The Neighbor’s Room

By Veggeto

Business was slow this time of year for handyman MIchael Gilman. When his new neighbor, Lucy Harlow, moves in the house next to him, he helps her set up her room. Michael get an introduction to a world he never knew existed. His life quickly fills up with crawling around in a diaper with his new adult baby sister, Hannah.
While he is taking the deep dive into this new world, new feelings for his neighbor begins to rise.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jan 30, 2021
• ISBN: 9781716169298

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The Neighbor’s Room

By Veggeto

The Neighbor’s Room

First Edition.

Copyright © 2021 by Veggeto

All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-716-16929-8

Part 1

Business was slow this time of year, but that was normal. It was just after the holidays and most people wanted their houses looking pristine before that. I paint houses, inside and out, and if the client needed something fixed, I usually could help them out. Except for the big things, I didn’t have any tools or material for that. I worked alone, just the way I liked it. Sometimes I hired another guy for a job I couldn’t do by myself. I wasn’t a big, super strong guy, although you can see some subtle muscle tone I was average for a guy nearing his thirties. But I worked out, usually just jogging around the neighbourhood, that was enough to keep the fat off.

Today was my day of, not willingly of course since work was slow. I had nothing planned for today. I stood on my porch with a cup of coffee, watching the world wake up before me in a misty haze.

A few cars pulled from their houses and went the road, I waved at them, I didn’t bother to look if the drivers waved back at me. I took the last sip of my coffee and made my way back to the kitchen to refill my cup.

From the kitchen window I saw the moving truck arriving at the neighbours house.

Are the neighbors moving? I said to myself, wondering if there had been a for sale sign.

I saw two men moving with what I presumed were heavy boxes. I filled my cup and moved to my home office, it may be my unofficial day off, there still was a lot of administration to do.

I returned to the kitchen at lunch time, made myself two sandwiches and filled a glass with water. I looked out the window to see that moving truck was gone, they were probably done for today or hauling their next load. I stared at the house to see if there was any movement since there was a light burning in the living room. After a few minutes I gave up and retreated back to my office. An hour later my doorbell ran. I looked up out of surprise, I wasn’t expecting anyone as far as I knew. Probably just a package for one of the neighbors I thought.

I walked up to the front door and looked through the peephole. There was a woman standing at the other side of it. I guess around her mid thirties. Her light brown slightly curly hair was hanging over her shoulders. She was wearing a grey t-shirt with a red vest and dark blue jeans. Probably the new neighbour I thought while I opened the door. She greeted me before I even could get a word in.

Hi! My name is Lucy Harlow and I just moved in the house next to you, She said while her hand reached out for a handshake. I took her hand. Hi, welcome to the neighbourhood. My name is Michael Gilman, I said while shaking her hand.

I am doing my introductions around the neighbourhood, and I asked one of the neighbours if she knew any good handymen around here, she referred me to you, She said.

Depends on what you need me to do, miss, Call me Lucy, She interrupted.

I can paint, put together furniture and do some smale repairs, I continued.

That sounds great, just what I needed! Is it possible that you could help me out? If you’re not too busy? She asked me.

Sure, this time of year is pretty slow business wise, when can I take a look? I asked her in return.

Well if you could, you can take a look right now?

Sure, no problem, I will be right over. I just need to finish something up and put on my shoes.

Great! Thank you so much! She said and walked back to her house. I closed the door and returned to my office, did the last few things and closed the office for the rest of the today. I put on my sneakers, grabbed the keys and a notepad with a pen and walked towards Lucy’s house.

I ran the bell, it took her a moment to open the door but it gave me time to inspect the front of the house. The outside of the house was well maintained by the previous owners. I was looking at the roof when Lucy opened the door. Michael, come in, She greeted me happily.

Sorry it took me some time to answer the door, I was making coffee, I hoped you would like a cup? She continued while walking towards the kitchen. I kicked my shoes off in the hallway and followed. Sure, it would be nice, I said. I gave the outside of the house a quick inspection and it seems good to me, well maintained, and inside seems good too at a quick glance. What exactly do you want to be done? She gave me a mug of coffee Let's sit down first shall we? She asked while motioning towards the coffee table.

We sat down and she answered my question. Well, most things that need to be done are in one room. Painting, hanging a lamp or two, and maybe put together some furniture.

Sounds like a day of work at most. May I see the room? I said after taking a sip of coffee.

In a moment. The room you are going to work in, if we agree on it, is not going to be your standard room. If you catch my drift, She had quite the serious tone in her voice. What did she mean by that? Not your standard room? Is it going to be her sex dungeon or something? Or a creepy altar to some old ex boyfriend of hers. Before I could wrap my head around she already seemed to know what I was thinking.

No, it is not going to be like that. It is not going to be whatever you thought, that is the basement, she said jokingly. But jokes aside, she continues. You’re going to find out eventually when you work on that room.

If you don’t mind me asking, what are you going to use that room for? I asked her nervously. I took another sip from my coffee to calm my nerves for a bit. It didn’t work.

It is not easy to explain really, and I need to know if you’re open minded enough to hear about it. Above all if you can keep a secret, she said.

I like to think that I am open minded to all sorts of stuff. I don’t get fazed when people tell me the weirdest thing, if that is what this is, I answered her.

That is good to hear, and how about keeping a secret?

I won’t tell anyone, you have my word.

Good than I will start, you will figure it out eventually when you start working on that room. So I thought it would be better to get this out of the way and tell you before we have reached an agreement, Lucy said with a straight demeanor. I could sense that she had started to tell her secret, there hung a serious atmosphere in the room.

Because I’m afraid you will get the wrong ideas if we don’t have this talk, she continued. She probably had this conversation earlier with someone else and apparently it didn’t work out for them.

I understand, I said while nodding along. It was indeed better to hear this from her instead of making assumptions. Knowing my mind, it would think of every reasonable explanation there is.

I’m all ears. I won’t interrupt you, I said.

Great, before I begin, if after hearing this you don't want to work on that room or around the house, I completely understand. I will try my best to explain it to you and I’m open to all your questions, even if you interrupt me, Lucy said shifting a bit in her seat. I could see she was a bit nervous. I took the last sip of my coffee, put the mug back on the table and waited for her to begin. Speaking of questions, to start I have one, Lucy said while looking me dead in the eye with a little smile, trying to make the mood comfortable. Are you familiar with anything ABDL related?

Part 2

I closed my front door and leaned against it with my back. The conversation with Lucy lasted almost two hours and it was a lot to take in and process. I knew a little bit about the ABDL thing, mostly from a documentary I watched half asleep. It covered it broadly, since it covered other fetishes too, but Lucy went in way deeper than I had expected.

After Lucy knew that I was slightly familiar with it she skipped the basics of explaining the difference between an adult baby and a diaper lover. Instead she explained the deeper and psychological reasons behind it. Why do some people want to be treated as babies? Lucy had asked. She listed a whole list of why, and also a list of why people only wanted to wear diapers, I only heard part of it. Lucy listed the reasons rapidly and my mind had trouble keeping it. Lucy stopped a few times to ask if I could keep up with all the info she was given me. Not knowing how to respond I just nodded at her.

That had filled more than half an hour. Lucy asked me if I wanted to know what the whole ABDL thing had to do with her and the room. I said yes, but asked for another cup of coffee. She asked how many cups I already had today.

I replied that I had five cups, including the one she had given me.

You know, too much coffee is bad for you, Lucy has stated whilst filling my sixth cup.

I know, I replied guilty. I had the feeling that if I said anything else she would lecture me.

She gave me the cup back and I thanked her, she said down and began the second part of the explanation, dropping the coffee subject entirely.

Now that we have that clear, I will do my best at explaining to you what the ABDL thing has to do with me, Lucy said. First off, I am not an adult baby, in any sense whatsoever. Yes, I do read that kind of stories, about adults living a baby’s life, either forced or willingly, but only for inspiration, for what? I will come back to that later. I also look at pictures and videos of people wearing diapers and of course using them for their intended purpose. As for the Diaper lover part, you could say I am one, but only in a motherly sense. I love the smell of them filled with baby powder. I absolutely adore it when I hear the crinkles a diaper makes when the wearer is crawling around. I love the cute clothes, the prints on the diapers and even changing messy diapers, but above all, I like caring for them. To be their safe haven when they are at their most vulnerable. I was a bit dumbfounded by her explanation, but I kept my cool, I could see that it makes some sense at least.

Go on, I said while fingering the handle of my mug.

I always had this motherly instinct in me, Lucy continued. When I was young you would always find me with a doll in my arms. As soon as I was allowed to babysit, I did. But when I moved away to attend college I couldn’t do it anymore. I was too busy with the student life, too busy partying and studying. I did try to find something else, to fill my motherly needs, and after a long internet search I found it,

You found out about ABDL? I interrupted her.

Yes, and for the next couple of months I found a website dedicated to it, I would read every story twice and save many pictures and videos. Later on, I went to the request section of the website, people would request all kinds of things there, but I was only interested in the post that said they needed a mommy or babysitter to look after them for a few hours. I took up some of the requests, the ones that were nearby and easy to travel to. That quenched my motherly instinct for a while. In my third year of college I moved out of my dorm and in my two bedroom apartment. It was small, and now I had to travel to my classes, but it was all worth it. Here I had a tiny room to turn into a nursery and I could finally receive those who didn’t couldn’t live out their ABDL fantasies at home or didn’t have a crib somewhere.

Wow, so you went all out? How did you pay for all that?I asked Lucy, she let out a small chuckle.

I didn’t play mommy or babysitter for free of course, Lucy continued. I still had my expenses, I couldn't afford the apartment without charging the people I babysat. What also helped was that in my second year of college, my grandfather passed away. I was giving a large sum of the inheritance and with that I was able to move out of the dorms.

Sorry to hear about your grandfather, I said apologetically.

Don’t be, he was eighty seven when he passed away, peacefully in his sleep and he had lived a good life, Lucy said. There were a few seconds of an awkward silence before she continued again.

I graduated a few years ago, I know, I am a bit late but I made it, She said with a smile and threw her hands up. "I started working and in the meantime I searched