Neighbors, Part Five (Patreon)

Five.

Veronica didn’t come home that night. When I woke at 4 AM, still dozing on the couch with a soaked diaper on under my pants, I carefully made my way to the bedroom to see if Veronica was already tucked in. It was empty.

By 9 AM, as I scrambled an egg for myself, there was still no sign of her. No text messages. No phone calls. I couldn’t decide which was worse: that I hadn’t heard from her, or that I wasn’t especially bothered by her absence.

I looked up at the ceiling. On the other side of it would be Ashley’s apartment. I knew exactly where Veronica was. But that was all that I knew.

What had bothered me more was the lack of response to the picture I had sent Ashley.

Somewhere around 10:30 PM I had wet myself pretty heavily. Then, in the hour or so that I sat around in my diaper working up the courage to send her a picture of it, I managed to wet myself a second time. It was close to midnight when I finally hit “send” on a picture of my legs opened wide, the bottom of my soaked diaper sagging between them.

I had taken close to 50 pictures, and picking the right one had proven itself to be almost more difficult than actually sending it. Hours later, as I prepared breakfast, I wasn’t completely sure what I had been thinking when I sent the photo I did. Of all the photos I sent, that one was one of the more humiliating angles.

But she hadn’t responded. I wasn’t even sure if she had seen the photo or not. My mind automatically went to the worst case scenario: Somewhere, in between getting drunk together and fucking each other, they were laughing at my picture. Look at this pathetic toddler of a man!

It was a little irrational to truly believe that was the case, I knew this. Ashley had made it clear that she was curious about the diapers - and she was certainly willing to show Veronica how little she could be. Yet, the longer it went without a response, the more I dwelled on the worst possibilities.

When I heard my phone buzz from across the kitchen, I just about fell on my ass trying to rush to it. Would it be Ashley, finally responding to my photo? Veronica, telling me where she was?

It turned out to be neither. It was a message from one of the dating apps. The “adult friend” app.

Hello, handsome boy. In need of a change, are you?

Her name was Lucy, or so her profile said. My age. She was somewhere in the city. She had two pictures. One showcased her voluminous light brown hair and equally plump lips - coated in a delectable red lipstick. The other was of her ass, or an ass. Round and perfectly curved, I could feel myself springing to life in my pants just staring at it. The cynic in me didn’t believe that any of this was real - as much as I wanted it to be. But that face? And that ass?

I call myself a switch, her profile read. But, if I’m being honest, it’s only to cast a wide net. My comfort zone is on top, looking down at you. I’m open minded, but I hope that you are too. Slappable butt cheeks, foot-worshippers, and big babies to the front of the line.

I closed the app. It was too good to be true. I liked the concept of Lucy. Loved, even. It was too much for me at that moment, though. Who was I fooling? The idea of finding someone else was a poor one - especially now that I was slowly finding myself sliding into some bizarre triangle here at home.

Another cup of coffee. I stared at my phone, hoping that through sheer willpower alone, I’d manage to summon communication from either my wife or my neighbor.

Instead, the front door opened and Veronica walked in. She was obviously wearing the same clothes she had gone out in. I expected a look of shame or embarrassment - but the smug smile on her face suggested the exact opposite.

“Good morning,” she said.

“Where did you two get drinks? The moon?”

She scoffed and casually shrugged, putting down her purse and kicking off her shoes. She sauntered to the coffee maker and poured herself a cup. She began to drink it - black. She never did that.

“Long night?” I asked.

“Don’t get your boyhood all twisted,” she said. “We simply drank too much and I opted to crash at her place.”

I was the one to scoff now. There’d be no convincing me that that was all that happened.

“Not buying it?” she asked. “Well, you tell me then. What do you think happened?”

There was no way that I was ever going to be able to say aloud the things I imagined the two of them doing. I’d probably end up turning myself on just getting the words out.

“I have no idea,” I said. It was a concession. She had won, yet again.

“I’m going to take a shower,” she said. “Maybe take a nap after.”

Going to wash all the sex off? “Alright. See you later.”

I wasn’t sure if I had felt better or worse after that exchange. There was no doubt in my mind that Veronica would’ve rubbed it in my face if she had seen the photo I had sent Ashley, so there was a little relief there.

I daydreamed about Lucy - or perhaps I was just assigning aspects of her dating profile to the current iteration of The Coolest Woman Who Ever Lived that resided in my imagination.

--

“Hello, handsome boy. In need of a change, are you?” she’d ask.

“Not yet,” I said to her.

“Well, best not to keep me waiting. Why don’t you squat down and put something in that diaper for me?”

“I’d be happy to.”

“But you’re going to have to fill it. And I mean really fill it. Up to the brim. I don’t care if it takes you all day. I’m not changing you until you absolutely need to be.”

“Then I should get to work…”

--

Opening my eyes was a mistake. It was just our apartment. No Lucy. No diaper. Only the faint sound of the shower running in the bathroom.

My phone vibrated again.

Ashley: Do you always soak your diaper that much? Or were you just trying to impress me? ;)

Finally, a response from Ashley. There was no acknowledgment of how long she had kept me waiting, but maybe it was for the best. I’d much rather see this reaction than an apology.

Me: That depends. Were you impressed?

Ashley: Very. Is it bad that I wished I could’ve felt it?

Yes, that was probably bad.

Me: I wish you could’ve too.

Ashley: I want a diaper.

Me: I can get you one today if you want.

Ashley: No rush.

The water was still running. This was probably going to be my best opportunity to get her a diaper, as soon Veronica would be back in the bedroom, and it’d be unlikely that I could fish a diaper out of the closet while she was in there.

It felt more like a covert operation than it should have. One ear was kept on the sound of the shower at all times while I rummaged through the closet. I plucked a diaper from my pack just as I heard the water shut off. I closed the closet door and quickly scrambled from the bedroom.

Me: May I bring one up to you now?

Ashley: I’m hungover and I look frightful. So maybe just leave it at the door?

Me: I’m not just going to leave an adult diaper in the hallway at your door.

Ashley: Put it in a box or something?

I grabbed a paper bag from a cabinet and slid the thick diaper into it. It was almost a perfect fit, with just enough room at the top to fold it closed. I wanted to write something cute on the bag, but everything I could think of pretty much rendered the bag useless.

I quickly darted from the apartment and took the stairs up a level and jogged over to her door, laying it on the ground in front of it.

Me: It’s at your door.

Ashley: You’re the best. Thank you.

I remembered what she had said to me the night before and decided to repeat it to her:

Me: Keep your pampers dry.

Ashley: You didn’t listen to me, so why should I listen to you?

A pang of lust and excitement ran through my body. I needed to get out of there before I busted down her door.

Back at the apartment, I found Veronica on the couch in a bathrobe instead of in bed.

“Where were you?”

“Checking the mail,” I said. I had almost phrased it as a question.

“And did we get any?”

“No…” I quickly added: “But maybe it just didn’t get here yet.”

My phone vibrated in my pocket. I glanced to see who it was.

Ashley: HOLY SHIT. This thing is so fucking big!

“What’s your plan for the weekend,” Veronica asked, staring ahead at the TV.

“No plans,” I said. “Laundry, I guess? There’s that new brewery downtown. Maybe I’ll go check that out?”

“Exciting,” she said. I wondered how much of what I said she had paid attention to.

“What about you?”

Ashley: The tapes go in the...back?

I stepped back a little from Veronica so that I wasn’t in her field of vision.

Me: Yes.

“I’m not sure,” Veronica said. “Ashley and I might go out again tomorrow. If that’s okay with you.”

Her tone didn’t sound especially snarky, but I didn’t believe she actually cared about my feelings on the matter.

“You certainly don't need my permission,” I said.

Ashley: I’ve never felt more ridiculous. I’m lying on the floor of my bedroom trying to diaper myself.

“I was trying to be polite,” Veronica said. “I know things have gotten...weird lately. Weirder even. But I don’t want to be an asshole to you.”

Me: But is it ridiculous in a bad way?

“You’re not an asshole,” I said. I truly believed that, though I knew there were some times when I was probably on the fence. “But I think you’re right. Things have gotten strange.”

“What are we going to do about that?”

I shrugged, though I knew she couldn’t see that. “I guess the question is...do we want to do something about that?”

Ashley: I...think I love it. It’s so fucking thick. OMG, is this what it feels like to be a baby? I can’t even walk right.

“Sometimes,” Veronica said.

Her response didn’t make sense to me. I wondered if I had tuned out something she said while reading Ashley’s texts. “What do you mean?”

“I mean...sometimes I think I want to do something about that.”

“And what about the other times?” I asked.

She just shrugged.

Me: Most babies don’t walk at all. So you’re at least a toddler.

Veronica sighed. “Is it possible, you think, for us to live together and be civil with each other - friends, even - while taking a minute or two to live for ourselves?”

I felt like we had already had this conversation. Or maybe I had just assumed that was what we were already doing.

My phone vibrated again. I glanced at it quickly, seeing that it was a photo from Ashley. I couldn’t even bring myself to look at it right now.

“I can be civil if you can,” I said.

“Even if I keep seeing Ashley?” Veronica asked.

I considered - for the briefest of moments - mentioning my own tryst with Ashley, but I thought better of it. Not only would it likely not be received well, but I barely knew what it was myself yet. There was the distinct possibility that Ashley was just using me.

“Yes,” I said.

I couldn’t help myself, I looked at the photo Ashley had sent. Sure enough - there she was, posing in the mirror in just a diaper and a gray top that barely concealed her belly. The diaper was just a little too big for her, though she had made it work. But it only served to make the diaper seem thicker and more bulging on her. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

“I meant what I said before,” Veronica said. “Find someone. Get out there and meet people. Maybe this is a good opportunity for us, you know? Maybe we see other people and it helps us not to take each other for granted.”

     Me: You look absolutely adorable.

“Or maybe we end up worse off than we are now,” I said. I could’ve kicked myself. I was being honest - and it was a valid concern - but I was shooting myself in the foot when I was being handed the opportunity to see other people without repercussions. If, of course, I believed what she said. If Veronica believed what she said herself.

“It’s a risk I’m willing to take,” Veronica said.

Ashley: I want to wet myself. Is that bad? I’m so curious.

I reached down and adjusted my stiffening manhood in my pants - still grateful that Veronica couldn’t see me.

“Okay,” I said to Veronica.

“Okay?”

“Okay. Me too. It’s a risk I’m willing to take as well.”

“So we’re on the same page?”

“I think so,” I said.

Me: That’s what it was made for. It’d be a waste of a diaper if you didn’t.

I slipped my phone into my pocket as Veronica stood up. The timing was either a complete coincidence or I had unconsciously predicted that this would be the case.

“I think I’m going to take that nap,” she said. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Talking with me, I guess. Or humoring me.”

“I’m still your husband,” I said.

“Some husbands throw their wives off of cliffs.”

“That’s too much work for me,” I said.

She laughed. It was the first time in a while that she had given me any sort of genuine smile. This was the Veronica I missed.

As Veronica went into the bedroom and closed the door behind her, I could feel my phone vibrating in my pocket. This time I was in no rush to check it. It almost felt like it would spoil the small moment I had just shared with Veronica. Besides, I had some things to think about.

I sat down on the couch, propped my feet up, and tried to just zone out for a bit.

My phone vibrated again. Maybe Ashley was working up the courage to use her diaper for the first time.

Another vibration. Maybe she actually went ahead and used it.

Another vibration. And another.

What have I gotten myself into?