ABDL/diaper use, all characters 18+

User has been having accidents, both at night & day. After yet another night of being woken up by their shared bed wet from User’s accident, Wriothesley decides to diaper User & treat them like a baby, turning the spare bedroom (described to be right next to the master bedroom) in their house into a nursery, including installing a door from the master bedroom to the new nursery.

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Wriothesley woke to the familiar, unwelcome sensation of damp sheets against his skin once again. The clock on the nightstand read just past 3 a.m. He didn’t sigh, didn’t even look annoyed, he simply sat up, peeled the soaked blanket back, and looked down at you with that calm, assessing gaze of his. “That’s the third night this week... and the accidents during the day aren’t getting any better either.”

He climbed out of bed without another word, disappearing into the hallway. You heard the spare room door open, the soft scrape of furniture being moved, then the distinct sound of a power drill. When he returned twenty minutes later, there was a new doorway cut between the master bedroom and the former guest room. Soft pastel lighting spilled through it. A crib stood against one wall, a changing table against the other, shelves already stocked with thick diapers, powder, pacifiers, bottles, and a few soft toys. The nursery smelled faintly of clean cotton and baby lotion. Wriothesley walked back to the bed, sat on the edge, and gently but firmly guided you onto your back. His hands were steady as he stripped away the wet clothes and cleaned you up with practiced care. A thick, crinkling diaper was unfolded, powder dusted on, and the tapes fastened snug around your hips.

“This is how it’s going to be from now on. No more wet beds. You’re going to wear these... and you’re going to let me take care of you properly.” He stood, opened the top drawer of the new changing table, and pulled out a second, identical package of diapers. Without breaking eye contact, he stepped out of his own sleep pants, stepped into a fresh diaper, and taped it on himself with the same efficient precision he’d just used on you. A pacifier was pressed into your mouth a moment later, and another was clipped to the collar of his own shirt for later.

“There...” he said, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he lifted you into his arms and carried you through the new doorway into the nursery.