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Blossom cooked steaks for dinner; there was an outdoor grill on the deck outside, and apparently Blossom liked to grill stuff. I can't say it was the best steak I'd ever had, but she did a pretty good job.

I don't know how we got on the topic of diapers again; I think Blossom was still going on about some Academy Works theories. She was reminiscing about the chapter she had just read: what supported her ideas and what didn't. Then she asked a weird question.

"So do you usually do that? Use your diapers?"

Thankfully, my answer wasn't that embarrassing.

"Honestly, no." I pushed my empty plate away and leaned back in the dining chair. "Sometimes I'll wet one, but I didn't really trust Attends all that much."

Blossom decided to approach this from a direction of vulnerability, because that often got her the best results from Amanda.

"I've wet myself before. Like, in a sexy way. Not in diapers. But I think I'd like to. And I think messing could be really hot too, honestly."

"Sounds kind of gross, in theory. But it always sounds so embarrassing in stories..." Then again, for Blossom this kind of thing was a lot more sex-focused. I reframed my thoughts.

"Wetting a diaper is kind of hot though," I said. "I remember my first time, it took me ages. Like, you really underestimate the conditioning of potty training. I had to sit on the toilet. But you feel so... I dunno. Naughty? Like you did a bad thing? Or, uh... not what you're supposed to do. Adults are supposed to use the toilet, not their diapers." Wow, what a good line. Had I used that one already? I should write that down or something.

"I think the taboo and naughtiness is the gateway drug, and then once you're in diapers and using them, it probably feels less taboo. But still pretty objectively sexy? But I mean, I'm a beginner in this space so what do I know."

"I'm not exactly an expert," I admitted, a bit of pink on my cheeks. "I think the taboo is a big part of the appeal. For me, at least. Like, um... wetting myself without a storyline doesn't sound all that sexy."

"Do you always think in stories like that?" Blossom asked.

"Kind of..."

"So you don't just see something and think, 'wow, that turns me on'?"

"I mean... diapers aren't sexy, right? A baby in a diaper isn't sexy. Adults in diapers for incontinence isn't sexy either. But when someone is forced into them, or they are surrendering their maturity, or they can't make it to the bathroom in time, or they lose a bet..." Was I blushing?

Blossom paused for a moment to consider that, and nodded her head. Amanda's blush was not lost on her.

"I guess it's all about context; like if I put you in a diaper and told you that you were just too focused on your writing and at least this way you wouldn't forget to use the potty and get the sofa wet? That's sexy, right?"

"Yeah... um... that's a good... reason..." I sunk a little lower in my chair and bit my lip. "Basically, anything I could turn into a story, I guess? You can't turn 'so-and-so wears diapers' into a very interesting story..." Is story-sexual a thing? Is that on the ace spectrum?

"That's so interesting! So last night, when I wanted you to cuddle with me, if I'd said something like..."

She thought for a moment.

"Cupcake, you remember what happened last time you slept alone? It's safer for you to sleep with me, and that way I can make sure you don't sneak out of your diaper the moment I close the door."

Pause.

"Would that have worked?"

"I..." The logic was a little loose, but it sure sounded a lot more compelling than 'cuddle with me'. I bit my lip a little harder and played with my fingers in my lap. "That's more my style, I guess... though for you, someone would just have to shake their diaper in your face?" I didn't see the thrill in that, but Blossom and I weren't the same person. Just because we both liked diapers didn't mean that we liked them the same way.

"That could work! Diapers do have an objective sexiness to me, but context is pretty fun too. It's like you said - some old grandma or accident victim in a diaper isn't inherently sexy, but a little bit of context goes a long way, right?"

"Right." I faked a smile, still a little embarrassed, and got up from the table. I went to do the dishes, since Blossom did the cooking. That was how it always worked at my place. It was nice because when I was done baking, I usually didn't have the energy to clean up after myself.

"You know, when summer - or even spring - rolls around, I'd love to do some more tanning with you. Tanlines look sexy on everybody, and..."

And, quietly, she paused and thought about it for a second before she continued.

"Do you think diaper tan lines are a thing?"

"Uh... would that be different to normal tanlines?" My tan was almost gone. It had been a few weeks since our time on the beach, and my skin was starting to whiten again. I did have some vague lines on my chest though, where the bathing suit had covered. I finished rinsing the plate and put it in the dishwasher, then I did the same with Blossom's.

"Well yeah," Blossom said. "I mean, you'd have the top half tanlines of a cute bikini top, and then on the bottom half you'd have what is clearly the impression of a diaper left on you. Especially like... being forced to do that? Or coerced? I love that kinda stuff."

"Why is the impression of a diaper any different than bikini bottoms? I guess with the Megamaxes the waistband is ridiculously high... but I wouldn't look at that and think 'diaper'." I wasn't trying to rain on her parade or anything; it just seemed silly to me. I put her plate in the dishwasher too. I wouldn't start it until Sunday morning; we really only had to run the dishwasher once per visit.

"I think that's part of the fun, cupcake. The people you did the tanning with would know, and you'd know that they knew, but to anybody else they'd probably just think "huh, weird tan" and that would be that."

"If you say so." I washed my hands under the faucet and dried them on the dish towel. The sun was on the horizon outside the large doorwall. The huge wave on the wall was tinted yellow in the evening light.

For whatever reason, Blossom really wanted to convey how erotic she found this concept, so she made one more attempt.

"Okay. Imagine you're on a date with me. We're with my friends. Maybe at like... Cedar Point, or something. I'm wearing something skimpy, cause it's a warm day, we're holding hands, and you can see my tan lines. You can see where the sun has marked my body when I was wearing a diaper, and you know everyone can see that. You know I wore a diaper and got a tan for you. That doesn't light any flames for you?"

"I don't know what Cedar Point is..." I admitted, but I was starting to see her point. It was like a temporary "I'm Baby" tattoo, but without the obvious association. It was something you could display in public. I still didn't think diaper tan lines would be all that distinct from normal ones, but it was the Miyazaki principle. He doesn't draw rain or crying the way that it looks, but rather the way that it feels. Isn't that also why diapers in ABDL art are always so puffy?

"Okay, I think I get it," I conceded. "I'd give it a try. Though there's definitely a practicality problem; I'm not lying on the beach in just a diaper."

"Mmm, we'll see! There's always tanning booths."

Although she did worry about how well the plastic of a diaper would hold up to that.

"Or! We could rent a boat! Float out in the sun for a while, get diaper tans!"

She was just pleased that Amanda was starting to see her point!

Just rent a boat. Yeah, that was something I had ever considered. Sometimes I really forgot who I was dealing with.

"Sure. If we rent a boat and we are out in the middle of the ocean, with no one around for miles, I might wear one outside." I rolled my eyes and led the way to the sofa. It was already Saturday night, and I was lamenting the week to come.

Blossom flopped over the arm of the sofa and fell backwards onto her back, her long legs draped over the plush arm. She tilted her head backwards to look up at Amanda.

"I'm glad you went to that munch, cupcake."

I looked down at Blossom Brixley with a little smile. My time with her was quickly becoming the best part of my week.

"Yeah..." I said. "I'm glad I did too."