Freddysghost - Baby Nami

The big city really does have everything, doesn’t it? I mean, who’d have ever thought when I moved here last year that I’d be posing now in a frilly dress for you, smiling and wiggling and showing off my padded little behind…and all of my own free will? I mean, I can think of more fun things to do, definitely. But a paycheck sure is nice…

I’d never dreamed that there would be such a demand for stuff like this. Sure, I’m familiar with cat cafés and maid cafés; who isn’t here in Tokyo? But last year when I came here looking around for a job after graduation, a close friend of mine suggested I try out this place. “It’s kind of like a maid café, but different,” was all he’d said… And so I came and interviewed - and got the job the very next week!

At first it didn’t seem like much at all. The owner was super nice, though, and was completely up-front with me and the other new hires about the fact that we would be experimenting with a new kind of café. “People come to a maid café because they want to flirt and look at pretty faces while they’re being served,” he explained patiently. “And I thought, not everybody likes to be waited on; some people like to feel instead like they’re being busy and useful. So why not give people the chance to flirt and see young, pretty faces while also taking care of them?”

Those first couple of weeks were odd, believe me; I honestly almost quit a few times. But it got easier as I got accustomed to all this. Yeah, it’s like you imagine; we have to put on these frilly, babyish outfits as soon as we arrive, because the whole idea is to give the customer a chance to baby us. We’re assigned various ages to play; I’m usually asked to play age two, so that means I’m almost always in little onesies, dresses, sleepers, and of course…diapers. Oh, don’t worry - I don’t mind anymore! They took some getting used to, though, especially when we had to start actually using them and letting customers change us…

But what can I say? The Little Flower Café has supplied a new service, and the demand is clearly there - even though we maybe didn’t know it before. We get lots of older grandmas who just want to mother someone, but also younger guys, too…guys a lot like you, actually. I suppose they must like it for some reason, though I’m not quite sure what…

Anyway, enough about me! I shouldn’t be talking on the job, certainly when I’m supposed to be your kawaii little two-year-old for the next hour. Don’t you like it when I squat down and show you my ruffly little diaper bottom, sir…like this? I’m here to please you and make you smile, after all! Just tell me, sir - what else would you like to do with me this evening?

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The best feeling ever is a wet diaper, this skirt doesn’t quite hide it though xD

The Bedwetting Princess

Ever since the incident last Halloween, Kristi has been determined this year would be different.  She was 19 now, and in university; besides, thinking back it hadn’t really even been her fault for what had happened.  It wasn’t her fault that she had drunk a bit more than she had meant to, and the line to the bathroom was way too long.  Who has a house-party with only one bathroom anyway?  Kristi had been caught a little short, and ended up leaving a big wet spot on the carpet just outside the bathroom.  The next morning, when she remembered what had happened, she had to call up everyone she could remember from the party, and beg them not to post any pictures of her, or her accident, online.  Not only would it be terribly embarrassing, but it might also affect her admissions status if the university saw the pictures of her participating in underage drinking, to humiliating results.

As Halloween drew closer; however, all thoughts of caution and restraint were discarded as Kristi planned for the most fun night of her life.  Kristi and her new boyfriend were going to attend the most popular party throughout all of the university.  Kristi had already purchased a sexy costume.  Well, it was probably a costume, it looked vaguely like the dress of some Disney princess, but it was sexy, and that’s all that really mattered.

It was the night before Halloween, and Kristi was staying over at her boyfriend’s place.  It was late, and they were both asleep already, but Kristi was tossing and turning in her sleep.

It was some sort of dream, probably a nightmare.  She was back at the Halloween party from last year.  She was sitting in a pool of her own, warm pee.  She was soaked, and everyone was pointing and laughing at her.  They were all taking pictures of her.  She tried to tell them to stop, but they didn’t listen.  Her boyfriend was there, he wasn’t pointing or laughing, just staring at her, looking disappointed.  It was strange, Kristi didn’t remember him being at this party, but there was no denying it, there he was.  He made his way through the crowd, and stood next to Kristi.

“You made a big mess, baby.”  He grabbed Kristi’s arm and pulled her to her feet, pee still dripping down her legs.  “You’ve been a bad girl, and bad girls need to be punished.”

Kristi tried to fight him, to break free and stop what was going to happen, but she couldn’t seem to move.  She knew what was going to happen, the same thing had happened to her as a girl, when she had peed herself in her dad’s car during a long road trip.  

Before she knew it, Kristi was over her boyfriend’s knee.  Her skirt had been flipped up, and her wet panties were exposed to everyone present.  Kristi briefly debated whether she would rather have her panties pulled down for what was going to happen, but it was too late to matter.

*Smack*

Kristi cried out as her boyfriend brought his hand down hard against her wet bottom.

*Smack*

“Maybe this will teach you to be a big girl.”

*Smack*

Kristi was crying now, and begging for him to stop, but strangely enough, the spanking didn’t seem to hurt like she had expected.  Pain or no pain, Kristi had another problem to worry about.

*Smack*

With every spank to her butt, it felt like her bladder shrunk by one size.  She was desperately trying to hold back, begging her boyfriend to let her go.

*Smack*

It was no good.  He wouldn’t listen, and Kristi felt the first leak spill out of her straining bladder.  She just hoped that he hadn’t noticed it with her already wet panties.

*Smack*

A bigger leak this time, almost a second long, splattered on the floor.  There was no way her boyfriend didn’t notice this time.  There was a pause in the spanking as he looked down at Kristi.

“Are you wetting yourself?  Again?  Well you obviously haven’t learned your lesson yet.”

*Smack Smack Smack*

With every blow that landed on her tender backside, Kristi felt more and more pee shoot out of her crotch, until there was no stopping it.  A veritable waterfall of pee poured out of Kristi’s crotch.  Kristi’s face burned in humiliation, but she felt something strange all the same.  Having her boyfriend take charge, and punish her like a little girl.  It felt good.  Even when he spanked her, she felt herself getting wet, in more ways than one.

“Kristi…Kristi, wake up.”

“Huh?  What’s wrong.”  Kristi blinked to clear the sleep out of her eyes.  Her boyfriend was standing next to her, staring down at her.

“You wet the bed.”  He didn’t sound thrilled.

“What?”  Kristi threw back the covers and, sure enough, a huge wet spot had turned the white sheets a faint yellow starting from where she lay and extending well across half of the mattress.

“I-I’m sorry.  I don’t know what happened.  I’ve never done that before.”  Kristi looked up at her boyfriend worryingly, was he mad?

“Well that’s not entirely true, now is it?”

“What…?”

“I heard from some friends that something similar happened to you last Halloween.”

“No, that was different, that was…” Was it really different?  Kristi wasn’t so sure anymore.

“Go take a shower, I’m going to put the sheets in the wash, and then I’m going out for a bit.  We’ll talk about this later.”

Kristi meekly made her way into the bathroom, and started her shower.  While she was cleaning herself, she couldn’t help but think about that dream.  Was that the reason she had wet the bed?  Kristi couldn’t think of any other cause. It had felt so good…Was that just because it was a dream?  Or was it something more?  Kristi found herself asking these questions as her fingers unconsciously rubbed up and down, probing around the area where her pee had come out just a few minutes ago.

Kristi lost track of time while she was in the steamy shower.  Kristi jumped and remembered where she was when the door to the bathroom opened and her boyfriend walked in.  She couldn’t see him through the frosted glass of the shower door, but she could still hear him.

“I brought you some dry clothes.  Don’t take too long in there, you wouldn’t want to overheat.”  Her boyfriend’s dominant, yet caring tone stirred something within Kristi once again, but this time she ignored it as she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower.  After drying herself off, and dealing with her hair, Kristi finally noticed the ‘clothes’ that her boyfriend had brought her.  It was her costume for the party that evening.  While it might have been a bit early to get dressed for the party, Kristi wouldn’t have thought it too strange except for one detail that was missing.  Her boyfriend hadn’t brought her any underwear.  Kristi smiled.  She definitely wasn’t planning on going commando to the party, the dress was sexy enough as it is, but this was surely her boyfriend’s way of initiating some early morning play that involved a pantieless Kristi in a very short skirt.  The thought got Kristi’s heart racing, and made her womanhood twitch.  No doubt they would end up in bed before long, or maybe somewhere else, given the bed’s current condition.  Kristi would just have to make sure to keep the costume clean for tonight.

Kristi slowly opened the bathroom door after slipping into the dress.  She didn’t see her boyfriend anywhere.  The apartment was small, but Kristi took her time and made a show of searching for him.  She bent over at the waist to look under the bed, and other places she was sure he wouldn’t be.  All the while savoring the feeling of the short hem of her skirt pulling up to reveal her smooth, firm butt.  She could only hope that he was able to see her from where ever he was.

“Where are you?”  Kristi asked playfully while bending over with her back towards the open door that led to the kitchen.  She had made a point not to look into the kitchen, but it was the only place she hadn’t been yet, so she was sure he was in there.  Kristi could feel his eyes on her butt as she was bent over.  She gave it a little shake just to tease him, but at the same time an unconscious thought emerged within her mind.  Bending over like this reminded her of the dream, she could almost feel his hand swinging towards her butt.  

Kristi jumped up and smoothed out her dress behind her.  She was wet now, it was time to get to the main event.  Turning and walking into the kitchen Kristi found her boyfriend seated at the table with a brown shopping bag beside him. From his position he would have been able to clearly see into the next room where Kristi had been putting on a show for him, so her efforts had not been in vain.  He smiled at Kristi, and gestured for her to sit down next to him.  He looked happy enough, but he didn’t seem to be returning the amorous vibes that Kristi was giving off.

They sat in silence for a minute.  Kristi didn’t know what to say, and her boyfriend didn’t seem to be in any hurry to speak.  Just when Kristi was about to ask what was wrong, he started talking.

“Kristi, I want you to know I’m not mad about last night.  Accidents happen.”

Kristi was about to interject, but he held up his finger before continuing.

“That being said, given your history, I feel some precautions are in order.”

“What do you…?”  Kristi was confused, but everything became clear when her boyfriend retrieved something from the bag next to him.

“I went out and picked these up this morning, while you were in the shower.”  In his hands was a package of what could only be described as diapers.  Kristi had regularly wet the bed up until she was twelve, and occasionally in the years after that, so she was very familiar with pull-ups, goodnites, and other training panties, but her boyfriend was holding diapers, no two ways about it.

“What?  I don’t need diapers.”

“Baby, after last night, I don’t think you’re in a position to say that.”

Kristi was having flashbacks to when she was sixteen.  After wetting herself in the car, her parents had forced her back into her pull-ups, which her mom still brought on vacation for some reason.  They were worried she would ruin the hotel’s bed, so Kristi was stuck listening to the teasing of her younger brother the whole trip.

“I…”  Kristi couldn’t think of any good arguments, she had wet the bed.

“It’ll just be for tonight.  If you don’t need them, then that’ll be the end of it, but if you do end up needing them, won’t you be glad you were wearing one?”

“When you say tonight…”  Kristi had a sinking feeling which wasn’t alleviated by her boyfriend’s words.

“I mean I want you to wear protection to the party, and then to bed afterwards.  You don’t have a great track record at Halloween parties, and I don’t think my mattress can take another accident like last night’s.”

“I can’t wear a diaper under this dress, it’s way too short.  Everyone will see it.”

“Well you’re the one who picked that dress.  I told you you would be flashing your undies to everyone if you wore it, but you didn’t listen to me.  And besides, you sure seemed to enjoy showing yourself off earlier.”  Kristi blushed even more fiercely as her little exhibition came back to bite her.  “It’s Halloween.  If anyone asks just tell them it’s part of your costume.  You can be a bedwetting princess, or something like that.  I’m sure people will have stranger costumes.”

“No!  I’m not doing it!  I won’t wear a diaper.”  Kristi jumped up and stomped her foot impetuously.  

“You will if you want to go to the party young lady.”  Her boyfriend stood up too, towering over Kristi.  

“Hmph, I won’t wear it.  And you can’t make me.”  Kristi knew she was acting childish now, but part of her still remembered the dream, and this way she might get what she really wanted, or at least what she thought she wanted.

“You might be surprised.”  Her boyfriend narrowed his eyes at her, before scooping her up under one arm and grabbing the pack of diapers with his other hand.  He carried Kristi to the bed.  The sheets had been stripped off, but a damp stain could be seen almost forming a silhouette of where Kristi had been sleeping.  Kristi was set down on the mostly dry half of the bed, and her boyfriend sat by her feet.

“Now, are you going to cooperate?”  His tone was stern now, but that just made Kristi more excited.

“No!”  Kristi rolled over face down on the bed and crossed her legs.  It would be near impossible for him to diaper her now.

“Well then I suppose you need to be punished.”  Without warning, he swung his hand and delivered a quick sharp spank to Kristi’s exposed butt.  Kristi yelped and rolled over trying to cover her butt with her hands.  It hurt much more than in her dream, so Kristi was surprised, but as she rubbed her butt it felt like fire was coursing through her loins.  Perhaps Kristi’s boyfriend sensed her pleasure, or perhaps he simply wished to punish her some more.  Either way, Kristi’s boyfriend seized her, and pulled her into his lap.  It was just like in her dream.  She was face down, staring at the floor, while her skirt was rolled up, revealing her sensitive butt.  Kristi was very excited now, she had to wonder if her boyfriend could see her dripping excitement.  If he did, he didn’t say anything.

*Smack*

*Smack*

*Smack*

Each spank made Kristi’s whole body tremble, it felt like electricity was coursing through her.

*Smack*

*Smack*

The pain still made Kristi cry out, but the whole situation felt so good.  For a time she thought she might orgasm just from being spanked by her boyfriend.

*Smack*

Her boyfriend leaned down and whispered into her ears.  Just his hot breath on her ears was enough to make her moan, but his words sent her over the edge.

“You’ve been a very naughty girl.  That’s why you’re being punished.”

“Kh…aaahhh.  Ahh!  Yes!  Yes, I was bad.  I’m sorry.  Ahh.”  Kristi lay panting, breathless.

*Smack*

One last good spank brought Kristi back to her senses, and also made her realize another aspect of her dream that was coming true.  She needed to pee. Badly.  Now that the spanking had stopped, and she no longer had the combination of pain and pleasure to take her mind off of things, she realized her bladder was uncomfortably full.  If the spanking had gone on much longer, she surely would have wet herself all over her boyfriend’s lap, just like in the dream.

Kristi’s boyfriend laid her back on the bed, face up, and looked at her.  She was holding her crotch with both hands while her hips were fidgeting back and forth in desperation.

“Are you ready to cooperate now?”

“Yes.”  Kristi nodded her head meekly, and her boyfriend retrieved a diaper and spread it out on the bed.  “NO, wait.  I’m sorry.  Just a sec…”  Kristi jumped up and tried to escape.  She needed to use the bathroom right now.  If she was going to be back in diapers, she wanted to at least maintain her dignity and prove she didn’t need them.  Before Kristi could run to the bathroom, she was stopped as her boyfriend caught her by the arm.

“Where do you think you’re going?”  Kristi was holding her free hand between her legs as she pranced up and down in a desperate potty dance.

“To the bathroom.  I’m about to burst.  Please let me go.  I’ll wear the diaper, and do whatever you want afterwards.”  Kristi couldn’t hold on much longer, soon enough her body would make the decision for her, but that didn’t stop her boyfriend from taking his time.

“Hmmm.  I don’t know, you’ve been awfully bad today.  Why don’t you try asking nicely.”  He smiled sadistically, making Kristi’s heart throb along with her bladder.

“Ohhh, please, please let me go.”  Kristi had intertwined her legs and was crouching down now.

“’Please’ what?  Where do you need to go?”  His wolfish grin grew larger.

“Please let me go potty.  I don’t want to pee my pants again.  Please.”  Kristi could already feel the first few drops squeezing out between her tightly clenched fingers.  If she were wearing panties, they would surely have a wet spot on them by now.

“Good girl.  Okay then.  We wouldn’t want you to have another accident so soon.”  He released Kristi’s arm, and she raced towards the bathroom as fast as she could.  Which was actually quite slow, with both hands holding her crotch, and stopping every other step to try and avoid losing control.

After what felt like an eternity, Kristi reached the toilet and threw herself onto it. If she had been wearing pants or panties, anything that she would have to stop to remove, Kristi probably wouldn’t have made it.  She groaned in relief as she finally relieved her aching bladder.  It felt almost as good as when she was getting spanked, but maybe not quite as good as she felt in her dream.

“Did you make it?”  Kristi nodded in answer, her face red.  “Good.  No more stalling now.  Lay down.”

Wordlessly, Kristi laid down on the bed, and lifted her red bottom so her boyfriend could slide the diaper beneath her.  And just like that, she was a kid again.  Her brother was laughing at her after she wet her pull-ups when they were sharing a bed on vacation, she was waking up to all her friends laughing at her soaked sleeping bag and pajamas when her goodnite leaked on her very first sleepover, and she was desperately trying to hide her wet sheets from her parents after she finally graduated out of training panties and was allowed to sleep in her big girl underwear.  Kristi covered her face with her hands.  The diaper brought back a lot of embarrassing memories, but when her boyfriend hugged her tightly, they didn’t seem so bad after all.

“Why don’t you stand up, and show me your pretty outfit for tonight.”  Kristi stood up and looked down at herself.  It was hard to tell without a mirror, but she was pretty sure her diapers would be on display almost constantly.  Even if they didn’t peek out from beneath her short hemline, any movement would cause the frilly dress to sway and reveal her childish underwear, not to mention if she ever bent over practically the entire diaper would be revealed.

“It’s too short, the dress doesn’t even cover it.”  Kristi pouted.

“Oh I don’t know, I think it’s just about right.”  Her boyfriend smiled.  “Why don’t you give me a twirl so I can see it better.”  She did as he asked, and spun in a slow circle, resisting the urge to pin the dress to her sides with her hands.

“You’re right, I can totally see the diaper.”

“Can’t I wear something else?”

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

“I already warned you this dress was too skimpy, but you got it anyway.  With my money if I recall.”

“But…”

“No ‘buts,’ besides, didn’t you say you would do whatever I want if I let you use the toilet?”  

“Well yeah…”

“Good then it’s settled.  You’re going to wear that until after the party tonight, and if you can keep your diaper dry until tomorrow morning then you can go back to big girl panties.”

Kristi nodded sheepishly.  She knew there was no getting out of it now, and part of her didn’t even want to get out of it.  But there was one thing, something that had been nagging at the back of Kristi’s mind, and she just realized what it was.

“But what if I need to use the bathroom?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well the party’s not for like 8 hours.  So can I just take the diaper off when I need to go, and then you can put it back on before the party?”

“Hmmm, I don’t think so.  You’ve had too many accidents and close calls just today.  I wouldn’t feel comfortable having you out of your diapers so soon.”

“What?”

“That’s why I said if you can stay dry you’ll be out of diapers.  This is your chance to prove that you’re a big girl who doesn’t need diapers anymore.”

“But that’s impossible.”  There was no way Kristi would be able to hold it until the party started, let alone tomorrow morning.  It would have been hard enough for her to stay dry throughout the party with all the alcohol and other drinks she was sure to have.

“Well just try your hardest sweetie.”  He kissed her on the top of her head. “There’s no shame in using your diapers if you still need them.  I’m sure there will be more chances for you to prove you don’t need to wear them anymore.”

“Will you at least change me when I have an accident?  It’ll be bad enough to have everyone see me in a diaper, I don’t want them to see me in a wet diaper as well.”

“We’ll see, maybe if you ask me nice enough.  Then I might change you.  But you should believe in yourself more.  It should be ‘if you have an accident’ not ‘when.’  It was just a couple minutes ago you were telling me how much of a big girl you were, and how you didn’t need diapers.”

“Okay…I’ll try.”  Kristi was so excited with these new developments, she could hardly believe it.  If not for the diaper she was wearing, there would be little stopping her from jumping on her boyfriend to make him push her down on the bed, right then and there.

“Oh and one more thing.”  He leaned in nice and close to whisper into Kristi’s ear.  “This is what I want you to say to anyone who asks about your outfit at the party tonight:”  He whispered his instructions into her waiting ear, and Kristi felt her body grow hotter with every word, until she felt like she was on fire.

————–

When the time for the party arrived, Kristi had already wet herself a couple hours prior.  After much begging and some negotiating, Kristi’s boyfriend had changed her diaper, but he promised that this would be her last diaper change until after the party.  Kristi could already feel a slight pressure building in her bladder.  There was no way she would last until after the party was over.  Her only hope at this point was to get nice and drunk before she inevitably wet herself again.

Kristi was dreading the walk to the party.  It was not far, only a couple blocks away, but it was Halloween evening, and trick-or-treaters would be out in force. She had tried asking for a jacket to wear, hoping to help hide her diaper beneath a long coat, but the weather was unseasonably warm, and her request had been denied.  As soon as they left the apartment, they encountered a group of kids in costumes being escorted by an adult.  It was hard to tell how old the children were behind their costumes, but Kristi would guess the oldest was around 12 or 13 years old.  Kristi resolutely avoided making eye contact with any of the kids, but that didn’t stop her from hearing their conversation.

“Look at that girl.  She’s wearing a diaper!”

“Haha, is she a baby?”

“Hey, she’s just like you Jenny.”

“Shut up,”  It was the girl Kristi judged to be the oldest.  “I only wear them at night, she’s wearing them during the day too.”

“Hush now, it’s just a costume.”  The adult chaperone quieted the kids, probably realizing that Kristi could easily hear their conversation.

Kristi grabbed her boyfriend by the arm and hurried ahead, towards the party. He was laughing as she dragged him along.

“I hope you haven’t forgotten what I told you earlier, about what to tell people you’re dressed as.”

“…No, I haven’t.  But those kids didn’t even ask, they were just making fun of me all on there own.”

“I know, I know.  Just as long as you haven’t forgotten.”

Kristi got a lot of comments on her outfit, both on the streets, and when they finally arrived at the party.  Kristi quickly found the strongest mixed drink she could get her hands on, and drank it down.  She knew the question would come soon enough, and she wanted to have the courage to answer properly. Even if that meant taxing her already strained bladder.  The pressure in her abdomen was already strong enough to be uncomfortable.  Since her boyfriend was unlikely to suddenly change his mind and allow her to use the bathroom, Kristi figured she was unlikely to make it through the night dry.

Kristi was on her third drink when the question finally came, and she was already bouncing back and forth, not in beat to the music, but to the throbbing of her bladder.

“Oh hey Kristi, I love the outfit.  What are you supposed to be?”  It was Kristi’s childhood friend.  It was a harmless enough question, but it sent a surge of adrenaline throughout Kristi’s body.  She felt simultaneously terrified and excited, a combination of emotions that played havoc with her bladder control.

“Thanks, it’s um…”  Kristi glanced at her boyfriend, who looked down at her expectantly.  She just smiled back as she felt her bladder give out.  Kristi could almost swear that she could hear the sound of her pee pouring into her diaper even over the loud music.  She hoped no one could tell she was flooding her diaper with a torrent of pee.  For once Kristi was glad to be wearing a diaper rather than a pull-up.  A pull-up would surely have been soaked through by the amount of pee Kristi was releasing.  At least these diapers were much more absorbent, although it remained to be seen whether they could last through however many more accidents Kristi might have over the course of the party.  Kristi finally looked back at her friend, and spoke the words just like she had been told.

“I’m a Bedwetting Princess.”

“Hey, there he is: your date for tonight! Ooh, aren’t you so excited to be going out with a boy your age, little Erika?”

Crikey, Erika’s mom looked almost as young as Erika did. Well, that is, except for the key difference that her blushing daughter was decked out in a onesie, an infantile hair bow, and what appeared to be nothing other than a diaper. The sight left me shocked, slightly amused, and actually a bit turned on, to be honest. Erika had confessed to me that she liked a kink she called “ageplay”, and said it was probably because her mom still tended to treat her like a little kid… I’d said sure, who didn’t like a bit of younger/older roleplay? But this? I’d never expected to see the hot, self-assured young woman I’d met in sociology class to turn out to be such a… well, such a baby.

But Erika’s mom plowed right on, eyeing me all the while in amusement. “Now, she should be all fresh and clean and dry, ready for a big night out with you, young man,” she smiled. “Once we get her party dress on she’ll be all ready to go! But please be careful with her, and make sure she doesn’t get in trouble, okay?” Geez, it sounded like I was going to be taking care of a toddler. And well…judging by that diaper, maybe I was…?

Perhaps she sensed my uncertainty about her daughter’s decidedly unorthodox underwear. Or perhaps she just wanted to shoot down any romantic aspirations I’d had in mind… “Erika’s father and I have a very strict policy for her, young man,” she stated firmly, her fingers maternally stroking the thick padding around her daughter’s crotch. “We don’t want her fooling around with premarital sex just yet, so that’s one of the very good reasons she’s going with you in her diapers. Not very easy to start a petting session when she’s all locked away in a babyish diaper, now, is it?”

I nervously nodded, resignedly waiting out this interminable awkward conversation - just as the flustered Erika seemed to be doing. “And,” her mom continued wryly, “Just in case either of you gets the idea that you can take that safeguard off and start getting physically intimate, we’ve taken additional precautions. I’m certainly not going to tell you how the remote signaling works, but if either of you even starts to remove her diaper, her father and I will know.”

She grinned and patted her daughter’s stomach. “And as for curfew, you’re going to want to get her back home by ten. No really,” she smirked, “I mean it. You see, I’ve made sure to load her up with a double-dose of timed laxatives that are going to have her cramping and filling that pretty little diaper of hers by ten sharp. That’s not exactly how you want your nice romantic date to end, is it? With a smelly little girlfriend waddling home in her messy diaper?” I shook my head mutely, aghast at the measures this lady was taking. Was she actually serious?

She smiled approvingly at my confused acquiescence. “Good, good. And remember - this is your chance to show us how well you can follow our simple rules with Erika. But if you break any of them…” she trailed off meaningfully. “Well, let’s just say that when your next date comes around, Erika won’t be the only one who’ll be put back in diapers. How’d you like that, hmm? How’d you like me to dress you up to match your sweet little girlfriend?”

I gulped, her sardonic laughter ringing in my ears. God, what had I gotten myself into?

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