Because You Asked for It - Chapter 21 (Patreon)

Chapter 21. Kate

“In here,” I called out to Kiley when I heard the door open. She doesn’t knock and doesn’t need to. She’s that close to us. Well, more to me than to Jordy. They’re friends, but I’ve always gotten the sense that Jordy finds her intimidating. Kiley knew that, and she did her best to leaven her presence, but she is, by nature, a pint-sized titan. Jordy had never saw it, but I’ve seen all 100 pounds of her reduce a submissive to tears just with words. Jordy is a gentle giant compared to her.

“Hey,” Kiley said as she came into our living room and sat down on the sofa next to me.

“Hi,” Jordy said from the chair. Kiley coming over isn’t an event. Jordy kept watching TV while the two of us quietly chatted about this and that. Kiley’s dating life is always a favorite subject.

“Fetlife is becoming unusable,” Kiley told me. She uses it more than me; I hardly even check it anymore except to keep track of events. “It’s a dumpster fire of freaks messaging me and a bunch of forum police who get mad when you don’t read the nine page of rules before posting on their group page.”

“How about the vanilla dating sites?”

“I had no idea fishing is so popular. Or that men think a picture of them holding a fish is attractive. It just makes me sad for the fish.”

“Have you met anybody lately?”

“I went on a date on Tuesday. He said no when I said let’s split the bill. I mean, if he had offered before I said it, fine, but it was like he was against the idea of splitting the bill.”

“How was the rest of the date?”

“Same as they always are. Everybody loves tacos, travelling, and talking about how much they hate the gym. I should’ve gotten married a decade ago. It only gets harder the longer you wait.”

“At least you have your playmates.” Kiley has a couple of submissives she sees regularly. Nothing like the intimacy of a marriage, but an outlet for some emotional support as well as the other things. 

We turned to watch the TV for a minute. Kiley reached behind her and started struggling with something. “What am I sitting on,” she said as she pulled something free.

Jordy blushed and seemed to shrink in his chair as Kiley held up a bed pad. I was quite serious about him using them on the sofa, and he was lucky I didn’t insist he sit on one with Kiley over. It was his own fault for forgetting it was there. I’d told him she was coming over. Kiley’s eyes darted from the pad to Jordy to me. Of course, there are a lot of reasons why a kinky couple would have one of those. Chux are a fairly common item at play parties.

“What have you guys been up to,” Kiley asked. She said it plural, but really the question was for me. We hadn’t discussed what exactly we’d tell Kiley.

“Jordy,” I asked. “Should we tell her?”

“I’d rather not,” he said. He said it politely, which was smart of him, and calmly.

“Okay,” Kiley said. “None of my business.” 

“Here,” he said as he got up and took the pad, heading toward our room. “I’ll put this away.”

Kiley got up and went to our kitchen to get a drink. Jordy beat her back to the living room. She walked back into the room looking downward trying, and not succeeding, to hide a smile. Jordan noticed and turned red again. Kiley leaned over and whispered something to me. Jordan stood up and started back toward the bedroom.

“No! Wait,” Kiley said as she reached out and caught his hand as he went by. “It’s okay. Please, sit?”

“You forgot to empty the trash, too,” I said to Jordy.

“I wasn’t snooping,” Kiley said, “I was just throwing away a bottle. Please, Jordy, just sit. I’m happy for you.”

Jordy saw an opening to go on offense and jumped for it. “You’re happy I have a bladder problem?” Offense is more comfortable than defense, so I understood where Jordy was coming from. However, while I was fine telling that lie, I wasn’t about to let Jordy get all self-righteous about it with my best friend. Plus, my god, he is a bad liar; I mean, really: lamest attempt to deflect ever. But Kiley wasn’t fooled for even a second.

“Oh, come on,” she said as she yanked him back toward the couch. He fell heavily onto his butt next to her. “Would I be smiling if I thought you had an actual problem?” Well, with the cat out of the bag …

“And didn’t we just have a long conversation about fibbing on Sunday,” I said with a twinkle in my eye. Jordy looked over Kiley at me and then back down at her as she ignored my remark. Drat.

“So,” she asked, “what’s the deal? Adult baby, diaper lover, or is it just a dominance thing?”

“Does it …” It doesn’t always occur to Jordy that he can just not answer a question he doesn’t want to answer, particularly with some of the women in his life. “DL,” he said quietly.

“For how long?” Now that was an interesting question. Even I didn’t know the origins of Jordy’s fetish.

“For-forever.” He stuttered. “Si-since I was t-two.”

“Wow. You come by it honestly then.”

“Two,” I asked. “How did you know at two?” I didn’t even think that was possible.

“I just … I just did. It’s my first memory,” Jordy said.

“Will you share it,” I asked. Jordy looked apprehensive. I saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.

“It was … I g-guess I was in the middle of being p-potty trained. So I think was two, somewhere between two and three.” Jordy’s eyes seemed to lose focus, like he was picturing it. “I must’ve been close to being completely trained in the day time. I think it was a Saturday or Sunday, because my mom wasn’t there. It was my dad. We were in my room. He got me out of bed, and carried me to the changing table. Then he asked me if I wanted to wear underwear or a diaper for the day. I, well, guess it’s obvious what I chose.”

“Do you remember why?”

“No. It’s just what I wanted.”

“Then what happened?”

“We went to the grocery store. I don’t remember anything until we were checking out. Me, my dad, and my sister and brother. The checker was just about done scanning everything when Dad asked if any of us needed to use the bathroom before we drove home, and I said I did. I guess I’d been holding it. And Dad said, ‘Honey, you’re wearing a diaper.’ I got embarrassed because the checker thought that was funny. I don’t remember going, but I guess I stopped holding it, because I, um, remember having a loaded diaper by the time we got to the car. That’s it. That’s all I remember.” Jordy seemed to come back to the present. “What,” he said when he caught me day dreaming. 

“Nothing,” I said, shaking my head.

“Nuh uh,” Kiley said, “No fair. Jordy shared, so what were you thinking?”

My turn to blush. “I was just thinking, heh, how cute you must’ve looked turning all red and pooping your diaper.” And now Jordan was blushing again, too. I’ve seen his baby pictures. He had the most darling curls at that age.

“Any other memories,” Kiley asked.

“Lots,” Jordan replied. “A bunch of my early memories are related to that. I, well I don’t know if this would be considered a lot of accidents, but I had more than a few until I was about kindergarten age. This one time ….”

“C’mon,” I urged him. I wanted to understand this part of him better. I mean, he’s had this fetish since he was two years old? Or I guess not a fetish back then, but an interest that became a fetish. Guess that doesn’t have a word. Fixation?

“I was five or six. Old enough to walk through the neighborhood on my own. I guess people don’t let kids do that anymore … anyway, I had this friend who lived way up the street. He was actually kind of a little shit, but at that point we still played together. My mom called me into her bedroom one day and told me she found my wet underwear in the laundry and asked me what happened. I didn’t know. I legit did not remember doing that, but I obviously didn’t want to tell her that. I don’t even think it occurred to me to tell Mom that. I mean, maybe I had the accident and forgot about it or had it and and hid my underwear and forgot about i., I don’t know, maybe it was so small I actually didn’t notice. But at that moment, I didn’t remember wetting my pants at all.  I blamed my friend.”

“For peeing in your underwear?”

“Of course not. I told her I didn’t make it to the bathroom because he was talking and I couldn’t leave. Ya know, like it would’ve been rude.”

“Ha,” Kiley laughed.

“What did your mom say?”

“She said from then on to say ‘excuse me’ when I needed to go and to not wait.” Jordy took a deep breath. “I guess I had been having lots of accidents that summer, because then she said if I did it once more she was going to put me back in diapers. And then she asked me if that’s what I wanted. You know, trying to embarrass me I guess, like asking if you want a spanking. She asked asked me if I wanted her to put me back in diapers.”

“And what did you say?”

“I don’t know if I hesitated or not, but I knew enough to say no. I mean, I don’t know if I would’ve gotten in trouble for saying yes or not, but I knew kids my age didn’t wear diapers. But, um, I wished right away I had said yes. As soon as I said no, I wished I had said yes. I kinda felt like I chickened out. I wish I had said yes.”

“You ‘wished’ or you ‘wish,’” I asked him.

Jordan thought about it and seemed to shrug his shoulders. “I wish.”

“Even though you’d have maybe gotten in trouble and been teased for it?”

“I don’t know. It’s all so long ago now, maybe it would just be one more childhood trauma but … I don’t know if she even meant it or would’ve followed through on it, but … yeah, I wish I had said yes.”

My understanding of Jordy and his fetish changed that day. I guess I always thought of his fetish as being like mine, something primarily sexual that I was interested in from a young age but that really didn’t take off until after puberty. But Jordy had wanted this since he was two years old? He’d been regretting not saying yes since he was six? Jordy is my husband. My grown, adult, strong, handsome, smart, funny, sweet, husband and love of my life. And somewhere inside him, there’s still that six-year-old little boy that wanted his diapers back very badly and didn’t get them because he was afraid of what others would think. Well, I resolved to do what I could to make up for it.