Seen And Not Smelled
“So we just finished up dinner at the restaurant," Tessa explained, "and we get back in my car—because of course I had to drive— and what does he do?? He pulls out a fucking strap-on and asks me if I’ll peg him!”
*gasp!*
“Noooo!”
"Stahhp!!
“He had it with him the whole time?!”
“Yup. Full harness, dildo, veins and everything. Just chilling in his bag ready to go, apparently.”
“And what did you say?”
“Oh, I was PISSED!”
“I know, right? I would be too! I mean, this was y’all’s first date and y’all had been talking for—what? Two days?? And he asks you to PEG him?!”
“Oh, I wasn’t offended by that.” Tessa said, waving it off and taking a sip of her wine. “I was offended that he brought one that was so goddamn small.”
“WHAAAT?!?!” The girls shrieked in surprise.
“So what did you do??”
Tessa crooked an eyebrow like it was the most obvious answer in the world. “I grabbed mine out of the trunk. Three sizes bigger. Then I drove around to the back of the restaurant, bent him over that same trunk, and fucked his ass right then and there.”
The girls howled with laughter. Hands smacking their thighs as they rolled around on the cushions of the couch.
“He swore up and down that he couldn’t take it. That it was ‘too big’…” Tessa continued, smiling victoriously. “but I made it fit. Made him squeal like a pig, too. Fucked him so hard he jizzed all over the concrete like a little bitch without me even touching his little dick!”
Priya almost snorted wine out of her nose.
Lauren wheezed. “And then what?”
Tessa shrugged, taking another sip. “I drove off. Left him by the dumpster with his pants down and his asshole gaped open. That’s what he gets for making me split the tab!”
The room lost it. Maeve wiping tears of laughter from her eyes before her mascara ran, Lauren doubled over clutching her stomach, Sara fanning herself like she might faint from secondhand glee.
“God DAMN, you’re ruthless! I love it.”
Priya tried to speak through giggles. “Okay, well my story isn’t that good, but I did have one guy last week that—”
She stopped cold. Nose wrinkled.
“Uhh… do you guys smell that?”
Lauren sniffed, face twisting. “Oh! God…yeah. That’s poop.”
Tessa’s eyes flicked down. “Uh… Maeve?”
They all collectively turned their attention from her, to the middle of the floor.
Noah had been there the whole time, kneeling quietly among his Lego bricks, thick cartoon-printed diaper crinkling faintly with every tiny shift.
Maeve sighed, small and resigned. She set her glass down.
“Noah,” she said sweetly, “honey…” she leaned forward and dropped her volume, as if she was about to have a discreet conversation even though all eyes and ears of the girls around could very much hear. “Did you make a stinky, sweetie?” She asked, “Did you have a little…accident?”
Noah didn’t answer. Couldn’t. His face flushed deeper than crimson, eyes glued to the half-finished Lego structure. A tiny, involuntary whimper escaped.
The girls exchanged glances.
Maeve let out a long exhale, then stood up slowly, smoothing her skirt. She walked over, and crouched behind him. Without ceremony she lifted the hem of his t-shirt, exposing the waistband of the diaper. One manicured finger hooked inside the back elastic and tugged it open just enough to peer in.
A pause. Then a low, tired groan.
“Yup,” she muttered, letting the elastic snap back. “Full load. Great timing, babe.”
She stayed crouched there for a second, rubbing her temple.
“Noah...didn't I tell you that tonight you were supposed to be seen and not heard? Did you not thinking that included smelled as well?” She exhaled hard through her nose. “Did you really have to do this right now? In front of my friends?”
Noah’s lower lip trembled, tears welling up in his eyes. "I'm s-sorry, Mommy. I had to go but I didn't want to interwupt and I didn't know what to do so I...I..." A soft, choked sob escaped...then another. His whole body shook with quiet, humiliated crying.
Maeve’s face softened immediately. All exasperation and frustration vanishing instantly.
“Oh, baby…” she whispered, wrapping her arms around him from behind, pulling him back against her chest in a gentle hug.
“I’m s-s-sorry, Mommy,” he choked out between sobs. “I’m so sorry. The girls are mad at me now. They’re mad and they hate me. I’m gwoss. I’m so gross and I ruined everything! I ruined girls’ night. I didn’t mean to!! I tried to hold it but I couldn’t and now everyone’s mad and the night is ruined because of m-m-me…”
He was having a full-on meltdown. So used to constantly being in Little Space that he forgot what it was like to hold back and save a little dignity. He cried and blubbered and let it all out.
Maeve immediately wrapped her arms around him and rocked him slowly, one hand cradling the nape of his neck, the other patting his heavy, sagging diaper in steady, comforting rhythms. “Shhh!! It’s okay, baby. Mommy’s sorry. I didn’t mean to be so hard on you. You couldn’t help it, could you? I know, sweetie. I know...”
She pressed a kiss to the top of his head, rocking him until the sobs eased into sniffles, until his breathing slowed and he leaned into her like he always did when he felt small and safe.
But the room was dead silent. Several long, awkward, heavy beats passed. No laughter, no quick quips, just the faint crinkle of Noah’s diaper as he curled tighter, shoulders shaking with quiet, mortified sobs.
Then Tessa—bold, unflappable Tessa—leaned forward, voice dropping into that warm, deliberate tone she used when she was about to take charge of an awkward moment.
“Hey…" she said softly, leaning forward on the couch, locking eyes with Noah, "...I heard someone has a poopy diaper,” a small smirk creeping up the side of her lip.
Noah's sobbing stopped with a hiccup, panicked.
“And it smells pretty yucky, huh?" Tessa continued, "Like...really gross. Big, stinky, full-on messy load.” She paused, letting the words settle without flinching. “But you know what?”
Noah braced for a brutal remark, something to scold and humiliate him, but it never came. Instead, Tessa smiled.
"It's okay." she said simply.
Noah’s sobs hitched. He lifted his head just enough to peek at her, eyes red-rimmed and incredulous, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Slowly, hesitantly, he leaned his head off Maeve’s chest, still sniffling, still clinging to her shirt with one fist.
Priya, catching on, smiled and leaned forward. "Aww! Is somewon embarwessed of that big lumpy load in their diapee? Hmm?" She didn’t wait for an answer, just tilted her head, letting a small, knowing smile creep in. "Did you really think we don't know what you do in those things?" she scoffed lightly, teasing but warm "Please! We know all about your pamper-pooping habits. Your mommy's told us all the stories!"
“Yeah…” Lauren joined in, softer, almost conspiratorial. “Did you think a little stink would scare us away? Come on… Like we haven’t heard about the blowouts in the park… or that time at the coffee shop when you two had to duck into the family restroom for an emergency change. We’ve been briefed, baby.”
Noah’s breathing slowed. The tears still slipped down his cheeks, but the frantic edge had dulled. His wide eyes moved from face to face, searching, waiting for the judgment that never came.
Tessa leaned forward reaching out her hand to beckon him. “Come here, little one." she said "Let me check you.”
He glanced at Maeve for reassurance, who smiled and nodded. She gave him an encouraging squeeze before letting him crawl over until he was close enough for Tessa's reach.
"Well go on..." she said, spinning her finger, "turn around so I can see your diaper."
Noah flushed a fresh fuchsia color on his cheeks, hanging his head a bit in shyness as he crinkled around in a circle, exposing his bottom.
There was only a hint of hesitation as Tessa reached out, her palm resting lightly against the thick, sagging seat of Noah's diaper. Lifting it and testing the weight of the heavy load before letting it plop back down.
"Mmm-hmm," Tessa murmured, giving the padded bottom a gentle pat, "That's definitely full!" She leaned in a little bit, giving a sniff, then recoiled. "Oof! Yea! And stinky too!!"
Noah whimpered, flipping back around in shy embarrassment. But Tessa still smiled. “See?” she said. “Still here. Not running. Not grossed out. Nothing scary about that. Just means the diaper did its job. And you did yours.”
Priya mirrored her, extending a finger to poke the side of the bulge, testing the give, like she was checking ripeness on fruit. A soft crinkle-squish. She raised an eyebrow at Maeve.
“Your mommy thinks we’ve never smelled a dirty diaper before. As if we don’t know exactly what kind of boyfriend she’s got.”
Lauren leaned in last, giving the padded bottom a single, affectionate squeeze, enough to make Noah squeak and bury his face deeper, but the squeeze lingered warm and steady.
“We expected you to dookie in your diaper eventually,” she murmured. “It’s what diapers are for, silly! That's why you wear them. No one’s mad. Promise.”
Noah’s lower lip quivered once more, but this time the tears that fell were slower, quieter. He sniffled hard, wiped his nose on the back of his wrist, and—almost against his will—a tiny, wobbly smile flickered at the corner of his mouth.
Maeve exhaled a long, shaky breath of relief. She rubbed slow circles on his back and looked around the circle at her friends, eyes shining. “Thank you,” she whispered. “All of you.”
Tessa just shrugged one shoulder, still smiling down at Noah. “Told you. We’re not going anywhere.”
Maeve swallowed, nodded, thanked them again for their understanding, then stood up straight. “I’m going to take him to the bedroom and change him real fast. I’ll be right—”
"What?"
"No way!" Priya waved her off. "Don’t hide the fun! He’s right here. Change him on the floor. We want the full show!”
Lauren nodded eagerly. “Yeah, come on. Live entertainment. We’ve seen the meltdown, might as well get the rest.”
Tessa leaned closer. “Please? It’s hilarious. And...kind of hot. In a weird way.”
“Okay, well… I dunno about ‘hot,’" Priya said, "but it definitely is… cute. Intimate.” She gave a small, reluctant smile.
The other girls murmured agreement, “Totally cute.”
Maeve exhaled. “Fine. But if anyone makes him cry, you’re all out.”
The girls squealed and clapped their hands in excited victory.
Maeve paused, hand still resting on Noah’s back. She looked down at hi, brushing a thumb across his damp cheek. “Baby?” she asked, voice low and private despite the audience. “You okay if Mommy changes you right here? Let the girls see how I take care of you when you have a big accident?”
Noah hesitated, eyes flicking toward the circle of faces. None of them mocking, all of them waiting with quiet patience. He swallowed hard, then gave the smallest nod. His voice came out tiny, cracked but steadying. “…Okay, Mommy.”
Maeve pressed a kiss to his head. “Alright then.”
She reached for the changing pad she kept folded nearby (always prepared), shook it out across the center of the rug, and smoothed it flat. The faint plastic crinkle seemed louder in the hushed room.
“Come here, sweetie. On your back for Mommy.”
Noah moved slowly, still shaky from the crying, still flushed, but he crawled the short distance and lay down without protest. Knees came up instinctively, arms resting stiff at his sides like he was bracing himself. The diaper sagged heavily between his thighs, the faint earthy smell still lingering in the air.
Maeve knelt beside him, putting a pacifier in his mouth to soothe him. Then ripped the tapes open one at a time with soft, sharp pops. The front panel fell away slowly, revealing the thick, messy contents. The smell bloomed stronger for a moment, no one flinched, but their noses did wrinkle.
Tessa leaned in just a fraction, voice warm and low. “Look at that… you really packed it in there, huh? Such a big, messy boy!”
Priya’s eyes widened, not in disgust, but in something closer to quiet awe. “Wow. That’s… a lot. You didn’t hold anything back, did you, sweetie?”
Lauren rested her chin in her hand, smiling softly. “It’s okay that it’s yucky. Diapers are made for yucky. You did exactly what you were supposed to!”
Maeve reached for the pack of wipes, pulling one free with a soft rustle. She started at the top. Slow, careful strokes across his lower belly, then lower still, folding the wipe and using fresh sections each time. The cool cloth made Noah twitch and suck in a small breath.
Tessa noticed. “Awww, cold wipey? Brrrrrr!!! Poor baby! Hold still!”
Maeve worked methodically, lifting his legs gently by the ankles to get underneath, wiping between cheeks, folding, wiping again. Every motion calm, practiced, loving. She didn’t rush, she let the moment breathe.
Priya watched, voice soft. “Your mommy’s so good at this. Look how gentle she is! You’re in good hands. We’re all right here!”
Maeve’s fingers moved to the creases of his thighs, cleaning the last traces with tender precision. As the wipe glided over the sensitive skin just beside his groin, Noah winced.
“Uh oh! Looks like someone’s getting hard!”
Priya leaned in a fraction, grinning. “Awww! Are you getting a boner??”
“Someone’s winkie likes the attention!” Tessa giggled, "Even when it's messy time!"
Noah’s face ignited scarlet from forehead to collarbones. He slapped both hands over his eyes with a mortified squeak, legs instinctively trying to close even as Maeve gently held them parted to finish the wipe-down. A tiny, embarrassed whimper slipped out from behind his palms.
Maeve didn’t miss a beat. She simply gave his tummy a soft, reassuring pat. “Shhh, it’s okay, baby,” she murmured, voice low and soothing. “Nothing to be shy about. You can't help it. Just a little excited from all the love and attention. That's all.”
She finished the last gentle pass with the wipe, then set it in the dirty diaper below, balled it up, put it aside, and reached for the baby powder. A generous puff of sweet-scented cloud drifted down, she rubbed it in with slow, circling palms over his bottom, between his legs, across his pelvis, careful and thorough, never lingering too long on the now-prominent erection but never shying away from it either.
Priya inhaled deeply. “Mmm… there we go! From super stinky to super fresh. Magic.”
Lauren smiled. “See? All better now. You’re our clean, sweet boy again.”
Maeve slid the fresh diaper under his hips, same cartoon pattern, thick and crinkly. She pulled the front up snug between his legs, taped one side, then the other, smoothing the waistband with her palms. Two final pats on the padded front, firm, reassuring.
“All done,” she said softly, helping him sit up.
The girls clapped like they just saw the most amazing Broadway show.
"Bravo!"
"Amazing!"
"Impressive!"
"Why don't you thank your Mommy for changing such a stinky diaper?"
Noah’s voice was clearer now, though still small and shy. “Thank you, Mommy.”
Maeve ruffled his hair. "You're welcome, sweetie." She said with a genuine smile, then glanced at the circle of women. “Now how about you apologize to the girls for pooping your pampers in front of them and interrupting girls’ night?” She followed it with a smirk and wink to let her know she wasn't too peeved.
Noah looked up at them, eyes still a little glassy, cheeks still pink, but he managed. “I’m sorry… for pooping my diaper and making it smell. And for… ruining the fun.”
Tessa shook her head immediately. “You didn’t ruin anything, sweetie. You made the night more interesting. We’re glad we got to be here for it.”
"No apologies needed,” Priya cooed.
Lauren grinned. “We think it’s cute.”
Maeve held up the balled-up soiled diaper.. “Can you be a big boy and go throw this away for Mommy, please?”
Noah nodded meekly, took it with careful fingers, and toddled off toward the kitchen, crinkling softly with each step, head a little higher despite the lingering flush on his cheeks.
The room exhaled collectively. Maeve sank back on her heels for a second, then climbed onto the couch beside Priya. She picked up her wine glass, took a long sip, and let out a quiet, grateful laugh.
Lauren spoke first, voice dreamy. “God… I want that."
Tessa snorted lightly. “Girl, you don’t even want real babies. What makes you think could handle a grown one?”
“Oh no, not that!” Lauren clarified quickly. “I don't know how you make it through more than one of those dirty diaper changes, Maeve. What I mean is… the way they look at each other. The bond they have. The connection. The trust. The intimacy. It’s...beautiful.”
Maeve sighed affectionately, a soft, genuine smile spreading. “It’s pretty great…”
Noah returned a moment later, empty-handed, cheeks still flushed but calmer. He resumed his spot on the rug without a word, picked up a Lego brick, and snapped it into place. The familiar click-click-click filled the quiet like a heartbeat.
Maeve ruffled his hair once more, then returned to the couch, picking up her wine glass.
Priya cleared her throat, grin returning. “Okay… so, back to my Tinder disaster. Where was I? Oh, right, the guy who thought that opening a door for me meant I owed him a blowjob…”
Laughter bubbled up, soft at first, then fuller. The room warmed again, the awkward spike smoothed over.
Girls’ night rolled on, Noah played with his blocks, and Maeve watched him with that quiet, loving look only she could give, knowing the night wasn’t ruined at all. It was even better now.
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