Oh my princess. You just keep proving to me time and time again how you desperately need diapers. Look at you messing your diaper. I think potty privileges are hearby revoked for good. You'll just have to get used to messing your diapers. Cry all you want, Princess, I've made my decision and it's final.
You had barely recovered from the shock of being woken up by someone in your room when you realized Sarah was sitting on your bed.
In her bra and panties.
The woman you’ve had a secret crush on ever since she moved in with your roommate.
“You’re lucky I woke you when I did, sweetie. Any longer and that diaper might have burst!”
The casual, matter-of-fact way she mentioned your diaper, no different than an off-hand remark about the weather, momentarily stunned your groggy brain.
Until you remembered that nobody—least of all her—was supposed to know about your diapers.
It was only then that you realized your blankets were at your feet, leaving your drenched diaper on full display.
And you wishing you wore a shirt to bed.
“Relax, honey. It’s just me,” she chortled as you desperately tried to cover yourself.
“I…I can explain!”
“What’s there to explain, silly? Your bed is dry, and your diaper is wet. Seems pretty obvious why you’re diapered.”
The fear of your diapers being discovered always made you believe you’d be relentlessly teased, mocked, and shunned.
Yet she didn’t seem the least bit repulsed by your bulging diaper. If anything she was acting like they were perfectly…normal.
“Don’t worry, baby. Your secret is safe with us!”
“U-us?” you whimper.
“Yes, silly. Who do you think pays the internet bill? Ryan sees all the adorable diaper websites you visit.”
The blood drains from your face.
“Awww, baby! Look at me. You have nothing to be ashamed of, okay? To be honest, your diapers make so much sense!”
“Th-they do?”
By now you’re thoroughly confused. This is nothing like how you expected the exposure of your darkest secret to go.
“Yes, hun. I thought you were handsome when I met you. But something about you made me feel maternal—not attracted. Like you were fragile and all I wanted to do was protect you from the big, scary world. I couldn’t explain it.”
She pats your diaper.
“But now it all makes sense! You are too fragile for the world! You’re not a man; you’re a baby in a trenchcoat pretending to be a man. Well, you don’t have to pretend anymore.”
“I…I’m not pretending! It’s just…just…”
“What did I just say, hmm? I see the real you. The baby boy that’s dying to be acknowledged and nurtured. Let go, baby. You’re safe.”
Her words linger in the air. Every part of you wanting to believe her. Yet, you hesitate.
She senses the battle raging inside you. The tug-of-war between your heart and brain.
“It’s hard to let go, isn’t it? You’ve spent your whole life denying who you are. Building up the adult façade, convincing yourself that’s who you really are. But don’t you see? It’s all a lie! A prison cell you sent your authentic self to rot!”
Your first instinct is to argue—how can she say the entirety of your adult life is a lie? She may find it easy to casually dismiss your adulthood, but not you.
But once again, your mouth doesn’t open. Somewhere in the back of your mind, a voice grows in strength, making it harder to deny the truth in her words.
“I can see it in your eyes, honey. You know I’m right. Don’t let the lies win. Just admit it. Tell me who you really are.”
You shake your head, unable to say the words.
“I…I can’t! People w-would..I have…”
She sighs but regains her composure quickly. “Well, if you truly believe you’re an adult, then prove it.”
She edges closer to you, biting her lip, her cleavage directly in your line of sight.
“Rip that diaper off and fuck me like a man.”
Your eyes linger on her body, taking in every curve.
“B-but…what about Ryan?” you ask, hating that you brought him up.
“What about him?” she purrs, straddling your body. “Take off your diaper. I’ve seen the way you look at me. Now’s your chance, big boy.”
Despite being so close to her, feeling her body on yours, the voice grows louder than ever before.
Resisting.
“See?” she exclaimed, beaming, “You only thought you wanted me because that’s what men are supposed to want. But deep down, you knew it was a lie. Just like being a big boy, baby. Don’t you get it?’
The voice is impossible to ignore now.
“I…I’m scared…”
She pulls you into her, resting your head on her chest. Somehow you instinctively knew there was nothing sexual about it.
It was something entirely different.
“I know, baby. You still have all those icky adult worries rattling around that head of yours. Making you think you should keep pretending to be a big boy. But you’re not a big boy, are you?”
Her hand slowly pulls down her bra, letting her nipple rest an inch from your lips.
She guides your head towards it.
“Are you, baby?”
Her nipple slides past your lips, tickling your tongue.
You look up at her, her eyes meeting yours.
She nods, rubbing your back.
You latch on and suckle.
Nothing is said for the next ten minutes. Or maybe an hour. You lost all track of time.
Lost in the moment. Lost in her.
The door slowly creeks open as Ryan peeks his head in. Sarah waves him in, smiling from ear to ear.
Sarah rubs your back and kisses your forehead before gently nudging your head. “You can go back to suckling in a minute, baby. Ryan and I need to ask you something.”
You look up at her confused. “Ryan?”
“Hey, buddy,” he whispers, sitting next to you on the bed.
His sudden appearance in such an intimate position—with his girlfriend no less—causes you to try to pull away from Sarah.
“It’s okay, baby. Ryan isn’t upset—quite the opposite.”
Ryan pats your diaper playfully. “She’s right, buddy! I couldn’t have been happier to see you feeding so adorably. It means you accepted who you are. And, maybe, if you want…”
He looks at Sarah who nods in agreement.
“Baby, what he’s—what we’re trying to say—is we care about you. We want nothing more than to see you embrace who you really are. No more pretending to be a big boy.”
You look at both of them, wondering why they’re both suddenly so tentative.
“Buddy, if you want…we’d love to be your Mommy and Daddy.”
The voice in your head screams in pure joy.
“R-really? You wanna b-be my Mommy?” You look at Sarah, who’s teary eyed. “A-and my Daddy?” You look to Ryan, who winks.
“Yes, honeybear. If you want that, of course!” Mommy coos.
“I…I…but, but what about—”
Sarah puts a finger to your lips. “No, little one. No more buts, no more concerns. Leave everything to Mommy and Daddy. All you have to do is say yes, baby.”
You could barely contain your happiness. “O-okay, Mommy! I want you to be my Mommy and Daddy, please!”
Mommy and Daddy immediately wrap their new baby boy in a hug, a moment of pure joy and affirmation.
Everything you ever wanted, but could never admit.
“But before you say yes, baby, just know that we expect you to fully live your authentic baby life. That means you’re leaving every part of your adult life behind. You will be our baby—and only our baby. That means diapers, nap times, babas, binkies, and bedtimes, okay?”
Ryan nods in agreement. “We will take care of everything, baby. No more bills, no more rent, no more no more job. We’ve talked long and hard about this. We can afford a baby. So your only job is to listen to Mommy and Daddy like a good boy. Does that sound like something you want?”
Both of them seemed so confident, so sure they want you to be their baby, there was no more hesitation.
“Yes, Daddy! Yes, Mommy! I wanna be your baby!”
Your moment of ecstasy was short lived, however.
“I think the baby needs a diaper change, babe. Poor thing is leaking everywhere. Why don’t you do the honors?”
Mommy tickles your tummy. “Does Mommy have a leaky boy? Yes, she does. Come on tinkle pants, let’s get you clean. We have a big day ahead of us.”
“W-we do, Mommy?”
“Yes silly boy! This room is no place for our little one! We gotta get your nursery set up, buy diapers for our lil stinker, and donate all these big boy clothes! But in the mean time, where are your diapers kiddo?”
You point to the closet.
Mommy opens it up and inspects your hidden stash.
“Oh my gosh, babe! Look at this onesie!!! Ahhh, and the binky!”
Daddy looks at you seriously. “Buddy, you’ve been hiding all these adorable things from us? Naughty baby!”
Mommy grabs a new diaper, wipes, powder, a onesie, and your binky.
“C’mon baby, let’s go start our new life as a family!”
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