Neighbors, Part 17 (Patreon)

Seventeen.

What is that smell?

It was me. I wasn’t sure if the smell of my diaper was what woke me up or not, but it certainly helped me snap out of any lingering drowsiness.

Lucy and I were spooning on her bed. She was, obviously, the big spoon. The lights were still on, but I could see the black of night through the window still. I spotted a clock: 1:19 AM. Earlier than I thought it was.

My stirring had, in turn, helped to stir her.

“Did we...pass out?” she asked.

I nodded. “Seems like it.”

“Makes sense,” she said. “That was...intense.”

That was no exaggeration. Those memories would remain laser-etched in my brain for the rest of my life. I had been on my back, naked except for my beyond-loaded diaper. She had pulled my cock out and had proceeded to ride on top of it, her body bouncing up and down on my diaper.

“Tell me what you are,” she had demanded as she bounced on my shaft.

“I’m a baby!”  I had loudly exclaimed in response. “I’m...just a baby!”

“You stink,” she said to me now.

“I know. I’m, uh, sorry about that…” I was afraid to sit up, I had no idea where the firm mass in my diaper was going to go.

“Don’t apologize,” she said. “We just need to change you, that’s all. Stay there. I’ll get your diaper bag. You better hope that you don’t get a diaper rash.”

She slid off the bed, making no effort to conceal herself as she strolled across the bedroom and out the door. Her curvy body was a pleasure to behold, and it still seemed unreal that I was here with her now. Having done everything that we had done. Everything that we would do.

“You’re so much more than just a baby,” she had said. “Go on. Tell me what else you are.”

“I’m a dirty little…”

“You’re not just ‘dirty,’” she had said. “You can do better than that.”

“I’m a…dirty...er...disgusting little...poopy-pantsed...brainless...toddler…”

That had been around the time that I began to come. She then proceeded to come hard while atop me as well. Things got a little fuzzy after that.

And then I woke up stinky.

She returned with the diaper bag, setting it down on the bed next to me.

“Is this how the night usually goes for you after sex?” she asked. “Getting your diaper changed?”

“This would be the first time,” I said. “But...I worry that I may get used to this.”

“Is that so bad?” she said with a laugh.

“I suppose not, no.”

She pulled back the diaper’s tapes one at a time. With each one, my heart raced a little faster. I knew she could handle a very messy diaper - but that didn’t stop me from growing increasingly nervous about what her reaction would be when she finally opened this one.

“A messy messy boy,” she cooed as she finally pulled the front of the diaper back to reveal the disaster contained within. “It’s a good thing you’re in diapers.”

“I...probably wouldn’t have done that if I wasn’t wearing one,” I said with a smirk.

“Can we be so sure?” she asked as she waved a hand in front of her face.

“You made me do it!”

“I’m not sure if that’s true at all.”

“But you told me to…”

She tilted her head and laughed, waiting to see where I was going to go with that. When I recalled the moments leading up to filling my diaper on her lap, I realized that she had never actually told me to do that. Was she counting on the fact that I would have? Most certainly. But I had taken the initiative on that.

I felt myself blushing.

“That’s what I thought,” she said. “Little baby wasn’t told to do anything. You just went ahead and made a stinky poo right in Mommy’s lap all on your own. Didn’t you?”

“I...well…”

She took my hand in hers. For a moment I thought she was just holding my hand, but she lifted my hand to my face instead.

“Why don’t you just be a good boy and suck your thumb for me while I clean you up, yes?”

For a brief moment there - even though I was getting my diaper changed - I was starting to feel like an adult again. But in just a moment, by slipping my own thumb into my mouth, she had managed to regress me back to a dumb little baby again.

I was never much of a thumbsucker. I didn’t dislike it - it just wasn’t something I thought to do often. Now, however, it felt like a revelation. This was bliss. Now? Now I was a thumbsucker. I decided I was just going to stare up at the ceiling mindlessly while sucking my thumb until she was done changing me.

Between my legs, I felt her slowly and methodically wiping my skin clean before lifting my legs so she could pull the nasty old diaper away. More wiping.

I moaned a little. I couldn’t help it.

“Oh...do you like that?” she asked with a little laugh. “Do you like when Mommy wipes up your dirty little hole?”

“Uhmm…” I wanted to actually say words, but my own thumb reminded me that I wasn’t supposed to be talking.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she said.

She lingered there a little longer, slowly circling my backdoor with a damp wipe. I felt my body tense as she played with my bottom, occasionally letting the tip of a finger slip inside me.

“If you want more,” she finally said, “you’ll just have to wait until the next diaper change. And we can almost guarantee that there’s going to be one of those, yes?”

I moaned in disappointment, not that she seemed to care much.

A fresh diaper was slid under me as she lifted my legs and ass into the air. A thick and healthy coat of baby powder later and I was sealed into the diaper. As dreadfully naughty as it had felt to be in my disgusting diaper for an extended amount of time, the new diaper had me feeling fresh and revitalized again. It certainly made the room smell better.

She helped me to my feet. There was probably a time - not that long ago - when I would’ve looked down at myself and have felt a little silly about seeing a big poofy diaper while in the presence of someone else. But it was already feeling normal. Expected.

“You barely touched your baby bottle,” she teased.

“My mouth was...occupied.”

“What I should do is dump it down your diaper. It’s probably the only way not to waste it at this point.”

I sighed, fearful but accepting of my fate, if that was what she chose.

“I just put you into a fresh diaper,” she said. “Extra baby powder too - I’m hoping you wake up your wife with the scent of your tush.” For good measure, she gave the diaper a playful slap, summoning a cloud of powder from the waist. “I can pour beverages down your pants another time.”

Our arms wrapped around each other again and we kissed. It was good. Warm. Tender. But...though I couldn’t quite place it, there was another feeling there that I couldn’t define. It wasn’t as positive of a feeling, which didn’t make sense to me. Lucy was everything I always wanted. She was perfect. A dream partner and a dream mommy. I quickly brushed away the feeling. I was tired and it had been a long, interesting night. Maybe it was the sort of thing worth reflecting on when I was feeling fully energized.

“Did you have a good night?” she asked.

“The best time,” I answered. “It’s getting harder and harder to go home. You keep treating me like this and you’re legitimately going to be the full-time mother to a baby boy.”

“Would that be the worst thing to ever happen?” she asked with a coy smile.

I was rendered speechless, my crimson cheeks communicating for me instead.

“I know you need to go home,” she said, slowly running a finger down my face. “But…”

“But?”

“I just… Oh, I don’t know. I wasn’t going to say anything but then tonight happened and now I’m...feeling all sorts of things, I guess.”

My pulse was getting faster. I was curious to see where she was going with this. “Things? What sort of things?”

She leaned in, kissing me again - one of those extra deep and passionate kisses that made me want to float away. It had been a long time since I kissed someone like that.

“I know that I said I wasn’t looking for a relationship,” she said. “And, well, I’m not saying I want to marry you or anything but… I guess I really like you. I feel like we’re good for each other, right? This is good. This is fun. I want to keep seeing you.”

At the forefront of my mind, I was inclined to agree with her. This was good. This was fun. This was everything I had ever wanted and Lucy was amazing.

Yet somewhere in the deeper recesses of my consciousness, someone had pulled out the gong and a bullhorn. Don’t you dare say anything to her. You need to think about this.

“Of course,” I said. “I really like you too. I hope we see a lot more of each other.”

This answer pleased her and she kissed me again.

“Okay. Go. Get out of here. Get your fluffy butt home before you go and stink it up again.”

After I got dressed, she walked me to the door.

“You don’t think I’m crazy, do you?” she asked.

“Crazy? No! Why would I think that?”

“Maybe I just feel crazy,” she said with a laugh. “In the grand scheme of things, we barely know each other, and yet when I’m with you I just know that we have this connection, right? It feels good.”

“I know exactly what you mean.”

We shared one last kiss before I left.

--

I know exactly what you mean.

My own words rolled around in my mind the entire trip home and then later while I was under the covers in bed.

Lucy had said that whenever we were together, that she knew that we shared a connection. Yes. Yes, I did know what she meant by that.

Except it had occurred to me - somewhere between that conversation and the present - that my own experience with that feeling wasn’t from when I was with her.

Furthermore, it explained the undefinable feeling in my gut while we kissed. That feeling of something being off while I was in the company of the most amazing and perfect woman.

My heart was already reserved for someone else.

Ashley.

This realization was far less surprising than it should’ve been.

I have always believed in the ability to love more than one person. It was the basis of Veronica and I’s attempt at an open relationship once upon a time, and regardless of any other circumstances, it was the foundation for whatever Veronica and I were doing now. Polyamory, or non-monogamy - whatever you wanted to call it - I believed in it in my soul.

But for as long as I was lost in my own thoughts about my feelings for Ashley, it was as if there was no space for anyone else.

There were more questions that I had for myself. For example: If I wasn’t actually letting Lucy into some sort of relationship space with me...what was I doing?

I was afraid to answer that, for fear that I’d reveal something about myself that I’d rather not have to address at that moment.

--

“So did she, like, break off the lid to the baby powder bottle and proceed to pour the entire thing into your diaper?”

Lucy wouldn’t have the satisfaction of my well-powdered diaper waking Veronica up, but she probably would’ve settled for a snarky comment made during breakfast.

“It might have been a bit much,” I said. The fact that I could smell the fresh scent of the baby powder over the cup of coffee I had just poured myself was saying something.

“It’s cute,” she said.

“Cute? You think smelling like this is cute?”

She nodded. “I’d say so. Smells like there’s a baby in the house.” She put a finger to her chin and looked around, dramatically acting as if a mystery was afoot. “Ah yes. There is a baby in the house.”

I sighed, collapsing into a chair so I could drink my coffee - another small cloud of powder poofing into the air. The comic timing couldn’t have been better if this was a story that someone was writing.

“I’ve got to hand it to Lucy,” Veronica said, somehow looking even more smug than she had a moment earlier. “She knows how to leave her mark. It’s inspiring, really. I’m looking forward to meeting her at Ashley’s party.”

I just about choked on my coffee.

She added: “You did ask her if she’d go, yes? Not only am I looking forward to meeting her, but I’m sure Ashley would be heartbroken if she couldn’t make it.”

“I asked her to come,” I said.

“And?”

“I’m pretty sure she’s coming.”

“Good,” she said. “How do you feel about that?”

Nervous as fuck. “I think it’ll be good.”

She raised an eyebrow suspiciously. She knew me well.

“Everyone knows too much about me,” I said. I tried to play it off as a joke, but my tone likely hinted at my anxiety more than I would’ve liked.

“Not everyone,” she said. “Just me. And Lucy. Oh, and Ashley too. But it’s not like we’re making you parade around in your diaper for everyone to see.”

I had flashbacks of Lucy’s little fantasy.

“I know this…”

“We’re adults. Well...some of us more than others. But this isn’t going to be that kind of party. Nobody wants to humiliate you. Embarrass and tease you? Sure, maybe a little. But I’d likely have done that even if I didn’t know you were a baby. Speaking of which…”

“Yes?” I took another sip of coffee.

“Will you be wearing a diaper to the party?”

“What? I mean.... Didn’t you just say that it...wasn’t that kind of party?”

She shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m just asking. I think I have Ashley convinced that she should wear one. Maybe it’d be nice if you did the same? Solidarity among the babies?”

Lucy and I had talked about it in a fantastical way, but I hadn’t given it actual consideration. Veronica was, unfortunately, right - it would probably mean a lot to Ashley if she wasn’t the only one at her party secretly wearing a diaper under her clothing. And Lucy would certainly enjoy it. And, on top of all of that, none of us would want to expose that truth. Not in front of Ashley’s friends. Our friends. Her coworkers.

It seemed like a win-win to me.

“If Lucy is going, I’ll wear one,” I said.

“That makes sense,” she said. “You’d want someone there who could take care of you if you made a pee-pee in your pants.”

I felt like I was back in Lucy’s lap all over again. I felt myself stiffening in my diaper.

Perhaps having met her quota for teasing me this morning, she abruptly changed the subject: “Do you have plans for this evening?”

“No. Why do you ask?”

“I was supposed to help Ashley with getting some things set up in her apartment tonight, but I’m probably going to be running late. Do you think you’d mind running over to her place after work and giving her a hand?”

My heart fluttered a little. More time spent alone with Ashley? I was absolutely in.

“I suppose I could,” I said, playing it cool.

--

A little thought had grown in my mind while I worked that day. It was the next part of that conversation with myself about what I was supposed to do with Lucy.

If the thing that was holding me up was Ashley, maybe I needed to talk to Ashley about it. Maybe she needed to know how I felt about her. Or, maybe, I needed to know that she felt the same way.

And even if it scared the hell out of me, maybe there was no better time to do it then when I went to her place that night.