Halloween... Again?

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Halloween... Again?

By BoTox

Chapter 1

(starts a little slow but it will get more interesting)

Jack spent the day before Halloween browsing thrift stores and still hadn't decided on a costume for a party he was going to. It was supposed to be THE party of the year, Halloween or not. He was thinking of going as James Dean but really wanted to go as an adult baby. Jack was not really into the whole baby thing but was a diaper lover and any excuse to openly wear a diaper was all the reason he needed to consider the idea.

Of course, he'd probably never do it. He lacked the nerve to actually do it, wear an exposed diaper in public, but he did fancy the idea. Especially since he was going alone, hoping to meet a nice girl, maybe someone that was open to his odd likes and interests. The day was going to be devoted to acquiring a costume to make him stand out and draw some attention to himself, hopefully postive attention.

When he returned home after all evening putting the pieces of his costume together, he was tired, hungry and soaked. He tossed a meal in the microwave, not even noticing what it was as he headed to the bathroom to get out of his wet disposable diaper. He had thoroughly soaked this one despite his completely functional bladder. Once changed into a fresh diaper, he tried to fit his outfit together.

He dumped the contents of the first bag onto the floor. There was a white t-shirt, leather jacket, penny loafers, hair gel and a pack of cigarettes. He dumped the other bag and it was definitely not James Dean. There was an adult sized baby bottle, bib, bonnet and pacifier he'd picked up at the costume store and a large pair of bear printed plastic pants he'd found at a thrift shop. Quite a score. Too bad he'd never wear it. It made him smile to think about it any way.

Just then the microwave beeped and he wolfed down his single man's dinner. He didn't particularly like them but they were edible, quick and no dishes to wash. He tossed the fork into the sink where it kept four others and a few glasses company. Jack washed dishes by hand once a week, whether he needed to or not.

Worn down from the day, he brushed his teeth, threw his clothes in the hamper and changed into a fresh nighttime diaper for bed. He crawled into bed and quickly fell asleep.

He was jolted awake by the alarm clock blairing music, The Who's "Who Are You" at full volume. He turned down the radio to gather his thoughts before he had to get up and begin the day. As much as he wished it, his diaper was still dry. Oh well, he quickly remedied that as he got up to have breakfast and shave. Anything to prolong the warm, wet feeling against his lower regions before he had to take a shower.

Jack got dressed and went to do some grocery shopping. That microwave dinner was his last one and his milk was beyond consumption. He walked to the corner market where he reached for the last quart of milk. A rather large, rude man pushed him out of the way and snatched it away before he could finish his grasp. Not a good start to the day.

He purchased a pint to hold him over until he could get some other things at the supermarket down the road. As he left, he looked across the street at the medical supply store. He'd always wanted to go inside and see if they had diapers and such but he was deathly afraid of meeting someone he might know. So, he went home to have a bowl of cold cereal.

As Jack walked home, a woman quickly ran past him, nearly knocking him down. She had an ipod on her arm. Five steps more and heard the squealing of tires, a thud and screams. He turned to see that the poor woman had ran into the crosswalk against the light and was hit by a taxi. She'd been knocked 20 feet into the intersection and again hit by an oncoming vehicle. He shuddered and turned away.

He pushed the images out of his head and tried to eat his breakfast in peace. He wasn't very hungry but he needed to eat before he tried to do a little work. Being self employed, he flipped on his laptop and worked on the proposal for a new package design. He worked but didn't get much done. He was having a block on the color scheme of the logo. He resigned himself to not getting it done and decided to go out for lunch. There was a cute waitress at the burger joint that he liked to chat with. She was just being friendly but Jack always looked for more.

Shelly waited on him at the counter as usual, "What can I get for you Jack, the usual?"

Jack just nodded in agreement, "I suppose so. I'm going to try something different one of these days just not today."

She winked and yelled to the cook, "Order up! Milk the cow, mow the grass and don't cry about it."

Jack loved to hear their lingo for his cheeseburger with lettuce but no onion. She brought him an iced tea and he put two of the pink packets in it. The guy sitting next to him looked like he was having heartburn.

Shelly made the rounds, filling coffee cups, water glasses and handing out checks. A fellow was being way too friendly and grabbed Shelly's shapely backside. She promptly stepped off and shook her head.

The rest of the day he spent trying on his James Dean costume. He'd gotten a pretty good look down, complete with cigarette pack in his rolled up t-shirt sleeve.

He left his light off but still a few kids rang his doorbell. He wasn't going to open the door but he did any way, despite not having any candy to give out.

When he opened the door, two small children stood there in ghost costumes. He hated to send them away with nothing and caught the sight of his recent dental visit. He dropped the floss in one and the toothbrush in the other. They didn't look happy but it was all he had handy.

Then Jack put on his James Dean outfit and practiced squinting and looking cool. He would skip the diapers this evening, just in case he met a lady. One final check in the mirror and he left for the party. Since he was going to be drinking, he hailed a taxi. There was a lady with her child walking when a car passed by and splashed them from pothole full of water. He narrowly missed getting soaked himself.

He finally got a taxi and headed to the party. There was already quite a gathering at the door but he waltzed right in. The first thing he did was get a Jack Daniels at the bar. After his second one, he looked around and eyed a very pretty woman scantily clad as a French maid. He wandered over and leaned up against a wall.

"Bonsoir, Monsieur Dean," said the dark haired, ruby lipped maid.

"Evening, ma'am," said Jack, "That's a might fine feather duster."

"Merci," she replied, "Nice costume yourself. You could pass for James Dean! If he weren't dead, that is."

Jack sneered, "I'm dead? Last thing I remember was cruising down the road. Its all blank after that."

They both giggled and talked a bit more before Jack got her number and they continued to mingle. He then spied Scarlet O'Hara but she was not looking at him. He turned to see a very pale prom queen blood all over her arms. He walked over to her and smiled.

"Hmm, suicide?" he asked.

"Yep, runner up," she laughed, "couldn't live with the humiliation."

"Very good. Shows dedication," Jack said, "Where's the prom date?"

"Don't have one," she said, "I'm Candy. What's your name?"

"I'm Jack," he replied, "Can I buy you a drink?"

She smiled, "Cranberry and vodka if you don't mind."

Jack nodded and swaggered off. She was quite cute and he could see spending a night with her. Then he bumped, literally, into Baby Girl. She was gorgeous! Pigtails, Maryjanes, babydoll dress and a frilly behind poofed way out. His heart skipped a beat as she sucked her thumb and pulled at the edge of her too short dress. She smiled at him and he blushed. He almost forgot about the drinks until someone else bumped him and Baby Girl wandered off.

He returned with a drink for Candy but his mind was still on Baby Girl. After more small talk with Candy and one dance, he got her number and went in search of Baby Girl but she was no longer around. After quite some time and not finding her, he leaned up against the bar, feeling sad.

A voice spoke to him, "Boy, you sure look the part!"

It was a Playboy bunny. She looked like her suit was spray painted on and her furry little tail was wiggling with her every word.

Jack perked up just a bit, "Well, I just found out I've been dead for 50 years."

She leaned up next to him, "You look pretty good for a corpse. Maybe I really can make the dead rise!"

"You certainly have my attention," said Jack.

They talked and found out they had quite a bit in common. She lived around the corner from him. It was almost midnight and he asked her if she wanted to share a cab back home. She winked and off they went.

On the way back in the taxi, Jack got another number and she got out with him. He offered to walk her home but she said she had a roommate and asked if she could come up to his place. He readily accepted and they walked to his door.

He barely got the door open before she pounced on him and were a mess of body parts flinging clothes and costume props in every direction.

To be continued...

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i love it...very creative...especially love the ending...LOL

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Great as usual BoTox. You screwed up though...

You made us come to exect greatness, and now, just good won't cut it. You have to continue on this great and unique story line.

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Excellent work so far, as usual. I look forward to reading the next part. Thank you for all your hard work writing these wonderful stories for us.

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Hi Botox

You should have gone in for the story contest on ab playaway its finished now but if anyone would like to read the stories there and vote be my guest......

http://z7.invisionfree.com/ABPlayAway/index.php?act=idx

Votes have to be in by the 30th October thanks enjoy!!!!

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Hi Botox

You should have gone in for the story contest on ab playaway its finished now but if anyone would like to read the stories there and vote be my guest......

http://z7.invisionfree.com/ABPlayAway/index.php?act=idx

Votes have to be in by the 30th October thanks enjoy!!!!

Well, I've gotten good feedback! Thanks. The next part will be a day or two out. I hope the next chapter really takes off.

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Good to heat that Botox!!

Look forward to reading it.

Please go to abplayaway and read the stories there for halloween and see which one you like best one vote. Only one vote per person and voting ends 30th October.

Thanks Botox

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Like all of your other stories,this one is starting out great.Waiting for more!!!DL JAY

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Chapter 2

Jack was awakened from his sleep by the alarm clock going off. Oddly enough it was The Who's "Who Are You" at full volume again. He sat up in bed, looked around for the bunny. He never did get her name and had called her Bunny all night long and it was a long night. He finally turned down the radio.

When he tossed the covers back, he was wearing a diaper. That was odd because he didn't remember putting one on and when he finally fell asleep, Bunny was in his arms. He thought about it a bit and then checked his diaper. It was still as dry as when it was put on. His bladder was full so he let go with everything. Then he got up to look for Bunny

When he looked in the kitchen, there was no sign anyone had been there. Bunny was completely gone, not even so much as a piece of bunny tail fluff remained. Jack scratched his head. He knew he wasn't dreaming it.

As long as he was in the kitchen, he fixed a bowl of cereal. Hmm, he hadn't gotten any milk yet. He used the small carton yesterday. Except when he looked in the fridge, there was the old half gallon. He checked the date and it was old. He was sure he'd thrown that out yesterday morning before he left to go to the store.

Jack showered, got dressed and put on a clean Abena X-plus. He checked that the bulge wasn't too large and went to the corner grocery to get another half gallon of milk. He walked to the corner, waved to the owner of the market. He opened the cooler door just as a rather large, rude man pushed him out of the way and snatched it away the last half gallon before he could finish his grasp... just like it happened yesterday.

So, he again purchased a pint to hold him over until he could get some other things at the supermarket. As he left, he looked across the street at the medical supply store. Was this Deja Vue? This time Jack decided he was going to go inside and see if they had any sort of diapers he might be interested in.

He crossed the street with the light. Just as he reached the other side there was a squeal of tires as someone locked their brakes and the unmistakeable thud he would never forget. He turned to see a woman badly injured in the street. OH NO! It was the same woman from yesterday. She never learned from her mishap yesterday!

Jack continued on into the store. It was not a regular pharmacy superstore like so many of the corner drug stores had sold out to. It was one of the few remaining independently owned stores in the whole area. He was quietly pleased to see the Depends on the lower shelf and the Molicares, Abenas and Tenas on the top shelf. As he wondered the aisles, he found the reuseable products. Pullon diapers, trifolds and contoured diapers in several sizes on the top shelf. The next shelf had every size imagineable of plastic, rubber and vinyl pants. Pullon or snap front, extra wide crotch, high waist, flannel lined, it had to be a dream. He was still in bed, surely.

Jack bought the largest pair they had that would even remotely fit him. The cashier asked him if it was for a Halloween costume. He looked at the young lady of about 22. Halloween was yesterday. But he smiled and nodded as he shelled out the bills to pay for them.

When he opened up his laptop to work on the proposal, all of his edits from yesterday were gone. No big loss. He had a better idea this time for some more appealing colors for the company logo. He felt so good about the new logo he decided to pop out for lunch. He could use a little bit of Shelly's always good spirit about now.

Shelly waited on him at the counter as usual, "What can I get for you Jack, the usual?"

Jack just nodded in agreement, "I suppose so. I'm going to try something different one of these days just not today."

She winked and yelled to the cook, "Order up! Milk the cow, mow the grass and don't cry about it."

It was then he had that erie feeling he knew what was about to happen. He looked over at the guy next to him. Sure enough, the guy sitting next to him looked like he was having heartburn, just like yesterday.

Jack intently watched Shelly made the rounds, filling coffee cups, water glasses and handing out checks. The same fellow was being way too friendly and grabbed Shelly's shapely backside. How did he know that if it hadn't already happened?

He looked at the calendar on his watch. It displayed 'Oct 31' instead of 'Nov 1' like it should have. What was up?

He caught Shelly as you whizzed by, "Shelly, what did you do for Halloween?"

Shelly looked at him with a grin, "You mean what AM I doing for Halloween? I might be going to that big party everyone is talking about. How about you?"

Jack was puzzled, "Uh, yeah, me too. Maybe I'll see you there. What will you be going as?"

"It is a secret," Shelly whispered, "If I see you there, I'll wait to see if you recognize me."

"Fair enough," said Jack as he paid for his meal and left a generous tip.

When he returned home, Jack found his James Dean costume. It was just like he left it the night before Halloween. Just then his doorbell rang. He had a feeling it was trick or treaters. When he opened the door, two small children stood there in ghost costumes, just like last night. Again he dropped the floss in one and the toothbrush in the other. They didn't look happy but he was expecting it. It happened this way yesterday.

Jack decided to take a chance and put on his James Dean outfit. He would feel really stupid if he went to the club and nobody else was wearing a costume. Again, he would skip the diapers this evening. If it was Halloween and the previous one had been a dream, he was going to be drinking and he hailed a taxi. There was a lady with her child walking when a car passed by and splashed them from pothole full of water. He narrowly missed getting soaked himself. And he knew the whole thing was going to happen. He was going to use this to his advantage to night and see how it played out.

Jack saw other people in costume around town as he waited. He finally got a taxi and headed to the party that he hoped was still going on. There was quite a gathering at the door but he waltzed right in. This was going to be too easy if it kept up like this.

The first thing he did last time was get a Jack Daniels at the bar so that's what he did this time. After his second one, he looked around for the sexy, scantily clad French maid. He wandered over and leaned up against a wall to see if would happen again.

"Bonsoir, Monsieur Dean," said the dark haired, ruby lipped maid.

"Evening, ma'am," said Jack, "I'd say you were maid to order for me."

She replied, "Oh, funny. I haven't heard that one in at least 30 seconds"

She turned and walked away from Jack. He thought to himself, 'Well, I should have stuck to the script.'

He then spied Scarlet O'Hara and this time she was looking directly at him. Staring would be a better word. He walked toward her at a confident pace. Then he saw the Baby Girl. She was even more gorgeous than he remembered! Pigtails, Maryjanes, babydoll dress and a frilly behind poofed way out.

While he was distracted, Scarlett O'Hara stepped into his view and said, "I've always survived on the kindness of strangers. Would you be a gentleman and fetch a lady a refreshment?"

Jack nodded his head, "Of course, Miss Scarlet. I shall fetch you a..."

"Sex on the beach," she replied.

Jack, thought about it for a split second but refrained from being his usually smartass self, "As you wish."

He returned with the umbrella drink for Scarlet but his mind was again on Baby Girl. After much chit chat and some very overt flirting, Jack and Scarlett decided to leave the party. Scarlett suggested they go back to her hotel room and Jack agreed.

Jack and Scarlet, who's real name was Jo Ann, walked the two blocks to her hotel. Once in her room, she made them some more drinks and he sipped his. It tasted OK but not a proper martini. She sat next to him and began to take off her hoop dress to reveal the frilly under garments.

But now his head began to swim and he had trouble holding his head up. He tried to stand and promptly fell flat on his face. Barely concious, he was rolled over by someone and saw a man standing over him.

"He's type O-neg. We will get a good price for this one. Don't worry, fellow, we're only taking one kidney," said the man before Jack blacked out.

To be continued ...

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ok...that was very interesting...

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Chapter 3

Jack bolted up right when his alarm went off. His pulse was racing and he was sweating. For the third day in a row the alarm clock played The Who's "Who Are You" at full volume. He listened to the radio, waiting for some forecast or news that would tell him what day it was. As the music continued, he gingerly reached around his waist to see if he was missing a kidney. No scar, not stitches, no pain. Just the waist band of his diaper.

Either he was having a dream about a dream about a dream or something was really wrong. He wet his diaper while waiting for the radio to give him a clue. In the end, he gave up on the radio and opened his computer to check a few web sites. Every single one of them showed the day as 10/31/2006. It was official, it was Halloween... again!

On second look, he opened his work up on the computer. The file was missing all of his recent edits. He quickly made notes so it would remain fresh in his mind but he didn't want to take the time now to edit it. The day was playing out quite interestingly.

In a daze, Jack stood to get breakfast. Then he remembered that there was no milk without even having to look in the fridge. Instead he shaved, showered and put on a fresh diaper. At least it was good to not run out of diapers.

Jack hurriedly dressed and went to get his shopping. He was going to beat the guy that always got the last half gallon of milk. The rather large man was already in the store and was near the milk cooler. Jack quickly jogged down the aisle from the other end and reached the cooler first. He snatched the last half gallon of milk and sprinted to the counter to pay for it. Then things went from inconvenient to undesireable.

The guy stormed to the front of the store and slapped Jack across the back of the head with something hard. He wet himself from the shock as he stumbled backwards.

"GIMME THAT MILK, YOU BASTARD!" Screamed the man with a gun in his hand, "AND CLEAN OUT THE REGISTER, TOO!"

The man had a hooded jacket, sunglasses and a ball cap on. He ominously waved the gun at Jack as he lectured him.

"FOOL!" the man continued, "I need this milk for my little man at home. His momma done smoked up the grocery money or I'd never be doin' this shit."

Jack cowered in the aisle as the owner handed the angry man a grocery bag of money. It was very unnerving. He just hoped it would all be over soon.

The man started to leave and yelled back at the owner, "Don't call the cops or I'll come back and kill ya!"

Jack's diaper was now quite soaked. He'd never experienced anything like this and was quite shocked at his reaction. He'd never wet his bed as a child and had never been this frightened before in his whole life. Definitely not a good start to the day plus two.

He reluctantly purchased the same pint of milk for the third time and left before the cops showed up. He told the owner he'd talk to them tomorrow but he was too shaken today. If things kept up, tomorrow was not going to happen. His wallet never went empty though. That was a bonus.

As he left, he again looked across the street at the medical supply store. He knew what was inside now and continued on his way. There was a crowd of people in the street. As Jack got closer, he realized it was the lady jogger. He continued on home to have a bowl of cold cereal.

After breakfast, Jack started to work on his Halloween costume. The James Dean thing was fun. Yeah, it was fun two days ago. This time he was going to be bolder. He was going to wear a diaper under his James Dean tonight. What's the worst that could happen?

He watched a little TV before he went to lunch at the diner. Shelly would be expecting him, three days in a row now. She was always glad to see him.

Shelly waited on him at the counter as usual, "What can I get for you Jack, the usual?"

Jack shook his head no, "Not today. I'm going to try the philly cheesesteak."

She smiled and yelled to the cook, "Order up! One cow with brotherly love."

Jack hadn't heard that one before. He just get enough of her hash-slinger lingo. She brought him an iced tea and he put two of the pink packets in it. The guy sitting next to him looked like he was having heartburn. Jack offered him a Tums this time. He gladly accepted.

Shelly made the rounds, filling coffee cups, water glasses and handing out checks. A fellow was being way too friendly and grabbed Shelly's shapely backside. She promptly stepped off and shook her head. Jack was watching this time instead of catching it out of the corner of his eye.

The rest of the day he spent trying on his James Dean costume but he finished way early. He changed his fully soaked, thick Abena diaper for a thinner Tena. He then put his costume on and checked his look. Not noticeable and he was loving it.

He left his light off but still a few kids rang his doorbell like always. He answered the door despite only having a toothbrush and dental floss. The two small children stood there in their cute little ghost costumes. He dropped the floss in one and the toothbrush in the other. He didn't bother to even see their disappointed looks as he closed the door.

Then Jack finished his James Dean outfit. Despite knowing he could go home with a lady on his arm, he would not skip the diapers this evening. Let the chips fall where they may. Who knows, maybe he find a diaper loving woman. One final check in the mirror and he left for the party. Since he was definitely going to be drinking, he hailed a taxi.

There was a lady with her child walking. Jack yelled at her so that she stopped. Just then a car passed by and splashed a pothole full of water. She and her son narrowly missed getting soaked.

His taxi arrived at the party. Jack walked past the crowd at the door and waltzed right in. The first thing he did, just like the last two times, was get a Jack Daniels at the bar. After his second one, he looked around and eyed the French maid. He wandered over and leaned up against a wall, knowing which line to go with this time.

"Bonsoir, Monsieur Dean," said the pretty maid.

"Evening, ma'am," said Jack, knowing what she was going to say, "That's a might fine feather duster."

"Merci," she replied, "Nice costume yourself. You could pass for James Dean! If he weren't dead, that is."

Jack sneered, "I'm dead? Last thing I remember was cruising down the road. Its all blank after that."

They both giggled and talked a bit more before Jack got her number even though he already knew he would. They continued to mingle and kissed as they parted. He then spied Scarlet O'Hara but she was not looking at him, thankfully! That one was trouble. Jack rubbed his side subconciously, thinking of his kidney and how fond he was of it.

He turned to approach the dead prom queen. He smiled at her as he walked up.

"I'm dead, too!" he said as he faced her, "except mine was a little more bloody. I didn't feel a thing though. What happened to you?"

"I lost the crown for prom queen. I came in runner up," she laughed, "couldn't live with the humiliation. I took the easy way out."

"Well, at least you had your priorities," Jack said, "Where's the prom date?"

"Don't have one," she said, "I'm Candy. What's your name?"

"I'm Jack. Can I buy you a drink?" he said, knowing what she wanted, "You look like the cranberry and vodka type."

She smiled, "Cranberry and vodka! Do you read minds?"

Jack nodded and swaggered off, feeling quite smug with his knowledge. Just then he bumped, literally, into that darling little Baby Girl. She was gorgeous! Pigtails, Maryjanes, babydoll dress and a frilly behind poofed way out. His heart skipped a beat as she sucked her thumb and pulled at the edge of her too short dress. She smiled at him and he tried not to blush. He almost forgot about the drinks until someone else bumped him and Baby Girl wandered off.

He returned with the drink for Candy as he plotted to find the Baby Girl. After more small talk with Candy and one dance, he got her number and went in search of Baby Girl but she still was not to be found. After quite some time and not finding her, he leaned up against the bar, feeling sad, waiting for the next deja vue encounter.

The voice he was expecting spoke to him, "Boy, you sure look the part!"

It was a Playboy bunny, right on que. She looked like her suit was spray painted on and her furry little tail was wiggling with her every word. Jack normally would have imagined her naked but he'd already seen her naked. He'd still take her home if it came to that.

Jack smiled as he said, "Well, I just found out I've been dead for 50 years."

She leaned up next to him, "You look pretty good for a corpse. Maybe I really can make the dead rise!"

"You certainly have my full attention," said Jack, not wanting to deviate from the previously successful script by much.

They talked and found out they had quite a bit in common, especially when Jack knew what she was interested in. She lived around the corner from him. It was almost midnight and he asked her if she wanted to share a cab back home, knowing full well she'd wind up at his place.

On the way back in the taxi, Jack got another number and she got out with him. He offered to walk her home but she said she had a roommate and asked if she could come up to his place. He acted a little surprised but readily accepted and they walked to his door.

He barely got the door open, as before, when she pounced on him. When she started to undo his jeans, he realized he was wearing a soggy diaper. Several drinks had done their magic on his bladder and apparently dulled his wits. She dropped his jeans despite his protests.

"What are you wearing?" Cindy asked.

"It is an adult fitted brief," Jack said as honestly and steadily as he could.

Cindy curled up her nose, "It looks like a big diaper!"

Jack sighed, "That would be another name for it."

Cindy squeezed it, "Is it wet?"

He blushed, "Yes, it is somewhat used. I'm sorry if it bothers you."

"Does the rest of your plumbing work?" asked Cindy.

Jack grinned, "Quite well. Would you care to pull the tapes and I'll get cleaned up."

Cindy kind of frowned and made the 'icky' face, "No, you go to the bathroom by yourself and I'll wait here."

Jack went to the bathroom and removed his diaper, tossed in the trash and wiped himself with a wet wipe. Once cleaned, he wrapped a towel around his middle and walked back out. Cindy was still there.

"You aren't going to pee on me or anything are you?" she asked in a worried tone.

"NO!" answered Jack, "I just need them for extended outings. When I am close to a bathroom, I'm fine."

It was a lie but it seemed to make her feel better. He dropped the towel and kissed her neck. She loosened up again and they groped and grabbed all the way to the bedroom. He already knew what she liked and proceeded to make her forget any diaper paranoia.

To be continued ...

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Not one for posting but BoTox, you're using the same idea as 'groundhog day' and let me tell you, I love it. Its one of my favorite movies, For those who arent familiar with it : http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0107048/

Bill Murray plays a weather man having the 'worst day of his life' over and over again untill he finally lets loose his inhibitions and learns to enjoy life...

Somehow I have a feeling you're going to take a similar path and I cant wait to read it. Keep up the same great work.

Thankyou for your efforts :)

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Not one for posting but BoTox, you're using the same idea as 'groundhog day' and let me tell you, I love it. Its one of my favorite movies, For those who arent familiar with it : http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0107048/

Bill Murray plays a weather man having the 'worst day of his life' over and over again untill he finally lets loose his inhibitions and learns to enjoy life...

Somehow I have a feeling you're going to take a similar path and I cant wait to read it. Keep up the same great work.

Thankyou for your efforts :)

Hehe, I'm glad you figured it out. I've always wanted to do a story about it but could never find the right venue. With Halloween coming up, it all seemed to fall into place. The sections should all fall into place by the REAL Halloween.

Enjoy!

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ive never seen Groundhog Day...now im starting to get it...when i read the second chapter, i was thinking something along the lines of "what the hell" and "what the F is going on here"...ROFLMAO...

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ive never seen Groundhog Day...now im starting to get it...when i read the second chapter, i was thinking something along the lines of "what the hell" and "what the F is going on here"...ROFLMAO...

It is a good movie. You should rent it some time.

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Darn. I though it was another part of the story... :(

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Hi Botox

You should have gone in for the story contest on ab playaway its finished now but if anyone would like to read the stories there and vote be my guest......

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Votes have to be in by the 30th October thanks enjoy!!!!

Maybe I'm dense but I don't see any stories or at least not like I do on this board where we have a dedicated story section. Can you post a dedicated link to the story section? Otherwise, I'm not going to worry about another fragment board. I like to concentrate on one place and make it mine, if you know what I mean.

Darn. I though it was another part of the story... :(

Sorry for the false hope. Late this evening will be the next part. He's getting the clue to what is going on.

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Short chapter, each day is a chapter... Another will be coming VERY quickly! (maybe tomorrow afternoon)

Chapter 4

Jack casually reached over and hit the snooze button on the alarm when it went off. He didn't even look down to check if he was wearing a diaper before he flooded it with a sigh. The Who's "Who Are You" was now his official theme song. This was what, day four or was it five? Jack had lost count. They, literally, all ran together.

Just to keep current, he opened his work up on the computer to make some notes. He just tapped a few things to remind him what he really wanted to do.

Then he showered and casually put on his thickest diaper, an X-plus with a booster pad, before heading to the market for his pint of milk. As he walked to the store, he stopped at a pay phone to call the police.

He dialed 911 and said in a quiet voice, "Come quick, there's a man with a gun and he's robbing the corner market at 10th and Washington!"

Jack walked inside and headed for the milk. The crook was in the store and was going to the milk cooler. Jack sprinted down the aisle from the other end and snatched the last half gallon of milk and sprinted to the counter to pay for it. Then things went from inconvenient to undesireable as he knew they would.

The guy stormed to the front of the store and slapped Jack across the back of the head but this time he was ready for it and rolled with the blow.

"GIMME THAT MILK, YOU BASTARD!" Screamed the man with a gun in his hand, "AND CLEAN OUT THE REGISTER, TOO!"

The hooded man with sunglasses and a ball cap waved the gun at Jack as he lectured him.

"FOOL!" the man continued, "I need this milk for my little man at home. His momma done smoked up the grocery money or I'd never be doin' this shit."

Jack waited as the sirens grew louder and finally stopped right out the front door. Officers piled out of cars and surrounded the building.

The man started to get agitated, "Who called Five-0! I'll kill ya! Right here, right now!"

The robber became a killer as he shot the store owner and then turned the gun on Jack and pulled the trigger.

To be continued ...

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i liked the line "who called the Five- O"...reminds me of Hawaii Fiv O...even though ive never seen an episode of that show...LOL...more please...

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Chapter 5

Jack opened his eyes to the now familiar theme music. His heart was beating a mile a minute and the muzzle flash was still burned into his mind. He took a deep breath and filled his diaper as he exhaled. What a relief. He wasn't dead.

He mumbled to himself, "Mental note: Don't call the cops!"

Jack showered, got dressed and put on a clean Abena X-plus with the booster. He didn't even check the bulge and went to the corner grocery to get milk. He walked to the corner, waved to the owner of the market. This time he stood back and watched what happened from a safe distance. The cooler door was opened by the robber as he took the last half gallon. The guy grumbled but left peacefully enough.

Jack greatfully purchased a pint of milk, glad to still be breathing. As he left, he looked across the street at the medical supply store. Jack decided to go inside and pick up several sort of diapers and a few types of plastic pants.

As he crossed the street with the light, from the other side there was a squeal of tires as someone locked their brakes and the unmistakeable thud he would never forget. He turned to see the jogging woman badly injured in the street. OH NO! Jack had forgotten about her in all the non-robbery excitement! Jack continued on into the store as he mentally noted he needed to do something about that.

The corner drug store had all the Molicares, Abenas and Tenas Jack could ever want. As he wondered the aisles, he found filled the shopping basket with several pullon diapers, trifolds and contoured diapers. Then he chose several sizes of plastic, rubber and vinyl pants, both pullon and snap front. Tomorrow, he'd know which he liked and would only pick those.

Jack brought his basket to the counter and smiled at the young lady behind the register.

The cashier asked him, "Halloween costume?"

He looked at the young lady and whimsically replied, "No, they are for me. I will use them all personally."

She looked a little shocked, "OH, sorry, didn't mean to... well, you know..."

"It is quite all right," Jack half giggled, "Without me and others like me, you'd be out of a job."

She slowly nodded, "I suppose you're right. Without incontinent people, this store wouldn't be half the size it is."

He almost told her he didn't need them, he just liked them but thought better of it. He tossed a few bills on the counter and told her to keep the change. The packages he carried put a smile on his face and he couldn't help it. He let out a little more urine as he walked home.

He opened up his laptop, updated it as before and tried on several his new plastic pants and cloth diapers. They were quite large and no way could he hide them under his cloths without everyone knowing what he was wearing.

By the time he'd finished trying them all on and putting them away, it was lunch time. Oh, yeah! Time to visit Shelly for a bite to eat.

Shelly waited on him at the counter and they went through the usual banter. Jack ordered the usual and pulled Shelly toward him with a finger motion.

"Watch that one over there," Jack said as he pointed to the fellow with the grabby hands, "He's an octopus, don't get too close to him."

"I can handle myself," Shelly said, "Don't you fret. He's fairly harmless."

Jack didn't even look over at the guy next to him. He just held out a Tums in front of his fellow counter mate. The guy burped and thanked Jack.

Mr Hands tried to grab Shelly's shapely backside. Shelly, forewarned, swivelled her hips away from the hand and never missed a step.

Jack caught Shelly as she whizzed around again, "Shelly, what are you doing for Halloween?"

Shelly looked at him with a grin, "I might be going to that big party everyone is talking about. How about you?"

Jack was puzzled, "Oh, yeah? Me too! Maybe I'll see you there. What will you be going as?"

"It is a secret," Shelly whispered, "If I see you there, I'll wait to see if you recognize me."

"No, you have to promise to find me. I'm James Dean!" said Jack as he paid for his meal and left a generous tip.

When he returned home, Jack napped in one of his cloth diapers and plastic pants before getting into his James Dean costume. It was just like he left it the night before Halloween. Just then his doorbell rang.

"CRAP!" he half shouted to himself. He was only wearing a t-shirt and diapers.

He knew it was the kids so he decided to go for it. He rolled his shirt up and went to the door. When he opened the door, two small children stood there in ghost costumes, just like he remembered. The floss and toothbrush were equally well received only this time they giggled at the giant baby. That was different. It made him think. Maybe James Dean was dead and needed to be put to rest. Perhaps the big baby would go to the party!

Jack started to take a chance and go as a baby but he chickened out. Do-overs or not, he wasn't ready to go out in public this way. Feeling a little cowardly, he put on his James Dean outfit but with a twist. He did wear a diaper again. It didn't go so bad the last time so why not? Again, he was going to be drinking and he hailed a taxi.

There was the lady with her child walking. Jack yelled to her to watch out. She turned to stare at him just as a splash narrowly missed them. She looked surprised but stammered out a heartfelt thank you any way. Jack nodded and was off to the party.

There was quite a gathering at the door, per his knowledge, he waltzed right in and straight to the bar for his drinks. Might as well get them out of the way. He noticed the French maid and held up a glass to her. She smiled but Jack decided to skip her tonight and look for the baby girl first.

He spied Scarlet O'Hara talking to a football player. Man, he must have really been one because he was huge. The big guy was coming to the bar. Jack knew what would happen to the guy if he left with her and warned him ever so subtly.

"Big guy," Jack said, "Leave with her and you will regret it!"

"Mind your own business, Jimbo!" said number 12, "I'm gonna tap that all night long."

"OK, but be careful what you drink," said Jack under his breath as the jock strolled back to certain organ loss.

Then he saw the Baby Girl. She was his dream girl. This time he saw that she was smiling waved at him before someone stepped in front of him and when they were out of the way, baby girl was no where to be seen.

The dead prom queen came into view. He smiled at her as he walked past her. He really wanted to find the baby girl but she must have left or went into hiding.

He wandered around the room and past the bar but still no sign of that cute little baby girl. He was leaning against a post when he decided to walk to he left. He turned right into the of the baby girl. His heart skipped a beat as she sucked her thumb and pulled at the edge of her too short dress. He would never tire of that. She smiled at him and he tried not to blush.

"Hey, little girl, are you lost?" asked Jack in a playful tone.

She giggled and replied in a none too babified voice, "No, but I'm loving all the attention the guys are giving me."

Jack laughed and asked her if she needed a drink. She winked and said sure but could he get them to put it in her bottle, which she handed Jack.

"What would you like then?" Jack queried.

"Surprise me. Babies don't make choices!" she said as he waltzed off on cloud nine with a big baby bottle in his hand.

Jack decided on a long island tea for the little girl. He'd find out if she needed a diaper or was actually wearing one. The bar tender looked at him and giggled.

"What is so funny?" Jack asked the bartender.

"That same baby bottle. I've filled it three times tonight. If you don't get her something she likes, she wander off," said the bartender.

"Do you know what she likes?" Jack questioned.

"No, but I can tell you she doesn't like daquaris, long island teas or sex on the beach," said the bartender.

Jack thought a minute, "How about a screw driver then!"

The bartender's eyes widened and mixed one up for Jack. He returned to the baby girl to find her chatting with another guy. When he walked up, she ignored the other guy and turned to Jack, all smiles.

He handed her the bottle and she thanked him. The other guy just sort of faded away. Jack asked her name. She answered with Nunya. He looked puzzled and she finished, Nunya Bizniz.

They both giggled and he took a drink of his JD. She took one suck of the bottle and grimmaced. Jack saw that face and watched as she turned to leave.

"Wait, is something wrong?" Jack pleaded.

"Don't like vodka!" she said and waved bye to him.

He just stood there as people milled around him. He blew it with the baby girl. Apparently, you only get one chance with her. Jack found a bar stool and settled down to nurse his Jack Daniels. He felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Why so sad, James?" asked a very tall blonde with a slightly foreign accent.

He turned to look at her and she was an amazon! At least six feet tall, clad in a skin tight black leather and latex outfit that screamed dominatrix. Ruby red lips and flowing blonde hair down to the middle of her back. Boots that laced up just above the knee and a garter belt straps showed just a thin line of flesh between the top of her black stocking and the bottom of her very short leather skirt.

"Long story but mostly I've waited a long time for something and missed it," said Jack dejectedly.

She put a finger under his chin and lifted his face to be eye to eye, "Darling, if you are feeling down, I can make you forget it like it never happened."

With that she slipped a collar around Jack's neck and clipped a leash to it, "Come with me, my pet, and all your troubles will vanish."

Jack thought to himself, "What the heck, there's always Halloween tomorrow!"

He followed her to a back room where two rather large men in black leather harnesses stood guard. They had hoods on that only showed their eyes and noses. She said something in a foreign tongue, maybe German or something Scandinavian and they opened the door for her and closed it as they entered.

The room was dim and Jack could not see a thing until his eyes adjusted. By then it was too late. She had him right where she wanted him.

"My name is Mistress Ingrid and you are my plaything for the evening," said the tall blonde, "Do as I say and you will have a night to remember. Resist and the same will apply for completely different reasons."

Jack gulped and was truly afraid of what he'd gotten himself into. She pulled a riding crop from the wall and ran it down his cheek, his chest and to his belt. She undid his belt and then pulled his shirt up and over his head, threading the leash through the neck hole.

When she dropped his pants she giggled, "MY! I was not aware that James Dean had a bladder problem."

Jack looked down and it was quite obvious his diaper was wet. He blushed and tried to cover it but she smacked his hands away.

"No! This is quite an interesting turn," said Mistress, "This will be fun!"

She rapped on the door with the crop and one of the large, hooded men looked in. She whispered something and he closed the door. Ingrid then put jack on the padded table, arms and legs stretched out. He watched quietly as the svelt blonde fastened the poor diapered man's hands and legs to the corners with straps and cuffs. Jack could not help his excited reaction.

"It would appear you like what is happening," said Ingrid as she tapped the now bulging front of his diaper with her crop.

She pushed a button and the straps to his securing cuffs pulled tighter. He was stretched pretty well now and then the bottom fell out of the table. Or rather the frame was lift off the table, leaving him suspended above it. She flipped him and then put him back on the table face down. Ingrid then pulled a lever and he was suddenly being bent over at his waist with his head and feet going toward the ground and his rear high in the air.

Mistress ran the crop along his thighs and tapped it on his diapered behind, "This is required. You need them? Answer please."

"Yes," Jack said, "I need them."

"The proper response is 'Yes, Mistress Ingrid' or 'Yes, Mistress' in the future," said the woman with his full attention, "Maybe you like your diapers?"

Jack thought about how to answer her when she smacked his diaper quite hard. He hesitated to think what it would have felt like without the padding it provided.

"Yes, Mistress Ingrid, I like my diapers," said Jack, almost surprised to hear himself say it out loud.

He couldn't see it but he was sure she was smiling. She walked around him, her hard heels clickty-clacking on the dingy concrete floor. She put the crop between his legs and tapped on his crotch. She walked back to the front and ran the crop down his back.

"What do you do in these diapers? Are they just for wet?" asked a curious Mistress.

Jack replied calmly, "I only need them for bladder control. My bowels are fine."

At his failure to address her as Mistress, Ingrid took the crop and pushed the hilt as if she were going to force into his anus, "You will address me as Mistress or I will make sure your days in diapers will be quite messy. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress!" was all that Jack said.

There were three sharp raps on the door. Ingrid opened the door and one of the guards handed her a canvas bag of things. She set them aside and Jack could not see them.

"It seems you have lied to me," Ingrid said with a smirk, "That will not be tolerated. You may tell the truth and I will show some mercy in your punishment."

"Regarding what, Mistress?" questioned Jack.

"Is that how you wish to play it?" laughed Mistress Ingrid, "Very well!"

She then grabbed the back of his diaper and pulled it down, tearing the top tapes away. He could feel the cool air on his bare bottom but his front was still covered. Without warning or a chance to brace, Ingrid landed a horrific blow of the crop on Jack's bare ass. He screamed in pain. She laughed and continued on. He had no idea how many times he was struck, only that he was in severe pain.

"I see you have wet yourself even more," said Ingrid, "Had you told me that you are not incontinent, I would have only given you ten strokes of the crop. Now, tell the truth or I will continue!"

Jack blubbered like a baby, "I do not need diapers, Mistress, I just want them!"

"There that wasn't so hard was it?" said Ingrid.

Jack was sort of relieved to say those words aloud. He had never uttered them in the presence of another person. It was somewhat liberating despite his rather compromised position.

She took some things from the bag and started to rub something cool and soothing on Jack's behind. She then straightened the table out and stood the suspended Jack up. Ingrid removed his soggy diaper and pulled out one of Jack's own velcro thick cloth diaper he had purchased earlier and put it on him. Then she lowered him back onto his back and released his feet. She then slipped the frosty white plastic pants up legs and as he lifted his behind, up to his waist.

"There, doesn't that feel much nicer?" asked Ingrid.

"Yes, Mistress," Jack stated.

She released his hands and handed him his clothes. He started to put them on but she rapped on the door and the guard drug him into the hall in just his overnight diaper and plastic pants. He was mortified as the door shut behind him and the people in the immediate vicinity turned to stare at him. Someone handed him a drink, baby girl. Jack took a big gulp of it and slowly passed out while the people giggled and pointed to him.

To be continued ...

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Chapter 6

Jack was growing weary of the drill but he kept it up simply because there was nothing else to do. He'd been shot, beaten with a crop, run over trying to save the jogger, had a kidney stolen and some of the best sex he'd had in months. But it was the same thing over and over again. He was no closer to finding the baby girl. So far he knew she didn't like vodka, and a handful of other drinks. Jack had even learned bartending over the last eight or nine Halloweens to no avail.

He was getting good at what he had done so far. The alarm was now off and his diaper was wet, that part was easy. So, somewhere around the 20th Halloween, Jack started switching things up pretty dramatically. This is how that latest day went.

Jack didn't even change his overnight diaper, he just put his clothes on over it and went to the market. He held the door for the big guy that takes the milk. He went to the counter behind him and pulls out a $20 bill. He picked up a few bags of assorted candies as well.

"Let me get that for you," said Jack, "You look like you could use a little help."

The big guy was so shocked that he just smiled and thanked Jack. When the owner tried to give Jack the change, Jack just motioned for him to give the big guy the change. The would be killer/robber left happy.

Next, Jack sprinted across the street and waited for the jogger. She was not looking at all. He bumped into her purposely grabbed her arm right at the edge of the curb.

"Pardon me," said Jack, "I wasn't looking where I was going!"

Just then the car blew by at a good clip as she almost stepped in front of it.

"OH MY GOD!" said the woman, "I could have been killed!"

"Just your lucky day!" Jack said, "You've got a guardian angel or something."

Jack just smiled and crossed the street to enter the drug store. He knew exactly what he needed and liked. Three thick night diapers was all he used in a day and the pullup frost plastic pants. His conversation with the girl at the counter had grown as well. He told her this was his Halloween costume and that she should come to the party downtown. She would, too, just like the dozen other times.

Back home he put on a fresh diaper and updated his work. Jack had a beautiful presentation, a killer logo and a first product brochure. The customer would be thrilled if it ever came to that.

Then it was off to eat at the diner and chat with Shelly. By this time, he still hadn't figured out what Shelly was wearing to the party but he kept trying. So, he went home again and changed into his big baby costume instead of the James Dean outfit. He'd done this several times with good results so this Halloween, it was big baby again. He thought it was funny that he actually had a disposable diaper on under all of baby outfit. He thought more hygenic to not actually wet the cloth diapers in public.

Jack looked at his watch, he turned on the porch light and sat a chair by the door. He put on his bib, bonnet and sucked on his pacifier in his big puffy diaper. Several children came up and he handed out candy. Finally the two little ghosts appeared that he was expecting. They giggled at the big baby that was giving them candy.

Their father laugh from a few steps away and yelled, "LIKE TAKING CANDY FROM A BABY!"

Jack laughed too, and decided he'd get a lollipop as a prop for the evening next time. Something had to make this whole thing stop. Some of it was fun but some it was worse than working seven days a week!

When it was time to get a taxi, Jack put on his long coat to give him some modesty. It was still obvious he had something hidden under his coat but without the bonnet and pacifier, it wasn't obvious to most that he was thickly triple diapered. The times he'd gone out in just the costume and a jacket were not well received. As he walked to the curb, he opened an umbrella on a clear night and handed it to the lady just in time to deflect the splash of a passing car.

Jack thanked the taxi driver and went to the club. He was let in and checked his coat and put on his bib, bonnet and started sucking on his pacifier. Several women immediately congregated around him and offered to change him.

He smiled at one pretty little vampire and asked, "Are you my mommy?"

She smiled and despite her pale makeup, he could tell she blushed. She took him by the hand and they danced. She kept patting his fluffy bottom. This was the most fun he'd had in the last dozen Halloweens he'd lived. She hugged him and they parted, him with a new number.

Jack caught a glimpse of the baby girl. He toddle over toward her when a woman cop stopped him. Jack thought it was a costume but as it turned out, she was a real cop at the party. She was off-duty but hired for crowd control, should it be needed.

She looked him over and said, "I'll give you props for having the guts to wear that thing. Are those real diapers?"

"You betcha badge!" Jack said, "If it isn't believeable, why bother."

He got her number, too, but couldn't find the baby girl. Then things took a different twist. The French maid came up to him. She'd obviously had a few too many but was still coherent.

"Hmm," she said, "Next time I'm coming as a nurse instead of a maid."

"You can be my nurse," said Jack, "Any time you want."

They talked a bit and Jack had all but given up on his baby girl. April, the maid, said she was ready to go but hated to leave alone. Jack, being the gentleman baby he was, offered to escort her home. She immediately accepted.

They walked past Ingrid with some poor pirate in chains trailing behind her. Was he in for a lashing at the mast!

They wound up at Jack's place instead of April's. That was fine with Jack. He'd end up in his own bed no matter what happened tonight. He always did.

Jack took off the bonnet and bib. The pacifier was long gone, stolen by one of the many women that had shown interest in the big baby. April stripped off her shoes and removed her maid hat. She was about to take off her frilly petticoats and garter when Jack asked her to stop. He kissed her and unzipped her dress. It fell to the ground and she stood there in stockings, petticoats, lacy black panties and bra. She took her turn to pull down Jack's plastic pants.

As he stepped out of them she said, "These are very realistic."

She had no idea. They continued on to the bedroom where she removed Jack's layers of cloth diapers. When she reached the last layer to reveal a disposable Abena with obvious useage, she stopped.

"What on earth?" she mumbled.

"It is such a pain to get in and out of, I just wore a real disposable diaper underneath so I didn't have to mess with a bathroom," replied Jack like it happened every day.

She shrugged her shoulders and Jack got up to go clean himself up in the bathroom. He returned nude to find April looking over the diapers and plastic pants. She seemed startled when he hopped on the bed. They embraced and Jack pulled her bra off and caressed her nipples with his tongue. She sighed as he worked his way down her tummy and undid her garters and rolled her stockings down. He then removed her petticoats and panties to reveal a very neatly trimmed bush and long, tanned legs.

She was not one to leave everything to a man and rolled him over onto his back. She straddled him and dangled her hair into his face as she rode him for all he was worth. She was good and he loved it.

When it was all over and she was resting on his chest, she asked an odd question, "Can I try on your outfit?"

He looked her in the eye and said with delight, "Any thing you want!"

He rolled over and was on top of her. He got up and found his costume. When he tried to put the bonnet on her she scrunched her nose and nodded her head no. He smiled and stacked the diapers and slid them under her bottom. She was quivering has he fastened the three thick diapers on her one by one. He rubbed her mound after the third one. She moaned softly.

He took the plastic pants and shook them out. Her eyes were wide and eager. She lifted her feet and he slid them down her long, lucious legs until she lifter her padded rear off the bed so he could get them all the way up.

Once he did, he pulled her up and pushed her toward the mirror. Her firm, round breasts, tanned skin and that big, thick diapered ass. Jack was hard again and thought she, too, was turned on by the outfit.

He pushed up against her diapered bottom with his firm manhood. She bucked against him a few times and pushed him back onto the bed. Jack rubbed her through the plastic pants but she moved lower, out of reach. She had her head in his groin and brought him to orgasm again.

When she was done, she stood up and looked at him, "Got any more diapers?"

Jack reached under the bed and pulled out a box of disposables. She took one and with a wicked look, shook it out and slid it under Jack. They pulled the sheet up over them and he held her in his arms. He could feel her wiggling her rear inside the diaper.

"You know you're going to have to wash these in the morning?" said April.

"I'm counting on it," said Jack.

They drifted off to sleep, his hand on her behind and her head on his chest.

To be continued ... (three short chapters tomorrow then the big finish on Tuesday and a final follow up section on Wednesday for closure)

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