lostcontrolfreak

[lostcontrolfreak]

People have a tendency to react to incest fantasies as if the person indulging them is saying, "What if I were fucking my sibling?" when in fact what they are saying is, "What if the person I'm fucking were my sibling?"

Superficially, these might sound like identical utterances, but there's actually a world of difference between them. It's the difference between having an unhealthy attraction to a family member and having a perfectly normal attraction to someone who is NOT a family member and then PRETENDING that your relationship is transgressive and taboo.

This distinction is even more important, and should be even more obvious when it comes to ageplay fantasies. But vanilla folks tend to see one of two adults behaving child-like in a sexual context and assume that the other one wants to have sex with actual children. It's absurd, because you can probably see that their partner has fully developed breasts or facial hair, so it ought to be pretty clear that they're physically attracted to adults. Any other characteristics that people willfully adopt in the bedroom are just window dressing; they don't magically transform an unrelated, adult partner into something else.

I’m not rlly an incest girlie outside some of the general normie trappings, but I’m not gonna yuck anyone’s yum about it? I’m a cnc freak and both of those basically have the same root of “what if there was someone who wanted me so bad they would do something terrible to fuck me”, pretending otherwise seems silly

[lostcontrolfreak]

New Year: Poo, Pee

Well, I was a week late in posting my New Years-inspired story. That's a less than auspicious start to 2025, but I'm willing to give myself a mulligan on the first few days.

I am tentatively resolved to remaining active on here in the coming weeks and months, as well as establishing a presence on other platforms for my fetish fiction.

In the meantime, I'd like to once again express my gratitude for those of you who continued following me after I kind of fell away from Tumblr and this type of content in general. I can't really account for my absences other than by saying that my mental health took some turns which made it difficult for me to indulge fantasy in the structured way that yields my perhaps excessively detailed fiction.

I'm also chronically self-conscious about that excess, which has held me back from making a novel available without first editing the absolute fuck out of it. That said, I'm going to either buckle down on giving Shy Teddy that edit this month or else bite the bullet and release it as a >100,000-word monstrosity.

Of course, first I've got to complete the short series that I started more than a month ago. I know it must be frustrating to read two parts and then be left hanging, but I'm trying to get back in the saddle, and once I do, I've got big plans.

That's not to say that I'll definitely follow through on those plans, but if I do, I think some of you are in for a treat. A lot will depend on whether I'm able to maintain enough efficiency with the work that actually keeps a roof over my head, so I can still devote some time to these extracurriculars without getting totally burned out.

Apart from that, though, I'm very highly motivated by attention, so if you like the content I post in the days to come, like it, share it, comment, send me a DM, etc. (Oh, and give me some money. [LOL, just kidding] {...Unless... 🤔})

[lostcontrolfreak]

You Said It!

Bobby awoke late in the morning on January 1, with a headache and a lingering haziness that told him he had overdone it the previous night with his New Year’s Eve celebrations. As he steeled himself to cope with the hangover, he felt grateful for the familiar embrace of the diaper he was wearing. It made him as feel comfortable and secure as ever, despite his disorientation – so much so that he considered turning over, pressing himself into the thick padding, and going back to sleep for a little while longer.

But as recollections of the previous night trickled into his waking mind, Bobby’s pleasant feelings were supplanted by a dawning confusion and mild panic. He’d gone to that New Year’s Eve party with his girlfriend, and wasn’t she supposed to come back to his apartment to spend the night afterwards? Had she? And if so, why was Bobby sleeping in a diaper when he had never worked up the courage to confess the things he liked to do when she wasn’t around?

Wincing in the light, Bobby forced himself to look around and confirm he’d woken up in the bed alone. As he propped himself in the bed to search for any signs Miranda had been there, his hand found something wet and his attention was drawn down to the puddle he’d just been sleeping in. Slowly, he raised his now wet fingers to his nose, hoping to find it was just spilled water, but was immediately struck by the unmistakable scent of the first pee after a night of heavy drinking.

After casting a paranoid glance over each shoulder, Bobby pushed himself up onto his knees, straddling the wet spot and looking down at the crotch of his diaper, which he was wearing without any pants over it.

“Did I leak?��� he wondered to himself while pressing both hands to the diaper and examining the leg gathers. Although the padding was wet, it was far from soaked, and Bobby felt sure that there was no way he could have leaked it enough to make the sheets as wet as they were, especially considering how securely it was taped around his hips and thighs.

It occurred to Bobby that he could barely make the tapes that straight and snug even when he was perfectly clear-headed. How had he done it when he was blind drunk? And what the hell happened last night anyway?

Bobby left one hand resting on his diaper and raised the other to his mouth, touching his fingernails to his teeth while he wracked his brain for the last thing he could remember. He could vaguely recall sharing a passionate kiss with his girlfriend at midnight, but try as he might, he couldn’t remember getting home or going to bed.

“Miri must have decided to go home after the party,” he thought. “Jeez, I hope we didn’t get in a fight after having such a great time all night.” After a long moment, it occurred to Bobby that his phone would likely hold some clues. With sudden purpose, he lunged for the bedside table only to stop short, his heart in his throat, when he noticed the glass of water and two aspirin that had been left there for him, alongside a note in Miranda’s handwriting.

“When you’re done sleeping it off, we need to talk,” it said.

No sooner had he processed these words than he became aware of sounds coming from the other room. The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted into his bedroom to overtake the smell of urine, and as he pictured his girlfriend waiting for to confront him with an unpleasant discussion, he was overwhelmed by a rush of emotions which quickly made him feel as if he were going to cry.

Bobby’s first instinct was to strategize some way of talking his way out of this situation, but he still didn’t know exactly what the situation was. Miranda must have stayed over after all, but then what? Did he wet the bed with her in it? In his drunkenness, did he decide it would be a good idea to put a diaper on then? But then where was his girlfriend for that? Surely, even when he was sloshed, Bobby wouldn’t be so stupid as to diaper himself in front of her. Bobby reasoned that after he’d had an accident, she must have left the room in disgust to go sleep on the couch.

Maybe, he thought, I just have to apologize for wetting the bed and remind her that it’s the only time of year I get that drunk. This could’ve happened to anybody. It’s embarrassing as hell, but she’ll understand – as long as I get out of this diaper first.

Having reminded himself that sometimes, other people wet when they’re drunk, too, Bobby looked back at the wet spot on his bedsheets and allowed himself to entertain the notion that maybe it hadn’t been him who wet the bed. Maybe when he stepped out into the kitchen, Miranda would be the one apologizing to him. Maybe there was some drunken logic at play that told him he should put his diaper on to avoid getting wet from her pee.

Bobby clung to that optimism while gingerly climbing out of the bed in search of grown-up clothing. But he remained wary of going out to face her, of smelling the pee on his skin whether it was his or hers. He wanted to rinse it away in the shower first, and he certainly wanted to get rid of the diaper before she saw it, but he also didn’t want to keep her waiting for him if she was upset.

Normally, waking up in a wet diaper meant that he would just strip it off, fold it up, and stuff it in the bathroom garbage, then make sure to take the bag out well before Miranda came over. The fact that she was in the apartment with him meant that he would need to come up with a whole new procedure, which was made more difficult by him being hung over.

Bobby stripped off his damp sleep shirt and tossed it onto the bed, then put on a fresh t-shirt and found a pair of loose-fitting pants which he could wear over his diaper just until he slipped into the bathroom. Once he did that, he would just have to stuff the diaper into the trash before taking a quick shower, and hope she wouldn’t look into the bathroom garbage before he could take the bag out.

After slipping the pants on, Bobby also grabbed a pair of ordinary underwear and turned to head for the door, but stopped short to look back at the bed and its wet spot. Although he couldn’t think of any scenario in which she wasn’t aware of what had happened there, he still didn’t want her being reminded of it if she went back into the room, so he paused to pull up the covers and hide it as best he could before heading to the bathroom with his clean underwear in hand.

Bobby barely managed to turn in the direction of the bathroom before Miranda’s stopped him in his tracks simply by clearing her throat. As he jumped and turned to face her, he hastily stuffed the underwear into his pants pocket and winced as he inadvertently caused his diaper to rustle. His pulse quickened when he met her eye, but he tried his best to act natural.

“I thought I heard you rustling around,” Miranda said. “Going somewhere?”

Bobby tried not to read into her choice of words, but faltered nervously in his effort to respond.

“I was… Uh… I was just going to go to the bathroom before I came to talk to you.”

Miranda shook her head decisively. “I think this time you can wait,” she said while gesturing for him to follow her. “Come on. I made breakfast.”

Bobby winced a second time, assuming that her sarcastic reply settled the question of who had wet the bed. He also noted that there was something ineffable about her stern but matter-of-fact tone, and while he cautiously padded into the kitchen behind her, he reassured himself that she couldn’t be that upset with him if she’d been willing to cook him breakfast.

Bobby slowly settled into a chair, taking care not to rustle any more than was necessary, then convinced himself to get the ball rolling with a modest, if unavoidable confession.

“I’ll be honest,” he said. “I don’t remember very much of last night.”

“Yeah, that’s not surprising,” Miranda replied. “You were in rare form last night.”

“I hope I didn’t do anything terrible. It’s just so easy to lose control on New Year’s Eve. It’s the only night of the year I really go wild. You know I’m not usually much of a drinker.”

“Yeah, and I guess now I have a better understanding of why that is.”

Bobby felt his cheeks getting flushed, assuming this was a reference to his apparent accident.

“Yeah… Like I said, I don’t remember much of what happened, but… I woke up and, um… I saw that the bed was wet, so I guess… um, I…”

Bobby trailed off for a moment, then willed himself to look into his girlfriend’s eyes as he tried to reclaim his senses.

“Look, I’m sorry, Miri. I don’t know if I got it on you or anything, but, you know, it happens sometimes when people get too drunk. It was just a one-time thing, so please don’t hold it against me. I mean… it’s not like I’m a bedwetter or something. You know… How many times have we stayed over at each other’s places?”

Miranda indulged a conspicuous pause before replying: “Well, technically, you didn’t wet the bed last night.”

Bobby straightened up in his seat, feeling as if a massive weight had been lifted off his shoulders. “So it was you!” he said a bit too excitedly.

Miranda positively cackled in response. “What?! No! Of course not, Bobby. It was all your piss. I just mean you didn’t wet the bed in the sense that you didn’t wait until you were asleep to start peeing.”

“What?! I don’t…” Bobby trailed off again while returning to a slumped, submissive posture.

Miranda raised an eyebrow and cocked her head to the side, scrutinizing her boyfriend. “You really don’t remember anything, do you?” she asked.

“Not really. Not after midnight.”

“That’s okay, I have video.”

To Bobby’s ear, her tone remained ineffable, and he couldn’t tell whether she intended her declaration to be merely informative, teasing, or threatening. On some level, he hoped that she would clarify by just showing him what she was referring to straightaway. But on another level, he wasn’t sure that he wanted to see it at all.

Miranda pulled out her phone and pulled up the video in question, but did not immediately press play or show it to her boyfriend. Instead, she set the phone down in the space between them and set to work filling in some of the other gaps in Bobby’s memory.

“So, we hung around the party for about an hour after the ball drop. You kept getting more and more wasted, but it wasn’t anything too crazy. We were having a good time. Things only started to get weird on the walk home. We were talking about the difference between guys and girls when they get drunk. I said something about how girls become more like little kids – they get affectionate and giggly and super-emotional – but boys become full-on babies. I was just kind of trying to make fun of how you couldn’t walk or talk properly at that point, and how I was going to have to take care of you when we got home. But then you just wouldn’t let it go. The whole rest of the walk, you were like, ‘I’m baby! I need my diapee and baba. Mommy’s gonna take care of me when we get home!’ It was gross.”

The sudden humiliation compounded Bobby’s hangover and made him feel like he was going to pass out. He glanced at his girlfriend’s face just long enough to register the expression with which she punctuated the last word, and then he proceeded to star down at his lap while hoping that somehow this was still a dream.

“I thought it was just a weird joke,” Miranda said, “but then we got home and this happened.”

She pushed her phone closer to Bobby, waited until she was sure he was looking at the screen, and pressed the play button for him.

The video began with Miranda’s voice speaking from behind the camera as she steadied it on the image of her boyfriend sprawled out on the bed, still fully clothed. “Wait, say that again,” she said, sounding slightly confused.

“I need a diapey,” Bobby replied without hesitation, lifting his arm languidly to point in the general direction of the dresser where he kept his ABDL supplies hidden.

“Why are you being weird?” Miranda asked, the confusion in her voice becoming more pronounced.

In the video, Bobby then sleepily draped his forearm over his face while stretching to make himself more comfortable on the bed. “I’m not weird, you’re weird,” he chuckled. “You said I’m a baby but you let me go alllll night with big boy undies on.” He raised his other arm and let it fall until a limp finger was pointing roughly toward his crotch.

“What?!” Miranda’s voice interjected before Bobby went on, heedless of her disbelief.

“You’re lucky I didn’t have a accident,” he said. “Then who would have had to clean it up?” He paused to thrust the same limp finger toward the camera before heavily spitting out the answer: “You!”

“Look, Bobby, I’m sorry I compared you to a baby,” Miranda said. “It was just a joke, and it’s done now. I feel like you’re taking this way too seriously.”

“Nope!” Bobby chirped while turning over and snuggling into the pillow, looking strangely pleased with himself. “You said it, can’t take it back. How’m I even sposda go to the potty if I can’t walk, huh?

“Bobby, are you saying you have to go to the bathroom…? Come on, get up. I’ll help you.”

The video began to move closer to the bed but stopped in response to Bobby raising his arm and swatting at the air to shoo Miranda away.

“Shh. Babies can’t talk, either,” he declared before slapping his hand against the front of his pants and leaving it there, loosely gripping his crotch. “That’s why I need a diapey. Can’t tell you when I gotta go potty.”

“Uh… I think you just did. Seriously, come on, get up. You’re obviously not going to wear a diaper. That’s not something we just have sitting around, babe.”

“Uh-huh, I got lots of ‘em,” Bobby said, barely lifting his arm to indicate the dresser again. He paused to drunkenly smile and laugh to himself before adding, “Obviously.”

The video then clearly picked up Miranda whispering, “What the fuck?” before the image bounced across the room and leveled on the dresser. “Which drawer…?” she asked tentatively, pausing for a moment before she pointed the camera back at her boyfriend and repeated, more loudly, “Which drawer?”

Bobby laboriously propped himself up in the bed, obviously struggling to make his eyes focus on the objects on the far side of the room. His arm thrust forward again but he didn’t even bother pointing this time as he said, “Bottom left,” then collapsed back into a prostrate position.

Miranda pointed the camera down at the indicated drawer and opened it to reveal a stack of towels. With her free hand she reached under them until her hand met different texture and she once again whispered, “What the fuck?”

“What the fuck?” she repeated theatrically after moving aside the towels to reveal her boyfriend’s stash.

“Bobby, these have cartoon prints on them! Why do you have these?”

Bobby stretched again, evidently struggling to keep himself awake, and kept his eyes closed while he answered. “’Cause I’m baby,” he said insistently, almost impatiently. “I need it.”

“You don’t need it!” Miranda practically shouted back. “You’re a grown man, dating a grown woman. You go to the bathroom in the bathroom.”

“Mm-mm,” Bobby shook his head. “Babies don’t know how to go bathroom. You gotta put the diapey on me.”

“I’m not putting this on you! Are you crazy?”

“Okayyy,” Bobby answered in a teasing, sing-song voice. “But if you don’t wanna change me, I guess I just hafta pee my paaants.”

“Oh my god, do not do that.”

Bobby lightly moaned while casually grabbing hold of his penis through his pants. “But I gotta go.”

Miranda turned the camera toward Bobby’s bedroom door and thrust her hand into the frame to snap her fingers and point at it while giving a single word command: “Bathroom!”

Bobby answered with his own, equally short command: “Diapey!”

“No!”

“Okay.” Bobby drunkenly chuckled again and shrugged his shoulders before repositioning himself on the bed and visibly grinding his hips against the mattress. “I guess I got no choice.” He lifted his arm behind him in an abortive attempt to point at his girlfriend one more time while saying, “This is your fault.”

“What…” Miranda began just before the video picked up the image of the bedsheets taking on a darker color, first in the area just below Bobby’s crotch, and then around his thighs and hips.

“Oh my god, stop,” she shouted as the image went blurry with the motion of her rushing forward, just before it cut off abruptly.

As soon as it did, Miranda casually took back her phone, and began waiting patiently to see what Bobby would say first.

All the color had drained from his face as he watched, and when he returned to his senses, he realized that he had been steadily peeing into his diaper since the moment he saw her uncover the secret he’d been keeping in his dresser all these months.

When he finally spoke, it was as much to drown out the sound of his intensifying stream as it was to break the tension. Of course, he had no idea what to say and was forced to content himself with a lot of stammering and false starts: “Um… I’m… I… Um… I’m sorry.”

Sounding no less confused than she had in the video, Miranda replied, “Bobby, I don’t even know what you’re apologizing for, really.”

“Um… well… for… uh, first of all… for… for peeing… in the bed like that.”

Miranda frowned and shrugged her shoulders. “Whatever. It’s your bed. I don’t have to sleep in it. And after that little performance, I’m not sure I will be again.”

Bobby buried his head in his hands. He couldn’t think of anything else to say for himself, so he sat there in silence, trying not to squirm too much from the fullness of his diaper while he waited for Miranda to make it clear whether or not she was now his ex-girlfriend.

“So, do you want to explain the diapers, or what?” she asked finally.

Bobby didn’t look up before replying. “I wear them sometimes.”

“Obviously. Why?”

Bobby shrugged and then slumped. “It feels good, I guess.”

“Okay? And why do they have to look like that?”

“Well… I like… I dunno. That way it feels more like… more like I’m a kid again. Like I’m innocent and cute or whatever.”

“Just what every girl wants in a boyfriend,” Miranda spat back sarcastically. “And do you actually want people to see you like that?”

“No!” Bobby answered insistently, as if she were accusing him of cheating. “I mean… I guess… I wanted you to, eventually, maybe. Just… not like this.”

“Ew.” Miranda wrinkled her nose. “So what would have been the good way for you to show off your baby diapers to me?”

Bobby shrugged again. “I don’t know. I hadn’t really thought about it. I just know that… I was… I was planning on telling you eventually.”

Miranda scoffed. “I don’t think I would have wanted you to. I’d rather not know. But I can’t exactly unsee it now, can I?”

Bobby pressed his face into both his palms as if hoping he could make the whole world disappear.

“Ew,” Miranda repeated. “Are you going to cry, now? How did I never know that you were such a baby?”

“I’m not a baby,” Bobby protested, but his voice cracked as he found himself actually fighting back tears. “I just said that last night for fun. I’m the same man I always was. I just like to… play sometimes.”

“I’ll bet you do,” Miranda said, tauntingly. “So, what, you put yourself in baby diapers, you pee in them, and then you rub yourself in them until you cum? Is that it?”

Bobby’s cheeks went red as he fumbled for a response. “Um… It’s…”

“That’s all right, you might as well admit it,” Miranda advised. “I didn’t get it on video, but after you pissed yourself last night, you kept trying to get yourself off by grinding your cock into the wet spot. I finally agreed to put you in the diaper because I thought maybe it would make you stop, but then when I was leaning over you, I had to keep swatting your hands away because you wouldn’t stop trying to play with my tits. I ended up giving you a handjob just to keep you quiet, which was weird because I think you were too drunk to even enjoy it, much less notice that I wasn’t.”

“I’m sorry…” Bobby moaned.

“Whatever,” Miranda said, with a surprisingly gentle turn. “I’m sorry that you won’t even be able to remember the last time I ever jerked you off.”

Bobby used the heel of his palm to wipe a tear from each eye before he began pleading. “Do we really have to break up over this? Can’t we just pretend that it didn’t happen? I love you and I thought you loved me. This doesn’t have to change anything. Not really.”

“I do love you,” Miranda said. “But it’s like I said: I can’t unsee what I saw last night. Even if I could pretend like I don’t know what you do when I’m not around, what happens if I want to go out and party again? How can I trust you to get drunk and not revert to baby mode where you decide you’re going to piss in your pants again?”

Bobby wiped away more tears and blubbered, “Please don’t leave me.”

“Stop crying, it’s gross,” Miranda groaned. “You’re just proving my point. I’m not going to be able to just stop seeing you as the adult baby you actually are, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I have to dump you.”

With a quavering gasp, Bobby forced himself to meet Miranda’s eye. “Really?” he asked.

“I mean… that’s kind of up to you,” she answered. “I don’t think I can let you fuck me anymore. I doubt I’d be able to feel your cock inside me without thinking about how it looked bulging against your piss-soaked pants, or squirting in my hand before getting wrapped up in those cartoon prints. That’s not exactly a turn on for me, you know. But if you’re okay with me filling that need elsewhere, there’s no reason why we can’t still be boyfriend and girlfriend—or maybe better yet, mommy and baby.”

“What… What do you mean?” Bobby asked.

“Bobby, do you have any idea how many guys at that party would have taken me home last night if I asked them to? Some of them were every bit as drunk as you were, but I’ll bet any of them would have fucked my brains out and not pissed their pants. Up until last night, I thought that was your job, but not anymore. If you want to stay together, it means we can still go out together, but we’re not necessarily going home together.”

At that, Bobby felt the tears welling up in his eyes again, but he couldn’t tell whether they were tears of sadness or of relief. Though he’d been clinging to the hope that he could still salvage his manhood in his girlfriend’s eyes, now that was out the window. But he couldn’t deny that it seemed like a sacrifice worth making in order to keep her in his life.

“You don’t have to decide right now,” Miranda explained. “I already had a few hours to think this over while I was waiting for you to wake up. And I’ll be honest… I was going to just break up with you. But I had some help seeing this in a different light.”

“Huh?” Bobby croaked.

“I was so…” Miranda paused to consider her words. “…flabbergasted by what you did last night that I needed to find out if you were just crazy. I mean, I’ve heard about people peeing on each other and stuff like that, but a grown man wearing baby diapers and wanting to be changed? This is all brand new to me.”

Bobby wanted to launch into an explanation of how he used to think he was alone, too, and how he eventually discovered a vibrant and diverse ABDL community, but almost before he opened his mouth to speak, Miranda raised a hand to silence him.

“I know, it’s not that unusual. I mean, obviously they make those diapers for someone. But I’d never heard of it, so I started texting with some of my girlfriends who I know are a lot kinkier than I am.”

Noticing the sudden appearance of terror in Bobby’s eyes, Miranda raised her hands in a gesture of reassurance and explained: “I didn’t mention your name or what happened. I just told them that I found out something about someone I’ve known for a while, and I wanted to see if they’d heard of anything like it. And lo and behold, some had. Heck, at least one of them, Lucy – you know her, she was at the party too – she’s even kind of into it. She had one boyfriend who called her mommy and everything.”

Had Bobby not been so emotionally drained by the preceding several minutes, he might have felt vindicated by this information. Miranda was right that Bobby knew her friend Lucy, but Bobby suspected that he knew her even better than Miranda realized.

Not only had he seen her at the party, but at one point, when he was coming out of the bathroom, Lucy had seen fit to grab him by the crook of his elbow and take him aside to smooth out his rumpled clothing, check his awareness, and advise him to drink some water and pop a few breath mints before kissing his girlfriend at midnight. It was only the latest of many instances where Bobby felt she was giving off strong mommy vibes.

“Lucky for you,” Miranda continued, “she helped me to recognize the fun part of having an adult baby I can control and play with however I want. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still gross, but now that I’ve gotten over the initial shock, I think I might be more inclined to laugh than to cringe next time I get to watch you pissing yourself.”

As she imagined what that future accident might look like, Miranda glanced down at Bobby’s crotch. Noticing this, and noticing her furrow her brow a second later, Bobby instinctively crossed his forearms over his lap, which only served to confirm what Miranda suspected.

“Bobby, is your diaper bulging more than it was last night? I didn’t get to see what it looks like under your pants before, but that seems kind of full.”

Fearing both her disgust and her laughter, Bobby whimpered, “No,” but immediately betrayed the lie by leaning forward in an effort to further conceal the evidence.

Miranda did not hesitate to reach out and start prying his hands away. “Are you sure?” she asked, insistently. “Why don’t you let me check?”

After a half-hearted struggle, and with his cheeks burning and his heart racing, Bobby relented and let his girlfriend take hold of his waistband.

“Let me just…” Miranda said. “Lift your butt up.”

Bobby pushed himself out of his chair long enough for her to yank his pants down his thighs, then settled back into the simultaneously comforting and humiliating squish of his sodden diaper. A moment later, the humiliation overtook the comfort as Miranda laid a hand over his crotch and gave a series of probing squeezes.

“Oh my god, this is completely soaked!” she exclaimed, before bursting out laughing.

Bobby tried to convince himself that laughter was the best reaction he could have hoped for, but it still cut through him like a knife and prompted him to once again bury his head in his hands.

Miranda pulled Billy’s pants the rest of the way off and discarded them with a flourish before grabbing his wrists and commanding, “No, don’t hide.” After forcing him to meet her eye, she declared, “This is the perfect proof of concept,” and kept hold of one wrist in order to drag him onto his feet and lead him back to the bedroom.

As he toddled behind her, legs forced apart by the wet padding, Miranda turned back to him and scolded, “I can’t believe you pissed yourself again already. Seriously, how did I never know that you were such a baby?”

“I had to go when I woke up but you wouldn’t let me,” Bobby whined.

“Oh my god, so what?” Miranda shot back. “Big boys can hold it for ten fucking minutes in the morning. And men are capable of telling their girlfriends, ‘No, you wait for me’.”

In the bedroom, Miranda physically positioned her baby boyfriend beside the bed and then pushed him down onto it. Consciously, Bobby knew that it wasn’t a sexual gesture, but his cock didn’t. The feeling of his nascent erection pressing against his wet diaper only intensified his embarrassment, as did the smell of last night’s pee, which faintly penetrated the covers to reach his nose.

Bobby was compelled to cover his face with his hands yet again, while lying back in the changing position, but Miranda was no more willing to tolerate the gesture this time, and so she leaned down to pull his hands away and pin them to the mattress on either side of his head. This, of course, did not diminish his arousal, and Bobby could only imagine how red his face became while he struggled to cope with his dread of how she would react if she opened his diaper to find that the entire situation was turning him on.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Miranda declared, her face only inches from his. “I’m going to change your diaper, and if I can do it without being completely grossed out, I’m going to call Lucy and tell her exactly why I was asking her about adult baby boys. I think she’ll be really interested, for more reasons than one.”

Miranda stood upright to take in the full image of her boyfriend lying on his back in just a shirt and wet diaper, flushed with embarrassment, before she went on:

“You know all those guys I mentioned I could have gone home with? Well, it turns out Lucy did go home with one of them. I got to hear all about it when we were chatting this morning. He sounded really hot, and apparently after they fucked, they started talking and my name came up.”

Miranda registered the curiosity in Bobby’s expression at the same time as she reached down to fondle the edges of the diaper, gearing herself up to un-tape it and reverse the process she’d so begrudgingly carried out the previous night.

“Yeah,” she said, “I guess he admitted that he’d been checking me out last night before he realized I was there with someone. I don’t know if she was just joking, but Lucy actually told me that she said he should have gone for it anyway, because she didn’t think you were man enough for me. What are the odds, huh?”

At that, Miranda began peeling off the tapes of Bobby’s diaper while she continued:

“Then she said something really interesting. I don’t know if she was still a little drunk from last night, but she let it slip that she’s been wanting to go to bed with me for a while, and she said the two of them discussed it, and they agreed that if they ever got the chance, they’d love to have a three-way with me.”

With all four tapes removed, Miranda left the diaper loosely covering Bobby’s groin and went on: “So now that I know you and I aren’t going to be fucking anymore, I think I’m going to take them up on that offer. But don’t worry. You can come, too. You’re just going to have to keep your diaper on.”

To drive the point home, she brought her hand down on the front of the one she had just removed, patting it several times and eliciting a shudder and a wince from her boyfriend when she made direct contact with his erection. Miranda raised her eyebrows in surprise and pulled the diaper open in a grand gesture to reveal his cock sticking straight up in the air.

Bobby found himself torn between the impulse to cover his face again and the impulse to masturbate, so instead he grabbed the bedcovers tightly in both fists and writhed in discomfort while his girlfriend stared down at his erection and chuckled.

“I was going to ask whether you’d be into that,” Miranda said, “but I guess I don’t have to. You fucking pervert, this is really turning you on, isn’t it? I don’t think I’ve seen you this hard in a long time.”

To Bobby, her tone came across as almost encouraging, which caused one impulse to win out over the other. Before he was even consciously aware of it, one of his hands reached for his cock to begin stroking, but before he could get started, Miranda slapped that hand away, grazing the head of his penis in the process.

“You already got to cum last night,” she cautioned. “We’re not doing that again.”

Bobby only moaned in response, while averting his eyes.

“Put your hands at your side and keep them there while I go and get you a fresh diaper,” Miranda commanded.

Bobby complied, but continued squirming on the bed as his libido battled his willpower. When Miranda was back in front of him, he dutifully lifted his ass off of the bed to let her remove the used diaper and replace it with the new one.

“Yeah, so I’m definitely going to call Lucy after this,” she said. “But first let’s get you taped up before you’re tempted to start touching yourself. I think we should keep you nice and wound up while we make our arrangements. That three-way is going to be incredible, and you’re going to be able to listen to every minute of it. Maybe while he’s taking turns with us, Lucy and I can take turns going into the other room to check your diaper. Do you think she’d want to change you? Do you think you could keep your hands to yourself if she did?”

Miranda carefully pressed the diaper down over her boyfriend’s erection and began taping it up with surprising adeptness. Bobby found himself still unable to muster any response to her inquiries other than a groan.

“Actually, I think maybe we’ll do it together,” Miranda said with note of inspiration. “I know I was probably supposed to wipe you down and put powder on you or something just now, but let’s be honest: you’re lucky I’m doing this for you at all. If you want me to do it right in the future, I’ll bet Lucy can show me the ropes. Maybe the three of us will even take a little shopping trip together, to get everything I’ll need.”

Miranda laid her hand over Bobby’s diapered erection to add emphasis to her next line: “Wouldn’t that be fun?”

Bobby shuddered in response, and Miranda withdrew her hand quickly.

“Oh my god, that thing’s ready to blow, isn’t it?”

Miranda paused to withdraw her phone and then said, “Okay, I’m going to go make that call now. You better think about baseball or something, ‘cause I don’t want to find jizz in that diaper when I come back. I think if Lucy does agree to change you later, I’ll let her decide what you should do to thank her, and I don’t want anything to be off the table because you couldn’t control yourself.”

Miranda raised her phone in front of her face, and Bobby assumed that she was searching her contacts to dial Lucy until he heard the click of her camera shutter. Bobby felt the cold prickling of newfound embarrassment as that sound was followed by the sound of an outgoing text message. After that, Miranda finally raised the phone to her ear and turned to leave the room.

“Lucy? Oh my god, you are not going to believe this…” she said, before her voice trailed away, leaving Bobby listening to his own breath catching in his throat while he tried not to cum, or to cry.

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"I'm gonna give you one more chance...

One night. That’s all i ask. Just make it one night without waking up in a wet diaper. Can you do that? Just go ONE night without pissing yourself. If you do, i’ll give you back your big boy underwear, and you’ll never have to wear diapers again! But if it comes morning time and your stars have disappeared, you can say bye bye to all of your chances of being treated like a real man. Bedwetters and pamper pissers don’t deserve to do big boy things. So just prove to me that you’re man. You can do it. I know you can!

Now just finish up your bottle. Yes, I know you’ve already had two, but I want to make sure you’re nice and hydrated before you go off to beddie byes! Why are you whimpering? Are you worried you can’t control yourself?”

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As you watch your "little sister" breastfeeding, you feel a tingle in your groin, which blends seamlessly with your jealousy over all the attention she's getting.

You're not desperate, but the feeling makes you very aware of your bladder, of how easy it is to release, and of how upset mommy gets when you do it without waiting until you're over the potty.

When you feel the warm wetness spreading over your thigh, you can't quite tell whether it was a conscious decision or a natural reflex, and even though your heart is racing from the knowledge of how much trouble you'll be in, you know that mommy will shift all her focus onto you at any second.

You stare down at the puddle that's begun forming at your feet, and you resolve to take the good with the bad. You'll practically have mommy's undivided attention, as long as sis doesn't decide to act out even more...

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Hey there! First i would like to say that i love your work! I recently found your blog again, and i saw this story called “what is mine is yours”

I really like that story and was wondering if you plan on making another chapter? 😇

I'll have two or three more chapters of this one coming, but to be honest, I'm still struggling to make Tumblr part of a regular routine again. Hopefully once I do, I'll actually be able to juggle a handful of different recurring characters and scenarios.

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"I can't believe my step-sister made the boy from the neighboring campsite pee himself. She always bullies the cute ones.

"I'm sure I saw him pouting and trudging this way down the trail. I want to make him feel better. Maybe if he just sees me in my pull-up and understands he's not the only big kid around here who still has accidents sometimes..."

Suns out, diaper bums out ☀️

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"Looks like the boy from the next campsite is trying to find a private place to relieve himself. Looks like he must have been putting it off, too. He can barely walk!

"If I get in his way, I wonder how long he'll let me talk to him before he admits he has to pee. Hee hee, I'm not leaving him alone until he does.

"Maybe he won't even admit it. Maybe he'll just stand there squirming, trying to pretend like nothing's wrong, until he's pissing in his pants!"

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– Billy, you’ve been drinking quite a lot of water. Are you sure you still don’t need a diaper change?

– [whispering] No…! And please, Jennifer, not so loud!

– Oh, you’re so cute, baby… But look, I’m gonna ask you again in half an hour. If I still get a ”no”, I will need to check your diaper. This is a really long flight, you know. We can’t let you have a rash.

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"No, I'm not going to stop blocking the bathroom, but maybe I can help you out. I hear it's easier for boys to hold it if they're hard. So why don't you just take a good look at these and try to think about something other than how much you have to pee.

"Considering you've already got your hand wrapped around the head of your dick, it's probably not going to take you long to get it all excited. Don't rub that thing too much, though. There's no point keeping control over your bladder if it means you just end up with a big cum stain on your pants instead."

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What's Mine Is Yours, Chapter 2

Continued from Chapter 1.

Meghan decided to wait a couple of minutes before following Billy to the bathroom. When she finally reached the door, she found it still standing wide open and figured that in his frantic effort to reach the toilet, he just hadn’t had time to think about giving himself any privacy. That was confirmed when she looked down and saw the tiny puddles he’d left just inside the doorway.

Meghan gripped the frame to steady herself as she carefully stepped over them and inside the room. There, her boyfriend slumped on the toilet, staring down at his sodden pants and underwear, hardly able to believe that he’d peed himself just because he’d gotten nervous over someone finding his diaper porn.

“So, I guess you didn’t make it, then?” Meghan asked while leaning back and planting her hands on the counter behind her, to casually survey the scene.

Billy just shook his head solemnly, without so much as looking up at her.

“Did you even get any of it in the toilet?”

Billy still said nothing, but planted his elbows on his thighs and cradled his head in his hands. Inwardly, he wondered what the point of the question was. She already knew that he’d peed his pants. It wouldn’t be any less embarrassing if he told her that he managed to pull his dick out and aim it into the bowl before his bladder was completely empty. In fact, talking about it in any way would only compound his embarrassment.

On some level, Billy just wished that Meghan would just get it over with and break up with him then and there, so he could cry in solitude while she went off to pack her things. But when he peered out behind his hands, she was still standing there and she appeared to be grinning.

“Billy, I gotta ask… Was this an accident?”

Thinking this question was even more pointless than the last, Billy found the motivation to tamp down his shame just enough to respond. He lowered his hands and kept eye contact with her, though it made his heart race all over again.

“Of course it was an accident! What do you mean? What else would it be?”

“I don’t know…” Meghan replied, nearly matching his defensiveness. “It’s just… you’ve got to admit it seems kind of related to what we were starting to talk about.”

“So… when were you going to tell me?” Meghan asked gently but firmly.

“Um… It’s just a little porn,” Billy answered, looking her in the eyes during the pause but away while he spoke. “I, um… I didn’t think I… like, had to tell you about it. And I didn’t, um… I didn’t want you to, like, um, look at me differently or whatever.”

“No…” Meghan said with a rising tone of condescension. “First of all, it wasn’t a little porn. But that’s not what I’m talking about. When were you going to tell me about your bladder problem?”

“Blad… Bladder problem?” Billy stammered. “I don’t really… Okay, I know I peed my pants, but…”

“Right in front of your girlfriend,” Meghan interjected. “And pretty much without warning.”

“I know…” Billy sighed, then returned his head to the cradle of his hands. “God…”

“It’s kind of crazy we’ve been living together for weeks and you managed to hide this from me the whole time,” Meghan observed.

“No, it’s not…” Billy looked up sheepishly. “I don’t actually have a bladder problem. This was just… a fluke?”

“A fluke?”

“Well, what happened was… I was gaming, and I hadn’t gone for a while, and… well, you surprised me, and…”

“You pissed yourself.”

Billy was taken aback by the flat tone of Meghan’s voice. It made it sound almost as if what had happened wasn’t shocking at all – as if it had been expected. Billy stared blankly at his girlfriend for a moment, just letting those words sink in before she continued.

“And you know who pisses themselves when they hold it for a little and then get a surprise? Boys with bladder problems.”

“I don’t have a bladder problem!” Billy exclaimed petulantly. “It was just because you made me feel like I was in trouble and I got too nervous.”

Meghan laughed sharply before affecting a sarcastic tone. “Oh, okay, Billy,” she said. “Whether you pee your pants because you’re nervous or because you just can’t hold it, you’re still peeing your pants. I would say that’s a problem, wouldn’t you?”

Billy bit his lip and let out a little whimper before responding in protest: “No, it isn’t, because this hasn’t happened before. It was just a random accident. Can we please forget it?”

“Oh, come on, Billy… I find that very hard to believe. Grown men don’t get scared and pee their pants just one time, without any underlying issues there. Are you really going to tell me that this has never happened before? Never?”

Billy winced and stared down at the water, then lifted his hand to his face and bit his thumb nail for a moment before replying: “Well… it hasn’t happened for a really long time.”

“What’s a really long time?” she asked before sharply adding, “Hey, look at me” and reaching her hand under his chin to direct his eyes up at hers. “What’s a really long time?”

When Billy didn’t respond immediately, Meghan began prompting him with some possible answers, pausing each time to confirm that she hadn’t yet hit the mark.

“Since grade school? High school? A few years? A few months?”

With each suggestion, Billy turned a deeper shade of red, and at the suggestion of a few months, tears began welling up behind his eyes again.

“Okay, so a few months,” Meghan said decisively. “And you think that means you don’t have a problem. Because you only pee your pants once every few months.”

“I don’t have a problem!” Billy whined in response.

“Then why would you hide your last accident from me? We were already dating a few months ago.”

“I didn’t hide it from you!” Billy protested. “I got a little drunk, I laughed a little too hard, and I had to change real quick. It wasn’t a big deal, and what was I supposed to do? Go out of my way and announce it to you?”

“I’m saying you could have warned me that it was something that was probably going to happen again.”

“Why? Obviously you would have just made fun of me.”

“Is that what I’m doing now? Making fun of you? Billy, I’m trying to help you! I’m just trying to get you to admit you have a problem so it doesn’t get any more embarrassing for you. And thinking back to what got us here, I’m wondering if maybe we can make this kind of fun for you.”

“What do you… What do you mean?” Billy asked. He wanted to convey the idea that it was crazy to even suggest that him going to the bathroom in his pants could be in any way fun, but that was made extremely difficult by his own sudden awareness of a different kind of pressure in his groin – the feeling of blood flow increasing to his penis, causing the first stirrings of an erection.

“Never mind,” Meghan said. “Let’s focus on getting you cleaned up for now.”

At that, she pushed herself off from the counter, navigated past the puddles, and retrieved a couple of towels. After placing one on the floor, she knelt before her boyfriend and reached for his waistband.

“What are you…” Billy began, and gently pushed her hands away, wary both of being treated like a child and of having his manhood revealed in its present, shameful state.

Meghan would have none of it. She pushed his hands away in return, much more decisively and hooked her fingers over both his pants and his underwear, then instructed him to lift his butt off of the toilet while she pulled them down his thighs.

Billy winced as his bare cheeks came in contact with the cold porcelain, and a smirk crept across Meghan’s lips. Billy was thankful that the shock seemed to impede the growth of his erection, at least for the moment, and he quickly cupped both hands over his genitals, thus granting his girlfriend all power to undress him.

This she did by next instructing him to lift one foot and then the other, while she worked the sticky wet fabric over them. Billy’s pants fell to the floor with a heavy thwack, but as if to reinforce his embarrassment once again, Meghan then made a point of picking them up, pulling the legs back out to their full length, and holding them up so the wetness was on full display.

“Wow, you really soaked these things,” she declared. “You really were holding it the whole time you were playing your little game, weren’t you?”

Billy said nothing, but felt a warmth rising in his cheeks while he watched his girlfriend rise from the floor, still holding his pee-stained pants and underwear.

Meghan shocked him then by going so far as to lift the garments to his face and position her nose within an inch of the crotch. Billy also shocked himself by instantly becoming much more aroused as he watched.

“Doesn’t smell too bad,” she remarked, sounding almost impressed. “I guess you’re staying well hydrated. That’s always good, though I guess in your case, it comes with a bit of a risk.”

Meghan punctuated her commentary with a wink, which made Billy’s face feel warmer still. His cheeks and his dick seemed to be playing a tug off war with his blood flow, leaving his brain on the sidelines and making him feel dizzy.

Meghan folded Billy’s pants twice and draped them over the edge of the sink, then stood close to him and sweetly commanded, “Arms up.”

Billy didn’t want to be babied any more than he already had been, and he especially didn’t want to uncover his crotch in front of her, and so he tried to protest that he could finish undressing and wash himself. But he got no further than, “I can…” before Meghan silenced him by simply raising a finger to her lips. It was all that was needed, and Billy resolved to finding a way to comply without further embarrassing himself.

As subtly as he could, he pushed his semi-erect penis down and pressed his thighs together, trapping it, before he lifted both arms over his head as instructed. Meghan seemed to remain focused on the task at hand, and once she had pulled his shirt over his head, Billy let his hands casually return to his crotch.

His own nudity made Billy feel half his actual size while his girlfriend stood over him, but he remained sitting patiently while she started the bathtub faucet running and wiggled her fingers under the stream to test its temperature. He was surprised when instead of flipping the switch to redirect the water toward the showerhead, she lowered the plug into the drain to begin filling the tub, but he didn’t question it and only paused to look at her for a moment when she ordered him to get in.

Billy made a concerted effort to remain hunched over, hiding his genitals from view as much as possible, when he shifted from the toilet to the tub. There, he crossed his hands over his crotch and looked up at his girlfriend, feeling smaller still as he waited for her next instruction.

Of course, Billy hoped that he would be left alone to wash himself, but he was not surprised when Meghan remained there, kneeling beside the tub. Under those circumstances, he was actually grateful when, without a word of explanation, she began lathering a sponge and set about bathing him herself, since it allowed him to remain focused on hiding his shame. At least, he was grateful until he realized that the tender physical contact was only causing his penis to stiffen more. Of course it was.

His efforts to conceal it went relatively unnoticed at first, as Meghan began by washing his hair and then worked his way down. He even relaxed enough to leave only one hand covering his groin, while the other periodically migrated to his mouth so he could bite the end of his thumbnail, sometimes letting it slip in further, until the cuticle was resting on his bottom front teeth.

The gesture lulled him into a sense of comfort which almost made him forget his anxiety over the misplaced erection. He still knew it was wrong, but he struggled to prevent his fingers from gently rubbing and kneading his member.

After Meghan’s hands moved beneath the water in order to focus on washing his lower half, Billy yanked his hand back away from his mouth and returned it to his crotch in response to a sudden inquiry: “Billy, why are you holding yourself again? Do you already have to go pee again?”

“Then move your hand.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s weird! Big boys don’t just sit around with their cocks in their hands.”

“I don’t want you to see, though. It’s not fair. I’m sitting here naked and you’re still dressed. That’s weird.”

Meghan dramatically rolled her eyes before shooting back: “Do I need to remind you of why that is? Here…” She stood up and retrieved Billy’s pants from the sink, then held them up with the wet spot on full display. “My clothes aren’t soaked in pee. You pissed your fucking pants like a child, and now you’re getting a bath like a child, from me, a grown-up. I don’t think fairness has anything to do with it.”

In the presence of his girlfriend’s mounting aggression, Billy felt as if every part of him was shrinking except for the part that mattered the most. He could feel his penis swelling beneath his hands, so much so that he felt compelled to press down on it for fear of it breaking the surface of the water. But that only made it more difficult for him to ignore the intensifying impulse to squeeze and rub it and encourage it to keep growing, even as he silently begged for it to stop.

He tried his best to walk the line between indulging that impulse and keeping his secret, by limiting himself to only small movements of his fingertips on the underside of the shaft. Of course, it was not subtle enough to avoid catching Meghan’s attention, and it quickly brought her patience to an end.

“Stop fucking touching yourself!” she commanded. And without giving Billy an opportunity to comply, she lunged forward and seized one of his forearms to forcefully guide it away from his crotch.

A moment later, Meghan backed away and settled onto the toilet, halting the bath but visibly allowing her frustration to defuse. Billy returned his hand to his crotch but summoned all his willpower to avoid rubbing it anymore, for now.

“Well…” Meghan said in a much smoother tone than before. “I guess that is something that big boys do. So this is really turning you on, huh?”

“No!” Billy instinctively protested, before immediately thinking better of it. “I mean, kinda… I don’t know!”

Meghan leaned forward and placed her hands on the edge of the tub, then guided herself closer to her boyfriend, with a predatory air.

“All those girls in diapers on your computer…” she whispered. “But you knew that really, you’re the one who belongs in diapers.”

“No, I…” Billy wanted to protest, but he couldn’t even think. His girlfriend’s breathy pronouncements seemed to be burrowing into his mind, making everything cloudy and warm.

“You’re so pathetic,” Meghan went on. “You can’t even keep your pants dry, and you like it.”

“I’m sorry,” Billy whispered back, no longer able to do anything other than affirm each thing she said.

If he had any resistance left, it departed in the next moment, when Meghan once again reached beneath the water, moved Billy’s hands aside, and used her own to begin slowly and firmly stroking his cock.

“You thought you were turned on just looking at those diaper girls, but really, you were jealous,” she continued whispering. “You were jealous because you knew it was only a matter of time before you peed your pants, and you weren’t going to have any protection. Maybe you secretly wanted to pee your pants, wanted someone to tell you that you need to wear diapers so it doesn’t happen again.”

“Oh god…” Billy moaned with his eyes closed, the pleasure of his girlfriend’s touch blending seamlessly with the shame of her dialogue.

“Are you sure it was an accident when you peed your pants?”

“It was an accident.”

“Because you’re a little pants wetter, aren’t you?”

“I had to go. I couldn’t hold it.”

“A nervous little pants wetter, with a lot of naughty secrets.”

“I’m sorry… I didn’t want you to be mad at me.”

“You got scared because you thought mommy might punish you, didn’t you?”

“I was so scared, mommy.”

“And that’s why you peed your pants?”

“Yes, mommy.”

“Is this why you like girls in diapers? Because you think it brings them down to your level? You’re so pathetic and scared, so intimidated, but you just can’t help wonder what it would be like if the shoe was on the other foot, can you?”

Meghan tightened her grip and increased the pace of her stroking as she encouraged the fantasy.

“You want to see me debase myself, you little pants wetter? You think you could take charge? You think I’d be easier to handle if I let myself be pathetic like you? Well, I’m not going to do that.”

Meghan paused to gauge Billy’s proximity to climax, then changed her grip and committed to pushing him over the edge.

“At least not until you’ve earned it,” she concluded.

Billy’s orgasm arrived with the period at the end of the sentence. His hips bucked strongly enough for his entire penis to surface from the water and his load nearly hit the ceiling before splashing down into the tub, where Billy would lay for a long moment afterward, contemplating everything his girlfriend had just discovered, and revealed.

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What's Mine Is Yours, Chapter 1

Billy jumped in surprise when his girlfriend tapped him on his shoulder. She spoke his name just loud enough for him to hear it through his gaming headphones, and as he reached to take them off, he chuckled at his own overreaction. Meghan had only moved in a couple of weeks earlier, and clearly, he hadn’t yet gotten used to the idea that she might walk in on him anytime while he was on his computer.

When he turned to look at her, she was holding her palms out in a gesture of apology and sheepishly explaining that she hadn’t meant to startle him. Billy only got his headphones off in time to hear the last couple words of that, and he still had one eye on the screen and one on her as she continued: “I know you’re in the middle of a game, but do you think we could talk for a couple minutes? I wasn’t sure whether I should interrupt you when you were on the computer, but honestly, it might make this easier.”

“Make what easier?” Billy asked, now turning in his chair to make it clear she had his full attention, through the game remained on just behind him.

“So it’s okay?” Meghan clarified. “Okay. Hold on a second, let me…” Trailing off, she turned to retrieve a chair of her own and dragged it closer to her boyfriend’s, then sat down so she was positioned directly in front of him, about two feet away.

The seating arrangement gave the impression of a job interview or a performance evaluation and Billy nearly jumped again at the thought that this was going to be a conversation with that level of seriousness. He wasn’t prepared for it, but instantly realized that he should have known having a live-in girlfriend would come with the threat of such an ambush.

When Meghan leaned forward and locked eyes with him, Billy thought for a brief moment that he might actually not have a girlfriend at all anymore – that it was going to be that kind of conversation. As if sensing this, Meghan adopted a gentle tone to start out, and told him, “First of all, I want you to know that I love you, and that’s why I’m bringing this up. I’m not mad at you.”

“Okay…?” Billy replied hesitantly. It didn’t seem like he would be getting back to his game any time soon, so he took advantage of the pause to turn back to his computer and close out of it. The instant his brain sent the message for his finger to click the mouse, he realized he was forgetting something, so when the game disappeared, he had to rush as fast as humanly possible to close out of the other thing he had been looking at, too.

Billy’s heart skipped a beat as he did so and, as often happened to him in situations of sudden panic or nerves, an intense but fleeting pressure moved through his groin. He turned back to his girlfriend as casually as he could, and finding that her face betrayed neither shock nor disgust, permitted himself to believe that she hadn’t seen it after all.

“So, what is it, then?” he asked.

“Okay, so, I know we never really discussed ground rules or boundaries after moving in together. That’s partly on me. I wasn���t trying to overstep, or anything…”

“That’s okay, babe,” Billy interjected, sounding perhaps a little too cheerful as he tried to compensate for the shame that had come upon him. “I love you, too, and as far as I’m concerned, anything that’s mine is yours.” He was a little bit surprised when this didn’t elicit the smile he was expecting. If anything, it made Meghan look more severe than when she first sat down.

“I’m glad you feel that way,” she said. “Because I was in here the other day, and I didn’t have my laptop with me, and… Well, I wanted to check back on something that you had showed me earlier, anyway, so I hopped on yours… because I needed the browsing history…”

Billy could feel his eyes going wide, but he immediately moved to correct his reflex and maintain a neutral expression. He could, of course, see where this was going and that there would be no easy way out of this little talk, but in that moment, every fiber of his being was telling him, “Deny everything.”

“Okay…?” Billy said again, this time consciously affecting hesitance in an effort to imply that he really had no idea what she was getting at.

“Like I said, I’m not mad,” Meghan continued. “I’m not one of those girls who thinks it’s cheating if you look at porn. But… I was surprised, to say the least, by the kind of porn you were looking at. And I guess… I guess I’m just wondering when you were planning to tell me that that was something you were into. ‘Cause by the looks of it, you’re way into it.”

Billy forced himself to laugh. “What are you talking about, babe? I wasn’t even looking at porn.”

Meghan cocked her head to the side in dramatic fashion and cast her boyfriend a withering glance which triggered enough of his nerves elicit another momentary flash of pressure in his groin. This time, he even felt compelled to press his thighs together in response to it, and it suddenly occurred to Billy that he probably should have taken a bathroom break at some point during his game.

“Are you really going to try to deny this?” Meghan demanded.

“Deny what? What is it you think I’m into? I don’t know why there would be anything weird on the computer.”

“So you’re going to make me say it?”

“Say what?” Billy said. Though he earnestly tried to sound confused and ignorant, he had virtually no idea what outcome he hoped to reach this way. It wasn’t as if she was going to turn around and reveal that she hadn’t really checked the browser history at all and was only testing him. But maybe if he kept up the performance, she would decide to just drop it and forget the whole thing.

That hope was dashed when, after only the briefest of pauses, Meghan said, firmly and directly: “Diapers.”

Billy tried to force himself to laugh again, but this time it came out as a weak cough, which prompted him to swallow heavily before he could repeat the word back, with a much less convincing tone of confusion. “Diapers?”

“Yeah, diapers,” she said even more firmly, nodding slowly while looking at him with wide eyes, as one might do to congratulate a child who just successfully added two plus two. “I’m guessing you remember looking at a whole bunch of pictures and videos of girls in diapers?”

Her directness, however, was not enough overcome those boyish instincts which still told Billy to deny everything.

“No, I don’t know what you’re talking about, babe. Girls in diapers? Is that even a kind of porn?”

Meghan frowned and shook her head in disappointment, almost unable to believe that her boyfriend was trying to gaslight her about something so unmistakable and undeniable. “Well, why don’t you just pull it back up, if you don’t know. I’m sure its still in the history.”

Billy could feel himself being backed into a corner. His lips parted several times in an effort to speak, before he finally mustered: “Well, if you really want me to check… But, like, if there’s any, um, porn there, then, um, I didn’t… It wasn’t…”

“It wasn’t you that looked it up? Is that what you’re trying to say? What, then? Are you going to say I did it? And now I’m blaming it on you? Do you think I was sleep-wanking, or something?”

“Well, I don’t…” Billy shifted uncomfortably in his chair, giving his girlfriend an opening to interrupt whatever he was going to say.

“Or do you think someone broke in just to look at diaper porn and then leave without taking anything?” Meghan mocked. “Why? Did the burglar just want to hide it from his girlfriend?”

“Meghan, I don’t… Um, I’m not…” Billy shifted in his chair again, this time pushing himself off of the armrests and stretching his spine upward while leaning to the side.

“Just tell me that you were looking at diaper porn and then we can talk about it like two open-minded adults.”

The impulse toward denial lingered, but his strategy adjusted toward silence. His gaze fell down to around his girlfriend’s lap, and after a moment, he unconsciously raised a loosely held fist to his mouth and began gently nibbling on his thumb nail. As soon as he realized he was doing it, Billy forced himself to stop and lowered his hand while pretending that he had just been getting rid of a hangnail.

“Billy, no one else has been on your computer. Definitely not in the last couple of days. It’s either you or me, and it’s not me. Are you really going to pretend that there isn’t tons of diaper porn in your search history? Are you going to force me to reach over there and pull it up myself? I know the stuff I saw yesterday is still in there. And you know how I know? Because you were fucking looking at it again, while you were gaming!”

Billy’s gaze snapped back up to Meghan’s face, and she looked at him even more intensely than before to say: “Yeah. You didn’t think I saw that before you closed it out, did you? I just didn’t want to embarrass you any more than I knew you were already going to be.”

Billy could feel his face burning with shame, and tears welling up behind his eyes. He also felt the same rush of pressure to his groin as before, only this time it was not as fleeting. He only had a fraction of a second to consciously recognize what that indicated before he received a reminder in another form.

He pulled his abdomen inward and focused on squeezing closed the sphincter of his bladder, but a droplet of urine dampened his underpants, which seemed to encourage his tears to try breaking the surface as well. He could see that his girlfriend recognized the turn in his demeanor, and he hoped that she interpreted it only as a response to the embarrassment she knew he was feeling, and not to the even worse embarrassment that she wasn’t yet aware of.

As casually and inconspicuously as he could, Billy moved his hand into his lap. He was fairly certain that the moisture he felt on the tip of his penis was far too slight to pose any risk of soaking through his pants, but he wasn’t taking anything for granted. Billy didn’t think there was any realistic chance of him actually peeing in his pants, but then again, he was only beginning to really feel the effects of his anxiety, and the conversation with his girlfriend was still not over.

His strategy of denial had clearly failed. Now his strategy was to flee. But no sooner had Billy planted his feet on the ground in an effort to rise and walk into the bathroom, than Meghan leaned forward and placed her hand on his thigh, directing him to sit back down. “We’re not done yet,” she declared, sternly.

Billy sank deeply into his chair as the words took their effect. The latest surge of pressure came down on his groin like a fist. His entire body tensed momentarily as his sphincter twitched and permitted a one-second spurt of pee to exit his bladder and re-moisten his underwear. At that, he was no longer confident that it didn’t show through on his pants. Billy repositioned his hand to make sure it was covering the likeliest location of any wet spot. He dared not look down.

Unfortunately for him, the same could not be said of his girlfriend. Her eyes were quickly drawn toward his lap specifically because she noticed the twitch of his entire body was immediately followed by the movement of his hand. She cocked her head to the side again, scrutinizing his crotch for long enough to make Billy so uncomfortable that he had to press down on the head of his penis to stop another leak. In doing so, he confirmed that there was a wet spot noticeable by touch, and thus probably also by sight, on his crotch.

Eventually, Meghan looked up and met Billy’s eyes, then stared intensely into them, which didn’t help matters for him. Now he found that he couldn’t hold off the surges of pressure in his crotch without firmly squeezing the head of his penis. His changing grip drew Meghan’s attention back down, and then her eyes flicked back and forth between his lap where he was hiding moisture under his hand, and his face where there now was moisture clearly showing in his eyes.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t… I have to…” Billy faltered. His legs jiggled in time to his hand’s kneading of his crotch.

“Billy,” Meghan said firmly. “Would you please move your hand?”

“Uh… why?” Billy asked, uselessly.

“Billy, why are you holding your crotch? Do you have to go potty?”

Billy whimpered, then winced at the sound of his own whimper.

“William James Steadman, if you need a tinkle, you better tell me right this instant.”

Billy couldn’t bring himself to react one way or another. But the last thing he wanted was for Meghan to think he was deliberately ignoring her, so he made a point of raising his eyes to meet hers at last, while a single tear snaked its way down his cheek.

“Billy, tell me the truth. Are you going pee-pee in your pants?” she asked in a tone that sounded equal parts accusatory and genuinely concerned.

No sooner had she completed the inquiry than a pee stain began to blossom from beneath his hand. Billy squeezed his eyes tightly shut but could clearly hear the cascade of sounds produced by his girlfriend leaping up and pushing back her chair.

“Billy!”

In the tone Meghan produced, his name was all that was needed to make him understand that whatever truthfulness and whatever obedience she required, he would give it to her from now on.

“Oh my god, go to the bathroom!” she exclaimed and stood aside to clear a path so he could try outrunning the stain’s spread down the front of his pants, heading for the only bathroom in the apartment they now shared.

[lostcontrolfreak]

"I know a place nearby that's usually packed with hot girls around this time. Why don't we go there and see how long it takes for them to notice and start gathering around to shame you for it. Then we can start taking bets on which will happen first: you cumming in your pants or getting so worked up by all the attention that you start pissing yourself. Either way, we'll make sure you end up doing both before we're done with you."

[lostcontrolfreak]

I sure do love it when kink and historical literacy overlap.

“if you keep throwing a tantrum everytime I change you into a diaper then you're clearly not not mature enough to go out without one”