Changing For Love - Community Story #1 (Patreon)

Hey! First I need to preface this with that it was not the winning story. No winner has been chosen yet; still taking submissions! I happened to have some extra time though and suddenly had an idea I really wanted to run with based off a prompt that was suggested. This is just something that I really felt like writing, and I hope that you enjoy reading!

Story made from a community-given prompt! The following was:

Timid young woman's boyfriend is losing interest in her; in a desperate move to keep him, she indulges in his fantasies of her being cucked and diapered. She hates being demeaned and 'sharing' her boyfriend, but is too scared to stand up for herself, for fear of winding up alone.

- Anonymous

The following story features a different kind of adult content that I usually write, such a sex, cuckolding, and vivid descriptions of such things. With that being said, please enjoy, and I hope to have more suggestions from all you wonderful folks! 

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Changing for Love

If only they had a full-length mirror.

Mercy sighed, trying to image ‘sexiness’ or ‘attractive’ with one leg awkwardly hiked up on the bathroom counter just so its reflection would be in view, all the while she ran a brush through her salon-groomed hair over and over.

“If he doesn’t get hard over at least this much…!” she groaned as she threw her foot down, spinning around in hopes of being fast enough to see her ass lagging behind in the mirror. If only she were faster than light. But a reassuring pat on the back of her near-bare bum would have to suffice. No. More than suffice. It couldn’t be anything less.

She sighed again with angst between her eyebrows as she adjusted the shoulder straps. She tested the cups, squeezing her breasts in hopes of a cleavage starting to form. But a magician could only make tricks if they were working with a full enough deck of cards.

Not even tube socks would get her through this one.

“It’s fine…it’s fine…” she soothed herself again, smoothing out the wrinkles, standing up straight, sticking out her bum, pouring out her chest, and smiling. She flicked the frills one last time along her panties, then with one last resolute look in the mirror, paraded out the door with pride.

“Hey baabe!” her smooth and sultry voice wafted through the apartment as well as her brand-name perfume would start to do the same.

“Huh? What was that?” Her voice reached him first, and he was mid-sentence, lounging on the sofa when she walked into the room, one sway in her hips after the other.

Three more steps and he’ll have the perfect view… Right…here!

And she stopped with a seductive grin that carried all the confidence in the world.

“Oh…” a meek-sounding voice came from Justin, one leg raised and the other extended and straight, dressed in baggy jeans to produce the worst combination imaginable.

How am I gonna see if you’re pitching a tent?!

“Oh~,” Mercy mimicked, tilting her whole body the other way as a hand sat on her hip, starting slow and ending fast, letting gravity give all her pretty parts as much weight and size as it could.

“When uh…” Justin asked with a curious smile, staring at nothing but her and his girlfriend’s figure, “when did you go and get this?”

Mercy slightly stuck out her head in innocent surprise, just like she practiced in the mirror ten minutes ago. “Oh, this?” she looked down at herself, tracing a hand over the hills on her chest, ending in the valley below. Her fingers brushed the silk that hung beneath her breasts, parting ways and showcasing the patterned, skin-tight mesh covering her flat stomach. Intricate purple panties covered her crotch, staying as modest as lingerie could be in the front, and exciting ending in the shape of a T on the back. A small treat she had ready for the third act. “Mmm…who knows?” she puckered her lips, shrugging her shoulders.

And the curious smile only widened, and Mercy genuinely smiled back.

She took one step forward, then two, then three, until finally:

“You weren’t gonna hog the couch all to yourself now, were you?” she teased as she gingerly mounted him, ending right where her crotch could spot any “activity” that might start to happen in his pants. Her upper half started leaning in closer and closer, all while her bare hands slipped under his shirt, tracing his skin and finding their way up to his toned chest. Until finally her chest hung just above his and she could lock lips at a moment’s notice. In a sultry whisper, she asked, “Do you like?”

And a second lingered, likely for the sexually overwhelmed man to collect his thoughts. Until he blinked and stammered aloud, “Uh-uhm, y-yeah! I–...I like it a lot…”

Mercy was ready to kiss, but she didn’t, stopping just as her face came half an inch closer. Slowly, she retracted her hands from underneath his shirt.

Let’s move things up a little…

With undivided attention, the lovers kept their eyes on one another as she blindly found his wrists, working her hands up behind his like strings that made a puppet move, and she raised her hips so his palms could await her bare bottom like a kid about to fish in a cookie jar.

And the moment she felt his touch, her hips gyrated just to give him the whole dessert.

Justin’s eyes slightly widened, and an attractive giggle left Mercy’s mouth.

“I think I just found something you really like, huh?” she teased, just maybe speaking her silent hopes into reality.

“Y-yeah,” Justin nodded again, albeit close to a dead-fish kind of answer. “I really do.”

And for just a second her playful smile faltered, so she tried to mask the moment of imperfection with an alluring hair flick. She drove her behind into his hands some more, like trying to entice a plentiful squeeze that he just wasn’t making. So she drove her ass back, his hands included, skipping the pleasantries this time and unzipping his pants.

“Maybe someone else wants to talk to me, huh?” Mercy teased Justin for just a moment, right before looking at the bulge in his underwear.

“H-hey, Mercy…”

She smiled to see the impressive size, then hooked his briefs and tugged them down, letting the waistband slap back beneath his balls where his manhood couldn’t hide. And the moment she gripped his cock in her hand…

She wasn’t smiling anymore. The act was over.

“What? What the fuck is this?” Mercy spat in disbelief, whining as she shook the floppy joystick in her hand. “Justin!”

“W-wait…can you not…touch it like that…?”

But between trying unexpected tactics and genuine frustration, she tugged his dick some more and spun it around.

“How are you not hard?!” she cried, trying to make something happen with his balls next.

“B-babe…I’m sorry, b-but can you just stop touching me like that…?”

“Like this?” and she intensified her touches, trying to be as invasive and sexually stimulating as she could. She dropped his dick, grinded her crotch against his. Did her best to burrow it between her breasts; anything and everything short of actual penetration. Until finally she threw up her hands in frustration, shouting, “WHY AREN’T YOU ERECT?!”

And finally Justin sighed, sitting up and grabbing his girlfriend by the waist. A meek meep was the final blow to the sexual tension, and she was promptly placed on an empty end of the couch where Justin could swing out his legs and sit beside her.

As he sighed, true misery started to show on the girl’s face.

“Why…?” she asked again, only now the tears were on their way. Lurched over she held her knees together.

“Mercy…I promise,” Justin extended an arm and held her by the far shoulder. “You are attractive. You’re sexy. You’re beautiful. You’re cute. I love you more than anything–”

But the contradictory cock between his legs made Mercy flick her head, staring tear-filled daggers at him.

“I-I am attracted to you!” he doubled down, but with a wavering voice. Was he lying? Was he just trying to make her feel better?

So she sniffled again, sinking into her hands.

“Please…just be honest! I’ve tried everything!” she cried again. Lord, what hadn’t she tried? Roleplay, foreplay, making out, touching naughty places, couples games, sex toys, porn in the bedroom, and nothing. “Have you been masturbating? Is that why I don’t turn you on?”

“Mercy, you do!” Justin claimed again, sounding just as confident, but yet again, anything after the fact felt as flaccid and weak-willed as his manhood. “I…!” he sighed, looking up at the ceiling. “I just…I’m just…”

“Are you gay?”

“I am attracted to you in…” Justin’s hand fell on his face, and Mercy just barely turned her head, widening her eyes at the blush growing on his face. “In ways you might find…weird…”

“W-weird?” she mumbled back through her tears. “Y-you’re attracted to me?” Was this it? Was begging his turn-on? Four months into their relationship and Mercy had figured him for a vanilla, but maybe he was just a misbranded flavor. “W-well…how? What? Tell me!”

Four months without legitimate intimacy wasn’t without good reason. Mercy stuck around for as long as she did because there was obviously more to it than just sex. Young love was special, but a young guy that checked all the boxes was even better. Dependable, reliable, kind, caring, considerate; a man who doesn’t mind cleaning and cooking just as much as his other half. They watched shows and movies, indulged in each other's hobbies, went out together, did parties, shared mutual friends…

It was perfect. So close to being perfect. The last step was conquering the bedroom, but Mercy was lost without a clue and Justin was too timid to share the map. The irony though, because it made Mercy’s heart ache just thinking if it was only a matter of time.

Was he unsatisfied and just too kind to show it? Was he already looking to start dating other women? What was she doing wrong? How could she fix it? What did they need to change? What had to be done to make something so great work? Her constant grooming and purchase-making was a testament to the nervous wreck love was starting to make her. She couldn’t enjoy the normal parts if she knew they were lacking in the sexual ones.

“I’m just…I’m afraid you’ll be mad at me…or…you’ll want to leave me.”

“What?” Mercy let out a frustrated whine. She shoved him as best she could, only managing to make the mighty man of muscle lean over just a bit. Another thing: she loved being the little spoon. But aside from that, “What? Just say it! Do you want to lick my feet, or something?!”

“A-ahm…” Justin choked, and Mercy was just about ready to offer her toes.

“TELL ME!”

“I-I want you in diapers,” he blurted aloud.

Silence ensued.

Mercy’s lips imploded and her expression went from frustrated to shock.

“H…huh?”

And Justin looked ready to die.

“D…diapers…” he said again, far quieter and more embarrassed.

“...Continue,” Mercy commanded, and shock kept being traded blow for blow.

So surprisingly, after forever in trying to find the solution, Justin did. Just kidding. “It’s mean though…you won’t like it…!”

“DON’T SAY DIAPERS AND JUST STOP THERE!” She screamed as she pounced him.

The neighbors both above and below that night would be particularly aggravated.

…And weirded out.

So one long while later, with a robe over Mercy and her lingerie, the couple sat shoulder to shoulder, speechless, particularly because of one of them.

“It’s not normal, is it…” Justin broke the uncomfortable silence.

And Mercy, resting her chin in her hand, muttered back, “No, it’s not.”

But what felt normal anymore?

A relationship where the cuddles and hugs had dried up, and what remained of apparent physical shows of love and affection always felt questionable for their authenticity and legitimacy. Their interest in each other was waning, as much as it was alive and well. The battle had been won on one front, but the war still had a whole other battlefield to unfold.

“S-say it again…” Mercy sighed. “Explain it to me one more time.”

“A…Are you sure?” Justin nervously asked.

“I wouldn’t be asking if I wasn’t serious about this…” Mercy moaned. He was the one acting apologetic to her, but Mercy didn’t want apologies. She wanted a solution. Even as she tried to set the pieces straight in her head, the fantasy felt so far from reality and stuck inside fiction that an innate feeling of inadequacy in herself seemed more appropriate. Their relationship was failing because of her, and as insane as it seemed, this might be the only solution.

“I want to keep you in diapers,” he started, repeating what still went down her throat like a bitter and strange pill. “And…I…I want to have sex with someone else.”

“Someone else…” Mercy muttered with a scoff, only because acting angry was the best way to stop herself from crying. “Am I really not enough?”

“No!” Justin was firm, holding her by the shoulders. “Mercy, I swear, you’re everything to me. When…when I say someone else, I don’t mean somebody specific. A stranger, somebody I don’t care about, someone I don’t actually love!”

And yet he expressed his desire to have sex with strangers more than his own girlfriend. The hurt on her face did all the talking.

“It’s…” he groaned, disgusted by his own inability, “It’s all about you. About us. It’s because you could be with any guy you wanted that I…I want to own that part of you so badly… I want you to watch me be with someone else, make you feel small…locked up. H-how…how does that make you feel?”

“Terrible!” Mercy cried. “I want to be the one that makes you feel good!”

“And you do!” Justin insisted. “You will. You will make me happy. So happy. Because…I know it’s hard to imagine, but being with someone else, knowing that you know…just knowing how frustrated, sexually, it might make you feel…”

And if there was a perfect time for Justin’s knees to be spread, Mercy’s eyes widened at the sight of it.

She had to undo his jeans and underwear just to see the beginnings of a rocket that’d never take off, but she was watching a mountain emerging from the ground. A tent was trying to be pitched.

The dick did not lie. His words came with weight.

“Are…are you some kind of sadist?” Mercy asked, too innocently amazed to not reach down for his bulging crotch. Just feeling the hardness was putting thoughts in her head that made her moist.

And yet, the more she fondled and felt, the weaker the member got, until the brave soldier just about fully retreated. As if she sapped all his sexual stimulation for herself.

“What? Hey! Make it go back up again!” she complained. “Just think more of those thoughts! Fantasize me! Can’t we just do that?”

“I…I really want this, Mercy,” Justin poured out in every sense. “I want us to work so badly, and I think you’re the perfect woman… But…I need this. I really need this, because it’s all I can think about, and I’ve just been too afraid to tell you because of how you might react.”

“Wh…well…why even the diapers, then?” Mercy frowned. Being cucked was obviously the bigger issue, but padding pegged for ageplay at best made it even more confusing.

“Chastity…? I don’t know…” Justin hadn’t stopped blushing for the past hour. “It’s…attractive, I don’t know. The thing that stops you from having sex, or masturbating. It’s like I’m in charge of you that way, sort of like…”

“A daddy?” Mercy finished for him, then noticed the twitch in his pants. Daddy…

“I know it’s a lot…I’m not asking for something right this minute…but…” he looked at her with a loss for words.

And Mercy went back to a difficult, painful expression. She hardly understood. Words didn’t even begin to describe a modicum of what he was suggesting, and bias could only make her doubt it all for self-hating reasons. What’s more was how earnest he sounded. How he stressed the importance of this. In other words, this was essential. A deal-breaker in their relationship.

An ultimatum.

Mercy suddenly stood from the couch.

“I’m going to bed,” she announced, leaving Justin behind.

“M…Mercy…?” Justin called, nervous and unsure.

She stopped in the middle of the hallway, speaking back but without turning her head.

“We’ll…we’ll talk more about this tomorrow…”

And a woman far too desperate to keep what they had already made up her mind. Next was just getting her heart to follow suit.

Two long and pensive months went by.

A relationship on eggshells, another night, but far more fateful than the one seen prior. Mercy fidgeted uncomfortably by the door, pacing in bare feet around their apartment while Justin sat on the couch, bouncing his knees nervously.

“A-and you’re sure about this?” Justin asked her as she moved to and fro.

“Nope. Not at all,” her tone trembled as she moved. She felt hardly more composed than the night Justin confessed this all to her. Maybe even less so now.

And the doorbell nearly made her collapse into pieces right then and there.

It was time.

She had arrived.

“I-I’ll get it,” Justin stood upright, but Mercy was far faster than him, marching ahead with her shorter legs.

“No. I’ll do it.” She had to. She needed to. She was the one in control of this. She was the reason why any of it was allowed to happen. So she could remember this moment later tonight…knowing she got to open the door…and meet the woman who would fuck her boyfriend.

But big, bouncing breasts were the last thing Mercy expected at an eye-level. A ribbed sweater with a thick puffy collar around her slender neck. Wavy locks of blackish brown accented by blondish gold gave her the perfect head of hair. Lips with just the right amount of fullness, slightly shiny, long lashes and a light coat of makeup for a face that didn’t need to compete with cosmetics. Her long beige overcoat ended at her ankles, right with her snug, calf-length skirt and stockings underneath. Flats that gave the feeling of business casual, except it just felt “right” for a woman so tall, beautifully unmatched in every way possible, and wearing something just to tone down her shape.

Girlfriend instincts were kicking in, and Mercy already felt feral.

“Oh, I wasn’t expecting you to answer so quickly!” the woman laughed innocently, and Mercy forced one back five times more awkwardly. “Mercy? Right?” she smiled with her hands folded together.

She actually remembered my name… The woman just looking to have sex with her boyfriend. Mercy was just an awkward fly on the wall. An obstacle that had to be at least acknowledged.

“Lauren, right?” Mercy grit her teeth.

“Mhm!” she nodded earnestly. This wasn’t their first time speaking. They had a few conversations over the phone (all three of them), so it wasn’t completely strange tonight. If only icebreakers for cuckolding sex though were effective. She was just a few years above Mercy, and only one above Justin, and yet the vibes she put off made the gap seem like lightyears. Like a kid letting their mom’s friend in right before bedtime. Especially as Mercy answered in a crop-top and short-shorts. What did she have to prove to this man-stealer, anyway?

“Is it okay if I come in?” Lauren kindly asked, taking the first step, scaring Mercy back a foot the moment her monstrous breasts looked ready to attack her.

Is she even wearing a bra? Keep those on a leash!

“M…mm…” Mercy stepped to the side, and Lauren entered, already looking up and around.

“Oh wow~!” she cooed, “your apartment looks so lovely!” and as she watched she lifted her legs, one at a time as she separated her shoes from her feet. Not letting them fall with a clamor, but calmly setting them down and pairing them together. Like she was polite, or something.

“Uhm…hi there?” Justin finally entered the picture, stuck with a hand in his pocket and the other with a wave. Like a nervous schoolboy. Like a kid with a crush. A crush that wasn’t for Mercy.

Is this making him hard now?

“Hiii~!” Lauren waved right back, sounding far more enthusiastic than she was with Mercy. Maybe in part because Mercy wasn’t nearly as warm, but also in part because she wasn’t the one offering dick for dinner that night. “Justin!” she nodded like she had to affirm her memory, then looked at Mercy again, chuckling a small bit.

Like a tease. Like she was gonna get to cuck a little girl that night.

At least that’s what Mercy could only think.

“You uh…you look great?” Justin commented, but it came out like a question when he watched his girlfriend in the corner of his eye. AKA, choose your words very fucking carefully.

“Thank you!” she fawned over the words. “I hope it goes without saying, but you look amazing too!” And like a third wheel that had to be acknowledged, “And Mercy, I love the clothes!”

“This?” Mercy pinched her own top, like she didn’t believe it for half a second.

“Yeah!” she nodded just as earnestly. “Cute and cozy; love the look! Can I put this somewhere?” She addressed them both as she disrobed her jacket, but ultimately deferred to the man of the house, and in that instance Mercy didn’t like what she saw. Not only in the front, but she had titans in the back too. A bum that even behind a skirt Mercy knew far outclassed hers. She was smaller in every way, and this was the woman about to woo the man of Mercy’s dreams. A dream that was quickly turning into a nightmare.

“Y-yeah! Of course!” Justin the suck-up (per Mercy’s thoughts) scrambled over and took her jacket, hanging it in the adjacent closet. “It’s uhm…great to finally meet.”

“Right?” Lauren laughed, throwing out her arms, and Mercy watched Justin be swarmed by a breast-rubbing hug. “Sooo great! Ah! Mercy, you too!” she flicked with a hand, insinuating her to join the embrace.

And as much as she didn’t want to, she did need to be part of everything as much as she could. To feel as little like a prop as she was going to be.

The woman was warm and soft, but with a height that sat comfortably with her boyfriend’s, Mercy was the one sandwiched between Man and Mommy breasts at the moment.

“So…?” Lauren kept the ball rolling as she let them go, twiddling her thumbs as her own sign of anxiousness. “I take it we’re all a little worried about how tonight’s gonna go?”

“Yes,” Justin blurted out almost immediately, and Mercy somehow felt slightly offended.

Until finally she admitted, “Yes…a lot.”

And a huge sigh erupted from the woman. “Thank goodness! I’m glad I’m not the only one! Don’t get me wrong; I’m as excited as you both are–”

Ah, yes. Because Mercy was already waiting for diapers and deprivation from sex with bated breath.

“--but well, you know,” she giggled, “doing is a whole lot more than saying!”

“Y-yeah,” Justin nodded again. “Uhm, so we were…” he looked at Mercy, “Mercy and I were uh,” say me and my GIRLFRIEND, idiot! “thinking that maybe we could do dinner first?”

“Oh, of course!” Lauren nodded, smiling appreciatively first at Mercy, then Justin. “Maybe something light? Like takeout?”

“Definitely. Just what we were thinking,” Justin said, speaking for them both about something they never discussed nor agreed upon. “Did you have a specific thing in mind?”

“Mm…not really,” Lauren shook her head. “Maybe it can be Mercy’s choice?” she suggested, and did not elaborate. Simply smiled, looking sweet, loving and all-inclusive.

But just about every action was rank with conspiracy, or the writing itself was clearly on the wall.

Sorry for having sexsies with your boyfriend! As an apology, why don’t you pick what we eat tonight? After all, Justin’s gonna be eating me out anyway~!

Mercy was the only one going without dessert, and somehow, that’s what gave her boyfriend an erection.

“Pizza,” was all she said.

“Good choice!” Lauren nodded. “I’ll take mine with pepperoni!”

“We usually do one with bacon too…” Justin was in a hurry to get his phone.

And Mercy wanted sausage.

“That was so yummy!” Lauren finished licking her last finger. She bumped her hip against Mercy as she adjusted in her seat. The real girlfriend insisted on being between them both. Holding them both back by the leash until the very last minute. “I’m gonna have to remember that place!”

“Yeah, we usually get from there a couple times a month,” Justin said after a sip of water. “They usually don’t run out of toppings like that, though. Sorry they didn’t have any sausage left, Merc.” He sounded sorry. Apologetic. Like that was the thing that’d ruin her night. Then again, that’s what he wanted…

“It’s fine,” Mercy was brief, still off-standish. While Justin was finally warming up to the naturally bubbly woman, Mercy was still the cold, hard rock stuck in a dark place. Though, more aptly, between marshmallow and muscle. Christ, is that why Lauren was the one who came? Was Justin too attractive?

But the food was gone, their bellies were full, and there were no more distractions. Just one thing left.

And naturally, the one to initiate the next step was none other than the sweater-wearing titty monster herself, smiling at the couple, indicating what could only be communicated through sexually tense vibes.

“So maybe…?”

“Uhm…y-yeah,” Justin nodded, “o-oh, but…” he looked down at Mercy, like his own girlfriend was an afterthought. “Are you ready…?” he whispered, as if Lauren wasn’t meant to hear the words two feet in front of her.

And the boobs hanging right beside her peripheral screamed that she wasn’t, but she was prolonging an inevitable that would somehow save their relationship or put to an end what should’ve died a long time ago.

“Yeah,” she took a deep breath. “I am.”

“Ohk…okay…” Justin breathed himself, as everyone was quickly realizing that dreams were about to come to life.

“Ready?” Lauren asked again, finally sounding like a cue to psych herself up, even. “Okay…!”

“The uh, bedroom is down the hall,” Justin leaned over and pointed, being the first to stand. Followed by Lauren, and lastly by Mercy, but not of her own volition.

She was speechless, not even commenting on it, but she stood there beside Lauren, partly because her hand had been forcefully interwoven with the other woman’s. Like a mother crossing the street with her daughter. Her grip was gentle and her fingers were soft. Manicured and moisturized, just like Mercy did her own. Just like she tried to make herself beautiful for her own sake and Justin’s. The slightly bigger and longer fingers worked between Mercy’s like magic. Like a key fitting into a socket.

And with that hold, only known to the two girls, they all made their way to the bed originally meant for two.

Then the moment they crossed the threshold, less and less punches were being pulled.

“Mmm…” Lauren hummed, “first I guess we should get Mercy ready…?”

Get her ready. Like she was the one about to be in for the ride of a lifetime.

“Y-yeah,” Justin agreed and broke for the closet, leaving Mercy there still holding Lauren’s hand with her heart ready to burst from her chest. She was still upset, unsure and nervous, but now what was about to be done to her was a different something that she hadn’t thought about at all.

She was about to be diapered for the first time in about twenty-something years.

“Oh~!” Lauren gasped at what came forth, and Mercy blushed nervously. “Those are so cute!”

And she probably wasn’t referring to the towel meant to be a changing mat.

Mercy had no comment. It was the first time seeing them herself. She wanted nothing to do with any reminders of tonight until the day of. He held a stuffed plastic package of thick adult diapers. But not just any kind. Not the ones that came cheap at the drugstore. Plain white, plastic-backed and decorated with animals peeking over the plastic landing strip like a zoo lived inside the diaper.

Four tapes. Crinkly and noisy.

The farthest thing from a sex toy.

“And like we all discussed…” Justin nervously started by staring at Lauren, but ending on Mercy.

“I get to change her, right?” Lauren politely raised her hand. Mercy creased her brow, and Justin nodded.

“I’m gonna wait out in the hall, if that’s okay…with you both?” Justin asked, Mercy gave a look that said she didn’t want him to leave, but Lauren gave him a tiny wave as a send off. The door quietly clicked shut.

“Oh-kay,” Lauren huffed, letting Mercy’s hand go and situating her own on her hips. “Let’s get these open!” she went for the diapers and started tearing open the top. Mercy thought to unfold the tower just to help, but instead sat on the bed like she was in a catatonic state.

But the woman’s face dropped right in front of her.

“Mercy? Doing okay?”

And she blinked, unsure of what to say, really. It didn’t feel very reassuring to be consoled by the woman about to cuck her, which is why it was all the more insulting. Her little moments of “power” earlier in the night meant nothing. Who cared if she answered the door, decided dinner, and sat between the fated lovers? It didn’t mean anything if she couldn’t stop them from having sex. She really was just a kid getting in the way.

Now she was about to embark on her bedtime routine, knowing full well  she was sitting on a bed that was maybe ten minutes away from some actual action. Not a diaper change.

“You’re about to have sex with my boyfriend,” Mercy said in a deadpan voice. “Sorry if I’m not in a talking mood right now.”

And out of obligation by physics, she slightly tilted toward the larger woman sinking the bed beside her.

“You know, you’re the whole reason why this works, right?”

“Yeah, because I’m giving you a pass for a free fuck,” Mercy bitterly answered. If she wanted to poke the bear, she was going to get hurt.

“You’re giving me and your boyfriend something so unimaginably good,” Lauren softly explained, and just as Mercy winced, trying not to cry, “something so much better than sex.”

She blinked, stopping her tears short.

“Wh-...what?”

“Mercy,” a warm hand huddled her closer, “if I wanted sex and only that, I promise you I wouldn’t be getting in the way of someone else’s relationship,” she explained. Her mouth twisted, but finally she said,  “Cucking…as much as I wish there was a nicer word for it… Is something really exciting. Yes, it’s taking something from someone else, but in return that makes it a whole new feeling. A whole new experience for everyone. All three of us.”

“Why do you keep including me?” Mercy blurted angrily. “Stop trying to convince me I’m actually part of something!”

“You think you aren’t?” Laren sounded surprised, then Mercy was only hugged tighter. “Noo…! No! Sweetheart! Honey!” she cooed. “You’re the reason why any of this works! You’re the part that matters! Don’t you get it?” She dropped her voice. “Honey, Justin is just another guy. He’s anybody. Somebody that could be substituted for someone else. And me? I bet I’m the exact same to him. We’re replaceable. You aren’t. It’s your consent…your feelings about this…they’re the things that make it so perfect, and so exciting… This is a three-way thing, and I’m convinced you’re going to understand that very soon.”

And the words only made Mercy more confused, but it’s what got her laying on her back.

“No matter what,” Lauren said as she pulled off the girl’s shorts and panties, “All Justin and I are going to think about tonight is you. Us? Each other? We’re just means to an end. You’re what we want to focus on.”

Deprive her. Tease her. Take what’s meant to be hers and use and abuse it. Show what she can’t have and why it’s a toy that’s been taken from her. Just a baby too tiny to take on big-girl activities.

Her legs were spread and the bulk between her legs was prominent. She was barely moving as Lauren brought the change to a close and it was already a concert of crinkles.

“Does it feel soft? Snug?”

“Yeah…it is,” Mercy answered lifelessly, wondering if the last question was more for herself than the girl actually wearing them.

“Good,” she ended the change with a firm pat on her crotch. “I’d offer to put your shorts back on, but…well, I don’t think they’re gonna fit,” she laughed a little. “And to be honest, I don’t think I wanna take my eyes off that bottom of yours.”

Mercy blinked, only realizing five seconds later that she had just been flirted with.

“Justin?” Lauren called from the door and down the hall. “We’re ready!”

Shortly after, he emerged. Seeing his girlfriend, awkwardly standing and cradling her arms, trying to look anywhere but at the two actual adults in the room.

“Wh…what…?” Mercy muttered defensively. “Isn’t this what you–!”

A tender kiss took away her lips.

Justin. Her Justin held her in a tight embrace. Like he couldn’t keep his hands off her, because he couldn’t. Her eyes widened with surprise, feeling him feel her all over. Head to toe, but especially on her backside. Even through the padding she felt his strong, man-handling squeezes. She crinkled as he touched, tighter than he’d ever held her on even a diaperless day.

Once he finally let go, only then did Mercy remember to breathe.

But it was clear by the passionate, everlasting gratitude in his eyes.

A solution was upon them.

“Thank you…” was all he said, and meekly, Mercy nodded back.

It was so sweet. So wonderful. Everything she wanted, and possibly the beginning of so much.

“She looks great, doesn’t she?” Lauren added, ruining the moment completely. Only for Mercy, at least.

“Y-yeah, she does…” Justin nodded, but finally started to turn away from Mercy.

No…! No! Look at me! I only want you to see ME!

But now she was the one watching, stuck on the sidelines. It was just an act. It had to be. Mercy was the crux, right? So why weren’t they looking at her? She was the reason this all worked, right? So why…?

She fidgeted uncomfortably, and everyone knew when she did because her diaper made sure to shout it loud and proud.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, you know…?” Lauren’s cheery, happy tone kept for the kids was gone, sliding into something far more intimate. Sexy. Sultry. The same kind of voice Mercy tried to use, yet it only ended in disappointment and flaccid dick.

But Mercy watched a sign that only hurt and made her heart ache. He answered the call for another woman. Rock hard. Straining to get through his clothes, and reflexively, Mercy’s sad hand floated over her own crotch, pressing into dry, plastic padding.

That should be me with him…! I…I’m the one who’s supposed to have sex…!

Her face of guilt, disappointment and dread was written all over her face, which is why it only stung more when Lauren noticed. She glanced over, then the corners of her mouth tugged wider and higher the longer she looked.

“Y-you…” Justin started, and he looked at Mercy one more time, seeing all the hurt, jealousy and envy in her eyes, one last time. He looked back at Lauren. “You look like a goddess.”

And Mercy’s mouth twisted and turned as she watched, just about to open her mouth and say something. Something to cut the cord. Something to stop it completely. Get her boyfriend back and put things back to the way they were…!

Back to how it was before. Before when she had no clue what he loved, or if he even really loved her. Whether they were destined to fail or Mercy being stuck on another many-year-long search of trying to find the perfect guy again. Back to uncertainty and love lost in flux. Something that wasn’t even love at all. Hurt and confusion.

But the pain now was certain. Tangible, and taped around her hips. An identifiable problem with a possible solution that only hurts emotionally and mentally in so many ways.

“If you don’t mind, I think I’d like to see my present for the night…” Lauren hummed as Mercy watched her drop to a squat, showing off her perfect ass through her tight skirt. A bum with a crease that Mercy could tease the same way in a bulging diaper. Christ, even when she was padded her bum still couldn’t compete…!

So she watched another woman strip her man. Undo his pants and take off his briefs, showing a side to Mercy she literally had never known. It was big…hard…long…! Something she only dreamed and fantasized about. Sex with such a thing she could only think of with a vibrator. But it was here. It was real.

And it wasn’t hers.

“What’s wrong baby?” Lauren asked, turning her head up at Mercy. The sexy voice was gone, but it wasn’t normal either. Like she was still in character, especially with her use of the B-word.

But Mercy was speechless, at a loss, not even realizing how close she’d come, just to see her boyfriend’s throbbing erection. She wanted it so badly. Just seeing it made her own parts tingle. Enough to make her want to tear this diaper off and ride the erection for as long as it would last…!

“Ah-ah! Heyyy,” Lauren suddenly warned with a stern voice. Mercy blinked and her outstretched hand was grabbed by the wrist. “That’s not a toy, sweetheart,” she scolded at the wide-eyed woman. The wide-eyed girl. Justin was just as speechless, but likely through a whole different slew of emotions.

A toy.

That’s all his dick was to her.

A toy. Something she was too little to understand. After all, Lauren said so. M…Mommy said so.

“Go sit on the bed, sweetie,” Lauren nodded her away, still in her squat, finally shorter than Mercy. Smaller, yet still the biggest and most intimidating person in the room.

She hung there for a second, right until another crushing blow hit her.

“...She’s right, sweetie,” Justin spoke with a clear, rock-steady tone. “Go sit down.”

Something compelled the girl to listen, so she did. Awkwardly, she half-waddled and crinkled to the bed, staring at them with an intense look, unable to take her eyes off them.

After all, it’s exactly what they wanted, wasn’t it?

“Kids, right?” Lauren looked up at Justin, then in a motion that Mercy couldn’t see, but merely heard, was lips kissing something.

And Lauren wasn’t standing up for lips.

She came back up and started taking Justin’s shirt with him, until finally he started returning the favor. The skirt went first and confirmed what Mercy already knew. Plentiful thighs, perfectly proportioned and a peach double in size and perfectly ripe. Purple panties, just like Mercy used to wear, only more intricately patterned and far more expensive looking. But if Mercy’s pack of diapers cost more, did that make hers better by comparison?

No extra rolls or chub. All curves kept within their means. The sweater gone left even less to the imagination, and the panties and bra were just superficialities at this point.

Then they kissed. Lips to lips. No cheeks, no necks. Just lips. Like how Justin kissed Mercy, only far longer, slower, and far more mutual intimacy. She watched hands caress Lauren all over. Cup her bum that was too big to be held, stroke her tall back and squeeze her perfect sides... Justin’s hands. Touching her in ways Mercy wanted to be touched. Had been wanting to be touched.

He looked so…happy. So complete. So satisfied. In a way that she couldn’t give to him.

Because he loved her.

The crinkles rhythmically ensued, all because Mercy couldn’t keep her legs straight. She was still planted on the bed, but she couldn’t sit still.

Not when she was watching this.

The foreplay on their feet came to an end, and Mercy, still as the only one with her shirt left on, felt an extreme heat making her want to take it off as well.

Lauren’s naked chest of identical treasures led her and Mercy’s boyfriend to the bed, slipping right by Mercy and Lauren made Justin lay down first, and she watched nervously with a wandering hand on her chest like a dog stuck at the foot of the bed.

“Oh, sweetie, let me help with that,” Lauren chuckled as she leaned over, and an embarrassed meep escaped Mercy as her shirt came off in one fell swoop. “Oh, wait, we never talked about it,” Lauren looked back at Justin, laying down with a flag pole between his legs. “Are we okay with letting the baby play a little too?”

“Uhm…” Justin hummed, and Mercy was at a loss for real words at this point, stuck with an inexplicable feeling making her hot and uncomfortable.

“Don’t worry, the diaper stays on,” Lauren giggled assuringly. “Did you hear that, Mercy? Hey, baby?”

Mercy blinked when the naked Mommy had her by the arm.

And she popped the question that made her heart race.

“Wanna watch Mommy and Daddy play a little?”

P…play…? Mommy…? D…Dad…?

Justin, just as inexperienced made no reaction, but Mercy’s flustered look putting ten different shades of red on her face only doubled down the confident woman’s knowing smile.

“I think that’s somebody who wants to cuddle,” and Lauren’s hands around her waist slid her closer and closer, all easy thanks to her frictionless diaper. Until finally she was back on the couch again. In lingerie, surprising Justin just like she did two months ago, ready to summon an erection and ride it all the way home to a climax.

Except she wasn’t.

Her only lingerie was a diaper; far from sexy and closer to cute. No longer a bra, because Lauren took the liberty of unhooking it completely. It wasn’t their couch. It was the bed. Mommy and Daddy’s bed; the one Mercy was being allowed to be in. And lastly, there was an erection, but not for her (even if it was). She couldn’t even see the pubes to his crotch, as the few hairs she may have seen disappeared beneath the white of her oppressively padded diaper, keeping her own womanhood locked and taped away.

“Scooch a little for Mommy!” Lauren cooed as Mercy was forced to slide forward, making space for the actual pussy about to get some action.

She felt light-headed, her heart beating wildly and the warm feelings taking her by storm. She squeezed her legs against Justin’s body, feeling the need to touch something, but she wasn’t sure what. Something.

And just as she went for Justin’s pecs, Mommy had both her hands.

“Ah-ah! Hands to ourselves~!” Lauren cooed teasingly, like Mercy was her toddler that knew better. And she did, unfortunately. “To ourselves,” she repeated in a much more teasing whisper, ending Mercy’s hands on her own breasts. Over her protruding nipples.

“Now for my turn…” Lauren giggled, and she finally sat down. Right behind Mercy, to the point where her head leaned back into breasts like they were cushions. But it was too close. Too close which meant something far more chilling. With her pelvis right against the back of Mercy’s diaper, she knew something else had to have just gone inside Lauren. Like a plug in a socket.

A pure look of ecstasy on Justin’s face.

“Oh wow…!” Lauren breathed, and Mercy felt every wave of heat on her neck. “You’re so big…!” And every word she spoke was right against Mercy’s ear. Impossible to ignore, impossible to forget.

“So big…” she whispered and breathed, and Mercy felt Justin shift as the person behind her lifted her hips, shimmying them back down in a way that made it clear how wet they were. The sounds of sex between two adults in heat. It was so close and so vivid, it was almost as if Mercy were the one having sex herself.

But a loving pat on the front of her diaper snapped her back to reality.

“You’re…so…” Justin moaned not at Mercy, but the Mommy behind her. “Your pussy… Faster…please, go faster…!”

“Faster?” Lauren giggled, stuck in heat herself, chatting as she held a protective arm around Mercy’s stomach, as if to keep her from falling off the ride.

And Mercy couldn’t stop squirming, as Lauren’s latest pat on her diaper pushed her to an unusual point.

She closed her eyes and listened to the vivid noises. Moisture. Sliding. Dick going in and out of vagina. Moans of pleasure. Breathing. Heat. Adult sounds and experiences. Her boyfriend was right in front of her. She was right on top of him. He was having sex. She wasn’t. She couldn’t.

She wasn’t allowed.

The grownups said so.

The bed was shaking as Lauren was moving, putting more excited breaths in and out of each of them, and Mercy’s diaper crinkled more and more as heat happened between her own legs, for some unknown, inexplicable reason.

“Ah~! See that?” Lauren mentioned and chuckled, and so did Justin. Mercy was the only one clueless because her eyes were closed. She was simply biting her lip, trying to focus…

The sounds of sex continued, Mercy listened, but it started to drown out with an influx of whispers.

“How does it feel…?” Lauren moaned in her own excited breaths. “Knowing what’s happening right now? Your Daddy told me, you know…how you two haven’t had sex?” she giggled, Mercy winced, crinkling more and more. “Mommy’s taking your first time away from you, isn’t she?”

A hand that wasn’t Mercy’s touched her only free nipple.

“Don’t worry…Mommy’s gonna take good care of Daddy, okay? And you too. Mommy’s gonna do all the things to Daddy that you can’t…that you couldn’t…that you never will… Better than you ever could.”

Suddenly Mercy needed to breathe more and more. The insults must’ve been closing off her lungs.

“You can watch. You can listen…but you’ll never get to do it yourself. This is what grownups do…” Lauren whispered, and Mercy listened more and more to her boyfriend, her Daddy’s dick going in and out of another woman. Someone that wasn’t her.

“Babies get cuddles and kisses,” Lauren teased, and Mercy could feel the woman’s chin resting on her head. “Only real grownups get sex. You can’t even touch your own privates? The way you have to rub-rub through your diaper so hard? Just to get close to this kind of feeling~?” she giggled as the pace increased, until Justin and Lauren were as loud as Mercy had ever heard them.

“Now do Mommy a favor,” she cooed beyond just a whisper, like she was back sitting up straight, working her hips over and over. “Be a good girl and open your eyes, okay?”

And even from Justin, he moaned on the precipice of something Mercy could never get him to, “O-open your eyes, baby…!”

So she did. She saw Justin, naked just like before, but she saw her own hands. She saw one playing with her own breast, rubbing it over and over, and the crinkling was intense not only from all Mommy’s shaking, but her own as well.

She was grinding her hips, working her crotch against an invisible toy that didn’t exist, but desperately trying anyway like a kid playing make-believe. And her other hand…

Her bicep was getting sore from all the up-down motions she was making. More aptly, her rub-rubs. The butt of her hand was running up and down her slick padded front, over and over, trying to reach the core of all her frustrations. She was wet.

She was turned on.

In heat.

Excited.

Breathing because she was close to climaxing. Just like them. Just like the grownups.

“Ready?” Lauren asked Justin over the baby’s shoulder, and with a growing, yet tired smile, he nodded. “Okay~ home stretch!”

Suddenly it got faster and faster, and deep down, Mercy knew to rub and play with herself harder and harder, working just as intensely as the other two reaching an actual conclusion.

And in broken unison, Lauren and Justin cried,

“C-cumming!!”

And all at once, all three of them released. Waves of pleasure struck everyone as a storm.

For a split-second shock was on all their faces. Mind-fried pleasure that only sexual stimulation could achieve. And Mercy watched her boyfriend’s expression in vivid detail. His quivering lips, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. His arching chest, the moan…! He was experiencing the greatest pleasure he ever had, shooting his load inside another person.

And a quivering smile was on the girl’s face.

Imagining that she was the one to do it.

Muscles spasmed, shocks of sweet euphoria hit all at once as tidal waves washed through all their bodies. It was indescribable. Inexplicable, precisely because it was the first of something for all of them. They panted and laughed, save for Mercy, who as tired as she was, still felt like she could keep going. Her heart and head were confused, but something positive tickled her. Just as the other two were smiling. Until finally Lauren leaned forward, forcing Mercy in a sandwich between them.

“That was…amazing,” Justin sighed with a grin. His hand fell over Lauren’s back, stroking the side of his arm.

“I can’t even put it into words…” she giggled. “A-and actually…”

Mercy felt a small poke on her cheek.

“I think you managed to do something pretty similar, didn’t you?”

“H-huh…?” Mercy finally spoke, but still with some unsolved discomfort. “I…y-yes…I…I came…” she murmured, and sweet smiles were what came from both boyfriend and not-so-much stranger. “B-but please sit up,” she begged Lauren in a hurry, who did get up.

“Everything okay?” Justin asked, now with post-nut clarity, became a caring boyfriend again.

“Y-yeah, I…” Mercy muttered, suddenly feeling like her wants hardly matched the mood anymore. Nervously, her hand started drifting to the front of her diaper. “I just…need to…”

“Again?” Lauren asked, surprised, and biting her lower lip, Mercy nodded. Her diaper was wet, she could definitely tell, and apparently something already had her ready to be wet again. Or maybe she didn’t finish completely.

“C-can…can I finish…?” Mercy asked bashfully, like the decision wasn’t hers to make.

“Y-yeah, of course,” Justin nodded, and Lauren had her by the shoulder.

“Do you want some help?” Lauren asked, and too impatient for proper channels, Mercy quickly nodded. Fuck it. If Justin got to fuck strangers, Mercy should be allowed to be finished by one.

She didn’t sound as demeaning now with some horniness out of her system. One hand on her diaper became two, and now Mercy’s other breast had someone to entertain it.

Some wetness and added pressure made all the difference though, because suddenly Mercy was gasping as she convulsed, a little late, but eventually reaching the same party as the other two.

“Unbelievable…” Mercy sighed, falling back into Lauren’s arms. “I just came in a diaper…twice.”

Then she felt a sensual rub from Lauren, who then pulled out the front of her diaper, making a curious hum.

“Mm…once, actually,” Lauren declared, closing her back up and changing her rubs to soothing ones rather than sexually stimulating.

Justin and Mercy were confused.

“What do you mean?”

“Mercy,” Lauren grinned, “did you not notice your diaper’s wet?”

“W-...well…I just came in it…” A sentence she never thought in a million years she’d ever be saying.

“And you peed,” Lauren explained, patting her front like an indicator to look. And…sure enough…

What was once eggshell white wasn’t quite the same anymore. Some color had gone, and a faint discoloration was there. Yellow, to be exact.

And while Mercy tried to process her emotions, Lauren giggled. “Awh~! Is that what happened? Were you going pee the first time? Did you think it was cummies? Oh my gosh, that’s too cute!”

That’s exactly what it was.

Placebo’d by her peers into thinking she was amounting to something great as well. She should’ve known. She should’ve realized. If she wasn’t so horny, she would’ve known that a climax wasn’t supposed to feel like a long, uninterrupted stream. And now knowing that, it was a wet diaper that really got her to the edge.

“Y-you wet it…?” Justin blinked, catching up to speed.

And Mercy frowned, finally covering her chest again as she tried to dismount her boyfriend, but Lauren forced her right back down with a happy laugh.

“Nuh-uh~ you stay right here! This is the after-care part!”

“After what…?” Mercy mumbled.

“After-care,” Lauren repeated, hugging her snuggly. “So you know that I’m not actually a monster, and Justin, your very real boyfriend is still very much that.”

“O-of course I am!” Justin stammered.

“And we’re gonna make sure you know it,” Lauren rubbed her cheek against Mercy’s. “Thanks for making it such a fun first time, Mercy.”

“Y-yeah…” Justin spoke up. “Mercy, really…thank you.”

And the appreciation was all well and good, but Mercy was back to fidgeting again.

“Do you need to pee?” Lauren asked. “Or wait– climax again?”

“No,” Mercy huffed. “I just want out of this diaper, please.”

“Oh, of course!” Lauren said, dismounting Justin first. “I think we put your panties over here…”

“W-well…” Mercy’s voice left both staring at her. She adjusted her hair uncomfortably.

“I-I…I didn’t say panties…”