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“I want to ask you a question,” Paige said, “but if I ask it, I want you to promise me that you won’t get mad. Okay?”

“Maybe I’d rather you didn’t ask the question then,” Anabel replied with a wry smirk.

“I mean, that’s fair.”

“Ask,” Anabel said. “Please.”

“Okay, look, I was just wondering… Look, I’m just going to be blunt: Do you ever get fucked anymore?”

Anabel’s eyes widened and she lowered the glass of pinot grigio back to the coffee table. She didn’t necessarily look angry, but it was possible that a nerve had been struck. She opened her mouth to say something, but closed it again without a word.

“Like I said, I wasn’t trying to be rude or anything I just…”

“It’s okay,” Anabel said. “Honestly. It’s a fair question. If I look even mildly perturbed, it’s most assuredly not your fault.”

“Oh,” Paige said, sitting up slightly as she caught a whiff of delicious drama.

“Patrick is a giant baby, as it turns out. So no. No, I’m not getting fucked right now.”

Paige swirled the remnants of her own wine around absentmindedly as she debated whether or not should she pry further. She wanted to - and she knew that Anabel was probably expecting her too.

Finally, she said: “All men are babies. That’s nothing new.”

Anabel laughed and shook her head. “Whie I agree with you, I actually meant it more...literally.”

Paige’s eyes narrowed and she shot Anabel an inquisitive look. “I’m not sure I know what you mean by that.”

“Look, what I’m about to tell you needs to remain between us, understand? This is, like, top secret. I’m telling you because I trust you. You’re my closest friend.”

“Yes, of course!” Paige replied, setting her glass down and holding her hands over her chest. The hunger for gossip in her eyes was washed over with sympathy now. 

“Instead of fucking me, Patrick prefers getting off in a pair of Pampers.”

“Pamp...diapers?”

“Yep.”

“Oh shit. Like one of those…”

“...adult babies, yeah. I don’t...care, per se. Like, he can be into whatever the hell he wants to be into. I don’t care if he wants to roll around in baked beans, suck on toes, or...sit around in dirty diapers. But, I swear, it's like the only thing he cares about doing anymore.”

“Dirty diapers?”

“Well sure. That’s what babies do, right? Use their diapers? He’ll only piss himself around me. I suspect he does more than that when I’m not around, but I’ve never seen it for myself.”

--

He glanced out the window for the seventh time in the last 20 minutes. Her car still wasn’t in the driveway. Good, good. 

The pressure was growing in his bowels, and he knew it wouldn’t be much longer now. The extra-strength suppository was doing its job, and he rarely lasted this long. He was a time bomb.

He dropped to his knees, sucking hard on his pacifier. He always found himself conflicted in this moment - should he just end the straining and cramps with a good firm push into his diaper? Or did he continue holding on until his body gave him no choice and he simply lost control? He had never actually lasted long enough to make it to the point where he actually lost control. Inevitably, the pressure would be so intense, and the cramps so crippling, that he would eventually give in and just give the final push himself. 

But to last long enough to finally feel his body give out and lose control? It felt like the peak of Everest. 

Just a little longer, he thought. 

--

“I...had no idea. I would’ve never guessed.”

“Who would?” said Anabel with a shrug. “He wears a suit to work, participates in a silly fantasy football league and spends more a month on craft beer and bourbon than he does on car insurance. He’s a man’s man. Until he’s in the bedroom. Then...he’s sucking on a pacifier and crawling around on his hands and knees.”

“So...you said that he’s done this around you? He knows you know all about it?”

“Credit where credit is due. He was pretty upfront about it early on. Like I said, I didn’t care what he got off to. So...being a good and curious partner, I even offered to participate a little.”

“Really? So you, like...stuck a bottle in his mouth? Called him a bad little boy?”

“All of that and more, sure. He liked feeling pathetic, and I liked making him feel that way. I even changed a few of his pissy diapers.”

--

His diaper was already heavy and sagging thanks to both times he pissed himself. There was something about the combination of his own urine and baby powder in his diaper that really hit the spot. If most of his attention and strength wasn’t being devoted to keeping himself from messing his diaper just yet, he would’ve been glad to have just sat on the ground for a bit, feeling the dense moist padding of the diaper fill every nook of his bottom while he basked in the scent of it.

There’d be time for that later, he thought. He was going to be a very naughty baby today.

--

“Wow,” Paige said, sitting back with a look of shock on her face. “I had no idea.”

“Who would?” Anabel took a long slow sip of her wine. “Do you want to know the craziest part? I don’t even mind as much as I thought I would.”

“Love is a fucked up thing,” Paige said with a laugh, which got Anabel to laugh too.

“Alas, if you coddle the baby - all you ever get is the baby. All he wants to do is waddle around in his diaper anymore.”

“That’s ridiculous,” said Paige, while she threw her hands up in frustration. “So he’s over there in Baby Heaven, pissing his pants and having his wife take care of him, and what do you get?”

“I wouldn’t be doing it if I got nothing out of it,” Anabel said with a shrug. “I have needs. And he knows he’s not going to get away with this stuff if he can’t make me happy too. So we make it into a game. He wants his little diaper changed? He can beg me to sit on his face. And I won’t be getting off until, well, I get off.”

“That’s not so bad, I guess. When I asked you about getting fucked before, you had me worried he hadn’t touched you in years..”

“I mean, sometimes you just want a cock,” Anabel said with a shrug. “Baby Patrick’s cock is just about useless to me, if we’re being honest. He only gets it up when he’s either in a diaper or there’s the promise of being in a diaper soon after. Diaper or no diaper...he’s not exactly hung like an adult man anyways.”

Paige stifled another laugh and shook her head. “So what do we do about that?”

--

The pressure continued to mount, and while Patrick maintained control of his bowels, he was starting to lose control over everything else. He had to keep moving. One moment he was pacing around, the next moment he was in a squatting position, bouncing up and down. Suddenly he was crawling around on his hands and knees. Groans and moans kept escaping his lips as his stomach audibly churned. 

He imagined having no control at all. Just going about his normal day. Maybe he was at the office, or maybe him and Anabel were at the store. In the moment that he realized he needed to go to the bathroom, it was already too late, and he had filled his diaper. The look of shock on everyone’s face as they were torn between disgust and anger. 

Maybe not today, he thought as he came back to reality, but maybe this was the first step. An explosive mess beyond his control. 

“Unh,” he muttered again, feeling another wave of cramps ripple through his insides. His pacifier, which he had tightly held in his mouth up until this point, had fallen to the ground. He didn’t even notice.

It couldn’t possibly be much longer. There was no way that he could keep holding it as…

All at once, he felt everything evacuate from his bowels.

--

“I need to find someone new, that’s what,” Anabel said.

“Are you saying you’re going to cheat on Patrick? Or...are you going to leave him?”

“Neither lawyers or dating sound particularly appealing, but...I’m open to suggestions.”

Paige took a deep breath. “I...have an idea, actually.”

“Oh? Do you now?”

“I kind of want to show you the idea. If you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. I’m...quite curious.”

“I’ll just be a minute or two. I have to go grab something.” Paige got up and quickly left the den, heading down the hall and up the stairs that Anabel knew would lead to Paige’s bedroom. 

Anabel tried to imagine what it could be. Her best guess was a phone number. Maybe a guy Paige knew, or maybe someone she met at a bar once. And, honestly, if this hypothetical guy had Paige’s seal of approval, with her high standards and all, then maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad option.

“Alright, I want to show you something,” Paige said, returning to the room and taking her seat again. She carried a black cardboard box - it looked similar in size in shape to a shoebox, but there wasn’t any sort of branding on it.

“Now I’m a little nervous,” Anabel admitted.

“So...look, I didn’t get this for you, per se. I had this thought - an idea, maybe - last year about something I wanted to try and so I bought this. But despite my best efforts, nothing ever really came to fruition and I kind of forgot about it for a while and…”

“Come on, just show me!”

“I will, I will. It’s just… Just know that this is a bold move on my part to show this to you at all. I wasn’t going to. Like...ever. But over the last few weeks, you had been dropping hints about not having sex and I remembered this thing and…

“Please, Paige, I just want to see what's in the box.”

Paige nodded and lifted the lid from the box, setting it aside. Anabel still couldn’t see what was in the box from her angle, but she watched as Paige lifted a long cylindrical object from it. It took a moment for it to register with Anabel as to what it was.

“A dildo?”

“Well…”

“I mean, I appreciate the thought. But I do own a few various vibrators and toys. Believe me, if my problem could be solved with some toys, I would have fixed it 5,000 times by now.”

“Well, that’s just one part of it,” Paige said, lifting another part out of the box.

“Oh…” said Anabel, realizing what she was looking at, and putting the whole thing together in her mind in that moment.

Paige had revealed a harness of sorts from the box. Now it was clear what this was.

 “Look, I’m not saying we have to do this. But, you know, it’s...an option. If you’re interested. No pressure.” Paige was blushing brightly. 

 It could’ve been more awkward than it was. However there had at least been a little bit of a precedent for this. Paige had never been shy about wanting to get her hands on another woman, and there had been a late night or two following some rambunctious parties where she managed to get her lips on Anabel’s. It was the sort of thing that neither would mention in the sober daylight, but neither had ever regretted either.

“Yes,” Anabel said. “I want that.”

-- 

He wasn’t sure when he had changed positions, but he realized he was on his elbows and knees with his diapered ass sticking straight up in the air. It had been a few minutes since his loud and messy expulsion into the diaper, and the suppository was still wreaking havoc on his bowels. Every half-minute or so another wave would come over him and he found himself pushing even more into the diaper - which already felt like it was at capacity. A few minutes passed like this, with his body mostly feeling paralyzed while he just moaned and pushed.

Finally, his bowels feeling settled, he relaxed a little. For the first time, he could finally appreciate what he had done. He had done so much. It was hard to say whether this was actually the heaviest his diaper had ever been, or if it just felt that way from all of his hard work. He took a few cautious crawling steps forward, feeling the heavy mass in his diaper further settle between his legs, the weight of it drooping from his bottom.

“I’ve been such a naughty, naughty, baby,” he said quietly to himself, crawling forward, continuing to feel his thickened diaper smoosh about. It impeded his ability to move his legs easily. He loved it.

Perhaps he had been conscious of it on some level already, but he finally paused to consider the ripe smell of his diaper now. If the smell of the baby powder in his wet diaper had been intoxicating earlier, this was sublime. It was disgustingly pungent. Disgustingly perfect.

-- 

It hadn’t been the wine. They had each done far less after drinking far more. This was more instinctual. There might have been some passion under the surface - something they’d later have to think about and figure out. But right now? In this moment? There was an opportunity, and they both, individually, thought they’d be fools if they didn’t take advantage of it.

Their lips were on each other’s, and their hands had grasped at each other’s skin. When clothes got in the way, they tore them off. The rolled off of the couch and while the floor offered more space, it wasn’t the most comfortable. Paige’s hand reached out, and when Anabel grasped it, Paige pulled her from the floor, leading her to the bedroom.

The pile of decorative throw pillows on the bed were hastily discarded with one swipe of an arm, and the two bodies collapsed on the bed, continuing to kiss and feel each other. The blankets and sheets occasionally became tangled in their limbs, though it never seemed to slow them.

“Is this...okay?” Paige asked, between kissing Anabel’s lips and kissing her neck.

“Y-yes.It’s okay. It’s good.” Anabel wanted to say something else, but she couldn’t put her finger on what she was trying to convey. It finally came to her, and she smiled and said it aloud: “Thank you.”

Paige smiled, saying nothing. She reached to the side of the bed where she had thrown the box as they rushed into the bedroom. Anabel’s eyes had followed hers, and they both looked back into each other’s. They smiled. Nodded.

“Fuck me,” Anabel said.

-- 

“Fuck me,” Patrick said to himself in smug satisfaction. He had crawled to the wall length mirrors in the bedroom, and to see himself in his current state for the first time was incredible.

His mind churned, wondering what he’d do now. There was so much he wanted to do. But it also felt like there was only so much that he could do.

He wished Anabel was here. He doubted she would’ve liked what she saw, so he wished that was different too. But in a perfect world, she’d come into the bedroom now, see his hopelessly filthy diaper, and cruelly mock him for it.

What’s this, then? While he was stuck in place, she would circle around him, looking down upon his pathetic state. You disgusting little baby, you’ve gone and shit yourself.

It didn’t have to be Anabel, he thought. Goodness knows she probably didn’t want anything to do with what was happening here today. In his fantasies, it was Anabel - but it could’ve been anyone.

How pathetic are you? 

“I’m so pathetic,” he said to no one. “I’m a dirty little baby.”

What did you do in your diaper? Tell me.

“I...pooped my pants. I made a big stinky mess in my diaper.”

And are you just going to stay like that? Up on your hands and knees? If you’re going to do something as repulsive as shitting in your diaper, I see no reason to pretend like you’re too good for sitting in your own filth.

He righted himself so that he was no squatting, his bent knees supporting the entirety of his upper body. It wasn’t the first time he had ever done this, but he wasn’t sure he had ever done this in a mess quite as big as this.

Slowly, he eased himself backwards, until he simply fell onto his thickly padded, and dirty, bottom with an audible squish.

-- 

Anabel helped Paige into the harness. They laughed and teasingly glanced at each other throughout the process, and it was done Anabel leaned back to admire their work.

“That's an impressively sized cock,” she commented.

“Do you like it?” Paige asked.

“Should I...wet it first?” Anabel’s mouth neared the rubber dong.

“Oh please,” Paige said sarcastically. “You’re wet enough for the both of us. Roll over. Get your ass in the air for me.”

-- 

The smell of his diaper wafted to his nose, in what he could only imagine as a cartoonish cloud of stink lines, once he collapsed on his ass. 

He moaned as he began pawing at the front of his diaper. He was so turned on that he didn’t even know what he was going to do with that energy. He thought of rolling over onto his stomach so that he could hump his filthy diaper to climax. He thought about opening his diaper, so that he could stroke himself upon exposing the filthy mass in his diaper. 

I ought to take you out of this house. The imaginary Anabel again - or whoever she was - could have been there. He wished that she was. I should leave you on the street like this, in just your shitty diaper. And you can explain to anyone who walks past that you’re just a giant infant and your mommy got sick of you.

He began unconsciously rubbing the front of his swollen diaper, feeling his hard cock under the moist and squishy layers between it and his hand. 

At least go to the window. Give the world a show.

He walked to the big bedroom window, but pulling the curtains aside only reminded him that this wasn’t exactly a thrilling location. It overlooked the backyard from the second story. He might as well have been in the closet.

 Leaving the bedroom, he suspected that he wasn’t thinking clearly - he was likely intoxicated by hormones and the thrill of chasing his fantasies all the way to completion.  Still, it didn’t stop him. He walked downstairs and into the living room where he approached the giant bay window. He pulled the curtains aside, giving a street level view to anyone who might be curious of his current pathetic state. 

-- 

“More…” Anabel said. She had practically choked on the word, as she attempted to say it a few times over the last couple of minutes. Paige had a slow and steady methodical rhythm with how she used the toy. Anabel liked it - but Paige’s inexperience with a cock was showing. 

“Yeah? You can take it?” Paige asked.

Anabel nodded. “You can fuck me harder. Faster.”  Paige had been exerting some caution as she tried to get used to these movements.  Paige had been exerting some caution as she tried to get used to these movements. In her excitement to own, and possibly get a chance to use, her new toy, she had watched countless videos of women using them. Women fucking women. Women fucking men. She thought she had a pretty good feel for it, though nothing had prepared her for the actual act itself.  

She steadied herself and held on to Anabel’s waist tightly before increasing her speed. She pulled herself back, the rubber cock sliding almost completely out of Anabel while it glistened with her wetness. Her hips arched forward again, pressing the cock deep into her - almost further than she thought it would go - as Anabel loudly moaned. That seemed to satisfy the request to go harder. Now just to go faster.

She pulled back and slammed the cock into her again. And again. Harder and faster. With every cycle, she thought she’d find a point where Anabel would object and say that it was too hard, or too deep. That never happened. 

Paige sometimes wondered what she’d get out of this. She wanted so badly to be in this position, fucking another. But when the thrill of the motions and positions wore off, would she actually be getting any pleasure from it?

Yes. A thousand times yes. It wasn’t just a feeling of emotional pleasure, she could feel it in her body. The pressure of Anabel’s body on hers, the rhythm, and the intensity were sending waves of ecstasy throughout her body. She didn’t feel like she was just going through motions - she felt as if this was an extension of her own body. Was she crazy? Was just what this moment was doing to her?

It really didn’t matter. 

“You…” Anabel stammered between moans and heavy breaths. “You…are doing very well.”

“Yeah? Do you like getting fucked by me?” 

“Y-yes…”

“Good. We should do it more. I’ll fuck you so hard you forget all about your pathetic little baby husband.” 

Anabel snorted in laughter. “I bet he’s home right now - pooping his pants and touching himself. Fucking baby.” 

They both laughed, just as Paige found another burst of energy to lay into Anabel’s wet and throbbing pussy hard again.

They both laughed, just as Paige found another burst of energy to lay into Anabel’s wet and throbbing pussy hard again.

“I...I...I’m going to…” Anabel’s words came in short bursts between her short breaths, or whatever those cute noises she was making was. She never got to finish that sentence. Her gasps turned to a prolonged and passionate note, somewhere between a scream and a moan.

Paige pulled the dildo from Anabel one last time, before falling to the bed beside her. She was tempted to ask something silly and snarky about whether or not she needed her diaper changed, but decided to give Anabel a few moments to ride out her bliss before she came back to reality.

-- 

He had collapsed back onto his ass again, and as he sat in the middle of the living room he was lost in the moment as he frantically massaged the front of his epically dirty diaper.  He wanted to add yet another sticky load to it.   

This was sometimes a moment he savored for as long as possible. He’d edge himself for hours, sometimes, until he couldn’t possibly wait any longer. This wasn’t one of those times. He wanted to erupt so badly, right now. No, he needed to.

He was only slightly aware of his loud gasping moans as he rocked back and forth on his mess while rubbing the soggy bulge in the front of his diaper. The moans only intensified as he got closer and closer to climax. When he finally erupted, his arms fell limp to his sides and he let out one final long moan as he further filled the diaper with his stickiness. 

In a haze, he remained still for a few minutes, slowly coming back to reality. His senses slowly came back, as if being rebooted. The smell of his diaper was the first thing to hit him, and it hit him like a giant wave. It was a mix of messes, a little staleness, and a slight hint of baby powder. He didn’t hate it, but it certainly woke him up. He then became aware of the feeling of the mess he was sitting in - it was thick and had worked its way into every place it could. He couldn’t be sure, but it almost felt like some had risen up his ass and out the very top of the diaper.  

Finally, as he looked around the living room, remembering that he had come down here to finish his playing, he glanced out the giant window. He had forgotten that, just a few minutes ago, he had pulled the curtains aside, completely exposing him to anyone close enough to look in.

As he stood, he noticed a package sitting on the front porch that he didn’t remember seeing when he had opened the curtains initially. There was a momentary weight of despair as he wondered if someone had actually seen something. But it was fleeting. Maybe it didn’t matter. Maybe he just wouldn’t look the mailman in the eyes for a few years.

Maybe he just really needed to clean himself up.

-- 

Sometime after he ordered takeout Chinese for himself, and just as he was pouring himself a congratulatory glass of bourbon - as he did after a long day of filling his diaper - the front door opened and Anabel walked into the living room. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but there seemed to be something a little off with her. She seemed more...fluid. Relaxed, maybe. A slight grin on her face that he hadn’t seen in a while.

“Hey,” he said, “welcome home. Did you have a good day?”

“I did,” she said with a nonchalant shrug. “Did you?”

“I did.” He paused and held up the bottle of bourbon. “Can I...pour you a glass?”

“Please,” she said with a grin. 

There was a single moment, a silent pause between the two, where they had similar thoughts. She had once made a connection between his evening bourbon and days he had played around in his baby attire. Likewise, she was never much of a drinker of hard alcohol - save for a few times when they canoodled on the couch following sex. 

He handed her a glass and they cheered, vaguely, on their good days, before returning to the living room to put the TV on. 

This was a surprisingly hard story to post on Patreon - as there were a few words that Patreon flagged as being potentially rule-breaking. Considering the things that didn't get flagged...some of the choices are kind of strange, but what do I know? I did my best to re-write those passages in a way that wouldn't draw any flags while still maintaining the intended narrative.