give them an honest try. For a long moment, I sat on my heels in the middle of my closet debating between putting on a pull-up, a familiar and reliable choice, or making another attempt at diapering myself, a thrilling prospect but one that might go horribly wrong. If you learn to do it yourself, you can wear them to bed at Vivian’s without having to convince her to put them on you. I bit my lip; that was a good point. It wasn’t that I didn’t want Vivian to put them on me—no, I certainly wanted that—but I didn’t think I could ever work up the courage to ask her. Even just thinking about it made my whole body blush. What if she offers? Well, if she offers, then maybe that would be an entirely different matter. Maybe. You’d let her. Probably. Almost definitely. Absolutely. It didn’t matter whether I would or not because I was sure Vivian never would. You were pretty sure Vivian wasn’t into you too. And a few months ago you would have said you were pretty sure you’d never wet yourself in front of Vivian. Yeah, I get the point. “Okay,” I said out loud, “no time like the present, I guess.” I stuffed the pull-up back in its bag and grabbed one of the diapers instead. Third time was the charm, right? As I ran one of my hands along the plastic shell of the diaper, I couldn’t help but bite my lip in excitement and anticipation. And, yes, a little bit of arousal. The black plastic was softer than I thought it would be, but it crinkled deliciously. Reluctantly, I set the diaper aside and went back to my chest. Digging through the items inside, I selected one of my favorite onesies—a short-sleeved one with otters printed all over it—and a matching pacifier—decorated with beads and rhinestones with a little plastic otter in the center and the words “otterly adorable” spelled out on the handle—and a plain black pacifier clip. I considered grabbing my shortalls or tulle skirt to complete the ensemble, but decided just the onesie would do perfectly. Selections in hand, I made my way back to my bedroom, pointedly not putting away my secrets simply because I didn’t have to. I set everything down on the bed and quickly shed my pajamas. My heart was in my throat and my hands were shaky with excitement. You’ll get it right this time. This will be your second experience with diapers—your first real experience—and you’re going to get it right this time. Picking up the diaper, I debated whether to try putting it on while laying down or standing up. I had seen tutorials for both and laying down had seemed easier, but that was what I had tried my first attempt and it hadn’t worked out very well. It made sense to try it standing up this time. I unfolded the diaper, relishing every crinkle it made, and fluffed it like so many tutorials had told me to do—apparently it made it softer and thicker and, perhaps most importantly, better able to absorb wetness. Then, after finding a good spot with an bit of empty wall for me to lean against, I lined the diaper up with my body and pressed my butt and back to the wall, holding it in place. As soon as I pulled the rest of the diaper up and between my legs, I felt a wave of euphoria wash over me. The bulk of the diaper between my legs and the softness of the padding against my sensitive bits were all I could think of, and for a moment I just stood there appreciating these new sensations. They weren’t entirely new, of course; they were familiar from wearing pull-ups, but the diapers turned those sensations up to new intensities. Finally, I took a deep breath and went to work. Holding the front of the diaper to me with one hand, I grabbed the bottom left tab with the other and pulled the wing tightly around my hips, pressing the tape against the smooth plastic landing zone. Satisfied with the progress so far, I repeated the process with the bottom right tab. Half-way there. I took a moment to adjust the diaper to make sure it was placed properly, then went back to the left side, grabbing the top tape this time and drawing it tight across my lower stomach. Then the right side. And done! I stepped away from the wall and wiggled my hips and butt around. Remembering the advice from the countless tutorials I had read, I reached down and checked the guards around my leg—everything seemed good. In fact, everything seemed good. The diaper hugged my hips and butt perfectly, encasing me in crinkling softness. It did, however, feel a little loose, like it was sagging down a bit. I pulled it up so it fit me tightly and redid the top tapes one at a time, pulling them tight to keep the diaper in place. Perfect. And it was. I reached down and gently rubbed the padding between my legs, pressing it against me and making it crinkle. A contented smile spread across my face; this was everything I had hoped it would be. It wasn’t that the first time was awful, it had merely been disappointing. I had been dreaming about diapers for so long, and the poor job I had done on my first attempt simply didn’t line up with what my imagination had told me it would be. It had been ill-fitting and scratchy; it had felt loose and didn’t quite hug my body the way it did in my imagination—the way it did now. I walked across my room, getting a feel for the diapers. They forced my legs apart and made me waddle in an unfamiliar but definitely not unpleasant way. Every step, every slight movement, caused crinkles to resonant through the silent room, and even that sound was wonderful to my ears. After walking the length of my room a few times, I came back to my bed and picked up my onesie. I slipped it over my head and pulled it down my body. Snapping the buttons in the crotch together was a bit of a challenge at the best of times, but the added bulk of the diaper made for an extra challenge. Eventually, however, I managed to get them all snapped, and the stretchy fabric settled around my torso and the diaper. It pulled the diaper close to my body, pressing the padding into my skin, somehow enhancing an experience I wouldn’t have thought could be enhanced. I attached the pacifier clip to my pacifier, clipped it to the collar of my onesie, and popped the paci in my mouth, sucking softly almost on instinct alone. Finally, I grabbed Penelope off my bed, hugging her tight to my chest, and headed back into my closet to check myself out in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. I almost squealed in happiness. Gods, you look adorable. I’d seen myself in onesies plenty of time. I’d seen myself sucking on pacifiers and hugging stuffies to my chest. But what I’d never seen—what I neglected to do my first time trying diapers—was me in a onesie with a paci in my mouth, a stuffie hugged to my chest, and the puffy bulge of a diaper around my waist. Sure, my pull-ups made the crotch of my onesies puff out a little bit, but it was nothing compared to the very obvious bulge of the diaper. I turned and twisted around so I could see my padded butt, the very edges of my black diaper peeking out of the legbands and giggled again. It’s too bad you didn’t get Vivian to put you in one of these last night; even she’d be forced to admit how stunningly adorable you look. I took one last long look at myself in the mirror and then went back to my chest and pulled out a pink sippy cup decorated with Disney princesses. I rarely got to use my sippy cups—I was afraid to use them lest I get caught cleaning them in the shared kitchen, but there was no way I was going to pass up the opportunity. It was weird stepping out of my bedroom and into the common spaces of the apartment. Even though I knew I was alone, I felt a pang of anxiety as I crossed the threshold. But Elyse was still gone, I reminded myself, and would be for months. Crinkling the whole way, I walked to the kitchen and filled my sippy cup with juice before making my way to the living room and plopping down on the couch. Before long, I was curled up on the couch with Penelope in my arms and watching cartoons, feeling absolutely blissed out. Every once in a while, I’d squirm around just a little or poke at my diaper, just to hear the crinkle—it made me grin every time. I was absolutely, perfectly content; in that moment, all was right with the world. More importantly, I knew then without a doubt that I would be packing diapers for Vivian and mine’s vacation. I cannot WAIT for the chapter where both of them have to come clean! Quote Link to comment
ChelsInRibbons 317 Posted December 21, 2022 Author Popular Post Share Posted December 21, 2022 22 hours ago, xixi said: the internal conflict that lavander is facing about not being entirely honest is so interesting I'm so glad you enjoy that aspect! It was absolutely where I was afraid I was going to lose the reader, so I can't express how glad I am that you're enjoying it! 3 hours ago, Ppppp said: This is a story made by really good author indeed. It would be still good, even if it wasn't about peeing/diaper fetish. Equally, you have no idea how much this means to me! My goal in writing is to tell compelling stories that just happen to involve omo/abdl elements--don't get me wrong, I love the omo/abdl elements and I love writing literotica, but I want it to be good literature too, so it's incredibly nice to hear that I'm hitting my mark! 2 hours ago, shydribbles19 said: I cannot WAIT for the chapter where both of them have to come clean! A lot of people seem to be convinced that moment is coming soon! I guess we'll just have to wait and see! Okay, here's some new chapters, but before I get to them, let me just say thank you not just to the three readers above but to all my readers and especially those who have taken the time to comment and let me know how much they are enjoying the story. I don't want to say I do it for the accolades, but it's really nice to know y'all are enjoying this story. Okay, enough being sappy, here's two more chapters! Chapter Twenty-three “Feeling better?” Vivian asked as I walked into the dining room where she was just beginning to set the table. I nodded, “Thank you again,” I said quietly, “for…well, everything…” Vivian set the last of the silverware in her hand on the table and looked up at me, “You are quite welcome, darling.” I opened my mouth to respond, but she held up a hand and continued before I could, “And before you say again,” she walked around the dining room table as she spoke, “there’s no need to be sorry.” She cupped my cheek with one hand and leaned in for a quick kiss, “or have I not made it abundantly clear just how little your…problem bothers me?” “You have,” I admitted, “it’s just…” Embarrassing? Shameful? Mortifying? Kinda hot? All words I could use, but instead I just trailed off. “I’m sure,” she said after it was obvious that I wasn’t going to finish—I couldn’t help but wonder what she seemed so certain I was going to say, “but all I can do is reassure you that this is a much bigger deal for you than it is for me. But, of course, if there is anything I can do to make this easier on you, then I would like to do that for you, okay?” Does her being so supportive make this easier or harder? Maybe both? I smiled and nodded, “thank you, Vivian.” “Quite welcome, my little Lavender. Now,” she let me cheek go and started walking towards the door that led into the kitchen, “I’ll go get our plates, why don’t you go ahead and take a seat?” Once we were both seated with our plates in front of us, Vivian almost immediately launched into a long rant about her frustrations with grading undergrad papers over the past week, a topic I was all too happy to let dominate the meal. I contributed to the conversation where I could—sometimes commiserating based on my limited experience grading papers during my MA years, sometimes defending the poor undergrads based on my much more recent memories of what it was like to be an undergrad—but, mostly, I just listened and validated her frustrations. As an aspiring professor myself, it was almost like a window into what I had to look forward to once I finished my degree. The rest of the evening passed in a blur of meandering conversation that traveled from the dining room to the kitchen as we cleaned and finally to the parlor as we sat on the couch nursing glasses of wine. Perhaps the night seemed to pass by especially quick as we both agreed an early bedtime was in order so we could be up bright and early the next morning to make the drive to the lake house. It was only a few hours, but Vivian wanted to get there before noon. And so, before long, I found myself back in the bathroom going through my bedtime routine of washing my face, brushing my teeth, and otherwise preparing for bed. About that time, I suddenly remember the conversation I had with Vivian on the phone earlier that day. “It might be best if you bring some of your, ah…diapers for nighttime,” Vivian had said. Did she mean for tonight too? Or just at the lake house? I don’t know. Is she expecting you to wear a diaper tonight? I don’t know! Well, are you going to? I. Don’t. Know! Wait, you can’t put it on yourself. What? Why not? Last time, at the apartment, you told her you had tried and couldn’t do it. If you do it yourself not, she’ll know you’ve been…practicing… I mean, it would make sense that I have, right? Maybe if she had told you she wanted you to wear diapers at night on this vacation like a week ago. How much practice could you have gotten in since this afternoon? So…do I wait to see if she offers? Oh, gods, what if she offers to put a diaper on you? Fuck, what if she does? It wasn’t like I hadn’t fantasized about that scenario numerous times, but the fantasy was far different from the reality of it. But as scary as it was, thinking about it made a pang of longing shudder through my body. That’s what you want though, isn’t it? Let’s just wait until she says something, okay? With that decided, I took a deep breath, and left the bathroom. I walked down the hallway to Vivian’s room, chewing my lip nervously the entire time. I was, once again, feeling rudderless and completely uncertain of what would come next. “All ready for bed?” Vivian called from her en suite bathroom as I walked in. “Yep,” I called back as I set my bag of toiletries next to the luggage in the corner of her room. “I just need to change into pajamas.” “About that,” Vivian began as she walked out of the bathroom, my heart jumping up into my throat with anticipation, “I was thinking that…well…” “I should wear a diaper to bed,” I blurted out—it took every once of willpower to not clap my hands over my mouth. Oh fuck oh fuck why did you say that?! I don’t know! So much for waiting for her to bring it up. She was about to! And you did it first! Vivian looked at me with a surprised expression on her face, blinked a few times, and nodded, “I was going to put it less bluntly, but…yes,” she gave me a warm smile. “I just thought it would be best to get used to it now since you’ll be wearing them to bed at the lake house, but, of course, it’s your decision, and I’ll respect any decision you make. In fact, if you decide you don’t want to wear the diapers at all, I’ll understand, and we can deal with any leaks that might happen.” Vivian rushed it all out in one breath, I just nodded, unsure of how to proceed. So, I guess this is it. But it wasn’t; we both just stood there awkwardly for a long moment. Is she waiting for you to go get changed? Maybe, but… But you’re waiting for her to offer to change you. Finally, Vivian cleared her throat and spoke again, “Sorry, I didn’t expect you to…” she paused, visibly choosing her next words, “…be so…amenable to the idea.” I tried to push down the panic that was slowly but steadily rising inside me and forced a smile, “Yeah, I mean…you’re right, best to get used to it now, so…” You’re still just standing there. So is she! I glanced back at my suitcases where both my pajamas and my diapers were hidden, then back at Vivian. “Um…” Vivian’s eyes widened in surprise, “oh! You probably want some privacy, right?” The exact opposite! I bit my lip, steeled my nerve, and shook my head. I tried to speak, but no sound came out when I did. I wasn’t sure what I was going to say anyway. “Or…” She began, then said nothing for an agonizingly long few seconds. “That is…if you’d like…I can…well,” I’d never seen Vivian this frazzled before, but it was clear she was nervous about this whole thing. What’s she got to be nervous about? Maybe she’s not really as okay with this as she says. Vivan took a deep breath and visibly composed herself, “Sorry, I guess I’m a little nervous; I just don’t want to upset or embarrass you. But, I was thinking…it’s just that, last weekend you said you had tried them but couldn’t quite put them on yourself, right?” I nodded. “So, if you want…then I could…” Say it, say it, please say it. “…help you,” she finished at last. Chapter Twenty-Four Oh, fuck, okay, stay calm, don’t seem to eager, just play it cool, okay? I swallowed hard. This had been exactly what I was hoping for but…now that it was here…could I…did I…was I sure…and…what if… Breath! I forced myself to exhale a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. “I, uh…” I said weakly. I didn’t want to sound too eager, but the problem was I wasn’t sure how I should sound. What was the appropriate tone of voice for this? Reluctant but accepting? Resigned, maybe? Something like that. She’s waiting for your answer still! “Um…” I bit my lip, lowered my gaze, and nodded my head. That would have to do. “Are you…sure?” It wasn’t entirely clearly to me whether Vivian was asking because she sensed my panic or because she herself was reluctant. Oh gods, what if she only offered to be nice but really doesn’t want to do this? “Are…you?” I asked back. Vivian smiled warmly and nodded, “of course, darling girl. I told you, I’ll do whatever you need me to do to make this as easy as possible for you. And if that means helping you with your…” she gestured to the suitcase, “you know, then I’m not only willing but even happy to.” She’s happy to diaper you. Calm down, she doesn’t mean it that way. I took a deep breath and nodded, “okay, let’s do it.” But I just kept standing there. Gods, I’m really starting to panic. This is what you wanted! Things are going well! Just stay calm, okay? “Well,” Vivian took a few steps towards me and gestured to the bed, “I guess…you lay down on the bed? And I’ll get your…from your suitcase?” A surprisingly strong sense of relief washed over me as Vivian took charge, even if she seemed a little unsure of herself. I nodded and quickly stepped over to the bed and sat down. Vivian gave me a reassuring smile, then moved to my suitcase and unzipped it. It took her no time at all to find the diapers, they took up a substantial amount of room in my suitcase after all, and only slightly longer to find a pair of pajamas—a simple pair of black shorts and matching cami. She approached the bed, placed the pajamas on the bed, and starting turning the bag of diapers over in her hands, looking for an opening. For a second, her face was pure confusion, then…surprise? She looked up at me and smiled. What was that? But before I could chase that thought, Vivian ripped open the package, and all my attention was back on her. I chewed on my bottom lip as she pulled the black, plastic-backed diaper out of the bag, then set the bag down. And then Vivian was standing in front of me with a diaper in her hands ready to put it on me. “Don’t worry,” she said with a smile, “this isn’t the first time I’ve done this.” I felt my cheeks heat up. At least she didn’t directly compare you to whatever babies she’s taken care of in the past. “Well, it’s mine,” and I laughed, surprising myself more than a little. “I’ll be gentle,” Vivian gave me a wink, then began unfolding the diaper. “I guess, take your pants off?” I stood back up again just long enough to unbutton pants and, hooking my thumbs under the hem of my panties, pulled down my pants and panties at the same time. Stepping out of them, I sat back down on the bed and looked up at Vivian expectantly. “Okay, um, scoot back just a little, and lay down, just like that, now, here, put your feet on the bed so you can…exactly, just like that! And I’ll just slide this under you, now down…no, up again, sorry, just need to adjust it, and back down? Okay, great,” I let Vivian guide me through the process without a word, simply following her instructions. Which, honestly, I might have needed. I felt nearly frozen with…panic? No, not quite. What’s the word for when you’re excited because one of your fantasies is literally coming true but you’re kind of overwhelmed by it and also maybe feel a little bit guilty by how you got here and worried you’re making a horrible mistake but despite all that are somehow so incredibly turned on. … You know you’re in deep when even your internal narrative is speechless. “Um, should I…use…powder?” Vivian asked cautiously, and I couldn’t have been more thankful that she’d left off the adjective. “I…didn’t bring any…” You didn’t even think about that. Vivian nodding, “we might want to get you some, but you’ll be okay for tonight.” And then she pulled the diaper up between my legs, and my heart skipped a beat. Or seven. Holding the diaper to my lower abdomen with one hand, Vivian grabbed on of the wings and pulled it tightly around my waist and fastened one of the tapes before repeating the process on the other. With that done, she quickly did the second tape on each side. And that it was all over. So much faster than when you do it. And so much nicer. “Does that feel…secure?” Vivian asked as she ran her fingers along the leak guards. I nodded. “Are you…okay?” There was more than a note of concern in her voice. I nodded. Surreal? No, but that’s really close. “Just…” I laughed weakly, “um, a little…not sure how to feel.” Vivian nodded, then gave a short laugh herself, “yeah, I get what you mean. Do you want to finish getting dressed yourself? I still need to finish getting ready for bed.” Vivian’s whole demeanor was so nonchalant that it made it hard to feel awkward about what had just happened. For all you could tell by the way she was acting, this was a perfectly normal and natural thing to have just happened. I could never overstate my gratefulness for that. “Yeah, I can do that part myself,” I smiled and sat up, already feeling more relaxed. Uncanny? It’s the center of the venn diagram between surreal, uncanny, and incredibly hot. Vivian leaned down, kissed me firmly on the lips, lingered for a moment, then stood back up. “I can’t wait to spend the next week with you, my little Lavender.” Her little pet name for me took on new meaning in this moment, and my cheeks turned scarlet. “Me too.” Vivian left the room, and I finished changing into my pajamas before climbing into bed and sliding under the covers. My diaper crinkled blissfully every step of the way. Vivian just diapered you. Vivian just diapered me! 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ChelsInRibbons 317 Posted December 25, 2022 Author Popular Post Share Posted December 25, 2022 Here's a new chapter for y'all! With an easter egg for those who have read my other stories! Chapter Twenty-Five The glass felt cool against my forehead as I did my best to curl up in the passenger seat of Vivian’s car. I had been dozing on and off for most of the ride, and Vivian was playing a podcast at a low volume. It was nice of Vivian to let me sleep on the ride there instead of keeping her company while she drove, but it was, according to her, Vivian’s way of apologizing for making me wake up so early. And I definitely needed the sleep; my excitement over what had happened the night before combined with my anticipation of the week to come had kept me up most of the night, like a little kid on Christmas Eve. I shifted around in my seat, my legs were starting to get stiff, and smiled as I felt the slight bulk of the pull-up—so thin compared to the diapers I was quickly becoming accustomed to. “If you think you’re going to sleep on the drive,” Vivian had said that morning over breakfast, “it might be a good idea to wear one of your pull-ups—just in case, yes?” And, of course, I had agreed; it was simply the most practical option. And it has nothing at all to do with the fact that you get off on Miss Vivian telling you to wear your padding. I mean…that helps, yeah. “Hey, sleepyhead,” Vivian said as she noticed me stirring, “awake for the day or are you going to try to get some more sleep?” I stretched as best as I could in the cramped confines of the car and considered the question. “How close are we?” “Pretty close,” Vivian said, turning off the podcast so we could talk more easily, “maybe about 20 or 30 minutes?” “Doesn’t seem worth it to go back to sleep then, you know?” I smiled and looked out the window. It was trees as far as the eye could see. “I don’t think I realized just how out in the middle of nowhere this place is.” “It’s not the middle of nowhere,” Vivian replied, “but it’s pretty close. There’s a town just a short drive away from the house, so we’re not exactly isolated, but we’ll have plenty of privacy,” she glanced at me sideways and smirked. As I shook the last vestiges of sleep off of me, I noticed the slight fullness in my bladder. I could hold it for 30 minutes, but… She expects you to use the pull-up anyway, why not just use it? I’m not even sure if I can. I’d peed myself in front of Vivian three times now, and all of them been while I was desperate to pee. In fact, I had even tried to pee myself before I’d hit my limit the night before and had been unable—could I do it now? It’s different than peeing your pants, easier, less humiliating. But will it be less humiliating when I have to tell her my pull-up is wet? Do you ever really need to? She’s going to find out. But, again, she expects you to use it. You’ve been asleep in her car for hours and are a known bedwetter—she’ll probably be surprised if you’re dry. That’s true… “Do you need to stop and stretch or anything?” Vivian asked, as if she knew what I was thinking. Stretching sounded nice, but I shook my head, “no, I’ll be alright until we get there.” “Just let me know if you change your mind,” Vivian said. “So, I was thinking,” Vivian continued, “how would you feel about getting settled in the house and then driving back to town to get some lunch and check the place out? Maybe get some groceries and stuff while we’re there.” “Yeah, that sounds like a great idea,” I leaned my head against the window again and watched the trees zooming past. In truth, the pressure in my bladder wasn’t bad, but it was all I could think of. So…just go… I bit my lip and stole a quick glance over at Vivian, who seemed wholly focused on the road now. I shifted around in my seat more, getting into a better position, and relaxed my bladder. At first, nothing happened, but after a moment of focus I felt the familiar and exhilarating sensation of warm pee flooding my pull-up. I smiled, regretful that I couldn’t slip my thumb into my mouth—or better yet, a pacifier—and settled back down into my seat, the pull-up squishing against me. Before long, I must have slipped back asleep, as the next thing I knew I was being lightly shaken back awake. “Lavender,” Vivian was saying, “Lavender, wake up.” “Mm?” “We’re here, darling.” “Yeah?” I said groggily as I sat up in my seat and looked around. We were parking at the end of a gravel lane right in front of a Victorian-style house. There was a bit of a clearing around the house but were otherwise surrounded by dense trees, except behind the house where a huge, sparkling lake stretched out. “Oh,” I said as I rubbed my eyes, “it looks so nice.” “Come on, sleepy girl,” Vivian said as she opened her car door and stepped out, “let’s check it out.” I followed Vivian’s lead and climbed out of the car, my joints and muscles both complaining and rejoicing at their new freedom. I stretched with my whole body, vaguely aware of but largely unconcerned with how it made me shirt rise up, possibly exposing the waistband of my pull-up. “Well, hey there!” An unfamiliar voice rang out from the house, and I immediately grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it down. I looked toward the house and saw a young woman, maybe in her 30s, coming down the porch stairs. She had brown, curly hair that fell to the middle of her back and wore a loose, flowy skirt. “Hey,” Vivian called back as I cowered against the car. Did they see? Surely, they were too far away to notice, right? “You must be Vivian,” the woman said as she approached us with her hand outstretched. “That’s right,” Vivian said as she took the woman’s hand and shook it gently. “And you must be Madison, right? Or Sabrina?” The curly haired woman nodded and laughed lightly, “Madison,” she confirmed, then pointed off in the distance, “that’s Sabrina over there with our daughter, Claire.” I followed where she was pointing and saw another young woman in a floral print dress playing on the ground with a girl who looked to be about two or three years old. “It’s nice to meet you,” Vivian said, and then gestured to me, “and this is Lavender. Lavender, these are the people we’re renting the house from.” “It’s nice to meet you,” I said softly, still holding down the hem of my shirt. There’s no way she saw from up on the porch. “My,” Madison said as she looked me up and down, “aren’t you just a lovely little thing.” She smiled in away that, quite frankly, creeped me out a little; it felt like she was assessing me, and had discovered something that amused her. “Well,” she said, turning back to Vivian, “I was just giving the house one last once over to make sure everything was ready for you.” Vivian and Madison continued talking, but I stopped paying attention—something about Madison didn’t sit right with me, and I wanted away from the situation. You’re just imagining things because you’re worried she saw your pull-up. Maybe, but still, something is weird about her. Instead, I walked around to the back of the car and started pulling our luggage out. “I’m going to start bringing these in,” I called to Vivian who looked away from Madison long enough to smile and nod at me. “I just turned the air conditioner on,” Madison said as I rolled our suitcases past her and Vivian, “so it might still be a little stuffy in there.” Stuffy was right, but it wasn’t unbearable. It was decorated simply, but nicely—very cottage core, which felt appropriate. I found the master bedroom easily, with it’s four post bed, dresser, armoire, and large vanity table. With the luggage safely stored there, I set about exploring the rest of the house. It wasn’t a huge house, smaller than Vivian’s, in fact, but it would do nicely for us for the next week. More than nicely. We probably wouldn’t even use the extra bedrooms. Finally, I found my way out the back door and onto the covered patio and conjoined dock. There was even a small rowboat tied to the end of the dock, and I immediately began thinking of how nice it would be to row out onto the lake and enjoy the sun as the water gently rocked me. Stepping out onto the dock, I looked out over the water. The lake was huge, much larger than I had expected. I could see other houses against the water, but they were all quite a ways off. We definitely had ample privacy, even on the patio. Maybe you can sunbathe in a pull-up. My cheeks turned red at the idea, but I wasn’t entirely against it. “There you are,” I heard Vivian’s voice from behind me and turned to see her just stepping out onto the patio. “So, what do you think?” “It’s lovely,” I replied, walking back down the dock towards her. “This lake is absolutely gorgeous, and look! There’s a rowboat! I thought it would be nice to sun-bathe on the lake in it.” Vivian smiled at my enthusiasm and nodded her head, “that would be nice. Maybe we’ll pack a lunch and have a little picnic on the lake, what do you think?” “Yes, please! I’d love that.” “Speaking of lunch, Madison suggested a place in town if you were still up for heading into town?” I nodded and made an affirmative sound. “Great,” Vivian smiled, “do you want to…get changed before we go?” It took a second for me to realize what she meant, and my cheeks warmed when I did. I bit my lip and nodded, “Oh, yeah, I guess I should.” “Go on then, my little Lavender,” Vivian said, “get out of that soggy pull-up and into some panties, and then we can get going.” My face erupted in scarlet, and I nodded before hurrying inside. Why did she have to say it like that? Was she trying to embarrass you as much as possible? Does…does she know? How could she know? I don’t know, but… And why did she just assume you were wet? I did say I needed to change… Maybe you just didn’t want to go out in a pull-up! Hey, yeah! Then again, you did sleep the whole way here practically. Oh, so she’s just thinks I’m that much of a bedwetter. You haven’t exactly given her reason to think differently. She still didn’t have to say it like that! But it gave you butterflies. You love it when she talks to you like that. …not the point, she doesn’t know that. Are you going to protest? Well…no… Then why bother complaining? Just enjoy it. By then I had made it to the master bedroom where our luggage was. I stood there for a long moment looking at my suitcase and chewing my bottom lip. Something seemed off. Vivian had always been overly hesitant about saying anything that might embarrass me, but not all of the sudden she was saying telling me to change out of my “soggy pull-up?” Why the sudden switch? Was it…was it possible she had figured it out and decided to play along? But how could she have? I don’t know! But…if she knows… …then she’s playing along. So maybe I should… …double down? I knelt down and unzipped my suitcase. At first, I reached for a pair of panties but hesitated as I stared at the open bag of pull-ups. I had specifically brought the pull-ups to wear during the day, why not just…keep wearing them? On the other hand, I could stage another accident to see how Vivian would react, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to put myself through that again. “Something wrong?” I practically jumped out of my skin at the sound of Vivian’s voice coming from the doorway. I whirled around even as I was jumping to my feet and looked back at Vivian as I tried to suppress the instinct to panic. She hadn’t discovered me doing anything wrong, after all. “No,” I said, trying to keep my tone level, “just…you know, about to get changed.” “Mmm,” Vivian was leaning against the doorframe and giving me a playful smile, “well, go on ahead then, don’t let me bother you.” I swallowed hard and looked back down at the suitcase—no more time to deliberate. I knelt down again, reached into the suitcase, and grabbed a pull-up. 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xixi 167 Posted December 25, 2022 Share Posted December 25, 2022 Another great chapter! Looks like Lavander made her choice! Let's see how that turns out. Btw, I'm not sure if this matters (and if you want to tell) but, are this story and A Much Needed Vacation set in the same universe? Like, are those the same Madison, Sabrina and Claire, or is it really just an easteregg? Spoiler 58 minutes ago, ChelsInRibbons said: Does…does she know? How could she know? If it's set on the same universe and magic exists, Vivian could actually know 😱 Cheers and have a nice holiday season! Quote Link to comment
YuriChaosLord 201 Posted December 26, 2022 Share Posted December 26, 2022 (edited) I love this story, it's great! :3 I like that eater egg and their vacation for sure would be really interesting. I wonder if Madison (if she's also a witch here ;P) would make Lavender have accident she couldn't control and/or make her a real bedwetter. I wonder what Lavender's reaction would be in situation like that. 🤔 *giggles* Edited December 26, 2022 by YuriChaosLord (see edit history) Quote Link to comment
shydribbles19 480 Posted December 30, 2022 Share Posted December 30, 2022 On 12/21/2022 at 1:03 PM, ChelsInRibbons said: I'm so glad you enjoy that aspect! It was absolutely where I was afraid I was going to lose the reader, so I can't express how glad I am that you're enjoying it! Equally, you have no idea how much this means to me! My goal in writing is to tell compelling stories that just happen to involve omo/abdl elements--don't get me wrong, I love the omo/abdl elements and I love writing literotica, but I want it to be good literature too, so it's incredibly nice to hear that I'm hitting my mark! A lot of people seem to be convinced that moment is coming soon! I guess we'll just have to wait and see! Okay, here's some new chapters, but before I get to them, let me just say thank you not just to the three readers above but to all my readers and especially those who have taken the time to comment and let me know how much they are enjoying the story. I don't want to say I do it for the accolades, but it's really nice to know y'all are enjoying this story. Okay, enough being sappy, here's two more chapters! Chapter Twenty-three “Feeling better?” Vivian asked as I walked into the dining room where she was just beginning to set the table. I nodded, “Thank you again,” I said quietly, “for…well, everything…” Vivian set the last of the silverware in her hand on the table and looked up at me, “You are quite welcome, darling.” I opened my mouth to respond, but she held up a hand and continued before I could, “And before you say again,” she walked around the dining room table as she spoke, “there’s no need to be sorry.” She cupped my cheek with one hand and leaned in for a quick kiss, “or have I not made it abundantly clear just how little your…problem bothers me?” “You have,” I admitted, “it’s just…” Embarrassing? Shameful? Mortifying? Kinda hot? All words I could use, but instead I just trailed off. “I’m sure,” she said after it was obvious that I wasn’t going to finish—I couldn’t help but wonder what she seemed so certain I was going to say, “but all I can do is reassure you that this is a much bigger deal for you than it is for me. But, of course, if there is anything I can do to make this easier on you, then I would like to do that for you, okay?” Does her being so supportive make this easier or harder? Maybe both? I smiled and nodded, “thank you, Vivian.” “Quite welcome, my little Lavender. Now,” she let me cheek go and started walking towards the door that led into the kitchen, “I’ll go get our plates, why don’t you go ahead and take a seat?” Once we were both seated with our plates in front of us, Vivian almost immediately launched into a long rant about her frustrations with grading undergrad papers over the past week, a topic I was all too happy to let dominate the meal. I contributed to the conversation where I could—sometimes commiserating based on my limited experience grading papers during my MA years, sometimes defending the poor undergrads based on my much more recent memories of what it was like to be an undergrad—but, mostly, I just listened and validated her frustrations. As an aspiring professor myself, it was almost like a window into what I had to look forward to once I finished my degree. The rest of the evening passed in a blur of meandering conversation that traveled from the dining room to the kitchen as we cleaned and finally to the parlor as we sat on the couch nursing glasses of wine. Perhaps the night seemed to pass by especially quick as we both agreed an early bedtime was in order so we could be up bright and early the next morning to make the drive to the lake house. It was only a few hours, but Vivian wanted to get there before noon. And so, before long, I found myself back in the bathroom going through my bedtime routine of washing my face, brushing my teeth, and otherwise preparing for bed. About that time, I suddenly remember the conversation I had with Vivian on the phone earlier that day. “It might be best if you bring some of your, ah…diapers for nighttime,” Vivian had said. Did she mean for tonight too? Or just at the lake house? I don’t know. Is she expecting you to wear a diaper tonight? I don’t know! Well, are you going to? I. Don’t. Know! Wait, you can’t put it on yourself. What? Why not? Last time, at the apartment, you told her you had tried and couldn’t do it. If you do it yourself not, she’ll know you’ve been…practicing… I mean, it would make sense that I have, right? Maybe if she had told you she wanted you to wear diapers at night on this vacation like a week ago. How much practice could you have gotten in since this afternoon? So…do I wait to see if she offers? Oh, gods, what if she offers to put a diaper on you? Fuck, what if she does? It wasn’t like I hadn’t fantasized about that scenario numerous times, but the fantasy was far different from the reality of it. But as scary as it was, thinking about it made a pang of longing shudder through my body. That’s what you want though, isn’t it? Let’s just wait until she says something, okay? With that decided, I took a deep breath, and left the bathroom. I walked down the hallway to Vivian’s room, chewing my lip nervously the entire time. I was, once again, feeling rudderless and completely uncertain of what would come next. “All ready for bed?” Vivian called from her en suite bathroom as I walked in. “Yep,” I called back as I set my bag of toiletries next to the luggage in the corner of her room. “I just need to change into pajamas.” “About that,” Vivian began as she walked out of the bathroom, my heart jumping up into my throat with anticipation, “I was thinking that…well…” “I should wear a diaper to bed,” I blurted out—it took every once of willpower to not clap my hands over my mouth. Oh fuck oh fuck why did you say that?! I don’t know! So much for waiting for her to bring it up. She was about to! And you did it first! Vivian looked at me with a surprised expression on her face, blinked a few times, and nodded, “I was going to put it less bluntly, but…yes,” she gave me a warm smile. “I just thought it would be best to get used to it now since you’ll be wearing them to bed at the lake house, but, of course, it’s your decision, and I’ll respect any decision you make. In fact, if you decide you don’t want to wear the diapers at all, I’ll understand, and we can deal with any leaks that might happen.” Vivian rushed it all out in one breath, I just nodded, unsure of how to proceed. So, I guess this is it. But it wasn’t; we both just stood there awkwardly for a long moment. Is she waiting for you to go get changed? Maybe, but… But you’re waiting for her to offer to change you. Finally, Vivian cleared her throat and spoke again, “Sorry, I didn’t expect you to…” she paused, visibly choosing her next words, “…be so…amenable to the idea.” I tried to push down the panic that was slowly but steadily rising inside me and forced a smile, “Yeah, I mean…you’re right, best to get used to it now, so…” You’re still just standing there. So is she! I glanced back at my suitcases where both my pajamas and my diapers were hidden, then back at Vivian. “Um…” Vivian’s eyes widened in surprise, “oh! You probably want some privacy, right?” The exact opposite! I bit my lip, steeled my nerve, and shook my head. I tried to speak, but no sound came out when I did. I wasn’t sure what I was going to say anyway. “Or…” She began, then said nothing for an agonizingly long few seconds. “That is…if you’d like…I can…well,” I’d never seen Vivian this frazzled before, but it was clear she was nervous about this whole thing. What’s she got to be nervous about? Maybe she’s not really as okay with this as she says. Vivan took a deep breath and visibly composed herself, “Sorry, I guess I’m a little nervous; I just don’t want to upset or embarrass you. But, I was thinking…it’s just that, last weekend you said you had tried them but couldn’t quite put them on yourself, right?” I nodded. “So, if you want…then I could…” Say it, say it, please say it. “…help you,” she finished at last. Chapter Twenty-Four Oh, fuck, okay, stay calm, don’t seem to eager, just play it cool, okay? I swallowed hard. This had been exactly what I was hoping for but…now that it was here…could I…did I…was I sure…and…what if… Breath! I forced myself to exhale a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. “I, uh…” I said weakly. I didn’t want to sound too eager, but the problem was I wasn’t sure how I should sound. What was the appropriate tone of voice for this? Reluctant but accepting? Resigned, maybe? Something like that. She’s waiting for your answer still! “Um…” I bit my lip, lowered my gaze, and nodded my head. That would have to do. “Are you…sure?” It wasn’t entirely clearly to me whether Vivian was asking because she sensed my panic or because she herself was reluctant. Oh gods, what if she only offered to be nice but really doesn’t want to do this? “Are…you?” I asked back. Vivian smiled warmly and nodded, “of course, darling girl. I told you, I’ll do whatever you need me to do to make this as easy as possible for you. And if that means helping you with your…” she gestured to the suitcase, “you know, then I’m not only willing but even happy to.” She’s happy to diaper you. Calm down, she doesn’t mean it that way. I took a deep breath and nodded, “okay, let’s do it.” But I just kept standing there. Gods, I’m really starting to panic. This is what you wanted! Things are going well! Just stay calm, okay? “Well,” Vivian took a few steps towards me and gestured to the bed, “I guess…you lay down on the bed? And I’ll get your…from your suitcase?” A surprisingly strong sense of relief washed over me as Vivian took charge, even if she seemed a little unsure of herself. I nodded and quickly stepped over to the bed and sat down. Vivian gave me a reassuring smile, then moved to my suitcase and unzipped it. It took her no time at all to find the diapers, they took up a substantial amount of room in my suitcase after all, and only slightly longer to find a pair of pajamas—a simple pair of black shorts and matching cami. She approached the bed, placed the pajamas on the bed, and starting turning the bag of diapers over in her hands, looking for an opening. For a second, her face was pure confusion, then…surprise? She looked up at me and smiled. What was that? But before I could chase that thought, Vivian ripped open the package, and all my attention was back on her. I chewed on my bottom lip as she pulled the black, plastic-backed diaper out of the bag, then set the bag down. And then Vivian was standing in front of me with a diaper in her hands ready to put it on me. “Don’t worry,” she said with a smile, “this isn’t the first time I’ve done this.” I felt my cheeks heat up. At least she didn’t directly compare you to whatever babies she’s taken care of in the past. “Well, it’s mine,” and I laughed, surprising myself more than a little. “I’ll be gentle,” Vivian gave me a wink, then began unfolding the diaper. “I guess, take your pants off?” I stood back up again just long enough to unbutton pants and, hooking my thumbs under the hem of my panties, pulled down my pants and panties at the same time. Stepping out of them, I sat back down on the bed and looked up at Vivian expectantly. “Okay, um, scoot back just a little, and lay down, just like that, now, here, put your feet on the bed so you can…exactly, just like that! And I’ll just slide this under you, now down…no, up again, sorry, just need to adjust it, and back down? Okay, great,” I let Vivian guide me through the process without a word, simply following her instructions. Which, honestly, I might have needed. I felt nearly frozen with…panic? No, not quite. What’s the word for when you’re excited because one of your fantasies is literally coming true but you’re kind of overwhelmed by it and also maybe feel a little bit guilty by how you got here and worried you’re making a horrible mistake but despite all that are somehow so incredibly turned on. … You know you’re in deep when even your internal narrative is speechless. “Um, should I…use…powder?” Vivian asked cautiously, and I couldn’t have been more thankful that she’d left off the adjective. “I…didn’t bring any…” You didn’t even think about that. Vivian nodding, “we might want to get you some, but you’ll be okay for tonight.” And then she pulled the diaper up between my legs, and my heart skipped a beat. Or seven. Holding the diaper to my lower abdomen with one hand, Vivian grabbed on of the wings and pulled it tightly around my waist and fastened one of the tapes before repeating the process on the other. With that done, she quickly did the second tape on each side. And that it was all over. So much faster than when you do it. And so much nicer. “Does that feel…secure?” Vivian asked as she ran her fingers along the leak guards. I nodded. “Are you…okay?” There was more than a note of concern in her voice. I nodded. Surreal? No, but that’s really close. “Just…” I laughed weakly, “um, a little…not sure how to feel.” Vivian nodded, then gave a short laugh herself, “yeah, I get what you mean. Do you want to finish getting dressed yourself? I still need to finish getting ready for bed.” Vivian’s whole demeanor was so nonchalant that it made it hard to feel awkward about what had just happened. For all you could tell by the way she was acting, this was a perfectly normal and natural thing to have just happened. I could never overstate my gratefulness for that. “Yeah, I can do that part myself,” I smiled and sat up, already feeling more relaxed. Uncanny? It’s the center of the venn diagram between surreal, uncanny, and incredibly hot. Vivian leaned down, kissed me firmly on the lips, lingered for a moment, then stood back up. “I can’t wait to spend the next week with you, my little Lavender.” Her little pet name for me took on new meaning in this moment, and my cheeks turned scarlet. “Me too.” Vivian left the room, and I finished changing into my pajamas before climbing into bed and sliding under the covers. My diaper crinkled blissfully every step of the way. Vivian just diapered you. Vivian just diapered me! 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vincp44 500 Posted December 30, 2022 Share Posted December 30, 2022 Interesting story, that I just read completely. Well written! And like shydribbles I can't wait for the real coming out, so to say. You have a way of stretching things 😉 Quote Link to comment
ChelsInRibbons 317 Posted December 30, 2022 Author Popular Post Share Posted December 30, 2022 Chapter Twenty-Six The rest of our first day at the lake house passed largely without event. Vivian said nothing about my choice of underwear, which I was thankful for. We went to lunch at the diner our temporary landlord had recommended, went shopping, and then spent a quiet evening in. We made a simple dinner—salads with grilled chicken—and settled in on the couch for an evening of horror movies. It was almost a perfect evening. I was curled up and leaning against Vivian, drinking wine, watching scary movies (which I loved at the best of times but were only enhanced by being held by Vivian), and wearing a pull-up under my pajamas. I could think of a couple of things that would improve the evening—a sippy cup for my wine, a pacifier, a stuffy to cuddle, and thicker undergarments—but, all-in-all, it was a blissful night. Halfway through the second movie and halfway through the second bottle of wine, however, the inevitable happened—I had to pee. Just wet your pull-up, that’s what it’s for. I can’t just…casually wet myself while cuddling with Vivian! Why not? I…well…I just can’t, okay? But why not? That’s what the pull-ups are for; everyone here knows you are wearing pull-ups because you sometimes have accidents, so…just have an accident. I glanced up at Vivian from the corner of my eye, but she was absorbed in the movie. How on earth would I explain to her why I wet my pull-up? Just say you had an accident! It’s not complicated! But…wasn’t it? She would know I hadn’t like…tried very hard to make it to the potty if I don’t make a show of it… You’re over thinking this; she certainly isn’t going to think about it that hard. You have accidents, so have an accident. You’re the one who said you’d be able to commit to this! I said I’d be able to commit to wearing pull-ups full time! And that doesn’t include the occasional accident? If you don’t have any accidents, you won’t have an excuse to wear the pull-ups. Just say you didn’t notice. Oh! Or better yet, you got scared by the movie! I bit my lip. That could work. Gods, was I really going to do this? I glanced up at Vivian again, but she showed no signs that she was aware of the turmoil going on in my brain at that moment. “You okay, darling?” Vivian asked as I drew attention to myself shifting around to get into a more comfortable position in which to wet my pull-up. I nodded, “just had to readjust,” I told a half truth. I thought it would be hard; I thought some mental block would keep me from easily wetting my pull-up. Such mental blocks were no stranger to me. Anyone who has ever purposefully wet themselves can tell you that. Of course, I had plenty of practice overcoming them, so much so that under the best of circumstances I didn’t even have to try, but this was different. I had never wet myself while cuddling with someone, and I expected it to be hard. I expected to have to focus, to put real effort into releasing my bladder. So, imagine my surprise when warmth began flooding my pull-up effortlessly. Careful now, don’t flood it too much and leak. This was much harder than getting started. After an initial burst, I had to clench down, try to slow my stream, so I wouldn’t surpass the pull-ups ability to absorb liquid. This was, again, something I was practiced at, but I couldn’t help but feel a pang of longing for my diapers, which didn’t require so much effort. Still, before long my bladder was empty, my pull-up warm, soggy, and squishy, and my pajamas, not to mention the couch below me, perfectly dry. I sighed contentedly and snuggled into Vivian, who wrapped her arm around me and pulled me close. Now, this is bliss. I still missed my pacifier and sippy cup and everything else, but it was certainly getting closer to perfect. “What did you think?” Vivian asked almost an hour later as the credits began to roll. “Mm, I thought it was pretty good,” I said as I sat up and readjusted so I was looking at her. My pull-ups squished beneath me as I did, and I couldn’t help but savor the feeling. “The monster was kind of silly looking, though.” “I agree,” Vivian nodded and leaned forward to pour the last of the bottle of wine into our glasses. “Sadly, I think that’s the weak point of a lot of horror films; I think it’s more effective when you never see the monster, to be honest.” “Mhm! Whatever we imagine is always going to be scarier anyway!” Vivian and I quickly finished off the last of the wine as we discussed the movie. My biggest complaint about the movie was that it wasn’t scary enough to provide a probable alibi for my wet pull-up, though that particular critique went unvoiced. “Well,” Vivian said some time later, “shall we watch another one? Or perhaps there are…other activities we could get up to?” She smirked and raised one eyebrow before tossing back the last of her wine. “And what about another bottle of wine?” I smiled even as I was biting my lip and finished off my own wine. “Another bottle of wine, for sure. And then…I don’t know…” I spoke coyly and looked at Vivian through my eyelashes, “what else could we get up to?” Vivian chuckled and stood up, “why don’t I get us another bottle of wine and then we can figure it out.” I watched Vivian saunter out of the room—how did she manage to look elegant and sexy even in loose fitting pajamas? So, are you just going to keep sitting in your wet pull-up? Wait until bedtime? I was left in a bit of a conundrum concerning my pull-up. I could just go change—in fact, I’m pretty sure that was exactly what I would do if I actually needed the pull-ups and wasn’t just a diaper-loving degenerate. However, that was also the least fun option, not least of all because I would have to slink away, which would inevitably provoke questions that I was too embarrassed to have to answer. You can wet yourself while cuddled up to Vivian, but you can’t tell her you had an accident? Those two things are very different. It’s all part of wearing pull-ups full time. On the other hand, if I waited until bedtime to change, well…first of all, I knew I’d probably have to pee again before then, especially considering all the wine and the fact that I had broken the seal already. Secondly, it was likely that Vivian would change me into my night time diaper again—the thought filled me with anticipation—which means she’ll notice my wet pull-up then and I might have to explain why I sat in a wet pull-up for so long. Just lie and say it happened recently? Before I could consider my options too much, Vivian returned with a chilled bottle of white wine and filled both of our glasses. “So?” She asked as she poured, “Another movie? Or…something else?” I smiled over the rim of my wine glass and took a sip. “Mm, well, did you have anything in mind?” Vivian sat down next to me, crossed her legs, and sipped at her wine, seemingly deep in thought. “You know, my little Lavender,” she said lightly after a long pause as she reached over and gently stroked my cheek before pushing some stray hair behind my ear, “maybe we should just…enjoy each other’s company, what do you think?” I smiled and scooted closer to her on the couch, pressing my body against hers, and in response Vivian wrapped her arm around me and held me close. “That could be nice,” I sipped my wine and then leaned forward to set it on the coffee table before settling back. “I feel like it’s been so long since we’ve properly…enjoyed each other’s company,” I said, using her euphemism. Vivian reached out with the hand that wasn’t holding my body close to hers and cupped my cheek, “you’re so gorgeous, darling,” she said before leaning in and gently kissing me. I kissed back harder, wanting more, but she pulled away with a playful laugh; I made a whining protest in my throat as I bit my lip. “Someone’s eager, aren’t they?” I let go of my lip and exhaled, long and slow, “you’re teasing me,” I accused playfully. She gently grabbed my chin and placed her thumb on my lower lip; I shuddered and wrapped my lips around the tip of her thumb—half-way between sucking her thumb and kissing it. “Oh, darling,” she said softly, “I’m not teasing you, just…drawing things out.” “Teasing,” I said softly, distantly—something about the way she was holding my chin made me brain go foggy, and I was quickly becoming drunk on her touches. “Mmm,” Vivian sounded amused, “and what would you have me do, my little Lavender?” “Kiss me?” She leaned, shifting her hand from grabbing my chin to cupping my cheek, and kissed me, long and slow. Then with increasing intensity. I started to whine as she seemed to be pulling away, but she just laughed, bit my lip—I shuddered and gasped in surprise and pleasure—and began kissing me with newly invigorated passion. And then Vivian was on top of me, straddling me and pressing my against the back of the couch, her hair draped around me as she held my face with both hands and kissed me needfully, her tongue darting and running over my lips. One of my hands settled on her hip while the other played up and down her side before finally making its way to her chest. I played with Vivian’s nipple through her shirt, and she moaned against my mouth. You’re making out with Vivian while wearing a wet pull-up. I squeezed my thighs together gently, squishing the pull-up between then and pressing the wet garment against my most sensitive parts. I was making out with Vivian in a wet pull-up, and she had no idea. Vivian ran her hand through my hair, gently at first, but then she closed her fist and gently pulled my hair. I inhaled sharply and let me head be yanked back; then Vivian’s mouth was against my neck, sucking and biting even as she maintained gentle pressure on my hair—not enough to truly hurt, but enough to give the sensation of having my hair pulled. My fingers trailed from her hip, around her thigh, to trace a line up and down the hem of her panties, gently teasing her. She rocked her hips to give me better access, but I went no farther than tracing her panty lines. “Now who’s teasing?” She stopped sucking on my neck to whisper directly in my ear, then nipped at my earlobe. “Be a good girl and touch me.” “Touch you where?” I said with a smirk, echoing the game she had played the last time we were making out on my couch—right before I pissed myself. “Tell me where, exactly.” “Mmm, you’re playing a dangerous game, my little Lavender,” she warned, then gently ran her tongue around the outside of my ear—a little moan of pleasure escaped my lips. “Be a good girl and touch me,” she repeated with my force, “and maybe I’ll reward you, do you understand, my little Lavender?” I swallowed hard and nodded, “yes, mis—” I cut myself over before I could finish the three-word phrase I had uttered so many times in my imagination. “Hmm? What was that?” Vivian asked, clearly picking up on the extra half syllable. I shook my head, “yes, Vivian,” I said, and complied, beginning to slowly rub Vivian’s lips through her panties—I felt her muscles tighten for a moment as she gasped, then slowly relax as she exhaled. “Uh uh,” she spoke a little breathlessly, “you were going to say something else, what were you going to say, darling? Be a good girl now and don’t like.” I was blushing furiously and stammered wordlessly for a moment before I could find words, “it’s just…I was going to say…” “Go on,” Vivian was rocking her hips back and forth in time with my hand. I pressed against her clit, and she gasped but maintained her cool—more importantly, she maintained focus. “Keep going, Lavender, but you can’t distract me, tell me what you were going to say.” She was breathing slow and deep, but still had a mischievous look on her face. “Come on, now, or you won’t get a treat.” If my face got any warmer, I was sure I was going to burst into flames. Think of something else, what could you have been saying? Yes, miss…no, not miss, what else starts with m…my love? “I just…uhm…yes, my love?” I ventured. “Is that really what you were going to say?” Vivian asked with more than a hint of suspicion. “One more chance to be a good girl, little Lavender.” “I…” I bit my lip and locked eyes with Vivian for a long moment. Just tell her; she’s making out with you while you’re wearing a wet pull-up, how badly is she really going to react to you calling her ‘Miss Vivian’? She doesn’t know I’m in a wet pull-up… If only I hadn’t been so terribly horny in the moment, I might have been able to think of a way around admitting what I had said, but I was cornered. I broke eye contact with Vivian and looked away, there was no way I could say it while making eye contact like that. “I said,” I began cautiously, “or…was going to say…uhm…yes…Miss Vivian…” Vivian’s lips curled into a grin, “So…say it.” I snapped my head back to look at her, my face a picture of surprise. “W-what?” “Say it,” she repeated with a tone of finality. “Yes…yes, Miss Vivian,” I stammered. “That’s right, my good girl,” she stroked my cheek gently, “and you’ll do anything Miss Vivian tells you to, isn’t that right?” Hearing Vivian refer to herself as ‘Miss Vivian’ sent a shiver through my whole body. I liked my lips and nodded. Smiling, she slid of my lap backwards and stood up in front of me. “I’m so glad to hear that, darling, because you’re going to make Miss Vivian feel very good, aren’t you?” She slowly removed her pajama pants as she did, revealing a simple, unadorned pair of black bikini panties. I couldn’t help but blush at the disparity between our undergarments. I nodded eagerly. “Of course, you are,” she said as she sat back down on the couch, facing me with her back pressed against the arm of the chair. “Take my panties off,” she directed. Shifting around so I was facing her, I reached out and hooked my fingers around the waistband of her panties on either side and began to slowly slide them down her legs. Vivian lifted her hips just enough for me to slid them out from under her, then settled back down. “You’re so good at following directions,” Vivian praised. “Now,” she reached out with both hands and grabbed my hair on either side of my head, then pulled my head down between her legs, “I trust my little Lavender knows what to do, yes?” Vivian’s hips bucked forward as I began running my tongue up her lips before working through her folds to find her clitoris. She moaned and arched her back as I began spelling out my name against her clit with my tongue. “Good girl,” Vivian moaned the words, elongating them with at least a dozen extra vowels each, and began to play with my hair, alternating between gently running her fingers through it and softly yanking on handfuls. My own parts throbbed against the inside of my pull-up, and even as I licked and sucked and let my tongue play games between Vivian’s thighs, my hand ventured down between my own and pressed the wet padding firmly against my skin. I rocked my own hips against my hand, rubbing the piss-soaked padding against myself. Yes, Miss Vivian. The words were burned in my head. My good girl. Every nerve in my body vibrated with those words. Lost in the moment as I was, everything else faded away until it was just Vivian and me. All I knew was her taste, her smell, the sound of her breathing and her occasional murmurs of encouragement, and the feeling of her hands in my hair and the wet pull-up against my skin. Minutes passed, perhaps hours, perhaps lifetimes. Vivian’s hands tightened their grip on my hair and I felt her whole body begin to tense; she was close. Reluctantly, I stopped rubbing my own padding and let my hand drift upwards where I plunged my fingers inside Vivian. She gasped and made a high-pitched sound as I pushed her over the edge; her whole body shuddering, muscles tensing and loosening. She held me so close to her so tightly that I thought I might suffocate, but it never even occurred to me to slow down or resist, I simply kept working my tongue against her and moving my fingers in and out as Vivian cried out. Slowly, slowly, Vivian’s cries turned to whimpers, turned deep, slow breaths as her body relaxed, melting into the couch. I sat up, wiping juices from my face and grinning, “I did good?” “You did very good, my little Lavender,” Vivian laughed breathlessly, “very good.” “Time for my treat?” Vivian smirked, “didn’t you already get your treat?” I pouted, “no?” “So, you weren’t touching yourself for most of that?” Vivian cocked an eyebrow at me, and my face flushed. “But! That was…I mean…you didn’t say I couldn’t,” I pouted, and Vivian laughed. “Don’t worry,” Vivian sat up and pushed me back until I was leaning against the opposite arm of the couch, “you’ll get yours; I’m just teasing.” Vivian hovered over me, her hair falling all around my face. She looked down at me, smiling hungrily. Her brushed my knee and then her fingertips were gently trailing their way up my inner thigh toward— Your wet fucking pull-up. Oh god. “Vivian, I…” Vivian’s face flashed a moment of surprise that quickly faded to concern, and her hand quickly withdrew. “Lavender? What is it? Are you okay?” She was still hovering over me but she held her body rigid and as far from me as possible. “Yeah, I…um…” What was I supposed to say? My pull-up is wet? “What’s going on, darling?” Vivian asked. I bit my lip and nodded. “I just…” Frustration welled up in my chest. The worst part was it was my fault; I could have gotten changed earlier, like when I had first wet myself. Or just not wet yourself in the first place. Or even put on the pull-up. And now you’ve ruined your sex life because you wanted to pretend you’re incontinent. “Lavender,” Vivian’s gentle voice brought me back to the moment. I looked up; her expression was soft and warm. “Darling,” she gave me a knowing smile, “I already know…” I knew what she meant immediately, and my face went scarlet. The problem was, she thought she knew, but she only knew half the truth. I bit my lip and exhaled deeply. Maybe…try being honest for once? “I’m…wet?” I muttered weakly. “You’re…? Oh.” Vivian said, confusion turning to understanding, to surprise. “Oh!” “I’m sorry, I—” “Lavender,” Vivian interrupted me, “were you wet when you were touching yourself earlier?” My stomach dropped. I nodded. Why did you nod? I don’t know! Why did you nod?! I panicked! But Vivian…Vivian was smirking. Slowly, she crept back over me, her hair washing against me, until her face was above mine. “If you don’t care,” she said as her hand brushed past my thighs, “then why should I?” She pressed her hand against my wet pull-up and my breath caught in my throat. I looked up at her with surprise and lust, my lip caught between my teeth. “I told you, my little Lavender,” she whispered, “none of this bothers me.” Her fingers rhythmically pressed the soaked padding against me, and I rocked my hips in time, my breaths quick and shallow. “And I love you.” Everything stopped. I looked up at Vivian, my eyes wide. “Yeah?” “Yeah,” she nodded. “Yeah.” I nodded. “I…I love you too.” “Yeah?” Her smile absolutely lit her face up. “Yeah!” I laughed. And then she was kissing me, and her hand was working furiously against my pull-up, and my hips moved instinctively, and time stretched out or compressed or maybe looped back on itself a few times but then the world exploded into starlight and sound and a ragged cry was ripped from my throat as I clawed at Vivian’s back and then everything was white, then black, no, my eyes were just closed, tears poured down my cheeks as I opened them. I looked up at Vivian and a swell of emotion rose in my chest, threatening to turn into a fit of joyful sobbing, but I fought it down, and smiled weakly instead. “I love you.” I repeated. “I love you, my little Lavender.” PrincessEsther, vincp44, For The Peeple and 10 others 6 7 Quote Link to comment
analogrto 39 Posted December 30, 2022 Share Posted December 30, 2022 Ok, that was erotic as hell. For deviants like us, that is insanely good. vincp44 and Mando948 2 Quote Link to comment
LavenderTears 0 Posted December 31, 2022 Share Posted December 31, 2022 (edited) This is for sure one of the better stories I've ever read. There's something about it that keeps pulling me back, the dynamic between the two is not only incredibly well portrayed, but also very believable and that's what draws me to this story. I wanted to ask if you have other buying options? Kindle is unfortunately not available in my region, and I'd love to support you and get to read the full version! Edited January 2, 2023 by LavenderTears I'd love for this comment to be approved. I'm not sure if I'm still under moderation because it's a new account, I assure you nothing is wrong with me. Just trying to support this writer! <3 (see edit history) Quote Link to comment
xixi 167 Posted December 31, 2022 Share Posted December 31, 2022 Very hot chapter, and top notch writing, as usual! The choice at the end of the last chapter did really pay off. Quote Link to comment
Big Girl Stacy 926 Posted December 31, 2022 Share Posted December 31, 2022 This story is so fucking good. Thank you for all the work you put into this, it's just so erotic and passionate and well-delivered. You're gonna have a lot of fans on this site, myself included. Quote Link to comment
ChelsInRibbons 317 Posted January 2, 2023 Author Popular Post Share Posted January 2, 2023 On 12/31/2022 at 5:14 PM, Big Girl Stacy said: This story is so fucking good. Thank you for all the work you put into this, it's just so erotic and passionate and well-delivered. You're gonna have a lot of fans on this site, myself included. That's some high praise! Thank you so much; I'm so glad you're enjoying it! Chapter Twenty-Seven The next morning, I awoke to an empty bed. I sat up, my diaper crinkling and squishing beneath me, and rubbed my eyes. Vivian was probably already up and had breakfast prepared. But as I shuffled sleepily out of the master bedroom, I heard the sound of typing coming from somewhere in the house. Following the sound, I quickly found Vivian posted up at a desk in one of the bedrooms with a typewriter of all things—the quintessential picture of the author. “Morning,” I said softly from the doorway. Vivian jumped a little in her seat before turning around, exhaling heavily, “Lavender, you scared me a little.” “Sorry,” I smiled apologetically as I walked into the room and sat on the twin-sized bed. “Whatcha doing?” “Writing,” Vivian said simply, gesturing to the typewriting, “I guess you could say inspiration hit. I couldn’t wait to get out of bed this morning and start writing, I haven’t even had breakfast yet,” she said the last part in a conspiratorial whisper. “You’re not doing work, are you?” I asked, remembering how she had chided me for suggesting I might get some work done on our vacation. Vivian giggled, “not at all, I promise.” “Then let me make us some breakfast,” I said as I stood up, “and you keep writing, okay?” “You’re going to make breakfast?” Vivian asked uncertainly, “Lavender, you’ve as much as admitted to me that you don’t know how to cook.” I huffed. “I can toast a bagel and cut up some fruit! It’s not the fanciest breakfast, but…still…” Vivian smiled appreciatively, “that sounds lovely, thank you.” “Of course,” I smiled back at her then turned to the door, “one bagel and fruit, coming right up!” “Oh, but Lavender?” Vivian called as I was walking out of the room, “You should probably change first.” My face was suddenly very hot—I hadn’t even thought twice about walking around in my soaked diaper. “I was just about to do that!” I lied, then dashed out of the room and back to the master bedroom. You’re getting a little too comfortable wearing wet padding around Vivian… She doesn’t seem to care. Especially not after last night. Last night… I sighed dreamily as I ripped the tapes off my diaper and deposited it in the trashcan in the en suite bathroom. Last night had been magical. Changed into a fresh pull-up, I made my way to the kitchen and whipped us up some breakfast—a toasted bagel with cream cheese for Vivian and one with hummus for me, plus some strawberries for both of us. Vivian took a break from writing to eat with me on the back patio. I was dying of curiosity about what Vivian was writing, but I refrained from asking about it, trusting Vivian to share it with me when and if she wanted. So, instead, we made small talk, mostly about our plans for the day—Vivian wanted to spend the day writing, so I was left to entertain myself. When we finished breakfast, Vivian went back to her typewriter while I cleaned up our dishes. With everything cleaned up, I set about finding something to do. I thought about curling up on the back patio with a book, or maybe even rowing out onto the lake and enjoying my book out in the early summer sun, but, instead, I found myself wandering through the house. I had given the place a quick once over when we had arrived, but now I was really looking through everything. I wasn’t looking for anything in particular, I was just bored and curious. In the living room, I found a stash of board game, many of my childhood favorites amongst the title, and I made a mental note to bug Vivian to play some of them with me. I also found a collection of DVDs and books, the titles so eclectic it was clear that much of the collection had been accumulated from forgetful temporary tenants. The rest of the house had very little of any real interest, and I was close to giving up my search entirely until I came across a bedroom that was very clearly intended for children. The room had a set of bunk beds and, I blushed to see, a crib and changing table. At least the landlords thought to provide for families. Beyond that, the room had a bookcase that was stuffed full of various children’s books, more board games, and toys of all sorts. A toy chest sat next to the bookcase and right in front of a window that looked out over the lake; it was also full of toys and stuffed animals. It was clear this collection was also at least supplemented by the leftovers of the countless families that had passed through this house. And then I found the real jackpot. Opening the folding closet doors, I found huge plastic containers absolutely full of Legos. My eyes went wide, and my face lit up. It took me multiple trips to carry it all out into the living room, where I had a lot more floor space, but before long I had pulled out all the containers and had them set up in a semi-circle in the living room. And so morning slid into afternoon; warm sunlight streamed through the living room windows, illuminating my playspace, and so gradually did it fade that I didn’t even notice I was squinting in the dark to see the Lego pieces. By the time the sun set, leaving the living room to be lit by only a single table lamp that did little to fight off the encroaching darkness, I had built myself a giant castle out of mismatched blocks, but there was something regal in its patchwork color palette. I was just sitting back on my heels, admiring my work and decided what to build next, when bright light flooded the room. I cried out in surprise and squeezed my eyes shut behind my hands. “Sorry,” Vivian said, “I should have warned you first.” I blinked a few times to adjust to the light and looked over at Vivian, who was standing just inside the doorway by the light switch. “You look like you’re having fun though.” I couldn’t help but blush a little. Sure, Vivian changed my diaper, but she thought I couldn’t help that. But here she was, having just caught me in the middle of playing with children’s toys. “Yeah,” I confirmed bashfully, “I haven’t played with Legos in…well, not since I was a little kid.” Which was true, but I had already promised myself to look into buying myself some Legos to play with at home. “It’s a lovely castle,” Vivian said genuinely, then added, “Are you the princess?” With a bit of a teasing smile. I wasn’t sure whether to laugh and play along or pout—different parts of me wanted to do both in equal measure. “Of course, I am,” I said finally with a huff, as if it was the dumbest question ever asked. “Of course, you are,” Vivian repeated. “How’s you writing going?” I asked after a moment of silence. “It’s…going really well,” Vivian walked into the living room, skirting around my Lego bins, and sat down on the couch. “I…well, I’m sorry I left you alone all day to work on this,” she raised the stack of paper in her hand. It was the first time I had noticed she was holding it, and I couldn’t help but stare at it with intense curiosity. “Is it…done?” “No…yes? Maybe…it’s…well, it’s not the best thing I’ve ever written. It was a bit rushed, honestly, but I guess I just really wanted to get all my thoughts out as quickly as possible. So, I guess…maybe the rough draft is done? I don’t know if I’ll ever bother editing this one though.” Her tone of voice was subdued, as if she was exhausted, or maybe nervous. Was she just tired from writing all day? “Is it…like the stories you used to write on those forums?” I asked, recalling the conversation we had just a couple days before in her kitchen. She smiled, “Yeah, it is.” “Did you have fun writing it?” Her smiled faltered, “It was…difficult to write, if I’m being honest. But I think I needed to write it, and I feel better having done so.” “Well,” I said, unsure of exactly how to react, “I guess that’s good?” “It is,” she looked up at me and smiled. “Lavender, um…I’d like to share it with you?” My heart skipped a beat; I had a sense of how important this was to her, how vulnerable she was being by even offering. “Are you sure?” “No,” she laughed, “but…yes.” She held out the bundle of papers, but I didn’t take it. “I don’t want you to show me because you feel like you have to.” “But I do have to,” Vivian said, “because I wrote this for you. And maybe writing it was a mistake, but I wrote it for you, and you have to read it. Just…please, don’t judge until you get to the end.” “You wrote it for me?” I asked incredulously. “To say things I need to say but can’t bring myself to say out loud.” “That sounds…ominous,” I took a deep breath, “was…last night a mistake?” “What? No!” Vivian shook her head emphatically. “No, it wasn’t a mistake. But…I’ve made other mistakes, Lavender, and after last night…I have to correct them. And I just hope…I just hope you won’t regret last night once I do. So…please, Lavender, I love you, I really do, and I want you to remember that as you read this, okay?” I reached out and gently took the papers. “Okay,” I said simply, then added, “I love you too, and nothing that’s in these pages is going to change that.” Vivian smiled weakly, “we’ll see.” “Should I read it in private?” “No,” Vivian said, “do it here. I…want to see how you react in the moment.” “Okay,” nervously, I looked down at the pages in my hand, and started reading. The story was about a professor, a doctoral advisor, who had invited their advisee to their home for dinner. She did it against it her best judgement; she knew it was a mistake, but she was so…enraptured with the young student. She was nervous that night, so she drank, and encouraged her student to do the same to cover for how nervous she was. And maybe, just maybe, if she was being honest with herself, because she was hoping someone would get drunk enough to make the first move. But then she awoke the next morning and lay in bed racked with guilt for how she had acted. Slowly, she peeled herself out of bed and made her way to the guest room, intending to the tell the girl, her student, that she was sorry, and that perhaps this had all been a mistake. But then…then she found her in a wet bed. She immediately went to comfort the girl, twisted up as she was between feeling guilty for putting the girl in this predicament and her…secret desires. The professor, you see, had always wanted a little girl of her own—not in a maternal way, but in a kinky way. The professor fought with herself after that day: she wanted her student more than ever but she still knew it was wrong. Not to mention, she was racked with guilt for how her student’s bedwetting, something that must be so humiliating and shameful for her, was something so arousing to her. But, she reasoned with herself, she could get a small slice of her desires fulfilled just by being with a girl she was already enamored with and being kind and supportive about her condition—was that so underhanded? I looked up at Vivian. “No,” she said, “don’t say anything, just finish reading, okay?” But I shook my head. I knew what was coming next, and I didn’t want to relive that, not as full of emotion as I was. I felt like I was about to burst in a fit of laughter or sobbing, I wasn’t sure which. Besides, I had read everything I needed to know. “Lavender,” Vivian said, “please? Read it, for me?” I shook my head again and looked up at her, smiling, tears forming in my eyes, “I faked the accidents,” I admitted, “or most of them, not the first one, the first time I wet the bad that is, that was a genuine accident, but after that…the rest of them? I either put myself in a position where I knew I was going to have an accident or outright did it on purpose, all because…because…all I’ve ever wanted was to be someone’s little girl.” I watched Vivian’s face transform with surprise and confusion and understanding and, finally, joy. “Will you…be my little girl, Lavender?” I nodded, tears rolling down my checks, “yes, of course.” OldWetGuy, TheOwl, johnnyzboyz and 7 others 3 2 5 Quote Link to comment
For The Peeple 25 Posted January 3, 2023 Share Posted January 3, 2023 This story is amazing! the build up was perfect, with Vivian's little tells that foreshadowed something else was going on but was left mysterious until the last moment, I love how the characters are fleshed out just the right amount! Thank you for sharing this beautiful creation with us! Quote Link to comment
ChelsInRibbons 317 Posted January 5, 2023 Author Share Posted January 5, 2023 On 12/30/2022 at 7:32 PM, LavenderTears said: I wanted to ask if you have other buying options? Kindle is unfortunately not available in my region, and I'd love to support you and get to read the full version! First of all, thank you so much for reading! And thank you so, so much for wanting to support me! Right now, kindle is the only option to buy the full story and support me financially (and, look, I'm an adjunct professor, so while I don't do this for the money, it's a nice benefit!). For part two of this story (more on that below), I might look into what other options I have. If anyone reading this has suggestions of how else I might do that, please let me know! Now, before we get to today’s new chapters, someone on dailydiapers asked if this was the end or if yall could expect more of Lavender and Vivian’s adventures, so I thought I’d address it here as well. After today’s chapters, I’ll be posting another update in another day or two with the last two chapters and epilogue, so, sadly, The Life and Humiliations of Lavender Fairchild, or A Tale of Diapers and Doctorates is rapidly coming to a close. However! I’ve already begun work on The Life and Humiliations of Lavender Fairchild Part II, or [Subtitle Pending]…or possibly The Life and Further Humiliations of Lavender Fairchild, or [Subtitle Pending], I haven’t decided which title to go with for the sequel. So you get today’s admittedly short chapters, a few more chapters in a day or two, and then the story will be going on a hopefully not too long hiatus before returning. I can’t tell you much about the sequel, but I will say I intend for it to be more focused on their play while still trying to retain the wholesome vibes of this one. Okay! As always, thank you all for your support and kind words, and without further ado… Chapter Twenty-Eight I did eventually read the rest of the story; Vivian insisted. And so I sat in our temporary shared bed and read the rest of it while Vivian took a post-coital shower. The details are just for me but suffice to say that it was an…illuminating read. Not to mention how reading through the history of our relationship from Vivian’s perspective felt almost surreal. While I was busy worrying that my lies were leading Vivian down a rabbit hole of accidents and pull-ups and diaper changes, Vivian had been busy worrying she was pushing a girl struggling with a growing incontinence issue to drastic solutions because of her own desires. I couldn’t help but laugh as the professor in the story struggled with her own suspicions that maybe I was more into what was happening than I let on, picking up on little clues I hadn’t realized I had dropped. I had finished the story and was re-reading some of my favorite parts when Vivian emerged from the bathroom. “So?” She asked, an edge of nervousness in her voice, “what did you think?” “From a literary standpoint,” I said teasingly, “it’s not as good as A Restoration of Rainbows, but…I think it might be my favorite thing you’ve ever written.” Vivian smiled and climbed into bed next to me, still naked from the shower. “And I wrote it all for you,” she said, “no one else will ever get to read it.” I smiled affectionately at her. Gods, I loved this woman. “I wondered, sometimes, if maybe…you were into it too…” Vivian laughed, “I guess we should have just been honest with each other from the beginning, huh?” “Yeah,” I agreed with a laugh, “but…I think it makes for a pretty good story.” Vivian leaned over, cupped my check with her hand, and kissed me softly, tenderly. “I love you, my little Lavender.” “I love you too, Miss Vivian.” “Now,” she said with a mischievous grin as she got out of bed, “I think it’s time I got my little girl in a diaper, don’t you think?” I smiled and nodded, “I’d like that, Miss Vivian.” And we lived happily ever after. Chapter Twenty-Nine Of course, that’s not the end of the story. The rest of our vacation was a whirlwind of all the conversations we should have been having all along but were too afraid to have. Not to mention a lot of kinky sex; but I’ll save those stories for another time. Suffice to say, I didn’t wear panties for the rest of the vacation, we even had to order more diapers—Vivian even paid a premium for overnight shipping to make sure we wouldn’t run out. When the week was over, Vivian took me back to my apartment, where I showed her everything—all my pacifiers, my sippy cups, my onesies, everything. And she cooed over how cute I would look in everything I showed her. When we left the apartment, we brought the chest of secrets with us. We soon arrived at Vivian’s house, where there were multiple packages waiting at the front door. “I had to do a lot of shopping to get ready to have my little girl spend the summer with me,” Vivian explained as we carried the boxes inside. And so I settled into to stay with Vivian for the summer. We knew we couldn’t continue to live together once the semester started, it was too risky, but for that summer, we could do whatever we wanted. So, we did, and I spent the summer as Vivian’s little girl. Sure, I also got some work done on my dissertation, but I did it with a thick diaper wrapped around my waist and a pacifier in my mouth. Sure, it felt a little weird writing my dissertation in such a state, but…the duality of man and all that. All in all, I was perhaps the happiest I had ever been over those few months. Everything was blissful and perfect…and then the new semester was almost upon us. Moving all of my stuff back to my apartment—minus a stash of little stuff to keep at Vivian’s house for our Friday nights together—was bittersweet, but we knew it had to be done. And when it was, we both sat down in my living room with boxes of Chinese take out for our last meal together at my apartment. Elyse wasn’t supposed to be home for another two days, so imagine my surprise when the front door opened halfway through dinner. My chopsticks clattered to the floor as Vivian and I looked up at Elyse. “So,” she spoke into the uncomfortable silence, “this explains where you’ve been.” “W-what do you mean?” I stammered out. “We were just…Vivian and I were discussing my dissertation and—” “Oh, stop it,” Elyse interrupted me, “I’ve been home for a week, Lavender, where have you been? You think I wouldn’t notice half your stuff was missing from the apartment?” “You…what? No, you weren’t supposed to come home for another couple of days!” I said, as if that would change anything. “You got the dates wrong,” Elyse replied simply. “So, what, you two have been living together over the summer?” She asked accusatorily. “Elyse,” Vivian spoke up, “I assure you, it’s nothing quite so inappropriate as that,” she lied. “I think you should probably leave, Professor Devereux,” Elyse said flatly. Silence stretched out in our little apartment. Vivian looked over at me, but I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t want her to go, but maybe it was for the best right that second. She set her chopsticks down and gathered up her stuff without a word. “I’ll talk to you later, Lavender,” she said as she approached the front door, walking past Elyse to do it. I nodded and gave her a look that I hoped conveyed how sorry I was. “Elyse, I—” “Don’t,” she interrupted me again, “I don’t want to hear whatever lies or excuses you’re going to give to me. You’ve been living with your advisor, Lavender, do you know how bad that is? Do you know what’s going to happen if anyone else finds out?” “Are you…going to turn us in?” “Maybe I should,” Elyse said, and it sent a dagger of ice through my heart. “But…” the word lingered in the air as Elyse walked into the living room and flopped down on the opposite side of the couch from me, “but maybe not.” “Please don’t,” I said quietly. “You’ve worked so hard to get where you are right now, Lavender, in this program, with your fellowship. Is Vivian really worth risking all of that? Because if anyone finds out that you’ve been sleeping with your professor, you might.” I fidgeted with my hands without looking up at Elyse. Elyse sighed deeply, “maybe they won’t,” she admitted, “I don’t really know what they’ll do, but one of you will have to take the fall for it. At least one of you.” “I…love her,” I said weakly. “Enough to risk everything?” “I think so…I don’t know…” Elyse shook her head and sighed again, “then maybe you should turn yourself in.” She stood up and started walking towards her bedroom, “Maybe if you do, they’ll be lenient.” And then she left me to sit alone with my thoughts, and I was deep in them. I barely slept that night; my anxiety and churning thoughts kept me awake. I also didn’t hear from Vivian that night, which only worsened my anxiety. Instead of sleeping, I lay awake in bed staring at the ceiling and imagining all the horrible ways this conundrum could end. I didn’t want to break things off with Vivian—I could never bring myself to do that—but I was so proud of my educational career and knew I also could never blow my chance at getting my doctorate, especially not when I was so close. Was Elyse right? Should I turn us in? They’d probably make me stop dating Vivian, but that wasn’t an option. But if they somehow found out, it would probably be even worse. I racked my brain all night trying to figure a way out of this mess. But as morning came, I was no closer to knowing where to go from here. And then my phone went off. “Hello?” I didn’t recognize the number. “Ms. Fairchild?” “Speaking.” “Good morning, Ms. Fairchild,” the voice on the other end spoke formally, “this is Dr. Delores Abernathy calling.” Dr. Abernathy—the director of my program. “Yes,” I replied, my heart beating in my throat, “how can I help you, Dr. Abernathy?” “I know it’s short notice, but I was hoping you’d be able to come by my office this afternoon, we have a…delicate but important matter to discuss.” “Sure, I can do that,” I replied, then took a deep breath. “May I…may I ask what this is about?” “It’s about your relationship with Professor Devereux.” My stomach fell through the floor. For The Peeple, YuriChaosLord, PrincessEsther and 2 others 5 Quote Link to comment
xixi 167 Posted January 7, 2023 Share Posted January 7, 2023 On 1/5/2023 at 4:42 PM, ChelsInRibbons said: I think it makes for a pretty good story It certainly does, and it also makes it kinda meta, doesn't it? - I was hoping Elyse would experience a change of heart over nigth - I mean, it might be questionable, but, even if Vivian favored Lavander, she would still have to defend her thesis, there's only so much her advisor could do for her - , but it seems she didn't. Either that or Vivian turned herself in. I'm anxiously waiting for the conclusion, thanks for you excellent work Quote Link to comment
ChelsInRibbons 317 Posted January 7, 2023 Author Popular Post Share Posted January 7, 2023 Chapter Thirty I wrung my hands nervously as I sat outside the director’s office, waiting for her to call me in. Who told? I knew it wasn’t Elyse. Or if it was, she was a much better liar than I would have ever given her credit for. Which is to say, I accused her, in very strong words, and she swore it wasn’t her. I don’t know why, she was the prime and only suspect, but I believed her. There had been a sincerity to her denial that I couldn’t ignore. So, who was it? Someone must have seen us. Another professor maybe, or another student. They must have seen us out together sometime this summer. We hadn’t been careful enough. But that means they probably don’t know for certain; we can deny everything. That was the plan. My relationship with Viv—I mean, Professor Devereux was strictly professional. Not a hint of impropriety. I had tried to call Vivian after I got off the phone with Dr. Abernathy, but she hadn’t answered. And she hadn’t answered any of my texts since then either. I was just sending another one, updating Vivian that I was about to talk to Dr. Abernathy and assuring her I would deny everything, when the door opened. “Ms. Fairchild? Come on in, please.” I stood up and followed Dr. Abernathy into her office. Dr. Abernathy was a short and round woman and frumpy looking in that quintessential eccentric professor kind of way. But she had a warm smile and kind eyes beneath her horn-rimmed glasses. Her office was cluttered with such a random assortment of knick-knacks that seemed a perfect match for her. “Please,” she said as she gestured to a seat in front of her desk, “have a seat.” Then she made her way around her desk and plopped down in her own chair. I took a seat but said nothing. “Well,” she began after spending a moment getting situated behind her desk, “I’m sorry we’re starting the semester off on such a…well, perhaps awkward is the best word, starting off with an awkward situation. But…” she raised her hands palm upwards, but didn’t finish the sentiment. Deny everything. “I’m not sure what situation you mean, Dr. Abernathy,” I said flatly. She pursed her lips slightly and looked at me, taking my measure. “Lavender,” she said finally, “I’m sure your instinct here is to protect yourself and perhaps even Professor Devereux, but…” she sighed and spread her upturned palms again, “I’m afraid the time for that is past. I’m well aware of the nature of your and Professor Devereux’s relationship.” I bit my lip. She seems…pretty sure… “At this point,” Dr. Abernathy continued when I didn’t respond, “denying the relationship is just going to make things…complicated.” I nodded, maybe she was right, I guess it depended on how much she actually knew. Maybe she’s bluffing; she’s trying to get you to admit it. “What…what happens next?” I asked neutrally, neither confirming nor denying. Dr. Abernathy chewed the inside of her cheek and looked at me from across her desk for a long, awkward moment. “I suppose, Lavender, that depends on you. I already have Professor Devereux’s account of things—” “You’ve already spoken with her?” I interrupted. Dr. Abernathy nodded, “Yes, of course, she’s already told me everything.” Everything? “Everything?” “Unless there’s something you’d like to add to or correct about her account of things.” “What’s…what’s her account of things?” “I’m more interested in your account of things, Ms. Fairchild.” This made things more complicated. What did they have on us that Vivian told them everything? And what, exactly, does everything entail? “Let’s try it this way,” Dr. Abernathy said, “what is the nature of your relationship with Professor Devereux?” “Professional,” I said immediately, then added, “…and romantic, I suppose,” I was beginning to understand that denial was not a viable strategy here, but maybe, just maybe, I could mitigate the damage. “Sexual?” Dr. Abernathy prompted. “Yes.” “And when did this relationship begin?” “Towards the end of the Spring Semester.” “Mhm,” Dr. Abernathy had taken out a notebook and was taking quick notes, “and…who instigated the relationship and under what terms?” “I…I’m not sure I understand what you mean by ‘under what terms.’” Dr. Abernathy set her pen down and looked at me, “Did Professor Devereux…promise you anything in exchange for your…affections?” “No,” I said adamantly, “not at all.” Dr. Abernathy sighed. “And who was the first to suggest the relationship become more than professional?” I thought hard about that before answering honestly, “I’m…not sure…” “So, at no time did Professor Devereux tell you that she would fail you if you didn’t sleep with her? At no point did she suggest that you would have to sleep with her to receive your doctorate from this program?” “No!” Anger was boiling in me, who the fuck had told Dr. Abernathy any of this? “None of that happened!” “Okay,” Dr. Abernathy said, “no need to get upset, Ms. Fairchild, I’m on your side here.” Your side? What does that mean? “Dr. Abernathy,” I said, feeling frustrated and exasperated, “I don’t know who told you about Professor Devereux’s and mine relationship, but that isn’t how it happened at all. I know what we did was wrong, but…it wasn’t anything like that, okay? Vivian—I mean, Professor Devereux has done nothing but push me to produce better work, to be the best student and scholar I can be, and she definitely didn’t do anything unethical!” My miniature outburst lingered in the quiet of the room as Dr. Abernathy stared at me from across her desk. Finally, she sighed and closed the notebook she had been taking notes in. “Lavender, I like you, I think you’re a very bright young woman who has a promising future in and beyond this program. So, with that in mind, I’m going to level with you perhaps more than I should. You’ve both admitted there was impropriety in the relationship between you and Professor Devereux, and I am now left in the position of needing to determine how improper and who is at fault. Now, Professor Devereux has told me this is how it happened—” Vivian told her? Vivian told her she exchanged my grades for sexual favors? Is that what she’s saying? “Dr. Abernathy,” I interrupted her again, having completely lost track of what she had been saying, “who…who told you about our relationship in the first place?” Dr. Abernathy sucked her teeth and looked contemplative, then nodded, “Professor Devereux did; she said she wanted to come clean before things got out on their own so she could make sure the narrative didn’t get twisted.” Vivian told her? Why though? My chest felt tight, and I couldn’t take a full breath. “Vivian…told you?” Dr. Abernathy nodded sympathetically. “Lavender,” she said softly, clearly picking up on the panic that was building inside of me, “this interview can wait, I can see how emotional you are, I understand this is a delicate matter. Get your head on straight, and we can talk about this again tomorrow maybe, okay?” I shook my head, “no, I want to talk about it now.” “Okay, so tell me what happened.” I shook my head again, “what happens now? You said…you said Vivian told you everything, so what happens now?” Dr. Abernathy sighed, “well, ordinarily, there would be an investigation to determine the exact nature and extent of the impropriety. Professor Devereux has tenure…had tenure…so that makes—” “Wait,” I interrupted for the third time, “had tenure? What happened? Are you…firing Vivian?” “Professor Devereux…resigned.” That hit me in the gut like a freight train. “She resigned?” Dr. Abernathy nodded, “She took full blame for everything and resigned. She seemed…invested in making sure there was no investigation, if I’m being honest. Wanted everything done and over with and out in the open and accepted that resigning was the only way that could happen.” “I…have to go, Dr. Abernathy,” I had to talk to Vivian. “Can we do this tomorrow?” Dr. Abernathy studied my face for a moment before nodding, “Lavender, off the record? I don’t know exactly what happened between you two, but it seems like you’re both trying to protect the other one, and it’s only going to hurt both of you. Maybe…and if anyone asks, I actually recommended you do the opposite…but, maybe you should talk to Vivian and get your stories straight.” I nodded and stood up without another word, but stopped at the door and looked back, “what will happen to me?” “To you?” Dr. Abernathy repeated. “I guess it depends. If Professor Devereux did, in fact, promise you better grades in exchange for…whatever, then you’re the victim here. You’ll have to begin working with a new advisor who will go over the work Professor Devereux graded to make sure it’s up to the standards of the program; in the event that it doesn’t, we’ll give you a chance to bring it up to our standards. And if it does meet our standards, then that will be it, and you can just continue in the program as if nothing happened.” “And…my fellowship?” “Unaffected,” she said. I nodded, “thank you, Dr. Abernathy,” and left. Chapter Thirty-One “Lavender,” Vivian said with quiet surprise as I walked into the parlor, where I found her sitting with a book in her hands. “What…what are you doing here?” “What the fuck, Vivian?” I was trying not to shout, “Why did you tell Dr. Abernathy about us? Why did you tell her you coerced me into things by using my grades as leverage? Why did you fucking do it, Vivian?” Vivian gave me a level look throughout my little tirade, “I had to.” “Bullshit, you did.” “Elyse was going to tell.” “She wasn’t! She promised me she wouldn’t!” “Then it would have been someone else eventually! It was just a matter of time, Lavender, someone was going to find out. I just…wanted to protect you from it the best I could.” “I didn’t want to be protected,” I shot back, “I wanted you by my side!” Vivian lowered her gaze, “Lavender…” “You didn’t even talk to me before you did it, Vivian,” I was pacing angrily back and forth, “you didn’t talk to me, you didn’t warn me, you ignored me all morning, you…you…fuck!” “Lavender, I was…I was trying to protect us, please understand.” “We didn’t need to be protected! We could have dealt with this when and if it ever became a problem, but no, you just had to run off and out us! Do you…do you even want to be with me anymore?” Vivian’s head snapped up, panic in her eyes, “Lavender, yes, yes, of course I do, please don’t think for a second that I don’t want that, that’s why I did this, so we could be together!” “You have a funny way of showing it, Vivian,” I said sourly. “Lavender,” Vivian got up off the couch and swiftly closed the distance between us, taking my hands in hers, “Lavender, please, listen. I got scared, okay? Elyse catching us like that…I just got scared. And maybe she wasn’t going to tell, but it was inevitable that someone was going to find out. And what then? What if Elyse had walked in on something more incriminating than us eating Chinese together? What if Elyse had walked it while I was changing your diaper on the floor, huh? What would happen if someone else turned us in and there was an investigation into our relationship? What would they find? It could ruin my reputation, so much more than this will, and, more importantly, it could ruin yours before you really have a chance to establish one. Please, Lavender, I’m sorry I did this without consulting you, but I just wanted to protect you, so I lied, I made sure the blame was going to fall squarely on me. Please, tell me you understand.” I looked at Vivian, her words had melted my anger away and left me feeling…hollow, uncertain. “You should have talked to me first,” I said weakly. “Yes,” she agreed with a nod of her head, “I should have, I’m sorry I didn’t, please forgive me?” My shoulders slumped, and I nodded; how could I not forgive her? “Forgive me for bursting in here?” Vivian smiled and cupped my cheek, “of course, darling, of course.” I hugged Vivian, resting my head on her shoulder. “Thank you,” I said softly, “for protecting me.” I hadn’t asked her to protect me, and I hated that she had needed to, but I couldn’t deny that I was thankful. “Of course, darling, I wouldn’t very well deserve to be called Miss Vivian if I couldn’t protect my little girl, right?” I smiled, I still wasn’t happy with what Vivian had done, but I understood why she had done it, and it did mean we were now free to be together. “I love you, Miss Vivian.” “And I love you, my little Lavender.” The next day, I told Elyse I was moving out for good. Epilogue We were laughing as we both stumbled through the front door, each of us mutually supporting the other one. We were, to put it simply, not sober. “Welcome home, Dr. Fairchild,” Vivian giggled as she gestured to the house. “Why, thank you, Dr. Devereux,” I responded with faux-seriousness before breaking down into giggles. And then Vivian was staring warmly into my face, her hands holding me by the front of my graduation robes. “I’m so proud of you, my little Lavender.” I blushed deeply, “I couldn’t have done it without you, without your support and encouragement.” “Bullshit,” Vivian said with a giggle, “come here, okay?” She grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me farther into the house to the full-length mirror that hung in our front hall. She placed her hands on my shoulders and turned me so that I was facing the mirror with Vivian looking over my shoulder. We looked gorgeous together. Vivian in a tight black dress with sheer tights and heels; me in my fancy doctoral regalia and silly little hat. “Look at you,” her expression was full of pride and admiration, “you’re a doctor now, and you did that all yourself, because you’re brilliant. You got your doctorate because you deserved it; I was just honored enough to get to be along for the ride. But this accomplishment? It’s all you, darling.” “Thank you,” I blushed under her praise. It had been a long, hard road, and whatever Vivian said, she had done more than just been along for the ride—she had been there to talk my ideas through, to give me confidence when mine began to flag, to make me coffee at eleven in the evening so I could keep working on my dissertation. It was my accomplishment, I was so proud of myself, and maybe I could have done it without Vivian, but I couldn’t have been happier that she had held my hand through it. “Thank you,” I said again, this time adding, “Miss Vivian.” Vivian smiled mischievously and began unzipping my robe, exposing the black sundress I had on underneath. “You know what I kept thinking while I was watching you up on that stage?” “What’s that?” “I kept thinking,” Vivian’s hand crept downward, clutching the hem of my dress and slowly raising it, “how mature and professional you looked up there, and how you looked so cute playing dress-up and pretending to be a big girl in front of everyone.” She pulled the hem of my dress up to my waist, showing off the quite obviously soaked diaper underneath my fishnets. Vivian reached around with her other hand and grabbed the crotch of my diaper, squishing it against my skin. “I kept thinking how no one knew you were wearing a wet diaper the whole time.” I bit my lip and leaned back in Vivian, “I wasn’t wet during the ceremony,” I whined…and lied. “So, I didn’t have to change you in the family restroom afterwards?” I watched as my face turned bright red; Vivian just laughed. “Can you believe it?” She said more softly, resting her chin on my shoulder, “Dr. Lavender Fairchild, PhD, but still can’t be potty trained.” “Don’t you know?” I said as I turned away from the mirror to face Vivian, “my PhD stands for ‘pees her diapers.”” Vivian laughed, then slipped her finger into my diaper, “you certainly do, you’re soaked.” She turned me towards the stairs and swatted my butt. “Come on, my little Lavender, let’s get you changed, okay?” “Yes, Miss Vivian.” And we lived happily ever after. littlestcats, For The Peeple, OldWetGuy and 9 others 4 8 Quote Link to comment
doc133 40 Posted January 9, 2023 Share Posted January 9, 2023 Cant wait for the sequel. This story was amazing and I'm kinda sad its over. YuriChaosLord 1 Quote Link to comment
Ppppp 12 Posted January 9, 2023 Share Posted January 9, 2023 So... this was really big piece of masterpiece for me, that I was waiting for another chapter of, and enjoyed it as crazy. If I can, I just want to share my considerations after it's finished 🙂 And please take no offense, I liked it like crazy. But for someone as good, IMO it's even more important to be given some feedback. This whole story is for me a little it like finished in rush. And I think it's visible in 2 parts of it. The first instance is when both main characters are making "coming out" to each other. After they say it openly, how much they love being Little Lavender and Miss Vivian, you skipped all the rest of their common holiday. It's really pitty for me, it could be actually the biggest and greatest part of the story. I'd even say, consider seriously a spin-off or something, when you'd please us with all crazy stuff they'd do in that time 🙂 I'd love to read it. And second instance was for me all the "trial" with Dr Abernathy. It is a storyline with big potential, both for sexual and not-sexual part of it. The whole "trial", process of making common version by both characters, and defending Lavender is this situation would be breathtaking just itself. And imagine abut, what way little girl and her mistress would like to relief their stresses when going through it... Anyway, thank you for this brilliant story, and moments I think we all had with it. Best wishes for you and looking forward for more! YuriChaosLord and vincp44 2 Quote Link to comment
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