Four

Philip’s skin is a little tanner than it was before he left for Greece. He hasn’t shaved in a few days, and the dark stubble is starting to form a rather sexy looking beard. If he keeps it, I’m pretty sure that I’m going to be calling him ‘Daddy’ in a few days.

Actually, I like the sound of that, and I might not wait for the beard to fully form.

“So,” he says, taking a little sip of his hot coffee. “How did that go?”

We’ve talked a bit since he’s returned, but this feels like the first time we’re sitting down for a full conversation. Luna’s not here, and I don’t hear her collar jingling elsewhere, so I have to assume she’s curled up somewhere for a little cat-nap. She’s back to her natural state–collar, cat ears, a thick diaper, and nothing else.

“It was great,” I say. I’m not sure what ‘that’ he’s speaking of–our little venture to the bar or perhaps the entire week he wasn’t around. Either way, my answer is accurate.

“I’m happy to hear that. I was worried.”

“Worried? Why?”

“I shouldn’t have been worried,” he smirks. “Clearly you had a great time with your petsitting duties. I guess I just couldn’t help but feel, you know, a little nervous about it all.”

“Sure,” I say. “I get that. This was the first time you were leaving your precious pet in the care of someone else. I’d have been worried too.”

“Luna loves you.”

“She’s wonderful.”

“No,” he says, smiling and shaking his head. “She loves you.”

I know this already, but the words still hit me pretty hard. “I love her too.” It’s the first time, I think, that I’ve said this aloud.

“And how was that, uh, little excursion you two went on?”

I smile. It hasn’t been a secret that I snuck his pet out of the house for a few drinks, but we haven’t actually talked about it much. I’m a little nervous, but his smirk comforts me some–if he truly didn’t approve of it, I would’ve been told as much already.

“Quite nice,” I respond.

“I’ll be honest, I was a little surprised that you didn’t ask me first.”

“What’s that saying? It’s better to ask for forgiveness than for permission?”

“Do you think I would’ve said ‘no’ if you had asked?”

“I have no idea.”

“I might’ve said no,” he says. “I would’ve had a hard time imagining the logistics. Getting her new clothes. Getting her to agree to the idea in the first place, really. And not to mention her diapers and hiding them and the possibility that you’d have to change her while out and about… It’s hard for me not to have seen the worst case scenario.”

“That’s fair,” I say. I’m actually pretty happy that he’s being so forward with me about his feelings–I would hate to think he was holding on to any sort of resentment about this in the future.

“Luna tells me she had a good time, though,” he continues. “And so I can’t really be that upset about it.”

“Did she tell you about what we did when we were out?”

“No,” he says. “But that’s okay with me. I don’t need to know. It’s good that you two have something that’s just yours. And, I suppose, it’s good that whatever you two have is different from whatever she and I have.”

I sigh with relief. It feels good to get it all out like that.

He opens his mouth again, a little more hesitant this time: “Still…I wish I knew about it first. In the future, maybe you could just let me know?”

“Of course,” I say, humbly. I’m not sure where it comes from, but an idea suddenly comes to me–a peace offering I can make to show that I respect his rules: “If you think you need to punish me…”

“Punish?” he asks, his grin getting a little bigger. “You think you need to be punished?”

“I’m just saying. If you really want to make sure I’ve learned my lesson…”

He laughs. “You can just say that you want to be spanked, Nora. We don’t have to call it a ‘punishment.’”

===

Our half-full coffee cups have been abandoned and they remain sitting on the kitchen table. There’s a trail of discarded clothes–all of which are mine–that starts in the kitchen and ends at the chair in the living room where he sits. I’m completely nude–more so than Luna, who at least gets to wear a diaper. I’m lying across Philip’s lap, my ass sticking up in the air.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asks. “This is the last time I’m going to ask.”

“I deserve it,” I say.

“If you say so.”

Whap!

There’s no pause. No warm-up. No warning. It’s just the sudden collision of his open hand and my ass, making a crisp slapping sound that seems to reverberate through the whole house. A high-pitched yelp is pushed from my lips.

I’m expecting him to check in with me–maybe to ask if that was too hard or to make sure that I’m alright. No. Instead, his hand smacks into my bare ass again–perhaps even harder than the first time. Smack!

I let out a pathetic whimper. From elsewhere, I can hear the jingling of Luna’s collar. It’s getting closer–and the closer it gets, the faster my heart beats. I’m not sure how I didn’t consider the possibility of Luna seeing me in this state before–but it’s fine. Let her see. Let her watch.

Slap! Slap! Slap! A quick flurry of spanks further irritates my already-sore bottom. Tears well in my eyes, and I even feel a rogue tear escaping to roll down my cheeks.

Luna’s in the doorway of the living room now, on her hands and knees. She’s staring at us with an intense look of curiosity and interest on her face.

Smack!

I shout something–some indecipherable word that’s somewhere between a yelp and babyish babble. The pain is intense, but it’s a good pain. The best pain I’ve ever felt, I think. My pussy is wet, and I have no doubt I’m probably dripping onto his pants.

More swats come, but they all start to blend together. He keeps me in a steady position of pain and pleasure, adding a few tender rubbing motions to the routine between the next batch of smacks.

He says something to me, but I don’t really understand the words–I’m far too lost in the moment. “Uh…what?”

“I asked if you could come with me,” he says.

“Of course,” I say, practically whispering. I almost add: “Whatever you want,” but that seems implied.

He helps me to my feet, takes my hand, and pulls me across the living room. I can see that Luna is still there, though I can’t really focus on how she’s reacting to this at the moment.

We’re going to the bedroom, I think. He’s going to fuck me. My punishment is out of the way–and here comes the reward. I can’t wait.

No. Wait a second… We’re walking right past the doorway of the bedroom. Well, if we’re not going there, where the hell are we going?

I realize, a moment too late, where we’re headed.

“I need you to hop up on the table for me,” he says. “Do you need help?”

“The, uh, changing table?”

“That’s right.”

“But…”

“You wanted to be punished, right?”

“Uh, well…” I have no idea what to say to this. This wasn’t something I saw coming, and I have no idea what to make of it.

“Come on,” he says, giving my sore heinie a gentle pat. “Up on the table. This will be good for you.”

I can’t say whether or not I agree with him–but I certainly trust his judgement. I climb up to the cushioned top of the changing table and lie down on my back, wincing as my spanked ass makes contact with the surface.

I tell myself: “Maybe it’s not what you think it is. He’s tricking you. You think he’s going to diaper you, but he’s not actually going to do that.”

But he’s got a diaper in his hands. He’s unfolding it. He’s spreading my legs and slowly sliding it underneath me.

===

It’s me–I recognize myself in the mirror–but I’ve never seen myself like this before.

It’s just a diaper. But it changes everything about me. The thick white garment makes it hard for me to close my legs. It makes me look rounder. Softer, somehow. It shaves years off of my life.

In the bottom corner of the mirror, I see Luna–still on her hands and knees. She’s smiling, but it’s not a cruel or mocking smile–instead it seems more sweet and supportive.

“What do you think?” he asks.

“It’s…thick.”

“I bet.” He paces behind me, staring down at my ass so he can take it in from different angles. “You know, I can’t believe I didn’t think of this sooner.”

I’m not sure how to respond to that. Does he think that I look better in a diaper? Am I setting myself up to be his next pet? I’m not entirely sure that I’m opposed to it, but this is all so new to me.

“If you want to be able to take care of my precious Luna,” he continues, “it would probably help if you had a little experience seeing the world like she does.”

Ah. That’s interesting. A little bit of kinky tourism. I like this idea a lot more than just being relegated to ‘permanent-pet’ status.

“What do you think?” he asks. “Think you could spend one day like this?”

“If you want me to,” I say.

“I’m not going to cut you any slack. You won’t be wearing any clothes. You’ll be wearing your diaper all day. You’ll have to crawl, like Luna does.”

I nod. “I can do that.”

“And if you’re leaving your diaper on all day… Well, you’d be expected to…”

“Use it?” I ask. It should’ve been obvious, but I haven’t considered this.

He nods. “That’s right. No exceptions.”

I feel my cheeks warming as I run a nervous hand through my hair. “I guess that’s fine.”

I’m in a safe place, surrounded by people who wouldn’t judge me for using a diaper. Hell, one of them is probably in a soggy diaper herself right now. If there was ever a time for me to wear–and use–a giant diaper…this is probably it.

But could I actually do that? Could I actually piss myself? Could I…poop?

I laugh out loud just thinking about squatting down and pushing a big load into the back of my diaper. It’s one thing to see Luna do it–but I just can’t imagine myself doing the same thing.

“If you’re ready,” he says from behind me, “maybe it’s time to get down on your hands and knees.”

The doubt and hesitation that I’ve felt is slowly dissipating. You know what? Why not enjoy this? It’s crazy and it’s weird, but I can also see how it might be sort of fun. Maybe even…liberating? I can almost view it as a vacation from the normalcy of adulthood–a state of life I’ve grown pretty tired of as of late.

I smile, looking at myself in the mirror again–acknowledging the plump curve of the diaper contrasted against my more familiar body-shape. Then, I take a deep breath and lower myself to my knees before lowering my torso until my hands are on the ground.

What am I? Another cat? A big ol’ baby? I suppose it doesn’t matter.

As if reading my mind, Philip approaches with a headband in his hands–one with furry cat-ears mounted to the top of it. Likely one of Luna’s. He bends down and carefully fits it over my head. When he’s finished, I look in the mirror one more time. I’m only wearing two things–but they change everything about me. On my hands and knees, in a diaper and some cat ears, I look completely different. But in a good way, I think.

“Well…here we go.”

===

It quickly gets easier. Easier than I thought it’d be. I’m not sure if that means that crawling around in a diaper is just an easy thing for anyone–or if it’s just a concept easily grasped by me. I’m okay with not knowing which it is, I think. Though I’m curious to know which Luna thinks is more true for herself.

It occurs to me, as I crawl, that this just isn’t something I have to do very much as an adult. Even in my early teens, I can remember crawling through the grass during a game or crawling around in my room to look for something. But I feel like an entire decade has gone by with very few reasons to just…crawl.

The world looks different as I move around. Bigger, I suppose. Everything towers above me. When I see Philip standing near me, he looks like a giant god.

An owner, I think. And I’m his pet. Just like Luna.

Too, even if I did crawl around often, I don’t think it would be anything like this–wearing nothing but a diaper. Cat ears as well–but I barely even think about them unless I happen to see my reflection in something. It’s the diaper, and the lack of other clothes, that changes everything. My breasts heave and wobble as I move about in a way that I’m just not used to. And the thick padding between my thighs manages to slow me down. It’s like my body, not sure what to do with the extra bulk, is trying to compensate for it–but isn’t sure how.

Just do what Luna does.

Luna is a professional kitty-cat. She crawls around with confidence. Sometimes, especially when I’m down on the same level as her, I look at her and can almost see a panther moving.

“I have to pee,” I say to her about an hour into my temporary transformation into a housepet. I don’t actually mean to say it to anyone in particular, but she’s present when I complain out loud.

“You know what to do,” she whispers, taking a cautious look around. I’ve never heard Philip tell Luna to be silent, but it’s always seemed clear that he prefers when Luna isn’t using her big-girl words as much.

“Easy for you to say. This is all you ever do.”

“You’ll like it,” she says. “You’ll see.”

I’m sure she’s right. In fact, I know, she’s right. I’ve daydreamed about what it might be like to piss myself a few times since my first introduction to Luna’s diapers, I’m not ashamed to say. The hard part, of course, is actually doing it. Convincing my body to just let my bladder go when I’m not sitting on a toilet. Because, for as long as I can remember–that’s the only place I’ve ever taken a piss.

“It’s not hard to do,” Luna says, perhaps predicting what I’m thinking about.

“How do you do it?” I ask.

“Well…I don’t really think about it anymore,” she shrugs. “It just…happens.”

Fair enough. I think back to our trip to the bar, and how she had so effortlessly managed to piss in her diaper despite being in a public place.

“When’s the last time you used a potty?” I ask, my cheeks warming a little at my juvenile use of ‘potty’ instead of ‘toilet.’

“Oh…it’s been a while,” Luna says.

“Are you, like, un…potty trained?”

Luna grimaces for a moment. “I think so. Maybe. I don’t really think about that either. I just go when I have to, because that’s my only option.”

“Sounds un-potty trained to me.”

Luna shrugs again, this time accompanied by a girlish giggle. Goddamn, she’s so fucking adorable, and I feel like she just knows how crazy it makes me.

“I’m wet,” she says to me. “You should wet yourself too.”

I find her suggestion to be very effective. Suddenly, my body seems willing to cooperate. My bladder is willing and ready to unleash at my command.

So, as those Disney princesses would say: I let it go.

I thought I had a pretty good idea of how this would feel when it happened. I imagined it’d feel, well, warm and wet. And it is both of those things–but it’s also so much more than that. The way that the padding swells, for one–it changes everything about how the diaper feels on me. It becomes heavier and it hangs differently. That moist warmth sticks to my skin.

“You like it?” Luna asks.

“Y-you could tell that I…”

“Uh huh. I watched it happen.”

I shouldn’t be surprised by this–I’ve seen her soak her diaper plenty of times. It’s funny that I forget how obvious such a sight is when I’m the one wearing the pissy diaper.

I need to answer her question: “Yes. I…like it.”

Luna just smiles. She doesn’t say it out loud, but her face makes her general sentiment pretty obvious: “I told you so.”

I find it crazy that an actual infant will cry and whine about needing their diaper changed. Really? They’d want to get out of this? This warmth? It feels like I’m sitting in my own personal hot tub. The padding has become dense and squishy, and it brings me delight to press my hand into it, feeling the saturated garment contort between my fingers. Too, touching the diaper sends little jolts of electricity through my body. I definitely understand why someone would want to wear a diaper now.

“Careful,” Luna says to me, her tone so soft that I just barely hear her.

“Hmm?” I hear her, I’m just looking for more context. I’m almost entirely distracted by playing with my diaper now, and all I want to do is rub the front of it.

“Uhm…he…” But her voice trails off. There are footsteps coming from the other room.

Philip is in the doorway, looking bigger and taller than he’s ever looked to me before. God, he’s such a handsome man, especially from down here.

“I’m just checking in on my pets,” he says. “And it looks like we might have had an accident or two?”

I open my mouth to confirm his suspicion, but I stop myself. I’ve seen this interaction between him and Luna enough times to know that she never answers him when he asks a question like this. He wants to check for himself.

He does a quick inspection of Luna’s diaper first–not that he ever needs to look that hard. He feels the bottom of her diaper and pulls the waist of it away from the small of her back so that he can take a quick peek inside of it. “Wet, as usual. You’ll need to be changed.”

The smile on his face grows as he steps away from Luna and approaches me.

“Now, then. Let’s see how our newest little kitten is doing.”

The closer he gets to me, the quicker my heart pitters and patters. Is this how Luna feels everyday? If so…I might be tempted to submit my resignation as another adult in this household.

His hand reaches between my legs, giving my plump and heavy diaper a good squeeze. His hand lingers there for a while longer than I expect, his fingers carefully measuring just how bloated and swollen the padding has become. Then, just as he had with Luna, he pulls the back of the diaper away from my skin so he can peer inside of it.

“I almost wished I had seen a dirty little load back here,” he says. “Ah well. Maybe next time? You’re going to need a change too.”

I’m salivating, just thinking about what it might feel like to have him run a damp baby wipe across my pissy cunt.

“But,” he adds. “There’s something else we have to do first.”

I’m very curious.

“I, uh, want to show you something,” Philip says, reaching into his pocket.

I have no idea what to expect. If he pulled out a raygun–one capable of permanently reducing me to a pants-messing kitten–I’d believe it.

It’s just his cell phone. Less dramatic, though I’m still curious. He taps the screen a few times before handing it to me. I take it in both hands–like being handed some ancient relic that I have to handle with the utmost care–and look at the screen. It’s black, with that familiar triangle shape that designates the option to play a video.

What am I going to see when I press it?

===

It’s a very familiar scene–one that I’ve seen before. Hell, I was there for it the first time it happened. In fact, there I am in the video. It’s me and Luna. She’s on her knees and I’m walking around her. This is extremely familiar to me, except for the angle that the scene is captured from.

“Stay there,” I hear myself say to her. “Don’t move.”

I know what happens next, but I watch anyway as I–the me in the video–drops down to my knees and proceeds to lean towards the backs of her thighs where I lick away the droplets of urine and sweat beading on her skin. I know what comes after this–the diaper goes over Luna’s face. I want to watch it, but I certainly don’t need to. Especially not while Philip is watching me watch the video.

I pause it and hand the phone back to him.

“I…didn’t realize you have cameras set up in the house,” I say.

“And I apologize,” he says. “I originally got them to keep an eye on Luna when I was initially training her. I don’t have to check on the footage much anymore, so I tend to forget they’re around. Had I remembered before I went away, I’d have told you they were there.”

I want to believe him, but his story does seem a little too convenient. “So, when did you remember the cameras were there…recording everything that happened while you were away?” I suppose this isn’t how a little subservient pet is supposed to sound, but it feels like a justifiable question.

He sighs. “A day or two ago. Though I didn’t actually check the footage until this morning.”

I feel my face burning from shame. While I do wish that I had known about the cameras earlier, my first reaction is to apologize: “I…I’m sorry…”

“No,” he says, holding out his palm to stop me. “I should be the one apologizing to you. Besides, I was rather fond of what I saw in the footage.”

“R-really?”

“It’s clear that you were enjoying yourself,” he continues. “Just as it was clear that Luna was enjoying that little moment too.”

I quickly look over in Luna’s direction, finding her cheeks glowing bright pink as well.

Philip slides the phone back into his pocket and strokes my hair. “Do you wonder how Luna felt at that moment? When she was holding her pissy diaper against her face while you got her off?”

I bit my bottom lip. “A, uhm, little. Yeah.”

“I thought so. Well, seeing as you’re my pet for the day–I’m wondering if I should let you have that experience too. Maybe it’d be good for you to see what that feels like?”

I open my mouth to ask if he’s being serious or not, but I find it hard to get the words out. He’s serious–I know Philip well enough to know that he wouldn’t say it if he doesn’t mean it. Really, the only question is the one I have to ask myself: Was this something that I wanted to experience?

Well…yeah. I do. I want to experience everything. Why not? Besides, I think Philip is right–experiencing the things that Luna does, even if it’s just once, will make me a better caregiver for her.

I finally answer his question: “Yes.”

===

“You did this,” he says. “Are you proud of yourself?”

His words sound extremely familiar, but I can’t recall why.

Oh wait. Yes–I know exactly where I heard that before. That’s what I said to Luna when I had her press her pissy diaper against her face.

Just like I was doing now. My face held the saturated padding against my skin, and I feel the still-warm liquid being squeezed out so that it runs down my face and my neck.

“Yes,” I say. It’s the only answer.

All I can smell now is my piss. Later, when I’m finally allowed to pull the diaper from my face, I’ll continue to smell like piss–it’s in my hair.

“Dirty little kitten,” he coos to me. That also sounds familiar. It should–I said that to Luna as well.

I can’t help but reply with a pathetic whimper.

Luna’s somewhere in the room. I forget about her sometimes, but then I’ll hear the jingle of her collar. She’s here, and she’s watching this happen to me. She likes this little show, I’m sure of that. I’d like it too if I were her.

Philip’s fingers find their way to my wet pussy and he slowly explores my vulva, looking to see what sorts of motions and gestures cause me to emit the loudest moans. It’s not hard. Like me, though, he seems to know his way around a clit, and his fingers slowly make circular motions that cause me to breathe harder and harder.

I’m panting and moaning. I’m shaking and quivering. I’m…

“Are you peeing?” he asks.

I believe that I am. I have no idea what’s come over me–I’m suddenly pissing all over his hand and the floor beneath me as he fingers me. I expect him to stop, but he persists. It makes the moment even hotter. “Mmmmmuhhh,” I mutter loudly, a nonsensical word that doesn’t even begin to convey what I’m feeling.

“You’re going to clean that when we’re done, aren’t you?” he asks.

I’d answer him with actual words if I could. Instead, all I can offer is an “Uhhhhmmmmmmm…”

“I’m going to make you get down on the ground and lick up that little puddle you made,” he says.

“Mmmfff.”

“And you, you dirty little kitten, you’re going to love that, I bet.”

“Mm…”

“You’re going to beg me for more later, just you watch. You’ll ask for another diaper.”

He’s probably right about that. I release another moan, a low and drawn out sound as his fingers further nestle into my dripping cunt. I’m on the verge of cumming, and I’m sure he could guess this too–given the way my body is trembling.

“Luna,” he says. “Come here.”

I almost forgot she’s here, watching me, but then I hear that telltale jingling of her collar from the other side of the wet diaper I’m being made to wear as a mask. She’s getting closer and closer. And now she’s here, right next to me–I can feel the warmth of her body near me.

“Luna, finish what I started, will you?” he asks. “Use your little fingers and get her off for me?”

“Yes,” she says softly.

“And when you’re done, I expect the both of you to lick up that puddle.”

“Yes,” she says again.

For a split second, I feel very guilty. Luna is expected to put her face down to the ground and lap up my piss? That doesn’t seem fair.

Except…

Well, I know Luna. I imagine her heart is beating quickly and that, inside her equally pissy diaper, her pussy is probably pretty wet too. She’d want to lick up my piss. Later on, she’s going to thank me for this.

All that’s left to do is cum, and I do–a loud and dramatic scene where my body shakes and I utter a stream of songlike grunts and moans. I clutch Luna’s arm and hold it in place tightly.

===

Philip tops off my wine glass before sliding his arm over my shoulders, pulling me in closer to his body.

“Are you okay?” he asks

“My butt hurts,” I shrug.

“It might sting for a day or two,” he says. “I’m sorry if I went a little too hard with the spanking.”

“No,” I say, laughing. “It’s…a good hurt. That’s a thing, right?”

He nods. “I’m sure Luna would agree with you.”

“It hurts to sit,” I say. “But I also kind of like that. It’s a nice reminder.”

“Maybe we should do this sort of thing every so often?” he asks. He almost sounds like he’s joking. “If you like it so much.”

“No, I absolutely think we should do this again,” I say. “Every once in a while, I’m going to need you to keep me in my place.”

“I’m going to hold you to that,” he says.

“Next time, I’m going to make a very dirty diaper for you to change.”

“Oh?”

“That’s a promise.” Of course, I can’t say this to him without feeling my cheeks warm a bit.

“That’s good,” he says. “Well…I don’t necessarily mean it’s good that you’re going to make me change yet another dirty diaper–though that’s good too. I just mean that it’s good you’re thinking ahead like that.”

“Yeah?”

“Well sure. It suggests that you plan on sticking around for a while.”

“I was hoping to.”

“Ah, but who are you sticking around for? Me? Or Luna?”

“I’d give you the honest answer,” I tease. “But I’m worried it’d hurt your feelings.”

Thankfully he laughs at this, putting a heavy hand in my lap so that he can squeeze my thigh. My entire body still feels sensitive following the day’s adventures and a little squeak escapes my lips.

“You can see why Luna likes this, hmm?”

I nod. “I don’t know how she does it all the time. Like…she lives this life 24/7.”

“She’s a special girl,” he says. “And, you know, I’m really happy that I’ve found someone I can share her with.”

“You’re not drunk now, are you?” I ask, recalling the last time we briefly talked about the future when he was still in Greece. “We can talk about this?”

He chuckles and nods, squeezing my thigh gently again. “There’s a place for you here in this home, Nora. If you want it.”

“I do.”

“That’s what I was hoping you’d say. I’m sure Luna would be happy to hear that too.”

I listen for the bell of her collar elsewhere in the house, but all is silent. I imagine that she is all tuckered out and is now curled up into a little ball and sleeping somewhere.

“I have rules for her,” he continues. “But those don’t have to be your rules for her. That’s the joy of Luna, really. She’s whatever we need her to be. Myself? I like structure. Rules. I don’t take her out of the house. I don’t buy her clothes. I don’t fuck her.”

“Well…I want to do all those things,” I say.

“I know,” he replies. “That’s what I’m saying. I’ll treat her how I want, and I encourage you to treat her how you would like. It might take a little adjusting for all of us, but I think we all want it enough to make it work.”

“I do too,” I say.

“What do you think? Should I bring you to the bedroom, lift your legs high into the air and fuck you silly? Or does your ass hurt too much for that?”

“My ass hurts just enough for that,” I smile. “In fact, if you wanted to throw in a few more slaps…”

“That can be arranged.”

===

We’re running a little late, but that’s usually what happens when I’m taking Luna anywhere. It’s not really her fault–I just consistently misunderestimate how long it takes to get her ready. I have to help her get dressed, I do her hair, I apply some makeup. I usually have to make sure she’s in a fresh diaper, too. I gave myself an hour today, and it still wasn’t long enough.

“I was starting to think you were standing me up,” Trini says at the restaurant’s table, a mostly empty martini glass sitting in front of her. Knowing her, this probably wasn’t even her first cosmo.

“I texted you,” I say. “Didn’t I?”

“Not that I saw,” she shrugs. “But it doesn’t matter. You’re here now.”

“That I am. And look–I brought a friend. Trini, I want you to meet Luna. Luna? This is my best friend Trini.”

Trini stands up and extends a hand towards Luna, but Luna practically slaps it away as she moves in for the hug instead. There’s only a slight moment of hesitation before Trini embraces Luna back.

It’s important to me that these two–the most important women in my life now–not only meet, but hit it off. Of course, this wouldn’t be possible if I wasn’t honest with Trini first–so I told her everything.

Well, just about everything. There’s a handful of details I left out–but I told her all the important things. I told her about how Luna is Philip’s pet. I told her about how Luna wears diapers. I told her about how Luna only wears clothes when I take her out of the house with me. I told her that I’m just as much in a relationship with Luna as I am with Philip. And while it’s pretty obvious, given everything else I’ve said, I told her that Luna is incredibly important to me.

Trini had questions–plenty of them–but I wouldn’t have told her these things if I didn’t think I could trust her. The fact that Trini is here now, hugging Luna, tells me everything I need to know about how much I love and respect her.

“So,” Trini says as the three of us take seats around the table. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Luna’s cheeks redden a little and she shrugs. “Good things?”

Trini laughs. “I assume so. Nora seems to think they’re good things. If she says that these things are good–I believe her.”

“She’s told me a lot about you too,” Luna says to her. “All good things. You sound like a lovely friend.”

“Well,” Trini says, her face getting a little pink. “I like her already.”

I couldn’t ask for a better time with my two closest girls. I was a little worried that Luna would clam up and fade into the background while Trini and I talked with each other for a few hours–but she manages to hold her own. She participates in conversations. Asks questions. She laughs when we laugh. There’s moments when I look at Luna and almost don’t recognize her as the diaper-wetting housecat in Philip’s apartment. Aside from her purple collar–which she still insists on wearing whenever we leave the house–Luna is just as much an adult woman as Trini or I.

“You doing okay?” I ask Luna at one point, as the server takes away some empty plates from the table. “Do you need your diaper changed or anything?”

I immediately blush, surprised that I said that as loudly as I had–and in front of Trini, no less.

“I…I think I’m alright for now,” Luna says, nodding. She looks a little embarrassed, but nearly as much as I do.

“Diapers,” Trini says. “That’s… Well, I’m not sure if I’ll ever get used to hearing about that.”

“You’d be surprised by how quickly it becomes normal,” I say. “Like, I know that it wouldn’t be seen as ‘normal’ by anyone else in society. But for us…it’s just how it is. And we like it.”

“I guess that’s the hardest part of this all for me to swallow,” Trini says. “You like changing diapers? And we’re talking, like…big diapers too.”

I laughed, feeling the momentary bout of embarrassment wash away. “It’s a special time for us, I’m not going to lie. Maybe I ought to have you over sometime and you can watch me change her?”

Now it was Luna who was blushing.

To my surprise, Trini was smiling and nodding. “You know? I might take you up on that someday. Can’t say I’d ever get to experience anything like that in my life otherwise.”

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My thighs are spread wide and Philip's head is stuck between them, exploring my wet pussy with his tongue–and doing an incredibly good job of it too. I know that Luna is somewhere in the mostly dark bedroom with us–I hear the bell on her collar jingling as she crawls around the base of the bed.

Everything is just as it should be.

Brrrrt. From the side of the bed, there’s the sound of flatulence–a wet and muddy sound that I’ve come to learn is usually a sign of messes to come.

“Should we take a break for a moment?” Philip asks, pulling his mouth out of my crotch. “I could change her before we…”

“Let her go,” I say. “She can wait.”

Another wet and muffled rumble comes from Luna’s diapered bottom, this time accompanied by the sound of her diaper crinkling–no doubt expanding to accommodate the mass being pushed out of her tight little back door.

“Come up here,” I say to her.

“Huh?” Philip asks, again pausing his oral exercises.

“Not you, babe. You keep doing what you’re doing. Luna? You come up here on the bed with me.”

She does as she’s asked, crawling atop the bed and slowly sliding against my side where she curls around me. One of her legs sits atop my belly, placing her loaded diaper just a few inches from where Philip’s face is. I’m not sure if he’ll mind or not–though I’m sure he’ll tell me later.

Luna’s mouth is perched just outside of my ear, and she whispers directly into it: “Hi.”

A musical “Mm,” is all I can offer in return as Philip, once more, heightens the pleasure with his tongue.

My hand slides down her back until I reach her diaper. My fingers quickly find the lump they’re looking for–a firm bulge that fills out most of what used to be slack in her diaper. It’s an impressively large lump–I’m looking forward to taking care of this later. It’s going to be a while, of course. After Philip’s finished using his tongue on me, he’s going to need to use his cock on me too.

Luna’s face nestles into my armpit for a moment before I sense a little jolt in her body. Her head rises again and she glances at me with a big smile on her face. I’m tempted to ask her what she’s thinking about, but Philip’s oral skills still have me sticking to a pretty limited vocabulary. “Fine,” I say to her in my mind. “Surprise me with whatever you’re thinking of.”

Her face slinks across my chest like a snake, her mouth slowly opening. Soon enough, she comes across one of my bare breasts. She cups it with her hand and directs the nipple to her mouth.

Is she… Is she really going to…?

She is. She takes my nipple into her mouth and begins to suckle on it. I can’t say that I’ve ever had anyone do that to my tit before–and yet it still feels exactly like I expected it would, in the best way possible. I give her dirty bottom–slowly filling the room with that equally toxic and lovely odor–a good pat before sliding my hand back up her back so that I can bury it in the hair on the back of her head instead.

This, having Philip take care of my clit while Luna takes care of my breast, might just be the greatest thing I’ve ever experienced. This is perfection. This is the only life I want to live now.

I’m a partner. A lover. A pet-owner. Soon? I’ll probably be a wife. A mother.