“So how are you feeling, little one?” Jeff asked as they slowed down, eventually coming to a halt behind some cars at a red light. He patted her left leg, then slid his hand up her leg and pushed up her skirt. “Is your diaper super soggy yet? Daddies always know when their little one needs to be changed, and…” He squeezed the front of her diaper then slid his finger inside. “Hm… it feels like you’re pretty wet in the front, but I think you still have some room in the back.” Jeff patted the front of her diaper, but paused when she tensed up. “Oh… are you starting to feel something down there again?” Charlotte nodded and squirmed in her seat. “Yeah, my bladder feels pretty sore. Like… it’s not painful, but it’s not a good feeling either.” She pushed her skirt back down into place, slouched down in her seat, and spread her legs wide.  “Does sitting like that make it feel better?” Jeff asked as he rubbed her leg again.  “A little bit, yeah. It’s such a strange feeli...

“Wow… so we’re really going to do this,” Charlotte murmured to herself. She’d been diapered ever since she had admitted to her boyfriend that she wanted to try living in diapers, and while things had been a little awkward at first, she was simply ecstatic that he was so into what she’d wanted to do. She was laying on top of a table with stirrups that held her legs up high and bared her diapered crotch to the world. The medium-length skirt she’d worn in the car lay in Daddy’s backpack. And now, as she felt her crotch grow number and number, she felt her boyfriend squeeze her hand, making her look up into his reassuring and loving gaze. “Yeah, and you’re doing wonderful, little one,” Jeff said with a wink. “How are you feeling?” “Not bad. You could probably slap me between the legs and I wouldn’t feel a thing,” she said with a laugh, trying to keep herself feeling at ease with some dry humor.  “Well yeah, you have a soggy diaper on. The police could hit it with a batterin...

“Here you go, cutie,” Jeff said, handing his long-time girlfriend Charlotte her glass of wine. He flopped down next to her on the blow-up air mattress, then draped an arm over her shoulders, idly playing with the tips of her long brown hair between his fingers. He’d just cracked open their second bottle of wine and they were already feeling the effects of the wine quite strongly. “We’ve got a long day ahead of us tomorrow.” He held up his glass, then tapped it against Charlotte’s. “To our brand new house, to us, and to our beautiful relationship.” “Heh, yeah!” she said. They both took a few small sips, then Charlotte started fidgeting as she swirled the contents of her glass around. “Honey… since we’re about to start a new chapter in our life, there’s something I want to talk to you about, something… personal.” “Oh?” Jeff cocked an eyebrow as he snuck a glance at her. Gone was her lovely smile, replaced by a look of hesitation. “You know you can tell me anything, so what’s ...