bby-kimmy:dipsandlife:bby-kimmy:*NOTE: THIS IS ALL FICTION - it’s an experiment, and I hope it
bby-kimmy:dipsandlife:bby-kimmy:*NOTE: THIS IS ALL FICTION - it’s an experiment, and I hope it’s as fun as it is in my imagination!*You know, I never thought I’d actually enjoy it… but I did. The way he doted on me, all of the attention he paid to me. He was a good boyfriend before, but he was a great daddy. He was so cute and shy when he asked the first time… why wouldn’t I say yes, it wasn’t like he wanted me to wear them ALL the time.…then I liked it. We’re what, two weeks in? I swear, they’re getting thicker. It can’t be just my imagination… but I like it? I’ve never been more glad to be working from home, though.I hate to admit it, but I think I’m starting to like wetting them, too. The bedtime routine he made up was kind of cute, but I’m starting to wonder if he wants me to be a bedwetter or something.But that’s crazy, right?For now, I don’t mind. I wear them to bed, I wet them for him, he smiles at me in a different way than he did before… and I like it. I feel loved.And I don’t think I ever feel as loved as when he changes me. That’s what did it, I think… made the “wetting” thing okay. Part of me thinks he’d like it if I did… y’know… the other thing, but that’s crazy, right?Totally crazy.“Hi sweetie!” I greeted him, sitting down on the soft white blanket. He liked it if I were sitting on the floor. He didn’t generally even have to say things like that, I could just tell. “Do you like my new top?” “Hey, crinklebutt!”, I said as she sat down on her white blanket. “Yes, sure! You know, it would only bother me if it covers more of your diaper. But less is definitely not a problem!“ I laughed and gave her a wink.It made me happy to see how well she was taking her new rules. At first, she was so reluctant, but now she was sucking them up like a dry sponge. I really had to make sure not to push it too fast. But on the other hand, I really got the impression she started to like her diapers. Well, maybe that part was a bit unfair from my side because it is hard to not enjoy a magic wand on a soggy diaper - the poor girl didn’t really have a chance, oh well. Even her regular drinks in the evening right before bedtime are meanwhile not a problem anymore, I wonder a bit if she knows where all of this is supposed to go in the long run. But, yeah, if I plan on keeping her in such thick diapers at night anyways, she might as well get used to using them, right? Thinking about diapers …“How is your diaper doing? It looks a bit soggy … do you need a change? “ I couldn’t help but blush at his teasing. The idea that I was wetting myself for him… it would have been completely unimaginable two weeks ago, but here I was, crawling toward him with a smile.I took his hand and pressed it to my diapered crotch, letting my bladder go, feeling the warmth spread again through the already wet padding. Even the act of wetting was starting to become arousing. A wet diaper just meant another session with the magic wand, and it was so much nicer in his hand. The wand was usually too intense to use without something to mute it, something to cover it.Who knew that a wet diaper was the perfect thing?I could see the grin spread across his face. He was so much more confident now, the more power I gave over to him, the sexier he became, like I was feeding him pure power.It was intoxicating. He had gone from a guy who would dither over what we’d get for dinner to ordering for me, and it was beautiful. Sometimes I thought he knew me better than I knew myself.I decided to give him more, playing along with this world of his where he made the rules. “I don’t know, is that really a thing little girls like me should decide?”I could tell I was driving him wild.It was mutual. I stood up from the couch and went down on my knees right in front of her, and started to massage gently her soggy, diapered crotch. Gosh, her moan was such a turn on.“Well … seems like something else has a higher priority right now than a diaper change, right?“, I said, thoroughly enjoying the situation. Before she could give me an answer, I intensified my massaging.“Are you willing to promise me something?“, I whispered in her ear. I had learned in the past weeks that in her current state, she was willing to promise me almost anything I wanted, so … why not take advantage of that?I heard a silent “Yeth”, mixed with heavy breathing. I could easily tell that she was so turned on by now, her closed eyes, slightly open mouth and her body rocking back and forth betrayed her.“If I let you make cummies in your diaper now“, I continued, “are you willing to go to the party later in extra thick diapers?“ -- source link