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“Priscilla, I’ve known since the day we met that you and I would be together forever. And I can’t express how, uh, jubilant I feel now that we’re actually here on our wedding day and…”

He heard Caitlyn’s voice before he saw her in the mirror, standing behind him. “Really? Jubilant?”

“Ah, fuck,” Marc said with a sigh. “I was worried that sounded stupid.”

“Are these your vows?” she asked. Caitlyn walked into the room, closing the door behind her. She was wearing her pastel-pink bridesmaid dress–a contentious choice of color amongst the bridesmaids, from what he had heard. But he thought that between the dress and her meticulously styled hair, she looked amazing.

“Y-yeah. Well, they’re supposed to be. But everytime I read them aloud, they sound worse to me.”

“Well there’s part of the problem,” she said, shrugging. “You shouldn’t be reading from some cards–you should just be speaking from the heart.”

“I know, I know. I just…I’m no good at public speaking. The last thing I want to do is get up there in front of my whole family–and hers–and start rambling incoherently.”

“You can’t treat this like it’s a school project,” she said, slowly gliding around the room so that her dress billowed and spun around her. “The only person who matters–the only person you actually need to talk to–is Priscilla.”

“Yeah, I know.”

He had holed himself up in one of the guest rooms at his soon-to-be in-laws’ home, endlessly reciting the vows he had slaved over for the last two months. Just outside the window, he could see that everything for the ceremony was set up and ready to go. So many chairs. So many more flowers. People were slowly trickling in and taking their seats. In less than an hour, he’d be standing on that makeshift stage, finally marrying the woman of his dreams.

But Caitlyn was a welcome surprise. Not even his own best man had come to check on him. Truth be told, Caitlyn–a close friend of both Priscilla and his–was probably who he would’ve wanted to have come by if anyone had to.

“Look at you,” she said. “You’re a nervous mess. What is this?” she asked, picking up an empty beer bottle from the table. “You can’t show up drunk to your own wedding.”

“I’m not drunk,” he said. “I just needed to, you know, take the edge off a little.”

“If you ask me,” Caitlyn said, playfully swirling the last drops of beer in the bottle around, “if you wanted to soothe yourself, you’re using the wrong kind of bottle.”

“E-excuse me?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, her voice rich with faux-embarrassment. “Pretend I didn’t say anything.”

“No, you can’t just pretend you didn’t say that,” he said. There was more he wanted to say–her little quip seemed incredibly pointed and…informed. But he bit his tongue, hoping he had said enough.

“A little bird might have said a little something to me,” she said, shrugging nonchalantly. “Once upon a time.”

“Who said…” He stopped himself–he already knew who would’ve said something to her. Instead: “Exactly what did Priscilla tell you?”

Caitlyn giggled, putting the beer bottle down as she playfully pranced a little closer to the groom. “Oh, I was told a lot of things. And with all that knowledge, I can safely assume that what you really need is a baby bottle.”

He groaned with despair. Clearly she knew a lot–and to know even the smallest detail was to know far too much.

“She told you that?” he said.

“To be clear,” Caitlyn said, “she wasn’t mocking you or making fun of you or anything. It wasn’t coming from a place of humiliation. I think she was reveling in how you trusted her enough to let her play along with you.”

“Y-yeah, sure,” he said, tugging at the collar of his tux, which had suddenly grown far too tight and suffocating. “But, still–she actually told you about that?”

“It’s not a bad thing, Marc. Think of it this way: Just as you trusted her enough to let her in, she trusted me enough.”

“It’s not really her thing to let you in on, though,” he said, shaking his head.

He looked out the window again. More people were arriving. They were well-dressed and cleaned up. He could almost see the price-tags hovering each person’s head, giving the total amount spent between clothes, hair, makeup and transportation to be at this wedding. If it wasn’t for Caitlyn’s barging in, he’d probably be stressing about that on top of his pre-existing wedding day jitters.

Now, of all the things he could be stressing about on his wedding day, he was stressing about his friend’s revelation that she knew all about his secrets.

“Your timing for this couldn’t have been any worse,” he said. “Not only do I not want to have this conversation with you, but I especially don’t want to be having it minutes before I’m due to be married.”

“I disagree,” Caitlyn said. “In fact, I’d argue that what you need right now is a nice, thick…”

“N-no,” he protested. “Don’t say it.”

“...diaper.”

His face, which had steadily been getting a little more pink as their interaction had gone on anyway, bloomed into a deeper shade of red. He suddenly felt both entirely too hot and too cold. The tuxedo felt two sizes too small and was crushing his body.

“What are you trying to do to me?” he asked. “I don’t have time for this right now!”

She giggled, shaking her head. “This is exactly the time for this.”

He had been the one to say ‘this’ first, but the reality was that he had no idea what ‘this’ even was. Caitlyn, on the other hand, seemed to know exactly what it was.

“M-maybe we can revisit this conversation later,” he said, taking a step forward in an effort to shepherd her out the door. “Or never. Never is good too.”

To his relief, his efforts actually seemed to be working–she was actually heading back towards the door. He could argue that the damage was already done–he was not only terrified of how much Caitlyn knew, but who else Priscilla might have talked to–but he already knew that this was going to be an all-consuming thought in these final moments before the wedding.

She opened the door, but didn’t leave. Instead, she stood at the doorway and reached out into the hallway. When she retracted her hand, it was suddenly holding a large black purse of somesort. She closed the door again. And, this time, she locked it.

“I-I thought you were leaving,” he said.

“I didn’t show up to tease you about diapers just to duck out. That would’ve been pretty rude.”

“As opposed to whatever it is you’re doing now?” he asked, hands on his hips. “So what are you doing here, then?”

“I brought you a present,” she said, reaching into the bag.

“Please don’t tell me that you brought a…”

But it was too late–Caitlyn had already pulled her ‘gift’ from the purse. It was–exactly as Marc had feared it would be–a diaper. And not just a diaper, this was an especially familiar design. Mostly white with pink and yellow shapes, and cartoonish drawings of cute bears and baby blocks–these were the exact diapers he had stashed away under his bed at the home he shared with Priscilla.

“First of all,” Caitlyn said, holding up the diaper in front of her own face to get a good look at it. “Can I just say how fucking adorable these are? They don’t even make actual baby diapers that look this cute.”

He worried that his face had reached its maximum blushitude. An iota more embarrassment and he may have just burst into flames. Of course, he thought that if spontaneous combustion was going to be what got him out of this situation, so be it.

“How did you get that?”

“Does it matter?”

Truthfully? No, probably not. Besides, he could probably take an educated guess. Priscilla, in all her storytelling, had probably revealed to Caitlyn exactly where all these naughty little things had been hidden. And, then, Caitlyn had just taken it upon herself to go exploring through those things.

“Th-that’s mine,” he said, attempting to snatch it from her hand.

He was much too slow. She playfully pulled it away at the last moment, holding it up in front of him again. Twice more he attempted to grab at the large diaper, failing both times.

“I’ll give it to you,” she said. “But only on my terms.”

He swallowed nervously. A quick glance out the window revealed that even more people were congregating in advance of the ceremony.

He had little desire to let Caitlyn get away with whatever stunt she was trying to pull, but he was also curious what it would take to get her to leave him be.

“What are your terms?” he asked.

“You let me put this diaper on you.”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” he spat. “Now? Today? I don’t know if you’ve somehow forgotten, but I’m getting married in a little bit. People are waiting for me. Expecting me. I can’t just show up in a…diaper.”

“I haven’t been to a wedding in a while,” Caitlyn said with a sarcastic shrug. “But I don’t think there’s a part where the groom has to take off his pants and show everyone what he’s wearing.”

“Caitlyn, please. I can’t do this right now. Not today.”

Not ever.

Marc considered himself to be a good boyfriend. A loyal partner. He had never cheated on Priscilla before. He hadn’t so much as flirted with another woman. When his groomsmen begged for a strip-club bachelor party, he had turned them down. But now, in his final moments as a technically-single man, his cute friend was approaching him with a thick diaper in her hands. The final test?

Was it ‘cheating’ if it was just…getting put into a diaper? Final tests tended to be the hardest, with this being no exception.

“I’m afraid that I won’t be taking ‘no’ for an answer,” she said, shaking the diaper in his direction so that it crinkled loudly.

“I…I can’t…”

“Oh come on, Marc. Just let me put the big baby in his diaper. We both know you’d feel better with it on.”

This struck an unexpected chord with him. She was right. Diapers, and baby paraphernalia, might have had its origins in his life as a sexual fetish, but he had grown to love the comfort of diapers. These days, he was more likely to slip into a diaper because he wanted that comfort–and not because he just wanted to get off.

And, damn, a diaper did actually sound pretty good. All that stress and worry in his system? Maybe he actually would have felt much better in a thick diaper.

“Maybe you could just…leave it here,” he said. He hoped the implication was clear: “...and then you can leave.”

“I’m afraid not,” she said, folding her arms in front of her. “Babies don’t get to put diapers on themselves. You want it? You’re gonna get me putting it on you.”

“But…Cait. C’mon. You don’t actually think that Priscilla would allow for…”

“Priscilla isn’t here right now,” she said.

“Damn right! She’s somewhere down there,” he said, pointing over his shoulder and out the window. “She’s getting ready for our wedding ceremony. Which…we’re getting very close to. I can’t just…”

“I’m not asking you to fuck me,” she said, laughing. “I’m telling you to take your pants off and lie down on the bed so I can put you in a diaper.”

It was hard to say, even for Marc, which detail it was that put him over the edge. Was it that he wanted the diaper for its comfort? Did he just want to appease Caitlyn so she’d leave him alone? Or…did he actually want that final naughty moment under his belt before he walked down the aisle?

“Okay, fine,” he said. “If you really want to do this…”

“I do,” she said.

“Okay, okay.”

“Come on,” she said, now herding him towards the bed. “I promise, I’ll be nice and quick.”

He removed his belt and unbuttoned his trousers, letting them tumble to the ground. He knew he had to act quick about this–if he spent even a single moment thinking about it, he’d panic and stop.

Just do it. Get it done with. Worry about it later.

He was on his back on the bed. She pulled his grey boxer-briefs off and set them to the side before flattening the diaper and sliding it under him.

“I’ve never changed a baby quite as big as you,” she said. “I’ve changed, you know, little babies and stuff. I thought it’d be the same, but…”

She didn’t need to finish that thought. He knew what she was thinking: there was nothing quite like putting a grown man into a big diaper.

Were this another time, he wondered if his cock would be erect. This was very hot. Just the idea of his cute friend barging into a room and ordering him to get on his back so that he could be diapered–this was straight out of a fantasy. Of course, if it was a fantasy, who knows what wildly inappropriate place the scenario would go. Maybe she’d ride his cock a little before taping up the diaper. Maybe he’d push a foul smelling mess into his new diaper that she’d also be willing to change. Maybe she’d…

“Unnnhh…” He was completely caught off guard by the sensation that forced that long groan from his mouth.

It should’ve been immediately obvious what she had done–there was only one thing that made him moan like that. But it still took him a moment or two before he could actually identify that sensation as Caitlyn’s finger–deep inside his tight asshole.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“I was going to apologize for that,” she said, chuckling to herself a little. “But going by that reaction, I’m wondering if you should be thanking me.”

“But…why are you…unnh…doing this?”

“Oh, you know, that classic wedding tradition of sticking a finger up the groom’s bum.”

“Wait…wh-what?”

“I’m kidding, you big baby. I was just putting a suppository in your bottom before I finished diapering you.”

“What?!”

“Do you actually need me to repeat that?”

“A…suppository? Cait, are you out of your mind? It’s my wedding day! I have to walk down the aisle and read my vows to Priscilla. In front of all these people! I can’t just be…uhm…”

“Pooping your pants?”

“Yes! Exactly!”

“I don’t see what the big deal is,” she said. “You’ll be wearing a diaper. And I’m sure the diaper will hold it.”

Despite his vocal objections to whatever it was that Caitlyn had planned, he appeared to be all talk and no action. He remained on his back. His bottom remained on the diaper. He had made no effort to leave the bed or to squirrel away from her. This said far more than his words had.

Caitlyn hadn’t missed a beat, nor had she slowed down at all during Marc’s complaining. She stuck to her guns, pulling the front of the diaper up through his legs before taping everything into place.

“You were just joking, right?” he asked. “You didn’t actually shove a suppository up my ass?”

“You can choose to believe whatever you’d like,” she said. “But maybe keep that diaper on. Just in case you’re wrong.”

He slowly sat up on the bed as Caitlyn stepped back to admire her–admittedly decent–diapering job. He looked down at the thick colorful diaper between his legs.

“Oh, wait,” Caitlyn said. “I forgot one final detail.”

“Haven’t you done enough?”

But his question had fallen on deaf ears. She rummaged through her large purse again, ignoring him, until she found what she wanted. A black permanent marker. His head tilted curiously, but instead of asking her intent with it, he just waited. And watched.

She uncapped the marker and immediately began writing on his inner thighs. He opened his mouth, ready to ask what she was doing, but he already knew it didn’t matter. Whatever was happening, he was in it now. Deep in it.

“There,” she finally said. “That should about do it.”

He tilted his head in the other direction, trying to read it. Between the angle and her handwriting, he wasn’t exactly sure what it said.

She laughed and read it aloud for him: “It says: ‘Congratulations on your wedding and on your first baby.’”

“I…I don’t get it.”

“I’m not here for you, silly,” she said, giggling again. “I’m here for Priscilla. This was my wedding gift to her.”

“Gift? You’re giving her…me? In a diaper?”

“Silly boy. Do you have any idea how much Priscilla loves you when you’re crawling around in a diaper?”

“Well, I mean, I know that she seems to like it, but…”

“She adores Baby Marc,” Caitlyn continued. “That's all she can talk about! She just wants to keep you in diapers all the time. Change all of your dirty diapers. Feed you with a bottle. Give you baths.”

“R-really? She wants…all that?”

“Oh yes. And so I thought I’d help facilitate that. For one, I’ve ordered a rather large quantity of diapers for you. I was told these are your favorites.”

“Well…yeah…”

“But I wanted to do more than just have a bunch of diapers dropped off at your house. I wanted to help kickstart this new life you and Priscilla are going to have together. And I can’t think of a better way to do that than for you to show up to your wedding in a diaper. And, probably at some point between now and the end of the wedding, you’ll have a big gift of your own deposited into the diaper that she can then clean up for you. You have to admit–that’s pretty romantic, right?”

“Y-you could’ve just told me your plan!” he said. “I would’ve willingly worn a diaper and pissed myself for her if I knew that’s what she wanted.”

She just shrugged. “What’s the fun in that?”

His hand grasped the padding between his legs, giving it a gentle squeeze. That firm-yet-soft resistance. That crinkle. Regardless of how insane this scene had become, there was still something so incredibly soothing about a big thick diaper.

“Okay,” he finally said, taking a deep breath.

“Okay?”

“I…I think you’re right. She deserves the big baby she wants. I’ve got to hurry up and get some pants on over my diaper.”

“Good,” she said. “You’re going to go through with it?”

“The wedding?”

“I mean the diaper,” she said with a grin.

“I don’t have much of a choice, do I?”

“You could always run to a toilet,” she said, shrugging. “Tear off that diaper and pretend none of this ever happened.”

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “If she wants to marry a baby…she’s going to marry a baby.”

“And then,” Caitlyn added, “she can change her first diaper as your wife. And mommy.”

He was still anxious. In some ways–and in consideration of the noisey diaper and potential accident during the nuptials–even more anxious than he had been before. Yet this tension seemed to take a backseat to the excitement that was growing in him. The more he thought about entering his marriage as Priscilla’s baby, the less anything else in the world mattered.

“Thank you,” he said.

She laughed, reaching forward and playfully booping his nose. “You and I both want her to be happy. And we’ll both do whatever it takes for that.”

He nodded.

“And, you know, I didn’t do this entirely for you and her,” she said. “There’s a little bit of selfishness on my part.”

“How so?”

“That sort of exuberance. That…passion that she has for making you her little baby boy. That sort of feeling can be kind of contagious, you know? Somewhere between snooping around your baby supplies, ordering diapers, and then showing up here and putting you in a diaper myself…well, I’d say that I’m kind of hooked. And so if I can’t have a giant baby boy of my own, I’m hoping that this gift can at least convince Priscilla that I’d be an excellent babysitter.”

There was no doubt in his mind that Priscilla would feel the same way. This would not be the last time that Caitlyn put him in a diaper.

“Y-yeah,” he said. “I guess so.”

“Come on, poofy-butt,” Caitlyn said, grabbing his pants off the ground. “We’ve got to get you out there for your big day.”

Soon, he was outside–looking up at the same window that he had been looking out of just minutes earlier. A lot had changed since he was up there. A lot would need to be changed, again, soon enough.

He couldn’t be certain, but he swore he felt the slightest twist in his guts. It wasn’t nerves, it was something else. Something naughtier. Messier.

But he was certain that it wasn’t his nerves. It couldn’t have been. For the first time all day–maybe for the first time since he had proposed to Priscilla–he was feeling calm and confident about standing up in front of everyone. Maybe it was the comfortable padding between his legs.

Or maybe it was simply the satisfaction of knowing that he’d soon be in the care of his new wife–his new mommy.

“Marc,” someone asked. “I think we’re all set to begin. Are you ready?”

Despite the little cramp he just felt in his stomach, he was smiling. “I think I'm good to go."