So, this will probably be my least popular post ever, but here we go.
One thing Iâve noticed since coming here is that a lot of littlesâmost commonly with diaper boys, but certainly not exclusivelyâcan really struggle to find relationships. This kink seems to be lonely in general, but especially for some more intense of you.
And as much as I thought it was probably because it can be a fairly unusual kink to integrate with vanilla partners, I donât think thatâs the biggest issue.
This may sound mean and unfair, but to be honest, it feels like a lot of you are your own worst enemy. At least on tumblr, so many of you cannot seem to respect the few mommies on here, sending aggressive DMs about your diapers and treating them like they exist to make you squirmy. And donât get me started on the wannabe Daddyâs, youâre just as bad.
And even those who understand that women, Mommies especially, donât exist to be their kink dispenser, often struggle with expecting Mommy to be the primary mover of the relationship.
This will sound especially bad, though I know there is far more variance than what Iâm about to say. So do not take this in the most negative light.
But littles are inherently the most selfish subs that exist. They want to have their caregiver check and change their diapers, handle their emotions, control their bedtimes, food, and often sex lives.
Caregivers are expected to handle the emotional labor, most of the physical labor, and create a world where the little gets to enjoy pure bliss.
And that is not inherently bad. Itâs not that Caregivers donât want to give all that for the ones they care about!
The problem is when littles come to expect and demand thatâand donât believe they need to bring anything else to the relationship.
Certainly there are some caregivers that prefer to handle all that, but most people want to be in a relationship first with kink play second.
Based on what Iâve seen, I think too many diaper boys think primarily of what a Mommy/Daddy can do for them. They want a Mommy/Daddy first and relationship second. It doesnât seem to me many think of what thy are bringing to the caregiver except a soggy diaper and demands.
Ask most women in this kink and they will tell you horror stories of diaper boys sending gross and demanding messages. I know that is not all of youâitâs not even most of youâbut it still happens too often.
And even those who wouldnât ever do that, just wait so their Mommy/Daddy in Shining Armor to find them and make all their diaper dreams come true.
I donât know, I want everyone to be happy. But the longer Iâm here the more I think so much of the loneliness isnât necessary.
I know that Iâm going to get a ton of âwell, thatâs not me!â and âWell, actually!â Most will not engage in what Iâm saying or understand that I donât think this applies to a ton of you.
OK sweetie, it's time for you to take a walk. Mommy can see the outline of that man's penis in his pants, and it's definitely a big one. It's time for me to work my magic.
No you may not change your diaper till I get home. If it starts to leak you can put another one over it, but that's it. I'll be home at some point to change and feed you.
Sweetie, you forgot to leave your credit card. Don't wait up :)
Youâre not mad you saw me blowing the handyman are you? You know I canât help myself around ream men. Theyâre just so sexy, I think itâs the smell. Whatâs the difference between sucking off the carpenter or having my boyfriend over to fuck me in the other room?
Because he was white like you? Oh sweetie, itâs not just about big black men, I just do that because I particularly like them. But all types of men are more masculine than you. Itâs about the big hairy penis, vs your little shaved and locked PP.
Yes Iâm the one who shaved and locked it, but it was small and pathetic before then. I just made you more obedient and cute. Plus it looks so cute in your night time diaper like that. You canât have a hairy little PP in a diaper now can you?
Exactly, I still love you and love what we do together. Itâs just not what I want from other Men. Do you want to eat my pussy? Itâs nice and wet from excitement.
That was rhetorical, youâre going to come be a good boy and eat Mommyâs pussy. And it has to be now because Mommy has a date tonight. So come, stop sulking and bury your face between Mommyâs thighs for a little while.
So... I thought maybe you were using the potty without permission. I could have sworn when I left to run errands, when I got back it was kind of smelly in here. But your diaper is empty...
Oh, you were tooting? So if I check the video on my phone I planted in the bathroom, I won't see you taking your diaper off and pooping in the potty?
I knew it! You did poopies without me! I'm so disappointed in you. I'm going to have to put a lock on the potty door from now on. And you owe me a poopy mr! A spanking and a suppository is what you're going to get!
Awww, you don't have to be shy. I already told you I love little PP boys. And once we get you in a nice thick diaper, then we can play some more.
Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything sexual on the first date. But I also won't do anything at all till we have you protected. I promise your little PP will feel right at home in padding.
Awww, you have a boner? That's OK, he's just excited for his diaper! I'd be more upset if you didn't get a stiffy when I put you in a nice pamper. Don't worry, I'll be gentle so he doesn't make a premature squirty.
Oh, it's sooooo cute! Look at that little baby carrot. He's so prescious! Such a perfect little delicate PP. I absolutely adore it, and can't wait to take care of it! Thank you for showing it to me. I think that may be the most cutest and smallest little penis I've ever seen! I'd give him kisses but I don't think he'd be able to contain his squirties if I did. You might even be able to use the negative cage, but that's for another time. For now I want you to feel the soft, thick padding of your new diapers!
Another weekend, another Saturday night of listening to Mommy get railed. Mr BWC Marine came by with a friend this time. Apparently Mommy asked him if he had friends that wanted some action. They took turns bending her over while the other got head. One busted in her pussy, then the other came on her ass. Pic above was what I looked like 5 minutes after they left. That was last Saturday BTW. But it's relevant, and I'll explain later.
I was so horny I came in chastity from the weight of Mommy's boobs on my dick while she humped my face to orgasm. Thank god she didn't make me clean that up because I was at my limit with shame after that one. I haven't cum since.
Yesterday she get's me dressed, puts me in a peekABU diaper without chastity for work. I was wondering what the hell was going on then realized she wasn't driving me to work. She brings me to a Dr's office, an African urologist that she knows. Fills out my forms, put's herself down as my emergency contact and guardian. Comes into the waiting room with me, a gorgeous 6ft African Goddess comes in and examines me while I'm sitting in a gown and diaper. She asks about my OAB, and when it came more serious. I've already gone thought this years ago, but I allow her to examine my shriveled up penis with a swab in my hole, then pee in a cup for urine testing. All with Mommy there, talking for me.
At the end of it, we get a prescription for medial diapers. Apparently I can use this to get diapers from inControl. She also get's a Dr's note for my work, that she wants me to hand over to HR. So that I can get a place to change in the office. I say absolutely not, but she want's to be able to change me at work. So we get in a fight and she leaves.
She comes back an hour later, at this point I'm over it. She doesn't say much, she get's naked and lays on the couch like she's exhausted. She tells me to come eat, I obey. I can taste cum instantly, so I'm thinking she went to the Marine's apartment and fucked him. So I stop and say did you go see REDACTED. She say's no, she can't see him anymore because his friend has been texting her non stop since the other Saturday, and wants to date her. So she went by his work and let him bend her over his desk. He's so pleased, he loves big girls, he's in love with her. He wants to bring her out on a date Friday night and she accepted. He also has been asking if he can bring her on vacation with him to the Caribbean. And she said YES!!! WTF. They've been chatting for over week now. She showed me his penis on her phone.
She see's nothing wrong with this. Free vacation, and she likes him, he's sweet she says. But don't worry, she still loves me and that I'm her baby boy. I just have to pretend I'm her roommate so she can date him. I have to move into my my office, in my house, so she can play it off. She said she'll always cheat with me if they stay together. CHEAT WITH ME. I can still eat her pussy everyday. Claims he already offered her to live with him, but she doesn't want that and needs her space she said. It's official, I'm downgraded to beta bestie. I just spent the last 2 hours with her shopping for an outfit for Friday.
She said taking care of me as a nanny can be her job. Her nursing license allows that, and I'm registered as Incontinent with disabilities now. Diaper changes, cooking for me, and eating her pussy. We split the cleaning, and I do her laundry. In return she lives there for free, and I pay for her car still, and she had my credit card for shopping. But basically I have to put her salary down as the cost of half my mortgage, plus car payment, and incidentals. She said when she's out of town, her SISTER will take care of me. But I have to pay her, and her and her Husband will sleep in the master bedroom.
I was feeling kind of used, and asked why I would agree to this. Can I see other girls, and I have the parental controls taken off? She said no, unless they are OK with me in Chastity and laughed. She said she knows this is what I want, and promised she would still use me for head every day and be my Mommy when he's not around.
She was right, I said OK. When we were shopping I asked her about what I would do when she was out Friday. She's going to drop me off at her old apartment with her Sister for the night. She tried to play it off like a guys night with her Sister's husband but she's dropping me off for a loser playdate! She's going to pick me up in the Morning after her date leaves." Don't worry, she'll change your diaper before bed." she said to me. I'm so excited to have my diaper changed by her, but I'm also destroyed and feel so stupid I let me life become like this. If I make her my live in healthcare provider and list her as a resident here, I don't think I can make her leave without a lawyer. But I also don't think I can not do this for her after everything. I'm just going to roll over and accept it.
Aww, you're such a good boy helping me pick this out. Now I'm going to drop you off at Aunty's place for the night so Mommy can have adult time after her date at home. I'm sorry you won't be there to taste Mommy's pussy after we fuck, but I'll pick you up in the morning and you can eat my dirty pussy then.
I'm just going to put you in an overnight with some boosters now, then Aunty said she can change you before bed. That should keep you from leaking till I can take care of you again.
Yes, Aunty knows you wear a chastity cage. She knows everything about you. There's nothing to be ashamed of. She thinks it's cute.
I'm too tired right now babe, but you can jerk off while you go down on me if you want. Just do it from behind so you don't block the TV.
If you can't reach the pussy that's fine, just lick my asshole nice and slowly. It might be a little stinky because it was so hot today. But I haven't pooped since this morning so it's clean enough for you LOL.
Oh wait, I pooped when I got home from work too haha. But I used a wet wipe so you're good.
Uh huh, you were playing and you didn't feel it coming. So...
Uh huh, ya I can see how that would be distracting and you wouldn't notice you had to poopie.
Oh, OK, so you felt it but you thought you had more time and then when you got up to finally go... You pooped your diaper. I get it.
Yes it does, this counts. I can see how it happened, but I don't think that's an excuse. The fact is you pooped your pamper again. So you obviously need them still. Let me ask you this, who's going to clean up your mess?
That's right, I am. So who decides what you wear on your bum?
That's right, it's me. Now lets get your stinky butt changed and into a nice fresh diaper. Then you can go back to playing. OK?
This MDLB version of Young Lust is for @cooldude89979, a sweet little diaper boy who just wants to show Mommy how much he loves his diapies.
âWell good morning, baby! How did Mommyâs little prince sleep?â
Your brain was short circuiting. This is certainly not what you expected when you toddled out of your nursery.
Mommy hadnât let you see so much as a bra strap for the last year. You were her little princeâfar too itty bitty for such big boy things.
Yet, here she was.
âM-mommy?!â
It was all you could muster as you stood there in your dramatically drooping diaper, burdened by the nights onslaught.
This must be a trap.
Mommy hadnât so much as acknowledged your itty bitty princely sword for over a year. Well, beyond wiping it clean of your peepee and poopoo.
No diaper rashes for Mommyâs prince!
You could barely think straight. After a year of nothing more than Bluey, SpongeBob, and Dr. Seuss books, seeing Mommy like this wasâŠtoo much for you.
A yearâs worth of conditioning clashed with your neediness for her.
She was your Mommyâbabies should never think like that.
Yet, memories of your life before the Pampers came flooding back. Back when Mommyâyour wifeâwanted you as a big boy.
The things you used to do.
âYouâre being silly, little one. Do you need to go poopoo?â
You used to be her man. The one she wanted to hold her after a long day. The one she wanted in her bed each night.
Now she treats you like the silly, helpless pamper packer you became. The one who chose pampers overâŠher.
Only someone who canât handle a real woman makes that choice. Someone who deserves to be chronically denied from all pleasure.
You might have thought it was just so hot back thenâbut after a year of complete denial, youâre a bumbling mess of neediness.
You chose wrong. So very wrong.
Now all you can do is stare at Mommy. Wishing you could touch every curve, feel every mound of flesh you so willingly gave up in pursuit of your diapers.
No woman wants to play with a diaper boy. Why would they? Women want someone strong, someone powerful. Someone to make them feel like the feminine queen they are.
Diaper boys can offer nothing of the sort.
Youâre far too pathetic for such passion. Waddling in a full diaper is adorableâbut women donât want to fuck adorable.
But it doesnât matter. You still think youâre a man. Somehow, despite being unpotty trained, having a bedtime of 7:30, and giving up any hope of orgasms for a yearâyou still think you have a chance with her.
Itâs adorable.
âN-no poopoo, Mommy!â
You take a step closer, trying to be the suave man you used to be.
âItâs just, you look so beautiful, Mommy. Do you want me toâŠto take care of you?â
Mommy stares at you for a few never-ending seconds. An eternity. For a split second, you let yourself hope.
âHAHAHAHAHA!!! Little one, what do you think you could actually give me? Youâre nothing more than a pamper packer! You canât even satisfy your teddies!â
Your eyes start tearing upâyou actually thought you had a chance.
âOhhhh, donât cry my sweet prince! Youâre my little snugglebunny!! Mommy doesnât want you thinking about icky things like sexâyouâre never doing that again, okay? Just be Mommyâs little cutie!â
âB-butâŠI donât wanna be a cutie! W-wan be your man!â
Mommy pats your diaper playfully.
âNo, honey, youâre not a man. Youâre my little prince! My job is to care for you and keep you safe. Your job is to be the sweet, obedient baby boy you are.â
âI wanna have sex, not be obedient! No more diapers!â
Mommy laughs. A full body laugh.
âDonât be silly, youâll do whatever I say. Youâre right where you belong. You know you donât deserve orgasms. You know you donât belong with a woman. You belong right here. In a diaper, under Mommyâs loving care.â
You want to run. To argue. To prove to her you can be a big boy.
But deep down, you know sheâs right. You couldnât satisfy her sexually beforeâand you definitely couldnât now.
Youâre safe in diapers.
Nobody expects anything from you. Nothing but a full diaper and occasional tantrum. You failed as a man.
This is where you belong.
Mommy smiles. âBut, wanna know a secret, my little diaper prince?â
You nod vigorously. âY-yes please, Mommy!â
âItâs the one-year anniversary of your last orgasm! Youâve actually gone 365 days without a single squirt! And I know cause I checked every diaper!â
Your first instinct is to celebrateâto join in your Mommyâs happiness. Yet, you realize what it means.
Youâre so far under Mommyâs control, you canât even orgasm.
âI think such dedication to your Pampers deserves a reward, donât you, baby?â
Your eyes light up. âY-yes, Mommy!â
âGood boy, youâre Mommyâs special baby!â
She leads you to the living room, sitting down and smiling up at you.
âCome sit on Mommyâs knee, little one. Put that warm, droopy, soggy diaper on me. Show me why you think youâre a real man. Be my prince and thrust your sword into the mush! Can you do that for me, baby?â
You deflate a bit, wishing you could have more.
Mommy notices.
âWell, if you donât want this, we can just go straight to the changing table! I certainly donât care if you go another year without spurties! But if youâre too little for this, I doubt youâll ever be a big boy again!â
Challenge accepted!
Youâd do anything to show her youâre still a man.
Anything.
You confidently waddle to Mommyâs leg, ready to show her youâre a real man. You let your soaked diaper rest on her leg.
Mommy winks at you. âShow me youâre my stud, baby!â
Thatâs all you need to hear.
You start gyrating your hips, feeling your little sword extend to its full two inches.
Look at you go!
You thrust with all your might. It feels so good!
Once. Twice. Three times!
You scream in utter delight. Youâve never felt such pleasure before.
Thereâs no way Mommy doesnât see what a man you are! Not after that!
âAwwww, good job, cutie! Three whole strokes! Soon you wonât even need any! Mommy made the right decision!â
You catch your breath, preparing to argue with her.
âDonât worry, kiddo. Mommyâs new boyfriend is coming over today. Heâll take care of Mommy. Maybe you can even listen for some pointers!â
âA-another guy, Mommy?â
âBaby, you didnât think Iâd put you in charge of my pleasure after that performance, did you? Donât be silly! Câmon, letâs get that diaper changed.â
âB-butâŠMommy!! Iâm your husband!â
Mommy laughs. âNo, my sweet prince, youâre my silly little baby. Youâre right where you belong.â
Yes Iâm mad. I have you in chastity and a diaper and you still think youâre man enough to look at other girls.
I saw you look at her ass when she walked by. What do you think you would do with her? Have her change your diaper?
YES YOU DID! You need to understand that youâre MINE! I know everything that goes on in your pants. I know every time you piss, poop, or cum. I own you, youâre mine, no one else will ever want you!
Itâs OK. Mommy just loves you so much. But you will be punished for this when we get home.
The 14th Annual Seattle Leadership Conference is pleased to welcome Gabrielle Heller.
Gabrielle Heller, CEO of [Company Name Redacted], will be joining the SLC for two panels on Saturday, April 2nd. In the first, âFuture Paths,â Ms. Heller will be joined by a panel of executives from a wide range of companies to discuss the new directions business is taking as technology continues to evolve at a breakneck pace.
Later in the day, be sure to catch Ms. Hellerâs second panel: âRelationships Within Command,â a deep look at her strategies in building a team that works together as a family, instead of just co-workers.
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I felt as if I had been reborn. Maybe I had been.
The night before had been transcendentâfeeling like the culmination of every single moment that had passed since the first time I ran into Gabrielle Heller in a random hallway while I tried to hang an award on the wall.
I awoke from a perfect sleep, finding that Mommyâs arms and legs were still wrapped around me, keeping my body close to hers under the covers. She wore nothing, while I just wore a diaper.
My diaper was completely soaked, and I had no recollection of when that happened. But it didnât bother me. I barely even considered it. Why should I? This was what I did now. I liked the feeling of the swampy diaper pressed between her body and mine.
âAh, the little boy has awakened,â she cooed to me.
My eyes darted to hers, not realizing that she was also awake. It actually made the moment feel even more special, knowing that she had chosen to stay in bed, clutching me close to her, even though she had been awake for who-knows how long.
âH-hello,â I said, my voice cracking and straining at its first use of the day.
âSleep well?â
I nodded. âYes. Very.â
âI wish I could stay in bed with you all dayâŠâ
âYou can,â I said. âYou should.â
âI have to be at the conference today,â she said. âTheyâd be a little bitter if I didnât show up.â
âWill you be there all day?â
âMost of it,â she said. âBut the good news is that this is the only day I have to be there. Starting tonight, Iâm all yours.â
âN-no,â I corrected. âMommy, Iâm all yours.â
âOf course,â she said, laughing. âAlways.â
She kissed me on the forehead, setting off a chain reaction of warm and pleasurable feelings throughout my body.
âWhat about me?â I askedâa half-cooked question that probably didnât have enough context to make sense.
âWhat about you, Baby?â
âWhat should I do today while youâre at the conference?â
âBe a baby,â she cooed, running her fingers through the hair on the back of my head. âWhat else is there to do?â
âButâŠâ
âI know. The prospect of being a little baby, all alone in a strange city, is probably a little overwhelming, yes? Not to mention boring.â
I nodded. Honestly, it was the boredom I was concerned about more than anything else. I wasnât about to go toddling through the streets of Seattle in my thick diaper, but I also wasnât sure how I was going to keep myself amusedâespecially when my cock remained sealed up in its cage.
âIâm sure I could find a way to spice up your day for you.â
This made me a little nervous, yetâas alwaysâexcited. I bet she could. And, knowing her, she already had a few ideas.
âFirst things first,â she said, patting the bottom of my sodden diaper. âWe need to get you changed into something a little fresher, yes?â
âYes, Mommy. Please.â
She released me from her grip, and I begrudgingly released her from mine. She slipped out of the bed and wrapped herself up in a thick terry cloth bathrobe. I was disappointed to see her cover up, but it was probably a good thing for my ever-strained cock.
It was no new revelation that Mommy had gotten diaper changes down to a perfect and efficient science. Yet this never seemed to detract from how much I loved them. The way she manhandled my legs. The effortlessness of her almost every movement. The way the baby wipes would zip across my skin, or how she knew the exact amount of powder to shake onto my skin. She was a wizard.
âNow that weâre out of the office,â she said, opening up her suitcase as my hands pawed at the loudly crinkly fresh diaper, âI feel like we finally have the chance to dress you in something more age-appropriate.â
My heart began pounding, as I could only imagine what she was going to reveal to me.
It was a sailor outfit. A navy blue onesie, with white trim that circled the sleeves and leg bands, a white-trimmed collar, andâthe start of the showâa bright red tie.
âIs this not the cutest thing?â
My burning cheeks shouldâve been enough of an answer, though I added: âY-yes, Mommy.â
Truthfully? I loved it. Adored it, even. The deeper I fell into the baby abyss, the deeper I hoped to fall. Yes. Dress me up like a little baby.
âAww, look at you,â she cooed. âPractically wiggling around in excitement, arenât you?â
âI, uhm, I really want to wear that for you, Mommy.â
âYouâre such a good boy.â
Soon, I was being led to the mirror by the hand so that I could see myself. There I was, in just my sailor onesie and a thick diaper. I probably wouldâve looked quite babyish in just the onesie, but the puffy bulk of the diaper seemed to turn that dial to 11. She popped my pacifier into my mouth, completing the look.
I was just a baby.
Then, a peculiar thing happenedâthe hotel roomâs phone rang. In the age of cellphones and laptops, I found it hard to believe that any landlines were ever being usedâlet alone one in a hotel room.
Mommy flashed me a mischievous grin as she walked to the phone and selected the button to answer it on speakerphone.
âGood morning, this is Edward from the concierge desk. Mr. Ashburn has a guest. I wanted to check with you before allowing them up.â
I felt my face grow white as I glanced back into the mirror. Who? Who was this and why were they looking for me?
âDoes he now?â Mommy replied with an air of mock-confusion. âAnd who is this visitor?â
âThis is Kylie Feldman.â
If possible, I became even whiter. My pacifier dropped out of my mouth and into my hand.  âH-how did sheâŠâ
âSend her up,â Mommy confidently said into the phone before ending the call.
âMommy⊠How did she know where we were staying? IâŠI thought thatâŠâ
âYou were quite sleepy after your big night,â she said. âYou passed right out. So, of course, I took it upon myself to pick up your pants and I found the piece of paper she wrote her phone number on. And, remembering what you told me last night, I thought maybe I should reach out to her.â
âI donât know if she should see me like this,â I said, looking into the mirror again. Yup, still a big infant.
âI donât think itâll matter,â she said, shrugging. âBut why donât you stay in here for a few.â
She left the bedroom, closing the door part way behind her. It was open enough that I could hear her walking through the living room, though it seemed to conceal me from any curious eyes that would come through the main entrance to our suite. Mommy seemed not to care that she would be greeting Kylie in just her bathrobe.
If Kylie thought something was going on between us before, wait until she sees this.
I had nothing but questions. Why did Mommy reach out to Kylie? What did she say to her? Why had Mommy agreed to let Kylie come here, of all places, while I was dressed like this.
There was a knock at the door. Fuck.
All I could do was listen.
âGood morning, Kylie,â Mommy said moments after opening the door.
âOh, er, hi Ms. Heller. IâŠdidnât realize you wereâŠhere.â Kylieâs voice still carried those notes of sweet and cattiness, but it also sounded deflated.
âSurprised? Likewise, imagine my surprise to see that youâre stopping by.â
âIâŠwas supposed to meet your assistant Clark here. Are you twoâŠsharing a room?â
âWeâre sharing lots of things these days,â Mommy said. âLike phone numbers.â
âOh.â There was a lot of uncertainty in Kylieâs voice.
âWhy donât you come inside, Kylie.â
For a moment, I wasnât sure if Kylie had come in or not. For all I knew, she had sprinted off down the hallway, never to return. All I could hear was the sound of the door closing again. I caught another glimpse of myself in the mirror. Still a baby. I kind of hoped that she had run for the hills.
But then I heard Kylieâs voice again: âLook, I didnât want to start any trouble. I just thought that he couldâŠâ
âI know what you wanted,â Mommy said. âYou were texting with me late last night, not him.â
âLook, I said a lot of things thatâŠâ her voice trailed off before she started again: âI thought I was talking to Clark.â
âI know,â Mommy said.
âYou canât tell my Mom,â she said. âPlease?â Kylie sounded desperate. I wondered what else she had said to Mommy last night, thinking it was me.
âYou graduated high school, yes?â Mommy asked her. âYouâre over 18?â
âYes.â
âSo, youâre an adult. You have the right to beg boys for alcohol, while promising sexual favors in return. You have the right to send photos of your ass and tits to anyone youâd like to.â
My eyes widened. I really missed quite the conversation.
âButâŠmy motherâŠâ
âAh, yes,â Mommy said. âYour motherâGretchenâsheâd disapprove, wouldnât she? Probably cut you off from her credit cards. Maybe reconsider whatever investment she was making with Cornell to get you in as a student.â
âPlease, donâtâŠâ
âI see no reason to drag your mother into this conversation,â Mommy said. âI think we can help each other out.â
My heart was pounding even harder. What the hell did she mean by that?
âWell, after I freshen myself up a bit, Iâm going to be at the convention all day. And while I could take my darling assistant Clark with me, I think heâd be better off staying here.â
I looked in the mirror again. Yes. I was thinking that myself.
âBut,â Mommy continued, âin Clarkâs current stateâŠIâm not sure Iâd like to leave him to his own devices. He needs supervision.â
My heart sank. I could imagine where this was goingâŠbut it seemed far too surreal to actually be happening. Right?
Kylie laughed. âAre you asking me toâŠbabysit your assistant? An adult man? Who is older than I am?â
âIâm encouraging you to stay here today,â Mommy replied. âYou can call it whatever youâd like. But staying would ensure that our text messages stay between us. And, as long as youâre hereâŠwell, thereâs a well-stocked fridge in the kitchen. If anything was to go missingâŠI probably wouldnât even notice.â
âSounds kind of like blackmail,â Kylie said.
âFunny. I had the same thought when Clark told me that you were asking for him to get you alcohol after you speculated about his relationship with me. So I donât consider this to be blackmail, no. Weâre just two people, doing favors for each other.â
My entire body felt tense as I braced myself for how Kylie would respond to this. I couldnât begin to fathom the idea of Kylie seeing me like⊠I looked in the mirror again, feeling a shudder creep through my body.
âFine,â Kylie said. âI guess I could stick around for a little while.â
âI thought you would.â
âHeâs not going to do anything weird, is he?â Kylie asked.
Mommy laughedâa hearty bellow that suggested Kylie had inadvertently struck her funny bone. âIâm not going to lie to you, Kylie. Everything you see today is going to be weird.â
âGreat.â
âTake a seat. Iâm going to get myself ready for my day. Clark and I will be out in a few minutes.â
Without even realizing I had been moving, I found myself pressed to the other side of the partially-closed doorâthe single sheet of wood that, for now, protected the giant toddler from being spotted by Kylie. And soon, I wonât even have that. I scrambled back towards the bed as I heard Mommy walking back towards the bedroom.
âI suppose you heard that conversation?â she said, walking into the bedroom and closing the door behind her.
I nodded. I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldnât imagine myself saying anything that she couldnât tell just by looking at me.
âI know, I know,â she said, kissing my cheek as she floated past me to start getting some of her belongings from her suitcase. âThis isnât how you imagined today going, is it?â
I shook my head. âNo, Mommy. Does she have to be here?â
âTwo birds, one stone,â she said. âI wanted to hire a babysitter for you anyway. I thought it wouldâve been fun. But then, of course, I got pretty busy and never got around to it. And Iâm sure you can imagine just how hard it is to find a good babysitter willing to deal with such large diapers on short notice. And now, Miss Kylie seems to have just fallen into our lap.â
âButâŠâ There were so many points to protest, where would I even start? I thought Iâd pick the one that would, potentially, affect Mommy the most. â...arenât you worried about her saying something to her mother?â
âNo,â Mommy said, quite confidently. I expected her to have more to say, but that seemed to be it. Somehow, that simple answer felt plenty convincing to me, and I left it at that.
Still, I wasnât even remotely thrilled about the prospect of having to not only reveal myself to Kylie, but to then spend the day with her.
âI donât think sheâll change my diapers,â I said, an ever-so-slightly passive aggressive way of saying âI donât think this is a good idea.â
âNo, she probably wonât,â Mommy said with a shrug. âBut that doesnât mean that you can change your own either. Iâll take care of whatever she doesnât when I get back.â
âBut, what ifâŠâ
âYou make a big mess in your diaper? Youâll probably stink up the whole suite. Oh well.â
There were many questions left, but only one I was going to ask: âDoes it have to be this way?â
âBaby, if I say itâs going to be this way, then itâs going to be this way.â
I nodded.
âIâm going to take a shower and wash up, then get dressed and ready to go to the conference. Youâre welcome to go out and greet Kylie yourself, if youâd like. But if you havenât by the time Iâm ready to go, Iâm just going to drag you out there myself. I might even throw in an extra paddle or two on your padded bum. I canât imagine youâd want her to see that.â
âM-maybe just a few more minutes, Mommy,â I said, feeling as pathetic as I probably looked.
She smiled. âOf course. But donât keep your babysitter waiting too long.â
I sighed as I watched Mommy gather her things and strut into the bathroom. The last thing I saw, before the bathroom door closed behind her, was her robe falling to the ground, exposing her perfect body to me for just a moment.
I sighed a second time, grasping my thick diaper to feel my still-caged manhood within.
Behind one door was Mommy, naked and stepping into the shower. Heaven.
Behind the other was Kylie, completely unaware of the weird world she was about to be exposed to. Hell.
Iâd have to go talk to Kylie before Mommy returned to the bedroom. But, considering that the water in the shower had just turned on, I had a few minutes.
I laughed to myself. Lyndie was going to get a kick out of this later.
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