"Oh, Um… What Was That? You're With Who?"

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Zach’s New Life, Chapter 1: The Proposition

CW: ABDL, MDLB, Threesome dynamic, light cucking

Despite being able to sleep in, my body’s internal clock woke me up at eight. I really did try to sleep in, so that I would have some sort of silver lining to loosing my job. I groaned as I lazily bounced myself off my air mattress. My hardwood apartment floor was mostly barren besides the air mattress, an old TV that I took from my parents, and two envelopes that sat at the feet of my door. One red, one white. The red one was anticipated but still disappointing, but the white one was elusively intriguing. I opened the red envelope and found exactly what I expected to find:

Mr. Zach Slider,

We regret to inform you that your monthly rent payment is now late. This marks the third consecutive month you have missed rent. As per Desperado Apartment management policy, you will be evicted. Please be ready to move out within the next ten business days.

Regards, management

I ripped the letter in two in a fit of frustration. The paper shreds floated to the floor where the white envelope sat. I glanced down towards it and was shocked out of my frustration. The first line of the return address held a familiar name: Claire Elise. The same Claire Elise that used to be my girlfriend. The same Claire Elise that discovered that she was, in fact, gay two years into our relationship. We were friendly, but didn’t exactly do a great job keeping in touch besides a few birthday texts and other miscellaneous minor exchanges. All the more reason why this correspondence was strange.

I tentatively scooped the envelope up, and carefully opened it; there were two paper notes inside. One was a thick blue card with large, machine-printed bubble letters that read, “It’s Birthday Time, and You’re invited! 🥳🎉”

The second piece of paper was a piece of stationary paper swimming with beautiful handwritten cursive, Claire’s beautiful handwritten cursive:

Dear Zach,

I hope you’re doing well, but I’ve heard through the grapevine that you’ve fallen on some hard times. With that in mind, my girlfriend and I have a very special proposition for you that I think you’ll find interesting. I’d love to see you at my birthday party, so that we can catch up and discuss! Between loosing your job and getting kicked out of your parents’ house, I’m sure cash is tight, so we’ll reimburse you for the road trip to our house. I hope to see you soon!

Love, Claire.

That note was strange for a couple of reasons: firstly, I knew her girlfriend. Her name was Lucy, and I was actually the one who introduced them in an ironic twist of fate’s knife. Second, Lucy and Claire must be doing well for themselves if they were offering to pay my way; I knew they made good money from their respective professions and investments, but still. I wasn’t sure if I should be insulted or grateful. Finally, Claire signed the letter “Love”. She hadn’t used that word in regards to me in at least a year and a half. Also, why was Claire being so vague about this proposition? A part of me wanted to ignore the letter, but I knew I couldn’t; I had already opened my phone to text Claire to let her know that I’d be there.

She responded almost immediately: “Awesome! No need to bring a gift btw”

The party was in a day, so I packed my TV and my deflated air mattress into my car, prepared to live out of my car for a few days. The road trip was only three hours, but the gas money was greatly appreciated. With some good music and some even better vibes, I found myself on Claire and Lacy’s doorstep in no time.

I took a deep breath to steady my nerves before I knocked. I knocked timidly. At first, I thought no one heard me, so I was about to knock again. Before I could, I heard Claire’s voice, “coming!”

The door swung open. Claire stood before me, wearing a gorgeous blue sparkling dress that complimented her dark brunette hair. Her crystal blue eyes regarded me with surprise at first. For a split second, I began to sweat with anxiety. Was that note somehow a mistake? Was I not supposed to be here? Before I could continue contemplating, Claire regained some semblance of composure, “Zach!” She pulled me into a hug, “I’m so glad you came! And you’re early.”

I could feel Claire’s full bodied curves, curves that I used to routinely explore in the dead of night. I cautiously returned her embrace, “yea sorry about that, but there wasn’t a time on my invitation.”

“Oh, sorry about that sweetie, I must’ve—“

“Who is it, honey?” Before she could finish, Lucy sauntered down the stairs to interrupt.

Before Claire could respond, Lucy answered her own question: “Oh it’s the little guy who couldn’t cum unless we told him how much of a good boy he was.”

I blushed. Organizing that threesome might’ve been one of the top 11 worst decisions of my life.

“I’m just kidding, Zach,” Lucy and Claire giggled together, “How are you doing, buddy?”

“Good,” I lied on instinct, “…or actually not great. I just got evicted from my place, so I’m hyped to forget about that and party the night away tonight!”

“Oh that sucks,” Lucy replied, casually flicking her fiery red locks out of her freckled face. Her emerald eyes anxiously darted to Claire and then back to me.

“Yea,” Claire agreed, “that actually reminds me of that proposition I mentioned in my note. Do you want to come sit at the kitchen table, so we can talk about it?”

“Sure,” I replied cautiously.

The kitchen was ornate in a homely kind of way; the light wood of the cabinets was polished and the marble countertops shimmered in the natural light that flowed through the windows.

“So,” Claire started, “do you have a plan now that you’ve been evicted and have lost your job?”

I looked to the table. Of course this was the first thing they wanted to talk about. Who were they, my parents?

“Not yet,” I admitted.

Lucy nodded, “then I think our proposition might interest you.”

“Totally,” Claire agreed, “the proposition involves you living with us as a sort of… roommate. And you’d get to live here rent free!”

I blinked. Why would they want me to live here rent free, “what’s the catch?”

Lucy chuckled, “what a clever boy you are.”

“Just keep an open mind,” Claire said, “and we’ll show you to your room and explain.”

I followed the pair of women up the stairs. We stopped at a room near the end of the hallway. Claire removed a key from her pocket and unlocked the door. Nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to see.

The room was a nursery, except it was massive. There was a massive white, wooden crib in the corner, a huge changing table in the opposite corner, and a large circular rug in the middle of the room that was decorated with trains, dinosaurs, and the ABCs. Stacks and stacks of adult diapers with childish prints sat under the changing table.

“Wha—“

“Ah ah,” Claire shushed me, “Let us explain before you say anything.”

I silently nodded.

“Good boy,” Claire continued, “Zach we know you’re kinky, and you know we’re kinky. Think of this like that: a fun little kink for all of us to enjoy. Plus, it’s a free place to stay and everything would be taken care of for you!”

“It’s a steal of a deal,” Lucy agreed.

“But… why?” Is all I could muster.

“Well,” Claire’s eyes sunk to the floor, “Lucy and I have been exploring some different things, and we came to the decision that this is what we want.”

“We want a little to care for and call our own, but neither of us felt quite right slipping into that role,” Lucy shrugged.

“But then we thought of the cutest submissive boy we both already know…”

“...Me?” I raised my eyebrows. It was true I tended to lean more to the submissive side, but this was definitely something new to me.

“We’re your friends,” Lucy added, “we want to help you out while helping ourselves at the same time, you know?”

“You work so hard just to get by,” Claire agreed, “and you’re such a sweet guy. Maybe it would be nice to let someone else take care of you for a change?”

“Maybe,” I muttered, trying my best to keep an open mind. Part of me wanted to take offense but a separate part of me was touched by their display of care and concern, albeit strange in nature.

“So what will it be Zach,” Claire smiled up at me, “will you be our baby?”

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This is an old story originally featured on my old blog, Diapy Dragon, but I would like to continue/reboot it, so I’m posting it here.

As always, all a characters depicted are 18+

a testimonial (or warning) for numbing gel 💕

ordered some lidocaine 5% and it finally came in the mail!!! bless online shopping. got sooo inspired by the numbing gel story, i just had to try it for myself

I was already edging getting myself so dumb and drippy when I used the gel, liike, probably 5-7 edges. i still have a problem with getting too close, and at this point I swear someone could just blow on my clit and that wouldve sent me over the edge

I applied a big, dime sized amount of gel on my finger and slowly circled my clit, my inner and outer labia, my opening, basically everywhere but inside my vagina. the first 20 seconds or so it got soooo hot and stingy, I would have came right then and there if I didn’t bite down my tongue to resist!!! it wasnt that bad though, and that feeling subsided as quickly as it came and it started to feel kind of cool, like going to the dentist and they numb your gums. i kept edging and circling my clit at this time using the gel as lube kind of, until I couldn’t take it anymore and gave myself a 5 minute break

15 min after the application I felt absolutely nothing. like my whole cunt wasn’t mine anymore. lifeless, nerveless flesh. i was edging so hard, tensing and grinding my hips into my fingers trying to get any sort of relief, but no relief came. it took away my orgasm.

at this point I started fucking my self with my dildo. I was going crazy, my pussy absolutely dripping with need. I fucked myself like it was my job, nothing on my mind but my need to cum. completely losing my sense of ego and self, my mind so far gone and broken that I was reduced to a dumb bitch in heat, running only on instincts. my mind just... broke. my pussy was so sloppy and wet, ready to take anything in it. if the mailman came by I would have tried to fuck him right there, I was so so so gone and stupid and desperate I would have fucked anything with a pulse.

after 30 futile minutes of trying to cum from penetration only, I gave up, defeated. I was a sweaty mess. it really solidified in me that i only exist for mens pleasure. i don’t deserve to cum. My orgasm serves no purpose, other than to entertain if men wanted me to.

I was so deep in subspace, I had to bask in my neediness and lie there for a few more minutes before I could climb out of that mental state and into reality. my labia was slowly gaining sensation now, but my clit was still a piece of numb flesh. I got on with my evening, cooking dinner and going for a run. It’s weird, it’s like I KNOW I need cum, everything about me was physically exuding sex. Face flush, eyes dialated, cunt so swollen and dripping through my panties, almost through my pants. But there was no feeling down there, and I knew that rubbing my cunt with my fingers or on my chair would be futile (but I know you would have loved to see me try)

but then my run. my fucking run. I started regaining sensation in my clit 3 miles into my route, and it was excruciatingly delicious, feeling my thighs and my shorts graze my clit with every step. I thought I was going to cum right then, at this popular running route in front of everybody. but I didn’t. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. Because good girls don’t cum, and I am a good girl. As I was running I dropped harder into subspace than I ever have before. Panting, drooling, running with static and mantras in my head.

I finally got home and edged my brains out for god knows how long. it just felt so good to give into my pussy and my training, to turn off my mind and float. I always read these kinds of stories, thinking that it wasn’t true. Just a fantasy. It was after this experiment that I saw the truth now, which is I am verifiably an addicted, stupid edgeslut. A fucktoy. A cumdump. I can’t deny it any longer. I wasn’t smarter or better than any other girls. I succumbed to my training just like they did, all in a matter of a few weeks. im like soooo excited to see where my training will take me in a few more weeks, months, and even years!

YMMV, but I will warn you that using numbing gel for your training may rewirr your brain just like it did to me. That’s okay, though. It feels good. I’m a good girl now. And good girls make more good girls.

“It’s okay honey… I know that you’re trying to tell me that your diaper is now soaked, but can’t find the words because you’re embarrassed. First of all, you don’t need to worry about telling me because I can always tell when you’ve wet yourself. Your body stiffens up and you freeze with a desperate look on your face followed by a brief look of relief. Secondly, your diaper swells up to at least twice it’s thickness and it shows through your pants. You know what? I don’t mind in the least little bit. Nobody is perfect. If the only thing about you that is flawed are your weak bladder muscles, then so be it… I still love you. It’s about the hottest thing in the world to me watching you squirm to hold it and then not be able to as you helplessly wet yourself. I don’t know what it is, but it’s super attractive when a guy is vulnerable. I would not change one thing about you, well… I’ll change your diaper LoL, but I won’t change anything else”

“Ok baby, the medicine will take a little bit of time to kick in… You’ll start to feel a tingle as your cock begins to shrink more and more. After you cock shrinks to an unrecognizable size, you will immediately lose control of your bowels and bladder, hence the diaper. I forgot to mention that this loss of control is permanent, these diapers will need to be worn permanently.”

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Poor Bella squirmed, she knew full well what the contraption she was strapped into was for. Her work colleague had found out Bella's secret submissive desires when they both ended up at a fetish night the week before. Bella couldn't believe it when Janice, the disgusting old lecherous woman in her HR department had walked in, dressed in PVC and leading a girl in her 20s on a leash, grinning hungrily when she spotted Bella across the room in lingerie looking like a deer in headlights. Bella had begged the woman not to tell anyone she was here, exploring her secret submissive desires, and the older woman had agreed - on one condition. Bella was to become her toy the following weekend.

One week later, Bella found herself at the HR manager's house, dressed up like a cheap whore.

"Now now, sit still Bella, or else I'll be telling everyone else in the office what a dirty little submissive freak you are." Bella whimpered at Janice's words, as the large woman scooted up onto the stool, and hiked her skirt up, allowing the fabric to fall over Bella's head.

Bella felt wet thighs wrap around her as she was pulled in until her nose pressed against Janice's sex, thick matted curls of pubes tickled Bella's nose and her face was immediately drenched in a mix of pussy juice and sweat from the dominating woman.

"Eat me you little slut" Janice ordered, reveling in her control. She pulled out her phone and began recording, lifting her skirt for a moment to get a nice face shot of Bella sucking on her clit, mascara smeared on her cheeks as she obeyed.

Yes Bella had only agreed to this weekend, but soon enough the poor girl would be signing a contract keeping her wrapped around Janice's finger for the rest of her career.

Janice nearly came at the thought, but pushed the girl's face away just in time to hold off. She wanted to savour this submissive little tart's downfall for a little longer first.

Easter is a time for celebration. For young 20-something Hester that meant going out with her friends for a wild night of reckless carefree partying since no one would have work or college to get up for in the morning.

The play bunny outfit had seemed like a brullent idea. Bunny ears at Easter time, it was sure to get a laugh, although the outfit was harder to finalise than she had anticipated. It came down to a question of commitment. At first she had been willing to wear bunny wears and dress. Then she swaped out for a shorter more hugging dress but it still wasn’t the right ‘look’. She just looked like a girl wearing bunny ears. What was it that made the playboy girls so eye catching? They were lingerie models. It was the most daring and exposing thing she had ever done in public but she steeling herself with the knowledge it was a ‘costume’, after all Wondermen essentially thought crime in a leotard. After getting her first 'up and down’ look from a grinning taxi man arrived to deliver her to the venue, she felt empowered by her bold choice and text her friends to let them know they’d soon get to see the outfit she’d been working on secretively.

Needless to say the next day was effectively written off with a horrendous hang over. She tried to sleep through most of it but while she lay in bed she frequently checked her social media feed which was ablaze with pictures and comments from the night.

The next day she had drive round to her Mom’s, it was a family tradition to get together and have a roast.

“Hi Mom. Hey am I early? We’re is uncle Stevie and his kids?“ she asked. Uncle Stevie lived just down the road and Mom was always babysitting his kids so it was surpprising they weren’t already here painting eggs.

Hester’s mother looked up from the breakfast counter with a troubled expression.

“No one is coming this year. I cancelled. Its just gonna be us this year.”

“Oh. That’s too bad. How come? ” Hester anxiously rubbed her arm. She could sense a subtle hostility, her mother was annoyed at something.

“Hester we need to have a talk. Let’s go sit in the living room. I’ll make some tea.”

Hester’s mind was reeling as she sat at one end of the sofa. She could hear the kettle froth and the tinkle of her mother stirring tea cups. She dreading hearing some bad family news but she thought it was stranger that her Mom hadn’t called her straight away.

It wasn’t too long before her mother returned with a tray and sat down beside her.

“Is everything okay Mom?“

"Not really hun.” her mother paused, exhaled and drowned. “Hester were you at a party on Friday night?“

"Yeah, all my friends went. Why?“

Her mother had taken her phone out and was peering down the end of her nose through her glasses as she scrolled and found what she was looking for. She passed the phone to Hester. It was the online version of the local paper. There was photo of Hester from the party. She hadn’t been named but she knew local people would recognise her. Hester felt her a lump rise in her throat as she read the defamatory comments in the article about how today’s youth were 'bad eggs’. The pun was bad but the rest of the visceral language effectively labeled her as a slut. It was really upsetting, all she had wanted was to have some fun, she hadn’t even gone home with a guy that night.

"Mom, I can explain.”

“No. Just drink your tea sweetie. I want to say something first.”

Hester’s mother rubbed her back but the lecture she rattled off was hard to stomach and Hester found herself in tears.

“Mum I’m sorry I disappointed you but its not like that…” she sobbed but her mother wouldn’t listen, she continued to berate her.

“… I love you and I know you’re a good girl at heart. Which is why i’ve decided you need a second chance. We both need a second chance. I’m going to be a good mother a re-raise you from the start.”

“Mom what does that mean?“ Hester asked but she noticed her words were slurred and she felt sluggish. "Mom, I don’t feel good.”

“Shhh sweetie. Just close your eyes. Why don’t you take a nap?“

By the time heavy eyelids opened again her mother had already carried her up to the spare room, now an adult sized nursery.

Hester didn’t need to repeat her earlier question about what her mother had meant. It was now obvious. As she flex her exhausted legs she heard a crinkle from the thick disposable diaper she’d been put in. She tried to protest but the blub of a huge pacifier sealed the words in her mouth. She couldn’t seem to think straight and simply spit it out.

Her mother smiled pitifully at the confused expression on her daughters face.

"I know this is confusing for you. How about we get you out of these adult clothes and into some of your cute new baby clothes. That’ll help you adjust to your new age sweetheart.”

A year of drugged regression passed.

To the outside world it seemed like Hester had had some kind of mental break down. There had even been a follow up in the local paper after she spotted at the supermarket being wheeled on a pushchair by her mother. Her close family knew the truth of course and so sometimes she received small kindness in acknowledgement that she was still an adult. Uncle Stevie for example would usher his kids and himself out of the room if Hester’s Mother decided to change her on the floor rather than up in the nursery. Her aunties however would usually just keep gossiping and talking over her even as she lay naked in front of them, limply kicking her legs.

Hester’s adult mind came in and out of what she thought of the 'fog’ the chemical concoction which made it hard to think straight and rendered her effectively incontinent.

Around Easter time, Uncle Stevie had come around with a present for her, a larges stuffed bunny to mark the season since she didn’t have the dexterity to sit patiently and paint eggs with her 'older’ cousins.

The easter period had stirred something of a rebellion in baby Hester. Over the course of the year she had gradually seemed to become more accepting and happy in her role as an adult baby, even when her adult thoughts surfaced, she deluded herself that she should continue to be a good girl and act like a baby for her Mommy. However with Easter came a clearer memory of what her Mother had done to her and a stronger sense of what she had lost.

Her mother had noticed her daughter sulked more, laughed less and refused her babas. She devised a solution.

On Easter Sunday Hester woke feeling particularly clear headed. She recalled that for whatever reason her mother had forgotten to feed her with her usual nightime bottle.

Her mother appeared shortly, lowering the crib bars and popping a couple of the snaps at the crotch of her onsie to feel the wetness of her soaked night time diaper.

“You look bright eyed today Baby…” she got to work setting out changing supplies. “Can you understand what Mommy is saying?”

Hester nodded behind the pacifier she rhythmically sucked on, whilst her mother wiped clean her mound and bare bottom with a cool wet wipe.

“Good… Do you remember what we talked about at Easter last year?“

Resentment burned behind Hester’s brown eyes. She remembered, that like now, it had been a onsided conversation. She nodded cautiously.

"Good.” her mother looked wistful maybe even reproachful but busied herself folding Hester’s clean nappy over her midrift and smoothing the strong adhesive tabs against her abdomin.

“You’ve been a good little girl. Mommy’s thinking maybe you are ready to be a good big girl again?”

Hester nodded vigeriously and moaned wordlessly behind her pacifier. Her mother smiled.

“First a little game to check that your not too far gone as my little baby girl to come back to being an adult again.”

Hester gulped.

The game was simple. All she had to do was find all the Easter eggs her mother had hidden in the room. Her mother even helped her out by reaching down any eggs from places Hester pointed at buy couldn’t reach because she wasn’t able to stand for very long without assistance.

“Hewy!“ Hester lisped as her mother cheekily ate one of her eggs in front of her.

"Don’t worry baby. It still counts as one you found. I think that must be all of them now. Why don’t you count them up for me?“

Hester’s mother changed the adult babys top, which had been drooled down the front, and left her to count eggs while she took the laundry basket down to the washing machine.

Hester frowned in concentration

'One. Two. Um?’

Her mind was clearer than it had been year but she was struggling to recount her numbers. Then she had a brillent idea. If she ate some of the eggs, there would be less to count.

When Hester’s mother returned after making a descreet trip to the bathroom. She found Hester has eaten only three of the laxative chocolate eggs but she seem could smeel the lumpy mess the adult baby had excreted into her diaper. The poor girl was in tears.

"Aww. I’m sorry little one, it looks like I was wrong about you being ready to be an adult again. Oh well, we can try again next year.”

Easter is a time of celebration. For two-year-olds like Hester that means being dressed in an adorable Easter dress and being fussed over by all the realitives at the Sunday roast.

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I hope you all enjoyed my caption and have a great Easter break!

Please reblog.

I’ll try to do more of these long muti-picture captions but they are likely to appear around holidays or on patreon because they much longer than usual to plan, gather images and to write.

I got to meet dreamsofdaddy yesterday and she’s such a sweet heart. Hanging out with her and badlilblubunny was fun ❤️❤️❤️