The Story of an Infantilist [Chapter (OMFG!!) SEVEN!][Fin]

I'm sorry to post this late offtopic. But on top of bullies aren't their good guys that get in the way at highschools? I've stopped quiet a few ppl from beating up others. Theirs gotta be some tall ppl with guts and intelligence to get in ppl's faces whoa re getting in other's faces? I knew others like me at the same highschool. So if my small school had a couple of us, surely a larger school could have atleast one or two good tough guys... no? Obviously would probably have to be seniors.
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Hah! You thought I wouldn't finish it, but I did! Showed you guys! BAM! Now, note, this is the last chapter, and I didn't make it incredibly long, but it ends the story in a fashion I think you'll all like.

The Story of an Infantilist

CHAPTER SEVEN: The Wrap-Up Chapter

Alicia was having quite the trouble re-potty training herself, but after a few weeks, we got through it. We made sure to stay out of diapers in our respective colleges. At home, though, was another story. Ironically, just to check, we both went to sleep one night with dry diapers, and woke up wet. So, we both have a bedwetting problem. Well, I don't know if you'd call it a problem in our scenario, but nonetheless, it might be of concern if we were to stay the night with ...well, her parents. My father has always been cool with it. Our college years were wonderful though. We'd both come home from a long day of college classes and work, diaper each other, and then one of us would feed the other a bottle, or read a story to the other. We switched off frequently, but we always made sure to comfort each other if a problem should happen to either one of us.
We were probably the weirdest couple growing up you'd ever seen, but the day Alicia got out of community college and was now going to the same as me, I finally got up the guts, that all my friends have been telling me to do.
I was laying down on the oversized changing table we ordered special for ...well, our needs. As she lay the diaper under me, I said “Hey Alli...” in the cutest voice I could muster.
“What's up baby?” she said in a half-caretaker, half-sexy way. The kind I always liked.
“Could you take care of me tonight, I'm feeling a little stressed..”
“Well...I donno, what're you going to do for me?”
“I'll be extwa cute fow yew!” I gave her the big puppy dog eyes that she couldn't stand, whilst at the same time wagging my tail in an ever-so-cute fashion.
She sighed, “Fine.” After the baby lotion, the powdering, and the snugly taping the diaper on me, I got up, and she changed me into a footed sleep, and right back down, on all fours this time, to go crawling all the way into the living room. She sat on the couch and patted her lap, signifying me to get up on it for her to feed me a baby bottle. I did just that after crawling on the floor in my sleeper in the most adorable way I could find to suit her.
She giggled, “Oh Slick, you're so cute when your padded butt crinkles when you move around like that, come on now.”
I smiled and got up the couch, lied down, and put my head resting on her lap. She then began feeding me the baby bottle full of warm milk and I just happily accepted it.(And as she teased, accepted it a bit too much as you could see a certain bulge through the diaper.) After she was done the milk, she asked if I wanted to go to bed.
“Alright, but first, I gotta do something.”
“Aww, I thought you were gonna be the baby tonight.”
“Well, Alli, I'd love to be your baby forever.” I pulled a box out of a hidden compartment in the drawer next to the couch, “Alicia Richards,” I said, kneeling on the ground with one knee in a footed sleeper, looking up at the love of my life, both of us diapered, the anticipation clear in her eyes, and as I opened the box with the beautifully-gemmed ring upon it, I finally spouted the words, “Will you marry me?”
“Oh my god!” she said, stunned, “Slick...” she began crying the happiest cry I've ever seen in my life. She took the ring out of the box and exclaimed, “Yes! Yes, of course I'll marry you!”
I got up to what was, so far, the happiest moment of my life, and she gave me a long kiss that followed with me carrying her into the bedroom. “You'll be my baby too, then?”
She sniffled, “Of course!” and smiled at me as I changer her into her footed sleeper and we slept side by side, kissing and crying in happiness, until we both fell asleep, awaiting tomorrow to when we tell all of our friends about it.

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Two years after being engaged to the best woman I've ever met, after we we've successfully graduated from college, we got married at the nearest church. It was a beautiful ceremony and everyone said we were absolutely perfect for each other. We left to our honeymoon in a beautiful hotel in Hawaii, the dream honeymoon to some, but to us, just an opportunity to be alone for some more playtime.
We were the happiest we've ever been, and probably the most committed adult babies in the history of them. Even after getting jobs and going out into the real world, we still went home to bask in our babyish games and caretaking. I got a job at a law firm, while Alicia got one as an assistant manager of an accounting office. We both were getting paid enough to last us for a while.
Of course, we weren't an absolutely perfect couple. We had our rough times, our differences...we weren't destined for absolute perfection, but we were pretty good together. I never thought I'd be able to find someone like this, but I guess this was my story.
And to think...it all started because I liked to wear diapers. Truly, this is the story of an infantilist.
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Revolution, the only solution
The armed response of an entire nation
Revolution, the only solution
We've taken all your shit now it's time for restitution
The plan was mastered and called genocide
Took all the children and then we died
The few that remained were never found
All in a system of down
P.L.U.C.K. by System of a Down

Hot damn! Two things I love, your stories and happy endings. I'm so glad you finished this one, Miles. Great work.

OMFG! You finished it! Great story Miles. cheers

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*standing ovation*
That is almost too awesome for words. That is a beautiful ending.
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Age : 16 Joined : 22 Sep 2007 Posts : 29

I think you really, really rushed the ending. I enjoyed the story up until now. 2/5

NECROPOST.

I AM THE NECROMANCER, NOT YOU!

Ahem. This hadn't been posted on since April...there wasn't much reason to continue posting, unless the author posted. Thank you.
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sleath: Although the ending was admittingly rushed, it wasn't so much so that it made a bad story, but, of course, it's your opinion. Out of curiosity though, just so I can learn a bit from what you said, why'd the entire story get a 2/5? Simply for the ending or something else?
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Revolution, the only solution
The armed response of an entire nation
Revolution, the only solution
We've taken all your shit now it's time for restitution
The plan was mastered and called genocide
Took all the children and then we died
The few that remained were never found
All in a system of down
P.L.U.C.K. by System of a Down

Joined : 24 Aug 2007 Posts : 7

I just finished reading the story, and I really liked it. I thought you did a great job writing it.

Age : 16 Joined : 22 Sep 2007 Posts : 29

I think everyting up until the endign was quite good, so yes jsut the ending. How a story ends/is wrapped up and concluded is equally important tome as how it unfolded in the first place. Though I'm not easy to impress

Age : 16 Joined : 22 Sep 2007 Posts : 29

He'll be back... I laughed.