QH Archive: The Closet Secret (Patreon)

"So, can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” she said with a polite smile, “ask me anything.”

“You’re going to hate me, but...I went into your closet the other day.”

“Oh.”  She slowly put down her glass of wine and her smile was replaced by a look of worry.  “Why would you do that?”

“I...I was looking for my shoes.  I couldn’t find them, and I thought they might be in your closet.”  It was a lie.  I knew it.  She knew it.

“Did you find them?”

“No.”

“So what did you find?”

“Well...diapers? Like...adult-sized diapers.  And baby powder.  And baby bottles.” It started to sound more like a shopping list for a toddler at that point:  “Pacifiers.  Baby food.  Baby oil.  Baby shampoo.  Wet wipes.”

“You found all that?” she asked, feigning knowledge of the truth.

“I did.  And I was confused.  So I thought I’d take a look at your computer.”

“Oh,” she said again, with the same worried tone.

“Do you know what I found?”  I knew that she knew.

“I don’t,” she lied.

“Photos of adults wearing diapers.  Videos of adults crawling around in diapers, acting like toddlers.”

“I can’t believe you found all that,” she said, her cheeks blushing crimson.  She ran her hand through her hair nervously.  “I was going to tell you about it eventually.”

“I guess my question is...Is this what you want?  Do you want to be a little toddler?  A baby?  Do you want me to put you in diapers and make you crawl around for me?”

“No,” she said.

“No?  What do you mean?  I saw all those things and...”

“I mean, I like all those things.  But I don’t want them for myself.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“They’re for you.  I want you to wear them.”