> `03:15 >` **Hey remember that time we went to the movies?**  

The lion’s message was waiting for me when my alarm went off that morning, and I looked at my phone in confusion. We hadn’t met IRL yet—though we’d been growing more intimate online, he lived far enough off that even a weekend stay wouldn’t make up for the long drive.

> `06:32 <` No?  
> `06:33 <` Els did you mistype again  

Given the time zones he should’ve been at work already, so I didn’t expect a response right away; I got myself out of bed and was throwing breakfast together by the time my phone buzzed again.

> `06:46 >` **No i meant you tiger**  
> `06:46 >` **Humor me**  
> `06:47 >` **The past isnt, like, real**  
> `06:47 >` **Its just something we agree on you know?**  
> `06:48 >` **And we rewrite memories every time we remember them**  
> `06:48 >` **If we wanna say it went differently**  
> `06:48 >` **Make different memories**  
> `06:48 >` **Just for us**  
> `06:49 >` **All we gotta do is decide it**  

By the time he’d stopped typing, I was halfway through my toast and packing lunch.

> `06:50 <` Anything you say cutie  

I sent a quick selfie along with my response: fat shirtless white tiger with bedhead, toast in my mouth like an anime girl. It wasn’t till I was just heading out the door that he sent back a “LION LOVE” sticker and:

> `06:59 >` **AAAAH no youre the cutie!**  
> `06:59 >` **So what movie was it?**  

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I thought about it on the drive up. There was nothing wrong with a movie as a first date, really, but this was *Elias,* and if I got to write a first memory with him, well…I’d either want something really awesome, or something considerably more private so we could have *real* fun.

As my work computer booted up, I tried to lay out my thoughts. I realized it didn’t seem right to totally reject the framing of a movie date, but I figured I could ‘yes-and’ it a bit.

> `08:02 <` It was a lot of movies. We decided the theater wasn’t a good idea and went back to your place. There was a whole series you wanted to show me, though we were probably paying more attention to each other, if you know what I mean. ;-)  

My job was considerably more hectic than his; my phone started buzzing as soon as I logged into the phone, and I was taking calls non-stop till breaktime.

There was the nosebleed sticker I’d expected, and a pileup of messages waiting for me.

> `08:05 >` **On a first date? naughty boy** 😼  
> `08:06 >` **But i guess we wanted to make full use of our weekend together**  
> `08:08 >` **Fuuuuuck now im remembering you coming to the door**  
> `08:08 >` **So big and beautiful**  
> `09:30 >` **Fuck**  
> `09:30 >` **FUCK**  
> `09:31 >` **You showed up in one of those big monster diapers didnt you**  
> `09:32 >` **So hard just thinking about it**  

He’d added a surreptitious photo of his bulge under his desk. It wasn’t exactly the naughtiest of sights but it was good to know I could have such an effect on someone. I was too small to show much bulge myself but my dick was definitely throbbing as I wrote up my response.

> `10:17 <` Yup. Wore it all day for you. It was a little awkward going through the airport, I was sure everyone was staring at how my pants bulged and every little rustle I thought ‘surely they can hear this across the terminal’. Every time I pissed I worried I was going to leak. Or that my seatmate would smell me or say something.  
> `10:18 <` I… you know I’ve never worn in public before  
> `10:19 >` **Your first time was for me? fuck thats hot**  

I blushed deeply as I thought about the scenario, and what it’d mean if…if…

> `10:20 <` Are…are we really doing this? Is this gonna be our past now?  
> `10:21 >` **If you loved it, why not?** 😼  
> `10:22 >` **You told me you were so turned on you had to jerk off in the airplane bathroom**  
[Lustylion Els 🦁 is typing…]

I was glad my belly covered my crotch when I was sitting, because I could feel the dampness of precum spreading as I imagined—no, as I _remembered_ that day, being so horny for my lion.

He didn’t finish typing his response before break ended. I went back to work, my arousal dissipating over the course of the morning as I suffered through angry customers calling about their account woes and my stomach started to grumble for food.

When my lunch ‘hour’ finally came around, I saw Elias had sent a picture message. The break room looked crowded, so I ducked into the restroom to take a look at it in private, hiding out in one of the stalls.

It wasn’t another photo of himself, like I thought it might be.

It was me, in one of my monster diapers, my paw down the front and my face clearly showing orgasm.

Sitting on an airplane toilet seat.

> `10:35 >` **this was the pic you sent me**  
> `10:36 >` **remember?**  

It wasn’t the best edit job, but convincing enough on the small screen of my phone. The selfie wasn’t one of my favorites, but I recognized it too; it was from—

I breathed in deeply. _The past isn’t real. It’s just something we agree on._

It was from the first day I’d been out in diapers in public, when I got so horny I had to jerk off in an airplane bathroom.

> `1:35 <` I remember! You made a joke about me joining the Mile High Club with that diaper. And you made sure that wasn’t the only cum load that went in it, either. ;-)  
> `1:37 >` **FUCK i can’t wait to sink my cock in your ass again**  

_‘Again.’_ A shiver ran through me as the implications of the word sank in. I mean, if we’d spent—I scrolled back to check how long—if we’d spent a whole weekend together, then _of course_ we’d fucked. I almost felt a little cheated—here we were deciding we’d already had our first time and all I was getting was this memory.

And then I remembered that by now all we’d have left of that time was memories _anyway._ Still…

> `1:39 <` Huff. Our first fuck…  
> `1:39 >` **YES**  
> `1:40 >` **I couldnt keep my paws off you**  
> `1:40 >` **From the moment I saw you**  
> `1:40 >` **I kissed you right there in the doorway, you tasted like fruit cups**  
> `1:41 <` Airplane food ;-)  

The stall next to me was occupied, so I was stroking myself as surreptitiously as I could as I tried to keep up with my lion’s stream of messages.

> `1:41 >` **I couldnt wrap my arms around you and that was so hot**  
> `1:41 >` **My BIG beautiful baby**  
> `1:42 >` **Ripping off our clothes as we rushed to bed**  
> `1:42 >` **Burying my face in our diaper**  
> `1:42 >` **\*your**  
> `1:42 >` **You smelled**  
> `1:42 >` **SO**  
> `1:42 >` **FUCKING**  
> `1:42 >` **GOOD**  
> `1:42 >` **Ugh i want you in diapers forever**  
> `1:43 <` You made me stay in them.  
> `1:43 >` **You bet I did**  
> `1:43 >` **My baby doesnt have to get up for anything**  
> `1:43 >` **Not toilet**  
> `1:43 >` **Not food**  
> `1:43 >` **Not sex**  
> `1:43 <` I begged to suck on your cock…  
> `1:43 >` **Felt so good to feed my baby**  
> `1:44 >` **You were so hungry**  
> `1:44 >` **I dont usually cum that much**  
> `1:44 >` **But FUCK**  
> `1:45 >` **Grinding down your throat**  
> `1:45 >` **My face buried in your belly**  
> `1:45 >` **Making out withthat DEEP DEEP BELLYHOLE**  
> `1:45 <` Ugh I’m gonna cum  
> `1:46 >` **But i wasnt done with you**  
> `1:46 >` **I put a box of donuts on your chest**  
> `1:46 >` **So i could watch you stuff that gorgeous belly**  
> `1:46 >` **Hefted those beefy legs over ym shoulders**  
> `1:46 >` **Ground against your soaked soaked padding FUCK**  
> `1:46 >` **Slid my cock in under that fat tail**  
> `1:47 >` **Pounded that ass till my balls were dry**  

I tried to hide my climax with grunts of effort appropriate to where I was, but probably wasn’t convincing anyone.

But I didn’t care, did I? I’d jerked off in a restroom before.

Emboldened, I took a quick video of me licking the cum off my paw and sent it back to Elias, just as he was sharing his memory of filling my ass.

> `1:47 >` **LOVE**  
> `1:47 >` **YOU**  
> `1:47 >` **SO**  
> `1:47 >` **MUCH**  

The cumshot he sent back was _almost_ as big as I remembered.

> `1:48 <` Love you too, daddy.  

I hesitated a moment, then started typing more:

> `1:50 <` That was the first time I called you daddy. Not here, but then. There in your bed, being loved and cared for and fed and mounted and being your big chubby kitten. I called you daddy, and you were so happy. I mean, we both were  
> `1:51 <` Brb gotta wash up and get lunch… famished and not long before I have to get back on the floor.  

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“LION LOVE” sticker after “LION LOVE” sticker flooded the chat window as I stuffed my phone in my pocket, flushed the toilet I hadn’t used, and washed the last of the cum off my paws.

It wasn’t till my next break that I managed to get back to chat—I had to sit at an occupied table for lunch, and had to spend most of it in smalltalk.

> `1:52 >` **Yes, eat BIG for daddy!**  
> `1:52 >` **Fill that tubby belly now so you can fill those diapers later** 😼  
> `3:13 >` **Breaktime diaper check** 😼  

I blushed deeply at the last line. He knew I hadn’t worn diapers to work today. He knew I hadn’t ever worn in public at all—

The new memory reasserted itself, me in the airport terminal, trying to hide my diaper bulge with luggage and loose clothing. _This is me now, I guess._

Still, even if I _had_ worn in public before, he knew _from the video I sent him_ that I hadn’t worn diapers to work today. Meaning…

> `3:16 <` You started telling me to go to work in diapers.  
> `3:16 >` **Every day since we met**  
> `3:16 >` **The monster ones of course**  
> `3:17 >` **And youve been so good about it**  
> `3:17 >` **Daddy’s big blushy baby**  
> `3:17 >` **Love you so much**  

And he sent me three more pics, quick edits of ones I’d sent in the past—me at my seat at work, with a frill of diaper peeking out under my shirt; me in a chair in the break room, my crotch expanded to suggest the massive diaper puffing it out; and a frame from the video I’d sent at lunchtime, my crotch very nicely padded as I licked the cum from my paw.

Well, fuck. If I had the diaper on at lunchtime…

My dick was stiffening in my pants again as I typed out my response.

> `3:17 <` Sorry daddy, I had to take it off. Umm…it was leaking. And I didn’t bring more with me.   
> `3:18 >` **Mmm my baby boy destroying those huge diapers**  
> `3:18 >` **So good but so naughty not bringing more.**  
> `3:18 >` **Punishment when you get home**  
> `3:18 >` **Just remember, no big boy potty for you** 😼  
> `3:19 <` Yes daddy.  
> `3:19 >` **And tomorrow we’ll make sure my baby boy is ready for daycare** 😼  

Tomorrow.

I shut my eyes at my desk and basked in the memories of our new lives. Me, wearing monster diapers to work every day… They’d certainly help—I mean, they *certainly helped* to soak up all the precum Els’s hot ideas would milk out of me over the course of a day. And since I didn’t remember any coworkers saying anything about them, clearly either they hadn’t noticed or they were just being polite… I’d still be worried about being noticed tomorrow, just as I must’ve been worried today, waddling around with the rustly padding spreading my legs apart…

My heart was thumping as I answered back.

> `3:20 <` My daddy takes such good care of me.  
> `3:20 <` You… you did say you’d take me in if I get in trouble, right?  
> `3:21 >` **I did**  
> `3:21 >` **Every time my baby’s scared**  
> `3:21 >` **I tell him I’ll take care of him**  
> `3:21 >` **And I will**  
> `3:21 >` **Otherwise what kind of daddy would I be?**  
> `3:21 <` Thank you, daddy.  
> `3:22 <` And thank you for…for building this new life with me.  

“LION LOVE” stickers.

> `3:22 >` **Thank you too son**  
> `3:23 >` **Already looking forward to tomorrow’s diaper checks**  
> `3:23 >` **And the details of our second date.** 😼