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Shared Secrets - part 2
You lead Cyrus into his bedroom, closing the door behind you to create an intimate atmosphere for your exploration. The room is spacious and modern, with a large king-size bed and a walk-in closet filled with designer clothes. ‘Are you ready for this?’ you ask, looking at him with anticipation. Cyrus nods nervously, his heart pounding in his chest. ‘I think so.’ You smile reassuringly and begin to undress him, slowly removing his shirt and pants until he stands before you in just his boxers. You gently caress his chest and stomach, feeling the tension in his muscles as you do so. ‘I want you to relax,’ you say softly. ‘This is about letting go of your inhibitions and embracing your desires.’ Cyrus takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, trying to calm himself. You notice the bulge in his boxers growing as he becomes more aroused by the thought of what’s to come. You open the walk-in closet and retrieve a onesie and a pair of colorful socks from a hidden compartment. You hand them to Cyrus, who looks at you with surprise. ‘Put these on,’ you instruct. ‘We’re going to start by making you feel like a baby.’ Cyrus hesitates for a moment before slipping on the onesie and socks. The soft fabric against his skin sends shivers down his spine, and he can’t help but feel a sense of excitement mixed with embarrassment. You help him onto the bed, tucking him in securely. Then you sit beside him and begin to rock him gently, singing lullabies and cooing softly in his ear. Cyrus closes his eyes, letting himself be swept away by the soothing sensations. ‘You’re such a good baby,’ you murmur. ‘But babies can’t control their bladders, can they?’ Cyrus’s eyes fly open as he feels a warm wetness spread across his groin. He’s wet himself, just like a baby would. The realization sends a jolt of pleasure through him, and he can’t help but moan softly. You scold him gently, ‘Oh no, you’ve made a mess! We need to change your diaper right away.’ Cyrus blushes as you lift his onesie and remove his soaked underwear. You replace them with a fresh diaper, making sure it’s snug against his skin. As you do so, you can’t help but notice the erection that’s pressing against the fabric. ‘It seems like someone is enjoying this a little too much,’ you tease, giving him a playful smile. ‘Maybe we should do this more often.’ Cyrus blushes even deeper, unable to deny the truth of your words. He’s never felt so turned on in his life, and the thought of exploring this kink further with you fills him with excitement. You continue to rock him gently, singing lullabies and stroking his hair. Cyrus feels a deep sense of relaxation wash over him, allowing him to fully embrace his infantile state. As the scene comes to an end, you place a pacifier in Cyrus’s mouth, which he eagerly sucks on. The sweet taste of the rubber combined with the warmth and safety of your arms sends him into a blissful state of contentment. You hold each other close, exchanging soft whispers about your desires and the possibilities for future exploration. Cyrus has never felt so connected to anyone before, and he knows that this weekend will be one he’ll never forget.
You wake up early on Saturday morning, eager to start the day and continue exploring Cyrus’s diaper fetish. As you slip into a sexy negligee, you can’t help but smile at the thought of how far you’ve come since yesterday. You put on your robe, making sure to leave it slightly open to reveal a hint of lace, and head downstairs to make breakfast for Cyrus and his niece.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee fills the air as you prepare a delicious meal. As Cyrus descends the stairs, yawning and rubbing his eyes, he catches sight of you in your robe and does a double-take. ‘Wow, YN,’ he says with a grin. ‘You look amazing.’
‘Thanks, Cyrus,’ you reply, pouring him a cup of coffee. ‘I thought I’d make us a special breakfast today.’ You place a plate of fluffy pancakes and crispy bacon in front of him, along with a glass of freshly-squeezed orange juice.
Cyrus takes a bite of pancake, savoring the sweetness. ‘This is incredible,’ he says. ‘You’re not only beautiful but an amazing cook as well.’
You blush at the compliment and sit down next to him. ‘So, what are our plans for today?’ you ask, taking a sip of your coffee.
Cyrus leans back in his chair, thinking. ‘Well, I was thinking we could take my niece to the park this afternoon,’ he says. ‘But before that, I thought we could continue exploring my diaper fetish.’ He looks at you nervously, unsure of how you’ll react.
You smile reassuringly and place a hand on his arm. ‘Cyrus, I’m here for you,’ you say softly. ‘I want to help you explore your desires and feel safe doing it.’
Relief washes over Cyrus’s face, and he nods. ‘Thank you, YN,’ he says earnestly. ‘I really appreciate it.’
After breakfast, you both head upstairs to get ready for the day. As you enter the bedroom, you see a diaper and onesie laid out on the bed. You look at Cyrus, who nods in understanding.
You walk over to the bed and pick up the diaper, feeling its soft texture between your fingers. ‘Come here, Cyrus,’ you say gently. ‘Let’s get you changed.’
Cyrus lies down on the bed, his heart pounding with anticipation. You lift his hips and slide the diaper underneath him, being careful not to let it touch his skin yet. Next, you open a bottle of baby powder and sprinkle it liberally over his groin area, making sure to cover every inch. The sweet scent of the powder fills the air as you rub it into his skin, your touch gentle but firm.
Once Cyrus is sufficiently powdered, you pull the diaper up between his legs and secure it with the adhesive tabs. ‘There we go,’ you say softly, patting the front of the diaper. ‘All nice and dry.’
Next, you pick up the onesie and hold it open for Cyrus to put his arms through. The onesie is covered in babyish designs – animals and bright colors – making him feel even more infantile. You help him into the garment, pulling it down over his diapered hips and smoothing out any wrinkles.
Cyrus looks at himself in the mirror, marveling at how cute he looks in the onesie and diaper. He feels a wave of warmth and safety wash over him, knowing that you accept and support his desires.
You lead Cyrus to the living room, where you’ve set up a playpen filled with baby toys. ‘Come on, sweetie,’ you say in a singsong voice. ‘Let’s go play.’
Cyrus climbs into the playpen, feeling giddy with excitement. You hand him a rattle and sit down on the floor next to him, watching as he plays contentedly. Every now and then, you reach out to tickle his tummy or stroke his hair, making him giggle with delight.
As lunchtime approaches, you prepare a pureed meal for Cyrus, carefully spooning it into his mouth as he sits in a high chair. He savors the flavors, feeling completely at peace in this infantile state.
Throughout the day, you engage in various age play scenarios, alternating between nurturing caregiver and playful companion. Cyrus has never felt so safe or understood before, and he’s grateful for your acceptance of his diaper fetish.
Finally, it’s time to take Cyrus’s niece to the park. You both quickly change out of your age play attire, making sure to dispose of the used diaper discreetly. As you head out the door, Cyrus turns to you and says, ‘Thank you for today, YN. I can’t wait to explore more tonight.’
You smile at him, your eyes filled with desire. ‘Me too,’ you say softly. ‘I’ll see you later, Cyrus.’