II. New beginnings
II. New beginnings
As told by Nina
Friday morning in the last week of May. I woke up in a familiar bed that was not my own. Two weeks had passed since I had celebrated my boyfriend's birthday with him and his grandmother. We had a great time, and afterwards, Milo had told me he had greatly enjoyed playing puppy with me.
I still felt guilty about outing his secret, but he demanded I stopped beating myself up over it. He would never have the guts to tell an 'outsider' about his infantile tendencies, let alone his own grandmother. Good thing she took it very well, and even said she had an unusual kind of fun with us.
As I was laying sprawled out on Milo's big bed, slowly regaining my senses, I noticed my boyfriend was not lying next to me. He didn't answer when I called out to him either. Sitting up, I tightly hugged Natasha, the stuffed White Shepherd Milo had given me last winter. She had become my trusty companion and I never slept without her.
Looking to my right, I noticed Milo's side of the bed was made, and his shark plushie Sharra was laying on his pillow. This eliminated the option of finding a twenty-one year old puppy in the living room. There had to be a reason why Milo did not answer me.
I put Natasha on the bed and went to the living room. There, on the table I found a piece of paper with Milo's handwriting on it - obviously written with his left hand. It said I was sleeping peacefully when he woke up, so he decided to not disturb my adventures in Dreamland. A smile appeared on my muzzle. I liked Milo's grown-up side a lot, but the way he treated my puppy side was something no other guy had ever managed to do. Not that I had ever dared to tell any other guy I met about my liking for acting like a puppy, but you get what I mean.
In the rest of the note, Milo explained he had eaten breakfast by himself and went out early to partake in an exam. My exams were coming up as well, but mine started a week later, and I had the entire day off. Hence why I had asked my boyfriend if he would like me to stay over at his place. It was my 'off week', which meant I would stay in Northshore, rather than returning to my parents in Sandshire.
Milo had somewhat shyly pointed out how he would like me staying over all week, so we could enjoy each other's company. Of course, I understood he also wanted to have some puppy playtime while I was at his place, and I was not going to turn his offer down.
A glance on the clock in the kitchen told me it was close to half past ten in the morning, which explained why I was woken up by the sunlight creeping through the curtains in Milo's bedroom. Thinking about this, my attention was drawn to my waist. Milo had gotten an entire case of Whelpies for his birthday, a heavy-duty brand of diapers aimed at infantilists like us. Since he was so grateful for this gift, he insisted I wore some of them as well.
I pulled down the pants of my two-piece pajamas for a bit, to check whether my 'nighttime protection' was still dry. Of course, I knew by touch alone it was still dry, and I had not used my diaper since Milo had put it on me the night before. This also meant I had not visited the toilet since said moment. Come to think of it, I had not used the toilet since I arrived the day before, because right after I came in, Milo had offered to 'pad me up', as he usually called it.
Just to tease him, I had playfully declined his offer, but he insisted 'all little princesses wear diapers'. Such reasoning, of course, was impossible to refute. Without saying another word, I let him take me by the hand and lead me to his bedroom, where he put me in one of the thick puppyish diapers.
Looking at the adorable prints on the front of my diaper, a familiar urge struck me. After all, I had stayed dry since last night, so my bladder told me it was time to relieve the pressure. Even though I had worn quite a few diapers since my first one during Winter of last year, I still found it easier to 'do my business' while stand up.
Usually, when we were playing, I closed my eyes whenever I went. Just a quirk of mine, I suppose. However, since my diaper was already in plain sight, I decided to watch. After all, Whelpies have a special wetness indicator, one that appears when the wearer has, well... had an 'accident'.
Concentrating on my full bladder, I told myself it was okay to let go because I was safely wearing a diaper. It did not take long for a trickle to escape, and soon, the proverbial dam burst and I felt how a steady stream began to warm up the inside of my diaper.
I cherished the feelings it brought me. Sometimes, wetting myself made me feel like I was breaking a rule, and I almost felt guilty about it. Milo easily notices this, however, and never fails to reassure me and tell me what a good little girl I am.
As my bladder emptied and my diaper filled, I noticed how the garment became squishy. It had also begun to discolor from pristine white to tarnished yellow. I was not as interested in the color, but moreover in the wetness indicator.
Sometimes, Milo and I held a competition. The goal was to make more stars or paw prints appear on our respective diapers than the other. He usually won, but that didn't stop me from trying. Even now, I tried to break my own record, so to speak.
I did not manage to reach beyond the first set of two stars, however. A pity, but the stars were just there for fun. It was not as if I was supposed to make all five of them appear before I was allowed to change. Then again, I knew my diaper had a lot of capacity left and it would be a waste to take it off now.
Therefore, I decided to keep it on. Milo would be gone for at least another hour or two, but I had just piddled, so I figured my diaper would hold until he returned. Of course, I could always change myself, but being changed is a lot nicer than doing it on your own.
Not wanting to have breakfast on by myself, I returned to the bedroom and retrieved Natasha, after which I went to the kitchen and prepared something decent to eat. Milo and I are not picky eaters, which really helps if one is half-awake and not up for debate about what to have for breakfast.
Once I started eating, I realized I was actually hungry. Then again, we went 'nite-nite' at half past ten last night and I had slept for almost twelve hours. I giggled at the thought I had literally slept like a puppy - in more than one way.
After finishing my breakfast, I booted up my laptop, still keeping Natasha close. I do not particularly feel alone without Milo, but when I cuddle the plushie he gave me, it's like a part of him is with me.
Obligatory stuff like grown-up mail could wait - I was not in the mood for anything boring. Instead, I decided to visit PuppyNet. Maybe someone had replied to my blog post about Milo's birthday. Obviously, I never mentioned our real names, but after all the emotions, I had felt a strong urge to share my experiences.
Unfortunately, there were no new comments. Then again, it had been nearly two weeks, so my entry no longer appeared under the 'latest blog posts' category on the PuppyNet homepage.
There were no new messages in the introduction thread either, or at least, none that had not been answered by other greeters. Milo had once explained why he liked to welcome new users, and I quickly developed my own way of saying hello to people who wanted to discover the wonders of the childish mindset.
The last category I checked was the Girl's Talk section, which I browse regularly to learn about how other girls experience their regressive tendencies. Some girls are not into regression, unlike me and Milo, but only like to wear diapers.
One of the new topics quickly caught my attention, especially since the thread starter was neither a 'puppy', nor did she have a liking for diapers. This girl was different; she acted as caregiver for her boyfriend, a Western Shepherd in his twenties.
Just like me, she had been forwarded to the Girl's Talk section by one of the greeters, because she was a girl. She briefly repeated why she had become a member of PuppyNet: she was looking for playmates for her boyfriend.
Hi, it's me again, Lily. While I'm mostly looking for playmates for my boyfriend, YukoFox recommended I looked around here as well. I'm probably not the only girl who takes care of her boyfriend - or husband, perhaps, does that even happen? - so I'd like to talk to other girls who act as caregivers.
Just to be clear: I'm not a 'puppy' myself. I've tried it, but it's just not my thing. My boyfriend loves how I'm taking care of him, and I love being his 'mommy', so to speak. However, I'm the youngest child and my siblings are at least six years older than I am. In short, I have little (pun intended) experience in caregiving, and I'm not going to ask my mother about this, for obvious reasons.
So... besides finding playmates for my boyfriend, I'd like to talk to other girls. You know, learn about what they do, how they handle their little ones, what activities they partake... maybe even how they respond to a puppy that's throwing a tantrum.
Surprise me!
Both interesting and intriguing to read about this Lily - although her real name might be something totally different. See also: my username. But then again, in her introduction post, she did mention something about not posting her last name.
I mentally shrugged. Reading over both of her posts once again, I remembered something about Milo's birthday. Something rather... important. Upon seeing my reflection in the screen of my laptop, I noticed I was grinning widely, and thus, I decided to reply.
Hiya Lily! I'm Princess FluffyTail! It's okay to not post your last name here, I wouldn't take the risk either. Concerning your questions: I regularly take care of my mate, MonoChromicon_. Yush, we've found each other through this website, isn't that neat? I'm sure you'll be able to find playmates for your boyfriend!_
Anyhow, I'm fine with discussing some stuff about what I do with my boyfriend, but I prefer to discuss said subjects through personal messages. Y'know, privacy and stuffs. Besides, I don't think it's fair towards my boyfriend to talk about things I know he would be embarrassed about.
By the way, I'm not just a caregiver. I like to play puppy too, but I don't always regress. Sometimes, I stay 'big', so I can take care of my boyfriend and let him know how special he is to me. He returns the favor every now and then, but in playtime, I like it best when he's little.
But I digress. If you're looking for playmates, you might want to be just a tiny bit more specific about your location. Um, if you feel comfortable with it, that is. You said you and your boyfriend are Evarónians, but in what part do you live?
For reference, me and MonoChromicon live up in the north, near the coast. If you're down in the south, or at the lower western coast, you might better off searching for friends in our neighboring countries.
I was actually quite lucky to find my mate so close to where I live; there aren't too many puppies around here. At least, not that I know of...
If you're up for a private conversation, let me know!
Upon hitting 'Post', I playfully snorted. With Milo and me living all the way up in Northshore, there was a fairly big chance Lily was far away. I would not be surprised if she lived in Markhaven, or even further away. Still, travelling to Northshore would be possible in a three to four hour drive, but in a city so big, there had to be other people.
Then again, I had not replied to Lily's message to meet her. It looked like she primarily wanted advice on how to treat her 'puppy', and I did not mind sharing my experiences. After all, she could probably teach me something, too. Every puppy is different, and if the needs of our respective boyfriends had enough in common, we could be helpful to each other.
Still, I could not make my mind stop fantasizing about meeting other puppies. It was Milo's birthday wish after all, and even though he claimed he did not feel the need for it to come true, I knew he said that just to make me feel appreciated.
Besides, he is shy and insecure. He would find it scary to meet others like us, even though he knows the people he will meet know just what being a puppy is all about. No, if I would ever want to introduce any other little one to Milo, it'd have to be a surprise.
All I needed was a way to make such a meeting different from his birthday. It was terrifying to see my boyfriend be so upset, and I had to figure out how I could inform Milo without having him lose his mind. Or chicken out, for that matter.
With another mental shrug, I pushed the thoughts out of my mind. For now, I should try to do some studying while I was still alone, so I would not have to turn down an offer to have playtime later. I let out a happy sigh. One of the perks of being a littlefur is 'not having to interrupt whatever you're doing, just to go to the bathroom'.