After I was a little too frank to the host of the party, my husband exchanged a few whispered words with him and discreetly took me upstairs. In a quiet room away from the crowd he gave me a solid reminder of how to behave at parties.
She clung to his arm like a koala as their plane sat at the end of the runway, San Francisco Bay barely visible through the thick fog outside the oval window.
"The pilots can see, right?" she asked.
"Yes, baby," he responded, kissing her on the temple. "Hundreds of planes fly in and out of this fog every day."
She knew that, but her fear of flying wasn't calmed by facts. This was the first time she's been on a plane since she had to fly to her uncle's funeral four years ago. And that flight was barely more than 90 minutes. When she took off today, she would be in the air for nearly six hours. And thenâunless a wing fell of the plane or the pilots both had heart attacks or gravity suddenly decided to become twice as strongâshe would land in New York City.
The plane began to accelerate. She hugged his arm tighter as they sped down the runway and started to tilt upward. She shifted in her seat, the crinkle of her diaper masked by the hum of the engines. And they were in the sky.
****
Three months earlier, on a typically gloomy San Francisco morning, they lazed in bed together, tapping and scrolling on their phones.
"If I went to that conference in New York, would you come with me?" she asked.
He turned slowly in her direction, his face displaying a mix of shock and amusement, as if she had just asked, "if I became a lion tamer, would you come to my circus?"
"New York?" he asked in response. "New York the city that's all the way on the other side of the country? Shall we make the journey by boat or by steam engine?"
"I'm serious! Getting asked to speak at this conference is a really big deal and I feel silly saying no just because I'd have to fly. So I was thinking that, as long as you were there with me and as long as I could wear my seatbelt the whole time, I could probably deal with the airplane."
He was flooded with affection and admiration for her.
"Of course I'll come with you," he said, rolling on his side to face her. "I would love to come with you! I'll go anywhere with you! But may I respectfully point out one potential issue with this plan?"
"You may." She pecked him on the lips. "Respectfully."
"Respectfully, you have the world's smallest bladder. You pee every 15 minutes. I don't want to discourage you from making this trip, but sweetie, you're going to have to be okay with taking your seatbelt off a few times. It's perfectly safe."
"Nope, seatbelt will be staying on. I'll figure it out."
"Baby, figure what out? Are you not going to have anything to drink for a day before the flight? I know you're not skipping coffee. You get grouchy when you skip coffee."
"Hey!" She swatted him on the arm. "I am not grouchy when I skip coffee. I'm grumpy. There's a difference. Anyway, I have a plan. Would you like to hear my plan?"
"Okay, Miss Grump, let's hear your plan."
"It's a serious plan. So no laughing."
He lowered his eyebrows to make a serious face. "I'm ready. Serious plan."
"I'm going to buy diapers," she declared. "Really, really big diapers."
Despite her instructions, he laughed. (How could he not?) And he rolled on top of her. "I love you so much. You're a weird girl. Respectfully."
She kissed him. "I love you too. Thank you for coming with me. And thank you for going along with my plan."
****
The taxi crawled through traffic on its way to the hotel. This was her first time in New York and there was no way she was getting in an Uber when there was a line of iconic yellow NYC taxis waiting outside the airport.
"I feel like Annie," she mused, gazing out the window at the dusky Manhattan skyline rising in the distance.
"The orphan?" he asked.
"Yeah, she comes to New York and sings a whole song about it."
"I'm so happy that you worked up the courage to get on the flight. And I can't believe you slept through almost the whole thing. I watched two whole movies while you were zonked out."
"I just felt really comfy and safe with you next to me," she said. "Plus, it's impossible to be nervous when you're asleep."
He rubbed her thigh and lowered his voice to a whisper. "May I ask you a very personal question?"
She locked eyes with him. She knew the question already.
"It's absolutely soaked." she said, giggling at the absurdity of actually going through with her "plan."
She took his hand and put it between her legs.
He pressed his fingers into her swollen padding. It was thick and heavy, firm and a little squishy. "Wow baby, how many times did you pee?"
She shushed him and motioned to the cab driver. "I told you! I bought the most absorbent ones I could find."
"These are the diapers they make just for girls with plans to wet their pants on airplanes?" he teased.
"Yep!" she said. "Exactly what it said on the package. And this wasn't part of the plan, but maybe they're for airplanes and also taxis stuck in traffic."
"World's smallest bladder," he said. "We gotta get you in the Guinness Book."
****
The conference organizers put her up in a five-star hotel, in a room on the 38th floor with big windows framing a view of the city, a beautiful jumble of buildings.
Just after three in the morning, he woke up to find himself alone in the hotel's king bed. He spotted her standing at the window in her sleep shirt and no bottoms, her butt cheeks peeking below its hem.
"Giving the neighbors a show?" he asked, with vocal cords that were still half asleep.
She smiled and turned to him. "Hey. Why are you awake?"
"Why are you awake?" he responded. "You have a big day tomorrow."
"I think I'm awake precisely because I have a big day tomorrow," she said. "I don't know. It's going to be a big crowd and all of the other speakers have presented at big conferences like this before and I wanna do a good job and I'm just anxious."
He got out of bed and joined her at the window. He held her around her waist from behind.
"Baby, you were such a brave girl getting on the plane this morning. I was so proud of you. You're always giving me reasons to be proud of you. You can do anything."
"Thank you," she said, leaning her back into his big chest. "It was really helpful to have you there with me."
"You're so welcome, baby. Can I suggest something that I think will help you feel better?"
"Yeah," she said, turning around in his arms to face him.
"Do you think maybe the reason you felt relaxed enough to fall asleep on the plane was the diaper? Like maybe it helped you feel safe and calm, even if it was subconscious?"
He knew it was a vulnerable question and he pulled her in closer while she thought. After a few beats of silence, he lifted her chin with his thumb and felt tears on her cheeks.
"Oh, baby, I'm sorry. It was just a thought. I didn't mean to imply..." he trailed off, not quite sure what he didn't mean to imply.
"No," she said through sniffles. "You're right. I'm sorry. It's just so embarrassing. I'm so embarrassed. As soon as I got dressed in that diaper this morning it was so good and comfy. I didn't want to tell you that because I don't really know what to make of it and... I don't know. It's obviously really embarrassing. I'm sorry."
He hugged her tight, his hand pressing into her back to bring her little body all the way into his.
"Baby, you have nothing to be sorry for. And you have nothing to be embarrassed about. Not with me. Nothing is embarrassing with me, okay?"
"But..." she began to respond, but he stopped her.
"Baby, there's no but. You have nothing to be embarrassed of in this room with me right now. Do you understand?"
It didn't matter that she was still embarrassed. He was giving her no choice but to agree.
"I understand," she conceded.
"Good girl," he said. "Now, we need to get you to sleep for your big day tomorrow. Do you think your diapers might help you get to sleep?"
She nodded.
"I think so too. Do you want to put your diaper on yourself or do you want me to do it for you?"
"You," she said softly. She was surprised how easy the decision was.
"Perfect. Let's get my brave girl in her diaper for the night" he said, kissing her forehead. "Lie on the bed for me. I'll be right there."
****
The iPhone alarm woke them at eight. Disoriented and groggy, they turned to each other for their usual morning cuddles. As their bodies tangled, he felt her warm diaper against his thigh and remembered last night.
"Did you have a good sleep, baby?" he asked.
"Mmhmmmmm!" she responded, sleepy and content.
"Good," he said, kissing the tip of her nose.
As their eyes woke up, they took each other in. They didn't quite have the words for it yet, but they both saw that they'd found something new in their relationship. Something deep and intimate and special and fun. They kissed.
"I'm not supposed to be embarrassed with you, right?" she asked.
"Never," he answered.
"Can I suck my thumb while you cuddle me for a little bit?"
"Of course, baby."
He watched her intently as her hand found its way to her face and she sealed her lips around her little thumb. She closed her eyes and felt him rubbing her diapered bottom while she gently sucked, thinking about everything that's possible for a girl who's not embarrassed.
The nursery was quiet and peaceful in the soft afternoon light.
She lay on her back in the crib, staring up at the gentle spinning mobile above her. The room smelled like baby powder and vanilla, the familiar comforting scent that always surrounded her now. She was supposed to be napping, but sleep refused to come.
Itâs been so long since Daddy touched me like that, the way he used to kiss me hard, the way his hands would slide under my clothes and make me feel like a real woman⊠I miss it. I miss when heâd made me scream with pleasure. She thought, squirming restlessly under the blanket.
Her princess parts were tingling again, that warm, needy ache that had been building for weeks. Daddy still touched her constantly â lifting her into uppies and carrying her around the house like she weighed nothing, kissing her forehead, booping her on the nose, gently rubbing cream and powder between her legs during changes, blowing raspberries on her tummy until she giggled helplessly, cradling her close while she drank her nighttime baba. Those moments made her feel safe and loved, but lately they only made the other ache worse.
She glanced at the closed nursery door. Daddy had put her down for her afternoon nap almost an hour ago, but her body wouldnât settle.
Her hand slipped under the blanket, pressing against the front of her thick, soggy diaper. The padding was warm and heavy from earlier leaks, and the loud crinkle echoed in the quiet room as she rubbed tentatively.
Just a littleâŠDaddy wonât know. Iâll be quick and then I can nap like a good girl. She thought, cheeks already flushing.
She pushed her hand harder against the thick front, trying to reach inside the leg cuff, but the diaper was too bulky.
The crinkles grew louder with every frustrated movement, desperate to scratch her needy itch. She whimpered softly, hips rocking in tiny, desperate circles. The soggy padding squished warmly against her, but it wasnât enough. It never was anymore.
Downstairs, Daddy was finishing up in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. He smiled to himself as he opened the door.
Hayley stood on the porch, looking elegant in her red dress that accentuated her womanly curves in all the right places. She was holding a brightly wrapped gift bag. Her eyes lit up with genuine excitement when she saw him.
âHey there,â she said warmly, stepping forward to hug him. âI brought the ballerina Barbie for her. I remembered her talking about it at the little and caregiver meetups. I canât wait to give it to her! Iâve been thinking about her nonstop.â
Daddy pulled her into a warm hug, lingering just a second longer than friendly. âSheâs going to love it. Come in. Sheâs supposed to be napping, but I think itâs time to wake her up anyway.â
They stepped into the living room. Hayley glanced toward the stairs, her voice bright and eager. âIâm really excited to see her. Sheâs just so adorable. Iâve always wanted a little girl, and the moment I met you both at the caregiver and little meetup Iâve just wanted to scoop her up and feed her a bottle while I rock her to sleepâ.
Daddy smiled warmly at Hayley. âI know exactly what you meanâ.
Then he reached into his back pants pocket to retrieve his phone. âLet me check the nursery camera first. Sheâs been a bit fussy lately about naps.â
He opened the app. The camera feed showed the crib clearly. His little girl was on her back, legs slightly spread, one hand rubbing frantically at the front of her diaper. The soggy padding crinkled loudly with every desperate movement. Her face was flushed, eyes half-closed, paci bobbing, hips grinding against her own hand.
Daddy sighed softly, a mix of fondness and concern. âSheâs supposed to be sleeping right now. This means Iâm going to have a cranky baby tonight because she didnât get her afternoon nap.â
Hayley leaned in closer to see the screen, her expression melting into affectionate delight. âAww, look at her. Someone is a bit fussy in her diapie, isnât she? Poor sweetpea. Sheâs so deep in little space she doesnât even realise we can see her. Sheâs absolutely precious.â
Daddy nodded, watching his baby girlâs hips rock faster. âSheâs been missing our old adult playtime. Iâve been denying her because sheâs just too sweet and tiny for that anymore. I want to protect her, not complicate her.â
Hayley gave him a sympathetic look and placed a gentle hand on his arm. âI went through the same thing with my previous little boy. Once I helped him realise how good his diapers made him feel, he became addicted to his soggy padding for pleasure instead. No more icky adult stuff he couldnât handle. It was the best thing for him.â
Daddy looked at her, grateful. âThatâs exactly where I want to get her. Sheâs not there yet, but I think having a Mommy will help. Co-parenting her⊠two of us to look after her when Iâm at work. She needs constant care.â
Hayley smiled brightly, squeezing his hand. âIâm already wrapped around her little finger. I canât wait to be her Mommy. Letâs go wake up our baby girl.â
Upstairs, she was still lost in her frustration. Her hand rubbed faster against the thick, soggy front of her diaper, the loud crinkles filling the nursery. The pressure was building, but it stayed just out of reach. She whimpered around her paci, hips grinding desperately.
The nursery door opened.
Daddy and Hayley stepped inside.
She froze mid-rub, eyes wide with shock as she saw both of them standing there. Her cheeks exploded into deep crimson. She yanked her hand away from her diaper, but it was too late. They had seen everything.
Daddy approached the crib with a gentle smile, reaching in to scoop her up into his arms. He settled her on his hip, one hand supporting her padded bottom.
âAww, my poor baby girl is feeling all frustrated and horny in her soggy diaper, arenât you, princess?â he cooed, bouncing her lightly. The wet padding squished audibly with each movement.
She couldnât speak. She could only stare back at Mommy Hayley, mortified that this lovely woman from the little and caregivers meetups they had been attending was seeing her like this, flushed, paci in mouth, humping her diaper like a desperate little baby.
âMommy Hayley has come over to play with you today, princess,â Daddy said gently bouncing me some more, his voice warm and reassuring.
âSheâs bought you a present. Would you like to see it?â Daddy tells me excitedly trying to distract me and take my mind off the tingly feeling in my diaper.
Hayley smiled softly at Daddy placing a hand on his shoulder. âAww look the poor girl is still frustrated. She needs to learn to use her diapers to make her feel good, and then she can have her present.â
Daddy looked a little hesitant, glancing at Hayley, but she nodded her head encouragingly. So Daddy began, âOkay princess, Daddy is going to show you what to do with your horniness whenever it arises.â
He turns to look at Hayley and she smiles and walks out of the room without a word.
âWhereâs she going dada?â I lisp around my pacifier.
âTo get your pillow sweetheart,â he says.
Iâm confused. My pillow? I donât need a pillow. I already have plenty.
Just then she returns holding a small pink pillow and places it in the middle of the crib. While daddy simultaneously lowers me onto it so that itâs laying between my legs and my diapered mound.
Her princess parts started tingling again as she felt the pressure of her princess parts being pressed into my soggy diaper and the soft pillow beneath her.
âThis is your humping pillow baby girl,â Daddy says gently. âItâs for you to use to make your cummies. The only way youâre allowed to do so.â
She looked at Daddy unsure, and then at Mommy Hayley, who was now standing close to Daddy â very close â looking at her with a fond expression.
Daddy smiled at her and said, âGo ahead baby girl, do what feels right. Hump your soggy diaper and make cummies for Mommy and Daddy.â
Did he just say Mommy AND Daddy?
She definitely heard him say that, but her diaper was making her too squirmy and her brain had been in a fuzzy daze ever since Daddy stopped looking at her the way he used to when they met.
And now that she thought about it, heâd been looking that way at Hayley whenever they saw each other at the little and caregiver meet ups.
But with both of them peering down at her in her crib with such love and affection in their eyes, she couldnât even fight it anymore. Her hips began to rock and glide her soggy diaper against the pillow.
âGood girl, that feels wonderful, doesnât it?â Mommy Hayley spoke.
Now completely focused on the warm feeling growing in her diaper and enjoying the bolts of pleasure each movement sent through her with each glide of the pillow. She whimpered behind her binky, finally feeling like she might get the release sheâd so desperately been craving.
Daddy speaks with a syrupy-rich tone, âDaddyâs going to teach you how to have a diapergasm sweetheart and you will become obsessed with it.
âYou see, a diapergasm comes from your princess parts being pressed up against and swaddled by your thick soaked padding, creating wonderful feelings everytime you glide against your pillow. Thereâs no penetration involved and a diapergasm is not only intense but leaves you wanting more.â
The sound of Daddyâs voice mixed with the loud, soggy crinkles coming from her humping as it sped up.
Daddy continues, âA big girlâs orgasm comes from sex with a man. Thereâs penetration and mutual exchange of pleasure. But youâre a precious innocent babygirl and canât handle a big girl orgasm and thatâs why youâll have diapergasms instead.â
Her humping was fast and loud now. The sounds of soggy crinkles could be heard all throughout the nursery. Daddyâs words werenât lost on her.
Iâm never going back. Diapers are my pleasure from now on.
With one last desperate, crinkly thrust into the little pink pillow, she climaxed into the most intense, mind-numbing diapergasm of her life. Her whole body trembled, eyes rolling back as wave after wave of fuzzy pleasure washed over her.
Her brain turned completely gooey, thoughts melting away until all she could feel was the warm, sticky mess in her diaper and the overwhelming bliss.
Daddy and Mommy Hayley watched their little one with soft, loving smiles for what seemed liked forever.
After a few more moments of bliss, Mommy Hayley moved the pillow aside while Daddy pulled out a pair of pink plastic pants printed with nursery animals and easily guided her legs through and pulled them up snugly around her poofy, soggy diaper.
âI was going to change that soggy diaper,â Daddy murmured, kissing her forehead, âbut a nap is more urgent right now, huh my sleepy little princess?â
She could only stare up at them, blinking slowly, suckling softly on her paci.
Mommy Hayley leaned in with a sweet, excited smile. âThose cute plastic pants will ensure you can have a nice nap without worrying about any leakies. Then once youâve woken up and been changed, you can open your present! How does that sound, buttercup?â
It sounded perfect.
Daddy and Mommy slowly walked out of the nursery, switching off the lights. They turned one last time to look at their sleepy little girl, gently humping the pillow even in her sleep as she drifted off.
Downstairs, Mommy and Daddy couldnât stop gushing about how sweet their little one was.
Daddy let out a long sigh. âIâm glad she knows that her pleasure comes from her diapers now. The poor thing kept asking for âbig girl time like we used toâ and I was running out of ways to distract her. Iâm glad she now has a way to scratch that itchâ
He turned to Hayley, eyes full of gratitude. âThank you for helping me do it. I think having a Mommy will be the best thing thatâs ever happened to her.â
Hayley reached her hand out and placed it on top of his. âSheâs as cute as a button and Iâm gonna spoil her rotten!â
Daddy chuckled. âWell wait till she sees the Barbie doll you bought her. Sheâs gonna drag you to every toy store from now on!â
Hayley smiled with a hint of a smirk, âWell Iâm looking forward to every toy store trip with the little cutie pie!â She then moved her hand from where it was resting, on top of his hand, on his knee, and began inching it towards his pants zipper.
She leaned forward and spoke into his ear âIâm especially looking forward to showing you how Daddies have orgasmsâŠâ
âYou see a Daddyâs orgasm comes from sex with a woman. Thereâs penetration and mutual exchange of pleasure but youâre a caregiver to an itty bitty baby girl. You havenât had the touch of a woman in so long thatâs why youâll have me insteadâŠâ
He cut her off by crashing his lips into hers as they both raced to take off their clothes, craving the passionate embrace of another adult.
All the while, their soggy little one slept soundly upstairs, none the wiser to the adult activities happening below her nursery.
It's prety humiliating when big sis decides she's going to correct you, in the middle of the living room. She's just like mum, when it comes to looking after you. You get out of line, you get a red bottom. Without much of a father figure, big sis picks up some of the slack. But why does she have to do it in front of her best friend Francesca too? Commanding you to be completely naked?
Why does Francesca not even care? You're 24 years old, she should have some interest in what's going on. She would if it was pretty much any other guy. But she doesn't remotely see you that way, you're sweet, but you're just her best friend's nerdy, little brother. Not a grown up guy who she has interest in. Your eyes welling up as you see her out of your peripheral, she doesn't even glance. As you start kicking, fussing, and saying you're sorry.
It's almost more humiliating as she flicks through the magazine, as your sis goes to work on your backside. "Mum's going to be so pissed off with you young man. You'll probably get your PC taken away for a whole month. I can't believe you have been skipping work, just to play video games. This behaviour will not continue. You will not drag the family name, if I have anything to do with it."
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