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“Really Sarah? You are right next to the bathroom…MOOOMMM, Sarah pooped her pants, er I mean diaper again!”

“ITS NOT A DIAPER YOU LITTLE BRAT…it’s a pull-up”

“Ok..? Uhhhh MOOOMMM SARAH POOPED HER PULL-UP AGAIN!”

“Shut up Katie! No I didn’t!”

“Ewww YOU STINK! Didn’t the doctor say the stomach flu only lasts a few days? It’s been a week and you are STILL shitting your pants like a little toddler HAHAHA”

“Ughh you are so annoying Katie…”

“Mom, can you please do something about Sarah? Why is she still pooping her pants like a little baby? It’s disgusting..”

“Katie, leave your sister alone. It’s not your job to keep tabs on her diaper”

“MOOMM…it’s not a diaper”

“Yes sweetie, I’m sorry. It’s a pull-up, not a diaper”

“Diaper, pull-up..it doesn’t matter! Either way, she pooped her pants and SHE STINKS!”

“What happened this time Sarah? You were doing so good. The doctor said you should’ve been over this by now?”

“It just kind of happened…when I felt the cramp in my stomach I got up to go to the bathroom, but I didn’t make it in time…”

“Stop lying Sarah, you know that’s not true!”

“SHUT UP KATIE!”

“Sarah..? Are you sure that’s really what happened?”

“No Mom, I saw the whole thing! She didn’t even try to make it to the bathroom. She got off the couch and squatted down behind it and filled her diaper!”

“Don’t listen to her mom, she’s lying!”

“She even looked around the room when she squatted to make sure no one was around to see her before she pooped her diaper”

“That was only because I knew I couldn’t make it!”

“So instead of taking a few extra steps to the bathroom, you decided to squat down and stinky your diaper?”

“Yes mom! That’s EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED, she looked like one of the toddlers I watch at the daycare! And she was going to sit back down on the couch in her stinky diaper if I hadn’t said anything”

“I just wanted to finish the movie mom! I promise I was gonna change right after!”

“Seriously Sarah? Why don’t you say repeat what you just said…and keep in mind, you are 19 years old. Not some toddler at a daycare…”

“But mom it was an accident…”

“We are aware of that stinky pants…why do you think mom makes you wear diapers HAHAHA”

“ITS A PULL-UP, NOT A DIAPER!”

[fairiesthesecond]

Is it okay if I do more girl stories?

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Is anybody up touching themselves to my stories? Tell me if you finished on anon in my inbox.

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It’s such a relief to know that I don’t need to disclose my sexuality to anyone

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He sits in the corner, quietly pushing his trucks in circles, but I can smell that something’s up.

“Aw, did you have an accident, baby?”

I gently pull him to his feet.

“Do you need a change right now?”

He nods.

“Let’s go to the bathroom.”

I pat his butt under his shorts. “We can’t do this one standing up. You’d get super messy. Okay?” I kiss his cheek.

I lay him down on the floor on top of a thick towel and gently slide off his shorts. His pull-up is sagging and I can see his mess through the leg holes. Of course his hands go straight over his face.

“Mm, are you shy that I’m seeing you like this? Baby, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“I know,” he says, voice cracking.

“Listen to your little voice crack. You’re still so immature. It’s no wonder you have accidents sometimes.”

He keep hiding behind his hands while I rip the sides of his pull-up open and let it fall under him.

“Oh wow. What’s happening here?” The plastic lid of the wipes clicks open. I slide one clean, cool wipe over his penis. His body is so tense.

I wipe him down slowly. “Okay, you need to use your hands now. I need you to hold up your legs for me. Come on, baby.” I sigh. “It’s super important that I get you clean down there. It’s not embarrassing to need to get cleaned up. It’s embarrassing to walk around with a stinky butt. What are you gonna do?”

This gets him to comply. He stares hard at the ceiling while holding his legs up as I wipe him all the way down.

“How come you’re getting so worked up?” There’s a little precum glistening on the head of his cock. “What’s up with that?” His face and his privates are both burning red. He covers his face again.

“Can we try another pull-up,” I ask, sliding my fingers from his base to his tip, “or do we need a diaper now?”

[fairiesthesecond]

Where my mind is today. Thoughts today are of diapering a wiggly boy. Gently chastising him for not being still.

Seeing the blush of embarrassment on his face because he knows he is a grown man but he can’t help how diapers make him feel this way. How excited he gets and how he just lets himself go into a natural headspace, moving his body in a way that feels right without the usual societal teachings, that have always made him do otherwise, stopping him.

Thinking about how happy it makes me to care for a man who is willing to be so vulnerable with me. Who will trust me enough to let go. Who knows how much I enjoy seeing him and caring for him like this.

It’s okay that he wiggles.

“Babies are supposed to.” I tell him. “I just need to be able to get this diaper on before you have another accident.”

He blushes again and does his best attempt to stay still as I tape him into his thick diaper.

“That’s my perfect boy.” I say as I kiss his forehead.

‘So perfect.’ I think to myself as I help him off the changing table.

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I wake up and my eyes flutter open, but I don’t see a smiling face across from me like I’m expecting. Instead, it’s a worried one, with a little crease between its eyebrows, chewing on his thumb.

“What’s wrong, honey?” I ask, brushing hair out of his eyes. “Are you feeling okay? You look a little upset.”

“I woke up and I’d pooped in my diaper,” he says, forehead creasing even more.

“Ohh…” I say. “Well, you were really tired from the Dramamine yesterday. Maybe you had to go and just slept through it.”

He shook his head. “It was only a little bit, but I woke up before you and I…I went more. On purpose. It felt really good.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” I say, wrapping my hand around his cheek. “That’s okay. That’s nothing we can’t clean up.”

“No, it’s not okay,” he says. “I don’t poop in my diapers. I’m not the kind of boy who…I’m not sick like that. I just like wetting sometimes because it’s comforting, I don’t like…” he starts to cry, tears sliding across the bridge of his nose and onto the pillowcase.

“Oh, honey,” I say, pulling him in closer. “Shh, shh. It’s okay if you liked it. It’s okay.”

He sobs again. “I don’t d-do that,” he stammers.

“It’s okay, baby. I kind of expected this to happen.”

“You did?”

“Yes. You were getting way more comfortable wetting and wearing diapers at night instead of pull-ups. Remember that one time you were really gassy and sitting on my lap in the evening?”

“Yeah…?”

“I almost suggested it, then, just because I knew I could rub your belly and help you out. But I can see now that would have been really embarrassing.”

“Better than having a real accident,” he cries, and I squeeze him to me, rubbing my hand down his back.

“Shh, shh, shh. You have real accidents all the time. Remember last week when you leaked your pull-up all down your leg running to the bathroom? Was that scary?”

“N-no,” he says. “But that happens all the time. I’ve never had a dream and—“

“Did you have a dream? Tell me about it.”

“I was sitting on a cloud with my pants on. And I suddenly felt like I needed to go number two and it was like a voice told me it was okay to go, and I went. And then I woke up and felt sticky and dirty and you were sleeping and then I thought I should just keep going but now I regret it and I—“

“Oh, shh, honey, it’s okay. You don’t need to regret it. It felt good?” He doesn’t say anything but his sobs are letting up on my shoulder. “You can poop yourself, it’s okay. You can be one of those boys. You can be anything with me. It’s okay, honey.”

I slowly disentangle myself from him and sit up. “I’m going to go take a shower and get changed. Do you want to come with me or do you want to lie in bed for a little bit longer? It’s up to you.” I wipe some of his tears away with the corner of the bedsheet and wait for his answer.

“I’ll come with you,” he says. “Does that mean you’ll help me with my diaper…?”

“Yes, honey, of course.”

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“I wet the bed and I need a change.”

“Ohh, you did, didn’t you? I can see your diaper sagging under your PJs. Aw, did that make you blush? I bet it feels good, doesn’t it?”

He couldn’t help but turn away from her. She watched his expression, that little tiny smile on his face. Then she stood up and walked over to him, taking his hands. She was standing so close she could hear him breathing. “Come on, back in the bedroom. Let’s go get on the changing table.”

“Not really let’s…because you aren’t going to be up there, are you?”

“No,” she said, laughing softly, her head right over his shoulder, “because I don’t wet the bed and I don’t need help getting my diapers changed.”

He got all squirmy again and she smiled. “Come on.” She wrapped her arm around his shoulder and led him down the hallway, back to the bedroom.

“Hop up,” she said. He sat on the table with his legs over the edge, watching her get him a pull-up from the drawer and his wipes and lotion. The high counter made him feel like he was at the doctor. “It’s going to be a pull-up today, okay, honey? Just because you had that little accident at the gas station yesterday.” She gave him the pull-up to hold.

“Good job telling me, by the way,” she said, pulling the curtains shut. “You’ve gotten so much better about that. Just a couple months ago you would have been blushing so much and stumbling over your words…if you could tell me at all.”

“I know,” he says quietly.

“And you’re sooo much more comfortable just letting go now. Remember you would try to hold it all night? That wasn’t working out so good, was it?” She walked back over to him and put her hands on his shoulders, rubbing them.

“No…”

“No…?”

“No, Mommy.”

“You are just too cute.”

She picked out music on his phone, setting it next to the speaker on the side table. Then she straightened up, ready for business.

“I’m going to need you to lie back for me.” She helped him, gently guiding him to spin around and pushing his shoulders down onto the pad.

“Okay, now I’m going to need your legs up. Ohh, do you want a pacifier or something? Would that make you feel more comfortable?”

He nodded, chewing on his thumbnail.

“You are just too cute,” she said. “You’re killing me.” He watched her rummage in the drawer of the side table, pulling out a pacifier for him. He closed his eyes and felt it slip into his mouth.

“Aww, and you kept your legs up the whole time. You didn’t need to do that for Mommy. You’re just too obedient for your own good, aren’t you?”

He squirmed on the pad.

“Pants coming off.” He felt her fingers on his hips under his pajama shirt. They were so cold. He shivered. “Butt up, just for second, baby. There we go.” She dropped his pajamas in the hamper. “Ohh, look at that.” She set her hand down on the front of his diaper. “Soaked, huh? How much did you go pee?”

He shook his head and she took it to mean that he didn’t know, which was right. It had all happened in his sleep this time, just like it used to when he was a little kid…and a big kid…and a teenager…and…

“Aren’t you glad you don’t have to pretend about being a big kid anymore? Not with me, I mean.” She was untaping his diaper. He nodded, hiding his face again.

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Miss Leigh

The house is roomy and airy, with an open floor plan connecting the kitchen to the living and dining room. Sun cast through the windows brightens the dark hardwood floor.

"Hi, Leigh," says Mommy, one hand on Adam's back. "This is Miss Leigh, honey. She's going to tutor you today."

Miss Leigh looks younger than Adam is, maybe in her mid-20s, but her calm, collected expression and body language is something he's only seen in older women. The fine lines under her eyes and her warm smile make her look wise and experienced.

"Hi, honey. Adam, right?" She smiles at him, and then looks to Mommy for confirmation.

Mommy nods. She told Adam that Miss Leigh has been a longtime friend of hers, but she hadn't seen her in a couple years after she moved. Now that they were living in her home state she was able to reconnect with lots of old friends.

"Okay," says Mommy, "I'm going to run some errands. I'll be back around four. Is that okay, Adam?" Mommy rubs her hand on his back and he nods, but he looks a little worried as she walks towards the door.

"It's okay, baby. Miss Leigh is going to take good care of you." Her voice changes as she addresses Miss Leigh, hand on the doorknob. "It's been nice to see you again, Leigh. Let's get coffee sometime later this week. As soon as I'm less busy." Mommy has been working hard on getting her paintings ready for the gallery.

Mommy and Miss Leigh hug briefly before Mommy heads out the door. Adam stands still, looking around the room. Miss Leigh has big paintings on the walls, of flower gardens and hummingbirds. There are crayon drawing on the fridge, probably done by other boys. Adam feels that his pull-up has shifted awkwardly on his bottom and reaches down to pull it into a more comfortable position under his pants.

"Come on over here. Let's sit down by the sliding door."

They sit on a circle rug in a patch of warm sun. Adam looks out onto the porch and sees a big catio with a yellow cat sleeping inside. Miss Leigh is wearing black tights and a black skirt and a black mock turtleneck sweater. She pulls her skirt under her bottom as she kneels down across from Adam. Adam sits crisscross applesauce. The sun is warm on his face.

Miss Leigh spreads out a square of felt between them. There are cut-out shapes of forest animals arranged on top.

"Owl," says Miss Leigh softly. "Ow-ull. Can you find the owl, honey?"

He blushes at the way she's talking to him. Doesn't she know he has a master's degree? He stretches out a hand and touches the brown owl cut-out.

Miss Leigh picks up the owl. "Where does the owl live?"

"Tree," he mutters, touching the tree on the felt background. Miss Leigh nods and moves the owl.

"How about the coyote? Can you find the coyote?"

Adam reaches out and picks it up.

"Where should the coyote go?"

Adam sets it down in the grass under the tree.

Miss Leigh lets him pick up a bunny, a fox, and a bat and place them on the scene.

"Very nice." Her tone changes. "Adam, your mommy told me you still need to wear pull-ups. Is that right?"

Adam squirms. He nods, hands slowly gripping the rug.

"Can you tell me if you have an accident? Or do you need me to check you?"

He shakes his head.

"No? No, you can't tell me, or no, you don't need me to check you?"

He stares at the animals, not answering.

"Can you tell me if you go pee?" Nod. "You don't need me to check you?" Nod. "Okay, good, honey. Thanks for letting me know." She sweeps the felt up in her hands and rolls it up, animals tucked inside. "Do you want to go play outside? I have a big backyard."

He nods and they stand up. He follows her through the kitchen and down a hallway. There's more art on the walls, and pictures of her smiling with her arms around a man. That must be her husband, Adam thinks. I wonder where he is. Maybe work. There's also a closed door leading off the hall. What room is that? Maybe the bathroom.

Miss Leigh does have a big backyard. There's a garden with flower beds, a big cedar tree with a swing hanging from it, and a picnic table. "You can play on the swing, or look at the flowers. I'm going to get a snack for us. I'll be right back."

Miss Leigh goes into the house, leaving the screen door open behind her. Adam approaches the swing. He looks over his shoulder. There's a little bit of pressure growing in his bladder, he can feel it. He thinks about following Miss Leigh and asking for the bathroom, but then he gets shy. Wouldn't that be awkward?

I can hold it for now. The swing looks fun, anyway. Adam hoists himself up. He swings for a few minutes before Miss Leigh comes back again. She smiles at him, setting a cutting board with an apple down on the table and picking up a knife to cut it up.

Adam jumps down from the swing, and as soon as he does he feels himself start peeing. It's so sudden and surprising that he doesn't move, one hand on the rope of the swing. Oh no. He grabs his crotch. It's too much for the pull-up. He can feel it leaking out, wet and warm on his legs, saturating his pants.

"Do you want to come have some...Uh-oh." Miss Leigh stands up and walks over calmly. "It looks like you needed to go potty pretty bad. We can go back inside." She holds his hand and they step up onto the back porch and back through the screen door. She guides him into the room off the hallway. It isn't a bathroom, but a changing room. She has a high changing table with a white pad on it. There's a washer-dryer in the corner next to a hamper. Most of the clothes inside look like grown-up clothes, but he can see one brightly striped yellow and blue sweater.

"Up-hup," says Miss Leigh, and he climbs onto the changing table. It's so embarrassing. His legs are absolutely drenched. She pulls off his Converse and socks. "You wear pretty big clothes for someone who goes pee-pee in his pants. I like these jeans." She pulls them down easily (they have elastic on the back).

"It's too bad Mommy didn't bring you a change. But it's all okay. I have spares you can borrow." She opens a drawer and pulls out a pair of soft, green sweatpants with bears and trees on them. She sets them down next to his head, and he can feel the soft fabric on his cheek.

"Let's get your diap--I mean, your pull-up off. Sorry." She laughs. "A couple of my boys are still in diapers." She smiles at him and he rubs at his mouth with his hands. "Ohh, Mommy did pack a pacifier. Let me go get it."

She leaves the room. He can feel his wet pull-up growing cold. Then he hears the front door open and Leigh talking to somebody. Somebody with a deep voice.

"Okay, I can help you look for it." He hears Leigh approaching down the hallway. "Just give me a second, okay?" she says over her shoulder as she comes back into the changing room. "Sorry," she says to Adam. She mouths, "forgot his computer," and rolls her eyes, which makes Adam giggle.

Then she hands him the pacifier. Is he supposed to put it in himself? He hesitates before he pushes it in slowly.

"You like biting your pacifier, huh? It had teeth marks all over."

He doesn't respond. He is, in fact, already chewing on it without even noticing.

She finally eases his pull-up over his legs and gets out a wet washcloth. "I like this better than baby wipes," she says. "Don't worry, I'll get some lotion on you, too."

Just then the door cracks open and Leigh looks over her shoulder.

"Honey, did I leave it on top of the washing mach...Oh. Sorry." The man backs out of the door.

"Just give me a second," Miss Leigh calls back to him. "I'll help you look as soon as I'm done with this."

She finishes wiping Adam and rubs lotion onto her hands. She rubs it all over his diaper area, but doesn't linger long on his half-hard penis. "I'll have to tell your mommy to help you with that when you go home," she says, winking.

"Now, do you need another pull-up? Or a diaper? Mommy said you sometimes have an accident during your nap."

"I need a diaper," says Adam from behind his pacifier, surprising himself. "Since...since I couldn't..."

"Uh-huh, it's okay. It's nothing to be ashamed about. Sometimes you need a diaper!" She opens another drawer. Miss Leigh's diapers are big and white, unlike the purple kind Mommy puts on him at nighttime.

She taps his hips to tell him to lift up and lowers them onto the soft padding. She wraps him up and she feels his hands press the tapes shut.

Once he's in the bear sweatpants, she hoists him off the changing table. He takes out his pacifier to yawn.

"Did that tire you out? I know an accident can make you tired," says Miss Leigh. "It happens to lots of people. Do you need to sit on the couch for a little while and maybe snooze?"

Adam nods and she takes his hand again.

The man, her husband, is in the kitchen when they walk out to the living room, making a sandwich on the counter. "Can't find it anywhere," he says. "Might as well eat something. The boss doesn't need to know why I've been gone so long."

"Okay, whatever, honey," says Miss Leigh, sitting down on the couch and pulling Adam up next to her. She guides his arms around her and gently pulls his head to rest on her chest. "It's okay, Adam, you don't need to be nervous. Do you need a blankie?" She pulls a blanket off the back of the couch and spreads it over him. Adam sighs. It's so comfortable and warm. His eyes droop closed and he feels that soft, falling feeling.

Somewhere far away, the couch sags as Leigh's husband sits down. "Is that Cherry's boyfriend?" says a far-away, muted voice. "I didn't realize he was an adult baby. Although...I guess I can see Cherry being into that. She's always been very...assertive."

"I don't really think he's a baby." Miss Leigh is petting his hair. "I think he's more of like, a little boy. Or a middle. Although he did ask me to diaper him."

"You're going to have to explain the difference to me again. Is that what, uh...Thomas is? I mean, Tommy? Sorry, remind me who was here last week?"

The conversation slowly fades out as Adam drifts off. He doesn't open his eyes again until the front door opens and Mommy sets down her purse.

[fairiesthesecond]

Theres something so sexy about making someone cum in their underwear.

Like being on top of them grinding against them. Them grabbing ur hips to try and stop you cause theyre close and its too much and fuck watching thrm shake and jerk from the pleasure

Or when theyre on top of you dry humping and they start getting close but they cant stop and it turns into primal rutting against you until you feel their underwear dampen

Wanna mouth at you through ur cum filled underwear when ur still desperate and floaty

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Helping him cum into tissues or socks after helping him masturbate with lotion like he used to 😵‍💫😵‍💫

[fairiesthesecond]

If you want to be a big boy you don’t get to suck your thumb like that. If you want to be a big boy you can’t stomp your feet when you don’t get your way. Big boys don’t cry when Mama holds them after they have an accident. Big boys don’t go peepee in their pants everyday. Big boys can’t get away with having poop accidents sometimes. Big boys don’t get to wear fun undies with cartoons and superheroes on them. Big boys don’t have mommies to watch them and make sure they’re safe and give them rules to follow. Do you really want to be a big boy?

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“Oh no, are you messy, too? It’s a good thing this campground has such nice bathrooms.”

She follows him into the roomy shower stall and locks the door. He slips his backpack off his shoulder and sets it on the floor. He sits down on the bench, stuffed penguin in his lap, and looks up at her.

“Lie down, honey, you can do it.” She pushes him back onto the bench. “Let’s get your backpack open.” She likes the sense of responsibility he gets from carrying his own diapers and supplies. It’s so cute to watch him trot around with his backpack on.

“You’ve been having a lot of fun playing outside, haven’t you?” He nods. “We went down to the creek today and everything…I’m so glad we brought your stuffie. He’s been keeping you good company, right?”

“Uh-huh.” The penguin is tight in his arms.

“Give him to me.” He passes it over, looking nervous to let it go. “He’ll sit and wait right here.” She sets him down on top of the backpack. “Let’s get your overalls off.”

She unbuckles the purple corduroy straps.

“We are NOT doing overalls tomorrow,” she says as she wrestles them off his legs. “Way too hard if you’re going to keep getting messy this whole trip.”

She slips his shirt off over his head, too, for some reason. He can feel his own soft skin under his arms and the cold bench under his back. Now he’s almost naked. He feels so small and vulnerable.

“How come you didn’t tell Mama you were messy, sweet boy?” She untapes his diaper, hands moving smoothly and firmly over his hips and pelvis. “Did you not notice? Or did you forget?”

He nods, thumb in his mouth.

“How could you forget something like that? You didn’t feel the weight sagging under you? You didn’t feel it sticky on your bottom?”

He doesn’t know what to say and turns to face the wall, trying to hide behind his shoulder.

She sighs. “I don’t know why I try to get answers out of you.” She bends over and reaches below the bench. “Excuse me, penguin,” she says as she lifts the stuffie up to get his wipes and diaper out of the backpack.

After she finishes cleaning him up she spreads a clean diaper under him but doesn’t tape him up. She admires his naked body, the angular, masculine lines of his hips, his skinny little waist, and the whispers of dark hair on his chest. A man. Maybe not the most masculine body, but the body of a man. Looking at it makes her ache inside. She rubs her hands along the lines of his pelvis, pressing into him.

“Do you need Mommy to jerk you off, sweetheart?” She sees his hips rubbing little circles over the diaper. Not to mention his throbbing erection, of course.

“Mmhm, mhm…”

She pulls his thumb out of his mouth. “Big boys don’t do that when they get to have sex.” Get to. When they get to.

“Mm. Okay.”

She leans down to kiss his chest and stomach. He wiggles on the diaper.

“It’s nice these shower benches are so wide,” she says. “Last time I took a boy camping we had to change in the tent.”

He frowns.

“Don’t worry, I like you more than I liked him. Way, way more. You’re so good for Mommy.” She leans down and kisses him on his collarbone.

“And you love me, right, Mama?”

She laughs softly. “Of course.” She starts to stroke him, at the base at first, and he grunts and whines.

“What do you say, sweetheart?”

“Thank you,” he breathes. “Thank you.”

She takes him over the edge and wipes him up one last time. “It’s all over you, wow. How did you get it this far up your stomach? You must really love Mommy.”

“I love Mommy,” he says. His thumb fishes its way back into his mouth as she tapes his diaper on.

“All safe now. You’re all ready for when you need to go again.”

She pulls him up to halfway-sitting and pulls his shirt down over his head. “Arms in sleeves. Help me out.” Then she pulls him to his feet and hold out his overalls while he gets them on. “Next time I have you on your back like that your cute feet are going to be up by your head,” she murmurs as he buckles the straps over his shoulders.

“Mommy…” He’s all red, trying to shy away from her again.

“Maybe tonight.”

He buries his face in his hands.

“You’re going to need your hands free if you want your penguin back.”

He lowers his arms, still trying to look away as she hands him the stuffie.

“Come on, don’t get too flustered and hide away. There’s still some time to play before the sun goes down.”

After dinner he picks up the plates and takes them to wash at the spigot.

“Are you doing that because you think it’s going to heighten your chances of getting off again tonight,” she asks him quietly, hand on his behind, “or just because you’re good?”

“Because I’m good,” he says.

“You’re so chivalrous. You’re such a good boy to me.”

The sound of the tent unzipping, the smell inside, the feeling of the grass on the ground through the fabric of the floor, his warm pajamas…all of it is so relaxing and nostalgic.

She unzips the sleeping bag and he crawls over. Crickets are chirping outside and somewhere an owl is hooting softly. The penguin is waiting for him on the pillow. He picks it up and tosses it in the air a little. He holds its wings out and lets it turn slowly between them.

“Do you want it now?” she asks, pulling a bag towards her, a different bag, not his green backpack. It’s her special black case that came along tucked inside her duffel.

“Umm…”

“Do you want to hear a story first?” she asks, pushing the bag back towards the edge of the tent. It squeaks as it slides over the floor.

“Mhm, yeah.” He cuddles into the sleeping bag, penguin nestled in his arms.

She wraps one arm around his waist. “It’ll start with once upon a time,” she says. He feels a shock as she slips a cold hand down the back of his pajamas, down the back of his diaper. “Sweet boy. Don’t get too flustered. Focus on the story. I’m just going to warm you up a little.”

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“Come here Buddy, it’s time for a diapee check!”

“I don’t need a check daddy, I’m dry! I’m not a baby!”

…

“Hmm, you sure are not 🤨”

[fairiesthesecond]

Fun things to say to boys:

“Nice underwear. Does your mom pick them out for you?”

“Look at you blushing. You’ve never been this close to a pretty girl before, have you? I don’t know if I can show you anything. You might not be able to handle it.”

“Are you serious? You really still pee yourself sometimes? I thought everyone was joking!”

Fun things to say to your girlfriends:

“I didn’t realize he was a virgin. He was SO shy. It was kind of cute…but mostly it gave me the ick.”

“Did you hear he still wets the bed? Aww.”

“I have that loser wrapped around my finger. I could tell him to jump and he would ask how high.”

“He exploded in his pants while he were kissing! It barely took anything!”

“He still has to wear diapers to bed. He showed me…he told me not to tell anyone. I guess I just broke that promise. Lol!”

[fairiesthesecond]

Hahahha loser diaper BABY. Does your mommy still change your diapers for you??

[fairiesthesecond]

Out somewhere in the middle of nowhere, the only toilet is an outhouse on a windy cliff off the highway.

She stands still as he finishes peeing and zips up his pants. She really needs to go, but she doesn’t move, looking at the toilet with wary eyes.

“Is the pit toilet too gross for you?” he asks.

She nods.

“And I’m guessing you have to go number 2.”

She nods again. She kind of wishes he couldn’t read her so well.

“You can just go in your pull-up this time if you really have to. It’s okay; I’ll clean you up after. You know I’ll be careful.”

She nods again, expression vacant. She can feel a blush creeping up her face.

“Just go, baby,” he says. “I’m right here. I’ll clean you up when you’re done.”

She bends her knees just a tiny bit and pushes. She can feel it stretching into the back of the pull-up, hard and thick from holding it for so long. She unzips her pants with trembling fingers and pulls them down to her thighs to give herself more room. After the first log settles it gets softer. She’s scared. She’s scared because it feels so good.

“Take your time. Keep going. I’ll wipe you down if you leak.”

She can feel pee spreading across the front of the pull-up. It starts to sag as she pushes out the last little bit of poop. She knows he can see her poop through the sagging leg holes, and she feels her face get hot again.

“No problem, honey, I’ll clean you up.” He turns her around and unzips her backpack, pulling out rubber gloves and snapping them on. He turns her back around with one hand, a pack of wipes in the other.

She doesn’t know how he’s so good at this. He manages to rip the sides of the pull-up and coax it away from her without anything escaping onto her pants, now down around her ankles. The wipes are so cold, but his hands, warm even through the gloves, are so reassuring.

“Almost done,” he says. “Keep standing still.”

Then he’s finished, pulling the gloves off and dropping them into the trash along with the last of the wipes.

“Step all the way out of your pants, sweetheart. Don’t worry, I’ll hold them so they don’t touch the floor. Are they caught on your shoe?” He reaches out and she grabs her hand as she struggles to get them off.

He holds her pants while she fumbles in the bag for a new pull-up. She slips out of her shoes and stands on top of them while she steps into it and pulls it up. He passes her the pants and she pulls them on again.

“There,” he says. “You’re all good now.” He opens the door and she follows him out. “Don’t worry, I’ll put on hand sanitizer when we get back into the car.”

He sticks to his word and rubs in a good amount of hand sanitizer before offering it to her. “Just to make you feel better.”

She does feel better; she feels very safe as he turns the key in the ignition and they back out of the parking lot. They head back down the highway, passing evergreen trees on either side. He loops his fingers into hers, steering with one hand.

“Is it okay…” she begins softly, but falters.

“Is it okay what?”

“Can I do that more often? Am I allowed? It felt…” She looks out the window at the trees sliding by, the green hills beyond them, the salt marsh and the blue sky. “I really, I really liked it.”

He laughs. It sounds a little incredulous, but not in a mean way. “You’re allowed to do anything you want.”