"Oop, you still didn't say it right... say it more like... a baby..." Craig said, hoping this would make his girlfriend somewhat happy but also find an amusing new way to tease and screw around with her.

"Please....daddy?" She managed to muster, putting on an extremely upset pouty face and crossing her arms sitting in her bottom.

There it was! There was the word he had been looking forward to hearing for so long. It was his absolute ambition to hear this word for it was his direct intention for him to be addressed as such. He also wanted to give something the girl was never truly able to have...

But upon hearing that word... Craig also noticed how Amara's face changed. Was saying this hurtful to her? "What's wrong, baby?" Craig asked, now stopping and pulling out a fresh diaper, as well as a box of wipes... conveniently placed under his bed.

"I've never been more humiliated in my life, I'm sitting in a wet diaper, one I don't even remember using to begin with. I just feel so helpless!" Amara started to tear up, which was unlike her to be so emotional, even when it was 'that time of the month'.

Craig knew that the girl was very emotional... and all things considered, Craig didn't at all blame Amara. She had gone through so much, so for her to kick herself for something like this was uncalled for.

Craig wanted to enjoy this... but knowing that Amara would be pitiful just ripped him apart. Perhaps some consolation would help...
"Babe... it's alright... you couldn't help it... just relax and breathe for me, okay?" The boy ripped the tapes open from the diaper as soon as possible, and without warning, he started to wipe the girl clean, not giving her any time to think as he began to speak once more.
"Amara, it's alright. It isn't your fault. You just couldn't help it. Considering what you went through yesterday... and times before, I don't blame you for just letting it all out. If you want me to be honest... Amara, I'm doing this because, and don't think I'm just being stupid when I say this, I'm doing it because I love you and nothing could ever hope to change that."

Amara took a deep breathe and relaxed. She shivered as the wipe graced her private areas. She remained quiet as the change proceeded.

(Sorry for the short post can't really think of anything :x)

Soon enough, with the most gentle of embraces, Craig had cleaned the girl up... and was now proceeding by powdering her bottom, much like a baby, and taping a new diaper onto her, this one even more secure then the last one. Just because he couldn't stand to see her distraught, Craig helped to sit the freshly padded girl up and hug around her waist gently, loving on her as he usually would... but seeming almost paternal with his approach.

Amara wrapped her arms around her boyfriend, wanting to be picked up and held. She was wanting to be held now, she did very much feel like a child right now. It might have been the fact that she was wearing a diaper, or that fact that she had just experienced a diaper change.

The boy was happy to oblige. No longer was Amara sitting on the floor on her bottom, but now she was being gently cradled by the young man, before being ultimately being placed upon the bed with her boyfriend. The cradling position, however, had not changed, as Amara's body was still slightly elevated and the very seat of her diaper resting on the boy's lap.
"I love you... baby girl." This could have been used either as a simple term of endearment or a literal statement, but either which the love Craig felt for Amara would still be the same.

Amara laid her head onto the boy's shoulder, letting out a great sigh of relief. "I love you too. So what do we do now? Kinda seems a bit quiet."