mistamos425

Hello again,

Hey everyone, thank you for all of the feedback. I plan on coming back to this story very soon, but want to take it in a slightly different direction, as opposed to the generic fantasy it has been so far. Just wanted to let you know that the post is not dead.

Sigh...

This story needs to be picked back up, started out so great.

Ch 5 Brenda then pulled my pants up, and complimented me for remembering to wear my diaper. Only when she said "let's get you in your stroller" did I realize just how embarrassing this day was going to be. In a motherly tone, Brenda reminded me that we were almost an hour away from my house, and that I wasn't going to run into anyone I would ever see again. This stroller seemed to be custom fit for someone of my size. I wonder why she had it... So i got into the stroller and allowed Brenda to buckle me in. Then, with the diaper bag over her shoulder (which was filled with the diapers I gave her for me as well as her's), Brenda began pushing me towards the mall. When we entered and I was pushed into the main concourse, I felt an immediate wave of embarrassment come over me. We got numerous laughs and funny looks, but Brenda kept on pushing. I even wet my diaper a little bit, but not to the point where I needed to be changed. Brenda and I went from store to store, and we both tried on clothes. Brenda never broke her motherly role, and helped me try on all of my clothes. At one point she felt that my diaper was wet, and change me inside one of the changing rooms. While this was embarrassing, it was not nearly as bad as being changed in the communal bathroom area. Brenda was also wet and needed a fresh diaper. So she pulled down her pants and pulled off her wet depends. Then she pulled a new one on herself, and pulled her pants back on. Brenda was the first woman I had ever seen in a diaper, let alone a wet one. The whole experience made me very excited. Then she smiled at me, and we left the changing stall. Brenda threw both diapers in a trash bin right outside the stall. Later on we decided to go to the food court for lunch. When we got there, Brenda had to help me out of the stroller and into a chair, revealing my already obviously diapered state. While this was already embarrassing enough, when Brenda returned with our food, she began to feed it to me. She also pulled a bib out of her diaper bag and put it on me, and put my drink in a baby bottle. Wow, she really came prepared, I thought. After all the embarrassment I already suffered through, this didn't even phase me, and I just soaked up the motherly attention I was getting from Brenda. After Brenda put me back in the stroller and we began to depart from the food court, I realized I had to go number two. I told Brenda I had to go to the bathroom, and she said "you already wet your diaper earlier, just do it again an I"ll change you." I said that I had to do "the other one". Then Brenda bent down in front of the stroller and said "babies do poopy in their diapers, and so will you." Realizing I had no other options, this would be the only encouragement I needed, as I began to poop my diaper. Now I had never messed myself before, and this was a very interesting experience, one that I did not enjoy. Brenda notice the smell almost immediately. She said "whew! That's one stinky diaper! I'll have to get you changed right away so you don't get a rash." I said "so you're not going to wait until we get to the car to change me?", to which Breda replied with only a smile. This made me very nervous... As we rounded a corner into a smaller hallway leading to the exit, Brenda stopped pushing the stroller. Then she came around to the front, unbuckled me, and pointed to a small bench and told me to lay down. It was then that I realized she was going to change me right here! In the open! I began to say "do we have to do it right here..." but Brenda pulled a pacifier out of her bag and stuck it in my mouth. At this point, my argument was over. I submitted myself to Brenda, and began to brace myself for the embarrassment that would follow. Now when Brenda changed me yesterday, it was in a pretty open place, but there was some coverage. It was also in a pretty remote area of the mall. This however, was a pretty busy area. And I was going to be changed right in the open. As I layed down and Brenda pulled my pants to my ankles, people began to realize just what was going on. And I couldn't help but watch all of the people that walked by, and hear their laughter. Many also noticed the smell, and made faces of disgust. The only person who didn't seem to be bothered by the smell was Brenda, who continued to wipe and change me without any stop. She was able to keep my, umm.., "private parts" covered the whole time. The more I thought about it, the more I realized how ridiculous I must've looked. Someone my size laying on a public bench, using a pacifier, getting a stinky diaper changed by a beautiful woman who looked young enough to be my older sister. When she finished, Brenda pulled my pants back on my, and strapped me back into my stroller. The whole time, she smiled as if nothing had happened. Then she pushed me out to her car. When we got there, she gave me a big hug and pat on my diapered bum, and whispered "thank you, you were great today." After a few moments of silence, Brenda asked "how would you feel about coming over to my house for a little while, that way you could really be my baby. Now this could be something I enjoy...

Ch 4 I didn't know what to do. As much as I wanted this woman to change my diaper, this was just too much. Noticing my hesitation, Brenda said "look, you said this is almost an hour away from where you live. No one here will know you. And honestly, we probably won't even be seen it's pretty dead here today. That ended up being all of the encouragement I needed, as I hopped up on the baby changing table and awaited my fate. I didn't realize just how embarrassing this would be until Brenda pulled off my pants, leaving me on the changing table, in a diaper, in plain sight. I was doing my very best to focus only on the ceiling as Brenda executed the change, however I couldn't help but notice at least a few second glances given to us by passerby's. I know Brenda was talking to me as she removed my wet diaper, cleaned me with some wipes at the table, and taped me into a fresh diaper. But I didn't hear a thing. The fact that I was having my diaper changed in a very public place by such an attractive woman was to exciting, and too embarrassing for me to notice anything else. After the change was finished, Brenda helped me off of the table and helped me back into my pants. "Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" she said as she pulled the pants over my diaper. Since I was now wearing a thicker diaper than before, my diaper bulge was much more obvious. Brenda decided she would hold my hand as we made our exit from the mall. This, coupled with my large diaper bulge, was also the cause of embarrassment. Noticing my blushing, Brenda said "aww, baby it's alright, you don't need to be embarrassed" as she patted my diapered bottom, causing even greater blushing. We eventually reached the exit, and Brenda and I would have to make our departure. Brenda asked me of I wanted to do this again, and I began to show some signs of reluctance. Brenda said "look, I'm am going to be right here tomorrow at 11 a.m. Take my number, and send me a text if you're going to meet me here." And with that, Brenda walked away. For the first time, I could see the outline of a diaper under her jeans. I drove back to my apartment and began to think. On one hand, today was literally the most embarrassing day of my life. I revealed my diaper fetish for the first time, to an attractive woman no less! And even had my diaper changed in public! The embarrassment was almost too much for me to handle. However, the more I thought about it, the more I realized I had to do it again. While it was embarrassing, revealing my diaper fetish to (and getting changed by) Brenda was also strangely comforting. So then and there, I texted Brenda "I'll be there". Then I proceeded to change and go to bed in the diaper I was wearing. I woke up the next morning around 10:00, and changed myself into a new diaper after I showered. After I made myself a small breakfast, I left to meet Brenda at the mall. When I pulled into the parking lot, I saw Brenda opening the trunk of her car. The top of her thin diaper peaked out of the loose fitting yoga pants she had on. I found a parking spot a couple of cars down from her, and pulled in. As I walked over to Brenda's car, I saw her pulling a baby stroller out of her trunk, and she had a diaper bag over her shoulder. I walked over to her car and said "Hi Brenda." To which she responded "Is my baby wearing his diaper today?" loud enough that anyone who happened to be standing in that area could hear. "Uhh ya" I responded, just as she pulled down the front of my shorts, revealing my thick diaper. What did I get myself into... Chapter 5 will be out soon. Thanks for reading and please leave feedback!

Ch 3 "Excuse me" she said. I turned my full attention to her, not knowing what to say. She continued "sorry, I don't know my way around here very well, is there any way you could point me to the west exit. Knowing I would have to walk about 50 yards to point her in the correct direction, I said "sure" and had her follow me. As we walked, we started to exchange the usual small talk; i told her my name, and she told me her's (it was Brenda). She also explained that she was only at this mall because she was visiting a friend in the area. Then, as if she already knew the answer, Brenda asked me if she had seen me before. This got my hear pumping, and not knowing what to say, I mumbled an unconvincing "no." The rest of the walk was pretty quiet. When we got to the main hallway in the mall, and pointed Brenda to her destination. Just as I was about to start walking away, she asked me, almost in a whisper, "is it incontinence?" I was shocked, and right after she added "or do you just want to be a baby?" My heart was racing a mile a minute, and the only response I was able to give we're a few stutters. She laughed, then said "sshh, I know it's a fetish, I saw you in the adult diaper aisle earlier, and no one with incontinence would buy diapers that thick." She also added that she knew it was me because she could tell that I was wearing a diaper now, to which I responded with great embarrassment and obvious blushing. She then asked me to follow her as she walked towards the west exit. Brenda started off asking questions about me; such as how long I had been wearing diapers, how I felt wearing diapers, so on and so forth. These were all very embarrassing questions, but Brenda was oddly comforting and kind. After this conversation, I asked Brendau about her backstory. She told me that she was in fact incontinent, and not ab/dl. This was pretty surprising to me. However, then Brenda explained her reason for talking to me. She told me that she was single, and always wanted the chance to have a baby. When she was looking for diapers online, she came across the ab/dl community. Her motherly instincts began to wonder what it would be like to be a mommy to and adult baby. As we reached the exit to the mall, Brenda made her proposition to me. "How would you like to be my baby? It doesn't have to be permanent, even just for the rest of the day!" I got so excited, I wet my diaper right then and there. However, a quick "yes" was all I was able to come up with. "Well then," she said smiling. "Let's check that diaper..." Brenda then proceeded to reach into my pants and feel the front of my wet diaper. "wow, you're soaked!" she said. "We're gonna have to change this somewhere..." She then turned around and walked back the direction we came from, as if she just had an epiphany. We walked all the way back to the bathroom where we had first met and she stopped. "Do you have another diaper on your bag?" she asked me. "Uhh, ya" I said, to which Brenda replied "good, then hop up", pointing at the baby changing table, in the communal area, that was visible to anyone that walked by... (sorry, another short chapter, more to come soon, and I will try to make it longer)

Don't worry chapter 3 will be longer

Ch. 2 To say I was flustered by the last two minutes would be an understatement. I had never seen a woman that attractive in all of my years going to that store, nevermind holding a pack of adult diapers! I put the diapers into my cart, which was now full with my other purchases, and made my way to the checkout. I decided a long time ago that despite my fears, the store clerks really didn't care at all about the fact that I was wearing diapers. Today my cashier was a middle aged woman, who didn't think twice about handling and bagging my pack of diapers. After bringing all of my purchases out to my car, I decided to head into the mall that was attached to the grocery store and do a little more shopping. The whole time I was shopping, I was thinking about the woman in the diaper aisle. We're the diapers for her? Does she wear diapers? We're they for her son or daughter? Did she change their diapers? The prospect of any of these theories being true made me very excited. However, I decided that she was to young to have a kid old enough to need adult diapers. Therefore, I concluded that the diapers were either for a relative, or they were for her! All this thinking about diapers got my bladder running, and I realized I had to pee. I wet the diaper I was wearing while I was in line to buy a new video game, and went to change myself right after I made my purchase (I had put some of my new diapers into a drawstring bag I carried around with me.) Now let me describe the bathroom in this mall. There are two open doorways, both of which lead to a communal area, part of which can be seen by anyone who happens to be passing by. This communal area houses a sink, a towel dispenser, a trash can, and a baby changing station (go figure). Anyone of either gender who plans on using the bathroom must first pass through this communal area. So as I entered thought the right side, I noticed someone out of the corner of my eye. Someone wearing a pink shirt. It was her. We made eye contact, for a much longer period of time this time. Then she started walking towards me... Chapter 3 coming soon

Disclaimer: This story is partly true, and part fiction. I'll let you decide the rest So let me start off by introducing myself. My name is Don, and I'm a nineteen year old college student. I lead a normal life in almost every way. However, one thing no one knows about me is that I have a diaper fetish. No one knew, that is. So i went down to a local grocery store to buy myself a new pack of diapers, something I do regularly. I go to a grocery store a couple of towns over from me, just to make sure i dont bump into anyone i may know. The adult diapers are housed in a remote area of the store, so I am usually able to get in, buy the diapers, and get out without being seen at all. However, today when I was about to walk down the isle holding the adult diapers, I saw a woman standing there. She looked to be in about her early thirties, and had long brown hair. Another thing I noticed was that she was extremely attractive. The last thing I noticed was that she was holding a pack of Attends (adult diapers) and seemed to be looking for another pack. Not knowing who the diapers were for, my heart immediately started racing, and I started to scan her jeans for a distinctive line revealing her diapers (a line I could not find, as she was wearing loose fitting jeans and a long pink shirt. I started to walk in the isle, but almost immediately she exited on the opposite side. It took me a minute to recover, but I eventually walked down the isle and began deliberating over which brand of diapers I would choose (at the time I was wearing a depends pull up ) As I made my selection and began to leave the isle, I saw the same woman standing there. We made eye contact for about a second, an then she turned to her right and swiftly walked. And that would be the last of the woman in the diaper isle. Or so I thought... To be continued...?