We had scaffolding up the wall. Roof repairs or something, I didn’t know. Didn’t care, not my problem. Didn’t want to climb it either, not my thing.
But others could.
We were sat quietly chatting, gossip about the neighbours. I’d asked to be ready for bed early, wanted the warm fluffy onesie on. Meant I’d be longer in the thick overnight diapers but they could cope. She was still in the dress she’d worn to dinner, elegant evening wear in a childish cut. Long enough to hide her diaper but we both knew she waddled when she walked. Especially leaving the restaurant, the diaper now thicker, swollen.
Neither of us mentioned it. Why bother, it was just part of life. She’d had a change since, was sat comfortably, may or may not need another change before bed. Then everything changed.
A face at the window, then another. Small ones, the same size as ours. Male. One of them thin, almost gaunt, the other chiselled. I caught his eye and winked and he nearly fell off the scaffolding in shock, a burly arm reaching up to steady himself on a pole.
She saw me wink, turned to look and gasped. She looked back at me in horror. “Who are they? What do we do?”
I smiled, got up and wandered over to the window. They were dressed for business, and not the type you conduct in an office. Cargo pants, t-shirts, vests with loops and pockets and things. Clearly no diapers either, these men were risking everything being out at night like this.
The gaunt one mimed opening the window, clearly wanting me to, so I did.
“Hello, lovely to meet you, do come in,” I said, turned my back and walked back to her. Only she heard my next request, “Be nice, they’ll be confused.”
I heard the two men climbing in but was watching her. It was immediately obvious, she was going to be nice. More than nice. If she wasn’t safely secured in a diaper she’d have jumped that poor man already.
Sitting down on the floor I invited the two men to join us, watched them. The gaunt one was looking at me, weighing me up, clearly assessing the situation. The chiselled one with the burly arms was looking at her. If she wasn’t safely secured in a diaper he’d have jumped her already.
I couldn’t help it, burst out laughing. The gaunt chap looked shocked but recovered and spoke. “We’re here to rescue you. Grab anything you want to take, we need to move fast.”
She looked at me in shock. I reached over, took her hand. “If you want.”
She looked confused. “I don’t.. What about you?”
I looked at the men as I answered. “I’m fine here,” I said, “but thank you. I appreciate the risks you’re taking and I’m grateful that you thought of us.”
“You want to stay?” asked the gaunt man, “That’s your choice but do think on it.”
“I do,” I said, then turned to her. “What about you?”
Her face was a picture of confusion. “I want to stay. I’m.. I’m happy here,” she admitted. A pause, summoning her courage, and then she shocked all three of us. “Can you stay here with me?”
She was looking at the chiselled man, and I noticed that despite no diaper, he did now have a bulge.
I smirked, beckoned the gaunt man over. “You in a rush? Let’s go grab a drink, give these two some privacy.”
He caught up fast, looked at his friend who was blushing. But so was she, they were a beautiful match for each other.
“It’s safe?” he asked.
I grabbed his wrist and pulled him to the door. “Of course it’s safe,” I said, “I wouldn’t live here if it wasn’t.”
Reaching up I opened the door, dragged him through it. “Have fun,” I said to the two still in the room and pulled the door closed after me.
“Come on,” I said, drawing him after me more gently now, “Kitchen’s this way.”
To get there we had to pass through the lounge. I could tell when he saw who was in there, his arm yanked from mine, his flight instincts kicking in. I grabbed him again, the loops on his vest easy to grip, yanked him back.
“Visitors!” I announced loudly, enjoying the surprise from the sofa.
She put down her book, remembered to smile and stood up. She towered over me, towered over him. “Hi, lovely to meet you. Sorry for the mess, nobody told me we were having guests.”
“It’s fine,” I said, “But can you get us drinks please.” Turning to our guest I asked, “What would you like? This time of night I like a hot chocolate but we have milk, orange juice, water, tea or if you ask nicely I know where she keeps the whisky.”
“Whisky?” he asked. The poor man was rapidly adjusting to the situation, I think throwing that last offer in had thrown him completely.
“Coming right up,” she said and make good on that promise, striding over to the cabinet. A few moments later she was back, a glass in her hand. For her it was a shot glass, even half full it was a generous tumbler to him.
She bent and offered it to him but he didn’t take it, probably didn’t trust her. So she passed it to me, stood up and went to make my hot chocolate.
“Here,” I said, “Do I need to sip some or will you trust me that it’s safe?”
He looked at me, looked back at the room he’d left his friend and mine in, looked at the glass of whisky. “Ah, fuck it,” he said, and took the glass.
He sniffed at it, took a sip. “Nice,” he said, “Bit peaty but not overwhelming.”
I gestured to the cushions on the floor, pulled one away from the sofa, sat on it. “Come sit down here, it could be a while,” I said.
Another look back at my room, and he smiled for the first time. “I guess so,” he said and pulled a cushion over to sit near me. “So.. don’t have to answer but.. you enjoy this?”
I didn’t answer immediately, showed I was thinking about my answer. “I have a good life. No worries, no concerns, just plenty of hugs and that warm cosy feeling you get when you’re with someone who cares for you.”
He nodded, took his own time. “I get that,” he said, “but you know I have to ask.”
I grinned mischievously, made him ask.
“Diapers?”
Before I could respond someone spoke on my behalf. “She’ll pretend otherwise,” she said, coming back into the room, “but she loves the diapers. That’s why she’s already ready for bed, she needed that thick padding between her legs. I bet she’s wet already.”
“Nooo!” I denied, as I accepted a sippy cup full of hot chocolate.
She crossed the room with her own steaming mug, sat on the sofa, laughed dryly. “No to which?”
I blushed and stayed quiet.
“So, do I need to worry?” she asked, a quick glance at my room.
“No.” He said it at the same time as me, which made us look at each other and laugh.
“Oh. I see,” she said, then asked him, “So you weren’t alone.”
“He’s a good lad,” he said, “Although she may have to teach him some things.”
“I’d best go help then,” she said, putting down her mug and standing up.
“No! Leave them be. Please?” I begged.
She was already at the door, too late to stop even if we had the strength. We didn’t.
“You’re forgetting something you silly ragamuffin,” she said as she went through the door, “He wont be able to remove her diaper.”