Re: Delving into Diapers
It seems I take longer and longer each time to update. Still, I hope you enjoy it! And let me know what you think. Thanks!
I jolted awake at the sound of the doorbell. The noise echoed throughout the quiet house before fading into silence. I was discombobulated at waking up earlier than normal, so it took a while for everythhing register. Once I was more awake, I began pushing at Alex with my feet, shaking him to hopefully wake him up. He wasn’t having any of it, murmuring to me to answer it. I told him that he had to go answer it, and continued kicking at him with my legs. He didn’t respond, and I realized I would have to do it. I groaned and launched out of bed, knowing that, at this point, I’d have to run to the door or else who ever was there might leave.
Our little apartment house was somewhat shabby, sporting a worn wooden door and a second glass one behind it. We never really used the wooden one because, with a lack of windows in our small quarters, it was basically the only source of sunlight.
As I scambled out of our room, I’d just barely gotten a glimpse of the waiting delivery man when the exposure of a certain padding between my thighs became suddenly apparent to me. I gasped and skidded to a halt, scambling backwards into the safety of my bedroom again. I couldn’t believe I forgot I had on that diaper from last night… Not only that, but I had no pants on, either!
I cursed myself as I hurriedly yanked on a random pair of sweats (they turned out to be Alex’s, so they were somewhat baggy) and raced to get to the door. The delivery man seemed to be expecting someone, despite the very long wait. That’s when I had the sickening realization that, when I had caught a glimpse of him, he must’ve seen me as well. In nothing but a t-shirt and a diaper.
My face heated up at that horrible prospect, and I couldn’t meet his eye as I sullenly opened the glass door. I could only pray that he hadn’t noticed anything.
“Hello, I have a delivery for a Mr. Alex Foster. Is there someone here over 21?” he asked. My heart immediately jumped, shuddering in my chest at his words. That was a normal follow-up question, right? Was I being paranoid?
“Yeah, I’m old enough.” I reponded after analyzing his words.
“Oh, you are?” the delivery man asked, sounding genuinely surprised. I blushed and told myself to calm down. Maybe he honestly thought I just looked under 21. That was probably it. This had nothing to do with my attire.
“Y-Yes I am.” I stammered, angry at myself for sounding so unsure. This was so uncharacteristic of me! It was probably the mental effects of wearing a diaper. It was all getting to my head, making me feel smaller, younger.
“May I see some identification?” he asked. I dared a glance at him and found him smirking at me. That pissed me off. Was he flirting? Or just hinting at my diapered state? I wasnt sure. Ugh.
I mumbled a response and waddled off to find my purse and my indentification. As I walked, I paused to glance over my shoulder and see the guy standing there, looking pleased and content with a huge grin plastered on his face, his eyebrows raised high. He didn’t say anything, so I ignored his odd expression and continued my search.
I found my purse on the floor and was crouching down to shuffle through it when I was alerted to Alex emerging from our room. He was looking wonderfully bleary and unkempt as he wandered over, smirking at me for some strange reason. Then the light faded from his eyes as he looked to the doorway and discovered the also grinning delivery man, waiting patiently for my ID. Alex took one more look at me, squatting on the floor to dig through my purse, and then headed toward the door with squared shoulders and hardened eyes, not looking happy in the least.
“Jordan, pull up those damn pants–you’re diaper is showing.” he snapped over his shoulder. I gasped, shocked at hearing him swear (it happens so rarely) and also horrified to discover the saggy sweats that had succumbed to gravity, drooping down to reveal the top of my diaper in all of its glory. No wonder that delivery guy was so perky.
I blushed a deep shade of red and quickly stood up, adjusting myself and darting out of sight behind a nearby wall, absolutely mortified. I cowered there and listened to the remainder of the conversation as Alex signed for his package. I was startled to hear him blantantly order the man to never come back.
“I was just doing my job, mate.” the delivery guy responded. I could hear his cheeky smile from the tone of his voice, and I wished I could sink into the ground and disappear.
“Well I never want to see you again.” Alex repeated slowly. “Now get off my property before I rearrange that hideous face of yours.” (Technically, it wasnt our property but the guy took the hint and scampered.)
“Give me a call when you’re done with her!” came one final holler. Alex slammed the wooden door shut, shrouding the house in darkness.
There were a few seconds of silence, where I stood there and let myself calm down, trying to forget the embrassment. Then there was a distinct sound of rapid movement, quickly nearing me. I jumped as Alex bouldered out from the darkness and appeared in front of me, looking wild. “Alex, what are you-” He grabbed my jaw with both hands and kissed me roughly, severing my sentence and my train of thought in one simple move.
“You… are mine.” Alex stated lowly as he pulled back, his dark eyes mere inches away.
“Wh-what’s gotten into you?” I asked, pulling my jaw away. Alex grunted and gently pushed me against the wall, trapping me once more, pressing fevered kisses to my neck. I squealed and tried to escape, but he held on tightly.
“Why do you do this to me?” he whispered huskily, attempting to speak between his advancements. “I wake up to find you…” He playfully nipped at me with his teeth. “…innocently bent over…” He licked a bold stripe over my right collarbone. “…clad in my sweats…” he sucked on my left one. “…with your cute little diaper peeking out…” Alex paused for a longer time, working his kisses up my neck and down my jaw. He groaned again, halting his feverent actions abruptly and resting his forehead against mine. His eyes were tightly closed and his jaw was clenching as he continued. “With your massive diaper hanging out and that… That pervert just standing there and smirking. Oh god I wanted to punch him. He wasn’t even trying to hide how much it was turning him on; he just stood there and watched you.” Alex reopened his eyes and met mine. His look was stony and I gulped involuntarily at how angry he seemed. “And you! You were so oblivious as you gave him your little show, waddling your diapered bottom as you scurried around, bending over and letting those darn sweats fall down to reveal your diaper.” He glared at me and I glared right back, annoyed at his accusations.
“I didn’t know!” I shouted. “I wasn’t ‘giving him a show,’ I was just looking for my ID.” I huffed.
Alex sighed and let his eyelids flutter closed. “I know, darling. It was kind of adorable that you didn’t realize your diaper was showing.” At this comment he reached to the top of my diaper, once more protruding from my pants, and gave it a sudden tug, giving me a partial wedgie as one bum cheek was now free from its confines and the other wasnt. He grinned wolfishly at me, and I felt my cheeks heating up again.
“Shove off, Al,” I muttered, pushing him off of me and unpicking my wedgie. He was so horny and bipolar in the mornings. I left him there, scurrying off to the front door. I opened it slightly and poked my head out, scanning the surroundings. Once I’d noted that the road was clear, I left it open and shut the glass door instead, allowing light back into the house. Once I could see again, I curiously picked up the delivered package. “What is it?” I asked, trying to read the label that might possibly give me information.
Alex suddenly appeared and swooped over with a grin, plucking it from my hands. “More diapers for my little girl.” he replied, winking. I glared at him and adjusted the sweats self-conciously.
“Why’d you get those? I don’t need them.” I huffed admantly.
“Yet.” Alex interjected. My face paled at that prospect.
“What is that supposed to mean?” I demanded. Alex just smirked and waltzed off with his darn package. I sighed and went to go make us breakfast, seeing as Alex wasnt doing anything productive this morning.
I whipped up a quick batch of pancakes and some scrambled eggs, something fast and simple. By the time they were done, Alex was waiting expectantly at the table. When I brought the food to the table he quickly began cutting a pancake into little pieces before dousing it in syrup. I had a sinking suspicion they were for me, so I glared at him as he speared a piece with his fork. “What are you-” He quickly shoved the piece into my mouth and I glowered at him while I held the little piece in my mouth. He watched me expectantly, and after a few seconds, I grudgingly chewed and swallowed. “Alex-” He was prepared with another piece that I also ate. I blushed as he murmured condenscending praises upon me, readying a new piece. He smirked at me once I’d swallowed, and this time I kept my mouth closed, eying his fork critically.
“Open your mouth, baby,” Alex urged, seeing my uncooperation. I pressed my lips closely together and shook my head. Alex huffed, rolling his eyes dramatically. “Someone needs to learn how to listen.” he sighed.
I covered my mouth with one hand to block my mouth from Alex’s fork. “I’m not a baby.” I grumbled. Alex laughed at that and very pointedly lowered his gaze to the diaper’s waistband, once more unhidden. My face just reddened further as I tugged up the sweats to cover myself and proceeded to protest. “But-” Alex stopped my words successfully with another spongy piece, seeing as I had removed my hands in order to adjust the sweats. I was getting progressively annoyed as I angrilly chewed this bite. Remembering my tactic earlier, I covered my mouth once again before attempting to speak. “Alex! I’m not a baby!” I insisted.
“Well I see a baby in front of me. Would you care to agrue, Miss Diapers?” he responded. I squirmed sheepishly, the crinkling noisily filling the silence. I didn’t respond. “Open up, Princess.” I submissively obeyed, letting him feed me like the toddler I felt like.
When I was out of food, I was sure I was as red as a tomato. “Good girl.” Alex cooed. “Go play with your toys so Daddy can eat his breakfast.” I glared at that remark and scrambled off, darting into the safety of the bedroom to change into some regular panties. I wasn’t quite sure why I had stayed in this diaper so long anyway. It just seemed logical to eat breakfast before changing. As I was hurrying to my dresser, the package on the bed caught my eye. As Alex had said, inside I spotted a few diapers new diapers. Looking closely, I realized that they had the most childish print I had ever seen. I began pulling out the diapers, wincing at each new discovery: Disney princesses and Dora the Explorer, Carebears and Barbie.
I uncovered some plastic panties at the bottom as well, prints like My Little Pony and Powerpuff Girls. Some were merely branded with words like ‘Spank Me’ and ‘I love my diapers’.
“I see you found your little presents!” Alex announced, startling me as he suddenly strode into the room. I must’ve been eying them for longer than I thought if he was already finished with his breakfast. I glowered at him and gestured to the items, completely horrified at the thought of being seen in them. “Aren’t they cute?” he asked.
“No! I wouldn’t be caught dead in them!” I snapped. Alex just smiled at me.
“I think you would look absolutely adorable in them.” I blushed and shook my head adamantly. He didn’t respond for a while, just looking at me wordlessly. “Would you at least wear one of them out today?” he asked quietly, peering up at me with pleading eyes. I groaned and turned away, so as not to be swayed by his charm.
Alex was in a pissy mood today after I refused to try on his stupid plastic panties. He seemed sullen and didn’t interact with me beyond the basics. Since he had a computer job, Alex usually worked from home. However, this morning he grumbled something to me about heading into the office to work instead, and he stormed off in a big whirl. I was left wondering if I should just try the darn things on and make him happy, but at this point, he was already gone.
So instead I sulked around the house and waited for him to return. The day was long and uneventful, and I wished that I had something to preoccupy myself with. My thoughts drifted to my most recent job. When I was first dating Alex, I worked at a little clothes shop a few minutes away. Once things between us for more serious, he asked me to move in with him. His only catch was that I quit my job.
I was reluctant, knowing that if things between us didn’t work out, I’d be left jobless and homeless. It was a scary prospect. So I told him to give me longer to think about it. Months later, I finally agreed. Alex made enough to support us both, and he enjoyed his job. So I hadn’t had the need to work, and he hadn’t wanted me to. But now I felt anxious as I waited for him to come home, and I wished that I had something to take my mind off of our fight.
In the middle of my deep thinking, the house phone began ringing. I jumped from the couch and hurried to answer it, hoping it would be Al. Maybe I could apologize now and have him come home? I would even put on one of those stupid plastic panties if it would make him happy.
But it wasn’t Alex. I read the caller ID and hesitated, not knowing who it was. It rang and rang until it went to voicemail. I waited, hoping that this person would leave a message, but they didn’t.
Alex came home later that evening in a worse mood, if possible. He grumbled a ‘hello’ to me before locking himself in the bathroom. I heard the bath running, and figured he just needed to relax. I waited around for him in our bedroom, allowing him his alone time. But I suddenly grew bleary and found that, when I laid down in bed for half of a second, I was asleep.
The whole week passed by like this. I’d wake up to an empty bed and barely have time to greet Alex as he devored his breakfast before he disappeared off to the office. He put in more hours than normal, so I was only able to see him just before bed. Sometimes he’d lock himself up in the bathroom again or he’d tell me he was off to the bar with some friends. More often than not he’d hide away in his workroom and continue with his work
Whatever it was that he was doing, I was suddenly very abandoned and very lonely. In the midst all of this free time, I began to harbor the sinking suspicion that he was seeing someone else–it just made sense.
The house phone kept ringing with the same caller, from a girl named Michelle. She called the first three days of the silent treatment that Alex was giving me. I hadn’t thought anything of it until I noticed that Alex started getting texts from her suddenly. He tried to hide this from me, though, dodging my questions when I asked whom he was texting. Once he started texting her, she quit phoning the house This alerted me to the fact that everything was not as it seemed. I began to worry that perhaps he wasn’t heading to the office every morning or to the bar at nighttime, but was instead meeting up with this Michelle girl.
The thought of it made me sick. I couldn’t imagine him leaving me. I tried imagining it, though, and when I finally suceeded I was left with a splitting headache. As things grew progressively colder between us, I began brainstorming ideas on how to make this better.
Obviously, this plan would have to include diapers.
I nervously sat on the couch, not paying attention to the show on the TV. I had set everything up, done what I had to, and all I had now was the wait. It was odd putting myself in a diaper, and I could tell that I’d done it wrong somehow, but it would suffice. It crinkled loudly with every movement, reminding me what I was headed into.
I stiffened when I heard the sound of Alex’s keys in the door, my nerves ricocheting in my stomach. I clenched my fists as I waited for him to enter the living room, as he would have to walk by to head to the bedroom where I assumed he would hide away for the night.
He appeared in my perhipheral vision so I turned to look at him full-on, a hopeful expression on my face as I waited to see his reaction. When Alex strode by, he barely spared me a glance and a greeting before looking away. I was shocked. He hadn’t even noticed the dreaded diaper!
He was almost to the bedroom door when I leaped to my feet furiously, completely ready to follow him and demand that he talk with me and stop all of this avoidance nonesense. At the loud crinkle of my diaper, though, Alex stopped abruptly. He cast a shocked look at me over his shoulder, his eyes widening as they took in my bare legs and the white material encasing my waist.
He seemed wary as he turned to face me completely, eying my diaper. I felt my face flush now that I had his full attention, and I quickly scrambled back onto the couch, bringing my feet up to obscure his view. “I-I want to do something tonight.” I stammered.
Alex nodded slowly, no doubt taken aback at how straight forward I was being. “Okay.” He watched me silently, not making the move to say anything more. I shifted uneasily, and my diaper crinkled in the quiet air around us. My face reddened further.
“S-So what do you want to do? A movie? Or board games? Or I could cook you something special for dinner.” I suggested.
“Will you be wearing that?” Alex asked carefully. I swallowed loudly and nodded, praying that we would stay at home tonight, per my plan. Alex seemed to relax at my response and he allowed his expression to turn thoughtful as he pondered what he wanted to do. “How about the zoo?” he offered casually.
I perked up, my carefully scheduled plan suddenly sounding less appealing. “The zoo?” I was unable to disguise the hope in my voice.
“Yeah, why not. We haven’t been there in a while.” I was positively beaming as I leaped to my feet and squealed. So maybe we could deviate from my plan a little. I’d just have to postpone the main event until we were safely home once more. No big deal. “But-” he said, halting my celebration. There was silence as he calculated the next words out of his mouth. “You have to wear one of your new plastic panties.” He was nervous as he said this, likely remembering my rejection the previous time.
But I was also remembering that moment, and remembering his reaction to my shut-down. I didn’t want him to become closed off to me again
I smiled broadly. “Deal.”
One hour later, and I was cheerfully on my way to the zoo, my skirt flapping in the breeze and giving Alex a wonderful view of my “I Love My Diapers” plastic panties. I was too excited to care.
“They have tigers here!” I whisper-screamed, yanking on his arm. He laughed and nodded, amused by my excitement. “Can we go see them?” I begged.
“We’ll see whatever you want.” Alex allowed himself to be dragged along by me as I raced through the zoo, determined to visit every enclosure. Pandas and lions and giraffes, zebras and monkeys and hippos. Everything was amazing, and I wasnt even bothered by the fact that I had a diaper on.
There did happen to be an elementary field trip that day, unfortunately, and as the children were passing by, one made a comment about what I had hidden beneath my skirt. “Hey, she’s wearing a diaper!” he announced to his friends after a straying eye discovered the fluffy garment peeking out below my skirt.
Immediately my face flushed and I clutched my skirt tighter to myself, hoping to conceal my secret. Where did this kid come from? And why did he have to be so loud? A teacher approached me quickly, an apologetic smile on her face. “I’m sorry ma’am, don’t mind them. Boys will be boys.” she chuckled, nudging the children and urging them to continue with the tour.
“Oh it’s fine.” I stuttered sheepishly, avoiding the incredulous look from the little boy.
“But Mrs. Jensen, it’s true! She’s got a diaper on!” he insisted. The teacher rolled her eyes and pressed a hand to his back to gently guide him onward.
“Likely story, Dan. Hurry up so we can see the chimpanzees.” she urged. At the promise of seeing the chimps, the children’s pace picked up considerably, and they very quickly turned a corner and diappeared from view. Alex was quietly chuckling beside me as they vanished, and I just glared at him.
“Alex, can I take it off, please?” I asked, embarrassed at being called out by the elementary school kid. And he had to be such a loudmouth about it, too! Luckily his teacher didnt take him seriously. It hadn’t exactly been part of the plan to leave the house diapered, but I couldn’t turn down Alex’s offer to see the zoo. I’d just have to execute the plan once we were back home.
Alex shook his head in response to my question, just as I knew he would. “A deal’s a deal; we can only see all the animals if you keep your diaper on.” I groaned, wishing I’d never agreed to those rules. “Besides, you tend to find yourself wet when you walk around in your regular undies.” he added with a cheeky grin. I sighed and rolled my eyes, but consented because it seemed we were finally falling back into our comfortable banter… and of course because I wanted to finish viewing the entire zoo. So we continued.
The heat of the setting sun encouraged us to stay hydrated, but I drank in moderation because I knew where it would all be headed by the end of the night. Alex was somewhat disappointed that I kept turning down his offers to fill me with liquids, but he didn’t press me about it.
We had finally wound ourselves through the park, and we were nearing the end. I was excited to be headed to the tiger’s enclosure, which was the next stop, and I prayed silently that no schoolchildren would be present. Luckily, when Alex and I arrived, there were none! A small spattering of other adults dotted the area, but I didn’t let their precense deter me from my joy. We spent a long time there, of which I mostly just hovered at the wall and watched them laze about–they didn’t do a lot. Yet I was fascinated. We must’ve been there a while, because eventually Alex nudged me and begged us to move on.
“We’ve been here for hours! All the tigers have been doing is sleeping or walking in circles.” he groaned.
“They’re so cute, though,” I piped up defensively.
“But we’ve been here for ages. Why don’t we stop by the monkeys, then finish off with the hippos before heading home?” he suggested. I reluctantly glanced at the overgrown cats once more since it was rare that I visited. But we certainly had been here for a long while and Alex was being so pleasant to me today.
“Oh, alright.” I agreed sulkily. I allowed him to take my hand and lead me away. I took one last mournful look at the tigers before tromping off, silently promising myself that I’d come back again soon. As we walked to the next enclosure, confusion decended upon me when the familiar sensation of a wet diaper became apparant to me. My face paled as I strolled along, unable to deny the warm garment that was nestled between my thighs. What the heck?!
I used my other hand to quickly probe myself, only assuring myself what I’d already realized–I was wet. I nibbled my lip nervously, glancing at Alex to see if he had noticed. He seemed preoccupied with the monkeys, watching them interact with the people. He hadn’t seen me check my own diaper.
It was only slightly wet, and I decided that I must’ve been too excited by the tigers, so I had leaked a little into my diapers because I wasn’t paying close enough attention. “Hey, are you alright?” Alex asked, spotting the upset look on my face.
“What? Yeah, I’m fine,” I stammered quickly. This uncharacteristically nervous response gave Alex pause, and he began scrutinizing the guilty look on my face.
“I know that look. What did you do?” Alex asked, narrowing his eyes. I quickly looked away, avoiding his probing stare. He couldn’t find out! That would be so embarassing!
“N-Nothing. But I’m actually ready to go home, like, right now. Can we go?” I asked politely, hoping he wouldn’t be too suspicious. Alex paused once more for a long while as he studied me, before slowly nodding.
He continued to steal curious glances at me as we walked to the exit. I tried to stop from looking upset or guilty in case he caught on, so I kept a forced smile on my face, trooping along as quickly as I could. A plan was already forming in my head of how to escape detection until we arrived home.
When we were only one more turn away from the exit, Alex spotted a little shop filled with toys and trinkets. “You’ve been so well behaved this trip; would you like a toy?” he asked, stopping abruptly.
I reflexively shook my head no, even as I was lustfully eying the cute stuffed animals. I tried to reason with myself, knowing I had a large collection of stuffed animals at home already. I didn’t need any more… Oh but some were so cute! Alex chuckled when he noticed my reluctance to pass by the shop. He knew that I definitely wanted to stop, even though I said that I didn’t.
“It’ll take only a few moments. Let’s take a peek inside.” he urged. Unable to say no again, I happily agreed and followed him. As we wandered in, we were bombarded with adorable toys and souveniers. My gaze was quickly drawn to a small selection of tiger stuffies, and I couldn’t help but grin as I bounded over, swishing my skirt a little too high and giving Alex another clear view of his new plastic panties.
“I want the tiger.” I stated decisively. Then I blushed, hating how childish I sounded. “I mean… I think the tiger is… cute.” I mumbled sheepishly. Alex grinned rolled his eyes playfully.
“Of course you do. Couldn’t you choose something else? Like maybe a monkey?” Alex gestured to the monkeys that were designed to hang from your neck and wrap around your waist.
I glowered at the indicated monkey, eying it critically. “I don’t want a dumb monkey. I want the tiger.” I petulantly replied. Alex frowned at my tone of voice, but didn’t comment on it as he plucked up a tiger stuffie and headed to pay for it. It was in the midst of my elation that I realized I was peeing a little bit once more into my diaper. My excitement plummeted as I reflexively pressed a hand to my crotch to stem the flow. My diaper was warm again, a testament of the new puddle I’d added just now.
I squirmed uncomfortably, worried now about this problem that was slowly growing. I hadn’t planned for this. This wasn’t supposed to happen, not here, not now. Alex came back with the newly bought tiger and I plastered a fake smile on my face once more, accepting the animal while my mind was still elsewhere. I was so busy with my thoughts that I hadn’t realized that we had exited the shop and then stopped walking. It was only Alex’s heavy sigh that alerted me to the fact that we were stationary. I glanced up, still forcing a smile across my face.
Alex wasn’t fooled for a second. “What’s wrong now?” he demanded. “You wanted the tiger, didn’t you?”
I dropped the fake smile and nodded defensively, squeezing my stuffie in a death-grip at the prospect of it being taken away. “Yes.”
“Then why are you upset again?” Alex asked, exasperated. I guiltily looked away, a lie quickly forming in my head.
“I, uh, was just upset because the elephant looked cute too.” I mumbled, the lie spilling out easily. Alex sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he glanced back into the store.
“I’ll buy you the elephant too, if you’ll stop moping.” he offered softly. This time I smiled for real, appreciating his sincerity in trying to keep me happy. It seemed things were finally back to normal! No, better than normal. Here he was, doing everything he could to keep my happy. Things couldn’t be better. Maybe I didn’t actually need my dumb plan?
However, Alex’s face soon morphed into one of anger as he turned back to meet my eye. “They don’t have any elephant stuffed animals, missy.” he informed me, accusation ringing in his voice.
My eyes widened and I turned frantically to the store only to find he was correct. There were no elephants… Crap crap crap crap. “I meant th-the monkey.” I blurted, spouting off the first animal to come to mind. I winced the second the words were out of my mouth. Alex was really upset now.
“Darling, are you lying to me?” he asked lowly, towering over me. I took a few steps back.
“No.” I squeaked out.
“I ought to take you over my knee and spank you right here if you are,” he threatened, stepping forward again.
Fear alighted in me for real at the realization that, if he did that, he’d likely discover my little accident. “No!” I begged, scrambling backward. I uncontrollably let a spurt of piss into my diapers, and I gasped before automatically reaching down to press my hand to my crotch, helping to stop the flow. When I fully comprehended what I’d just done, I flung my hand away as though burned. I guiltily glanced at Alex, who finally understood what was transpiring beneath his nose.
“Baby, is your diaper dry?” he asked. I blushed, nodding my head, and avoided his knowing eyes. “So if I checked you right now it would be dry?” he continued, stepping closer.
“Y-Yes.” I lied frantically, backing up. He took another step, and I found I was backed against a little fence. “Stop it.” I pleaded, holding my skirt down tightly. “W-We need to get home, remember?”
“We’ll go home once I check your diaper.” he replied, his final step strategically blocking any escape. “I’m going to ask you once more. Are. You. Dry?” I bit my lip and didn’t respond. Alex sighed and reached under my skirt to slip his finger into the crotch of my diaper.
I covered my face with my hands wishing I’d never decided to go through with this dumb plan. I certainly hadn’t expected it to go this way. Finding his finger wet, Alex pulled away and gave me an incredulous look.
“I… I didn’t mean to.” I blurted.
“You lied to me. I think someone needs a spanking.”
My cheeks heated up at the prospect of being spanked out here in public. “But it’s not my fault!” I huffed, upset.
“Not your fault you lied? Or not your fault that you had a little accident?”
I blushed. “Not my fault that I… um, had an accident.” I mumbled.
Alex raised an eyebrow. “How so?” I bit my lip, debating whether or not I should tell him my plan. After a few beats of silence, Alex shook his head. “Fine. I’ll just have to pull you over my knee right here and-” I cut him off quickly.
“Fine! I just… well, I felt like you were angry at me that day when I didn’t want to try on the plastic panties, and then you avoided me the whole week. Then we kept getting calls from this girl and you started texting her a lot, so I… I was worried that you might…” I trailed off, embarrassed to be admitting this to him. I didn’t want to be spanked, though, so I hurried on. “Well I worried that you were going to leave me. So I thought I would try to fix things between us. I wanted to spend a night at home together, maybe watch a movie. I planned to wet my diaper at some point during the night, but I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to actually go when I wanted to. So I took some diuretic pills, assuming they’d help me wet myself easier when the time came. But I guess it had more of an effect than I thought. When we were at the tigers, I was kind of excited and distracted and I suddenly realized that I had been slowly peeing in my diaper.”
“This happened all the way back at the tigers?” Alex repeated, surprised, cutting me off for the first time during my story.
“No!..Well, yes… I mean, well when we left the tigers I realized I had leaked a little.” I admitted.
“Oh! And that’s why you were acting so suspicious and said that you wanted to go home.” he said, finally putting the pieces together.
“It was only a little!” I defended, not wanting to sound like I had flooded my diapers. “But then… Well I got excited again when you bought me the tiger stuffie…” I murmured, embarrassed at how childish I sounded. “And I had a little leak there, too, when we bought it. And… And so I was upset that I’d had another little accident, but I didn’t want you to find out, so when you asked why I looked upset I lied to you.” I whispered. “And then you threatened to spank me, and I got scared and had another accident.” I was finally finished with my story, and I felt a little better.
I glanced at Alex, wondering how he’d take this. “So you thought I was going to leave you?” I nodded solemnly. “So you made a plan in which you would end up wetting yourself?” I felt my cheeks warming as I nodded again. “But you were worried you wouldn’t be able to go when you wanted to, so you took some diuretic pills? And then when you got too distracted, you wet yourself. Multiple times.” I blushed and glared at him.
“They were little trickles!” I defended. Alex smirked.
“I’m flattered, truly, that you went so far to put this plan together. But, really? You thought I might leave you?” Alex looked hurt.
“This girl kept calling the house! And you were texting her constantly, and… well you avoided me all week.” I continued quietly. “I thought maybe you didn’t want to be with me anymore.”
“What girl?” Alex asked. “Michelle?” he guessed, before I could respond. I nodded. “I’m working with her on this big project. That why I haven’t been home. I’ve had to go into the office and work with her on it this entire week.” he explained. “And she only phoned the house for a few days, then I told her to knock it off and text me instead.”
“I… I just thought… well, you avoided me all week.” I stated. “How was I supposed to know about this Michelle girl or your project? You didn’t talk to me at all.” I huffed. “Sometimes you spent the whole night in the bath, or you left to go to the club or something. You avoided me the entire week! What was I supposed to think?”
Alex ran a hand through his hair, his cheeks tinting a light pink color. “I was embarrassed, okay? And I worried that you might think I’m a freak after I pushed all of this baby stuff on you. I just… thought I ought to give you space since you obviously weren’t into this stuff.” As he said that, he darted a quick glance at my skirt, thoughts racing to the wet diaper I was currently hiding.
“You’re right; I’m not into that stuff.” I agreed, shifting around sheepishly.
“And yet here you are in a used diaper…” Alex chuckled lowly. He slid his arms around my waist as he pushed me up against the fence, sliding his hands under my skirt to fondle my diaper. I blushed, and struggled to find a dignified response, but failed to do so. “It seems you’re not as opposed to it as you claim. Maybe you even like this, hm?” he teased, pressing the warm material into my nether regions.
“N-No.” I denied, stuttering.
“I didn’t even have to persuade you! You diapered yourself right up!” Alex gave me a proud smile. I glared at him indignantly. “Speaking of which…” He suddenly lifted my skirt completely, exposing my diaper and plastic panties.
I squealed and struggled to cover myself up again, but only once he’d inspected my diaper did he allow my skirt to come back down. “You need more practice on doing up a diaper. The tapes aren’t done right. I’ll rediaper you correctly when we get home.” I opened my mouth to protest, but he was already trundling on. “Perhaps we could take a parenting class so you can learn how to put on a diaper correctly. In fact, you could be the baby that we demonstrate on!” he added, grinning wolfishly.
“Hey now wait a minute!” I snapped, face red at the prospect of that. “I refuse to go to some stupid parenting class!” I hissed.
Alex was still smiling humorously as he shrugged. “I guess we’ll find some substitute for that, then. But we really should be on our way home. We don’t want you having any more accidents, right?”
“I won’t have more accidents! I’m not a baby!” I yelled. “It’s just those stupid diuretic pills, that’s all.” I grumbled.
“Sure, sure. Whatever you say.” Alex responded in a condescending tone as he took my hand and began walking. I scowled, but didn’t protest any further. “So if you were already planning on wetting yourself, why were you so opposed to it when it actually happened?” Alex asked thoughtfully.
I blushed. “Because it was an accident; it’s worse when it’s accidental.” I grumbled.
“So? You still went. Why was it so bad?”
“It wasn’t part of the plan,” I repeated, growing increasingly annoyed. He just didn’t get it. I had wet myself at the wrong time!
“What, were you planning on secuding me as you wet your diaper, or something?” he snickered incredulously. My face reddened further and I struggled to respond. “No way… you were actually planning on doing that?” he gasped, taking in my expression.
“N-no.” I stammered. God, it sounded so pathetic when he said it out loud.
“Exactly what were you planning?” he asked, apalled. I squirmed uncomfortably. I wasn’t about to discuss my seduction plans with him, was I? No, I couldn’t. I’d be mortified. He grinned at my refusal. “Were you planning on climbing into my lap and just letting go, pretending like it was an accident? Or would you have totally owned up to it and blatantly sat on my face as you wet your diaper?” Both of those ideas were on the table actually, I just hasn’t decided on which one yet. I had planned to do whichever I felt more comfortable with when the time came. He knew me so well. At my sheepish expression, Alex snickered. “You are so predictable.”
He gave me a quick kiss, wiping away all my embarassment with his tender affection.
All in all, I was in a fantastic mood. Things were turning out for the better with our relationship. And though I went home that day with a wet diaper, I also left with a boy whom I knew still loved me. And that was enough for me.