The Diaper Switch -- (Author) binkieblondeboy

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Author: binkieblondeboy
Timestamp: Jul 23, 2021 at 3:37 AM
Content: “Okay Miss - Nicole Saldana, what is it that made you interested to take part in this study?” The Doctor asked.

“Oh - not much really. I just saw the ad where you guys were looking for paid participants and just figured ‘what the hell.’ I thought it would be nice to just try something new and help out the science community, you know.” Nicole replied, shrugging her shoulders as she sat upon the patient table in the medical lab room.

“Okay. Now before we get going with the experiment I’m just gonna start by giving you a little survey here. Now you’d already answered all the preliminary health and medical questions we’d asked you when you signed up for the study but these are just a few personal questions regarding your lifestyle and personal habits. Would you be okay with that?” The Doctor asked.

“Yeah, of course. I probably wouldn’t get paid if I didn’t.” Nicole laughed.

“Okay - first, how do you identify gender wise?” The Doctor asked.

“Uh, female.” Nicole replied.

“And sexual orientation?” The Doctor continued.

“Uh, I’d say - straight. Heterosexual, primarily as my boyfriend assured me.” Nicole nodded.

“”Okay, great. Have you ever felt as though you had a sexual or romantic attraction to or felt that you received any sort of gratification from any object, practice or body part that is not intrinsically related to sex or genitalia such as leather, feet or even something such as anthropomorphic animals and even fantasy creatures?” The Doctor continued.

“Uh - I don’t think so. No, not really.” Nicole laughed a tad awkwardly.

“Good, very good. You see, the point of this experiment is to help to more accurately pinpoint the exact neural points of the brain that help to determine one’s sexuality and romantic preferences.” The Doctor said.

“Oh, I do recall reading something about, you know, neural manipulation and human behavior but I didn’t assume it would involve something so - intimate.” Nicole replied.

“Well it’s not just about sex, that’s just a part of it. The main focus is on the psychological impulses that help to determine behavior from mood to behavioral preferences to physical attraction. The way this will work is that you will be administered a pill that will send a special nerve building protein to the brain. In a few minutes we will then hook these electrodes up to your head which will allow us to direct electrical impulses straight to your brain where we can then, theoretically, influence or create neural connections within the brain that hadn’t previously existed to any observable degree before.” The Doctor continued.

“Whoa, mind control.” Nicole grinned awkwardly.

“Not exactly. We have been able to transplant food preferences in mice but believe me, the purpose of this experiment is to better understand the mind for medical and psychological research. We are not seeking to strip away any of your own individual cognitive judgment or anything. These tests will allow us to understand the human mind in ways that may help to unlock further developments in the field of medical science and practices. So are you ready for the experiment?” The Doctor asked.

“Uh - sure. What the hell?” Nicole replied.

“Alright, just take this pill here and we’ll get you all set up, okay.” The Doctor said, handing Nicole a blue pill which she nervously took with a cup of water.

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Some time later, Nicole found herself seated on the medical table with a series electrodes stuck all around her head waiting patiently for the doctor to finish setting up the experiment.

“Alright then - so Nicole what’s going to happen now is that we will run the computer program which will send a series of electrical impulses through these electrodes attached to your head here. They’re quite painless, you shouldn’t feel a thing. And what these electrical impulses will do is help to create and strengthen specific neural networks in the brain that help to influence emotional and physical behavior.” The Doctor said to her.

“Right - and what exactly are you seeking to change about me?” Nicole asked.

“Well you see, we’re testing to see which neural regions in the brain are responsible for physical and emotional attraction. You said that you’re a straight binary woman with no real abnormal sexual desires or preferences, so we’re testing to see whether we may be able to induce such abnormal attractions within the mind. Have you by any chance heard of paraphilic infantilism or people who have an emotional and physical attraction to diaper wearing or some other sort of infant associated objects and behavior?” The Doctor asked.

“Uh - no.” Nicole replied awkwardly.

“Well it is this specific behavior or attraction we’re trying to see if we can induce within you. Throughout this experiment we will see whether or not such an attraction can be mentally and physically generated in an individual with no prior emotional or physical attraction to such infantile items and behavior.” The Doctor said.

“You mean you’re gonna see whether this experiment will give me a diaper fetish?” Nicole nearly laughed a bit in disbelief.

“In some way, yes. We are seeking to find out whether we may induce a sexual and emotional attraction to diaper wearing in some capacity through this experiment. You see, paraphilic infantilism is far more common among men than it is for women. It also manifests itself differently for both biological sexs so we felt a woman of your type would be the perfect candidate for this study. Are you ready to begin?” The Doctor continued.

“Uh - sure. Yeah.” Nicole said.

“Okay then.” The Doctor replied.

He initiated the program on the computer and the machine kick started up. Nicole jumped a little as she heard the electrode machine kick in, but she eventually eased down and remained perfectly tranquil throughout the rest of the procedure.

“Alright, that’s it. I can take those electrodes off you now. Do you feel okay?” The Doctor asked.

“Yeah - so uh, when will I begin noticing the effects?” Nicole replied.

“Uh, sometime soon possibly. Or it could even take several days or so. We’ll ask you to come back here two weeks from now for your first check up. Okay?” The Doctor said.

“Okay. So I’ll let you know you know if I start - taking a liking to diapers and stuff like that. I’m looking forward to it.” Nicole replied with a generous smile. She was most unconvinced of the effectiveness of such an outlandish experiment.

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Author: binkieblondeboy
Timestamp: Aug 16, 2021 at 3:15 AM
Content: Part 2

That night at home in her apartment, Nicole prepared a nice pasta salad with some herbal tea and laid out on the couch texting Lyle, her boyfriend.

“Ur place or mine tomorrow?” He texted.

“Have u even cleaned your place yet?” Nicole replied.

“So ur place then?” He responded.

“Why don’t we just go out?” Nicole asked.

“Where to?” Lyle replied.

“Anywhere but a coffee shop.” Nicole replied.

“I know a restaurant. Noonish?” Lyle replied.

“Sure. Luv u.” Nicole replied.

She put her phone down for a minute to finish off her bowl of salad. As soon as she had set her dishware aside and sipped down what smidge was left of her tea she was prepared to power down and turn in for the evening. It was then she suddenly remembered her experimental participation session that day. What was it they said they were seeking to induce her into liking?

Nicole picked up her phone and did a quick search for diaper fetish.

The results were strange. A quick skim through Wikipedia saw a brief explanation of paraphilic infantilism.

. . .Behaviors may include drinking from a bottle or wearing diapers (diaper fetishism). . .

. . .A variety of causes have been proposed, including altered lovemaps, imprinting gone wrong and errors in erotic targets, though there is no consensus. . .

Not exactly helpful given how little invested she actually was in reading it all. An image search found amature-ish drawings of animals and anime girls in diapers and a few camera phone diaper pics of young to middle aged wearers. She dared not to scroll on further.

She tempted her fate with a video search. She clicked on the first appealing one she saw ‘Chloe and Brittney in the Nursery.’

It was porn - what else did you expect? It was two big breasted women in schoolgirl outfits and pigtails stimulating each other while changing one another into diapers. Not her kind of thing. The diapers seemed almost unnecessary from the ten seconds she saw skimming through, that was until she skipped straight to end though. It was so - strange. Definitely something she couldn’t at all get into. Regardless, she knew she was at least getting paid, even if it be for nothing.

She put away her dishware and took a long hot shower. Afterwards she toweled off, wringing out her long hair, drying off her arms and flossing between her thighs. A quick blow dry, a brush of the teeth and she put her hair up before slipping beneath the comforter of her bed, setting the alarm on her phone and cozying up for the night.

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Nicole rose early the next morning, just as the sun could be seen peeking it’s golden head up above the urban city skyline. She blended herself a protein shake, slipped into some leggings, a sports top and jacket, set the playlist on her phone and went out for a brisk morning jog.

Back in her apartment, she prepared a proper breakfast of cooked tofu and a bowl of assorted fruit while catching up on social media. K-pop was trending, summer discounts were everywhere, politics was a trash fire, the outrage was dialed up to eleven and cellulite in a thong bikini was being applauded. A change into something more casual, a subtle touch of make-up and Nicole was off, driving a few miles to the edge of town in her Volkswagen to pick up her boyfriend Lyle.

Together the two hit up a new Italian place where they mingled over a lunch of bread sticks, salad, spaghetti and lasagna.

“So how did your uh, volunteer study thing go yesterday?” Lyle asked.

“Oh that - it went okay.” Nicole replied.

“What was it for?” Lyle asked.

“Oh it was really strange. They stuck these electric things to my head to try and alter my brain neurons and change my behavior.” Nicole replied.

“Change what?” Lyle followed up.

“It’s like - they’re trying to see whether they can like - do you know about people who have a sex fetish for diapers?” Nicole whispered.

“Fetish for diapers?” Lyle repeated.

“Yeah, like people who get off on wearing and peeing in diapers. It’s this whole sex subculture. Well anyway, they’re trying to see whether or not they can get me into having a diaper fetish.” Nicole continued.

“Strange - did it work.” Lyle asked.

“ - I don’t think it’s going to. But whatever the case, I’m still getting paid for participating so -” Nicole shrugged as she took a full bite of lasagna.

“Well if you’re just in it for the money I know of several other services you can get into.” Lyle said with a sly grin.

“Uh, I’m not that desperate for cash. I mean, my job at the store isn’t earning me all that much for the work I’ve been putting in for it and all the crap I’ve gotta put up with. But still, at least I’m helping the advancement of science.” Nicole replied.

“Well, whatever makes you happy I guess. Speaking of which, would you like to spend the night at my place tonight? I was just gonna watch a movie.” Lyle continued.

“No I’ve gotta go to bed early tonight to open at work tomorrow. But sometime this week I promise we can spend the night together.” Nicole replied, scraping up what was left of her lasagna.

That night, Nicole caught up with her friends online, wrote a new entry in her diary and took yet another hot shower. She would dry herself off in her usual routine, first toweling off her chest and stomach then wringing out the hair then flossing between her legs, pulling the towel all the way up around her crotch and buttocks and holding the thick cotton fabric between her thighs for a brief moment before toweling off the rest off her legs and folding it away. She set the alarm on her phone once more after plugging it into the wall along her end table beside the bed and going to sleep.

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Author: binkieblondeboy
Timestamp: Sep 6, 2021 at 3:23 AM
Content: Part 3

The following weekend Nicole had a follow up interview with the university doctor running the experiment.

“So tell me Nicole, since our session last weekend have you begun to notice any sudden change in behavior or thinking?” The doctor asked.

“Uh, not really. No.” Nicole replied.

“Any noticeable change of feelings or desires maybe?” The doctor continued.

“Uh, no. Regarding uh - diapers and stuff, no definitely not.” Nicole replied with an pleasantly awkward grin.

“Mmhmm, as expected.” The doctor replied.

“As expected?” Nicole repeated.

“Yes, it’s very rare for those neurons to have completely formed after just one treatment. We brought you back here today to do the follow up treatment.” The doctor said.

“Follow up. You mean more electric shocks?” Nicole replied tepidly.

“Just a few, no more than the last time. First we will take another pill and we’ll get you set up here in a minute, then you should be right on out of here.” The doctor elaborated.

“Um, okay.” Nicole replied.

“Okay, then you’ll come back again two weeks from now for another interview. And remember, it is not just the practice of diaper wearing we’re looking for. We’re also looking for juvenile or infantile behavior and intrigue such as being crattled or being fed by another person or specifically your partner if that be the case. And of course with diapers if you do take an interest in them, if you start wearing them, if you use them, possibly even masturbate or commit them to some kind of emotional or sexual act or practice we’d like to know that as well. If you have any questions, there are the names of some videos, podcast and forums I can give you.” The doctor said.

“Uh, no thanks. I’d rather just get along with the experiment and get going. I have someone I have to meet here in a while.” Nicole replied.

“Well, I’ll give you those sources anyway, just in case. Okay?” The doctor replied.

“Okay.” Nicole sighed.

She was administered another pill and subjected to another round of electrical stimulus along with a list of abdl resources online courtesy of the doctor.

Later that night, Nicole invited Lyle to hang out with her at her apartment after another long hard week.

“Are you still looking for another job?” Lyle asked.

“Yes. That cosmetics shop is just killing me. The hours are ridiculous, the customers are ungrateful and the pay is just not enough.” Nicole replied as she reclined back on the couch, a plate of pasta in his hands and her feet stretched out over Lyle’s lap as he massaged them.

“Well it shows what four years of college can get you.” Lyle yucked.

“Yeah, when you study marketing and advertisement with a thousand other people majoring in the same course.” Nicole replied, rolling her eyes.

“Well, try working tech support all day, being on the phone with people for half an hour trying to get them to just unplug it and plug it back in.” Lyle replied.

“Ugh - whatever pays the stupid bills.” Nicole replied.

She set her empty plate and fork down on the coffee table and promptly laid her head down along Lyle’s lap.

“Let me just sleep here.” Nicole said as she made herself comfortable.

“What am I supposed to do?” Lyle laughed.

“Stroke my hair please.” Nicole replied in a high, pouty tone.

“That’s not my job. Since when did you need your head patted?” Lyle asked as he stroked her hair.

“Since I said so just now. I just want to lay down and not get up again.” Nicole said.

“Oh, would you like to just be a stay at home wife then? Just lay about the house while the husband works all day.” Lyle asked.

“Uh no. I just want some time to relax, lay back, eat sleep - “ Nicole said.

“How would you go to the bathroom?” Lyle grinned.

“I’ll go to the bathroom, jeez.” Nicole politely scoffed.

“You look so tired. You wanna go to bed darling?” Lyle asked.

“Yes. Carry me there please.” Nicole replied, curling up on Lyle’s lap.

“Oh come on - Fine. But if I carry you there you have to promise to let me massage your back - and your front and then you can massage my front and when we’re done doing that we can step into the shower and we can scrub both of each other’s fronts.” Lyle replied as he kissed her on the head.

“Never mind, I’ll just tuck myself in.” Nicole said as she got up and took her plate into the kitchen.

“But who’ll give you that massage?” Lyle asked.

“I can do that myself too.” Nicole retorted.

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Author: binkieblondeboy
Timestamp: Sep 25, 2021 at 3:55 AM
Content: Part 4

That week, while out for lunch, Nicole met up with her friend Cynthia at a small restaurant.

“Girl tell me why I signed up for this stupid experiment. They’re trying to brainwash me into like wearing diapers and crap.” Nicole said over a bowl of hot soup.

“Strange. Is it working?” Cynthia asked.

“No. It’s just - if I didn’t need the money so bad I wouldn’t have to be doing crap like this, you know.” Nicole replied.

“Well, as long as they ain’t giving you any brain damage I’d say it’s worth it.” Cynthia added.

“Not like my job now isn’t doing that to me already. Did I tell you about the woman who came in this morning. Oh my god, she kept getting so mad ‘cause we could find the exact shade of lipstick she likes. We just kept giving her sample after sample and she just kept like saying ‘No, this isn’t the kind of rose colored lipstick I asked for. Do you guys not know what color a rose is?’ Super irritating! And when we finally did find her a shade she liked, you know what she did? She didn’t want to buy it because she thought it was too expensive. She ended up getting nothing and she held us up for like half an hour.” Nicole went on.

“Sucks.” Cynthia remarked.

“Speaking of which, I should be getting back to work where I get to call former customers and tell them about all the great deals we have this month. Exciting right!?” Nicole remarked, oozing with sarcasm.

“Oh, that reminds me, me and Morgan and a couple of the other girls are going to that new family arcade and entertainment center that just opened up, you know, just to change it up a little. They’ve got a restaurant, a mini golf course and a bunch of other stuff we can do. It’ll be fun. Would you and Lyle be interested in coming?” Cynthia asked.

“Sure. As long as it’s not next Sunday. They’re having me work the afternoon shift because one of the part time trainees quit. Lucky them.” Nicole replied.

“Oh it’ll be Friday night.” Cynthia clarified.

“Yeah. I’ll ask Lyle. I’m sure he can make it. If not, I’ll still join you. I need to get a life again. See yah then.” Nicole replied as she picked up her purse and what was left of her ice mocha and headed off back to work.

It was, like many, a rough day to say the least. Nicole dropped a shipment box and smashed several bottles of expensive perfume, she got into an argument with a new coworker over whose job it was to update the storage and transaction log, and she accidentally gave a customer more change than was called for and ultimately ended up just replenishing the cash in the register with her own money. By the time she’d returned to the refuge of her own apartment she was just about ready to drop dead. All she wanted to do was lay down and tune out the world around her.

But before she could do that, she was suddenly reminded that her rent was due, which she usually opted to pay online. And so she, without so much as a second to kick back and cool her feet, immediately took to her laptop to take care of the matter while it was still fresh in her mind. When she got to the payment page she dug around her purse in search of her checkbook to find the number of her back account. Instead of her checkbook though, she instead pulled out the list of online sources and forums dedicated to abdl that the doctor gave her unsolicited.

She set the list aside for the moment and quickly took care of her rent payment. After a long hard day, Nicole finally kicked back at her desk and let out a long exhaustive sigh. She picked up the list of resources she’d tossed aside just a moment prior and gave it a look over. There were a lot of sources and sites listed on it, enough to spark just the slightest bit of intrigue as to what they could all be about. Considering the day to already be a lost one, Nicole, out of bored curiosity, decided to give them a little look up.

The first few were just info resources, one of which was a YouTube video of a studying psychologist who specialized in sexology and even more specifically kinks and fetishes. Nicole, with a bowl of rice as a light supper, watched most of the video all the way through from the short history of research and studies that’ve been done on the topic to abdl culture and business, far more formal and informative than a blind scroll through the internet. With nothing to binge and none of her friends to talk to, Nicole had plenty of time to kill and the rabbit hole just seemed like the best source of amusement that night.

She found several abdl influencers on Twitter, mostly women and mostly with lude FansOnly accounts, which she wasn’t particularly interested in, though they still looked decently cute with and without diapers. The real eye catcher was when she came across a dude she actually thought looked hot, a bit ridiculous in a onesie maybe, but diaper or not, he was still buff and handsome as can be, almost like a normal man. In fact she found several guys who looked about as delicious as the men she’d seen in Vogue, though the bibs and diapers, she admitted, were just a tad bit off putting.

Later she checked out an abdl centric discussion forum full of all sorts of discussions and stories. Nicole browsed through a few stories over a bowl of ice cream for dessert. Some of the stories were strange, others ordinary while others were just sort of sad to read. She came across one user who went by the handle misscandymermaid, mid-twenties, trans, and ddlg. Her profile was honestly a little devoid of any real diaper related discussions and updates, it just looked like a normal profile you may as well find on Twitter with concert photos, rants about work and politics and open discussions of video games comprising much of her account page. She worked retail similar to Nicole did and even attended the same concert Nicole went to when she took a trip to Illinois.

Nicole saw that the girl was open to DMs. She was almost tempted to create a profile just to message her just to say ‘hey’, but that would be silly, although it likely wouldn’t hurt nothing either. She made an account, using her junk email of course, and came up with a profile name; justbored. That was about as much detail as she cared to give. She looked up misscandymermaid and sent her message.

“Hey, new here. Mind if I dm? ”

And with that, Nicole called it quits with her venture into adult diaper land online. She set her dirty dishware into the washer, watched some videos online, caught up on the evening news, showered off, ran through her semi-nightly skin care routine and curled up nice and tight in bed for a long night’s sleep.

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Author: binkieblondeboy
Timestamp: Oct 18, 2021 at 4:13 AM
Content: Part 5

The following day, after a much more relaxed day of work, Nicole returned home just a little after noon following a relatively short shift. She stretched her legs out on the couch, got a cold iced tea and began scrolling through her abundance of social feeds. Later she checked her emails to see if there were any new job notifications or better yet, a response back from an employer. There were none, not even from the other cosmetics store across from the one she was already working at. Nicole even checked her junk email as a last resort and alas she found a notification; from that abdl forum she joined the day before. She must have forgotten to check to see whether she had email notifications turned on.

It was a response from misscandymermaid, the girl she asked to dm the day earlier.

“Sure.” The response read.

Well, Nicole thought, better to be polite and follow up on the request. Besides, she’s bored.

Nicole logged into the forum and stalled. What was she to write? She didn’t really care for abdl or diaper play, so what could she say?

“Hey, how r u?” Nicole wrote.

She set her phone down and finished her tea. She put her glass away in the full dishwasher and began a load of dishes. By the time she got back to her phone she already had a response.

“Well that was fast.” Nicole said to herself.

“Fine. And u?” Miss Mermaid had replied.

“Fine. What r u up to?” Nicole replied back.

“Playing video games, being lazy, the usual. And u?” Miss Mermaid said.

“Just got off work.” Nicole replied.

“What do u do?” Miss Mermaid asked.

“Retail, cosmetics.” Nicole replied.

“Same here. Didn’t have to go in today U new to the site?” Miss Mermaid asked.

“Yeah.” Nicole replied back.

After about twenty minutes of back and forth, Nicole had nearly a whole conversation with the girl. They talked about a lot of things from the schools they went to, their distaste for retail and their favorite indie rock group. Eventually the unspoken subject was brought up.

“It’s cool, I’m a little strange too - so how did you end up in abdl?” Nicole just had to ask.

“I began wearing diapers after I started college but before my reassignment.” Miss Mermaid replied.

“Why?” Nicole asked.

“Idk. I thought diapers were cute and kinky. And u?” Miss Mermaid asked.

“I don’t wear diapers to be honest. I wouldn’t have any idea how to start.” Nicole replied.

“I would start with the regular pull up kind if they can fit. It feels more like regular underwear.” Miss Mermaid said.

“Thanks for the advice. Well good luck with work and good afternoon.” Nicole replied.

After that pleasant waste of time, Nicole filled the rest of her empty schedule catching up on her favorite show, manicuring her nails, yoga and a quick job search over a bowl of soup. Another scroll through her social feeds and a long hot shower later, Nicole went to bed.

That Friday, Nicole got off work later than the usual hour having to close shop after dealing with an indecisive customer. As soon as she got out of the mall she immediately drove over to the store to do her biweekly run to get groceries and whatever else she happened to be needing. She got her fruit and vegetables, pasta noodles and sauce, whole wheat bread and jam. She got some shampoo, conditioner, paper towels and toilet paper as well as tissues, fabric softener, shaving lotion and double A batteries.

On her way to the drug aisle she cut on over through the baby section where the formula milk and bottles were. While walking on by she noticed the boxes of pull-up diapers that were on sale. She stopped and looked at them for a second, maybe half a minute as she waited for the kart in front of her to pass. As soon as the kart passed by, Nicole went along her merry little way, having picked up nothing during the wait.

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Author: binkieblondeboy
Timestamp: Jan 17, 2022 at 3:55 AM
Content: Part 6

After about a half an hour of meandering about, comparing toothpastes and waiting in long lines, Nicole finally made it out of the shopping mart and back to her apartment. She unbagged all her food and stashed it in the fridge and cupboards, she put her toiletries in the bathroom cabinet under the sink and her detergent in the linen closet.

It was then that she got a text from her friend Cynthia.

“Hey Morgan and Nadine said they might be working later than they thought tonight so - - we might just postpone the whole get together tonight. Sorry “

Nicole sighed, though partially in relief as she was already exhausted after a long day. When she finished unbagging the rest of her shampoo and bodywash, she got out the box of pull-ups she’d gone back and picked up along the way. She held it in her hands for a moment, analyzing the label and packaging design in detail until she realized she was just delaying the inevitable. With her night free anyway, she figured why not.

Nicole opened the box in her room on her bed and pulled out one of the diapers. It looked kind of small, even when she unfolded it. The material was thin, but elastic, especially around the waist sides with little moon and star prints around it. Nicole’s hands quivered just slightly as she felt it in her hands.

‘Who cares?’ she thought. She’s an adult. She’s done embarrassing things before, sometimes with friends or boyfriends even. Even if someone finds out, she’s allowed to do whatever she wants to do in the privacy of her own apartment. Who are they to judge?

Nicole slipped her underwear off from beneath her skirt, tossing them into the dirty clothes bin before stepping into the pull-ups and sliding into them. They were tight around the hips though a bit cushiony between the legs obviously. It was a bit awkward, but serviceable. She lifted up the backside of her skirt and checked herself out in the long mirror she had hanging up in her room. They looked kind of like a regular pair of underwear aside from the slight thickness. They did make her butt look a little wide but that’s always been a paranoid concern of hers.

She let her skirt down and decided to just try and break them in. She sat at the little desk in her room and browsed through her social feeds and checked out what’s new. She had a fair few likes on her last Instagram post of her in the new dress she got, one of the celeb’s she was following said something funny in a Tweet and an old high school friend of hers, Kaitlyn, got married to an old high school boyfriend of hers in Fiji.

Wait!

She got married to Nicole’s old high school boyfriend in Fiji. Granted they broke up after high school and she hadn’t really spoken to him since, but since when was he and her friend Kaitlyn going out with each other. It must have been when they were getting their master's in finance together. Nicole wasn’t even told about their wedding. But then again, she couldn’t even afford to go to Fiji in the first place.

A little depressed, Nicole retreated into the living room where she broke out a bowl of ice cream and just indulged herself in front of the television where she binged the latest fantasy drama. It was then she received yet another text from Cynthia.

“Hey, turns out Morgan and Nadine didn’t have to work late after all so everything’s still on for tonight. You still coming?”

Nicole, though a little annoyed in the change of plan, jumped at the opportunity. She replied back and texted Lyle asking him along. In no time, Nicole, Lyle and Cynthia were at the entertainment center, eating and playing a round of mini golf with the other girls.

“No way, she’s moving in with him?” Cynthia asked.

“Yeah! She already started moving out of her apartment.” Morgan replied.

Nicole stepped up to putt as she continued to listen in.

“But why? They’ve only been dating for like seven months.” Cynthia asked.

“Right! She dated Steve for a whole year and never kissed him in public.” Nicole remarked.

“She just insisted her therapist told her to be more open in her relationships and stop being afraid of intimacy. Although, the moving out of the apartment bit seems a little too much if you ask me.” Morgan said.

Oh, I don’t think it can be all that bad. At least she’s taking a risk in life. I mean, me and Nicole have been going out for two years now and we haven’t discussed moving in together. What do you say Nicole, how would you like to move into my flat with me?” Lyle asked.

“Uh, yeah right. I don’t think I could ever clean up your apartment. It’s better off being condemned.” Nicole replied as she set up her shot.

“Oh, come on now. It’s not that bad. Besides, I always needed a mother figure to look after me.” Lyle said as he snuck up behind Nicole and put his hands around her to help her with her putt.

“Yeah right. If you want a mother, you're gonna have to get your mom to come all the way from Oregon to move in with you.” Nicole replied as she hit the ball and pinged it off the side of the windmill. “Ugh, you made me mess up my shot.” She huffed.

“It’s because your grip’s too tight.” Lyle replied.

“No, it’s not. It’s because you - - Whoa!” Nicole said as she tripped and fell back on her butt.

Everyone laughed.

“See! There you go again. Klutz. Can I help you up?” Lyle said as he held his hand out for her.

“Like I said, that’s your fault. I wouldn’t have tripped if you hadn’t been holding me.” Nicole said as she got up.

“Oh, stop being a grump. Here, let me show you how it’s done.” Lyle said as he putted his ball through the windmill hole.

“Would you really ever move in with Lyle if it were more convenient for the two of you?” Cynthia asked Nicole off to the side.

“I don’t think he’d enjoy sleeping on my couch too much.” Nicole replied with a grin.

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Author: binkieblondeboy
Timestamp: Feb 7, 2022 at 12:24 AM
Content: Part 7

By the time Nicole got home she was exhausted. After a night of minigolf, eating fatty foods and a quick stop at a nearby bar and nightclub, all she wanted to do was take a short hot shower and crash straight into bed. She kicked her shoes off and tossed them into her closet, massaged her swollen feet, took the contacts out of her dreary eyes and began to undress. She unzipped her skirt and dropped it to the floor where she kicked it into the hamper. She was in the process of lifting up her shirt when she turned and looked in the mirror and saw that she was still wearing the pull-ups she’d put on earlier.

“OH CRAP!” Nicole whispered loudly.

She had them on the whole night. How could she be so estupido? Stupid - stupid - stupid. Her heart nearly stopped when a sudden revelation hit her mind.

What if someone noticed? One of her friends or a stranger? What about the time she fell on the ground? Clearly someone could have seen up her skirt then. Was THAT why everyone was laughing at her?

Nicole began to breathe heavily as she gritted her teeth and smacked her hand repeatedly against her forehead.

“That’s it!” She thought to herself. “I’m done with this. I’m not doing this again. I’m through with this - this diaper thing.”

Nicole slid the pull-ups off and tossed it in the trash bin in her bathroom. As for the rest of the box she just tossed it in her closet for the time being. It’d be a waste to throw it out. Maybe she can try and return it to the store, but they’d likely just throw it out too. Plus she might have to explain herself which she just couldn’t do. She’ll donate them, that’s it! She’ll just have to find out who to donate them to.

Now with a migraine, Nicole took a quick shower and plopped straight down into bed in just her towel, just for a second to rest before she’d get ready to turn in completely.

The next morning, Nicole awoke, curled up in a ball and still in her bath towel. She must have fallen asleep the way she was. Although it was the best night’s sleep she’d had in a while. She got out of bed, got dressed, prepared herself an egg and checked her emails, only to find nothing worth replying to. Just then she received a text from her phone.

It was the medical psychology institute texting a reminder for another one of her experiment sessions.

“Crap.” Nicole said to herself.

She didn’t want to go back, especially after what she did the night before. Ugh - but if she wanted to get paid for it, she had to go.

Nicole finished her breakfast and drove down to the research institute where she was subjected to another round of electrical neural remapping.

After the electric therapy, Nicole was sat down for a follow up survey.

“So, Miss Saldana - following up with what I asked you during our last meeting, have you noticed any change in behavior?” The Doctor asked.

“Uh - no. Not really.” Nicole replied.

“Any change in diet, sleep or activity?” The Doctor continued.

“ - No.” Nicole replied, shaking her head.

“Any urge to drink from baby bottles, play with toys, wear diapers? Anything age regressive like that sort of stuff?” The Doctor continued.

“ - No. None whatsoever.” Nicole replied as she sucked in her lips awkwardly.

“ - Okay. Well, I’ll see you again at our next meeting a week from now.” The Doctor said.

“ - Okay.” Nicole repeated with an uneasy smirk.

Later that night in bed at Lyle’s place, Nicole lied snuggled up to him as the two just rested cozily next to each other.

“You still looking for another job?” Lyle asked.

“Yes.” Nicole replied tiredly.

“There is a daycare facility my cousin works at that’s hiring.” Lyle said.

“I already deal with grown children all day. I don’t want to have to deal with the little ones. Besides, I'm sure I need a degree or some sort of experience or something to work with children.” Nicole replied.

“Well you’ve done a fine job raising me.” Lyle said.

“Well, I try my best.” Nicole replied with a smile.

“You better get going, you know. You’ve got to go to bed. You’ve got work tomorrow.” Lyle said.

“No, I don’t want to work tomorrow.” Nicole moaned.

“Yes, you’ve got to go to work tomorrow. Come on, get up, get dressed and get yourself on home.” Lyle said as he gently shook her.

“No no no.” Nicole said as she clung to him.

“Yes yes yes. Come on, you don’t pay rent here.” Lyle said as he got up out of bed.

“Good. You live here and I’m surprised you pay rent.” Nicole replied.

“Hey, this apartment’s nice. A bit small, but it’s cozy. The only mess around here is my fault. You know what your problem is - you’re demanding. You expect too much from people.” Lyle said.

“I do not.” Nicole replied.

“Do too.” Lyle said back.

“Do not. Tonto!” Nicole said, sticking her tongue out.

“You do too. You nag me about how clean I keep my apartment, the things I eat, you scold me for the way I behave in public when I’m around you, you complain about your co-workers screwing up, you complain about your friends screwing up, you complain about how dumb people always are. You’re glad I quit smoking before I met you.” Lyle said.

“Well, if people would just listen to reason.” Nicole replied.

“Well not everybody can be as reasonable as you mommy dearest.” Lyle said. “But hey, that’s the way I love you.”

Lyle sat back down on the bed next to Nicole, hugged his arm around her and kissed her on the forehead.

“And I love you too - now clean up this room or I’ll ground you.” Nicole said with a big smile.

“Okay, but only if you promise to be grounded with me.” Lyle replied as they cuddled close again and kissed once more, this time on the lips which they held for a long, long time.

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Author: binkieblondeboy
Timestamp: Feb 21, 2022 at 4:07 AM
Content: Part 8
The following day after an okay day of work, Nicole returned home to her apartment. She kicked off her shoes, went to the bathroom, and hopped on her computer to check her emails. All she saw was,

Thank you for applying, but we’ve moved ahead with the next phase of our hiring process.

Are you satisfied with your job notifications?

Daycare center HIRING!

Be sure to check out our new perfume line for our annual summer sales event.

All junk, except for another notification from that diaper site she signed up to. She still must have forgotten to turn her notifications off. Nicole paid a visit to the site where she found another message from misscandymermaid.

“Hey, what’s up?”

Nicole hesitated to respond. Eventually though, the words came to her fingers.

“Nothing much. Same old, same old.” Nicole replied.

While waiting for a response, Nicole checked the rest of her social media pages where she saw she’d been tagged in a post made from a girl she hadn’t seen since high school. It was an old picture of her in her track uniform from when she used to do the long jump.

“OMG. I remember those days - and that skimpy little track uniform. Made a lot of fans wearing that ” Nicole commented on the post.

She suddenly got a reply back from misscandymermaid.

“Same here, Work was a real drag today working with a new trainee.” Miss Mermaid said.

“I can relate. Say, thanks for the pull-ups recommendation.” Nicole replied.

“Cool. You like them?” Miss Mermaid said.

“Unfortunately no. Like I said, diapers really aren’t my thing. At least I can say I tried though.” Nicole replied.

“Sorry to hear that. Pull-ups can be pretty tight on me too. That’s why I usually prefer full adult diapers myself. Softer and way comfier.” Miss Mermaid said.

“Nice to hear. Well I’ve got things to do around the apartment. So long.” Nicole replied.

“Catch you later alligator.” Miss Mermaid responded back.

Just then, Nicole went to her personal preferences on the site and checked off her notifications.

With that, Nicole leaned back into her seat and sighed. She had the day off tomorrow, but nothing to do, not even for tonight aside from relaxing. She prepared a bowl of roasted vegetables and sat at her computer most the night scrolling through the rest of her social media feeds. She dove into reddit to see what was new, read a few feeds on health, politics and whatever just so happened to be funny before getting sucked into a playlist of YouTube videos of make-up tutorials, vlog posts and music videos.

Yet even after some time of this, Nicole found herself both full and bored with nothing to do. Lyle was still hanging out with his guy friends while the rest of her friends were getting ready to go to bed for work tomorrow. She could binge Netflix, but there was nothing in particular which she craved at the moment. She was just bored in her room. It was times like these she wished she hadn’t given up her old hobby of knitting.

Nicole figured that while she was at her computer she may as well try and declutter her desk space, throwing out some of the candy and gum wrappers, old post it notes with emails and addresses on them and some dried bottles of nail polish. It was during her light cleaning that she stumbled across that dumb old list of resources the stupid doctor gave her. That was thrown out immediately. That reminded her at least to figure out what to do with that box of pull-ups she’d gotten. She searched online for where to donate diapers where she mostly found charity links for donating money to needy families, but she did see a recommendation for donating diapers to daycare centers.

That’s it! She’ll donate them to the daycare center Lyle’s cousin works at. Of course, she can’t let Lyle’s cousin find out she’s donating diapers; they may start asking questions. Best she donate them anonymously or to some other daycare facility just to be safe. Ugh, how paranoid these stupid diapers have made her. Why did she waste the money on them? It’s not like wearing them was bad, just silly and inappropriate. Some little kid should be wearing those pull-ups, not a grown woman looking for a curious fix.

But she was a little curious though. What kind of people could seriously be into this sort of thing? She’d seen a few cute guys and some attractive girls, but what kind of people really?

Nicole’s hands trembled a bit as they hovered over her keyboard as she contemplated what to type in the search bar. It had to be something that wouldn’t bring up any undesired results. Something to specify adults wearing diapers, particularly men who she may find attractive.

‘Hot abdl men’ That should work.

She typed it in. The immediate image results were decent, if not limited. A few fit, handsome young guys either showing their diapers off in the mirror while in casual attire or in full on baby apparel, drinking out of bottles or sucking on pacifiers. She tried following as many links as she could to find out more about these guys, to see if they had any ‘normal’ content, possibly in their social media accounts. They were hard to come by. Many of the recurring faces she looked for mostly had abdl centric accounts on Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook, Pinterest and even TikTok. The most vanilla pictures she found were guys working out in the gym with diapers peeking out of their shorts.

She eventually found one feed showing guys and girls diapering and changing one another, playing with cutsie toys and spanking each other. That led her to a link to a website with pictures and clips for sale. Ha! As if she would be spending any money for that. She found another influencer, a woman, who shared diaper pics of herself and her boyfriend as well as clips of her dancing and walking around on the beach in diapers. She also had a series of audio roleplay clips, a few samples of which Nicole checked out for herself.

“Hey honey. How’s my widdle baby? Come give mama a kiss. (smooch) Aww, you have a fun day playing with all your toys? Come here, let mama check your diaper. Come on, let mama see. Aw, you’re wet. Yes you are. Come here, let mama change your diaper. Let me just undo this tab, okay then the other and lift up that bottom. There you go. So cute! Now let mommy get you a nice fresh diaper and some powder and I’ll get you all cleaned up.” The audio went.

Nicole listened to more audio samples, checked out more pictures and profiles of cute and happy people playing around in diapers and before she knew it several hours had passed by and it was nearing midnight.

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Author: binkieblondeboy
Timestamp: Mar 7, 2022 at 3:28 AM
Content: Part 9

Nicole found herself late in bed, acne cream all over her face as she stayed up chatting with Lyle over a video call on her phone.

“And so now Dennis needs to get the fuel pipe fixed on his car.” Lyle continued on with his long story.

“Oh, I’m so sorry you guys got stuck on the freeway. Poor baby.” Nicole cooed tenderly.

“Oh, I’m alright. I’ve been in worse situations before.” Lyle replied.

“Oh, I know.” Nicole replied.

“And say, what’s with this picture I saw you tagged in. Is that you in that iddy-biddy track bra and briefs?” Lyle gushed.

“Yes - yes, that’s me.” Nicole blushed.

“Ooooh! You don’t still happen to have that uniform, do you? I was thinking about adding a little foreplay to our relationship. Budding track star pleases her biggest fan.” Lyle said.

“Yeah right. The only foreplay you’ll get is in your dreams pal.” Nicole laughed.

“Well, then I better hit the sack right away if that’s the case. I’ve actually got to work tomorrow. Unlike some people.” Lyle replied.

“Yeah. Well, have a nice night. Love you, bye.” Nicole said as she blew him a kiss and the two hung up.

With that, Nicole set the alarm on her phone for nine in the morning, turned out the light and curled up snug under the cover for a long night sleep.

Before she knew it, it was the following night and she and Lyle were cuddled up under a blanket together in her living room watching reruns of Blues Clues while sharing a big bowl of ice cream.

“Uh, I remember watching this show all the time as a kid. I couldn’t get enough of it.” Nicole said.

“I was more of a Thomas the Tank Engine kind of man myself.” Lyle replied.

“Ooh, my head! Ooh, it’s cold.” Nicole said, putting her hand up to her head.

“Well don’t eat so fast. You’ll get brain freeze. Here, let me kiss your head.” Lyle replied as he gave her a peck on the forehead.

“You work tomorrow?” Nicole asked.

“Yeah. You?” Lyle asked.

“Yes.” Nicole replied grudgingly.

“Oh well, in that case I better get going. You mind changing my diaper first before I leave?” Lyle asked as he got up.

“Huh!? Oh yeah, sure.” Nicole replied.

Lyle slid his shorts off exposing the diaper he had on underneath. Nicole laid the blanket over the coffee table as Lyle handed her a fresh diaper and some powder before lying down on the coffee table and spreading his legs apart. Nicole knelt down and undid the tabs on the diaper before unfolding it up between his legs and sliding it out from under his bottom.

She wrapped it up and stuffed it in a plastic bag which she got when she got up and tossed it in the trash bin in her bathroom. When she returned, she pulled out a wet wipe and began to wipe down Lyle’s pelvis.

“Ooh, that’s cold.” Lyle remarked as she shivered.

“Oh, stop whining.” Nicole replied.

She then moved on down and began gently wiping down Lyle’s bare bottom. After tossing the wipe aside, Nicole pulled out the fresh diaper and unfolded it all the way, getting Lyle to raise his butt up off the table as she slid it beneath him. As she sat him back down and reoriented the diaper, she got out the powder and began sprinkling it delicately over his butt and pelvis, brushing off the excess powder she’d gotten on his thighs and stomach with her hand.

“There you go.” Nicole remarked with a smile.

She then folded the diaper up over his pelvis and pulled up one of the sides to tape it in place before pulling up the other side and taping it in place too.

“There, all finished.” Nicole replied.

“Thank you. You’re such a doll.” Lyle said as he rose up and kissed Nicole on the lips.

“Well, I’ll talk to you tomorrow then. Okay?” Nicole said.

“Yeah, I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Hey, do you need changed before I go?” Lyle asked.

“Uh, no I’m not wearing a diaper right at the moment.” Nicole replied.

“Oh, come on. What are you going to do if you have to pee tonight? You never did learn how to use a toilet.” Lyle said.

“I don’t know. Maybe I can find a place to pee outside in a bush or something.” Nicole replied with uncertainty.

“Oh, come on, you can’t go outside at this time of night. Come on, get on the table and I’ll change you.” Lyle said as he got up off the table and fetched a fresh diaper.

“Okay.” Nicole said with a shrug of her shoulder.

She unbuttoned and pulled down her pants along with her underwear before lying down on her coffee table with her legs closed together. Lyle returned and knelt down in front of Nicole, spreading her legs apart and pushing her shirt back a bit. He unfolded the crinkly diaper and lifted Nicole’s butt up to slide it underneath her. When he sat her back down, Lyle got out the powder and began to dump it all over her bare pelvis, buttocks and thighs.

“Uh, you’re putting on too much! You’re getting it everywhere.” Nicole fussed.

“Oh, quit complaining. You really do sound like a baby.” Lyle replied.

He brushed off some of the excess powder from Nicole’s thighs before setting the powder bottle down and folding the diaper up over her crotch, setting it down gently over the front of her pelvis and smoothing it down with his hand. He then raised one of the tabs and stretched it tight over her hip before taping it to the front of the diaper. Lyle then raised up the other tab and taped it snug around her other hip.

He then lifted Nicole up on the table by her hands and kissed her again on the lips as Nicole wrapped her arms around him.

“You're just so sweet. I love you, Lyle.” Nicole said.

“I love you too Nicole.” Lyle replied as they lip locked once again.

Nicole felt her temperature shoot up past a hundred as she and Lyle embraced each other, hugging and kissing passionately.

It was just then that Nicole woke up in her bed, greased with sweat. It was still early in the morning, well before she was due to get up. Her breath was heavy, her heart beating erratically, her forehead dripping sweat and her mind spinning from the wild dream she just had.

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Author: binkieblondeboy
Timestamp: Apr 10, 2022 at 11:17 PM
Content: Part 10

That Thursday, Nicole spent her lunch hour at the designer clothing store at the mall strip just across the street from the cosmetics shop she worked at for a short in-person interview for a manager position she’d applied to.

“So, how long have you worked retail?” The supervisor asked.

“Too long.” Nicole jested.

“Ha - but seriously.” The supervisor laughed.

“About three - five years.” Nicole answered, quickly losing her smile.

“I know what you mean. It can be hard at times. Especially as a new mother myself. Ugh - the crying in the middle of the night, the spit ups, the dirty diapers. Am I right? But it’s the hard work that’s necessary.” The supervisor said.

“ - Sure.” Nicole nodded mindlessly.

“So you definitely have the experience, but I would like to know what you think can really make you excel at this job. You know, these managerial positions often call for service above the call of duty. Working extra hours, working from home, being the one all the customers ask to see.” The supervisor said.

“Well, I already work overtime and from home, even when I’m not supposed to. Our manager isn’t always around so I’m used to taking charge and handling complaints, or grievances I should say. Believe me, I’m used to going beyond what’s required in order to get things done.” Nicole replied.

“Yes, yes. You mind if I ask a bit of a personal question? How do you go about dealing with stress? Just in general I mean. It could be stress from work or stress from home. What do you do? How do you decompress to keep cool? You can be as honest as you want.” The supervisor asked.

“Well, in all honesty I - -” Nicole paused as she actually took the time to rethink what it was she was planning on saying. “I - I just stretch out on the sofa and drink some warm herbal tea.”

“Ugh, that’s what my mother always does.” The supervisor laughed.

Nicole did her best to smile and laugh along.

Later that night, Nicole waited up in her apartment cooking up some brown rice and vegetables for a dinner date with Lyle. After about a half an hour of waiting with no reply, a knock eventually came at the door which Nicole restlessly answered only to open up and watch Lyle stagger in.

“He - hey Nicole. So - so sorry I’m late. I got a little hung up with the guys.” He said.

“Of course.” Nicole replied bitterly.

A cold compress and a glass of orange juice later, Lyle stretched out on the couch for a while as Nicole ate her brown rice and vegetables all by herself.

“I can’t believe you would go and get drunk on a work night.” Nicole fumed.

“Hey, my buddy from college came all the way from Utah to visit. It was a surprise. Me and all the guys wanted to catch up while he was in town.” Lyle replied.

“Do you remember any of it?” Nicole sneered.

“Yes. I’m not that drunk. It’s just a few drinks Nicole. It’s no big deal.” Lyle replied.

“It is when you keep doing this. You drink on the weekends, on the weekdays, at parties. You got drunk on my birthday.” Nicole continued.

“It’s not like I’m an alcoholic. I drink as much as my friends do and it’s not like it negatively impacts my life or anything. It doesn’t interfere with my work, my social life, and I haven’t been black out drunk since high school.” Lyle replied.

“I’m not saying you’re an alcoholic or that you need help or anything, but you still drink way more than you should. I mean, you're probably going to have one hell of a headache tomorrow.” Nicole said as she threw her dirty dishware in the sink.

“I’ve had much worse and not necessarily from drinking. What’s the problem Nicole? Why are you upset with me?” Lyle said.

“The problem is I was hoping to have a pleasant dinner with you tonight and here you come in snockered.” Nicole said as she walked back over to the living room.

“I am not snockered. Believe me, if I was I wouldn’t have been able to make it to this couch. I’m just a little tipsy is all. Nicole, I'm fine. Tonight was just a special occasion and I’ll be fine at work tomorrow. So stop worrying.” Lyle replied.

“I don’t know why you have to get this drunk anyway. Would having only one drink kill you?” Nicole said as she sat down behind Lyle and began stroking his hair.

“It’s just the way I am. I like my drinks.” Lyle replied as he shrugged his shoulders.

“So - serial killers just are the way they are and that doesn’t make their life’s decisions any better.” Nicole remarked.

“But I’m not a serial killer Nicole. I just get a little drunk and it’s mostly on special occasions anyway with everyone else. It’s not like you’d know what having fun’s like.” Lyle said.

“Uh, I can have fun without needing to get drunk. Besides, getting drunk gives me a headache and makes me feel gross.” Nicole replied.

“Well that’s just how you are and I accept you for how you are. Can’t you just accept my occasional drinking?” Lyle said.

“I do accept you. But I also want what’s best for you. I think if you’d lay off the alcohol every now and then you might be a little better off. You’ll maybe have the time and energy to clean more and exercise and do more reading or even be a little bit more romantic on our dates.” Nicole went on.

“I get plenty of exercise and cleaning is overrated. Now please, please stop nagging me about this. I don’t have a problem I tell you. You are the one who has a problem. You’re too domineering. Too controlling, too judgmental. You’re not my mom you know and you aren’t Mother Teresa either. Please, if you think I have a problem then take me to a rehab clinic and ask for their opinion and see what they say.” Lyle said.

“I don’t think you’re an alcoholic. I’m just asking you to try cutting back every now and again and just see what happens. Just do it for me, okay. Pwease.” Nicole begged as she pouted her lip like a child.

“Okay, I’ll cut back.” Lyle sighed.

“Thank you. Just no drinking on the weekdays, okay?” Nicole said.

“Sure, fine. And you can spank me if I’m ever bad again.” Lyle replied.

“Not exactly what I had in mind.” Nicole grinned awkwardly.

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Author: binkieblondeboy
Timestamp: May 2, 2022 at 3:36 AM
Content: Part 11

That Sunday, Nicole was back at the research center undergoing another round of electric therapy.

“Feels like it gets easier every time.” Nicole said as the doctor removed the electrodes from her scalp.

“Pretty painless, isn’t it?” The Doctor replied. “Now before you leave, I just have a few more questions for you regarding your condition. Have you been feeling sick at all?” The Doctor asked.

“No.” Nicole replied.

“Any abnormal headaches?” The Doctor continued.

“No - no more than usual.” Nicole replied.

“And still no diaper intrigue - fetishization.” The Doctor continued.

“Nope.” Nicole replied. “Is there any chance that this experiment might not work?” She asked.

“Yes, there’s always a probability. That’s what we’re here to figure out.” The Doctor replied.

“What happens if there is no effect at all? Do I still get paid?” Nicole asked.

“Yes, you still get paid regardless of the results. And if there’s no effect then there is no effect. The experiment isn’t based on achieving any desirable outcome. We’re just testing a hypothesis is all.” The Doctor replied.

“Right.” Nicole said.

From the research center, Nicole drove across town to a nearby daycare facility she looked up to drop off her package of pull-ups which she claimed belonged to her sister; a sister Nicole never had.

Later, at her apartment, Nicole heated up some leftovers and sat herself down at her computer. A political scandal was trending on the news, a celebrity scandal trending on social media and a new internet challenge was taking over all of TikTok. When she switched over to her email she found a response from that managerial position she’d applied to at the mall across the street from the cosmetics shop. Nicole’s hand nearly trembled with eager anticipation upon checking the message.

Thank you for your interest. . .

“Oh no.” She thought.

. . .but we have decided to move on with another candidate.

“Great - fantastic!” She thought aloud. “I wasn’t all that keen on working at a clothing store anyway. Just the same old crap.”

Nicole hopped off the computer immediately after trashing the email where she plopped down onto the bed and let out a long sigh.

What was wrong with her? Are there simply better people out there or is she really just not qualified? She’s been rejected for waitress positions before. Isn’t it a workers market with so many changing jobs? What’s wrong with her? How can she with so much retail and customer service experience be so undesirable? Is she just another dumb fish in a big sea full of plain, ordinary fish not worthy of even being caught? All that hard work and stress just to be an average nobody.

Her head began to hurt, about as bad as it did the night she accidentally wore pull-ups while golfing with friends. Man she was so stupid! She’s glad to have gotten those pull-ups off her hands. She couldn’t imagine how her friends would have reacted if they’d found out. She couldn’t imagine how Lyle would react. Maybe he’d laugh at her, tease her.

But maybe she can get in on the joke too…

Yeah - wouldn’t it be funny if Lyle caught her wearing a diaper. Maybe not one of the pull-up kind, but an actual adult-sized diaper. But where to get one?

Nicole rushed back over to the computer and immediately typed ‘adult diapers’ in the search bar. The results were diapers and pads made more for the elderly or incontinence. She wanted something more like what she saw during one of her abdl searches.

She typed in ‘abdl diapers’ and found a retail site with a plethora of abdl and adult baby paraphernalia from onesies to pacifiers to a variety of diapers and they were…

…PRICEY!

But she could get just one sample diaper. That’s it! But what should she get?

Printed or non-printed? Four tabs or double tapped? Daytime or nighttime? So much to consider. She couldn’t even figure out what size to get. Medium? No - small. Small should do fine. It was cheaper and plus she didn’t intend on using it anyway outside of playing a practical joke.

Nicole got out her credit card and ordered one diaper, small with little flowers printed on them. She snickered quietly to herself at the thought of playing such a prank on Lyle.

Soon after, Nicole met with Cynthia at a restaurant down by the park.

“So I talked to Lyle about his drinking and he said he’d cut back.” Nicole said over a cup of warm tea.

“Lyle doesn’t have a problem. My ex, Ted, now he was a smoker. Felt like kissing an ashtray.” Cynthia replied over a dish of pasta.

“I know, but it’s just - I hate how much of a slob he could be some times. It just feels like he doesn’t listen to me when I try to help him.” Nicole continued.

“Lyle’s fine. You’re lucky to have him. He’s always there to help you isn’t he?” Cynthia asked.

“Yes. But it’s way more the other way around. I feel like if I can change him I can finally have something to be proud of in life. God knows my career isn’t going anywhere for the moment.” Nicole said.

Just then a soccer ball came flying in, bouncing off the table and spilling Nicole’s tea onto her pants. A kid, about twelve, came running up to get the ball.

“Don’t worry kid. We’re okay.” Nicole said sarcastically.

“I didn’t ask.” The kid said.

“Well, be a little more careful next time.” Nicole said.

“If you don’t want to get hit by the ball then you shouldn’t be eating outside idiot.” The kid said as he retrieved the ball and ran off.

“Thanks kid - you just reminded me why I’ll never have children.” Nicole said to herself.

“Ugh, children can be a pain, huh?” Cynthia remarked.

“And some of the adults I know aren’t any better. But then again I can’t complain. I’m dating one.” Nicole replied.

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Author: binkieblondeboy
Timestamp: May 30, 2022 at 4:01 AM
Content: Part 12

That Thursday at work, amid a slow, prolonged hour of nothing much to do, Nicole stood idly by behind the counter texting on her phone along with her coworker, Jennifer.

“Did you hear Hailey got hired as manager for that fashion shop across the street at the mall?” Jennifer said.

“No! You’re joking! Seriously!?” Nicole said in disbelief and bitterness.

“Yeah. It’s true.” Jennifer confirmed.

“Really!? The girl who kept ‘accidentally’ forgetting to clock out for lunch and would just eat all the time when she was supposed to be working? The one who once handed out almost all our coupons and discount offers to her friends and family? The same girl who quit after just half a year right before our big Christmas sale?” Nicole went on.

“That’s right.” Jennifer replied.

“God! I interviewed for that job just last weekend, and they gave it to her. Maybe she knows somebody I don’t. So freaking stupid.” Nicole moaned.

“Look on the plus side. She might be able to give us a discount on some nice clothes.” Jennifer said.

“If she worked as hard as she did here I wouldn't be surprised if you could just walk in and take whatever you wanted straight off the rack. What a rip.” Nicole said.

“You said it.” Jennifer said.

After a long day of nothing much to do, Nicole stepped out into the parking lot with her keys in hand ready to go home. As soon as she got to her car she looked up and noticed that her rear bumper had been splashed in and one of her tail lights was broken.

“ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME!?” Nicole shouted up to the sky before grasping the skin between her eyes upon the onset of a sudden headache.

After taking a minute to assess the damages and finding no note left by the culprit, Nicole hopped in her car, slamming the door, and proceeded on her way home.

At the apartment, she stopped by the lobby to pick up her mail. After checking the slot she stopped by the front desk to inquire if there was anything else.

“Did I get any packages today?” Nicole asked.

“Uh, let me see - yes, you did. From Babe Life Inc.” The attendee replied, handing her a package, one about the size of a textbook.

“Uhhhh - thank you so much.” Nicole replied as she quickly snatched up the package and took the lift up to her apartment floor.

Back in the sanctuary of her own apartment, Nicole, without even taking the time to kick off her shoes, marched straight in her room and tossed the package on the floor by her closet. Her nightly routine was much of what it had always been; lying on the bed for some time, cooking up something small to eat and submerging herself into the internet for some incalculable amount of time, yet even on this day there was little much to satisfy her interest. Just the same old gossip, same old outrage and same old picturesque life updates from all her old friends. Marriage, traveling, kids - Yuck!

By the time she finished her dinner of cooked salmon, watched the latest episode of her shows while skipping her daily yoga routine, ran a load of laundry, started to a new audio book, washed the dishes and took a nice hot shower, Nicole still felt a little nauseous what with losing a job offering to a former co-worker and especially knowing that she’d have to call her insurance company tomorrow and get her car fixed up. At least she’ll have most the afternoon off to do it. Just her luck, out of all the cars in the lot at that time and she had to get rear ended while she wasn’t even around. Just another lost evening as far as she was concerned with nothing much to do.

Dressed in a tank top and a pair of flannel pajama pants with some fuzzy socks to match, Nicole plopped down on the bed, shooting a quick text to Lyle asking him what his plans were for the evening. While waiting for a reply, which in Lyle’s case could take either a few minutes or till morning, she suddenly remembered her package. So embarrassing that the attendee at the front desk had to see it. If only she had her own home. She reached over and got the package where she looked over it for a moment. A little hesitant, she cut it open with a pair of scissors she got off her end table, just to see how it looked.

Opening the package, she slipped out the diaper which was folded up and wrapped in a plastic sheet. She squeezed it with both hands to try and feel how thick it was - and it was thick, much more than expected. It had the little flower pattern on it, just as she ordered it. It looked elegant even, like something she’d wear on a dress. She wondered when she should surprise Lyle with it. Maybe this weekend if he’s available. The question was how to show it.

It would have to be private of course. At his place or hers. No hers, unless she can change into it at his apartment. He might not be expecting it then. Should she be wearing a skirt or some really tight pants? If he doesn’t notice she could always just show him. Oh man, she could hardly imagine his reaction. Shock? Horror? What if he doesn’t take it lightly?

Nah - it’s Lyle. He wouldn’t be mad with her. He’ll laugh along with her when she tells him it’s all a prank. Boy she couldn’t wait to pull one over on him after all the pranks he’d pulled on her - like scaring the daylights out of her by pretending to fall off a steep cliff edge during a camp outing.

Looking over the diaper once more, she pondered how it would fit her.

“Well I guess I should see if it fits.” She thought aloud to herself.

Nicole slit open the plastic wrapping and slid out the diaper. She felt it with her hand, its smooth, crinkly plastic lining, before folding it open just slightly to feel the plush cottony inside.

“How to - -” Nicole said to herself, pondering how exactly she was to put it on.

Well, like a baby I guess.

Nicole rolled out of bed and closed the curtain shades to her window. She dropped her pajama pants along with her underwear and kicked them aside for the time being. Sitting down on the bed, she unfolded the diaper. She turned it around a few times, confused as to which end was the front and which was the back. Once she’d realized which side had the tap, Nicole reoriented the diaper appropriately and scooted over, sitting herself down on the open diaper which crinkled loudly under her bottom as she eased herself onto it.

She laid back a second, folding the front of the diaper over her pelvis only to realize she wasn’t positioned on it evenly. Sitting up, she scooted back a little to reorient herself once more before laying back again and pulling her shirt up to expose more of her belly. Biting her bottom lip just slightly, she lifted up the front of the diaper once again, her fingers feeling slick against the plastic lining. Nicole wiped her hands along the bed to get the sweat off her fingers before raising the front of the diaper over her bare crotch.

There was a tremble in her hands as she just held on to the diaper, her breath hot and heavy as it expelled through her mouth, her lungs sore as they contracted and expanded strenuously. Her heart began throbbing so intensely in her ribs, she could feel it ringing in her ears. As she felt the plastic folds brush gently along her thighs, her leg began to shake uncontrollably, bobbing up and down with her foot thumping against the floor. A sudden flash of heat warmed her forehead as she could feel the sweat condense around her dark brows. She just laid there, frozen for a long second without doing anything.

No - it couldn’t be! Ha! Never!

Nicole quickly rose up and tossed the fold of the diaper down. Her heart was still racing at a blazing pace, her chest still throbbing from hyperventilation and a single, small bead of sweat could be felt running down along her cheek.

“No.” She said aloud with an awkward grin as she shook her head.

She took a second to calm down and regulate her breathing before letting out a long exhale and laying back once again, tugging her shirt up and folding the diaper back through her legs one more time. And just as soon as she brought the diaper over her pelvis Nicole felt the rush again, heart throbbing, breath intensifying, leg jumping and hands jittering as she folded the front of the diaper fully over her private area, all the way up to her navel and smoothed it down with her hand, sending her knees knocking and her body temperature shooting through the roof.

Her mind raced as she tried to think of something, anything to collect her nerves as she glanced down for a moment to fix the tape on the diaper. Once the diaper was secure in place, Nicole rose up again, the diaper feeling almost like a cushion between her thighs. She hopped on the bed a few times, crunching the diaper beneath her rear end as she tried to loosen it up a little. After taking a moment to settle down, she got up and made her way over toward the mirror, the thick padding of the diaper making it so difficult to walk normally she had a slight waddle to her walk.

Looking up in the mirror, Nicole saw herself standing there in a large bulky diaper that wrapped all the way around her stomach and crunched up between the legs. Turning around, it made her butt look unmistakably bigger, covering all of her buttocks in its entirety, showing not a single part of her cheeks and glutes. She could feel the toes of her feet clench up within her socks as she quickly twirled about to get a look at every single angle. She tugged at the waist a little before un-taping one of the sides and adjusting it, pulling the diaper further up her stomach past her belly button.

“Well - it fits.” She said as she stepped around in it a little to get a sense of walking around in it.

She plopped back down on the bed and let out a sigh. It was awkward - silly - but fine. The diaper was still smooth with very little crinkles and creases in it. Nicole squashed her legs together to try and crunch it up a bit to make it easier between the thighs. She had a thought, if she slept in it for the night she can maybe relax into it. Yeah - that sounds good.

Without a reply yet from Lyle, Nicole plugged her phone in, turned out the light and laid down under the covers for a long, good night's sleep. She laid on one side for a while and then the other, but the diaper made it awkward to try and lay her legs over top of the other. So she rolled over on her stomach, but she wasn’t always comfortable sleeping that way. She then rolled straight onto her back, but that wasn’t any good either.

Nicole tossed and turned, curled up and laid flat. She slipped the socks off her sweaty feet as she began to feel burning hot, dabbing the water off her brow with her shirt and fanning her face with her hand. This went on for ten minutes, then fifteen, then twenty, then thirty. It was hot, her mind kept awake with thoughts of work, her car, Lyle, her friends and the stupid experiment she’d signed up for.

Finally, after a long restless hour of rolling around trying to find a comfortable position and a cool spot on the bed to curl up in, Nicole rose up, forehead dripping wet, heart throbbing and stomach fluttering. She was turned on.

“Ay Dios.” Nicole muttered.

She quickly threw off the covers, got out of bed and stepped on over to her dress, opened the second to top drawer where her underwear was stashed and reached in toward the far back corner tucked behind her collection of lingerie.

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Author: binkieblondeboy
Timestamp: Jun 19, 2022 at 11:39 PM
Content: Part 13

The following day around noon, Nicole sat outside a coffee shop with Cynthia taking only meager sips of her iced latte.

“Girl, tell me why I stayed up way late last night entertaining myself in a diaper.” Nicole said.

“Wait, what!? You wore a diaper last night?” Cynthia responded, coughing up her mocha as she was abruptly caught off her guard.

“Yes.” Nicole groaned.

“Wait - aren’t you still doing that experiment about diaper fetishes or something?” Cynthia asked, trying to keep her voice down.

“Yes.” Nicole replied bitterly.

“And so you finally wore one?” Cynthia continued.

“Yes - You know how Lyle always likes playing tricks on me? Well, I thought it would be funny with this whole crazy diaper experiment and all if I wore a diaper in front of him and pretended that I was into them. Funny right? Well anyway, I ordered one of these adult-sized baby diapers from a kink site and I just tried it on last night to see how it’d fit, you know? Well, I tried wearing it to bed last night just to sort of break it in a little and - well, let’s just say I spent much of the night playing with my favorite toy.” Nicole said.

“Ohhh - in a diaper!?” Cynthia whispered loudly.

“I couldn’t sleep! And besides, it wasn’t as pleasant as it sounds. I’m sore below the waist and I’ve got one heck of a migraine.” Nicole replied, rubbing her forehead.

“Oh - so what, are you actually into diapers now?” Cynthia asked.

“Please, don’t even plant that thought into my head. I’ve got enough things to worry about as is. Like my stupid car that needs fixed.” Nicole said.

“Yeah - and the driver who hit you never left a number or anything?” Cynthia asked.

“ No! Ugh - and on top of all that Lyle asked me to go on a dinner date with him and his sister who’s coming in from out of town tomorrow.” Nicole said.

“That sounds nice.” Cynthia replied.

“Yeah - I’ve never met any of Lyle’s family before. I’ve just never had the time and they live so freaking far away. I’m so stressed. And knowing Lyle he probably doesn’t tell them much about me despite all the time we’ve been dating.” Nicole said, rolling her eyes.

“Well, I’m sure they’ll love you when you guys meet.” Cynthia said.

“I hope so. And please don’t tell Lyle about me wearing a diaper. I was hoping to surprise with it as a joke but now I’m not even certain I want to show it to him at all. Just please keep this a secret between us.” Nicole begged.

“I promise.” Cynthia replied.

After a stop by the repair shop just to get an estimate, Nicole, a little short on cash at the moment, stopped by the hardware store to pick up some bungee cords to keep her bumper secure till she got her next pay check and went home for a relatively relaxing evening cooped up in her apartment.

The following evening, however, she was as stressed as can be. All through the day as she scrubbed the counter, cleaned the dishes, ran a load of laundry and vacuumed the carpets, Nicole couldn’t help but feel a tad nervous over her dinner date with Lyle and his sister; a nervousness that only grew like a cancer as the hour drew nearer. By that evening, Nicole spent a whole hour locked in the bathroom, scrubbing every square-inch of herself twice in the shower with a loofah, drying and curling her hair which she tied up in a bun atop her head, putting on and filing her nail extensions, clipping and painting her toenails and doing her make-up from the contouring to the highlighting to the rosy lipstick, the multi-hued eyeshadow that faded from purple to maroon red and the extra thick black eyeliner. She donned her fanciest earrings that dangle down to the shoulder and a sparkling necklace that seemed to gleam even in the dark. She sported a long red satin slip maxi dress and a pair of heels that made her one whole inch taller. Armed with a small silver studded handbag, Nicole stepped out of her apartment, got in her banged up car and drove downtown past the luxury apartment complexes and fine-dining restaurants through a bout of heavy traffic to meet up with Lyle and his sister.

Coming in ten minutes late, Nicole rushed into the restaurant as fast as she could in heels. It was a high class place with silk table clothes and faux-candle light glass chandeliers. Finding Lyle, in a plain gray t-shirt and khakis, and his sister, in a long black slim midi dress and pearl necklace, along with some other guy, Nicole quickly sat herself down and scooted herself up toward the table where she let out an exhausted breath.

“Hi. Sorry I’m late. Traffic.” She said with a wide smile.

“Oh hey, here she is. Stella, Don - this is Nicole. Nicole - my sister Stella and this is her husband Don.” Lyle said.

“So this is Nicole. The pleasure’s all mine.” Stella replied as she extended her hand out across the table for a shake.

“Oh it’s mine too.” Nicole said, shaking Stella’s hand with her palms still slick with sweat.

“Why thank you.” Stella said, wiping her hand off with a cloth napkin after the shake. “So Lyle has said so much about you.”

“But don’t worry, I told her to keep everything I said a secret.” Lyle said as everyone had a laugh.

Just then, the waiter interrupted and asked for everyone’s order. Lyle had a prime steak and some peas, Stella a salad with pasta, Don a grilled salmon and Nicole the cheapest soup she could get with a small iced-tea as the four conversed all through the evening.

“And so as he’s skiing down the slope, he suddenly turns around and ends up plowing straight into a bush.” Stella laughed.

“To be fair, I thought I saw Dua Lipa riding down the slope and I just had to look back and make sure.” Don added.

“Oh please - did I tell you about the time we met Gerard Way at a restaurant in London?” Stella asked.

“Yes - if there’s anyone in the world that can get you an autograph it’s Stella.” Lyle said to Nicole.

“Ooh - well give me a call the next time you run into Ed Sheeren.” Nicole laughed.

“Well me and Don are going on another trip to Europe this summer. You and Lyle are of course welcome to come.” Stella said.

“Oh well - I don’t know if I can get the necessary time off. It’s our busy season after all.” Nicole said, looking down to her bowl of cold soup.

“Now, Nicole and I have better things to do than go for a stroll through a tulip field somewhere in the Netherlands. We’re both happy enough just sitting down together at the public park along with the friendly homeless people that sleep there.” Lyle replied.

“Ugh, that’s the thing with Lyle. Ever since he moved to this city we hardly ever get a chance to see each other. We keep inviting him to family getaways, cruise trips and reunions yet he can’t find enough time away from that stale job of his.” Stella said.

“Hey, I love my job - or at least the money I make from it. And I love this town. I don’t need to get away from anything.” Lyle replied.

“Oh well you can still get time off to go to Lauren's wedding can’t you?” Stella asked.

“Lauren’s getting married? For real this time? Well, don’t worry, I can get an extended weekend. Would you by any chance be interested in coming, Nicole?” Lyle.

“Oh yes! This could be your chance to meet the family. We’ve all just been dying to meet you. I mean we’ve never even gotten a chance to talk to you till tonight.” Stella said.

“Oh well - I don’t know. I’ll have to check my schedule.” Nicole replied.

“Oh you just have to come. I’m sure our parents will just be devastated not to get to finally see Lyle’s darling partner. I mean after all, you should have seen the other girls Lyle used to date back in college. Real, shall we say - sugar babies looking for a guy’s money. Of course, it’s not like you’re one of them. After all you’re a working woman. What line of business are you in again?” Stella asked.

“Oh - beauty and cosmetics.” Nicole replied.

“What exactly is it you do in cosmetics? Sales representative? Advertisement? Chemical engineering?” Stella asked.

“Oh I’m somewhere in the retail chain of command.” Nicole muttered with the best smile she could muster.

“Ugh - I remember working retail when I was in high school. Such a drag. All those years of work just to become supervisor and then quit to go to college. But the memory of those grueling years are what make my job as investment advisor all the more tolerable. Of course. anything’s better than an over the counter sales person, am I right?” Stella laughed.

“ - Yeah.” Nicole replied quietly.

“Now Nicole - tell me, Lyle’s not a terrible handful now is he? Cuz he sure was in our household growing up.” Stella.

“No. He’s fine. A bit of a slob, but fine.” Nicole replied.

“Oh well, him being a slob is nothing. I’m talking about keeping him motivated and working hard. He’s a very smart person, he’s always been, but he just needs someone that can make him see his full potential. Let him know that he can truly succeed at whatever it is he puts his mind to as long as he keeps his mind focused on where it needs to be. Tell me, and be honest, where do you place work and personal aspirations in a relationship?” Stella asked.

“Stella?” Lyle remarked with a full mouth.

“I believe that personal aspirations should be shared to some extent with the people you love most.” Nicole replied.

“I totally agree. But you know, the people that truly love you best in life are the ones that help you to grow and achieve your goals. Wouldn’t you agree?” Stella went on.

“ - I guess.” Nicole replied tepidly.

“I mean, the worst decision I constantly see people make is getting involved with someone who’s just going to drag them down and be a constant burden on them. Oh Lyle, you remember that crazy basket case that David ended up with, the one that had that emotional breakdown and quit her job to move out West to start an all organic whole food farm. Ugh, and of course, David just had to leave his job to go out with her and provide emotional and financial support, throwing his entire career away in the process and then finding himself having to start all over again when they broke up. Some people are just an absolute train wreck that destroys everyone else in their path. Am I right?” Stella.

“Yeah, I guess so.” Nicole muttered.

“Now I’m sure you’ve got your own aspirations and ambitions and that’s why having someone in your life that can help you see your life goals through is so - so paramount. Although of course, some sacrifices are made to help the other realize their greatest ambitions as well. But that’s just the little trade offs we have to make.” Stella said, placing her hand upon Don’s. “And I know from what Lyle’s told me just how much he’s committed to you and, if things get even more serious, how much you’ll likely give for him.” She continued.

“Well, as things do get more serious I do give more of my time, care and affection into making sure he’s well supported.” Nicole replied.

“Well now, love and affection is one thing, but, let me tell you, the amount of relationships I’ve seen that run solely on love and affection that’s gone down in flames is just too many to count. It takes real dedication and planning to give a lasting relationship legs to move. So tell me Nicole, have you considered working with a professional financial planner by any chance? You know, someone who can really help you two figure out your means and help you sort of get your life on track so that you can be better prepared for your future to come.” Stella said.

Nicole suddenly began to feel a knot in her stomach that gradually worked its way up to her head which culminated in a mild perspiration along the forehead. Her spoon rattled slightly in her half finished bowl of soup as her hands began to tremble just slightly.

“And given how complicated things are nowadays and how difficult it can be to understand and get your personal life together, people should really consider getting some real professional help to sort out and deal with their personal situation. And believe me, I just want the best for everybody and as an investment consultant myself I can tell you it’s better to get advice and direction from someone more informed and experienced than to run the risk of trying to do everything yourself and possibly making matters worse.” Stella continued.

“Excuse me.” Nicole blurted out as she rose from her chair. “I - I have to use the restroom for a moment - to check my make-up, I mean. I’ll be right back.”

In a panicked sprint through the restaurant, Nicole burst into the ladies room where she came to a stop at one of the sinks. She didn’t know what had just come over her. Her breath grew heavy and her heart beat at an ever rapid pace. Looking at herself in the mirror, she could see her eyes redden as tears gradually began to fill her vision. Her hands clenched the edge of the sink as tight as they could while her arms quivered uncontrollably and there was nothing she could do to get them to stop. Just as the first drop of tear ran down her face, drawing a line of black mascara along her cheek and falling straight into the sink.

Several more drops began to speckle the sink as Nicole desperately tried to hold her arms to keep them from shaking best she could. Yet just as her face winced up and her legs lost their strength and began to quiver, she became too choked up to continue to try and hold it all back as she sat herself down onto the padded bench provided in the corner of the room, held her hands to her face and cried.

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Author: binkieblondeboy
Timestamp: Jul 18, 2022 at 1:31 AM
Content: Part 14

Late that night, after having composed herself enough to return to the table and finish dinner with Lyle and his sister, Nicole made it back home to her apartment, a fire built up in her stomach like a powder keg ready to blow. As soon as she stepped in her room, she slipped off her heels and flung them across the room followed swiftly by her handbag which she threw against the wall before pacing about the room in a fit.

“Aaugh! Who does she think she is!?” Nicole grieved loudly.

“What - does she think I’m not good enough for him? Does she think I can’t take care of him or myself? What makes her so special? Stupid financial assistant. Who needs a financial assistant anyway? She probably just helps to make rich companies cheat on their taxes to get more rich.” Nicole continued as she stomped about the room a while longer.

Eventually, after tiring herself out from walking about, she plopped down on the bed with a heavy thud with her hands squeezed over her head which throbbed intensely. When she finally came to roll over, she opened her eyes and saw the diaper she wore the night before folded up nice and neat on the dresser where she’d unintentionally left it that morning. After a second of laying there and looking at it, Nicole reached out, grabbed the diaper, flung open her closest door and threw it in with all of her unfolded clothes, slamming the door right after. After that night, she didn’t even want to look at it again. She was foolish to have bought it to begin with.

For the remainder of the night, Nicole would simply try and keep it easy, or at least as easy as she could with how frustrated and angry she was. Never before had she had an anxiety attack like she did that very night. She never even imagined it could happen to her. She was frightened for the first time since she was little, and she didn’t know when it could happen again. Trying to put it out of her mind, she took a long hot shower and turned straight into bed where she spent much of the night awake as before, worrying about a great many uncertain things.

The following morning, Nicole woke up just before noon, her eyes dark with fatigue. She didn’t even bother to set a wake up alarm on her phone. For a while she just laid there staring up at the ceiling as her tired mind raced through all the things she’d done over the past few days. By the time she’d finally got the strength to check her phone she noticed a text from the research institute reminding her of her follow up appointment at 12pm.

“Aaugh!” Nicole grieved aloud. That was the last thing she wanted to deal with that day.

No - she thought to herself. Not today. She’s not going. She had a rough night last night and she’s sick of this whole diaper thing. It was a little fun for a moment but by now she had more important things to worry about. No - she’s not going.

Nicole slapped her phone down onto the bed as she rubbed her tired eyes for a moment.

Then again, she thought, if she wanted to get paid she had to go, and the money would be really nice. Nice enough to get her car fixed.

“Ugh - fine.” She said aloud as she finally rolled out of bed, got dressed, nabbed a protein bar from the cabinet and headed out for the appointment.

At the research institute, Nicole sat in the doctor’s office, her foot impatiently tapping the floor, as the doctor hooked her up to a machine, though one different from the electrode one she’d been hooked up to during previous sessions.

“Alright Mrs. Saldana.” The Doctor said. “Today we’re going to do something a little different. I’m going to have you watch this computer monitor here while we monitor your blood pressure and your heart rate with this device attached to your arm and chest here. We’ll also be keeping track of your retinal movement with this camera here on the monitor,On the monitor itself we will show you a series of video images that have been selected for you to see. Meanwhile I’ll be asking for just some general information about you. Okay?”

“Okay.” Nicole replied.

The doctor turned on the monitor which began to cycle through a series of stock footage. First showing a tree, then a beach, then a fireplace, then a cooked meal.

“Alright - what is your name?” The Doctor asked.

“Nicole Saldana.” She replied.

The monitor then showed an aerial view of a tropical island, then of a boat sailing over crystal blue water, then of people dancing at a party, then a tense sports match.

“And what is your occupation?” The Doctor asked.

“Cosmetic saleswoman.” Nicole answered a tad bitterly.

The monitor then showed a cozy log cabin, then a calm forest, a fit man lying on the beach, a couple on a dinner date and then horses grazing in a field.

“What car do you drive?” The Doctor asked.

“A Honda Civic.” Nicole replied.

The monitor then showed a woman cradling a baby, a baby's room, a baby’s crib and a baby doll being fed.

“What did you major in?” The Doctor asked.

“Um - business and economics.” Nicole replied.

The monitor then showed clouds in the sky, a field of grain, mountains in the distance, then a couple making out and then a couple's bare feet as they laid in under the bed covers together.

“And where are your grandparents from?” The Doctor asked.

“Ecuador.” Nicole replied.

The monitor then showed a couple feeding each other strawberries, then a man cradling a woman in his arms and giving her a piggyback, then a series of baby toys from blocks to stuffed animals and a stuffed monkey being changed into a diaper, powder and all.

“And how long have you lived in this city?” The Doctor asked.

“Uh - uh - my whole life.” Nicole replied.

“Alright - well that’s about all we need.” The Doctor said.

Nicole took a deep breath and sighed.

“Hmm - interesting.” The Doctor said, looking over the data.

“What is it?” Nicole asked nervously.

“Oh nothing. Just interesting.” The Doctor replied.

“Oh - okay.” Nicole said, a drip of sweat rolling down her forehead.

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Author: binkieblondeboy
Timestamp: Jul 29, 2022 at 3:56 AM
Content: Part 15

As soon as she got home, Nicole rushed through the door like a hurricane. She kicked off her shoes and tossed her purse on the couch before plopping down on it herself.

There she just sat, slouched over with her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hand. She stared at the television, though it was off. Her foot began to tap as if having become antsy. After several minutes of blowing at the hair in her face she finally laid down on the couch with her hand behind her head and the other on her stomach which gradually began to heave as her breathing grew all the more intense.

Soon enough, she was off the couch and into her room. After pacing about restlessly for a second, she slid open her closet door before instantly slamming it shut again. She then hopped onto her bed where she rolled about trying to find a comfortable position to lay. Eventually, she simply buried her face into her pillow as if trying to smother herself. A few anxious seconds later, Nicole would roll back over again and stare up at the ceiling for an anxious second.

“That’s it - I’m getting rid of it.” She said aloud.

But how? She thought to herself. Throw it out? Wasteful, especially considering how much money she spent on it. Go through with the joke? No, it doesn’t seem as funny the way she was still feeling after last night.

“Ugh!” She groaned as she suddenly remembered the night before at the restaurant.

She had to get her mind off it or else she was going to spend the whole day in a bitter mood. She needed to think of something else. The diaper! What was she to do with it? Wear it about the apartment all day? Use it?

What if she used it?

No, that would be strange and above all disgusting. But it wouldn’t be a waste. No - it’s too gross. Besides she wouldn’t know how to - you know, wet herself properly. But she could maybe ask that girl she was chatting online with. She might be able to tell her how.

Nicole hopped on her computer and froze. What was the name of that site again? She thought long and hard till she succumbed to a headache. Eventually it came to her. She looked up the site and got as far as the log-in screen.

‘Oh, what was her stupid password again?’ She thought.

After several failed tries, Nicole figured it out. It was a junk password she always used for sites she had no intention to use more than once. There she found a string of unread messages from misscandymermaid.

“Hey, what are you up to?”

“How did the pull-ups go?”

“Do you not want to talk anymore?” The messages read.

Nicole, nervous for having been absent for so long, managed to type up a reply.

“Hey, sorry for being MIA. Just busy. Hope u r doing ok. I got rid of the pull-ups, but I did order an adult diaper as a joke for my bf. Any advice on how to wear them?” Nicole said, sending the message instantly.

She waited a few minutes for a response. Then half an hour. Then an hour before moving away from her computer to do other things. By late evening, after Nicole had finished her supper and taken her shower, she found no reply still. By then she’d given up for the day. In fact, by then she no longer even cared. She’d gotten over her sporadic excitement and was now just slightly depressed from the night before. She couldn’t stand Lyle’s sister and the more she thought about their conversation the more she fantasized about running her over with her beat up car. She plopped down in bed in her pajamas and checked her phone one last time before setting her alarm. She found a text from Lyle reminding her of his cousins out of state wedding she’d promised to attend.

“Hey, just wanted to let u know Lauren’s wedding is in two weeks. I know it’s kind of short notice but do u think u could make it? My family would really appreciate getting a chance to see u. It’s all the way in Oregon, don’t worry my sis can pay for our hotel stay. What do u say?” Lyle texted.

“Ugh!” Nicole groaned being reminded of Lyle’s sister.

“Yeah, of course. I’ll have to plead with my boss, but sure. Luv u - xoxo” Nicole replied back.

And with that, Nicole set her phone on the side table, curled up under her covers and went to sleep.

The following morning, Nicole woke up a whole hour before her alarm. After tossing about for about ten minutes in the hopes of getting a bit more rest, Nicole finally relented and simply got out of bed. Wanting to take advantage of the early morning air, she hastily got dressed in her spandex sports pants and bra and went out for a brisk jog around the park before annoying neighborhood kids could convene and hog the sidewalk and before any off the careless dog walkers could allow their hounds to stink up the grass ways with their crap.

Back at the apartment, Nicole chatted up on the phone with Cynthia.

“Girl no, his sister was a total high-class snob. Very pompous, very debonair. Bleh - I couldn’t stand another minute with her. And get this, I agreed to go to Oregon with Lyle for his cousin’s wedding where I’ll get to see even more of her and her dull husband.” Nicole said as she walked into the apartment.

“Well, at least you’ll know what the in-laws might be like.” Cynthia replied.

“Oh please don’t me started on that prospect. I can’t get Lyle to agree to clean up his apartment. Marriage is still well down the planning list. Anyway, I’ll talk to you later.” Nicole said.

“Oh, speaking of celebrities, did you see where Morgan posted a pic of her and David with Oliva Rodrigo at the concert they went to last night?” Cynthia added.

“You’re joking. They really got up close to her and got their picture taken together. I have to see it! Bye girl.” Nicole replied, hanging up.

Nicole quickly washed her hair and changed into her casual wear before hopping straight down at her computer, her wet towel still draped over her shoulders, and immediately opened her browser to catch up on her social media feed. When she opened it though, she was instantly greeted by her incomplete profile page on that abdl site she’d been on the night before where she was surprised to see she’d actually received a reply back from misscandymermaid.

“Hey, great to hear from u again. Cool that you’re giving dips a try! If u want to wear them just make sure the tape side is in the back. U can put it on laying down but u might need to stand up and walk around in them for a second to make necessary adjustments.” She replied.

After a seconds wait, Nicole formed an immediate reply.

“Thank you so much! Is there anything else I need? Powder maybe?” Nicole replied.

Nicole stepped away from the computer to prepare a breakfast of fruit, oats and soy milk. About ten minutes later when she returned, she’d already got a response back.

“Powder yes! If u r planning on wetting the diaper.” Misscandymermaid responded.

“What kind of powder?” Nicole asked.

“Cornstarch powder to help prevent rashes and irritation while wearing. Just make sure u put it on as much as the genital area and ur butt as possible.” Misscandymermaid replied.

“Cool! Interesting to know. Ty a ton.” Nicole said.

“No problem.” Misscandymermaid said. “So what else is going on in ur life? Still working retail?” She continued.

Nicole, feeling inclined to respond back, would continue on with the chat for a half an hour longer, first talking about simple work before moving on to other life grievances to relationships and finally the anxiety attack Nicole had the night before.

“I spent half the night just crying in the restroom.” Nicole said.

“That’s devastating. Sorry to hear that. Do u have a therapist by any chance?” Misscandymermaid said.

“No. I really can’t afford one.” Nicole said.

“If u can’t afford help u should at least seek out help from friends and family. U just can’t keep ur problems bottled up inside. That’s what leads to stress and anxiety. Plus u shouldn’t be so self conscious all the time and afraid of what other people might think of u. If u try ur best and are happy and don’t hurt anyone else, u should be fine as long as ur not facing any serious harassment from someone just for being who u r. In that case, try reporting the bullies online and to others who may be able to help if u feel in danger.” Misscandymermaid replied.

“I think I understand. Thanks a lot. I’ve got major chores I forgot to do yesterday that I need to get done. Talk to u later.” Nicole ended.

“Anytime ” Misscandymermaid replied.

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Author: binkieblondeboy
Timestamp: Aug 10, 2022 at 1:25 AM
Content: Part 16

That Wednesday, after another humdrum and tiring day at work, Nicole returned home to her apartment late into the evening after a quick run to the supermarket. She had the following days off and was looking forward to a nice evening to decompress and relax. In the kitchen, she stood around unbagging and arranging all the groceries and items she got at the store; celery sticks, protein shake mix, eggs, canned soup, grilled vegetable packets, dish soap, conditioner, lipstick, mascara, trash-bags, toilet paper, air-freshener and a tiny bottle of hygienic cornstarch skin powder.

By early nightfall, after a little television and quick search online for relevant job openings, Nicole found herself perched at her computer in a long sleeve pajama shirt and a diaper with her bare feet up along the edge of her seat as she dined on a hot bowl of chicken fajita while browsing through a library of pictures and free to watch abdl videos. One such clip was that of a woman getting changed into a diaper while strapped down to a crib. Nicole would continue to take intermediary bites of her chicken all while occasionally rubbing and caressing the front of her diaper with her free hand as she kept on scrolling through more and more abdl content.

She found videos of girls and guys, mostly girls though, getting spanked with paddles, fondled with sex toys while being powdered and changed into diapers and being breastfed by other girls often with large bosoms. What would feel like five minutes would turn out to be whole half hours with time just flying by as she continued to search for every term that would have led her to discovering more and more results. She was particularly mindful to check out one video of a young woman dressed in a lingerie top wetting herself in an extra thick maxi diaper. There wasn’t much to take away from it, other than that the girl found it to be extremely hot, yet Nicole found herself to still be a bit uncertain of the process.

By the time she’d finished her dinner, it was already well past the time she’d usually take her shower and prepare to turn in. After putting away her dishware, Nicole plopped down on her bed and just sat there a moment. She had decidedly gone the whole day without using the bathroom, having not gone since earlier that morning. She even skipped her usual restroom break at work, all in tepid anticipation for that night. Yet with the hour dwindling ever more to a close, Nicole found herself uncertain as to what to do next. She did have to pee, that’s for sure, but how?

She figured the bathroom was the only sensible place, in case the process was messier than anticipated, but then she may as well just use the toilet while it’s right within reach of her. Isn’t the whole point to diaper wearing being to go where you usually can’t? In that case, the bedroom was the next best option, not as private as the bathroom but private enough to not feel too strange about peeing where company would usually hang out. But in what way? Should she be standing or sitting? She could ask that girl on the abdl site again, but it’s too late in the evening for that and besides she wanted to be done with the whole ordeal as soon as possible that night.

She guessed she just had to do it.

Nicole got a dirty towel from out the laundry basket and laid it down along her bed just in case before gently sitting herself down on it. And there she sat, waiting and waiting until. . .

Nothing.

She sat with her legs spread apart, at first reclined back a bit and then learning forward on her knees. Eventually she got so frustrated waiting she just crossed her legs and sat with her chin propped up in her hand.

“Oh come on!” She thought. “After going all day without going to the bathroom and after drinking all the fluids as she usually does, how could it be this difficult?”

Try as she may, she couldn’t go. She tried standing up, she tried lying down and she even tried sitting on the floor like the girl in the video with her knees up and spread apart. The more and more she tried the more and more she just felt . . . horny, which wasn’t helping as it kept her from fully being able to ease herself. Even when she tried to relax and clear her mind some little, tiny mechanism in her brain just kept her from relieving herself as if she was so toilet trained that she’d forgotten how to just pee unconsciously without having to think about. Of course, she’d been camping before with Lyle and even then she had a hard time forcing herself to go out in the woods. She just couldn’t do it.

She could wait till her bladder was so full that she really would simply have an accident whether she wanted to or not, but who knew how long that would take and besides she didn’t want to hurt or damage herself in some way just to rid herself of this stupid diaper.

“Well, that was anticlimactic” She thought.

She plopped back down on the bed for a moment and decided to give it one more try, this time clearing her head and allowing herself to just relax. For a second she thought she had something, some tension in the pelvis, a little quiver running through her body. She just kept trying to clear her mind, not thinking of what she was doing but instead of her shows and the great times she spent with friends. It was then she had an epiphany. If she did this, she could never look anyone in the eye ever again without admitting to herself that she wet herself in a diaper as a grown adult. How embarrassing an admission like that would be, even if kept to herself.

After much anticipation, Nicole finally relaxed herself and gave up, resuming the usual position with her head propped up by her hand as she sat slouched over with her elbow on her legs. Letting out a sigh, she finally rose from the bed and decided to call it a night by hitting the shower.

As she walked over to her dresser to retrieve the rest of her pajama ensemble and pick out a clean pair of underwear, she felt something a slight bit off. Before she could make it into the bathroom, she stopped and paused for a second as she reached down and felt the front of the diaper. She pressed and squished around on it a bit before tossing her clothes aside and seating herself back down on her bed. Undoing the tapes of the diaper, she unfolded the front of it and looked down within. Squinting her eyes a bit in the dim light, she delicately reached her hand down and felt about the interior of the cotton diaper padding with just the very tip of her finger. It was then she found it; a small wet spot just beneath the groin. It wasn’t much though, just a tiny spot. But it was a spot. Since she did make a little spot in the diaper she may as well try and use it up as much as she could.

Nicole got down off the bed and sat herself on the floor, her legs positioned under her bottom this time as she leaned forward on her hands and knees like a baby about to crawl. She sat and waited further, allowing her mind to clear of any distracting thoughts, sitting and waiting more until suddenly she felt her bladder give way. She didn’t wet herself though, instead her groin tensing up immensely at the last minute to prevent her. She just had to relax, her mind and her body, taking long controlled breaths, in and out, in and out. She let her shoulders drop, cracked her neck a little, stretched out her back and then. . .

She felt a great tremble run from her hips, up through her spine and to her shoulders as the tension in her pelvis gave way and she began to feel herself really pee in earnest. And she just went, more and more and more she just kept peeing to where she couldn’t stop even if she tried. Continuing to take deep breaths, she could feel a warm sensation building along the front of the diaper before gradually running down beneath her crotch and toward her behind. Her legs which she sat on quivered uncontrollably along with her arms as her hands clenched the carpet before her. She reached back with one hand for a moment and placed it against the front of the diaper where she could feel the slight tremor and vibrations of the flow as if a rapid flood had just broken loose between her thighs.

Nicole tried to hold back a little, but she couldn’t as she just kept going and going, longer than what she could have imagined she was capable of. It felt as though she’d been going for nearly a minute straight as she could really feel the diaper gradually begin to weigh down heavily between her legs. She just kept peeing and peeing as her forehead broke out in a mild sweat until finally she felt herself come to a stop. She raised up her torso and sat erect for a moment, straightening her back out as she continued to feel just a few more small piddles before finally feeling fully relieved.

Letting out a long, controlled exhale, Nicole, slowly and delicately, rose up to her feet as she just stood in the middle of the room for a second. The diaper sagged a bit as it felt as though she had a rock tucked between her legs. Waddling over toward the mirror, Nicole gave herself a look over, finding the diaper to appear discernibly bulkier than before and a bit discolored in the crotch area, like old white plastic that had tanned slightly with age. And there Nicole just took a moment to look at herself, face to face, eye to eye.

“There she was.” She thought. “Nicole Saldana, twenty-seven years old, daughter of Edward and Selena Saldana, older sister of Danny Saldana, four year honor roll student, bronze medalist in her girls all-state track and field high school division, knitting hobbyist, college grad barely making honors, trained dancer, violinist, music enthusiast, theater student, aspiring business owner and beauty influencer, a caring friend, romantic partner to Lyle, dissatisfied retail worker - and she’d just peed herself in her bedroom while wearing a diaper.”

How did her life get to this point?

The question now was what to do with the diaper now that she’d soiled it. After a long look at herself and after letting out a quiet sigh, Nicole stepped over to her computer where she immediately plopped down at her chair without giving it a thought. Just as her butt hit the seat she immediately felt the wet squish against her butt as a little liquid squirted out onto her thighs. Nicole, wide eyed and a bit caught off guard, instantly looked down at the splattered little mess she made on the chair before letting out a long. . .

“Uuuugh!”

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Author: binkieblondeboy
Timestamp: Aug 24, 2022 at 2:16 AM
Content: Part 17

The following day, Nicole had originally made plans to meet up with Cynthia at a coffee place but instead canceled at the last minute in favor of staying home in the apartment. She hit the shower early after her morning jog, being particularly mindful to scrub extra hard about the groin and buttock region while also taking the time to shave what bristles of hair she had left about the pelvis. Afterward, she splashed some perfume along her genital area as she tried desperately to mask the unmistakable smell of urine that had bedeviled her since late last night after she’d wet herself. Despite all her efforts, Nicole could hardly mitigate the odor entirely and felt that she still smelt too much like pee to safely leave the apartment that day. The diaper, she had thrown out the night before, wrapped in a plastic grocery bag straight in one of the dumpsters in the back alley behind the apartment building when no one was looking.

About half an hour before noon, Nicole sat up in her room, scrubbing the seat of her swivel desk chair with a sponge and a strong solution of vinegar and baking soda while texting on the phone with Cynthia and Misscandymermaid, carrying on with two conversations at the same time.

“So I got Fri and Mon off next week to go to Lyle’s cousin’s wedding and my boss just rolled her eyes as if she didn’t believe me when I said I was going out of state.” Nicole texted.

“Why?” Cynthia replied.

“She just assumes I’m taking time off just to be with Lyle.” Nicole texted back.

“Next time u should try giving plastic diaper covers a try.” Misscandymermaid texted her.

“I’ll take that into consideration. Any advice on how to get rid of the urine smell?” Nicole asked.

“Just be sure to wash well, shave if need be and a little deodorant shouldn’t hurt as long as you don’t have any reactions.” Misscandymermaid replied.

“I’ve been thinking about whether or not to tell Lyle about trying diapers. I don’t know how he’d react.” Nicole texted.

“What u and Lyle do is ur business. She’s in no position to judge. U’v earned the time off.” Cynthia replied.

“If ur afraid he won’t accept u, then hold off until u feel he’s ready. If not then tell him. U may be surprised.” Misscandymermaid replied.

“Ty. I only hope his sister won’t be any bother.” Nicole texted back.

“Just ignore her. If she gets too personal just tell Lyle.” Cynthia replied.

“I guess it won’t hurt to tell him. After all, we've had worse arguments.” Nicole texted.

“Great! Better get it out in the open then to let the secret tear u apart.” Misscandymermaid replied.

Later that following Wednesday, Nicole was in Lyle’s apartment to help him pack and to spend a little romantic evening together before they left for the weekend. Lyle spent much of the time searching for his deodorant, dress shoes, camera and other miscellaneous belongings while Nicole cleaned and pressed his suit which had been found wrinkled up and covered in hair on the floor of his closet. After a nice dinner, which they simply had delivered, Lyle finished cramming whatever he could in his beat up old suitcase while Nicole sat up in his bed with the covers pulled all the way up over her legs and against her chest.

“Lyle?” Nicole said.

“Yes?” He replied as he continued stuffing his neatly cleaned suit into his case.

“Do you think your family will like me?” Nicole asked.

“Of course. What are you saying? I wouldn’t be surprised if they like you more than me.” Lyle replied.

“What about your sister? She seems very - particular.” Nicole continued.

“She’s always been that way ever since we were kids and she used to criticize my friends for eating bugs. If she ever starts to intimidate you, just tell her to shove a crayon up her nose. She did that when she was four and my parents had to go to the hospital to take it out. She’s mostly just talk. You’ll get used to her.” Lyle replied as he zipped up his suitcase the best he could.

“I’m serious Lyle. I’ve never met your family before and I don’t know if they’ll be all too thrilled with me.” Nicole said.

“What’s there to worry about? You’re the most attentive and nurturing girl I’ve been out with in a while. As long as you’re not addicted to drugs or anything or have a felony record you’ll be fine. The bar’s set pretty low in this family.” Lyle replied, as he slid his pants off and threw them on the floor.

“That’s not true. You told me your dad was an architect designer and your mom was a psychologist.” Nicole said.

“Yeah - but they still partied hard every now and again. That’s how they had my sister. Just don’t worry Nicole, you’re fine. Whatever brought on this concern all of a sudden?” Lyle replied.

“I don’t know. I guess I just haven’t been feeling myself lately is all. Lyle, can I tell you something really important?” Nicole said.

“I don’t know. Does it require me having to give up beer and sports betting?” Lyle said.

“I’m pregnant.” Nicole said.

Lyle, dumbfounded, was left momentarily speechless.

“Are - are you serious?” Lyle stuttered.

“No - but I was hoping to at least soften you up for what else I have to tell you.” Nicole said, nervously.

“Oh, phew! Don’t kid me like that when you know I’ve got high blood pressure Nicole.” Lyle said with relief. “So what is it really?”

Nicole took a deep breath and slid the covers off her legs as she sat up in his bed wearing a camisole tank top and a large plain white diaper pulled all the way up to her navel.

Lyle looked at her in awe again before his playful smirk returned to him.

“Changing underwear again? I remember the boxer brief phase. I’m just waiting for the lace thong to come back into season.” Lyle replied.

“Lyle, you remember that science experiment I signed up for?” Nicole asked.

“Science experiment? Oh yes, the one where they’re trying to brainwash you into wearing diapers. So what - did you finally forget how to use the toilet?” Lyle chuckled.

“No - but I did try out a diaper.” Nicole said.

“I can see that. Is it at least comfortable?” Lyle asked.

“Yeah, I guess.” Nicole replied.

“Well that’s good. Now would you like me to change you or would you rather have your baba?” Lyle asked as he sat on the bed next to her.

“This isn’t a joke Lyle. I really did try wearing diapers.” Nicole said with a straight face.

“Okay, so you tried wearing a diaper. So what? We all try new things. I’ve been trying to get you to try new things ever since we’ve been dating. It’s not like going to be wearing them from now on.” Lyle said.

“What if I did?” Nicole asked timidly.

“What do you mean ‘what if you did’? You don’t seriously want to wear diapers do you?” Lyle said as he lost his cheer.

“I don’t know. I’m just asking ‘what if I did’?” Nicole went on.

“You can’t be serious. You want to wear diapers from now on?” Lyle asked, growing concerned.

“I didn’t say that. I’m just asking how you’d feel about me wearing diapers every now and again.” Nicole replied.

“Well I don’t approve of this.” Lyle said as he rose to his feet. “I’m not comfortable with you choosing to wear diapers from now on. I’m just not.”

“Why not?” Nicole asked, tensely hugging her legs to her chest.

“Because it’s just not healthy. I don’t want you pooping your pants.” Lyle said.

“It’s not like I’m wearing them to crap myself.” Nicole replied.

“Then why do you want to wear them?” Lyle asked frantically.

“I just - I don’t know.” Nicole replied.

“Oh, Cynthia told me something about you wearing diapers, but I thought it was all for a joke.” Lyle grieved.

“Darn it Cynthia.” Nicole grumbled quietly under her breath.

“I don’t want you wearing diapers. It’s unnatural. It’s fine as a joke but to keep wearing them is just creepy and gross.” Lyle said.

“Gross!? So now I’m gross. Need I remind you of the things you’ve asked me to do for you.” Nicole replied as she held out her pinky finger as a remembrance.

“That’s different. That’s the consensual stuff that couples do in the bedroom. Wearing diapers is just sick. It’s the kind of stuff a - a -” Lyle stuttered.

“A what!? A pedophile would be in to? Is that what I am? I hate kids, you know that.” Nicole retorted.

“No. But it’s still not okay, especially since this was all a result of the stupid brianwashing experiment you signed up for. You know, we could sue those people for this kind of stuff.” Lyle said.

“Sue them for what? What can we sue them for?” Nicole asked.

“For messing with your mind and giving you an unhealthy affliction. They can’t be allowed to do that.” Lyle said, getting ever more worked up.

“Well it’s not like I really have the time or the money to be suing anyone right now. What do you want me to do!?” Nicole said, equally getting steamed.

“Well you have to do something. I can’t have you wearing diapers at my cousin’s wedding.” Lyle said.

“I’m not going to wear a diaper to your cousin’s wedding! Aye Dio! I just asked how you’d feel about wearing diapers.” Nicole said.

“Well I’m not okay with it. I’m telling you now to not wear diapers again.” Lyle demanded.

“Oh, so now you’re telling me what to do. What about all the times I asked you to cut back on the drinking?” Nicole said, fuming.

“I don’t have a drinking problem and if I did at least it wouldn’t be out of the ordinary.” Lyle said as he began to pace around the room.

“What is ordinary?” Nicole muttered to herself.

“Look, all I’m asking is for you to stop wearing diapers and don’t bother bringing any of this up while we’re at the wedding.” Lyle said.

Nicole sat quiet for a second.

“ - No.” She replied sternly. “I’m not going to do something just because you tell me to. If you think you’ve got a case then fine, but I’ll act on my conscience when someone convinces me what the right thing to do is.”

“You’re not wearing diapers this weekend while we’re out of state together.” Lyle commanded.

“I never intended to. I’m just saying you could be a little more understanding and supportive of me in my time of stress and confusion.” Nicole said.

“I am trying to support you. I’m looking out for you and that’s why I don’t want you getting into this diaper thing.” Lyle said.

“Why? Because it’s bad and unhealthy, or because it just creeps you out and makes you embarrassed to have me as a girlfriend?” Nicole replied as she glared at him.

“Now you’re just accusing me of being judgmental. Well fine. If you don't like the way I feel about this then why don’t you just stay here and I’ll go to my cousin’s wedding alone.” Lyle said.

Nicole fell quiet for another second.

“ - Fine. I’ll stay. You go alone.” Nicole said.

“Fine. I’ll see you again Monday and we’ll discuss this whole diaper thing then.” Lyle said with his arms crossed.

“Fine.” Nicole said as she slowly got up out of Lyle’s bed, the diaper crinkling loudly amid the awkward silence as she got her clothes and walked toward the bathroom.

“And don’t throw that diaper if it’s wet in my trash can.” Lyle said.

“Don’t worry. I’ll just leave it on the floor like you do with the rest of your trash.” Nicole said as she walked out the room and can be heard slamming the bathroom door down the hall.

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Author: binkieblondeboy
Timestamp: Sep 4, 2022 at 1:03 AM
Content: Part 18

The following day, Friday, Nicole was up early after a hard night’s sleep of crying and constant turning over. Her suitcases, still packed, sat in the corner by her closet. Over in the other corner was a diaper, wrinkled up and torn with some of the stuffing coming out after she’d stomped on it the night before and kicked it to where it laid now. She sat up in her bed, curled up into a ball with her arms around her legs and her chin tucked between her knees. She’d had the day off work, but wasn’t going anywhere. She just sat up, thinking all to herself as to what she wanted to do.

She checked her phone. By now Lyle should have been arriving at the airport ready to leave, but she received no texts nor any messages from him. Nicole was alone for the weekend with no plans, yet there was no sense of relief. Instead, she had a built up frustration in her that she couldn’t determine how to get out. She was angry, upset, confused, sad, bitter and afraid and she wasn’t quite sure how to relieve the strain. Eventually, she got up off the bed, got dressed and ran out the apartment without a shower or anything to eat on the way out.

Nicole ran down to the medical institute where she paid an unscheduled visit. There she waited in the doctor’s office for some time while he was busy in a meeting until he finally entered the room and shut the door behind him.

“Good morning Ms. Saldana. Wasn’t expecting to meet with you today. Is there anything the matter?” The Doctor asked.

“Um, yes. I need your help.” She replied.

“Help with what exactly?” The Doctor asked as he sat against his desk, flipping through some files he had in his hands.

“I need to drop this experiment, if you’ll forgive me.” Nicole said.

“Drop the experiment? Whatever for?” The Doctor asked.

“Look - I just want to be done with the experiment. Alright?” Nicole said, getting a little panicky.

“Is everything alright?” The Doctor asked.

“Everything is - fine. I just can’t keep attending appointments. I’m really busy and I’ve got other stuff to do now.” Nicole replied.

“Oh - well, would you mind at least filling out another questionnaire while you’re here? It’d sure help us a great deal.” The Doctor asked.

“Listen to me! I don’t want to do any more questionnaires or any more electrotherapy or any more stupid retinal scans. I just want to be through with this experiment.” Nicole replied, getting testy.

“Well hold on now. Are you sure you’re alright Ms. Saldana?” The Doctor asked.

“I’M FINE! I just need to be done with this stupid experiment because I can’t afford to be addicted to wearing diapers. I’ve got a life, a job and a boyfriend to worry about and I’m tired of these freaking diapers!” Nicole shouted as she rose up from her office chair and grabbed onto the doctor’s lab coat.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa - settle down now. Did you just say you’ve been wearing diapers this whole time?” The Doctor asked as Nicole loosened her grip.

“Um - “ Nicole uttered as she took a long pause.

Eventually, she released the doctor from her clutch, stepped back and let out a long sigh.

“Yes - I wore a diaper - once - kind of twice - no, definitely twice - or more than that actually.” Nicole said.

“Well you never informed us of any of this behavior. How long has this been going on?” The Doctor asked.

“About - several weeks after the experiment started.” Nicole said, avoiding eye contact.

“Well that’s most intriguing. Ms. Saldana, you should have reported this behavior to us much sooner. It is most vital to our study.” The Doctor said.

“I don’t want to be a part of this study! I don’t want my brain waves scrambled into making me dependent upon diapers. I’m a grown woman! I shouldn’t be going tinkle in diapers no more. I need you please, to fix my brain so I don’t have these urges any more! Pronto!” Nicole said, getting deeply impatient.

“Well I’m sorry Ms. Saldana.” The Doctor said. “But there’s nothing we can do about that.”

“What do you mean there’s nothing you can do!? You guys are the ones who altered my brain to make me this way. You know, I can sue you for that kind of stuff. Permanent brain damage while inducing personal and emotional distress. I bet I can get big money for that and you guys will be ruined.” Nicole said, becoming instantly confrontational.

“Well, I’m sorry Ms. Saldana but you have no grounds to sue us. You see, we never did alter any of your cranial neurons in any way.” The Doctor said.

Nicole, flabbergasted, just looked at him in confusion for a second.

“Wait - what do you mean you never altered my brain? Isn’t that all this whole experiment was about?” Nicole asked.

“Well no, not really. You see, we were going to tell you at the end of the experiment, but we never really were altering your brain artificially in any way. It was all just a ruse.” The Doctor replied.

“A - ruse!?” Nicole stuttered loudly.

“Yes - you see those pills we’d given you were only just placebos. And as for the electrotherapy, that was all just pretend. We weren’t really altering the physical make-up of your brain.” The Doctor went on.

“It was all just a - “ Nicole said, completely dumbfounded. “But then why is it that I suddenly have the urge to wear diapers?”

“Well you see Ms. Saldana, the point of this experiment was to simply examine the effects of psychological suggestion. We simply sought to merely suggest that we were altering your cranial neurons to see how you’d respond to such an inference. There was no medical procedure involved. Only a little psychological suggestion.” The Doctor replied.

“Psychological? You mean, you really didn’t do anything to my brain?” Nicole asked.

“That’s right. We merely wanted you to think that we did to see if you’d alter your own behavior in any way. I have to say, out of all the participants you’re one of the handful of women to have actually reported taking an interest in diaperism and infantilism. They rest either tried and didn’t exactly get into it or weren’t really interested in any of it to begin with. Although, that’s to be expected given the percentage of women who are naturally reported to be into abdl and cgl. Of course, nearly a fifth of the men and transwomen we studied got into them just fine.” The Doctor went on.

“So I didn’t have my - mind - altered?” Nicole asked herself as it had yet to sink in.

“Well, not necessarily. You did say you weren’t into diapers before the experiment, but now if you’re feeling the desire to wear them you have, through your own experience, altered the way you go about viewing diapers which has likely changed your perception both physically and psychologically.” The Doctor said.

Nicole just collapsed and fell back down into the chair.

“You shouldn’t in any way feel discouraged Ms. Saldana. Although it may be labeled a disorder, a little infantilism and diaper play every now and then can be a healthy thing, as long as it doesn’t get out of control and consume your life.” The Doctor said. “Let me just say this, if it ever gets to the point where you begin to feel anxiety or depression over not being allowed to wear diapers, I’d suggest you don’t hold back and wear them whenever you feel appropriate. And if you ever feel as though your diaper wearing is getting out of hand and you can’t imagine going a day without constantly wearing them, then I suggest you seek immediate professional help, especially since such a condition could be a sign of greater mental stress and anxiety.”

Nicole, quiet, just remained seated as she remained in deep contemplation to herself.

“Believe me Ms. Saldana, the only severe mental disorders are the ones that cause uncontrollable pain and hardship on us and all those around us. I’ll give you the contact information of a great psychiatrist we have working here at the institute who you can schedule a session with at our expense. Until then, I suggest you don’t let your urge to wear diapers get you down. If you want to wear them, wear them, and if they become too much for you to handle, then stop until you can meet with our trusted psychiatrist - Okay?” The Doctor said, placing his hand on Nicole’s shoulder.

“Yeah - okay.” Nicole replied woefully.

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Author: binkieblondeboy
Timestamp: Sep 5, 2022 at 3:14 AM
Content: Part 19

By noon, Nicole was waiting outside a coffee shop located in the courtyard outside the shopping mall across the street where she worked where she waited for Cynthia at one of the tables.

“Hey Nicole.” Cynthia greeted politely as she walked up to the table where Nicole was sitting.

“Hey - thanks for telling Lyle about the little secret we had.” Nicole replied in bitter sarcasm.

“What secret?” Cynthia asked as she laid her purse down and took a seat beside Nicole.

“Oh, the one about me and the - baby stuff.” Nicole whispered.

“Oh - well I thought you just got them as a joke. Lyle didn’t seem to mind when I told him. Why - is there something wrong?” Cynthia asked.

“Oh, nothing. Just that Lyle and I had the biggest fight last night.” Nicole said.

“A fight? Over what?” Cynthia asked.

“I just asked him how he’d feel about me wearing - buying - you know. And he just completely freaked out. He thought it was gross, disgusting and unnatural and he just made me feel like I was sick and disturbing and unwanted. And then of course I spent the whole night crying just like that night when I met his sister.” Nicole said, fighting back tears.

“Wait - isn’t this weekend the one Lyle’s cousin’s getting married?” Cynthia asked.

“Yeah, except I’m not going.” Nicole replied, leaving Cynthia dumbfounded.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. Believe me, if I’d known Lyle wouldn’t be accepting of it I wouldn’t have told him. You gotta believe me Nicole, I didn't mean any harm to come between you two.” Cynthia replied anxiously.

“No, it’s alright. It was bound to come out at some point.” Nicole said.

“Did you talk to the science institute or whatever about this? Weren’t they the ones who made you like them?” Cynthia asked.

“Evidently not. I just found out today that the whole thing was a fraud. I mean, I’m still getting paid of course, but they just told me that they never were brainwashing me in any way. They were just pretending to in order to trick me into trying them out. And it worked. Stupid people.” Nicole said.

“So, do you really like to wear - I mean, buy - you know.” Cynthia asked.

Nicole sat in silence for a moment in deep contemplation.

“I’m - not sure. I mean, I wore them in part as a joke but also out of a little curiosity. I thought they were strange at first, but I tried them and found them to actually be soft and comfortable and a little kinky. They were relaxing and also awkward, but they’re fine, I guess. I mean, it’s nothing. I’m not doing drugs and alcohol or beating myself up. I’m just - relaxing about the home in my own strange way. But if Lyle doesn’t like me wearing them then I’m just not going to wear them.” Nicole said.

“Well that’s not right.” Cynthia replied. “I mean, if Lyle thinks he’s just looking out for your best interests, that’s fine - but he still has to understand that if you’re not getting hurt by this and if you really do enjoy wearing them that he has no reason to tell you what to do. I mean, think of all the times you’ve tried to get him to change and you do that kind of stuff because you care about him. And if he cares about you as much as you do about him, he should respect your interests as long as nobody’s getting hurt. It’s all just innocent fun and relaxation.”

“I know but - if Lyle truly feels uncomfortable about me wearing them then I should at least respect his wishes and stop. I mean, if I had a boyfriend who liked eating hair or sniffing underwear I’d have to ask him not to do it while I’m around. It’s just being respectful I guess.” Nicole said.

“Yes, but he’s asking you not to wear them at all, even when he’s not around. That’s not fair. Would you really be okay with giving them up entirely.” Cynthia added.

“Just me, I’d rather lose you know what than Lyle. Lyle can at least help pay the bills.” Nicole replied.

“But Nicole, listen - part of being in a loving relationship is learning to compromise when necessary and if Lyle isn’t willing to budge on this issue then how much is he willing to put up for the relationship?” Cynthia asked.

“Like I said, he’s just looking out for me. He thinks this habit is wrong.” Nicole replied.

“Well that’s just fine. It’s great that he cares about you so much, but if he really, truly does care about you he’ll take the time to understand your behavior and see for himself whether or not it’s healthy instead of just judging you without knowing what it is he’s talking about.” Cynthia replied.

“Well - “ Nicole began.

“Nicole, you’ve always been one to do what you want to do, majoring in business, not drinking at parties, dating Lyle even when every other girl makes fun of him and you for going out with him. If this is seriously something you want to do and it makes you feel happy, then you should be able to stand up for what you like, and I’m sure Lyle, when he gets the chance, will be sensible enough to understand. You just gotta stand your ground and realize that Lyle really is just looking after you, he really is and you shouldn’t be too hard on him. It’s only if he doesn’t take the time to respect and understand you that he’s in the wrong.” Cynthia said.

“I guess. It’s just - I’ve never felt so confused in my life. I mean, before this wasn’t a thing but now I’m wearing the darn things and I don’t know what to think about it. I was afraid Lyle was right and I am sick or something. It’s just - why me? Why diapers? You know? Why can’t I just be normal?” Nicole said.

“Girl, normal doesn’t mean good. What makes you different is what makes you unique and I appreciate you for who you are. And if Lyle cares about you, so will he.” Cynthia said. “Think of it Nicole, is this the thing you’d want to split you two up?”

Nicole was quiet once again.

“I get what you’re saying.” Nicole mumbled. “Thank you Cynthia, you really are a friend. How are you so good about this kind of stuff?”

“I’ll tell you what. You want a secret you can keep about me?” Cynthia said. “I’m into puppy play. Wearing muzzles and collars, eating from a food dish, licking my owner. I once even peed on a hydrant one night while I was on a walk with one of my old boyfriends. Ugh - so exhilarating.” Cynthia said.

“Really? You never told me this before. I never would have pegged you to be into that kind of thing.” Nicole whispered.

“The world’s never as it seems. And I don’t know, I just never thought it was anyone else’s business really. Although then again, if I ever get arrested for urinating in public you’d probably want to know. But I just never wanted it to be anything to put anyone off.” Cynthia said.

“Trust me, you’re not alone.” Nicole sighed.

“And neither are you. It’s great to have someone to talk to about these sorts of things. It’s a real privilege that not everyone has. Better than keeping it bottled up inside and letting it tear you apart from within.” Cynthia said.

“So I’ve heard.” Nicole replied.

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Author: binkieblondeboy
Timestamp: Sep 12, 2022 at 4:19 AM
Content: Part 20

Shortly after her talk with Cynthia, Nicole took a long walk through the park near her apartment where she dawdled through the grass watching the ducks swim through the lake and the couples jogging together along the sidewalk. There, she meandered about for some time, thinking long and hard with the noon sun beating down on her neck, making her sweat just slightly. She felt like there was a great weight chained to her very soul, accompanied by an emptiness in her gut that made her feel hollow inside as well as tired and exhausted. She felt something nagging her, though she couldn’t figure out exactly what. She was troubled, anxious and confused, fretting what her future could be like with diapers and without Lyle, with a big secret and with little who she could entrust it with, with no idea what she wanted to do with her life and with few who she thought she could turn to to help her. It was as if the rug had been pulled out from under her feet and she was in free fall, not knowing where it was she was about to land. But if she truly is in free fall, then she may as well try and enjoy the thrill of it before she is to land on her feet again.

Three days later, late Monday night at her apartment, Nicole was up, sitting on her couch staring at the blank screen of the television, just waiting in anxious anticipation. The buzz of the bell came followed by a few apprehensive knocks at the door, breaking the nerve racking silence that had permeated the room. Nicole, letting out a great sigh, slowly rose up off the couch and went to answer the door.

When she opened it, she found Lyle waiting out in the hall just as she expected.

“Come in.” Nicole greeted him coldly.

Tepidly, Lyle stepped in without a word, slowly shutting the door behind him as Nicole walked off toward the kitchen.

“I’ve got some leftovers if you want any of it. If not, I'm throwing it all in the waste.” Nicole said with her back turned to him as she picked up her dirty dishware.

“No thank you. I’m good.” Lyle replied. “You know, my family missed not getting to see you at the wedding.”

“Shame.” Nicole replied, still busy with putting dishes away.

“Can we please talk, Nicole?” Lyle asked.

“We are talking.” Nicole replied, sounding a bit scornful.

“I’m serious Nicole. I want to talk to you.” Lyle said a bit more forcefully.

“Then talk.” Nicole said. “I’m listening.”

“I want to talk about this - experiment thing. Did you get back to the institute?” Lyle asked.

“Yes.” Nicole said, throwing her plates into the dishwasher.

“ - And?” Lyle furthered.

“And what?” Nicole replied, finally turning to face him. “Do you want to know if they can - fix me?”

“Well can they?” Lyle asked.

“Why yes, they can.” Nicole replied. “They can not only take me off diapers but they can make me less of a nag, more fun and livelier, not so much of a prune all the time, more romantic and tender, smarter with an IQ of over two-hundred. They can even transform my body. Give me bigger boobs, a curvier butt, brighter eyes and a wider mouth to take in more. Is there anything else you want them to change about me? I’ll be sure to tell them. I’ll be your perfect woman, all by your design.”

“Now Nicole, don’t talk to me as if I’m the one who did something wrong.” Lyle replied, getting testy.

“And don’t you give me that tone Lyle. If you were my boy I’d put your grown butt over my knee and spank it.” Nicole said as she stormed out of the kitchen and into her bedroom.

“Nicole, would you drop the mother act and listen to me!?” Lyle said as he quickly followed her into her room. “I’m just looking out for you. Can’t you believe me? I just don’t want for you to end up with a debilitating condition that will screw up your whole life.”

“Oh, trust me. It isn’t the diapers that screwed up my life. It’s my critical parents, my mountain of student loans, every retail sales and marketing job that won’t give me the time of day, this city in all it’s overly expensive apartments, grimy streets, rude pedestrians and noisy traffic, and my inability to even remotely handle it all without feeling like I want to tear the hair out of my head.” Nicole said with her arms folder before her.

“If that’s how you’re truly feeling then we can get you some help. I’m here for you and so is everybody else.” Lyle replied. “I’d just like to settle this diaper thing. Now if that institute really did alter your brain we have grounds to sue them. I was talking to my cousin-in-law, the lawyer, and he said we can sue for damages and for emotional distress. I didn’t tell him exactly about the whole you wearing diapers of course.”

“Lyle -” Nicole began to say before getting a little choked up. “There was no mind control experiment. It was all a hoax. They only made me think they were altering my mind to trick me into trying diapers on my own.”

Lyle, dumbfounded, just stood there speechless for a moment.

“What? You mean it was all just - made up?” Lyle said. “You’re lying to me, aren’t you?”

“Nope. Believe me, I wish I was. But they showed me their methods and equipment and it all checked out. I was not brainwashed in any way. Just mislead.” Nicole said.

“So - what?” Lyle said, still in disbelief. “Do you actually like to wear diapers?”

“Yes - yes I do.” Nicole replied.

“Are you serious? You like to wear diapers. I don’t believe it.” Lyle said.

“Don’t believe it?” Nicole reiterated.

Just then, she abruptly walked over toward her bedroom window, opened it and stuck her head out.

“I’m twenty-eight years old and I still like to wear diapers!” Nicole shouted to the streets.

“Nicole!? Keep it down. What are you doing?” Lyle said. “Get back in here and stop bothering everybody.”

“I’m sorry - I just can’t handle myself.” Nicole replied, retreating back into the room. “I seem to be going a little crazy lately.”

“So have you actually ever - used a diaper?” Lyle asked.

“I’ve worn diapers, I’ve slept in diapers, I’ve peed in a diaper, I accidently went number two in one when I wasn’t expecting it, I masturbated in a diaper and I spent all Saturday in a diaper while doing my errands, going to the store, running my car to the auto shop and eating out at a restaurant with Cynthia and Morgan.” Nicole replied. “And don’t worry, I wore a long dress so no one could notice.”

“And?” Lyle asked.

“I’ve got a headache.” Nicole replied, putting her hand to her forehead.

“So what’s the problem then?” Lyle asked.

“I don’t know.” Nicole grieved. “It’s just, I’m new to this whole diaper thing and the more I try to refrain from wearing diapers or watching diaper media online the more I feel like I’m about to just go insane and end up having to binge wear them to the point of compulsion. I mean, wearing diapers out all day Saturday in public was one of the most exhilarating experiences I’ve had in a long, long time. I mean, it’s better than getting hooked on drugs and alcohol or gouging my eyes out of my head from all the anger and aggression that’s built up inside me. But I just don’t think I want that to be the way I go about dealing with this habit.”

“So then what do you want to do?” Lyle asked.

“What do I want to do?” Nicole reiterated. “I want to be able to do what makes me comfortable without anyone needlessly persecuting me over it. I want to feel held, safe and secure in someone's arms. I want someone who will take care of my needs when I can’t take care of myself. I want someone who isn’t afraid to discipline me, tenderly of course, when they expect better of me.”

“So you want someone to be your dad, is that what I’m getting?” Lyle asked.

“No. I also want someone I myself can take care of too. To nurture and look after as if they were my own. Someone who’ll look up to me and know that they can count on me to be there for them too. And I wanted that someone to be you.” Nicole said.

A long silence fell between them.

“I do look up to you Nicole.” Lyle said. “You’re amazing, hard working and compassionate. I’ve always relied on having you around to take care of me. And I’d like to take care of you too, if I can. I know things have been a little hard for you with work and all, and I’d just like to be there for you when you need me.”

“Oh, that reminds me. I quit my job the other day.” Nicole sighed.

“What? You quit?” Lyle said. “Well what are you going to do now?”

“I got hired at another place. Bartending at a restaurant. They’re really desperate for workers.” Nicole said.

“A bartender? You, a girl who hardly likes to drink?” Lyle replied.

“Yeah. I figured it would at least be a new experience. Plus dealing with drunks isn’t anything new to me.” Nicole said.

“Well, you always were one to look out for me and kick my butt into shape whenever you expect more from me.” Lyle said. “I guess I just want to do the same. That’s why I was concerned about you wearing diapers. I thought something might be really wrong with you and that there was something I needed to do to help you.”

“Accepting me for who I am is a good start. I mean, unless this diaper thing begins to consume my life you can feel free to step in, just like I do whenever you drink too much.” Nicole replied. “It’s just, when you flipped out over me wearing a diaper and demanded me to quit, I felt devastated. Like the one person I could really rely on no longer felt comfortable around me and didn’t want me anymore. And that just hurt.”

Another silence befell them.

“Do you really want to wear diapers from now on?” Lyle asked, timidly.

“What if I do?” Nicole asked back.

“I’ll still be there for you in case anything gets out of hand or if you feel unaccepted or if someone gives you grief over it.” Lyle replied. “Just don’t expect me to change you or nothing like that.”

“Fine.” Nicole said. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t feel comfortable doing. I’ll just wear them when you’re not around.”

“And as for the other stuff?” Lyle asked.

“What other stuff?” Nicole asked.

“You know, being held, nurtured and taken care of.” Lyle said. “Do you want me to do more of that?”

“That would be nice.” Nicole replied. “That would be really nice. Just at long as you love me for who I am.”

“I do.” Lyle said. “I should have known a girl as smart and responsible as you wouldn’t have a problem with this whole diaper thing.”

“Thanks.” Nicole replied with a subtle smile. “That’s really all I wanted to hear.”

Yet another more amiable silence fell between them.

“So - we good?” Lyle asked.

“Yeah.” Nicole replied. “Super good.”

She quickly rushed toward him and threw her arms around him, planting a big kiss upon his lips as the two embraced each other affectionately.

“You’re not wearing one now are you?” Lyle asked.

“No.” Nicole replied.

“Good.” Lyle said as he slapped her behind and squeezed her rear, causing her to jolt upward with surprise.

“Now - “ Nicole said salaciously. “I haven’t been a naughty girl yet - that part will come later.”

The two locked lips once form for a long, hot while.

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Author: binkieblondeboy
Timestamp: Sep 16, 2022 at 6:18 PM
Content: Part 21

Epilogue

Lyle laid in bed in a brand-new apartment room, unpacked of boxes stacked about the place much of the available space. Lying on top of him was Nicole who rested her head on his chest with his arm wrapped around her, slowly and tenderly massaging her back.

“Thanks for taking the day to help me move and christen my new apartment.” Lyle said as he gave her a peck on the top of the head.

“Well, you didn’t want to put money down a moving van and you needed my car to haul everything over here.” Nicole replied.

“Well, you were the one who nagged me to move.” Lyle said, running his hand through Nicole’s long hair.

“I didn’t nag you.” Nicole replied. “I heavily encouraged you and even lent you some money for the first month's advance pay, but I didn’t nag you.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Lyle said. “It certainly is bigger than my old place. Plenty of my room for all my junk.”

“Yeah, right. You’re keeping this place clean. Even if I have to come down here to make you clean it.” Nicole replied.

“Yes mom.” Lyle said. “You know, if it ever does come to the point where we’ll both be sharing this apartment, you can be incharge of the decor and whatnot. I’ll even get rid of and sell some of my stuff if you want me to.”

“Good, because that comfy chair of yours needs thrown out.” Nicole replied. “It's disgusting.”

A soothing silence momentarily came upon them.

“Do you still wear diapers by any chance?” Lyle asked.

“ - Yes. I do.” Nicole answered.

“Do you wear them often?” Lyle continued.

“Not really.” Nicole replied. “I wear them about once every other week. Depends on what kind of mood I’m in and how expensive they are.”

“Oh. I see.” Lyle said. “You know, if we ever do end up spending more time living together - you can feel free to start wearing diapers around the apartment while I’m here.”

“Really? That would be nice. Thanks.” Nicole said, lifting her head up to look at him. “I could wear one when I’m over tomorrow helping you to unpack.”

“I just don’t want to see you in them - at least not at first.” Lyle continued.

“That’s fine. I can wear some leggings over it.” Nicole said.

“Leggings? Aw, that’s too revealing. Can’t you just wear jeans or something?” Lyle whined.

“No. All my jean pants are too thick and tight. It scrunches the diaper up and feels uncomfortable.” Nicole said. “Plus I don’t have any high waist jeans that can fully cover the diaper. Don’t worry. I’ve got some loose fit sweatpants I can wear or I can just wear a dress or something instead.”

“Ugh, the struggles of trying to find sensible clothes that go well with diapers.” Lyle quipped.

“You say that as a joke but you don’t know the half of it.” Nicole said, laying her head back down on his chest.

“Aww, poor baby. Do you want me to spoon feed you again?” Lyle said in a cutesy tone.

“No, I fine.” Nicole replied.

“Also, don’t actually use the diaper while you’re here.” Lyle said. “I don’t want to risk making a mess or anything.”

“It’s fine, I’ve got plastic diaper covers. Plus the diapers I wear are like super absorbent anyway.” Nicole said. “Besides, I don’t really use them all that often. I try to get the most out of them as I can. I’ll typically wear the same diaper around for several months before it gets all wrinkled up and I have to use it. It just saves on money and the environment that way.”

“That’s - nice.” Lyle replied. “Ever considered using cloth diapers?”

“Yeah. I might get one someday. It’s just not the same experience as wearing a disposable one. Plus I’d have to wash it and that’s going to be a mess.” Nicole said.

“Right, right.” Lyle replied. “You wouldn’t be interested in wearing them in public again would you?”

“Not really.” Nicole sighed. “I mean, as comfortable as they are. I don’t want to risk someone seeing me and being freaked out about it. It’s not like I really want people knowing what underwear I have on anyway. It’s just not safe and respectful.”

“How many people know about your diaper habit?” Lyle asked.

“Not many. Just you, Cynthia, Eva, that girl I met on the diaper chat site, Nadine found out because I accidentally posted a pic of me online and I left a pack of diapers laying on my bed, but I talked to her, she’s cool with it.” Nicole said.

“Do your parents know?” Lyle continued.

“No. Why should they?” Nicole replied. “If it ever gets to be a problem maybe, but until then they don’t need to know how I relax and comfort myself. It’s just, the more people I feel who know about this the more I fear it’ll inevitably get out and people start giving me crap about it. It’s just something I have to be careful about. Hard enough being an inner city Latina girl, don’t gotta add diapers to the mix.”

“Well - you can feel safe when you’re around here.” Lyle said, stroking Nicole’s hair.

Another pleasant silence fell between them.

“Would you ever be interested in - having me wear diapers also?” Lyle asked.

“ - I’d be lying if I said I didn’t.” Nicole replied, looking back up into his eyes. “Oh don’t tell me you wouldn’t look cute in them. I could change you into them too. Just imagine, me wiping you down all over with a wet wipe, getting you all nice and clean down there, powdering your little behind and swaddling you all up in a nice soft diaper. Ooh, I just couldn’t take my hands off your little padded tush. I could bathe you, tuck you into bed, maybe even breast feed you if you’re good. You’d be such a precious little man.”

“That would be nice.” Lyle said. ‘Not so much the diaper part. But having someone to take care of me, that’s pretty nice.”

“Yeah, it is.” Nicole replied. “Ooh, I think I still have a pacifier in my purse. Will you try it for me!?”

“A pacifier? No, come on. I don’t want to suck on a pacifier.” Lyle said.

“Lyle Milton Jackson! After all the things you’ve had me - suck.” Nicole said in a huff. “You just stay here and I’ll get it for you. It won’t hurt you to at least try it.”

Nicole rolled out of bed and trough on the long, collared men’s shirt laying on the table next to the bed.

“Oh, come on Nicole. I don’t want a pacifier.” Lyle said, sitting up in the bed.

“No - come on now.” Nicole said as she returned with a large pink pacifier in her hand and sat down on the bed next to Lyle. “Here, try it.”

“Oh, at least put some underwear on before you sit on my pillow.” Lyle whined.

“Oh, hush now.” Nicole commanded. “Here, let me clean it off for you.”

Nicole stuck the pacifier in her mouth and slowly pulled it out, cleaning it with her own saliva.

“Oh.” Lyle continued to whine.

“Take it!” Nicole demanded.

After a moment’s hesitation, Lyle opened his mouth and allowed Nicole to insert the pacifier in his mouth as he slowly swished it around between his cheeks.

“There, isn’t that nice?” Nicole said and she cradled Lyle’s head against her chest and began to stroke his hair gently. “Yeah, that’s it. That’s it. Good baby. You’re my little man. You’re my little man. Yes you are. You’re a cute little man, aren’t you?”

“I thought you were the one who was supposed to be the baby?” Lyle said, taking the pacifier out of his mouth only for Nicole to pop it back in.

“Nuh uh uh.” Nicole said, keeping the pacifier pressed in his mouth with her finger. “I’m what’s known in the abdl, ddg and cgl world as a switch. I like to be the baby some of the time and a caregiver at other times. And right now, you’re my little man.”

“Well - “ Lyle struggled to say as he tried to spit the pacifier back out. “If you enjoy parenting so much then I guess you would be interested in having kids of your own someday. Being your kids, they may never get out of diapers like you.”

“If they do, they’re going to have to learn to change themselves. I’m not diapering some teenager. Especially not my own. They’ll have to just grow up and change themselves.” Nicole remarked. “Besides, kids are gross and obnoxious. They’re not mature enough to know how to handle diapers properly.”

“Some mother you’ll make. Our kids may end up having to change you.” Lyle continued.

“Uh, after nine months of being fat and after several hours of excruciating delivery they better change me when I’m old and can’t take care of myself.” Nicole replied snidely.

“Man, I probably would end up needing diapers when I’m old and crusty too.” Lyle said, putting the pacifier back in his mouth.

“See - and it’s good to have someone there to look after and change you. And we may as well enjoy diapers while we’re young and full of vigor.” Nicole replied. “And if you ever do need a change - - “

Nicole lifted Lyle’s head up and looked him in the eye.

“It better be me and not some other little hussy. Got it?” Nicole said sternly.

“Got it. Yes mommy.” Lyle said with the pacifier in his mouth.

“That’s right.” Nicole said, kissing him on top of the head. “I’m your mommy. I love you. You’re my little baby. And you’re my caring daddy. And together, we make one big family, just the two of us.”

“I love you too - diapers or no diapers.” Lyle said as he buried his head into her chest.

“That’s what I want to hear my whittle man say.” Nicole said.

The two laid together with Lyle snug in her arms as she continued gently stroking his soft hair as he sucked quietly on the pacifier.

“Lyle?” Nicole said.

“Yes mommy? Or baby?” Lyle mumbled.

“How do you feel about wearing a tail and eating from out of a food dish?” Nicole said.

Lyle just looked up at her in confusion.

“Just wondering in case we ever wanted to add a dog to our family and we can’t afford an actual one.” Nicole replied with a warm, pleasant smile.