Neighbors, Part 14 (Patreon)

Fourteen.

By the time that Lucy sent me home in a clean diaper, it was close to 2 AM. I had one single regret for the entire evening, and that was that I didn’t think to take the next day off. The workday was going to be brutal - though it would be worth it.

She had asked me to stay over for the night. It was a tempting offer - and it probably made more sense than fetching an early morning Uber back home so that I could get just a few hours of sleep. But if I had stayed, I doubted I would’ve ever left.

As to be expected at 2 AM, the apartment was dark and quiet when I got home. I didn’t think much of it until I walked into the bedroom and found that the bed was completely empty. I returned to the kitchen where I found a note on the counter.

At Ashley’s tonight. See you tomorrow.

-V

I had feelings about this, but I wasn’t sure exactly what kind of feelings they were. Jealousy? Worry? It didn’t matter now. It was late and I needed sleep, and there wasn’t much else I could do about it now anyways.

I stripped down to just my diaper. I watched myself in the bedroom’s full-length mirror for a moment, admiring the near-perfect application that Lucy had done.

That diaper change was something else.

--

She had me lie down on the thick plush carpet of her living room. She had wanted to do it on the balcony, but there just wasn’t room. A shame too - I think I would’ve liked that.

After unfastening the tapes and peeling open the diaper - exposing what I could only imagine to be one of the most gruesome messes ever seen in the diaper of a big baby - she had surprised me by not only looking at my filthy diaper with delight, but by announcing: “This makes me wet.”

My cock had already been hard. It had seemed to be in a near-permanent state of stiffness since I had taken my pants off on her balcony. I wasn’t exactly sure what she wanted me to do with that information, but she seemed to be sure of what she wanted.

“We’ll get back to changing baby’s diaper in a few minutes,” she had said, slowly guiding a single finger slowly up my cock. “Can you do something for me first?”

--

It was almost 3 AM now and the chances that I’d fall asleep soon weren't looking too good. I was hard in my diaper again, and I ran a hand over the front of it, listening to it crinkle loudly as I pet myself.

Between Ashley and Lucy, it had been a wild night. Quite possibly one of the most wild nights of my entire life.

Ashley…

My hand slipped into my diaper and I began to rub myself. I wasn’t thinking of anything - anyone - in particular; it was a multitude of things all at once. Messing myself in Lucy’s lap. Ashley’s lips. Getting my diaper changed. Crawling around on the ground with Ashely. Being watched by the strangers across the street from Lucy’s apartment.

Lucy, carefully crawling over my body and open diaper so that she could lower her wet muff onto my mouth.

Ashley's pants pulled down, and my hands on her diaper as we kissed.

Veronica… Veronica’s hand on my cock, stroking me in the dark.

What even is my life now?

I had a truly confusing climax, my mind in a thousand places at once as I felt myself spurting inside of the diaper.

But that seemed to be the hormonal release I needed to calm my mind a little. I was finally able to doze off, my hand still lodged in my sticky diaper.

--

“Do you want to get breakfast?”

“Huh?”

“Breakfast? You know - like coffee and eggs? Surely you’ve had it before.”

It seemed way too early for Veronica’s sarcasm. I glanced at the alarm clock. 10 AM.

“Shit,” I said. “I…”

“You’re not going to work, are you?” she asked. “You look like death.”

I had a vague memory of my alarm going off two hours ago and calling the office and telling them that I’d be late today. That seemed like it could’ve been a dream. I checked my recent calls on my phone. Sure enough, I had called this morning.

I’m going to have to call out.

I looked back at Veronica again. She was folding some linens and loading them into the closet.

“Wait - did you want to go to breakfast with me?”

“Is that so far-fetched?”

“Yes?”

She laughed and shook her head. “Are you hungover? Or just exhausted from hours upon hours of fucking? Both?”

“Just tired,” I said. Surprisingly, I wasn’t hung over. And no actual fucking had taken place - even if the things that I had actually experienced were on par with it.

“I guess I was just thinking we should catch up,” she said. “I’m off today. And you are...half-comatose. It seems like a good day for it.”

“Yeah...okay,” I said, sitting up in bed. “Let me take a shower and get dressed and all that and we can go and…”

She cleared her throat in a rather obvious way, and I looked down at my lap. I had brushed away the sheets without thinking about what was under them. There was my diaper.

“No nighttime accidents, I hope,” she said.

I quickly pulled a sheet over myself again. “N-no… Sorry. You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“I’m not sure I’ve actually ever seen you in a diaper before,” she said. “It’s not a bad look on you.”

I blushed. “I’ll just change and…”

“Is it clean?” she asked.

“Well...I didn’t use it, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Leave it on,” she said.” Not for my benefit, of course. But it seems silly to waste a diaper.”

Her logic was sound, but that didn’t make me feel any better about spending my morning with her while we both knew I was in a diaper.

I wish I could’ve said no. But there was something about a woman telling me what to do with my diapers that I was unable to refuse.

“I’ll just...get dressed, I guess.”

“Perfect,” she said with a smile. “I’m ready to go whenever you are.”

--

It’s the quietest that I’ve ever seen this cafe. Probably because everyone else is at work.

It feels like it’s been a while since Veronica “hung out” together. Or just the two of us went out for a meal together. It felt weird. It also felt normal.

“I owe you an apology,” Veronica said as she carefully measured out some sugar in her spoon before adding it to her coffee. She liked hers a lot darker than I did.

“How so?” She wasn’t one to take the blame for much, and she apologized even less than that. It wasn’t unheard of, but rare enough that she had my full attention.

“A few years ago,” she said, gently stirring the coffee with her spoon now, “you came to me with a request. I’m sure you know the one I’m talking about.”

I nodded, looking around to make sure nobody was in earshot when I answered her. “Diapers?”

“That’s the one.” She took a long slow sip before continuing. “I answered too quickly, I think.”

“I’m not sure what you mean,” I replied. “Do you think you would’ve had a different answer if you had thought about it longer?”

She shrugged. “It’s hard to say. I’m not the same person I was then. This isn’t the same relationship we had at that time.”

“Do you, too, think that was the start of things being...not as good for us?” I asked.

“I never thought about it like that,” she said. “You might be right. But in that moment - when you asked me if I would do that for you? I didn’t tell you no because I wasn’t interested. I was just...so sure that you knew exactly what you wanted from that experience. And that whole world was unlike anything I had ever participated in before. I was worried that if I had said I’d participate, I’d only let you down.”

“That was a long time ago,” I said. I wasn’t sure what point I was trying to make. Maybe it was best to let bygones be bygones. Or maybe I was wondering why she hadn’t taken time in the years that followed to say that.

“Some ideas are like little seeds,” she said. “You don’t even mean to plant them - they just blow into your mind and get caught somewhere. For a while you don’t think much about it - maybe you don’t think about it at all. But then, suddenly, there’s a plant where there wasn’t one before. You could probably pull it up or cut it down if you really wanted to. Or...you could let it grow and see what happens.”

“I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you care for a plant in my life,” I said with a laugh.

She laughed too, shaking her head. “I worked really hard on that metaphor. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t crack jokes about it.”

“So,” I said, trying to put on a straight-face again, “what you’re saying is that even though you turned me down, the idea of my fantasy stuck around in your head? And...you grew more interested in it over time?”

“That sounds about right,” she said.

“I wish you had told me sooner.”

“Sometimes I wish I had too. But...it got harder to talk about as time went on. We grew more distant. I think our relationship hit a few rough patches. So, when we met Ashley…”

“Yeah?”

“I think I saw in her the exact same things you did.”

“Wow,” I said with a laugh. “Right down to treating her like a little girl.”

She nodded. “I mean, c’mon. What were you going to do with her? You’re nobody’s daddy.”

“I...I could be.”

“I wish I believed that. I’d have dropped my panties and let you smack my rear end while you called me your Little Princess,” she said with a flirty smirk.

Under the table, in the diaper that I was still wearing, my cock stiffened. As it was, I was in an uncomfortable predicament. I had stubbornly chosen to continue wearing this diaper that Veronica had seen me in - perhaps to prove that I wasn’t going to just waste a diaper, regardless of how embarrassing it was that she knew I was wearing it? But I had yet to piss today, and there is no underestimating the urgency that comes with that morning pee.

A gentle wind likely would’ve caused me to release my bladder. I had no idea what I was waiting for anymore.

“I didn’t know you had that side to you,” I said.

“Well, I don’t want to waddle around in diapers, if that’s what you mean,” she said as I frantically looked around again to make sure nobody heard that. “But what girl doesn’t like getting slapped around a little now and then?”

I shrugged, speechless.

“I’ve never wanted actual children,” she said. “But nothing has ever made me happier than watching Ashley crawl around the floor in front of me in a diaper.”

It was hard to describe how I felt at that moment, but it wasn’t an overall good feeling.

“I don’t hate you,” she said. “I’m not mad at you. I don’t harbor resentment towards you. I think you’re handsome. Kind. Sweet. And...well, we have more in common than I guess we both realized.”

She meant ageplay, but it applied just as easily to Ashley. I wondered what her reaction would be if I told her now about the things Ashley and I had done when she wasn’t there.

Now, more than ever, I suspected it wouldn’t be good. The pressure in my bladder was intense.

“So, what exactly are you saying?” I asked.

“Maybe there’s a future - not too far off from now - where we can...reconnect? Fix some things?”

At my core, and with all other circumstances and distractions aside for a moment, I wanted that. But our world seemed weirder and wilder than either of us fully knew it to be.

“Yeah,” I said. “That sounds nice,” I said.

“Okay good,” she said.

It was hard to say what, if anything, that conversation did. Maybe it helped her reiterate that she wasn’t my enemy. Maybe it was justification for why we’d keep living together. Maybe it was a nice way of saying ‘Eventually we need to fix things, but for now, can’t we just have some fun?’

I was fine with all of that.

“How did your date go?” she asked. I was happy with her changing the subject, but this one might have been more awkward than the previous one.

“It was...pretty good.” No follow-up questions, please. “How was your night at Ashley’s?”

Was she...blushing?

She wasn’t entirely present as she answered my question - part of her seemed to be back in Ashley’s apartment, reliving whatever it was they did. “Ah, well. You know Ashley. She’s a very good girl.”

I know better than you realize.

“So long as both of you are getting what you want.”

She smiled. “I believe so. And you? Are you getting everything that you want?”

I was blushing myself now, and I couldn’t even have stopped it if I wanted to. “Yes.”

“Well good. It sounds like everyone’s nice and happy then, yes?”

It felt strangely tense at the table at that moment. We both meant well, and each of us probably did want the other to be happy. But it felt like a lot of things were being skirted and avoided.

“It seems that way,” I said.

She sighed. Before she even said anything, I could tell that she was lowering her guard a little. She felt the same tension I did, but she was doing the thing that I couldn’t - working through it.

“Changing a diaper is harder than I thought it would be,” she said.

I laughed. “Yeah?”

There seemed to be little point in torturing myself with holding my bladder any longer, though it seemed strange to flood my diaper here at the table while she stared at me. I’d hold it a little longer, hoping that I’d find a natural time when I could do it without drawing attention to myself.

“I don’t know...have you ever changed a diaper before?” she asked.

“I mean...my own, yes. But I guess that’s a little different.”

“I can see where there’s a science to it. Like I’m sure an experienced mother can just blast through the process in a few seconds. But I find myself hung up on every single detail of it. Have I cleaned her enough? Is there enough powder? Too much? Am I putting the diaper on too tight? Not tight enough? Did I overlook some crucial step and now she’s going to leak as soon as she wets herself again?”

Fuck it. I released the hold on my bladder and felt the heavy stream rush into the diaper, where it was absorbed as quickly as it came.

I had to laugh again.

“What? What’s so funny?” she said, smirking a little herself.

“I don’t know,” I said, hoping to play it off as a response to what she had said. “It sounds like you’re talking about a literal baby. Not...our neighbor. An adult woman. A woman who we only met a short time ago.”

Now she was laughing. “It’s strange, isn’t it?”

I nodded, but opted to answer her concerns anyways: “I think all of those things just come with time. You...learn from leaks.”

“How very profound,” she said.

I shifted my body around a little, the diner chair not being an especially comfortable seat for someone in a heavy diaper. But at least I felt relieved, finally.

I took a deep breath and stepped a little outside of my own comfort zone to join her. “I’ll say this. Getting your diaper changed isn’t as easy as it looks either. I mean...I guess I don’t really have to do anything. But it’s a lot that you have to be willing to put out there. It requires trust and safety to allow yourself to be in such a vulnerable position. Someone is seeing you and your absolute most private moment, you know?”

“You’re right,” she said. “I suppose I knew that on some level. But it’s always nice to be reminded.”

For a few moments, we didn’t say much. It didn’t feel as awkward or tense anymore, but it was also hard to know what it was we were supposed to be doing now.

“How’s your diaper?” she asked.

“Oh...uh…”

“I’d offer to change you,” she said. “You know...for practice. But that’d be weird, right?”

“Yeah, well…” My voice trailed off. Yes, it would be weird. Yes...I’d probably be okay with actually allowing that to happen.

She laughed and shook her head. “It’d be weird. I was just teasing. But seriously, don’t get a diaper rash.”

“I haven’t yet,” I said with a smile.

I’d spend much of the rest of the day wondering what would have happened if I had just immediately told her that she could have.