Jessica had just graduated from college and returned to her parent’s home on what was supposed to be a temporary basis. She found a job near where they lived and was ready to move out. Yet, something was still gnawing at her. One time, at dinner, she half-jokingly suggested that it would be great to be her parent’s baby girl again. Jessica did sorta mean it. She had fantasized about it. She definitely liked the idea. So did her mother, though she didn’t tell her daughter right away. Instead, she kept up the conversation, playfully offering hypothetical fantasy scenarios to see what her daughter was thinking. Fairly certain that her daughter did actually want this, Jessica’s mother lightheartedly told Jessica that she would be back in diapers by the week’s end. And she was. Her whole room had also been redecorated into a nursery. From then on, Jessica would exclusively be treated like a baby by her parents. At least while at home. Because Jessica did not stop working, no she led a regular life outside of home. Her babyish behavior did lead to a loss of control which meant diapers always, not just at home.
After her morning feeding, straight from the breast, Jessica would have to put on her “big girl” plain white diaper and get dressed for work. Dressing herself was part of her routine to leave little space. That morning, from the corner of her eye, she looked in the mirror and saw this half-woman, half-baby in an oversized crib and surrounded by pastel colors.
“This is ridiculous.” she thought. Looking at herself a little longer, she also saw the seat of the diaper expanding. Somehow it both seemed more and less ridiculous. Obviously, a grown woman shouldn’t be reduced to this. Yet, this accident proved that perhaps she wasn’t a grown woman. Jessica blushed and hung her head in shame at being proven wrong by her own body. For once, she was actually questioning her decision now that it was clear that there was no going back.
Mark woke slowly, rolling onto his side and feeling the familiar, unmistakable squish beneath him. His night diaper was wet. With a sleepy sigh, he fumbled for the pacifier he’d dropped sometime during the night and slipped it back into his mouth. A low rumble passed through his stomach, and instinct took over—he tensed, grunted softly, and pushed, letting the mess settle where it had so many mornings before.
Now all he could do was wait for Mommy to come in and take care of his morning diaper.
But Mark hadn’t always been like this.
To understand how he ended up here, you had to go back about a year.
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Mark knew his brothers had always teased him, but this time… they weren’t wrong. He was far too old to still be wetting the bed. It had been happening for a while, something he’d managed to keep hidden thanks to a convenient routine: Mom worked part-time now, Dad left early every morning, and Mark was usually alone when he woke up.
That illusion shattered when Brad and Randy came home for fall break.
Half-asleep and soaked through, Mark bundled his sheets and headed downstairs, planning to toss them straight into the washer like always. He rounded the corner—
—and walked straight into his brothers.
The laughter was instant and relentless.
Mark stood frozen, cheeks burning, clutching the evidence against his chest. They teased him mercilessly, just like they had his entire life, but this time felt different. This wasn’t a bad haircut or a dumb childhood story.
This could ruin him.
When the laughter finally died down, Mark’s voice cracked as he begged them not to tell anyone. Brad’s grin turned slow and sharp, and Mark knew—deep down—that he’d just made things worse.
Too bad Mom’s not here to save me, he thought. Even she wouldn’t know what to say if she knew how much of a baby I really am.
Brad leaned close to Randy and whispered something. Randy snorted, then nodded.
Finally, Brad turned back to him.
“So,” he said casually, “what are you willing to do to keep this little… wet secret?”
Panic answered before pride could.
“I’ll do anything.”
Brad smiled.
“Good. We’ll be back with our terms.”
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An hour later, they returned with a large package and ordered Mark upstairs. In his room, Brad tore the box open and revealed a thick, oversized diaper.
“Here’s the deal,” Brad said. “You wear these. All day. Every day. Until we leave on Sunday.”
Mark swallowed hard but nodded.
Randy didn’t wait. He tugged Mark’s pants and underwear down while Brad opened the diaper and taped it snugly into place. The crinkle was loud in the quiet room.
“You keep this on,” Brad said, stepping back, “and we keep our mouths shut.”
Mark pulled his pants up, heart pounding. He was mortified—completely and utterly—but beneath that embarrassment was something else. Something confusing.
Comfort.
The day passed mostly normally, though every step reminded him of the thick padding between his legs. By bedtime, Brad handed him a fresh diaper. This one felt heavier. Different.
Mark had a feeling it wouldn’t be dry in the morning.
He was right.
When he woke, the diaper was warm, swollen, and unmistakably used—but the bed beneath him was perfectly dry. For the first time in months, there were no sheets to hide, no washer to rush toward.
The diaper had worked.
Mark showered and dressed, unable to stop thinking about how easy the morning had been. How comfortable the night had felt. How safe it was, knowing he didn’t have to worry.
The routine continued through the week. The teasing never stopped—but neither did the diapers. And to Mark’s quiet surprise, he found himself enjoying them. Especially at night.
When Brad and Randy finally left, Mark stood in his room, diaper still on, staring at the nearly empty package.
He didn’t take it off.
Instead, he decided—just for now—that nighttime diapers made sense. Practical. Helpful.
As Jill drove, Mark reflected on the steady progression of his new reality. What had started as a secret nightly habit had evolved into a shared routine with Jill, who now taped them on for him every evening. From there, the boundaries had continued to shift—first to full-time weekends, and finally to his current state: diapered everywhere but school, with the weekends reserved for a complete descent into full baby mode.
Looking at the road ahead, he couldn't help but wonder where the finish line actually was—or if one even existed. The "school-only" exception felt like the final, thin line holding his two lives apart. He found himself questioning how much longer that boundary would hold before his mother decided that his transformation required a full twenty-four-hour commitment, leaving his grown-up life behind for good. He wondered if that’s what he truly wanted?
The mall was largely uneventful other than the adjusted waddle of his thick diaper and a wet diaper towards the end. As they loaded back up in the car with a few basic purchases including a few legos for Mark, he could feel his special bottle churning in his stomach. As they approached this specialized store, Mark wondered two major things:
1. How long till he messes himself and who would notice?
2. What kind of store would mommy want is to go to an hour away from home?
As they got out of the car Mark started to pull the pacifier out of his mouth as he did at the mall but Jill stopped him. “No need to remove your binki here”
With that simple statement, Marks nerves calmed significantly. He now had a pretty good idea what kinda store they were going into, his binki, onesies and diapers all likely came from a store much like this one. With that he also felt much better about the storm brewing in his gut he knew would end up in his diaper very soon.
As they walked in, Marks suspicions were confirmed. The whole store was filled with all kinds of diapers: from quite thin to almost cartoonish thick, plain white to giant baby diaper and everything in between. He also saw adult size bottles, pacifiers, onesies and baby clothes in all styles. From essentially normal adult clothes designed to accommodate thick diapers to outfits only a baby would wear but sized for adults. He also saw adult size changing tables but noted what ‘Tim the Tool Man Taylor’ built for him was much better than what they sold here. They also had so much more: playpens, toys, high chairs, cribs and anything you would need for a real baby, just bigger.
As Mark took in the sight Jill walked up behind him and said, “We are going to need quite a few diapers to fill your new changing station as well as a whole new set of clothes that accommodate your diapers and keep changes easy for you even when we are on the go. Why don’t you go and check out the diapers. Pick out all the colorful designs you want. I figure you will be diapered most of the time for at least the next 9 months or so and we will definitely go through quite a few diapers during that time.
Mark was in paradise. As he explored all the diapers they offered he couldn’t believe it. They had everything you could possibly imagine. As he explored he relaxed, grunted and pushed. He felt as his sphincter opened up, the log slid out, reached the back of his diaper, ballooned as it filled his crack and made its way up and down the back of the diaper and spread from there. The warm mass creating an extra thick layer within his diaper. Then just like that he kept exploring the huge selection of diapers. He felt like he could go on for days but in the end he filled the cart with diapers of all sorts:
- [ ] Simpsons diapers with Lisa and Bart in diapers
- [ ] Harry Potter diapers with all the characters diapered
- [ ] Baby super hero’s with diapers definitely on under their supersuits
- [ ] Classic Barney and blues clues diapers he grew up with
- [ ] More tool inspire diapers
- [ ] And so much more.
Once the got a good amount of diapers they moved on to the next part of the store and Mark picked out onesies of all colors and designs, pants and shorts to accommodate his diapers, more bottles, pacifiers and such.
Last but not least they both found a section they were both surprised excited them. It was full of all sorts of medicines and vitamins. Jill excitedly explored the ones that helped weaken bladder and bowels. Mark added some that promised to significantly reduce the smell of messy diapers. As this was his biggest hold up with his new lifestyle it gave him a lot of confidence moving forward.
As it was clear they were wrapping up their shopping trip the store manager approached, sniffed the air clearly smelling Marks very used diaper and said, “Looks like a very lucky guy may be going back into diapers. Also by the smell of it mommy made a great decision taking you out of that gross big boy underwear. How about you pick out one of your fun new diapies and mommy can get you all cleaned up on one of our changing tables.”
Mark instantly blurted out, “Mommy. Can I try one of my new Spider-Man diapers?!”
“Of course Markie!” Jill responded.
With that, the store manager handed Jill a large Spider-Man diaper and said, “This one is on us. Follow me and let’s show you the changing room.”
Jill and Mark followed him to a room in the back to find an industrial style changing table and plenty of changing supplies. At this point Mark realized what Jill meant when she said clothes that make changing you easier. Jill walked up to him and with 2 quick motions his diaper was fully exposed and with a solid motion, completely out of the way of his diaper without removing them.
He was laid down on the changing table, diaper opened up, wiped down, powdered and strapped into a fresh, super thick babyish diaper with a diapered spider-man all over it. He was then stood up and just like that his onesie and overall pants were back in place with a few quick snaps.
They then paid, packed up the car and headed home for another ‘Baby Markie Weekend’ full of diapers bottles and so much more.
And just as so many times before, they settled into another routine. Mark was diapered as soon as he got home from school and changed back into underwear when he woke up in the morning for school and mark rarely found himself using the toilet since it was only an option at school anyway.
Jill then returned to their bedroom and Tim was waiting there for her.
“I knew you were doing a whole baby weekend with Mark but I guess I didn’t realize how far it was going to go.” Tim said as she got into bed.
“He took to things a lot faster and easier than I thought he would. I thought I would have to coax him to try some of the stuff over the next couple of weeks but he immediately seemed comfortable with all of it. I especially thought it would take some time for him to be comfortable messing himself but after the first one he didn’t really resist again.”
“I was a bit surprised to see him mess himself on the couch like that. It was just like when he was a baby. He just kept watching his show like it hadn’t happened.”
“I thought the same thing. Only difference is the size. Much bigger diapers and a lot more poop! Other than that, no different than a baby.”
“I saw the changing station. That was a surprise. What led to that?”
“Just felt the temporary pad on his bed was a bit of a hassle so I thought this would help.”
“Great idea. Do you think this will become a regular thing?”
“I think so. Why?”
“Maybe I could build a more permanent solution in his room. We could do a changing table his size with cubbies and everything you may need.”
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Tuesday started off very similar to yesterday. Mark woke up in a soaked diaper. Jill came in, walked him to the changing table, removed the used diaper and cleaned him up. That’s when the morning deviated from the last few days and leaving both Mark and Jill a bit disappointed. Instead of a fresh diaper Jill helped Mark into some fresh underwear and left Mark to get ready for school.
In the absence of Marks new preferred choice of underwear he felt different. He missed the bulk and the crinkle. He also missed the safety and security even though he knew he didn’t need them during the day.
The next couple of days fell into a routine similar to before with a few added elements. Wake up in a wet diaper, walk to changing station, have diaper removed, go to school, live out his day as a normal person his age in underwear, around 8:00 Jill diapers him for bed, gives him a bottle and puts him to bed.
All this time Tim was working hard in the garage into the late hours on some new secret project.
That’s was until Friday afternoon when Mark got home from school. Jill could see the tension in his eyes as he came in the front door. She took him by the hand and led him into Brads room and asked if he wanted another baby weekend?
The relief for Mark was immediate. Jill slipped one of his favorite binkis in his mouth, removed his big boy clothes, thickly diapered him up, put him in one of his favorite onesies and led him downstairs to the living room and made him a warm bottle of chocolate milk (and a little extra).
As Mark drank his bottle Jill saw his diaper already begin to grow. About this time Tim walked in the door and saw Mark on the couch, thickly diapered, clad in a onesie drinking a giant baby bottle.
This was a first for both of them. This was Tims first time seeing Mark in fully baby mode except for the brief moment she saw Jill changing his messy diaper last week. For Mark this is the first Mark has knowingly been seen by Tim in a diaper since this all started even though he knew his dad knew about them.
“Looks like you’re all set for a relaxing weekend little guy.” Tim said as he walked upstairs to change before dinner.
Dinner seemed mostly normal except for Marks attire and the large baby bottle of juice instead of a big boy cup.
As they ate Mark decided to pry a little and see if Tim would let him in on the secret project in the garage. He poked and prodded, complimented him and did everything he could but Tim, with surprising control, was able to keep Mark in the dark. All Mark could get was that it was for him, he would love it and it would take a few weeks to complete.
After dinner they continued their normal routine and continued watching a couple episodes of bones. Jill gave Mark another bottle of special milk while they were hanging out on the couch.
As they started their third episode, Jill noticed Mark tense up a bit. She could sense the tension in Mark and wondered how this would play out. He’s never knowingly messed his diaper in front of Tim and it’s been a few days since he’s used his diaper like this.
Jill watched him for the next 10 minutes tense and fidget, then just as she was about to say something she saw it happen again. Mark tensed, lifted his bum, arched his back, grunted, tooted, then very audibly filled the back of his diaper. As he finished he relaxed his back and slowly squished the fresh mess around as he laid back down. Jill saw the pure relief, relaxation and joy on his face as this played out.
As he finished and the smell of his mess reached his nose the embarrassment returned especially as he remembered Tim was there.
‘What’s dad going to say? Will he think I’m a freak?’
As if Tim read his thoughts, he stood up, patted the front of his diaper, grabbed his bottle and asked if he wanted a refill of juice.
He nodded his head and Tim disappeared into the kitchen.
Jill then leaned over and checked his diaper.
“That should hold till bedtime.”
Tim came back with a full bottle and they kept watching their show. As with before the only difference was the smell of his diaper and Mark loved that both his parents were willing to overlook that smell and continue their evening without making him feel embarrassed or uncomfortable. It especially meant a lot to Mark that Tim didn’t say anything.
As their fourth episode ended, Jill took Mark upstairs, removed his dirty diaper, cleaned him up and then ran him a bath. During his bath Jill made sure to refresh his hair removal and got him ready for bed.
Saturday morning rolled around and as Mark stirred he felt a rumble in his tummy. With a grunt and a push he felt the warm mess fill his already soaked diaper. As Mark was clearly messing himself Jill walked into his bedroom to see him laying on his tummy, soaked diaper in full view watching the back grow to the unmistakably sound of a baby messing themselves.
As he finished Jill squeezed the back of his diaper and walked him to the changing station.
This morning felt more right than the past few. Jill removed the messy diaper, cleaned him up, applied powder and put Mark in one of the thick, crinkly tool themed diapers and his tool covered T-shirt. A nod to his dad who loved tools almost more than anything except maybe his family. The rest of the weekend went about the same as his previous diapered weekend. And Monday lead to the same old routine.
They fell into another routine, weekdays involved diapers after dinner and underwear to school. Weekends became their designated diaper time. Everything was set up for him when he got home from school and he was diapered till he woke up Monday for school.
First week of November, Mark came home on Friday afternoon and saw Tim was already home. He also noted that the garage seemed to have been emptied out meaning Tim had finished his surprise project for Mark. Excitedly Mark came in wanting to see his big surprise. Jill grabbed him by the hand and carefully led him upstairs as she had each Friday to diaper him for the weekend. Today was different though, she led him to his bedroom instead of Brads room/changing table. As they entered his bedroom Marks jaw dropped. His room had been completely transformed. His desk and dresser were no longer there. In their place was an item he didn’t dare dream of but was better than his wildest dreams. Right there before his eyes Tim had installed what could only be a giant diaper changing table custom made just for him.
There was a large drop down table with a plastic pad just his size. All around it were shelves and cubbies perfect for quite a few diapers and changing supplies. He also noticed they all had retractable doors where he could close them up and when the changing table folded up it looked like a standard desk.
Mark stood there speechless as Jill popped a binki in his mouth, laid him down on his new changing table, and diapered him up. She then pulled out an outfit very different than she had put him in previously. It was a bright blue onesie, a pair of overalls that had those buttons babies have in the crotch, velcro shoes and a hoodie.
Mark felt so little and relaxed as Jill dressed him. So relaxed in fact that he could feel himself already wetting his diaper.
Jill then spoke up, “Now that your dad has put so much work into helping us change your diapers I figured now would be a good time to let you know some conditions tied to this gift.
1. Wearing diapers is no longer a temporary thing. You will wear diapers to bed no matter what moving forward.
2. You will now wear diapers at all times when you are home. As soon as you get home from school you go straight up to your changing table for your diaper and you will be expected to use them exclusively no matter what.
3. Weekends are now “Big Baby Markie Weekends.” You will be in a diaper, dressed like a baby, and treated as such from the moment you get home till Monday morning when you go back to school.”
Mark was so happy he could barely control his excitement.
Jill then took Marks hand, walked him downstairs, grabbed a new backpack he hadn’t seen before and walked Baby Markie to the car. Mark began to resist, “Where are we going? I don’t want anyone to see me like this.”
“Oh baby I can imagine you wouldn’t want this getting out but you need to realize that just because you wear diapers and are treated a bit different on the weekends, doesn’t mean life stops. You can’t just stay home at all times. Today we are going to a mall about an hour away to explore. While we are there we are also going to stop at a very special store I found. We will be far enough away no one will recognize you. This will help you get a bit more comfortable with your new life.”
Jill then opened the back door of the car, helped baby Markie get into his seat, swapped his binki for a bottle with his special milk and started driving to the mall.
I couldn’t help myself, I kinda just had to take a picture because she looked so beautiful and I felt really nice. When I saw her diaper so clearly visible, I thought I needed a picture of this gorgeous woman. I don’t know if she flashed me on purpose.
We had a nice night. We went to a restaurant and afterward she wanted to walk in the park. And when we passed by the playground, by the swings, we stopped. She ran to not quite the nearest swing and sat there, her jeans skirt riding up and showing her diaper.
I saw it was wet, but I already knew that. I had seen it earlier when she had bent upright to fix her shoe. I’m pretty sure she meant for me to see it then. When she stood back up I ran my hand over the back of her diaper and felt the wetness and I squished her butt. I knew for a fact that she liked it, because she turned to me smiling softly with a mischievous look in her eye and put her own hand on the back of my diaper.
“You’re wet.” she said in a sing-songy tone. And she slapped my butt. Then we kept on walking and saw the swings.
I just wasn’t sure if she had meant for the skirt to ride up so high or she didn’t care. I don’t think she cared. No one was around. And even when people were around she didn’t care, people knew what ABDL meant now. They weren’t shocked to see a diapered lady anymore.
Taking the picture, I did think: is she peeing herself? When I asked her right after, she smiled.
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” she said as she wrapped her arms around my back. She brought me close to her. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone so bad. I dug my fingers into the back of her diaper and brought her closer to me. I might’ve done it a bit too forcefully, because I heard her let out some yelp. But her embrace only became stronger. The moment her diaper touched the front of my diaper, I nearly came. It made me turn away from her for an instant, but she put her hands on my face and made me face her. I got to enjoy looking at as she prepared to go for the kiss.
And at that moment, I thought, “I wanna marry this girl."
This story was written with, by, and features the super-talented and undeniably adorable @littledreambunny! She wrote the parts from the little's perspective, and I wrote the parts from Dada's perspective. Since it's it swaps perspectives, Dada's parts start in blue and Bunny's in pink.
I catch myself glancing over to the empty passenger seat for the fourth time in five minutes, a habit that suddenly feels all wrong.
At the next stoplight, I pulled out my phone and googled it: the opposite of deja vu is jamais vu—that eerie sense of unfamiliarity for something that should be second nature.
Which makes sense. We’re driving down the same street, to the same park, to meet the same friends for a picnic we’ve had in the same spot countless times.
Yet nothing about this drive feels familiar—though I guess the cause of the unfamiliarity isn’t really a mystery.
After all, there is a perfectly understandable reason why Jenny, my longtime girlfriend, is buckled safely in the backseat instead of riding shotgun as my passenger princess.
That seat is for adults—a term that no longer describes the girl I see in my rear view mirror, nervously twisting the hem of her sundress, constantly checking if it hides the thick diaper underneath.
She's nervous because today is the first time we’re going out in public, not as boyfriend and girlfriend, but as Dada and his little Bunny.
So maybe this isn’t jamais vu.
Though the scene is undoubtedly unfamiliar—at least for now—I’m sure it won’t be long before it’s our new normal.
My bigger concern is getting her through today with minimal tantrums and meltdowns. Much easier said than done when it comes to changes like this.
Big changes lead to big feelings. And big feelings lead to tantrums if I’m not careful.
Not that I would blame her if she did, of course. Not today. Not when it’s the first time seeing all her old friends in her new status. I know it won’t be easy for her going from their equal to…well, their adorable little friend.
Her friends would never tease her–quite the opposite! They’ve been texting me like crazy, asking me about her, for pictures, and if they can bring her any presents. Since littles don’t need phones, it’s much harder for them to reach her.
Needless to say, they’re excited about the picnic.
It hasn’t been easy putting this together. Until today, Jenny was the one who planned the picnics, assigned tasks, and organized the charcuterie boards.
How were we supposed to plan our most important picnic ever when the most important person for planning was busy watching Bluey in increasingly soggy diapers?
We did manage to get some age-appropriate games and snacks for her, so she should be plenty entertained.
Though, the closer we get to the park, her fidgeting has noticeably increased…
“Are you excited to see your friends, honey? You’re looking like a squirmy squirrel back there!”
Dada’s voice floats back, warm and teasing. He calls me his squirmy squirrel again, and my cheeks flare hot right away. The kind of hot that spreads fast, like someone turned a spotlight just on my face.
I duck my head lower, trying to hide. Knees squeeze together tight. That only presses the soggy diapie harder against me. A loud crinkle-crinkle bounces around the car.
I freeze. Did he hear? Does it sound as huge to him as it does to me?
The engine is quiet now. The car has stopped. Outside the window everything looks the same as always, big shady tree, picnic blanket already down, my friends laughing and waving like it’s just another day. But it’s not.
My heart thumps hard and fast in my chest, so loud I’m scared Dada can hear it too. My tummy flips over and over, twisty and fluttery, like there are butterflies trying to get out.
I can’t do this. I really can’t.
“Nu-uh…nuh-uh…not ready yet, Dada…” My voice comes out so small, barely louder than a whisper. “My dress is too short…it doesn’t cover my diapie at all…and it’s all full and squishy…every time I move it makes noise…they’re gonna hear it…they’re gonna see…”
My fingers grab the hem of the dress. Twist. Pull down hard. The crinkles get louder, sharp and plasticky, like they’re laughing at how hard I’m trying to hide.
I squeeze my legs again, harder this time. The padding squishes back, warm and heavy. I can feel how soggy it got on the drive. How it sags just a tiny bit with every shift.
My face burns hotter. I want to curl up small and disappear under the seat.
The driver’s door opens. Gravel crunches under Dada’s shoes. My breath catches in my throat.
The back door swings wide. Sunlight rushes in, bright and warm across my face and arms. Dada crouches down right in front of me, so close I can smell his soap and feel the calm that always comes with him.
He speaks softly, something about not needing to be nervous, about how no one will tease me, about how he’s got me no matter what. His big hand slides under my chin, gentle, tilting my face up so I have to look at him.
I do. Slowly. His eyes are steady and kind and full of pride. Like being little is the best thing in the world. Like I’m perfect exactly like this, dress too short and diapie showing and all. My eyes sting a little. The scary knot inside my chest loosens, just enough to breathe again.
“O-okay…Dada…” The words shake. Tiny. “Pwease… hold my hand super duper tight? And… don’t let go? Even if I get all fidgety and silly?”
He nods, smile soft. “Always, Bunny. I even brought Sir Hops-a-Lot along, the brave wallaby ready to protect his princess. Now, take a deep breath for me…good girl! C’mon, we don’t want to keep our friends waiting.”
Dada reaches in to unbuckle me. His fingers brush my tummy, warm, careful and then he’s helping me slide out of the car. My sneakers touch the ground.
The diapie squishes loud and heavy right away. The dress rides up in the back. I yank it down fast with both hands, cheeks on fire again.
His hand is already waiting. Open. Big. Warm.
I slip my smaller hand into his. He squeezes once, firm and sure, like a promise I can hold onto. I reach back for the blanket, hug it tight against my front like armor. We start walking.
Squish. Crinkle. Squish. Crinkle. Every step.
The padding shifts and presses. Sags a tiny bit more. I tug the hem down again and again. It never feels long enough.
The blanket gets closer. My friends look up. Big smiles. They pat the spot right in the middle. One of them calls my name, happy, excited, like they’ve been waiting just for me.
I glance up at Dada. Eyes wide. Pleading.
The juxtaposition between the casual, relaxed smiles of our friends and the nervous, pleading eyes of my little Bunny is jarring. As easy as it would be to dismiss it as a necessary part of her new life, I can’t.
Not when her needy gaze calls me to action, begging me for the assurance she so desperately needs right now. For a fleeting moment, I can see both worlds in her eyes, the remnants of the big girl she’s leaving behind and the innocent, neediness of the little she’s becoming.
As we reach the edge of the blanket, I pull her close to me, hoping the closeness wordlessly conveys she’s safe with Dada–as long as she has me, everything will be okay.
Even if it’s scary.
“There she is!” Kate bubbled, waving at Jenny.
Emily shifts to make room for Jenny, patting the spot between her and Kate, beckoning their friend to sit down. “Hi sweetie! Come sit with us!”
On the other side of the blanket, Anna smiles quietly, taking in Jenny’s outfit. Caleb offers that same, laidback grin he’s known for, as he leans back on his elbows, relaxed. Toby fumbles with a bag of gummy bears before awkwardly thrusting it at Jenny.
“That outfit is so stinking cute!” Lisa beamed.
They all smile expectantly at Jenny. Not staring. Not judging.
As if they’re seeing something brand new yet strangely familiar at the same time.
I give Jenny another squeeze. Even as a big girl Jenny rarely enjoyed being the center of attention–and today, she’s the star of the show.
“Hey, everyone!” I add, hoping to give Jenny a moment to compose herself. Her hand still clings to mine, slick with sweat.
My hand is still tucked inside Dada’s, fingers damp and clinging. The diaper beneath the sundress feels impossibly present, warm, heavy, sagging just enough that every breath reminds me it’s there.
The hem of the dress brushes my thighs, too short, too thin, offering no real cover. A soft crinkle escapes when I shift my weight. Tiny. But in my ears it booms.
Heat rises again, slow and relentless. It starts behind my ears, creeps along my jaw, floods my cheeks until they feel like ripe summer peaches left too long in the sun. I duck my chin, trying to hide the flush, but it only makes the blush feel bigger, brighter, more impossible to conceal.
I was the one who used to double-check the weather, who made sure the charcuterie board had balance and color and texture.
I was the one they asked for advice, for plans, for the next step.
Now I’m standing here with my hand in Dada’s like a child crossing a busy street.
Now my dress is too short and my padding is too full and my legs won’t quite straighten the way they used to.
Now the clever, capable Jenny feels like a coat I’ve outgrown, still hanging in the closet, still mine, but no longer the one I reach for first.
The thought twists in my chest. Sharp. Sweet. Embarrassing.
A little thrilling.
I swallow. Clear my throat. Try to summon that old voice.
“H-hi,” I squeak, finding my voice, “We should… move the fruit to the shady side.”
The words come out softer than I mean them to, higher, almost questioning.
“And maybe start with Uno? It’s quick…and everyone likes it…”
They don’t laugh. They don’t correct me. Kate just nods slowly, smiling gently.
I do my best to stifle a laugh. Big or little, Jenny can’t resist giving advice about the optimal picnic setup.
“Hmm, that’s a good point, Jenny,” Kate answers, “But look, we’ve already got everything set up. Come sit?”
She pats the blanket again, the motion small, inviting.
I gently nudge Jenny forward. “Go sit with Kate, Bunny,” I whisper to her, “Besides, you don’t need to worry about all that boring planning anymore. Leave that to the big girls.”
Jenny shoots me a look somehow both mutinous and needy. Not that I blame her, but the point remains.
Littles don’t plan events or give orders to adults.
Emily reaches over without a word and places the box of animal crackers in front of the spot they’ve saved.
Anna shuffles the Uno cards with practiced ease. “Ready when you are,” she says softly.
It’s hard not to feel sentimental at a moment like this. Here, at the crossroads between two worlds, hearing our friends talk to her like the Little she is, supporting her choice to go back to babyhood.
From here, the gulf between the women they will become and the little Jenny is becoming will become an expanse. Unlike her friends, Jenny will never become a doctor, lawyer, or teacher. She’ll never get married, have children, or buy a house.
No, Jenny’s path is painted in pastels.
She’ll be my Bunny, my babygirl. Her days will be spent in the crinkly embrace of diapers, nap times, and being rocked to sleep on my lap.
Yet, one thing I know for sure is they’ll be her friend throughout it all.
I glance at Dada. His eyes hold mine, steady, warm, brimming with something that looks like pride and something softer, familiar, like the first light after a long night.
His thumb traces one slow arc across my knuckles.
The touch loosens something inside me. Not all the knots. Just one. Enough to let me take a step forward.
I lower myself carefully. Knees together. Dress smoothed as best I can. The padding compresses beneath me. A muffled squish. Warm. Heavy.
I freeze for a heartbeat, waiting for the sound to echo, for someone to notice.
No one does. Or if they do, they don’t show it.
Anna deals the first card. Caleb makes a joke about drawing four. Lisa passes me the juice box.
“Don’t drink it too fast,” Lisa suggests quietly.
Like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
I take a sip. The sweet-tart bursts on my tongue. The cracker crunches between my teeth. The cards slide across the blanket. Laughter ripples around me.
Dada’s knee brushes my back, warm, solid, present.
The old Jenny, the one who used to direct traffic and keep score, feels thinner now. Like a shadow stretching long at dusk. Still there. Still me.
But fading softly in the golden light.
And in her place, something smaller begins to stir. Quiet. Warm. Blushy. Safe.
I match a red card. Smile shyly when Anna cheers. Tug the hem of my dress one more time, a habit, useless, sweet.
The butterflies in my tummy slow their frantic wings.
The thought lingered in Jill’s head as she went to bed. Her thoughts kept returning to a much younger Mark, diapered and on a changing table. Oh how she had missed those days. Then it hit her, it wouldn’t be the same but she could use Brad or Randy’s bed as a temporary changing station. The next morning she woke up a bit early and decided she would set up a little changing station for Mark.
She went into Brads room, stripped his bed and replaced his bedding with a plastic sheet and an old Spiderman themed fitted sheet she had found in the closet. She then snuck into Marks room, as expected she found him still deep in sleep, diaper a bit exposed and clearly soaked. What surprised her was he had a pacifier in his mouth. He must have got up in the night and opened one up. She couldn’t believe how cute he looked in his wet diaper sucking on his binki. Back to business, Jill quietly collected Marks diapers, supplies and changing mat and took it with her to Brads room to finish the changing station set up. She laid out the changing mat, stacked the diapers, wipes and powder on the night stand, put a trash can at the end of the bed for his used diapers and set up his baby supplies (pacifiers, onesies and footie PJs) on the dresser. She then went downstairs to prep breakfast for the 2 of them. She wanted Mark to wake up in the best possible mindset for his first fully diapered day of the weekend so she prepped a warm bottle of milk for him and to help things along she added some fiber powder to help boost start his digestive system and some castor oil to help him wet more freely. And lastly, and partially to cover the taste, added some chocolate.
She the put the cinnamon rolls in the oven and headed up stairs with Marks warm bottle to wake him up.
As Jill entered she could see Mark was slowly waking, very wet and still had his binki in his mouth. She walked over, popped his binki out of his mouth and quickly swapped it with the bottle and held it for him as he started drinking it up. As he drank Jill saw him wake, relax and flood his diaper again and then return back to his bottle. As he finished she swapped his binki back in and said, “let’s get you up for the day.” She pulled him out of bed, noticed his diaper had leaked a bit, took him by the hand and led him towards Brads room, “I have a few surprises for you today. I’m sure you can smell the first one, I have cinnamon rolls in the oven for breakfast. The second has to do with the big diapie between your legs.” She opened the bedroom door and Mark was greeted with all his baby items on full display and Brads bed looked like a huge changing table.
Jill took a good look at Mark, huge smile behind his pacifier with no words. She guided him to the bed, sat him down, removed his PJ top, laid him down, untapped his extremely soaked diaper, wiped him down, powdered him up and tapped him into a fresh diaper.
She stood back for a second and took in the site before her. Her baby was back! There was Mark freshly diapered, pacifier in place, laying on a makeshift changing table and used diaper in the pail next to him. She stood him up and pulled the red onesie off the dresser, pulled it over his head, snapped between his legs and swapped his pacifier for a matching red one with a balloon on it.
Jill took Mark by the hand and led him downstairs for breakfast. As they walked down the hall they both listened to the slight crinkle as Mark slightly waddled down to the kitchen.
Mark sat down while Jill served him a cinnamon roll and another bottle of chocolate milk.
As this was Marks favorite breakfast he scarfed down 3 cinnamon rolls and drank most of his bottle.
After finishing breakfast Jill gave him his next surprise, a hot rod Lego so he could build just like dad and watch some cartoons.
Mark gladly set up at the coffee table making his Lego, watching looney toons drinking juice from his bottle and freely warming the front of his diaper.
By lunch Marks diaper was quite saggy after all the juice and chocolate milk had worked its way through his system. Jill had Mark come over to the table for a lunch of grilled cheese, chips and more apple juice. About halfway through his meal he could feel the pressure building in his tummy and knew sooner or later he was going to have to warm the backside of his diaper but for now he was going to do his best to ignore it.
After lunch Jill thought it would be a good idea to watch a movie and relax for a bit before he got back to his Lego. She could sense a messy diaper coming soon and wanted to give him a relaxing place to try it.
As they settled into A New Hope, Marks tummy rumbled again but instead of worrying about it he did his best not to think about it and just watch his movie. About an hour later, the pressure came back and was quite intense. Mark tried to relax and not hold back but that’s a lot harder than you think after years of potty training behind you. At one point the urge hit Mark quite intensely, he lifted his bum a bit from the couch, grunted, pushed and that was that. He felt the log start sliding out slowly, he gave it another grunt, another push and with a loud wet fart the mass hit the back of his diaper and spread as it made its way out. He could feel the weight settling throughout the seat of his diaper. As he finished he relaxed his back and felt the mess shift in his diaper and conform to his body.
Jill could sense the struggle in Mark but kept quiet and let him work things out himself. And Mark did just that right into the seat of his diaper.
A couple of minutes after they were both sure he was done, Jill opened his onesie, squeezed his diaper, sniffed the air a little and asked, “Did someone make a stinky mess?”
Mark nodded shyly, sniffed the air and his face went red with embarrassment. Using the diaper like that had been amazing, so relaxing, comforting and convenient but as the smell reached his nose his adult self couldn’t help but know he was too old for what he had just done.
Jill helped Mark up off the couch and walked him to Brads room, laid him on the changing bed, and slowly and methodically changed Marks diaper as if it were nothing. Once in a fresh diaper she adjusted his onesie, snapped it back in place.
They spent the rest of the evening watching Star Wars, building his Lego and Jill watching Marks diaper continue to grow. Around dinner time Jill changed Mark into a fresh diaper and then they ordered a pizza for dinner and cuddled on the couch watching movies and Jill keeping Mark very hydrated with his bottle full of fiber, castor oil and this time a little bit of chocolate laxative to make sure Mark had another messy diaper before bed. Around 9 Jill noticed Mark squirming a bit more and could see his extremely wet diaper between his legs. Just like earlier she saw him go from tense to lifting his bottom off the couch, grunting, and very audibly messing his diaper quite a bit and clearly a bit more liquid than the last one (likely due to the laxative) and then relax his back squishing the mess in his diaper a bit more. He then returned to the show like nothing had happened. Jill decided to leave it alone for a bit and see how he reacts to a full diaper for a while.
They watched the last 40 min of the movie and the only thing that changed was the very clear smell of his messy diaper in the room.
As the credits rolled she stood Mark up and led him to the changing table in Brads room and began changing him again.
During his change Mark noticed as Jill deviated from the normal routine as she added 2 pampers baby diapers inside his diaper and taped him up. He noticed the added bulk and instinctively moved his legs back and forth testing the added bulk and hearing the crinkle.
“This will help you stay dry a bit longer. My baby is quite the fire hose isn’t he?”
Mark giggled as Jill finished dressing him in his footie PJ and popped a matching pacifier in his mouth.
Jill then lead him to his bedroom, tucked him in and gave him a fresh bottle of warm milk (still with the fiber to keep him regular) and Mark gradually fell asleep.
Sunday morning started much the same as yesterday. Fresh warm bottle (this time fully loaded with fiber, castor oil and laxative), morning pee during his bottle feeding, this time no leak thanks to the pampers, fresh diaper, breakfast and more sofa time. Sunday afternoon Jill thought it would be good for Mark to spend some time outside so she put some pants on over his onesie and sent him outside for a bit.
About 2 hours into playing in the backyard in his saggy diaper Mark felt the need to warm his backside. He bent his knees slightly, grunted, pushed and felt the load weigh his diaper down as he filled his diaper with almost no thought. After filling his diaper he just continued to play as if nothing had happened, he was totally lost in his remote control cars that he was startled when Jill came out to check his diaper.
Jill was so proud of her little boy as she walked out into the backyard to find Mark fully engrossed playing with his remote control cars in what was clearly a very used diaper. As she got closer she could smell the mess but acted like she had no idea. She walked up to Mark and asked, “How’s my little guy?” As she pulled down his pants, undid the onesie between his legs, and pulled the back of his diaper to check for a mess.
“Looks like the little guy could use a fresh diaper.”
She had him step out of his pants and walked him to the changing table in Brads room.
She laid Mark down, swapped his pacifier for a fresh bottle and began the work of cleaning Marks bottom. After his mess had been fully wiped up, to Marks surprise she stood him up, removed his onesie and walked him into the bathroom. Mark was confused as first since he hadn’t used the potty all weekend why would she bring him here. That’s till he noticed Jill start filling the tub and adding bubble bath.
During his bath she had him stand up and put some cream on his diaper area and had him stay standing for a bit to ‘Let it soak in.’ After a few minutes she had him wash himself and finish his bath.
To Marks surprise, when he got out to dry off he no longer had any hair in his diaper area.
“This will help you avoid diaper rash moving forward,” Jill said noticing his recognition.
She then walked Mark back to the changing table, applied oil baby lotion and powder, tapped him into a fresh diaper with 2 pamper inserts, a pair of footie PJs and gave him a fresh warm baby bottle fully loaded with fiber, castor oil and laxatives. She figured a full diaper while sleeping/in bed would be a good trial for Mark.
About 3:00 Mark woke up with a rumble in his tummy. In his sleepy state he began to sit up but the crinkle of his thick diaper reminded him he didn’t have to go anywhere. He laid back down lifted his bum, grunted, pushed and quickly filled both the front and back of his diaper and quickly fell back to sleep.
Jill woke up Monday morning and went to check on Mark about 8:30. As she opened the door she smelt something very different than previous mornings. Mark had definitely used his diaper to its fullest. She was so proud of him! A few weeks ago, he was so shocked by a messy diaper he didn’t put a new one on. Now here he is in a wet and messy diaper, still sleeping like a baby.
Jill woke him up and slowly walked him to the changing station, stripped him of his PJs, swapped his binki for a bottle and started the process of changing his diaper. She ripped the tapes, opened the front, wiped his front clean, she then lifted his legs and began cleaning his bottom one wipe at a time. Once clean she powdered him up and strapped him in the colorful, tool inspired diaper.
Mark noticed 3 things right away. One the colorful diaper made him feel even smaller. Two the new diaper felt a lot thicker. Three, the new diaper was a lot more crinkly and loud. There would be no hiding it from anyone.
Jill then put a new binki in his mouth, this time blue with a hammer on the front and pulled a short T-shirt also tool themed instead of his usual onesie.
Jill then lead Mark downstairs for breakfast and another day much like the last 2 days full of diapers (wet and messy), movies, remote control cars, legos and lots of relaxation.
About an hour before Tim was scheduled to get back Jill decided to scale things back a bit and changed Marks wet and messy diaper and put him in one of his normal white ones and a more grown up outfit. She wanted Mark to be the one to tell his dad if he wanted and he could let him know what he wanted.
Tim got home right in time for dinner and as usual seemed oblivious to the world and didn’t notice anything different. After dinner they all watched some TV together. Around bed time Jill noticed Mark was twitching and wondered if Mark needed to poop but didn’t want to in front of Tim. About 10 minutes later Tim stood up and said, “I’m gonna go shower and go to bed.” As soon as Tim started walking out of the room Mark either lost the fight or decided to stop trying. She saw Mark lift his bum, grunt, toot and fill the back of his diaper. After he finished Jill took him upstairs to Brads room and began changing his diaper on the changing table.
About halfway through the change Jill noticed Tim walk by and smile but didn’t say anything. After the change Jill dressed Mark in his footie PJs and put him to bed with a fresh bottle, this time with nothing added to avoid any issues while he was at school the next day.
The flickering glow of the TV illuminated Lukas’ cramped dorm room as he scrolled through his phone, half-listening to the background noise of some mindless cartoon. His thumb froze mid-swipe as a bright, obnoxious ad popped up on the screen. A pastel-colored pony with a grin too wide to be natural leaned over a speech bubble that read, "DID YOU KNOW? Boys are happier in diapers!"
Lukas’ grip on his phone tightened. "WTF, they are making ads for this now?" he muttered, his voice sharp with irritation. He tossed his phone onto the couch beside him, where it landed with a dull thud next to a half-empty energy drink can. His eyes flicked back to the TV, where the ad continued to play, cheerful music, smiling cartoon boys waddling around in thick, crinkly diapers, their faces lit up with exaggerated joy.
He groaned, rubbing his temples. Wasn’t it bad enough that his best friend, Adam, had turned into a giggling, pants-pissing toddler over the past semester? Adam’s girlfriend, Rebecca, had only encouraged it, cooing over his "adorable little waddle" and praising him for "using his diaper like a good boy."
Lukas had tried to ignore it. He told himself it was just a phase, a weird trend, something that would blow over. But the ads were everywhere now. On billboards, social media, even splashed across the screens in the student union. "Diapers: The Ultimate Comfort!" "Why Grow Up When You Can Stay Little?" "Join the Happiness Revolution!"
His jaw clenched as the ad on the TV transitioned to a "fun fact" segment. A perky voiceover chimed in: "Did you know? Studies show that 78% of men report feeling less stressed and more content after embracing their little side!"
Lukas scoffed. "Oh, sure. Because nothing says ‘stress-free’ like shitting yourself and letting someone else wipe your ass."
The door to his dorm creaked open, and Lilly, his roommate’s girlfriend, poked her head in. She was holding a clipboard, her expression smug. "Heard you talking to yourself, Lukas. Something wrong?"
He shot her a glare. "Just annoyed at the world’s sudden obsession with turning grown men into babies."
Lilly stepped inside, shutting the door behind her. "You know, it’s not just a ‘sudden obsession.’ There’s actual science behind it." She tapped her clipboard. "The World Health Organization just released a report. Nearly 30% of men in the US are in diapers or pull-ups now. That number’s been climbing steadily for the past two years. And get this..." she flipped a page, "men who embrace regression have a 40% lower rate of anxiety disorders."
Lukas’ hands curled into fists. "Oh, wow. So if I just let someone stick me in a diaper and pat me on the head, all my problems will magically disappear? That’s your solution?"
Lilly plopped down beside him on the couch, her hand immediately patting his knee like he was a nervous toddler. Her fingers lingered, her touch light but deliberate, as if testing his reaction. "It’s okay to be afraid of change," she cooed, her voice dripping with saccharine pity. "But you’ll feel so much better once you let go. I promise."
Lukas jerked away from her touch, his skin crawling. "I’m not scared," he snapped, his voice low and sharp. "I’m just not buying into this delusional fantasy where men are better off as drooling, diapered babies."
Lilly’s smirk didn’t waver. She leaned in, her voice dropping to a mocking whisper. "Oh, Lukas. You say that now, but we both know how this ends."
As Mark walked into his bedroom to start his long holiday weekend he saw a brand new changing pad spread across his bed, a fresh diaper laid out and ready to be put on, powder, wipes and a small note that read, “Thought a full diapered weekend would be a great way to relax and enjoy your long weekend. With dad out of town it would just be the 2 of us. If this is what you want just lay down on the changing pad and I’ll come in and get you ready.”
Mark just stood there for a moment not sure what to do. He really loved the idea of a diapered weekend but he also knew as an 18 year old senior in high school this is not something he should be excited about.
On the other hand, what did a full diapered weekend entail and would this opportunity ever come again? Finally after what seemed like an eternity he walked over to his bed and laid down on the changing pad. As he laid down he noticed Jill was already standing at the door waiting for him to decided.
Without a word, Jill walked up to the bed, fluffed the diaper and spread it under Mark. She then powdered him up and sealed him in his padding for the weekend and helped him sit up.
Jill then said, “I’m so happy you decided to do this! Now that you are all padded up I figured we should probably go over the details. What does a padded weekend look like? I was thinking at the very least that means from now until you wake up for school Tuesday morning you will be in a diaper. That means 24/7 for the next 4 days. Next I was thinking for the extent of the weekend you use your diapers as intended. No holding back just total relaxation. I know pooping made you nervous so if you decide that’s too much we can negotiate there but I do want you to consider it. Last time you made a messy diaper it seemed to have shook you a bit. I was thinking we could use this weekend to give you a chance to try it a few more times.”
“That sounds great but I am a bit nervous. I’ve never used them like this other than the first day you saw me in one.”
“That’s ok Markie. I figured this would be a great weekend for you to just be you and see what you like and don’t like. I also got you a few more surprises. Just things I thought you might want to try.”
Jill handed him a large gift bag. As Mark opened it his eyes lit up. He had seen some of these at the store he bought his diapers from but pushed it out of his mind and hadn’t thought much about what he saw.
In the bag Mark pulled out a large colorful diaper with tools on it (perfect for the tool mans baby), a giant baby bottle, a pack of giant pacifiers, a couple legless onesies of various colors and a pair of footie PJs.
“Now Markie, I don’t think you have to try all of these at once or even enjoy everything but I just thought, in case you had any interest, now you have them.”
Mark was a bit overwhelmed by all of this. Did these items peak his interest? Deep down he knew they did but he wasn’t totally ready for all of it. The onesies did really stick out in his mind more than anything else. He was already so used to only a diaper and TShirt so he reached in and grabbed the light green one out of the bag. Jill then grabbed it from him and slipped it over his head, had him stand up and did the snaps between his legs.
Now dressed in nothing but his long socks, thick diaper and legless onesie he saw himself in the mirror again and just as with the diaper something felt more right than it should.
“Don’t you look so cute? Who would have thought a diaper and onesie would fit you so well?”
Mark just smiled as Jill took his hand and led him to the kitchen for some dinner.
For dinner they had chicken nuggets and Mac and cheese. Mark wasn’t sure if this was because it’s his favorite meal or if it was just more fitting considering what he was wearing.
After dinner they got comfy on the couch and continued their star wars marathon. About an hour in Mark felt the need to pee but remembered the diaper and the expectation to use it for its intended purpose all weekend so he relaxed trying to let things happen naturally. Before he knew it he could feel the warmth grow in his diaper, expand and envelope him in a soft squish. As he finished and felt all the wetness get absorbed, Mark just returned his attention to the show as if nothing had happened.
Jill watched the whole thing, as Mark went still and focused like he was in a trance. She was so proud of him as she began to hear a soft hiss and watched the diaper bulk up. And even prouder when he finished wetting himself and went right back to watching his show just as anyone in a diaper should.
Jill though this would be a good time to let him test another item the had got for him. She walked into the kitchen, grabbed some juice from the fridge and filled up the baby bottle and a cup for Mark and grabbed some treats for Mark as well.
She walked over to the couch Mark was on with the cup in one and bottle in the other.
“No pressure but I thought if you wanted you could try your bottle now if not I grabbed you a normal cup as well.”
She set both on the coffee table and went back to grab the snacks from the table. She hoped she wasn’t pressuring him or taking it too far but she also pushed things a bit with more youthful treats like gold fish, teddy grams and fruit snacks in shapes of little tools.
When she came back to the coffee table her heart almost stopped as she found her baby on the couch in a onesie and wet diaper sucking on the bottle. He took to it so quickly and naturally.
They continued their movie night and Jill watched as he naturally relaxed eating his snacks, drinking from his bottle and I watched as his onesie stretched to accommodate his ever growing wet diaper as he used it throughout the night.
About midnight they finished watching Rouge One. Jill decided this was the perfect time to head to bed. She turned off the TV, helped mark off the couch and watched as he waddled up to his bedroom, saggy diaper swaying with him.
Mark walked straight to his bed and laid on the changing pad as Jill grabbed a fresh diaper and changing supplies.
Mark watched as she came back with a fresh diaper, undid the snaps of his onesie, pulled it out of the way with Marks help lifting his bottom, untapped and opened his extremely wet diaper, wiped him clean with some fresh smelling baby wipes, spread a fresh diaper underneath him, powdered and tapped him up fresh. She then had him stand and swapped his onesie for a PJ t shirt, removed the changing pad from his bed and tucked him in.
As Jill packed up the changing pad she thought, ‘Would he nice to have a permanent spot to change his diaper. Packing this up each night could be a bit annoying.’
The next morning, Jill went in to check on Mark. Upon entering she first noticed the smell, Mark had wet the bed again. Not surprising since he had told her he had not been dry a single morning for several months. Her only question, ‘why does it smell stronger than yesterday?’
Next she noticed the diaper she had pulled from the closet, still sitting next to the bed. Wires connected in her head, ‘Why didn’t Mark put on a diaper last night? He’s seemed off since he messed his diaper yesterday. That must have rattled him.’
Jill shook Mark awake, as his eyes opened realization on what happened showed in his eyes. He got up and ran to the shower. Jill just cleaned up the bed for him and the 2 had a great day and never mentioned the wet bed or the diapers.
That was until around 9:00 that night. As Jill noticed Mark yawn she took control of the situation. She grabbed Mark by the hands, pulled him up from the couch and started walking him to his room. “Let’s get you ready for bed.” As they entered his room she laid him on his bed and walked to his closet. In his closet she grabbed a diaper, powder and a PJ shirt for him.
As she walked back to the bed Mark knew what was happening. He initially wanted to resist but mom had also not asked.
“Let’s get you ready for bed. No more wet beds”
She helped him take off his clothes, slipped a PJ shirt on him, laid him back, unfolded the diaper underneath him, powdered him up and taped him into the warm, padded protection.
She then kissed his forehead and tucked him into bed as mark quickly fell asleep.
The next working Mark woke up wet as usual but for some reason the diaper felt better than normal. As he lay in bed, hand on the bulge of the diaper, feeling the warm, crinkly mass everything just felt more right. He felt truly happy for the first time in a while.
“Mark, breakfast is ready.” Jill yelled from downstairs.
‘That’s odd’ Mark thought ‘why is she not at work?’
In his curiosity, Mark walked downstairs in nothing but is PJ shirt and extremely wet diaper. Jill had breakfast on the table and didn’t mention his diaper as he sat down. After breakfast Jill spoke up, “I changed my shift at work to start after you go to school. I felt bad that you had gone through the bedwetting alone because I was at work.
Moving forward there will be a few changes. One, until I say otherwise, you will always wear a diaper to bed. Two, after the other night I will always be the one to diaper you and each morning I will also you take it off. This will help me keep track of your wetting.”
As Mark had secretly really enjoyed Jill changing him he put up no resistance. Each night before bed she would change him from his adult clothes to a PJ shirt and one of his thick diapers. Each morning she would remove his wet diaper, wipe him clean with some baby wipes and send him off to the shower.
They settled into quite the routine and both very much enjoyed the one on one time. Jill had talked to Tim about it and he hadn’t said much but then again, the relationship of a mom and her son is very different from that of a dad and his son. Mark and Jill had also always had their own special bond since birth.
They settled into that routine without any deviations for about 3 weeks until one Friday afternoon. Tim was going to he out of town with Al scouting a location for their next big Tool Time project and Mark didn’t have classes on Monday. So when Mark got home Friday afternoon Jill had left a small surprise for Mark on his bed.
As the weeks passed, Mark grew more comfortable in diapers. What had started as something he only relied on at night slowly crept into his evenings—sometimes he’d put one on after dinner, telling himself it was just for peace of mind.
He believed he was being careful. Invisible.
Jill, however, had begun to notice the changes.
At first, they were small things. Mark stayed home more. He spent long stretches in his room. He went to bed earlier than usual. Every so often, she thought she heard a faint crinkle when he moved, but she brushed it off.
Then there were other details she couldn’t quite ignore. Pajama bottoms stopped showing up in the laundry. The trash Mark carried out from his room seemed heavier than it should be. Still, Mark had always been a good kid—private, responsible—and she didn’t want to invade his space or embarrass him by asking the wrong question. So she watched. And waited.
One Saturday morning, Mark was still asleep well past 11:00. That alone was unusual. Concerned, Jill went to check on him.
When she opened the door, something felt off immediately—a familiar scent she couldn’t place at first. Then she saw him.
The blankets had slipped away sometime in the night. Mark lay there, half-awake, wearing only a T-shirt and a soaked diaper.
For a moment, the world seemed to pause.
Then everything clicked at once—the early nights, the missing pajamas, the trash, the sounds she’d dismissed. All the little pieces fell into place.
Mark’s eyes fluttered open. He saw her standing there.
They stared at each other, frozen. Seconds stretched on, heavy and unbearable.
Then Jill saw his face crumple.
Tears welled in Mark’s eyes, not from being caught, but from the fear of what this moment might become. Jill hadn’t fully processed what she was seeing, but she knew one thing with absolute certainty: how she reacted right now would shape everything that came after.
Without a word, she walked to his closet. Behind his shirts sat the case she’d half-expected to find. She pulled out a diaper, fluffed it as she crossed the room, and—steady, calm, decisive—changed him.
Mark didn’t resist. He couldn’t.
This was her way of saying before we talk, before we explain, you are safe.
When she finished, she sat beside him and held him. No questions. No lectures. Just quiet comfort while he cried into her shoulder.
After a while, she spoke softly.
“Let’s get you something to eat. Then we’ll talk.”
She helped him up and guided him downstairs. She made him lunch like she had a hundred times before, as if the world hadn’t shifted beneath both of them.
As Mark sat at the table, dressed simply in a fresh diaper and T-shirt, eating in silence, the reality of it all began to sink in. Jill noticed the way his shoulders tensed, the way his thoughts seemed to spiral.
“I know you probably never imagined this happening,” she said gently. “And I know you’re scared of what comes next. But I need you to hear this first—I’m here. I love you exactly as you are.”
Then she paused.
“Can you tell me how we got here?”
Mark told her everything. The bedwetting. The deal with Brad and Randy. The comfort he’d found in diapers. And finally, in a barely audible voice, how safe it had felt just now—to be changed—to be cared for without fear.
Jill listened. She didn’t interrupt. She didn’t rush him.
After he told his story she left it at that. “Sounds like a wild couple of months for you. I’m sorry you went through that alone. Let’s just take things a step at a time. First, let’s have a chill afternoon and just watch some movies together. How does that sound?”
“That sounds great. Can we watch Star Wars?”
“Absolutely. Second step, do you want to stay dressed like this or change? Sounds like you haven’t worn a diaper during the day since Brad and Randy left.”
“That sounds really relaxing. Are you sure thats ok?”
“No problem at all. Let me get some drinks while you get the movie going.”
Jill watched as Mark left the table with a bit of a waddle and his giant diaper on full display. Mark got Star Wars episode 1 going while I grabbed us each a Dr Pepper and popped some popcorn.
I had never seen Mark so relaxed. He was curled up in a ball, wrapped in a blanket, not a muscle in his body tensed up so when episode 1 ended I grabbed the remote, started the next one, refilled his drink and just observed while enjoying the movie as well. About halfway into the next one Mark began to fidget more and more and I saw that absolute relaxation in him disappear. Eventually I decided to ask him what was going on, although, as a mother of 3 I knew the potty dance quite well. “Hey Mark, whats up? Why are you moving so much?”
“I kinda hafta go potty but also don’t want to leave my spot or stop watching the movie.”
This kinda caught me off guard. I guess I kinda just assumed he was comfortable using the diaper. Maybe it’s just because I’m here?
“Well Markie, you’re wearing a diaper. You don’t have to get up if you don’t want to.”
He looked at me shyly and said, “Really? I’ve never gone on purpose, only in my sleep.”
“It’s up to you but that’s what diapers are for.”
I watched as his whole body returned to full relaxation and after a few moments I could hear the faint hiss of a diaper being used and as he twitched I could also see the diaper growing and absorbing everything. Once the hissing stopped I reached over, checked his diaper and said, “that can still hold a bit more so why don’t we keep watching and I’ll change you later.”
Mark wordlessly agreed and I could see the joy growing within him. Mark could not believe how good it felt to wet himself like that. The warmth growing between his legs, the way the diaper expanded and formed softly around his body. He had never felt anything like it.
About an hour later he began to twitch again. Jill figured he would eventually say something or remember it’s ok to use the diaper but he kept twitching. Then it clicked, maybe this time it was more than just a wet diaper. As far as jill knew he hadn’t pooped today.
“Hey Markie. You doing ok over there? Remember you’re wearing a diaper.”
“Mommy it’s not just pee this time…?”
“Does Markie need to make a poopoo?”
He shyly nodded.
“I know it’s a big step but if you need to the diaper is there to catch everything. If you don’t feel comfortable I can help you take it off and then tape a fresh one on you after you use the toilet.”
“Ca… can I use the toilet?”
“Absolutely. Let’s get you to the bathroom and then I can take off your diaper.”
Halfway down the hall mark stopped, bent his knees, released some gas, gas turned wet as it became clear he was messing himself.
The feeling was surreal. At first it was very similar to peeing, the diaper warms and expands from behind but unlike peeing it didn’t get absorbed. When it ran out of space it moved up and down spreading in all directions. The feeling was odd and left Mark unsure about the feeling and quite ashamed. He hadn’t planned to use the diaper.
After it was clear he was done Jill slowly approached him. He was clearly upset, tears building up in his eyes.
Jill look his hand and started walking him to his bedroom, “Let’s get you changed.”
She laid him down on the bed, grabbed a fresh diaper and wipes, came back to the bed when Mark finally spoke up.
Tearfully he said, “I didn’t mean too. I think I waited too long. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s ok Mark. Let’s get you cleaned up and back to our movie.”
She pulled open the diaper, pulled out a bunch of wipes and began cleaning him up. Once he was nice and clean she reached for the diaper Mark spoke up again, “I don’t want a diaper. Can I put on underwear?”
“Of course.” So Jill left taking the dirty diaper with her. Mark got dressed as normal and neither of them talked about the diapers the rest of the day until Mark got up to go to bed.
“Do you need help getting ready for bed?”
Mark, knowing she was talking about diapering him, replied, “No I’m good.” After his accident he wasn’t feeling too comfortable with the diapers and hesitant to wear one. Upon entering his room he saw the diaper his mom had pulled out for his messy diaper change. He debated with himself for a while and decided that he didn’t need diapers. He’s basically an adult not a baby. That night, the first time since before Brad and Randy, Mark went to bed without a diaper on.
Nervousness twisted together with something else—something warmer, harder to name.
Inside, the air smelled faintly of plastic and antiseptic. The shelves seemed endless. Packages stacked high and wide: plain white ones with clinical labels, others splashed with color, some thin and discreet, others unmistakably thick. A few looked uncomfortably close to oversized baby diapers.
Mark swallowed.
He found the brand he’d been wearing and picked up a pack, reading the label more carefully than ever before. Light protection. Reliable, sure—but right next to it sat thicker versions, designed for heavier needs. Longer nights. Less worry.
His fingers hovered.
Then, before he could overthink it, he lifted a full case into his cart.
At the register, his face burned as he avoided eye contact, bracing himself for judgment that never came. The cashier didn’t blink. Just another purchase. Just another customer.
On his way out, his eyes caught on something he hadn’t expected. An entire aisle he hadn’t noticed before. Giant pacifiers. Bottles. Soft-looking baby clothes. Diapers that didn’t even try to look medical.
His chest tightened—not with fear this time, but with curiosity.
He forced himself to turn away. One step at a time, he told himself. He paid, grabbed the receipt, and left.
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At home, reality set in quickly.
A whole case of diapers didn’t exactly disappear on its own. After some hurried closet reorganization, he managed to tuck them out of sight, stacked neatly behind hanging clothes. No one ever went in there but him. It would be fine.
Probably.
Curiosity won anyway.
He sliced open the packaging and pulled one free.
“Wow…” he muttered.
It was noticeably thicker—heavier in his hands, sturdier. The padding felt dense, reassuring. Comforting, even. The thought that these would keep him dry no matter what brought a wave of relief… and something else he wasn’t quite ready to examine.
He considered putting it on immediately.
A car door slammed downstairs.
Mark froze.
Later, he decided quickly. I’ll wait.
He left his current diaper on and headed downstairs, where his mom had just come home with pizza. Dinner passed in a blur. He was hyperaware of every movement, every sound. He could’ve sworn the faint crinkle followed him like an echo, though no one said a word.
Afterward, they watched a couple episodes of Bones. He barely registered the plot.
Finally, mercifully, it was time for bed.
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Upstairs, alone at last, his anticipation buzzed through him. He undressed slowly, deliberately, peeling off the thinner diaper he’d worn all day. Lying back, he positioned the new one beneath him and taped it on.
The difference was immediate.
This wasn’t subtle. The padding was thick, substantial, impossible to ignore. Walking felt different—slower, heavier. He caught his reflection in the mirror and lingered there longer than he meant to.
Eighteen years old. A senior in high school.
And somehow… it didn’t feel wrong.
It felt inevitable.
As he climbed into bed, the unfamiliar bulk settled around him, grounding him. He slept deeply.
Morning came warm and heavy, the diaper even thicker than before, molded to him. The sensation made him pause, just lying there, breathing, letting himself feel it. Eventually, he got up, showered, and went about his day.
A routine formed quietly after that.
Dinner. A little time downstairs. Back to his room. Diaper on. Morning warmth. Comfortable squish. A few stolen moments before the shower.
Weeks passed.
Mark grew comfortable—too comfortable, maybe. He stopped hiding it as carefully, venturing out of his room late at night, sometimes sleeping without pants because it simply felt more natural that way.
Mark woke slowly, rolling onto his side and feeling the familiar, unmistakable squish beneath him. His night diaper was wet. With a sleepy sigh, he fumbled for the pacifier he’d dropped sometime during the night and slipped it back into his mouth. A low rumble passed through his stomach, and instinct took over—he tensed, grunted softly, and pushed, letting the mess settle where it had so many mornings before.
Now all he could do was wait for Mommy to come in and take care of his morning diaper.
But Mark hadn’t always been like this.
To understand how he ended up here, you had to go back about a year.
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Mark knew his brothers had always teased him, but this time… they weren’t wrong. He was far too old to still be wetting the bed. It had been happening for a while, something he’d managed to keep hidden thanks to a convenient routine: Mom worked part-time now, Dad left early every morning, and Mark was usually alone when he woke up.
That illusion shattered when Brad and Randy came home for fall break.
Half-asleep and soaked through, Mark bundled his sheets and headed downstairs, planning to toss them straight into the washer like always. He rounded the corner—
—and walked straight into his brothers.
The laughter was instant and relentless.
Mark stood frozen, cheeks burning, clutching the evidence against his chest. They teased him mercilessly, just like they had his entire life, but this time felt different. This wasn’t a bad haircut or a dumb childhood story.
This could ruin him.
When the laughter finally died down, Mark’s voice cracked as he begged them not to tell anyone. Brad’s grin turned slow and sharp, and Mark knew—deep down—that he’d just made things worse.
Too bad Mom’s not here to save me, he thought. Even she wouldn’t know what to say if she knew how much of a baby I really am.
Brad leaned close to Randy and whispered something. Randy snorted, then nodded.
Finally, Brad turned back to him.
“So,” he said casually, “what are you willing to do to keep this little… wet secret?”
Panic answered before pride could.
“I’ll do anything.”
Brad smiled.
“Good. We’ll be back with our terms.”
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An hour later, they returned with a large package and ordered Mark upstairs. In his room, Brad tore the box open and revealed a thick, oversized diaper.
“Here’s the deal,” Brad said. “You wear these. All day. Every day. Until we leave on Sunday.”
Mark swallowed hard but nodded.
Randy didn’t wait. He tugged Mark’s pants and underwear down while Brad opened the diaper and taped it snugly into place. The crinkle was loud in the quiet room.
“You keep this on,” Brad said, stepping back, “and we keep our mouths shut.”
Mark pulled his pants up, heart pounding. He was mortified—completely and utterly—but beneath that embarrassment was something else. Something confusing.
Comfort.
The day passed mostly normally, though every step reminded him of the thick padding between his legs. By bedtime, Brad handed him a fresh diaper. This one felt heavier. Different.
Mark had a feeling it wouldn’t be dry in the morning.
He was right.
When he woke, the diaper was warm, swollen, and unmistakably used—but the bed beneath him was perfectly dry. For the first time in months, there were no sheets to hide, no washer to rush toward.
The diaper had worked.
Mark showered and dressed, unable to stop thinking about how easy the morning had been. How comfortable the night had felt. How safe it was, knowing he didn’t have to worry.
The routine continued through the week. The teasing never stopped—but neither did the diapers. And to Mark’s quiet surprise, he found himself enjoying them. Especially at night.
When Brad and Randy finally left, Mark stood in his room, diaper still on, staring at the nearly empty package.
He didn’t take it off.
Instead, he decided—just for now—that nighttime diapers made sense. Practical. Helpful.
David had fully shifted into a new rhythm—working from home in soft clothes, rarely using the toilet, and leaning into the daily routine Lily had so lovingly built around him. Diaper checks and scheduled changes were part of their day now. So were bottles after long meetings, and quiet nap breaks curled up with his favorite blanket.
But there was one thing they hadn’t done yet: social time.
“You know,” Lily said one Friday morning as she fastened the tapes on his clean daytime diaper, “Rachel and Kai invited us over for a barbecue this weekend. You haven’t seen them in months.”
David hesitated, propped up on the bed with his shirt bunched around his chest. “Do they know?”
“No,” Lily said gently, “and they don’t need to. But you don’t have to hide, either. I’ll help you stay comfortable and discreet. You can wear jeans over your diaper, bring a small bag with supplies, and we’ll just… play it cool.”
He exhaled slowly. “Okay. I trust you.”
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Saturday afternoon was sunny and warm when they pulled up to Rachel and Kai’s place.
David wore soft jeans over his diaper, a navy hoodie, and low-top sneakers. Lily carried a canvas bag that looked like any other weekend tote—but it held wipes, powder, and two changes, just in case. David had double-checked his padding before they left; he was dry, but nervous.
Rachel greeted them at the door with a hug and a smile. “It’s been forever!”
Inside, the smell of grilled veggies and fresh lemonade filled the house. Kai was already outside at the grill, waving them over.
As the afternoon unfolded, David relaxed more than he expected. They played lawn games, caught up on travel stories, and swapped shows to binge. When Rachel asked how working from home had been, David grinned.
“Honestly? It’s been good. Slower mornings, better breaks. Just… leaning into comfort.”
Lily shot him a subtle, knowing look. “He’s gotten really good at self-care,” she added with a warm smile.
At one point, while Rachel poured drinks in the kitchen, Lily leaned in and whispered, “Still doing okay?”
David nodded. “I think I need a change soon, though. Not urgent.”
“We’ll sneak inside after dessert,” she said softly, giving his hand a light squeeze.
Later, after cake and some laughter around the firepit, Lily pulled him gently aside.
“C’mon, let’s do a quick check.”
They stepped into the guest bathroom together. Lily locked the door and crouched to unzip the bag.
“You’re a little soggy,” she whispered with a smile. “But nothing too bad.”
David leaned back against the counter, relaxed now as she worked quickly and quietly, replacing the wet padding with a clean, crinkly diaper and refastening his jeans. She washed her hands, passed him a bottle of water, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
“You did amazing today,” she said.
On the way home, David looked out the window, feeling something he hadn’t quite realized he’d missed: confidence. He hadn’t been afraid. He hadn’t had to pretend. And thanks to Lily, he hadn’t felt alone in any of it.
“I think I could do more things like that,” he said softly.
“You can do anything,” Lily replied. “You’re not broken. You’re just different. And we’ve built a life that works for you.”
He reached for her hand as the city lights passed them by, the car humming softly under their wheels
She was planning something—whispering on the phone, closing tabs quickly when he walked into the room, and smiling just a little too much when he asked questions.
“You’ll see,” she’d say with a grin, ruffling his hair like he was five.
On Friday night, she finally let it slip. As he waddled into the bedroom in a fresh diaper and dinosaur-print pajama pants, she handed him a Mickey Mouse plush and a folded piece of paper.
“What’s this?” he asked, his eyes lighting up.
“Your itinerary,” she said. “We’re flying out tomorrow morning. Three days at Disney. I already packed your bag.”
David blinked. “Wait—Disney? You mean like… the parks? The real thing?”
She nodded. “Yup. I booked a suite at the resort, all meals included, early access passes… and yes, baby,” she added gently, “you’ll be diapered the entire trip.”
His face went red, but she cupped his cheek.
“No pressure. I’ve got everything planned—backpacks, quick-change supplies, the thick but quiet diapers you like. No one’s going to notice. You just get to be my little guy and have fun.”
The next morning, they were on a plane before sunrise.
David wore comfy sweatpants over his diaper, a hoodie with cartoon ears on the hood, and had a pacifier clipped inside his bag just in case he got nervous. Lily held his hand through takeoff, offering him a bottle of juice disguised in a grown-up thermos.
She whispered in his ear: “Today, you don’t need to be the adult. Just enjoy.”
At the resort, everything was seamless. Lily checked them in while David stood by her side, clutching his plushie. No one batted an eye. She had already arranged for early check-in and a private room with extra laundry service—just in case.
That first afternoon, they hit the parks. He wore layered shorts over his diaper and a long t-shirt. Lily had a diaper bag disguised as a regular backpack, filled with wipes, powder, changes, and even a collapsible changing pad. Every few hours, she’d lean in close and ask quietly, “Do we need a change?” Sometimes he did. Sometimes he didn’t even realize he was wet.
Their day was filled with color, music, and laughter. They rode It’s a Small World, teacups, and a slow boat ride where Lily sat him between her legs and wrapped her arms around his waist. He felt small. And safe.
That evening, back in their hotel room, Lily unzipped his shorts and smiled.
“You did great today,” she said, finding him soaked but happy. “Let’s get you into something thick for bed.”
She laid him down, wiped him clean, and taped him into a nighttime diaper with stars and moons, then added a soft onesie she’d packed just for the trip.
“I brought storybooks too,” she added, pulling out a small stack. “Want me to read to you?”
He nodded, pacifier in his mouth now.
She read to him as he snuggled beside her, head resting on her chest, her hand gently patting his padded bottom.
Over the next two days, they explored every corner of the parks—riding rides, meeting characters, and sharing snacks. Lily kept him on a soft routine: morning changes, afternoon naps back at the hotel, evening bottles, and lots of hand-holding.
At one point, while waiting in line for a show, he whispered, “I wet again…”
Lily gave his hand a squeeze. “Good boy,” she said simply, then leaned close. “After the show, we’ll do a change, okay?”
David’s heart fluttered. In the middle of the happiest place on Earth, he felt deeply, beautifully little—and absolutely loved.
On their final night, Lily surprised him one more time—with matching ears and a “First Visit” pin that she gently pinned to his shirt.
“You’ve been such a brave, sweet boy,” she said. “This whole trip, you trusted me completely. That means the world to me.”
He hugged her tightly, words lost behind his pacifier.
The next morning, as they boarded the flight home, David was already in a clean diaper and cozy clothes. He fell asleep against her shoulder before takeoff, pacifier clipped to his collar, and one hand resting on the stuffed Mickey Mouse still tucked under his arm
By the time fall arrived, what started as a way to manage stress and bedwetting had become something else entirely.
David wasn’t just wearing diapers at night anymore. They were part of his life now. On most days, he padded around the house in soft lounge clothes or footed pajamas, rarely thinking twice about when—or if—he needed the bathroom.
And Lily… she didn’t just accept it.
She embraced it.
Their lives had slowed into a comforting rhythm: Lily would wake up first, make coffee, and greet him in bed with a warm smile and a diaper check. Sometimes he was wet. Sometimes messy. She never made a big deal of it—just kissed his forehead, got out the wipes and powder, and quietly cleaned him up while humming softly.
On weekends, she’d dress him in fresh padding and a cozy shirt—sometimes adding playful touches like socks with cartoon animals or pajama pants with stars or moons. He never argued. He felt safe, and Lily made it feel… normal.
“I like seeing you like this,” she said once, brushing his hair back as he nursed a warm bottle she’d prepared on a rainy afternoon. “You’re softer. Calmer. I think you needed this part of you to have space.”
David blushed but nodded. He no longer tried to explain or justify it. There were parts of him that had always wanted to let go of responsibility, to feel nurtured and unburdened. And Lily gave him permission to lean into that—without shame.
Gradually, their routine shifted.
Diapers became the default.
If he wasn’t at work, he was padded. And even workdays began with Lily offering him a fresh diaper “just in case,” tucked under his slacks. At first it was occasional—long meetings, road trips, late nights.
But eventually, David stopped taking it off entirely. His control had slipped more than he realized. And honestly? He didn’t miss it.
Lily adjusted their home around the change. A diaper caddy appeared in the bedroom. A second changing station was set up discreetly in the guest bathroom. She bought thicker night diapers and colorful covers that peeked above his pajama bottoms. He started drinking from bottles more often in the evenings, and once a week, Lily even spoon-fed him dinner while they sat cross-legged on the living room floor.
Nothing was forced. But the more David surrendered to the gentle routine Lily offered, the more peaceful he became.
One Sunday morning, Lily leaned against the doorframe as David waddled out of the bedroom in a damp nighttime diaper and a soft, oversized sweatshirt.
“Do you want your cartoons?” she asked with a grin.
He nodded sheepishly.
“Then let’s get you changed and cozy.”
She led him to the living room, changed him right there on the rug with the sun pouring through the windows, and helped him into a fresh daytime diaper with cute little clouds on the front. She gave his tummy a light pat, then pulled him onto the couch and settled in beside him.
They watched an old cartoon together, her arm around him as he leaned against her chest, nursing a warm bottle of almond milk she’d made just the way he liked it—with cinnamon and a little vanilla.
He dozed off partway through the second episode. When he woke up, he was wet again—but he didn’t feel embarrassed.
He felt… content.
That evening, Lily sat across from him at dinner.
“I’ve been thinking,” she said. “We’re basically already doing this full-time. What if we made it official? You don’t have to think about the bathroom anymore. At all. I’ll keep you dry, and clean, and happy. Every day. Would that feel good?”
David swallowed, his heart racing.
“I want that,” he whispered. “I don’t want to worry about control anymore. I just want to let go.”
Lily smiled, reaching across the table to take his hand.
“Then it’s settled. Diapers, all the time. And we’ll build a little routine around it. A nap schedule. Playtime. Even bath time, if you want it.”
His cheeks flushed, but he didn’t protest. He felt warm, safe, and completely seen.
As they went to bed that night, Lily changed him one last time, humming softly as she powdered and taped him up snugly.
“You’re my good boy,” she whispered as she pulled the blanket over them. “And you’re exactly where you belong.”
