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I promised - part 13

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8 - part 9 - part 10 - part 11 - part 12

It feels so warm and soft. I could stay like this forever.

Despite my comfort, I can’t stop myself from wondering. Where am I? I’m in my bed? What was I doing before I fell asleep? All these questions start to get answered as I slowly become more awake. I’m in her bed, covered in a soft blanket. I’m naked with the only exception being the diaper she put on me, which is still damp with my earlier emissions. I cringe at the realization, but I’m too comfortable to stand up and change. I mean, I can spare staying here for another five minutes, right?

Wait, shouldn’t I be somewhere else? Oh, yeah, my job. Fuck.

I desperately look around the room for a clock, but there is none to be found. I need my phone. I stand up too quickly though, and a wave of dizziness hits me like a truck. I take a moment to recover from the head rush before continuing to the door. But just as I’m about to recover I hear the door opening. I stay in place, my anxiety increasing, as I wait for her to enter the room.

The moment she sets her eyes on me, a placid smile forms in her lips. As she begins to approach me I notice she’s exuding her usual confidence, making me feel smaller and vulnerable with each step she takes. “You’re awake, sweety” she said in a motherly tone as she put one of her hands on my shoulder, grounding me, giving me no place to run. I felt the urge to explain my predicament, but no words came out of my mouth. There's something about her presence that sends me into this mutism, as if I felt like words would complicate things when I would rather have them stay simple.

Thankfully, she notices something’s up. “Is there something troubling you, babe?”. Well, of course there is, I shouldn’t be here right now. I assumed she would know this, but something about her demeanor and wording make me think that she doesn’t. It takes me a moment to muster the strength to talk. “Well… I should be at my job…” I said meekly before trying to move, now more emboldened after stating my duty. But she didn’t let me move, keeping a firm but gentle grip on my shoulder. My anxiety rises as I realize she has no intentions of letting me go.

“Oh, I see. That won’t be an issue darling. Since you were so placidly asleep I called in for you and told them you were sick.” The first thing I felt was a wave of relief washing all over me. Sadly, reality hit me shortly after. A simple call wouldn’t do after all. She must have sensed my worries because now she was holding both of my shoulders, almost as if she was trying to anchor me. “Then I made other calls and it turns out you’re really sick. You’ll need at least two weeks of rest.” She said with a knowing smile adorning her beautiful face.

It took me a while to realize what she meant. The realization hit me like a truck. There was no problem. I was safe. Suddenly, my body just relaxed and went almost limp. I felt somewhat senseless. What was I supposed to do now? She, probably picking up on that, tilted her head slightly and smiled again, this time with a playful warmth. “And well, since you’re so sick I guess I’ll have to take care of you for the next two weeks”, she said, her tone teasing as she gently scratched the top of my head.

As she slowly closed the distance between us and started to envelop me in her arms I could feel how the last remnants of that tension I felt earlier started to completely leave my body. It seems like I’m out of business for two weeks, and doing anything to reverse what she just did would cause more problems that it would solve. She got me right where she wanted apparently, and that realization makes me a bit uneasy, but at the same time I could use two weeks of rest. The idea of going back to work fills me with pain.

We stayed in that embrace for a while, I can’t tell how much but it felt like a lot, or at least enough to make me forget about my earlier anxiety. She pulled back and took a look at me, and then downwards to my diaper. She grabbed the front and felt it in her hand. It was mostly dry with the exception of that small dampness in the front. The moment she felt it she grinned with a bit of malice. “I’ll change you into a fresh one” she said, giving me a glance filled with anticipation. I’m not that slow to not realize that this must be something she enjoys, the diapers I mean. I don’t know what I am getting into by letting her treat me like this, but the thought of being held by her while drinking from her breasts is enough to make me forget any concerns I might have about it. I just hope I don’t come to regret this in the future.

She left the room for a moment to get what she needed. While I waited I wondered if she had some sort of diaper closet or something of the like. A silly idea for sure, but it also made me wonder why she doesn’t keep them in her room. When she returned I noticed she was not only carrying a diaper, which was noticeably bigger than the one I was wearing now, but also wipes, baby powder and what seemed like a changing mat under her arm. She’s really prepared, reinforcing my idea that this is something she’s definitely into. As she puts the mat over her bed and helps me lay on the cold surface of it, I wonder how deep the rabbit hole goes.

She starts by removing my diaper, which sounds weird to say, even embarrassing. She slides it off me like one would take off a pair of shorts. I felt a bit self aware the moment I was again naked in front of her, but after what we’ve done so far I couldn’t feel like it bothered me as much as before. I was more concerned about the thick diaper she was going to put on me actually.

Then she takes a wipe and begins to clean my crotch. The cold touch of the wipe, mixed with her delicate touch, starts to send shivers all over my body, my excitement becoming all too clear due to the state of my manhood. But once again she ignores it, just like she did during my shower. Now I feel like she’s definitely against the idea of touching me down there at all, or at least not without me wearing one of the diapers she seems to like so much.

I look a bit frustrated and even disappointed by now, something she seems to pick up on right when she’s done with the cleaning. “Is there something wrong, babe?” She asks. I was looking away while laying on bed, all too caught in my frustration. I think about dismissing her concerns, but this has been bothering me since the bath, so it’s harder to just ignore it now. “I… it’s just that… you keep ignoring me. I mean, down there”.

The moments my words left my mouth I could feel time dilating, her actions unfolding in slow motion. First, her eyes darted towards my crotch, with a sly grin forming in her face. But when she met my gaze again, her expression softened into something warmer, almost tender. That shift in her demeanor made my stomach twist. The subtle amusement in her reaction made it clear: not only was she uninterested in satisfying my needs directly, but she also found the very idea almost laughable, as though it defied common sense. The realization stung, her condescension leaving me feeling pathetic and unwanted.

She began to slip the fresh diaper beneath me with practiced ease, while seemingly ignoring my earlier protests. But as she dusted baby powder over my crotch, she began to speak again, in a soft but deliberate tone. “Sweety, it’s not that I don’t care about your needs down there”. Her eyes shifted between my face and the task at hand, her skilled hands closing my diaper over my crotch. “It’s just that… My methods for handling that are a little different”. She began to secure the first pair of tapes, making sure the diaper fit snugly around my legs. “But I take your needs really seriously, don’t you ever doubt that”. Then she started to work with the other pair of tapes. “That’s what I care about the most. And of course, I get my own fix while doing so”.

When she was done with the tapes, she gave the front of the diaper a couple of pats while giving me a warm smile. Then she took the diaper I had worn previously. She took a good look at it, pressing the small dampness in its crotch with one of her fingers, intently looking at that wet spot that contained my earlier orgasm. As she slowly shifted her attention back to me, she said in a playful tone “Do you really object to my methods?”.

As I listened to her, I couldn’t shake the feeling that she wasn’t addressing the real issue. Yet, at the same time, I had no arguments against her. She had taken care of my needs plenty of times, with little to no contact from her down there. And that was something that didn’t sit right with me. It made me feel… pathetic. I quickly figured that was more of a me problem, after all she’s been doing her part so far, and I was happy to hear from her that I was doing mine too. I slowly shook my head, but on the inside I couldn’t let go of how pathetic I felt.

She must have picked up on that, like she usually does. She took my hands and helped me to my feet. As I stood before her, she slid her arms around my lower back and pulled me closer. The space between us disappeared until my body was pressed tightly against hers, my face resting just above her chest. Her embrace was firm yet tender, her hand sliding to the back of my head, guiding me closer to her ample bosom.

I felt her fingers press lightly against my scalp, holding me there. It wasn’t forceful, but it had enough intent that I couldn’t pull away. The softness of her bosom and the rhythmic motion of her other hand, tracing deliberate paths across my back. Her touch was deliberate and soothing, but more than anything it felt positively possessive.

We stood there, swaying gently as her intoxicating, milky scent filled my senses. Her steady and soft breathing enhanced the effect of the smell, sending me further into a deep trance. We shared a small eternity like this, and I felt like I could have stayed like this until the day I died. But then I felt something out of place, her breathing was a bit off. That told me all I needed to know, she was about to break this perfect moment. I almost hated her for it, but of course how could I bring myself to do something like that.

Her voice broke through the silence, soft and tender. “Do you want me to stop?”

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