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    Unconventional Solutions
    The Diapered Story of Robin Smith

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    *The sound of Jawas fills the cab of my car making me smile.*

    Allen told me they were haggling over scrap on Tatooine, but I had no clue. Don’t get me wrong, I love those movies, but nothing like my husband does. Clearly, he has been messing with my phone again.

    “Ok Google, Read New Text.” I tell the dead air in my car while rolling my eyes at my nerdy husband’s antics.

    “You have one new text from Allen at five thirty-two PM. Do you want to hear it?”

    “Yes.” I tell my phone.

    The female computerized voice reads back my husband’s text. It is an odd juxtaposition listening to his words and imagining his face to the female’s jilting voice.

    Google reads, “Shit hone. That ducks. You don’t have a lot of options there.”

    Autocorrect hates him. It always makes me giggle while I try to interpret what he’s going on about. I get tired of dictating to my phone and pick it up directly. Normally, I’d wait and talk slowly through the menu’s to send a reply, but it wasn’t dangerous just sitting here. I’m not about to text and drive. That shit is dangerous!

    I text him back.

    [Me:] Radio says there’s a tractor trailer rig overturned. I’m locked in. I can’t stop bouncing my legs. I gotta pee so freaking bad! At least Molly’s sleeping through it. Thank god for pool day.
    [Allen:] ITH
    (our own code – In The House)
    [Me:] You never beat me home!
    (Yeah, I’m whining at this point.)
    [Me:] I don’t know what to do! If I pee my pants, the leather will be fine but the carpet…
    [Allen:] You can’t do anything about it babe. Don’t hurt yourself. I’ll have the car cleaned.
    [Me:] You’d use Bill though! We KNOW them!
    [Allen:] You have a leaky 3.5 year old in the car. They won’t know who it was.
    [Me:] Still, I’d know…
    [Allen:] Getting in the shower. Text me when you finally break free.
    [Me:] K

    I sit there looking around at an utter loss. Molly’s daycare is only fifteen minutes away from the house on the interstate. I had come up on the wreck just after I picked up my daughter. I was still a mile away if the radio report was correct. I was locked in and at a full stop before I knew what had happened.

    No matter which direction I look, all I can see are cars. Worse, I’m on an inside lane and can’t even off-road through the median! I’m stuck tight, and my bladder isn’t happy about it. In fact, it feels like it’s going to be downright rebellious.

    The tide is changing and I began to lose the fight with lactic acid and muscle fatigue. I shouldn’t have left the house without peeing first, but I thought I’d be home in thirty minutes! Turns out that was a bad decision, one that was biting me in the ass. The muscles between my legs twinge. I’m long past the pain stages.

    In fact, everything that I’ve been clinching is numb. I smack at my knees trying to get some feeling back into my legs and to distract myself from the numbness and the impending disaster. I start singing along to the radio at the top of my lungs. That distraction doesn’t work either.

    Molls, just keep sleeping baby. Mommy can’t handle peeing herself in front of you. I thought dreading the implications that seeing me wet myself would have on my daughter.

    Allen said I could blame the mess on my little Molls, but that doesn’t feel right either. I need a solution.

    Spontaneously, a really crazy thought burns brightly in my head. I snap a picture of my hand coming out of my daughters diaper bag and send it to my husband before breaking out into a feverish flurry of activity. I turn up the radio to keep all my wiggling from waking up Molly.

    I can’t believe I’m about to do this…
    I can’t believe I’m doing this…
    I can’t believe I did that…

    -----

    I get home at fifteen after six, which is far later than I normally pull up. I’m super not thrilled about it either!

    Traffic was a bitch even after I FINALLY got past the wreck. I’m not sure how my half day of working from home turned into eight full hours of work, or how easing back into fulltime turned into such a stressful day. The lousy drive home from picking up Molly was the icing on my crap cake. I am very anxious to get my daughter in the house and try to find a way to process this situation.

    I need a fix of my man! I need to cuddle up to him and watch some TV, and maybe drink a glass of wine. I stand up stretching my back and lean against my car. I take a breath then reach in and grab all our stuff. Lastly, I shoulder our diaper bag popping open Molly’s door.

    I wake her up with sweet words. Molly takes my hand grabbing my fingers tightly and we make our way to the house. I have an unbalanced load for sure, and it's leaning heavily to my diaper bag side. Waddling around didn’t make it anything graceful let me tell you!

    Thank God she's walking now. I'd be done in if I had to carry her too. I wouldn’t have had the strength. My little Doodlebug is too big for me to haul her around on my hip anymore. I think sadly.

    She toddles beside me into the house. She doesn’t quite wake up either. She sways on her feet still groggy shambling like a zombie. I smile entering my house. It is simply thrilling to be home, it smells like safety and relaxation.

    Today, it seems like a major accomplishment just to get here. It had seemed impossible only thirty minutes ago. My little angel and I had been stuck for more than an hour behind that overturned tractor trailer less than ten miles from our house!

    I drop everything on the couch leaving Molly just inside our front door. She sways on her feet trying to wake up, but with little success. My attitude went from relief to anger in a heartbeat wanting to get out of my work clothes and Allen nowhere to be found.

    “Allen.” I bellow stress lining my voice.

    Seriously, he should be here! He knew I'd be coming in in a hurry.

    “Hey, Rob. Glad my girls…” He inhaled sharply seeing my face. “I take it you’re both wet?”, he chuckles.

    The balls on this man!

    “Funny aren't ya!” I growl. “Just take her will you. I'd like to get cleaned up.” I shoot him my best grouchy face, and let me tell you it can melt the paint off the walls!

    “Are you still wearing it? I mean did it fit?” My devoted husband stutters with an odd air about him. It’s almost seems like he is excited and it’s overriding his sense of self-preservation.

    I blushed instantly losing my bluster, “Ya to both. I mean I need to go freshen up, and I'm sure Molly would like a fresh diaper.”

    “Show me.” He insists not moving an inch after taking Molly’s sleepy little hand.

    “What! No. It’s bad enough I'm wearing it and its freaking wet! I'm not going to be showing this thing off. I’m supposed to be sexy to you, not some kind of screw-up.” I gasp.

    “I'm going to be honest here. Those do nothing for me on Molly, but I've been messed up thinking about it since you texted me that picture of her diaper. I wasn’t sure if you’d use it. I can't believe it fit.” Allen confesses.

    “I couldn't either. I mean it's a stretch, but our Doodlebug isn't very little. In fact, I probably shouldn’t really carry her around anymore. She doesn’t need to see this.” I ramble not so stealthily to divert his attention. I say anything trying to distract him with my moment of nostalgia from earlier.

    I’m super embarrassed about my situation, but at only twenty-four, I am still very interested in keeping my husband turned on. Getting him excited gets me that way too. Most of the time it would be a win-win situation, but this isn’t one of those times.

    But, the look on Allen’s face gives me pause.

    My excuse to be out of this thing was that it wouldn’t be attractive, but is it. Is he turned on?

    I think about it and decide I am pretty comfortable in one of Molly’s diapers, even though it was a little soggy and was pulling tightly at my hips. He clearly wants to see it.

    If it turns him on... Wearing it doesn’t cost me anything but some embarrassment.

    “Show me, babe.” Allen interrupts my thoughts prompting me a second time.

    “Pick her up first.” I instruct and he complies.

    Almost on auto-pilot, I kick off my heels and slide out of my slacks. I drop my boy-short style panties which leaves me in my blouse and Molly’s size five Luvs diaper. It’s a startling contrast, half a business outfit and half a toddler's.

    I try to pull together some sexy thoughts so I can model the diaper for him. I end up laughing instead. Allen laughs too. His laughing caught our little Doodlebug’s attention causing her to wake up from her shoulder nap. She looks around for a moment to see what all the laughter is about.

    “Mommy, it's ok. That's what diapers are for. You'll make it next time.” She tells me full of love and support.
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    Re: Unconventional Solutions

    It's great to see a new story from you, since you have apparently recovered from the effort of your last epic. Both the picture of the hand going for the diaper bag, and the final Mommy, it's ok" are awesome images so I really look forward to what happens next.

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    Re: Unconventional Solutions

    Great start. Totally agree, esp on the "Mommy, it's ok." :-)

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    Re: Unconventional Solutions

    The Woes did go kind of epic! I had a 22 page story outline for that one!

    This story isn't as structured. It was just sort of a fun idea that I stewed on until it had enough flesh on it's bones to start it up.

    Thanks for the well wishes! I hope you all like Robin!

    It's fun to think of perky older teenagers getting into this ( and frankly a hell of a lot more common than when I was that age ), but I felt like it was time to explore a different stage of life. This will be my first lead character who fell into this 'accidentally'. There is no illness, fundamental inclination, or outside human interference for Robin.

    She's just a Mom in a shitty situation that was brave and creative enough to try something unorthodox. The updates to this story will likely be shorter than some of my longer works, but I wanted to release something and get ahead of the plot line so I don't back myself into a corner!

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    Re: Unconventional Solutions

    one thing the first sentence does not make sense i.e. .the sound of jawas filled my cab

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    Re: Unconventional Solutions

    Quote Originally Posted by stagecoach View Post
    one thing the first sentence does not make sense i.e. .the sound of jawas filled my cab
    I think it's meant to be a Star Wars ring tone.
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    Molly parrots the phrase she'd heard so many times in the last couple years. My poor little Doodlebug continues to have some setbacks with her potty training. She’s heard that line a lot.

    My tall three year old daughter takes after her daddy. We are betting Molly will end up over six feet tall. I’m worried I'll wake up any day now and she’ll be taller than me. I’ll go to get her out of bed and she’ll stand up in some cute little girl night gown and I’ll have to look up to look her in the eyes.

    The doctors tell us that she’ll grow out of the bladder problems eventually. They said her bladder isn’t keeping up with the rest of this growth spurt. Things will even out in a year or so.

    “Thanks Doodlebug. I can't believe how comfortable this thing is Allen.” I say feeling the outside of the soggy diaper.

    “Do I need to give you two a minute.” He teases me.

    He might, I thought. Damn, I can’t believe I thought that. This is super comfy though. A bit tight, but all warm and soft feeling inside and out.

    Watching me play around with the diaper clearly gets my husband wound up. Suddenly, I find myself excited too. The diaper is still comfortable to me, but I felt... naughty!?! Standing there in a wet diaper, in my living room, in front of my horney husband, and lovely little daughter.

    I send Allen off to change Molly while I head to change myself and get cleaned up.

    I slowly make my way to our master bathroom and start the shower. Shutting the bedroom door, I look the diaper over checking the fit for the first time. The length is ok. The diaper comes up over my ass and covers my lady bits, but the sides are struggling to stay latched without my panties holding them together.

    Still, it fit! I can’t believe it.

    I rub the wet front panel and clinically study the garment. I've changed countless diapers on my Doodlebug, but this one is different. I focus in on the diaper so completely that my mind stills.

    That almost never happens!

    I bet the size up would fit pretty good. Wonder what my options are? Maybe there’s adult or teen diapers out there I could get. It seemed to hold up most of that wetting. I’ll need to start shaving again. Allen will love that. I think I’ll like that feeling too. Smooth skin next to delicate cotton.

    I shiver and it dawns on me that I haven’t finished peeing. I sit down on the toilet with the diaper still on. I decide to let it have its shot at holding a full wetting. I release into the diaper and smile at the hissing sounds.

    Well, that’s not subtle at all.

    I sit there on the toilet grinning like a fool. I have a short internal debate before letting it all go and just going for it. I wet the diaper with the rest of that initial payload that I had been holding back since the wreck.

    Surprisingly, it holds ok till the very last when I heard the tinkle of my water hitting the toilet water. I sit for a bit to let the diaper catch up with my flood. Then, I stand feeling a little bit of my urine still sloshing around inside waiting to be absorbed.

    I know from years of changing Molly that there is a big difference in a small wetting and a full one. She’s getting big enough that she can flood her size fives if I didn't keep an eye on her. Those fives should fit her a while longer if I can squeeze my Momma-ass into them!

    Even the sixes aren’t going to fit me like they fit Molly, but they'd probably fit about like my bikini panties. They would cover my front and rear leaving some coverage over my hips. I stand and poke at the diaper turning little circles in front my full length mirror. I take off my top and bra getting one last look at myself in the mirror before jumping in the shower.

    It would have leaked more if I'd been sitting on it when I wet it. I’m thankful I only trickled a little in the car. I rub the soaked diaper enjoying the change in texture for a moment.

    I’m not sure how wearing that diaper changed from necessity to fulfilling some dream of Allen’s, or how it turned from dressing up for him to sort of maybe-kind-of-liking-it for myself, but it did. Allen’s mood must be contiguous. My intentions change from feeling the diaper out of curiosity to pleasure, and I don’t hold back.

    I shake my head smiling at my reflection in my vanity looking like a guilty child with her hand in her pants. Oddly, even with the diaper wet, it was still comfortable to me. Eventually, I decide I look sort of good in it too. With no small amount of regret, I take off the diaper and toss it into our bathroom trashcan.

    Still smiling and full of impulsiveness, I get in the shower and wash my hair. My mind is in a million places diner, bills, chores, work, Allen, Molly, and strangely that diaper. My thoughts drift from one train of thought to another, though never fully exploring any to the point of making any decisions.

    I find myself soaping down my pantie area and reaching for my razor. I shave myself smooth trying to remember why I had stopped, laziness I suppose. I have been tidy recently, but I haven’t been bare since before Molly was born.

    I know Allen will be thrilled.

    It feels new and fun and playful to be smooth again. I dry off and grab my favorite fleece nightgown. My mind is still buzzing with dozens of unfinished thoughts clouding my ability to concentrate. My gown is red with little white bears all over it. Allen bought it for me for Christmas a few years back. It reminds me of the Christmas Coke commercials.

    I tug some boy short style panties, my favorite kind, up my legs and head toward our kitchen. My mind is floating as I move around on auto-pilot. Unfortunately, it’s a common thing for me to be wandering around with my mind adrift.

    Allen and Molly are still in the guest bathroom giving her potty a whirl. I smile and wave at her behind Allen’s back. She smiles and waves back at me.

    Who knew her diapers would be that comfortable? I didn’t even feel gross after peeing in it! If she’s having bladder problems and the diapers are that comfortable for her too, it’s little wonder we are having trouble potty training her. I muse.

    Then, I pad barefoot toward the kitchen, but as I pass Molly’s room I’m struck by a brand new desire. My panties suddenly feel too thin. They aren’t making any noise. There is no sense of air pockets moving around as I move. I thoughtlessly draw closer to my daughter's changing table.

    I want another diaper. They are naughty and fun and comfortable and… I start justify my actions internally. Wait. I don’t have to have a reason! I’m a damn adult. If I want to wear a diaper around my own home, then I can damn well do it!

    Before I can second guess anything, I find myself sporting a brand new dry Luvs diaper tucked away safely under my boy short panties. I smile like an idiot on my way to the kitchen. I feel like I’m in some sort of trance, like I’m not totally in control of myself.

    I can’t reason why, but these diapers are making me happy. I damn near skip the rest of the way toward my next objective. In the kitchen, I finally snap out of my haze and find myself able to focus. I mean really focus on preparing dinner. It’s totally crazy. I simultaneously preheat the oven, start some knock off DiGiorno pizzas, and put out drinks for my little family while setting the table.

    I know I am enjoying my naughty secret, but I'll bet Allen will enjoy it more. I grow more excited by the minute thinking about teasing him until Doodlebug goes to bed. I can hear them leave the bathroom and head to Molly’s room to change for dinner.

    You’re not the only one sister! I think.

    They'll be here any minute and my private time with my growing obsession will end. I am very comfortable standing there in my diaper and nightgown. I sort of feel cheated that it won’t stay on without the panties though. It is fine up and moving around, but as soon as I sit the tabs will pop off.

    I need my own diapers, ones that fit me better. I decide.

    I'd no sooner come to that conclusion than my husband and daughter come into the kitchen. They are both smiling at me. I show them a warm loving smile in return. I genuinely love my little family.

    I guess we are pretending that I didn’t just pee myself in the car earlier. K? I shrug turning back to the work of preparing the meal.

    Allen helps me set the table, while Molly shuffles back and forth carrying anything we let her carry. We aren’t perfect, but we are happy. Suddenly, I realize that I could hear my Doodlebug toddling back and forth in her crisp new diaper.

    I hadn't even thought to listen to see if I was crinkling too! As turned on as Allen had been, I am fairly confident I’m not scuttling around as loudly as my daughter is. If I was, he'd have been asking to see it again. I’m almost certain of it.
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    Re: Unconventional Solutions - 2.

    What a fun little romp this suddenly became! I love how you're going blow-by-blow through this sudden change, the arguing back and forth with herself. Do I think there would probably be a LOT more of that arguing before she willingly put one on? Absolutely, but we're having fun here, and I'm willing to check my brain at the door for that part.
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    Re: Unconventional Solutions - 2.

    There are two places in the second chapter where Molly becomes Lilly.

    Otherwise, I agree with WBDaddy's assessment.
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    Re: Unconventional Solutions - 2.

    Fixed the Lilly issue. Thanks for catching that. Changed my mind on the daughter's name late!

    There is more conflict between the mother and her diapers as the story goes on, but your right. In a real life setting, the acceptance here is unlikely.

    However, there was a point in most of our lives where diapers became abnormal for us too and the unlikely happened. There was a fulcrum moment where the definition of what a diaper is shifted in our own minds. As with any relationship, Momma and her diapers will have ups and downs, consequences both positive and negative.

    Thanks for the feedback all!

    Any thoughts on where you'd like the story to go?

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    Re: Unconventional Solutions - 2.

    I've been enjoying this story. Yes, I agree you may have skipped over a bit of Momma's internal conflict over the diaper when she put another on, but it's still a fun story. The place I would (at least looking back in hindsight) have added more was when she was actually putting on the diaper, rather than just skipping over that.

    As for where the story should go? You are the author. If you aren't enjoying where it goes you will have a hard time writing it, so don't worry too much about where we think the story might go. We will surely offer some guesses and questions along the way, which you can do with as you like.
    Take the buffets of life, work through them, and savor the buffets.

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    I try to put the diaper out of my mind and just continue on with my day. I try, but I can’t quite do it. I decide to blame Allen.

    Him being in the room with me changes how I feel about the diaper. I feel like I could zone out and forget about it if he wasn’t in here. He is though, so I keep focusing on my diaper creating fun random moments where I feel what I am wearing. Those moments cause goofy smiles.

    These smiles aren’t timed with the conversation at all. They are timed with the bulk between my legs and the tugs at my hips. I probably look crazy puttering around the kitchen smiling at random unexplainable moments. Fortunately, Allen is focused on Molly and I don’t have to explain myself.

    Allen whistles something peppy and Molly gets up to dance around. She flitters around my kitchen like a little diapered fairy princess. I decide my happiness must be contagious, that or it’s the diapers! It’s all sort of surreal. Two of the three of us are diapered, but only I know this secret.

    “Daddy da big twuck laid down.” My three year old told her father sitting down.
    “That's what mommy said.” Allen.
    “I felt so bad about it honey. We were close enough to see what happened. It looked awful.” Me.
    “I know babe. I'm sorry you had to see that.” Allen said patting my hand.
    “I falled asleep daddy.” Molly.
    “You fell asleep.” Allen corrected.
    “She didn't make it long. She left me all alone stuck in traffic and bored to tears. If it wasn't for AC and candy crush, I'd have gone crazy.” Me.
    “And what about the potty situation?” Allen asked with a smile.
    Bastard, I project at him mentally.
    “I didn't make it daddy. I went potty in my sleeps.” Molly.
    “That's what your diaper is for princes. You'll make it next time. And you went potty in your sleep.” Allen told our daughter with comforting confidence.
    “We all need some help sometimes baby.” I tell Molly patting her shoulder.

    *ding*

    “That's me guys. Let me get our pizzas in.” I tell them standing.

    I get up doing my best to move normally, but it proves harder than I expect. The small bulk of my toddler's diaper between my thighs alters my gait a bit. I probably look just a tiny bit uncomfortable in the ass area while walking, but in my mind I look like a bow-legged cowboy.

    Gonna have to remember to practice with that a bit. I think forcing myself to walk normally.

    A few strides and I’m standing at the oven. My waist is hidden from my family. I put the two pizzas directly on the rack.

    Mhhhm crispy pizza…

    As I bend down, my diaper pulls tight and my nightgown rides up my thighs. The diaper is peeking out of the waist band of my panties, but my gown doesn’t ride anywhere near that high for it to be seen.

    If my husband could see me from the table, he’d likely see the diaper behind the tight thin material of my panties poking out from under my gown. I know he’d be looking if he could!

    Too bad for Allen. I think and wiggle my ass in the air like a happy puppy.

    Then for the first time I hear myself crinkle. I break out in a huge smile and can’t hold back the happy giggle.

    “What's going on in there?” Allen calls from our tiny dining area sounding suspicious.
    “Nothing.” I call back still laughing.
    “Sounds like we're missing out on some fun in there.” Allen.
    “Nah, everything is great. I'm just glad to be home with my family.” Me.

    I go with a partial truth since I don’t want to talk about the diaper in front of my Doodlebug. I don’t want to admit it, but I want to keep it a secret for myself too, at least for a while.

    I feel like me wearing a diaper on purpose would be confusing for Molly at this critical potty time. I fail to consider that I have already been caught in one, and that to her perception of things probably wouldn’t be any different.

    I walk back in the dining area swaying my hips trying to look seductive as possible in a fleece mid-thigh nightgown. Allen’s smile is full of promises for adult fun time with excitement dancing in his eyes.

    That promise of intimacy lights a fire in my already warm diaper. Shaving had been a terrific idea, and it’s adding to the excitement of my situation. I can feel my entire diaper. It’s feels like taking a Band-Aid off a finger after several days and feeling things directly against your skin again, only in reverse. All that cottony goodness feels delicious.

    I saunter over to Allen bending to get a big girl kiss from my husband. I can hear myself crinkling and it just ups my thrill level. Too bad I can’t just send Molly to her room. We could get naked in the kitchen if she weren't in here with us. Yeah, I’m that freaking horney now.

    After I confirm for Allen that naked things are coming with my lips, I sit back down. I take a deep breath to ask Allen about his day and try to focus on something besides my rampant teenage-level hormones when Molly tugs on my sleeve pointing at the coloring books on the table.

    We keep a twenty-four pack of colored pencils and a stack of coloring books on the kitchen table for just such occasions. Molly talks, but she's not much for conversation, and those colored pencils have saved more than one meal in the last few years.

    “Hey Doodlebug, let's color Daddy a picture.” Me.
    “May I have da street one Mommy.” Molly.
    “Good manners princes, it’s THE street one. Sesame Street.” Allen.
    “I'll take the Spider-Man one.” Me.

    Molly just sort of ignores her dad’s verbal guidance reaching for the requested book. We color a few pages while waiting on the pizza to cook. I take my time and color my picture thoroughly. It’s a nice job, if I do say so myself! Coloring has always been therapeutic for. I really relax simply sitting there in my diaper coloring Spider-Man pages with my daughter.

    “Rob, babe, don't chew on your hair.” Allen chastises me.
    “I, what.” I blew a raspberry spitting my blonde hair from my mouth.
    “Jeez, I haven't done that in years.” I stutter softly to myself.

    *ding*

    Allen puts a hand up to stop me from getting out of my chair.

    “You just keep coloring babe. I'll cut up the pizza. You look sort of cute sitting there.” Allen smiles at me.
    “Yay, Mommy cowors wid me!” Molly.
    “Colors.” Allen.
    “Colors.” Molly says concentrating.
    “With.” Allen.
    “Wiff.” Molly.

    Allen shrugs indicting that her last shot was close enough.

    “Alright, since you're both twisting my arm.” I grin happy to stay seated and finish coloring my page.

    I knock out the page I started while Allen gets the pizzas out of the oven and plates them. Then, I pick out another page from my super hero coloring book. I’ve always loved superheroes, but it is a causal fandom. I decide to see how black and yellow looks on our friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. Cause… why not?

    I unconsciously narrow my focus on my coloring. I slip away from all the fuss that usually clouds my head. Full Coverage. Stay between the lines. Even color depth. Light position.

    Let’s see, I’ll trace the outer edge of the yellows to a darker shade just inside the existing black lines. Yeah, I like that. Really helps the contrast with the black to yellow conversion.

    Molly and I are coloring so hard that we don’t even notice Allen coming back. He walks up to the table and sits the two cut pizzas down, and grabs our drinks for a refill. When he walks behind me to get to his seat, he reaches down and slides a finger between my cheek and my hair. He pulls gently and I feel my hair tugging from my mouth.

    Again? Huh, I didn’t even really notice.

    “Rob, baby, I asked you to keep your hair out of your mouth.” Allen chastises me again with a huge smile on his face.
    “Sorry, I truthfully didn’t even notice that I had started chewing on it again.” I apologize.
    Asked me…” I mumble loud enough to be heard on purpose clearly displaying my displeasure.
    “Sorry babe. I just don’t want Molly to start that. Apparently, it’s at least a twenty-four year habit.” He tells me tucking my hair behind my ears on both sides of my head.

    It’s a sweet gesture. I loved him for it for giving me the tender reminder. His hand rests on my shoulder as he looks at Spidey’s new threads. I reach up and put my hand over his trying to push my love through the contact feeling a bit guilty about being pissed.

    “Cool costume remake. Eat up girls. Friday night is movie night. I’m feeling some like Dory since the second one is out. I haven’t seen it yet.” Allen.
    “I love Ellen. Such a sweetheart.” Me.
    “Nemo!” Molly squeals.
    “Speaking of nemo, when is the last time we did the filter sock? I think the charcoal is due too. Do we have any saltwater mixed up?” I ask Allen.
    “Yeah, I have like twenty gallons mixed up on your cart.” Allen.
    “Do you want tank work or dishes?” I ask Allen as I plate some pizza for Molly and me.
    “Uh… we’ll get the dishes. You fit down there better than I do anyway.” Allen fires away at our long running size joke.
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    Re: Unconventional Solutions - 2.

    It amazes me that a story about a horny mom developing a diaper fetish can be so darned cute​! :-)

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    4.

    Allen’s nearly six and a half feet tall and a bit over two hundred fifty pounds. I likes my men big! Me, I’m pretty average at five foot three. The pediatrician is positive Molly will race after her Daddy’s height, and that I’ll soon be the shortest inhabitant of the house. Frankly, it won’t be as far away as I’d like. I’ll have a giant of a man and an Amazon of a girl around here in about ten years.

    “Good thing I’m close to the floor! Someone has to clean up after you you great hairy beast!” I giggle.

    We joke and eat till about seven thirty. Molly is practically yawning at the table. Her normal bedtime is eight. I’m antsy to have her in bed safe behind her door. I’m horney and my diaper needs my husband’s attention.

    We Smiths are early to rise, it’s just, Allen and I are late to bed and early to rise. When Molly is asleep is the only time we get to be a couple any more. We guard that time jealously.

    I wonder if we could keep up the eight o’clock bedtime even after we don’t send her to bed at that time. I could make it room time not bedtime… I mean she wouldn’t have to go to bed, just be in her room. I have no idea how successful that will be, but Damn! It’s worth trying!

    Weekends are the exception. Molly pretty much gets to stay up till she crashes on Friday and Saturday nights. It’s clear she isn’t going to last long today. I yawn and stretch too as I stand. I feel my nightgown lift, and just for fun I bend forward a bit making sure that I’d flash my diaper at the living room.

    I flush realizing I’m being more than a little bit naughty.

    Allen and Molly get up to work on the dishes and I head toward the living room to work on our aquarium.

    It’s a nice custom one-hundred and ten gallon tank I’d made. Allen is pretty handy with wood work so I “let” him help here and there. We had special glass cut for the front panels, and we siliconed our own aquarium together. I had researched for months and planned the whole tank design. It was a bit of an obsession for a while there. I can get like that, you know stuck on something.

    We talked it through and built both the tank and stand to make water changes and maintenance as easy as possible. So easy I could do it myself, but in the end it is still my tank. They are my fish and coral, and my responsibility. Allen and Molly love watching them, but they’d both rather leave maintenance to me and just enjoy them.

    Getting to work, I drop the clogged filter sock into an old butter dish and put a new one in the sump. I scrub some algae loose from the sides of the sump and the display tank. The whole time I relish in the not so private pleasure that my hidden diaper is bringing me.

    Allen and Molly don’t make it back into the living room until after I finish up with the tank which is a clear loss for Allen. I was flashing padded ass cheeks left and right! I sit down on the loveseat with my aquarium directly to my right. Allen comes in with popcorn and Molly is carrying some cans of pop.

    “Allen, you’re spoiling me!” I tell him lovingly.
    “There’s no one I’d rather spoil more, except maybe my princess.” He says sitting the popcorn down and hugging Molly.

    Soda goes right through me. I wonder if he’s figured out my diapered situation?

    Molly has a little bean bag chair in the rough shape of a recliner. It’s pink and covered in ponies. She pulls it up beside her father's legs. I tuck my feet up under me sitting side saddle facing the TV with the tank on my right, Allen on my left, and the hidden diaper on my butt.

    It is heaven for me.

    I pull my fleece gown up a bit so I didn’t feel like I’m trapped in the shirt. Claustrophobia inside one’s own night gown sounds goofy, but wake me up tangled like a burrito and watch me flip the hell out!

    I purposefully flash him my pantie clad rear end. I bet if he tries hard, he could make out the outline of the diaper in the tight material. The abstract pattern on this pair probably prevents visible edges.

    I smirk behind my popcorn. It’s thrilling. Sitting here diapered is so innocently naughty, so inappropriately comfortable. I wiggle around excessively trying to get comfortable. I’m purposely filling the air with crinkles. I feel like a kid again excited about the unknown parts of sex with my partner. It’s fucking amazing.

    This could be addictive… I ponder.

    Allen just has no reason to look for that sound coming from my rear end despite me being this close to him. Besides, Molly is having trouble being still and clouding the air with diaper noises.

    One of my true pleasures in life is people watching. Watching them fight sleep is very entertaining too, especially toddlers. She’s wiggling all over the place even shaking her head trying to stay awake.

    He has no real reason to believe it’s me. Nothing but the sound even connects the noises with my hidden secret. Allen just laughs while watching Molly watch the movie. We’ve seen it a million times, so we mostly “people-watch” her while she watches her favorite parts.

    Allen gets out his tablet and starts reading some fantasy novel or another. The man reads all the time! I keep wiggling around and smirking behind my drink and popcorn. Once he draws the connection it’ll be obvious like a blinking neon sign, but apparently not until then.

    I decide to up my flirty game. I stretch out my legs until they are touching Allen. He looks over at me with an inquisitive look on his face. I just smile and rub his thigh with my foot. We aren’t very adventurous in the bedroom, but neither of us were board either. We were just happy, and happy is ok too.

    Allen reaches down and rubs my sock covered feet. It feels heavenly and I can’t help the little moans that escape my salty lips.

    Damn, this feels so nice.

    His strong hands cause me to writhe in happiness, hidden pleasure, and with a touch of pain. Turns out, my feet are knotted up muscle mess and I really needed a message.

    “Mommy, u k?” Molly askes.
    “Yeah Doodlebug, mommies feet hurt and Daddy is fixing it. It kind of hurts, but makes me feel better when he’s done. Daddy is super strong.” I explain.

    My little goofball just looks at us and then uprights herself. She throws her legs over mine with her head in the seat of her chair. She’s totally upside down at this point. I cringe knowing this is going to wake her up a bit.

    “Daddy fix my feets too.” She asks/demands.
    “Mommy, I’ve only got one hand. Can I fix Molly’s feet?” Allen.
    “Of course Daddy will, Molly will probably feel so good she’ll fall asleep.” I tease my inverted yawning daughter.

    I love a foot rub, the intimate contact, the message itself. It always feels great just because someone cares enough to spend the time on me. I’ll spend the time on Allen later, and he knows it making him an eager participant.

    After a few minutes I have Molly sit up, “Ok Doodlebug, right yourself. You're showing your panties to God and everyone.”

    Molly “eeped” in that little girl way and swirls around having been totally ignorant of her exposure. Allen had rubbed her feet for a few minutes and that had relaxed her enough that she’d nearly fallen asleep upside down! Turning around like that will keep her up a few minutes longer, but it couldn’t be avoided.

    He resumes his one handed mission to turn my feet in the well kneaded butter, it was melting me too! I take whichever foot that he isn’t working on and keep a steady rub on his thigh. I’m craving a different kind of contact, but this will have to do for now.

    Molly throws a last yawn around the room before simply leaning over and falling asleep. We wait a few moments after her head goes slack in her bean bag recliner, then Allen turns off the movie. I get up slowly so as not to spook her, and clear a path through the toys in her room.

    Allen follows me into her bedroom after having given me enough time to clean up a bit. He lays our Doodlebug Princess down for the night. We pray over her and sneak out of her room. Closing the bedroom door is always the trickiest part with the highest risk of waking her, but we manage.

    I head for the living room and Allen makes for the bathroom to get his shower.

    I’m tip toeing around my house picking up toys, bowls, and popcorn kernels. I hear my crinkling and it just ups my arousal. A bit of a wicked thought strikes me while I’m sitting in the living room by myself.

    I realize that diapers are going to be a part of my life from here on out, if for nothing else, randomly injecting some fun into our love life. I’d never given them a second thought beyond protecting stuff from Molly’s leaky rear end, but I have now.

    I commit myself to teasing Allen with my diaper covered ass. I slip my panties down freeing the diaper.

    I hope this thing will stay on without my panties. God, this feels like the first time I wore lingerie. How weird is that!

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    Re: Unconventional Solutions - 4.

    The dialogue formatting is a little goofy. While is still readable, I think you could do a lot more, easily, with more detailed tags than simply stating the speaker. I'm not demanding you go into exquisite detail about each line, but as it is, it sometimes looks a bit like a script or screenplay.


    But enough of that, because I've been enjoying this story quite a bit.
    While the mental hurdle of actually putting on a diaper the first time is an interesting topic, and likewise, there's usually a lot of wondering and second-guessing when someone finds out they actually like it, I'm perfectly okay with shifting the focus from that, to the full embracing of the interest that you're doing.

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