Chapter 4

“I have to admit, I don’t really understand the diaper thing.” Max said.

Every day when he got home, it was the same routine. He’d grab a beer from the fridge, plop down on the couch, and tell me to ‘go get dressed’. Almost every skimpy outfit I have probably has a little bit of his cum on it now.

Today, I decided on one of my more infantile outfits. It was a frilly, pink and white dress with a little rubber ducky stitched across the chest. I wore white thigh-highs with pink bows, but decided to skip the bonnett and the diaper, since we had yet to broach the subject. But, apparently, today was the day.

“Well, to be honest, I don’t really understand it either…” I say. “I’ve just always had some weird attraction to..d-diapers.”  I’ve never talked about diapers with anyone in real life, so just saying these things out loud is very new to me. Hell, just saying the word ‘diaper’ out loud is weird to me.

“You’re not a ]ped0phyle] are you?” He asks.

I roll my eyes at that one, tired of having to explain this to people. Any time the topic of ABDL is brought up on the internet by people outside of the kink, it immediately devolves to ignorant people accusing us of [ped0phi1ia]. Max didn’t seem judgemental about it, though. Just curious.

“No, not at all.” I say, trying to find the words.  “You have to think of the diaper as just an object—like any other—that I have this strange affinity for. For some people, it’s for comfort and security, for others it’s a necessity due to medical issues that may have become fetishized, some use it as an escape from the stresses of the adult world. For me, it’s about…humiliation.”

He considers that for a minute. I can see the gears working as he absorbs what I’m saying. But after a bit of silence, I continue, as if explaining to myself as much as to him.

“It’s the same with the sissy stuff. I don’t want to be a woman, or trans, or anything like that. The same way I don’t want to be a baby, or do anything with them or whatever, It’s just a way to degrade me. Having to wear things that make me feel like less of a man because—“

“Because you’re not much of a man to begin with.” He finished for me, nodding as if it was all starting to make sense. “That explains all the crinkling noises I’d hear coming from your room at night.”

I blush. “You heard that?”

He laughs heartily, “oh yea. You’re not exactly the quietest, and you make some…interesting sounds,when you’re horny.”

I can’t help but feel embarrassed, even though he’s probably seen me in a much hornier and vulnerable state.

“Go get one.” He says.

“What?”

“You heard me. Go get one.”

I want to ask him to clarify what ‘one’ he’s talking about, but I’m pretty sure I know and I don’t want to miss my opportunity. I hustle into my room, probably a little too fast, and dig in my closet. I actually have to go back pretty far to get them. I haven’t worn one since the day he caught me. When he’s gone during the day, I’ve been mostly masturbating in panties, thinking about all the things he’d likely do to me when he got home. I probably set a new record for the number of times I made myself orgasm this week.

Just the feel of the padding in my hand is enough to get me going again. I take a quick sniff before heading back into the living room to present it to Max.

“Wow!” He exclaims, sitting up with interest. He holds his hand out, which I assume means he wants me to give him the diaper, which I do, and get down on my knees in front of him as I’m accustomed to do when I’m dressed in this…state.

“It’s huge!” he says, turning it over, running his hand across it, looking it up and down like it’s a lost treasure. “Where do you get these things?”

“Online…” I squeak, a bit embarrassed now that he’s holding the thing that turns me into putty.

“Well I figured you didn’t get this from Walgreens. I don’t think they make adult diapers for 80-year-olds that have pictures of cartoon bunnies on them.” He laughs at his own joke, “I meant what type of site?”

“There’s special ABDL ones, but you can also get some on Amazon.”

“Really? It’s that common?”

“Oh yea. There are dozens of us. Dozens!” I giggle.

He continues to look it over, back and forth, mystified. Opening it up to see just how far it stretches, before tossing it into my face.

“Put it on.”

“Huh?”

“Stop saying that.” He growls. “I don’t like to repeat myself. Put. It. On.”

I gulp, feeling my heart flutter and my breath quickening. I open up the diaper, fluffing it a bit, but not as much as I usually would. I don’t want him growing impatient.

I lay it down on the ground and then awkwardly roll myself on top of it. The crinkling makes me tingly, I lift my skirt and reposition myself properly.

“Looks like you’re happy already.” He muses, eyeing my erection poking prominently through my panties.

I blush at how much precum I’ve already produced. The panties are already soaked as I pull them off, tossing them to the side. I was kind of hoping he would be the one to diaper me, but I don’t want to push my luck. Instead, I do a little abdominal crunch and pull the front of the diaper over my throbbing erection. It takes me several attempts of bouncing and scooting to get it in the right position before I tape it down snugly.

When it’s done, I sit up onto the padded bottom, and wait for his next instruction.

He doesn’t say anything for a while, just looks down at me, smirking, taking it all in. “So that’s it, huh?” he finally says.

I shrug non-chalantly, trying to hide my excitement. “Yea I guess…”

“So watta you do now?” He asks, “Do you…use them?”

I can feel my cheeks burning as I stare at the floor. “I uh…y-Yes…”

“Haha I’m just kidding, I know.” He bursts out laughing, “I smelled the stink bomb you had in your room that day, if it weren’t for that, I probably wouldn’t have even looked in there!”

I’m not sure what to say to that. I’m not even sure if I'm thankful he found/smelled that diaper, or if I was better off keeping it all a secret.

“Well I’d rather you not shit yourself in front of me.” He says, his tone turning more serious. “I know you call me ‘Daddy’ in the bedroom, but I’m not sure I'm comfortable with the whole ‘diaper Daddy’ thing yet.”

I nod, understanding completely, but the word ‘yet’ still gives me a weird glimmer of hope.

“So what else do you do?” He asks.

“Watta you mean?”

“Well, I imagine you don’t just put them on to piss and shit in them so you can take them off…right? You do it to get some…enjoyment out of them, right? Or am I misunderstanding?”

“No…I…yes. I masturbate in them, if that’s what you’re asking…”

He nods, sitting back on the couch again. “How?”

“What?”

“Stop making me repeat myself. I said ‘how’. As in, how do you masturbate if you can’t really reach in there?”

“Oh,” I say, understanding what he’s asking now, “I just…rub the front of it like this…” I shrug, putting my palm on the front of the diaper and kneading the padding where my penis is, it gets me a little worked up, so I stop rather quickly. “Or, sometimes I’ll…” I trail off, embarrassed.

“You’ll…what?”

“I’ll…hump the floor.”

He looks at me for several seconds, as if waiting for me to say ‘just kidding’. But when I don’t, he bursts into laughter again. “You’re kidding!”

The burning of my cheeks must be a sufficient answer for him, because he laughs even harder.

“You have to show me.”

I cringe inwardly, my heart rate quickening. Suddenly the shame washes over me.

Max’s smile evaporates. He crooks an eyebrow and gives me a look that says ‘are you going to make me tell you again?’

I exhale deeply, then clench my eyes tightly together as I reposition myself on the floor.

I can smell his feet in front of me, I open my eyes back up to see them staring me in the face. I lay my arms down flat, then spread my legs so the diaper comes in direct contact with the floor. I stay there for a second, trying to get my bearings.

“Go on…” he says encouragingly.

I heave a deep sigh, closing my eyes as if to block out the shame, then start wiggling back and forth. Only the sound of the diaper crinkling fills the room. I’m overly sensitive to it, like it’s broadcasting my embarrassment to the whole house.

My dick doesn’t seem to mind, though. It’s having a nice little time stiffening in the diaper as I roll it like a log along the floor. Soft whimpers escape my lips before I bite them down.

“Don’t quiet yourself,” he says, “I want to hear you.”

There’s a chuckle hiding beneath his voice, I can tell he’s amused, but perhaps a little turned on too? Or, at least, I hope he is. Otherwise this might be the most degrading thing I’ve ever done.

I don’t hold back though, letting my pathetic little moans escape as I become more and more flustered.

“Kiss my feet.” He orders, wriggling his toes in front of my face.

I do. I’ve never been much into feet, but I plant desperate kisses all over them. Licking between his toes, eventually sucking on his big one like it were a binky or a…

“I’m gonna cum!” I whimper as I drive my hips into the floor, “Can I cum, Daddy?”

“No.” He says firmly. Pulling his foot from my face and sitting upright. “Stand up.”

I whine pathetically as I climb off the floor, forcing my hands to my sides to keep myself from desperately finishing myself off.

He waits patiently in silence with a smirk on his face until my nerves calm down.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” he asks.

I nod feebly.

“Put your thumb in your mouth.” He says, “If you’re going to dress like a baby, you might as well play the part.”

I do so immediately, appeasing my oral fixation. He’s right though, it does help me regress even further.

“Did you like humping your little Pampers?” he asks condescendingly.

“Yes Daddy,” I nod and say around my thumb.

“I’d say so. You certainly sounded like you were enjoying yourself. Do you enjoy it more than pussy?”

I’m a little more hesitant now. I have to stop and think of the answer, even though I’m sure I know it already. “Yes Daddy…”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes I enjoyed…I enjoy…it over p-pussy…”

He smiles triumphantly, like he just managed to make me spill my deepest darkest secret. Then an idea seems to form in his head. He glances around the couch until he finds what he’s looking for, his face glimmers as he picks it up. My phone.

He clicks the camera on. I know that because the light beams into my face.

“Tell me.” He says, tapping a button I imagine is ‘record’. “Tell me you enjoy pampers over pussy.”

My thumb falls from my mouth in disbelief.

“What?” he says in mild surprise. “You said you like to be degraded…”

I spent the next 5 minutes edging myself by rubbing the front of my diaper and desperately telling Max and the camera how much I prefer the feeling of wet pampers over wet pussy. Thankfully, it’s on my phone, so I don’t have to worry about it being sent to the wrong person. Plus, I can use it later if I want to watch it for viewing pleasure while I–

“It’s my turn.” He says, unzipping his fly.

I know what that means by now. Not that it’s all too ambiguous. I drop to my knees in front of him and eagerly put my lips around his cock.

“The real question is, do you prefer pampers over penis?” he laughs.

Luckily, he doesn’t make me answer, and I try to keep that from happening by burying his dick down my throat. Or does that do the answering for me?

There’s a buzzing coming from the cushions. Does he have a buttplug in? No, that would be silly. It’s just his phone.

No wait.

It’s my phone.

“It’s Zoey,” he says with a smirk, showing me the screen.

My heart sinks. A mixture of fear and guilt courses through my veins. “I’ll call her back later,” I say around his cock.

But he’s already hit ‘accept’, and puts it on speaker, holding it out in front of me.

It’s quiet for a bit as I recover from the shock. He looks at me expectantly. I snap back to reality, “Uh..h-hello?” I say, pulling Max’s cock from my mouth, praying that it didn’t make a plop sound.

“You won’t believe what I just found!” Zoey’s sweet, excited voice comes through the speaker.

“What?” I say, right before Max pulls me back on his cock. Making me continue to suck. I try to pull back, but he keeps me firm. I’m worried she’ll hear the slurping.

“A leatherbound, SIGNED, first edition version of Song of Achilles!!!” she shrieks.

“That’s amazing!” I exclaim, a little too daintily. I’m not sure if it’s from feeling feminine with a dick in my hand and mouth, or if it’s because I’m genuinely excited. Zoey and I have always shared a love for books. It’s actually how we met. We both reached for the same copy of A Court of Thorns and Roses at the bookstore. Not that I was actually going to read it, that series is not for me at all, but she was so pretty and seemed to light up the already bright room, I just had to talk to her. We spent the next several hours comparing our favorites over coffee and the rest is history.

“I got it for you to add to your bookshelf!” she says.

I’m so taken aback that my lips audibly smack off of Max’s cock.

“You got it for me?” I ask incredulously.

“Of course!” she says, “I know it’s one of your favorites!”

The pang of guilt plunges into me like a dagger. “That’s…really sweet.”

“Oh please…you do sweet things for me all the time!”

I’m not sure if that’s true, but I definitely need to do a better job, as I ironically give a blowjob to my roommate…

“I’ll be over in a bit to drop it off.”

I have to force my head away from Max’s hand pushing me down on his dick. “Wait, you’re coming over now?!”

“Is that okay?”

I feel more than a little guilty. I can’t say no after such a sweet gesture. “I…uh…absolutely! Can’t wait!”

“Okay,” I can hear her smiling even through the phone. “I’ll be there in 15!”

The tone clicks off. I look up at Max, who is still smiling. “I guess you have 15 minutes to finish me and get changed.”