My First Time In a Diaper (EN) Pt. 03

I can feel his breath on the back of my neck. It is calm, even. A warm breath that creeps into my skin, like a little extra hug from the inside. I'm lying in his arms, the movie is only playing on the side. Timo and I hardly say anything - and yet there is so much between us. His fingers brush lightly over my forearm, almost as if by chance, but every time they do, I feel this tugging in my stomach. I snuggle closer to him, snuggle under the blanket. It's soft between us, warm, somehow... different. The diaper rustles softly with every movement. It's strange to think that - and so safe at the same time. As if there is finally someone who sees my strange, fragile sides and doesn't laugh at them. I exhale slowly.

"You know, I never thought I'd be able to... show myself like this," I murmur quietly.

Timo puts his head on my shoulder. "I don't either. But somehow it doesn't feel wrong."

I turn a little towards him so that we can look at each other. His eyes are soft, bright in the dim light of the TV. "This too?" I ask, placing my hand on my stomach.

He nods. "Just this. Because it's you."

I swallow. For a moment, I think about whether I should say it. But then I feel it. His thumb strokes my skin under my T-shirt, very gently. Under the blanket it was tight, cozy, our little space of warmth and closeness. We both held each other tightly. We had never cuddled so close for so long and so intimately. Then it happened. I felt it coming - not suddenly, but flowing, soft, almost unstoppable. The stream started, very slowly but steadily. I twitched barely noticeably, exhaled more sharply. It was so close... so close... I didn't dare move. I thought I could hear the jet against the film of the diaper. And it didn't stop. Quite the opposite. It became warmer, more intense - and I felt my body relax, even though my heart was racing. I buried my face deeper into his neck, as if I could hide in it. The warmth spread, very gently. And although I had never felt more vulnerable, in a strange way it was also... beautiful. Timo didn't seem to say anything. Maybe he had noticed. Maybe he hadn't. But his arm remained, his hand continued to stroke my back, slowly, calmly, as if he was telling me: It's okay. I'm here. The blood rushed to my cheeks. Could the diaper even take that much? After what felt like an eternity, the stream ended, but the wetness remained. Warm but soft, the wet diaper now nestled against my moist labia, which were probably swollen with excitement. He had to feel the now clearly thick diaper... maybe smell it? I put my thumb in my mouth, wanting to sink into the ground. But I also wanted to linger in his arms. Time seemed to have stopped. The feeling of security. His closeness. The warmth of the diaper...

My cheeks got hot, stopped sucking my thumb. I bit my lip. "It happened..." I finally whisper, my voice breaking a little.

Timo looks at me, rolling over and laying me gently on his stomach, kissing my forehead. "I know... My darling couldn't hold it anymore?"

Of course he had noticed! If not from my reaction, then from the warmth and wetness on my legs. The diaper really couldn't hold it all.

I nod silently. It's no longer difficult for me not to feel ashamed. With him... it feels like one more small step towards closeness. I had to smile. The way he was lying down there... Me on top of him. The warm wet diaper in his crotch. His diaper was even more noticeable thanks to his bulge. I closed my eyes and came closer to him as if in slow motion. Our lips met, hesitantly at first. Very gently. A first touch, like a question without words. I felt his breath, warm and calm. I kissed back, carefully, almost shyly - and yet consciously. Now I had him... I began to kiss him passionately. Just like in my love movies. He only allowed it. Then I let my tongue press gently against my lips. Only lightly. No pushing, no haste. It found its way. He let it inside me. It was a slow dance, not a wild groping. It was soft, moist, strange and yet familiar. I was very still inside, excited and almost a little overwhelmed at the same time. His breath mingled with mine. Our tongues touched, curious, warm. Again and again, in small circles. I could feel my body snuggling up, my hand almost automatically finding his neck. I began to move my hips slightly. Even the small movements made me feel everything. It was nothing like my pillow at home.

When our lips slowly parted again, his forehead remained against mine.

"That was nice," I whispered.

And I meant it. I was completely out of breath. He was too. My hand stroked between our diapers... I wanted to feel us both. I could feel his penis in the soft diaper.

But before I could continue, he lifted me up and sat me on his lap: "I think my little princess needs a bigger diaper for a big girl"

I liked the way he spoke to me. Somehow. Actually, I was the one who talked so sexy when I wanted to with him. I grinned at him. Our looks spoke volumes. I kissed him again provocatively. Only one-sided this time. I wrapped my arms around him. We were very close again. "Daddy, I want to do it again," I whispered in his ear.

I have no idea where that came from. The blood immediately rushed to my cheeks. Now I could have ruined everything. I didn't dare pull my head back to look at him. My heart was beating in my chest as if it wanted to get out. Even Timo could feel it despite his clothes.

He gently pushed me down. I could feel the warmth of the diaper that I had already wet.

"Okay, I'll do it now, yeah? Like yesterday." His voice was calm and gentle.

I nod barely noticeably. He gently takes my hand and strokes it before carefully touching my diaper. His touch felt almost magical. Through the diaper, right between my legs. His fingers are warm as he loosens the diaper at the sides and carefully opens it. The slightly unpleasant smell of my urine came out. But he didn't pull back in disgust. He slowly pulls the diaper down and I notice how the moisture sticks warmly to my skin. He reaches for a wet wipe and carefully washes me off, his every movement slow and gentle, unhurried. My mucus was pulling strings again. But this time it felt like he was massaging me instead of cleaning me. Like I was masturbating. I was too aroused.

"Everything good so far?" he asked quietly. He brought me out of my thoughts in one fell swoop.

"Yes," I answered, barely audible.

He stood up. Still in his diaper and went into the kitchen. I just lay there. Dressed on top, naked underneath. I straightened up. My bad conscience about what I had said caught up with me. I wanted to go to him without getting dressed. But he just came back to me from the kitchen. He had disposed of them. I stood there on the sofa and just looked at him. It was a funny moment. Just before that, I was as mad as a bunny and now? I sank back onto the sofa. He knelt down in front of me. His body language told me everything I needed. That I could be anything with Him. He liked me... So he liked this as much as I did.

"Thank you for doing that so carefully. It just... feels good when you're there. And doing that with me," I began hesitantly.

He just looked at me. That was enough for me: "So... I feel like doing it again." With a firm smile, but also a little ashamed...

"Again? You've only just leaked, haven't you?"

"Yes, but - I've thought of something. We're doing a challenge. I'll try to stick to it for as long as possible before I show you. Kind of like... training. Whoever wets their diaper first and has to be changed... Against you!"

He had to grin: "Challenge accepted. And what's the prize?"

I thought about it, but we both didn't need a 'prize'. So I lay down on the sofa again. My legs stretched out towards him. He took one of the diapers I had actually bought for him. Spread them out on the sofa, gently lifted my legs and slid the new diaper under me. He carefully tightens the adhesive strips without making them too tight so that I feel comfortable. It felt even thicker and more comfortable than the first one. Like a gift packed full. I felt so small. So free, so safe here with him.

I stood in the kitchen, barefoot, my top barely covering the large diaper. It was soft and warm, but a little unfamiliar to walk in. It was dusk outside and the light above the stove was the only thing that bathed the room in a soft yellow. Timo was standing at the chopping board, slicing peppers into neat pieces, as always with the precision and patient calm that I liked about him. His diaper was also clearly visible, making his bottom even bigger and more beautiful.

"Do you prefer pasta or rice with that?" he asked without looking up.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Doesn't matter, as long as it's warm. And not too spicy, please."

He grinned slightly. He knew. "Then noodles. And I'll spread the chili flakes for you."

I laughed softly, stood next to him and pushed a few of the bell pepper seeds to the side. Somehow everything felt so... calm. Familiar. Like a little ritual that no one had really planned, but that felt good. With that extra special something. Later, we sat on the couch with the steaming plates on our knees, our legs lightly nestled together. It smelled of roasted vegetables and I blew gently on a spoon. Timo pushed a glass of water towards me. "Have a drink. Otherwise it'll be unfair."

I grimaced slightly. "I'll drink... later." I looked at him and he smiled. Not sternly, but with that affectionate emphasis, I gave in. I sighed, playfully annoyed, lifted the glass and took a big sip.

"So good." He winked at me.

After dinner, we cuddled up on the sofa again. No more movie, we talked about everything, including THAT topic. Not for long...

"I think... I have to go soon," he says after a while, laughing softly. It doesn't sound unpleasant, rather relieved.

I look at him. "Then I'll win? Because I have to too... But not urgently yet," I say, half embarrassed. But with my playful smile.

What I didn't say was that I really had to. Urgently. And not just pee-pee.

So we both just sat there. Me in one corner, him in the other. I slowly slid back and forth. Not to stimulate myself this time, but because I wanted to stop. I thought about telling Timo that I had to go all the way... but I decided against it. The last big hurdle I wanted to break.

I looked over at him. He was just waiting for the look. He looked down at himself and I saw how first a spot then the whole diaper changed color. I heard the jet. His breath. It gave me the rest.

I could have held on for a few more moments, but I wanted to enjoy it. I sat down with my legs apart. My eyes were not on Timo, but on my diaper. Then a brief, booming silence. The pressure poured over me. My stomach trembled and let go. In a gush. Just like before. The warmth, the wetness. It felt heavenly. While my bladder was emptying inexorably, I could no longer control my sphincter muscle on my bottom. My breathing was already shallow. I almost moaned, but managed to suppress it. I put my hand on the warm diaper. I slid lower to lie half on my back. My cheeks glowed as I started to push. Just a small, but soft and filling lump. I let out a small moan. I couldn't suppress it. I felt full. My diaper was too. I was sweating. Only now did I look over at Timo. He was still sitting there watching me in his full diaper. The room filled with the smell, but it wasn't bad.

Timo took me in his arms, firmly and calmly, as only he could. I moved a little closer and rested my forehead on his shoulder. It felt like it used to, like those moments when I was just allowed to be like I was with my mother. Without having to explain anything, without having to show my strength. His arm lay heavy and cozy around me. I closed my eyes. His breath passed slowly and warmly through my hair. And then I felt his hand on my back, groping its way lower - over the waistband of my diaper, carefully, almost reverently. I sighed softly. There was no greed in his touch, no pressure. Just familiarity. And a desire to give me something without taking. I allowed it, let myself fall. Into him. Into me.

His hand was on my back, slowly running along the outer edge of my diaper. It was an almost meditative caress that gave me goose bumps. I suddenly felt very small again. Not childlike - but protected. Held. He didn't say anything. He didn't have to. Because his body spoke. His closeness spoke. And I responded by leaning closer to him, pushing my hips forward slightly, very gently. His hand slid over my side, then lower again. He hesitated briefly - a silent question, a silent wait. I gave him no answer. Just my movement. My quiet breathing. When his fingers finally slipped under the fabric, I felt myself start to tremble inside. Not from the cold. But from something else entirely. I closed my eyes. Let him have his way. Let me feel.

It was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. The protection between us, the damp material, the slight rustling - it only intensified the feeling. Like a secret world that only we knew. I breathed shallowly. His hand moved gently, exploring, searching - but not hastily. I felt my legs tense slightly, how I involuntarily lifted my hips slightly towards him.

My fingers buried themselves in the sofa. My head on his shoulder. Not a word. Just my whole body, which began to respond. I was wet. Wet from myself and the full diaper. His fingers found my labia and clitoris. With small, grizzled movements, he made me moan directly. His fingers were warm. Wet. And greasy. A feeling inside me that I can hardly describe. Not just arousal. But something deeper. An arrival. I turned my head towards him, searching his gaze. And in his eyes I saw exactly what I needed.

His fingers penetrated me. The soft smacking was soon drowned out by my breathing and suppressed moans. I didn't want this feeling to end. But I came sooner than I wanted to. But the moment felt like an eternity. At first it was a pulling sensation, then a tight pulsation, almost like a trembling deep in my stomach. My whole body seemed to contract for a moment, a single arc of tension - on the verge of tearing or letting go. I clung to him, my fingers found a hold on his shoulder, and then... Then came this fall. Not a fall - more like a dissolution. A shiver that ran through me, flooded me, far beyond what I could physically describe. I felt like I was shaking inside without having to move. Only my breath, which faltered, then shifted - like a whisper that came out of me, not controlled, not controlled. He pulled his finger out and released the pressure inside me... two small final thrusts and a gush against his hand and into my diaper. For a moment, everything was even softer. Warm. Bright. Nothing hurt. Nothing was pressing. Everything was just right. I stayed with him, with myself, let him hold me. My body vibrated for a long time afterwards - as if it had stored the memory of that moment.

He kissed my forehead, very gently, almost like in a dream. Then he pulled his hand back again, brushed my tousled hair out of my face. I didn't feel naked or exposed - but accepted. His hand was wet... and my business in the diaper had also left traces. No disgust. Just affection.

"Thank you," I whispered softly. And meant so much more.

I lay half on top of him, half next to him. We didn't say anything for a while. Didn't need words either. It was all said, just by being close.

"Do you want to be changed?" he asked quietly. "You need to get out of that full diaper..."

I nodded, almost shyly. I still felt very small. And so secure at the same time. But somehow also like the young woman I actually am... Or should be right now. But for that moment, it didn't matter. We had each other.

He sat up, got a fresh pad and everything we needed. I stayed lying down, just lifting my legs as he helped me. The used diaper slid out from under me, rustling loudly, then the cool cloth... I winced slightly. And he laughed softly. Not out of mockery, but out of tenderness. He dried me off gently. Then he laid something else out for me: not a new diaper, but my simple Always Pull-up. I looked at him briefly. I was back in Franka's life... Adult, the bladder weakness was there anyway...

I stood up, looked at myself briefly and took the pull-up. I gently pulled it over my hips and adjusted it a little. The fabric was soft, almost like underwear. Only safe. And somehow... beautiful. Not too much. Not too little.

Timo disappeared into the bathroom. I slowly crawled into bed, slid under the covers and sighed. My legs were spread slightly, automatically, out of habit. And yet it felt different this time. Freer, yes. But not alone. Timo was still in the bathroom. I heard him showering. A quick glance at the clock. It was already late. I had almost closed my eyes when I heard him come back in.

His steps were quiet. Deliberate. Then the mattress turned slightly under his weight as he lay down next to me. I felt him hug me from behind, put an arm around my waist and rest his face against my neck. I blinked a little. As usual, he was only wearing his boxers. I could feel it in the warmth of his body nestled against me. But I didn't ask. It was just fine the way it was.

"Are you asleep yet?" he whispered.

I just mumbled an indistinct "Almost..." and turned slightly in his direction once more. His hand found my back. And my breathing became calm. I didn't think much anymore. Only that it felt so right. That I had never felt safer than when I was close to him. Not as a child this time, but as the couple we were.

So I fell asleep - with his hand on my back, my head on his chest. I didn't know if I was dreaming that night. But if I did, it was of warmth. Of safety. Of us.

Note:

From now on, I will try to continue writing in chronological order - only what I actually want to publish, of course. So the next texts will probably each be a separate, self-contained story.

As always, I look forward to your comments - also on the next story I've just started writing. I can't wait to see what you think of it. ????