A Masters Degree In Life

[Molly Deer]

Prologue:

I am a 22 year old single, middle class woman who is still a virgin. I am five feet nine inches tall, blonde, light complexion, green eyes and a little, overweight with large breasts. I am an only child, self reliant and used to being alone. I decided after finishing university with a degree that I wanted to see Europe and attend a French university. My parents are not rich so I worked two jobs and saved while in school to have the money to further my education in Paris. It was a dream I wanted to make come true!

This story is about what happened AFTER I arrived in France and for the next 18 months of my life.

Chapter 1

I enrolled in the fall semester at the American University of Paris for an undergraduate program. I arranged housing so that I would be renting a room with a French family. What better way to learn the local culture, right? One day, during a tour of the campus, I met a couple of Prof’s who befriended me. Rose was from Dublin, Ireland and Sophie was from France, a native Parisienne. They were from families of old European money and it showed. Even so, over the next semester we became quite good friends and, on many occasions, we would just hang out or they would invite me to their home for supper, or to play cards. Just before the Christmas break I received an invitation from them to attend a party they were hosting for the Christmas Season.

It was a black tie affair and formal evening gowns were mandatory. I called and left a message with their secretary that I would not be able to attend. I didn’t give a reason, but it was because I really had nothing elegant or fancy enough to wear.

The next morning, during my second class, I received a note asking me to visit Rose in her office at my earliest convenience. After lunch I knocked on her door and she sweetly told me to enter. She was on the phone, but I was still greeted with a smile and a hug. She motioned for me to be seated and she proceeded to finish the conversation she was having.

She then focused her attention on me and the first thing she asked was, “Why are you not coming to our party?”

I explained that I hadn’t brought that type of clothing with me and I really didn’t have the extra money to purchase an appropriate outfit and accessories. Just then there was a knock on the door and it was Sophie, she entered and embraced Rose and then myself. Rose proceeded to tell her my reason for not attending their party. Sophie turned and asked if I would be offended if they took me shopping for something to wear. I said that, I wouldn’t, but I was still shocked that they would do something so nice for someone they barely knew.

They assured me that it was something they wanted to do, but that there was a little hitch, I must also attend with a very dear friend of theirs, as his date. He was about ten years my senior and both of them had known him for many years. I felt that if this fellow didn’t mind being with a slightly overweight woman that I would be delighted. After all, Rose and Sophie thought highly of him.

We meet the following afternoon and the three of us went shopping for a full length gown. Sophie found a lovely dress that looked like it was made for me. It was a long sleeved black dress gathered at the waist. It was very much, “the little black dress,” that every woman wants at least once in her life. Next they picked out the most beautiful black satin corset and some scanty panties plus garters and hose. Then came a pair of beautiful evening shoes and a matching handbag.

After shopping all morning for everything I would need for the evening, we went to a quaint little Café for lunch. It was along the Seine and within view of the Eiffel Tower. There were few tourists at this time of year.

Sophie ordered for us and asked me, “Would you mind if a friend joined us?”

I replied with a smile, “Of course. I don't mind. The more the merrier.”

She got on her cell and made a quick call. Then we sat and chatted for a few minutes and just about the time our lunch arrived so did this beautifully handsome blonde haired, blue eyed man. He was introduced as Paul; he was to be my date on Saturday. He was apparently independently wealthy and lived six months of the year in Paris and the rest of the time in Scotland and we seemed to hit it off. He was tall, with wind blown hair from the December winds. He removed his heavy jacket to reveal his strong shoulders and statuesque physic. Even though he was fully clothed I could tell he was in very good shape.

That evening I put my new outfit on. The corset firmed my tummy and straightened my posture, which made my figure more of an hourglass shape. The garters and hose accentuated the look. The effect still surprised me. When I was all dressed and stood in front of my mirror, I thought to myself, ‘it only takes money to make even me, the sow’s ear, look like a silk purse.’

This afternoon was also the first time I noticed that Sophie was also a large sized woman like myself. The clothing she wore, probably custom fitted, was made to hide her imperfections, her size was not something you saw when you looked at her. Don’t get me wrong she was stunning but the clothes hid much. It is a shame there weren’t places where anyone who was larger could find such nice items but at a reasonable price.

To be continued:

[BoTox]

You know I love it! As I read it, it sounds like it starts out as a retelling of Pygmalion (or the movie from 1964, My Fair Lady).

I can't wait for the next part!

[the diaper mike]

god great wow go on

[Molly Deer]

Chapter 2

The rest of the week crawled by. Classes were winding down and the semester was finally over. Finally Saturday came and so did an elaborate bouquet of flowers for my apartment and a corsage for that evening. My landlady who was also a hairdresser, took me downstairs to her shop where she piled up my blonde hair letting little curls and ringlets hang down the nape of my neck. She then expertly applied my makeup. I was shocked at how elegant I looked. She told me to enjoy myself at the party and I thanked her for the help.

I then went to my room to put on the rest of the outfit. When I was finished, I felt very elegant and sophisticated. As I descended the stairway, I saw Paul waiting for me. He then placed my corsage on my wrist; I was a little surprised he was so attentive.

I shyly said, “Thank you for the beautiful flowers.”

He said, “It is my pleasure.”

Paul, was the perfect gentleman, offering his arm and then he escorted me out to the street where a uniformed chauffeur awaited us. We were driven by limo to Rose and Sophie’s house where we were met at the ornate entrance and ushered into the sitting room where a roaring fire warmed us from the chill of an early Paris winter night.

Almost immediately Paul was swept away by a couple of young French ladies who obviously knew him and wanted his attention. I stood there not knowing what I should do next when Rose glided up behind me and slipped her arm in mine, and we walked toward Sophie, who kissed and hugged me. They both told me how beautiful I looked, I couldn’t help beaming, I did look really good, even if my date seemed to be more interested in the thinner ladies attending the party. After a bit we were told that dinner was served and we all moved into the dinning hall. I found my place card and was just about to pull out my chair when it was done for me. Paul stood there waiting for me to sit before he joined me.

When we were seated, Paul apologized, “I am sorry I left you. It was rude of me but those young ladies are seeking a benefactor for a charity auction. It will not happen again.”

He was not only wealthy but charitable, “It is quite alright. I am a bit out of my league here tonight, in case you haven’t noticed.

It was an interesting evening which I will never forget, that is, I won’t forget what happened after everyone left. Rose and Sophie had asked if I would mind staying until the end as they wanted to speak with me about a private matter.

[the diaper mike]

god go on wow hurry

[BoTox]

The suspense is killing me! I love a good cliff hanger!

[Summertime]

Yes very good, I am looking forward to seeing how the characters develop.

[Molly Deer]

Chapter 3

I did stay, as did Paul, and this is where it gets interesting. Rose and Sophie sat with Paul and me in the sitting room. The fire was dying down and cast a soft, warm glow across the room.

Then Rose asked, “You may have already figured it out, Sophie and I are Lovers.”

I answered honestly, “I had suspected that you were more than roommates, maybe partners, but if you are asking me if it matters, then the answer would be NO, it really doesn't, I like you both for who you are not what you are.” They both smiled at my answer.

Sophie, with her delicate French accent, hinted at things to come, “We, would like to make a proposal to you.”

After a couple of seconds Rose asked, “Would you consider being impregnated by Paul and carrying the baby to full term?”

In the next breath, they told me that they would make it worth my while They would also take over all of my school costs plus any traveling expenses that I might need to do any sight seeing in Europe. I was to live in their home and everything and anything I wanted or needed would be provided. Plus after the child was born, they would expect me to nurse it until it was at least six months old. After that I would be free to go and do anything I pleased and they would pay me €500,000 for my time.

Paul spoke up, “That is roughly $780,000 in Canadian currency or any other currency you might wish to be compensated with.”

$780,000 dollars kept bouncing around in my head like a ping pong ball and then “being impregnated” finally came to the surface. Then I realized that Paul was holding my hand and asking me if I was alright?

As I sat there I was thinking, ’Let me get this straight..... I am to have consensual sex with a gorgeous man, get pregnant, give birth to and breast feed a child for two women that I really like, plus be paid handsomely for fifteen or so months of my life.’ While I was trying to digest this, I was told that there were just a few conditions. Sure, here comes the BUT, there is always a BUT.

The conditions were stated by Rose, her Irish brogue barely detectable, such that she must have surely practiced, ”First and foremost, while you are living in our home, you are to be diapered 24 hours a day, seven days a week.”

I, at that point, nearly fell of the couch. “Diapered? You mean like babies wear? Me?” I asked.

Rose held Sophie's hand and replied, “YES, we are Diaper Lovers and wear everyday 24/7. It was such an odd condition to the already unique arrangement they were offering. I kept thinking ‘diapered’ next they will want me to wear plastic pants.

After a second or two I spoke up and said, “I suppose you want me to wear a plastic pants as well?”

Sophie nodded as Rose smiled that yes they would. To myself, I was thinking “Holy Cow,” this whole time Paul was just sitting on his chair not saying anything but watching my every move and expression. I asked for some time to think about the whole proposal including my rights as the child’s birth mother, it was quite a lot to consider. Rose and Sophie hugged and kissed me goodnight and Paul then took me home. We sat next to each other but not speaking on the drive to my apartment. When we arrived, he escorted me to my door where we said goodnight. I wasn't sure if he was going to kiss me or not. In a very gentle motion, he took my hand and bowed to kiss it. Once I was in safely, he walked back to the car, turned, waved and then was driven away.

[junyour]

A great story. Keep it coming, please

[BoTox]

I could hear the Irish, French and Scottish accents when I read this! What a choice to have to make, though!

[dldad]

Very interesting start and anxiously await further chapters.

[Molly Deer]

Chapter 4

I took off my beautiful gown and hung it on the closet door. Next I removed my garter, hose and corset, placing them on my dresser. I then laid down on the bed and stared at it and started thinking about the evening and Rose and Sophie’s offer. I then started to think about having sex with Paul, in a lot of cases women do not get pregnant on the first try, so there potentially could be more than one session before achieving the ultimate goal. It then dawned on me that I didn’t have a problem with the whole concept.

The diaper thing was the only part of the process that I wasn’t really sure about, but even that kind of intrigued me. I had never heard the term “Diaper Lover” before but it didn’t sound that bad. It then dawned on me that I was becoming sexually aroused, that surprised me as I had never had those types of feelings. I ignored them and took off my under wear, took my hair, down removed my makeup and slipped into my sleeping attire.

Before I went to sleep I got to thinking, ‘why, do I want to do this?’ It isn't because I could use the money or that the guy is quite handsome. I thought long and hard about this and I guess it is just because ‘I want to, I am really tired of everyone depending on me to be the sensible, the reliable and the Good Girl.’

There was only one nagging thought that kept surfacing, ‘you are going to be giving your own flesh and blood away.’ And then I thought, ‘but I will be allowing two wonderful women to be moms,’ and God willing I will be able to have many more babies when I do, meet the right man.’ As I drifted off I kept thinking, ‘The Right Man, I wonder who that will turn out to be?’

The next thing I knew it was morning and the sun was filling the room. I stretched, and as I got; up there was a knock at my door, I opened it to find Rose and Sophie standing there, smiling but a little anxious. I asked them in and offered to make them coffee, but they declined. I could tell they wanted to talk about last night.

I was about to leave them to get changed but they asked me to wait for a bit. Sophie came right out and asked me had I made a decision. I looked at them and smiled and said that I had. I guess they could tell by my face that I was going to do it. They both jumped up and gave me hugs and kisses. Rose said she was going to let my landlady know that I would be moving out. They were going to compensate her by giving her 6-months rent for the inconvenience.

As I was walking to the bedroom to change, they followed me. I was slightly shocked when they said that I should get used to them seeing me in the buff, as they would be changing me four or five times a day. It started to sink in that diapers weren't like underwear but I'd be expected to refrain from using the bathroom. I thought about it for a couple of seconds and then thought, ‘what the heck!’

It didn’t take much time to gather my things and say good bye to my landlady. The next thing I know I am being ushered into a beautiful room with a spectacular view of Paris. I put my meager belongings away in the drawers and closet. I opened a couple of drawers to find stacks of big, thick disposable diapers, baby powder, creams and every colour and style of plastic pant you could imagine. Some of the pants were snap-on, some where pull-on; some were transparent while still others were solid colors. I was checking them out when Rose knocked on the door and asked if she could enter. I said please do.

Rose walked over to the bed and sat down beside me,

“I see you are looking at your new under wear. What do you think?”

I said, “Yes, I am. I had no idea such things were available for adults!”

Rose smiled, “Many things are available if you know where to look. Are you OK with the concept?”

I told her, “I am willing to try anything at least once. In actual fact I am quite interested in being diapered 24/7.”

She said, “When you are ready for bed, we will be in to put you into your new under wear. The first time is special and we want you to enjoy it as much as we do.”

[puffy_bottom]

this story is a treat! i'm enjoying it very much. thanks for writing!

[Cute Baby]

I am loving this, please post new chapter soon

[diaperpt]

Well written, interesting story. Thanks and please do continue soon!

[Molly Deer]

Thanks to all that have responded to my story. I am thrilled with the acceptance from this community. My hope is to post a new chapter every two to three days.

With Respect

Molly Deer

[JDL23]

This is an interesting story and I'm curious to see where it'll lead. Keep up the good work!

[the diaper mike]

wow god go on plaese

[Molly Deer]

Chapter 5

We went out shopping that afternoon for clothing that I would be able to wear over a diaper to school and anywhere else during my stay. Sophie said that once I became pregnant that they would start looking for maternity clothes in my size. She said that she had found a couple of nice places that cater too larger sized pregnant women that she thought I might like. Pregnant, it had an odd ring to it. Today, I am a virgin but soon I could be carrying a child.

After supper Paul popped over to say hello. We played euchre for a while and then he left by 9:30. I was a bit nervous about what was about to happen to me but also excited. Rose and Sophie escorted me to my room where I was asked to shower and afterwards to lay on my bed. When I entered the bedroom, there were a couple of large white disposable diapers neatly unfolded and laid out on the bed with powder and creams set out on the night table. I stood there in the buff and not sure what to do, Rose asked me to lie down while she got me ready. She gently lathered a diaper cream all over my female parts; it was all I could do to contain myself. I had never been touched in that manner by anyone, let a lone another female, and truthfully I liked it. She then delicately and liberally powdered my front and bottom.

Next Sophie pulled the diaper up snugly between my legs and spread the sides along my sides. Then she brought the back sides of the diaper up and over my stomach, putting the top tapes in just the right place. Next she put the bottom tapes snugly in place, closing me into my first diaper. She asked me to stand to make sure everything was comfortable. It was, so she asked me to lie down again, which I did, and then she put a second diaper over the first. When I asked why she was doing this, she told me that it was a new feeling and that she wanted me to get used to the feeling of bulk between my legs. Then she put a nice pair of pink plastic pants over everything.

Sophie smiled and said, “You should see the look on your face! Your eyes are twinkling and you’re smiling from ear to ear!”

They asked me to stand and with little or no difficulty I did. It did feel strange but also very pleasing. They told me that for now I could wear my normal sleep wear, but once I became pregnant that they would like me to wear a nighty for convenience while I was being changed. I said that would be fine.

With final instructions that I was not to use the washroom, they said goodnight and left my room. I went to the desk were my computer was and opened a reply from my parents. I had sent an email to my parents telling them what I was about to do, I provided them with most of the facts, just not the ones they might not understand, such as being diapered. Their response was that they were understanding and said that I must take control of my own life and that if this was what I wanted to do then I had their blessing. They have always been laid back and open about such things (they were a through back to the hippies) and not for a moment did I think that this proposal would be an issue for them. My mom had always said, she was so surprised that I had turned out to be such a “Good Girl,” considering how she had been when she was my age.

When I was finished, I turned off the light and strolled to the balcony doors, opened them and walked out into the night air. It was freezing out there and I could see my breath. I drank in the city for a moment before I closed the doors and crawled into my huge, soft bed. It was nice and warm and being in a diaper was a very comforting sensation, and surprise, surprise, I loved the feeling. As I was laying there I started to have the same strange thoughts I had the night before.

I knew all about sex, even at the age of 12, but until now I had never given stimulating my self a second thought. I had done a little research on the subject of masturbation and from what I could remember it shouldn’t be difficult to pleasure myself.

I started by lying on my back, with my legs bent and spread apart, and with my feet on the bed. My double thick diapers were very tight so removing them was not an option. I remembered that some women would stimulate their clitoris through their clothing so I pushed down indirectly on my clitoris and started to think about my upcoming sexual encounter. It took a while but eventually while caressing my breasts and different types of pressure and speed I was able to bring myself to a very fulfilling climax in my diaper. Almost immediately afterwards I started to piddle myself. Once I started, I couldn’t stop. I could feel my diaper expanding between my legs and the warm feeling started to bring me to another climax. By the time I actually fell asleep I could barely put my legs together. I laughed and then realized it was a wonderful feeling, and that I definitely was going to like being diapered.

[BoTox]

I love how the ladies take turns putting her in the diaper! One to rub in the cream and the other, with clean hands, to tape on the diapers! Her first diaper is a double! Lucky girl!

[Summertime]

"I laughed and then realized it was a wonderful feeling, and that I definitely was going to like being diapered. " Well all I can say is that I'm sure that we will enjoy reading more. Great start, love the gradual build up.

[the diaper mike]

god please go on

[diaperpt]

god please go on

Yes, please do go on! Waiting patiently for the next chapter!

[Molly Deer]

Chapter 6

I woke to the sounds of giggling outside my door followed by a little knock. I answered, “Come in” and it was Rose and Sophie. They were still in their nighties and you could clearly see that they were both wet and double diapered. Next they plopped onto the bed laughing and asking how my first night had gone. I told them that once I had gotten over the initial wetting and went to sleep, I slept like a log.

Rose wanted to know if I had, had a bowel movement yet. I was a bit startled by the thought, it never crossed my mind that I was expected to poop in my diaper. Sophie said not to worry that she was now regular enough that she could do it in the morning on the toilet before her shower and that way she would only have one in the evening once she was at home. She also was not eager to mess herself while out and about. Rose said it never bothered her, one way or the other, so I was to do as I pleased. As I usually only poop once a day and it was usually in the morning, I thought that might be the best course for me as well.

Rose asked me to remove my clothing. Then she removed both of my very soaked diapers. She had put a few slices in the first diaper's plastic lining so the second was hugely swollen when she removed it. The first was soaked, and I noticed it was glistening from the cum my body had given up during my previous evening of playing with myself. Rose noticed it as well and asked had I enjoyed myself? I shyly said that I had, but that having company would have been more exciting.

Both ladies sat down on the bed and Rose asked, ”Would you like help the next time you feel that way?”

I thought about it for a moment and answered, “Yes, I would.”

I explained that until last night, I have never played with myself nor have I ever been with a man or woman, for that matter. I think that shocked them even more. Rose, commented, that I had been so compliant with everything they had asked of me, that they just believed me to be sexually active. I answered that, I looked at this adventure, as one that I can only learn from and that is why I came to France, I wanted to learn and experience more in my life.

Next I was taken into the bathroom and after I did my business, they both joined me in the shower. It was then I could not help but notice that both ladies were clean shaven down there. Sophie asked if I minded if she shaved my private parts. She explained that it was just cleaner while wearing a diaper. So I said to go ahead and do it. She asked me to sit on the bench on the opposite wall and Rose brought in some lovely foaming cream and gently lathered my private area then, Sophie started to carefully remove my pubic hair. It felt totally natural to be hairless in this area. Rose made sure my bottom was clean and Sophie washed away all soap and hair with a hand held sprayer.

They both put on robes and escorted me to my bed where they did the same procedure as the previous night. The only difference was that I only wore a single diaper. I was asked to get dressed and meet them downstairs.

I met them in the kitchen, which was larger than my parent's house! We ate breakfast and then, because it was my first day of being diapered, they were going to spend it with me. We went out shopping and then we went to lunch.

As we were sitting waiting for our lunch, it dawned on me that I needed to pee, I was about to get up and go to the washroom when I remembered that was not allowed. Last night had been easy but today I was out in public and all of my instincts were to go to the bathroom. After fidgeting in my seat for a few minutes I decided, to just do it. So, I did, it was a great feeling as the pee started to spread. It was warm and comforting.

Rose was looking at me and just smiled, she knew exactly what I was up to. By the end of lunch I had soaked my diaper and discretely informed the ladies of my situation. Sophie told me that she would change me as soon as we got home. By then, I had started to leak and my new pants showed that I had, had an accident. Sophie was apologetic and she assured me that it wouldn’t happen again. She changed me into a clean and fresh diaper only this time she put me into a pair of frosted white plastic pants as well. She told me that I might find it a little warm, but that it should eliminate any leaking. I put on another pair of slacks, and we proceeded on our way.

Being diapered felt natural and I was beginning to enjoy piddling them. That night after supper Paul arrived again and we watched some TV. When he left we all retired to our rooms. I was waiting for the ladies top remove my diaper so I could take a shower when both ladies came to my room and sat down on my bed. Instead of removing my diaper they both just smiled at me.

Sophie asked me, ”Have you ever had an enema?”

I responded with curiosity, “No, I have not. Do I need one?”

Sophie continued, “Would you like to try it? It is quite relaxing and maybe exciting.”

I said, “I would. It is another new experience and I want to enjoy as many as I can. How do we get started?”

[BoTox]

Ah, an enema! Another of my favorite things.