Secrets - Part 3 (Patreon)

Even though Brian had, of course, seen the diapers many more times than Sheila, it still took a few seconds before he realized what was in the basket the woman was holding - perhaps because he didn't want to believe it. Could it really be happening again?! So soon?! 

"I-I can explain," he stammered, quickly trying to figure out how to do just that. 

"Shh," she shook her head. "I know, sweetie... I saw, you had a little accident, didn't you? That's okay... Mommy doesn't mind... But you know what that means, don't you?"

He frowned, taken by surprise at this reaction. This was definitely not what he'd expected to hear... "Uh..."

"Well, if you can't hold your pee-pees, then I have to put you back in your diapies, don't I?" she smiled. "We wouldn't want you getting your undies all wet, would we?"

He winced; this was, to some degree, what he'd wanted, a fantasy he'd never fully allowed himself to imagine... Yet, it was still miles away from what he really would have preferred. Having her be okay with him wearing diapers was one thing, and even putting him into them was fine... All this silly baby-talk nonsense, however, was something else entirely.

"No, you don't understand," he told her.

"Yes, I do," she countered. "You need a Mommy to look after you, don't you?"

He blushed. "No! L-Look, I didn't mean for you to find those... But you have the wrong idea. This is just a fetish, that's all... I don't actually want to be a..."

"Oh, sweetie," she chuckled. "You should see your face... It's so precious! You don't have to be shy with me; I get it!"

He could feel his face growing warmer despite himself. "Th-That's not..." he protested.

"Okay, okay, you don't have to admit it," she winked. "But we both know the truth, don't we? Now, come on, stop yapping... We'd better get you into a diaper before you wet yourself. Or do you have something you need to tell me?" He shook his head, and, before he could say anything more, she set the basket down and grabbed his pants, starting to unbutton them before he could react any further.

His underwear were damp by the time she had exposed them, although that had more to do with this woman, who he had a crush on, undressing him, and being willing to put him in diapers, than any actual accident. "I thought so," she shook her head. "Maybe I should make you wear your diapers to school, too... Wouldn't it be embarrassing for everyone to see you pee-pee all over yourself?"

"No!" he whimpered, shaking his head. "Sheila, please..." He knew she was just playing, replacing work with school in her little narrative, but there was no way he could go into the office with a diaper under his clothes...

"Who?" she asked. "That's not what you call me, is it?"

It took a moment or two to realize what she wanted him to say, for him to convince himself to say it. This wasn't really how he wanted to see her - just a roommate was fine or, if anything else, a lover - but he could tell it was what she wanted, so, finally, he caved in. "Mommy, please," he bit back a sigh of resignation, "Don't make me wear my diapers to school..."

"We'll see," she smiled.

She didn't, although, as the days went on, she started buying more things for him at home... She started with a changing pad, one that he had to sit on as soon as he got home every day, listening to it crinkle beneath him as he waited for her to diaper him like the baby she wanted him to be. Then came a pacifier, to quiet his complaining down, since, of course, Mommy knew best. She bought a diaper bag to keep everything in, and, while she hadn't yet taken it anywhere, the possibility of that happening kept Brian constantly on his toes.

Then, one day, instead of his normal, white diapers, she produced something else. "Aren't these precious?" she asked, showing them off. "I found them online and I just couldn't resist... Your other diapers are so boring, I thought you could use something a little more fun..."

Thankfully, she'd already pushed the pacifier into his mouth, so he didn't have to answer. Any diaper was inherently babyish, but this one was something else entirely, even worse than those disposables he'd decided not to get because they were too immature. Sure, if anyone were to see him and Sheila in the evenings, they'd think he was just her baby... This took it to a whole other level, though. If anyone else were to see this diaper, it would be a lot harder to explain it away, to claim he didn't actually want to be treated like a baby...

But Mommy was already powdering him up, getting ready to put it on him, and she looked so happy.... And, as he was reminded every time he sucked on his paci, Mommy did know best.