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It's been four days now. Four whole days in these stupid, childish pull-ups... and I can't believe I'm saying this, but it’s kind of amazing. It totally backfired on my mom. My crush loves it. He said it was the hottest, most adorable thing he'd ever heard. He asked for a picture that first night, just to see what they looked like... and I was so embarrassed, but I sent one. Now I send him pictures all the time. He tells me how cute I look in them, how it makes him feel protective. He specifically asks me to tell him when I use them. At first, the idea made me want to die of shame. But now? When I feel that familiar pressure building and I know what he wants… it sends a shiver right through me. I'll wait until the last possible second sometimes, just thinking about him, knowing I'm going to text him right after. Then when the warmth spreads through the padding… God, it’s so intense. I'll take a picture right after, the front all swollen and heavy, and send it to him with a message like "just went..." or "all wet for you." His replies drive me crazy; he tells me what a good girl I am for using my diaper like a big baby. My mom thought she was humiliating me, teaching me some kind of lesson about responsibility and growing up. But all she did was make me feel… special. Cared for in this really weird, secret way that’s just between him and me. When he tells me he can't stop thinking about his little baby girl in her diapers… nothing has ever made me feel more wanted. She put me in these things as punishment, but honestly? It feels more like heaven every single day because *he* loves it so much…