In a Beautiful Place Out in the Country, Chapter 11 (Patreon)

“...so the ladder is broken in half now, both pieces are just lying below me; and I’m just hanging from the support beam. It’s probably only like a 4 or 5 foot drop, but I’m absolutely terrified of falling and breaking my leg or something. So I’m begging Maddy to come help. I’m practically crying, right? And she’s just watching all of this happening and she’s laughing! She’s literally cracking up. Not only that, but she has the audacity to walk over to where I’m hanging and starts poking my ass.”

“You’re exaggerating how far off the ground you were,” Madison said, rolling her eyes. Another bout of laughter washes over the entire table, Kat included. “If you stayed hanging there any longer I was going to dump my water bottle down the back of your diaper.”

“I would’ve killed you!”

We had all cleaned our bowls of Madison’s homemade rice pudding. There was a bottle of wine on the table, but it was rather telling - and comforting - that nobody had even touched it.

“So,” Madison said, changing the subject, “Henry? I understand that you’re borrowing both your wife’s panties and one of Kat’s diapers? Would you like one of my bras too?”

I laughed with everyone else, even though it was especially humiliating to be called out like that so abruptly. Of course Madison knew - I couldn’t possibly have expected Kat not to tell her. “I’d hesitate to use the word ‘borrow,’” I said with a shrug. “Does Kat want her diaper back? Lily, would you like your panties back?”

“You can keep them…” Kat said with a chuckle. Lily shrugged playfully.

“All jokes aside,” Madison said, “you really impressed me. I know this is all so weird and new, and that we’re all kind of strangers still. But the fact that you’re willing to not only roll with it all, but also to embrace it and try it for yourself...well, that really means a lot to me.”

“Me too,” Kat said, nodding.

“Me too,” Lily said, grinning.

“I feel like I should be giving a speech or something,” I joked.

The three women began chanting in unison: “Speech! Speech! Speech!” while pounding the table.

I laughed, standing up: “Ladies and...uh, other ladies. I just want to say how thankful I am that Lily and I have been welcomed into your home and into your lives. Your openness and honesty about who you are has been immensely inspiring. In a short time, you’ve given me the comfort and support to allow myself to try new things that I would’ve never dreamed of trying.” There was a round of applause from my small audience as I sat back down.

“Well said!”

“Hear hear!

It was a quieter evening, and while we had shuffled into the living room for some more conversations, our long day and the plush couches conspired against us.

“Maybe it’s bedtime, little girl?” Madison finally asked Kat.

Kat offered a drowsy nod, gently rubbing her eyes.

“Alright, let’s take a look at your pants before we get you to bed.”

Obediently, Kat slid off of the couch and positioned her backside in front of Madison while facing us. Lily and I watched her face grow rosy as Madison pulled the back of her diaper open and peered in. Then, as if not completely satisfied with that check, Madison shimmied the back of Kat’s yoga pants down her legs enough to reveal her entire diaper to us. Madison then snuck two fingers between Kat’s leg and the bottom of her diaper. Kat’s eyes widened. Just as quickly as her pants had been pulled down, the pants were pulled back up; a playful pat on Kat’s bottom signaling the end of the check.

“Well, it seems like this little girl needs a change before bedtime,” Madison said. Turning her attention to Lily and I, she added: “How’s everything over there?”

“Do I need to check your diaper too?” Lily asked me.

“N-no...I’m good.” It was true; I hadn’t used my diaper yet.

“You’ve been in that diaper for hours,” Kat said. “You must be dying!”

Dying was an understatement. I had been battling the desperation since before dinner, and it was getting harder and harder to content with. I had more or less resigned myself to using the diaper, but I think I had been holding out for an opportunity when I didn’t have as much of an audience.

“Yeah,” Lily added, putting her hand on my lap. “I mean, it’s not like everyone here doesn’t know what you’re wearing. I promise - nobody is judging you.”

I nervously smiled as I looked around the room. While I may have felt an immense pressure in my bladder, I didn’t feel a pressure to perform in that moment from the room. If anything, I felt reassured. If and when I decided to use the diaper, I knew that nobody was going to think less of me.

“Why don’t I show you something,” Madison said, standing up and taking Kat by the hand. “I’ll show you something. Just in case you need it. Follow me.”

Lily and I looked at each other curiously. We got up from the couch and followed Madison and Kat up the stairs, passed our bedroom, passed the room that was being used as a home office, passed the upstairs bathroom and passed the master bedroom. There was one more room branching off of this hallway, and while I hadn’t previously wondered about what was behind this closed door, I grew increasingly curious as we got closer to the door.

Madison opened the door, and we all filed in. My mouth hung open in astonishment, and when I looked over to Lily, I saw that she was in the same state of disbelief.

It was a nursery - or perhaps a surreal reimagining of what I assumed a nursery looked like. While there was a crib and a changing table, their large proportions making it obvious that these were not for an actual infant. The decor was a smattering of both pastel and vibrant pink hues - an almost overwhelming level of purposeful cuteness. There was a tall shelf, packed full of diapers, just row upon row of thick fluffy garments just waiting their turn to get soiled.

It wasn’t just the size of the furniture, or the aesthetics, that suggested that this wasn’t just an innocent nursery. Various paddles, instruments, and toys hung from another wall, while more were neatly arranged atop a narrow table. Some of these items I felt woefully clueless about, and I could only start to imagine how they were implemented on a naughty little girl.

Rounding out the room’s layout was the final piece of the puzzle. Two cameras, mounted on tripods, and various lights, microphones and spools of wire, all stacked up in the corner of the room.

“I suppose you could say that this is where the magic happens,” Madison said. “We obviously do a lot of filming here. But it’s also a very functional nursery for my big baby. And so…if you find yourself in need of more diapers or a place to get changed...or...well, basically, I’m just saying that you two feel free to use this room as you see fit. I promise you, nothing is off limits. And if you don’t want to use the room at all, that’s cool too!”

“Wow, this is incredible,” Lily said, her head slowly bouncing back and forth as she took in everything. “You mentioned today that you had a rather ‘robust’ nursery, but I didn’t know what to think. Now, I’m just, like...woah.”

Madison laughed and shrugged. “This room is kind of like our baby. Well...the other baby. We’ve put a lot of time and energy into this, and as I’m sure you can imagine, we spend a bit of time in here.”

I glanced across the room to Kat, and our eyes connected. We were both looking a little antsy. I was sure she just wanted to get her diaper changed so that she could go to bed. I just needed to actually bring myself to use mine.

“Alright, let’s get this baby read for bed,” Madison said.

“We’ll give you some privacy,” Lily said.

We said our goodnights and Lily and I went back to our own room. I already knew where the conversation was going to go once we were there, and so no sooner had I stepped back into the hallway, I finally unleashed my bladder - allowing myself to flood the diaper. It was different than I expected. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but the way that I could feel the diaper instantly swell and grow warm was unlike anything I had ever felt before. I could feel the extra weight hang between my legs. It changed almost every dynamic in the diaper that I had just started getting used to.

Lily closed the door behind us. Exactly as I had expected: “Well? Are you going to pee your pants or what?”

“Actually...I...just finished.”

“Really? Just now? While we were in the nursery?”

“In the hallway…”

“I want to see. May I see?”

I agreed, but this time it was her hands on my pants, and she pulled them down completely, signaling to me to step out of them before taking off my shirt and undershirt as well. I was left in just my sopping wet diaper, panties and some socks. I was terrified to turn around, knowing that seeing myself in the room’s vanity mirror would only humiliate me further.

Lily’s hands were on the panties again, feeling the warm diaper through the soft fabric. She stepped closer, her hands wrapping around me and slipping into the back of the panties so she could feel the diaper directly. I wrapped my arms around her and we kissed. It was a slow passionate kiss. The kind of kissing we rarely did anymore. She bit at my lips, and our tongues took turns teasing each other’s.

“Do you like this?” I asked her.

“I really do. Do you like this?”

I had been noncommittal towards the diapers for most of the evening. I kept asking myself the same question since she had posed it while on our walk. But I had an answer now.

“I do. I like it a lot.” We kissed again.

“I thought so,” she said, pulling away from my lips. “From the second you put my panties on last night, I knew you were going to be a pants-pissing little baby.” She planted her lips on mine again.

We collapsed onto the bed, rolling to and fro. Her hands were all over me, taking every opportunity to get them onto my diaper so she could playfully squeeze it or tug at it. I rolled onto my back, and she quickly sat on my chest, pinning me down. Not that I wanted to go anywhere.

She gave me a sly smile before spinning herself around so that while she still sat on my chest, she was facing my diaper, while I looked at her back. I dug my fingers into the waistband of her pants, trying to slide them off of her. She lifted her bottom just enough to let the pants slide past her ass cheeks. She took care of the rest, kicking them off entirely. She slowly slid her ass up my chest, before stopping just before my face. It was the perfect place for it to be. With minimal effort, I could lift my head up and land my tongue into either her pussy or her tight asshole. My tongue reached out, teasing her saturated lips. She moaned, moving her pussy even closer to my face. With little choice left in the matter, not that I wanted any, I closed my mouth around her throbbing clit, suckling on it.

Her hands cupped my erect cock in the diaper. Through the soaked diaper, through her panties that I had worn since the night before, her hands slowly made their way up and down my padded shaft.

“Such a…big baby,” she said in between short gasps and moans. “Pissing yourself for me? Did you...uhn...like that?”

I tried to offer some sort of positive response, but it came out as an unintelligible muffled noise. It really didn’t matter. She knew the answer.

“You pissed your diaper...while wearing...Mommy’s panties.”

I offered another satisfactory muffled moan. I had never even considered the title of ‘Mommy,’ before. Yet in this moment, nothing sounded more perfect. It gave a name to more than just a person, it was an entire concept. I was devoted to Mommy. I wanted to make Mommy happy. I would give Mommy anything she wanted.

“You like that, yes? I think I’d...mm...really like it if...mm...you called me Mommy. Not now, of course. You’re a busy baby now.”

She was incredibly wet; perhaps the wettest I had ever experienced her be. I wanted to lick up every single drop.

Her hands slid off from the surface of my diaper, instead delving inside of it, her hand finding the tip of my cock. She pulled it out from the diaper, giving it teasing licks and kisses.

“You’d do anything for me...uhnnn...wouldn’t you, Baby?”

“Mmmhmm,” I moaned the best I could.

“Like when you put on my panties? Or when you got a diaper? Or pissed in it?”

“Mmm.”

“I’m going to make you come,” she said in a devilish tone. “Then you’re going to make me come. Then we’re going to take you to the nursery for a fresh diaper.”

I couldn’t even fully process everything she was saying, but I knew that I wasn’t objecting to any of it. And, just like that, I felt her mouth envelope the head of my penis. In an embarrassingly short amount of time, I felt myself erupt into her mouth - every drop of it swallowed by her with a long moan.

It was her turn, and she further planted her bottom onto my face. It occurred to me that she might have been doing most of the work now, with the way that she grinded herself against my willing tongue. It barely took any amount of time for as well, and she squirted into my face. In my mouth, on my lips, running down my cheeks. She couldn’t bring herself to relent, though, and she continued to grind into my face, further rubbing her juices into my face.

Finally, she collapsed on the bed next to me. Neither of us said anything for a little bit, we just stared into each other’s eyes, smiling. Whatever that was - and it seemed very unlike us - we both clearly enjoy ourselves.

“You’re okay?” she asked.

“Yes.” I wanted to say more, but I was at a loss for words. I was more than okay. “Yes,” I said again. “Are you?”

“Very much so.”

“Good.”

“I didn’t say anything that you, like, just...disagreed with?”

“Not at all.”

She leaned forward and kissed me. I could taste the remnants of myself on her lips, but it didn’t bother me. If nothing else, it almost energized me for a round two.

“We should get you out of that diaper.”

“Yeah.”

“And so if we go into the nursery, and I put you into a new diaper...you’re okay with that?”

“I really am..”