Turning Tricks for Treats

"Oh, you look perfect!" 

"I know I do," 

I said sourly, pulling down the hem of my Halloween dress and glaring up at my girlfriend.  I told Becca time and again that diapers weren't my thing.  They weren't my style.  But when she bought me these black ones for Halloween... they puffed out my dress just right.  They gave the curves of my clothes a perfect shape.  And if they matched my clothes, well... why not?

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"See, I'm gonna make a little diaper model out of you yet!" 

Ruka looked up in annoyance and crossed her arms, ready for a fight, and I ruffled her hair and kissed her forehead. 

"I'm messing with you, sweetheart. And besides, I'm sure you don't even have an expansive enough fashion sense to make it work."

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Expansive enough fashion sense?  I was going to respond - to tell her how I had a way better fashion sense than she ever would! - but the doorbell rang.  I pouted and opened the door to a chorus of children shouting: "Trick or treat!" When did kids start ringing doorbells on Halloween, anyway?  I put a handful of candy into their buckets.

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"Ruka! What are you even doing?" 

I reached past her with one hand and used it to give the kids each another handful of candy, while my other hand crinkled the black diaper up the back of her dress, discrete and sexy and diminishing to her all at the same time. 

"Give the children the candy they deserve, young lady, or you're getting nothing sweet tonight." 

I closed the door.

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My cheeks went crimson. 

"I didn't give you permission--" 

"Who said I needed to ask permission?" 

Well, that shut me up.  I looked up at her with surprise and then embarrassment.  Her fingers traced my hips and I took a step backward into the wall.  The diaper crinkled when I walked and it brought another wave of shyness over me.

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"I think the little submissive flower here, dressed in her pretty Halloween clothes, her pretty makeup, her pretty... crinkly...plastic... thick, diaper? I think this little fashionista doesn't really get to talk back like that, does she? Not to her Mommy, unless she wants to be marched upstairs and discover the new matching ensemble I intend to put her in once the night is out. Oh, what goes with a diaper that's covered in baby rattles and blocks, I wonder...?"