The Videos - Chapter 1 (Patreon)

The first part of a short story commission from an anonymous Patron.

"Sorry," Alex shrugged apologetically. "I just need to take care of a few things first."

"Okay," his fiance, Maya nodded. "That's fine! Do you need any... help?"

Alex paused, fighting not to blush as he looked down at her, her tone almost making him wonder if she knew the truth, or at least suspected it... But the basics weren't really that bad, he didn't think, and there was no way she could know the full truth. THAT would be mortifying... And, at the same time, kind of hot. "Do you know a lot about web design?" he teased. "I'd be happy to have you lend a hand if you do..."

"You know I don't!" she giggled, giving him a playful shove, her tiny frame not even strong enough to make him move in the slightest. "But I could be... I don't know, moral support or something!"

"And you'd be great at it," he kissed her on the forehead. "I'm afraid you'd be too good, and I'd get distracted, and not do anything, and then it would take even longer to finish... It's just better if I'm alone, okay?"

"All right," she sighed, pouting. "If you say so...."

"I do," he confirmed, turning away, then smirking as he looked back. "Do you need any help? You're not going to have to reach any high shelves while I'm working?"

She glared at him, stuck out her tongue. "Go work, I'm done with you now."

"Are you sure?" he asked, eagerly jumping on the situation. "If I were to take this..." he reached past her, grabbing the keyring from her open purse sitting on the counter behind her, "and put it up here..."

"Alex, stooop!" she whined, stomping her foot, looking so much like an upset little girl he couldn't help himself. It was very little trouble for him to put the keys up on the top shelf of the cabinets; for her, they might as well have been on Mount Everest. She could get to them, but she'd have to climb up onto the counter, which, itself, would require her climbing onto a chair first, and if she was doing it all while struggling to contain her bladder, or even her bowels... Well, there was a lot that could go wrong for her.

As much as he would have loved to leave her like that, to have that in his mind as he went off to his office, he knew he couldn't. He was probably already pushing it too far... If he made 'jokes' like this too often, she was going to suspect something was up, and then she might figure out his secret.

He probably should tell her - hell, he probably should have done it a while ago, before he proposed to her, or at least before they moved in together - however, it didn't feel like the right time. It never did. There was a part of him that hoped she'd pick up on his hints, and not only wouldn't mind, but would be willing to play along. If she didn't, though... He didn't want to risk losing her.

So, he kept it a secret, finding plenty of excuses to sneak off on his own without telling her what he was really up to. Lots of guys did it, he was certain, even if most of them might not do it to this particular thing. 

"Okay, okay," he smiled, fetching the keys back down off the shelf. "I wouldn't want you to wet your little panties."

"I'm not gonna wet myself!" she protested, stomping again, folding her arms over her chest. "I'm not a baby, I'm a fully grown adult!"

He froze for a second, heart starting to pound. He'd heard those words many, many times before... But never from her, never exactly like that. It was one of his favorite videos, one that featured a petite girl like Maya, one who, of course, wound up proving those words wrong, getting spanked, then ending up back in diapers. Was it just a coincidence that Maya had just parroted those phrases back to him?

It had to be... It wasn't like they were that unusual, in this situation... Were they? His perception of what was, or was not, normal when it came to this was likely a bit warped by now, after being into this for so long. He probably shouldn't assume too much, or, spend too much time imagining her having an accident, taking her over his knee, taping her into a big, thirsty diaper... Not until he got to his office, anyway.

But he couldn't help himself. "You are?" he mocked. "I bet a fully grown adult could reach these keys." He dangled them from his finger, over her head. Pouting, she reached up for them, only for him to yank them away at the last moment, raising them just a little too high, forcing her to jump for them, her hands almost, not quite, brushing against them.

"This isn't fair!" she grumbled. "You were supposed to fix that door ages ago! I wouldn't need the key if you'd have done that!"

It was true; he'd told her she was going to do it as soon as they'd moved in. Of course, he hadn't 'gotten around' to it yet, partially because he was the one who had put the lock on the bathroom in the first place. It was a pain, having to get out a key every time he wanted to go into the bathroom for any reason, but it was worth it, knowing it was all the harder for Maya, who, partially as a result of how much tinier she was than him, also had a much smaller bladder.

He'd had the idea when they were touring the house, and he noticed the bathroom door was propped open, that neither Maya, nor the realtor, had bothered to close it. As soon as he knew they were going to get the house, he'd gone in before Maya, switched out the doorknob with one that would lock automatically when the door was closed, then gave her one of the keys, pretending he'd gotten them from the realtor who had almost forgotten about them, and that was why she'd never mentioned them when Maya was there.

"That would have been bad, huh?" he'd teased at the moment, half hoping she'd make some joke about how she'd figure something else out, or how she'd be fine without the bathroom.

One day, he'd have to give in and switch back to the normal doorknob; for now, he could have his fun with her. "Why do I have to do it?" he asked. "Because I'm the big, strong man? Don't you know how to use tools?"

"No, you have to do it because I asked you," she countered.

"You're right," he caved in, deciding he'd seen enough of her hopping around futilely, lowering his hand and letting her snatch the keys away. "I'll get to it, I promise." He kissed her again, on the lips this time. "I need to get this work done first, though." And then he'd 'forget' about it, or find something else to do... But he was feeling more desperate than ever to get to his office, by himself.

"Go, then," she waved him away, stuffing her keys back into her purse. "I don't need you here anymore."

He obediently scurried off, fighting not to move too quickly, to seem too eager. The lock on the bathroom door was even more strange, since it was the only one in the house, other than on the outside doors, of course. It was times like this that he wished he'd had the forethought to put a lock on his office door, too, but doing it now would raise suspicions. He'd considered switching knobs between the two rooms, and perhaps, when the time came, he would, although he hadn't yet figured out how to get the key back from Maya without her wondering why he needed so much privacy. Even if she kept it, though, he'd get a little warning that she was approaching if he heard her unlocking the door, so maybe that would be enough.

For now, he was just going to have to be careful, try not to get too engrossed, to keep an ear out for footsteps in the hall outside. He'd told her he would be busy, and she usually respected that, but it was better to be safe than sorry. He opened up his laptop, turning on his Bluetooth mouse, and clicked through his rat's nest of hidden folders until he got to the right one.

There were hundreds of videos, gathered over years and years of searching and downloading, but, especially lately, he'd found himself going back especially to his favorites, a subfolder with only a handful, the ones that pressed his buttons the hardest. He opened it up now, hurriedly opening up the one he'd been thinking of in the kitchen.

The girl in it even looked a little like Maya, which made him feel a bit less guilty as he started to unbutton his pants. Of course, the antagonist was another woman, and a rather buxom one at that, who looked nothing like Alex, but the size difference was close, at least. That probably meant she was even smaller than Maya, really... Alex wasn't a giant, however he'd only met a few women in his adult life that were taller than him, so the other one in the video likely wasn't, either. He could practically recite the video from memory, yet he never tired of seeing the smaller girl struggling, and failing, to prove she was an adult, and getting spanked and put into diapers for her efforts.

She was definitely his favorite model, and most of the videos in this folder were of her getting humiliated and losing all her adult privileges, toddling around in big, bulky diapers that were sometimes so thick she had to crawl, lisping, helplessly piddling her pampers... One day, Alex told himself, he was going to get up the courage to tell Maya, and then, hopefully, if she wasn't completely disgusted, he was going to recreate so many of these scenarios with her...

As had been happening more and more lately, he couldn't stop at one video, his mind almost seeming to drift away as he stared at them, imagining them coming true, eyes starting to glaze over as he stared, completely engrossed...

Just like he'd wanted to avoid. He didn't hear her approaching, didn't even hear the door open over the sound of flesh on flesh ringing quietly from his speakers, as he watched the girl getting spanked, squirming over another woman's lap, struggling to get away, to escape the folded-up diaper sitting beside her that she kept glancing over at anxiously, knowing she would be getting taped into it as soon as this was over.

"Alex!" Maya gasped. "What are you doing?!"

Alex jumped, quickly slamming his laptop shut, fumbling with his pants, trying to get them fastened back up before Maya could cross the room. She was wearing her apron now, a large wooden spoon in her hands, looking almost intimidating as she stormed towards him, her fingers feel more clumsy the closer she got. "I was just going to tell you I was getting ready to start supper, and see what you wanted, but..." She glanced down at him, and his failed attempt to get everything buttoned and zipped up in time. Before he could stop her, she reached over, opened his laptop back up, the video resuming automatically.

"I-It's not what it..." he tried to tell her lamely.

"Oh, I think it is," she huffed, reaching up and grabbing him by the ear like a naughty child. It wasn't a big deal; she was too little to actually do anything more.

Except... "Ouch!" he yelped, shocked at how strong she felt as she gave him a tug, pulling him to his feet, pants pooling around his ankles. "H-Hey!"

"This is your important 'work'?!" she fumed, dragging him around to the other side of his desk, as he helplessly followed along, trying to break free, to stop her, and finding himself, somehow, totally unable to. "I should have known better..." She pushed him over the desk, tears springing into his eyes as she pinned him there, one hand enough to trap him in place, no matter how impossible that should have been.

"I-I'm sorry!" he whimpered.

"Not yet, you aren't," she told him. "But you will be."

With a loud smack, she brought the spoon down on his backside, far harder than he would have imagined she was capable of, as he was unable to escape. "N-No!" he sniffed, stomach churning as he realized he was now the one about to get a spanking... And, like the girl in the videos, he was helpless to stop it. In fact, he felt a lot like her now, so tiny and weak, even more than his petite girlfriend... 

"Here," Maya smirked, turning his laptop around so they could both see it, the disconcerting effect only amplifying now that he could see there there, struggling just like him. "Let me make sure I'm doing this right..." 

"Ow!" he wailed as she brought the spoon down again... But all he could see was that diaper on the screen, sitting next to the girl, waiting for the spanking to be over...