Sweetheart (yet again by Sunny999)

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*Warning: There Is sexual content In This Story!!!!*
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*Warning: There Is sexual content In This Story!!!!*
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*Warning: There Is sexual content In This Story!!!!*
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*Warning: There Is sexual content In This Story!!!!*
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*Warning: There Is sexual content In This Story!!!!*
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Dont Say I Didn't Warn You

i am in no way claiming this story
i did not write it
if you have read this story please dont ruin it
this is one of my ALL TIME FAVORITE stories
so please dont ruin it!!!
there are a couple of parts so far i will post one like every week i think
depending on the type of response i get here
please let me know
sunny999 is my all time favorite author when it comes to *b/dl stories
(however i think mandi took that spot with laceys big change)
well anywhoo here it is



Sweetheart


Where do I begin?

I wouldn't know where to begin. I don't know how to make you believe me. I don't know if even I believe it. This won't be easy to tell. But I have to tell someone. I need to explain what happened with Susanna. She was once my girlfriend. Now something else. I don't know if I welcome it, but I certainly accept it.


I have to start four years ago. It was the fall. I remember this because of the number of times she borrowed my jacket. It eluded me whether or not she forgot one of her own to allow me my chivalry or because she was rather forgetful, but I know now. It seemed a convenient relationship for the two of us. We didn't have too much in common aside from a mutual attraction. We went to school together, had the same friends -a recipe for a relationship. We didn't become close until much later, until after the break-up.

From the very beginning, it was certainly not going to be a commitment. Susanna had aspired to attend a four year school out of state. Things only lasted until she transferred. It was something I accepted at the time; not because I was cold. I really hadn't thought of seeing other people, so it wasn't because I had a desire to move on. It was because she had constructed a barrier to herself.

For example: She would never stay for the night. It would always have to be my place, the few moments I was at hers was to help her move furniture and to pick her up. (She didn't drive). And she was very quiet about her past. When I met her, she had just moved to town from out of state on her own. It's not that she didn't answer my questions; it just seemed odd that she would never openly give anything away. Susanna was a mysterious girl. I think that's what I liked about her.

By the time she moved, we'd seen each other for nine months. Something about the last moment we spent together disturbed me for quite some time. When it came time for her to leave, I was the first to volunteer to help her. She, I, and some of our mutual friends helped load up our stuff for the long drive two states away. In the rental truck, it was just the two of us. There was something very sad about our last hours together as I drove the rental truck, with Susanna sitting beside me, sometimes cuddled against me. I remember being sad about how little there was to say. So many things I wish I could have been telling her, but it escaped me because I realized that I barely knew the girl. All that time wasted on talking about movies or books, things that anyone could experience, and no time at all invested in us. Who was she and where was she going? Where did she come from? After the long drive, things became very noticeably quiet without the ever-engaging radio to distract us. We unloaded he boxes, all sealed up like presents before I lifted a single thing. There were a few pieces of furniture, but nothing even as big as a couch. I wanted to stay around to help her unpack it all. She insisted otherwise. "You don't want any help at all?" "No thanks" was all I got. Her acceptance of my chivalry had apparently dried up. It was one of the most uncomfortable moments of my life as we stood in front of each other, silent enough to hear the dust in the air, neither one of us wanting to be the first to say goodbye. It was the kind of stare that takes a mental picture, the kind of moment you never forget. So vivid, even now, her in her shorts and white tank top, looking very tomboyish on moving day. It had to be me to say it. If I was going to make her do it, tears would well up in her eyes the way they would any time she found herself in a conversation she didn't want to be in. She had that kind of sway over me. I would do things for her I wouldn't have done for any girlfriend I'd ever had; just so I wouldn't have to see her sad. She had an Audrey Hepburn quality. Seeing her cry would hurt me, and I'd do almost anything to prevent it. It had to be me. I remember holding her that would-be final time in my arms as I kissed her goodbye. I remember the way her short black hair felt in my hand as I held it just the way she liked. And that was it. So I thought.

A year had gone by.

I was out of school, working. I had moved on with my life. In that year, I did see one other person, but it didn't work out. She was nice. We were boring together. Relationships six months in should still excite you. From time to time, I would think about Susanna. There were holes in our relationship that pestered me ever so slightly. Like, when I dropped her off at her new place, she didn't offer to let me stay over while she was getting settled in. She wouldn't even let me help her unpack. Just "sayonara, boyfriend" and sent me out the door to make the gruelling drive home. There were so many things I didn't know about her. These are things that I accepted, but never fully understood.

One night and everything changed. I heard a knock on my door. Susanna standing in my doorway, sobbing. It was pouring down rain and pretty cold outside. She must have been soaked to the bone. She had an expression that could have broken me. Her eye-liner streaking down her face, more from her tears than the rain. "Oh my god, Come inside," I said, since she obviously wasn't going to say anything coherent. She looked completely helpless, shaking on my doorstep. I sat her down on the couch, got her a towel and put a kettle on the stove. She'd started to calm down, but I wasn't going to question her until she was completely comfortable. Why was she here? How did she even get here? That's an 8 hour drive in favourable weather, and it's a storm out there.

After a few minutes, we were face to face.

"What happened, sweetheart?" I always called her that while we were dating and found myself falling into that familiar habit.

"I just... I couldn't be there anymore," It poured out of her slowly. She was trying not to break down again. "I didn't know where else to go. I'll leave if you're busy..." Susanna began to tear up again.

"Don't be like that," I insisted. "That's ridiculous. Stay as long as you need. Stay as long as you want."

She took her first sip of tea. Immediately after the warmth of it hit her body it sent shivers over her. She had the towel wrapped around her so snugly; it looked like she was tucked in. It was a beach towel, but Susanna was a small girl. That towel could have passed for a blanket.

"How did you get here?"

"I took a bus," she said, taking another sip.

"But you're dripping wet?"

"It would only take me to the transit station. I had to walk from there."

"Susanna, that's a half mile away... You could have called me. I would have gone to get you."

She was starting to get upset again. She was always a fairly sensitive girl, but I never saw her like this. It nearly broke my heart.

"I didn't want to bother you," at half volume. Tears coming down her face again.

I had to get away from the conversation. I really wanted to ask more questions; just couldn't handle seeing her cry.

"I'll go get you a change of clothes." "If you want to take a shower, you know where it is." "I'll get you a towel." "Wait, you have a towel."

Could it be more obvious that I was trying to change the subject?

I laid out some clothes for her on the arm of the couch. I'd made it up like a bed for her to sleep on. When she came out of the shower, she was wearing my bathrobe. She nearly broke down again when came out to see her little make-shift bedroom in the living room. I remember her looking adorable in my sweat shorts and the band t-shirt I set aside for her. It was the kind of shirt she would always wear to school. I think it was "the Ramones." We talked a little bit longer that night before going to bed, but I never went back to my questions from earlier. They were in the back of my head, but I wanted to focus more on making her comfortable than satisfying my curiosity.

I went to bed. Susanna was starting to doze off in the middle of the conversation, so I said my goodnight and stumbled to my bedroom.

I was maybe asleep for twenty minutes before Susanna climbed into bed beside me. I was startled a little, but I was too tired to be noticeably shocked. I welcomed her beside me under the covers.

"I couldn't sleep," She whispered. "Can I sleep here with you?"

"Of course, sweetheart."

She wrapped her arms around me and fell asleep in my arms.

I remember listening to her breathing. Strange it was to have her here after all this time and it was the first time we'd actually sleep together. We did have sex. Plenty of sex. She was never comfortable with actually sleeping over, though. And a year after the last time I saw her, she was now sleeping the soundest, restful sleep I'd ever seen in my arms. I brushed these thoughts away. Susanna was always a strange girl. This is just another personality facet.


I woke up in the morning with a wet feeling beside me. That alarmed me. The first thing I remember thinking was there must have been a hole in the roof. It was raining hard last night, and the old house I was renting was no stranger to leaks. Just what I need, a leak in the roof right over my bed. I looked up and didn't find any rain damage. All the paint in my ceiling held out. Strange.

Very carefully, so not to wake Susanna, who was still in dreamland, I started to peel the blanket off myself. To my left, nothing. I continued to peel the blanket toward Susanna. To my right, a yellow wetness. I continued to uncover the wetness, pulling the blanket entirely over her. Susanna was the source. She did pee the bed.

I have to say, this was a first for me. I don't know how long I stared at it before Susanna opened her eyes. At first, she woke up with a smile. She looked at me with an expression of relief. Like waking up exactly where you want to be. The smile faded quickly. She was horrified the moment she felt what she'd done.

"I'm sorry... Oh, no," she was begging me for forgiveness.

"It's ok."

"I'm so sorry. I'll take care of..." She started to get up.

"Sweetheart. It's ok." I grabbed her hands to stop her from flailing around. "It's ok. I'll clean it up. Don't worry. I have a washing machine."

She started to cry. "I'm sorry."

I threw my arms around her, holding her as she sobbed on my shoulder. "It's ok."

I could feel the wetness on her shorts pressed against me.

"I'll take care of this. You should go take a shower and get some new clothes."

"Are you sure?" She asked, her head still resting on my shoulder.

"Of course, sweetheart" I pulled away and looked her right in the eyes. She was more vulnerable than I'd ever seen her. I would have done anything to make her happy. "Now go get yourself cleaned up."


I spent most of the day with her. We did a few of the things that we always did when we were together. We walked around bookstores, we talked in coffee shops. The conversation never went back to the previous night. It was Sunday and I was supposed to be back at work the next day, but I decided that having her in town was the perfect time to take some of the personal time I'd been saving.

That night we went back to my house. We shared a bottle of wine and talked until I could barely stay awake.

"I'm passing out, Susanna." I told her.

"When did you start getting tired at 10:30?" She asked.

"Since I got a job," I bantered. "Since I grew up."

"Why grow up?" She was really tipsy. "You just get boring."

I stared at her.

"Not that you're boring," she recovered.

"I'm going to bed now. Would you like to stay with me again tonight?"

"You'd let me stay with you again after last night?" she was confused, and probably wouldn't have been so open about it if not for the wine. "After what I did?"

"I told you not to worry about it. It was just something that happened."

"But it could..." She could not talk straight at this point.

"Here. Come with me." I offered my hand gently. "I doubt that it will happen again. And if it did, I took care of it the first time. I'd take care of it again. You won’t offend me."

She gave me a look that I've never been able to get out of my mind. I can only call it a 'helpless trust.' I took her to be and let her fall asleep in my arms again. Nothing happened between us, we just fell asleep. It's not that I didn't think about it, but she was on the verge of being drunk and it was my chivalry again that stopped me from making any inappropriate moves. She trusted me. Trusted me enough to come to me after all that time and distance.

This time I woke up in the middle of the night to that same wetness again. Unlike the morning before, I didn't look to the ceiling. I felt no need to investigate. Susanna did pee the bed again. "Two nights in a row," I thought. This is very strange. Not only did she do it again, but this time it was no small accident, this was everything she had. But I didn't want to take the time to analyze the situation. I needed to take care of the mess, but keep Susanna's embarrassment to a minimum.

Quietly, I climbed out of bed and pulled a towel from the shelf in my closet. I then picked out a change of clothes for her to wear. Then the hard part came. I was going to have to wake her up. I carefully knelt down beside the side of the bed she was sleeping on.

"Sweetheart?" "Susanna?"

"Mmmm hmmm..." she mumbled, opening her eyes to my face.

"Sweetheart..."

"Yes?" She was starting to come to.

I didn't know what to say. There was no plan. I was expecting her to wake up and notice right away. It didn't occur to me that I would have to explain to her what she did.

"I don't want you to be upset, but you... you wet the bed..."

She took a moment to feel it for herself. The sobbing started immediately after.

"Mmmm sorry... I shouldn't have done that... I'm so stupid..."

"Don't say that. You're not stupid. This isn't your fault."

"No it is.... I'm horrible..."

"Don't say that. I told you I'd take care of it. Here. I got you a towel and a change of clothes."

I helped her up out of the bed and held her small crying body in my arms. The pyjama bottoms she borrowed from me were literally dripping wet. I didn't care. I wanted her to feel safe. And the only way I knew how to do that was to hold her ever so close to me. She was still crying when I let go of her to take care of the mess. I pulled to sheets off and laid a towel across the wet spot. There was no saving the mattress this time. I took it as a sign, it was passed time I traded up. I then replaced the sheets with some of my winter stockpile of blankets. I had the kind of extended family that liked to make quilts, and I'd never been thankful of that before. I moved as quickly as I could because Susanna was still standing right where I left her. Crying and apologizing. I would accept no apology. She didn't do anything wrong. She was helpless.

It was at this moment that it occurred to me that the source of this could be an illness. She did walk a half mile in the pouring rain just the night before. Maybe she caught some kind of bug, the flu or maybe an infection.

After the mattress crisis was over, I went back to Susanna. I held her again to comfort her.

"Do you want to take a shower, sweetheart?"

"No."

"Well we can't stand here all night. Your clothes are all wet. What do you what to do?"

"I don't know," She cried. "I want to stay with you."

"I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart. ”Come with me. I'll get a shower started for you."

I took her into my bathroom and started running the water. She was starting to calm down a little bit. I knew the only way to really get her happy again would be for her to get all cleaned up and into some clean clothes. I showed her a fresh change of clothes and was about to excuse myself before she stopped me.

"Don't go," She said.

"I thought you were going to take a shower?" I looked at her, frightened to let me go. "Unless you want me to take a shower with you?"

She didn't say anything. She just started taking my clothes off. I began undressing her, pulling down the soaked pyjama bottoms as she pulled the shirt over my head. I was almost on my knees when I notice I was facing her dripping wet cotton panties. They were soaked from top to bottom, but the crotch area still had lots of fluid pooled up. Nothing was left up to my imagination. The panties clung to her shaved pubic region. I could even identify the bump of her cold aroused clit. There was no mystery to what was behind that soaking wet cloth, but I still pulled her panties down like an anxious adventurer.

I held her hand as she stepped into the shower and when followed closely behind her. She handed me the washcloth and told me to clean her of. I washed every inch of her body. Her back pressing against my chest as I caressed her breasts. It was then that she began to grind into me. Pushing her ass into my groin. In one motion, I dropped the washcloth and moved my hand lower, probing her most sensitive place. She turned around and guided my cock into her. She kissed me as her body lowered onto it. The kiss becoming more intense the further inside her I reached. I picked her up by her butt and put her back to the wall, pinning her there as I used the friction of the shower wall to hold her in place as I thrust into her again and again. Susanna's tongue rarely left my mouth, but she rest once or twice to grab onto my lower lip with her teeth. She'd never been so passionate before. It was as if something unleashed her. As the moment was reaching a final heat, I asked her if she was still on birth control. Her only response was, "oh god yes please cum inside me!" And I did, with Susanna never taking her lips from mine.

After our shower, I helped her with her new clothes and then we returned to bed. I'd never seen her so restful. So at last in peace.

In the morning, I discovered that Susanna had another accident. It hadn't woken me up. What did wake me up was Susanna's crying. She looked devastated. It was a much smaller accident, but nevertheless it was the third time in two days. Susanna looked less concerned with herself than she was with what my reaction would be. I had to calm her down. I had to show her that she couldn't disappoint me, no matter what she did. She wasn't in control of this. She is just as mush a victim as my bed, I thought.

"Come here, sweetheart." I said with open arms to her.

She ran to me and put her arms around me. I kept repeating "its ok" to her. I told her I'd help her through this.

"Please don't leave me," She begged.

"Of course I won’t, sweetheart."

"You promise?"

"I do."

Susanna cried a little more on my shoulder. More a cry of relief than the hopelessness and sadness I'd been witness to for the last couple days. It was at that very moment that Susanna had yet another accident. This time right in front of me. This time while she was awake.

"Susanna?"

She then noticed what she was doing and stopped herself at once.

"I promised you. It doesn't matter" was all I could say at the time.

We both changed our clothes again. At this point, my washing machine was running around the clock.

"I'll take you to the doctor." I told her.

"You want to?" She asked.

"Yeah. I want to help you get to the bottom of this. Do you have insurance?"

"Yeah."

"Well, the hospital isn't far from here. I think we could probably squeeze in today."

"I have a doctor."

"You do?" I was surprised. In my whole life I'd never had a family doctor. I don't think I'd ever seen the same doctor twice. And Susanna, She's lived here barely two years and had her own doctor. I shrugged it off. She probably comes from a much more responsible family than I do. She must not think it very strange at all.

"I'll call her." She said as she picked up her cell phone and stepped out of the room.

Susanna was able to get an appointment in just a couple hours. In the meantime, I wanted to take her out to get coffee, or breakfast. But I thought it best to not leave the house. If she was starting to have accidents while she was awake, it might be best for her to stay at my place until we find out what's wrong with her. While waiting, I made us both some tea and we sat together on the couch watching the news. We'd been watching for a little while before Susanna got up and ran to the bathroom in a great hurry. In about two minutes, she returned. She proudly told me that she made it in time. I was happy for her.

We left for the doctor’s office. Susanna looked very uncomfortable the whole trip. I thought it was because she was afraid of having another accident outside the safety of my place. I told her not to worry. I would be there for her.

The doctor's office was strange. It was a small practice with only a receptionist and a single office. It wasn't in a hospital. Is this what it's like to have a family doctor? I let Susanna do all the checking in and I sat down to a crappy six month old magazine. Susanna came back over to me and hugged me. It was not long before Susanna was called in to the doctor. She looked at me before she left, as if she wanted me to come with her. I didn't know how appropriate that would be. The doctor would no doubt be asking sensitive questions about her. She would have to reveal some things, and it would probably be more embarrassing for me to be there.

Five minutes go by, and the doctor steps out of the office. I assumed that it was just another patient by the way that she was dressed. She was dressed business casual, wearing a woman's business suit. Family doctors are strange, it thought.

"Could we see you for a moment?" She asked.

I said sure and then followed her into the office. When I stepped in, I was surprised to see how it was made up. There was a desk in the corner of the room, bookshelves, but the centre of the room had only two couches. On one couch was Susanna, who smiled when I entered. I was catching on. This was a doctor alright. A psychiatrist. I should have seen it sooner. How was a psychiatrist going to help her fix her bladder?

"Take a seat." the doctor commanded in a soothing, yet patronizing way.

I sat beside Susanna and she put her hands around my arm.

"I don't know why I'm here..." Was all I could manage.

"Susanna tells me you've been helping her out,"

"I don't know how much help I've been. Just the last couple days."

"Susanna's been telling me how thankful she is that you've been so generous with her."

I looked at Susanna, who was already looking at me.

"I just wanted to help her. She's a great girl. I don't like seeing her sad."

"Susanna," the doctor said. "Could you leave us a moment alone?"

"Me?" I contested.

"Ok," Susanna said as she gripped my arm one more time and the headed out the door.

It was the doctor and I alone now. I had no idea what this was about. I don't need a therapist. I need Susanna to get better.

"I need to tell you something about Susanna," The doctor began. "I feel it's in her best interest that you hear this. Susanna is a very complicated girl. She has a lot of attachment issues. She finds it very hard to connect with people on a normal level."

"What does that mean?"

"When Susanna first moved here; she was getting out of a bad situation with her family. It took everything she had to get away from there, and when she came here, she literally had to rebuild her life."

"Are you supposed to be telling me this? I mean, isn't this something she should be telling me?"

"Susanna wanted me to tell you."

"What does this have to do with her bladder?" I protested.

"Everything and nothing. I told you that she’s complicated. Susanna either has all of her free will or none of it at all. There is no middle ground for her. When she first came here, it was about her taking back control of her life. I helped her do it. Now, I feel, she's come to you for help, and in doing so put you in charge."

"But she's a free woman? She could do whatever she wants."

"Not the way you and I can," She said. "She's put you in charge. I think she knew what she was doing. This is her way of escaping something. That's why she came back to you. That's why she's put you in charge."

"So what's going to happen?" I asked. "Are you saying she won’t get better?"

"She needs to be in control. She needs to be by herself. If this continues, she'll become less and less in control of herself. She's manifested this in a new way this time, by losing control of her bladder. That might worsen. She may show other signs like this. She may start to become more childlike. The more attached she'd become, the younger she may seem. She won’t even be conscious of this. I think the only way she can get through this is for you to just let her go."

"What are you telling me? That's she's doing this because of me?" I was getting angry at the accusation. "She came to me for help. You're telling me to turn her down?"

"It's best for her. I don't want to see that happen to her."

"I promised her I'd be there for her. I told her I wouldn't leave her. I'm not going to."

"That's your choice. But think about what I said."

I was storming out, "Thank you doctor, but I think we'll manage."

In the waiting room, Susanna was being very patient. She was reading a highlights magazine. She was afraid when she looked at me. I think she was scared that I would leave her.

"You ready to go, sweetheart?" I asked.

"Uh huh," She climbed to her feet and came over to me.

We were silent on the way to my car. But once inside the car, Susanna asked the question that was nagging at her.

"Did she tell you?"

"She did."

"So..." She started to cry. "Are you going to leave me?"

"Absolutely not," Wiping the tears from her eyes. "I promised you, remember. I'm here until you get sick of me."

I started the car and drove us out of the parking lot. We were mostly silent until I spotted a little coffee shop that we used to hang out at.

"Do you want to grab some coffee?" I asked her.

She agreed and we stopped and grabbed some drinks. We sat outside the shop on the patio furniture with our coffees.

"Have you thought about what the doctor told you?" I asked.

"I have." was all she could say.

"What do you think?"

"I don't know. I don't know what's happening to me. But I know I don't want to let you go."

"I don't want to let you go either," I said. "It took me this long to actually get close to you. I don't want to erase that."

"I just don't know what to do about this," she said, looking down at her cup of coffee.

"About your problem?"

"What should I do? I ruined your bed."

"I'm not worried about my bed," I told her. "But we have to do something."

"Maybe I could check out some herbal medicine. Or acupuncture."

"I don't believe in that stuff," I objected. "Besides, it would take a while to kick in."

"Well, short of going back to diapers, I have no idea." She said jokingly.

I just looked at her. It would work.

"No," She said. "I couldn't do that."

"Why not?" I said. "You said yourself that you can't think of anything else."

"I am not going to wear a diaper," She would be shouting if she wasn't trying so hard to keep her voice down.

"Just while you sleep. That's where you're really having the problem. I'm the only one who'd see it."

"I don't know..." She said in her usual cute, pathetic tone.

"If you're serious about trying to get better, I don't see a lot of options." I was now trying to convince her. I couldn't believe it. "It's either this, or there's just the doctor's option."

"No," she objected. "Ok. I'll do it."

"Are you sure?"

"If that's what I have to do so I can be with you. Yeah." She still didn't like the idea. "I'll do it."

After our coffees, we stopped at the drug store on the way to my place. I started to get out of the car to go inside when I noticed that Susanna wasn't moving.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm not going," Susanna was putting her foot down.

"I though we agreed?"

"Yeah. I'll wear it. I'll sleep in them. But I can't go in there. I'd die if I had to buy them."

It took a moment for me to think about what I was being asked to do.

"Ok," I put the back of my hand to her cheek. "I'll do it for you. Just wait here, ok?"

"Ok," she said.

"Wait," I said, stopping myself once I was out the door. "What kind?"

"Surprise me."

"And what size?"

"For an adult or for a baby?" She was being smug. "For an adult, I'd say very small. For a baby, I'd say huge."

I went into the store and made Susanna's selection for her. I didn't know what I was doing, but I did the best I could. I left the store and returned to the car. I'd barely opened the door when I noticed Susanna had another accident. She was bawling in the passenger seat in a puddle of her own making. She was wearing jeans. Thank goodness I use car seat covers, or I would need to look into some more upholstery.

"Susanna, don't worry," my first though was to comfort her. She must feel awful about this. I know that the seat cover was expendable. "It's ok. I'm here."

"I'm sorry!" She pleaded.

"Don't be," I said as I poured out the contents of my shopping bags into the back seat.

"I tried to stop it, but I was already going and I couldn't make it stop," She cried. "I was trying really hard, but there was nothing I could do about it. It just... I couldn't make it stop..."

I tore open the first package I could find and grabbed the first of its contents I could get hold of.

"It's ok, sweetheart," I said, holding a folded white diaper in front of her. "I got what I went in for."

"No!" She cried out. "I want you to take me home, now."

I said ok and tossed the diaper into the back seat with the others. I started the car and drove the last few blocks home. Susanna cried the whole way as I did my best to comfort her. It's difficult to comfort a woman who's sitting in her own mess.

Luckily I have a garage that's attached to the house. That way I was able to pull right inside and let Susanna into the house without ever being open to the world. As soon as the car started, she climbed out of the car and ran straight into the bathroom.

I noticed that she'd started to run a shower, so I seized the opportunity to take care of my car. I started by taking the car seat cover out and depositing it directly into the trash. Thankfully, there wasn't much beyond the cover that a little febreeze couldn't take care of. It would help to mask the smell as well. When that was complete, I took out the parcels from the drugstore and brought them into my bedroom.

I had bought a few different brands for her to choose from, so I took the opportunity to get out one of each to learn about how they worked, and to maybe know a thing or two about them before I introduced them to Susanna. I knew this wasn't going to be easy for her. I know I wouldn't like it if it happened to me, so I was trying to be respectful, but realistic.

Susanna stepped into the room in a bathrobe as I was looking over the last of the types that I bought for her. She wasn't fazed by the fact that I was holding one of her diapers in my hands when she entered the room, so I took that as a sign that she had calmed down.

"I'm really sorry about before," she said. "I know you're only trying to help."

"No need to apologize," I said. "I'm here for you."

"Did I ruin your car?"

"No," I was happy to tell her. "The important parts will make it out alive."

"So this is my new clothes?" she turned her attention to the diapers on the bed.

"I got a few different kinds so you could pick which one you like more."

"There's like, four different kinds here," she was surprised. "I'll let you pick."

"Let's try these first," I said as I picked up the white pair of attends. "I'll let you tell me which one you prefer later."

The small size really wasn't as big as I thought they would be. I figured that they would like if you'd blown up the child sized diapers to an adult size. The small women's size wasn't much bigger than the toddler sizes I remembered seeing. Susanna was a small girl, so I guessed it was appropriate.

"You mean now?" she said accusingly.

"Well, yeah."

"I thought you said I would sleep in them?" she wasn't angry, just giving me a childish, whiny objection.

"That's twice now that you've had an accident while you were awake. I think it would be safer if you had one on."

"But..." she tried to find an excuse.

"No buts, sweetheart. I know I have wood floors in here, but my couch and chairs are all fabric. Unless you want to sit on the hard floor, you're going to have to live with these."

"All the time," She helplessly asked me.

"If you don't have another accident by tomorrow, I won't make you wear it."

"But..."

"We don't have anywhere to go," I told her. "It's just you and me. I'm going to make us dinner and we'll spend the rest of the night here. Don't you trust me?"

"I do," Susanna said with her head down.

"Good," I said, holding the pair of attends out to her. "Now put these on. I want to see if they fit."

Susanna carefully dropped the robe off her shoulders, revealing her beautiful naked body. There were a lot of moments when I'd stand in awe of how amazing she looked. She was small, but was darkly beautiful. Her hair was very short and very dark, not even dropping below her chin line. Her breast were petite, but form fitting for her frame. The best part about them was her perfectly formed, tiny nipples that seemed more like a candy than an organ.

She started to open the diaper and spread it open, embarrassed by even the prospect of doing this. She opened the flaps apart and made note of where the tapes were. She then put it between her legs.

"I think that's backwards, sweetheart," I told her.

She turned it around and started to hold it up while she peeled one of the tapes on one side. As she did this the other side of the diaper started to droop down and when she reached to lift it up with the other hand the whole front of it dropped down.

Susanna, in a great huff, "You need four hands to do this!"

"Do you want some help?"

"No," She snapped at me. "I may be putting on a diaper, but I'm a big girl."

She became even more upset when she lifted the front end back up, making the back fall down.

"Sweetheart, do you trust me?"

"Of course I do," she said, now with tears falling down her face.

I pulled the diaper off her and told her to lie down on the bed. She did so, having a hard time coming to terms with this betrayal of dignity. I told her to just go limp and I'd take care of it. I lifted her legs up and slid the diaper under her. Then lowered her legs and lifted the front of the diaper between her legs. As I taped the diaper together, she put both hands over her face and started crying into her hands.

"It's all done, sweetheart. You can open your eyes now."

She opened them and looked me straight in the eyes. She was heartbroken to have so little control. I held out my hands and helped her to her feet. Then she was standing right in front of me, wearing nothing but a diaper, tears streaming down her face. I wrapped my arms around her and held her ever so tight. I held her in my arms, lying on the bed until she felt asleep right there. She'd had a long day, a hard day, and there's no doubt that a nap would do her good. I put the blankets over her and left her to her nap as I went into the kitchen to get everything ready for dinner.

End of part 1

[lilfoi]

amazing story, probably one of the best i've read

[renegade-a]

thats y i love this author so much

[Fallen]

Nice story, you might want to tag the title with (mild)sexual content though.

[genbaby]

Pretty good. You really have a good reason to like these authors.

[renegade-a]

im in a little bit of a good mood since i got my first good rep point
so im deciding to post the second chapter of sweetheart
this is chapter 2 out of 3
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"Sweetheart?" I said as I was gently trying to wake Susanna up.

She was asleep for much longer than I thought she'd sleep. I was thinking that she'd take a short catnap and then I'd make the two of us dinner, but it was now three hours. I was getting hungry. It would have been much better if she woke up alone. It was her first time sleeping in a diaper. She wasn't happy to have to wear it; I thought easing her into it would be best; she would wake up alone in her diaper free of any embarrassment. But this was pushing it. She was crying so hard before she went to sleep it wouldn't surprise me if she could go a few more hours.

I kissed her on the mouth and stroked her hair just above her ear. I thought that would be gentle enough. She started to come to, groggily. She opened her eyes to my face. She smiled.

"Hey, sweetheart," I said.

I kissed her again, this time taking my time.

"You must have been really tired," I said. "I was just about to make you dinner."

"Alright," She said. "I'll get dressed."

Susanna tossed the blanket off, revealing the rest of her. She wore only a white diaper. She climbed to her feet and reached into the laundry basket in the corner for a t-shirt. I paused for a moment to identify her. I wasn't sure, but it looked like there was a discoloration on the diaper between her legs.

"Did you have another accident?" I asked as she pulled another one of my band t-shirts over her head. This time the band was Depesche Mode.

"No."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Listen, I think I would know if I pissed my-"

Just then, she looked down to notice the same thing I'd seen before. She was just as confused by the colorization. It had turned a darker hue. She pulled the front of the diaper away from herself, looking inside.

"Did you?" I asked.

"I can't believe this," Susanna said as she stared to walk past me toward the door.

"Where are you going?"

"To take another shower," She said. She was angry at herself and sad at the situation. "In case you didn't notice I peed myself again."

"But the diaper got it right? It didn't leak right?"

I pulled more of the sheet over on the bed and inspected it. Nothing. The attends got it all. I couldn't imagine she would have had to go that much anyway, since she'd only had an accident four hours earlier. Susanna also checked herself over, lifting her shirt and checking around.

"I'm glad to see that they work," I said.

"So, I shouldn't take a shower?" Susanna asked. She was confused. I was sure I could tell her to do anything at this point.

"You shouldn't have to take a shower every time. You've already taken two today."

"What should I do then?" She asked, looking down, ashamed of her mess.

"Sit down on the bed. I'll go get a washcloth," I was pleased by my quick thinking.

I stepped out to the bathroom as Susanna did exactly as I told her. In the bathroom, I ran the water in the sink until it was nice and warm and then wet a fresh washcloth. Then I grabbed the trashcan and went into the bedroom.

In the bedroom, Susanna was holding her face in her hands, sobbing. I ran over to her and set the trashcan on the ground beside the bed and the washcloth on the bed beside her. I knelt down beside her and pulled her hands away from her face.

"What's wrong?"

"I... I didn't know if you were coming back..." She cried.

I kissed her on the mouth. "Of course I was coming back. I wouldn't leave you. It just took a while for the water to get warm."

I kissed her again, taking her face into my hands. I used my thumbs to wipe the tears out of her eyes. She looked right into my eyes, vulnerable as a child. I had to make her feel safe.

"I'll never leave you," I said, longing for her to feel safe. "Now, do you want me to change you?"

She nodded her head, 'yes'.

I put a towel under her and leaned her back onto the bed. I then peeled away the tapes on both sides of the diaper and pulled it forward. I was amazed at how much she had gone. It was incredible. She'd had accidents just hours apart and still had a sizeable one. Then I put her legs together and leaned them forward, to raise her bottom off the diaper. I pulled the diaper from under her and tossed it into the trash can I brought with me. I lowered her legs back down to the bed and spread them apart. I noticed Susanna's eyes glued to me. She was enjoying watching me.

"Did you have a good time?" I asked her.

"Mmmm hmmm," She hummed, grinning.

I lifted her legs in the air again and then took the wash cloth and stared wiping off the diaper area of her bottom. Then I moved on to the crack. She giggled as I moved into the cavern of her bottom. Just to hear her giggle again, I pressed the wet cloth hard against her anus. She squealed. Next, I lowered her legs again and began wiping off her front. Susanna gasped as I brought the cloth to the lips of her vagina.

"Nice and warm isn't it?" I said as I continued wiping the area.

Her only reply was a purr. She brought one of her hands down to her crotch and started rubbing with her fingers.

"That really excited you."

I put down the washcloth and used a hand to help her along. She was groaning now, as I put a finger inside of her. I pushed it inside her deeper and then thrust it in and out. A few moments went by before Susanna leaned forward and grabbed the collar of my shirt.

"I want you inside me," she groaned.

With one fluid motion, Susanna unzipped my pants as I unbuttoned my jeans. One swift stroke removed my pants and underwear. She pulled me on top of her. My cock rested at the opening of her sex, both ready.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

Susanna didn't answer; she grabbed my ass and pulled me into her. I was balls-deep in a few seconds. She was biting her lip.

I thrusted into her, her legs wrapped around me, for five minutes. Her grunting grew steadily, as did her grip of her arms and legs around me. I kissed her and held her ass with both hands as I came inside her. She let out a loud, exhausted sigh and kissed my neck a few times.

We lay there for a few moments until the cold temperature started to matter to our mostly naked bodies. I washed her crotch once more with the washcloth, she squealed because it had become a bit cold. We both thought it was funny; teasing her was fun when she played along like this. I then reached for the fresh diaper I set aside and fastened it to her, just as I had before. It was almost fun doing this when Susanna wasn't crying. Every other moment involving her accident had brought her to tears. Now she was playful, even childish about it.

I remember thinking that this was the first moment I saw myself taking care of her. It didn't matter what the psychiatrist said. I might be causing this by letting her get attached to me. I accepted that. I knew this was what Susanna wanted. Maybe it wasn't what was best for her. She and I both were following our hearts.

It didn't occur to me then how much worse it could get. This was only the first stage.

Once her new diaper was firmly fastened to her, I took her by the hands and pulled her to her feet.

"Let's go eat," I said as I patted her on the bottom, gently pushing her to the door. The diaper made a small puff sound when I patted it. At that moment, I expected Susanna to turn around thinking I was patronizing her.

Instead, she said, "Oki doki." and headed for the door, not even giving my little pat a second thought. Maybe she didn't even feel it? The diaper was fairly thick, but I thought she'd feel it. Hell, I even heard it.

She was just through the doorway when I stopped her. "Is that all you're going to wear?"

"It's just you and me, right?" Susanna asked. "I guess I should put some pants on. It's cold in here."

I watched Susanna put her legs into a pair of jeans on the floor. It seamed a shame to me every time I saw her putting clothes ON. I almost wish I hadn't reminded her; she looked adorable with nothing but a diaper and one of my t-shirts. It was lucky that she was borrowing my jeans, because there was no way she could get a pair of hers up over the bulk of the diaper. She carefully manoeuvres the jeans around the diaper and pulled them up as high as she could, taking the diaper from view. She buttoned them up and zipped the fly. As soon as she let go of the waist, the pants drooped down on her hips, showing the top two inches or so of the diaper. I wore quite a few more inches of waist than little Susanna. I don't think she brought a belt with her either.

"All good," was all she said. She very cutely winked at me and headed for the kitchen; six inches of pant leg drooping at her feet. I could see the pants falling down in the back as she walked away, showing half of her diapered bottom before she grabbed the waist and pulled them up again.

I cooked for the two of us and we shared the bulk of a bottle of white wine. I don't know why, but I kept wondering if she was going to have another accident. Would she even know it? She didn't realize when she woke from her nap. Would she even know if she did it while she was awake?

We chatted about old times. Never addressing the doctor's office. Never mentioning her very obvious new undergarments. It was fun to just ignore the new reality of our lives and simply be what we were before. But Susanna's new predicament weighed heavily on my mind.

After dinner, we sat down to watch the news, cuddled up together on the couch. For the first time, when she sat with me, I heard the distinctive crinkle sound of a diaper coming from her. It got me talking about it again.

"I think we should go shopping tomorrow," I said.

"What for?" She asked.

"You don't have a lot of clothes here. I'm fine with you borrowing mine, but nothing really fits you."

"Ok."

"We should get you something to wear that won’t, you know, show the diaper."

"But," She stuttered. "I'm not going out in public like this."

"What if this doesn't fix itself, Susanna?" I was trying to be firm with her again. She seemed to respond better when I took a position. "If the doctor is right, you may get worse."

"You don't know that!" She cried.

"If it's true, are you going to just stay here all the time?" I told her, taking one of her hands in mine. "You wouldn't want to have an accident like today again."

She was silent. She had no more objections. I could tell her everything now.

"And if it's going to be this way for a while, we need to pick up some supplies," I told her. "Things like wipes and powder. I don't know, just things for changing diapers."

She was quiet for a long time.

"So," She started very slowly, never making eye contact. "I'm like some sort of baby now."

I didn't have an answer for her. Of course she was a grown woman, but I had no idea how far this would go.

"I'll be here for you, sweetheart," I said, hugging her. "No matter what you are."

We watched TV a while longer, until I thought it should be time for bed. Susanna was dozing off a little, so I nudged her up and we both carried our water glasses into the kitchen. Susanna stumbled quite a bit, her eyes cracking open only enough to not bump into the furniture. Once in the kitchen, I asked her if she was ready for bed. Of course she was.

"Well, I'm proud of you, sweetheart," I said. "You didn't have to get up for the bathroom once."

Susanna was too groggy to say anything.

"You didn't use your diaper, did you?" I asked.

Susanna just grunted something inaudible; she was now leaning up against me for support, her head resting on my chest. She was a lost cause at this point, but I still needed to know. I needed to satisfy my own curiosity. I brought my hand to the top of her waist and put my hand down the front of her diaper. It WAS wet. Susanna had a moment before where she didn't know she'd wet, but this still surprised me.

"Sweetheart, I'm going to take you to bed," I said softly. "I'll go in the bathroom for a few minutes and then I'll be back to get you a new diaper."

I picked her up from where she was leaning on me and carried her into my bedroom. She was so light; I could lift her for an hour. I set her down on the bed; she made a few sleepy noises.

"I'll be right back," I said, kissing her forehead.

In the bathroom, I had a few minutes to think while I waited for the water to warm up for me to wet another washcloth. This was very new to me. I was diapering my ex-girlfriend. Correction, my girlfriend. This was happening so fast. Two days ago, she found her way to my doorstep and suddenly I'm changing her diapers. She used to be such a strong-willed woman, always with her own mind for things. Lately she's done absolutely everything I've suggested. Her doctor told me that relying on me is taking control away from her. Both emotional and now physical. She even wears diapers now at my advice. She can't even put them on herself. Changing them is a responsibility I put on myself. How much more control can she lose? She's lost her bladder, what else can she lose?

The water was warm now, but I still left it running; using it as an excuse to think. I couldn't let her down. This was her choice. She came to me. I can't look into those adorable eyes and tell her no. I never have been able to. If she knows the consequences, then this must be what she wants. Besides, I caught a glimpse of her earlier, enjoying being taken care of. And as strange as it sounds, I enjoy taking care of her. This is strangely what I wanted too.

I wet the cloth and went back into the bedroom where Susanna was now clutching a pillow, curled up in the fetal position. From my point of view, I could see that her jeans were a little wet. The diaper must have leaked a little. It was holding out just fine when I checked her a few minutes ago. She must have gone in it again.

Turning her over, I undid the jeans and pulled them off by the pant legs. It was very easy to do because they we so large on her. I held her feet together like I did earlier and leaned her forward, sliding a towel under her. Letting her back down, I could now see how complete a mess of her diaper she'd made. No wonder it leaked out the sides ever so slightly, it was saturated. I made note to put her in the larger diapers for when she sleeps. I didn't want to change my sheets yet again. I pulled her diaper off and threw it in the trashcan that was conveniently right where it rested earlier. After that, the washcloth came. Not once did she stir from sleep while I cleaned her off. It must have helped that the cloth was very warm this time, as I'd let the water get hotter than before. It would be much more convenient tomorrow when I have some wipes and other things. A few days of this and she might develop an irritation from the diaper.

I barely believed it when I saw it, but right as I finished cleaning her off, she let a tiny bit of urine escape. Was she peeing all the time? I thought she would be done after all the diaper caught before. Did she lose all control of her bladder? Not once was Susanna disturbed from her sleep. She did make a few cute little noises, but that was all. I was glad the towel was under her and especially glad she didn't let out enough to soak through it. Quickly, I unfolded a new diaper. One of the larger ones. I tucked it under her bottom and taped it up to her. I pulled the towel from beneath her and made sure nothing escaped. Nothing had.

Standing beside the bed, I was shocked by how large this new diaper looked on her. She really looked like a baby, lying there in the soundest sleep I'd ever seen. I wouldn't do anything to disturb it. She was precious like that. If changing diapers is my price of admission for that, then I considered it a bargain.

I took the garbage can with now two dirty diapers in it and tied up the bag and set it beside the door to the garage. Then I climbed into bed beside Susanna. In her sleep, Susanna moved to me and threw an arm and a leg over me. It was the first time I felt her diaper pressed up against me. It was strange having something plastic pressed up against my thigh as I was lying in my own bed, but didn't take long before I didn't think about it. I wrapped both arms around her.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," I whispered in her ear. I kissed her forehead and quickly followed her into sleep.

End of part 2

[genbaby]

This writer is good but slow what dose he/she have 12 stories on at one time.

[renegade-a]

well this one is finished
sssssoooooooooooo........
dont know how to answer

[genbaby]

Oh really it is short than only 3 chapters.

[Kenshin Himura]

Wow you were right this is good. I'm questioning what's better now Mandi or this person, but I still think Mandi's story is best for now.