There I was, making my way up Molly's driveway, each step being followed with alternate mindsets consisting of, "You can do this, Luke," and "What the hell are you doing, Luke?!" Part of me wanted to turn around and call the whole thing off, but as soon as I saw Molly wave at me from her front porch window, I knew there was no turning back. With my backpack slung around my shoulder and a cooler full of ingredients to make dinner for me and Molly, I inched my way, with a bit of a waddle, to the backdoor of Molly's house.

Before I could even knock, the door opened, and I was met with a smiling Molly. She gave me a kiss and then motioned for me to come inside. I carefully removed my shoes, keeping my balance despite the various items I was carrying.

"Ohh, what's in the cooler?" Molly asked, in what I assumed was an effort to ease the anxiety we were both feeling at the time.

"That's a surprise!" I winked with a nervous chuckle.

"And the backpack?" Molly smirked.

"That's also a surprise!"

"I figured as much," she let out a fake, disappointed sigh, "well, let's set this stuff down."

I nodded and Molly motioned for me to head into the kitchen. Would she notice me walking funny? Maybe that was why she wanted me to go first. Still, I made my way, setting the cooler full of ingredients on top of her kitchen counter. I then gently placed my backpack against the wall on the floor, being careful not to bend over too much. After all, I didn't want my shirt to rise up and reveal what I was wearing. Why hadn't she said anything yet? Imagine my surprise when I stood up, only to be hugged from behind, with Molly's head leaning against my shoulder and her body pressed lightly against mine.

"Hey," she whispered before giving me a quick kiss, "I know you're nervous. It's okay. I'm a little nervous, too."

"Y-yeah. No turning back now, right?" I chuckled.

"Nope. You already brought the stuff to cook dinner, and you know how I get when I haven't eaten."

"I clearly remember a time when you put my arm in your mouth and started gnawing on it. In a restaurant. Full of people."

Molly smirked and shrugged, replying with, "Hey, that's the restaurant's fault for taking so long to make our food. Better get cooking, mister"¦otherwise you might be missing an arm by the end of the night."

"Fair enough. I'll get started."

I didn't realize it then, but that was (and still is) one of Molly's best ways to ease discomfort; she'll change the subject lightly and try to focus on doing something else. It worked that night, because while cooking dinner, all I could think about was cooking dinner, and not about how the diaper could potentially make or break our evening together.

Even though I initially made the offer to cook and had told Molly a hundred times that she could relax while I prepared diner, she hung around, setting the table or giving me brief kisses in between preparing our meal. Thankfully, it didn't take too long to cook, and within the half hour, dinner was ready. I chose to go with my all-time favorite: chicken tenderloin dressed in a white wine sauce, herbed rice, and broccoli cooked with minced garlic. Molly helped me set the food on the table, and we soon sat ourselves down to eat. Something about cooking for other people always makes me eager to see their reaction when they take those first few bites; the closing of their eyes, the subtle, "Mmm"¦.", the smile. It's as if nothing else in the life of that person matters other than that moment when they first consume a good, hearty meal. Molly must've liked my food, because her reaction was quite similar to what I just described. Maybe the night wouldn't be so bad after all!

Our stomachs stuffed, Molly and I quickly cleaned her kitchen, clearing the table and getting everything in to the dishwasher. I reached down to close the dishwasher door and turn it on, and as I stood back upright, Molly turned me so I faced her, and wrapped her arms around me, her hands close to my lower back as she pulled me in for a kiss and a longer than usual hug.

"Thanks for dinner, babe," she smiled, "it was amazing!"

"You're welcome, my dear. I'm glad you liked it." I replied.

I was pulled away from my comfort zone slightly when Molly hugged me, because I felt her hands lower down to my waistline, then down to the back pockets of my jeans, using her hands to pull me closer. There was no way she didn't feel the diaper, but perhaps that's what she wanted. She gave me a genuine smile, and I returned the favor with a half-assed, shy one, softly pulling away while my heart raced. I think Molly knew I was uncomfortable, but she didn't confront me about it. Instead, she went over to my backpack, picked it up, and motioned for me to come with her to the living room.

We then headed into her living room, me with my slight waddle, Molly with her arm around my hip, my backpack slung over her shoulder, and a subtle hint of anticipation in her steps. We lazily sat on the couch as Molly plopped my backpack into my lap. I did my best not to blush as an audible crinkle was heard upon my bottom hitting the couch cushion. I didn't think Molly had heard it.

"Was that"¦?" Molly gave me a playful smirk laced with a hint of mischief.

I thought wrong. Before Molly could finish her question, I nodded with a shy smile, my heart racing as her eyes occasionally shifted down towards my mid-section.

"Hey," she reassured me, "it's alright. Here, lean forward."

"W-what?"

"You're too tense, Luke. Just lean forward."

I'm usually a pretty stubborn person when it comes to people telling me what to do. After all, that was one of the things I did with my last girlfriend before everything went south. Still, I had to trust Molly, right? Surely she wouldn't do anything to hurt me. With the slightest of hesitation, I did as instructed, and leaned forward slightly, feeling Molly's nails gently caress the back of my head; one of my greatest weaknesses!

"W-what are you"¦?" I tried to ask in between soft, "Mmmm's" and "Oh God's."

Molly chuckled, then began to lightly scratch the back of my head, sending her nails down a trail that ran across my neck, my spine, and both sides of my back. I swear my blood pressure dropped almost immediately, and I was in too much bliss to resist.

"Feel good?" Molly giggled.

"Very." I whispered as I closed my eyes, the goose bumps on my back feeling more and more present with each movement of Molly's nails.

"Good."

Molly's nails made their way to my lower back, and I soon felt her hands gently lifting my shirt. I squirmed softly, wondering if she'd see the top of the diaper and if she'd say anything, but she told me to relax again, and soon her nails touched my bare skin.

"What about our movies?" I asked with a wide smile.

"In a little bit. You're too tense."

"I'm going to melt into a puddle if you keep this up." I joked.

"I think your diaper will catch most of you if you turn into one." Molly said with the slightest of giggles.

I let her continue, feeling her hands cover every section of my back, left to right, up and down, and every movement in between. Her hands hadn't touched the top of my diaper yet, so I figured she'd leave it alone. Once again, I figured wrong, because the last time her hands made it down my back, I felt her nails trace along my waistline, softly brushing what I knew was the padding of the diaper I had on. Immediately, I snapped out of my comfortable state and stood up, tugging my pants up slightly, which didn't fit too well over the diaper.

"What are you doing?"

* * *

Things had gone so well during dinner with me and Luke. There's something about a man who cooks well that impresses me like nothing else. Not to mention, that waddle Luke had was entertaining, to say the least! I knew he was nervous, especially when I had hugged him in the kitchen. I definitely felt his diaper through his pants, and while it was a little odd, it was awful soft! Still, the way his body tensed up any time we'd bring it up or any time I got close to him made it hard for me to tell if Luke was enjoying the night or not.

I'd hoped by relaxing him a bit, he'd lighten up a little, but apparently I pushed the envelope a little too far when I gently touched the back of his diaper, because Luke stood up in my living room floor, with his hands guarding his pants as if his life depended on it.

"What are you doing?" he fearfully asked.

"Sorry, Luke. I was curious"¦" I explained. "Are you mad?"

"No. Just"¦.surprised."

"And nervous."

"That, too."

"C'mon, sit back down. It's alright." I tried to reassure him.

Luke stood there for a moment with a blush on his face, looking extremely shy. He wasn't kidding about being nervous! I was kidding about being curious, though. I was beginning to think I'd have to take drastic measures if this kept up.

"Just sit down." I patted the spot next to me with a smile.

With a nod and red cheeks, Luke sat back down next to me, and I picked up his backpack off the floor and placed it in his lap.

"Hey," I said, looking at Luke as I put an arm around him, lowering my hand down to his waist again and leaving my hand on what I knew to be his diaper once more, "I'm gonna keep my hand here, okay? And I don't want you getting all bent out of shape because of it."

I smiled as I spoke, but I don't think Luke could tell if I was being bossy or joking. Still, he complied, nodding and responding with a more relaxed, "Okay."

"Good. Now, what's this other surprise you have for me?" I asked with a sly smile, pointing to the bag with my free hand.

"Oh, this? Just some movies and stuff." Luke shrugged, putting one of his hands around me as what I took to be a sign that he was trying to relax.

"'Movies and stuff', huh?" I smirked. "Show me what's inside!"

Luke proceeded to pull out a handful of movies, showing me each one as he did so. The faintest smell of baby powder filled the air each time a movie was taken out. I quietly peered into the bag, and under the final movie were what appeared to be more diapers. Luke stopped with the movies, but I raised an eyebrow and smiled again.

"Show me what else is in there. You told me it was a surprise. I want to see it. Help me understand, Luke."

I wasn't initially sure about what came over me that night. I was never used to giving orders, let alone having someone obey me (even if it was with a bit of uneasiness), but I kind of liked it. And sure enough, Luke reached into the bag, and I followed suit, putting my hand over his as he pulled out two fresh, thick diapers, a small travel case of baby wipes, and a bottle of baby powder. I set the bag back down on the floor, and then ran my hand along the baby powder and the diaper, occasionally taking Luke's hand and holding it tight.

"I was wondering what smelled so nice." I said before kissing Luke, hoping my humor would make him feel safe.

"Well, you told me to bring some extras."

"But baby powder and baby wipes, too, Luke? You came well prepared! These are definitely a surprise!"

"Yeah"¦you're not weirded out yet?"

"No," I shook my head, "I'm still curious. And full of food!"

"Ha! That makes two of us. Well, how about a movie?" Luke asked, sounding much more genuine.

"Sounds good. Let me go get something first, then we'll pick out a movie." I said, getting up and leaving the room quickly.

Although Luke had told me a lot about the diapers last time, there were still some things I wondered about, and I didn't want to come off as nervous if I asked him some questions that felt awkward to ask, such as what he liked to"¦ahem"¦do in his diapers. And no, I don't just mean using them! I'd read up on some stuff before our dinner date, and was surprised by both the simple and complicated things people enjoyed doing while wearing. Some folks liked to cuddle or sit around in nothing but a shirt and diaper, some only liked to wear because of how they felt, some got into a younger mindset.

As I searched for the largest, fuzziest blanket I had in the house, I came up with an idea that could've either gone really bad or really well, depending on how Luke reacted. I'd already held him in my lap the last time he came over, and I felt his diaper over his jeans a few times that night, but would he be opposed to what I was about to ask next? My curiosity was getting the best of me, and part of me just had to know what it was like seeing Luke diapered. Part of me felt that even if he had said no, I'd somehow convince him to let me before he left the house. I came back into the living room, giant blanket in hand, smiling as Luke scratched his head.

"Hmmm"¦what kind of movie are you in the mood for?" Luke asked. "I know how picky you can be when it comes to movies."

"What can I say? I like good movies."

"No. You're obsessed with them. And you flail and complain any time I pick something you think is going to suck."

"Yeah, yeah," I rolled my eyes with a smile, "well, let's see. How about we make a bit of a compromise?"

"Try me." Luke countered.

I set the blanket down on the couch, then stood next to Luke so I could look into his eyes as I spoke to him.

"I'll let you pick any movie you want without complaining," I started, "if"¦"

I fell short. Would he freak out if I asked him?

"If"¦? Come on, tell me." Luke asked in anticipation.

"If you show me your diaper and we cuddle without you wearing any pants so you can stop being so freaking nervous around me." I said at a hundred miles a minute.

"Wait, what?"

Was he mad? Nervous? Did he want to leave?

"I'm sorry, Luke. I know it's a silly request, but-" I tried to dig myself out of the hole I thought I'd dug myself into.

"-I think that's a fair deal." Luke said with blushing cheeks and a timid smile.

"Oh? Oh! Okay. I mean, you're sure? I'm just curious, and I don't want to make you do anything you're not comfortable with around me."

He was okay with it? Even after all the nervousness and uneasiness he expressed throughout the night, he was cool with it?

"Nah, don't worry about it. I mean, I'm already wearing one, right? It's not that I'm uncomfortable. I'm just really nervous."

"Is it a good nervous, or a bad nervous?"

"I can't tell yet."

I was hoping he'd tell me it was a good nervous. Maybe I could get him to that point. He'd already been a bit on the submissive side for most of the night.

Again, I can't stress enough the fact that I was also rather nervous, although mine was in an excited kind of way. I wanted to do this and break out of my comfort zone. And I wanted to show Luke that I was willing to try!

"Well then, here's what I think we should do. Go put a movie in and set it up, then come over here." I instructed, setting the blanket up for us and then sitting on the couch.

Luke nodded, and with the slightest of trembling n his hands, picked a movie, stuck it in the player, and turned the TV on. He then turned around and slowly walked towards me, just out of arm's reach. This slight taste of power I had over Luke was wonderful; I wanted more.

"I know you're nervous, but"¦can you take off your jeans for me? I promise I won't laugh."

Luke, nervous once more, nodded and tried (and failed) to handle the button on his jeans correctly, his trembling hands unable to get a firm grasp on the button. I took his hands and gently pulled him closer to me, sitting eye-level to his abdomen. I then kissed his hands before setting them at his sides.

"It's okay, Luke. It's okay. I'm going to help, okay? Keep still for me, okay? And just tell me if you want me to stop."

Luke nodded again, but said nothing. His eyes told me he wanted this, so I continued, gently unbuttoning his jeans, pulling the zipper down slowly, and softly pulling them down, so they fell around his ankles. And there before my very eyes, was Luke's crisp, thick, white diaper. Not a single part of me even wanted to stifle a laugh. Some odd sense of awe came over me as he stood before me this way. I would never admit it at the time, but something about the control felt amazing, felt"¦right, especially considering how stubborn Luke normally was"¦and how many times I'd been told "no" by the guys I'd dated so many times before, even when asking for the simplest of requests.

"There we go. Just kick them away gently, Luke. I don't think I can lift you, you know." I joked with a warm smile, keeping my eyes on Luke's.

He again nodded and did as instructed, and soon his jeans were in a pile on my floor, Luke now very red and still standing before me, his arms still at his sides. He looked as though he wanted to hide, and run, and possibly even cry, but I stood up slowly and pulled him into a warm and loving hug. My hands caressed his back as I kissed his cheek and whispered, "It's alright. I'm not laughing, Luke."

"G-good," he stuttered as his hands made their way up my back, returning the hug, "I've never done this for anyone. I feel so"¦vulnerable."

I know what you're thinking: a fully clothed woman hugging a man standing in nothing but his shirt and a large diaper. Real awkward, right? Wrong. Dead wrong, actually. It wasn't as weird (at least nor for me) as I thought it would be. I think it was because I was so concerned with making Luke feel safe with me that I didn't care about what he was wearing. In fact, it was, in a way, beautiful. Never before in my life had I been with someone when they were most vulnerable, nor had I ever been the one to comfort someone without their armor or their masks.

"You're safe here, Luke. No to mention," I continued, gently moving my hands down to his diapered bottom, letting them move along the fabric as I kissed him again, "I think it's cute."

His eyes gleamed and looked at me with a never-before-seen happiness.

"R-really?" he asked, wiggling softly as we hugged.

"Really." I smiled, giggling as his diaper crinkled softly from moving around so much.

"Thanks, Molly." he smiled before resting his head on my shoulder as he hugged me even tighter.

"You're very welcome, babe. Now how about that movie?"

"Sounds good to me."

We positioned ourselves on the couch in a cuddling position, then wrapped ourselves in my blanket. Luke pulled me towards him so my head was nestled on his chest, and I placed my arms around him, with one hand gently resting on his diaper, moving ever so softly up his side and down his leg, occasionally feeling the crinkly plastic and giving it a playful squeeze or pat. Luke didn't seem to mind, as each time I did this, his one hand would hold onto me just a little more tightly, as the other played with my hair.

The movie started, our night continued, and I began to feel an even stronger connection with Luke. Who knew what else the night would bring about?

To be continued.