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Vampires and Lovers Ch. 05

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Chapter 5: Newborn Love

Seamus smiled as he watched Vincent and Wyl walk together, blissfully oblivious to his scrutiny. He knew it had been the right thing to do to bring his family to the remote home of Mario and Roman. The villa was spacious, there were immaculately maintained gardens generously dotted with tall trees and it was set just a short walk into an ancient forest. Gabriel had spent time with Roman and his mate the previous evening becoming acquainted with it whilst the others had simply enjoyed sitting out under the star-encrusted skies; a luxury given their home was a city of man-made night light. He knew Vincent had not yet spoken about his imprisonment and it was his hope that in the quiet, relaxed environment his beloved friend would finally unburden himself. The love that the couple shared was apparent, but Seamus was not blind to an underlying anxiety that both men tried to hide.

He had caught glimpses of the pain Vincent was trying to conceal and all could see the way Vincent could hardly bear to be parted from his Chosen. However, as much as Wyl’s presence seemed to settle the older Vampire, it was obviously not enough. It was equally apparent from the concern he could almost taste emanating from the youngest of their family that Wyl did not know how to help his mate. Something deep beneath the surface was eating away at Vincent and Seamus was determined that if he was not approached within the next couple of days, he would make the first move.

****

David grinned happily up at his Lycan mate. He received a warm smile in return as Gabriel’s nostrils flared assimilating scents that were missing from urban life. Mario and Roman, Lycans themselves, had settled here to be able to enjoy running free in the forest and David had enjoyed relaxing whilst his lover and their hosts had taken a run the previous evening. It was clear to the petit Vampire that Gabriel was heading to a specific destination. The thought sent pleasurable shivers through his frame.

“Soon, angel.”

The low, husky rasp had David stopping and giving his lover his best sultry look, smiling at the groan it wrenched from Gabriel’s throat.

“Soon?” David purred, rubbing his body sensuously against the bigger male. He gave a gasp of delight as Gabriel’s mouth quickly fastened at his neck, sucking hard as the Lycan growled softly.

“Very soon,” Gabriel assured as he gazed with satisfaction at his mark against his mate’s pale skin. He hurried his pace a little, still wanting David to be able to enjoy their surroundings, but keen to reach his destination. He had found a delightful clearing, just big enough to allow a couple to lie beneath the stars when making love.

It took just a few more minutes, the big Lycan urging his smaller mate through a thicket of decaying trunk and branches with verdant creeping vine that ran between some densely packed, ancient, living trees and their fallen comrade. As they emerged, Gabriel gave a wide smile of the gasp of appreciation from the man at his side,

David stared around. The living trees almost encircled a small clearing, with the dead wood and vines providing an entrance that was not apparent to an unknowing eye.

“Did Mario and Roman show you this?” David asked as he wandered to where a thick grassy knoll caught his eye.

“No, but I’m sure they know of it,” Gabriel husked. His carefully controlled arousal was now free to set alight every cell and synapse and he felt his sex surge into hardness. He licked his lips as he stalked his prey and took David in his arms for a slow, deep kiss. As his tongue thrust eagerly past his lover’s lips, Gabriel guided them to the ground, not breaking the kiss until he had thoroughly mapped every nuance of David’s sweet mouth.

The shirt that inhibited access to the delectable chest was undone with an enthusiastic rapidity that had the blond smiling. Then Gabriel undid the zip on David’s pants, slipping his hand inside and relishing the soft moan at his deft touch. The Lycan’s long fingers encircled the eager erection stroking the steel-hard, satin-smooth length, as he plundered David’s mouth. His tongue swept imperiously back inside the warm, wet cavern and left not a millimetre untouched.

The way that Gabriel ravished his mouth and caressed his flesh made David’s slender form sink back onto the grassy knoll, ceding willingly to his alpha mate. The touches made him swell instantly, his hips arching for more of his mate’s caresses. He pulled open Gabriel’s shirt to run his fingers over the Lycan’s chest, stroking the furred torso lovingly. He whispered Gabriel’s name in a soft cry even as the bigger male resumed the plundering of his mouth.

As his lover’s hand found a nipple and then moved to rub his upper body, Gabriel shrugged out of the shirt and gave a feral grin. He let David traverse his chest as the blond chose, placing gentle kisses over the forehead and cheeks of his petit lover. He let out a growl and leaned down to nip his mate’s nipple with his teeth as David shivered with need.

“Gabriel, please take hatay escort me.”

“Soon, my love,” Gabriel replied. He stood, his shirt tossed aside, as he began to unzip and snap open the stud of his jeans.

Watching Gabriel strip, David felt the irresistible heat of desire surging through him with every piece of clothing removed. His fingers were trembling as he wiggled his jeans past his hips. He pulled them off along with his briefs, socks and trainers as Gabriel kicked his boots and jeans to join the growing pile of discarded clothing. David moaned appreciatively as the dark male came back and lay between his spread thighs. Gabriel loomed over David, framing the golden Vampire’s head with his large hands, pressing their erections together and swivelling his hips causing David to groan. The smaller man clutched his mate’s shoulders.

“Gabriel, love you, want you,” David whimpered softly, running his hands over the broad shoulders and down his back. He cupped Gabriel’s muscled buttocks, kneading with preternatural strength.

“I love you, David, my angel,”

A groan left the Lycan’s throat as he moved away slightly then Gabriel’s mouth was placing searing kisses against pale skin. The bigger male’s nimble tongue touched a hot-spot behind David’s knee which caused the Vampire to tremble. He kissed the inside of a satin-smooth thigh and a soft moan left the blond’s lips.

“I want to make you burn hot and fly high,” the Lycan said, in a voice made husky by desire. Gabriel snaked his tongue out, flicking it against the base of David’s erection, his right hand sliding down and cupping David’s sac, rubbing and manipulating with a gentleness that belied the need that blazed through his larger form.

“I’ve only ever felt heat like this in your arms,” David groaned, as Gabriel’s tongue sent flickers of flame through his body. He whimpered as the Lycan caressed the hard orbs high in his sac.

“Want to fly higher?” Gabriel asked, in a low purr. His tongue slid with agonising slowness up David’s turgid flesh. One hand slid over satin-sleek thighs, the other lovingly rolled the Vampire’s orbs, keeping the blond trembling on the precipice. Gabriel then began a slow, deliberate swallow of David’s erection applying suction as he reached its base. His fingers circled the tight entrance between the blond’s cheeks, feeling the liquid desire that was oozing free. The touch to furled flesh had the rose beginning to bloom, the Vampire’s body opening to accept its mate.

Arching upwards David let out a low moan of passion as Gabriel swallowed his hardness. He wriggled his hips, trying to encourage his mate to be inside him as he felt the teasing digit. His shaft was already in heaven enveloped in the warm wetness of his lover’s mouth. Gabriel’s finger pressed against his entrance caressing in circular motions, not quite penetrating and David’ moans increased. There were no words, just heat, desire and love.

“Just relax,” Gabriel whispered huskily, starting to press the tip of his finger into the beautiful golden form that was his own, personal angel on earth. Gabriel swallowed David’s penis once again as he eased his finger deeper, he curled it and stroked the Vampire’s sweet spot. A dulcet cry of his name left David’s kiss-swollen lips.

Stars ignited behind David’s eyes and he quivered helplessly as Gabriel’s head moved up and down, the Lycan’s long tongue swirling, tasting and teasing. His hands tightened and relaxed spasmodically against the broad shoulders of his mate. Pleasure seared through his veins sending him soaring out of control. His inner muscles clenched and unclenched around the welcome intruder as his lover encouraged his body to stretch to take Gabriel’s rampant sex.

“Gabriel, what you do to me,” he whispered

Sliding up the small, sleek body beneath him, Gabriel lay there a moment, gazing lovingly at his mate. David’s eyes had darkened to indigo from his passion, his hair was a golden nimbus as his head thrashed and low moans escaped his lush lips. The Lycan continued to slide his finger gently in and out of the delectable form. He dropped his head and his teeth nibbled hungrily on a hardened nipple,

“I’m flying,” David’s voice was filled with joy and desire and his caresses light against Gabriel’s shoulders. “I only feel this way with you, my love.” He whimpered needily, his hips arching upwards as two fingers delved inside him and a fluttering kiss was placed against the base of his throat. David’s moans became a gasp when a spike of heat slammed through his body as Gabriel tapped at his hidden jewel. His mate slid down his lithe form, nipping at his stomach, until he reached David’s navel and dipped his tongue in, swirling it around. The Lycan pulled his fingers out of David’s tight passage leaving the blond aching to be filled once more. David’s hips arched encouragingly as Gabriel began to press the tip of his erection against his still-tight entrance.

“Love me, Gabriel.”

“I do, David, I do and I always will,” the Lycan groaned before ığdır escort he sealed his mouth over David’s and pressed harder against the tight rose.

“More,” David’s command was as much a plea, his voice roughened with passion.

“Yes, my angel,” Gabriel complied, as he slid all the way inside and stilled.

“More,” David countered, his voice dropping, becoming sultry and low. He cupped Gabriel’s face and pulled him down, his tongue slid against Gabriel’s lower lip in a slow, sensuous motion.

With a groan, the Lycan pulled his hips back and thrust smoothly. David’s body contracted around his hard length as he pushed deeper into the heated sheath. Their mouths met in heated passion, tongues dancing in an age old rhythm. Gabriel pulled David closer and growled deep into David’s mouth as the blond dragged his fingers into the bigger male’s skin, trying to get the Lycan to move faster and harder.

Gripping the slender hips of the younger man beneath him, Gabriel tilted them upwards, the angle allowing him to thrust deeper into the welcoming body. He deliberately stroked David’s prostate with every movement, teasing the blond with a flurry of rapid snaps of his hips and then a slow, desultory grind. He draped the lithe legs over his elbows, spreading David wider, pounding into the willing form. Gabriel reached between them and took David’s neglected erection in his hand. He stroked the hot, damp flesh hard and fast, his hips pumping with a feral speed. Gabriel grinned fiercely as David came screaming his name in shuddering convulsions. The blond’s seed fountained over Gabriel’s fingers as his body twitched uncontrollably beneath the purring Lycan.

“So very beautiful in your pleasure, my own sweet angel,” Gabriel whispered. He continued to move slowly, languidly in David’s body, still stroking his lover’s sweet spot, raising his seed covered fingers towards his mouth. “David, watch me.”

The Vampire’s eyes opened and he watched as Gabriel began to lick each finger clean, slowly…deliberately…the gesture making his sated shaft twitch slowly back to life. His loins began to tighten and heat spread throughout his already highly-sensitised body as Gabriel’s still-hard flesh repeatedly stimulated his jewel. The initial, almost frenzied, coupling slowed, becoming gentler, sweeter, more loving.

“Oh, Gabriel,” David sighed as his lover’s hard, thick rod glided in his slickened channel.

“What do you want, my love?” Gabriel asked, leaning down and brushing his lips over the softer ones beneath him. For the big Lycan, kissing his beloved was so addictive that he never wanted to stop.

“I want you to fill me, Gabriel. I want to see you come,” David groaned as he arched upwards and captured Gabriel’s mouth, ravishing the lips with his teeth and tongue.

“It will be my pleasure, angel,” Gabriel whispered, His tongue swept back into David’s mouth. Tilting slender hips higher, he shifted David’s legs to his shoulders, allowing him to penetrate impossibly deeper. He began to thrust faster and harder into his mate. David’s mewls spurred him on as he grunted and growled with mind-fracturing pleasure as the slick sheath contracted around his eager erection. The Lycan gave a low howl of triumph as David’s sated flesh hardened once more.

David’s moans increased exponentially to Gabriel’s speed and force until the Lycan was ramming into him with all the preternatural force of his powerful haunches. He felt pleasure building on pleasure. It was addictive, sensual, two-becoming-one. He did not feel as if his orgasm had ceased from the moment he had initially spilt his seed. He still had residual aftershocks which were growing in intensity. He ground his lips against the Lycan’s in a hungry, desperate kiss. Tongues duelled and teeth clashed, chests rubbed against each other and hands tangled in hair. David moaned incoherently, needing more, needing the shared release that would take them both to bliss.

Gabriel’s eyes glittered with excitement in the dim light. The pleasure was reaching irresistible levels. He stroked David’s resurrected rod, twisting his wrist at its apex to swirl his thumb over the dripping head. His hand matched his hips’ furious rhythm, becoming a blur of speed. He swooped down and covered his lover’s mouth with his own, tongue plunging immediately into the welcoming cavern. David’s wail of completion was muffled by Gabriel’s lips, the Lycan still mercilessly pounding as his mate’s small frame shook with over-arousal. Although his lover’s crème adorned both bodies, Gabriel continued to fist him.

“Come with me!” Gabriel barked. A high-pitched keening built up in David’s throat as Gabriel’s hips finally jerked erratically, his rhythm faltering. “David!” Gabriel roared out his climax, pumping his seed into David, and that sent the blond over the edge one last, effortful time.

David screamed to the sky as another orgasm tore like a tornado throughout his still shaking body. His channel contracted brutally against Gabriel’s spurting flesh, but his own ısparta escort twitched dryly, the few scant drops in no way reflecting the magnitude of his final climax.

Gabriel came deep inside the blond beneath him. Still convulsing with the pleasurable aftershocks, the Lycan shivered and trembled. He rested his nose and lips against his mate’s throat, biting down, marking the Vampire as his. His teeth pierced fragile flesh, tongue lapping languidly at the sweet essence of his mate as David mewled softly. He licked the tiny puncture marks closed before easing his satiated flesh from David’s exhausted body. A low rumbling, deep purr accompanied the dark male’s tongue bathing his lover’s body as he lapped up every precious drop of David’s crème. Effortlessly he flipped the pliant form, spreading satin-smooth cheeks. He buried his tongue deep inside savouring his lover’s most intimate taste overlaid with his own seed.

David sighed his pleasure as he was finally settled to lie on top of Gabriel’s body. He nosed through the abundant chest fur to suckle one thick, dark nub, then the other. He smiled as Gabriel tilted his head, offering his throat.

“Feed from me,” Gabriel rasped.

David daintily fastened his teeth at the exposed flesh, drinking strength and power from the large Lycan. He hummed his joy as he licked closed the small wounds and nestled safely in Gabriel’s arms.

“Can we stay here a while?” he asked. “It’s so rare we get to spend time under the stars.”

“We can stay as long as you wish, my angel,” Gabriel replied, nuzzling his mate’s temple, his hands roaming freely over David’s slender back and buttocks. “I love you.”

“Love you, too,” David smiled. He kissed the Lycan rubbing affectionately at the well-trimmed goatee before snuggling his head into the junction of the bigger male’s head and shoulders. He gazed up at the stars, listening to the low, rumbles from deep within Gabriel’s chest and sighed in a mixture of satiation, completeness and love. He began a slow stroke of his lover’s furred chest. He wanted them to make love again in the magical spot before returning to their family. He gave a feral smile as Gabriel’s shaft began to twitch as his hand skimmed towards the muscular abdomen. He was quite sure his wish would soon be granted.

****

“Are you certain you will not take a walk with us, Vincent?” Seamus asked. He had hoped to get both men to accompany him as twilight was falling. Vincent had shown no inclination to speak to anyone willingly and as two days had passed, Seamus was now looking to break down the barriers himself.

“Not this time,” Vincent said. It would be hard to let Wyl leave his side, but the blue-eyed blond knew that his heart-brother was likely to want him to speak and he was still unable to talk of his imprisonment. He occasionally revisited his ordeal in his memories, seeking to assure himself he had not been physically assaulted and that there had, in truth, been no way for him to have stopped Marcus. The big, red demon was a frequent visitor in his mind and Vincent felt he needed to work things through for himself before being able to speak of it to his family — especially his Chosen.

“I can stay with you…” Wyl began, but was silenced by a soft kiss. He sighed, knowing he would cede to Vincent as he had done since they had reunited.

“I am happy to stay and chat with Mario and Roman,” Vincent smiled, caressing Wyl’s beautiful face, trying to smooth the lines of anxiety on the normally unmarked brow. He could also see the signs of shadows under espresso eyes and a shard of guilt cut through him. He had to act soon. That he was causing his Chosen pain was not acceptable. Another day and he would make himself speak. “Go and enjoy the forest. Gabriel and David enthuse about it.” He moved to whisper hotly in Wyl’s ear. “Find us a place where I can love you under the stars. I love you, Wyl. Never doubt I love you.”

“I love you,” Wyl whispered back, letting his body meld to the bigger Vampire’s solid frame as Vincent hugged him hard. “I want to help you, Vincent,” he added in a tiny voice.

“You do, you are,” Vincent vowed. “Just a little while more, my Own, please.”

Wyl nodded as he was released from Vincent’s embrace. Perhaps some time alone was what his husband needed. He gave a small smile as Vincent headed towards the two big, blond Lycans that stood a respectful distance away.

“He’ll be fine, Wyl,” Seamus said as he wrapped an arm around a trim waist and began to lead them towards the forest. “He needs to come to terms with what happened and it’s taking longer than we would like.”

“I’d do anything for him, Seamus. Anything,” Wyl said softly.

“I know, little one,” the older Vampire replied. “And I know how hard it’s been for you, too.” He dropped a kiss into Wyl’s dark tresses, earning a smile from the slender brunette. “I promise to take care of you both.”

****

Wyl looked around with awe at the tall, majestic trees. He felt he had been transported back in time thousands of years to when a primordial world would have been covered with such flora. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scents of the forest. Everything seemed cleaner, crisper and even the greenery seemed brighter, verdant, more alive than he had ever experienced before. He caught a glimpse of the grin on Seamus’ face.

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Potato Chips

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A new oil used to cook potato chips has some very unpleasant side effects for that one in ten thousand who eat it. Brian is one of those one in ten thousand and by the third quarter of the football game all hell breaking loose. By the end of the game, Brian was in a kind of hell till his wife Carol walked him out of there.

Story Part 1

“Honey, you OK,” Carol asked from the other side of the bathroom door.

“Hell no I’m not OK, my legs are falling asleep,” Brian said as he shifted again for the sake of his circulation and asked, “what did the doctor say?”

“I didn’t talk to the doctor, he’s in surgery, but his nurse said it’s most likely from the chips,” Carol said.

“The chips? Did you just say chips,” Brian asked as another cramp took hold of him.

“Yes, the chips! The potato chips,” Carol said trying to sound sympathetic as Brain groaned.

“How does she know it’s the chips,” Brian asked.

“Olestra,” Carol said.

“O what,” Brian asked.

Brian had consumed a full bag of chips by the first quarter of the game. A third of a second bag by half time with nearly four beers. His first cramps began at the start of the third quarter. All hell broke lose just as the forth quarter began and, damn it, it was a hell of a game. He’d made it to the bathroom, but only just, and he’d been in the bathroom ever since.

“Olestra! Carol said and added, “it’s the food additive they use for those particular chips. There is a reason they are advertised as zero calories,” Carol said.

“How do you know it’s that Olay or whatever it is,” Brian asked.

“I just looked on the bag and those chips were cooked in an oil called Olean which is the brand name for Olestra. Anyway, she says that some people, a few, and it looks like you’re one of them, can’t tolerate it,” Carol said and added, “here, I’ll read the warning label…

Quote: This product contains Olestra. Olestra may cause abdominal cramping and loose stools. Olestra inhibits the absorption of some vitamins and other nutrients. unquote.”

“Great! So now what,” Brian asked.

“Your abdominal cramps and loose stool… that is to say your diarrhea, is going to last till your body has rid itself of the chemical causing it,” Carol noted.

“How’s that,” Brian asked.

“Something about the Olestra separating itself out in the intestine. Anyway, like I said, that’s most likely the cause of your diarrhea,” Carol said and added, “the nurse says a couple of days at least.”

“So what you’re telling me is that I’m stuck in here for two more days,” Brian asked sounding desperate. Spending the next two days in the bathroom was not very appealing.

“No, the nurse suggested a couple of things that can help. I’m going to the pharmacy right now to try and find something that will get you out of there. I’ll be back as soon as I can,” Carol said.

“No problem, I’ll be right here – still,” Brian said sounding frustrated and defeated. Not only did he miss the best part of the game, but he was stuck on a beautiful Spring day in a room no bigger than a prison cell and his legs were killing him.

Carol was gone just a little over thirty minutes when Brian heard the front door close.

“That you,” Brian hollered.

“It’s me,” Carol said from the living room.

“Thank heaven,” Brian said and added, “find anything.”

“The pharmacist says you’re definitely reacting to the oil those chips were cooked in. It’s a typical food intolerance, like some get with lactose,” Carol said.

“What the hell is lactose,” Brian asked.

“It’s the sugar in milk. Never mind that, it’s just an example. Anyway, we’ve got to treat the symptoms, and get you back on your feet, so I got you some vitamins and Imodium,” Carol said.

“Vitamins, what the hell do I need vitamins for,” Brian asked in utter frustration and no small amount of confusion.

“The pharmacist says that the oil prevents you from absorbing some vitamins, like A, D, and E plus other essential nutrients. You need those particular vitamins every day. The Imodium will help you absorb those nutrients and water,” Carol said.

“Water? Trust me, I sure as heck don’t need water,” Brian said sarcastically.

“Actually you do. Lots of water. Until this passes, you’re also at risk of becoming dehydrated,” Carol said as she added, “so I also got you some bottled water and fruit juice.”

“How long before any of this works,” Brian asked.

“Few hours at least, Carol noted and then cautiously added, “that’s a few hours for your body to start getting those vitamins, but it’s not going to eliminate your diarrhea.

“Fine. So in the meantime, I spend the rest of my day in here,” Brain said before adding, “and miss most of the second game. Damn it, it was the one day, the only day I had.”

“Not necessarily,” Carol said.

“What? What did you say,” Brain asked. Carol’s voice had dropped slightly with that last statement.

“I said you don’t have to stay in there,” Carol said.

“Right! I can just sit on a plastic beylikdüzü escort sheet, and poo my pants. I can change them… right,” Brian asked sarcastically.

“Actually, yes and no, but not pants,” Carol said.

“What are you talking about, Brian asked.

“Honey, I got you two packages of Tranquility brand daytime protective underwear and one package of overnights for tonight. At least they can get you out of the bathroom,” Carol said.

“What? You got what,” Brian asked trying to figure out what it was she was saying. What the heck was protective underwear, he mused. It dawned on Brian just a moment later.

“Tranquility brand daytime protective underwear. It will get you out of there,” Carol said.

“Tranquility? Protective underwear? Wait a second, are you talking about diapers,” Brian hollered and added, “Diapers? You’ve got to be kidding me!”

“Not diapers. Pull-ups. Honey, they go on like underwear,” Carol said.

“Pull-ups! What’s the difference, they are still diapers! Right? No way,” Brian said with a lowered voice.

“What,” Carol asked.

“I said, there is no way I’m going to even consider wearing those things,” Brian yelled.

“I know. Actually, I didn’t think you’d go for it. Anyway, here’s the other stuff you need. I’m going to start doing a little yard work,” Carol said in frustration. She already knew what Brian would say.

“I’m telling you right now, I’m not wearing diapers,” Brian said.

“I know that. I just thought it might help you get out of that bathroom,” Carol said.

“Like hell! I’d rather stay here,” Brian noted sounding angry.

“No problem and I understand. Look, it’s OK, I can take them back later. Just make sure you move your legs every few minutes or so,” Carol said opening the door slightly so she could slip the large bag into the bathroom.

Tranquility brand daytime protective underwear, the package read. On the cover a picture of a very odd looking pair of underpants. They looked like some sort of ruffled panties for women more than underwear for men, Brian mused, although it didn’t say which gender.

Brian put the package on top of the clothes hamper and ignored them as he tore off the protective wrap on the Imodium pills. Didn’t matter, Brain decided, he’d seen the commercials and there was never any men in those commercials. Just middle aged women playing golf, tennis or exercising. They were always smiling as they obviously were wetting themselves.

“No way,” he mused out loud as he lifted his right leg to allow the blood to flow before doing so with his left. His legs were falling asleep regularly. Even his bottom was starting to go numb.

Brian rummaged through the bag. A small travel package of baby wipes and baby powder were also in the bag. He ignored those as well as he took out one of the bottles of water before shaking out one of the vitamins. At the bottom, in a package by itself, were plastic vinyl pants.

“Baby pants? Not in this lifetime,” Brian said dropping the soft package of two back into the bag. He knew why his wife had gotten them considering how messy things might get but even so, there was no way he was going to use those or anything else he had to wear. Never.

It was coming up on three o’clock when Brian picked the package of disposables back up to read the back. He had stood for a time stamping his feet and working his legs before the cramps started up again.

They did go on like underwear, but had sides that could be ripped opened. They crinkled slightly but the fabric was soft and mostly silent. They had no real front or back except for the blue lines in the elastic, but the puffiness on each side made it clear, to anyone with any common sense, they were diapers.

Brian tugged one loose from the bag. They were thicker between the legs with that thickness tapering off front to back but spreading outward like a fan. Diapers, he mused in disgust.

A wide elastic waist was what made them seem so odd looking, but that also meant they wouldn’t move or slip down, the package read. It wasn’t so much the waistband that bothered him but the gathers for the legs. The elastic, gathering as it did, made it look like ruffles on girl’s panties.

Brian turned the package to read the back.

Absorbent and waterproof, the package noted, although what caught Brian’s eye was that they were odor proof as well. Try as he might, the instant he thought he was done going to the bathroom, he wasn’t. He looked at the package in more disgust, but finally, reluctantly, he realized a little hope.

His legs were getting sore when he finally decided to try one. He opened the bathroom door cautiously, moved to his dresser and found a pair of jogging pants he hoped would hide the puffiness. It took a moment for the diaper and another few before he pulled the plastic pants from their own package.

He made several checks in front of the mirror before he was satisfied that nothing showed.

“Hey, you’re out,” Carol said as Brian walked adana escort into the back yard.

“Not a word,” Brian said.

“About what,” Carol said.

“You know about what,” Brian said.

“I wasn’t going to say anything, but you’ve got to admit they at least got you out of that bathroom, right. So really, what’s left to be said,” Carol asked.

“Nothing,” Brian said moving down the path to the shed. He was positive his bottom was swinging sideways like a hooker or waddling like a baby’s might. He felt the fullness between his legs, the padding across his bottom. That odd feeling that he’d left a towel between his legs.

They might look more like underwear than diapers and that was debatable, but they definitely didn’t feel like underwear, Brian noted as he walked. It felt like he was wearing a diaper although it hadn’t showed when he slipped his jogging pants on and stood in front of the mirror.

Brian started the mower and rode it out of the shed but another set of minor cramps hit. Rather than start mowing, he drove it directly to the back steps of the house. He got off and walked back into the house. Carol tried not noticing.

In the bathroom Brian dropped his jogging pants and then the plastic pants as he tugged the disposable down and just making it. A light spotting at the back suggested he would have ruined another pair of pants were he not wearing that disposable. He easily tore the sides open and rolled it closed. He used toilet paper, then a disposable baby wipe to clean himself.

Brian was grateful for the protection when that last session ended. He took up another baby wipe. It was soothing that cool moistness. He took up another disposable from the package while kicking his jogging and plastic pants free.

This time he sprinkled baby powder down the back after pulling the disposable on. His logic, for that baby powder, was the odor. He left the bathroom with the ruined diaper in a small plastic bag they used for the little trash can. He put the bag into the trash under the sink after closing it with a twist tie.

Brian climbed back on the garden tractor and began mowing their vast back lawn. This time he was able to complete that chore before heading back to the bathroom. That last movement, halfway through the mowing, had been terrible to feel but a few checks made it clear he was dry on the outside. He had an hour before the next game started.

He lasted only another twenty minutes in the yard. It was his third change before taking up a rake. Halfway through raking he had another attack. It was his diaper change and, like the last one, it was stained enough to make it clear to him that they worked.

Another baby wipe, more baby powder and a bit of fussing with the gathers around his legs this time. There was something about that gathering that made him feel oddly juvenile and the padding between his thighs didn’t help. He pulled his jogging and baby pants up and left the bathroom again.

“How you doing,” Carol said moving away from her potting bench with a new plant.

“I’m doing,” Brian said with a little less hostility in his voice.

“Make sure you are drinking that water and juice and don’t forget to take one of the vitamins,” Carol said.

Part 2

“I did, thanks,” Brian said almost cheerfully as he headed for the new path he’d been working on for the past few weekends. Carol was smiling.

It was the thought of Brian wearing a diaper that had Carol sneaking peeks every so often. It was the thought of taping him into a disposable that had her attention when she was working her way down the isle at the pharmacy.

Carol had never considered such things till today, but now she was definitely considering it. Imagining Brian being babied by her left her oddly excited. It had taken her a long time to chose what he’d wear during the day and even more for his nighttime diaper.

Carol had settled on the Tranquility brand for day use simply because they did go on like underwear, but she couldn’t resist that temptation as she hunted for the cutest disposable. In the trunk of her car was a package of adult disposables that did go on like a diaper. She’d gotten the thickest the pharmacist had.

Brian was also wondering, almost at the same time, what it would be like getting tapped into a diaper. It wasn’t something he might have considered before this, but the fullness between his legs and that odd feel and those sliding little rubs when he walked was forming just a hint of a fantasy.

It was that fantasy that made him move off towards the house again. He actually didn’t need to change himself, this time, but the thought of doing so had caused in him that desire to do so. He flushed slightly walking past Carol so soon, but she wasn’t looking. Although when he passed, she did.

Two baby wipes this time with one for the front and a bit more baby powder than he’d used before at the back, although this time he added some of it to the front. This diaper, the one he removed, was almost unused but then again that afyon escort wasn’t the reason for his change, as he fussed a bit longer before putting his jogging pants on.

It was definitely the feel of it, Brian mused. The feel and then the freshness that the baby powder added helped as well, and so too the thickness once again playing between his legs.

“Hey,” Carol said deciding not to say something that might make it worse as Brian came out of the house.

“Hey back,” Brian said almost cheerfully.

“So really, how are you doing,” Carol asked patting soil around another of the several new blooms she was adding to the garden.

“A whole lot better than I was,” Brian said and after a pause that came with a slight flush to his face he added, “and those other things… I guess those things were a good idea as well, so thanks for that.”

“Thought they might be and you’re welcome,” Carol said trying not to pay too much attention to Brian’s padded state. It made him appear vulnerable and that was also very appealing to her right then.

Anyone else looking might not notice his bottom a bit firmer, a little larger than normal, but Carol did and that thought also made her slightly giddy. She had images of Brain working as he was now, but clad only in a disposable diaper and those milky white baby pants. A nice thick white disposable diaper and white plastic pants with only a tee-shirt, she mused happily over the image.

A very cute, very thick white disposable, baby pants and a short tee-shirt so it didn’t hide the fact he was diapered. That full backside waddling around the yard, with her patting him occasionally, left her almost faint. She couldn’t wait for tonight.

Brian was on his sixth diaper by dinner time and after his shower he was wearing his seventh. Lots more baby powder this time and Carol noticed the baby powder fresh smell as he came walking past her for the table.

Dinner was normal except Carol made sure there was mostly bulks for Brian to eat and most of what she fried was fried in the new cooking oil she’d also purchased. That new cooking oil was also made with Olestra.

Carol felt guilty, terribly guilty over that part, but without that Olestra she was afraid Brian would get over his problem way too soon.

The Imodium was helping and so was the juice and water as Brain ate dinner normally.

Brian’s diarrhea was still there, but it was coming under some semblance of control now. He had not had to use the bathroom since coming into the house, but decided he’d better change again. He didn’t need to change at all, but he if didn’t, he mused, those diapers might end too soon.

“Be right back,” Brian said faking his cramps.

“Take that other package in with you,” Carol said.

“Which? I’ve still got more than enough in the first one,” Brian said.

“Not the day package, the night one,” Carol said.

“I don’t follow you,” Brian said.

“Honey, it’s nearly bed time, might just as well switch to the night time ones,” Carol said hoping her voice didn’t sound as shaky as she felt.

“Night time? What night time ones,” Brian asked.

“I got another package for night… You know, night, as in sleep? I got those so you can go longer without getting up. So you can sleep,” Carol said.

“Pull-ups,” Brian asked feeling slightly excited.

“No. Actually these tape on,” Carol said keeping her fingers crossed.

“Diapers? Actual diapers,” Brian noted.

“OK, yes, diapers if that makes you feel better. Now stop acting so blasted silly. Those pull-ups are working and so will the others if you’ll get over your darn hang-ups,” Carol said.

“I just don’t see the need,” Brian said but not meaning it. He was getting curious and even more excited at the prospects of wearing a diaper to bed, but trying not to show it. A few seconds later all hell began to break loose again. He wasn’t faking it. This time he didn’t make it.

“You OK,” Carol asked from the other side of the door. She was feeling the guilt more because she’d used that cooking oil. She decided to stop, he didn’t need that, she mused herself.

“Damn, it’s like it was at the start of this,” Brian said from the other side of the door. His pull-up, badly soiled this time and the edge of his plastic panties were soiled, and on the floor as Brian started the shower.

“It’s going to be OK. I’ll be in the bedroom getting your things ready,” Carol said.

“What? What things,” Brian asked pausing with one foot in the tub as he adjusted the temperature of his shower.

“I think that tape-on disposable is going to be better,” Carol said.

“Fine! Whatever,” Brian said sounding frustrated and thankful Carol couldn’t see the smile forming on his face.

“That really looks like a damn diaper,” Brian said coming into the bedroom. It was a diaper and of that there was little doubt. Carol had picked that particular brand because it really did look like a baby’s diaper.

“It is and if you’d rather not do this then go get another pull-up, but clearly you’re still not over your problem,” Carol said stating the obvious.

“OK, fine, we’ll go with those,” Brian said as he moved to the bed.

“Just lay over it and I’ll make the adjustments when you’re laying down flat,” Carol said as she stood there.

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