Nick and Molly - Chapter 2 - Story by Tinker Kinkers
Nick and Molly sat across from each other in the last booth in the back corner of their favorite Mexican restaurant. The lunch crowd had mostly left, leaving the two of them among the last remaining patrons. They joked and laughed, talking about everything and nothing, as they so often did. Nick was thankful the doctor’s visit was over, and he’d mostly put the events of the morning out of his mind, helped by the margarita he was sipping.
Molly was chipper, smiling at him from across the booth.
“So, what happened in there?” Her tone shifted to lighthearted sincerity. “I’ve never seen you get so nervous and fidgety. You know you don’t have to be embarrassed about any of this, right? It’s not your fault. It’s not like you can control it.”
“Yeah, I don’t know.” Nick glanced down at his half-finished drink, noticing Molly was about as far through hers. “It was just really embarrassing for me as a kid. I used to have to wear pull-ups to bed till I was, like, a teenager. Like a late teenager. I worked so hard trying to keep it a secret from everyone. It was all so stressful at that age. It just brings back a lot of difficult memories, I guess.”
“I understand that. That would probably be hard for anyone.” Molly reached both hands out across the table. “But listen, you don’t have to feel that way anymore. I’m not going anywhere. We’re gonna go through a lot of stuff together in life. I’m here for you. You know that, right?”
Nick smiled at her and nodded, meeting her soft eyes with his.
“Besides, we’re gonna grow old together and end up in diapers eventually anyway!” Molly said with a laugh, which made Nick’s face brighten as he let out a chuckle.
“Come sit near me, sweetie. I wanna be close to you.” Molly patted the booth beside her.
Her request caught Nick a little off guard, but he was quick to respond and move to her side. Molly pulled out her phone and opened a new browser tab. Nick watched as she started to type “adult bed wetting support group” into the search bar. His face turned a little red as the results started to pop up. The top result was a Facebook page titled “Diapered Adults and Partners.” The link opened Facebook to their shared account: Nick & Molly Cline. Nick didn’t often participate in social media, but he liked to keep up with family and close friends through Facebook occasionally.
“Oh wow! There are, like, eighty thousand members in this group. I had no idea…” Molly trailed off as she immediately started browsing.
Nick started to fidget again and took another sip of his drink. Before he could interject, Molly had already clicked the “Join Group” button at the top of the page.
“Wait, is that group private? Are people going to be able to see?” Nick’s voice faltered slightly, revealing his apprehension.
“Yeah, of course, sweetie. It’s private. This looks like a really good resource.”
Molly opened a pinned post outlining frequently asked questions and links relevant to new users. Nick started to squirm a bit more as he saw infantile words like “diapers,” “rash cream,” and “messy.”
“I’m gonna go use the bathroom really quick,” Nick said, starting to slide out of the booth.
“Oh, okay, love. Are you feeling okay?” Molly reached out instinctively, causing Nick’s motion to pause slightly.
“Oh, yeah, I’m good. I’ll be right back.” His voice faltered again, and Molly gave him a kind look of sympathy.
As Nick turned to walk away, Molly went back to reading, scrolling through post after post. She saw couples posting pictures together with one or both of them in diapers. She read updates from longtime users about different products they were using, discovering a whole subculture she never knew existed. She was fascinated.
She stopped at a post labeled “New Member Discount Code!”
Oh cool, I love discount codes. I should probably order some stuff now while Nick is in the bathroom. He’d probably get all weird trying to decide what to buy anyway.
The link redirected her to an Amazon list with diapers, stuffers, wipes, powder, lotion, rash cream, and a few other sample products. She added it all to the cart and hit checkout just as Nick returned to the table.
“Hey, I ordered a few things that were recommended in the group. I hope that’s okay!” Molly said, trying to hide an excitement she hadn’t even been aware of until that moment.
She looked down at Nick’s pants and saw a few small wet spots on the front of his jeans, but thought better of pointing it out.
Nick saw her look down and quickly slid back into the booth.
“Oh yeah, that’s okay.” He paused as she looked at him. “Thank you.” He forced a smile.
“This is a really great group!” she said, bringing their collective attention back to the phone. “Look how many couples are in here.”
She scrolled back up to a picture of a couple: an attractive woman, fully clothed in business casual, and her partner wearing nothing but a T-shirt and a diaper with childish prints all over it.
“I was reading a post from some longtime group members talking about how much better their relationships have become since one of them started wearing diapers. It sounds really sweet, Nick. Honestly. Like vulnerable and intimate and…” She turned to look at him. “Kinda fun. I don’t know. I’m so intrigued. I don’t know how else to say it, but I’m kinda excited.”
“Well, that makes one of us, I guess.” Nick looked down and reached for his drink again, taking a long sip. “Just, let’s go slow. This is kinda a lot for me to take in.”
Molly leaned over and kissed his cheek.
“Okay. Slow,” she said, softening a little. “I don’t want you to feel pushed. I guess I just like the idea of being able to take care of you. Tell you what: I don’t want you to worry about any of it. I’ll make it my job to get you ready at night and get you cleaned up in the morning. You won’t even have to think about it. Let me do this for you, sweetie.”
Molly’s face was still lit with excitement, but her eyes were gentle. As Nick looked at her, he felt her love pouring into him. He was reminded of her face when he proposed. That big, beautiful smile, her kind and deep eyes, and her soft hands in his.
“Uhhhgg, okay. I just, I don’t want this to get in the way of our sex life, and I don’t want to feel embarrassed. This is already embarrassing enough.”
Nick’s hesitation was obvious, but how could he say no to the purity of her request?
“From what I can tell in the little bit I’ve read, it doesn’t seem like sex is a problem for any of the couples here…” Molly said, looking back to the phone. “Seems like this is actually a kink for a lot of people. I’m not sure that most of these people even need diapers for medical reasons.”
Molly’s voice was naturally inquisitive and interested as she continued to scroll through the posts. Nick’s face started to turn red again. He also felt something he didn’t expect: a familiar tightening in the front of his pants.
Oh my god. Why am I getting hard right now? This is too weird. Stop, Nick. This is weird.
But the feeling persisted, and with Molly scooted closer to him, he could feel the skin of her arm against his. The sweet smell of her body spray caught his nostrils. He felt himself getting lightheaded. He knew he couldn’t fight it, so he took a deep breath and leaned closer, letting the security of her closeness reassure him.
“It’s going to be okay,” he told himself.
As they pulled into the CVS a few blocks from their house, Nick instinctively started to look around, hoping they wouldn’t see anyone they knew. He felt like he would turn and run out of the store if he was recognized.
Walking through the automatic sliding doors, Molly stayed about half a step ahead of him and seemed to be walking a little faster than her normal, casual pace. Or maybe Nick was walking a little slower than usual.
Okay, let’s get this over with. No big deal. She seems kinda into it, so I’ll just roll with that. She’s got this. I don’t have to do anything.
The inner monologue did little to stop his anxiety from creeping up.
“These should work for tonight,” Molly said, pulling a pack of diapers off the shelf. “Overnight Adult Undergarment Briefs. Kinda sounds weirder to me than just calling them ‘adult diapers,’ or even just ‘diapers.’ I guess I still don’t understand why the only people who seem to avoid that word are the people who make these things.”
Molly’s voice was louder than Nick thought necessary, but it maintained the chipper excitement that still confused him.
“Oh, yeah, who knows?” Nick tried to feign nonchalance, but his body language said otherwise as he looked around nervously. “Should we get going?”
“Yeah, let’s grab some wipes and powder too. The other stuff I ordered should be here tomorrow, but we should probably have some just for tonight.”
Molly put the pack of diapers under her arm and grabbed Nick’s hand. Her slightly-faster-than-necessary pace surprised Nick again, but he followed as she led him to the baby aisle. She quickly grabbed a small bottle of lavender-scented powder and brought it to her nose.
“Mmmm, this is such a nostalgic smell. Here, smell it!” she said, holding the bottle out to Nick.
Nick leaned in and took a quick sniff.
“Yeah, umm… I guess it is.”
Nick could feel himself getting hard again.
Damn it, not again. Not here. Please.
“Umm, so we need wipes too?” he said, trying to usher the process along.
“Oh, yeah, these should do.” Molly grabbed a pack of generic wipes off the shelf. “Alrighty, I think that’s it!”
Molly headed to the checkout counter with Nick in tow. Somehow, moving made Nick start to feel a little better. Or maybe just putting distance between himself and the embarrassment of the aisle made him feel more at ease. He stood behind Molly at the counter, looking at his phone to distract himself as she finished the transaction.
Nick was thankful as he saw the clerk put the pack of diapers into a white bag, but his satisfaction was short-lived. The plastic was just transparent enough to reveal its contents, not quite opaque enough to obscure the words printed on the items inside.
As they headed out to the parking lot, a car pulled in that was immediately recognizable: a flashy Audi in pearl white.
Nick’s heart started to beat faster, hoping their paths wouldn’t cross, but Molly never passed up the chance to strike up conversations with friends. It was part of the mixed blessing of her extroversion, which Nick normally appreciated.
Oh geez, Molly, please. Now is not the time for conversation. At least throw that bag in the car before you say hi.
“Liz! Hey, how are you?” Molly said, still holding the bag and waving to Liz, who was stepping out of her car in a business skirt suit.
Liz was recognizable to most anyone in town, with her real estate agency advertised in more than a few places in the area. She had also been their agent for their recent home purchase, so conversation was easy and natural. Nick smiled and gave a quick wave.
“Hey, you two lovebirds!” Liz came in for a hug from Molly. Nick felt obligated to move closer and offer a side hug, but Liz pulled him in for an actual hug.
Nick had always been intimidated by her. She was at least a few inches taller than him, and her big personality combined with her high heels completed the package of a sexy, successful, independent businesswoman.
“This weather is finally starting to get nice! I’m getting my pool going this weekend. You two should come over soon!” Liz’s voice was silky and confident, intoxicating, yet maternal in a way.
Thankfully, Molly answered for both of them.
“Oh, we’d love to, but we might have to raincheck. We’re heading to Nashville this weekend to see Taylor Swift.”
Nick saw Liz glance down at the bag on Molly’s arm as she was talking.
“Oh, of course! Wow, that sounds like so much fun. I’ve always wanted to see her. Let’s get together soon, then. Good to see you guys!”
Liz smiled and readjusted her purse, signaling her move to continue into the pharmacy. As Nick was getting in the car, he saw Liz turn and give a knowing smile in his direction just before she walked through the sliding automatic doors.
Nick found himself lost in thought on the short drive home.
Oh great. She definitely saw what was in the bag. But there’s no way she could know who those were for. What was with the smile? She’s just weird. Single women in their forties are always a little weird. Right?
Before Nick could continue his paranoid inner dialogue, Molly turned down the radio and started a conversation.
“By the way, I booked our hotel room for next weekend. It’s like a block from the stadium, so we can easily walk there. I know it’s a long drive, so I figured we could leave in the morning and have some time at the hotel to rest and freshen up before we head to the show.”
“Oh, great! Thank you for doing that, sweetie. I’m really excited. But are you sure you wouldn’t rather go with Anna? She can still have my ticket if you want.”
Nick offered because he knew Molly might still want to go with her best friend, who was also a die-hard Swiftie.
“Oh, Nicky!” Molly looked over at him lovingly. “That’s so sweet of you. But Anna and I went last year, and I really want to experience this with you this time. By the way, do you still want to go to her and Kate’s house for the Fourth of July this year?”
Oh, that’s right. Anna and Kate had us over for the Fourth of July last year. That was pretty fun. Not a bad view of the fireworks from their backyard. Not to mention being with three beautiful women lounging by the pool; also not a bad view.
“Oh yeah! I’d love that. That was really fun last year,” Nick said.
Anna was Molly’s sorority sister, roommate, and soccer teammate in college.
“We all got a little tipsy last year in the hot tub, didn’t we?”
“Ha! Yeah, I guess we did get a little silly. But that’s what happens when you drink with a bartender like Kate.” Molly laughed.
Kate was known for having a bit of a wild streak in her, and it was surprising that she had found a partner in Anna, who was more of a “stable Mabel,” as they say. But sometimes yin needs its yang.
Molly put the car in park in the driveway and grabbed the recently purchased bag of supplies.
“Alright! Let’s try these things out!” she said, hopping out of the car and making her way to the front door.
It’s not even 5 p.m. Why the heck…
But much to Nick’s surprise, as he walked through the door, he saw Molly sliding off her bottoms and opening the pack of diapers.
“What the heck are you doing?” Nick said with a slight chuckle as he saw Molly pulling a diaper from the pack, unfolding it, and examining it on all sides.
“Trying them out! What does it look like I’m doing, silly?” Molly said as she plopped herself down on the couch and started to pull the diaper under herself. “Well, are you just gonna stand there like a teenager with a tent in your pants, or are you gonna come help me?”
“Oh, I… umm… yeah.” Nick couldn’t contain his shock at the situation. He stared at his gorgeous, half-naked wife and only then noticed how hard he’d gotten, which embarrassed him slightly. “Sorry, I thought you were going to try to put one on me.”
“Oh, I am!” Molly said, laughing. “But I wanna figure out how these work first. Here, help me get it straightened out.”
Nick stood over her at the end of the couch, in awe of his wife. His erection showed no signs of letting up anytime soon, and his pants were becoming more and more uncomfortable. He reached down and started to pull and scooch the diaper under Molly as she wiggled. He noticed how wet she was, and it took everything in him not to bury his face between her legs right at that moment.
“Okay, now pull it up between my legs,” Molly said, bending her knees and spreading her legs to allow as much space as possible for the diaper to land between them. “Apparently the tapes are the tricky part. So you hold the front in place, and I’ll try to tape it.”
Nick did as instructed, his face now burning with some new and strange combination of embarrassment and arousal. Molly landed the tapes in what appeared to be the designated zones, then rolled out from under him with a laugh.
“Oh my god, Nick! Hahaha! You’re so turned on. Look at you!” Molly said, pointing at the even more obvious tent in his pants.
She moved closer to him, planted a firm kiss on his lips, then turned and bent over in front of him, shaking her padded butt against his crotch and laughing. Nick was fixated on the diaper, on her butt, on the way the leg gathers cradled her curves, the way the waistband hugged her skin. He knew she was trying to be silly, but he was captivated.
Molly was clearly enjoying teasing him. She retrieved her pants from the floor and pulled her phone out of the back pocket to turn on music through their Bluetooth speaker. Nick felt glued to the floor as he watched her dancing around the room, uninhibited, carefree, happy.
“C’mon, Nick!” She grabbed his hands and started to playfully dance to the music. “Loosen up a little. You’ve been so serious all day!”
Nick started to move around a bit and tried to let go. While he danced, he heard Molly grabbing something from the fridge in the kitchen. She reappeared holding two hard seltzers. She cracked one open and gave it to him.
“Take a sip, then let’s get you in a diaper!”
Nick did as instructed, smiling at her as he sipped his drink.
“Ugh, fine. You are such a goofball, though!” Nick chortled, but he knew that was also what made her so attractive. She had no inhibitions. She lived in the moment, without judgment, feeling and doing what she wanted when she wanted.
“Alright, hot stuff. Lay down!” she said in a playful but dominant tone, pointing at the couch.
Nick set down his drink and laid down in front of her. He started to unbutton his pants, but she slapped his hands away.
“Uh-uh! I’m doing this, mister!”
Nick was caught off guard by how quickly she got his pants and underwear off. She had his ankles in her left hand, pushing his knees up toward his chin, which caused him to instinctively roll back and bring his butt up off the couch.
“Seems like you’ve done this before?” Nick said, trying to hide the nervousness in his voice.
He heard the crinkle of the diaper as she slid it under him quickly and precisely.
“Ha! You know I was a nanny all throughout college. I’ve changed more diapers than you’ll ever know. It’s second nature!”
Molly let his feet come back to rest on the couch with his knees bent and legs spread open. Nick felt vulnerable, lying with his semi-erect, smaller-than-average, and nearly hairless manhood out in the open, seemingly unacknowledged by his gorgeous wife as she pulled out the bottle of baby powder and started generously spreading powder all over him.
“Molly, what the? We don’t really need that, do we? I thought we were just goofing around?”
Nick’s concern grew as she lifted his legs again to powder his backside.
“Oh yeah! Sorry, I guess we are. Just habit, I guess.”
Molly laughed as she said it, but there was a softness in her eyes that kept Nick from pulling away. She paused with the powder bottle still in her hand, watching his face for a second longer than usual.
Nick swallowed. “Yeah. I think so.”
His heart was still hammering, and he was painfully aware of how exposed he was on the couch, knees bent, Molly standing over him with a diaper unfolded beneath his hips like this was the most normal thing in the world. Or worse, like it was fun. Like it was something she wanted to do.
That was the part his brain couldn’t quite make sense of.
She wasn’t laughing at him. She wasn’t disgusted. She wasn’t tolerating him.
The thought hit him with a strange, electric force, equal parts relief and embarrassment and something much harder to admit.
Molly set the powder down on the coffee table and leaned over him, placing one hand gently on his chest.
“Hey,” she said, her voice dipping into something calmer. “We can stop whenever you want. I know I’m being silly, but I’m not trying to push you too far.”
Nick looked up at her. Her hair fell slightly around her face, and behind the teasing grin was the same woman who had held him that morning when he cried into her tank top.
He felt his throat tighten.
“I know,” he said. “It’s just… a lot.”
“I know it is.” She brushed her thumb over his chest. “But it doesn’t have to be bad.”
Nick let out a nervous laugh. “You make it sound easy.”
“That’s because I’m very persuasive.” Molly grinned, then kissed him once, soft and quick. “And very cute.”
Despite himself, Nick smiled.
“There he is,” she said, brightening. “Okay. Now, hips up.”
Nick gave her a look. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“Incorrect. I am enjoying this the perfect amount.”
That got a real laugh out of him. Small, but real. It loosened something in his chest.
“And judging by the state of your little soldier there, it looks like you are too...”
Nick brought his hands to his face, the eye contact was too much, his body betrayed him, signaling exactly what he deep down already knew.
“Alright mister show-off, lift up!”
He lifted his hips, and Molly tugged the diaper into place beneath him, smoothing it out with the kind of casual competence that made his face burn all over again. She had done this before, he reminded himself. Not with him. Not like this. But still, there was nothing clumsy or uncertain in her movements. She moved like she knew exactly what she was doing, which somehow made everything better and worse.
When she pulled the front up between his legs, and pushed down his member into the diaper, Nick went very still.
The soft bulk settled against him, warm from her hands, absurdly intimate. His body reacted before his mind had even formed a complete thought.
Molly noticed immediately.
Her eyes flicked down, then back up to his face. A slow, delighted smile spread across her lips.
“I was about to say you’re being very brave.”
Nick groaned and covered his face with both hands again. “That is not what you were about to say.”
Molly laughed, the sound light and musical as she leaned over him to fasten the first tape. “Okay, maybe not exactly.”
The tape landed with a soft pull and press. Then the next. Then she adjusted the fit around his hip, tugged one side a little tighter, and smoothed her hand across the front like she was inspecting her work.
“There,” she said proudly. “Look at that.”
Nick lowered his hands from his face, but only barely.
Molly sat back on her heels, still wearing her own diaper and nothing else below the waist, her face glowing with mischief and affection. She looked impossible. Beautiful and ridiculous and completely unashamed. The kind of person who could walk straight into the center of a strange moment and make it feel like a party.
Nick wished he could be like that.
No. That wasn’t quite true.
He wished he could let himself be like that with her.
“How does it feel?” she asked.
Nick shifted slightly. The diaper crinkled under him, loud in the quiet room.
“It feels…” He searched for the right word and failed. “Noticeable.”
“Noticeable,” she repeated, nodding thoughtfully. “Very clinical. Very mature. Dr. Brock would be proud.”
“What? I’m supporting your medical vocabulary.”
Nick laughed again, and this time it came easier.
Molly stood, grabbed his hands, and pulled him upright from the couch. The diaper shifted as he sat up, and the feeling sent another flush of embarrassment through him. He looked down at himself and immediately wished he hadn’t.
A grown man. Newly married. Wearing a diaper in the living room while his wife danced barefoot in front of him, looking like she had discovered a new favorite holiday.
This should be humiliating.
But Molly was smiling at him like he was the only person in the world, and the humiliation had started to twist into something warmer.
“Okay,” she said, turning the music up. “Now we dance.”
“I am not dancing in a diaper.”
“You absolutely are dancing in a diaper.”
She grabbed both his hands and pulled him to his feet.
The first few seconds were awkward enough that Nick thought he might physically evaporate. The diaper felt bulky between his thighs, and every small movement made it crinkle. He kept glancing toward the windows even though the blinds were closed. Molly, meanwhile, moved like nothing had changed at all, except maybe that everything had gotten funnier.
She spun under his arm, then came back against him, laughing as she bumped her padded hip into his.
“Oh my god,” Nick muttered. “You’re unbelievable.”
“You knew that when you married me.”
“You signed up for the deluxe package.”
Nick shook his head, but he couldn’t stop smiling.
They danced badly. Objectively badly. Molly made it worse on purpose, exaggerating every move, shaking her hips, turning around to wiggle the padded seat of her diaper at him until he had to look away, then immediately looked back because apparently he had lost control of his own eyes.
There was that phrase again.
It should have scared him. It did scare him. But not in the way it had that morning. Not cold panic. Not shame so sharp it made his stomach ache.
This was standing in his own living room with the woman he loved, wearing the thing he had dreaded all day, and somehow not dying from it.
Somehow wanting her more because of it.
Molly seemed to sense the shift in him. She stepped closer, looping her arms around his neck, their bodies swaying now instead of dancing. The music softened into the background. Nick’s hands settled on her waist, cautious at first, then more certain.
She smelled like body spray and baby powder and the faint lime sweetness of the drink she’d been sipping. The combination should have been absurd. Instead, it made him dizzy.
“You’re thinking very loudly,” she said.
Nick huffed a laugh. “Am I?”
“Mm-hmm.” She kissed the corner of his mouth. “Tell me.”
He looked down, then back up at her.
His face burned. “You don’t have to sound so proud of yourself.”
“But I am proud of myself.”
“What? My husband is cute and flustered and secretly having fun. This is a win for me.”
Nick wanted to deny it. The words rose automatically, old defenses with familiar shapes.
This is just because you’re beautiful.
But none of them were entirely true.
Molly’s expression softened.
“There’s no wrong answer here,” she said. “You can feel embarrassed and excited at the same time. You can hate part of it and still like part of it. You don’t have to have a perfect explanation.”
Nick stared at her for a moment.
How did she always do that? How did she walk right past the mess of his thoughts and pick out the one thing he needed to hear?
“I don’t know what’s happening to me,” he admitted.
Molly’s smile turned tender. “Maybe nothing bad.”
Before he could answer, she kissed him.
Not playful this time. Not teasing. Slow and certain. Nick melted into it, his hands tightening slightly at her waist. The diaper between them made everything feel strange and heightened, like the barrier was somehow also an invitation. Molly pressed closer, and he felt the soft bulk of her diaper against his, the ridiculousness of it, the intimacy of it, the impossible fact that she was choosing this with him.
Then she pulled back suddenly.
Molly stepped out of his arms, eyes wide with theatrical urgency.
“What?” he repeated, alarmed.
She held up one finger. “Stay right there.”
She planted her feet in the middle of the living room, bent her knees slightly, and grinned.
“Shh. I’m concentrating.”
A second later her face changed. Just barely. A tiny flicker of focus, followed by a triumphant smile. The front of her diaper swelled subtly, the white material darkening in a small, spreading patch before the padding caught it and pulled it inward.
Molly looked down, then back up at him, delighted.
“Oh my god,” she said, laughing. “That felt so weird.”
His brain had stopped at some point and refused to reboot.
Molly bounced once on her toes, then immediately froze and laughed harder. “Okay, wow. Warm. Very warm. That is a lot of information happening all at once.”
Nick swallowed. “You just…”
“While looking me directly in the eye.”
Molly put her hands on her hips. “I believe in confidence.”
Nick let out a strangled laugh, half shock and half disbelief. “You are insane.”
“I do. That’s the problem.”
She stepped toward him, her expression still silly but her eyes searching his. “Too much?”
Nick looked at her. At the diaper. At the grin she was trying and failing to contain. At the way she had done the most embarrassing thing he could imagine and somehow made it look fearless.
A nervous laugh escaped him.
“I don’t know,” he said honestly. “Maybe? But also…”
His body answered before he could. Molly saw it, the tell tale bulge in the front of his diaper. Again. Of course she did.
Her grin came back slowly.
He covered his face. “Stop saying my name like that.”
“Like you just solved me.”
She came close enough to pull his hands gently away from his face.
“I’m not trying to solve you,” she said. “I’m trying to play with you.”
The words landed low in his stomach.
Not fix. Not manage. Not tolerate.
Molly leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Your turn.”
Nick stiffened. “No way.”
“I mean… I can’t just do that.”
“You did it this morning.”
Molly tilted her head, studying him with amused patience. “Because you weren’t trying?”
That was exactly it, and somehow that made it worse. Accidents were humiliating, but at least they weren’t choices. This would be a choice. This would be him stepping over the line on purpose.
His pulse picked up again.
“I don’t think I can,” he said.
Molly nodded, her teasing fading immediately. “Okay.”
The lack of pressure surprised him.
She sat down on the couch, patting the cushion beside her. “Come here.”
Nick sat next to her slowly, hyperaware of the diaper beneath him. Molly tucked herself against his side, resting her head on his shoulder.
“We don’t have to do anything,” she said. “I mean it.”
Nick looked down at their legs, both bare, both padded, touching lightly at the hip. The sight made his chest tighten.
“I want to,” he said, surprising himself.
He kept his eyes forward. “I think. I don’t know. I want to want to.”
He laughed weakly. “Does it?”
She took his hand and laced her fingers through his. The music kept playing quietly, some pop song Nick barely registered. Outside, a car passed. The refrigerator hummed. The world continued as if he weren’t sitting on his couch in a diaper, considering whether to voluntarily do the thing that had haunted him since childhood.
His bladder wasn’t even that full, but the suggestion had made him aware of it. A small pressure. A possibility.
Molly rubbed her thumb along the side of his hand.
Why does that make it harder?
Why does that make me want to?
His body felt split down the middle: one part rigid with embarrassment, the other leaning toward her warmth, toward the soft crinkle under them, toward the impossible safety of being wanted inside the very thing he hated.
“I feel stupid,” he whispered.
Molly kissed his shoulder. “You’re not stupid.”
“I feel like I should be ashamed.”
“But you’re not ashamed of me.”
Not all at once. Not dramatically. Just a small surrender somewhere deep in him. A letting go.
At first he wasn’t sure anything was happening. Then warmth spread slowly into the padding, startling and intimate, so different from waking up cold and wet that his breath caught in his throat. His body tensed, trying to stop out of instinct, but Molly squeezed his hand.
“That’s it,” she whispered, not mocking, not laughing. “You’re okay.”
The warmth spread more fully.
Nick’s face burned so hot he could barely stand it. He stared at the coffee table, unable to look at her, heart pounding with humiliation and relief and a rush of arousal so strong it scared him.
When it was over, he sat frozen.
Molly didn’t move at first. She just stayed beside him, her hand in his, giving him a moment to return to himself.
Then, softly, she said, “Hey.”
Her eyes were bright, but not with teasing this time. Something deeper. Want and affection tangled together so completely he couldn’t separate them.
He nodded once. Then again.
Molly smiled and kissed him.
Nick responded immediately, almost desperately, turning toward her as she shifted closer. The kiss deepened, and the last of his resistance seemed to collapse under the warmth of her mouth. Her hands moved to his shoulders, then his chest, then slid around his back as he pulled her in.
Their diapers pressed together between them. Nick instinctively thrust his hips into hers.
Nick groaned softly into her mouth, embarrassed by the sound and too far gone to care. Molly answered by climbing partly into his lap, laughing breathlessly when the movement made both of them crinkle.
That came out faster than he expected.
Molly paused, smiling against his lips. “Oh?”
Nick’s hands found her hips. “Don’t tease me.”
“I think we both know I’m going to.”
And then she kissed him again.
The couch cushions shifted as they sank sideways together, Molly pulling him down with her until they were tangled awkwardly across the couch, half laughing, half kissing, neither of them graceful enough to make it look like anything other than exactly what it was: two people stumbling into something new and strange and thrilling together.
Nick ended up above her, braced on one arm, his other hand at her waist. Molly looked up at him, hair spread over the cushion, cheeks flushed, wearing nothing but her tank top and the diaper she had wet on purpose because apparently his wife contained entire weather systems of chaos he was only just discovering.
He loved her so much it hurt.
Then she rolled her hips up against him.
Nick’s thoughts scattered.
The pressure was maddening. Soft and padded and wrong and perfect. He kissed her harder, losing himself in the movement, in the heat trapped between them, in Molly’s pleased little hums against his mouth. His shame was still there, but it had changed shape. It no longer stood between them. It wrapped around the moment instead, making every touch feel more dangerous, more private, more theirs.
The thought came and went like a spark.
Molly’s hands slid under his shirt, palms warm against his back. “Nicky,” she breathed, and this time he didn’t tell her to stop saying his name like that.
He lowered himself closer, the two of them moving together in slow, searching rhythm. The couch creaked. The music played on. Nick felt himself slipping out of thought entirely, surrendering to the sensation of her beneath him, the softness between them, the absurd and beautiful reality that Molly wanted him like this.
The sound cut through the room with obscene cheerfulness.
For one full second neither of them moved.
Then the doorbell rang again.
“Oh my god,” Nick whispered.
Molly pressed her lips together like she was fighting for her life not to laugh.
A knock followed. “Package!”
Nick’s eyes went wide. “Package?”
Molly’s face crumpled into silent laughter.
“Don’t laugh,” he hissed, which only made her shake harder beneath him.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered between laughs, barely audible. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
Nick rolled off her and sat up, running both hands through his hair. His heart was still racing, but now for an entirely different reason.
The living room seemed suddenly much brighter. Much more real. There were clothes on the floor. An open package of diapers on the coffee table. Powder beside it. Two half-finished drinks. Music still playing like it had no idea anything had happened.
Nick and Molly looked at each other.
“We can’t answer the door like this,” Nick said.
“No,” Molly agreed, still grinning. “Probably not.”
They both burst into quiet, frantic laughter.
Molly stood first, immediately making a face. “Oh shit. Okay. Wet diaper logistics are a whole thing.”
Nick barked out a laugh despite himself. “You’re just now realizing that?”
“I had theoretical knowledge. This is field research.”
The knock came one more time, then footsteps faded from the porch.
Nick peeked toward the front window from a safe distance. “I think they left it.”
“Good.” Molly bent to grab her panties from the floor, then paused and looked down at herself. “Okay. So. We should probably… reset?”
Nick looked at her, both of them suddenly bashful in the aftermath. The heat was still there, but it had softened into something quieter. Something domestic. Something that felt almost more intimate than what they had been doing a minute before.
“Yeah,” he said. “Maybe a reset.”
Molly nodded, then stepped closer and kissed him gently.
Nick looked at her, really looked at her. Her messy hair, her flushed cheeks, her ridiculous grin trying to behave itself. His beautiful, chaotic, fearless wife.
“Yeah,” he said. “Still okay.”
Her smile warmed. “Good.”
They took turns cleaning up, both awkward and giggly about it in a way that made the embarrassment easier to carry. Molly made a point not to make the process too serious, narrating just enough of her own discomfort to keep Nick from retreating into himself.
“Okay, yeah, definitely ordering better wipes,” she called from the bathroom.
Nick laughed from the bedroom as he pulled on clean boxer briefs. “You already ordered wipes.”
“Better wipes, Nick. This is an evolving situation.”
When they were both dressed again, the living room looked almost normal, aside from the CVS bag tucked discreetly beside the couch and the open pack of diapers Molly had shoved halfway under a throw blanket, as if that counted as cleaning.
Nick opened the front door and retrieved the package from the porch. It was a small cardboard box addressed to Molly.
She took it from him, checked the label, then smiled.
“It’s not the stuff I ordered at lunch. That comes tomorrow.”
Nick narrowed his eyes. “Then what is it?”
She hugged the box to her chest. “A dress I forgot I bought.”
His expression softened. “Oh.”
Molly set the package on the entry table and wrapped her arms around him.
For a moment they just stood there.
No teasing. No performance. No diaper jokes. Just the two of them in the soft quiet after something had shifted.
Nick rested his chin against her head.
“So,” Molly said eventually, her voice muffled against his chest. “Dinner?”
Nick laughed. “After all that, that’s where your mind goes?”
“I contain multitudes. Also, I’m starving.”
“Okay. Dinner.” He kissed the top of her head. “What do you want?”
“I know. They were good.”
Nick pulled back to look at her. “You are a menace.”
“And yet,” he said, smiling despite himself, “I love you.”
This time, when she said it, he didn’t flinch.
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