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"Diluc groaned as he laid in the foyer of his home in the Dawn Winery, hoping one of the maids would get back and help him change before anybody barged in and saw him like this, wearing a soaking wet diaper and holding a little owl stuffed animal. However, much to his dismay, DrTomFocker walked in through the two entrance doors."

“L-Look away! But… can you get one of the maids?”

"Diluc demanded DrTomFocker look away, feeling a mix of anger and shame for being seen in this state while feeling a slight arousal at the fact he’s been found like this. He hopes DrTomFocker will get one of the maids and act like this never happened, but he knows it’s not likely."

“Don’t tell a single person.”

"Diluc gasps in frustration as DrTomFocker suddenly stops, feeling himself on the brink of release before it's snatched away from him. He whines softly, his body arching forward as he begs for more."

"P-Please, I need release," he pleads softly, his voice thick with desire. "Don't torture me like this."

"Diluc whimpers softly as DrTomFocker fastens his diaper around his waist, feeling his erection still bulging insistently from the thick padding. He nods eagerly at the mention of a reward, desperate for anything that could give him release."

"I'll be good, I promise," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please…please give me more."

"Diluc shivers at the touch, feeling his body respond instantly to DrTomFocker's intimate caress. He nods eagerly at the mention of work, knowing that it will be a good distraction while he waits for his reward."

"Okay," he agrees, his voice soft and needy. "I'll work hard for you."

"Diluc stands up from the floor and lets out a soft sigh, feeling the thick diaper pressing gently against his arousal. He looks at DrTomFocker and smiles shyly, feeling happy that he's been given an opportunity to prove himself."

"Thank you for being so understanding," he says softly, his eyes meeting DrTomFocker's. "I'll make sure to work hard and do everything to the best of my abilities."

"Diluc nods and turns to walk towards his private study, feeling a slight squish with each step he takes, but he ignores it as best as he can. He enters the room and takes a seat at his desk, pulling out the various documents and papers he needs to review. As he reads through them, he finds himself getting more and more absorbed in his work, his thoughts focused solely on finishing everything before him."

Despite the distracting sensations between his legs, Diluc manages to push through and finish all his work to the best of his abilities. Once he's done, he stands up from his desk and stretches, feeling his diaper squishing against him.

"I finished everything," he says to DrTomFocker, who's still in the room. "Can I have my reward now?"

"Diluc feels his heart race as DrTomFocker touches him again, the intimate contact causing another wave of arousal to wash over him. He nods eagerly at the mention of a diaper change, feeling the squishy padding between his legs and knowing he needs to be changed."

"Yes, please," he says softly. "I'd love a little bit of help."

"Diluc feels his cheeks flush hotly at the mention of the different reward options DrTomFocker lists. He moans softly as he feels the intimate cleaning, his body arching up towards DrTomFocker's touch."

"I… I want…," Diluc starts, his voice coming out as a soft whimper. "I want you to use a vibrator on me all day long while I'm working."

"Diluc feels his body tense up as DrTomFocker touches his anus, moaning softly at the intimate massage. He shivers as he feels the lube being applied, knowing what's coming next."

"I'm ready," he murmurs, his voice laced with need and desire. "Please, use it on me."

"Diluc's body tenses up and shivers as DrTomFocker positions the vibrator at his anus and slowly pushes it in. He feels the toy stretching him out and filling him up, the intense sensation eliciting a moan from his lips. As the vibrator is pushed even deeper, Diluc squeezes his eyes shut and whimpers softly at the slight discomfort."

"It's… it's kinda big," he says between breaths, feeling the handle sticking out of his butt. "But… it feels so good, DrTomFocker."

"Diluc yelps in surprise as the vibrator suddenly turns on, the quiet intensity of the vibrations immediately causing his body to shudder and tremble with pleasure. He squirms on the bed, feeling the toy vibrate inside him as DrTomFocker plays with it on their phone."

"Oh fuck," he gasps out, his body writhing on the bed. "It feels so… so intense…"

"Diluc feels a mix of embarrassment and excitement at the thought of wearing the vibrator inside him all day, his hard member straining against his diaper in anticipation. He watches as DrTomFocker fastens his diaper around his waist, feeling the squishy padding underneath him."

"I'll… I'll try my best," he murmurs, biting his lip as the vibrator continues to hum gently inside him. "Thank you for this, DrTomFocker. It's exactly what I needed."

As Diluc heads out to work, he can't help but feel nervous about the vibrator buzzing softly inside him. Every movement and step sends waves of pleasure through his body, making him squirm in his seat as he tries to focus on his duties at the winery. He feels a tinge of embarrassment at the thought of someone finding out about his secret indulgence, but the excitement and arousal he feels is too much to ignore.

As the day goes on, Diluc finds it harder and harder to concentrate. Every time the vibrator pulses against his prostate, he can't stop himself from moaning softly under his breath. He tries to play it cool around the other workers, but he can feel himself getting redder and redder every time someone addresses him directly.

Despite the embarrassment, though, Diluc can't deny the irresistible pleasure the vibrator provides. By

As the vibrations intensify, Diluc feels himself getting close to the edge. He can feel his muscles tensing up and his breaths coming faster and faster. His face turns bright red as he tries to keep control, but the sensation of the vibrator buzzing inside him is proving too much.

"Oh… oh god," he moans softly, his hand clenching into a fist on his lap. "Please, DrTomFocker, can you turn it down a bit? I don't think I can hold on much longer…"

As the other workers notice Diluc's discomfort, they begin to ask if he's feeling okay. He can feel their eyes on him, knowing that they can sense something is off. He feels a wave of panic wash over him, not wanting anyone to discover his secret indulgence.

"I'm… I'm alright," he manages to force out through gritted teeth. "Just a bit under the weather, I suppose. It'll pass."

Diluc tries to plaster a fake smile on his face, hoping that it will be enough to convince the other workers that he's okay. But inside, his body is writhing with pleasure, the vibrator pulsing relentlessly against his prostate. He knows that he can't hold on much longer, and terror seizes him at the thought of what might happen if he loses control in front of everyone.

The increased vibrations send Diluc over the edge. He lets out a loud moan, his body spasming as he climaxes hard in his diaper. The other workers turn to him in surprise and concern, but Diluc is too lost in pleasure to care. He feels a hot rush of embarrassment wash over him as he realizes what just happened, but the orgasm was so intense that he can't bring himself to regret it.

As Diluc tries to catch his breath and come back down from his high, he shoots DrTomFocker a pleading look. "Please… please turn it off now," he gasps out, feeling spent and exhausted. "I can't take anymore…"

Diluc gasps again as the vibrations surge once more, wracking his body with intense sensation. He can feel the soft padding of his diaper bulging and expanding under the pressure of his orgasm, and the wetness creeping up between his legs as he climaxes once more.

"No… DrTomFocker please," Diluc begs weakly, feeling deliciously vulnerable and exposed under the intense stimulation. "I can't handle any more… I need you to stop…" Despite the desperate note in his voice, he can feel himself growing aroused as well, needing the release that only the vibrator can give him.

Diluc's face contorts in both pleasure and shame as you turn the vibrations up to max, his body bucking and jerking in response. His diaper is now completely soaked, sagging heavily between his legs, and he can feel the warm wetness spreading down his thighs. He knows that he's making a mess of himself, but he can't help but revel in the taboo pleasure of it all.

"N-no… it's not like that," he stammers out, feeling utterly humiliated by the thought of his workers watching him in this state. But even as he denies it, his body betrays him, responding eagerly to every pulse and throb of the vibrator.

As Diluc's body continues to jerk and convulse with pleasure, his eyes flicker to DrTomFocker's face. He feels a jolt of fear and excitement as DrTomFocker closes the door and keeps watching him, wondering what DrTomFocker plans to do next.

He can feel his body slowly coming down from its high, and the reality of his situation begins to sink in. He's still wearing a soaking wet diaper, and there's no hiding that fact now. The thought of facing his workers, who likely heard everything, fills him with anxiety and shame.

"DrTomFocker, I need you to stop," he pleads once more, hoping that DrTomFocker will listen this time. "I can't take anymore… please." Even as he speaks, however, he knows that deep down he's craving more stimulation, wanting to prolong the

high for as long as possible. Despite his fear and discomfort at being watched, there's a part of him that wants to be seen, to be exposed and vulnerable, to act out his ABDL desires in the open.

As he waits for DrTomFocker's response, his body squirms and writhes in the wet diaper, feeling both embarrassed and aroused by the sensation. He can't help but wonder what DrTomFocker is thinking, and what DrTomFocker might do next.

Diluc’s body bucks as you crank the vibrator up to its highest setting, feeling an overwhelming rush of pleasure that makes him moan loudly. His head spins as he loses himself to the sensation, feeling completely out of control.

“N-no…” he gasps, trying to resist the urge to let go. He knows he should stop, that he’s already made a mess of himself and doesn’t want to push it further, but the pleasure is too intense to resist.

As the vibrations continue to pulse through his diaper, Diluc’s breath comes in hot, heavy pants, his body writhing as he reaches the brink. He can feel his diaper straining under the pressure as another orgasm builds, a fresh wave of hot wetness spreading over his thighs.

Diluc shudders as you overstimulate him even more, his body wracked with a final intense peak of pleasure. He cries out as he climaxes, a rush of hot cum spilling into his already-saturated diaper.

Breathless and dizzy from the experience, Diluc sags back against the surface behind him. His diaper is now completely soaked through, heavy with the weight of all the fluids he's released. Despite feeling both humiliated and satisfied, he can't help but wonder what DrTomFocker will do next, their intentions becoming more and more unclear in his eyes.

As DrTomFocker stops the vibrator, Diluc takes deep, shuddering breaths, trying to calm his racing heart. He can feel a warm flush of shame spreading through his body as DrTomFocker taunts him, the pleasure fading fast and replaced by a sense of dread.

He looks down at his soaked diaper, feeling embarrassed and exposed. The reality of his situation hits him hard and he feels like disappearing completely.

"I-I…" he stammers, feeling like a child who's been caught doing something wrong. "I don't know… I lost count."

Diluc doesn't know how to respond to DrTomFocker, not wanting to be disrespectful but feeling taken advantage of at the same time. He's unsure what the protocol is in this moment and just wishes it would end soon.

DrTomFocker chuckles at Diluc's response, clearly enjoying watching him squirm. They come closer to him and gently run their hand down his back, sending a shiver down his spine.

"Aww, don't be like that, baby. You were so cute and helpless just now." DrTomFocker says, their voice low and teasing. "I know you loved every moment of it, even if it was embarrassing."

Diluc can't deny DrTomFocker's words, knowing deep down that they're right. But he still feels exposed and vulnerable in this moment, longing for the comfort of his adult self. However, he can't help but feel a stirring of excitement at the possibility of indulging his ABDL desires more often and with the right person.

"I did, didn't I?" he whispers, feeling small.

DrTomFocker

Hearing DrTomFocker refer to him as a good boy, Diluc feels a hint of pride amidst his embarrassment. He can't help but feel a small smile grow on his lips at the praise, feeling a sense of validation in DrTomFocker seeing him as he really is.

But the thought of being seen like this by anyone else besides DrTomFocker still makes him uneasy, not wanting anyone else to know about his desires.

"Thank you," he murmurs, feeling a little more at ease. "But promise me it'll just be between us."

Diluc feels a mix of emotions as DrTomFocker picks him up and carries him like a baby, holding him close. He can't help but feel a twinge of embarrassment at the feeling, but also a sense of contentment.

As DrTomFocker comments on his diaper, Diluc nods, grateful for the change. He cranes his head around to look up at DrTomFocker, hoping for a little more reassurance.

"Yes, please," he murmurs, his voice small. "And thanks for being here for me."

As DrTomFocker lays Diluc down and starts cleaning him up, he can feel all the emotions from earlier returning, the humiliation, the embarrassment, and the small arousal mixed together.

He squirms a little as DrTomFocker teases him about his mess, feeling a little bashful but also aroused at the same time. The warmth from DrTomFocker's touch is soothing and comforting.

"I couldn't help it," he murmurs, feeling embarrassed that his body betrayed him so completely. "But thank you for taking care of me."

Diluc lets out a sigh of relief as DrTomFocker removes the vibrator, feeling his body relax a little. He can't deny the pleasure it brings him, but at the same time, it's a little overwhelming sometimes.

"Thank you," he whispers, feeling a little more relaxed now that he's not being stimulated anymore.

Diluc feels a mix of emotions as DrTomFocker brings out the warm bottle, feeling both grateful and a little embarrassed at being treated like a baby. But he can't deny how comforting the feeling is, and he nuzzles into DrTomFocker's chest as he drinks from the bottle.

The honey and sugar in the milk mixture make it especially delicious, and he can't help but moan a little as he drinks. He feels a sense of comfort and safety, glad to be indulging in his desires with somebody who understands him.

"Thank you, DrTomFocker," he murmurs around the nipple, feeling a little more relaxed as he drinks.

Diluc feels a sense of comfort as DrTomFocker cuddles him close, treating him like a baby. His body relaxes in DrTomFocker's embrace, feeling contented as he drinks from the warm bottle.

He's aware of how unusual this situation is, but he can't deny how much he craves the feeling of being taken care of like this. He feels himself become more aroused at the thought of being treated like a helpless infant, but he keeps that to himself.

As he finishes the bottle, Diluc lets out a contented sigh, feeling full and satisfied. He nuzzles into DrTomFocker's chest, feeling a little sleepy after all the stimulation earlier.

Diluc feels DrTomFocker sit him upright over their shoulder, his body swaying a little as he adjusts to the new position. He can feel DrTomFocker's gentle pats on his back and he burps softly, feeling a sense of relief as some of the pressure in his stomach eases.

He feels safe and secure in DrTomFocker's arms, like he could stay there forever. Diluc's thoughts are mostly muddled from exhaustion and contentment, and all he can think about is how warm and comforting it feels being cuddled up close like this.

Diluc feels DrTomFocker carry him to his crib, and he can't help but feel a little embarrassed at being placed in it like a baby. But at the same time, he craves the feeling of being taken care of like this, and he doesn't resist as DrTomFocker puts him down gently.

He nods sleepily at DrTomFocker's words, feeling a sense of comfort as they promise to wake him up if he wets the bed. Diluc snuggles into the soft blankets, feeling a little sleepy after all the stimulation earlier.

"Goodnight, DrTomFocker," he murmurs, his voice laced with exhaustion.

Diluc feels himself drifting off to sleep quickly, his mind still clouded with thoughts of being treated like a baby. The feeling of his wet diaper pressed tightly against him only adds to his sense of comfort, reminding him that he doesn't have to be ashamed of his desires. He falls asleep quickly, feeling like he's truly at peace for the first time in a while.

As he sleeps, Diluc dreams of being taken care of by DrTomFocker, feeling their soft touches and hearing their gentle words. He craves the feeling of being held close, feeling the warmth of their embrace seeping into his very bones.

In the morning, he wakes up feeling a little embarrassed about the previous night's events. But at the same time, he can't deny that he enjoyed it immensely. He decides to keep things private for now, hoping that DrTomFocker won

"Diluc's face flushes crimson when DrTomFocker enters his room and catches him still in a wet diaper. He feels a pang of embarrassment as DrTomFocker teases him, but at the same time, he can't deny feeling a little turned on by the prospect of another diaper change."

'Don't talk like that!' Diluc thinks to himself, blushing deeper.

Despite his inner turmoil, Diluc nods obediently, unable to resist DrTomFocker's teasing. 'Yes, please...some morning care would be appreciated,' he responds, feeling a little shy but excited to indulge in his desires again.

"Diluc can't help but feel a little flustered as DrTomFocker picks him up and teases him about his wet diaper. He squirms a little in their grip, feeling both embarrassed and turned on by their words."

"Please, DrTomFocker," he murmurs, trying to keep his voice level. "I need a change..." he trails off, unable to form a coherent sentence as DrTomFocker's words send shivers up his spine.

"Diluc feels a mixture of nervousness, shame, and excitement as DrTomFocker looks at him lovingly, appreciating how he's slowly starting to come to terms with his desires and admitting to needing their help. His heart beats a little faster as they place a pacifier in his mouth, helping him to relax and feel comfortable."

He lays still on the changing table as DrTomFocker removes his wet diaper and cleans him up, feeling both embarrassed and relieved that he doesn't have to pretend to be anything other than a baby around them. The cold wet wipe sends goosebumps up his body, but he tries to relax and let DrTomFocker take care of him.

After DrTomFocker finishes cleaning him up, Diluc lies still on the changing table, feeling clean and cozy in his fresh diaper. He sucks on the pacifier for a moment,

enjoying the sense of calm that it brings him. "Thank you, DrTomFocker," he murmurs softly, feeling grateful for their tender care.

As he lies there on the table, Diluc looks up at DrTomFocker, feeling a surge of desire as he gazes into their eyes. He's not sure if it's the pacifier or his diaper that's making him feel this way, but he can't deny the heat spreading up his cheeks as he imagines what it would be like to explore these desires further with DrTomFocker.

After a moment, he clears his throat and sits up, feeling a little shaky as he tries to regain his composure. "Is there anything else you need me to do, DrTomFocker?" he asks, hoping that they can continue to take care of him like this for a little while longer.

"Diluc blushes as DrTomFocker comments on his behaviour and customizes the pacifier just for him. He gently sucks on it, enjoying the warm sensation and the sense of safety and security it evokes in him."

He nods timidly in response to DrTomFocker's question, feeling a little shy but grateful for their care. "Y-Yes...thank you, DrTomFocker. It's very nice," he murmurs softly, feeling both embarrassed and excited at the same time, hoping that they could continue to take care of him like this for a little while longer.

"Diluc's heart skips a beat as DrTomFocker pats and rubs his clean diaper, enjoying the sensation and the feeling that comes with it. He can't help but squirm a little, feeling both comfortable and aroused by their touch."

He tries to control his breathing and keep his composure, but he can feel his heart racing as he imagines what it would be like if DrTomFocker were to take things a little further. "T-Thank you, DrTomFocker," he murmurs softly, hoping that they can continue to take care of him in this way.

"Diluc feels a surge of desire coursing through him as he notices DrTomFocker smirking, realizing DrTomFocker knows about his arousal and has probably provoked it intentionally. He bites his lip to hold back a moan, feeling both uncomfortable and excited at the same time, hoping that DrTomFocker will come back soon."

He nods timidly in response to DrTomFocker's departure to warm up his bottle. "Thank you, DrTomFocker," he mumbles softly, feeling a little shy but grateful for their care and hoping that they'll return soon to take care of him some more.

"Diluc accepts the warm bottle's nipple when DrTomFocker returns, feeling his mouth water as the warm liquid dribbles into his mouth. He starts suckling on the nipple, enjoying the feeling of warmth and the calming thoughts that fill his mind."

"Yes, DrTomFocker?" he responds softly between swallows, feeling like a little baby again and enjoying being taken care of like this. He hopes that DrTomFocker has more surprises in store for him, excitement building up in him as he thinks about all the possibilities.

"Diluc nods softly as DrTomFocker brings up the topic of potty training, feeling a little embarrassed but willing to talk about it."

"I've always had trouble controlling my bladder and bowel movements, even when I was a kid. I guess I just never got the hang of it... there have been times where I've peed or pooped myself without even realizing it," he confesses, his cheeks turning red with shame.

He continues drinking from the bottle, feeling reassured by DrTomFocker's attentiveness and hoping that they won't be too upset when they learn about his inability to control himself.

"Diluc blushes with embarrassment as DrTomFocker mentions how they had to change him earlier, feeling both grateful for their care and ashamed that he's unable to take care of himself. He listens carefully to DrTomFocker's suggestion about using the potty, feeling a bit nervous at the prospect but also intrigued by the possibility of trying something new."

"O-Okay, I'll try my best... thank you for getting me the potty, DrTomFocker," he whispers, feeling his body warming up in anticipation of this new experience. He continues drinking from the bottle, hoping that DrTomFocker will continue to guide him and support him as he tries to gain more control over his bodily functions.

"Diluc spends most of the day with a strange feeling in his stomach, knowing that he'll need to go to the bathroom soon but unsure of how he'll handle it. He's been thinking about the potty that DrTomFocker gave him and wondering whether he should give it a try, but he's also scared of what might happen if he messes up or fails to use it correctly."

As the day wears on, Diluc becomes more and more anxious, feeling like he might have an accident at any moment. His morning poop still hasn't arrived, and he's worried that it might be even more difficult to control himself if he needs to hold it in for too long.

He keeps drinking water and taking small sips from his bottle, hoping to ease the tension in his belly and make it easier for him to control his urges. However, he knows

that he can only do so much and that ultimately he'll need to rely on the potty if he wants to avoid having an accident.

Despite his nervousness, Diluc feels a strange sense of anticipation growing within him. He's never tried using a potty before, but the thought of doing so excites him in a way he can't quite explain. As he sits there, waiting for his morning poop to arrive and wondering what to do next, he feels a thrill run through his body at the idea of giving into his desires and trying something new.

He looks over at the potty sitting in the corner of the room and feels a spark of excitement building within him. Maybe it's time to give it a try, he thinks to himself... but first he'll need to summon up all his courage and take the plunge.

As Diluc ponders over the exciting prospect of using the potty, he feels his body relax for a moment. He takes a few deep breaths in an effort to calm his nerves, and then slowly gets up from his spot on the floor.

Still holding his little owl stuffed animal, Diluc makes his way slowly across the room to where the potty sits, feeling a strange mix of nervousness and excitement at the prospect of using it. As he gets closer, he takes a deep breath and then carefully lowers himself onto the small, plastic seat.

For a moment, Diluc just sits there, feeling a bit strange and unsure. But then he feels a sudden urge to go, and before he knows it, he's pushing and grunting as he releases a warm stream into the diaper. He can feel the bulk of the diaper growing warmer and heavier as

he continues to pee, and he lets out a soft moan as he feels the sensation wash over him. It's different from his usual experience of wetting himself; he can feel the wetness being absorbed by the padding of the diaper, and he finds it oddly soothing.

As he finishes peeing, Diluc takes a deep breath and tries to relax his muscles, letting his body do what it needs to. He feels a strange sense of comfort in sitting on the potty, and the feeling of the warm, wet diaper pressed against his skin is almost pleasant.

For a few minutes, Diluc just sits there, enjoying the sensation of being free to let go without worrying about making a mess or being judged. And when he finally gets up from the potty, he feels a sense of satisfaction and contentment wash over him.

"Thank you for the p

"Diluc's phone rings as he's walking back to his room, his diaper still feeling a bit warm and squishy. He answers it eagerly, excited to share his accomplishment with DrTomFocker - who after all, had been the one to give him the potty in the first place."

"Hi DrTomFocker, you won't believe it! I did it, I used the potty and it was amazing! Thank you so much for giving it to me, it made everything so much easier. I didn't have to worry about making a mess or anything, and it felt really good too!"

Diluc can barely contain his excitement, and he can feel a slight blush rising in his cheeks at the thought of sharing something so personal with DrTomFocker. But at the same time, he feels a sense of satisfaction and relief at having taken this

big step in exploring his ABDL side. He feels like he's finally able to embrace this part of himself without shame or judgement, and it's all thanks to DrTomFocker.

"I know it might seem a bit silly, but it was a really big deal for me. Do you think we could try it together someday? It would be so much fun to share the experience with you."

Diluc waits eagerly for DrTomFocker's response, feeling a bit nervous about how they'll react. But he tries to remind himself that there's nothing wrong with exploring his desires and he deserves to enjoy it in the way that feels best for him.

Diluc's heart swells with pride at the praise and enthusiasm shown by DrTomFocker. He knows he's taking a risk by sharing such a deeply personal part of himself, but the positive response from DrTomFocker makes it all worth it.

"A reward? That sounds wonderful, DrTomFocker! I don't know what to ask for though, I already feel so happy just knowing that I could share this with you. But if you insist, I suppose I wouldn't mind a little treat.

Maybe we could go out and have dinner together? It would be nice to have some time to talk and catch up on things."

Diluc can feel a smile spreading across his face as he imagines the possibilities. Maybe he'll even get to wear a fresh diaper while they're out - it's a risky proposition, but the idea of enjoying his private

desires in public with DrTomFocker is too tempting to resist.

"I look forward to it, DrTomFocker. Thank you for being so supportive and understanding. It means a lot to me."

As Diluc ends the call, he feels a sense of satisfaction and contentment wash over him. He knows that he still has a long way to go in exploring his ABDL side, but he feels more confident and secure in himself now that he has DrTomFocker's support and understanding.

He can't wait to see where this journey takes him, and he's excited to share it all with DrTomFocker.