When She Showed Me Her Secret [A Quick One][Archive] (Patreon)

She sat on the edge of the bed, her face blushing as she bashfully stammered:  “A-are you sure?”

I nodded with a supportive smile.  She didn’t have to do anything she didn’t want to, though this was her idea.

“Okay.  But you can’t judge me.”

“I wouldn’t.”

She slowly pulled her t-shirt over her head and tossed it on the ground.  I could tell she was too nervous to make eye contact, so I tried my hardest not to stare; yet there was something about her simple black bra that was so adorable in its modesty.

“They...they’re not very big, you know?  And...”

“Stop,” I said, cutting her off.  “You look amazing.”

She opened her mouth to say something, but the words just weren’t there.  She somehow blushed on top of a blush and glanced away again.  One final sigh and she eased herself off of the bed.  She began easing off her skirt, but it turned into more of a wiggle.  It would’ve been comical if it wasn’t so endearing.

And then, there it was.  The thing she wanted to show me.

“You’re not disgusted, are you?” she asked.

“I don’t see why I would be,” I said honestly. “It’s just a diaper.”

She left out a little laugh of relief.  “It...really means a lot to me that I can show you this.”

“It’s really not that big of a deal,” I said, shrugging.  “Besides, I think they suit you well.”

“And what is that supposed to mean,” she said with mock-frustration, putting her hands on her hips, just above where her disposable diapers hugged her hips.

“Well look at you.  You’re so precious and cute.  The diapers, well, I think they compliment that quite nicely.”

She couldn’t help put glance at herself in the full length mirror.  I swear I saw a little smile crack in the corner of her mouth, but she did her best to pretend she was stoic.

“Why don’t we cuddle for a bit,” I suggested.  “There’s no reason to stress about diapers.”

“I...I would like that,” she said with a smile.

“But.  I’m going to check your diaper later.  I’d hate to see you get a rash,” I teased.

She blushed brightly again and playfully slapped me in the arm, before plopping herself in the bed.  Her thumb was already in her mouth by the time I crawled up alongside her.