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Part Six

Mercurio was sitting on the train, going through his phone as he idly scrolled while thinking about what had happened before he left Amber’s apartment. They had cuddled for a while longer, but soon the evening became late and Mercurio reluctantly had to admit to himself that he should try and catch the last train home. Amber had offered for him to stay the night, but he had to decline due to obligations he had the next day back in his city. 

“You just sit tight then for a minute.”

She replied, leaning in to give him a small peck on the cheek which left him blushing. Glancing behind her as she got up, her otter tail swishing behind her as she flashed him a toothy smile, she disappeared from the living room back into her bedroom. He had waited, very aware of the fact that he was sitting with no pants on and only a diaper between his wooly legs.

She had returned a minute later, holding his pants across one fuzzy arm and a backpack strap held in her other free paw. 

“These are for you, sweetie.”

Mercurio had looked at her, hesitantly accepting the backpack before unzipping the front zipper and peering inside. It was filled with diapers, the same one she had affectionately placed him into. Cutesy designs of the infantilizing undergarments peered up at him, causing his stomach to twist at the sheer joy of beholding such objects. It was a little embarrassing, sure, but nevertheless something he found himself really enjoying. 

Those were his diapers, nobody else's, and the thought of that caused the butterflies in his stomach to set loose once more, flapping about inside of him. 

Setting his pants down on the couch, she handed him the final object she was holding. When he reached for it, she drew it back and giggled mischievously, speaking. 

“Oh now, only I get to put you in your going-home pull-up. Come on, little one. Follow me.”

He had sheepishly done so, following her into her bedroom and allowing her to untape his padding while he remained standing. Blushing furiously, he had watched her take great care in slipping the pull-ups onto his legs and carefully adjusting the elastic strap around his waist. The protective underwear had little designs of sleeping moons and sparkling stars, as well as the occasional souring comet. 

“Just in case my little guy has any night-time accidents on the train.”

She had crooned, and Mercurio immediately found himself growing a little excitement inside of the infantile undergarment. He tried to hide it at first, moving his front hooves over it but not before Amber had noticed. 

“I think somebody likes his toddlers pants, hmm?”

She giggled, standing up and bringing him into a hug, brushing her thigh against his growing excitement as she did so. This only further exacerbated his growing arousal, and Mercurio could only stutter in response. She had put a finger to his lips, shushing him and reaching around to give his padded bottom a pat.

“Go on home now, don’t miss the train. And text me!”

Accompanying him back to her living room, Mecurior had awkwardly pulled his pants back into place before giving her a final hug goodbye. Wishing he could stay, he  departed the apartment complex feeling light as a feather, and with an extra comfortable feeling between his legs. 

Now, on the train, he had opened up his wallet when he was paying for the ticket and noticed that something new had slipped inside. Having paid for his passage, he sat down and opened up his wallet to inspect this unknown item. Almost immediately, he blushed profusely at what he saw, and quickly glanced around to check whether anybody happened to be looking over his shoulder.

It was a polaroid picture of him laying on the bed, wearing an obviously soaked diaper and waiting for his change. The picture must have developed while the two were cuddling, and now it was his to keep as a memory of the first time he had engaged with a little side with another person.

Not to mention, the other person happened to be someone that he found very, very attractive. Mercurio sighed, laying back into his seat and gazing out the window as he thought about that night’s turn of events. He had not expected to find himself growing so close with Amber so quickly, and she evidently found him really appealing as well. His heart swelled with happiness, and he thought back to the shape of her hips, her form, and the robust femininity that a female otter offered. 

Once more, he found himself growing a little excited in his pull ups, the resistance offered by them only furthering his libido. He tried to calm down, but try as he might, the thought of Amber’s behavior and affections to him were simply too delicious to mull over. 

The changes, the snuggling, the gentle whispering of Amber treating him as if he were no older than two to three years of age. It was euphoric, and Mercurio already found himself eagerly awaiting the next time the two would meet. It would have to be soon, he would likely start planning his life around it. 

And the best part was, he figured that Amber was doing much the same at the moment. He would have to send her a message that he got back home safely, and then again in the morning. He figured it might be prudent to have her visit his place this time, given the fact that he now had his own supply of diapers given to him by the otter in question. 

Mercurio still felt a little nervous walking about in public with a backpack full of adult baby diapers. He knew it was silly, even if somebody did get a look inside it was none of their business what kind of things he had with him on outings. Still, the thought made his cheeks ruddy, and he did his best to stare out the window lest somebody on the train see him growing red in the face. 

There were not many people on the train, as it was late in the evening, so the goat really had nothing to worry about. 

About a half hour later, he arrived home, sending a text over to Amber that he had arrived safely and thanking her for a wonderful evening. She responded in kind, telling him that as far as she was concerned her door was open for him whenever he liked. Mercurio beamed at his phone, feeling as if he had a paw warmer lodged in his chest. Going to bed that night was a little difficult, even despite the fact that the pullups were particularly snug. He could not get his mind off of Amber, and just how much he had enjoyed being vulnerable with her. 

Eventually, however, he was able to drift off to sleep to the thought of big, female otters lovingly caressing his hair, and asking him whether his diaper needed to be checked. 

~ ~ ~

Mercurio was back at his apartment, and lounging on his sofa. He had downloaded the internet messenger onto his phone, and was now enjoying being able to use the application he reserved for Amber and only Amber to message her while he lazed about his living room. Amber had just gotten back from work, and was happy to have someone to chat to while she prepared dinner. 

Ambi-Bambi: You know, I’ll say it. I’m a slut for barbecued shrimp.

The_Goat_Wrote: Is that what’s for dinner? 

Mercurio wrote back, smiling to himself as he read through the small-talk he was having with Amber. What he really was eager to talk about was the next time they met, but he did not want to appear too intent on it.  Still, he did not mind too much that the conversation was mostly casual. He was finding himself lingering on every word the otter had to say. His attraction to her had grown, and he had the sneaking suspicion that hers had too. 

The butterflies took off in his stomach, taking laps around his innards as he felt their powdery tips brush against him. There was a warmth, too, spreading in his chest. Despite the active tummy, he felt calmer than he ever had before. The safety and openness he had established with Amber was tangible, and he felt ready to tell her just about everything if she asked. Maybe with a joke, still, but nevertheless he would tell her. Eventually, it was Amber that brought up the topic of future convenings.

 Ambi-Bambi: So like, this weekend?

The_Goat_Wrote: Oof, you’ll have to get my secretary on that one. 

Ambi-Bambi: Ha ha ha. You are so funny. 

Mercurio grinned, not wasting a beat to reply. 

The_Goat_Wrote: Just kidding, you should come to my place this time around. Let me mix you something that’ll warm you up. 

Ambi-Bambi: You’re not one of those whiskey drinkers are you? Strongest I can handle is tequila with extra lime. 

The_Goat_Wrote: Heh, I actually have more of a sweet tooth. Just drink some water before bed or you’ll be fermenting all night. 

Ambi-Bambi: I will ferment YOU. But yeah, I could stay a night. That is, if there’s enough room in your bed not taken up by your giant, padded tushie. 

Mercurio found himself blushing at the screen, unsure of how to respond at first as the circuits in his head fired. It was an accurate statement, as when he was waddling around in the diaper Amber lovingly put on him, his posterior was pretty pronounced. He knew she was kidding, but the statement still hit home pretty hard. He was starting to feel little just reading the message twice over. It was the period and comma in the message, the fact that the statement was so grammatically sound on a texting program made it come across as particularly deliberate. 

The_Goat_Wrote: I think I could make some room for you. Or, you’ll just have to use my ‘padded tushie’ as your pillow for the night. Sorry, there’s only so much space. 

Mercurio bit his lip, grinning cheekily as he watched the bubbles pop up immediately after he sent his message. He knew she would be intent on responding to such a jab, and reveled in the fact that he was able to keep up to teasing he knew very well he would have a hard time responding vocally. She was intent on putting him in his infantilized position, he was well aware of that, and playing coy with it was exhilarating. 

Ambi-Bambi: You won’t be so cocky, young man, when that “pillow” I’m using is soaking wet in the morning and you’re in need of a diaper change. 

She had him there, and he took a minute to allow the burning in his cheeks to subside. Deciding that furthering the bratty behavior would not be very sporting, he admitted the current situation he was in. 

The_Goat_Wrote: Sorry, needed to take a moment to have my cheeks calm down. They’re uhhh, little ruddy reading this. 

Ambi-Bambi: I’ll be there to pinch them soon to boot. Friday afternoon? I can take the train. 

The_Goat_Wrote: Works fine for me, wanna go out for dinner or shall I cook something up for you?

Ambi-Bambi: Let’s go out, treat ourselves a bit. After our stomachs are treated, I’ll be treating you. Though, you can make me a drink first. Chop, chop, let’s see that diaper in action in the kitchen helping me get drunk. 

Mercurio smiled ruefully, shaking his head at the otter’s teasing attitude. They were comfortable enough with one another that he was starting to see Amber’s bossier side, a side he did not mind as it was usually accompanied by her telling him exactly what he would be wearing and what he’d be doing with it. He liked that, it was a little bit of a respite from adult responsibilities and duties. Having someone telling you what to do whom you found immensely attractive while they did it was not the worst deal. 

The_Goat_Wrote: Yes Ma'am, one drink strong enough to cause a sailor to pass out coming up. 

Ambi-Bambi: Oh hun, I have an otter’s worth of fat in this bod. I could drink you under the table in under three rounds. 

The_Goat_Wrote: I honestly don’t doubt it, I like my ciders and meads, but after a few this goat gets faded. Still bet I could balance on a mountain top better than you though. 

Ambi-Bambi: What on earth would an otter be doing drunk on a mountain top. 

The_Goat_Wrote: She’s really bad at finding clams, I’ll say that much. 

Ambi-Bambi: Oh hardy-har-har. You probably can’t even swim. 

The_Goat_Wrote: I can doggy paddle..?

Ambi-Bambi: You’re too cute, know that?

Mercurio could feel his cheeks beginning to feel sore from smiling so much. Rarely had he found texting someone as rewarding as this. The weeks leading up to meeting up with her had been exciting, but tinged with a spot of insecurity. This was now all but gone, as having gone on their first date together had been a resounding success. He considered, for a moment, and then decided against asking the question so early. 

Why rush? He’d let the meetings enjoy themselves as they had so far, and if they continued as such, it would come up organically. Still, he could feel his attraction towards her, and figured that things were going well enough that he should not worry. 

He was goofy and generally easy-going, she was strong-willed and confident. Thinking about it more, he was finding himself liking the picture in his mind of them more and  more. His stomach rumbled, and thoughts of what Amber was cooking was beginning to act up on him. 

The_Goat_Wrote: Don’t get me started on how cute you are too, I could go on. Doggy-paddler hungry though, catch you later?

Ambi-Bambi: I wouldn’t stop you if you started. See ya squirt! Have some apple slices and peanut butter. :P 

With that, Mercurio saw her icon become offline, and he heaved a big sigh of contentment. Next, something to eat, after that, he would have to wait all week with impatience until he saw her again. More importantly, he would have to hold off on wearing diapers again until he saw her. Something about the delayed gratification appealed to him, and he was sure to cause a stir if he told her he had not been wearing since she last put him in a snug pull-up.