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The difficulty I face is not being "gay" without a diaper. Put me into a diaper and I'd rather it be a guy that played with me or I him. Without the diaper it's girls. Oddly that goes for t-girls as well. If I'm in a dress I love being with guys also in dresses. Without the frills it's girls again. I'm guessing that "like" people is the key here, but whatever the reason, nothing makes me more horny than frills covering a diaper. So what say we diaper each other, put ourselves into dresses (baby or little girl dresses) and play a little?

"There we go," Ms Baker said plopping down on the love seat directly across from the chair I had chosen. Bad Idea I realized. This particular chair was a bit larger forcing me to try and keep my legs together after I realized that neither the robe nor the nightgown would hide the diaper otherwise. I could cross my legs as a girl might but I wasn't sure I actually could. I definitely did not want to bring my legs up and under and crossing my legs like a boy would be even worse. It wasn't just worrying about what Ms. Baker could see but the view she now had of me. Not only the view but I instantly felt the diaper gather beneath my testicles when I sat. Like a gentle warm hand between my legs and under those testicles pushing them up softly. On top of the diaper there was the nylon under the satin of the robe moving slightly with every movement I made. "Is this the first time you've worn a girl's diaper," Ms. Baker asked. "What," I answered realizing first that she might think I've worn a diaper before this and shocked more that I might have worn a boy's diaper besides as I added, "first time in a diaper that I can remember." "I'm assuming that goes for the girl clothes as well," Ms. Baker added before she took a sip of her tea. "Yes ma'am," I said wanting to challenge her assumptions, whatever they were, and not daring to say another word. "It's just that you seem very comfortable in both a diaper and those girl clothes, and I couldn't help but notice how well you keep your legs together. Frankly, that's not an easy thing for a boy," Ms. Baker noted before dropping her voice a little and adding, "I find it very attractive." "Excuse me," I said shocked again. I was still trying to decide what it was that made her ask such a thing and now this... this attraction? What in heaven's name was she attracted to as I asked, "attractive? I would think a boy dressing in anything not male, even masculine or, for that matter, age appropriate would be a turn off." "I suppose most women, although I would have to see the statistics, might agree with you, but frankly I find a little femininity in a man very refreshing and something of a turn-on. That and the fact you're wearing a diaper... Honestly, if you were to ask me what I might think of a man wearing a diaper I would have laughed but facing one wearing one is definitely not making me laugh. "Do you know men that do this? I mean do this for you," I dared to ask. I had no choice in what I was wearing nor any hint of how long I might be wearing these thing. Truth was it could be all night and at least knowing it didn't scare the woman facing me was a little comforting. "Good heaven's no. Frankly, there have been very few men in my life, truth be told and of those few none as girls or babies. I'm sorry if I gave you such an impression. It's just that if I were to consider such traits... traits that prompted such things I might consciously argue against such things. However, having seen it, you know, first hand, and on someone so attractive besides, well... well, it has changed my notions of such things drastically," Ms. Baker noted. "why," I asked feeling a little more comfortable. "femininity. That is to say some amount of femininity is a trait I find comforting in a male simply because I don't have to explain myself so greatly. Even if you're really not feminine at least wearing something feminine gives me a leg up on trying to define my behaving in ways considered typical for women. For example, you're crossing your legs female for the same reasons females cross their legs," Ms. Baker noted. "OK, I can understand that but what about the diaper part," I asked feeling slightly more comfortable talking with her. "That precious, hits me directly in the center of whatever it is women have that makes them naturals at having or caring for a child. Truth be known I instantly wanted to cuddle you the moment I realized you were wearing a diaper," Ms. Baker noted. Without realizing it till just then, I was getting turned on and that oddly enough my erection, climbing slowly within the soft warm diaper only made it more sensuous. I found myself wishing desperately for a private moment to make the necessary adjustments that comes with a penis now almost three times it's original size. I could even feel the beginnings of pre-cum forming and being absorbed by the diaper as I lost my train of thought. "I'm hoping what I've said hasn't scared you too badly. We have the potential for a long and interesting night ahead of us I think and I'd hate to start out by scaring you," Ms. Baker said and added, "and please, call me Julie." "It's not scaring me. OK, I mean I'm uncomfortable, a little. Especially in these things, definitely uncomfortable, but what you've said so far has made it a little easier I suppose. I mean I wouldn't want the world to know about any of this, definitely not my aunt either," I said losing a little of the pressure that had been building in my diaper. "I hope you believe me when I say this would definitely be just between you and I and I suppose I should add, now that the ice is broken at least a little, would you... could you find me, someone as old as me, even a little attractive as well," Julie asked with a very wicked smile appearing suddenly on her face. "You're kidding right? Ms. Baker... I mean Julie, you're hot. Very hot and yes, I find you more than a little attractive," I said feeling my penis pushing right to the very edge of the disposable diaper. The tip, growing very sensitive became painfully so as it tried pushing it's way out of the diaper. "Would you mind sitting beside me," Julie asked patting the coach cushion next to her.

I was desperate to pee and the only possible place was the basement laundry room, and I almost made it. I was praying that I wouldn't be seen as the elevator reached the lobby and odds were in my favor. There were sixty tenants in the building, counting my aunt and confrontations were rare. Of course I didn't count on Murphy's Law Murphy's Law states that anything that can go wrong will go wrong and I thought of that the instant the elevator stopped at the Lobby floor. It was Ms. Baker and there I was in wet pants and no where to hide. Her slight smile after a moments pause said it all although she also noted the obvious when she suggested I use a bathroom in the future. I didn't want her thinking the worse so I quickly told her about my aunt losing her key and taking mine which left me locked out till she came home from work. That was still nearly three hours away and I'd had to go the instant I'd gotten to our floor and hour ago. I tried holding it for as long as I could but couldn't and there I was - soaked. I was grateful when Ms. Baker told me to come into her apartment. I could get out of those soaked things and avoid a rash, she warned which would give her a chance to launder everything. I didn't think about it leaving me naked till I was half way through the shower, wondering as I washed, what I would do for the hour it took to wash and dry my things. "What's your waist size," Ms. Baker yelled from the other side of the door. I was, according to my aunt, skinny as a rail and favored their mother's side of the family since I was so damn short, yelling back to Ms. Baker my waist size as I dried. From the other side of the door came an apology first. I had two choices: Ms. Baker had a niece my size with a few things left from her visits. I could wear a blush pink satin robe with nylon panties or a pull-up under a cotton night shirt. Her niece, she noted as I weighed my options, sometimes wet her bed. Staying naked, she warned, was not an option. Girl's panties and a pink robe or diapers and a nightgown? No choices at all but I was sure choosing panties and a robe would be slightly worse than a pull up and cotton nightshirt. I chose the last two and took both after opening the door only slightly. I was actually considering the panties and robe when I had a chance to actually see the items I'd taken. They were good nights and yes they pulled up like underwear, but were clearly diapers. Girl diapers and that too was clear. White with pink hearts and ballerinas dancing around the front. The nightshirt wasn't a nightshirt so much as a far too short nightgown also white with pink trim. There were little pink bows at the puffy sleeves and another at the lacy neckline. "It would be that long before your things are dry," Ms. Baker said obviously considering what I was considering. Even a minute or two was too long to be in these things but I had no choice and again I was given the option of panties and that robe. I also had to share the bathroom till the Super came to fix the other in Ms. Baker's room. "Thank you," Ms. Baker said as I came out of the bathroom. She hurriedly passed me - thankfully not giving her much time to see what I was wearing. I was grateful for that small favor when she added that she'd put out cookies and milk. At least I could sit and hide the bottom part of my humiliation. I was eating the second of three cookies when Ms. Baker returned noting as she fixed a cup of tea that everything seemed to fit OK. It did I said, thanking her for at least trying to help making her laugh a little. Since she was the only one to see me then there was no harm, other than to my ego, and that, she promised, would fix itself over time. She also had some other news. The dryer circuit, which had kicked off again, had also been called in for the Super to fix. What it meant, she noted apologetically, was that I would be in those things I was wearing, for a little while longer than before. At least till my aunt could give me a change of clothes after she came home. It was four, my aunt was do home at six or six thirty depending on traffic and there I was in a girl's diaper and nightgown. Murphy's Law was in full effect as I started to eat the last of the three cookies. Her niece, she noted, was almost ten. Somehow knowing I was seven, almost eight years older than the girl and her clothing made it worse. It couldn't get any worse I thought and then my cell phone went off. It was my aunt and I avoided most of the details about my plight as she herself apologized. She was running late, very late and may even have to stay in town leaving me with only one option. Ironically she was about to call Ms. Baker and ask if she would take me in on an emergency basis. I couldn't help but frown a little more when I handed the phone to Ms. Baker. She would be more than happy to help, telling my aunt not to worry. I felt my heart skip at least one beat when Ms. Baker told my aunt, not to worry, she had lots of clothes I could borrow and plenty of food. Plenty of cloths to wear had to be a joke I mused with a touch of fear as I shifted in the chair. The diaper I wore wasn't seriously thick but it was clearly a diaper and padded enough where I sat to know that. I could also feel it gathering between my legs and worse how short the nightgown was in length. The nightgown would not cover the diaper and wondering what might gave me goose bumps. "I was joking about the clothes, but you might reconsider the robe. It's going to get a little chilly tonight," Ms. Baker said and added, "and it's a little longer than your nightgown." "Here try these," Ms. Baker said after returning with the robe. I had nodded a yes to her offer thinking at least the robe would hide the diaper and she went off to get it. She did have the robe in here hand and in the other a pair of shoes. "Who would have thought," Ms. Baker noted as I slipped the first shoe on after the robe. I'd had to stand to get the robe on and did so with a face turning crimson from the embarrassment of Ms. Baker catching a glimpse of the diaper I wore and a full view of the nightgown I had on. She was commenting on the shoes that also belonged to her niece and how well they too fit. Pink satin robe lined in blush pink nylon that only tied at the neck over a nightgown trimmed in pink that didn't hide the diaper I'd stepped into, and now the shoes. Everything fit as if they were my things and I didn't dare say that. Unfortunately Ms. Baker did wondering if that meant everything. I didn't add a word fearing she might want to find out. "Dinner is at six so why don't we sit in the living room and chat," Ms. Baker said as she moved to the stove with her tea cup. I nodded cursing my aunt as I stood. Ms. Baker allowed me to walk ahead with another glass of milk as she followed with her tea. I wondered, as I walked, what I looked like from behind and was my behind as big as if felt? I would have fainted had I been capable of reading her thoughts.

I looked back at the house wondering if Susan or Julie were watching. Why would they I reasoned. Although what a day it's been, I reflected. I couldn't help but smile as I turned for the bus stop. Would the other riders notice I was diapered I wondered. Julie had promised they wouldn't. No one would notice Susan also assured me. Both encouraged the diaper as I was leaving. Odd at first and while I resisted in the beginning, I too wanted it almost as badly. Not sure why because I was also sure it would be uncomfortable. Uncomfortable until I realized it would keep the memories alive. Alive and to my chagrin, dry according to Susan. I was mortified when Susan boldly grabbed my bottom hard enough to make me jump. She was checking to see if I was diapered or so she said and unfortunately Julie jumped in telling her that wasn't necessary. It wasn't necessary obviously but like I said, it would keep the memories alive. I felt sorry for myself that it would end when I walked out the door. Thankfully Susan saved me from that fate by suggesting, much to my embarrassment, that I might be thinking of the past day and night and forget I wasn't diapered and therefore have an accident. I was sure that wouldn't happen but it gave me a reason to wear a diaper home. I could have hugged her. I could have hugged both of them I decided as the bus eased to the curb to allow me to board. I was climbing the steps when the heavy woman behind me stumbled. "Excuse me honey," She said catching herself. Unfortunately she had put a hand out to steady herself and it landed directly on my bottom. My diapered bottom. I let the driver punch my pass and tried desperately to find a seat to land in before I had to face that woman again. Only my luck, having already turned bad, stayed bad and the seat I grabbed still left the other open. It was open when she waddled towards me making me know without a doubt she was going to take it and did. She took all of her seat and at least 20% of mine as the bus lurched ahead. "What do babies and senior citizens have in common," the woman said as she pulled a knitted bag open before tugging her knitting loose. "Excuse me," I asked not actually sure what she'd said. "What do babies and senior citizens have in common? It's a joke honey," the woman said. I was about to answer I didn't know when she said, "both often wear diapers and for the same reason." "Oh," I said feeling my face flush. "Sorry honey, didn't mean to embarrass you like that but it's not often I get to feel a diapered bottom on someone your age. That wasn't nice was it? You know what, I'm being very rude aren't I? The thing is I'm a care giver at a senior citizens home and... well, it's been a long time since I felt a diapered bottom outside of those hallowed halls. I'm Rose by the way," Rose said extending her right hand across her ample waist to take mine. "Mark," I said trying to take her hand. My right was almost pinned by her body so snugly against me as I added, "having a little trouble right now with an infected Kidney. The medicine I was given acts like a diuretic and I'm not suppose to hold it." It was a long shot Julie had said but just in case someone says something tell them your taking medication for a kidney problem. OK, so I'd hit that not so long - long shot and it seemed to be working. I was grateful for small favors and hoping the woman would be satisfied with my answer. Besides, it was none of her business I wanted to say but didn't. "Cloth or disposables?" the woman asked. "Disposables," I whispered wishing she would shut up and leave it alone or at least whisper. Both people in front of us, took a quick glance back. "If you're going to be wearing diapers for very long, you might consider cloth. Some of the seniors I diaper prefer cloth since we have both and a few even wear the all in ones with inserts." the woman said and added, "Luckily you'd most likely fit the larger toddler sizes, maybe a chubby size 6 or there about. Buying them like that wouldn't be that much of a problem. Gee, I'd kill for your waist size." "Thanks. it's good advise. Anyway, this is my stop," I said hoping she'd stand so I could exit my seat. She didn't stand as the bus eased to the curb and I had to struggle out of my seat and across her two knees. I knew or thought I knew that she was doing it on purpose and I was right as I felt her hand move across my bottom again. "Sweet," She said. This time though it was said in a whisper as I finally broke free. Stupid woman I mused glaring at her from the sidewalk as I watched the bus pull away. She was smiling and gave me a light wave as she was driven out of sight. Damn her I thought as I started to walk the remaining six blocks I had left. I needed to get off that bus and away from her before she made it any worse. "Must be tough wearing diapers at your age and even worse knowing you fit into what a toddler wears," the man said as he closed his brief case. "What," I asked. I couldn't believe I was hearing another stranger talking about diapers. "Sorry, I was sitting in front of you two when the lady made your condition so public. It's just that I was a bed wetter. Of course that was years ago and my mother insisted I go back into diapers till it ended but I still have vivid memories of it. Didn't help my self esteem getting pinned into diapers every night as my friends played outside," the man said. "Mine is kidneys," I said decided no one else needed any more detail. "I heard," the man said and suddenly as he looked around to either side of us he added, "helps some if you've got a reason doesn't it?" "Excuse me," I said. "I didn't tell you all of it. Not sure why I'm telling you this now either, other than it's nice to share something like this. You see, my mom kept me in diapers for a lot of years and to be honest, I sort of got use to sleeping with them. Listen, it's none of my business, obviously, but if you ever want to talk to someone... you know, someone sympathetic and very understanding that would be me," the man said handing me his card. "Are you telling me you wear diapers now," I asked looking between the man and his card. He sold pharmaceuticals it read. I wasn't sure why I cared or for that matter what was driving me to even keep the conversation alive but there it was and there he was. "I am. I was almost sure you're one of us and if not you might be interested in such things so I took a chance," the man said as he added, "and it's Roger." "Mark," I said taking Roger's hand as I asked," what do you mean one of us?" "Diaper lover? That's D. L. for those in the know and A. B. or adult baby if you bend in that direction. One likes the diapers, that's me. The others, those that identify with AB are adult babies and of course like being more baby like," Roger said and added, you can be either or, or a mixture of both or in rarer cases simply someone that really does just need them medically. I have no idea what made me stand there and ponder what Roger was saying but an instant after thinking about what he said I added, "I'm not sure to be honest. I sort of like the diapers a lot but recently I've had a chance to do some other things... You know, things that might only be done by babies and I sort of like that as well. What am I doing talking about this." "Well, if you're like me, it's just refreshing to be able to share such things. If you are evolving then let it happen and don't get hung up on the definitions just yet. In fact, don't get hung up on them at all," Roger said and added, "lots of guys I know don't classify themselves at all. Why complicate things if you don't need to - right?" "Right," I said and added, "this is pretty weird. I mean you're a stranger and here I am talking to you about something I didn't even know existed just a week ago." "Wild isn't it," Roger said and added, "that's the nature of this beast. Not too unlike people that share similar hobbies or activities. Once the ice gets broken the whole lake can go." "Exactly. So how long did your mother keep you in diapers," I asked as Roger began walking alongside. He was going to a pharmacy a few blocks down the street but had decided to get off when he noticed I'd grabbed the rope and rung the bus to stop. "Gosh, I was 18 by the time I went off to college and I'd been in diapers since I was eight so that makes it ten years. Of course there was a brief period when I wasn't wearing them but mom caught me one morning wearing them again and I've been wearing them ever since," Roger said and added, "how about you?" "I know this is going to sound very odd, but it's been eleven days," I said. "Not odd at all. I know guys that have gone decades without them and suddenly are back into them like they've been into them all of their lives. Some for no good reason than for the fun of it," Roger said and added, "so what got you started? If you don't mind sharing that is." "A woman," I said blushing. "Not your mom," He said "No, not at all. She's my girlfriend actually. She likes... This is difficult, but she likes having me nurse her breast when we make love and well... one thing led to another and here I am walking home in a diaper talking to a stranger about it," I said shrugging. "One the other side of that coin you could say it was fate that brought us together and that you've got a friend. A very envious friend, by the way, because I would have loved to be in your shoes or for that matter your diaper when that woman on the bus fell into you. She's definitely a mother type and what fun that would have been," Roger said. "This all seems so astounding," I said and added, "I mean what are the odds of this sort of thing happening." "You mean meeting someone else," Roger asked. "Yes," I said. "Most likely not as great as you're imagining. The thing is, people with like taste are often more keenly aware of others like them or the potential for others like them and we're more willing to jump at a chance meeting. Like I am," Roger said. "It's just that not all that many days ago I didn't know any of this and suddenly I'm wearing diapers almost full time and I've been babied by two different women. Not to mention a chance encounter with a care giver and now another lover of diapers," I said. "Diaper lover," Roger said before adding, "with a bend towards adult baby things on occasion." "Sex? I mean do you have sex when you're wearing diapers," I asked blushing again. "I do," Roger said and added as his face began to redden," in fact, I'm having a little sex as we walk and talk. Can't help it." "Me to," I said forming my own blush suddenly. My erection, growing as it had, was now rubbing the inside of the diaper slightly and growing more sensitive as we talked. "Good, because if I suddenly stop, make a groaning sound and shake slightly, you'll know what just happened," Roger said. "I will and that's ditto for me," I said before adding although I'm going to hate soiling this diaper, it's the only one I have." "Don't let that stop you. This pharmacy I'm going to has a whole isle of diapers and if you really can fit into a toddler's size they carry them up to size eight. I happen to enjoy wearing their generic brand. I'm into the single tape like babies wear and they're generic uses a nice stretchable tape that can reseal," Roger said. "How would I know if I wear a toddler's size," I said. "What's your waist size," Roger asked. "22," I answered. "Well, that's about two inches smaller in diameter than a size seven for a toddler's diaper which means you can most likely fit into one. Only trouble I see is that they might not be long enough to cover you as well as they do a toddler," Roger said. "Too bad they don't sell samples," I asked and added, "I don't have a clue on what to buy." "Not too bad at all since I know the manager. He'll open a toddler's pack for me and I'll show you some others that might do it for you as well," Roger said as he added, "happens that this particular pharmacy owner is not only a buyer of my pharmaceuticals but an adult baby as well." "That's wonderful. Only thing is I live in a dorm at school and it's difficult to hide something like this so trying things on would be next to impossible," I said. "If I don't sound too forward, you're welcome to try them on at my place. As it happens, I live above the pharmacy itself. You can try on a couple of styles and sizes and decide on what's best for you and, if you like, use my place as a sort of staging area. I have a couple of friends that do exactly that," Roger said. "You wouldn't mind," I said shocked at my good fortune. "On the contrary, I'd love having a friend over that not only is into diapers, but knows I am as well," Roger said and added, "maybe we could share a pizza and a six pack of beer. If it's not going to hurt your kidneys that is." "Nothing wrong with my kidneys and I'd love pizza, beer and a fresh diaper," I said. I was excited over the prospects of sharing this. Truth is I had no idea what was coming and if I had then perhaps I might have said no but the other truth is that by the time I wanted to say no it was going to be too late. "First lets find you a cute little diaper to wear," Roger said nodding to the door we had just come up to. We had reached the pharmacy and I'd just started to climax. It was those words "cute little diaper to wear" that brought me to the brink and over it.

"Hello precious," Julie said coming into the room. "I was just about to get up and go. This is getting too weird Julie. Seriously, you putting me into diapers was one thing and that was weird enough, but your sister too? Hello? I feel like I've lost it," I said sitting up in the bed and worried that Julie might see the plastic panties and diaper. Something about the two being so different made it seem odder still. "Here, let me put you into one of your disposables. You'll feel a little better then," Julie noted as she moved to the closet. The baby bottle, filled with warm milk she placed on the nightstand. "See, that's what I'm talking about. Look at that - a baby's bottle of all things and your solution to me being diapered by your sister is to be diapered by you. That's not at all what I meant." I said thrusting the sheet aside. It didn't matter that I was wearing a cloth pin on diaper or plastic vinyl pants. "What's wrong precious," Julie asked. "Julie, when we started petting, you said we couldn't make love for real because you didn't want to do that till you were married. OK, I get that and frankly the way you play is almost... No, it's even better than actual sex and yes, I even didn't mind the latest kinky things you've added. But it's different with your sister. "Different how," Julie asked. "With you the diapers, breast, even the pacifier are sort of play things. I mean they all lead us to sex. That's good. Kinky yes, but good nonetheless and who doesn't mind a little kink now and then. With your sister, I felt like she wanted me to act like a baby... You know, a real baby," I said. "A real baby," Julie repeated, paused and added, "actually it might seem that way but it's really not. Didn't she get you off?" "OK, yes, she masturbated me but even that wasn't the same. I wasn't on her level when she did it, I said. "You know, that might be true enough. We each see boys slightly different. I see them as equals while she definitely sees boys as less than girls. It's the way we were brought up. But even that might not be true because she's always been the dominate between us. I'll bet if you asked, she's treating you the same as she would treat me," Julie said. "Right! Maybe so, but I'll bet the way she treats you doesn't involve diapers," I said. "Try that again honey, because it did and if truth be known, it still does on occasion," Julie said. "What? Your sister puts you in diapers," I asked slightly shocked and even a little turned on. "Not so much now but when we were little, yes, lots of times. Putting people in diapers is a turn on for her, like it is for me but in my case it's more nurturing. With her it's dominating," Julie said. "But she masturbated me. If she's dominating me... you know, with the diapers and plastic pants why would she bother to masturbate me then," I asked. "Masturbating a guy about to be diapered is part of the dominating process. It's like saying - see, even when you don't want to be diapered like a little baby, you still let me do so because you want your pee pee rubbed - right," Julie said. "I'm not sure I like it put that way but yes, I suppose so," I said and then realized I was looking again at the baby bottle as I asked, "and you, I thought this whole thing was about you getting your breast nursed. If that's the case, what's with the baby bottle." "Well, I was hoping that you'd see the baby bottle the same way as you see my breast which was also why I started giving you the pacifier. I like to see you nursing something when I'm dressing you like a baby. It's a real turn on watching your cheeks getting all puffy from nursing while I cover you in a diaper," Julie said before adding, "and just talking about it is turning me on, so if you don't mind, why don't you start nursing this baby bottle you've been watching so intently and I'll replace that bunny soft cotton diaper and plastic pants with a nice comfortable disposable. OK?" It was impossible to say yes or no because she thrust the dripping warm soft nipple between my lips as she spoke. The warm milk coming through the tiny hole was odd in a number of ways first because I wasn't sure I liked warm milk. What made it tolerable was imagining that milk coming from Julie's breast and I did as I felt the plastic panties coming down from my waist. "Does my baby like his bottle," Julie asked as she began to unpin the soft cotton diaper. I could only nod a quick yes before I felt her lips pressing against my growing erection now pushing against the diaper. She had only pulled the baby pants down in front when she added, "sweets, why don't you go ahead and wet your diaper for me. Then I'll change you." Pretty hard to be macho when your nursing a baby's bottle as you wet a diaper your girlfriend's sister has pinned you into. Worse, I've got too girls diapering me and one of them would rather I pretend I'm a baby and that's funny considering the only difference is me acting. I mean I'm nursing a baby's bottle for heaven's sake.... "Oh yes Julie," I whispered to myself as she began moving the warm wet diaper against a nearly painful erection. I'd just wet a diaper... no, my diaper I mused as I arched my back to the pleasure she was giving me. Who would have thought a warm wet diaper could feel so damn erotic or that I could cum yet again. "Yes, yes, yes." I said over and over again in my mind as the waves of pleasure rushed over me. I was exploded in shorter burst but the pleasure was just as wonderful and the baby bottle I suddenly noticed was already a third empty. Who am I kidding. I'm a damn baby. OK, so be it. I mused as I felt the cool air suddenly rushing around my moist penis as Julie peeled the diaper away.

I was exhausted, again. Susan, unlike Julie, didn't linger over my diaper once I was soft. In fact Susan didn't linger at all which gave me time to savor her wonderfully soft hand and this new set of diapers and plastic pants. Getting pinned into a diaper, a cloth diaper was different than a disposable and the extra roomy plastic cover, unlike the taught plastic of a disposable allowed for a little more rubbing. Not bad and what was I saying? Not bad? You're kidding yourself right? I mean the woman that you've been having sex with had kept you in diapers every night for a week now. A week and almost each of the past few nights she introduced me to something else a baby does or wears. Pacifier, baby style tee-shirt and that baby bottle she's filling right now. Do I really believe it's going to end there? No is the answer and what about that sister? Older and if I guess this right she's not really into the baby thing or stuff yet she came home with a cloth diaper and plastic vinyl pants. Sets of them if I heard her right and what's that suppose to mean? God, if it all didn't feel so damn good, I'd walk. No, I'd run like hell. I'd run but then what? "OK sis, what's going on," Julie asked when Susan walked into the kitchen. "His pee pee and he are resting," Susan said snickering. "Why did you do it?" Julie asked. "Why? Why not? OK, I'm sorry I stepped in like that but I got the thinking the other night that if you are having sex, at least doing some heavy petting, then why not share a little of it. I miss having a guy in my bed and even better a guy that's going to do what I say when I say it. Besides, we shared all the others," Susan said before adding, "or am I off base this time?" "You're not off base and yes, I don't mind sharing like we use to, but where in heavens name did you get cloth diapers and plastic panties?" Julie asked. "Same place I got his baby dress," Susan said as she added, "on line". Love Ebay and the vendor I found ships overnight." "What baby dress," Julie asked and added, "I don't think this one is into cross dressing like David was." "David wasn't into cross dressing either! Remember?" Susan asked. "Yes he was," Julie said after a moments pause to draw on those past memories. "Actually no, he wasn't. He just said he was because I told him to say that," Susan said and added, "really, the baby thing is cute and all that but nothing says submissive better than something frilly." "You're kidding right? Hell, he's in there nursing a pacifier with a diaper pinned around him. You can't get more submissive than that and if you haven't noticed, he didn't say a word or offer any kind of protest when you walked in and diapered him. He's about as submissive as a guy can get." Julie said as she twisted the cap with the nipple onto the baby bottle. "Regression is easy for a guy. Cross dressing on the other hand is a lot tougher and if it's more like a baby girl than boy, hell, he's going to notice his state much more deeply and isn't that the point? It's always been our goal in the past. Right?" Susan asked. "I suppose. It's just that this one went much faster than the rest and I worry that we're going to scare him off." Julie noted and added, "like Bruce - remember?" "Bruce was gay and out. We had nothing on him and we didn't scare him off so much as simply let him go if I remember correctly. Besides, I know for a fact he's still letting his boy friend diaper him on occasion," Susan said and added, "and wasn't he a little girl this past Halloween?" "That wasn't our doing," Julie said and added, "darn it." "It wasn't but you can damn well bet he was diapered and that was our doing," Susan noted. "So I'll ask the question again, what's going on," Julie asked. "Nothing, seriously. I just wanted to play a little," Susan said before adding, "OK, look, I promise if you don't want me anywhere near your little darling, I'll stay away and if you think me introducing him to ruffled panties and a pretty little dress is going to give him a heart attack, say so and I'll back off." "You can do what you want with him but not until I've firmly established his baby boy persona OK," Julie said as she tipped the baby bottle and shook a few drops of milk onto her wrist. "Good enough," Susan said as moved closer to Julie. She reached out grabbing both of Julie's arms before drawing her closer as she added, "and you my little miss, when am I going to see my little girl again?" "When I've got my little boy established. Can't play without a playmate and he's still a few diapers away from being worthy of being my playmate," Julie said. "Can I keep him in cloth diapers at least," Susan asked. "Tell you what," Julie said moving away from her sister as she added, "when he's in your bed he can be anything you want and that includes wearing whatever turns you on, but when he's in mine, I want him in disposables. It's what I prefer and when we start laying down together, it's what I'm going to want on him. Is that OK?" "Works for me," Susan said patting her sister on her behind as she turned to leave the kitchen before adding, "want to see his little dress?" "Maybe later. For now, I've got to get him comfortable enough to wear this cute little yellow short-all with Winnie the Poo over his pocket. If I get him into that, I'll be more than willing to share his feminine side with you - if he has a feminine side," Julie said. "Oh, he's going to have a feminine said, like it or not," Susan added as she watched her sister's behind disappear down the hall. Susan pondered that bottom and how sweet it was when they were little. Susan was an only child when Julie came into her life. She was ten, Julie was five and as frail as a one year old. It was easy for both of them to fit into their roles together. Susan was the adult partner in their relationship and Julie happily the baby and little girl. They played constantly honing their roles till they caught David taking a pair of Julie panties. That had been their first conquest and how easily it was turning a boy into a baby and ultimately both a baby boy and girl. The baby girl was Susan's idea fitting poor David into Julie's things because they fit him so well. It was then Julie who benefited when David became her doll. "So many boys, so little time," Susan murmured as she pulled a jar of instant coffee from the cupboard before whispering, "perhaps we should start doing two at a time?"

Some really great suggestions, thanks. I too like disposables and cloth often wearing the disposables out and cloth in. I grew up with cloth diapers as a child but fell in love with the noisy version of disposables when they first started making them for adults. I'm going to keep both in the story because I do love the feel of plastic panties almost as much as the plastic like surface of a disposable. Even better I enjoy the loose feel of plastic vinyl panties that bring back memories of Gerber. Poor Mark, he's got a lot a head of him. I like the idea of a boy friend for Susan and a playmate for Mark as well so I'm working on how to do that. Again, thanks for the suggestions. What fun.

Do I want my pee pee played with? How incredibly embarrassing this is and yes, of course I want my pee pee played with. What am I doing here? Two sisters, and I was more than happy with one, and both acting in the capacity of mothers, surrogates obviously, role playing clearly, but mothers none the less. Two women, both wanting to baby me and for two different reasons. One because she finds it sexual and the other because she believes I want to be babied. Do I? I suppose the answer is yes and I'm answering in the middle of being diapered by a woman I hardly know. Oh man, I'm being diapered. Diapered like a baby and not a word out of me. If anyone would have told me a few months ago that diapers could be so damn erotic I would have gagged. Perhaps not gagged but I would have laughed into a fit of coughing at least. Diapers? You've got to be kidding and yet here I am. Just a few nights into this and I'm being pinned into a cloth diaper that's going to be covered in baby panties - Panties? "Spread your legs precious and mommy will slip your diaper under you," Susan said breaking my chain of thought and bringing me back to the moment. I can't believe I'm doing this. No protest from me and there go my legs. Damn that's nice. Lots of difference between cloth diapers and disposables. Nice the way if forms around my genitals, even nicer the way it warms itself. That's it Susan, rub me slowly and use lots of baby oil - Lots of oil. Oh God that's nice. Yes mommy yes. "What is going on here," Julie's voice said forcing me to open my eyes and creating an instant kind of guilt. How funny that is me feeling guilty. I'm getting diapered in front of a woman that herself enjoys diapering me and I'm feeling quilting. What now? "I came home early again and brought a few cloth diapers and plastic panties to put him into. You know, for the sake of the environment and you weren't here and I wanted to see if these fit," Susan said and added, "I wasn't going to bother with this..." "But you decided to diaper him in spite of what?" Julie asked. "Relax, I saw the tee-shirt he was wearing and the pacifier clipped to it and he was nursing besides so I knew I wasn't going to damage an ego," Susan said and added, "and where did you get that diaper - it's cute." "Isn't it," Julie said smiling down that the diaper I'd been wearing as she added, "there is a company that makes the tapes for generic diapers but they also make adult size diapers that look like real baby diapers. He does look cute in them doesn't' he?" "He does. Trouble is they lay in a land fill for decades," Susan said and added, "and frankly, if you're going to baby an adult, I can't think of a better way than thick cloth diapers and soft plastic panties." "I can agree to the land fill issue but the diapers I'm putting him into, the disposables, are actually bio degradable and frankly I prefer the crinkling sound of disposables over the softer sounds that plastic panties make," Julie said. "OK, I didn't know they even made biodegradable diapers and that's nice, but cloth is more fun. I mean it's more erotic pinning a man into a diaper rather than taping one around him. Besides, you got to cover him in baby pants and doesn't that sound wonderful," Susan said. "It does, yes it does, but covering his erection in a disposable and then rubbing the soft plastic exterior to get him off, and he does get off that way, is indescribable," Julie said." "Do you masturbate him with baby oil?" Susan said as she started doing just that again. "I do but I get more of a thrill getting him off in his diaper. Something about him wearing that diaper is such a turn on," Julie noted. "Then we both can agree it's the act of babying him that turns us on," Susan said. "Did you know I was doing that," Julie asked shocked. "Of course I did. Honey, I remember that poor boy you put into diapers and how you managed that. I'll bet that boy, even today, can't have an orgasm without wearing a diaper," Susan said as she continued stroking me. I wanted to be part of the conversation or thought I should be part of it but realized I didn't need to. I realized, as Susan began stroking the length of my oily shaft again, that the act itself was an ends to a means and I was just there to fill that end. I was sure I had more sophisticated arguments to make but she was bringing me to climax. "True," Julie said watching what Susan was doing intently before she quickly thrust the pacifier back into my mouth as she added, "he likes to suck when he gets off. Don't you precious?" I nodded. I couldn't believe it but I nodded and of course she was right as the baby pacifier slipped to and fro in my mouth. I was coming closer to reaching that orgasm when Susan asked," where did you go?" "I ran to the store. He was asleep and I wanted to get him a baby's bottle to nurse when he woke. I must have just missed you," Julie said. "A baby's bottle. He takes a baby's bottle," Susan asked. "Not yet, but I was sure I could encourage him to do so," Julie noted. "No doubt. I mean not much difference between a baby bottle nipple and pacifier nipple. Hey, go fill it and when I get him off I'll leave you to feed him," Susan said as she slowed the strokes she was making. I was going mad and some of it over the discussion they were having. One sister getting me off, the other deciding to give me a baby's bottle? Hello? Does anyone here care what I think of all this? Oh God that's nice, yes Susan, YES. "Oh oh, he's making icky," Susan said. "Go, finish what you're doing and I'll go fill his bottle," Julie said bounding for the door. I was still pumping the last bits of cum with the force dissipating and realized it wasn't Susan's strokes that brought me to orgasm and much as her telling her sister to go fill my bottle. My bottle for heavens sake. I was becoming a baby or at least baby like. If not then at least a willing partner to these two woman and what did that mean? What would another man in the same position as I do about this? Would he have allowed it to go this far? Would he nurse a baby's pacifier or wear a diaper. God, would another man urinate in a diaper just to please a woman? Hard question to answer yet not because the answers seemed obvious and yet I could easily say yes or no myself. Hard being adult or macho in the afterglow of endorphins that came from a very nice hand job and look at me. For heavens sake, I'm being diapered like a damn baby and not a word and it's not because of the pacifier. I like it and I defy any other normal red blooded man to say no to the things I've been through. How erotic that diaper feels on a penis that's still so sensitive. Yes Susan, please, move it back and forth just like that and I'll do whatever you want.

Insanity does not run in my family! I kept saying that over and over again because I wasn't sure I was not as crazy as a loon. While I toyed with that argument I kept going back to the circumstances deciding, each time, that none of this was my fault. Not my fault at all other than perhaps being too horny for my own good. Too horny and not domineering at all now that I had time to review my relationship with Julie. She was clearly the dominate if you measured us that way and what of it I reasoned. I mean if being submissive gets me laid or at least sexually satisfied, is that wrong? No, I decided. And what the hell, it was a damn diaper, OK, a few diapers and yes, I'd wet two now but even that didn't change the argument. The pacifier, maybe. I was still trying to come to grips with that little addition but even that was nearly OK considering and I had to laugh. How could you not laugh? I mean I loved nursing her breast and she thought it important enough to make sure I was still doing so even if it was an artificial attempt. Trouble was that last episode got me off for the third time in as many hours and of all the pros and cons I might have, that alone silenced most. I was in a kind of heaven, given the level of satisfaction and happily so, but just as I was thinking that very thing I ran smack dab into the devil herself. It's one thing to get caught doing something you normally might do, rightly or wrongly, but doing something you'd never do, especially if you knew you'd get caught was definitely another - and there I was. "JULIE," Susan's voice yelled. I woke to it and laid there those few critical seconds waiting for Julie to answer. Julie never did answer and before I could understand the consequences of that Susan once again came into Julie's room and once again I was compromised. There I was again just as before only this time a little more added: I was in a diaper, newer, thicker than those I'd worn before. Shortened tee-shirt, my own that Julie had cut and hemmed, and a pacifier. That damn pacifier clipped to my tee-shirt with the pacifier in my mouth. What I didn't know until now was that the diaper was some kind of brand more like a baby's diaper than adult. I saw the cutely illustrated pastel bears in tutus dancing across the front to either edge and then I saw Susan's face. Julie, wherever she'd gotten that diaper hadn't mentioned that it mimicked what a baby would wear. "Hello precious! Seen my sister," Susan said smiling with a clear twist to the edge of her mouth that made it clearly barbed. It wasn't just the smile but that soft, motherly "hello precious" she said before her lips curled and to add insult to injury she added, "leave the pacifier in honey, I'll find her." Damn, I mused in anger. I could have, at the very least, spit the damn pacifier out and answer. I could have but the thought that followed suggested it wouldn't have changed things. I'd only been given that tee-shirt before she diapered me last night. It was mine that I'd brought with me and a few minutes on her sewing machine was all it took to make it a baby's tee. I also know for a fact that the diaper I was put into before we played, didn't have the babyish motifs decorating it. That came, I was curtain, a short time after I did which was right after she started playing with me. The only light came from her clock and I was too exhausted to even bother looking up. Now this and where the hell was Julie I wondered. "OK, it's me again. I was going to give these to my sister to try on you when you were both alone, but since she's not here I'll do the honors," Susan said coming into Julie's room. She was taller than Julie and slightly heavier, although I'd suggest she was not too unlike women painted in the sixteenth century and why that turned me one wasn't clear but it did. And there she was looming over me. She was standing there and in her hand was something that I recognized immediately as another diaper. It was another diaper only cloth and in that same hand, slightly hidden by the folded diaper clearly a pair of plastic, vinyl panties. Baby pants and a diaper. "That's a cloth diaper and plastic pants," I said feeling alarmed at the sudden prospects. "I know sweets. Got these from work. We've got tons now that the hospital has gone back to disposables. Too bad because I really hate seeing them dumped into our refuse but I don't make those decisions. I can, however, take a small amount of responsibility here," Susan said moving closer to the beds' edge as she added, "wasn't sure you'd accept wearing cloth diapers and baby pants till I saw the pacifier and decorations - cute, very cute." "I didn't know I had these decorations," I said while the futility of any protest became apparent. "Right and the pacifier I suppose you thought was my sister's breast. OK, look, it's none of my business and clearly this goes back to when my sister played with our neighbor, but there isn't any reason why I can't be a mommy as well. At least for this one change," Susan said as she reached the bed as she asked, "right?" I was going to say no, hell no and this was getting too weird and I wasn't going to do it any more. I was going to say something but just as I mounted the courage to do so she laughed. It was a robust laugh and it shut out any immediate words. "Tell you what, you don't complain, be a good little baby for your surrogate aunt and auntie won't tell anyone outside of those I've already told that my sister is dating a cute little baby. OK?" Susan said as she sat on the beds' edge. "Who have you told," I said shocked at the prospects of this going public. "Just a few of the ladies I work with. Had to. I mean give me break, it's not often your sister dates a guy that likes being her baby - right. Besides, the woman that controls the hospital inventory had to know or else I wouldn't have been able to get you these diapers," Susan said and added, "now hold still sweetheart and let's get you into something more ecologically friendly. Oh, and if you're a good little baby, a very good little baby maybe auntie will play with your little pee pee before she pins your diaper closed - would you like that?"

Thank you, thank you - for the feedback. It does help. Just so you know, I ran into the bed room, diapered myself "thickly" to write this last addition. Feels so good to imagine me the protagonist in this story. And yes, it's very hard to concentrate.

I watched fascinated as Julie diapered me. Fascinated and equally as embarrassed when she began covering me with baby lotion and then powder. She was good at diapering or so I guessed and that was simply an observation with little else to go on. "Does baby feel secure?" Julie asked. Secure? What an odd question I thought within a few seconds I took before answering. Oddly yes was my answer but there was a hint of risk in giving "that" particular answer. "Why secure?" I asked deciding not to answer. "Why secure? Well, let me see if I can explain that to your satisfaction? I suppose I'm articulating something I already know from past experiences. That is to say that Bobby, that was the boy's name that wore diapers, once told me he felt secure when he was wearing a diaper. Protected was how he put it once." Julie noted. "How old were you two then," I asked wondering about this boy Bobby. "I was twelve, he was fourteen - believe it or not," Julie said. "Fourteen? That is way past diapers," I said slightly shocked as I tried to imagine this boy, this baby acting boy, getting turned on by diapers. "That's just it, for a bed wetter, yes, that late age is odd. However, he wasn't really a bed wetter in the truest sense of the word. For him, bed wetting was simply a way to remain diapered at night," Julie noted and then added, "with that said, I'd suggest, rightly so, that for this boy it was more a fetish than anything else." "Fetish," I asked. "Definitely a fetish. For Bobby his diapers were a strong part of sexual desire. That is to say his sexual gratification depended on his diaper. I remember asking him to forgo the diaper one night so we could more or less pet as normal teenagers. It didn't work so I diapered him and the instant he was diapered he was aroused. Even odder, so was I," Julie said. "Did you ever ask him why diapers were such a turn on," I asked. "I did ask and this is the odd part because it was very clear that his diapers were a turn on for his mother as well as he and who better to start you on a fetish than your mother." Julie said this snickering as she added, "seems that when she first started diapering him for his bed wetting, he got an erection - which is understandable. That erection made it difficult, echoing his mother's words, to be diapered so his mother began getting him off before she pinned him into his diaper." "Wow," I said trying to imagine such a thing and suddenly feeling my own excitement growing again. Impossibly I was heading for a state I didn't think possible for a third time realizing this immediately as my growing tip slid against the softly textured diaper. "Wow is right," Julie said as she made a point of noticing the soft peak that my penis was now making before asking, "so which part of the story is turning you on?" "Honestly, I'm not sure," I said not daring to explain the images that came to me. It wasn't my mother diapering me but Julie pretending to be my mother that had me so excited so quickly. "You realize that it's only going to get better if we talk about it," Julie said reaching over and pressing the front of the diaper with just enough pressure to illicit a reaction as she added, "and a little honestly right now wouldn't hurt either." "Right," I said as she pressed slightly more firm. "OK, then try this on for size," Julie said as she added, "I get turned on pretending I'm your mother and diapering you and that includes the fact you're too old to be wearing diapers. Hows that?" "OK, so I am sure and it's that. It's that exactly. I got turned on by the notion of that boy being diapered by his mother but the turn-on happened to be you mothering me like that woman might have done to what's his name," I said. "Bobby. His name is Bobby, and that is the best thing yet. I mean we're nearly 100% compatible in that regard," Julie said happily as she added, "so this isn't going to scare you off any time soon." "Not likely. I mean not now. Hell Julie, I've been in three diapers tonight and I wet that last one almost too easily and before that I've spent most of our times together nursing one or both of your breast. No, this no longer scares me even a bit. Actually Bobby's fetish almost makes sense," I said. "Enough sense to take a baby's pacifier if I was to offer it to you," Julie asked softly. "A pacifier," I said more to repeat for time rather than clarification. "Why not just let me continue nursing you," I asked not sure if a baby's pacifier would be even close to her breast. "Because you might find yourself unable to nurse me and I want you to have that sensation when you're in your diaper," Julie said and added, "like if I went down on you. I mean it would be a bigger turn on knowing you were sucking on your pacifier." "Then under that kind of circumstance I might go along with a baby's pacifier. Anything else," I asked fearing an answer. "Not sure, let's stay with the basics for now," Julie said as she began to undo the tapes to yet another diaper. I wasn't sure even Julie could get me off this time but I was sure I wanted her to try and I laughed a little as he reached over to her night stand, opened the door and brought out a baby's pacifier. I took the soft rubber tip in my mouth with very little enthusiasm but began to nurse instantly when Julie's tongue swirled around the tip of my penis. She had undid the tapes of the diaper but failed to free me from it leaving it bunched between my legs. It grew even more erotic when she pushed her hand between my thighs before pushing the diaper against me. What was I doing I wondered as I arched slightly while vigorously nursing my new pacifier. And for that matter, what else did she have in mind. I pondered that last part for only a few seconds before the amazement of feeling another orgasm forming took me.

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I remember just looking at Julie for some number of seconds. Long enough that her eye brows knitted together as she asked, "what?" What indeed, I thought wondering what else I could say. I was feeling exposed and somehow diminished by all of this. A woman I knew only casually thought I wet the bed and worse that I wore diapers because of it and Julie simply didn't get it. "I'm just not comfortable with this whole thing," I said growing increasingly embarrassed as I sat there in that diaper. Every move, however slight, caused it to crinkle loudly. Noisily as if I was sitting on newspapers. It was noisy and conspicuous besides. A bulging white mass covering my genitals - the damn thing looked like a baby's diaper. "Perhaps there is something that I can do to help you past this moment," Julie said momentarily breaking me from my thoughts. "Like what," I asked and expecting an answer I was slightly surprised when she lightly gripped the diaper over my penis causing it suddenly to expand. "You're not serious," I asked as the notion and motion began eating away at my anger. Something about sex I mused as those first few strokes changed everything. "Does my baby like that," Julie asked in that whisper she liked using when we were fondling each other. "Just what I need!" I said thinking what it would be like if her sister thought I wanted to be babied. Trouble was those strokes were intense and there I was caring less and less what her sister thought. "Yes," I said in my own whisper causing her to smile a little bit more while increasing those strokes. "There we go precious," Julie said when it was clear she'd brought me to climax. "Now isn't that worth a little role playing?" "Role playing," I repeated. Was that even valid I wondered. No, I wasn't acting like a baby or at least I didn't think so. Hell, thousands of guys "nurse" a woman's breast. OK, add the diaper and it might be considered nursing but that's nothing more than acting a little and it struck me then that in some ways I was. "Nothing wrong with it," Julie said. "No, there wasn't," I added more in my defense than in agreement with her. "And I've got to pee." "And your point," Julie whispered patting the front of the diaper. "There is no way I'm going to wet a diaper," I said with what I hoped was enough conviction to end any argument she might add. "It's OK. We can put it in the garbage dry. It's just that my sister might see the diaper and be curious enough that she might check. Go on, take it off and go pee and we'll worry about my sister later." Julie noted. "Seriously," I said. "I know. It's OK. Take it off and go pee," Julie said patting the front again. I was on my back and the urge to pee almost overwhelming. I wasn't sure suddenly if I'd even make it to the bathroom and as I was thinking that very thing I began to pee. "Oh... my... God...," Julie said in a low whisper. Her hand, resting casually over the front of the diaper, now pressed itself against it and she smiled as she said, "I have never been so turned on than now." The urine, warm, spread first over the front of the diaper, moving quickly to the sides and between my legs. Once I began, the flow continued and within a few seconds was moving across my bottom from both directions. Almost immediately I worried I'd pee more than the capacity of the diaper. It didn't leak and suddenly her excitement dampened my enthusiasm. I grew suddenly hesitant to admit I'd just wet a diaper. "That was my one and only time," I said as Julie leaned over the bed and drew another diaper from the package. "What are you doing?" "Your reward," Julie said. I was confused. "What reward," I asked. "Baby's reward for wetting his diaper for mommy," Julie said. "I'll ask again," I said and added, "what reward?" "I'm going to take this sodden diaper off, gently wipe you dry, wash you some and then get you off the old fashion way by sucking till you beg me to stop." Julie said with a quick aggressive rub over the diaper. "I don't think I can get it up this soon," I said. "It's not something you need to worry about," Julie said as she tugged the tapes loose. She was right of course. Julie could, when she had a mind to do so, suck me inside out and the first inkling that I could get up again this soon occurred with the first baby wipe. Baby oil on everything but my penis was followed by generous helpings of baby powder and true to her word I began to appreciate, again, doing something that would normally be against my nature to do so. "That was nice," I said totally and completely spent as Julie flicked her hair back over her ears as she sat up and smiled. "Worth being my baby," Julie asked as she tugged a baby wipe free. "Yes," I answered. "Enough that my sister knowing isn't as bothersome," Julie asked. "Yes," I said in a grunt. "Can I put my baby in another diaper," Julie asked. "Yes," I said giving her a mental shrug. Hell yes," I mused as she drew a baby wipe gently around and over a very sensitive tip.

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I'm not sure how others might have faired, given the same circumstances but then again it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter because I can no longer stop it. I might have put a stop to this much sooner, had I known where it might end, but that too no longer matters because nothing I desire is kept from me. Between Susan and Julie I'd have to put Julie out front only because it started with her. It started so simply. A statement made in the middle of our passion, "honey, nurse me. Nurse my breast like a baby might." How could I not. I found the nipple quickly and as she continued to slowly draw me deeper into her warmth I began to nurse. "Yes precious, that's my baby." she said that in a whisper covered within a delightful moan spoken before her shudder and ultimate collapse. I too gave way, spent, exhausted, happily satiated and totally satisfied. "If I were a baby I'd be a very happy baby right now," I whispered between breaths into her ear. "If you were my baby you'd be much happier still," she whispered back. I might have challenged or at least question her about that were it not for a knock. Julie's sister was on the other side and all the thoughts of what might have been ended with what was. I slid to the side so Julie could slid off the bed and the night ended. We made love like that a half dozen times more before I began to realize that the more I nurse and clung to her the more she responded. She responded gloriously benefiting me directly which made me nurse and cling even more. A wonderful cycle of passionate give and take. Someday, she promised, I might even be allowed to penetrate her. Sex without intercourse seems so desperate but not with Julie. It would never be desperate with Julie because the ultimate goal of sex, at least in my case, was satisfaction and Julie saw to it I was satisfied. We would pet, lightly, growing more passionate and before long her hand did all that was necessary - more perhaps. More than was essential so intercourse didn't matter. What did mattered was keeping Julie as happy as she kept me and one day I fought the conflicts within to do just that. She wanted to cover me with an adult diaper. I wouldn't have to wear it, just allow it to cover me. It was the touch of it and the noise too she confessed. Hard to explain, she insisted, but it went back to when she was younger, much younger and learning the differences between boys and girls. Her neighbor, a year or two older, wet his bed and his mother, because of it, put him into diapers. He spent a week with Julie and her sister while his parents toured Europe and within that week Julie discovered the pleasure of giving pleasure. As it happens the boy was wearing his diaper during those early discoveries. So it was that his diaper became less of a barrier and more a part of that pleasure by weeks end. Where's the harm I remember thinking and of course she could cover me with it. It wasn't as if I would be wearing it I mused and that night I was grateful I hadn't said no. I could hardly walk back to my place and how happy that made me feel. What a woman I thought and how odd that diaper. Odd because somewhere during our love making that diaper was pushed between my legs and stayed there massing. Till then I had always been masturbated to orgasm, always by her hand. Not so this night as I found my penis covered though most of it. Getting off in a diaper was odd, I remember thinking that but not till after and I smiled. I smiled because the key words were "getting off". OK, so I was masturbated within a diaper and what, pray tell, was the difference between that and a few sheets of tissue. Hardly mattered I thought allowing those thoughts to drift away as sleep took me. There were a dozen or nearly a dozen sessions like that first and each of them ended with blissful exhaustion and a soiled diaper. Nearly a dozen diapers with the tapes still unused and I hardly giving it a thought when she eased me back against her pillow before opening the disposable. I would wear the damn thing I mused as her large breast dangled just above my lips as she fitted the diaper over my erection. It was as if I'd said that out loud when the next time came because I said yes again. She asked, sheepishly, almost shamefaced if I'd actually let her tape the diaper on me. What harm was there in that I pondered. I mean I'd gone though what? A dozen or so already. A dozen diapers in as many nights of love making and the only difference this time was it would also touch my bottom as well. I did blush. How could I not laying there on her bed wearing nothing until that diaper came up between my legs. How odd it felt and yet how normal it was in a relative sense. My erection felt the same and our love making was identical to those before, and I even began losing the novelty of it. Not completely that novelty because I was still nursing her to her satisfaction. Nursing somehow, at least on some level, now seemed more infantile wearing a diaper. Perhaps it was infantile, but it didn't change the outcome and that outcome was even more powerful with my compliance. I did notice I lingered more. I blamed her for that, at first at least, but I too hated to break with her. I hated to leave her side and before too long I found myself falling asleep. I never slept at her place, ever. I never slept at Julie's because Susan, the older of the two and almost a mother to Julie didn't know Julie was seeing boys - in that way. Julie was a virgin or so she claimed but that didn't mitigate her desires and that was the reason we played. I never doubted her claims and when she and I had our orgasms together that first night the issue never came up again. And there I was. "What the hell is this?" the deep womanly voice said somewhere within my dream. I knew it was Susan, but thought I was still dreaming until she insisted I wake. I did wake and woke alone. I was alone and worse, the sheet no longer covered me if it ever had. Where was Julie I wondered as I lay there considering covering myself against a very real and powerful urge to jump up and flee. "Is that a diaper? Tell me you're not wearing a diaper?" Susan asked in that same loud demanding voice and before I could answer and I wasn't sure I was going to answer, she added, "and where the hell is my sister?" I'd given up trying to cover myself and sat up only because I felt less vulnerable. I was going to speak but still couldn't figure on what to say when I heard the toilet down the hall flush. "Sis, you're home early?" Julie managed while still in the hallway. "I am and instead of finding you in your bed I find this giant size baby? He is wearing a diaper isn't he? What the hell is going on here," Susan said sharing her view of me with her sister. "That's Mark. I've told you about Mark. Not about the diapers obviously, but he's a classmate and they are spraying his room for ants or bugs or something, this afternoon and he had no where to go so I invited him here. He's in my room because leaving him for you to discover on our couch would be just as bad as you've already made it," Julie said. "He's wearing diapers," Susan said with a tone that wondered why Julie wasn't as shocked as her. "He's wearing diapers because he wets his bed still. Look, it's a long story, if you really want to hear it but not here and not now. He's already embarrassed enough. Can we talk about this later when we've had a little more sleep?" Julie asked. "Where are you sleeping? Here?" Susan asked. "No. I'm on the couch silly. And even if I was sleeping in here with him, he's wearing a diaper for heavens sakes." Julie said. "OK, OK, I'm sorry. Mike, I apologize but I sometimes check in on my sister and seeing you laying there... wearing nothing but a diaper... was, well, it caught me off guard is all. OK, fine, I'm going to take a shower and go to bed. Again, I'm sorry you guys and good night," Susan said. We both watched and waited for Susan to leave. I couldn't wait to ask Julie what just happened and how it happened. I'd just been caught by practically a stranger and wearing a diaper no less. I would never be able to explain that and even though Julie had covered that fact with a reasonable excuse I wasn't sure I liked Susan thinking I was a bed wetter. "You realize what just happened don't you," Julie said in a light whisper after we heard Susan's door close. "Hell yes," I said and added, "your sister just caught me sleeping in your bed, wearing a diaper and she thinks I'm a bed wetter." "There is that, OK, but the best part is I've got a boyfriend that can now sleep over any time we decide. Yes, my sister thinks you wear diapers, but what she's also thinking is how safe you are. It's almost as if you're wearing a chastity belt." Julie whispered happily.