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Thanks Sarah and Baby Rescue I hope you like the next chapter. Brother and his brood is gone, parent'S house thankfully was finished early so they moved out tonight so hopefully should get a little more of the story done. Past the point of my intial drunk burst and now just working off the one line notes I wrote for where I was thinking things should go. Probably six more chapters after that at which point I will be at the mercy of inspiration and time. With out further ado though her is the next installment. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wendy had been sure to take me out in public many times during our time together and no matter how many times I told myself in my head that no one would ever notice and it was just a hunk of absorbent material between my legs I never believed myself. I could keep a brave face for all of six or seven strides before the mental games of thinking everyone could hear the crinkle or with the wrong move my waist band would pop up and reveal my undergarments to the world who would only laugh and mock me. Those thoughts as well as the building pressure of my bladder which had snuck up on me was running through my head as Nicole turned to lock the door. “Hey Nicole!” I heard a voice call out from the street. Turning I saw a younger couple out walking their dog. “Hey Susan, hey Mark.” Nicole replied with a friendly wave back to them. I for some reason felt compelled to wave as well but absent mindedly did so with my hand holding the bottle. That in turn earned me a bit of a sideways glance but nothing was said as the couple continued walking by. Before I could let that realization sink in Nicole was dragging me along to her car. “Now I need you to finish that bottle before we reach our first stop or I am going to give you another that you can carry in with you.” She said with a smile as she reached across and buckled me into my seat. “Where are we going?” I questioned hoping she would tell me so I could gauge the time. “Oh that is not a worry for you just make sure that bottle is drank.” With that she shut my door and walked around the car. Not wanting to have to carry a baby bottle out in public I started sucking away. Just being out in diapers and having absent mindedly already waved at a couple with the bottle in hand my heart was racing on me with my stomach having a mixed feeling of butterflies and wanting to throw up. As Nicole started the car and started driving I began to see more and more people out walking the streets so I tried to hide the baby bottle aiming to only take sips discretely. This attempt at being coy seemed to entertain Nicole as we weaved our way through the residential streets before stopping at a stop sign waiting to turn onto one of the collector streets. As we were sitting and waiting for the traffic to die down so we could turn on I noticed just how many people were walking around and I was trying to hold the baby bottle as close to the floor matt as I could until Nicole reached her free hand across the car and tickled my side causing me to jump a bit and raise my arm. “No hiding your bottle baby. Either you are sucking on it or you have to hold it up high enough people can see it.” She instructed me. “Please.” I asked but she just turned and ignored me so thinking it best just to finish the bottle and get it over with I brought it to my mouth and started madly sucking on the nipple. Trying to not pay attention to the world outside the car. I failed at that attempt as a group of teenagers perfectly timed their crossing the street to prevent us getting onto the main drag but crossing at just the perfect moment. I watched around the bottles edges as the first two ruffians with their flat brimmed hats and baggy pants passed by not paying any heed to me. The scrawnier of the bunch who trailed behind the other two though turned and made eye contact with me. I just froze with the bottle still in my mouth as he burst out laughing and then slapped his buddies on the back pointing at me, one of them looked to burst out in laughter just like the trailer the other just seemed to be talking smack about me as they continued on their way. I turned to Nicole looking pitifully but she just reached down and gave my diapered crotch a playful squeeze all the while sporting that brimming grin. Seeing her chance she punched off the line and merged into traffic. By which time I had started trying to suck back even more of the bottle which only had about a third left by this time. Driving down the road we hit a red light. Now I am sorry but we were on what was supposed to be a freeway, what brilliant city planner back in the eighties decided that putting lights on a freeway was a smarter thing to do than building an overpass. The reason I was so excited about this fact is I still had a bit to go in my bottle and while I tried to polish it off we stopped and as a jeep pulled up on the right side of the car I looked over to see girl and her friend just belting out the tunes until they in turn looked my way and it was obvious they stopped singing and were laughing their heads off at me. Quickly I turned away to look at Nicole who was trying to stifle a bit of a laugh. “Looks like you have some admirers there.” I was a nervous wreck with my heart racing and my mind playing games on me but I still noticed how the guy in the jacked up Ford F-350 dually on the left of the car seemed to not be paying any attention to me but sure was trying to get a good look at Nicole’s cleavage. “I’m not the only one.” I managed to get out as I pulled the bottle out for a second and pointed up to him. When she looked he just grinned and winked at her as he revved his engine. “That tribal tattoo of his is really unique, I think you should roll down your window and get his digits…” The chance to be a little sarcastic helped calm my nerves a bit as the light turned green. While the occasional kid sitting the back of a car that passed might have seen me suckling on the bottle for the most part I think I went unnoticed and as such was able to recenter myself after I finished the bottle. I knew it was not going to help my growing urge to need to go but I could hold off for a while as I did not want to be walking around in a wet diaper for any time. “Alright I am done the bottle are you going to tell me where you are going now?” Once more I asked Nicole. “Well we got away a little later than I expected so we are going to go diaper shopping for you first.” Nicole said in the sweetest voice while looking at me her eyes casting off a glint of mischievousness that I just could not pull myself from. While I was mesmerized by her beauty I could also feel a pit of utter dread starting to grow in my stomach. A bout of silence followed with the radio only quietly playing in the back ground. That was until Sir Mix-A-Lot came on the radio. At that point Nicole cranked it and started belting out the tune. A mixture of suggestive moves and the fact she really knew the song off by heart had me watching her in awe as we drove. It still drove home to myself how nervous I was as each time she belted out baby’s got back she seemed to emphasise the baby bit and with her free hand slid in behind me would squeeze my diapered ass. She seemed to be so loving and caring towards me though that I could not help but catch her infectious bout of happiness and before I knew it I was joining in the caraoke. When the Red Hot Chilli Peppers came on with Under the Bridge. I nailed it the only song I can but I did. By the time I had finished my rendition I realized we had already pulled into a parking lot. Looking up I saw we were in front of an automotive supply store. Looking towards Nicole as she turned off the ignition “We are going diaper shopping in a truck accessory shop?” I said with a hint of skepticism in my voice. Nicole just smiled at me “Not in there silly, though if you want to take a look we have a little bit of time to spare.” My face went ashen “Nope I am fine.” Nicole’s smile just grew larger. Hopping out of the car she came over and unbuckled me taking my hand and leading me along the sidewalk in front of the strip commercial building. As we passed a large delivery truck I then saw the window displays for Trinity Home Medical. The sudden realization that this was for real hit me and my heart started racing and adrenaline started flowing. I was going to have to actually go into a shop dressed in thick deafenly crinkly diapers, as far as I was concerned, and buy myself more diapers. My feet started to drag a bit as Nicole kept a firm grip on my hand and dragged me forward. As we walked she spoke up “What kind of diapers do you like to wear?” Taking a quick look around to make sure no one over heard her I replied. “Honestly Nicole I have rarely worn since Wendy.” Then stopping on a dime and pulling her to a halt “I really don’t know if I can do this.” Turning around and seductively getting in close to me Nicole cupping one hand onto my cheek as she rubbed up and grinded on my diapered crotch she whispered into my ear. “I hope your bottom is feeling better as you just earned another spanking season. Now once again what kind of diapers do you like to wear?” As she finished speaking she delivered a quick kiss to my lips which made me melt. I cringed before I answered “Abena M4.” Her actions had aroused me a bit but also at the same time my body was relaying the fact it was soon going to have to relieve itself. Nicole pulled back and looked me in the eye “Good baby, now you are going to go in there and buy a case of them.” Tugging at my hand to keep me moving “I also want you to buy a case of something cuter looking. As nice as abena’s are they are far too industrial for me. Oh also remember you need to replace the diapers I have put on you that normally would go on Margret.” I braced myself as we walked through the doorway and while I thought I had steeled my nerve the second I heard the door chime I tried to pull away. Nicole seemed to have anticipated this and gave me a tug keeping me following her. Seconds later a girl in her early twenties wearing nurse scrubs came over to us and in the most innocent sounding voice ever asked “Can I help you with anything?” Nicole in a timid voice answered “Ahh yes, uh this is a little embarrassing for me but my boyfriend here has started wetting the bed” her tone started changing to a more assertive one. “and well I am frankly quite fed up with it so we need to get him some protection. Isn’t that right Ryan?” She turned and looked at me as she said. All I could do was blush and try to hide my face by looking down as the younger girl momentarily struggled to maintain her composure as she looked at me and I think took in my attire. Equal parts shocked and entertained. “Well if you follow me I can show you a selection of what we have.” It was not like it was a massive super store and we could see the back corner with its racks of various packages of diapers from the door but girl led us there all the same. I was really dragging my feet taking small steps as I was certain the crinkle of my diapers was being fed through an amplifier. With each step my heart seemed to pound harder, my bladder ached even more and I could only think of running away. It was only fifteen strides but it was almost unbearable. Continuing in her innocent and sweet voice as if she had rehearsed the speech a million times the girl spoke seemingly to Nicole and ignoring me which only compounded the feelings I was having “How heavy of an accident is he having we have options ranging from pads to pull-ups to full on briefs if it is a full release.” I thought I was watching Vanna White off wheel of fortune as she moved her hands across the display rack. The whole time I was doing my best to not make eye contact with either the girl of Nicole which I thought only probably served to make me look more like a bedwetting boyfriend which made my feelings only become only more heightened. Nicole turned to me “Wow so many options which one do you think will be best?” With that she squeezed my hand and then placed her hands on my shoulder as if she was really concerned about me and the choices. I just remained silent looking down at my feet not even paying attention to Nicole. Speaking in a loud whisper and putting her hand up to her mouth as if she were trying to hide what she was saying from me Nicole said “He is a heavy heavy wetter. Last night I actually dreamt I was drowning after the Titanic sank. Swimming there in the water I turned to see Ryan here offering me a wooden door to float on. I woke up a second later realizing he had pissed all over me while he just kept a smug smirk on his face while he snored. Whatever will offer me the most protection from him we will take.” The girl looking concerned enquired “Have you seen a doctor about this, it could be a serious problem. We do have an urologist we can refer you to. IF you want I can get their card right now?” “We will take the card though I think his problem is more he finds it funny to drink all night with his friends then reeking of cheap beer and barely able to walk sneak into bed.” I could hear the anger ramp up in Nicole’s voice which only helped to sell her whole story. All the while I just anxiously paced back and forth on my feet the urge to urinate was really starting to hit home. My inability to make eye contact and anxious fidgeting I am certain made me seem all the more guilty looking. Casting a quick glance at me the girl continued “Our most absorbent product are the Abena M4’s which should cover your needs no matter how much he wets. Now if you are looking for something a little more entertaining we do have a few other products that some people find a little more fashionable.” With that she led our gaze with her hands to the top right corner of the display. I only managed a quick glance before I shot my eyes back down to the ground. “They are almost as absorbent as the M4’s but some people prefer them for the novelty.” Jerking my arm I heard Nicole speak up “Well I just want something that will keep me dry from him. Honey what diapers do you think you need?” Hearing her say diapers I would need had me almost to the brink of a full break down. Lifting my head up to examine the shelf closer I saw all the colourful patterns on the childish looking diapers and worst of all I saw the bright pink of a package of princess diapers. The exact ones I was wearing. While I dare not look them in the eye I could feel the burning eyes of both the girl and Nicole searing into my very soul. It was too much and my nerve broke. With my heart seemingly beating harder than after the half marathon I ran a few years ago I tried to speak but only managed to choke on my tongue. My heart beating so hard it felt like it was going to punch itself right out of my chest and flop onto the floor. The eyes of both Nicole and the young women helping us seemed to be piercing into my very soul and it was too much. My heart started racing feeling like it was going to burst right out of my chest and flop down onto the floor. My own eyes growing wide in fear I first made eye contact with Nicole then the girl. In full flight mode I violently reefed my hand from Nicole’s and fled from the store. Only stopping after a few strides outside the door where I bent over trying to catch my breath and calm down. What the hell was wrong with me? I just made myself look ten times more the fool by running which honestly was a full waddle with the thickness of the diapers. Who cares it was only just some padding between my legs? Still I could not calm myself. In between my heavy breaths I heard the door for the store open and someone walking towards me. “Are you okay baby?” Nicole came up beside me placing a hand on my back and rubbing it. “Now I know it might be hard for you but mommy needs you to be a big boy right now and buy yourself some diapers.” Half hyperventilating I finally I managed to mutter out “I can’t, I just can’t I am sorry this is too much for me.” Nicole just wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close shhshing me as she continued to rub my back. “It is okay baby mommy is here just calm down. Look into my eyes and focus on your breathing. In through the nose and out through the mouth” She said in a reassuringly calm voice. After a minute or two passed and I was back to normal at which point she spoke up again. “Now if it really is too much you know what to say but I really hope you aren’t going to let a little measly shopping trip break you.” I just kept staring into her eyes delighting in their splendour. “I will tell you what, I will help direct you to buy the abenas and whatever cute diapers you think you will look the cutest in for me. You do have to ask all on your own to get the princess diapers though oaky?” I nodded my head in agreement. “You already have a spanking coming and now I am going to have to punish you when we get home for so rudely running away don’t make me have to punish you even more.” For a second I thought about saying the safe phrase. It was honestly almost a half-minute I thought it over before the thought disappeared from my mind. Nicole leaned into my ear and whispered “You do not know how wet you have just made me.” With that she kissed me deeply then pulled away holding out her hand. “Ready?” It took me a few seconds to compose myself before I Looked Nicole straight in the eyes “Okay I am good.” Willingly I took her hand. I had it all worked out in my head that I could do it. It was just buying some diapers, it was no big deal and if anyone was looking at me oddly it was just because I ran out of a store. It was at that exact moment that the building pressure in my bladder that I had been trying to ignore reared it’s head. Remembering what I had to do I spoke up before Nicole opened the door to the store. “Actually mommy I need to pee.” Stopping for a second she just laughed “You know what, if you manage to not make another scene I might just let out of your punishments later but only if you are a good baby and wet yourself while you are buying your diapers.” With that she tugged me through the door. “I am so sorry about that Ryan he is a little embarrassed about needing diapers. Now apologize to the nice lady and tell her what diapers you want. I think those abenas sounded practical given our situation but what do you think baby?” How Nicole emphasized baby almost broke my nerve again. “Sorry.” I stammered out sheepishly while looking at the girl before continuing “Uh I guess we can take a case of those and uh maybe some more.” “It’s okay I understand how it can be a bit embarrassing but you need not worry many people have issues like yours. Are you sure you are going to need more? A case is 42 diapers. If it is that big of an issue I strongly do suggest you see the urologist we refer you to sooner rather than later.” Answered the girl said as professionally as you would expect someone to be in a medical shop. Nicole spoke “Well we might just grab a few more just in case.” Nodding her head over in my direction “As you can tell he is a little ashamed to have to be in her so might as well get ourselves more than enough. Do you want to try one of the more playful looking diapers as well baby?” Again she emphasized baby. Why did she have to use that word, it was anonymous but still felt like she was broadcasting to the world what she considered me. Nervously I looked up “Ah any of them will be fine I’ll take another case of whatever.” Seeing her chance to make an up sale I figured the girl continued the sale talk “Are you sure you do not have a particular one you might like more? We have jungle animal prints, ones with barnyard animals on them, little monsters, teddy bears, sea creatures, dinosaurs and if you really want there are some pink ones with princesses.” She quickly placed her hand on my arm and apologized. “I am sorry I could not help myself. There are many options you can choose from though so if one is more to your liking I will have no problem getting them for you.” Nicole not missing a step answered in an astonished voice “Wow that is a lot of options. These are all for adults?” The girl replied “Well sometimes those who need diapers want a little bit more of a fun option over the clinic white diapers so more and more options are becoming available to add variety.” With that Nicole walked over to the wall and started pulling packages off the wall examining them one by one. Making remarks on what she thought was the cutest feature about each one. I awkwardly was just trying to look anywhere but at the diapers or at either of the women as I focused on controlling my breath. Just in through the nose out through the mouth, in through the nose out through the mouth. Nicole really took her time and soon I was obviously hopping back and forth on my feet having to really go. My attention on not wetting myself in front of the two women I was startled as I was assertively handed a package of Rearz barnyard print. “What do you think of those Ryan? I think you would look kind of cute in them.” Nicole spoke up. “Oh or maybe these safari ones they have a cute little monkey on them.” She said holding up a package of them in front of my face. Stunned as I looked at the package in my hand trying to not make it to obvious I was really intrigued by the cute design I nonchalantly held up the barnyard rearz before meekly saying “These will do I think, can we have a case of them please.” In an all too chipper voice the girl answered back “Not a problem let me just check our inventory and I will be right back.” With that she disappeared. Turning to me Nicole wrapped her arms around me waist. In a hushed voice she said “You are doing such a good job baby you have got me so excited right now I might just end up needing a diaper myself by the time we are through here.” This actually gave me a bout of confidence and I was sure I was going to get through this whole ordeal. Then she continued “Remember you still need to get some princess diapers.” With that she firmly grabbed my butt. “and you better wet yourself soon, unless you like getting spanked.” There went my confidence as I squirmed anxiously looking over my shoulder to see if anyone was within earshot of us. There was a lady behind the register but she seemed more interested in a magazine then the two of us. Still I had to say with my teeth barred “Quiet there are other people here.” “Oh is my little baby shy about his diapers” Nicole continued in her hushed voice. Giving me another squeeze on the butt before looking me straight in the eye. “Remember you need to wet yourself.” With that I could hear the girl from the store returning “We do have a case of the Abena M4 I can grab for you but I am sorry to say I only have two packages of the barnyard briefs. If you would like I could toss in a pack of the safari briefs and still give you the case discount?” “That would be perfect don’t you think Ryan?” Nicole said. I had hated her calling me baby but when she called me out by my real name it was actually a much worse feeling that washed over me as any anonymity seemed like it was stripped from me as I was not just a random baby but Ryan. “They will do.” I quickly said before seeing a disapproving look form Nicole. “Thank you.” I quickly blurted out. “Perfect I will get those brought out front for you. While I was in the back it also occurred to me, if you are having larger night time issues” the women looked right at me and I felt like she was accusing me of some heinous crime “you may want to consider buying some protection for the mattress. As good as a brief might be it might sometimes leak. We have a variety of options from the basic vinyl up to bamboo blends.” Looking at me Nicole spoke up “That might be worth looking at don’t you think baby.” Okay baby was just as bad as Ryan. I was continually trying to prevent myself from having another break down so focusing most of my attention on that I just naturally nodded my head yes. Leading us down the wall the sales women showed us the options. I just kept hopping from foot to foot not wanting to wet myself in the presence of another person which seemed to only get Nicole more excited as she dragged on asking all sorts of questions about the mattress protectors. Feeling like I was at the point of bursting I rudely interrupted them and just grabbed a cheap vinyl sheet and said “This one is good enough, we’ll take it.” I thought we would be able to just go pay for everything but I was mistaken. Right next to the mattress protectors were plastic pants. Upon seeing them Nicole then made a fuss about them “Oh what are these?” as she picked them up and inspected them. “Those are water proof pants, you can put them over briefs for extra protection. Come to think of it they may not be a bad idea to have so if the briefs leak they will not disturb the other person in the bed.” The oh so helpful girl said. “I think I would like him to get a couple pairs of these as well then.” Nicole said before turning to me and rubbing my arm. “Pick out a couple pairs baby.” Every ounce of my innards were screaming and I just wanted to vanish into thin air. Despite closing my eyes and wishing just that, when I opened them all I saw were the plastic pants in front of my face. I grabbed a whitish pair and a blue pair hastily. “Can we go now.” I asked Nicole with pleading eyes. “Okay I guess we have everything we might need to stop your little accidents. I think we are good.” Nicole said in a condescending voice. The girl helping us then said “okay just let me get everything ready and I will meet you over at the till.” With that she was off as if it were her job to do this every day. Odd. “Baby your hand is trembling, just breathe and we will soon be out of her. Remember everything I told you to order.” Nicole spoke in a hushed tone to me as she led me by the hand over to the till with the pants and bed sheet in hand. It dawned on me what she was hinting at. Those stupid princess diapers, with how my emotions were going wild I had forgotten about them. Well about them and the other very prying issue. I needed to go pee which despite my reservations of wetting in front of people would provide me not only relief but get me out of a punishment. Which I did not know what it was but it was a punishment so it could not be good. As we reached the checkout counter the lady there seemed still enveloped in her magazine so I briefly thought about trying to go pee and for a few seconds acted on the idea but just could not go. Like a noose closing around a hanging man’s neck the second the lady finally looked up at Nicole and us my bladder synched shut. The girl brought first one case then the second to the counter before asking “Okay that is everything, is there anything else I can help you with today?” I just said “Nope” as the disinterested lady at the till started scanning the items in. First the bed sheet, then the pants, then the Abena before stopping at the opened case and pulled out the miss matched bags of diapers. It was only then the lady working the till looked up at me “Oh you are one of those people.” She said with snort of disdain and scanned each bag in individually. What did she mean by that comment? I was actually a little offended. Nicole saw this and spoke up “Actually the girl who helped us said we would get the discounted case price for those.” The lady behind the till just looked annoyed and hollered out “Natasha, did you promise these people a case discount?” Natasha, the girl who had been helping us quickly returned to the counter “Yes I did since we were out and they cost the same per package I figured we could just mix and match.” “Well I guess we can let that slide but ask me next time first.” The growing even more unpleasant by the second lady chastised Natasha. Returning her glare to us and peering over the brim of her thick glasses. She stated in a buisnes like manner “Alright that’ll be $264.76 how are you going to be paying?” Quickly Nicole added in out loud in front of the two ladies. “Aren’t you forgetting something baby?” I looked at Nicole in rage. Nicole just returned my gaze with a smug look and a slight smile. “Hate to break you two love birds up but I am running a business here. Will that be cash or card?” The lady behind the till said impatiently. Reluctantly and in a trembling voice as Nicole and I had a stare down I spoke up “Actually I think I need another pack of diapers.” I just stood there motionless afterwards and there was a bit of a pause before the lady behind the till spoke “Well go grab them and bring them over here then.” With a swish of her hand she motioned me to the corner. I momentarily looked down at my feet before returning my gaze to Nicole. She just had a big grin on her face and patted my bottom which prompted me to start walking across the store to the corner. It was a mix of utter embarrassment as I felt so enfeebled nut still a slight bit of opportunity as I was moving away from the three ladies and my almost bursting bladder might be able to relieve itself. As I reached the corner of the shop I paused for a second and taking a deep breath tried my hardest to wet. It took a moment or two to get going but I was able to start. The women could not see it but my face lit up and I was in a minor bit of bliss as I started to relieve the pressure. I was lost in time and space with only the pleasure of being able to go and the silent hiss noticeable in my mind. “Any day now there.” The lady behind the till called out. My removal form the real world ended and I was brought back to reality. I was still going and it felt so good despite wanting to reach up to the top shelf and just grab the stupid package of the princess diapers I had to wait until I was finished reliving myself. I am pretty sure I let out an audible sigh before finally leaning over and reaching up to grab the package before returning to the counter with a very pronounced diaper bulge in my crotch and a waddle. Natasha looked wide-eyed at me and let out a stifled giggle before excusing herself to the back room. I just dejectedly laid the package on the counter which was quickly scanned in by the women at the till. “$302.54, how will you be paying?” In a cold clinical tone she asked. Yikes! This had become an expensive trip. “MasterCard please.” I started to go for my pocket when I realized I was dressed in my childish shark butt sweat pants. For a second I cast a panicked look at Nicole. She just smiled “Looking for this?” as she dangled my wallet in front of me. Snatching it from her grasp I pulled out my credit card and just like my previous experience trying to buy diapers before a supposed fun night with Jenn my hand was shaking uncontrollably. Only more so this go round as Nicole had to actually help me insert it into the terminal. Even my attempt to type in my pin took two tries as I just could not steady my hand. It did not help Nicole had brought her hand down and was massaging my soaked diaper rear. Only once the receipt started to print did I breathe a sigh of relief. “Here is your receipt and if you need a place to change the washroom is to the back second door on the left.” The women at the till said. Trying to pretend like nothing had happened I defensively replied “What do you mean, I’m not wearing a diaper.” The lady behind the till shot back “Honey I never said you were wearing a diaper. Now just so you know your shirt is riding high and I can see a diaper waistband poking out, you were fooling no one with your little pause in the corner there we all knew what you were doing. So like I said if you need to change washroom is down the hall to the left if not have yourself a wonderful day and we look forward to seeing you again.” I had just about enough of this surly lady and was about to tell her off or at least defend myself when she looked at Nicole “He is cute but not too bright I would say Nicole.” With a chuckle Nicole said “I am working on that Anne.” As she placed her hand on my back and rubbed it. Stunned I interjected “Wait you two know each other?” Nicole spoke “I have been coming here for a few years so of course I know the staff. Though you lucked out with the girl who helped us, I have never met her. Now you start taking your diapers out to the car I am going to catch up with my Anne here for a moment.” Confusion was all I can say described how I was feeling. Not knowing what was up down sideways or a pineapple I just set myself to the task at hand. I took out the first case and only getting to the car I realized it was locked so went back and grabbed the second. “Ahh Nicole could you unlock the car so I could put these in6” Turning form her conversation so said “Yeap in a second baby.” Just as quickly as she responded she went back to talking to Anne. Not seeing another choice I grabbed the second case and walked out to the car. The thickness of my now rather damp diapers becoming more and more noticeable as the contents cooled down. I have to admit to myself the first initial release and the warmth that followed was nice but as it cooled and just increased the bulkiness around my waist it was not as nice. Setting the second case down I returned once more to the store. “Okay Anne see you later!” Nicole cried out as she grabbed the bag which held the plastic pants and bed sheet then handed me the package of bright pink diapers before walking past me and exiting the store. I lingered behind a second not wanting to walk out in public with the pink diaper package. “Uh Anne is it? Could I get a bag for these please?” Anne just scoffed at me “There is already enough plastic in those things if you think I am going to add a bag on top of that you are kidding yourself.” I opened my mouth to protest but Anne had already buried her head back into the magazine and I knew I was speaking to deaf ears. With that I turned and walked to the door pausing to take a breath before I stepped outside. It is not like there was a bunch of people mulling about as the commercial strip was rather barren but still walking outside just seemed to make me feel so vulnerable. As I reached the car Nicole was waiting for me and popped the trunk of her car. “Okay put all your diapers in there.” She said as if there were not a person in a hundred miles to hear her. Quickly I tossed the pink diaper package in the trunk thankful no one would see that and then I bent down to pick up the first case. Having positioned herself perfectly as I did so Nicole slipped her hand into my sweat pants causing them to drop a little down my waist and soon her fingers were swiping past my inner thigh and checking the wellbeing of my diaper. “Oh you really wet yourself there.” I could feel a little bit of a shudder from Nicole as she said tha out loud before she brought her head in closer to mine and continued. “Good thing I have you nice and thickly diapered so they can hold a few more soakings.” Just as she was doing that a jacked up 4x4 dodge diesel pulled in beside us, when I saw the swinging ball sack on the hitch receiver my Spidey senses went on edge. As the passenger of the truck jumped out he eyed me suspiciously before walking round the back of the truck where he met the driver. As they dropped the tailgate and started pulling out a box the passanger of the truck looked over to me again and obviously noticed my pink diapered butt as he burst out laughing. “Hey Mark look at this fag here.” He yelled “I think the fucking queer is wearing a diaper.” The driver of the truck stopped pulling out the large box and then looked over “What the fuck!” before joining in with his buddies laughter. Looking to Nicole he jeered. “What is a pretty lille thing like you doing with a fucking diaper wearing perv like that?” Accenting his point by holding out his arm and pointing at me. I just tried to hide myself behind Nicole as she spoke up “At least he knows how to handle a real women, you just going to jerk off your little buddy there while you watch WWE? Or do you save that for date night?” At that moment I thought Nicole was so hot. “You fucking bitch how about we just beat the shit out of your little baby?” With that the driver started towards me. Putting his hand on Nicole’s shoulder about to push her out of the way. Faking a kick to his groin which he was quick to bring his arms down to block she instead delivered a quick blow to his throat. His hands now grasping his throat as he was choking she grabbed his shoulder and drove her knee as hard as she could into his groin dropping him into a pathetic heap of whimpering. This all played out in slow motion as I saw the truck driver drop his passenger buddy rushed forward grabbing Nicole with one hand and had wound up with his other. All at once time sped up and in a flash I with my sweat pants pulled down to my mid-thigh had with one arm grabbed the front of the passengers shirt twisting it around my fist as I picked him up off the ground and slammed him against the box of the truck. Time only began to slow down for me once again and I half tried to stop myself but it was too late as I delivered a crushing right blow to the guys temple which left him dangling limp pinned to the truck. I was so angry and wanted to punch the guy again for daring to put a hand on Nicole but Nicole placed her hand on my shoulder. “Okay baby just let him down, we need to go.” With that I dropped the guy who was just starting to come to. The driver was half getting up but Nicole gave him a running kick to the gut which kept him on the ground. Slamming the trunk shut I waddled around the car pulling up my pants and hopped in while Nicole brought the car to life and peeled out of the parking lot as best you can with a 2014 ford Fiesta. I could not contain myself “Holy fuck did that just happen?” In an angry stern voice Nicole yelled “Baby watch your language!” Timidly I looked at her “Sorry.” Nicole just burst out laughing and soon I followed before she pulled into another parking lot. Putting the car in park and stopping her laughing Nicole aggressively pulled my head to hers and planted her lips on mine. It was the most passionate kiss I have ever experienced as both our hearts were racing. Before long we were having a little make out session in the car. Nicole seemed like a women possessed as she grabbed my hand and slid it up her dress resting it on her crotch which was warm, damp and moist. Looking at her with a bit of surprise as I did not find anything erotic about the last half hour but she shot me a smile. Placing her hand on my well-padded crotch and giving it a squeeze “That was intense, and look now we are both wet” With that she pulled away from me leaving me wanting more but acting as if nothing at all had just happened turned the key and we were on our way once again.

Tick, tick, tick, tick I heard the clock counted the seconds as I sucked back on the sippy cup. Nicole was humming away to herself moving about the kitchen with dance like moves. Before long she was coming over with a dishrag. “We should probably wash this off before we eat on it.” She said with a wink before wiping down the table and grabbing my empty sippy cup. “Thirsty little guy, I’ll get you some water.” With that she turned with a smile and walked back to the sink. The clock continued ticking away the seconds and my mind started to process thoughts a little more rationally than it had over the last eighteen hours. In the short exchange we had back and forth on Fetlife I had briefly mentioned that I was hoping to find a partner who would be happy to engage in some diaper play. Nicole for her part seemed to just brush it off. When I queried her about her wants and desires she just outlined how she got really excited controlling men and women and that momentary look that always came across their faces right after the embarrassment of being commanded to do something. The one where the shame turns to joy and trust as internally in their head they opt to willingly obey. For the most part the conversation we had around the kinkier stuff she did come off as more of a dominatrix than a mommy to me. Her profile did not have any actual pictures just a collection of cartoons and meme’s so for the most part my whole meeting her was predicated off the fact she seemed to be diaper tolerant. Truthfully I expected bondage, pain and humiliation to be more the focus right off the hop when she opened the door. Instead she seemed to be overly sweet and kind. My boundaries had definitely been pushed but she seemed to be concerned the whole time that I was enjoying myself. She did seem to have everything she needed on hand to play out the evening as well. The princess diapers I can see as she mentioned playing with women as well so could just have them on hand I guessed. She is on fetlife as a domme so the gag and binding instruments all made sense. What got me was how many women just happen to have a pair of superman PJ’s that’ll fit a 6’ 2” 195 pound guy. The sound of a plastic plate hitting the table gained my attention as Nicole placed a Porky the Pig plate full of cut up pieces of apple, watermelon, strawberries and banana in front of me. Joining the plate was a similar looking plastic bowl of plain Greek yogurt and my sippy cup filled up once more. With that I watched her walk back over to the counter and grabbed her plate and bowl before returning to the table. “Scootch over a little bit baby mommy wants to sit beside you.” Following her instructions I lifted my chair up and did a fun bunny hops over making room for her to pull a chair in beside me. Each little hope reminded me of my diaper state as not only was the extra padding she added to the diaper noticeable but little clouds of baby powder puffed out scenting the air sweetly. Snugging her chair up to mine she sat down crossing her legs and draping her arm over my shoulder. I could only watch in awe as I was mesmerized by her eyes and she leaned in and delivered a soft lingering kiss to my lips that I could not help but sigh in pleasure at. Slowly she pulled away licking her lips as our eyes stared deeply into one another. Both of use smiling like idiots she spoke “Yeap I think I might just keep you.” While she gently stroked my face with the hand she had resting on my shoulder. Playfully I responded in mock terror “What’s this might talk about!?” She just giggled and stuck her tongue out at me “Well you better just be on your best behaviour and I will think about it.” With that she grabbed a piece of strawberry off my plate and dipped it in the yogurt before bopping me on my nose with it leaving a dab of yogurt on it. Holding the strawberry just away from my mouth I tilted my head forward and took it from her fingers with my teeth. This just led her to giggle a bit more before giving my side a tickle sending me squirming. Stopping she turned to me and said “Eat up baby we need to get going soon.” Using a finger to wipe the yogurt on my nose off. Turning to her own breakfast she produced a spoon and fork and started eating like a grown up. I did not have a spoon or fork so turning to Nicole I asked “uh can I get some utensils to?” “Just use your fingers baby utensils are for grownups.” She replied as she paused to see how I would respond. Noticing her looking at me I knew there was no point in objecting so I just set to using my fingers. It was not too bad as I could use the slices of fruit as proto-spoons and managed to get most of the yogurt. Almost made a clean break but my last piece of watermelon slipped form my fingers when I was bringing it to my mouth and I ended up with a streak of yogurt down my chest up to my diaper. A repressed laugh broke out “You are just too precious!” Nicole exclaimed. “Her let mommy help you finish up your breakfast.” With that she scooped up a spoonful of yogurt and brought it to my mouth. “Seriously?” I asked as she held it there throwing her free arm back around my shoulder and staring at me intently with her gorgeous eyes. She said nothing so I opened my mouth and leaned forward to accept the spoonful. She had simultaneously moved the spoon forward upon seeing my mouth open which resulted in the better part of the heaping spoon getting smeared across one side of my face. This elicited another laugh from Nicole as she brought another spoonful up. This time just for fun I moved my head at the last second getting the other side of my face covered. “Tsk tsk. Such a messy baby.” Nicole shook her head a big smile plastered across her face. I let her finish feeding me the last few spoonfuls without further incident. Gathering up the plates Nicole teased me in a motherly voice “Such a messy eater you are, I think I definitely need to be putting a bib on you from now on. Now stay right there mister and don’t move an inch.” Kissing me on the forehead she walked over to the sink and dropped the plates off before picking up the dish rag giving it a quick rinse and returning. Forcefully she scrubbed my face clean then had my hold out my hand where she methodically wiped each finger down. “There we go all clean.” Running her hand through my hair she stayed just smiling at me in a grown up tone she asked. “I am just checking on you Ryan are you still having fun?” I just rolled my eyes “Maybe…..” Placing her other hand down onto my diapered crotch she gave the diaper a few mischievous squeezes “Only maybe? It feels like someone is liking it or is there just a hard phallic shaped bit of diaper under there?” “Okay you got me, I am obviously enjoying myself.” I admitted. “Honestly though did you enjoy everything so far this morning? Any worries about the rest of the day?” She said as she removed her hand from my crotch and looked at me. “Well if you are asking. I cannot say I was all too thrilled to um have to use my diaper for the ole number two it was a bit much for me. The whole baby thing has me feeling a little uneasy. I mean bits of it are fun and nice but I cannot help but feel ridiculous. I am not looking forward to going out in the thick diapers and certainly I am not looking forward to having to buy more while diapered.” I could see a tinge of disappointment in Nicole’s eyes. “You have been nothing short amazing. My wildest dreams could have never dreamt up of someone as perfect as you. You have been so kind and caring making sure I was alright and I don’t want to disappoint you or make you sad. On top of that I have not had as much sexual fun ever as I have had since last night. I guess I am just saying if you did not feel like making me go diaper shopping today or to ever have to poop myself again I would be a happy chappy.” Flashing some puppy dog eyes and offering a slight pout on my face I hoped I may have convinced her to ease off a bit. Nicole just continued playing with my hair for a few seconds before responding. “Thank you so much for being honest with me Ryan. I have had a lot of fun and really do want to explore and play more with you but I do not think you fully understand how it is going to have to work if we do continue.” Aww crap I thought hearing those words, I have already ruined a great thing before it could even begin. In a forceful tone she continued “It is not all about just what you want Ryan, any relationship is a continual game of compromises. You like being put into diapers it is obvious considering how excited you get down stairs. I am perfectly happy and glad to put you in them. In return though I need you to know that I need someone who will obey and do as I say as that is what I like. So if I want you to mess your diapers little a little infant so I can watch the look of degradation cross your face you need to do it. I am happy if you do not like it, actually it is even more fun for me if you do not like it but you need to do it all the same. Likewise if I decide you need to be in thick diapers when we go out you need to be in them and just so you know you will be using them while we are out. I will never do anything to hurt you” she turned to a seductive tone “unless I need to punish you for being naughty.” Returning to her normal tone “You can trust I am only going to do for you what I feel is best and you are going to need to blindly trust me.” “Do you understand?” she stopped running her fingers through my hair and brought them down around my chin gripping it firm and holding it so I was forced to look her strait in the eyes. I tried shaking my head up and down but Nicole just held my head firm “I need you to tell me.” “Yes mommy, I understand.” She released my chin and looking down I continued. “Sorry.” “Awww it’s okay baby.” With that she tightly embraced me and we just stayed wrapped in each other’s arms for a little while. “ummm do you mind if I ask a couple questions mommy?” She released her embrace after giving me a couple pats. “Sure what is on your mind?” “I am just a little curious since you seemed to have some childish cloths my size and well the bottle and sippy cup why do you have them all just handy? I mumbled out. “Well it’s because I am a mommy of course silly!” she tickled my sides a bit but could tell from the look on my face I was not satisfied with the answer. “You are not the first person I have ever put in a diaper, maybe the cutest but not the first.” I blushed as she said that. “I’ll make you a deal. You tell me why you are getting all excited about messing yourself in front of me when you told me that you have messed yourself too many times to count earlier today. You do that and I will share how come I am such a prepared mommy for you. Deal?” “Deal.” I said. “Let’s move to the couch where it is a little more comfortable first.” Nicole then took my hand and I followed the naked goddess waddling in my diaper to the couch where she sat down then had me lay my head in her lap. With that I slowly started into a rambling story recounting my experiences with Wendy. I left it vague about how things ended and from there continued on about the fun I had with Jenn as Nicole just seemed to keep prodding me along to get it all out. The whole time she was nothing but caring and comforting running her hand lightly over my chest. “Wow that is a story baby, so how did you and, was it Wendy, split apart seems like you had someone to diaper you if that is what you are after.” Nicole queried. “Well it was complicated at that point in time I did not have any desire to wear diapers and well like I said she blackmailed me into it. When I said she wanted to treat me like nothing but a baby I meant she wanted me to quit my job, she only wanted me to babble about in baby talk and had me pretty much alienate all my friends and family. It was far too much for me. I mean I am still an adult and I feel the need to still have responsibilities and not be completely pampered 24/7 and treated like a completely dependent baby.” I said starting to get worked up a little bit. “Calm down there little one.” She said as she started to run her finger through my hair. “Well rest assured I am not going to be wanting you to quit your job or just lay wetting and messing your diapers. Not saying there will not be times I am not going to treat you like that now I know how humiliating it is for you but I want you to be a grown up so it is more fun for me to play with you.” The soothing feeling of her fingers running through my hair had me calmed down. “When was the last time you spoke to Wendy?” “We had one brief conversation on Facebook about six years ago and that was the last I heard. Well aside from noticing she is still living in the city and had a profile on Fetlife. I never did talk to her or anything.” I explained. “Good” Nicole said. “What about this Jenn girl she seems like an interesting girl. How long ago was that?” Feeling a little ashamed to tell her how recent it was “A little over three months now.” “Oh so not long ago. Well you better not be thinking of me as just some rebound.” With that she tweaked my nipple. I let out a slight scream of pain as I was not expecting it at all. “I would never think of it.” I called out. “You better not!” Nicole said in jest before running her hand down my side and poking a couple fingers in the leg band of the diaper. “Still dry. I’ll have to see what I can do to fix that. Sit up for a second so I can grab you a bottle and then I guess since you were so open with me I will share my story.” Sitting up Nicole disappeared for a couple minutes before returning and nestling back in to where she was sitting before. She made sure I was nursing on the bottle before she began giving me pretty much her life story. Through high school and university she had the same boyfriend. She had become a chartered accountant and he had gotten an English major and he was well on his way towards finishing law school. Life seemed to be perfect. They were that annoying lovely dovey couple everyone else in school who look like they have a perfect relationship but things started to fall apart. After moving in together once she found a job she devoted herself to work trying to earn enough for them to live together and pay for his schooling. Her boyfriend though just started to drift away. At first it was always going out for beers with the ball or hockey team and staying out all night calling her at three in the morning to pick him up and drive his buddies home. Then it turned into a few times a month he would disappear for the weekend never explaining where he had been when he showed back up. One fiery fight where she was almost ready to kick him out after he had disappeared for a week he begged and pleaded for her to forgive him. She did not want to but a circumstance arose. A few weeks after the fight she had planned to run a marathon in Vancouver with her best friend at the time who had just had a baby. Her husband was supposed to come out and tend the baby while her friend was racing but was called out of town for work. Still wanting to go to the marathon she made a deal with her boyfriend explaining that they could go out and take a little break in Vancouver and have a bit of a restart. He just needed to watch the baby for the race. Her boyfriend begrudgingly agreed and when the time came off they went. The first couple days the change of scenery seemed to really help and they had returned to that lovey dovey state. When Nicole and her friend started the marathon he was even there holding the baby raising its hand and cheering them on. Nicole was even more impressed when five hours later he was at the finish line waiting for them. It was only once she got back to the hotel that things erupted. Her and her boyfriend were in one room and her friend was in another. No sooner had she jumped into the shower exhausted as she heard a pounding on her door and her friend screaming irately at her boyfriend. When Nicole rushed to wrap a towel around herself and rushed out to see what the fuss was about. There her friend was holding up a couple used condoms with a baby wipe. After a lot of screaming and shouting the truth came out and it turned out Nicole’s boyfriend had hired an escort while they were out running and used her friend’s room while the baby was supposedly sleeping there. That ended that relationship and Nicole was devastated and she felt hatred for every man she saw. Still she holed herself up in her house for a good six months and probably would have done for even longer if not at the insistence of a couple of the older women where she worked. Slowly but surely she started going out with them and after a while the wine nights started getting a little raunchier and raunchier in the talk. Before long Nicole’s whole world was opened up to that of BDSM as two of the older women would talk on end and laugh about how men would beg them to become slaves and they could do practically anything they wanted to them. One thing led to another and Nicole would occasionally join them at fetish events hosted in the city. She was not too sure of it at first as it was all more than she would have ever thought possible but as time passed she began to participate more and more and with every flick of a riding crop that landed on a guys behind or scream of pain she elicited from a guy she felt better. She was soon building up her skills and was feeling quit confident. That was when she watched her mentors and friends chew through a host of different men demanding tributes and large sums of money before just tossing them aside if they did not pay. It seemed wrong in Nicole’s mind while she did not mind inflicting harm and was starting to really get excited by it she did not like watching what her friends were doing. She slowly drifted away from them but still would occasionally go to fetish nights. That is when she ran into this sweet little girl who was dressed so innocently that she stuck out as out of place. Nicole had seen a few littles around but most of them were dressed as a sexy little, like how at Halloween there is the sexy cop and sexy cowgirl ect. This girl was just dressed up very childish like so she had to go talk to her. Despite having no interest in women at the time something inside Nicole just called out to her to take care of and protect the girl from the predators of the club and she soon had pulled her out of the sexually charged atmosphere and had her in a coffee shop. After a long nights conversation Nicole learned that the girl was an adult baby, something she had not heard of before and was just in search of a mommy. From there they had a platonic relationship that blossomed and Nicole acted as a parent figure and found herself unexpectedly getting excited whenever the girl was parading around in just diapers or she was changing her. Still Nicole did want a man so while she still kept playing with the lille girl she started looking for a man she could treat the same way with the extra benefit of some of the pain and bondage as well as adult time. There was no shortage of men who were begging to be diapered and babied and after rushing in headlong at first she realized she had to be a little more careful after a few scary incidents as it was an interesting lot. Becoming a little more selective she had over the last seven years had four different “babies”. Two had just become too demanding and were not so keen on the BDSM side and more just wanting to sit playing video games all day in diapers while Nicole provided for them. This was not what she wanted though she mention she occasionally would still babysit them from time to time. A third despite being adamant that they wanted to be in diapers all the time would only partake for a day or two then ghost her for weeks at a time so she tossed him to the curb. The last was the most painful and the longest one she had kept around but it ended a year ago. He struggled with mental illness but seemed to thrive under Nicole. She was tactful with when and how she kept him diapered and he seemed to be blossoming. Even his parents and family thought she was the best thing to ever come into his life. It was a rocky road though as while she had managed to get him therapy and find medication that kept his mood stable. For reasons she never understood when he was feeling over the moon he would always stop taking his medication and then crash into horrible lows. After going through the cycle eight times it became really hard for Nicole and she had to say goodbye. He still refuses to talk to her to this day. Nicole keeps in touch with his parents and he is still suffering through the spin cycle of ups and downs but at least he is around. After that she just did not have it in her to invest her heart and soul into anyone so while finding the occasional play partner for an evening honing in a little bit more of what she liked and did not. With that she concluded her story “Then I met you last night.” I could see heartache from deep inside her eyes and I sat up wrapping my arms around her and pulling her in tight to me. Softly caressing her I rubbed her back as she nestled her head into my chest. Sympathetically I said “Thank you soooo much for sharing with me. I am sorry you had to go through all that.” We just sat hugging each other for a good ten minutes in silence before Nicole spoke up. “We can’t waste all day having a pity party let’s get going.” By the shakiness of her voice I could tell she was still a little worked up about it so I kept my embrace of her and rubbing her back. “We have all the time in the world, I have nowhere else I want to be. Take as long as you need then when you are ready we can go out.” I said Another fifteen minutes passed until I felt a couple fingers slip into the leg band of my diaper again. “Still dry hey baby?” A bit of cheeriness returning to her voice. “For now at least.” I said as I stuck my tongue out. She smiled up at me. “Okay now we really do need to get a start on the day. I am going to shower as my hair is just a mess.” As she said that she shook her head letting a handful of wayward strands fall across the front of her face. “You on the other hand need to go clean up the kitchen for me and there is a bag by the front door with your clothes from last night. I am guessing they are smelling pretty ripe by now.” Pointing to a door off the side of her kitchen “Washing machine is through there and down in the basement.” With that she gave my hand a squeeze and stood up disappearing back to her room. What an interesting weekend in was turning out to be. Standing up I walked towards the kitchen and became acutely aware that while on the couch I was hidden from the view from the bay window on the front of the house as people passed by I was not hidden when I stood. Having Nicole’s basement tenant see us going at it was one thing but some stranger walking past seeing me in just a diaper was not something I cared for so I quickly crinkled my way into the kitchen. Finishing up all the dishes I quickly darted to the front door grabbing the bag of my clothing and then just as quickly pulled open the door to the basement and raced down the stairs. Almost tripping over the shoes piled up in the landing for the back door. Open up the washing machine I was bent over tossing my clothes in when I heard a door open behind me and I dropped them. I froze and slowly turned my head to see who was there. “Oh! You startled me.” Recomposing herself the voice continued. “Nice to see you again. Allow me to formally introduce myself, I am Margret.” With that she pulled me up into a friendly hug. “Ah ah ah” was all I could stammer out. “What’s the matter cat got your tongue?” Margret continued. “No need to be shy now I already saw you and Nicole bumping uglies earlier. It’s good for her she needs a little bit of fun.” “Hi. I’m Ryan.” I finally managed to spurt out. “Well pleasure to meet you Ryan, did you catch a lot of sun yesterday or something?” Heather asked. “Uh no, why do you ask?” “Well right about now your face is ten times redder than a tomato.” Margret said with a chuckle “Here let me help you with the laundry.” “No I got.” But before I could stop her she was tossing my clothes into the washing machine. “Looks like somebody had an accident.” She said in jest. I just stood there shaking a bit from the embarrassment of this women just casually coming out to see me dressed in only a pink diaper and putting my soaked pants into the washing machine. “Don’t worry I have accidents to sometimes it is okay.” With that she finished tossing in detergent to the machine and started it. “I’m sorry what?” Is all I could think to ask. “Oh I have accidents every now and then it’s not a big deal.” Margret continued as I just looked at her in confusion. “I do have to say I think I look much cuter when Nicole puts me in those.” With that she tugged at the waist band a bit. “But you fill them out alright.” “Okay wait, what is going on here. Who are you again and how exactly do you know Nicole?” I quizzically asked more interested in an answer than feeling embarrassed about standing there in just a diaper. “She hasn’t told you about me? I am going to have to go pout to her later. Nicole and I met years ago it seems like now. I’m the reason she likes to diaper people, you can thank me later. Who knows if you play your cards right maybe your big sister will come watch a movie with you or something one day. I love Moana do you have a favourite?” Margret started talking as if we were long lost friends. “I guess Aladdin was always a classic if we are talking about Disney.” “Oh did you know they have a live action version out in the theaters right now?” Margret said grabbing my hands in and getting all giddy. “That I did not. Thanks for telling me.” “Alright I have to go and I am sure Nicole is probably wondering where you are as I am guessing she is taking you out somewhere if you are so thickly diapered. Now get back upstairs. I’ll toss your pissy pants in the dryer when they are all clean. Now shoo.” Margret said teasingly as she started patting my butt ushering me up the stairs. I did not really know what to make of the whole interaction so I just said “Thanks and have a good day.” Margret replied “You to, be good so I don’t have to listen to you cry again tonight.” As I shut the door at the top of the stairs I could feel my face going flush again. Before I could turn I felt two arms wrap around me and felt Nicole’s head rest on my shoulder. “Good job on the dishes, did you have any trouble with your laundry?” “Nope it is all good. Managed to see Margret again. Did not even think she might have returned.” Nicole let out a good laugh “She wasn’t too mean to you was she sometimes she gets to be a little bratty.” With that she spun me round and led me to the bedroom. “No she was alright I just was not really expecting anyone is all. Mentioned she wanted to watch a movie or something sometime. She really likes Moana doesn’t she?” As I followed Nicole I could not help but notice how the mini dress she had on accented her legs perfectly. “Oh you do not know the half of it, just be glad she is through with her Frozen phase. For six months I had to listen to her running around singing let it go. Well if you are good I might let you two have a movie night sleepover. Until then though let’s get some clothes on you unless you want to run around outside in just your diaper.” Nicole said as she pulled me to the base of her bed and started going through her drawers. “Do you think Margret would mind if I let you borrow this?” She held up a pink dress in a similar cut to her mini just a little poofier. Not even looking at me for a response Nicole just playfully hummed to herself “She would probably get jealous of you for looking cuter in it.” “Ah here we are I think this looks adorable.” With that she held up a baby blue shirt of the baby Disney characters. The look on my face must have said it all and I felt my heart sinking hoping she was not serious. Thankfully she turned back around laughing to herself. “Okay maybe not for today let’s see what else I have.” A little more rummaging before producing a white tee that just had ‘People say I am childish. I know you are but what am I?’ “What do you think of this one?” “It’s kind of funny.” I said. “Good now arms up.” I did as she instructed and she pulled it down. It fit a little snug but looked alright. “Now as far as bottoms for you let me see let me see. These should fit.” Holding up a pair of grey sweat pants to me I said “They look alright.” “I know right? You have not even seen the best bit.” She spun them around and I could see a zipper running across the back which she unzipped to reveal a shark mouth. Crouching down to my feet she ordered “Step in baby.” I reluctantly did as it was becoming a reality that I was going to be walking around today in a very juvenile outfit while thickly padded. Nicole pulled them up giving me a quick diaper check along the way. “Still dry hey baby? I’ll have to get you another bottle for the car ride.” As she gave them a firm tug to make sure they were all the way up I noticed how tightly the fit in the crotch and the fact that the edges of my diaper was poking out the top. Pulling down on the hem of my shirt it covered the waist band but I was certain if I moved much it was going to showing every now and again. Asking me to lift my feet she slid on monster themed socks in bright colours onto each of my feet. Standing up and looking at me she just smiled. “You look so adorable.” Pinching my cheek she then commanded. “Spin around for mommy and show off your clothes.” I did as she asked and when she was satisfied she patted my bottom. “Alright baby I think it is time we can finally leave here. Now I have one important rule for you while we are out. Anytime you need to use your diaper I need you to call out mommy to me and tell me what you need no matter who is around okay?” “Okay I guess. If I don’t?” I replied, “Well if you don’t then someone is going to be a very very sorry little mister come morning as I will be punishing you.” She said with a nice big smile on her face. Planting a big kiss on my lips she pulled away before I could wrap my arms around her and continue the kiss. Dragging me to the front door she stopped. “Oh I almost forgot.” She disappeared back into her room and returned holding two princess diapers and stuffed them into her shoulder bag. Before pulling out a bottle and heading to the kitchen filling it up with water. I just looked at her with pleading eyes as if to ask why the extra diapers. “A mommy can never be too prepared when she has a heavy wetter on her hands.” With that she shoved the baby bottle into my one hand and then grabbed my other leading me outside.

Thank you kindly Sarah always love getting feed back. Especially when it is that someone is enjoying the story. All the fam jam disappeared for a couple hours this afternoon so managed to do a quick little section. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Nicole just looked down at me and scrunched up her nose “You are pretty ‘tinky baby think we better get you cleaned up before my room starts smelling like a roadside rest stop.” I did not need any further permission and I raised myself off her and slowly crawled to the edge of the bed. Looking down at my now thoroughly used diaper it looked like it had bene through a war zone. While it had not spilled over or leaked yet the tapes seemed to have loosened a bit one of the top ones half tearing the plastic material on the front and barely hanging on. With the upmost certainty I knew one brash movement and the diaper was going to self-destruct. Gingerly I stood up leaving one of my hand to hold to side of the diaper where the tape was almost torn off. By this time Nicole had rolled out of the bed on the other side and was waiting at the foot of the bed looking fresh as a morning daisy, albeit one with a messy head of hair but perfect all the same. She stood patiently with one hand held behind her waiting for me to take it. I did my best to walk towards her but walking was a liberal use of the term in my state. More of a straight legged penguin waddle. I was deathly afraid of splitting open my diaper and spilling the contents everywhere as I knew if it were me I would probably not take it too well and I could only imagine the kind of punishment Nicole would concoct for me if it were to come to pass. “Coming slow poke or do you want to just stay in your dirty diaper a while longer.” Nicole teased as I inched myself towards her. “No I want out!” I blurted “Just trying to be careful as I do not want to make a mess of your room.” “Such a considerate little baby I have. Still hurry up I want to go to the toilet.” With that she reached back and just grabbed my free hand tugging me toward the bathroom. Keeping my straight legged strut going I had to waddle back and forth in quadruple time in an attempt to keep up and breathed a sigh of relief when she stopped pulling me as I reached the vanity of the bathroom. I actually felt a little tinge of pride well up from inside me that I managed to make it without disaster hitting. It was a short lived tinge of pride though as I watched Nicole sit down on the toilet and go about her business. “You are so lucky baby. You never have to worry about rushing to make it to the toilet on time instead you just get to just relax and continue on with your day knowing you have your diaper on.” She said in a sarcastically mocking tone as if to say she really wished she could be the one trapped in a diaper full of her own bodily excretions. On the continuation of the roller coaster of emotions I had been feeling since I first came to her door last night I once more dropped into a feeling of complete self-loathing and shame as I could listen to her relieving herself in the toilet while I stared down at my no longer pink diaper but more of an off brown coloured one. Momentarily I felt like collapsing onto the floor into a pitiful pile and just bury my face wishing it was all just some messed dream I was having. Before I could though I heard the toilet flush and looking up at the still bright and chipper Nicole she just walked over and gave me a quick little kiss then taking off the collar and then taking off my wrist cuffs. The whole time she gave me instructions “There are some grocery bags in the cupboard under the sink, you are probably going to want to triple bag your diaper there. Don’t you dare think of taking it off until you are standing in the shower. Be sure to give your diaper region an extra good washing. I am going to make us some breakfast I’ll be in the kitchen when you are done. Now don’t doddle.” With that she was out the door and I listened to her footsteps as she walked away. Turning to look at myself in the mirror I shuddered as I just stared at the sight before me. A grown man clad in nothing more than a heavily soiled brownish princess diaper. For a while I just stared into the eyes of my own reflection trying to figure out if this is what I wanted as it sure seemed to be what Nicole wanted. I had fled from Wendy in an embarrassingly childish manner in hindsight, now that I thought about it, despite everything I despised about her though I did have to say after being made to involuntarily mess yourself there was a bit of calmness I could take from the situation as Wendy was the one who would take care of cleaning me up always. Having to do it myself just seemed to drive home that I chose to do this. I could not blame being blackmailed for my actions I chose to comply with what Nicole asked and at any time could have just said no and walked away. Shifting my stance a bit hoping to find relief as the cold clamy mess was starting to itch I found none. Bending down I grabbed a few of the grocery bags Nicole had from under there then walked over stepping over the edge of the shower/tub combo and once inside started tearing away at the tapes on the diaper. As the last tab was pulled back the diaper dropped like a rock landing not so much with a thud nor a splat but more of a splud. Instantly the smell was overbearing and I struggled to keep the vomit that had started to climb up my throat down. The smell only worsened as I bent down to ball up the diaper and I quickly did so and tossed it into one bag and was about to toss it in another when I chanced to look down at my lower half to see most of my poop was caked onto my body still. Having never had to actually clean myself up I started trying to reason through my next action. Could I just shower and all of the waste would just rinse off? I did not really know as Wendy always just used the diaper and a ton of wipes to clean me. Looking around I spotted the toilet paper which seemed like a good choice. I leaned out across the toilet and was able to just reach a sheet of it and I started pulling it out and standing back up. Things were just coming up all Ryan though as I was pulling a string of toilet paper towards the tub still half crouched and leaning to the side my rear hit the facet for the tub. My rear still tender from the spanking last night I lurched to get away from it and lost my balance. No big deal except using my hand with the toilet paper to brace myself I managed to not plant it firmly on the toilet and as I crashed down in the tub my hand plunged into the toilet. For a second I was disgusted then I clued in I actually had chunks of poop caked onto my body as the toilet was just full of water. Regaining my balance I set to gathering the wad of toilet paper that followed my hand into the toilet and grabbing some not damp stuff this time not losing my balance. Managing to scrape off all the noticeable bits I tossed all the paper into the grocery bag and then doubled and tripled the whole mess setting it outside the shower. While still not a pleasant smell hanging in the air it was bearable. Tossing the bag aside I then turned on the water. Had a little bit of fun dancing between the hot and cold trying to find that happy sweet spot you always have to sort out with a new shower. The water was refreshing and revitalizing as with each drop I felt myself return closer to my normal cheery self. Looking around for soap all I could find see was a plethora of different shampoos and body washes and well a whole bunch of other bottle I had no real idea what they contained. Not being too ecstatic about having to wash with a heavily perfumed body wash. Flowers do smell better than shit. Having an uncharacteristic moment of OCD I spent forever washing my nether region. Pausing every now and again to get use to the fact I was now bare as a baby down there. Satisfied I was clean I got out of the shower and toweled myself dry before picking up the bag containing my used diaper and heading out to find Nicole. I was a little self-conscious as I walked through her bedroom and down the hallway to the kitchen as every window shade and blind was wide open. Kind of wish I had just wrapped myself in a towel. That train of thought stopped as I saw Nicole in just her sexy birthday suit cutting up some fruit at the counter. Tossing the bag in my hand aside I could not help myself and I walked up behind her wrapping my arms around her and kissing her softly along the nape of her neck before resting my head on her shoulder and looking into her adoring eyes. She just smiled and kept cutting fruit up fruit with a big smile on her face. Instantly I shot to erection my penis coming up between her legs and straining to rise more against her getting warmer by the second vagina. Turning her head to look at me with a slight look of surprise on her face “Someone is sure happy this morning.” She said playfully. “Maybe.” I replied as I rolled my eyes and brought my hands up using my finger tips to ever so softly tease and tickle her nipples which grew rock hard. “Stop it.” She said in a not so sincere tone and lightly slapped at my hands. Not listening at all I just held her in place and kept playing adding in a slight sway back and forth in my hips bringing my struggling to push past and stand straight up hard on to brush across her vulva. All the while I started kissing up from the nape of her neck and by the time I had reached up to her ear and was gently sucking on the lobe teasing it with my tongue. At that point Nicole just slammed down the knife and spun around to face me. In an instant things got hot and heavy as we recklessly groped and made out crashing into the cabinets and walls until I was able to position her to the table where I hefted her up and mounted her. Before long I had one of her legs pinned up by her head and was inserting myself into her and quickly ramping up to pounding her harder and hard. Something she just demanded I keep doing even harder. It felt like I was crushing my balls with each thrust but she still cried out for me to go harder and soon had her hands planted on my ass cheeks pushing against my bruised ass forcing me to go as hard as I could. Sweat trickled down my face and dripped off my chin as I kept the movement going all the while looking down amazed at the beauty of Nicole’s face as her lips parted to let out a moan of pleasure before looking into my eyes and it felt like there was not another soul in the world. I bent my head down and planted a deep kiss onto her lips and then raised my head up managing to catch a glimpse of movement through the patio window at the end of the table. Shooting my head right up to look out I saw a women just casually walking through the back yard. The mystery women just smiled at me and gave a polite wave. I slowed down in my thrust and just meekly smiled while waving back. “Don’t stop, not yet baby come on harder!” Nicole cried out. Not stopping my thrust I changed up from a deep pounding to more a casual paced gyrating. Looking down I spoke up “Uh I don’t know how to say this but some women just walked through you backyard watched us going at it giving me a wave then just disappeared into your garage in the back yard.” With a laugh Nicole casually said “Oh that is just Margret she rents the basement suite of my house.” Slapping my ass “Now get back to it if you don’t finish me I am going to have punish you for thinking you were grown up enough to have sex like a big boy.” Reaching up she pulled my head down and took my breath away with consuming kiss and I started back up jackhammering her. I was close to the point of finding release but could feel she was still building so I held back until at last I felt her body arch off the table and a slight quiver start to build and run down her body form her head to her toes. Slowing down the pace just a little bit I made sure to go as deep as I could and added a swirl to the movement and as if it was a perfectly choreographed dance we had just done ten thrust later we both let out harmonious gasps of pleasure. Slowing right down I continued to thrust away for a little while longer until Nicole managed to catch her breath and I exited her and stood up. Offering my hands she grabbed them and I pulled her up into a sitting position where we embraced and did a little light making out chest touching each other in a sweaty slick mess. Before Nicole got a stern look on her face. “Alright let’s go get you back in a diaper lil mister.” With that she hopped off the table and grabbed my hand pulling me to the front living room. In a half-hearted whine I protested “Do I have to.” Slowly dragging my feet as she led me. “Of course silly. It was you who practically begged me last night to keep you in diapers all weekend. After your display in the parking lot what kind of cruel horrible person would I be if I did not keep you nice and padded.” She said with a wink. As we entered the room I saw she already had a change pad laid out on the floor as well as some wipes, lotion, powder, a couple stuffers and of course a fresh new princess diaper. “Okay lay down for mommy.” I did as she requested and while laying down and looking up at her I asked “I know I kind of agreed to be diapered but do you need the stuffers and does it have to be the princess diaper. Don’t you have any other possible diaper that isn’t so pink?” “Well the stuffers are because we are going to be going out today. I have a few errands I need to run and I was thinking we could go see a movie. The extra padding is to ensure I don’t have to go change your diaper halfway through the movie.” She said as she kneeled down beside me and pulled out a baby wipe giving me a quick cleaning. “You are lucky I am in a good mood right now though as I do have some other diapers but I am fairly certain you would not like them but if you don’t trust mommy you can ask me to put you in them and I would be more than happy to.” She said finishing up wiping me and starting to rub in the baby lotion all over not just my diaper region but my torso and legs. “Do you want to wear something else baby?” I paused for a second thinking about saying yes but the poker face of Nicole left me worried “No you know best and I guess I will stick with the pink diapers.” I said with a hint of defeat in my voice. “Awww such a smart baby, mommy does know best.” She tickled my side a bit before saying “Okay lift up your butt.” I did so and as Nicole worked on centering the diaper and the stuffer she continued. “You know I think you are right though it is a little unfair of me having to provide you with all these cute diapers. When we are out today we can stop by a shop I know and you can pick out some of your very own. How does that sound? Put your butt down.” My face going white as a ghost. The only diapers I had ever bought in person were on that fateful day when everything went south with Jenn. I struggled to buy them then I still remembered how badly my hand was shaking as I tried to pay. The thought of having Nicole there who I am sure would love every second of it and make sure to embarrass me completely did not sound like fun. Changing my tune “It’s okay really I don’t think we need to go shopping, come to think of it these do look pretty cute on me I have to admit. I can just stay wearing them.” As I spoke she pulled up the front of the diaper and taped it on snuggle and giggled aloud when I tried to back pedal. Rubbing the front of the diaper she just looked at me and smiled. “Well if you really like them I hope they still have some in stock so you can buy them.” That did not go at all how I had planned it. Nicole stood up and grabbed my hands helping me to my feet. I had forgotten just how bulky a diaper gets once you start adding stuffer and could not help but think about how noticeable a waddle I had as she led me back into the kitchen. “Now sit down at the table and I will get you a sippy cup of milk and you can wait for to finish making breakfast, which I guess will be lunch it is almost noon I see.” Sitting down at the table I looked up at the clock on the wall noticed we had wasted the morning away with all of our fun. Soon a pink and green sippy cup was placed in front of me and I reluctantly picked it up and started to drink. Nicole for her part still showing off all her naked wonder just went back to the counter and continued preparing the food.

aldl4811 - Thank you kindly for the praise. It is a good bit more rushed in spots than it should be and there are a handful of sections that I wish I expanded on a bit more developing more fully but for a first attempt at writing a story in twenty years it will have to do. Going to be a little bit between chapters here now. Aside form contending with having to house my parents for a couple weeks more and them becoming ever so much more nosey I probably will not get near as much time to write. Definately not the next three days at least as now my brother his wife and five kids are dropping by because I needed to house more people. Onto the next bit of the story. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sitting around my dining room table I looked around to see my best friends and their wives everyone filled with joy and merriment. Last thing I recalled was falling back asleep beside Nicole and to say I was a little confused as to how I got there would be an understatement. Every now and again I was known to through extravagant dinner parties so everything seemed normal. My buddy’s wives were going on about how you can return any lululemon clothing no matter how old and they will just replace it. Not the most intellectually stimulating conversation for me so I started listening in on my buddies conversations as each one of them succinctly summed up how the management of our local NHL were completely incompetent and if only they were in control how they would manage to trade away all the poor players and get in return nothing but high caliber players. An even less intellectually stimulating conversation than the lululemon one so I returned to the former. Supposedly there is some cut rate discount sight you can get off season lulu clothing from. Seemed like the standard party conversation so I just sat picking away at the appetizers. Half remembering going out on a date with a girl and finding myself humiliated and punished. Was the conversation really that engaging that I had dozed off and had the whole thing as some kind of fanciful dream? The memories of it seemed so hazy now and the present seemed to be full of hyper-realisms. I also had to say while I had no recollection of making them the seasoned ahi tuna on a bed of wasabi on top of little watermelon squares was delicious. As I was drooling over the taste I felt an arm drape across my shoulders and I turned to see Nicole in a form fitting little black dress that accented ever lovely curve of her. The smile upon her lips and those darn eyes pierced me to my soul and I felt a wave of bliss wash over me until I processed the whole ordeal. If she was here then that meant the whole wetting myself in public and being dressed in diapers had to be true. Or had I known Nicole before and just dreamt the whole experience and this was the true reality. Seeming to see the look of confusion on my face she just smiled back at me. “Honey I think the boys could use a refreshment of their beverages.” With that we had a long passionate kiss which garnered a few cat calls from my buddies along with chastising from their respective wives telling them to grow up. Looking across the table I called out “James another old fashion? Stu that gin, lychee and grapefruit thing you love? Lastly James the cheapest finest coldest pilsner like beer I can find you?” All three just nodded their heads then I stood up. My three buddies burst out in uncontrollable laughter while their wives just commended Nicole on how cute she had me looking in my pink diapers. I literally felt my heart stop and froze as Nicole standing beside me dropped her hand to my crotch and started massaging it. “Yeap definitely soaked.” Her other hand just kept rubbing my back until I fainted. “Wake up sleepy head.” I heard Nicole whisper softly into my ear. Still half out of it I was trying to make sense of everything when I was jolted back into the present as I felt my nipple being violently twisted. “Oooouuuuuuuuuuuuuch” I let out in a prolonged scream. My mind cued back in and I felt my hands still secured to my neck and looked down to see Nicole’s hand massaging a very wet pink diaper tapped around my waste. Looking over my shoulder to catch a glimpse of those eyes she had a playful smile about her face as she grinned “Morning baby, have a better sleep the second go around?” Still wincing I rolled my eyes “Well I was having a wonderful dream until someone had to go and wake me up.” “oh poor baby wanted to sleep a little longer?” With that she set to tickling which sent me into fits trying to escape her hands but not having much success. “Are you awake now?” Laughing like mad and half crying I called out “I am awake, I am awake, stop please.” “Good, now as cute as you are just lying there in your pretty little diaper it is already ten so I think we should get a start to the day. Before we go too far though I have a bit of a personal question I want to ask you?” In a deadly serious tone I just looked her straight in the eyes “Well I don’t know how I feel about that I mean I am a pretty old school and reserved guy. Do you think we could go on a few dates first maybe court for a month or two and see how it goes before we start prying into each other’s lives?” Nicole just looked at me stunned pausing as she switched from looking down at my diapered crotch and back to my eyes with a confused look before giving a little chuckle and tickling me a bit again “You are such a dork you know that right?” “I might have been told that a time or two though I have never seen the resemblance of myself and a whales penis.” I replied with a deadpan expression on my face. Nicole just slapped me on my thigh “I am trying to ask you a serious question here.” Smirking to myself feeling I had been clever I answered “Okay what is it you want to know?” “Well how often do you ummmm” trailing of a bit as she seemed to be growing a little excited “umm have to go number two?” “Number two?” I was a little baffled by her question. A few seconds passed before it dawned on me “Oh number two.” I repeatedly slowly. “Guess I go pretty much every day. Just your average regular fella. Why do you ask?” “When do you normally go? I am just curious as I am planning on keeping us out most of the day. Don’t feel like having a messy baby out in public.” She seemed to be getting more and more excited as I swear I could feel her pert nipples poking me in the back as she pulled herself closer to me softly caressing my crotch and massaging it. “Oh well you are in luck I do some of my best thinking in the morning. Does this mean I might be getting my hands freed up and perhaps I can visit the toilet in between diapers? If you don’t want to you also do not have to feel obliged to diaper me back up again either.” I playfully said. I felt Nicole’s free hand slip down my back and I assume it went between her legs as I could feel her knuckles pushing against my diapered bottom which after the spanking from last night was feeling a little tender even with the padding. “About that, have you ever gone poopy in a diaper before?” I could hear her purr out. Turning my head away from her I stared at the wall and tried to let out a very convincing “No.” Despite all my time spent diapered those many years ago and having been made to soil myself countless times it was never something I enjoyed. I felt Nicole’s hand on my crotch grab my erect member. “It isn’t wise to lie to mommy you know that right?” Giving it a tight squeeze. Not that it hurt much but it got her point across to me. “Sorry, yes I have pooped in a diaper before.” I begrudgingly said. “So you have pooped in ‘your’ diaper before?” She asked again. “Yes I have pooped in my diaper before.” I managed to say before nervously taking a deep breath. I was not liking where this line of question was leading. Giving my member another playful but firm squeeze she asked “How many times? Remember do not lie to mommy or you will rue the day.” In defeat I answered as honestly as I could “I do not know how many times but more times than I could keep track of. It is not something I have ever enjoyed and I don’t really want to do it if you are trying to get around to asking me to.” With that she jerked me from my side and then climbed on top of me before engaging in a little intense kissing which grabbed my attention. Pulling herself away and sitting upright on me she started shifting her pelvis back and forth grinding it on my crotch. With one hand she pulled back her hair and let out a slight moan as her other started to fondle her breasts. Keeping up the grinding she then looked back down at me and with a wily smile plastered across her face she spoke in a commanding voice. “So are you saying you have done it countless times but refuse to do so for me? I think what you really mean is it is not something you really want to do but something you are going to gladly do because you know how much mommy would enjoy it right?” Being bound it was not like I had a choice as she could just leave me until eventually I just had to go. Seeing how excited she was getting was starting to get me excited and I kind of started getting into the idea. I reasoned if I was going to eventually have to go and it seemed to be bringing her to a level of excitement I had yet seen so it wouldn’t kill me to. I could just change right after anyways and then the unpleasantness would be over. I’d probably get to have some adult fun with her after as well. “Right baby?” Nicole repeated herself in an aroused but also a slightly annoyed voice. Closing my eyes and looking away ashamed I mumbled “Right.” Realizing in my head that I had just agreed to shit myself made me shaking in disgust at myself. The whole unpleasantness of the first time I had done so as an adult and having to walk across the grassy field. Wendy guiding me by the hand the whole way and eventually pulling me into the family bathroom to change me. Shimmying her way up my torso a bit she positioned herself so all her weight was resting on my stomach and continued to grind on me my stomach becoming a washed in her fluids as she seemed to be leaking like a fire hose. Reaching down with her hand she firmly gripped my jaw and forced my face to look at hers. I still kept my eyes closed though. “Open your eyes and tell me what you are going to do to make mommy happy.” So managed to let out between soft moans of pleasure. Slowly I opened them to be greeted by those beautiful blue eyes of hers that while still had the loving glint in them I now also saw a fierceness which cowered me into submission. “I am going to make a big poopie in my diaper for mommy.” With that I closed my eyes and tried to turn my head aside again. “Nuh uh baby you need to stay looking at mommy.” Her hand sliding down from my jaw and reaching her crotch where her with her fingers she started toying and playing with her clitoris. “Now go poopie.” Despite her forcing more and more pressure on my stomach I could not just go. Expelling waste into my diaper was something I only ever did when I could no longer possibly hold it or I was giving something to pre-emptively get me going. “I am sorry mommy I just don’t have to go that bad.” Breaking out of the trance Nicole had worked herself up into she looked down at me incensed that I had not done as she had instructed. I a quick motion she slid off me and was standing beside the bed. With an equally quick and forceful yank she pulled me out of the bed the clips holding my hands bound to my neck. Aggressively she pulled me over to the end of the bed before in an indignant voice she yelled “Squat.” I meekly obeyed her orders as she returned to the bed. Kneeling on it and facing me she started to play with her breast again before slowly reaching back down towards her crotch and parting her lips down below with her fingers. A few moments of seeing her in blissful ecstasy she then stared straight into my eyes before commanding. “You do not take your eyes off of me and you keep pushing as hard as you can until every last bit of poop is in your diaper.” A few tears slowly trickled down my face as I did as she was instructed. In the squatting position I now could feel that there was something inside me but I still could not bring myself to really try and push it out. For ten minutes I watched as Nicole brought herself to the verge writhing in joy her eyes closing as she swung her head about her hair dropping across her face in a sweaty mess. I wanted so badly to close my eyes but every now and then I would catch a glimpse of her baby blues so dared not to disobey her order. In-between gasps of air and moans was yelling out “Push, push harder for mommy.” Each time she did yell out I would try to push just a little bit harder until it finally started. I could feel the solid mass first push out until the tightness of the diaper on my halted it. The look on my face must have given me away as Nicole started to climax in a long session of pleasant groans punctuated by “Yes, fuck yes oh god yes” said with a hint of a laugh in there. I felt devastatingly mortified by what I had done and stopped pushing. In silence I just stayed in my squat fearful to move as I did not want to spread the bit of mess I had already excreted into my diaper. Slowly Nicole brought herself down, a large damp spot having formed underneath her, after relishing in the last few euphoric moments before they faded away she turned her focus back to me. “Are you finished going poopie baby?” Still keeping my eyes on here all I could muster was to shake my head no as more tears streamed down my face. Slowly she stood up from the bed and walked towards me. Her naked body glistening in the midday light streaming in from the window I wanted so badly to not be in a dirty diaper at that moment but to be in the nude with her our bodies pressed together my fingertips being able to trace out every curve on her body and explore every nook and cranny. She stopped when her vagina was right in front of my face. “Look how happy you made mommy baby. How about you take a quick little taste with that she buried my head into her crotch and inhaled the sweet smell of her juices as I instinctively started swirling my tongue around trying to please her. An approving moan escaped Nicole’s lips before she pulled my head away. “Now let’s see if mommy can help baby finish making a mess in his diapers.” Jerking me around by the connection of my bounds I stumbled forward dropping to my knees and much to my displeasure spreading the bit of poop I had managed to get into my diaper around. The feeling made me want to vomit. Moving around me Nicole positioned herself behind me and helped me back into a squatting position. With one arm wrapped around my waist squeezing my midsection and her other wiping away my tears before playing with my hair she seductively spoke into my ear “No push as hard as you can and do not stop until you are all empty.” In a partially cracking voice I said “I can’t, I am so sorry I just can’t.” “Shhhh shhhh shhhh, it’s okay baby you can and mommy will be right here to help you until you do. You were such a good boy for making mommy happy. Just keep trying to push.” A few more minutes ensued before I managed to get things moving again and once I had it did not seem like it would ever stop. The whole time Nicole just kept praising me for being good. I never felt good though as the poop first filled the bottom of the diaper up oozing up around my ball sack covering them. An image I shuddered when I thought of it, before it then started creeping up the back of my diaper until it seemed like it was going to pop out the top. Before it did though I stopped. Nicole kissed me on the cheek “Now that wasn’t so hard was it?” With that she stood up while giving my shoulder a little push back causing me to lose my balance a land hard on my bottom spreading the mass warmth to cover almost every other section of my body that was contained by the diaper. Then the smell hit me. While I had managed to stop the few lone tears that were making their way down across my cheeks internally I was bawling uncontrollably. Nicole released the clips that held my hands to my neck and then strode over in a powerful strut to the bed. She turned and smiled when she saw my bring my hands down to the diaper and with a finger poke it softly. Letting out a sigh of self-satisfaction she then propped herself up into a sitting position against the headboard. “Baby are you okay?” she asked in a concerned tone as she stared lovingly in my direction. “You remember the safe word if this is too much for you right?” I just nodded my head yes and in an attempt to try lighten the mood a bit for me I half-jokingly said “I already told you I am never going to admit that Frankenstein is his best movie.” Not really funny but it did help me refocus on Nicole and not the disgusting mess tapped to me. “Good well I need you to do a few more things for me before I can let you get all cleaned up.” She continued to say in her sweet voice. In disbelief I looked at her. This isn’t what was supposed to happen. After I soiled myself and she got off I was supposed to be allowed to go get cleaned up. Something I needed more than anything else right now after she pushed me back and I sat in it. That wicked smile of hers returned to her face and she just spread her legs. “We are going to practice your counting. You need to crawl over here and show me how happy you are that I helped you poop your diaper. On a scale of one to ten how happy are you right now?” I just grumpily said “Two.” “What? Seven you said? Well I am so glad you enjoyed this so much now crawl over her and get to work you need to make mommy cum seven times before you get to change.” I wanted to protest but instead just crawled over the end on the bed and moved my head down towards her vagina. Just before I started she chimed in “Have fun!” Nicole’s vagina was not the perfectly smooth and tight one looking like a neatly closed laptop that you see airbrushed in on porn. It was a little more unruly looking like an overstuffed laptop bag with a few sheets of paper or folders popping out. I for one liked it and just added to how much I adored her body. It was also the one pleasant thought I could bring to my mind as I shifted my body around to get into a good position. The smell and sensation of my mess as it cooled off were hard to shake though and despite my best intensions it took me a little longer than I would have liked to get Nicole to orgasm. For her part she just cheered me along which helped. When she hooked her legs around me she started sliding her heels up and down my padded rear just mushing things about even more, that did not help. Once I did get her going though I kept the momentum up and soon after in quick succession I had her going off in almost rapid fire. After each one she would count out the number it was and pull my hair causing me to come up for air and have me repeat after her. “Seven” I cried out as I finished the task at hand. My tongue tired and jaw a little sore I thought finally I can change out of this infernal diaper. With Nicole exhausted and in a bit of a daydream she just laid there not paying too much attention to me so I stood up and started to walk towards the bathroom intent on casting of the diaper that shackled my nether region. Having just cleared the bed I heard Nicole call out “and where exactly do you think you are going?” Freezing midstride I turned to face her and stumbled over my words as I tried to explain. “I just figured that since I did what you asked I could maybe just go into the bathroom and kind of start trying to get myself cleaned up. The whole feeling of the messy diaper is really not comfortable for me.” “Awww baby come back here for a minute.” Nicole said. I walked reluctantly back to where I was standing right beside her at the head of the bed each step just shifting the mess around more and making me get more and more desperate to get out of the diaper. “What do you want?” “There is no need for that attitude now little mister crawl back into bed and cuddle with me for a second.” She politely ordered me. “Nicole I jus…” She cut me off mid-sentence “Baby you are not deaf and I do not stutter, now crawl back into bed.” Her tone having changed to one a little bit sterner. Hanging my head I said “okay” and obliged her. I tried to just lay gently beside her but she soon had pulled herself right in close to me making sure her hands were moving the mess around my diaper. Her breast were touching my chest and I could feel the heat of her breath as she spoke. “Mommy feels so bad, her I was having all my fun and I forgot all about making sure my baby has a little bit of fun as well.” Looking at her a little puzzled I just said “Well if you really want me to have a little fun how about you let me get out of this diaper and maybe shower. I think that would be a blast personally.” Before I had even finished talking the corners of her lips were already starting to rise up into that telltale grin that let me know she was going to have some more fun at my expense. “You can change out of the diaper once you have fully used it.” With that she brought her thigh in between my legs and holding my messy diapered in place she started rubbing it up and down across my crotch. Cluing in to what she meant I just looked at her with puppy dog eyes “You cannot be serious?” “Oh I am you are not getting out of that diaper until you have made cummies. It can take as much or as little time as you want it to but you are starting to really smell so I am hoping you join in and help mommy make you happy.” “Please!” is all I said before she brought her finger to my lips and said “shhhhh” I just laid passively there for the first few moments as she worked harder and harder to get me excited. Rolling me onto my back which felt disgusting she kept her thigh rubbing my crotch while she engaged in a round of kissing before making her way down my chest and arousing my nipples with the tickle of her tongue. I do not know how she did it but I started to get hard and just wanted to mount her leaving the passive mode I grabbed her with my arms and pulled her back up and we passionately kissed a little bit more as my hips started to buck along with the movement of her thigh. She smiled at me as she pulled my arm guiding me to roll her over and mount her. Looking down at her messy tangled hair, tender lips and loving eyes I just wanted to actually be inside her so badly. Her breasts were bobbing up and down in a hypnotizing manner with thrust I made my force and pace increasing with each passing second. Her curvy hips and shapely thighs glistening with perspiration I could not help myself I took one of the arms I was propping myself up with and tried to reach down to free my now ragingly hard penis. Nicole quickly stayed my hand saying “tsk tsk now baby has to come in his diaper.” I just upped my effort. As repulsive as it might sound I found the mess in my diaper was actually becoming of a little bit of use as it for lack of a better term helped lubricate my penis as it rubbed against the padded confines it found itself in. I could only seem to manage to get myself just to the brink of release though before the whole thought of what I was actually doing would creep into my mind and take me down a few notches. It took the combination of a good twenty minutes of me frantically humping Nicole’s leg while simultaneously suckling on one of her nipples while playing with her other breast with my one had while she kept talking seductively dirty to me before I finally found release. Spent I collapsed on top of Nicole and she just kissed my forehead and brushed my hair a bit before tilting my head to look her in the eyes. “Are you happy?” I just shook my head up and down energetically before returning my ear to her chest and for a few seconds resting in peace to the sound of her heart beat. Then my sense of smell returned and oh my god my poop reeked. “Can I please go get cleaned up now?”

There I stood looking over at La Fortuna waterfall the cool fresh water washing across my feet. Enjoying the reprieve it offered from the muggy heat Costa Rica offered up. I had no clue how I had come to be back in Costa Rica, a place I had visited years ago, but it was such a tranquil experience I did not care to question it too closely. As I sat in the pool at the base of the falls enjoying the feeling of the sun beating down on me as a mist from the falls washed over listening to the thunder of the cascading water my eyes shut. Instantly I was brought round though as I heard a shrill cry from across the pool. On the far side I saw a man in the water unable to swim on the shore was a little kid in just a diaper starting to flail his arms about and cry out for help. Everyone else around the pool just sat transfixed on nothing while this man was drowning in front of his child. I called out to the nearest folk who never budged but just kept going on about their daily conversations every now and then contemptibly exchanging looks between the drowning man and myself as if we were some great hindrance to their own enjoyment. It was at this moment I realized I was clad in a diaper instead of my swim trunks. A disturbing fact but there was a man in peril. Seeing no one was going to move to the man’s aid I sprang into action. Diving into the water I instantly found I could not use my arms as they felt like they were anchored to my neck. Still not giving up I kicked away furiously with my feet managing to keep my head above water until I reached the flailing man. With no hands though I could do little and looking into the eyes of the panic struck individual I paused as realized it was me. The panic that was on the drowning version of myself face then transferred to my own as drowning me grabbed onto me trying to push himself out of the water. My head went under once swallowing a little bit of water as I managed to kick with my legs and come back up for surface. Half coughing out water half crying out for help myself I yelled “Let go of my you are drowning me!” That was all I managed to get out before once more I was submerged by the person I was trying to save. Struggling I kicked back to the surface a second time but it was only long enough to look around and see the crowd just looking at me contemptibly before I looked at the diapered child. To my horror it was me and the young face just grinned and waved goodbye as I sank back below the surface. Just as my head went under a women rushed over to the child and even more to my horror it was Nicole who hugged the young me tight as I vanished under the water. This time no matter how hard I kicked I just sank down deeper and deeper. Kicking like mad and thrashing about still unable to pull my hands free from whatever was binding them I realized it was a futile attempt to surface and just opened my mouth trying desperately to get a breath of air in but only felt the cold crushing dampness of water fill my lungs. My eyes flashed open wide as I was still frantically kicking out and trying to thrash my arms. I could faintly make out Nicole asking me “Are you okay baby? Calm down you are just having a nightmare.” As she hugged herself around me the warmth of her body brought me slowly back to reality. Which made me aware of something else. There was also a warmth coming from down around my diapered region. This snapped me right to being full awake and realizing I was wetting myself I managed to pinch off the flow. The whole time Nicole just gently just cooed “shush” to me as she continued her embrace and rubbing her hands up and down my chest. I took in a couple off deep breaths and said nothing as I felt ashamed with myself. The events of the evening before with the wetting myself in public, being put into a diaper, almost being discovered, allowing an amazing and beautiful women, who be that what it may I knew nothing about, to punish me as she saw fit never objecting and playing right into it to a point where I was more or less helpless and dependant on her. Added to all that I just had a nightmare which said women had just had to calm me down from and to top it off I had just half wet myself. I say half wet as I was still laying there with a full bladder and was going to need to finish relieving myself in short order. Nicole’s hand then went from up my chest to down to the crotch of my diaper and gave it a playful little squeeze which just sent my body into a ridged frozen position. Whispering into my ear “Awww is that what had you all scared baby?” Returning back to rubbing her hands up and down my chest to calm me “Just relax, you are such a good baby. Mommy put you in diapers just in case you wet yourself so we could spend more time snuggling.” With that she gave me a kiss on the nape of my neck. Breaking my silence I spoke up “Sorry for waking you up in the middle of the night. Speaking of which I really need to go to the bathroom would it be okay if you released my hands so I could?” “Silly baby you are already wearing a diaper.” Dropping her hand back down to my diaper and giving it a squeeze again. “Still lots of room left in it just relax and let go.” Leaving her hand resting on my diaper she continued “Do you want to talk about your dream?” “I really need to go Nicole, can I at least stand up?” I begged feeling the pressure building and trying to roll free from her embrace. Nicole held firm and just pressed harder on my diapered crotch. “Just relax baby and tell mommy all about your dream. You woke mommy up yelling ‘let me go you are drowning me’ then you started kicking me. I am glad I have your hands restrained or I am afraid what you might have done.” Realizing she was not going to let me up I relented, also I felt bad about kicking her, I told her the details of my dream. The whole time she just massaged my diaper crotch just enough to get me excited but not enough to bring me to full attention. As I finished up recounting my dream and saying how odd it was that I was the drowning man and the child as well my mind was brought back to the painful pressure on my bladder. Going quite I am sure Nicole realized what was happening. She stopped massaging the front of my diaper instead leaving her hand just firmly pressed there and laid in silence with me. Knowing I wanted so badly to relieve myself I kept trying and trying but just could not start wetting. Nicole for her part just snuggled in closer to me and after a few minutes passed started to tickle my side with her free hand. Before I knew it I had started to wet and in an instant Nicole stopped the tickling and with her hand resting on my crotch just started patting me again. “Good baby, good baby.” I tried to pull away and stand up as it felt like I was wetting forever and was bound to leak at any moment but Nicole kept her grasp on me. Then just like that I was done and could feel the moisture along my newly bald skin being wicked into the absorbent padding of the diaper. “Now that we have that out of the way. What do you think your dream means?” The sensation of the pee wicking up around my privates still had me distracted. “It was just a dream that is all. Sorry again for waking you.” “Just a dream?” Nicole responded in an incredulous manner. “You bruised up my legs kicking me so violently. Not to mention the deafening shout you let out. Obviously it has some under lying meaning to you, we need to talk it out.” In a more playful tone she started poking at my mid riff “Now spill the beans mister.” Unable to stop her with my arms bound I cried out in a fit of laughter. “I’ll talk, I‘ll talk just stop please.” Satisfied she halted her assault. “So what do you think it means?” “Uh well I guess it means I should go back to Costa Rica and hang around La Fortuna trying to be David Hasselhoff ala Bay Watch. You know I have the hair for it.” I said turning and sticking my tongue out at Nicole. She just giggled. “I don’t know if I want you trying to be a lifeguard any time soon sounds like it did not do you too well in that dream.” Playfully brushing my hair she continued “I think there is something grander at foot.” Cocking my head to look at her I replied “And that is?” “Well let’s just state facts. You just had a dream where an adult version of yourself was seen arms up in the air panicked and about to drown.” She paused “Correct so far.” I added “No one else seemed to notice the version of you drowning and if anything just looked down at you with contempt.” She continued. “Yeah people can be jerks when you are in your dream and need saving.” “Then heroically at a disadvantage you as the active player in the dream swam across and tried to save the adult you. Despite your best efforts though you could not save the adult you and sunk down all the while a child version of you just smiled and waved you good-bye.” “Yeap young dream version of me is a real a-hole I think. Would have helped I think if my hands were free as well.” I held up my cuffed hands attached to my collar and stuck out my tongue at her again. “Maybe but I think there is something more going on.” She stopped to ponder a moment. “You hate yourself for liking diapers don’t you?” Stammering a bit I could not even respond playfully. I let out a disingenuous “No, what makes you think that?” “You are stressed about your work as well aren’t you?” She continued with the inquisition like questions. My guard dropping I answered honestly. “A little I guess.” “Tell me what has you so stressed.” She said the whole time just running her hands up and down my body. Not knowing why I just broke into a full explanation. “Well I am good at my job, I know I am and all my managers have always ranted and raved about my abilities and work ethic. Everything they have lauded me for I have deserved and that keeps me always striving to be better. Lately though I have been feeling as if I am a fake and a sham. On the weekends I cannot help but run through my head all the possibilities of things that are going to go wrong and fret about things I might have done to lead to everything going wrong. It kind of works out as when the new week starts I have already ran everything through in my head so either nip it in the butt before it is an issue or already know how to respond to it if the problem grows to be a bit larger. All the same it always feels like I am standing on a cliff edge and the slightest breeze is going to push me over.” “Awwww” Nicole let out as she gave me a suffocating hug. “Thanks for sharing baby, now was mommy right about you hating yourself for liking diapers?” “Yes. It, it is just complicated. I was introduced to diapers against my will but found myself really liking them even when I knew I shouldn’t. Due to that introduction I have had a steady hate that has built up in myself every time I play in diapers and while I do find it enjoyable for a short period of time. Once that time passes though every ounce of common sense in my body is chastising me for having enjoyed myself.” I answered as I tried to curl up into a ball and pull away from her. She never let me pull away though and just followed by curling up even tighter around me. “I think your dream was your subconscious mind trying to tell you that you need to accept your diapers and explore them with me. The flailing version of you that sank was obviously your work anxieties and you trying to keep them afloat was a sign of you not wanting to think about anything else. Then there was the cute bit where there was a happy young you with me to console you. Seems to me to be what you really want.” “I guess you could look at it that way.” I said not entirely convinced. Nicole continued on starting to rub the front of my diaper “You have nothing to be ashamed about in your diapers around me. I’ve been searching for a little cutie like you and I never want you to feel bad wearing around me.” I felt a little bit of weight off my shoulders and cocked my head to meet her stunning eyes as she added in a sly manner. “It doesn’t mean I will not be forced to embarrass you in your diapers from time to time but you’ll have earned the punishment. For now let’s just work on getting you to accept you like diapers.” With that she placed her lips on mine and we started a make out session. The feel of her hair, the taste of her lips, the smell from our combined sweat sent my mind to a blissful place. I wanted so badly to be able to have my arms free so I could toss her about and rip off my diaper breaking into passionate lovemaking but she would not let them free. Instead I had to put up with her teasing and playing with me knowing she was building me up the whole time. A short time of letting me diaper hump her leg in frustration where I got close but never to the point of release she rolled me back into little spoon and nestled in behind me. “Time to get some sleep baby we have a big day tomorrow.” Frustrated but not wanting to let it show I just replied “Okay, can I get changed before we go back to sleep though?” Nicole just grabbed my thumb on my hand and shoved it into my mouth. Not knowing what else to do I just sucked on it. Nothing but silence prevailed after that and eventually I felt the guiding hand of Nicole drop off as I stayed sucking on my thumb until I too was overcome by sleep.

“Hmmmm I am going to guess a puppy no wait a baby giraffe?” I joked as I stood there nervously with my pants pulled down and diaper laying at my feet. Nicole just shook her head at me “You are a special one aren’t you. That is going to make this all the more enjoyable.” With that she pulled out one at a time a pair of leather cuffs and ankle restraints looking over her shoulder at me as she did. “You got us matching bracelets? Aww you shouldn’t have.” I continued on joking. “Oh Ryan there is so much I need to teach you.” She said as she turned and walked by me. I could not help but watch her walk by with her ample breasts free and on display. I was fully aroused and it showed. “Looks like someone is enjoying himself all the same.” With that she swatted my behind as she passed. A mumbled “Ouch” escaped my lips. Those hundred smacks having done a number on my rear. Seconds later Nicole passed by again tossing a towel across the bed. “Lay down on the towel baby.” She ordered. “As you wish.” I said as I awkwardly crawled into position my feet still all tangled up in the pajamas. Laying on my back I looked up at her “Now what?” “Well first we need to get your top off you, arms up.” I did as she instructed and she pulled the shirt off. “Now we are going to get these restraints put on you.” With that she grabbed one of the leather cuffs and buckled it tight onto my wrist. Once she was satisfied it was on snug enough she pulled my arm to the corner of her mattress and then reached under bed quickly pulling up a strap with a d ring on it and clipping my hand into place. “But that was my high fiving hand.” I whinnied “What if the Queen of England walks in here, I can’t just leave her hanging.” “I guess you will just have to apologize to her for being such a bad boy that you needed to be punished.” Grabbing the other cuff she climbed on the bed straddling my chest as she set to securing my other wrist. Her crotch only inches away from my face I could tell she was getting excited by the dark patch that was forming in her panties. “Liking what you are seeing baby? If you are good enough I might just let you try putting that tongue of yours to work.” As she pulled my other arm over to the corner of the bed she laid across me her breasts rubbing along my arm that was then secured. As she sat back up I instinctively tried to pull my arm to follow but only managed to move a few inches before it was stopped. Seeing my frustration Nicole just laughed “Awwww is baby unable to reach mommy?” as she slid of me and returned to her dresser. Pulling off the PJ bottoms and tossing my wet diaper aside my legs were in turn strapped into cuffs and then pulled to each corner of the bed before being secured. “There we go all safe and secure.” Nicole climbed back up onto the bed straddling my mid-section and focusing her attention on the raging hard that stood at attention like a totem pole. Gently she started to caress my dick in her hand “Looks like someone is very happy to be all strapped down. Whatever do you think we should do now?” She brought her free hand up to her face placing a finger on her lips and rolling her eyes. Sensing my excitement she started pumping her hips so her now sopping wet panties would just ever so slightly brush up against my dick. “We could have crazy monkey sex” I blurted out as I vainly tried to thrust my hips trying to make more substantial contact than just a simple brush of my tip. Chuckling to herself “You think we should have crazy monkey sex do you?” I just eagerly shook my head yes as she picked up the pace of her thrusting. “Well I guess we could but I think you need to do something for me first.” Her teasing my dick was unbearable. I wanted to just be in her so I shouted out “Anything.” With a smirk on her face she looked into my eyes. “I want you to tell me why I need to punish you and beg me to do it.” She just kept up with the teasing of my cock. Desperately wanting to get it on I started talking “Pretty, pretty please will you punish me I was a bad boy and never wet my diaper when you asked me to.” I thought that was good enough but Nicole just let go of my cock and stopped moving. “The spanking was for not wetting when I told you. Come on you can remember why mommy needs to punish you can’t you?” Taking another stab at it “I am sorry mommy I forgot that thought I was a big boy but could not hold it and I peed my pants in public and made you have to put me back in diapers. Can you please punish me so I don’t do it again?” I added a very pouty look on my face for emphasis. “Hmmm you did pee your pants in public and deserve to be punished for that so I guess we will just keep you in your princess diapers for the rest of the weekend. That is not why I need to punish you think harder.” “Do I have to wear diapers for the whole weekend?” I asked before I felt Nicole’s hand grab my balls and give them a quick squeeze causing me to wince. “That did not sound like someone begging to be punished” Tugging at my restraints I realized just how vulnerable I was when it dawned on me what she was after. “I am so sorry mommy I am just a little boy who forgets easily can you pretty pretty please with sugar on top help remind me why I should never be late when you tell me to be somewhere at a certain time.” A smile grew across her face. “Well if you really think you need some help top remember that rule I guess I could punish you if that is what you really want?” Playing along I eagerly replied “Mommy knows best and I think she should do whatever she thinks will help me remember to be good.” “Alright!” She excitedly said before climbing off me and standing up. Patting my leg she turned and left the room calling out. “Don’t go anywhere on me now.” With that she disappeared and I was left to just lay there naked on her bed. My mind starting to play games with me as I was becoming self-conscious about just laying naked in what was in essence a stranger’s home. What did she have planned as a punishment for me? What if she was secretly a man hater and was just sharpening up a knife to do some cosmetic surgery down stairs on me. Just as that thought flashed through my mind Nicole returned holding a pair of scissors. “Did you miss me?” She giggled as she snipped the scissors closed a few times for effect. I must have had a look of fear in my face and I know I struggled in futility to wrest myself free from my binds. Jumping onto the bed Nicole nestled in beside me her breast coming to rest across my chest as she stroked my hair with one hand. Her other hand held up the scissors and she just snipped them close a few more times in front of my face. “That’s it baby keep struggling to get free mommy likes to see a good show.” I was bucking and trying to pull free the whole time she just laughed at me. “I think I left a pot of water boiling at home I really need to go can you release me please Nicole.” I frantically said as she just stayed laying on me amused at my panic. “But we haven’t finished your punishment yet and I know how badly you were looking forward to it.” “Please just let me go.” I said even more franticly as she slid herself down my body until she was at my crotch. Grabbing my cock in her hands as I continued to thrash about she held up the open scissors and with a gleam in her eyes said “You better stay still I wouldn’t want to accidently snip off anything.” Giving my cock a gentle squeeze. “Now let’s get started shall we” Nicole said calmly. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck I thought in my head what had I gotten myself into as I laid motionless heeding her advice. Closing my eyes not wanting to see what happened next I just felt a tug of my pubic hair then heard a snip. “Oh that’s what you are doing?” I said with a sigh of relief. Nicole paused “Wait, what did you think I was going to do?” Embarrassed by how I over reacted I tried to play it cool and calm. “Oh nothing.” As I tried to look away from her and nervously whistled a bit. Plucking out a pubic hair from my scrotum “I asked you a question baby, it’s not nice to lie.” “I thought you were going to cut off my penis with the scissors.” Nicole burst out into a fit of snorting and laughter. “Awww poor baby I forgot how over active a little boy’s imagination can be.” Giving my stomach a bit of a tickle which set me back to squirming. “Oh is someone a little bit ticklish?” With that she dropped the scissors and went full on tickling my sides which sent me into violent spasms of giggling and trying to pull free to protect myself. “Silly boy.” Nicole commented as she stopped the tickling. “I don’t think you need all this nasty hair anymore so mommy is going to make it all goo bye-bye for you.” With that she went back to trimming up my pubic hair. A few minutes later she stood up and disappeared back out of the room. Coming back in a minute later with a tub some sticks and a bunch of sheets of paper. Laying it down beside me she dipped one of the sticks into the tub and then smeared the scalding hot wax across my chest. “It burns, it burns, it burns, it burns.” I kept crying as she just smiled and then placed one of the sheets of paper over the wax pushing down hard. “Well next time you better make sure you show up on time.” In one swift motion she ripped the paper off my chest taking with it a swath of chest hair. “Ahhhhhh mother fucker!” I screamed out. Nicole gave me a slap across the face then pointed her finger at me scolding me “mind your tongue young man.” “Sorry I just did not expect that. Those hairs were pretty deep I think.” I managed to say into between gasping for air. “The first one is always the most painful. Okay ready for the next one?” Nicole chuckled. “If I have to okay.” Still grimacing from the sting of the first strip. More of the scalding hot wax was globed on me which did not feel great but was nothing to the pain I felt as the second strip was tore off. “Ahhhhhhhhh, I hate you I hate you” I cried out “That one hurt as much as the first one” Continuing on she spread more of the hot wax over my chest and tore another strip off. “Fuckkkkk me in the rat hole.” Nicole gave me another playful slap across the face. “Language baby I warned you.” “I am sorry.” I said in a crying voice “I normally do not swear this much.” She just kept working on me. Rip! “ahhh Kelly Clarkson!” I yelled out in-between groans of pain. Nicole stopped for a second and looked at me. “You are not seriously quoting from the forty-year old virgin right now are you?” Looking into her big blue eyes I managed to say “Maybe.” “You are a dork you know that right?” Nicole asked as she crawled back off the bed and returned to her dresser. “Maybe.” I answered once again. Reaching into the drawer where she pulled out the cuffs from she then pulled out a ball gag. “I don’t want you keeping the neighbours awake all night with your screaming as we are just getting started.” Returning to the bed she climbed on top of me. “Open your mouth for mommy.” I did and soon the gag was in place and tightened around my head. It did very little to keep me quite though as each strip tore off me let to a new series of muffled screams and sobs. If I thought the chest was painful I did not understand the meaning of pain as she then set to work on my inner thighs which seemed to me at least ten times worse. Still not near as bad as when she set to work on my scrotum. By then the wax was cool enough to not instantly burn but oh my god it was excruciating with each strip she pulled off it. I think she purposefully did it in multiple small batches to extend my misery. Finishing up my front she released one of my hands guiding it down to my crotch. “Doesn’t that feel so much nicer now that it is smooth?” All I could do was whimper from behind the ball gag. Bringing my hand over to the other she secured it and point by point she had me swap where my limbs were restrained so I was soon laying on my belly. “Oh your bum is already starting to turn a nice shade of purple.” As she softly rubbed her hand over my ass cheeks before just delivering a few flicks from her fingers making me jump with each flick. “Just a little bit more to go baby then we will be all done. I just need to grab some more wax.” I heard her walk out of the room and just laid there with tears in my eyes just hoping the next few strips would not hurt as much as the last ones had. Nicole’s footsteps grew louder as she returned to the room happily humming to herself. “Alright let’s get this over with, you’ve taken your punishment so well.” She commended me. I felt scalding hot wax again this time being spread between my ass checks and she made sure to get some in my anus as well. I tensed up and squirmed trying to get away from the pain but Nicole just landed a swat on my bottom which caused me to cry into my gag and I just laid motionless. Feeling the strip being firmly pushed into place closed my eyes and braced myself for the impending pain. But nothing happened slowly opening my eyes I tilted my head as best I could to look back at Nicole and saw her smiling at me as she held up her cell phone snapping pictures. “That one is a cute one, look up at mommy and show off your gag.” She encouraged me. I just closed my eyes again and cried. A few seconds later I felt the stinging pain of the strip being pulled off the last bit that tore the hair out of my perineum was the most painful yet. I was full on sobbing by the time Nicole had finished up with the wax. Lost in my own world I did not even realize as she loosened the ball gag and took it out of my mouth, nor when she secured a collar around my neck before letting my arms loose only to pull them up and secure them to the collar. Through tear soaked eyes I looked into Nicole eyes. “Thank you mommy.” “Your welcome baby and since you were such a brave little boy I think you deserve a reward.” With that she playfully toyed with removing her panties offering me little peaks of her smooth mound before just sliding them off her legs. Next she started to fondle my growing penis and in no time I was fully erect. Positioning herself on top of me she slowly started to ride my cock gradually picking up in pace. “Do you like how that feels baby?” Nicole asked as she started to get more and more aggressive which each thrust. All I managed was an “Uh huh” in-between my quickening breaths. “Now no cumming until I tell you.” With that she was riding me hard and I was using every bit of control to keep from blowing my load. “I’m going to cum, I can’t hold it.” I cried out in ecstasy trying to pull my hands free from my collar to slow Nicole down. She just smiled “You better not come until I say so.” As she added in a nice little gyration to accompany her rocking hips. Her one hand slowly brushed across my chest tweaking one of my nipples. “Sorry” I cried out as I found release. At the same moment Nicole twisted my nipple hard setting me off into a bizarre mixture of ecstasy and pain. Still riding up and down on my shaft Nicole looked down angrily at me “Did I say you cold cum?” Ashamed I averted my eyes form her gaze and said “No.” Dismounting from my softening cock she released my ankles from their binds before laying down beside me. “Since I did not say you could cum in me you are going to have to clean me out.” Pulling my hands she directed my head to in-between her legs and spread them apart. Nestling into position I started by kissing the back of her knees and made my way up slowly doing the same to her inner thigh just getting close to her vagina before heading back down her other thigh to the back of her knee. Nicole shifted about in anticipation and I could see wetness dripping from her but still I took my time using my tongue to tickle her thigh as I worked back ever so slowly towards her vagina. She had started to thrust herself at me each time my tongue neared but I was having a bit of fun teasing her like she had teased me earlier. Unlike myself who was bound and could not just grab on Nicole was not and before I knew it she had two handfuls of my hair and was pulling me to her vagina. Setting to work on her clitoris I lashed my tongue about paying attention to how she responded as I played around with the tempo, direction and pressure finding her sweet spot. I felt her body quiver as she shook while her thighs clamped around my head “Oh yes, fucking yes.” Nicole let out in a loud moan. I kept going even as she tried to pull away getting rougher I was using my nose to push up against her mons pubis while I continued my tongue work out adding in a playful nibble along the way sliding my fingers into her teasing her from the inside with them. For twenty more minutes I kept bringing her to climax to a symphony of here screaming out in pleasure and telling me how good it felt. In a sweaty mess she finally pushed my head away and pulled me back up into a laying position beside her. “Where did you learn to do that? Nicole asked still panting. “I’m a people pleaser, just like to make people happy.” Planting a kiss on my lips she lingered a bit before pulling away “Well mission accomplished.” I just looked adoringly into her eyes as she started to run her fingers through my hair. In silence we just laid for a half hour. Nicole finally broke the silence “How did you feel about tonight? I have to admit from the time you showed up on my door step I was excited and when you were desperately trying not to pee yourself in the restaurant I had to bite my lip to hide my arousal. From there it was just a constant struggle to contain myself. Not saying but just going to say I want to keep you around.” My heart melted as I saw the look of sincerity in her eyes. “Well for starters why does anybody ever get waxed that was the most painful thing I have experienced in my life. I had a wonderful evening all the same. The whole trying to keep from going to the bathroom was actually fun and exciting. I felt so ashamed when I did wet myself but it was a good ashamed. I have already told you about how I like diapers so getting put in one in your car was a mind blowing experience. Could have done without the co-workers seeing me in child’s pajamas but I am sure they will only make fun of me a little bit come Monday…… Being bossed around and scolded as a child was also good fun. The spanking and like I said waxing hurt but it seemed like you were having fun so I just tried my best to grin and bear it.” She embraced me and we kissed a bit more before I pulled away wearing a silly grin across my face. “If you are wanting to keep me around I am more than happy to stay. Just saying.” “Well than I think it is time I get my baby dressed for bed.” With that she got up and opened up one of her dresser drawers pulling out another princess diaper along with some wipes, powder and baby oil. “Lay down in the middle of the bed for me baby.” I happily did so and enjoyed the feeling of having her clean me up before massaging baby oil all over where she had waxed me. The whole time I just kept my goofy grin plastered across my face. Finished with the baby oil she sprinkled me liberally with the powder before taking a deep breath in. “You smell so wonderful, just like a baby.” Pulling up the front of the diaper she then taped it shut and patted my padded crotch as she looked down at me. “Now remember you are in diapers for the rest of the weekend okay?” I just nodded “Okay.” “Alright now that that is settled lets get the bed cleaned up.” Remaking the bed as the blanket and sheets had become a tangled mass during our play time she then tucked me into the bed. My hands still being firmly secured to my collar. “I’ll be right back with a bottle for you then we can go to sleep.” I could only admire her naked frame as she walked away. Thinking to myself how in the world did I manage to meet such an amazing women. When she returned she turned off the light then climbed into bed snuggling up behind me I could feel the warmth of her breasts as they pushed against my back and I could feel each breath she took and soon found myself matching her rising and falling chest. As I did she placed the teat of the nipple in my mouth and I sucked back on the bottle of warm milk. Before long fading off to sleep to a series of blissful dreams.

With that she popped the pacifier back in my mouth and I just stood in awe of how beautiful she was as she pulled herself close to me and methodically unbuttoned the rest of my shirt. Running her hands across my bare chest she feigned moving in for a kiss. A move I bought completely and closed in tilting my head to great her luscious lips. At the last second she pulled back and with a smile said “Be a good little boy for mommy and you might get to kiss me.” She then grabbed a couple of my chest hairs giving them a firm tug and ripping them out which caused me to grimace. Not as painful as the ball sack hairs but still not pleasant. “Now let’s finish getting you dressed.” Her hands grabbing the two sides of my shirt she roughly jerked it off my shoulders and pulled it free of my arms. I stood very aware that I was now topless wearing very juvenile looking pajama bottoms and with the brilliant pink waist band of my diapers poking out over the top of them. Nervously I looked from side to side hoping no one would notice me as Nicole carefully folded up my shirt and placing it aside before rummaging around in her shoulder bag and pulling out a top. Holding it open she instructed “Okay arms through for mommy.” An act I was already doing the second she held up the top for me. Fishing my arms through Nicole then pulled it down over my head. Giving the tight fitting tee a tug to ensure it was pulled down. Her hand then pushed firmly against my crotch the thick padding doing little to hide my state of arousal. “Someone sure seems happy to have his mommy dress him.” With that she just winked as she opened up the passenger door to her car and guided me into the seat buckling me in. As she shut the door I could only look down at myself and question what I was doing. With no resistance I had wet my pants and then allowed Nicole to not only diaper me but dress me up in a tight fitting set of superman pajamas more fitting for a five year old than a thirty-five year old. The closing of the driver side door snapped me out of my thoughts and I looked over to see those eyes of Nicole’s again just looking at me while her face sported the biggest smile I ever laid eyes on. “You are just too cute.” She said before starting up the car and pulling out of the parking lot. Reaching out her hand I took it as we drove back towards her home, the whole time I just happily hummed along to the radio behind my pacifier. Nicole seemed to know she had my unwavering attention casting me a loving glance every now and again before returning her eyes to the road with a smug look of self-satisfaction across her face. As we neared close to her home my feeling of joy slowly faded away as Nicole turned into the parking lot of a Shopper Drug Mart. My humming tapering off I looked towards Nicole with wide eyes hoping for some kind of explanation. She seemed to only become happier seeing the look of worry on my face and she remained quiet until she parked and turned off the ignition. Looking towards me she pulled the pacifier out of my mouth and spoke. “We just need to run in here for a minute to grab a couple things.” Shaking my head I replied. “I can’t go in there dressed like this, I mean I do not even have shoes on.” Her face mocked my own pouty face “Awww poor little guy can’t go into the big bad store.” Pushing out her bottom lip for emphasis. “Funny thing is you are going to go in there dressed just like that and I am pretty sure you are going to like it.” With that she pulled her hand free of mine and gave my padded crotch a rub before patting it and getting out of the car. Way too quick for my liking she was opening the door on my side of the car and gently tugging at my hand to get out. I obliged and stood up after taking a deep breath. Looking down at myself in the too tight pajama bottoms that I noticed were too small for me and the leg cuff rested a good eight inches above my ankle. While my top did cover me down to the waist band of the pajama bottoms it was just barely and if I bent over I knew my pink diaper was showing. If I was worried about my diapered state being exposed I should not have been as without my plaid shirt hanging down to conceal the bulge between my legs it was obvious I was diapered. “I don’t know if I can go in there dressed like this.” I pleaded once more with Nicole. “Well if you really do not want to go in you know what you need to say.” Nicole said as I just stared at her in silence. With no response she just pulled me along after her issuing a warning “One more objection from you and you will rue the day you didn’t listen to your mommy.” In silence I just followed her which only made me more aware of how crinkly my diaper was as with each step it seemed to yell out to the world. Crossing the threshold at the entrance to the store I breathed a sigh of relief as it was not busy in the least. There were still a few people mulling about and as I walked by them being pulled by Nicole there were some sideways glances given. When I finished being pulled I looked up to see we were in the baby supply aisle. “Mommy is running low on wipes and powder baby how about you grab some?” Looking into those eyes I wanted to object and was just about to say something when I saw her eyes turn from compassionate and loving to angry and authoritarian. Not wanting to face her wrath I just grabbed the highest placed package of wipes and baby powder bottle. Looking to Nicole for approval she just looked back at me disappointed. “Actually baby those store brand wipes are not very good can you grab the Pampers ones off the bottom shelf? While you are down there grab some baby oil.” Doing a quick shoulder check to each side making sure no one was around I crouched down and grabbed the Pampers wipes and oil. Nicole just giggled “You are so cute.” With that she tugged at the back of the exposed waist band to my diaper which caused me to quickly stand up and try to hike up my PJ’s tossing the wipes, oil and powder into the basket Nicole was carrying. Placing her free hand on my rear Nicole just squeezed it. “Someone is being a good little helper for mommy.” With that she gave me a quick peck on the cheek which while making me blush it did fill me with a bit of joy and instilled a little bit of confidence in my diapered self. Nicole then pulled me along parading me up and down various aisles. I did not know what she was looking for as I assumed we had grabbed what she needed. What I did know was that a couple of teenage girls must have thought I looked hilarious as after I was dragged past them they both burst out in laughter. I just looked down at my bare feet as Nicole continued dragging me up and down each aisle until she found what she was looking for. “Okay baby you need to grab a couple of those waxing kits.” I thought it was a bit of a random request but I did as asked. Having to bend over again I froze as I heard even louder bursts of laughter coming from the teenage girls. “Oh my god!” the shorter one said to the other “you were not lying he is wearing a diaper, and it is pink!” another burst of laughter ensued. Slowly I stood up avoiding looking in the direction of the girls as I placed the waxing kits into the basket. Nicole just pulled me close and with her arm wrapped around me started to console me. “it’s okay baby they are just jealous of your cute diapers, we can go check out now.” With that Nicole strode confidently towards the girls dragging me in toe making them step aside for her. I could not make eye contact with the girls as I just stared down at the floor as I passed listening to their laughter grow. One of them even smacked my ass which made me jump out of shock more than anything but still I kept my head down and followed Nicole. Ringing in the purchases the elderly lady at the till just eyed the two of use with suspicion before calling out “That’ll be $96.35.” “You got this baby?” Nicole smugly said and for a second I reached for my wallet only to realize I did not have it on me. Nicole just laughed at me before reaching into her shoulder bag and handing me my wallet. “Here you go now pay the nice lady for your supplies.” Meekly I looked up to the elderly lady and said “MasterCard please.” I then typed in my pin and grabbing the bagged items I was led back to Nicole’s car. She once again opened the passenger door and guided me to sit down before doing up my seatbelt. Before she stood up thought her hand shot down the front of my pajamas and I felt two fingers sneak in the leg cuff of the diaper. “Still dry!” Nicole sounded as if she was surprised. With that she withdrew her fingers and looked me in the eyes “Now baby you nothing to feel ashamed about using your diaper. That is after all why I had to put you in one, to prevent any accidents.” Kissing me on the forehead she then closed my door and walked around the car climbing into the driver’s seat before turning the key and setting off down the road. Within five minutes we were at her place and she was soon leading me into her house. No sooner had she closed the door behind us then I was pulled around and we found each other locked in a passionate embrace. For a good ten minutes we made out bringing me to full arousal my erection being frustrated from standing right up by the diaper that was tightly taped around me. With the most loving eyes I had ever seen she just stared at me “Yeap you are going to do just fine. Now I need you to wet your diaper for me baby.” With that she dragged me into her living room pulling down my PJ bottoms so they were stuck around my knees. My initial reaction was to wish to be anywhere else but deep down inside I was loving it. “Wait a second though I just want to run the supplies you bought into the bedroom.” And so she grabbed the bag from Shoppers and disappeared down the hall. It gave me a good chance to try and get a little less excited as I wanted to wet for her and in my current state that was just not going to happen. Try as I might thought I was just too excited and Nicole returned before I knew it. “Okay baby wet for mommy!” She ordered standing back to watch me. I was still too excited though and could not. After a couple minutes Nicole seemed to grow impatient and added. “I still need to punish you for peeing your pants in the parking lot. For every minute that passes until you wet your diaper.” She made sure to emphasise the ‘your diaper’ bit as she traced a finger across my face. “You are going to receive one spank.” With a smirk she continued “and they are not going to be light.” Nicole just saying that got me back to full arousal and it was made all the worse when she pulled me into the middle of her living room and sat down watching me as if I were a TV. “Come on baby wet your diaper for mommy.” Every couple seconds she would rub the front of my diaper though so I could not shrug my erection. “That is ten spanks you have earned so far.” She whispered into my ear. “Do you need mommy to grab you a beer to help you wet?” Half annoyed I was not able to just let loose, the other half annoyed because of sexual frustration I just nodded yes. Nicole disappeared for a few minutes to the kitchen returning with a beer for me and a glass of white wine for herself. Handing me the beer she did a quick diaper check before proclaiming “Still dry. That is fourteen spanks now. Better drink your beer.” With that she walked by me and sat down on her couch kicking up her feet on an ottoman and just watching me struggle to pee with my PJ’s pulled down to my knees and nothing but a pink diaper covered in princesses and unicorns to greet her eyes. I practically chugged my beer and each time I closed my eyes and focused on emptying my bladder Nicole would start to cheer me on. “Come on baby, wet your diaper for mommy, Prove to her how little you really are.” I just could not go. Seeming to grow a little bored Nicole told me “Well you have earned yourself twenty spankings, I am going to watch TV when you have to go you need to let mommy know. If you call out and do not go though it is an extra fifty spankings. Conversely if you do wet your diaper without letting me know that will be an extra hundred spankings. Understand?” “I understand.” I replied. “Now that we are home I need you to let me know you understand and call me by my name.” Nicole stated. “I understand Nico” I trailed off as I saw a frown draw across her face. “I understand mommy, sorry.” “Awwww I knew you were going to be a good little boy for me.” With that Nicole turned on the TV. “Now make sure to wet yourself soon.” Ten minutes passed before anything else was said then Nicole reminded me “Thirty spankings baby.” Sure I was ready and could force out a stream I called out “Okay mommy I am going to wet.” In an instance Nicole jumped up from her seat and walked over to me rubbing the front of my diaper vigorously. “Are you sure you have to go baby?” She softly spoke into my ear in a femme fatal voice. Ahhhh I instantly was becoming aroused again. Try as I might I was too excited to go and I knew my struggle was lost. After a minute of playing with me thought my diaper Nicole said “Well I guess you did not have to go, you are up to eighty-one spankings now.” Frustrated I asked “Can I have another beer please?” “Well since you asked nicely okay but this is your last one.” Nicole then disappeared to the kitchen before returning with a cold brew handing it to me. “Now unless you do not want to be able to ever sit down again I suggest you do not bother me until you really have to use your diaper.” She said in dispassionate voice. Before returning to the couch and binge watching Veronica Mars while nursing her wine. Trying but not being able to wet myself I started to peak over my shoulder and try to watch the show. Nicole had to correct me though and added another rule. “Every time I see you look over your shoulder to watch TV it is another spank. You are meant to be my entertainment not to watch entertainment.” I went back to focusing on wetting myself and as I was staring up at the ceiling for another good ten minutes that Nicole was sure to remind me of per minute how many spanks I was up to. At long last I finally felt my bladder budge. “Mommy I am going to pee now.” Nicole leapt up and tried to pull the same trick of rubbing me through the diaper as last time but before she could get me excited I was full stream. As the warmth of my pee spread across the diaper I heard Nicole let out a barely audible moan. “Your diaper feels so nice.” Nicole said as she started to rub the wet padding across my man hood. As I finished I have to say it felt so good but I never expected Nicole to just keep rubbing my crotch through the diapers. With her free hand she grabbed my hand and pulled it to her jean waist band. “You are not the only one who is wet baby.” She then guided my hand down the front of her jeans and she was not kidding it felt like the Amazon River was flowing from her privates. This only made me more excited and I started to massage her privates until she abruptly pulled me hand out of her pants. Practically hanging off me she looked into my eyes. “Before we can play I do believe you owe me, well let’s round up, a hundred swats to your behind.” “I have never actually been spanked before.” I stammered out as Nicole took my hand and led me to her room. I felt so pathetic as I had to shuffle with the PJ’S around my knees and a drenched diaper around my waist. “Well hopefully this will be a good lesson for you to learn you need to do what mommy says when she says it.” With that she let go of my hand. I just stood in the doorway to her room as she undid he plaid shirt first and tossed it aside. Followed by that she pulled off her tank top before making a little show about removing her bra in front of me. “Do you want to see mommies boobies?” she asked. I just nodded my head feverishly up and down. “Well then I want you to stick your thumb in your mouth and start sucking.” A small price to pay to see some big ole perky boobies so I had my thumb in my mouth in no time. Smiling at my obedience Nicole then continued to unclasp her bra and release her ample bosom. The sight of them only set me to sucking harder on my thumb. Nicole spoke up “My pants are going to be as wet as yours if you keep that up.” Sexily she did a bit of a strip tease undoing the fly of her jeans before shimming out of them. She looked so damned sexy as at the end of her routine she kicked her jeans away. Dressed in only a pair of black panties with pink trim and a bow adorning the middle she sat down on the edge of her bed before looking at me. “Okay baby lay down over mommies lap so she can punish you.” Thumb still in my mouth I shuffled over to her my diaper crinkling the whole way. Taking one last breath before submitting I soon found myself bent over Nicole’s knee. Before she started she said once more “Remember if it is ever too much just let me know what Mel Brooks movie is the greatest.” With that she rained down five stiff blows that never really hurt because of my padded bottom. Resting her hand on my diapered rear she rubbed her hand around for a little bit before asking “How did that feel baby, hurt?” Not knowing to not tell her the truth I said “I didn’t feel a thing.” In one swift movement Nicole my diaper down to my ankles before delivering five short stroke slaps to each of my butt cheeks. I squirmed a bit as she asked “How about that? Feel it at all?” While it did sting a bit I was not going to admit it. “Nope didn’t feel a thing unless that summer breeze was your spanking?” My sarcasm was paid for in the next few blows as Nicole would smack me as hard as she could leaving me to jump a bit and try to wriggle off her lap. She held me firm though and would just genteelly rub my behind in an irregular pattern before landing the next blow. By the time I had reached thirty by Nicole’s count I was starting to feel it. “Are you feeling it now baby?” Nicole said in a syrupy voice. My writhing about a dead giveaway I lied not wanting to admit the pain I was feeling. Besides I could feel the warmth growing from the crotch of Nicole as she spanked me so how could I not play into her whole spanking game. Twenty half strokes were then landed to each of my cheeks. By this point I was trying to wrestle free from Nicole’s grasp. “That is seventy only thirty more to go baby!” she exclaimed. The half strokes then changed up to full punishing blows to my bottom. Each one making me try to leap free of her lap. Nicole diligently though just hooked two fingers under my collar bone beside my neck so each time I lurched forward I was met with more pain and repositioned myself on her lap. Each blow was really hurting me now and determined to not cry out I tried to fight back the tears. I had gotten into a rhythm of accepting her blows as she counted them out up to ninety. I could feel my rear getting warm and knew that tomorrow I was going to be sore but I still could not let Nicole know she had hurt me. “Only ten more spanks left how are you feeling baby?” Bluffing I called out in my bent over position “If I wanted a massage I would have gone to a spa.” “Is that so?” I felt Nicole’s hand grip deep into my collar bone and force me down before anything. Then her hand landed down with a force I was not expecting and I let out a yelp. Without relenting she repeated the process before at ninety-six I cried out “Mel Brooks greatest movie was Young Frankenstein!” Nicole stopped the rain of blows for a mere second before I continued “Is never a phrase I will ever say.” With that I could feel the joy Nicole took as she spanked me as hard as she could for four more blows. “Well that was fun wasn’t it?” Nicole asked as she playfully rubbed my stinging bottom. “Still I think we need to still punish you for being late tonight. How about a hundred more spankings?” With that she rained down one laast blow. “No I am good, I am good” I whimpered out. “Well I still need to punish you, whatever should I do?” Nicole said in a playful manner. “Oh wait I know something that I can do that will kill two bird with one stone.” With that she walked over to her dresser and pulled the drawer open looking over at me. “What do you think I might have in store for you?”

Alright this is where I trailed off in my initial drunken writing (have maybe another four pages worth of writings) so updates will probably be coming a little slower after this. If you have persevered through the numerous spelling mistakes and incoherent plot lines I intend to make a third less mistakes going forward. On the other hand if you wish for me to just end it here it would make my life easier to not have to actually develop a conclusion to the story. Pierry love the feed back my friend. Even if I do not know what rsrs means....... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The hissing sound and growing dark patch emanating out from my crotch and down my legs made it abundantly clear I was wetting myself. Thinking I should try to stop the flow I did not and instead I stood frozen in place with my eyes closed and a look of relief plastered across my face. I could feel rivulets of urine streaming down my legs and soaking my shoes before spilling over onto the pavement. A solid minute passed as I just continued to go Nicole by this point having spun me to face her and just let out a string of tsk tsks while shaking her head. When I finally finished I opened my eyes to see her grinning ear to ear. The relief from having emptied my bladder was short lived as it dawned upon me that I was standing in plain view of everyone in the busy parking lot. Just as my face turned to one of panic Nicole chimed up with a sympathetic but concerned tone in her voice. “Awwwww did my little boy have an accident? Mommy should have known better than to trust you could be a big boy.” Placing her hands on my shoulders she looked me up and down surveying the damage “Yeap looks like little Mr.Piddle Pants really had to go, I don’t think there is a single thread on your jeans you didn’t drench.” A slight breeze passing by caused me to shiver slightly as my piss soaked jeans started to cool as they stuck to my legs. Embarrassed I asked “Can we just go back to your place please.” “Ohhhh it is nothing to be ashamed of baby, little boys like you are bound to have accidents from time to time. Sure we can go home.” Nicole said sweetly. I went to pull open the passenger door but just my hand reached the handle Nicole pushed on the door. Laughing she exclaimed “You don’t think I am going to let you just sit in my car in your pissy pants do you?” “I guess not.” I said in a quizzical manner. “Just stand there for a second and I’ll help get you sorted out.” With that she opened up the rear passenger door and dove into her large shoulder bag. Pulling out a changing mat she unfurled it shaking it out a time or two just enough so she could see me start to blush. Laying it out on her backseat she looked at me “That should help protect mommies car now come here and lay down.” With that she grabbed my hand and pulled me to the open door and I then sat down on the mat before she pushed me back into a laying position. This is not the first time I had seen a changing mat, Wendy had made sure of that, so I knew what was coming but I played it like I didn’t. First she undid my shoes and tossed them aside along with my soaked socks. Next she started to work on loosening my belt I asked “What are you doing?” As I weakly tried to push her hands away. She smiled and just gave my hands a playful slap. “Now none of that baby. I can’t have you sitting around in your wet stinky pants, what would people think of my parenting skills? I am just going to get you out of these wet clothes.” With that she tugged my pants and underwear right down. Realizing I was naked in the public I quickly tried to pull them back up which led Nicole to slap my hands again. Protesting I said “Not here, what if someone sees?” In one fluid motion she reached into her shoulder bag and retrieved a pacifier placing it into my mouth. “That is enough out of you for now. You did not seem to mind pissing your pants in plain view of everyone like a little baby. At least I am being discrete in laying you down in the car to get you diapered up like a baby.” With that she finished pulling my pants and underwear off tossing them to the ground with an audible plop. “Now what do we have here. Seems my little guy is a little excited to be getting put into a nappy isn’t he?” With that she playfully wiggled my penis. “But babies do not have all this icky stuff.” With that she grabbed a few pubic hairs and violently ripped them out causing me to squirm. “We will take care of that tonight before you go beddie bye.” Bringing my arms to my face I just covered my eyes not wanting to see the process to come. I could hear Nicole pull wipes from a package and soon felt her working her way up and down my legs with the cool wipes before settling in around my crotch and taking her time cleaning my ball sack and dick. Each time I started to get aroused she would pull a couple pubic hairs out. Always causing me to wince and groan behind the pacifier. Satisfied with me being clean on my front side I heard her order “Lift your bum up hun.” I did as instructed then was forced to squirm a little bit more as she made sure to really get in around my anus probing farther than I had been probed before with her finger. As I laid with my legs raised up and her finger in my bum I heard footsteps walking towards the car. In an instance Nicole had removed her finger and slapped my inner thigh causing me to lay flat. I still had my face buried in my arms so could only feel a disposable diaper being loosely tossed over my groin before the passenger door was pulled closed up against my dangling legs. The footsteps gave way to voices and I could tell it was a couple who were laughing caught up in each other’s world. Trying to lay motionless and not even breath I waited as they sounded to be coming closer and closer until the chirp of a remote unlock sounded a car over. I do not know why but slowly I could feel myself getting aroused and I felt my penis raise up pushing the folded diaper on top of it aside. A few seconds later I heard two car doors slam shut and the neighbouring car come to life. Only a moment later they were gone. I breathed a sigh of relief and taking my arms off my face I strained my head up to see what Nicole was up to. It seemed she had not been idle during the ordeal and had pulled out a garbage bag which she was tossing all my wet clothing into. I could see her cast a glance around the parking lot before pulling the door back open “Now where were we.” With that she grabbed the diaper lying just off my crotch and fanned it out. I must have gone a couple shades more crimson as I noticed it was not just a diaper but a pink one covered in princesses and unicorns. Noticing my colour change Nicole spoke up “I know aren’t they just adorable!” Seeing me go even a brighter shade of red she continued “don’t worry they just happened to be the diapers I had on hand. If you are good tomorrow I will let you pick out some of your very own. Now lift your butt.” Loving the experience I obliged and lifted up so she could slide the diaper under me before she paused a second “Now this just won’t do” she said as she wiggled my fairly hard member. “Are you going to settle down or will I need to help you out?” she smiled playfully all the while slowly running her fingers up and down my shaft before tickling the head of my penis with her finger tips. “I’ll give you to the count of ten to lose the erection before I will be forced to make you lose it.” Grabbing some baby powder she liberally sprinkled it on me. “One. Two. Three. Four.” Finished with the powder she squeezed a burst out at my face covering my shirt in the sweet smelling powder. “Five. Six. Seven.” She returned to playing with my penis. Trying as best I could in my head to think unsexy thoughts it only seemed to make me think of sexier thoughts and I grew harder. “Eight, Nine………….” Nicole let the last number linger as it rolled off her tongue. “Ten.” Without warning she cupped my balls in a death grip crushing them before slamming her hand down hard onto the top of my penis. I let out a scream from behind the pacifier as I instantly lost my erection. She smirked to herself “That’s better.” With a stiff smack to my inner thigh as I rolled back and forth in agony she barked out “Lay still unless you want me to do something more painful to you.” Meekly I obeyed as she then drew up the front of the diaper. Making a few minor adjustments she pulled each of the tabs one by one securely placing it on the front of my diaper rubbing them to make sure they stuck until I was snuggly secured in my diaper. Rubbing me a bit through the diaper she patted it and happily exclaimed “There we go all safe and protected now.” With that she grabbed a pair of superman pyjama bottoms from her shoulder bag and grabbing my hands ordered “Stand up.” I looked at her from behind the pacifier and shook my head slightly resisting her pulling me up. I mean there had already been a couple people come right close to seeing me getting put in a diaper. There was the constant sound of cars coming and going from the parking lot and I did not feel like standing up so they could all get a good view of my diaper. My hesitance did not seem to sit well with Nicole. “Come on baby stand up so mommie can get some pants on you unless you want to just parade around in your cute little pink diapee.” I still was hesitant to stand up so Nicole continued “Either you stand up and we can get these bottom on you or you can stand up and walk home on your own. The choice is yours but you are going to stand up right now!” The emphasis she put on the right now had me leap up from the seat. Standing in the parking lot half hidden by her car I saw a car drive by the occupants seemingly too engrossed with eachother to pay me any attention. My hands slowly went to the edge of my shirt trying to pull it down as low as I could to hide what I had taped around my waist. “Lift your right leg baby.” I did as asked and I felt the one leg of the pajamas being pulled on. “Now lift your left leg.” Following her instructions I did that as well and once both legs were in Nicole pulled the Superman pajama bottoms up before praising me with a very loud “Good boy! Now let’s get that shirt off you.” No sooner had she undone the first button than I heard “Hey Ryan is that you!?” From across the parking lot. I did not even have to turn I knew that distinctive voice in an instant. In that same instant my face lost all colour but Nicole did not miss a beat. Nicole slid her hand up to my face caressing my cheek before pulling out the pacifier softly she whispered into my ear. “Just relax and you will be fine.” With that she smacked my padded behind. Turning I saw Jeff and Randy walking towards me with three girls hanging off of them. They had obviously made good use of their time in the bar as they all seemed rather loaded. As the five of them stumbled towards me I could only wish that they would stop and turn around. Or perhaps an errant tractor trailer would come veering through the parking lot and hit them. Okay maybe I did not need something that grissly to happen but I did not want them to come closer yet that was exactly what they were doing. “I told you Jeff, you did not want to believe me that it was Ryan but I knew. You owe me a drink now.” Randy loudly bragged. “There is no way I am buying you a drink I never even doubted you when you said it was Ryan.” Jeff exclaimed the neither of them really taking the time to bother talking to me. I was okay with this as I moved in behind Nicole trying to hide what I was wearing. Composing myself I spoke up “Hey guys I see you are off to a nice start on the evening. Who are your friends?” Randy just looked at me “We are not doing too badly so far.” Looking to the girl on his right he nodded “This is Natasha.” Cocking his head to the left. “This is Mandymindycindybindylindy? I Don’t know. Natasha actually brought her out to meet you but you are just too good to hang out with the crew aren’t you MR.Bossman…..” In anger the girl on Randy’s left ripped his arm off of her “For the last time my name is Tara you ass.” Trying to recompose herself she flattened out her form fitting dress before leaning in for a hug. I had hopped with Nicole in the way she would be deterred and for her part Nicole just stepped aside and let Tara hug me. Taken a bit aback I greeted Tara ending the hug as quickly as I could. “Nice to meet you Tara. I’m Ryan.” With that Tara turned to look over her shoulder “Now how hard was that. Your friend only just met me and knows my name.” Looking back towards me she just batted her eyelashes while fidgeting with her hair “So you are these guys boss or something?” Tara was hot I am not going to lie. Easily ten years younger than me I found myself doing a double take in her direction as she looked yearningly at me. Feeling a hand grab my padded rear and give it a squeeze I heard Nicole speak up “Oh you work with these guys? Well when were you going to introduce me?” Without giving me a chance to say anything Nicole carried on “Hi I am Nicole, I am Ryans girlfriend” On saying girlfriend Nicole made sure to glare at Tara. With that she shook everyone’s hand. Pausing to give a crushing shake to Tara which sent the poor girl back to Randy. “I can’T be the only one who has noticed.” Jeff spoke up. “What’s with the pj’s there Ryan, past your bedtime or something?” I had a momentary look of panic wash across my face. I ran my crew with an iron fist the last thing I needed was for it to get out I was wearing kids PJS and worse wearing a pink princess diaper. Nicole jumped right in though “Well that is actually an embarrassing story.” I looked stunned at Nicole as she left an awkward pause. She wasn’t about to tell the guys what I had just done was she. With a loving look she just cupped my hand in hers. “We were having dinner and Ryan was telling me a story about how he got lost in NYC and could not find his hotel room. So in desperation he found a group of homeless folk and befriended them before passing out only to wake up and find three of the four had seemed to believe he was a demon but the fourth started to praise him like he was a god.” I was hoping she was going somewhere with her story. “Well I swung my arms out asking if he was some kind of idiot and in the process knocked his fresh beer off the table on to him.” Looking at me she continued “That was a pretty dumb thing to do Ryan.” Focusing back on the group “Anyways here I was all embarrassed having dumped a beer on my cuite” That phrase drew chuckles from Randy and Jeff. “Feeling horrible I remembered I had this pair of pajama bottoms in my car so rather than sit in soaking wet clothes Ryan humoured me and put them on. I feel so embarrassed but he was such a good sport” Jeff looked at me as if something was fishy “So you just happened to have a pair of superman pajamas that fit a grown man?” I was confident that in the twilight glow fo the setting sun the bulge around my waist was not prominent but I needed to shift everyone’s focus off my pants. “Okay enough about my choice of pant, aren’t you going to introduce your lady friend Jeff, you know it is rude to not.” “Thanks I thought no one would ever ask, I’m Eve.” With that she left Jeff’s side and gave me a quick hug. “So what are you guys up to tonight anyways thought you would be at O’Doyles until last call?” I asked. “Well we would still be there if it had not been for Randy.” Jeff started off “You know Big John right?” “Yeah the trailer park drug dealer guy?” I responded. “That is the one. Well you see Big John seemed to take a fancy to Natasha there and felt he could just grab her ass and nobody would say boo. Our boy Randy here figures he is some knight in shining armour so he smashed a three quarters full pint upside Big Johns head.” I cut Jeff off. “You did what Randy? Are you a freaking moron you know if John sees you again you are dead right?” “Well he should not have grabbed Natasha’s ass.” Randy said before in turn wrapping his arms around Natasha and grabbing her ass. “It’s mine and mine alone.” He managed to get off before the two started making out. “Alright so Randy proves he is the idiot I think he is. He smashed the pint glass across Big John’s head then what? I don’t imagine John took it that well?” Jeff started up again “Well we don’t really know what Big John thought about it as he just dropped into a heap on the floor.” “Randy knocked out Big John? 5’6” 170 pound Randy knocked out 6’7” 300 pound Big John?” I said in disbelief. Coming up for a moment of air Randy added “Well he should not have grabbed Natasha’s ass that is just disrespectful.” “You know no one from the crew can go to O’Doyles again or John is likely to kill us even though we had nothing to do with it right?” I tried to drive home the gravity of what he just did. Randy just shrugged and continued making out with Natasha before looking over to Tara. “You want in on this?” Tara just scowled at him. “What are you two up to anyways?” Jeff asked “You want to join us down the street El Cortes has two for one tequila shots!” before adding “I could use some help keeping Randy in check.” Randy pulled away from Natasha and excitedly added “Yeah you need to come out Ryan we will all get wasted then afterwards we can all just have an orgy.” Natasha pulled away from his embrace “Is it still an orgy if you are all alone?” “Aww you are breaking my heart girl.” Randy sad looking all hurtful at Natasha. “So what do you say Ryan going to bring your ole lady out and have some fun with the boys?” Slapping me hard on my shoulder. “Ah I think Nicole and I might just call it a night, besides I don’t know if superman PJ’S meets the dress code of El Cortes.” I said. Nicole was not going to let me get off easily she looked at me in excitement “You know I could use a night out on the town, tequila sounds like fun.” I looked anxiously at Nicole, why was she encouraging them. I couldn’t go out dressed in a diaper. Jeff spoke up “It’s settled then you guys are coming out let’s go.” With that Eve and he started walking across the parking lot in the direction of the bar. Nicole softly tugged at my arm to follow before I managed to speak up “Sorry guys I think I am just too old, this week kind of wore me down so I think I am going to head home. Natasha, Tara and Eve it was a pleasure to meet you look after these two fools” as I gestured at Randy and Jeff “I need them able to dig a hole come Monday.” Nicole playfully just nudged me saying “Aww your no fun.” With that she reached her hand in back under my plaid shirt and tugged my diaper up by the waist band. “You guys all have a fun night but I think I am going to go home with the party pooper here.” With that Randy looked me in the eyes then just shot the gun symbol at me with his hand. “I get what’s going on.” With that he turned around and walked away with Natasha helping to prop him up. Tara looked back at me with some sadness in her eyes before I felt Nicole grab my rear through the diaper. Nervously I stuttered out “You do?” No sooner had Randy gotten five strides away then he started the chant “Ryans getting laid, Ryan’s getting laid, Ryan’s getting laid!” Soon all five of them broke out into course and I had to listen to the chant as they disappeared out of the parking lot and heading down the street. Turning to Nicole I managed to get out “I am so sorry.” Before she passionately set upon my lips playing it just right between sucking, and pulling away tauntingly with just a hint of teeth biting onto my lip as she pulled away. I felt myself grow weak in the knees and had to lean up against her car to steady myself. “Alright baby let’s get you back home there is so much I want to do to you right now.” Nicole said as I looked deeply into her amazing eyes. An obvious glint of mischievousness and fun hiding inside them.

Tick, tick, tick, tick the clock on the wall brought me back from my reminiscing. Why did I have to run out with Wendy’s purse that night? I thought I would just forget about those two chaotic months once I had freed myself. I never could though. By the time I was actually able to flee I had completely associated diapers with sexual arousal. That thought has always stayed with me, an internal scar on my psyche that has yet to heal even ten years later. A silent urge that always sat in the back of my mind and over those years led to a rabid cycled of binging and purging on diapers. No wonder Jenn left me. What kind of women wants a guy who only gets excited by thinking of diapers. Sighing to myself as that thought dwelled in my mind I leaned back in my chair. Happening to look over to the clock on the wall and instantly I shot up. It was a half hour past quitting time. I still needed to get home and cleaned up for my big mystery date with MommyDomme. Quickly saving my work and shutting down my computer I shot out the shop door. By the time I got to my truck I realized I had left my phone on my desk so I sprinted back to grab it before finally getting into my truck and trying to speed home. Already six o’clock and I had to get cleaned up and to her house by seven. I was pushing it and she had made it clear that I better not be late. Wanting to make up a bit of time I decided to go down a couple back streets to avoid traffic. Sometimes it works out great and I can shave ten minutes of my commute. Other times though you get to wait for a train to pass. This was one of those times. I was so anxious and each clack of the rail cars as they passed felt like a little tap on my head marking the seconds going by. There was no way I was not going to be late. All the anticipation and excitement I had been feeling all week disappeared as I started to worry that I had ruined my chance. Her last two messages to me had been warnings not to be late and here I was going to be late. Not just by a little but more than likely fifteen minutes. The train passing I sped down roads I should not have been going that fast on but I did and thankfully no police were about or I would have gotten a nice little ticket. Reaching my house I bolted in through the door taking stairs two at a time as I rushed up to my bathroom and quickly stripped and showered. Once I was all nice smelling I then set to work trying to pick something to wear for the night. While we had mentioned my diaper desire and a few other kinky things I quickly pushed the thought of diapering up out of my head and decided I best just try to make myself as appealing as I could and then we could get into the fun side of life. Pulling out my best fitting pants and form fitting plaid shirt I quickly set to ironing them before throwing the ensemble on and then checked the mirror quickly. The looks decent wagon never passed me and I was looking as put together as I could muster. A hasty slicking back of my wavy hair and I was running back down the stairs and out to my truck. Knowing there was no way of getting to her place on time I sent a message via fetlife trying to apologize for my tardiness then sped off. My emotions were riding a roller coaster as each light I hit I was either in a manic state thinking the best thing in my life was about to happen and then at the next light I would convince myself it had to be all fake. Probably just some random guy reeling me trying to rob me or something, best case it is just someone having a laugh at my expense by sending me to a random house. It just kept going back and forth, forth and back until I reached her house. Nothing fancy just an old war time bungalow. It seemed to be looked after with a couple nice flower gardens running alongside the sidewalk to the front door. Okay it did not look like a house of someone who was trying to Shanghai me. A quick check of my phone showed she never did reply to my message saying I was going to be late. That left me a little worried. One last check in the rear-view mirror to make sure I looked presentable and a deep breath for confidence then I was out the door and standing on her front porch. Pushing the doorbell I heard a chime ring out and before it had even finished the door flung open. “Hey baby!” Her voice rang out sweetly and seemingly lingered on the word baby. Before embracing me and planting a big kiss on my lips. Her hands slyly running down my back during the embrace before she gave a firm two handed squeeze of my tush. This caused me to jump a little bit before she just laughed and grabbed my hand dragging me in the front door. I was left speechless. While we had shared a couple pictures and even did a very short video call I did not realize she was going to be as beautiful as she was. 5’8” with dark flowing shoulder length hair just resting ever so slightly on her shoulders. Her smile was one that radiated with kindness and joy. A pair of blue eyes topped it off as I could not even tear myself away from the mesmerizing qualities as she pulled me along. Not having her face to look at I did find myself staring down at her shapely rear which struggled to contain it’s splendor in her skin tight jeans. Once we were inside her sweet charming demeanour turned to one of domineering mischievousness. “Your late you know?” She stated matter-of-factly as she turned to face me. “I am going to have to punish you for that.” “Sorry I just got held up at work. I feel really bad but I never had your number to let you know I was running a bit late.” I tried to offer up as a lame excuse. It was hard to come up with one much better as I soon found myself distracted by her blatantly obvious cleavage. The tight fitting tank top she had on was barely containing her breasts which I found myself unable but to look at. “I do not care why you are late when I give you a time you need to know that you must be where I tell you at that time.” She stated as if it were gospel. “Hey eyes up here Ryan.” She laughed. “Sorry.” Was all I could get out before turning away to look at a poorly painted landscape she must have done at a paint night or something unable to bring myself to look her in the eyes after just being busted. Her hand just brushed my shoulder giving it a little squeeze. That was enough to draw my attention back to those amazing eyes. “Not as sorry as you are going to be later tonight, I promise you that.” She said sultry into my ear. “Lucky for you I am not ready myself so you don’t have to worry too much about what I am going to do to you but just know if you are ever late again, your ass will be feeling it.” With that she just let out a giddy laugh before quickly pecking me on the cheek and retreating down the hallway which I assumed led to her room. My mind was racing with what she might have in store for me. I mean she had up to this point in time been fairly forth coming in that she had plans for the evening. Never one to count my blessings it still seemed like things were coming up Ryan. I was brought to my senses as she called out before closing her bedroom door. “There is beer in the fridge you should have one.” Who was I to argue with a request like that? Popping the top off the bottle I started to peruse around her kitchen and living room looking at the pictures she had on the wall. Nothing that seemed abnormal. Just friends and family with some pictures of horses and dogs. I was so engrossed in looking at the pictures that I never even noticed her come back out from her room. Two arms quickly wrapped themselves around me. “Hey snoopy!” She said in an excited tone. “Hey, you never told me you rode horses.” I posseted while looking back over my shoulder at her and swigging back on my beer. Man her eyes, they just stop you in your tracks. “I rode when I was younger but living in the city it is a little harder than when I was on the farm.” She answered. “No way farm girl hey, I grew up riding horses myself I’ll have you know. We should go out to my folks place sometime and do a trail ride.” Because after having met a girl in person for all of ten minutes that is something you should offer. She just went along with it. “Well one day we could but I want to ask you one thing right now and I need an honest answer. Are you really interested in everything you talked about in our messages?” “Of course, why else would I mention it?” I glibly replied. Once more I could not help myself but look down towards her cleavage, hidden a bit more now that she through on an almost matching plaid top as mine. “Just as long as you are sure as I really want to explore those interests with you and perhaps push you a little further than you thought you would go. If you are just saying you are into things as you think it will endear yourself to me know that it won’t.” She seemed to have taken on a very businesslike tone. “Honestly” there was a slight pause. “uh is this a horrible time to admit I never did get your actually name? All the same rest assured while I may not have tried everything I listed in my interests but I am more than willing to give it all a go. Might just have to go slow on a few of them as I am new. Other than that you lead I follow, easy enough.” I answered. Her face lit up. “Well in that case you can call me Nicole for tonight, we will sort out how you address me after when we get done playing. Speaking of which from here on out consider me to be testing you. You will need to do as I ask or we will just call it a night. No harm no foul.” I nodded in understanding. “Unless you say Young Frankenstein is the best Mel Brooks movie ever I will take it you are enjoying yourself and I will keep the night running on my own accord. All you have to do is admit that and we will stop. Understand?” “There is no way in hell that I am ever going to say that.” I stated. A stiff smack fell across my backside. “Language.” Nicole yelled as she held a finger up in front of my face. “Sorry” I replied once more in a bit of tongue and cheek manner. “Don’t let it happen again.” Nicole tapped my nose with her finger at the end of each word. Knowing she had talked about how she liked the little side I hammed it up. Hands behind my back and looking down at my feet while I paced back and forth “I won’t let it happen again.” Satisfied with my effort Nicole patted my head “Good because mommy would hate to have to spank you.” With that she gave another playful spank to my bottom. I was getting excited but what she said next had me more so. “It feels like my little boy is trying to act like a big boy and isn’t padded up?” With that she ran her hand slowly down my side before resting on my rear and giving a solid pinch that made me jump. “Nope not padded.” Her eyes looking into mine when she said that I wanted to beg for her to diaper me right then and there. “I only have one rule for you tonight Ryan. You are not allowed to use a toilet unless I give you permission. You can beg me but know that I do not think you deserve to use one until we get back here tonight.” I looked a little shocked I am sure but this is one of the control aspects she mentioned she loved so I figured it sounded more than fair. “Okay.” Is all I said. “I was not asking your permission silly boy I was just telling you how it was. Now seeing as you seem to not truly grasp that I am in complete control right now I will play into your thoughts of fancy. You have two choices right now. One is I am more than happy to take you to my room and throw you in a diaper. We both know you truly want that but will they fit under your nice tight jeans?” As she said those last three words she pulled herself in close and half whispered them to me as she handled my bottom. She was right I doubt the pants I chose to wear would hide a diaper very much so I was a little keen to learn of the other option. Beside the point she knows I am right into diapers and I know she is more into the domme side of things thru our conversations. Feeling like she had a bit of a game planned and with the momentary silence I asked “What is the other option.” “Shhhhh” Is all Nicole said as she placed her finger on my lips. Before turning and walking away back down the hall to her room. “Well if you really think you are a big boy I guess you can stay in your pants. Just remember no going to the toilet without my permission.” With that she disappeared out of sight to her room. I called out “So do I get to choose?” With a laugh and a brimming smile she returned down the hallway to her room with a largish shoulder bag. “Starting to worry that you might not be a big boy?” “No.” Was all I said. “Good then finish your beer and let’s get going.” Nicole said with a sly smile. With that I drank up looking over when I finished and getting caught in those eyes again. I thought I saw the hinting glimpse in her eyes so I went in for a kiss but before I could she in an almost too excited voice said “Let’s go grab a bite to eat baby.” With that she tugged my hand and in a skip dragged me to the front door pausing only long enough for me to put on my shoes before heading out to the street. Letting go of her hand and in hopes of making a good impression I had rushed over and opened up the passenger door to my truck. “Oh what a gentlemen.” She called out. For a second I thought I was earning her good grace until she continued “but I think tonight we are going to be taking my car.” Shutting my truck door and locking it I hopped along up the street until I caught up with Nicole who in turn then held open her passenger door for me. “Why thank you.” I bowed before getting in. Once seated she reached across me doing up my seatbelt but not before her shoulder bag hit me. “I thought we were just going out for supper? Do you really need a bag that big, I mean I thought you were a farm girl after all.” Nicole just shut my door then walked around to the other side of the car and hopped in before replying. “A girl just needs to be prepared is all.” Okay was all I thought. I do not know about the finer workings of a women nor feel it is my place to pry. Once we were off a pretty generic conversation broke out and the slight bit of trepidation I was feeling upon first meeting, not knowing how it would go, went to the wayside. By the time we actually arrived at the restaurant our conversation was well on its way to one of those rabbit hole conversations where each statement or assertion by a person just brings on an onslaught of other conversations. I mean we went from me having to break out into singing “The Joker” as it came on the radio and just so you know I nailed the "Some people call me Maurice" bit. Or so I claimed to have. Nicole on the other hand actually did nail singing Janis Joplin’s “Piece of my Heart”. Unfortunately for her “Bohemian Rhapsody” came on and I made her listen to my attempt to serenade her. By the end she could not stand it any longer and she joined in with a classic finish. From there things devolved into trivial questions like “Do humming birds only hum because they can’t sing?” We were having a great time so I never really paid much notice to her unbuckling me from my seat belt until she felt my crotch in a blatant and handsy manner. “Still dry, good boy.” With that she grabbed my hand and led me to the entrance of the restaurant. Aside from the last little whisper I was feeling pretty good with how things were going so unbeknownst to me I kind of got a bit of a cocky strut on and not knowingly started to puff out my chest a bit as we walked down the sidewalk a few heads turning. All for Nicole but I was there so it half counts right? The laughing and giggling continued until we reached the hostess who turned to me and asked “Where would you like to sit tonight?” This was the moment I realized Nicole was the one in charge. Pulling me behind her she looked at the hostess and in a sassy tone said “I think my babe and me would like a booth.” The hostess did not seem to really care and just led us over to a booth but in my head I understood what Nicole was doing. I had walked in all cock proud and she took charge and politely let me know it. As my body language changed to that of a passive person following another I could see her own body language building up to that of a person with complete self-confidence in themselves. To drive home the point as soon as the hostess asked us for drinks Nicole replied. “He will have a pint of Shock Top and a glass of water, I’ll just have a glass of water.” Upon seeing Nicole was not having a drink I was just about to open my mouth and cancel the beer when out of the corner of my eye I caught a hint of anger in those damned blue eyes. I stopped right then and there and just turned my attention towards the menu. Seeing me engrossed in the menu Nicole asked “So what looks good babe?” “I was actually looking at the tenderloin and shrimp, been a long week, think I have earned a little treat.” Which I really thought I had. Looking up into those blue eyes I realized it was not the answer she was thinking I should have given. Driving the point home she spoke up in the sweetest and kindest voice ever. “You look like you have put on a little weight since the pictures you shared with me, I think we might need to put you on a bit of a diet.” I was about to object but then thought about it and she was right. I had put my best pictures up and I had been partying a fair bit since Jenn leaving and traveling abroad. It had not done my body any favours. “Um okay I guess I could eat a bit better.” Without missing a beat Nicole said “I think you are going to have the chef’s salad with grilled chicken and no dressing. Now finish your beer.” Not focusing on what she told me to eat but more on finishing the beer, as well I like beer so when someone says finish your beer I take it as a challenge. So yeah I finished my beer which coincided perfectly with the waiter coming by to take our order. He dispassionately read out the specials of the day before turning to Nicole to find out what she would like. Without skipping a beat she said “The beef tenderloin with grilled shrimp.” The waiter then looked at me and as I opened my mouth to speak she continued “He will have the chef’s salad with grilled chicken no dressing. Also can you get him another Shock Top.” I just sat in silence not knowing what to say exactly but before I could formulate a thought another pint of beer was put in front of me. Looking at it I then looked into those blue eyes “Nicole, I hate to say this but you do not want me having a steak and shrimp dinner but seem a little eager to have me drinking. You’re keenness on my physical wellbeing seems a little misplaced. I mean do not get me wrong I like a drink, but I also like a steak.” “Okay I will make you a deal, if you can finish that pint and both our waters by the time they bring out the food you can have the steak dinner and I will eat the salad.” Nicole said as she slid her foot up my leg stopping at my inner thigh. “If you don’t though you need to finish another beer and glass of water during dinner.” A little excited from her foot placement I may have not considered the deal completely but I thought I could easily finish the three drinks on the table before our food came. The beer honestly went down like nobody’s business. I offered a pleasant wink and nod when done to which Nicole just smiled wider. Grabbing my pint glass of water I started chugging it back but had to stop. Water just tastes bland and makes you feel a bit more bloated. Also I realized the pressure starting to build on my bladder. For a couple minutes I sat half wanting to finish my water and get onto Nicole’s so I could have the steak but I knew that meant I would be begging her to let me use the toilet. Something she already made clear I was not going to get to use until we got back to her place. If I did not finish the waters though I was going to have another beer and a water waiting for me which would mean just the same but no steak. Breathing deeply I chugged back my pint glass of water. Pausing I grabbed hers only to have her brush my arm playfully “Better hurry up they are bound to be by with the food any minute now.” Her touch though was still entrancing and I lingered a bit watching her eyes as they grew with excitement each moment I stayed entranced. It was only when I spotted our waiter walking towards the table with two plates in hand that I went back to trying to chug the pint of water. Honestly I cannot tell you what exactly about water makes it so hard to chug but despite me finishing it before my salad was laid out before me. I did not finish it before the steak and shrimp was laid in front of Nicole. Nothing was said for a moment until Nicole inhaled deeply the steam coming off her food. “This smells so good.” With that she picked up the steak knife to her side and cut off a piece of the steak before admiring it and oh so slowly putting it in her mouth letting me know she was savouring it. I could not help but cry out “But I finished all the drinks in time.” Opening her eyes after performing the theatrics of just how great the steak was she replied “Well you finished it before your meal arrived but we both know it was my meal arriving that mattered. You should probably wave down the waiter and order another beer and water.” Slowly drawing her knife back and forth over the sirloin cutting another piece off “I expect them to be finished as well as your salad by the time I am done my steak.” The whole time she did not miss a beat or flinch. Feeling my bladder grow more and more full by the second I started on my salad keeping a keen eye open for the waiter. Once I waved him down before I could make my order Nicole ordered for me again. Having finished my salad by this point as I devoured it like it was going out of fashion Nicole started to speed up in her eating of the steak. “Better hope they bring you your drinks soon or you are really not going to like what is going to happen to you.” Nicole said cryptically as she placed a shrimp in her mouth twisting it in a vindictive manner before pulling out the tail. I did not know what Nicole was thinking of doing to me but I did know I did not want to rise her ire but not following her directions. When the beer and water were placed in front of me I chugged the beer in no time flat before setting to work on the water. Which despite not wanting I had in me. My bladder was far past full by this point. A good portion of my thought had gone to trying to keeping the urge to take a leak at bay. I am sure I would have been fine but Nicole seeming to elate in my fidgety manner crept to a glacial pace when it came to finishing her meal. So much so that when the waiter came by to clear my dish Nicole ordered me yet another beer. After it arrived all she said was “Drink” before we reverted back to general conversation. Well more led by her than I as I was alternating between tapping each one of my feet trying to distract myself from how badly I had to go. It reached a point where I thought I could take no more and Nicole just laughed “If you really cannot take it just say the phrase I want to hear and I will let you go, maybe….” I’m competitive so I was not going to let this happen. For a minute I was able to stop my bouncing from foot to foot telling her “You are crazy if you think I am going to say what you want me to.” I kept a straight face for as long as I could before reverting back to tapping my feet to distract my mind from the pressure. I felt a brief moment of glory when she finished her meal but then without even looking at the waiter when he came by she just pulled a desert menu from him. My eyes just went wide and my foot tapping went to double time. After a good bit of humming and hawing she waited for the waiter to come by before looking right at me with a sense of satisfaction she handed the menu back to him and just ordered two coffees. Once he was out of ear shot she asked “A pity you never took me up on the offer to be dressed appropriately isn’t it?” Leaning back in the booth she just grinned “It won’t be long now.” “I’m still good” I bluffed. Raising a brow in intrigue “Really? You seem a little ancy there.” “Nope perfectly fine, just a little ADHD. I don’t liking sitting in one spot so long is all.” I continued my bluff. Leaning across the table until we were almost face to face. “How about if you have an accident before we get back to my place.” Nicole paused for a second rolling her eyes as if she did not know what she was going to say. “you do as I say until Monday.” Stretching out her arms above her head and arching her back to show off the curves of her body “If you can hold it maybe you are a big boy and we will just have to have a lot of fun over the weekend.” Finishing the last swig of my beer I smugly half slammed my empty drink saying far to loudly “Deal.” Nicole just laughed reaching across the table and running her hand across my face said “Sweet, sweet Ryan you do not know what you are getting into do you?” In a quizzical voice I replied “Kinky hot sex?” This actually caused Nicole to snort which of course I just meant I had to shoot her the guns with my hands and add in an extra wink before our coffees arrived. I was a passive member in the conversation over the coffee as to be honest I was screaming to relieve myself but just kept playing an old country song “No Letters Today” in my head to keep myself centered. It almost did not work as I was so close to having to just go I actually begged and pleaded Nicole a bit to let me. By the time I did that I am sure she knew she had me so she just playfully rejected my requests mockingly reminding me “What a big boy you are Ryan and if you can just hold of just a teeny weensy bit think of all the fun we could have.” That was enough for me to manage to suppress the urge completely and I thought momentarily I was good. Then Nicole started with the whimsical questions again. “Have you ever wondered why they call them restrooms, yet no one goes in them to rest?” I was just about to respond that she obviously never worked on a construction crew as all of them I swear go there to rest but I doubled over in urgency before I could. “Can we please just go home Nicole I really, really, really, really, really ,really need to go.” Sipping the last of her coffee she just motioned towards mine “Once you are done yours we can get the bill.” Done and done I just shot back the coffee. Frantically I waved down the waiter and while my legs were pulsating unable to stop as they distracted me from having to go I paid the bill. Ah ha on the homestretch I only had to make it a little bit further. Nicole made a point of using the toilet like a big girl before she returned and led me outside. I broke free from her grip and rand to her car which was in the back forty of the parking lot. Nicole just took her time walking there and laughed as I frantically pulled at the door handle as I bounced in place. “Patience little one.” She said as she finally reached me and before she opened the door she gave my sides a playful squeeze. The first second I was in bliss and joy as being tickled was fun the next I just froze. This could not be happening in the open in a parking lot.

Pierry Louys - If you are looking for one then yes. I don't know if Ryan really was. Now for the conclussion of the Wendy portion of the story for now. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Pulling out of the parkade onto the street the bright day light hit my eyes and I started trying to process what had just happened. Two beautiful women had just seen me dressed in a completely infantile manner and while one reacted how I would have imagined by being disgusted by it. The other did seem to have a more positive response. While I was in a full blown panic attack Dawn managed to wipe away all my anxiety as she wiped away my tear and even left me with a bit of a smile as she ruffled my hair. At that moment I would have been more than willing to take her hand and waddle away with her escaping the clutches of Wendy. Looking at the dash in the car my heart sank as I saw it was only 11:30. I still had a long way to go before I could put this ordeal to an end and I was certain Wendy was not going to make it easy. As we sat at a stop light I happened to glance over to the car next to us and had to take a second to figure out why the guy was staring at me so oddly until I realized I was still sucking on my pacifier. Quickly I looked away and spit it out trying to act all cool. No sooner had I heard that as I heard Wendy call out “baby, you needed to keep that in.” Reluctantly I popped it back in my mouth as I tried to figure out where she was taking me. She called out again “Baby must be getting hungry how about mommy treats you to some McDonalds?” With that a block further down the road she turned into the parking lot and while I hoped she was just going to go through the drive thru she stopped and parked the car. My heart started racing again. I could not do this, I couldn’t be out in the public in broad ay light clearly diapered and wearing clothes fit for a little child. As Wendy came over and unbuckled me. Popping the pacifier out of my mouth she tucked it under my shirt and she pulled at my arm to get me out of the car but I just stayed there shaking my head no to her. “This isn’t an option baby we need to get you some num nums. You were so good in the parkade so I am going to give you one more chance before our deal is off and I send out that video.” She gently pulled on my arm and after a slight hesitation I exited the car. Okay I could do this. It’s not a big deal. No one is going to notice a six foot two guy waddeling along behind a women wearing dino shorts with a snap crotch and a shirt with I’m the baby gotta love me written in big words across it. Just had to play it cool. We had not even reached the front door when a mother with two little kids passed us. Her daughter fixated on me before calling out to her mom “Why is that man dressed like a baby mommy?” The humiliation was too much so I just closed my eyes blindly following where Wendy was leading me. If I was hoping to be inconspicuous that was not the right move to make. As with my eyes closed I walked right smack into a door full waddle. The thud was loud enough everyone sitting nearby looked up and saw me. “Are you okay baby?” Wendy said about five octave higher than she needed to. “Yeah I am okay.” I replied before I felt her squeeze my hand and give me the look to which I quickly added “mommy.” I just stayed looking at my feet not daring to look up as we waited in line to order and slowly I would shuffled forward. When we got to the counter I heard Wendy order “I will have a big mac meal supersized and a happy meal. Baby do you want chicken nuggets or a hamburger?” Still staring down at the floor I mumbled “nuggets.” “I’m so sorry my baby is just a little fussy today.” I heard her tell the teller. “Baby speak up so the adults can hear you please.” This had to be all just some bad dream. I couldn’t really be here I must have bashed my head on the concrete or something when I was running out of the bar with her purse. That had to be what was happening. I felt the squeeze of my hand again and knew it wasn’t. Looking up I could see the teller trying her best not to burst out laughing. “I’ll have the nuggets mommy.” Wendy then paid and led me to a table sitting me down. “Now you wait here and mommy will be right back with your num nums.” I sat for an eternity just staring down at the table feeling the urge to have to pee again I sheepishly looked around me and tried my best to not make it apparent I was wetting myself. Little good that did as Wendy sat down at the table with our meals and looked at me. “Uh oh did someone just go potty?” It is not like she yelled it out but it was still far louder than I would have liked as I am sure all the nearby tables over heard. “It’s okay I will check your diaper after lunch baby.” Could she just not shut up? As she pushed my food in front of me I was happy she let me feed myself and solemnly I ate the nuggets and fries before drinking the bottle of milk she had ordered for me. Though she did make me us a straw to do that. I could feel a building pressure in my stomach as it started to cramp a little. The realization I had not gone poop in over a day dawned on me and I started to internally panic as I still had a long way to go before I was going to be free of Wendy today. Maybe she would let me out of my diapers to do that as it was a disgusting thought in my mind but she had told the girls in the parkade I used them for everything. I just needed to focus I could hold it in, I was a grown man after all. Seeing I was done my food Wendy broke the silence. “Looks like baby was hungry, you can finish my fries for me.” “It’s okay mommy I am full” I figured if I played along she might let me not eat them. “That was not a question baby, now finish mommies fries.” Pouting a bit I did as she asked. After I had finished she made a big deal about cleaning up my face with a napkin before leading me out of McDonalds but not before filling up her drink. As we got back to the car she once more put me in the back passenger seat. “Her hold mommies drink for her while she checks your diaper.” With that she handed me the extra large cup and unsnapped a few snaps on the one side of my shorts sliding a finger in the leg band of my diapers. ”Baby is definitely a little damp but good thing we put you in all those big fluffy diapers you are not going to be leaking any time soon.” With that she did up the snaps and as I went to hand back her drink she chuckled. “Oh no baby that is your drink now. We are just going to be driving down the road a few minutes and going to the park. What is left in the cup is going into a bottle you can take with you as we go for a walk.” Shutting the door she climbed into the drivers seat and off we set. I was feeling so full and bloated I did not think it was possible for me to get anything more into my body but I did not want to add yet another baby item to my wardrobe and not leave anything to question for anyone who looked at me. I sucked on the straw with conviction finishing up just as Wendy pulled the car into the parking lot for the park. It was a bright sunny day and I knew the park was going to be packed but I had no choice but to follow when Wendy came and got me from the back seat. “Good baby you finished your whole drink.” She praised me. Standing me up she asked “Now baby do you think mommy needs to bring your diaper bag or do you think you can keep your diapers dry enough to not leak for the next two hours?” Fearful of what she had planned I asked “I thought we had agreed that if you diapered me thicker I would not have to be changed in public?” “Oh I know baby I just wanted to have a change for you just in case but if you are sure you don’t want me to bring it we can leave it behind.” “Yeah that is exactly what I want.” Had I just won a battle here? Just the smallest little smidge of self-dignity came back to me. Leaving the bag behind Wendy just grabbed my hand and led me off onto a walking path. She tried to have me play in a playground area but I refused as there were actual kids playing and that just had me thinking about being arrested by the police once again. To my surprise though she relented after a few modest attempts to make me and once more I was feeling like I was building myself back up again. I could make it through the day. Sure it was embarrassing as hell being led around the park. Most people only really shot me a passing glance though a few did laugh and I could hear them making jokes about me as we passed them. Still I could live with it. My bladder was ready to burst again and I managed to let out a few short bursts as we walked just feeling the bulk of the diapers grow bigger and bigger. Wendy even seemed to relent on her insistence of calling me a baby and herself mommy all the time. We shared some conversation about each other’s likes and hobbies. If it hadn’t been for the growing damp mass around my waist and my clothing one would have thought it was more like a first date. We had walked for a little over an hour when the first sever stomach cramp hit me. Seeing me stop and kind of double over Wendy reverted back to her mommy character “Is everything okay baby?” “I’m fine just my stomach is cramping a little bit.” “Don’t worry baby we will turn back to the car. If it gets to bad remember you can just use your diaper that is why you are wearing them.” She said in her sing song voice. “I am not going to crap in my diaper, it’s just that my stomach is feeling a little dodgy. I’ll be fine.” I snapped back at her. As we walked back to the car my pace gradually slowed as I struggled more and more against the growing pain in my stomach. The whole time Wendy just kept dropping the hints that I would feel much better if I just let go and how she had fresh diapers waiting for me in the car. There was no way I was going to cave in to her suggestions I just had to focus. After what seemed like an eternity we approached the last stretch of open ground we had to cover. I could see the car in the distance. By this point I was left only taking a few steps at a time before having to stop so I could take a few deep breaths to regain enough composure to do it again. Wendy seemed to be delighted to watch me fight what she knew was a losing battle even if I refused to give up. During one of my stops trying to catch my breath while I was bent over she stepped in behind me and gave my midsection a tight squeeze. Well that had done it. My face went white as a ghost as I felt my body expel with force everything my bowels had been holding. My diapers already soaked and having expended as much as they cared to did not leave much room for my mess in the back of the diaper and soon I could feel it start to be pushed up around my balls. The whole time Wendy just kept squeezing my stomach telling me “It’s okay baby let it all out, use your diapers and be a good boy for mommy.” By the time I finished I was crying uncontrollably. Spinning me around to face her she embraced me in a hug slowly lowering her hands down to my diaper where she proceeded to massage my mess into me. The few small victories I had felt I had been winning over the last couple hours were all negated and I was feeling defeated. Slipping the pacifier I still had clipped to my onesie under my shirt she popped in in my mouth whispering in my ear “Did mommies baby go poo poo in his diaper?” I just nodded my head up and down. “Do baby want mommy to change him?” Again I just nodded my head up and down. Triumphantly Wendy marched across the grassy expanse with me struggling to keep up and grimacing with each step as the mess just kept shifting around. It felt disgusting and the smell was starting to emerge which was horrendous. Once at the car she grabbed my diaper bag before leading me over to a public washroom in the park. By this point I would have passively gone anywhere she led me but I sighed a little breath of relief as she pulled me into the family washroom stall locking the door behind us. I stood in the corner as she laid out a change mat on the counter change station. Before she motioned for me to hop up. I was a little bigger than the intended user but still kind of fit. “Now let’s see the damage my little stinker caused” Wendy said as she tickled my side before snapping open my shorts and sliding them up a little bit on me. Next came the snaps of the onesie and it was pulled back. The smell was so over bearing but Wendy did not seem to notice or care. One by one she puled the tapes off my diapers and peeled back the layers. When she got to the inner diaper she then toyed around playing a game of peak-a-boo opening and closing the diaper. Playfully waving her hand in front of her face each time she opened it. I just closed my eyes trying to find a happier place. Noticing how I was not enjoying her peak-a-boo game Wendy stopped and said “No need to be so pouty lille poopy pants I but mommy knows what will cheer you up.” With that she started to rub the front of my diaper and before long to revulsion I became erect. Wendy stopped playing with me at that point. “Alright now let’s see if we can’t get this baby all cleaned up.” Diligently she went to work trying to scrap the larger bits away with the used diapers before pulling out wipe after wipe getting my front clean. “Good thing mommy shaved you this morning or we might not ever get you clean. Now mommy needs you to pull your legs to your chest and hold them there while she cleans your bottom.” I did as instructed and a pack of wipes later I was clean and promptly double diapered again before my onesie was snapped back in place followed by the shorts. “There we go all ready to go play. What do you say to mommy?” I just stood stunned about what had just happened to me managing to let out a soft. “Thank you mommy.” “Your welcomed baby.” Was her reply as she wrapped me in a big hug. It did little to cheer me up and as we left the washroom Wendy seemed to notice I was in a mood. “Looks like baby had enough fun for the day how about we go home.” I couldn’t even be bothered to respond as she led me back to the car and strapped me in before driving us back to her apartment. As we crossed the parkade a few people saw us but I did not take note of their responses. The elevator was almost full on the ride up but still I did not pay much note to anyone else. I just wanted to finish out the day, delete that video and hide my face from the world. Once back in the apartment Wendy led me across to the couch and sat down laying me across her lap. “You are awfully quite baby. Are you all sad because you went poopie in your diaper? It’s okay mommy doesn’t mind cleaning you up and it is what babies do.” Finally finding my voice. “I’m not a baby.” “Awww it’s cute you think that.” Sliding the strap of her halter top off her shoulder she soon had her breast exposed. “I know how to cheer up a fussy baby.” Opening my mouth to object she pulled my face towards her breast and I soon found myself with a mouthful of boobie. I tried to pull my head back but she held it firm. “It’s okay baby you earned it today. Just start sucking on mommies’ boobie.” I still resisted but she would not let up. Eventually I gave it at first a single suck but seeming as that one felt nice I gave a second one and before long I was suckling. Nothing came out but just having the warmth of her breast pushed up against my face was comforting. Committed to my sucking, Wendy then slid a hand down over the front of my diaper and started rubbing me again slowly building me up. I was cheering up a bit and before long she had me so worked up I thought I was going to lose my mind by the time I finally climaxed. “Someone sure seems like a happy baby now.” In a pouty afterglow of having just came I half cried “I am not a baby!” “Alright baby if you say so.” Wendy joked. Still upset I just rolled off her lap and sat on the far edge of the couch in a huff. “I’ll tell you what you still owe me another six hours before the deal is done. How about we just pass the time playing some Wii. Bet you mommy is a better bowler than you.” Six hours, still! Well I guess if I had to spend it with her playing on the Wii was better than being fed a bottle or being made to watch Teletubbies. Being rather competitive after a few games I was really getting into it trash talking Wendy after easily beating her in four straight games. “Okay baby since you think you are so good I will make you a deal. If you win you are free to go.” “You mean to tell me all I have to do is beat you one more time. Then you will delete the video and all this nightmare is over?” Thinking there must be some kind of catch I continued “What happens if you win?” “Yes if baby wins he can go home though I don’t think this is really a nightmare. On the other hand if mommy wins hmmmm you have to spend a month diapered 24/7.” Wendy playfully mentioned. “That’s not really a fair deal, all I get is a six hour reprieve and if I lose you get me in diapers for a month.” “Oh is little baby scared his mommy is better than him.” Wendy teased. “It’s okay we should probably be turning this off soon I don’t want to rot my babies mind with video games. Where do you think I should take you out for supper tonight?” “Okay fine deal, not like I have much to worry about anyways you have not been close to beating me in a single game yet.” Wendy just laughed “Well I didn’t want my pouty baby to keep being miserable. It is going to be so much fun to keep you padded all the time.” “Just keep dreaming, come on let’s get the game underway so I can get out of here.” I demanded. Well Wendy must have had a horse shoe up her butt as she just kept hitting strike after strike after strike. By the time the seventh frame ended I had already lost. Already I was trying to back pedal. “I can’t wear diapers 24/7 a month what would my friends and family think, my co-workers. I am not going to do it.” “I probably just got lucky there baby. I’ll tell you what how about we play one more game for double or nothing? Deal?” “You didn’t need to tell me twice. Deal!” I exclaimed excitedly sure it was just a one off game she had. “No no no no no no this cannot be happening” I stammered. This time it only took her till the sixth frame. “Looks like someone is going to get really comfy wearing all the time.” An overly joyed Wendy said. In disbelief I sat there for a few moments before trying to pleaded “Just one more game double or nothing.” “Nah I think I am okay baby.” Wendy said triumphantly. “Shall we go get some supper now?” After we returned my diaper life started in earnest. Once back from supper I was made to record a video saying how I begged and pleaded for mommy Wendy to keep me back in diapers for the next two months then had to feed myself a bottle and show off how big of a baby I was by wetting myself in front of the camera. This Wendy said she need for insurance that I would keep up my end of the bargain. I was then changed and given a set of rules. 1. I was only to refer to Wendy as mommy. 2. Diapers 24/7. After a bunch of whinning I did get her to exempt me from having to do #2’s in them when not around her. A small victory. 3. I had to come over to mommies home at least three times a week and participate in whatever plans she had for me. 4. When I was not with her I had to text her a picture of my wet diaper and ask to change before changing. It was up to her to decide if I warranted one. 5. Seeing as I had no need for them I was to collect all my big boy underwear in a bag and bring them to her. 6. Failure to abide by the rules meant mommy could share any pictures and videos she had of me with whomever she pleased. With the rules explained I was put into a fresh double diaper and sent home with a package of Abena diapers in either hand. I was not too keen to start work the next day but thankfully at that time I worked alone in a service van at that point in time so as long as I got into work early enough and into my coveralls no one seemed to notice the diaper I always had on. As far as friends and family went I quickly pushed them away stopping responding to most texts and phone calls. When I did I always came up with a story about how much I was working so I just did not have free time to hang out. As the weeks passed Wendy continued her conditioning always getting me excited in my diapers more often than not denying me satisfaction until I was in a soaked or soiled diaper. Always the most humiliating bit for me but it seemed to be effective as I was quickly associating only diapers with getting off. In my mind I kept trying to come up with a plan to get out of them but for that to happen I needed to get access to Wendy’s computer and delete the evidence. That the simple reality I did start to find some joy in the various activities she had me do. Still I could not get use to her continual use of the terms of baby and mommy that more than anything made the hairs stand on the back of my neck. At the end of the first month while heading home from Wendy’s with a new load of diapers I ran into Dawn in the elevator. She teased me a bit and asked if I needed a change. Before we got into a bit of chit chat about me wearing. That turned into a coffee where I told the whole story of how I had come to be diapered. She figured I deserved it and should just embrace it. Not something I was willing to really do with Wendy but Dawn seemed interested enough so as she walked me back to my truck I tried to move in for a kiss. Dawn was not that interested in being kissed though and laughed a bit at me before informing me she liked girls not boys and the only reason she was interested in talking to me was to get a bit more insight into how the play worked as since the moment she saw me in the parkade she had wanted to find herself a baby girl. I tried to apologize but she just laughed about it and told me to not worry. Then with a soft grab of my crotch she told me I best be going home as I was in need of a change. By the time I was half way through the second month I could not stand Wendy anymore. She would make me spend my entire weekends with her not allowing me to speak in any grown up words and watching nothing but children’s programs for entertainment. Everywhere we went she dressed me as babyishly as possible and I consider it a miracle we just never happened to run into anyone I knew before this all started. I was no closer at finding a way out earlier than when I started and through a foolish attempt to bargain my way out had actually lost another bet which added a month on to my sentence. Any attempts to talk her out of it fell on deaf ears and only more and more videos of be being a baby were being made. At the end of the second month though it all came to an abrupt end. By then I was only going back to my place once a week to do laundry and grab work clothes the rest of the time I was at Wendy’s mercy. I had found out that the only videos and pictures she had of me were kept on her desktop, laptop and her phone. Unable to take anymore I snapped on day. The second she left to go buy groceries I grabbed a small set of screw drivers she had and opened up her computer then pulling out her hard drives I disassembled them removing the platters and stashing them into my bag with my work clothes. Finding this took too long I decided to make shorter work with her laptop. Setting it in the tub I turned on the water and once it was submerged I plugged it into an outlet. While it did trip the ground fault of the bathroom plug I was not satisfied so I ran the cord out to a hallway plug and repeated the process this time the lights went out in the apartment. I unplugged it then reset the breaker. Fishing the laptop out of the tub I then took a meat tenderizer to it and smashed it to pieces. I had a lot of pent up rage. Cleaning everything up I had the whole apartment not looking out of place at all when Wendy returned. “Welcome back mommy I missed you!” I screamed as I waddled over to her wrapping her in a great big hug. I still needed to get her cellphone which I knew was in her purse. A little surprised to see me come running towards her she set her purse on the counter and returned my hug. “Looks like someone missed his mommy, I was only gone an hour.” Reaching down she felt my soaked diaper. “Ahh that is why is someone anxious to get out of his diaper?” “Uh huh” I replied. Wendy slide off her shoes and walked into the bedroom calling out “Well come along silly I am not going to change you out there.” This was my chance I quickly rummaged through her purse finding her phone then walked towards the bedroom door but instead of turning in walked right to the balcony opened the door and tossed the phone off the 32nd floor. Kind of feel bad thinking about whether or not it hit anyone but that moment of liberation was one of the best moments in my life. Wendy came running chastising me “Naughty baby, what did you throw.” Jerking my hand and pulling me back inside. I broke out into a hysterical laugh starting a chant “I’m free, I’m free get your fucking hands off me.” Before jerking my arm free. This took Wendy by surprise as I ripped off my onesie and then my diaper tossing it across the room before grabbing a shirt and pair of pants I had already laid out on my bag of work clothes and sliding them on. Wendy angrily came in and tried smacking me but I just caught her hand and steered her aside to her bed. I am done Wendy you have nothing on me I am leaving. With that I grabbed my own phone, keys and wallet before grabbing my bag and walked to the door. The last words I heard Wendy say were “That’s it baby I am sending out all those pictures and videos to everyone.” Before the door shut. I had honestly tried to get away in a less dramatic fashion but she knew she had power over me with those videos and images. Now she had nothing. As I waited for the elevator I heard her door open and just as the doors opened I heard her yell “What did you do with my phone, where is my lap top and what did you do to my computer it won’t start?” The elevator door shut and I knew I was free. Mostly unscathed, the continued diapering of the last two months did leave me with some impulse control issues and I may have wet myself as I was walking to my truck. A nasty habit that lasted for about another month where I had to wear pullups before I gained sufficient control back. I was thankful it was 2009 and synching cloud had not become common place yet. I don’t think I would have made my escape as easily nowadays.

“Yes baby, your first big day out. You didn’t think I was going to let you stay all cooped up inside all day when it is such a beautiful day outside did you?” Surely she couldn’t be thinking of taking me out in public dressed as a baby. When I agreed to spend the day as her baby I thought it just meant sitting around her house letting her humiliate me. In my mind I could handle that. Sure I would feel ridiculous and hate every moment of it but I could get through it. It is not that I hated every moment. The diapers did not seem all that bad Wendy was getting me excited in them. A fact I could only feel shame about admitting to myself. That was different though and the thought of having to be paraded around in the public was mortifying. I must have been dragging my feet a bit as those thoughts ran through my head as I received a stiff swat to my rear breaking my train of thought as I did a small hop. Picking up my pace I soon found myself laying down on the changing mat once more. Looking up at her she seemed content and happy with an air of confidence I am sure knowing at this point there was nothing I was going to do to protest any demand she made of me. “Now baby we are going to be going outside for a little while and I am going to give you an option. You can either be put back into a single diaper but rest assured we will be out long enough that you will be needing a change so I will be bringing my diaper bag along with me and we will be finding a spot to change you.” Wendy stated as matter of fact. That was out of the books for me. I could stand being diapered in her house, it would take all my energy to deal with being out in public like this but I figured I could make it, being changed somewhere as a grown adult with the potential of someone else seeing I could not do. I had visions of people seeing and running away in disgust calling the police and then me getting arrested and having to sit in some processing unit in my diaper. Nope not happening. I eagerly waited to hear her alternative. “If my baby does not want to be changed in public though mommy could just make sure he was diapered thick enough at home that he would not be likely to leak and could wait until we got home to change.” Looking down into my eyes she was relishing in seeing the look on my face as I compared the two choices. “Well baby tell mommy what you would like. A public changing or nice thick diapers?” My voice cracking a bit I replied “Put me in the nice thick diapers please mommy.” With a big grin across her face while running her hand down my inner thigh which once again led me to getting aroused she spoke out in her motherly tone “Awww baby looks so cute when he gets all red when begging mommy to put him in his thick diapers.” I hadn’t begged but I am sure she was just messing with me mentally making me ask to be diapered made it seem like I wanted to be. Walking over to her closet she returned not with just two diapers like I had assumed seeing as that is what she put me in yesterday but instead with three. They were not the baby labelled ones which I guess was a slight bit of relief instead being the same ones I had worn yesterday with the M4 printed on them. Cutting slits into the first diaper I instinctively lifted my hips to allow her to place it under me which seemed to make her even happier. Once she was satisfied with its placement she lathered on a thick cream,I had no idea what it was, massaging it into every crevice of my nether region. She then did the normal routine of sensually rubbing the baby lotion all over my body making me smell sweet and baby like before liberally sprinkling me with baby powder. The first diaper was then pulled up where she briefly stopped to give a few tugs of my penis that through the whole ordeal was unwavering in its desire to stand firmly tall. She forcibly forced it flat before taping the first diaper on snuggle. The second diaper in turn had slits cut into it and was tapped on in place before the third was then wrapped around me. “There we go baby is all ready to go.” With that Wendy blew a raspberry on my belly making me squirm a bit. Making me very aware of the bulk pushing my legs apart into an unnatural bow legged stance. Wendy had to help me to my feet before she produced an onesie. This one was just plain white. As she snapped it up I could feel the bulge of the diapers causing the onesie to pull tight against my shoulders. Standing there sucking on my pacifier I just waited for her to return with the next piece of clothing. When she did she fanned out a green pair of knee length shorts with a dinosaur print on them and snaps all along the inside legs. “Aren’t these just adorable? Look I can snap the crotch open if I need to change you.” As she said this she snapped each snap open one at a time highlighting the feature to me before snapping them back up again. “baby is so thickly padded we might not need today.” She continued giving my crotch a playful rub which frustratingly to me I could not feel at all. Bending down she spoke “Now step into your shorts baby.” Holding the leg wholes up inviting me to I did as I was told. Even with the elastic waist band as she pulled them up my legs she had to give it a little bit of an extra tug to get it past the bulk of diapers. Disappearing to her closet one more time she returned with a different pacifier and a tee shirt. The pacifier had a clip on it with a length of cloth attaching the clip to the pacifier. She skillfully clipped this onto my onesie before removing the pacifier I had been sucking on this whole time. “Okay arms out baby.” She weaved the tee shirt onto me and then pulled it down over my head. IT fit snuggle and did little to hide the fact I had a pacifier hiding under it. It covered it at least. Could have done without the large iron on print of the baby dinosaur from the old show Dinosaurs with “I’m the baby! Gotta love me!” blazoned across it. Dressed she led me back out to her couch. My waddle was so pronounced I felt like I was some cartoon cowboy walking out to have a gunfight. She had me sit back down on the floor in front of the TV which to my joy did not have Tellietubbies on it anymore. Instead it was Rollie Pollie Ollie. Not much better but real English was used thankfully. “Remember cutie owe me one more bottle.” With that she returned to the kitchen with the empty bottle that had been sitting on the couch and filled it back up before returning and handing it to me. “Know mommy is going to go get ready. Like before that bottle better be gone by the time I return or you are going to be having two more.” The whole time I had been in the tub and getting prepped for the day my mind had wandered away from the fullness of my stomach and my bladder which was already starting to scream out at me once again. “Okay mommy” I said as I placed the bottle to my lips and started sucking back. She turned and headed off to her bedroom to grab a shower. As I nursed back the bottle I found myself constantly shifting trying to find a comfortable position to finally coming to the decision sitting on my knees was how it had to be. I heard the water turn on for a shower and I kept sucking at the nipple on the bottle until before I knew it all the juice was gone. My bladder screaming out I tried to just let a little bit and with a little bit of struggle managed to. Once I had I started to probe at my crotch and with my arms planted on the floor in front of my crotch found I could just start to feel the soft material of the nappy rub against me and get me excited as I aggressively rocked forward onto them. “Hahaha naughty baby.” Wendy standing in the doorway to her bedroom let out. “I guess I cannot be mad at you for liking your diapers you are just a baby.” I froze mid thrust and just dropped my head to the floor realizing what I had been doing and feeling disgusted with myself. Wendy disappeared back into her room return a short while later in a matronly looking dress and a halter top which revealed her very large breasts. Up to this point I had not even briefly looked at Wendy in a sexual manner. When I was dry humping her it was always with closed eyes as I thought about any number of other women I would rather be with. Now though I was acutely aware of how much I wanted to play with her breasts. My gaze did not go unnoticed and Wendy asked “Does baby like mommies boobies?” Sheepishly looking away I replied “No mommy.” She took a stern tone “Now don’t lie to mommy or you will get a spanking. Do you want to suck on mommies boobies?” I answered honestly “Yes mommy.” “Well be sure to not cause a fuss while we are out and you can nurse on them when we get back.” With that she walked over to me picking up my empty bottle. “Good baby finishing off your baba for mommy.” She held out her hand which I took before helping pull me up to my feet. Pulling back the waistband of the shorts she snaked her hand through the leg hole of the onesie and slid her hand down the front of my diapers. With a look of surprise she looked me in the eyes “Good thing we have you in such thick diapers baby looks like you are already wet.” With that she then forced me penis down informing me “It’ll help keep you from leaking as the day goes on.” With that she led me over to the kitchen washing her hands before then leading me to the front door. I could feel my heart start to pound and I was certain I was about to have a heart attack as she slowly slid on each of my shoes and tied them up. I stood there feeling ridiculous as a person possibly could. How had I sunken down to this level. “Oh I forgot one thing be right back baby.” Wendy said as she disappeared back into her room. Moments later she returned with a large shoulder bag she placed on the floor beside me as she put on her own shoes. Peaking in I could see it was full of changing supplies and most glaringly two more diapers. “I thought I was not going to have to be changed out in public? Why do you need this?” I asked as I tapped the side of the bag with my foot. Without missing a beat Wendy replied in a chipper voice “No need to worry baby, mommy only has it in case of an emergency. As long as you don’t have a blowout in your diapers we won’t have to change you.” Hoisting the bag over her shoulder she continued as she presented her hand “Ready to have some fun baby?” Nervously I took her hand while I looked away. As if not seeing we were about to leave the apartment was going to make it so. Before I knew it I was out in the hallway being led towards the elevators. Unable to walk in a normal stride I struggled to keep up with Wendy which in turn caused me to waddle around in an even more humorous manner. When we did reach the elevators as the doors dinged and opened I got spooked and tried to pull away and toddle off but Wendy just held me firm “Don’t worry baby mommy will keep you safe.” With that she pulled me onto the elevator. I thanked the heavens above as no one else got on the elevator on our way down and for a second I thought I might just be able to survive being out. Getting out in the parkade once more things were looking up as we exited the elevator and it did not look like anyone was down there. Leaving the safety of the elevator I had taken only five waddle strides before I froze at the sound of a couple doors closing on a car. Try as she might Wendy could not get me to move and I started to hyperventilate. Seeing me panic Wendy embraced me in a hug and reassured me “Everything is going to be just fine you are okay baby.” While rubbing my back. As the sound of footsteps came nearer though I could not settle myself down looking pleadingly into Wendy’s eyes to do something, anything she just pulled out the pacifier from under my shirt and plopped it into my mouth. “Oh my god!” Bwahahahaha “see Dawn I told you, I told you yesterday he was wearing a diaper!” I started to frantically suck on the pacifier as I dared to turn my head a bit to look. I did not need to as I already knew who the people in the parkade were, seeing them just confirmed that the two attractive coeds were standing behind me. Quickly I just buried my face into Wendy’s chest attempting to hide myself. Recomposing themselves Dawn replied “I thought my eyes were just playing tricks on me, makes sense why the elevator smelled like a nursery now.” Looking at Wendy she asked “Is he really wearing a diapers?” Wendy just laughed all the while rubbing my back trying to calm me down “Well the bulge does not lie, he’s just a baby so of course he is.” “Wait, what do you mean he is just a baby? Does he actually use them?” Dawn continued asking. Wendy relishing in the attention “Well technically he is a big boy but he gets fussy I treat him like that and with all the accidents he had been having I figured it was best to just treat him like he was acting. So yes he uses his diapers for everything.” I wanted to just spit out my pacifier and tell the real story but the rhythmic sucking was the only thing keeping me sane so I remained quiet. “Ewwww that is disgusting!” Dawns friend chimed in. “You two are sick!” Dawn was quick to jump in. “Don’t be like that Margret can’t you see you almost have the baby in tears.” She was right but I did not want her sympathy. The fact there was a second women who actually called me a baby did set tears streaming down my face. “I can’t believe you are encouraging them Dawn. Let’s go I don’t want to be seen talking to them.” Margret demanded. “I like how you dressed him he looks adorable, what does his shirt say? And are those snaps on his crotch?” Dawn continued her twenty questions. Wendy seemingly happy to continue my embarrassment let go of her embrace and spun me around displaying me to Dawn. She covered her mouth to stop her laughter. “Well you are the baby so I guess I gotta love you.” Wendy continued her display of control over me reaching her hand down she tugged on the shorts causing the snaps to pop open. “Yes they are just snaps, it just makes it easier when I need to change him on the go.” Dawn seemed puzzled for a second before cluing in. “I guess that is right if he is using his diapers he would need to be changed.” Unable to contain herself Dawn then pulled back the open leg of my shorts and revealed the onesie I was wearing letting out a stifled laugh. “Oh you have him in an onesie as well?” Continuing the Q and A session Wendy said “Yeah it helps keep his saggy diapers in place when he has an accident.” “Dawn let’S go!” Margret yelled at her. Curiosity getting the better of her again Dawn felt my crotch briefly before taking her hand back in shock. “Wow they are so, so bulky.” Laughing Wendy started patting the front of my diaper loudly enough to cause an audible thud with each pat. “Normally I would not have my baby diapered so thickly but he practically begged me to today. Didn’t you baby?” With that she pulled the pacifier out of my mouth. I knew she wanted me to answer but every time I opened my mouth to talk nothing came out. I just ended up nodding my head yes which satisfied Wendy enough for her to pop the pacifier back in my mouth. A long “Awwwwwww” came from Dawn before used a thumb to wipe away a tear before she ruffled my hair “You are such a cutie.” “I’m gone Dawn you are as messed as they are.” Margaret called out and started walking away. Dawn quickly following in Margret’s footsteps called out as she left “Hope to see you around baby!” When they had disappeared into the elevator Wendy started to snap my crotch back closed after sneaking a finger in to do a quick diaper check. “See everyone thinks you are a cute baby it’s a good thing you have a mommy like me to keep you looking cute.” I just wanted the whole apartment building to collapse on me putting me out of my misery in that moment but alas it did not. Soon Wendy was leading me by the hand again and in no time we were at her care. Opening up the back passenger door Wendy guided me into the seat before making sure I was securely buckled in. Giving me a quick kiss on the forehead she said “Mommy is so proud of how good a baby you were back there.” With that she shut the door and entering in the driver’s seat we set off to who knows where.

The broken sleep was not truly restful and by the time five o’clock rolled around I dead tired but wide awake. The cold damp padding encasing my lions having become very uncomfortable and all I could think about. I could already start to smell the stale urine smell and I wanted so badly to finally man up and rip off the diaper. I just sighed though when I thought of the video clip she had shown me. Just the mere mention of something like that getting out to all my hockey buddies would be the death of me. What if my brother or sister or worse my folks saw it? How would I be able to explain it to them? Gently rolling out of bed I stood up in the thick bulging diapers and walked towards my bathroom in the natural habit of relieving myself upon waking up. The crinkle was deafening in the early morning silence. Knowing I was expected to just use my diaper waddled over and stood in front of the toilet. Closing my eyes and pretending it was just an ordinary morning I struggled for five minutes before slowly I was able to let go and really flood my diapers. They seemed to be swollen to capacity but the warmth of the latest wetting did make them feel a bit better again. Taking a quick moment to brush my teeth and then wash my face pausing momentarily when I looked up into the mirror. The image that stared back at me was a pathetic sight. Waddling back into my room I headed to my closet to find anything that would sort of conceal the diapers that were drooping quite noticeably. Not a single pair of pants I had would fit over and let me do up the button. Tried on a few different pairs of sweat pants before I found one that kind of hid the diapers. The saggy drooping diapers pushed down the sweatpants a bit leaving much more of the waist band exposed than I would have liked. Trying to counter this I found my longest fitting tee-shirt and pulled it on but while it hid the waist band it also seemed to just pull tight across the diapered area making it seem more obvious as to what I was wearing. Looking around for something else to hide the diapers I found an old oversized hoodie and tossed it on before walking back into the bathroom and check myself out in the mirror. If someone had a bad cataracts they just might not be able to tell but aside from that I was certain it was impossible to not tell. At least it was still early in the morning and not many people might be about. Catching a cab back to the arena I rejoiced in the fact it was a barren and empty parking lot before hoping in the truck cringing at the feeling of the soggy padding when I sat as I could feel pee leak out form the padding and lap around my balls before slowly absorbing back in. I just needed to make the day then this could all end I kept telling myself. With that I turned the key and off I set to Wendy’s apartment. Sure when I pulled up I was over an hour early, the clock have not even struck six, but the streets were not yet filled with people. Not content to just sit in my truck for another hour killing time, besides I was really getting sick of the feel of the wet diaper, I jumped out of my truck and walked over to the front doors. Standing at the entrance I quickly looked up her apartment number and gave it a buzz. I could hear a few rings before whomever was on the other end hung up. Waiting a second I punched in the apartment number again. Once more there was no answer. Sure I was a little early and she was most likely asleep but it was Wendy’s who wanted me here. Third times the charm I tried the buzzer once more. Before it even range I heard a key turn in the entrance door behind me. A man who looked more asleep than awake paid me no heed and right in. I waited just to the last second before reaching over and grabbing the door letting myself into the building. Letting my unknowing door man catch his own elevator I then waited for it to return before getting in and pressing the button for the thirty-second floor. As the elevator shot off I just kept telling myself, just make it through the day, just make it through the day. Once the elevator doors opened I retraced my steps from the day before and was soon standing before the door to Wendy’S apartment. Taking in a deep breath I started pounding on the door. I waited a bit and no answer so I started pounding on it again. Still no answer. Getting annoyed I pulled out my phone and just kept hitting redial for five minutes straight until at last I heard a groggy and annoyed sounding “Who is it?” as Wendy finally answered. “It’s me Ryan. I’m at your front door, let me in.” I barked. “Your early baby, just give mommy a second.” I could hear the sounds of footsteps slowly coming to the door before with the click of a lock the door swung open to reveal a disheveled looking Wendy in a house coat. She quickly embraced me in a huge exclaiming “Awww baby just could not wait to see his mommy again could he?” Her hand migrated down to my bottom and poked at the dropping material hanging around my waste. “Feels like baby did a lot of pee pee in his diapie. I bet he wants mommy to get him all cleaned up and put into a nice fresh one doesn’T he?” With that she stared into my eyes as if waiting for a reply. It took me a few seconds to clue into what she wanted but feeling her softly pat the diaper I got it. “Yes please mommy.” A large smile crossed her face as she offered up her hand “Take mommies hand then baby.” With that I was pulled into her apartment and led to her bed. There I stood as she slowly removed first my hoodie, taking her time to fold it up neatly. Then my tee-shirt repeating the process before pulling down my sweat pants stopping along the way to poke her finger in the leg band and exclaiming. “Oh dear you real do wet heavy. I might have to start triple diapering you.” Before continuing to pull down my pants. “Left foot up baby.” I complied as she pulled my foot out of the pant leg. “Now your right one baby.” Once more I did as she commanded. Folding my sweat pants up as well she disappeared to her closet with them returning instead with one all her baby changing supplies, this time the fresh diaper was one of the ones that had BABY in block letters across the front. As well as it looked like a baby blue top. Laying a mat underneath me she pushed me back a bit and I instinctively laid on my back on top of the mat. Then pulling of each of my socks she slowly went to work pulling off each one of the four tabs of the outer diaper first with no sense of urgency before repeating the task with the inner diaper. The whole time she hummed the annoying nursery rhyme tune. The front of the diaper loose she started to rub and tease me just getting me to rise to attention before pulling the front away. The cool air feeling oddly strange on my skin. “Looks like you are still loving your diapers aren’t you baby?” as she inspected the diaper closer “and you listened to mommy and made sticky in your diaper didn’t you?” Feeling beyond humiliated and knowing when she asked me these questions she expected and answer I replied. “Yes mommy.” She sweetly answered back “Good baby.” Before grabbing some wipes and setting to work cleaning me up. The first touch of the cold wipe on my dick caused it to stand down. She chuckled to herself and returned to her humming. My arms moved up and covered my face as if that would shield me from the whole process but only added to my misery when Wendy said “Is my baby a little shy, aww don’t worry here take your paci.” Popping in the pacifier to my mouth. Sucking on it did seem to help my mind wander as I dreamed of being anywhere but there and for the most part succeeding only hearing her sing out commands. “Lift up baby.” “Scoot over a touch.” “Now we are going to make you smell all nice.” Before I knew it she was slowly stroking my dick causing it to rise to attention again as the sweet smelling perfume of the baby lotion entered my nostrils. Just as I started to join in on her motion with my hips she stopped and sprinkled me with baby powder before bringing up the front of the diaper and taping it securely in place. Trapping me in a sexually frustrated state. Taking my hands she pulled me up to my feet before exclaiming. “Look how adorable your new diaper is.” With that she gave me a quick rub through the padded material. “It has your name written right across the front of it just so we know whose diapers these are.” I hung my head feeling completely emasculated. “You are probably not old enough to read yet so let mommy help you out. One by one she poked into my diaper B A B Y, Do you know what that spells? BABY! And that is what you are.” There was no way I was going to make it through the day if she kept this up. Grabbing the light blue shirt off to the side she told me “Arms up now.” Before pulling it down over my head. Once she had it pulled down over my diaper I realized this was one of the onesies she had shown me and mentally flinched as I heard each snap along the crotch click closed. With the she looked up beaming at me rubbing the padding through the front of the onesie before giving me a peck on the cheek. “Now you were a fussy little baby and woke mommy up early so crawl into bed while mommy goes and gets you a bottle so we can have a little nap.” Turning around she left the room. I looked down at the front of my onesie and noticed a big character of Winnie the Pooh and had to struggle to keep myself from crying from the shame I was feeling. I crawled up onto the bed as asked though and waited for her to return. Once she did she tucked me in under the covers before cuddling up in big spoon again. The warmth of her body radiated to me and I could feel her breath and focused on that calming rhythm to keep from completely breaking down. Wendy pulled the pacifier out of my mouth then promptly placed the nipple from the baby bottle in its place and I nursed back the sweet apple juice contents before somehow managing to drift off to sleep. When I came too I was in a blissful state momentarily forgetting my predicament. My hips were genteelly pulsing forwards and one by one my senses came to. First the smell of the baby lotion, then the sound of my diaper crinkling lastly the sight of Wendy’s hand rubbing the front of my diaper. No sooner had I become fully alert then the rubbing of my diaper stopped. Slowly she pulled her hand away and I could feel myself thrusting further forward trying to re-establish contact with it before she just ran it up my side giving me a little tickle before saying. “You are just too adorable but mommy thinks it is time we got up and enjoyed our day together though.” With that she threw back the covers before rolling out of bed and coming over taking my hand to and pulling me out of bed in toe. With my hand firmly in hers she started to lead the way before stopping and looking back at me. “You know I think you should crawl when we are in the house.” “I don’t want to crawl” Awww “Baby seems to be a grumpy pants. Now remember you need to mind your manners and address me properly today as well as not fuss when I tell you to do something. Unless of course you want your little diaper humping video getting out.” That was enough of a threat for me and slowly I dropped to my hands and knees. “Sorry mommy.” “Good baby now follow mommy.” With a bit of a jump in her step she continued into the main room of the apartment before directing me to sit at the base of her couch. “Now sit here and be good while mommy makes you some breakfast.” With that she flicked on the TV and then walked away with the remote to the kitchen. “Oh no! Naughty Noo-Noo!” came blaring from the TV. Just great I was going to have to sit here dressed as a baby listening to Teletubbies. Just how I wanted to spend my Sunday. Returning from the kitchen Wendy produce another bottle and said “Now be a good baby and make sure that is all gone by the time I have your food ready or I will be giving you two more.” Begrudgingly I started sucking back the new bottle before pulling it away from my mouth and trying to make any sense of what was happening in the Teletubies show “Po cootah!”, “Laa-Laa cootah!” How did this actually become a real television show? “Uh oh looks like someone was a naughty baby and didn’t listen to mommy.” Looking over to Wendy I saw her looking down adoringly at me. Then past her I looked at the table and saw a large bowl with steam raising off it sitting in the middle of the table. Realizing what this meant I put the bottle to my lips and started sucking feverishly and in no time had the bottle finished. I hoped this was good enough for Wendy as I just looked over to her waiting for a response. “Looks like someone is a real thirsty baby good thing you are getting two more bottles now.” My heart sank as I was already beginning to feel the pressure slowly growing in my bladder and while it was inevitable that I would be wetting at some point during the day I was hoping it was going to be later instead of sooner. “Crawl over to the table and mommy will help you into your seat.” I did as instructed and once I was there she grabbed my arm saying “Up” so I stood up only to have her pat my padded butt before guiding me into a chair. “Now wait there and mommy with be right back with a new baba for you.” Now that I was at the table I was better able to inspect the bowl which was filled up to the rim with porridge. It was more than enough to have happily fed two people with ease. Beside it sat a lone solitary spoon. My eyes grew as I clued in Wendy intended to feed me the whole bowl. Caught in a trance as I stared at the bowl I was awoken when I saw a the baba return full of juice once more. Wendy pulling up a chair beside me playfully brushed my hair before producing a bib and with a bit of pageantry secured it around my neck. Looking down at it I read what was embroidered upon it. “Silly Mommy my cape goes on the other way.” I thought it was kind of funny so let a stifled laugh pass my lips which seemed to make Wendy happy. Draping one arm over my shoulder she pulled the bowl towards her saying “I think my baby likes his new bib doesn’t he?” As I opened my mouth to object she skillfully guided a spoonful of the porridge into my mouth. I never closed my mouth though so as she withdrew the spoon still with most of it’S contents on it she purposely smeared the spoonful across my face. Glaring at her she just continued on “I have such a fussy little baby, maybe he needs mommy to give him a little spanking to get him to behave.” Her up to now motherly look changing to a stern look to meet my glare. Realizing she was getting annoyed and trying to explain myself I said “I not hungry and I don’t like porridge.” Wendy still with a stern look on her face placed the spoon back in the bowl and used her freed up hand to firmly grab my chin and and force me to look in her eyes. “Baby I have already given you one warning, this is your second. You are to do whatever mommy wants today that is finale. Not only are you going to eat all this porridge but you are going to greedily welcome each and every spoon I bring to your mouth. Because I know you are just a baby and did not know any better I am going to give you one more chance but after that your little video is going to be shared everywhere.” With that she released my chin and I could not help but look down in defeat. “Look up at mommy baby and tell me if you understand.” Slowly I raised my eyes back to meet hers probably looking like a dog that had been beaten. “I understand mommy.” Gleefully she cried out while giving my diapered crotch a fir pat before sneaking in a finger to do a diaper check. “Good now lets get back to feeding mommies little baby. I kind of think secretly you are wanting to make mommy to share your cute little home video there. One more thing baby I expect you to be wet by the time you are done eating.” The threat was real in my mind and I ate spoonful after spoonful to well past the point where I felt like I was going to burst. All the while trying to make myself pee into my diaper. Try as I might my subconscious was not willing to submit to the will of Wendy and I just could not wet. The last couple mouthfuls swallowed, Wendy dotingly wiped all the porridge I had managed to miss and was all over my face before asking “So did my baby wet himself?” I could only look down about to burst into tears as I knew this was my last chance and my life was over, she was going to post that video. As if reading my thoughts and confirming my fears she spoke up “Tsk, tsk I guess you really do just want everyone to see what a big baby you are.” Starting to rise from her seat I forcibly pulled her back into the seat “I’m sorry mommy I really am trying to go I just can’t.” In a panic I scanned the table spotting the full baba sitting there still. “I just need to be fed another baba is all and I am sure I will be able to wet myself. I’m really trying.” Releasing her hand she said nothing as she stood up and started to walk away from the table. That was it I was done. Only a few strides away she looked back at me catching my gaze. My misty eyes about to burst open with tears she said “Awww okay baby you look so cute I believe you are trying. Grab your baba then crawl over to the couch.” As she walked over to it and sat down in the middle. I was over joyed with her decision and in quick time had grabbed my baba and crawled over to her obediently sitting at her feet waiting her next instruction. “Okay now climb up onto mommies lap and straddle her.” It was a little awkward but I managed and soon we were sitting face to face. Her face just beaming with confidence “Such a good baby, yes you are” she exclaimed as she nuzzled her face into mine rubbing our noses together. “Now give mommy your baba.” I did as requested and in an overhand grip she rested it on top of her shoulder and told me to drink. Moving my head in she started to whisper encouragements to me while rubbing my back. AS the bottle almost came to a finish though and still having not wet myself her whisper of encouragement turned back to one of warning. “This is your last chance baby flood your diapers for mommy and prove just what a cute little helpless baby you really are.” Cheating a bit by only mocking a sucking action on the bottle I scrunched up my face push and pushing on my bladder to release itself. A brief little squirt came out and I breathed a sigh of relief relaxing thinking I was finally going to wet myself. As soon as I relaxed it stopped so I had to go back to pushing as hard as I could. Wendy seemed to be loving the show I was putting on for her as she half in laughter said “Good baby go on wet your diaper, do it for mommy you are almost there and it is going to feel so good once you do.” For a few minutes more I pushed until finally the stream started again. Relaxing again this time I kept my mind on the stream and managed to keep going and going and going. It seemed like it took an eternity to empty my bladder and as I felt my warm pee trickling down over my scrotum and pooling in my diaper I could feel Wendy starting to drive her hips up a bit creating an erotic sensation where I could feel my balls dipping in and out of the increasing amount of pee in my diaper. This made it harder to maintain the stream as I was getting very aroused. Expelling as much urine as I could I synched in my hips thrusting with the movement of Wendy. “Good baby” Wendy whispered into my ear. “Now finish your bottle up.” With my eyes closed I sucked back on the bottle draining the last few mouthfuls all while still pumping my hips. As soon as the bottle was finished though Wendy spoke louder. “Okay baby time to stop humping your diaper.” Still overly excited I tried to keep going but she just brought her hand up my back and grabbed my ear forcefully giving it a twist. The pain causing my head to try to twist with the ear I stopped. “Sorry baby but you have to learn to listen to mommy.” With that she went right back to rubbing my back ever couple rubs giving me a few pats on the back. Eventually leaving me to let loose with a deafening beelch. It seemed to take us both off guard and I just looked at her and shrugged “Sorry” She just smiled and laughed back tickling my sides a bit making me squirm. For a split second I was actually having a good time. No, I couldn’t be having a good time trapped as a baby with this women. My mind resetting back to just begrudgingly making it through the day so I could delete that video she had of me. Wendy seemed to see my demeanour change again so she spoke up “Alright little pissy pants lets go get you changed follow mommy.” Crawling off her lap I followed in behind her thinking she was just going to lead me to her bed instead she opened up her ensuite and had me crawl to the middle of the bathroom before commanding “Sit there while mommy draws you a bath.” I did as told still trying to get use to the feeling of sitting in a wet diaper as she turned on the taps testing the temperature before being satisfied she squirted some bubble bath into the water in not time huge mounds of bubbles were foaming. While this was going on she pulled down her pants calmly as could be and sat on the toilet. I looked up at her and she just said with a smirk “Mommies use toilets because they are all grown up but babies like you are so lucky because they just get to crawl around with their toilets wrapped around them.” This brought home the situation to me and I did start to sulk staring at the floor not being able to watch her flaunt her position over me. When she had finished her business she stood up turning off the taps before walking over to me. “Okay lay down baby and we will get that icky diaper off you.” I laid down passively and Wendy turned it into a whole spectacle slowly popping each snap of the onesie while teasing me about what she might find in my diaper. Once my diaper was exposed she kept at it reminding me about how my name was blazed across the front of the diaper once more slowly pointing out and spelling B A B Y before pulling the tabs and releasing me from the wet confines of the diaper. The cool feel of fresh air on my skin was a welcomed relief. Helping me to my feet she then pulled the onesie off me and led me to the tub guiding me into the warm soothing water. Being bathed by her was a sensual experience and once more I found myself enjoying the experience loosing track of time until she said “All done baby now stand up.” I did as I was told and was about to step out of the tub when she swatted my leg. “No stay in the tub baby we need to take care of this little problem.” With that she gave some of my pubic hairs a stiff tug causing me to jump a little bit. She turned around to grab a few things from the vanity. When I saw what was in her hands I opened my mouth to protest but she just slid a pacifier in it and shot me the stern glance I knew meant I needed to just follow her instructions. “Babies don’t have all that icky hair down there besides it really makes cleaning up during diaper changes a pain” Grabbing a pair of scissors so continued “Baby just needs to listen to mommy and everything will be okay. If you don’t” Snapping the scissors together to make a loud snip sound. “Well baby wouldn’t want that now would he?” Feeling nothing but disgust at myself for continuing along with her regression of me I just shook my head no and looked down. Watching her work I saw the signs of my maturity and manhood be first trimmed down then covered in saving cream and lastly shaved smooth as a babies bottom. Speaking of which having my rear shave was the most humiliating as she made me pull my cheeks apart so she could get every last hair. It was only once she did that I was then allowed to exit the tub and she dried me off with a big fluffy towel. “All clean baby, now let’s get you ready for our big day out.” “Big bay out?” was all I managed from behind my pacifier as she guided me by the hand to her bed.

For a minute I just stood in the hallway not knowing what to do as my mind just focused on the bulk between my legs and how my pants seemed to be struggling to contain said bulk. I came to my senses when I heard a door close down the long corridor. Frantically I looked left then right before spotting the elevator and I hurriedly toddled over to it rapidly pushing the button. As I looked down I looked back down the corridor to see a young couple walking towards me. With a “Ding!” the doors opened and I stepped in then frantically hitting the button for the ground floor and hitting the door close button. Just as they were within earshot the doors to the elevator slowly started to close and I could hear the guy call out “Hold the elevator!” I still just kept repeatedly hitting the door close button just catch a glimpse of their faces as the doors shut. I only breathed a sigh of relief when I felt the lurch of the elevator as it started to descend. My relief was short lived as only two floors down it came to a stop and the doors opened to reveal two very attractive coed who entered the elevator casually talking amongst each other. I just kept still and awkwardly tried to avoid their eye contact by just staring down at the floor. As one of the girls reached by me to push the button for the parkade where she seemed to hesitate and take in a deep breath before moving to the back of the elevator beside her friend. As we started to descend once more the whole time I still stayed looking down directly at my feet. I over heard her say to her friend “Something smells nice in here.” “Yeah it actually does.” Taking a few sniffs of the air she continued “kind of smells like my sisters baby.” “Oh my god that is it. I love that smell. Babies are just so adorable.” She replied. On hearing that my trembling hand lost its grip on my keys, phone and wallet all three of theming thudding as they hit the ground. I just closed my eye trying my hardest to not think about the fact that I smelled enough like a baby anyone even standing near me could smell it. Taking deep controlled breaths they did little to help prevent my face from feeling like it was growing flush. Their conversation stopped and they seemed to just stop. Time all but stopped for me as I stood paralyzed by embarrassment. For a moment I lost all control of my senses the world seemed to have turned into a blur and I could not hear a thing. The elevator coming to a stop on the ground floor I was brought back to consciousness and I heard the girl nearest to me call out “Hey buddy are you okay?” as she shook my arm. “Sorry I just seemed to black out for a second.” I meekly replied. Before swallowing my pride and bending over to pick everything up. My fear being just showing off a rather thickly padded rear to the women but as I stood up I felt the back of my shirt bunch up. Reaching around with my free hand I felt that the back of my shirt had lifted up and caught on the back of the diapers showing off my shameful garments. The door of the elevator just started to close so I quickly put my arm up to stop them and quickly made my exit. Not before I heard the voice of the girl who had shook my arm say loudly in a half state of disbelief “Was he wearing a diaper?” In unison both girls burst out laughing as the doors closed behind me. Taking another deep breath I just kept telling myself all I had to do was get home and this nightmare would be over. Looking out across the lobby of the apartment building I did not see anyone so felt a little more comfortable as I walked out the front doors. Unfortunately for me Wendy lived right downtown just off a major artsy commercial area and with it being Saturday afternoon the streets were packed. I knew it was ridiculous to think that anyone was paying me any attention at all but knowing the two girls in the elevator had noticed in all of the forty seconds we shared the space I could not help but think I had a huge sign pointing right at me flashing out “Diaper Boy.” I found an outcrop of her apartment building along the sidewalk where I could kind of just hide as I called for a cab. Waiting there my paranoia of people seemingly being focusing their attention on me grew again as the couple I had shut the elevator doors on walked past giving me a sideway glance before calling out. “Thanks a lot asshole!” I just hung my head shamefully. The cab could not come quick enough and when it did I just did my diaper waddle over to it and climbed in giving him the address of the hockey arena I played at last night just planning to pick up my truck then bar myself in my house for the rest of the weekend. Half way to the arena my phone rang with a text notification. “Did you make it home safely baby? Mommy already misses you.” Wendy, I shuddered if I ever saw her again it would be a moment too soon. The course of events from leaving home last night to play in a game seven championship finale along with the highs of winning that game, to the idiotic fun I had celebrating with the team after to the embarrassing lows of not only waking up in a diaper but spending the better part of the day in one not only wetting myself but also being seemingly unable to stop myself from being pleasured in them. What was going on with me. My phone rang out again and I looked down to see yet another message from Wendy. “Aww is my little baby being a little pouty diaper butt?” What was wrong with this girl she just never quit. The cab driver slowed as he pulled up in front of the arena. As I handed him some cash for the ride I was just about to open the door when I looked out into the parking lot. Standing there in a small group were about half the guys from my team, it just so happened they were all standing by my truck. Quickly I laid down in the back seat of the cab calling out to the driver “ uh I changed my mind” and quickly spouted out my home address finishing it off with an excited telling him “drive!” as he seemed to just be looking at me like I was crazy. He gave a casual shrug before putting the car into gear and we were back on the road again. My phone sounded again. Fuck Wendy stop messaging me I thought as I looked down at my phone. “Hey man was that just you who showed up in the cab? If you are ashamed of that girl you went home with last night we all already know.” It was Matty my D partner. How did they know? I saw my whole world flash before my eyes as if it was coming to an end. I typed back a quick reply “What do you mean?” “Potski said he saw you being helped into a taxi last night by some troll looking creature. Said she had to be at least two-fifty.” My panic subsided a bit after seeing his reply. They just saw me get in a cab with her and knew nothing else. At least something was going my way today. “Uh yeah I am just going to leave it a I don’t want to talk about it” “That good of a night hey. You know if she did something to you there is a number you can call.” “Ha ha very funny.” “Hey I am just looking out for my D partner, why did you take off without saying hi anyways? It’s not like the boys would have razzed you that bad. You should come back we are having a couple beers in the parking lot.” Trying to think of a good excuse “I left my keys at her place I realized so need to get back there” “LOL going back for seconds are ya?” “Fuck off man. I’ll talk to you later” Twenty more minutes or so had passed as I rode back across town anxiously waiting to get home so I could just close my door behind me and get away from the world. That is when my phone beeped again. Looking down I saw it was a message from Wendy again “Ryan Daniel Smith it is not polite to not get back to mommy when she is talking to you.” Adrenalin started flooding my body and I became hyper aware of my surrounds as I started to have a bit of an anxiety attack. How did she know my full name? My hands started to go clammy as I just stared at the screen. A notification popped up from Facebook and slowly I clicked on it to see Wendy was trying to add me as a friend. There was no way that was going to happen so I clicked on reject. Another text popped up on my phone “That was not very nice and after all I did to make sure baby had a fun time in your diapers.” How she kept calling me baby and calling them my diapers it had gnawed at the back of my mind all day as she repeatedly kept mentioning to me as such and emphasizing always they were my diapers I had enough. In anger I typed back “Listen Wendy I am not your fucking baby and I never will be so stop calling me that. Last night was nothing but a nightmare for me so please stop messaging me I do not want to fucking talk to you” “Tsk tsk tsk baby has such a potty mouth I am going to have to punish baby next time he comes over.” “I am not going to come over again. Bye I am blocking your number.” Before I could though she shot back one more message. Not so much a message but a media file. In interest I clicked on it. My anxiety shot into high gear when I saw it come up. It was a short video clip a little grainy but you could definitely tell it was me. Clad in only a diaper and with my eyes closed rhythmically sucking on a pacifier while straddling her leg and madly humping it. The phone dropped from my hands and I zoned out. I felt myself being violently shaken when I finally came to as the cab driver was trying to get me to come to. I just looked at him pale faced and handed him a wad of cash not even caring how much it was collecting my phone, keys and wallet I got out and like a zombie stumbled towards my front door. The cab driver called out “My friend, my friend you payed me way too much.” I just called back “Keep it.” Pushing through my door and collapsing against it as I closed it. Looking back at my phone I could see Wendy had sent another message “You still there baby?” I wrote back only “Yes” “Yes who baby?” She was really going to make me do this. “Yes mommy.” I quickly followed up with “Please delete that video” “Awww but baby looked so cute in it and it was your first diaper change.” “Just please do not show that to anyone I’ll do anything you want.” “Well of course you will silly baby I am your mommy.” She quickly followed that up “Is my baby wet yet?” “No” “I shouldn’t have to keep repeating myself here you might just earn yourself a spanking baby if you can’t learn. No who?” She won my will to resist evaporated at that moment. “No mommy.” “Does baby need to go?” “Kind of mommy.” “Awww cute you remembered to call me mommy. Well I want you to show how good of a baby you are and wet your diaper for me.” “I’ll try mommy.” Standing up I tried to push past years of potty training and every bit of my unconscious brain that just refused to let me do something that was so unnatural feeling. “Mommy never asked baby to try she told you to wet your diaper. While we are waiting mommy wants you to add her as a friend on Facebook.” “I will if you promise not to ever show anyone that video.” I received a notice from her again and this time I reluctantly click approve. “Good baby, mommy is so proud of you. Have you wet yet?” “I am trying mommy it is just really really hard” “Does mommy’s baby have a computer with a web cam?” “Yes mommy” Before I knew it I had also added her on MSN messenger (it was 2009 at the time) and stood in front of my camera in nothing but my diapers while sucking on my thumb eventually managing to wet my diaper. The whole time Wendy cooed and encouraged me with a materialistic tone in her voice. As soon as I had assured her I was all done going she then encouraged me to rub myself through the diapers which as much as I hated did feel so good it got to the point where I had both my hands on the front of the diaper trying to rub myself but the padding was just to think to reach climax. After tying for a while I gave up in frustration. I had just tried to slide my hand down the front of my diapers when Wendy spoke up “Uh un baby mommies rule is you can only rub yourself through the outside of the diapers.” After I had stopped trying to get excited my mind started racing about how messed up this all was. The second time for the day I was sitting a diaper I had peed in. Feeling ridiculous for even having to ask “Can I take my diapers off please mommy?” Wendy just burst out in a kind laugh “No silly baby you need to keep those on in case you have an accident.” Pathetically I asked “How long do I have to keep them on for?” “You can come over to my place and I will change you in the morning.” It was only five in the afternoon by this point she couldn’t possibly expect me to stay in a wet diaper that long besides what if I wet again. My other diaper did not even last a single wetting. “Please Wendy what if they leak?” I begged. “What did I tell you about calling me Wendy, I’m your mommy now and I expect you to call me that.” I had to finally ask. “Why me? Why are you doing this to me? Can’t you see I don’t want to be your baby?” “Well you are just too cute to not have in a diaper. Besides when you were laying down half passed out in the street last night all helpless I knew you needed the guidance of a loving mommy to clean up your act. All men are really just babies deep down inside. You can tell me you don’t like the feel of your wet di di pulled up all snuggle around you.” As she said that and I thought about it I could feel myself getting excited and the diapers bugle out ever so slightly more than they already did. I had a sudden moment of clarity and came to a realization that I should have clued into many hours prior. Pointing down to my waste “These aren’t just some diapers you had left over from your grandparent visiting you are they? You did not just put it on me in some kind of act of benevolence did you? No you had them on hand to diaper some drunken idiot who went home with didn’t you? That’s why you just randomly seemed to have a pacifier and baby bottle kicking around?” “Aww my baby is so smart, yes he is. I had been wanting to find someone to diaper for some time now and like I said seeing you all helpless last night after being so heroic to return mommies purse to her I knew I found my baby.” “How did you find out my full name?” “That was easy I just looked through your wallet while you were passed out.” Inside I wanted to scream and shout at her but I was a little worried that if I was too mean to her she might just share the video she had sent me. For all I knew she had probably recorded my most recent performance. Why did I do that for her and just give her more ammo to potentially use against me? There was silence for a moment before I had to ask one more question. “Did I really wet my pants last night?” Wendy’s lips drew into a sly grin. I knew before she even responded what the answer was. “Well not technically but I like to think that is because of mommy’s quick thinking to put you in a diaper. We both know how badly baby flooded his diaper earlier.” Burning up with rage inside me I defending myself shouting “This is not some funny joke you know the only reason that happened was because you had me in a diaper and locked all your bathroom doors.” Calming down just ever so slightly but still talking in a raised voice. “The whole time the only reason I didn’t rip off my diaper and demand you give me my clothes back was because you told me they were drenched in piss. All the embarrassment of wetting myself in front of your and leaking all over the floor. Of being changed by you and treated like a baby being fed a bottle. I won’t even begin to tell you about my adventurers on the way home. All of this never needed to happen. I never asked you to do this to me. How could you even imagine that this was alright?” My voice had climbed back up to almost a yelling pitch by the end. Recomposing myself as I could see she had a bit of a hurt and confused look on her face as if she almost did not understand what she had done wasn’t right. I had no clue how she would react to my next bit it just came out in a cool steely voice. “You are a fucking crazy bitch and you honestly need to get some help you can’t just grab some guy and make him your baby.” She burst into tears and all I could think was oh fuck she is going to post that video of me somewhere I am certain of it. She was really getting into full body sobbing and I did start to feel bad for what I said no matter how much I believed it was true. Hating what I was about to say I softly said “Sorry mommy.” She seemed to cheer up to this bit of news but still was sniffling a bit and trying to hide the fact she was crying by wiping her sleeves across her eyes. “I’m sorry to baby.” “That’s not good enough you totally took advantage of me. Not to mention you recorded a video of me without my permission.” “Really baby I am so sorry.” “Okay you need to cut it with the whole mommy/baby thing right now. You are obviously upset about something and if you want we can talk about it but you need to stop calling me baby.” She let out a few more sobs before managing to regain her composure again. “Okay.” There was an awkward silence before I started “So where does this whole wanting a baby thing come from, and why a grown man in diapers?” Her eyes were welling up again and in a croaky voice she started to share her story. We ended up talking for hours as she poured out her heart to me. A few years prior she had been engaged and was due to have a baby boy. I am guessing her mate was not too happy about this because despite her swearing they were madly in love he would beat her and from the sounds of it pretty badly. One night after he had been out drinking with friends all night when he did come home in the wee hours of the morning she greeted him at the door embracing him and telling him how worried she had been. He just shrugged it off and while in the embrace she noticed he had some lipstick behind his ear. She laid into him for that getting rather worked up and in the ensuing fight he beat her so bad she ended up in the hospital for a week and soon after lost the child. This set her into a deep depression and while she seemed sad her partner left her soon after I think she was quite fortunate the asshole departed from her life. Ever since then though she could not help but feel abandoned and it sounded like she had somehow wired together both the desire to have back her lost son with trying to keep a guy in some messed up fantasy to control men with diapers. I did not understand one bit and in my mind I could not understand how she ended up in that place. It ends up I was not the first guy she diapered as she had reached out to a community online full of guys who actually wanted to be diapered. When I asked why she just didn’t seek out those men and diaper them. She just replied that none of them were the right baby for her and while she did often see them to have short sessions of play that was all they would end up being. The reason she had not kept me there longer is she had one of these other babies coming over though he ended up not showing up. She then proceeded to show me a whole bunch of baby items she had from all sorts of pacifiers and bottles, plastic pants with babyish patterns on them, a mixture of cloth diapers and other kinds of disposables some which had BABY in block letters running across them. A bunch of stuffed animals and then an assortment of onesies and rompers. Slowly in the back of my mind I could feel the urge to go to the washroom again and despite seemingly getting some control of the situation I had stayed sitting at my computer dressed only in my double diapers. As the pressure continued to build I figured I would close out the conversation by returning to questioning her on why she chose to diaper an unwilling participant and how could she not see how that was not okay. This brought on the water works again and I spent what seemed like forever trying to calm her back down. The pressure coming to a point where I figured I would just use my diapers, I was wearing them finish our conversation convincing her to leave me alone and close out this crazy day. Sitting down I had actually found it easier to release my bladder and soon I could feel the warmth of my urine helping to replace the feeling of cold clamminess of the wet diaper. No sooner as I had started to relieve myself than Wendy’s’ face lit up. I had never seen a person go so quick from complete sobbing despair to looking like they were delighted with glee. “I think someone just wet his diaper.” I managed to stammer out “How did you know” The conversation turned as I had just lost control of the situation again. “I can tell when someone has a potty face. But it is okay baby that’s why mommy put you in a diaper.” Trying to re-establish myself I stated “What did I say about the baby/mommy stuff no more okay?” “What did you just do baby?” “Wendy I am not a baby.” “What did you just do?” Quickly I said what she was wanting to hear. “I wet my diaper.” “Who’s diaper?” I realized where she was going with this begrudgingly I said “My diaper” She left out a happy laugh “I only know babies that wear diapers so that must mean you are a baby.” “Please stop it Wendy.” “Okay baby.” She really emphasized baby. “I will make you a deal. You need to stay in your diapers all night long, though if you want you can make sticky in them.” I cringed when I heard her describe jerking off in that way. “Tomorrow you need to come here bright and early. I expect your diaper to be soaked to capacity. I am going to change you and then you are going to spend the whole day as my baby boy. You have to honestly try to enjoy yourself. If you do that and by the end of the day you still want no part in this I will let you onto my computer to delete the video of you and we will never have to see each other again. On the other hand if you enjoy yourself mommy would love to make sure you stay a happy little baby.” “Wendy I am not comfortable with this.” “You don’t seem to be too fussy of a baby you have been sitting in a wet diaper most the night.” I blushed at the realization she was right and I had done nothing to change that fact. All I did was continue to play into by using it again. “Fine but just tomorrow then this is over, what time do you want me to come by.” “Mommy wants to spend as much time as she can with her baby so be here no later than seven. You’ll probably be in dire need of a change by then anyways.” Seven? That was going to make for a long Sunday. “Alright, what was your apartment number again?” “3217 baby, now mommy thinks it is time for you to go to beddie bye. Blow mommy a kiss.” I just glared at her. “Come on baby blow mommy a kiss and remember you have to follow my rules until tomorrow night. Least you want me to accidently post something.” I understood what she meant so I blew here a kiss and said “Night mommy.” Before ending our chat she added one last thing. “Remember mommy thinks it is adorable when you make sticky in your diapers. Just remember hands on the outside only.” With that she closed the chat. Sitting the events of the whole day played back through my memory and I kept trying to think of where it went so wrong. Why did I keep allowing her to just have her way. Standing up I made my way to the room the wet diapers crinkling loudly the whole way. Laying down in bed I could not get comfortable laying on my back so turned to my side restlessly tossing and turning. Each time I did the wet padding rubbing against my member soon had me excited and before I knew it I was laying on my belly with my hands between my legs frantically trying to rub myself to climax. It took what seemed like forever and I was a sweaty mess by after about an hour I was finally able to achieve my goal. Catching my breath I hated myself for doing it, I hated myself for allowing any of this to happen, I hated to think it was all my fault anyways and how I am never going to drink again. Eventually I did find sleep where I had crazy dreams where I would be just going about my everyday life be it work, being it with friends travelling the world and every time Wendy would just pop up admonishing me for not being diapered then in front of everyone just lay me on the floor and stripe me before thickly diapering me and dressing me in a onesie.

Thanks Eagle. Really quickly mashed together and probably could do with a good bit of actually editing but meh not best but I hope not the worst. Things should pick up in the next bit here. Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick The clock kept agonizingly taunt me as the seconds creeped by. Trying to focus back on my work it was fruitless as with every tick I just kept drifting off in my thoughts again. Wendy. Oh how Wendy had started this all. On one hand I could not fault her but on the other whenever my desire to be diapered rose up I could not help but look back on my time with her and cringe. I had not been searching for a relationship let alone anything like I was about to find myself involved in. If only my hockey team had lost that game we probably would have all just quietly sat in the dressing room wallowing in defeat. By we had won a hard fought series to clinch the div one league championship and in the jubilation well pretty much went out with the intent to drink the city dry. Bouncing from bar to bar the night faded into a blurry haze of shots and chugging beers from the cup. I did recall at the end of the night I was barely able to keep myself upright without the support of the bar. That is when I was first introduced to Wendy. Even with the extra heavy duty prescription beer googles I was wearing she still looked rough and no offense meant but if you are as wide as you are tall maybe skin tight Lulu lemons are not for you. As she came up beside me with her two friends I just politely returned the smile she gave me then turn and looked the other way. The only real advantage I saw to her being there is it meant the cute waitress who had been understandably avoiding having to talk with me by hiding out on the far side of the bar had to come back and serve her. Basically a captive audience I started trying to hit on her much like I had been for the better portion of the last half hour. Badly slurring my speech and looking at her with dazed eyes “I don’t know if you know this I play hockey good.” The waitress just rolled her eyes ignoring me as she took Wendy’s card to clear up her tab. I leaned in closer over the bar all but pushing Wendy right out of the way. Certain in my own head I was oh so close to getting the waitress to go home with me I kept just calling our “hey, hey, hey, hey” Certainly annoyed by my inability to be charming the waitress finally responded yelling out “What?” before recomposing herself and handing Wendy her card calling out “Thanks and have a great night you three” Before glaring back at me. “You look pretty when you are angry, it’s actually kind of hot.” She just stormed away. It was only moments later when a rather large bouncer placed his hand on my shoulder. Turning to see who felt they could just lay a hand on my shoulder I was not greeted by a face but just a barreled chest of the man. I am not a small guy so the fact dawned on me as I slowly tilted my head up to look him in the face as he said “I think it is time for you to leave sir” before gesturing with his free hand to the door. That I best listen to him. Turnign back to the bar I was just about to call out to the waitress who I was sure would only need to hear my voice one more time to fall madly in love with me when I felt a bit of a squeeze on my shoulder the bouncer adding “If you would need some assistance I would be happy to help you.” Once more looking him up and down I knew if I did not get a move on I would be having an even worse headache tomorrow than the self-imposed one I was certain to be waking up to. I stood up to walk away and realized that either Wendy or one of her friends had left their purse on the bar as I was leaning over it and always a chivalrous gentlemen when I have been drinking I stumbled out of the bar in a mad dash hoping to find them waiting outside for a cab. My progress was impeded as I did get broadsided by a large couch that was by the main door that literally came out of nowhere. I think I did a graceful recovery after crashing to the floor. Scrambling back to my feet I opened the door just in time to see Wendy wishing her two friends good bye as they were hopping into a cab. “Wait!” I screamed which had the opposite effect as instead of stopping the two girl quickly hopped into the cab and pleaded for their Wendy to get in. Doing my best to race over to them in a drunken waltz where I took more steps sideways than forwards Wendy seemed to look panicked and started to climb into the cab when I managed to trip on a planter slamming my shin hard and almost face planting it on the concrete. Despite being ina world of pain I just shot up my arm yelling out in an exasperated voicec “Purse!” The cab had just started to pull away when it slammed on the breaks and Wendy climbed out walking over to the heap that I was on the ground and grabbed the purse saying “Thanks.” Laying there not wanting to move at the moment as it seemed everything just hurt I cheerily replied “Don’t mention it.” Wendy’s friends from the cab yelled at her to get in but she just looked at me instead asking “Do you need some help getting up?” “Nah I am fine really perfect I have just never noticed how lovely the night stars are in the orange glow of halogen street lights.” Cocking her head to the sky and then looking back down at me “It’s overcast right now you can’t see any stars.” “I think I might really be hurt then” Her friends called out one more time yelling at Wendy to just leave me but she waved them off. “I’ll be fine I’m just going to wait with him until I can get him in a cab.” “What is he is a rapist or something just leave that tool where he is” her one friend screamed out insisting Wendy get back in the car. “I told you I will be fine besides I can’t just leave him here he brought me back my purse.” The cab driver getting anxious Wendy’s friends had to leave her be and they drove away into the night. After that my memory blacked out there was a faint recollect of Wendy being very motherly and being very concerned about my wellbeing as she piled me into a cab and later her trying to drag my by then two hundred pounds of just dead weight. Next recollection I had was coming to in a pitch dark room having no clue where I was. An arm was draped over from behind me and as I carefully turned my head to see who it was I was met by Wendy’s kind and friendly face. While it was kind and friendly it also looked like I came out of some expressionist painting. Wanting to extricate myself from the situation I slowly started trying to wiggle my way free which is when I instantly was drawn to the sensation of bulky material around my crotch and a crinkeling noise coming from there as well. Stunned I shot my hands down feeling it and had to stifle myself from shouting out “What the….” Which I think almost woke Wendy as she stirred a little bit actually tightening her grip on me. My head was pounding something fierce and I had to keep telling myself to just calm down and wait for Wendy to be out cold then I could get free and get the hell out of dodge. Slowly and painstakingly I twisted and turned trying my best be quite which was hard with the crinkle of whatever I was wearing but eventually I was able to get free and trying to stand I almost fell my head spinning from the alcohol still. Steading myself upon closer inspection with my hands I was able to confirm that she must have put me into some kind of diaper. I thought about ripping it off right then and there but then decided I should try to find my clothes first. I started trying to walk across the room but she had black out curtains so despite a faint green glow from her alarm clock which really only sort of lit up the far side of the room I could not see a thing. No sooner had I took two steps as I managed to stub my toe and almost trip over a bookshelf she had. While I was able to bite my tongue and not make any sound the diaper around my waist seemed to be trying to wake Wendy up with its seemingly deafening crinkles as I tried not to hop around in pain. I heard her stir a bit in the bed so I froze and waited in silence hoping she would not wake. After I felt I had let a reasonable amount of time pass I then decided to get down on all fours and crawl around the room as it seemed like the best method to blindly feel for my clothes and avoid stubbing another toe. Methodically I worked myself from one side of the room to the other only coming across her clothes and as I rounded the opposite side of the bed I had crawled out of in the comparatively blinding light of the alarm clock I felt as if I was being watched and after shooting a quick glance over my shoulder Wendy still seemed right out so I continued searching the last bit of the floor with no success. My clothes had to be somewhere I had been able to fumble and find two doors so I crawled back to the nearest one and ever so carefully turned the knob opening the door a tiny sliver at first to look and make sure there wasn’t somebody or a pet that might blow my cover. The room I wsa peering into was at least illuminated with the early dawn light as there was a patio which led out to a balcony with its curtains open. Things were looking up for me as I slid out the door closing it behind me and with enough light to make out objects quickly moved about trying to find my clothes. I came up empty handed again. I did piece together a bit of where I was though. I guessed we must have been on the thirtieth floor of a condo building and she just had a small one bedroom unit which I breathed a sigh of relief as it meant no one was going to just walk in on me prancing about the place in nothing more than a diaper. Getting a chance to take a better look at the infantile garment I was wearing it looked rather institutional I for some reason had half thought while I was crawling around ti was going to have cartoon designs or something on it. All I could make out were just some blue stripes and the letters M4 on it. For a moment I just stood feeling the front of the diaper before it did not feel too bad actually kind of comfortable as it tightly encased my neither region. What was I even thinking pulling my hands away quickly I gave my head a shake putting my mind back to the task at hand. I still needed to find my clothes, hell even if I could just find my wallet and phone I was willing to sneak back in and steal her Lulus and flee the apartment. If the guys on my team ever found out about this I would never live it down. Trying the door I assumed would be for her washroom I found it locked which while a little odd in my mind just meant I was not going to be looking in there. The only other place they could be would be behind the other door in her bedroom. Crinkling my way back across her apartment I froze for a second as I noticed lights coming on in apartments across the street. I could even make out figures moving about. If I could see them, instantly I dropped to the ground. My heart all the sudden taking off at a mile a minute I swore it was about to pop out of my chest. As sneakily as I could I crawled back across the apartment and ever so slowly opened the door. It was hard to make out anything coming from the relatively bright dawn lit room back to the absorbing darkness in the bedroom. Quietly I slid pass the door before closing it again and droping back to the ground to crawl over to the other door. Certain in a few short minutes my bizarre morning was going to come to an end I tried the door handle only to find it was locked as well. “Fuck!” I called out a bit too loud and I just heard a giggle come from the bed. Still on all fours I just remembered Jurassic Park, if you don’t move she won’t be able to see you. I remained motionless not even daring to look back towards the bed. Then with the faint sound of a click I was blinded as the room was instantly illuminated. Like a deer in the headlights I could not move a muscle even though my mind was yelling at me to run and run now. “Awww now don’t be like that” In a motherly nursery rhyme sounding voice “as cute as it was to watch you crawl all around the room you must be tired I think it is time you came back to bed.” I could hear her slide the covers off of her and stand up from the bed walking over to me. She saw me crawling? I could feel my face grow flusher by the second. My mind was firing like mad as I tried to process and make sense of everything. It was only a diaper just a bit of padding and some plastic. Nothing to get worked up about. I had to just calm down, find my pants and get out of Wendy’s home. That whole train of thought disappeared as she reached me and patted my diaper butt before running her had across my back. “Come on take mommies hand.” She said in a loving but stern voice. Did she just call herself mommy? I thought and I wanted to say desperately to something, anything but my voice was trapped in my throat. Then I had another frightening image pop in my head what if Wendy was naked. I have no idea why my mind jumped to that being the biggest issue at to moment but it did. I shuddered a bit as she genteelly pulled me by my shoulder turning me around to face her as I did I looked up to see her not in the buff but in some flannel pajamas. She wasn’t naked. For some reason that fact alleviated a lot of panic and embarrassment I was feeling. My brain starting to reboot itself I slightly regain control of my body and I stood up as she took my hand and led me back to the bed. With a warm smile she patted the mattress where about an hour before I had started my failed escape attempt. AS soon as I had laid back down I realized just how tired I was. The splitting headache that had been throbbing in the background picked up in intensity reminding me just how much I drank last night. Wendy then crawled back into bed turning off the lamp and then snuggling back up as the big spoon behind me. She whispered into my ear “You looked so cute when you were all red in the face there I could have just eaten you right up then and there.” With that she brought her arm she had draped over me and started rubbing the front of my diaper. To my utter horror and shock I instantly go excited and I could feel my member struggling to break free form it’s soft confines. I tried to pull away a bit but Wendy just kept at it slowly and methodically rubbing for a good twenty minutes building up to a point where I was actively moving my hips in time with her stroking trying to reach climax. The extra padding dampened the sensation a bit so it was a very frustrating build up. The whole time I could not help but think of how messed this whole situation was but I had a plan I just needed some sleep then when I had my wits about me I could get out of this place. Scratch that I just needed to climax, then sleep and regain my wits and get out of this place. Seeming to sense that I was about to cum Wendy just gave my penis a playful pinch through the front of the diaper and whispered “Sweet dreams baby” into my ear before abruptly stopping. I instantly tried to bring the free arm I not laying on down to finish myself but Wendy deftly grabbed it and pinned it behind my back preventing its use. In a sweet mocking voice she said “ah ah baby, only mommy is allowed to play with that toy.” I let out a little whimper and in frustration I tried to just hump the air trying to use what little friction from the material in the diaper provided. It was to no avail and after trying to move to get my other arm free and being pinned each time I tried. Wendy seemed to be getting a little annoyed with me “Stop it and go to sleep baby, if you are a good boy I promise you when you wake up we will make sure you are nice and happy down there.” I was so messed up in my train of thoughts so I just turned my head and said “Promise?” Why was that what came out of my mouth? Why was I not demanding my cloths back so I could leave. With a happy grin she said “promise” and then kissed my forehead. A ten are fifteen minutes passed before I had to ask the burning question looming in the back of my mind “Where are my clothes? When I searched the condo I couldn’t find them.” She just let out out a high pitched bit of laughter “Oh baby did not find them on his cute little crawling expedition?” I just stared at her. “Do you not remember anything from last night? Do you remember anything at all about what happened in the cab on the way here?” I just meekly said “No, Last thing I recalled was you pulling me into the cab.” She burst out laughing again. “Well no sooner had you got into the cab as you passed out when we were about a block away you pissed your pants drenching yourself and getting the cab driver so angry he kicked us out right there.” A look of mortification came across my face. “Well since you were so nice and returned my purse I felt I had to take care of you, even if you could function I doubt any cab drivers would have picked you up in your pissy pants.” For the twentieth time since I came to my face as turning flush. “Aw is my little pissy pant cutie all shy about having wet himself?” while playfully messing about my hair. I tried to cough out a response but she continued not giving me a chance to speak. “Well after a good deal of effort and having to enlist a passerby on the street to drag you into the elevator to get you here I was left with a bit of a conundrum.” Finally I interrupted “Did she say someone had to help her drag me in here? Did they see me in wet pants?” “Sweetie they were not just wet they were drenched it would have been hard to miss, every step you took we could hear your shoes make squishy sounds.” I just wanted to kill myself right then and there. “You even kept apologizing to the guy and in the end offered him a twenty for his efforts, sadly that was all covered in pee pee so the guy just told me to make sure you don’t drink as much anymore. I think that is the least you could to pay him back and we are going to be working on that as mommy doesn’t think her baby should drink so much either.” Why was she talking like we were a thing? What was with all this baby and mommy talk I was only here because I had one very terrible horrible night and as soon as she actually told me where my pants were I was intent on leaving. She continued on while stroking my hair “So there I was left with trying to think of what to do with you when I remembered I had some diapers that I figured just might fit you from when my grandparents stopped by to visit last year. It was either clean you up and put you in one of those or slip you into a pair of my panties which the thought did cross my mind but figured it would be safer for my bed if I just diapered your cute little bottom up.” To add emphasis to the last bit she quickly brought her hand down and patted my diaper. My shame subsiding I was starting to get slightly annoyed with all the baby talk and her touching of my diapers, was I really thinking of it as my diapers. No it is just a diaper she put on me I guess for a kind of plausible reason. I wanted an answer to my question all the same so I spoke again “So thanks I guess for helping me out of a bad spot last night and I am sorry to have put you through all that. I am really not comfortable wear this diaper or for that fact lying in bed with you. Can you please just tell me where my clothes are.” She seemed a little hurt by my comment but did not miss a step quickly rubbing the front of my diapers again getting me excited once more before exclaiming “I find it hard to believe you are not at least a little bit comfortable in your diaper. Mr.Happy down stairs sure seems to like his new home.” I brushed her arm away trying to remain on task. “Look…. What is your name by the way? I do not want to be in this diaper so if you could please just tell me where my clothes are I would be very appreciative.” “Most people call me Wendy but if you want you can call me mommy, what’S my little babies name?” “Ryan. No wait, stop it with the mommy talk please.” “Okay baby Ryan.” How she had drawn out the emphasis on baby I was getting quite angry and aggressively I tore her hand away from my crotch. Forcefully and coldly I asked one more time “Where are my clothes Wendy?” “Now, now baby no need to be like that I think someone is being a grumpy gus because he needs some sleep.” Giving up on trying to rub my diaper so instead playing with my hair. “No more baby talk! My pants?” I yelled. She stopped playing with my hair “Well if you want to be that way I think you can just walk out of here in your little diaper there.” With that she started pushing me out of the bed. The thought of having to walk in public in just a diaper sorted me right out and I quickly changed my tune. “Sorry, sorry sorry” were the first words out of my mouth. “Listen Wendy I am sorry and like I said I am thankful for your help last night. Now please don’t kick me out all I want to know is where my clothes are.” She got a playful look on her face. “You can stay but I need you to tell me. Sorry mommy.” “Wendy I am not going to say that” With that she went back to shoving me out of the bed and it was not until I had been pushed right out I relented. “Sorry” there was a bit of a pause as she stopped shoving me and I struggled to get out the rest of the phrase. “Sorry who?” She smiled triumphantly at me. “Sorry mommy.” “Good boy, now crawl back into bed with mommy.” I did as I was told and after she had once more snuggled up to me the big spoon she finally continued her story. “So after I had my little baby boy diapered and managed to drag you into bed I was left with what to do with your soaked clothes. They were still there dripping and I do not have a washing machine to wash them so I just bundled them all up in a garbage bed and set them by the front door.” I had recalled finding the bag by the front door but I just assumed it was garbage. “The laundromat in the building does not open until ten so I figured you could just sleep here in your diaper until I had a chance to wash them for you.” “Oh” was all I could muster, everything seemed so messed up right now. “I guess that makes sense kind of.” A few seconds later I let out an awkward sounding “Thanks.” See just looked at me like she wanted me to do the “Thanks mommy” phrase again but I was not doing that again so I pre-empted her saying anything else and said “I am really tired and my head is feeling like someone is constantly smashing it with a 9pd hammer. I am going to try and get some sleep.” Wendy just rubbed my back and said “Okay baby that is probably a good idea.” As awkward and bulky as the diapers felt between my legs it was not long before I drifted into a deep sleep. I have no clue how long I was out but right before waking up I remember have a string of dreams where everyhtign would be just a normal boring day but seemingly out of place a river would spring up and turn into a torrent or the sky would open up and releash a deluge. Every time I would get out of the rainfall or the river I always needed to relieve myself and I would find myself standing at a urinal where I would stand wanting so badly to go but just never could until the last one I just started to go when I woke up with a start quickly having to pinch off my bladder as I felt a tiny bit leak out into the diaper. For a moment I looked around in terror but then the strong urge to relieve myself struck again. To make things worse I soon became quite aware I was sucking on something in my mouth. She wouldn’t have would she. I did not care at that moment so I kept sucking on it as I hopped out of bed having to take ginger small hopping steps my whole body trembling. I crossed the room to the door I was sure was Wendy’s ensuite desperately trying to turn the handle with a violently shaking hand. Dammit it was still locked. Taking a bunch of quick deep breaths and trying to clear my mind for a second I was able to push the urge back down and thinking I was still okay with time to spare I then started a chaotic dance making my way to the other door in the department that I was also sure was a bathroom. Opening the bedroom door I saw the main part of her apartment was brightly lit by what looked to be a very beautiful sunny day. That did not matter though I just made my way as quickly as I could to the door I hoped was going to lead to my salvation. Dammit it was lock still as well. Not knowing what else to do as I was frozen in place unable to move for fear I would release the flood gates. Spitting out the pacifier I called out “Wendy! Wendy!” rocking back and forth there was no answer. Hoping a miracle had happened I once again tried the bathroom handle but there was no miracles about to happen. I dire straits and not knowing what else to do thinking that maybe just maybe it was all part of a game Wendy was playing. I cried out “Mommy!” As if some outside force was conspiring to make me atone for slights I had caused people and thought the best possible way was to make sure I was as humiliated as can be. Right at the moment I had cried out mommy the door to the apartment opened and Wendy came rushing in. “Aww baby that was so sweet you calling out for your mommy. Is everything okay, I am sorry mommy had to just got start the laundry to wash the clothes you had your little accident in.” Face once more flushing red from her seeing me and tears practically streaming down my face I begged her “Wendy I need to use the toilet right now can you please open the door.” My bouncing and erratic movements only became more desperate as she sweetly replied “But baby that is what your diapers are for and mommy would love it if you would use them, wouldn’t you feel much better just to let all your pee pee out?” A full stream of tears running down my face now “Please Wendy I don’t want to have to use my diaper can you please just open the door?” “Well I guess mommy could do that for you just this once and she slowly made her way to the door before exclaiming “oops I forgot the key is in my room I will be right back sweetie.” It felt like an eternity and I was at the point where I was certain even if she did open the door I was probably going to start wetting before I could remove the diaper. Still I had to try and as she came with key in hand and slightly bent over putting the key in the door she was just about to open the door when she looked at my diaper. “tsk tsk tsk trying to tell mommy you need to use the big boy potty when you already have wet your diaper.” “What are you talking about please just hurry up.” “Well you see diapers have wetness indicators so mommies can tell when they need to change their babies and looks like yours has already changes” She playfully pointed to the two yellow bands running down the middle of the diaper which part way through had turned blue. I was through with waiting and her games so I just shoved her aside and turned the key unlocking the door. I managed to make it to the toilet but when I reached down to rip off the tapes of the diaper Istopped vibrating and just froze as what sounded like a raging water fall of water released into my diaper it felt like ages passed as I just kept filling the diaper. I could feel the warm liquid seeping around every bit I had encased the diaper. Wendy by then had come up behind me and was softly cooing “That’s a good baby let it all out into your diaper, good baby” while rubbing my back. As much as I hated to admit it her reassurances did make the whole ordeal easier to take. It was still not easy to take and I was emotionally shattered having just flooded the diaper. To make matters worse I was still going when I started to feel a trickle of my pee run down my leg. I could only look down at the puddle that grew around my foot. “Awww baby sure is a big wetter, mommy is sorry you leaked but she will make sure it doesn’t happen again” still rubbing my back. As soon as the torrential sound stopped she continued “are you finished baby?” I just nodded my head yes. Grabbing a towel off the wall she caringly wiped up the puddle at my feet and quickly dried of my one leg. Taking me by the hand she then led me back to her room. Stopping ever so briefly to pick up the pacifier I had spat out and placing it back in my mouth. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing did I really just wet my diapers in front of a women who really was just slightly more than a stranger. I was on autopilot and just followed Wendy as she laid out the towel on the bed then pushed me down on it. I just kept sucking on the pacifier finding it to be the only thing keeping me from having a right melt down. “Well since I just put your clothes into the wash it will be about another two hours before they will be dry and seeing as you have had two accidents in front of me in less than a day I think we best keep you all padded up. Don’t you agree?” Not knowing how I was supposed to respond to that seeing as I still had no clothes of my own and she was pretty much right I had wet myseld twice in front of her I just nodded my head yes. “Aww someone really likes his binky, oh yes he does” she said as she playfully tickeld my side which sent me jumping as I am probably the most ticklish person in the world. “Oh does is my little baby ticklish?” With that she set upon me a bit more while I squirmed about. Letting out some small shrieks fo laughter from behind the pacifier I pleaded with her as I cried out “stop” All the while she kept the motherly tone going “yes he isums, oh yes he isums.” Eventually she relented and looking down at me and seeing the face of shame and disgust I was sporting. Keeping her caring motherly voice going “Is everything okay you look confused, it’s alright to enjoy this, mommy loves seeing her little baby having fun. I did promise you if you were good we could have a little fun so I think mommy can cheer up your day. With that she laid down beside me and pulling me into her lap started running her hands through my hair. It felt so good it just added to my confusion as I struggled to resolve the cognitive dissonance the chain of events of the last twelve hours had thrust on me. On the one hand the diapers were not really that bad to wear and were kind of comfy and having someone to cuddle up with was nice but. No buts, I ama grown man I should not be letting some lady diaper me up and treat me like a baby. I just needed my pants back. Shaking out of my trance I pulled the pacifier from my mouth and said “Look Wendy I don’t know what you think is going on here but I am not your baby alright, please just stop it already. I’ll just sit here until my clothes are ready then I am gone okay. You’ve had your fun now just let me be.” “Awww baby you are right” she said while taking the pacifier and placing it back into my mouth. “I have had my fun and feel so bad for not letting you have yours.” With that her hand dropped to the front of my diaper and she started massaging it. I was just about to pull the pacifier out to object but she stayed my hand and warned “if that pacifier comes out I stop and you can just get up and go wait in the laundromat in your wet diaper until your clothes are ready. Now just try to relax and enjoy this it’ll be fun. Mommy promises.” Feeling defeated and without an option I just laid back hating myself as she slowly built me up a few times only to bring me back down again until I could stand it no more and rolled right on top of her and started diaper humping her leg. The sensation of the cooling of squishy padding rubbing my penis, the slight smell of urine the sucking on the pacifier all fed into a loop and they were all I could think of as I finally came. The second I did a wall of self-hate for how disgusting the act I just did was in my mind left me rolling off and trying to get up from the bed. Wendy just pulled me back down and sliding her hand down the front of my diaper stroked me a few last times to makes sure every drop was out. Continuing to be unable to think I then just laid there as she proceeded to peel off the diaper cheerfully exclaiming “Oh look at what a big mess baby made in his diapers for mommy. I am so proud of you” Ahhhhhhhhhhgh! Why was I letting her do this to me. Disappearing for a second with a pack of baby wipes, some baby lotion, a container of baby powder and two more of the diapers the same as the one I had been in. She happily hummed some nursey rhyme sounding tune as she worked. I could only cover my face with my hands and try to pretend I was anywhere but there. Slowly she took her time wiping me clean spending extra time with my cock and balls and probing a bit too far for comfort into my butt as she wiped it clean. As soon as I was she then grabbed one of the diapers and cut some slits into it with a pair of scissors she had on the nearby nightstand. I looked at her a little confused but she said nothing just continuing with her tune she was humming. Once done she genteelly tapped my leg and said “Okay baby lift up your bottom.” Which I did and she spent a bit of time positioning the new diaper under me before seemingly satisfied she grabbed the baby lotion and squirted a large amount into her hands. The sweet fregranct smell of it caught me at once and helped me relax a bit as she began massaging it in all the way from my chest down to my knees before slowly working back up to my groin where with in a second of her hand touching my penise I was standing back at full attention. Why was this happening to me? All I could do was suck harder on the pacifier trying to calm myself down. Wendy seemed to notice my reaction and started really playing it up. Interuptting her tune and sing song saying “my, my are you still going to try and tell me you don’t like your diapers.” Rubbing a little more lotion on my penise she continued “I think you love it when mommy changes your diaper don’t you?” with that she grabbed the front of the diaper in-between my legs and pulled it up grasping my dick through it and once more playing with me. Stopping after a few strokes “Well does baby like it when mommy changes you?” I cringing brought my hand to my mouth to remove the pacifier but Wendy spoke up “just leave that in baby.” As my hand went back to hiding my face she gave a few more pumps of the diaper along my shaft. “Now like mommy asked you how much do you like getting your diaper changed?” She pumped the diaper on my shaft a few more times. “I wuv it very much, fank you mommy.” Did those words really just come out of my mouth. It seemed to be the response she wanted as she went to town on me this time quickly bringing me to climax all the while humming here nursery rhyme tune. As I shot my load onto my stomach she just cooed “That’s a good baby, mommy like it when you cum with your diapers.” With that out of the way she quickly wiped up the mess and then liberally doused me with baby powder. Again the sweet smell calming me down further. That taken care of she pulled up the diaper and tightly secured it around my waist before giving my leg another little smack and saying “Up baby” I was a little confused until I saw her open up and wave out the second diaper sliding it under me and in no time having it pulled up and secured on me. The diaper change done she balled up my used diaper and disappeared with it into the main room of her apartment then returned and pulled me up into her arms and gave me a great big hug. Softly whispering “You have been such a brave baby this morning mommy loves you” Before giving me a kiss on my cheek and patting the back of my now double diapered butt. They were so thick I could hardly feel the playful smack. Turning and walking away she kept her hand on mine and dragged me into the main. Once I was on my feet I instantly noticed just how thick the diapers she had me I were as I had a noticeable waddle trying to keep up with her. “Now baby you still have a little while before your clothes will be done so how about we watch a movie, do you want to watch Aladdin or Finding Nemo?” From behind the pacifier I called out “Awaddin.” I am not a huge Disney movie fan but Robin Williams was amazing as the genie in that movie so I will watch it any day. She put it into the dvd player then led me to the couch and had me sit down on it before asking “Baby has to be thirsty after flooding is diaper like that can I get him something to drink?” I was feeling a little thirst so I replied “Yes pwease.” I felt like an idiot every time I talked through the stupid pacifier. Still I just kept sucking on it. As the move began I was fixated on the screen so did not notice what she had in her hand when she returned and sat down beside me. “Lay down across mommies lap.” I did as requested and in a second she had removed the pacifier and in it’s place the nipple of a bottle was placed. I tried to pull back my head but she just kept it push firmly to my lips. “Drink up baby it’s just some yummy apple juice, it’s good for you.” Slowly I started sucking on it and in no time I had drained the bottle all the while Wendy played with my hair. I had partially nodded off when she genteelly shook me awake telling me to the movie was over. I did not think I was that tired that I would sleep through the whole show. “You look so adorable when you sleep baby, I am going to get you another bottle as you seem like a thirsty little fellow. While you were sleeping I managed to get your clothes so you can leave now if you want but I would really like to feed you one more bottle. Does my baby want another bottle?” It had been a real relaxing time laying in her lap having my hair played with and well I have already done everything else she asked so a another bottle seemed like the least of my worries. I nursed through that bottle and enjoyed the relaxing feeling of her hands massaging my scalp before she sat me up and burped me which to my shock I actually let out a few loud belches. “Okay lets go get baby dressed to go home.” Leading me by the hand again she led me to her room before she returned carrying my long sought after clothes. Holding up my underwear she laugh “I don’t think we need to worry about these for you today.” And tossed them aside. I was just about to object when she produced the pacifier again and stuffed it in my mouth. Taking the hint I remained silent. From there she shook out my pants then bending over one foot at a time had me step into them before pulling them up having to give some pretty good tugs to get over the double diapers I was wearing. Getting the fly done up was an even bigger struggle but Wendy managed. Looking down past my pacifier I was stunned to see how obvious it was that I as diapered. Wendy next proceeded to slide on my shirt in a similar fashion one arm at a time before pulling it down over my head. She then shoved me back and I fell onto her bed the bulk of the diapers making themselves very apparent to me. Then one buy one she pulled my socks on. With that she said all down before handing me my wallet and phone which I had to kind of just hold them as there was no room to put them in a pocket. “Alright time for you to go home baby” She then grabbed my hand and dragged my hand and with me waddling in tow dragged me right to the front door had me step into my shoes tying up each one before opening the door and shoving me into the hallway. My mind had been shut off so that I never even put two and two together that I was going to have to make my way home thickly diapered I started to become very self-aware. I was not ready to be seen out in public in a diaper. Pulling the pacifier from my mouth she giggled “That stays here. I expect you to be back for it in a few days.” In my head I was thinking yeah right. Sure I might have had some fun but I was not going to be coming back here. “Oh also what is your phone number in case mommy needs to get a hold of you?” Briefly I thought of giving her a fake number but instead answered truthfully “555-123-4567” She typed it into her phone and hit send as soon as she did smiling when she heard my phone start ringing. “Good baby now you go home and enjoy your diapers I will talk to you later.” With that she just closed the door and I heard it lock.

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick more seconds passed by. My train of thought was disturbed once more. I shook my head. Why did I keep wanting to think of Jenn. She was gone. Why couldn’t I just focus on the task at hand and finish up my work. I mean tonight I was potential about to start a whole new relationship depending how the night went. Why couldn’t I go back to being excited about that. Stretching out my arms and cracking my knuckles I returned back to the keyboard. It was only a few keystrokes later when my mind wander to the thought of just leaving, it is not like the fate of the world depended on anything I was doing. The quicker I left the quicker I could go out on my date tonight. Still I felt obliged to stay and finish up and once more I tried to start entering data. That tick of the clock on the wall managed to distract me once more and my mind wandered from the task at hand. The week after our blow out was painful to endure. Each time I saw Jenn I wanted to just embrace her in my arms and try to passionately kiss her like that morning when I tossed her up on the kitchen island. She would always walk into the room happy and laughing but the second her glance would catch mine her face would instantly turn sour and she would walk out of the room. What really hurt me the most above everything was the fact that when she did look at me all the bubble joy I had loved about her seemed to be stripped and knowing I was the cause of it. It was a really tough week to get through. Amy surprisingly like the first morning after acted very supportive towards me, I cannot count the number of talks we had and the number of alcoholic beverages she kept me from trying to drink to drown my sorrows. I could have killed her the one time she brought Bob round while I was there though. Bob did not hold back from making a few jokes at my expense. The first one I left slide as fair enough I did kind of create a situation. The few after that really started to irritate me. Politely I asked “Do you mind backing off man it is a bit of a touchy subject for me.” Waving his hands in the air he said “aww is the poor baby going to start bawling on me.” Chuckling he pushed past me and went to my fridge pulling out one of my beer and cracked it open. It was more than I could take and I snapped. I stood 6’2” and was a fairly lean 200 pounds and while I was never a fighter the few times I was forced into it I held my own. Bob on the other hand was a short fella around 5’6” and while he was a little stalky I was not concerned one bit about my ability to man handle him. Still with a grin on his face and while swigging back on the beer he took I walked over to him and grabbed hold of his ear twisting it right around causing him to drop the beer and yelp out in pain as his head was forced down to his knee height and I dragged him through the house. Possible I may have let the door slam him in the head as I opened it then tossed him down the stairs off my porch. As he hit the ground he looked up to me and cried out “What the fuck man!” “I warned you. All you had to do was stop.” I calmly said. “Oh the diaper boy is trying to be a man now is he?” Bob sarcastically called out while standing up and brushing himself off. Puffing his chest out and taking a half step toward me in an aggressive manner. “If you want to have a diaper boy whoop your ass keep talking.” I replied as I just glared at him ready to beat the living daylights out of him. By this point Amy had come running out and pulling at my arm looked at me with a look you see on the face of a dog that is being beat calmly saying “Please stop Ryan, just stop.” I momentarily lost all the anger I was feeling at the moment and felt a little ashamed for how I reacted. Bob could not stay quite though and he called out “Watch out Amy, you don’t want the little baby to piss all over you now do you?” I was seeing red and started down the stairs of my porch dragging a pleading Amy behind me. Screaming for me to stop. It was then just out of the corner of my eye the split second before I was about to unleash a haymaker on Bob that I spotted my neighbour coming around the corner with three little baby ducks running in tow that I realized how crazy I was acting. Stopping I took a deep sigh and dropped my fist. A slight misstep on my bit as you should never go at someone with your arm half-cocked and ready to beat them down and then just stop. Bob landed a pretty decent hook to my left jaw and was in the process of quickly trying to follow it up with a blow to my right before I managed to grab hold of it and put it in an arm bar. As I reefed on his arm forcing him to the ground I wanted so badly to just keep pulling on it until something snapped or popped. By this point my neighbour had frozen and was sporting a look of fear as she watch a little domestic violence take place right next door to her. I hesitated for a second before going back to pulling back hard on his arm then I saw the three baby ducks who had waddled over and seemingly oblivious to what was happening started to forge about in the grass right beside Bob’s head. Feeling ashamed I apologized to my neighbour. Releasing Bob from the hold I spat out a bit of blood and silently pushed past Amy heading back inside the house. The next day Jenn and Amy were gone by the time I came home. Sitting in the silence of my home as I ate for the next few days was deafening. I wanted to just crawl up into a hole and disappear. The only outlet I had was work and determined to be as perfect as I could at work I may have over done it and become a bit too demanding of my crew. My superiors loved it as we were managing to get done twice as much as any other crew but those working under me soon came to resent me as for any little problem or issue I thought they should know better about I would lose it on them. I knew inside it wasn’t right but that did not stop me from doing it still. Slowly even those who I really got along with on the crew started to distance themselves from me. Then came the morning I walked into the shop and saw a couple human resource staff sitting there. I knew it was for me and after a half day meeting where I got to listen to none stop lecturing of my behaviour and having to formally apologize to the crew I was giving the afternoon off with pay. I wish I could say I took this as a learning experience and corrected my ways but it just managed to make me become a little more of a hard ass. Who were these office people to lecture me when all I was doing was trying to make people work an honest day. The next few days you could feel the tension build between myself and the crew as they slowed down their work which only led me to get more excitable. By the time Friday came around a manager I had grown to trust and really liked pulled me aside and I think in a somewhat veiled threat asked “How many holiday days I had left?” I did not think much of it and just replied “Think I have six or seven weeks.” Looking me in the eyes with a grim smile on his face. “I think it would be best if you took those holidays now. You know have a break from all this and hopefully by the time you return whatever has gotten into you is gone.” “But we are in the middle of construction season nobody else is going push the guys to get the work done.” I exclaimed in disbelief. He just put his hand on my arm and said “I hear Italy is nice this time of year” before releasing his grip and walking away. I could read the writing on the wall so I put in a holiday request for the next six weeks and it was approved mere minutes after I had submitted it. The first few days had me stir crazy as I just sat brooding about being forced off work. Any moment I sat still I just got worked up about being home. On one such day I was so worked up I had to just get out of my house and I walked out onto my front porch. Thinking I was alone I heard a faint “Hello Ryan” Looking over I saw my neighbour who had been avoiding me ever since my incident. “Hey Meg” I politely replied dawning a fake smile. I really did not feel like talking to her but she came over into my yard her growing little ducklings trailing behind her. “How are you doing? I see Jenn moved out is everything okay? It is not like you to be home on a weekday.” “Ahh everything is fine, work just told me they realized I had a bunch of time off pending and did not want me to miss out on it.” I think she read my bluff “Are you sure you are okay? Do you want to talk or anything I am always just a house away.” With my best poker face on I answered “Nah I am all good” With that there was an awkwardly long pause before Meg spoke up again “Well surely you are going to go somewhere if you are on holidays, I remember all the travel stories you ranted on about endlessly when you first moved in. Isn’t there somewhere you would rather be?” To be honest just about anywhere was the answer to that. “I’m sure I will think of something to do” with that I turned and walked back into my house. For the rest of the day I mulled about miserable that I could not be at work but them Meg’S words just kept resonating in my head. Isn’t there somewhere I would rather want to be. Well after indulging in a few too many beers I had managed to look around and find some smoking deals for flights down to New Zealand with a weeklong layover in Fiji. With a simple mouse click the flights were booked. Knowing I was quote unquote cheap, I prefer the term fiscally knowledgeable and responsible personally, I knew I was going to make use of the flights no matter what. The next day was spent in a frantic search in the early morning hours trying to find out what I was going to do with all my time as my flight left that afternoon. I was a backpacker through Europe in my younger days so I opted for a hop on hop off bus tour which seemed to allow me a good bit of flexibility on the short notice I had. Now I had failed to recollect that I was not as young as I was when backpacked so found myself on a bus filled with young kids on their gap year, the majority of them were half my age but after the few first days I softened up and became a lot more light hearted. I mean no sooner had I landed and checked into my hostel then my new roommates insisted I go out for beers with them. Which led to an interesting night of having some supposed South African drug king pin buying all our beverages, trying to hand off a massive bag full of MDMA to us and then paying one of his bar promoter friends a thousand dollars to ride one of the electric powered scooters they have off into Auckland harbour. Not caring to be in control of everything and doing the responsible thing let me unwind more and more and soon I was ticking off all sorts of items form my bucket list I would have thought imprudent to do just a few weeks before. By the time I had crossed the north and south island I had floated down pitch black caves with only the light of bioluminescent maggot poop to light the way (a lot more amazing than you might think), been up in a small plan pulling all sorts of crazy aerobatic maneuvers, jumped out of other perfectly fine planes, paraglided, hang glided, bungeed, canyon swinged you name it I did it. Not to mention just hanging out with all the younger folk just led to endless shenanigans and fun. By the time I reached Fiji on my return flight I was so laid back that despite having booked a stay in a fancy resort I managed to hop of the bus at the wrong spot. This was alright as I soon was met by a friendly old seventy-two year old drinking RTD’s on the side of the road and who pleaded with me to join him. Nothing better to do so I did and it was the best choice of my life. Forgetting about the resort I ended up staying the week I had there in his village. Learning all about the local traditions and ways, his son was a dive instructor and I paired up with him during the day getting my PADI while the nights were spent drinking kava and everyone in the village just laughing and sharing stories. To cap off the experience after having already spent three days diving and feeding about forty-fifty bull sharks I did one last dive before I left. We had heard about a tiger shark being in the area but never managed to cross its path, well that last day no sooner had we started descending than the tiger came around. I am sure she was just curious but after she almost took off the son of the old guy I met’s arm and then swam quickly towards my head. The belly of the five and a half meter long beast being tickled by my hair as I just floated having the largest adrenalin rush of my life surge through me. Needless to say I was refreshed by the time I came home. There was still the little monkey on my back of the whole diaper desire issue but I was confident I was going to make a concerted effort to find a compatible partner. While Tinder did seem like an easy out to find a girl I did not think it would be the best place to find a person who wanted what I did. The last thing I wanted was another Jenn. Thinking my best bet was to be as specific as possible I came across Diapermates and blindly vested myself in finding someone there. The odds did not seem great as there were about seven guys for every female but I had to try. My eagerness was a little misplaced and I should have probably been just a tad more critical of the people I met. Lesson being if you instantly match with someone but never really have any kind of visual interaction with them do not agree to skype and doing embarrassing things which more than likely the not really a potential partner recorded and will live on for all posterity sake in some dark recess of the web. Trying to browse and find other options the next best option that presented itself was Fetlife. While it was not as specific as Diapermates it was a much larger population and all of them had some non-vanilla desire so it seemed plausible a few had to be into diapers. I had some reservations as Jenn was freaky and fun but she was definitely not open to the diaper bit. Still giving it a go I made a profile and then started joining groups that clustered around things that got me rearing to go. Made a few posts and got into a few conversations with people. Some conversations were better than others as people are interesting. Think that is the polite way of putting it. After a few days I had made friends with quite a few guys but finding a female to chat with let alone one whom could possible progress into a relationship was lacking. On the eve of the day I was supposed to return to work I was starting to get the feeling that Fetlife was another dead end. Taking a break from the computer screen I messed about on my guitar a bit and played a few games on the PS4 before deciding to call it a night and one last time checking my profile out. To my surprise I actually had a message, and not just some message form an account with no bio or picture or when there is a picture all it is, is a set of cock and balls which is really not my thing so I was always baffled when they sent me messages. No this was a message from a beautiful lady who took the time to write out her wants and desires and outlined her hard limits. Aside from her claim that she lived in Antarctica, which it seemed a lot of people on Fetlife did. A claim I am somewhat suspect of or if it was true I really need to go check that place out. In the end I figured she had to be the real thing. Still with the embarrassment of my Diapermates experience fresh in my mind I was a little reluctant. The lord hates a coward or so I have heard so figured the hell with it and opened her message. “Hello HappyChappy! I think you are cute but there is just one problem.” That was it. That was all she wrote. I was left a little l puzzled by it and after a few minutes even considered not even responding before figuring alright I will bite. I typed up my reply “Hey MommyDomme, You seem like an amazing, smart, sophisticated lady. What could you possible find to be a problem with such a cutie as myself?” Sure not my best reply to a message ever but it was late and seemed good enough. I hit send. Had wonderful dreams that night of just who MommyDomme might be and what we might do. I woke with a smile on my face feeling refreshed and eagerly eagerly signed in olt to see there was no response yet. Felt a little down but it being my first day back to work I went about my day. Seems while the whole company did not fall apart while I was away it had not run as smoothly as one would have thought. My fill in could not hack having to be the conduit between management and the general staff and had turned into an even worse tyrant than I had supposable been before being told to take time off trying to appease both sides of the fence. Production had slowed to a trickle which led to my crew being shunned a bit and becoming the butt of quite a few jokes around the office. It was in this environment I returned to find both management and the frontline guys heartedly welcoming me back. Even the couple who had complained about me to HR pulled me aside and apologized saying they should have just talked to me. Slightly annoyed by this as it did result in me having a letter on my employment record I still had to admit I was becoming a dictator. I told them not to worry about it and the first day back went smoothly. Still could not wait for the day to end so I could log into Fetlife and see if hopefully by now MommyDomme responded. To my delight she had. Sitting back in the chair at the computer desk in my house I clicked open. “No matter how cute you might be the fact you claim Blazing Saddles to be the best Mel Brooks movie of all time is unacceptable. Everyone knows it is Young Frankenstein :P” Oh it was on. Everyone knows Blazing Saddles was the best and I could possibly consider Spaceballs but Young Frankenstein!? A flurry of messages back and forth ensued over the next few days. I found out we both had a passion for travel, B grade movies and upside down synchronized crocheting. I really had no passion for the latter but when I mentioned it she just played right along. In no time at all I felt like we were best friends as it seemed we spent every second available messaging each other. Each one I received placing a bigger and bigger grin on my face. By the end of the week I had to ask “So how are the penguins doing?” This seemed to catch her a bit off guard “They are not too bad Mumble just finished up his latest dance routine but the leopard seals are vicious this year……. Where did that question come from? “Well I just saw you put Antarctica as where you were from so figured you were just down in some lab down there getting your freak on. I am going to assume you are not from down there, where do you live?” Okay I can’t lie my first message was my best effort, I suck at online talking. “Well have you ever heard of a place called Beverly?” Thinking in my head I was drawing a blank “No, where is that?” “You are from Edmonton right? You have never heard of Beverly?” The second I opened that message I almost burst with excitement. Beverly was the name of a neighbourhood, she only lived about fifteen minutes from me. Hastily I typed a reply “Did you know this whole time we were just down the road from each other?” “Maybe…..” “Maybe? I don’t know if you know this but I am over the top excited right now. I figured I might come across someone I hit it off with but assumed they would be halfway around the world from me. Umm I don’t know if you would be up for it but could I take you out on a date sometime?” “Maybe….” Was all she responded with. A half hour passed before I could not handle it anymore. “Maybe, so is that a yes or a no?” Nothing for the rest of the night. The silence drove me nuts as I kept trying to think if she was really from Edmonton, was she even a real person, there was so much in my mind it drove me crazy all Saturday long. The worst part is she never sent a response and as much as I wanted to pester her for a reply I also did not want to annoy her with a series of messages so I could only sit on my hands and wait. By the time Sunday morning came around I don’t know if I was wishing more for her to respond or to win the lottery. I was certain I had scared her off until I logged in and saw she had messaged me back. “12340 87 Ave, be there at seven on Friday or else…” That was a bit of a cryptic message but any message I sent a few messages trying to get even a bit more information both of them were left unanswered. I tossed and turned in my sleep each night as the days passed by agonizingly slow. Friday morning I could not bare it anymore it seemed every minute was a teetering moment of ecstasy then the next one of fear and self-shame as I convinced myself it was not real. As I typed up a message detailing my anguish I noticed a notification pop up saying I had a message from here. All it was, was “J see you tonight, remember don’t be late.” This got me going and I quickly sent back a message asking for a phone number I could call if something came up but there was no response. All day long I kept playing it through in my head. She had to be fake this was probably just some ploy to lure a desperate guy in. Had it come to that was I really, desperate? She had to be real. Was she going to be overbearing like Wendy had been? Also wasn’t there the guy form Edmonton who would lure men into the garage and mercilessly disembowel them. I shuddered at the thought, I should really stop listening to true crime podcasts.