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Mary Had a Little Lamb

 

 

         My office message light was blinking when I returned to the office; I punched in my code, and my boss’ voice came on.

 

“When you get in, come see me, I’ve got a lead for you.”

 

I tallied up a couple orders, submitted them for credit approval, handed in some copy instructions to the production team and headed for Frank’s office.

 

“Whatcha got….? New car dealer want to spend 10k a month?”

 

“I don’t know actually, this was called in and the lady asked for you specifically.” And he handed me the paper with his notes on it: Jessica Redenbacher, her phone number, and semi-vague listings of “male or female, and stress reduction.”

 

I started to ask questions, but his cell rang, and he waved me off. I walked back to my office and sat. Call-in leads to a radio station are like scratch tickets – usually a losing venture – but you never know. Jessica Redenbacher? I pondered the name, thought “popcorn” and sighed – picked up the company phone and dialed her number.

 

“Hello?”

A bit of hub-bub of noise was muted but noticeable through the phone.

“Jessica?  This is Steve Anderson, from W_ _ _ Radio, I understand you asked to speak with me?”

“Well yes! Thank you for getting back to me so quickly, and excuse the noise, let me get to my office.”

“Where are you?”

“I’m at Marshall’s here at the Mall…..I’m the manager…. There that’s better.”

 

She only hinted at what she wished to market, and we set up a time to meet at the store, before she began her day at ten.

 

I wrapped up my day, got presentation / first-time info together for our meeting in the morning, headed out to the 99 Restaurant for a few drinks with co-workers, and that was that.

 

Thursday broke cold and close to snow; I dressed a little sharper than usual, since I was meeting a lady who DID ask for me personally, and headed over to Marshall’s and went in through the back-bay doors as instructed.

 

Jessica was in her office, I knocked and we met.

I’d love to say she was 6’ tall, and a lingerie model.

She wasn’t; Jess was about 5’5” with green / hazel eyes and brown hair, a nice “rack” in front, but her body was well on its way to plump; when she smiled broadly it was easily spotted that a molar part-way-back on the right side of her mouth was missing.

 

“Hello! Thank you for coming, would you like some coffee?”

“Sure,” and we walked to a small kitchen area, where the K-cups and coffee materials were found.

 

“What did you wish to advertise?”

 

“My dad gave me a pretty-good sized check for my 30th birthday and told me to “do something with my life.” So, for almost the past two-years, I’ve been working on my master’s at night in Clinical Psychology and have come up with a Series of three Relaxation DVD’s as part of my graduation project.”

 

I groaned (silently) – I was correct – this was going to be a waste of time; maybe I can talk her out of it.

 

“Many national companies are way ahead of you on that scale,”  I sipped my coffee as we walked back, “the amount of money you would need to invest to own a top-tier share of the mind is semi-staggering.”

 

She nodded. “How much?”

 

Oh Christ – decision time – local-direct clients reward the HIGHEST commission rate, but also take up a LOT of time – which is usually better spent hunting down car dealers… “For an adequate share of the market in morning and afternoon drive you’d be looking at around $4,900 a week, for a minimum of sixteen weeks.”

 

“Can you bill me weekly?”

 

W-T-F……….?  This Jessica-lady wants to plunk down around $75,000 to sell a DVD? “What is the name of this series?”

 

“I haven’t named the series yet – but Mary Had a Little Lamb is the first DVD.”

 

“You’re kidding me.”  She nodded no. 

“The second one?”

“Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.”

I stared at her. “You’re still not kidding are you…” She again nodded no, and continued to look at me.

 

“And the third – is what? Three Blind Mice?”

 

She smiled that one-tooth-missing-grin, and said “it’s called “Old McDonald Had a Farm.”

 

“Has anyone used this, so I can I create a testimonial ad, and bring you business that way?”   She nodded no again. 

“You want to spend five grand a week, to market a Relaxation CD-Series which you have not named yet – but whose DVD’s are called Mary Had a Little Lamb, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, and Old McDonald, which no one yet has tested, in February when the “resolution-solution ads” have already begun massive well-funded campaigns as of January first..??! 

 

This time she nodded yes.

 

I know sales reps are supposed to just take the money and run – but I had to ask: “Why?”

 

“My Dad was right – I should do something with my life, and being the manager at a Marshall’s clothing store my age isn’t it. So the degree and the DVD-success will start my climb.”

 

“Ooookay…”  So I got out the paperwork, we put together the campaign from February thru May, got a credit card number, and made an appointment to go over the copy facts with her at a later time since it was getting toward ten a.m.

 

“Do you have a copy of the CD so I can listen to it, and take pieces off of it to create a :60 commercial?”

 

“I do – but the Master is at the house, and can only be listened to there; I cannot possible risk losing it.”

 

“Jess, I really don’t like to do that – I don’t know you, and you don’t know me – and it’s not a good situation for a salesperson to be in.”

 

“I won’t be at home, and the player and disc is in the basement. You’ll be alone, and when you have enough info, just call me, and I’ll come back to lock up.”  Against my better judgment I said “okay” and, I took the address and agreed to meet up with her tomorrow morning at 8:00 in Lincoln.

 

“If this credit card doesn’t go thru, I will need cash.” She nodded, and I went back to the station counting up my ten percent(!!!) commission on the $78,400 order I just signed.

 

The credit card went thru and my day was very grand indeed.  KA-ching.

 

Her house was a one-story with an almost finished basement where a new recliner and new sofa, still covered in plastic faced an okay sized older TV; the carpet looked and smelled new, and two doors and an open entry way interrupted the sheet rocked walls. The drop-ceiling looked new, and the painting was about two-thirds done. Against one wall was a table with Diet Pepsi bottles, and a partially finished jigsaw puzzle. The DVD and the case, and the remote controls were on the coffee table in front of me, along with a pair of earphones.

 

“Didn’t know I needed to bring my cans,” and I grinned.

 

“Cans?”

 

I pointed at the headset – “in my business, we call those “cans” and every jock has his or her own set; I used to be on air, back in the day.”

 

She smiled, and nodded, “I remember.”

 

I stopped – and looked. She nodded again, and smiled, “you were great.”

 

Pause.   “Unless you worked the third shift, or a kook, you should have been asleep – like ninety percent of the city was.” I unpacked; pen, notebook, snack, lap-top and cell phone, removed my coat and looked at her. 

 

She jotted down her phone number on my notebook and said, “Call me if you need anything, and please let me know when you are finished.”

 

I nodded, and with that she walked upstairs, closed the door and was then gone.

 

I flipped the DVD cover around, and it was nothing earth-shattering; no notes, no reviews, no comments, just Mary Had a Little Lamb, 37 Minutes, and Relaxation for mind and body.

 

One hour tops…and I’m outta here.

 

I put on the DVD player, walked over to the unit, put in the disc, walked back to the sofa, brushed some dust and paint chips off the plastic cover, sat down, hit play, put on the cans, picked up paper and pen, and waited.

 

Mary had a little lamb, little lamb little lamb, Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as snow…and … The screen came on and the song continued, and I watched, and listened.

 

The clock on the player said 8:49am; my paper was blank, and the pen was still in my right hand, and the sofa was warm from my body heat when I woke up.

 

What the hell? This tape is soooo boring that I dozed off? Shit – this isn’t going to be a winning ad at all…

 

I sat forward on the sofa, jotted down Mary had a little lamb?… stopped writing, hit play again, and looked at the screen and looked for copy points…and the song began again… Mary had a little lamb, little lamb little lamb, Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as snow…and…

 

It was now 9:34; I rubbed my lips, took off the headphones and looked at my notebook – nothing except the lyrics and the word which looked like “water.” Disgusted I walked over to the table, took a Diet Pepsi, unscrewed it, (lots of caffeine maybe??) and shook my head.

 

I went to my cell, answered the two calls that had come in since eight a.m., and sat back down with a grumble.

 

Got everything set again, put the Pepsi in my left hand took a big swig, swallowed, looked at the pad of paper on the table, leaned over the pad, hit play and con-cen-trated…

 

At 10:29 the Pepsi bottle had dribbled on the carpet a bit, my lips were again wet, I got up, put the bottle down, wiped my cheek, and made my way to the three doors to look for a bathroom.

 

Door one was a furnace room with boxes, bags, and water heater too. The open doorway led into good sized room housing a washer/dryer with a laundry rack, table, lamp, and a deep whicker chair one would see on a nice patio; next to it were sewing stuff, knitting needles and yarn in a basket, on the opposite wall was a door (for this room?) on sawhorses being painted, its hardware removed; the wash room was brightened by the light streaming in from the little basement window. The third door was a bathroom in mid-plumb, and thus unfortunately not ready to use. I groaned, went back out into the basement, up the stairs and……the door at the top of the stairs wasn’t locked – but it didn’t open either. It was if something had come loose inside of it, and the knob just turned and turned and turned.

 

S - - T!!  Now what???

 

I went back downstairs and looked for something to pee in??!! The washroom turned up nothing but a stack of towels, various detergents, and cleaning products.  No buckets, not even in the furnace room. Maybe the Pepsi bottle?  Unfortunately I had to drink the entire Pepsi bottle before filling it back up again…. So I did that, and on my knees, squirting carefully into a 20-ounce plastic container, holding the head of my penis up against the bottle spout, while kneeling over a towel, I filled the bottle back up……and then it was full, but I wasn’t empty.….

 

I put kept my right hand on my dick to clench of the flow of urine, and gently put the bottle on the table; sighed, and knowing what-I-had-to-do-but-couldn’t-believe-I-had-to-do, picked up the towel and began to pee into that. When I had slowly wet the towel and drained myself, I put the towel on the corner of washer, got the cap to the Pepsi bottle and sealed it, and looked for a place to hide the full bottle. I found an old Stop and Shop plastic grocery bag in the furnace room, and put the bottle in that and put the bag next to the sofa to take home with me when I was through.

 

I still didn’t know how to tell a client that I wet her towel.

 

I looked at the DVD Case which sat on the coffee table – and in my mind - mocking me. It was about 10:50… I walked around the room… grabbed another Diet Pepsi, and answered a phone message that had beeped in on my cell, plus responded to two texts, and checked my e-mail on my phone. Why boot up the computer – nothing to freakin’ write yet…You loser…

 

The second bottle was half drained – my stomach growled and I was upset I had only brought a snack, I should have been gone by now. I debated calling Jess, but didn’t wish to admit defeat, or question my stamina.  I put the cans back on, and hit play. At 11:46 I realized I was sitting on the couch, my lips were wet, and so was my chin.

 

At 12:39 I was sucking on my pen. And my bladder was pushing a bit again. I took the pen out of my mouth, and stared at it, clipped it to my shirt pocket. Ripped off the earphones, turned off the DVD player, and stared at the almost empty notebook paper in front of me. I wasn’t relaxed – I was kinda frustrated with my abilities.

I finished the soda, and then went thru the steps again, except this time when I unzipped my fly kneeling over a new towel, and before grabbing the empty bottle I noticed something different.

 

I was erect.

 

Not TAH-DAH-look-at-me-erect, but a pretty good start on a chubby. I smiled, at least I wouldn’t have to move my foreskin out of the way to pee this time, and proceeded to slowly fill up the bottle, and then complete the release of urine into another towel, which I held up and around my testicles. After peeing I was supporting a very full erection.

 

Stood up, looked at my flagpole, shook my head, put the towel IN the washer, capped the bottle and pulled up my underwear and pants, painfully zipped up, and brought the Pepsi bottle out to join its other buddy in the plastic bag.

 

At 3:54 I had finished my third D-P, and was jumpy and edgy from sixty ounces of caffeinated soda; there were three wet towels in the washing machine, and I had small drool stains on the right collar of my dress shirt. My balls ached a bit, and I was just plain angry at the semi-waste of a Friday sales day. The only saving relief was the $78,000+ order had solidified my entire first quarter, and it was only mid January.

 

This was going to be a banner year for old Stevie I thought. 

I took a break from deciphering this DVD and returned calls; one was from Jessica, wondering if everything was okay? I checked e-mails, and tried to come up with an ad outline to discuss with my client who was concerned enough to call me.

 

By 6:27 I “woke up” from my ump-teenth viewing and the results were no different, except there were now four wet towels in the other room, and three urine-filled bottles of soda cooling in a plastic bag near my computer case. I was hungry, and very upset that no useful ideas were coming my way. I took off my earphones, clicked my “soggy pen” to my shirt, and gently stroked my penis through my dress slacks and stared at the blank TV.

 

“Are you okay?”

 

People usually say they “jumped a mile” – well, I didn’t jump a mile, but I was so startled I’m pretty sure I cleared the plastic-covered-sofa by a quarter of an inch.  Jess was standing on the stairs behind me, looking down. I looked up, and hoped she hadn’t seen me touching myself; I covered up with a throw pillow and turned my head to look back and up at her.

 

“Great, great, sorry I didn’t hear you come down.”  I stood up, and exchanged the pillow for the DVD case; “quite a DVD you have here.”

 

She continued down the stairs and beaming she exclaimed “oh thank you, I’ve worked on it for many months now, what kind of ad are you creating?” She powered off the TV and player.

 

My bladder pushed some more. “Umm, Jess, can I use the bathroom?”

 

“Sure, you know where it is.”

 

“Uh, no – I never got there.” She stopped, looked at me, and away from the jigsaw puzzle…

 

“What?”

 

I explained about the door, and she apologized twice, and quickly gave me directions…I took the stairs two at a time….with Jessica following, as I turned the corner into the bathroom I heard her testing the cellar door knob over and over.

 

My erection had calmed a bit (fear??), and I urinated and flushed, and found Jessica in the kitchen, and I sat at the counter. Her back was to me, as she was cleaning something off the stove, and I looked at her – and then out of the darkened window over the sink, on the window sill was usual items of a potted plant, a small framed photo, and a drying wishbone from some past-eaten bird, a pacifier and a baby bottle.

 

I stared at the bottle.

 

“Are you hungry?” Pause.  “Steve, are you hungry?” She was now looking at me, and tried to follow my eyes. I looked away.

 

“You have kids?”

 

She made the connection, laughed and said, “no it’s my sister’s son’s stuff – they were here over the New Year, and left it behind. I keep it here as a reminder to ship it back along with a stuffed toy he left behind too, and – as you can see – I keep putting it off……”    Pause.  “Are you hungry?”

 

I was, but wasn’t going to admit it, and just wanted to get home, and dispose of those three bottles of pee.  “No, thanks I’m good.”

 

She moved from the sink to the fridge, and started singing…. Mary had a little lamb, little lamb little lamb, Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as snow…and

 

I wanted the bottle…or the pacifier. I just wanted that rubbery nipple between my lips as if my life depended on it, but thankfully my legs didn’t give away my needs, and so like any proper sales professional I guess I took my pen and sucked on that…..because at some point I realized that Jess was staring at me, and smiling.

 

“You okay? She grinned…. “Ya know, that’s a pretty lucky pen…”

 

I refocused my eyes, wiped my chin, and put the pen on the table. “I’m, I’m sorry, must be a little tired. Let me go get my stuff, and get out of your way.”

 

“Do you want to drink out of the bottle?”

 

My head snapped around and my legs stopped from heading toward the basement door – “what?? Why would you say that?”

 

Jess tilted her head, and said “because some people like beer out of a glass, and some don’t mind the bottle?!” And held up a Miller Lite, and again tilted her head.

 

*Sigh* “A bottle is fine, thanks.”

 

I went downstairs, gathered my stuff, glared at the DVD player, picked up my plastic bag of “Pepsis,” my computer, checked my coat pocket for the phone and keys, and then donned the jacket, but kept it unzipped.

 

“I’m going to put these out in the car, and warm it up too, okay?”

 

She nodded, held the door, and when I was done she was at leaning against the counter sipping her beer, and I rejoined her on a stool.

 

“How did it go today? When can I make my first million?”

 

Silence.

 

“Jess – I got nothing, all I know is that something is making me doze off, and I’ve even drank all your Diet Pepsi, which I’ll replace.” She waved no, but I kept going, “I really think you need to get another rep, and I’ll have Tracy, or Jeff or…

 

I only remember Jessica opening her mouth……. Mary had a little lamb, little lamb little lamb, Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as snow…and every where that Mary went, Mary went… I stared at the rubbery plastic nipples and began to suckle my Miller Lite.

 

This time Jess was mopping my shirt and jacket with a towel, and I smelled like a brewery when I came back around. Her chest was inches from me, and I stared at her nipples, with my crotch in a very happy state.

 

“Can you please try to tackle it one more time tomorrow? Maybe a good night sleep and another go at it? For me? For my dad’s faith in me? For my financial future??”

 

I wiped my mouth, apologized for the sixth time, got up, prayed my coat was long enough, and said – “What the hell, do you work tomorrow?”  I usually did paperwork on Saturdays, but I was pretty embarrassed.

 

“No, I’ve tomorrow and Monday off – so you can come in any time.

 

“I’ll be here after the gym – around nine thirty.”

 

“And I’ll be sure to leave that basement door open, you poor man holding it that long, I’m so sorry, you should have called me.”

 

I started to say something, thought better of it, and with that I apologized again, went out the car and noticed it was very warm, and that it had been running for about 25 minutes. Where the hell did the time go? 

 

Minutes later Jessica had found the wet towels, sniffed them and smiled, and started a wash; then went back upstairs and brought down five more towels and set them on the table. Then she sat down and began to knit; when the wash was completed she transferred them to the dryer, and moved the safety pins out of the sewing stuff, and placed them in clear view.

 

Mary Had a Little Lamb was now close to a deep seeded cog in Stevie’s mind…but tomorrow was the key.  She smiled, touched herself, and thought.. If this holiday weekend goes as planned, she’d have her deposit back in under a week, and Mr. Anderson under for a lifetime…

 

She went up the stairs humming the nursery rhyme – making sure to keep time with the thump-thump-thump of the wet towels in the dryer.

 

Mary Had a Little Lamb – Day 2

 

I made the gym at the usual time, but the work-out was anything but – I was not into my routine because my head could not comprehend what happened yesterday. Here I was one-sixty-second commercial away from a $7,800 commission check and I had only come up with Mary Had a Little Lamb, a jacket that smelled like beer, and a nice case of “blue balls.”

 

I shaved, showered, put on jeans and a station long-sleeve denim logo shirt, and headed for Jess’ house. I brought a six-pack of Diet Pepsi bottles to replace the three I drank and my own cans – hell; something had to do the trick.

 

At 9:53 I was back down on that now familiar couch, and Jess was off in the far corner painting the sheetrock. On the coffee table was a sports bottle of Gatorade, and there were others over next to the puzzle. I looked at her backside and groaned silently, now I’ve got an audience to see me fail. I put the DVD back in the machine, adjusted my earphones, and hit play.

 

Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb … Mary had a… It was 10:45 and I was dazed, drooling and a little confused, the sports bottle in my hand was nearly empty. I looked around the room, and she was still painting, and NOT looking my way. Thank goodness.  

 

I straightened up, walked around, and muttered to myself….and dreaded any kind of “how’s it going?” question…

Jessica meanwhile dared not look at Stevie – and silently prayed about this next run through, this was make or break, so as soon as he was “under” she was going to leave the room.

 

I walked to the Gatorade, took a new sports bottle, sat back down, gritted my teeth, and hit play… Mary had a little lamb, little lamb; little lamb … Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was…  Upon hearing the sucking noise of her happy man-child Jessica put down the roller and crawled as low as she could so to not break his vision with the madly flickering TV screen and scooted up the stairs.

The DVD player said 11:32, my collar was damp again, and my bladder was giving me messages. I got up, and looked for Jessica; “Jess?” I pseudo-whispered… “Are you down here?”

Hearing no reply and being led by a nice erection, I ignored the stairs leading to the main floor, and thus the bathroom, silently walked to the washroom, took a clean towel off the stack, dropped my jeans and underwear around my ankles, leaned back against the wall and peed into the towel bunched up around my groin….in big thirsty spurts. I had a goofy grin on my face and a full flagpole below my waist. I stroked it lightly, then pulled up my undies and jeans re-did my belt and slowly zipped up over a good bulge.

 

I put the towel in the washer, grabbed another Gatorade, and slinked back out to the TV, and then smiled. I WAS beginning to relax, maybe I can write this commercial after all. Ka-ching! I put on the still-warm earphones, hit play, and let Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb … take me where I wanted to go – peeing in a towel while holding it around my cock.  

 

Jessica heard the sucking and slurping sounds and crept down the stairs, and crawled to the laundry room holding her breath…..she spotted the wet towel in the washer and silently yelled out a big ‘YES’…… Crawled back thru the basement, being sure not to look at the TV screen, and went upstairs, got the baby bottle and pacifier and brought the pacifier to her bedroom and the put the bottle on the Gatorade/Puzzle table, and began to paint again.

 

At 12:27 I stirred awake, and had a nice chubby going on, but spying Jess, I simply went to the table, and reached for a Gatorade bottle…

 

“You know, if you try something different, the results may be different.”

 

I looked at her, and she nodded toward the baby bottle. I shrugged and said – “nothing gained, nothing lost.”

 

I filled the bottle from the Gatorade bottle, capped it, went back to the sofa, leaned back, spread my legs, patted my crotch and hit play.

 

My little-man needs to be rewarded…

 

Timing her crawl to the mid-point of the DVD where the urge to suckle was winding down and the urge for diaper-play was beginning to kick in, Jessica came over the couch, kept her head low, below his bottle and arm, but near his lap, undid the belt, zipped down the fly, and pulled the head of his penis barely above the fold of this underwear, wet her fingers and began to stroke him.  Very little time passed and she felt his cock begin to expand, his breathing/sucking rate increase and then finished her masturbation thru his underwear…. smiling as Steve’s grey briefs grew very damp and warm….re-dressed him and snuck back to her painting.

I woke up, and I knew something was different. I was v-e-r-y relaxed and my balls didn’t hurt anymore. Looking at Jessica’s back, I slid my left hand down and checked my underwear…it was sticky and warm, and yes – I had cum. Nice load too. I sat there thinking – After a day and a half – I was finally relaxed, and the only difference was no Pepsi, and drink out of the baby bottle.

 

“I’m going to clean up, and get something to eat, do you want anything?”

“No, I’m good – I’ve got my protein bars.”

Jess took the roller and paint up the stairs and I was left alone.  GOOD!!

 

If I did something different this time, would I get another orgasm? I got up off the couch, tip-toed into the wash room, reached for another towel, this time folded it, dropped my pants and underwear around my ankles, waddled over to the wall, and brought the terrycloth up between my legs, and pinned it against the wall with my butt, pushed my stiff member into the towel, closed my eyes, and peed. If I act more like a baby would I get another orgasm…?

 

At 3:50, Jessica, having monitored the towels in the wash go from bunched to now properly folded, awarded him with another explosion of semen; and then crawled over to the jigsaw puzzle.

 

The DVD player said 4:02p when I smiled a goofy smile, and without checking to see if Jess was looking my way or not, put down the baby bottle, unzipped my pants a bit, and looked down on gooey underwear.

 

Jess giggled. “Everything still there?”

 

“Yeah, everything’s great – I think I’ve climaxed.”

 

“That’s GREAT, you must be relaxed if your body can do that; are you ready to write my commercial?”

 

“Ummmmmm….I think I need to study this DVD some more…” I was pretty hooked.

 

Jess smiled and nodded. “Okay, you’re the professional. Can I fill up your bottle for you?” I nodded, and she went upstairs filled it up, and brought it back down.

 

At a little before 6:00p, I was leaning up against the wall in the wash room, with a terry cloth diaper held in place by safety pins and peed and peed; urine dripped through the cloth and dribbled on my pants and underwear at my feet.

 

“Hello – Steve?”

 

Oh shit… I tugged at the diaper pins…

 

“Steve – are down here?”  She walked extra-extra slow to give him time…Jess had a good idea what was going on.

 

I got the diaper pins undone, but pricked my left finger in the process, put the soaked towel in the wash, waddled to put the pins back and pulled up my underwear and pants when I heard her come around the corner. I was facing the little window and looking as hard as I could out to the dark night….trying to buckle my belt…..

 

“What are you doing?”

 

Ahhhhhhhhhhh….trying to see if it started snowing yet – haven’t been upstairs in a while” (who was I kidding – I hadn’t been upstairs since I got here)… I strained harder to peek at anything against the street lights up and across the street. No rain or snow was visible.  I turned to her, and she was smiling a small smile, and her head was tilted…as she noticed my penis area was wet and hard. I sucked my left finger, and a small taste of blood assaulted my tongue.

 

“Are you okay, did you cut yourself?”

 

“I’m fine” I mumbled…

 

“I’m cooking meatloaf, are you coming upstairs?”

 

PANIC! NO – I JUST PEED IN A CLOTH DIAPER COMPLETE WITH PINS…I NEED ONE MORE DVD VISIT – I NEED ONE MORE DVD VIEWING… I WANT TO CUM AGAIN… 

 

“Can I watch the DVD one more time?? I think I found a thread to build your commercial around…”  Thread – Steve you fuckin’ genius – great word…

 

Jessica grinned a full tooth-missing-grin, and said “no problem, I’ll have some wine and turn down the oven.”

 

I followed her back into the basement, when she reached the glass-covered coffee table, she scooped up the empty bottle, and went upstairs…panic began to set in, until she walked back down the stairs and handed me it full of milk. “We’re outta Gatorade – you’ve been a thirsty sales rep.” Jess smiled, kissed me on the cheek, and walked back upstairs.

 

You know – she’s not that bad looking…a few pounds off, a visit to the dentist…not that bad… Great rack…

 

I hit play, sucked on my bottle – before the music ever started – and prayed/hoped/wanted/needed the relaxation tape to do its job on my prostate and penis….

At 7:05 I was one frustrated mother-fucker. DAMN, DAMN, DAMN... I limped/lumbered upstairs with a full bladder, and very blue balls, peed in the toilet, and sat at the kitchen counter.

 

“Do you want a beer?”

 

“Do you have vodka?”

 

Jess nodded, and poured me a nice sized amount, and added ice.

 

We ate dinner, watching Jeopardy, and Miss Redenbacher was pretty smart…by 8 or so, we made some small talk but I really wanted to go back downstairs again, and dive into Mary Had a Little Lamb, but I probably should go home.

 

“You’ve got to work tomorrow, so I should be going, I want to thank you…..for…” Jessica picked up her phone, hit the screen and Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb…Mary had a little.....  It was going on 9 when I knew I had to go to the bathroom, and Jessica was inviting me to spend the night. I went the bathroom with a nice erection, peed, flushed, washed, thought about my horniness and came out with Jess in an extra-long Peyton Manning Colts jersey.

 

“That’s a little dangerous in Patriots country.”

 

She grinned, “we’re from Indiana – sorry.”

 

If I could get her to sleep I could sneak back down and watch the DVD again. Jess, I tell you what – I’ll sleep on the sofa downstairs, and you can…”

 

“I’ve got a better idea, you sleep in your clothes on top of the comforter, and I’ll sleep in my jersey under the sheets and comforter; that way we’ll be together, but not together.”

 

I glumly agreed, and I borrowed a toothbrush, brushed, took off my shoes and belt and laid down on the left side of the bed. And thought of peeing in towels. Jess got in under the covers, killed the lights, said goodnight, and leaned over and to do something on her nightstand.

 

Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb, Mary had a little lamb … Jess waited for ten or twelve seconds, felt Stevie begin to thrash around looking for his bottle, scooted up further on the pillows, reached over with her left arm, pivoted him onto his side facing her, hiked up her jersey, and guided his mouth to her left breast; She leaned her head back against the headboard and soaked in the wonderful feelings coursing through her body; she gently kissed the top of Steve’s head as his suckling became a content and steady pattern. As the tingles in her body continued, she reached down with her right hand, found a very happy penis and stroked it through his jeans.

 

It was 11:30 my balls ached, I had a wet spot on my shirt and my bladder was kinda full. I carefully got out of the bed, went by the bathroom, headed downstairs guided by nightlights; and spotted the washroom entry-way dimly lit by the street lights or the moon coming through the window. Scared to be caught, but too horny to care, I grabbed the last remaining towel, got two pins out of the plastic tray, went over to the wall dropped my pants and stained underwear to my ankles, folded the towel into a triangle, brought it up between my legs and her hand touched my arm.

 

S – - T!

 

I froze, I started to say her name, when she reached for my hands and whispered, “Let me help you.” In a state of shock, I held one side of the terry-towel / diaper while she pinned the other, and my heart continued to race, but my penis certainly didn’t care. She came around me brushed its swelling head and pinned the other side.

 

“If you’re going to pee, you’d better push Mr. Happy down a bit.” I did just that and leaned back against the wall…she leaned against my front and with her hands down near my groin. Her belly and breasts touched me all over.

 

“Go ahead.”

 

I closed my eyes, sighed, and did just that J…urine surged into the towel, and our right hands both felt the towel grow damp and warm. When I was done I had a very stiff flagpole, and she slowly slid down my legs and kneeled on my pants. Her left hand covered my right hand and joined me – as I / we lightly stroked my dick thru the towel. I made an effort to get back to the sofa, because that’s where the magic always occurred. Her right hand grabbed my knee and she shook her head.

 

No, do it here. I want to watch.”

 

And under the cover of almost darkness, lost in a sea of warm testicles and lust, I stroked myself, my left hand cupping a full mass of wet towel.

 

“Aim for my mouth.” And with those words, I came.

 

Recovering from my orgasm, I found Jess dabbing at herself with her jersey and then removing it to dab at my legs and the carpet.

 

“I’m, I’m sorry; I just don’t know what…” She silenced me by kissing the lower insides of my legs and whispered – “let’s get you out of these dirty clothes.” My pants, shirt and cum-stained underwear, joined her equally messy garb in the washing machine; she unpinned me, and the last towel was added to the pile. She added the detergent, started the machine, and put down the pins.

 

“Let’s go to bed.”

 

Both naked, she led me upstairs, I started to get on top of the sheets but under the comforter, and Jess just stared at me. Realizing that I did look pretty foolish, I lifted up the top-sheet too, and slid onto a very comfortable and deep mattress. It felt wonderful, and in a sleepy / post-sexual release state, kissed her on the lips and said “I think that DVD really does work, I’ve never been so….”

 

Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb, Mary had a little lamb … This time, as Stevie sucked on her left nipple, Jess rewarded herself with a powerful orgasm, and felt wave-after-wave of shivers and tingles. After a while, she reached for the pacifier, broke Stevie’s suckling, and gave him the Nuk. She donned a robe, went out thru the mudroom into the garage, popped the trunk and took out a sleeve of adult diapers and a blue diaper pail. Carried them back into the house and down into the basement. She stopped the washer in mid-cycle and placed all the diapers where the towels had been before and put away the safety pins into her sewing stuff.

 

Wouldn’t need those anymore…

 

On the way back thru the basement, she ejected Mary Had a Little Lamb from the player and put the Twinkle Twinkle Little Star DVD on the glass coffee table. Grabbed the other DVD box, and went back to join her man-child in bed.

 

Standing naked at the side of the bed, the nursery rhyme still playing “his siren song” she looked down on the pacifier sucking man; felt her nipples harden again and slid into bed. Off went the speaker on the smart-phone, his sucking slowly subsided. Spooning with Steve, and very content to have this man in her bed, she didn’t even mind the nice-sized puddle of drool under her left shoulder.

 

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

 

When I awoke Jess was fully dressed and the clock said 7:02.

 

“Hey sleepy head, how do you feel?

 

“I feel pretty good, but,” I rubbed my jaw a bit, “my jaw feels a little tender. Maybe I’ve been grinding my teeth?”  I looked her over – loose clothing where needed to hide her stomach and caboose, nice shoes and panty-hose to show off her legs which weren’t bad, and a hint of cleavage and proper make-up. Her eyes danced.

 

“Do you want the good news or the bad news?”  I chose the latter. “The washer started making horrible noises last night, so I stopped the cycle, and thus you’ve got no clothes to wear.”

I sat up and stared. “What’s the good news?”

She sat on the edge of the bed, “the good news is that I work at a major clothing store, and I will bring you home some clothes tonight.”

 

“…and in the meantime…?”

 

“In the meantime,” she walked to her chest of drawers and pulled out some sweatpants and jerseys; “I’m sure with my extra padding above and below the waist, you’ll have enough room to fit in these.” I groaned and nodded.  She asked my sizes, and I gave them to her.

 

“What did you think of my DVD? Can you write the ad?”  I sat and pondered the question…

“So far all I know is that the DVD makes me thirsty, time goes by in a blur, and if all goes right, I can end up with an orgasm.” I looked at Jess, and she nodded, and smiled – “is there a market for that?”

 

“I’ll make it a priority.”

 

Jess came to the bed leaned over, and I tilted my head up, and we had a soft, no tongue kiss; “I’ve got a truck to inventory, and I’m on the floor til 6:30; would you be a dear and take me out to dinner tonight when I get home?”

 

Remembering that tomorrow was the Martin Luther King Jr. holiday, I agreed.

 

“I put your stuff downstairs, so you’re good to go. Now make me a million-dollar ad.”

 

I smiled and gave her a thumbs-up, and with that she departed the bedroom and noises were heard as Miss Redenbacher made her way thru the house, and into the garage, and was gone. I was alone. YES!!

I took a shower, but finding not one bath towel in the house, I dried myself with a couple dish towels. Did the “big job,” brushed my teeth, donned a pair of sweat pants – which fit thru the waist, but were too short on the legs, and a T-Shirt from some long ago walk-a-thon.

 

I found cereal and milk and listened to the news; checked the missed call listings and noted that Mom and Dad, and my girlfriend Lisa had called between eight and ten last night. Great, talk to them later.  I put the bowl in the dishwasher and hoofed it downstairs. It was warm – very warm. Jessica must have kicked-in the electric baseboard heaters. I plugged in my cans, turned on everything, filled up the baby bottle with the blue water in the pitchers, went to the coffee table threw my notebook on the floor (Notes? I don’t need no stinkin’ notes), grabbed the DVD and cringed.

 

Where was Mary Had a Little Lamb? I want to climax again. I looked high and low and could not find the first DVD; I scrambled for my notebook and dialed Jessica.

“Steve, is everything okay?” Music was heard from the car radio.

 

Ummm, yeah – I, umm, No, I can’t find Mary Had a Little Lamb, all I’ve got is the Twinkle Twinkle DVD…”

 

ess laughed, that DVD you have starts with Mary Had a Little Lamb and continues the relaxation process with Twinkle Twinkle Little Star…. Okay?”

 

(THANK GOODNESS!) “Oh, okay, okay – that’s great; see you tonight, and don’t forget my clothes.” She promised she wouldn’t and hung up. Jess put the phone back in her bag, hiked up her skirt just a bit and touched herself there. On her mental shopping list she added “one pair of pantyhose” because her cotton in-seam was soaked.

 

Back in her basement the DVD cover was just like the previous one – except this one said VOL 2 and 62 minutes.

 

I went thru the motions, settled onto the sofa, leaned back, sucked on my bottle, and hit play.  And at 8:51 I woke up with an empty bottle, drool on my chin, a few belches and burps and the need to pee. Never thinking about going up the stairs, I marched into the washroom, and saw the diapers.

 

That’s right – no towels. I opened the washer, and the cold dirty water stared back at me.  A diaper? That’s a pretty big step. My bladder pushed some more, and my penis wanted to comment too – so thinking with the little head, and not the big one, I picked up the heavy adult diaper, pulled down the sweatpants and underwear and placed the “V” of the diaper over my erection and peed into it. I made a silly smile and giggle, and then put the partially wet diaper in the blue trash can.

 

I waddled back to the coffee table, picked up my bottle, finally pulled up my underwear and sweats – filled her nephew’s (my??!!) bottle, skipped/floated back to the couch, put on my earphones and hit play. Maybe this time I’ll get an orgasm.

 

It wasn’t to be – just another trip into my diaper-room, and another partially wet diaper was placed into the trash can.

 

In the middle of my third viewing my brain was getting weird messages……you-need-to-pee-you-need-to-pee-you-need-to-pee-you-need-to-PEE-you-need-TO-PEE-you-NEED-TO-PEE…YOU-NEED-TO-PEE…YOU-ARE-PEEING-YOU-ARE…

 

I refocused, the TV was blank, the bottle was empty, and I had a growing wet spot on Jessica’s pants. NO! I clamped down as best I could, grabbed my dick to stop the flow of urine, and hoofed it around the corner.  Spurting some more before getting my erect dick into absorbent material, I let loose a torrid stream, and sighed. I stepped out of the sweatpants and was left with white socks and a baggy T-shirt. I looked at the diaper in my right hand. If you try something new – maybe something different will happen…

 

I walked back into the basement – happy that it was warm, filled my bottle up with more blue liquid, put on my headphones, and sat on the diaper with the wet part under my ass and the dry part over my penis. And hit play.

 

It was a shade before Noon and the bottle was empty, and the diaper was full. Droplets had run down so a small stream of urine was in the fold of the sofa. I gazed at it, and slowly took the T-Shirt off, picked up the soggy diaper and mopped up, grateful for the plastic that protected my client’s new purchase. My dick was very very happy. I ate a protein bar, looked at the wet diaper on the coffee table, and then at the TV. I deposited the third diaper in the pail, got out another, repeated all the steps and this time - sat in the warm thick diaper and pulled it up around me. I did NOT use the tapes – that was for babies – and I was a sales rep on a sales call, trying to write an ad!!

At 1:15 I was soaked, and burping, and unfortunately farting a bit as my body tried to get rid of gas built up inside of me.  At 2:36 I was into my fifth diaper – wet, warm, and pretty full. I tucked my left hand down between my legs and squeezed gently, and rubbed gently, and squeezed and rubbed, and watched pre-cum ooze on the head of my dick.

At 3:44 I put on the diaper the entire way, tapes and all, leaned back hit play, and prayed for an orgasm to relieve the sexual tension I was engulfed in.

 

At 4:49 I couldn’t take the diaper off.    

My fingers and thumbs didn’t do what my brain commanded, and the warm wet white bulge (around my bulge) mockingly looked back at me. I went to the DVD case, grabbed it and read it…… I grabbed the DVD case? My hands DO work….

I gazed down and again tried to remove my diaper – and my hands swayed and twitched but did not do any good what so ever. I dug out my cell, and while rubbing my dick ensconced in the warm-slick material, my right hand held onto the phone and prayed Jess would answer.

 

“Hello, Steve? You okay??”

“When are you coming home? I need some help.”

“Oh my goodness – what’s the matter?”

Silence. How do you say what I have to say…?

On the other end of the line, Jess waited…and smiled and said a small prayer…

“My hands don’t work.”

“If your hands didn’t work Mr. Anderson – how could you dial the phone? Look honey, I’ll be home in…”

“I NEED YOU TO HELP ME GET OUT OF A WET DIAPER.”

YES – she beamed…

“Well, if I correctly remember diapering my nephew – I believe you just pull the tapes back…”

“I did, and my hands don’t work – they work on everything else – but not the diaper; can you please hurry…??!!  I don’t know what the matter is, and it’s rather weird, and rather strange, and my privates are starting to itch, and… I am not relaxed but am worried…and I’m freaking out…”

Sensing that panic was starting to creep into her little guy – Jessica Redenbacher did what any good mommy would do – she got her baby a bottle…    Mary had a little lamb, little lamb little lamb, Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as snow…and everywhere that Mary went, Mary went…

 

Hearing the happy sucking noises on the phone, Jess broke the connection, and walked to her office; on top of the bag of clothes she purchased she wrote a note “rash cream, wipes, bottle and powder,” and proceeded to call her District Manager to see if she could leave early.

At 5:15 I was burping and farting like crazy, my bottle was bone dry, and my lips were a bit chapped; I sloshed over to the second pitcher, filled my bottle back up. I hung over the back of the sofa and tried to make myself burp some more. Realizing that time somehow passed faster when watching her DVD’s I put on the phones, glumly hit play, touched my not-to-be-relieved-erection, and woke up at 6:24.

Jessica was looking down at me, and I looked at her, the diaper was saturated, the plastic of the couch was damp, and I said, “help me please.”

 

She took a towel out of her Marshall’s bag, and spread it on the coffee table, gestured me to it, and I plopped down, spilling more pee. She pushed me back, so my bottom was at one end of the table, and my head, barely fit at the other end; she looked down, ignoring the tent in my groin area.

“Now what’s this about your hands won’t work?”

 

“Look, I go to pull the tapes off the diaper, and…….”  My hands worked just fine thank you. The tapes gratefully let go, and my privates were damp, a bit pink, erect and clearly visible for all to see.

“Nice erection. If you wanted to play, you could have just said – Jess, I’m horny and thinking of you, can you come home early? You didn’t need to make up a my-hands-don’t-work and practically scare me to death; I set a Rhode Island speed record driving home, and my D-M had to go in to lock up.”

 

“I swear my hands didn’t work.”

 

“Whatever, let’s get you cleaned up.” She pulled the diaper out from underneath me, rolled it up, walked it into the washroom did a low-five with the diaper pail, added it to the growing stack; picked up a clean disposable, came back out to the coffee table and proceeded to put diaper rash cream, and powder on me, and tape me up. Somewhere between embarrassment and sexual desire, I allowed myself to be put back into the diaper.

“I’ve got some calls to make,” and she put the cans back on my head, filled up the bottle, grabbed the now two empty pitchers, handed me the bottle, and hit play. I came to at 7:46, I was hungry, the room was empty, and my diaper was fairly full. I sat up, pulled at the tapes – and my hands wouldn’t work again.

 

W-T-F….?

 

Off came the earphones and I waddled up the stairs pretty damn fast; Jessica was sitting on her bed, in just a long jersey, and pantyhose. She was on her cell, and she stared back – soaking in my panic, as I stood there almost naked, with just a droopy diaper, a pair of socks, and an erection. She ended the conversation and took off her jersey.

 

Her breasts were exposed, and I was too…

 

She cooed “Have you been a good boy today?”

 

I nodded. She got off the bed and slowly walked toward me; I didn’t know whether to look at the crotch of her pantyhose, or the two magnificent melons coming my way.

 

“If I go through your little blue pail – will I find any gooey sticky diapers?”

 

All I could do was shake my head NO, and burp.

 

“Then someone deserves a reward,” and with that she led me back to the bed, laid down on it, and bade me to get on top of her. “Pull one tape off the top of each side, so your penis can come out and play.”

This time my hands worked again, strange - and I did what I was told.  She reached down, and playfully pulled the diaper up tight around me, forcing me to ‘skootch’ up onto her stomach, and said “fuck my tits.” And there, on a cold Sunday evening, Jess cradled her breasts into a fleshy tunnel, and I slid on a warm-wet-diaper up and down her belly, thrusting for all I was worth. It felt AWESOME, and I came all over her and them. Once my breathing had slowed, I looked down at her and she up at me. And then - as any proper sales professional would do, I slid down her body, over her soft belly, ripped her pantyhose at the crotch and satisfied my client.

 

Due to the hour we ordered pizza in, and washed it down with laughter, kisses and beers. I even drank out of the baby bottle. We brushed our teeth, she offered to diaper me for bed, and I declined. We tumbled into bed kissed and spooned, her breasts against my back; I fell to sleep, very relaxed, and pretty happy.

 

Later in the pre-dawn hours, Jessica uncoupled carefully, grabbed her iPhone, and pushed a button….Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, how I wonder where you are, up above the world so high…

 

She let the song play through and crept out of bed as a stain of wetness spread out around Steve. She went to the basement, started the washer up again, counted all the wet diapers, and put a not-so-wet-one on the (outside) top of the pail; and then went into the back basement to bring the sleeping bags clearer into view.

Returning to the washroom, she put the wipes, the powder and the diaper rash cream on a small ledge in the washroom, just away from the door on the sawhorses. Got scissors from her sewing kit and cut the tags off his new jeans – extra baggy on one pair, and tossed them in the dryer, and did the same with his button-down shirts, and a packet of underwear. Put in a couple dryer sheets and began that cycle. Added the coffee-table-towel into the hamper, moved back upstairs, and then washed the baby bottle, and let it dry.

 

Back in the bedroom the song had long finished playing, and Steve was damp, and still asleep; she smiled, touched herself, and went to wake him up.    

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Chapter 4

 

Jessica saw her sleeping guy, started to walk around the bed – and then heard the gurgle of water rushing though the pipes, and said to herself… better wait a bit… we’re gonna have some more wash to do.  So she got a couple dish towels, put them between her and the damp sheet, and dozed off.

 

I felt her kissing the top of my head, and felt her rubbing my shoulder… “Steve? Stevie? Honey, you’ve gotta get up…”

 

I blinked, saw that it was still very dark out, and started to ask “why” when my hand and butt told me exactly why I was being woken up. I leaped outta bed…

 

I couldn’t get the words out fast enough: “I-am-soo-sorry-I-don’t-what-happened-to-me-please-let-me-clean-this-up-please-let-me-buy-you-a-new-mattress…”

 

Jess tried to soothe me, and I was shaking and very-very upset with myself; I stripped out of my (her) partially wet T-shirt, and now standing naked, began to uncouple the sheets from the blankets. Jess took the balled-up bunch of urine soaked sheets, and mattress pad; “follow me.”

 

I did, and when she went into the laundry room, she head-nodded to me and the back-basement door; “I think there are sleeping bags in there.” I did what I was told, and brought them upstairs….still stunned that I had wet the bed for the first time since YMCA camp way-back-when. Those thoughts were probably why I never once realized - wasn’t the washer broken??

Jess moved Steve’s new clothes onto the table, the wet towels and her NFL Jersey, etc. into the dryer, and put the bed stuff into the wash.

 

Upstairs I was in her bedroom, very guiltily looking at a mattress with a nice-sized urine stain on it; I heard her enter. 

 

“I am SO sorry!”

“No use crying over spilt urine.”

 

I did a small smile, lowered my head, and followed her out to the living room. We opened the sleeping bags all the way, layered them for some kind of padding under us, and with a new top sheet, and the bedroom blankets and pillows, we “went to bed” as the kitchen-stove clock read 4:49am.

 

Jessica rolled over, put her left leg onto my groin area, and slowly slid it up and down.

“Jess – I just wet the bed; I didn’t even shower…”

She straddled me, with the blankets up over her shoulders, and I gazed up at blazing green eyes, and hard nipples. She reached down to stroke me; I was excited, but not HARD.

“You can do better than this…”

Deep within my tabula rasa (colored by many many DVD viewings), I knew what I had to have to properly service my client…but I did NOT WISH to say it.

 

Jessica dropped down and placed both arms on either side of my head, and her nipples were well within lips reach… “What can I do to rock your world Mr. Anderson?” she whispered.

Don’t make me say it, don’t make me say it, don’t make me…

Her cooing continued … “You’ve climaxed on my sofa, masturbated in my washroom, and cum on my tits…  Come on Stevie…what can Jessie do to get your dick really, really hard…”

 

Horny and feeling a little empowered in the darkness…. “I need a diaper.”

 

Jessica smiled, leaned down and kissed me very softly, warmly and her tongue came into my mouth; I sucked on it, and we broke our connection. “Then go get one.”

 

I inched out from underneath her, and went down into the washroom; the noise of the dryer and washer muting the beating of my heart; went over to the clean stack of adult diapers, grabbed one, pivoted around and saw the used one on the top of the pail.  I froze in mid-thought. Went over to it, picked it up with my right hand, hefted it, it wasn’t that ‘dirty’, smelled it, and my dick answered what my mind already knew. I wanted to fuck Jessica lying on a wet diaper.

 

I put the clean one back, ran up the stairs, and with a major woody staring at Miss Redenbacher, handed her the used diaper. She got on her knees in front of me and rubbed the sodden padding all over my groin, legs and stomach. It felt wonderful…

 

“Come lie down.”

 

And with that we again got onto the floor-bed, I raised my ass, she slid the diaper underneath me and said “much better…” as she too noticed my girth begin to grow and thicken. (I swear my dick grew another half-inch).  Jess, wet her hand, stroked me, and slid up and onto me. We rocked together in a diaper frenzy of lust, and as my climax began to stir, she did something amazing – she reached back, pulled the cold wet flap of the used diaper up against the heat of my balls, and gently squeezed.

Stars exploded in my head, “oh my GOD…” The head of my cock was so sensitive that I grabbed her to stop her moving as my climax went-on-and-on. My breathing finally slowed, and I yawned.

 

“Did I rock your world?”

 

“You destroyed it… Oh my God, that was wonderful…”  *Pause*  “What can I do for you?”

 

“Wear this for the next few hours…..”  And in a post-orgasmic state, I let her tape me back into the warmer, slightly pungent diaper, and didn’t mind at all. Jess curled up with me, and I yawned again, stretched and faded quickly to sleep.

 

Jessica used the top sheet to stem some of the juices dribbling out of her, touched her breast and smiled. Stevie made a big step tonight… A diaper, a used diaper - had broken the plane of the basement – not out of fear – but out of sexual excitement. She patted his thicker mid-section and gazed over at him; diaper play was now house-wide.

 

Five years ago Jessie Redenbacher Reilly arrived from Indiana and within a year, due to family separation anxiety and an abusive husband gained thirty nine pounds; unable to sleep during the divorce she listened to “The Anderson Overnight Adventure” and remembered his words of kindness on the phone, and how he made her laugh. She even went to “see him” while at various radio remotes. And now, rid of that scum, in her OWN house (thanks to the divorce decree), more confident, employed and on her way to her Master’s -- this man was in her bed…!!    

 

Jess knew she wasn’t the cutest thing going, but she was smart… If she could deliver massive orgasms in a way no one else could – he’d never leave her.   A way to a man’s heart may be through his stomach – but the penis is a good place to visit too.

 

She went back downstairs, popped out Twinkle Twinkle and put in a special extended disc created just for Steve; because she knew she didn’t have a lot of time….  She hid the original disc but kept the Vol 2 case in view. Went back upstairs - curled up against him, and drifted off to sleep.  Mrs. Jessica Anderson – that had a nice sound to it…

 

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Chapters 5 and 6 - from January 2012

 

Chapter 5

 

 

Jessie changed me out of the diaper, and pointed toward the bathroom. When I came out of the shower, my new clothes were hanging up, and I was drying off with a freshly laundered towel; my beard scratched a bit since I hadn’t shaved in 48 hours, and I gazed, and walked into the Master Bedroom to view a slowly fading pee stain.

 

I WET THE FREAKIN’ BED… Geez what a loser… 

 

Jessica was at the top of the basement stairs, now holding a new diaper…and grinning… I nodded, she joined me in the bedroom, I lay down on the dry side of the mattress, and when I was almost done, she gently moved my growing penis, so its head would point down into the padding, and taped me up, with a kiss on the crotch “for luck.” I squeezed into the pants which were my size (why did she get a 38 inch waist and a 32?), and grabbed a shirt.

 

“What’s the game plan today?”

 

“Well, I’ve got to write your ad copy, and I’m still kinda stuck on how I’m going to get people to by a DVD series that has them drinking out of bottle, not remembering vast periods of time, and then, *sigh* peeing in towels, to get relaxed.

 

“Or diapers.”

“Or diapers….”

“Are you relaxed?

“Yes, I am, and my “Johnson” has had some amazing ummm, times with you.”

She grinned – “anytime. Why don’t you watch Twinkle Twinkle a couple more times, and then we’ll see if an ad comes through.”

 

“Isn’t there one more DVD? Old MacDonald?

 

“You don’t want to watch that one. Let’s stay with Twinkle Twinkle.” I started to say something, caught a tone in her voice and didn’t push further.

 

“I call you for breakfast,” gave me a swat on my puffy ass, and handed me a used Gatorade Sports Bottle with blue-ish liquid in it.

 

I looked at it.

Jessica grinned. I swallowed…. Don’t make me say it, don’t make me say it…don’t make me say it…

“Is there a problem?”

S - - T…!

“Where’s my bottle?”

“You mean my nephews bottle? Do you want to use my nephew’s bottle, or do you want to use the bottle I bought for you…”

She bought me a bottle?    *boing!!*

 

Jessica walked over to me, looked up, and stroked my lower regions, cupped my balls and waited….“I would like to use my bottle.”

She uncoupled her hand, grabbed a red baby bottle, and handed it to me. “Have fun.”

 

I padded my way down the stairs, foolishly put on my cans, foolishly powered on the DVD Player and TV, and foolishly hit play. Mary Had a Little Lamb morphed into Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, and the then repeated, and then…

 

Jessica knew that her man-child would be out for hours – but also knew that heavy gas and chapped lips were on the way if she didn’t keep swapping out her nephew’s blue bottle and his bottle every hour. So between a quick trip to Bed Bath and Beyond, and keeping her guy well hydrated, she had finished wrapping the door in the washroom with a comforter and topping it with double-sided taped crib-mattress pads for added comfort and waterproofing… and re-fitted her bed with a waterproof pad. Her work finished she stopped the DVD in mid session, made sure his baby bottle was in his hand, and went out to the car, and drove around the neighborhood for a few minutes.

 

My jeans were soaked in the crotch, and I was erect. I had never peed so much in previous viewings to dribble out of an adult diaper, and to also soak my jeans in that ‘tell-tale-I’ve-got-a-diaper-on-half-moon-pattern…’ My bottle wasn’t even finished…where did all this pee come from? The DVD player said 12:06. I guess I missed breakfast….. 12:06????  My watch said the same thing. I stood up and urine dripped down my legs. I waddled to the DVD player hit eject and looked at the disc.  It looked the same… I put in back, and went to the case…  VOL 2 & 62 minutes stared back at me. Where did three hours go????

 

“Well hello sailor.”

 

Jessica helped me carefully slide my jeans down over my engorged diaper, and felt more droplets land on my bare feet; I stepped out of the legs, and looked down on a saturated, droopy, wet adult diaper. *sigh*  “I believe I need some help….my hands?”

 

She led me into the back washroom, which was pretty damn warm from a portable space heater.  I got up on the “changing table” as directed - when the fuck did this get done? - with a pillow under my head; Jessica put her right hand on my hard-on, her left hand on my hairy chest and right nipple and began to stroke through the warm soggy padding, and lick here and there. I started to blush, and closed my eyes.

‘LOOK AT ME…”

I peeked out…

Does that feel good?”

“Yesssssssss…”

She kept moving the wet-slick material up and down my shaft, and slowed way way down… “Wanna play a game?”

Uh-oh….

“It’s called Don’t Cum Yet. I give you a time goal, and if you can hold out for that long, I’ll blow you in a wet or dry diaper. If you climax before the clock strikes twelve, I get you into a dry diaper with the wet diaper duct-taped over the top of the dry one forcing you to waddle or crawl until the next changing time….. Do you want to challenge your ability to control your orgasm…and get one hell of a hummer?”

 

Think, think, think….

 

“I’ve been told I’m very good at giving that….” And she squeezed one more time gently…Already soaked, and little worried to be playing urine games in diapers, I painfully declined. Jess looked a little disappointed, stopped her rubbing, undid the tabs, and put me into a dry diaper, using all the tools of her feminine ways to keep me very horny, and very frustrated.

When she was finished she helped me off the sawhorse-table, patted me on the ass and watched me plod off toward the couch with just a diaper and button-down Oxford shirt – that wasn’t.

 

I heard the heavy dype land with a THUNK inside the rapidly filling pail, uh, TRASH CAN.

 

“Let me fill your bottle,” and once she did just that -- my subconscious brain made the correct statement….and my paycheck knew what my dick was saying.  I’m never going to write this ad – and don’t care, ‘cause the orgasms have been fucking awesome….and I can’t explain it….never mind write about it…

I hit play and didn’t come around again until Jessica stopped the DVD and challenged me again to a game of Don’t Cum Yet…

“How long?”

“Four and a half minutes.”

“I hold out for JUST four and a half minutes – two hundred and seventy seconds – and you’ll blow me?”

“Uh huh…”

“And what can you do to me?”

“Anything I wish so long as it is NOT painful…” Her green eyes bore into me and the missing molar was clearly visible; her nipples were two tight marbles pushing out against the jersey; and I was clearly erect. Tent city…

 

She knew she had me.  “Deal?”

“Deal,” I said and she leaned down and softly kissed me and whispered – “this is going to be so fuckin’ easy…”

She marched upstairs and got some Johnson’s Baby Lotion, and a kitchen timer, smeared the pink lotion on my chest and my face; and wonderful smells wafted up… Opened up the top two tapes of my soggy diaper, set the timer, hit start, came back over to the couch, curled up with her head on my shoulder, gazed down and began to pump with her coated right hand.

 

I thought of math problems, and my dog passing away, and ANY-THING-I-COULD to stall the building wave of pleasure…that had been denied for many hours…I sniffed in more scents of baby lotion, groaned - and then she took it one more step…with her vocal cords…

 

“Don’t cum yet Stevie…or Mommy will have to keep you in big squishy diapers…You’ll have to waddle around for your bottle, you’ll crawl, and bounce up and down in big heavy dypees…don’t cum yet Steve, don’t cum yet…

 

Lost in lust and baby smells and the thick diaper - I did just that… I spewed into her hand, onto my chest and semen gurgled into my belly button.

 

1:05 left.

 

While I sat dazed in ANOTHER orgasmic trance, Jess removed the diaper and hefted it over to the changing table and moments later, after I lay down she cleaned me off with a small towel, added the diaper rash cream, powder, new diaper, and then old diaper, and used packing-tape from the back basement on the tired tapes.

 

I rolled off the table, and semi-waddled to the sofa.

 

“Do you want a late lunch?”

 

It was almost three….. And I was starved.

 

I followed her upstairs and watched her magically create a wonderful tuna melt in mere minutes, added a glass of milk, and we sat at the counter talking and laughing as I sat in an open Oxford shirt, with one wet and one dry diaper to cushion my butt as I dribbled urine on a kitchen-towel-covered-chair. She fiddled with the TV remote control, adjusted the volume, and picked up her phone. Twinkle Twinkle Little Star – how I wonder where you are, up above the world…

 

I kept eating, watched ESPN, finished my meal, thanked her with a kiss on the cheek, and got up to return to the basement, and realized my waddle was more pronounced… I was wet.

When did I go to “the bathroom?”

“You okay? Jess touched my arm.

“I’m wet…and I don’t even remember letting go…”

“Do you want me to change you – no games?”

“No, no – it’s okay…man, wet the bed, and just let go during lunch…”

“Well…..SOMEONE LOOKS pretty happy,” and rubbed her hand up and down my pole, and leered.

 

 I grinned an “aw shucks grin” shook her off, went down the stairs, put on the earphones and hit play; when I awoke her nephew’s bottle was in my hand, my diaper and SHIRT tabs were damp, and Jess was sipping wine by the jigsaw puzzle.

 

I was doubly full of urine – old and new. “I guess I peed when my dick was pointing the wrong way too…”

 

She grinned. “Go again? Double or nothing??”

 

I grinned back and patted my erection. “Sure.”

 

She got up, put down the Chardonnay, went into the sewing room, got something, almost skipped to the sofa, kicked the coffee table out of the way, set AND STARTED the timer at four and a half-minutes, got on her knees, sliced open the packing tape, peeled back the tapes, took my urine soaked cock in her hand and licked and pumped me to an rush of an orgasm with her slippery right hand while her left pushed and cradled soggy padding up and around my balls. She’d been told very correctly – she was fucking great “at that” as I poured into her mouth.

 

2:16 left.

 

Jess toweled off the sofa plastic, and at almost six o’clock and I was in a dry diaper sliced open at the bottom, into another dry diaper, with two heavy wet ones taped over that. Once I had I waddled and crawled to the sofa, she grinned, looped her arms around me, kissed me on the neck, I put my WELL-spread-apart feet on the coffee table, while she went and filled two bottles, and I hit play…

 

At 8:53 I crawled up the stairs, with Jess patting me on the backside, fucked her doggy style leaning over the bed, the big weight of diapers swinging between my legs with each thrust, licked Jessica clean with fingers and tongue, got released from all the diapers, took a quick shower, got dressed in my original Saturday clothes; took all the weekend’s wet diapers home with me in a double plastic garbage bag, with a note attached to them.

STEVE – PLEASE THROW AWAY – DO NOT PUT THEM BACK ON. xoxoxox Jess

 

No problem, I thought, there was a dumpster right around the corner from my condo…

Jessica tidied up a bit around the house, stretched, yawned, smiled, and hung up a couple of Steve’s clothes – including the size 38 waist jeans - in a corner of her closet, put his toothbrush next to hers in the bathroom, and put his baby bottle in the dishwasher. Microwaved some popcorn, poured some more wine, and went to bed.

 

Jess sipped and munched and grinned a big tooth-missing-grin. She had a pretty good feeling that he wasn’t going to throw out the diapers.

 

Chapter 6

 

I pulled the Nissan Altima into my assigned parking space, killed the engine and gazed at the big black heavy bag of soggy diapers, my diapers in the passenger’s seat.

It’s dark and FREEZING outside – I’ll throw them away in the morning.

Hurried to the condo, put my cans away, put my sales stuff on the kitchen counter, put my gym stuff into the washer, then listened to my parents begin to worry, and Lisa start to whine on the ‘answering machine’, and got a glass and slowly sipped vodka in the soft kitchen light.

My jaw and lips were sore – I wasn’t really sure why – yes the bottle, but did I suckle the entire time? Wouldn’t I run out of blue-stuff? For most of the past four days my crotch was a mixture of seminal fluids, Desitin, powder, and urine. I had climaxed so many times that my balls felt empty and my foreskin was tender. I sipped some more vodka and rolled an ice cube on my tongue.

 

I had wet my client’s bed, and orally satisfied my client twice…. Does one balance out the other..? I flipped off the kitchen light, walked to the living room - the drapes still open since Saturday morning - and looked out on the golf course covered in snow. To my left, on the mantle of the gas fired fire place was an engraved picture frame:  “Steve & Lisa – Sandals Jamaica” …we looked tan and happy… I thought of Jessica Redenbacher…

 

Four fuckin’ days and this woman was in my HEAD, and in other places too…Then I ‘barked out loud’ in the quiet room – “Why did Jessica ask for me?”

The room gave no answer and Lisa sure as hell wasn’t going to say anything. I closed the drapes, carried my drink upstairs, got undressed down to my T-shirt, put two towels on top of my mattress sheet, set the alarm, sat and sipped my vodka, and then went to sleep.

 

I woke up dry. THANK GOD!!  I dressed for work, walked down to the car – and looked in at the bag of wet (frozen?) diapers, and the dumpster about thirty yards away.

It’s icy out and I may get my London Fog dirty heaving that bag into the dumpster… I’ll put them in the kitchen, and throw them away later…

At the office I massaged my jaw, and worked doubly hard to bring in another strong order, knowing that I had to cancel out Jessica’s and it would leave a huge “MINUS” next to my name for the day… Fortunately I had many “irons in the fire” and one closed -- thus at least balancing out the loss for February and March.

As I drove home, and my phone rang – keeping my eyes on the road and not on the ID listing – I simply said “hello?”

 

“Well – you’re one tough hombre to get a hold of…! Are you ducking me Mr. Anderson?”  It was Lisa….

 

“No, not at all – I’ve been trying to write an ad to help save a seventy-eight-hundred-dollar commission.”  Which was true…

“$7,800 commission?”

“Yup…”

“How’d it come out?”

“Lousy – it went south, client didn’t like it  lie, lie, lie… and the order was pulled.”

 *Silence*

 “Why don’t I come over tonight and cheer you up?” The sexual inflection was clearly heard…

 Oh no – the diapers…

 “Uh – Lisa, tonight’s not a good night, how ‘bout lunch tomorrow?”

She giggled – “a Nooner?”

“No, lunch – lunch.” 

“Lunch ??  You haven’t called me or spoken to me since Thursday, and you turn me down offering sex tonight or a romp tomorrow, for LUNCH? Is there something I should know about Steve??” 

 

Yes…but I’m not sure either… “No, nothing – nothing’s up – just a bad time. Lunch tomorrow? Panera Bread, Noon?”

 

…Silence…

 

“Love you.”

“Love you too” I said and clicked the phone shut….and called Jessica.

 

“Hi Steve, I was hoping you’d call!” Her voice was warm, and rich.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“When we kiss you sometimes put your tongue in my mouth…”

“Does that bother you?”

“No – it’s fuckin’ erotic as hell; I don’t want to sound gay or anything – but I’ve never had something to suck on like that before, where did you learn that trick?”

She laughed – “I started doing that as a defense mechanism – lotta guys like to jam their whole tongue in – so I started ‘fighting back.’…Your lips are pretty sweet too…”  Steve – you are such a doll…!

“It just feels great -- like a warm wet gentle sword fight, and I had to ask; thank you for sharing that we me.”   Pause   “I cancelled out your order today, and your credit card will be reimbursed at midnight.

PANIC … “YOU’RE GIVING UP?.....You’ll still come see me won’t you?”

“Do you want me too???”

“Very much so.”

 

I silently nodded – balance Lisa and Jessica?  Oye….. One lady has a temper, and the other almost wrestles in my weight class…

“Steve…?”

“Okay – let me get my work and gym visits out of the way, and we’ll set a date; I’ll call you tomorrow or Thursday.”

 

“Til then – and thanks for a super weekend….”

I swear she mentally licked the phone…  “Thank you I said.

 

Went home - made dinner, paid bills, including my rent check at the dining room table, got my gym stuff and clothes together, and thought about Jessica and Lisa….in that order, while I carried the heavy bag of diapers up to my guest bedroom.

 

The diapers smelled okay – not too ‘ammonia’ strong because I flushed so many liquids through my body, but enough of a “baby smell” to make me rise to a ‘chubby’ just sniffing in fully. Okay, so I untied the bag and opened the plastic bag up to the air – but I didn’t put the diapers onjust as Jessica asked.

The next morning, I got dressed in the guest bedroom, pulled up carefully, and went out into the dark to start my day.

 

By noon I was having lunch with Lisa and made sure to call her honey or nothing at all in case my still slightly sore mouth said Jessica instead of Lisa.

 

Thursday came, and I did call Jessica -- but for the wrong reason.

 

“Hel-lo…?”

“Jess, it’s Steve…”

“St, Steve? What, what time is it?”

“Almost 11:30….and…”

She giggled.

“What..?”

“Well – you said you’d call me ‘tomorrow or Thursday’  *yawn*  and it looks like you were correct – by about thirty minutes. What’s up?”

“Can you come over?”

“NOW?  You call me at 11:30 on a ‘school night’ and want me to come over? I’m flattered, and a little aroused – but why?”

*Silence*  “Steve, are you still there??”

 

“I put the diapers back on.”

 

YES, YES, YES, YES, -- !!    *sigh*   “Really? Stevie, I asked you not too – that’s our game… Why didn’t you throw them out?”

 

“Well,…..I really don’t want to say.”

“Well, I really don’t want to get out of bed at almost midnight either.”

 

*DAMN, DAMN, DAMN*    “I liked the way they smelled.”

 

She smiled. “Okay, sniffing is not wearing – why did you put them on?”

“I was feeling, you know – and I looked into the bag, and the four diapers you last had me in were all still stacked together, and so I… you know… And now… well, you know,  I forgot my hands don’t work…and I’m beginning to, you know, tingle and chafe, and I don’t think I can make it to tomorrow, when I, you know….”

 

“Did you masturbate?”

“No!!”

“Did you pee in them?”

Cringe – “ a little to warm them up..”

“Are you erect?”

“Jessssssssssssss………………”

“Are you?”

“Yeah.”

“Give me your address.”

I did – and she said – “be there in as soon as I can and I am staying the night, fair enough?”

“Yes, yes, fair enough, thank you, thank you – I owe you one.

And with that, Jessica hung up, hugged herself, and kissed the paper in her hand; since Friday – she’d lost four pounds by not snacking (and by revving her motor), while her emotional confidence was at an all-time high. And now, Steve Anderson’s unlisted home address was in her hands.

She got some stuff together, including make-up, Tampax, and some baby supplies, and headed out to rescue her little guy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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After releasing Steve from his “sodden foursome” Jessica had indeed found her little-man in the early stages of diaper rash, and coated him with soothing ointment, paying extra attention to his scrotum and shaft…and then wishing to ‘properly’ take care of his erection, and phone call, she -uh – tried to do so with her practiced right hand…

 

Fear welled in (would Lisa just show up?) …and since a good defense is a good offense, I tried to reward my savior with a grand tongue licking… She kissed the top of my head and cradled my ears, and stopping me from going any lower…

 

“Not now – it’s that time of the month…”

“If you have to wait - then I’ll wait too!”

Jess shook her head and said, “do you want me to re-diaper you?”

“And maybe wake up wet and stiff, with a side-order of blue-balls? No, no thank you.”

 

I kissed her softly and our tongues did that magic dance again. 

 

“Why don’t you get ready for bed and I’ll go throw these diapers away.” She smiled and nodded, and I bundled up, and took out the heavy black trash bag, and tossed them in the dumpster.

 

Dumping a pant-load of wet adult diapers, into a dumpster, at 12:50 in the morning…has gotta be a new record….

 

I joined her in the bathroom, brushed teeth, etc. and we curled up and went to sleep. When the alarm went off at 5:00 for the gym, I turned it off and rolled over, and her arm snaked around my waist, and held on tight. I smiled – her soft body was up against me and it felt rather nice.

 

Jess got ready for work first, since “women need time to put on their face” and by the time I was showered and dressed, she had coffee going downstairs.

 

“You’re polite, attractive, well-employed, a certified-neat-nick, have a good dick, and you probably love your mom” (ix-nay on that one), “so you’ve got to have a girlfriend…who is she?”

 

I stared at her. She stared back. I nodded, put down the mug, and got the Sandals photo.

 

Jessica gazed at it.   OH HELL  “She’s very beautiful.”

“Yes, yes she is.”

“What’s her name?”

“Lisa.”

Jessica thought…If her bottom half was anything like her top half – Lisa was a major catch…

“Do you love her?”

*Silence*

“I thought I did til I met you, now I’m not so sure.”

 

Jessica’s heart stopped breaking…… “Hooooo,” and brushed away a small tear. “Don’t say anything else – or I’ll have to reapply my make-up. How ‘bout a date then? Tomorrow night?”

 

“Uhhh…”

 

“Sorry, sorry – Saturday night is Lisa’s night… How ‘bout Sunday afternoon – you can watch the Pats Playoff game at four, and I’ll root against them, and make a lasagna?

Football? Lasagna? Not go out and have a chance Lisa’s friends – or Lisa herself – who would see me and Jess…?  PERFECT!

 

“That would be great – just great!”  She kissed me, I kissed back, and we held it for a couple seconds, enjoying just the full softness of each others’ lips.

 

“Can I come over around two – to start the creative cooking process?”

“Sure,” I turned off the coffee pot, put the mugs in the dishwasher, and held the door for her; she grabbed her night bag and purse, and we each went our separate ways.

 

On Saturday I did what any good boyfriend would do – I took Lisa out to a private radio get-together with a regional band, (and open bar); “showed her off” to all the other co-workers who had always drooled over her, had dinner, and went home where Lisa and I went to bed…. Missionary position, then fingered her to a nice climax (good girls don’t go down – and we don’t let men go down there either, because we’re dirty), and then got back in as she rode her orgasm, and after a time, I finally climaxed too – thinking the whole time of wet diapers and Jessica. 

 

Sunday

 

Woke up in a dry bed (thank you Lord!!), and bade Lisa farewell at around eleven, cleaned the condo, put the Sandals photo face down, chilled the beer, iced the vodka, answered some e-mails, wrote a car ad for a regional dealership, and by 2:00 Jessica was at the door; wearing that damn blue “Number 18” Jersey…and toting a cooler of stuff on rollers.

 

“Now THAT’S tailgating!”

She grinned, I gotta get her to a dentist, then we kissed, and she began to unload food-stuffs, pans, etc.

 

“You know – some guys can cook, and being one of them, you didn’t have to bring all your own stuff…”

“Better safe than sorry; Now shoo – it’s my kitchen now… Go be a guy and watch TV.”

I took a beer, and went into the living room, and popped on the set; after a while – the NFC Playoff battle didn’t really interest me –  Jessica walked into the living room and stood in front of the TV with a diaper in her hand, and light dancing in her eyes.

“Does Stevie want to play?”

I looked at her, thought, grinned – and said, “what the hell.”

We used my coffee table for a changing table, and she kissed my growing erection with the insides of her lips and then taped me up. I put my sweatpants back on, cursing that she didn’t keep going with those lips… 

 

I kept flicking around to find something interesting, when Jess came over with the Ground Hog Day DVD and said – “do you mind if we watch this? I know it by heart – so I put it on when I clean the kitchen or cook a long meal – ‘cause I don’t have to watch, but I still get to laugh.”

 

I too love the movie – so I waved her over to the player and nodded; she put in the movie hit play and Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb, Mary had a little…

 

Jess watched her man phase-out as the TV madly flickered and the vocals did its dastardly deed. She gave him another beer to suck on; went to the kitchen and first put rolled up paper-towel pieces in her ears, and the placed all her cooking stuff into his dishwasher and started it up. Took the lasagna-making supplies and put them back in the iced cooler and brought it outside to her trunk. Out of the front seat she took the lasagna she made last night, and went back into his home.

 

She crawled over to his TV and read the player – she had 19 minutes left…before a replay… It was high time to see how deep this Lisa chick had her claws into Steve. She took the stairs at a good clip.

 

At the end of her search, Jess had learned where Lisa kept her toothbrush and Kotex, and the bitch seemed to have no clothes or make-up in his unit (YES!). Jess even found Steve’s porn stash – complete with some kind of butt-plug / prostate vibrator… interesting… Guys were sooo predictable – the porn stash is always in one of two places – in the closet up high or low – or buried in a lower drawer under clothing.

 

She returned to the living room, repeated the DVD one more time to give the lasagna-cooking story more believability – gave him some water in a beer bottle, cleaned out her ears, and took a walk. Came back with minutes to spare, took off her DVD and popped in the real Ground Hog Day, and went back to the kitchen.

 

I came to, and hazily watched Punksatawny Phil do his thing… My bladder was making major noises, and when I got to my feet I was a little unsteady, a little damp on my shirt collar, and erect. 

 

“Hey sleepy-head – long night last night?”

“Uhhh… I guess it must have been…” I went to the small half-bath, off the living room, opened the door, closed it – and then remembered I needed Jess. I walked out to the kitchen, and stood there – and said “help please.”

 

“You know – you could just use the diaper.”

I looked at her backside as she made a salad… and she turned around and looked at me…..and smiled that big tooth-missing smile, and being a proper gent with bodily function-issues, and a lady present… I went to the other side of the divide, looked back into the kitchen, spread my legs a bit and wet my diaper. It bagged, but still wasn’t saturated. I was happy, squishy, and warm…

 

She walked around into the dining area in mid-pee, I grabbed her and she snuggled into my arms… “You know – I hate Peyton Manning…”

A muffled… “You only hate him because he’s so damn good” was her reply, and I nodded and kissed the top her head.

 

“Sorry about the stiff guest between us….” I was wet – but still erect – weird….  Ground Hog Day?????

 

“I kinda like it….do you want to play…?” And she slid that hand up and down my shaft. I looked at the clock, and the 3:44 numerals got my attention… It’s almost four…? How long did I doze off for…?? 

“Ummm, no, no – you’ve got the lasagna and the game’s coming around…”

 

“Wanna put a bet on the game?”

 

I grinned – “I’m kinda bad at playing your games…I believe I’m oh-for-one…”

“If I remember correctly you ejaculated into your belly button, and put even more juices down my throat – and you call that losing…?”

 

I kissed her – our tongues did a soft caress, and said – “okay.”

 

“My Colts win, I get to ask you to do something sexual; if the Pats win, your choice, fair enough?”

 

We shook hands and got some dinner-stuff ready.

 

At four we watched the battle up in Foxboro, and by five the lasagna was presented and joined with a garden salad, and iced vodka, and bread – we dined in the living room eating off the coffee table. The game was good – Brady vs Manning always is – but the fuckin’ Colts won the fuckin’ game….

 

Okay I don’t hate Peyton Manning – I despise Peyton Manning…

 

We cleaned up, I was a little tipsy and was still drinking vodka, and constant leaking into my diaper was making it pretty droopy when Jessica hit me with her wish: “Let’s curl up and watch some porn.”

I froze. Seconds felt like minutes….

“I don’t have any porn…  *pause* I’ve got some racy R-rated movies if that will do.”

 

Jessica stared, said nothing, and just kissed me gently. “You’ve got to go work tomorrow, why don’t I leave?”

 

“No please stay!!”  Came out more like “Shtay

 

Jess just stared some more, smiled (sadly?!) and said “okay.” She brought her clean dishes and lasagna pan out to the car, and brought in an overnight bag.

 

“Do you work tomorrow?”

She shook her head no; “I’ve got today and tomorrow off this week.”

She went upstairs with her stuff, and I topped off my vodka… I lied to her… SHIT… Lie to Lisa and now lie to Jessica… Quite a fuckin’ asshole you are Mr. Anderson…

 

By 9p I was in no shape to do much of anything and Jess helped me to bed; when I awoke around 4am, my head hurt, the bed was dry, my diaper was on “her nightstand” and Jess was curled up away from me. I looked at her, remembered the lie, shook my head, and got up to pee and drank some water. By 5:01, I had punched out the alarm clock, and by 7:05 was in the kitchen dressed for work, and hung-over.

 

On the dining room table was a warm plate of lasagna and a glass of orange juice.

 

“Eat up – orange food helps cure a hangover.”

“Thanks.”

My hands shook – I ate some lasagna and drank some OJ.  It was a Screwdriver; I smiled, and raised my glass. “Thanks again.”

 

By 9:12 I had done the one work-thing I had to do (get a check from a dead-beat client), and I also knew there was a call I had to make.

 

I pulled over the side of the road, got out my phone, breathed in and out about seventeen times and dialed.

 

“Hello?”

“There’s something I’ve got to tell you.”

Pause.

“What is it?”

*sigh*

“I do have a porn stash – I lied to you last night.”

Jessica stopped painting her toenails and hugged herself – he trusts me… Oh Steve I sooo love you!

“What are you doing right now?”

“I’m painting my toenails, in your bathroom why?”

“You’re still there – that’s good! I’m coming home – I feel lousy, my head hurts and my porn stash is in my closet at the top left…” 

And Jessica floated into his bedroom, smiled and put his porn stuff next to his side of the bed, not even remembering whether she said “I love you” or even if she hung up her cell phone. She marched downstairs, picked up the lying-face-down picture of Lisa and Steve, and displayed it properly.

 

Lisa was no threat now.

 

By the time I got home, I was feeling much better mentally having come clean, but physically was still a bit green around the gills. I knocked, Jessica opened the door, wearing my robe, and gave me a mammoth hug; “welcome home honey…”

 

“My robe?”

“It smells like you.”  *Pause*   “And the sheets smelled like Lisa……so I started a wash.”

I stared, nodded, started to say “I’m sorry” but she kissed me hard on the lips, and led me upstairs and helped me disrobe, and we watched Taboo on a freshly made bed, and one thing led to another and I made love to Jess with a vibrating probe up my ass, held in place by her hands and a barely-taped wet diaper…. I came and came and came.  When the stars had stopped spinning and her hand had wormed its way through a droopy leg opening to shut off the plug…. I looked down at her, and she looked up and said – “look what can happen when you tell the truth.”

 

And we kissed.

 

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Turn of events…

 

 Ma’am, you are already facing A and B issues - if you say one more fuckin’ word, I’m gonna toss you into the back of the squad car to cool off, and THEN add a few more charges  - are we clear?”

Silence.

“Are we clear?!!”

HISS….   “Yes.”

“Mr. Anderson, if you’d start from the top again please…”

We were bathed in flashing blue lights and a small crowd of on-lookers…

*sigh*  “Officer, I came to Pizzeria Uno, with my co-workers about thirty five minutes ago…and

“That’d make it around 5:45pm?”

“Yeah, yeah – and my girlfriend, hap…”

“Your EX-fucking girlfriend…”

“ZIP IT!!”

“My then girlfriend, now my EX girlfriend happened, uh, knows where we usually go on Fridays, and she stopped in too…to join me… and I honestly, ummmmmmm, told her that I think we should break up, because I’m thinking a lot about someone else. And she got upset.”

“Upset how?”

“She yelled, and screamed, and I moved her outside, here, so that…”

“So that your buddies wouldn’t see me kick your ass you little shit…”

Officer Zolos turned and glared… “One more time missy…”

“Then she hit me.”

“She hit you how?”

“She slapped my face so hard, my nose bled.”

“Because I asked if  he’d fucked her in our bed!!” “

“And I said I made love to her in MY bed…in my condo”

“And that’s when she hit you…?

I nodded.

“YOU   FUCKING  ASSHOLE I bought you those sheets!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

If it wasn’t for Officer Zolos quick move, my balls would have been up my ass... “Lady – back the FUCK off – you’re sooooo looking at an Assault & Battery charge, plus extra levels -- you don’t what the FUCK you’re getting into. Mr. Anderson – do you need more gauze for your nose?”

“No, no, I think it’s stopped” .. my shirt was another story…

“Continue”

“That’s it.. she tried to kick me in the balls, but I moved, and I have remained away from her until you showed up.”

“How many drinks have you had?”

“My first drink is probably still on the freakin’ bar… Go check!!”

“And you lady?”

“I barely got to order…”

“Ma’am, has this man struck you?”

“What??”

“Ma’am – has Mr. Anderson hit you tonight?

“No, no  - the little prick hasn’t had the guts to hit me.”

Officer Zolos put away his pad.

“Mr. Anderson, I commend you on your control, do you wish to press charges?”

I rubbed my blood-clogged-sticky-and-sore nose, and said – “no.”

“Ma’am – go into the restaurant, get your personal gear, and get your ass the hell outta here, if you return tonight I will have you arrested.”

 

“In over 32 years I HAVE NEVER BEEN DUMPED, BY ANYONE -- GUYS FUCKIN’ WORSHIP ME….  YOU ARE SUCHHHH an ASSHOLE….!!!!”

 

LADY - MOVE!

 

Lisa marched into Pizzeria Uno and I shivered waiting for my chance to go back in too.

 

Like any other red-blooded typical male, Officer Zolos looked at her striding away and said “she’s got a fuckin’ great ass.”

 

“YUP – and the rest of her ain’t bad either.”

 

“Yeah, but that temper………you shoulda e-mailed her or texted her on this break-up stuff….”

 

“You think?” Lisa came out of the restaurant, flipped me the bird, got into her car, and sped away.

 

“Just so I got this straight - you told that fuckin’ amazing face, backside, boobs, and legs to get fuckin’ lost?”

 

“Yup.”

 

“Jesus H Christ – I can’t wait to see what you’ve got in the on-deck-circle… Should I get you to Emergency?”

 

“No, I’m okay.”   

 

I went back into the restaurant, my co-workers tried to get me to stay (OR TALK), I waved them off, and put down a $10 bill on a drink not consumed, donned my jacket and departed. Officer Zolos saw me, nodded and pulled away.

 

I called Jess from the car, and her cell went right into voice mail. SHIT  She’s at school – in class…  I went to a liquor store, bought a good-sized bottle of Stoli, and went to her house, sat in my car, and drank out of the bottle; because I’m a proper drunk – I put the bottle in the snow, between sips, so it would chill… I flipped on the radio and listened to the Celtics get creamed by the Magic, and waited some more.

 

She pulled around me at 8:44, honked happily and slid into the garage. She got out of her car, and “skipped” over to me – Oh shit – VODKA – Jim used to hit me when he drank…  I exited the car and went to hug her. She paused – and then hugged back.  In the dim light she finally noticed the blue-hue around my eyes, and dried blood on my dress shirt.

 

‘OH MY GOD – ARE YOU OKAY????”

 

“I told Lisa that I think we should break up.”

 

Jess’ heart ruptured / grew / cracked / clapped / strengthened / broke / swelled all in a fraction of a second – “Let’s get you in the house.”

 

She stripped me of my clothes, put me in a robe, put my blood-stained clothes in a cold-water wash, and poured me another vodka, put the Stoli on the counter next to me and left. I sat in the kitchen looked up at her ceiling and thought whatta a fuckin’ change of events this month has been…

 

In another room Jessica got on the phone, and called her D-M and used a word she always wished to use with Steve Anderson – but NOT in this context…  “Hi Jan…? It’s Jess from the Warwick store, sorry to bother you at this hour…but my boyfriend has been assaulted and battered by his ex – and I need to…” Then she went downstairs and brought a few things upstairs as her guy drank vodka at the counter…  If I could kill that cunt I would…

 

A little later on, Jess came back to the kitchen, and said “what can I do? Ice?”

I nodded.

She got ice and I packed my eyes.

“Anything else?”

Sigh

“Some more vodka and some baby time… Yeah, I’m glad Lisa’s gone – but shit, two years is two years, it still hurts.

*Pause*

What is WITH you…I adore you, you’re freakin’ captivating in what – just about a month??? … So tell me how when I’m with you, my heart rate slows, and I sleep for long periods of time, I wake up wet – but I feel refreshed, sexually thrilled and know I’m HOME… Hell, I wet myself watching ESPN – remember?” 

 

She kissed me softly on the lips. (Adore?? Home?? Oh my GOD!) “I will never-ever-EVER-EVER-hit-you or hurt you.”

I held her with one arm. And somehow – someway – a lady I’d known less than thirty days – I knew was telling me the truth. I put the glass down and gave her a big both-arms-hug.

 “You’ve lost weight.”

She hugged him HARDER… Thank you thank you thank you for noticing!

“I’ve lost nine pounds!”

“Congratulations! Jess – that’s amazing – I think I’ve gained nine pounds from not working out as much – BRAVO!”

 

I broke the embrace, grabbed my glass, and headed for the basement.

“No.”

The good-time-soft-heart-sleep-better-baby results always happen in the basement… “Noooo?”   Please?  I just want to forget this fuckin’ day….it always happens in YOUR basement…

 

“No Steve Anderson – we’re going to OUR bedroom for baby-time, you are not permitted to leave our bed for twelve hours. Deal?”

 

Never drink vodka and make twelve-hour deals….but I nodded, and was led into the master bedroom – where a blue bottle and a red bottle sat, next to one diaper.

I looked at her.

“It’s not the basement..?!”

“You’re right – it’s OUR bedroom. Let’s get you diapered and into bed, you look awful.”

I nodded, I sloppily put the drink on the night-table and minutes later, and was sitting in bed with a T-shirt, and a diaper, gazing at some cooking show on TV.

Jess got completely undressed and slipped on “my” robe, leaving it opened from top to bottom and got into bed, and said “skooch down a little.”

I did, and she got behind me, and leaned up against a pillow-on-the-headboard, spread her legs and said, “rest on me little one.”

I leaned back against full breasts and a plump stomach, and she put her arms around me, and stroked my head, and chest and arms, as my neck snuggled into her cleavage. Jess tilted to her left, and picked up a bottle, held it to my lips and I began to suckle on a very weak Seabreeze. I closed my eyes, and between cooking tips and Jess kissing my neck and shoulders started to doze off from a rough and emotionally draining night.

 

When I started slurping air, Jess kissed me – “do you want another bottle little one?”  I nodded, and the blue bottle with the blue nipple was placed at my lips and the back of my head buried a little deeper into her bosom as I suckled some more, and peed into my diaper, and let my heart rate slow even further.

I don’t know what time it was, but Jess nuzzled me to wake, and whispered “do you want me to change you?”

I thought – felt the warmth and bulkiness down below and said “no”.

She got over on her side of the bed, smiled, nodded and I stretched my legs, sighed as mental darkness descended and Jess wrapped a meaty arm around mine, we spooned and I went deeper into a restful sleep.

 

At 7:55 or so, I awoke with a sore nose, and a headache, and I went to find a mirror to see if one or two black eyes were my reward for speaking to Lisa – instead of e-mailing her… Jessica’s arm tugged at me as I tried to get out of bed  “where are you going?”

“I’m going to the bathroom – for a mirror and ummmmmm, you know.”

“Your ONE piece of business honey, was to rejuvenate, and spend twelve hours in the sack; get back in here; I’ll get you a mirror.”

“Uh Jess….?”

She came back in the room handed me a mirror and pushed/lifted my legs under the covers and back into bed. Two faint black eyes stared back at me….. *groan* A sales rep with black eyes… how do I explain away this one?

 

I farted.

Jess – still looking down at me from my side of the bed, said just one word.

“Push.”

“Jess…………….”

“I love you, and can’t believe that Lisa did that to you, I’m going to love you, care for you – and today, that means even changing poopy diapers. Now hold it for another (look at the clock) three or so hours or push.”

 

I fought with my sphincter muscles for another twenty minutes or so as Jess watched a decorating show.

“Don’t you have to work today?”  Maybe I can get her away from here…?

“Nope – when I saw you last night, I called and got permission to switch with Nancy, so I’m on the clock tomorrow.”

At the forty-seven-minute mark, I pushed my ass off the bed and a semi-thick log eased out, and into my diaper. I was dazed, and now trying to gingerly lie back down so as not to mash it all around.

“Now, doesn’t that feel better?”

I nodded. But with all the sugar-in-the-vodka I was kinda smelly.

“You don’t mind?”

“No – I’m here to take care of you. Now, let’s get you cleaned up, DON’T LEAVE THE BED – you promised – twelve hours.” 

She pulled down the comforter, and a 5’10” man, about 180 pounds – ensconced in a poopy and sagging diaper - looked back up at her; she went downstairs, and then returned carrying baby supplies into the master. Then she threw the tub of wipes and the Johnson Baby Lotion onto the bed, and crawled onto me, and sat on my upper thighs.

She undid two of the three tapes on each side, and looked straight at my eyes, I looked at her breasts and her eyes. The smell of me, and something else was lingering in the air.

“Now, if Stevie is really upset about dumping in his dypee, that he shouldn’t have an erection…should he…?” And with that she pulled the diaper down, and began to wipe my cock and clean it off…”Uh-oh….someone looks pretty happy… Does Stevie like making poopie in his diaper??” 

She looked the whole time at me; I was very-very erect.

I covered my face with a pillow.

Jessica put down the wipe, grabbed the J & J and used two fingers and a thumb of each hand, and stroked at the BASE of my shaft slowly and with a bit of pressure…my foreskin at times caressed the head of my penis, but not a lot…the base was loving stroked in very small steady patterns by lotion-covered fingers…and it felt AWE-SOME…

“Is this taboo Stevie? Playing in a dirty diaper? It’s kinda hot isn’t it…because it’s naughty…good people don’t play in dirty diapers….but we will today, won’t we…? Has your dick ever been this hard…?  Small stroke, small stroke, small stroke   Baby boys love playing in squishy diapers…I bet big boys do too… Let’s see if I can make Stevie cum in a dirty diaper…”

 

I peaked out from under the pillow, and Jessica was just looking at my cock, and my legs as they began to shake… I covered my face again… OH MY GOOOODNESS…. “Jess, Jess, Jess, JESS….!”

Jessica felt his hardness break, and watched as clear liquid turned milky-white, and then darker and darker shades of white-to yellow-sperm surged out of Steve, with each continuing stroke. She bent forward and took a nice swallow… and felt a flush of warmth. When no more liquid was to be had, she got off her boyfriend, retrieved a wash cloth and began to clean him up. Twelve or so minutes later, she had bagged the soiled diaper, re-diapered Steve, kissed him softly as he continued to doze, covered him back up and went downstairs.

 

In the basement she washed her hands, returned the sawhorses and door back into the back basement I’ll uncover that door at another time and brought the rest of the diapers and the pail upstairs and put them in the guest bedroom / office.

 

Lisa is a fuckin’ bitch – but I owe her one – getting the supplies upstairs and him into a soiled diaper was not expected to happen this fast.   She went into the kitchen to make her guy some breakfast while he slept, totally drained of semen.

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There now I can comment, I actually finished the rest. That was a little strange because you posted this at the same time I was posting a comment. 

This is Awesome! I had said earlier that the story coul end there and I would have said it was a great story or that if it continued I could continue reading a great story. I am very pleased to see that it is ongoing. 

Honestly this is a very well written and enjoyable story. Very worthy of a like. Now I can also add that I will be looking forward to reading more. 

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I had to cut-and-paste a few chapters to get it correct...apologies - here are 3 or 4 more chapters... BB

Turn of events…

 

 Ma’am, you are already facing A and B issues - if you say one more fuckin’ word, I’m gonna toss you into the back of the squad car to cool off, and THEN add a few more charges  - are we clear?”

Silence.

“Are we clear?!!”

HISS….   “Yes.”

“Mr. Anderson, if you’d start from the top again please…”

We were bathed in flashing blue lights and a small crowd of on-lookers…

*sigh*  “Officer, I came to Pizzeria Uno, with my co-workers about thirty five minutes ago…and

“That’d make it around 5:45pm?”

“Yeah, yeah – and my girlfriend, hap…”

“Your EX-fucking girlfriend…”

“ZIP IT!!”

“My then girlfriend, now my EX girlfriend happened, uh, knows where we usually go on Fridays, and she stopped in too…to join me… and I honestly, ummmmmmm, told her that I think we should break up, because I’m thinking a lot about someone else. And she got upset.”

“Upset how?”

“She yelled, and screamed, and I moved her outside, here, so that…”

“So that your buddies wouldn’t see me kick your ass you little shit…”

Officer Zolos turned and glared… “One more time missy…”

“Then she hit me.”

“She hit you how?”

“She slapped my face so hard, my nose bled.”

“Because I asked if  he’d fucked her in our bed!!” “

“And I said I made love to her in MY bed…in my condo”

“And that’s when she hit you…?

I nodded.

“YOU   FUCKING  ASSHOLE I bought you those sheets!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

If it wasn’t for Officer Zolos quick move, my balls would have been up my ass... “Lady – back the FUCK off – you’re sooooo looking at an Assault & Battery charge, plus extra levels -- you don’t what the FUCK you’re getting into. Mr. Anderson – do you need more gauze for your nose?”

“No, no, I think it’s stopped” .. my shirt was another story…

“Continue”

“That’s it.. she tried to kick me in the balls, but I moved, and I have remained away from her until you showed up.”

“How many drinks have you had?”

“My first drink is probably still on the freakin’ bar… Go check!!”

“And you lady?”

“I barely got to order…”

“Ma’am, has this man struck you?”

“What??”

“Ma’am – has Mr. Anderson hit you tonight?

“No, no  - the little prick hasn’t had the guts to hit me.”

Officer Zolos put away his pad.

“Mr. Anderson, I commend you on your control, do you wish to press charges?”

I rubbed my blood-clogged-sticky-and-sore nose, and said – “no.”

“Ma’am – go into the restaurant, get your personal gear, and get your ass the hell outta here, if you return tonight I will have you arrested.”

 

“In over 32 years I HAVE NEVER BEEN DUMPED, BY ANYONE -- GUYS FUCKIN’ WORSHIP ME….  YOU ARE SUCHHHH an ASSHOLE….!!!!”

 

LADY - MOVE!

 

Lisa marched into Pizzeria Uno and I shivered waiting for my chance to go back in too.

 

Like any other red-blooded typical male, Officer Zolos looked at her striding away and said “she’s got a fuckin’ great ass.”

 

“YUP – and the rest of her ain’t bad either.”

 

“Yeah, but that temper………you shoulda e-mailed her or texted her on this break-up stuff….”

 

“You think?” Lisa came out of the restaurant, flipped me the bird, got into her car, and sped away.

 

“Just so I got this straight - you told that fuckin’ amazing face, backside, boobs, and legs to get fuckin’ lost?”

 

“Yup.”

 

“Jesus H Christ – I can’t wait to see what you’ve got in the on-deck-circle… Should I get you to Emergency?”

 

“No, I’m okay.”   

 

I went back into the restaurant, my co-workers tried to get me to stay (OR TALK), I waved them off, and put down a $10 bill on a drink not consumed, donned my jacket and departed. Officer Zolos saw me, nodded and pulled away.

 

I called Jess from the car, and her cell went right into voice mail. SHIT  She’s at school – in class…  I went to a liquor store, bought a good-sized bottle of Stoli, and went to her house, sat in my car, and drank out of the bottle; because I’m a proper drunk – I put the bottle in the snow, between sips, so it would chill… I flipped on the radio and listened to the Celtics get creamed by the Magic, and waited some more.

 

She pulled around me at 8:44, honked happily and slid into the garage. She got out of her car, and “skipped” over to me – Oh shit – VODKA – Jim used to hit me when he drank…  I exited the car and went to hug her. She paused – and then hugged back.  In the dim light she finally noticed the blue-hue around my eyes, and dried blood on my dress shirt.

 

‘OH MY GOD – ARE YOU OKAY????”

 

“I told Lisa that I think we should break up.”

 

Jess’ heart ruptured / grew / cracked / clapped / strengthened / broke / swelled all in a fraction of a second – “Let’s get you in the house.”

 

She stripped me of my clothes, put me in a robe, put my blood-stained clothes in a cold-water wash, and poured me another vodka, put the Stoli on the counter next to me and left. I sat in the kitchen looked up at her ceiling and thought whatta a fuckin’ change of events this month has been…

 

In another room Jessica got on the phone, and called her D-M and used a word she always wished to use with Steve Anderson – but NOT in this context…  “Hi Jan…? It’s Jess from the Warwick store, sorry to bother you at this hour…but my boyfriend has been assaulted and battered by his ex – and I need to…” Then she went downstairs and brought a few things upstairs as her guy drank vodka at the counter…  If I could kill that cunt I would…

 

A little later on, Jess came back to the kitchen, and said “what can I do? Ice?”

I nodded.

She got ice and I packed my eyes.

“Anything else?”

Sigh

“Some more vodka and some baby time… Yeah, I’m glad Lisa’s gone – but shit, two years is two years, it still hurts.

*Pause*

What is WITH you…I adore you, you’re freakin’ captivating in what – just about a month??? … So tell me how when I’m with you, my heart rate slows, and I sleep for long periods of time, I wake up wet – but I feel refreshed, sexually thrilled and know I’m HOME… Hell, I wet myself watching ESPN – remember?” 

 

She kissed me softly on the lips. (Adore?? Home?? Oh my GOD!) “I will never-ever-EVER-EVER-hit-you or hurt you.”

I held her with one arm. And somehow – someway – a lady I’d known less than thirty days – I knew was telling me the truth. I put the glass down and gave her a big both-arms-hug.

 “You’ve lost weight.”

She hugged him HARDER… Thank you thank you thank you for noticing!

“I’ve lost nine pounds!”

“Congratulations! Jess – that’s amazing – I think I’ve gained nine pounds from not working out as much – BRAVO!”

 

I broke the embrace, grabbed my glass, and headed for the basement.

“No.”

The good-time-soft-heart-sleep-better-baby results always happen in the basement… “Noooo?”   Please?  I just want to forget this fuckin’ day….it always happens in YOUR basement…

 

“No Steve Anderson – we’re going to OUR bedroom for baby-time, you are not permitted to leave our bed for twelve hours. Deal?”

 

Never drink vodka and make twelve-hour deals….but I nodded, and was led into the master bedroom – where a blue bottle and a red bottle sat, next to one diaper.

I looked at her.

“It’s not the basement..?!”

“You’re right – it’s OUR bedroom. Let’s get you diapered and into bed, you look awful.”

I nodded, I sloppily put the drink on the night-table and minutes later, and was sitting in bed with a T-shirt, and a diaper, gazing at some cooking show on TV.

Jess got completely undressed and slipped on “my” robe, leaving it opened from top to bottom and got into bed, and said “skooch down a little.”

I did, and she got behind me, and leaned up against a pillow-on-the-headboard, spread her legs and said, “rest on me little one.”

I leaned back against full breasts and a plump stomach, and she put her arms around me, and stroked my head, and chest and arms, as my neck snuggled into her cleavage. Jess tilted to her left, and picked up a bottle, held it to my lips and I began to suckle on a very weak Seabreeze. I closed my eyes, and between cooking tips and Jess kissing my neck and shoulders started to doze off from a rough and emotionally draining night.

 

When I started slurping air, Jess kissed me – “do you want another bottle little one?”  I nodded, and the blue bottle with the blue nipple was placed at my lips and the back of my head buried a little deeper into her bosom as I suckled some more, and peed into my diaper, and let my heart rate slow even further.

I don’t know what time it was, but Jess nuzzled me to wake, and whispered “do you want me to change you?”

I thought – felt the warmth and bulkiness down below and said “no”.

She got over on her side of the bed, smiled, nodded and I stretched my legs, sighed as mental darkness descended and Jess wrapped a meaty arm around mine, we spooned and I went deeper into a restful sleep.

 

At 7:55 or so, I awoke with a sore nose, and a headache, and I went to find a mirror to see if one or two black eyes were my reward for speaking to Lisa – instead of e-mailing her… Jessica’s arm tugged at me as I tried to get out of bed  “where are you going?”

“I’m going to the bathroom – for a mirror and ummmmmm, you know.”

“Your ONE piece of business honey, was to rejuvenate, and spend twelve hours in the sack; get back in here; I’ll get you a mirror.”

“Uh Jess….?”

She came back in the room handed me a mirror and pushed/lifted my legs under the covers and back into bed. Two faint black eyes stared back at me….. *groan* A sales rep with black eyes… how do I explain away this one?

 

I farted.

Jess – still looking down at me from my side of the bed, said just one word.

“Push.”

“Jess…………….”

“I love you, and can’t believe that Lisa did that to you, I’m going to love you, care for you – and today, that means even changing poopy diapers. Now hold it for another (look at the clock) three or so hours or push.”

 

I fought with my sphincter muscles for another twenty minutes or so as Jess watched a decorating show.

“Don’t you have to work today?”  Maybe I can get her away from here…?

“Nope – when I saw you last night, I called and got permission to switch with Nancy, so I’m on the clock tomorrow.”

At the forty-seven-minute mark, I pushed my ass off the bed and a semi-thick log eased out, and into my diaper. I was dazed, and now trying to gingerly lie back down so as not to mash it all around.

“Now, doesn’t that feel better?”

I nodded. But with all the sugar-in-the-vodka I was kinda smelly.

“You don’t mind?”

“No – I’m here to take care of you. Now, let’s get you cleaned up, DON’T LEAVE THE BED – you promised – twelve hours.” 

She pulled down the comforter, and a 5’10” man, about 180 pounds – ensconced in a poopy and sagging diaper - looked back up at her; she went downstairs, and then returned carrying baby supplies into the master. Then she threw the tub of wipes and the Johnson Baby Lotion onto the bed, and crawled onto me, and sat on my upper thighs.

She undid two of the three tapes on each side, and looked straight at my eyes, I looked at her breasts and her eyes. The smell of me, and something else was lingering in the air.

“Now, if Stevie is really upset about dumping in his dypee, that he shouldn’t have an erection…should he…?” And with that she pulled the diaper down and began to wipe my cock and clean it off… “Uh-oh…. someone looks pretty happy… Does Stevie like making poopie in his dypee??” 

She looked the whole time at me; I was very-very erect.

I covered my face with a pillow.

Jessica put down the wipe, grabbed the J & J and used two fingers and a thumb of each hand, and stroked at the BASE of my shaft slowly and with a bit of pressure…my foreskin at times caressed the head of my penis, but not a lot…the base was loving stroked in very small steady patterns by lotion-covered fingers…and it felt AWE-SOME…

“Is this taboo Stevie? Playing in a dirty diaper? It’s kinda hot isn’t it…because it’s naughty…good people don’t play in dirty diapers….but we will today, won’t we…? Has your dick ever been this hard…?  Small stroke, small stroke, small stroke   Baby boys love playing in squishy diapers…I bet big boys do too… Let’s see if I can make Stevie cum in a dirty diaper…”

 

I peaked out from under the pillow, and Jessica was just looking at my cock, and my legs as they began to shake… I covered my face again… OH MY GOOOODNESS…. “Jess, Jess, Jess, JESS….!”

Jessica felt his hardness break, and watched as clear liquid turned milky-white, and then darker and darker shades of white-to yellow-sperm surged out of Steve, with each continuing stroke. She bent forward and took a nice swallow… and felt a flush of warmth. When no more liquid was to be had, she got off her boyfriend, retrieved a wash cloth and began to clean him up. Twelve or so minutes later, she had bagged the soiled diaper, re-diapered Steve, kissed him softly as he continued to doze, covered him back up and went downstairs.

 

In the basement she washed her hands, returned the sawhorses and door back into the back basement I’ll uncover that door at another time and brought the rest of the diapers and the pail upstairs and put them in the guest bedroom / office.

 

Lisa is a fuckin’ bitch – but I owe her one – getting the supplies upstairs and him into a soiled diaper was not expected to happen this fast.   She went into the kitchen to make her guy some breakfast while he slept, totally drained of semen.

 

The next day…

 

My two black eyes were not black – more like a purple…but my head and my heart felt better. I stretched, yawned and looked at the clock. It was 7:52, and since it was Sunday, I rolled over to find Jessica, and --- came up empty.

“Jess??”

 

No answer…..DID SHE GO TO WORK ALREADY…?  *Yikes!* I need to be changed!!

 

I got up, pulled my semi-wet diaper up a little tighter around me and paraded around her house looking for my girlfriend.

Girlfriend… Wow – did I just think ‘girlfriend?’

In the kitchen I found a note – Steve – went out for Lox and Bagels and the Pro Jo – be back shortly, LOVE YOU, Jess.

I sighed – and went back to bed; one woman who refused to go down on me (and I was not allowed to do on her) HATES ME – but another lady who will do ANY-THING goes out on her work-day morning to get me bagels, lox and the Providence Journal?  WOW!

 

My bowels creaked.

 

Jessica loved her man, but she also knew a few more walls had to come down, and learning that Steve was pretty damn regular around the eight o’clock hour - she made sure she was not at home to release him out of his diaper – OR – embarrass him by being nearby when he “pushed one out.”  She paid for her items, got her change, and slowly walked to the car humming a happy tune. 

I hopping around the house and held my ass with two hands…looked at the toilet – but my hands weren’t helping me release the diaper… I sighed and at around 8:30, pushed a load into my diaper – then walked around the house, refusing to sit or lie down - until she got home. I put on a robe.

I might have a shitty diaper – but at least I’m properly covered up…

 

“You’re up -- ! Good morning sunshine!” She kissed me and sniffed… “Do you want me to change you?”

“Ummm – yeah, but if you could let me know next time…” Jess nodded, started unloading her groceries and hit something on her phone…

 

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, how I wonder where you are, up above the world so high…like a…

 

“…when you’re going to leave, I could better prepare for your coming home. I am really kinda upset…I had to take a dump in a diaper like a toddler and with what I’ve been through the past twenty-four hours…I rea…”  I was wet and shitty? WARM-wet…as in I just peed? 

 

“You were saying?”

“What?”

“You stopped in mid-sentence.”

“Nothing, nothing…”  When did I pee myself…?? I remember pooping – but...peeing?

“Do you want coffee?”

“Yeah, yeah – I think I’d better.”

 

And with that – I stood at the counter and thumbed through the Sports section, and wondered when did I wet myself???? Which is pretty fuckin’ funny since I certainly remember crapping in my pants…

 

Jess came over to my side rubbed my arm and said “I love you,” tilted her head up, gazed at me with gorgeous green eyes, and kissed me. Her lips were soft, and tender. I bent down and enjoyed them.

She pushed against me, and Jessica’s groin ground my bulge in front, and then her hands found a bulge in back, she patted the log in back and spread my mess around a bit…. then put her tongue in my mouth and I sucked on it.

 

At 9:45 I was fed, cleaned up, read the news and in a damp-but-not-soiled diaper. Jess was ready for work and kissed me softly and forcefully….all at the same time.

 

“I won’t be back til 6:30, do you want me to get you out your diaper now?”

I thought… nine hours is a long time – and I’ve got a radio event to get to… “Uhhh..”

“Do you want to come back tonight?”

“I think I’d better go to my place…and get my… HEY, why don’t you come over to MY place tonight?”

“Should I bring baby supplies?”

 

Nod.

 

“Okay – I’ll see you around 7:15 and I expect dinner to be made or purchased…agreed? Do you want me to release you?” and she slid a seductive hand up and around my cock and balls…

I groaned – and thinking again with the little head, and not the proper one – departed with my Friday-night work pants barely containing an adult diaper.

 

Jess got an overnight bag, put clothes, make-up, her school stuff, and Stevie’s supplies in it, (including his size 38 jeans) – and noticed the diapers were running out and thought… Mr. Anderson – you’ve got another bridge to cross…

 

I got home, got the mail, paid the bills, watered the plants, got out a frozen steak and set on the counter with some Balsamic marinade, changed into my largest pair of pants, got on a station denim shirt, and station logo-jacked and got to the Providence Hyundai dealership for a two-hour in-store that went well as February is President’s Month. I ran around and got items for the personality hosting the event, made eye-contact with client, who wanted to know who clocked me, and for what – and got the jock his appearance fee and the phone rang.

 

It was Jessica.

 

“Hey there kiddo…”

 

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, how I wonder where you are, up above the world so high. like a…

 

is everything alright?”

 

“I just wanted to say I love you, my co-workers have all commented that I can’t stop smiling!”

“See you tonight!”  Broke the connection, put away the phone, and realized that my diaper was pretty wet. Looked around, and it hit me – no one notices and no one cares.

 

I was thrilled – I was warm, happy and working – it CAN all happen together!!

 

On the way home from the event, I stopped at Wal-Mart and bought two pairs of size 38 pants – one dress, one jean, and smiled as I paid the cashier. I’ve got two pairs of diaper pants..!

 

Later that night, after Jess had changed me out of a droopy diaper I served her a London Broil cut on the slant, green beans, some pineapple, and a Stoli; she got out her computer and walked me through how to order my own diapers on line.

 

And a onesie.

 

We made love in OUR bed, and it was fucking fantastic – and proving that she was NOTHING like Lisa, she urged me to go down on her….so I visited her lower regions, slid over her still-plump stomach, and licked my very recent and warm DNA out of her, and the sent Jess on her way to a marvelous orgasm.

 

We spooned and she patted my padded posterior….As her warmth and the wonderful sexual release soothed me to sleep – one thought kept popping up into my brain… Will my diapers and my onesie get here soon?

Monday morning I woke up early; Jessica released me from my diaper, and I got into my gym stuff and my dress clothes and went to work; it was cold, so I brought my London Fog as well. Jess promised to lock up, and re-set the alarm.

 

At noon, my phone rang, “can you come on over to the store?” I said “sure, but not for a while” and arrived at Marshall’s about 2:40-ish, and went to the service desk.

Her name tag said “Susan.”

“Oh you’re the new boyfriend…! We’ve been hearing all about you…!”

*GROAN*  “Nothing embarrassing right….?”

Like being jerked off in a soiled diaper, or anything to do with a butt-plug?

 

“I’m sorry to hear about your run-in with your ex…Miss Redenbacher is in her office.”

When I got to Jess’ office – we did not go for coffee or talk about advertising like we had just a short time ago.  This time Jess stood behind me and used her right hand to softly caress just the head of my cock and fondled my scrotum and rosebud with her left as I leaned over her desk and aimed for an unfolded diaper……once I came, Jess licked some of the ejaculate – and got another warm flush in her cheeks - put me into that sticky diaper and a few moments later, in a dream-like state, I waddled out of the store happy that I had my overcoat.

I have two words – “Porn stash”

Jessica was being a very good “guest” and cleaning “their” condo when her right hand tucked in the new sheets and caught the very handle of a plastic bag under the mattress.

*Strange…*

She pulled out the bag and it drooped a bit. Her nose told her what it was before her eyes could make it out thru the darkened plastic… A wet diaper? She smiled and remembered how Stevie got himself into four wet and stinky diapers by just “following his nose” and had to be rescued by her midnight visit…

She said out loud in the quiet house: “Wait a minute – this diaper isn’t heavy enough…” And extracted the wet dype – and noticed that it was indeed a wet diaper – but a rather small Huggies brand. She held the diaper by the plastic end, and it drooped and extended, and she noticed those tell-tale yellow stains against the wet yellow padding – and grinned but also grimaced…

 

Those DVD’s certainly have woven their magic…but…I ask him to do two freakin’ things – TWO – Number one is diaper play is with ME and me alone…and number two is don’t lie to me…let’s see what he’s going to do…tonight…

 

 

She put the Huggies back, completed her cleaning, got her Marshall’s keys and name-tag, and headed off for the late shift.

I got home a little while later, closed the living room drapes, when upstairs into the guest room / office, looked at my stack of adult diapers, changed into one, put on my onesie, went downstairs and grabbed a Miller Lite, and then went back upstairs and got out the Huggies and laid it on my chest and breathed in the ammonia aroma.

 

After a bit, I put it back, looked at my erection, smiled, and went back downstairs to prepare the pork chops, and dinner. Jessica would be hungry and mentally drained when she got back due to work and school (final senior exams were coming up soon). At 8:50p, she unlocked the door, and strode in; she looked good, and we kissed.

“How goes the Saturday evening fiasco…and cat fights?”

“No, the mall-cops kept a lid on it this week. Can you get me a beer?”

“Sure.”

Like pulling off a band-aid – let’s do this quickly

“Steve, I found a wet Huggies diaper under our bed this afternoon, can you explain that?”

I kept staring into the open fridge as if there were gold nuggets and naked women inside… do not turn around, do not turn around…think, think, think… “A wet Huggie, really?”

“Yeah – I was surprised too – even your erect cock is almost bigger than that little guy, and you’re a big adult-diaper-wearin’-kinda-dude… So where’d you get it and why is it under… OH FOR GOD SAKES…”

And I felt her stride across the kitchen, I braced for a *slap* - felt none, as she grabbed a beer bottle over my right shoulder, unscrewed the top, and flipped it into the open trash can.

 

“I’m waiting for an answer.”

F - - K… next time throw it away asshole…I straightened back up, closed the fridge and looked meekly back – even Lisa had looked more “gentle” outside at the Pizzeria Uno…

“I got it out of the nursery after church last Saturday night, and wore it under my clothes on the way home, when I changed, I didn’t want you to see it in the trash, so I hid it…..and unfortunately forgot about it. I’m sorry – it won’t happen again.”

 

“You got a plastic grocery bag from the sleeve here in the kitchen, and snuck that upstairs, instead of sneaking the infant-sized diaper down? Your sticking with that story?”

I nodded.

“Okay – you broke one rule – diaper play is between US. Let’s go for double or nothing, shall we??   Did you masturbate in the diaper?”

“NO.”

Jessica smiled, and Steve felt immediate relief. He went over and hugged her, and she patted his padding, and hugged back.

“I’ll go throw away the diaper.”

“Please – and honey – three strikes and you’re in trouble.”

I nodded and smiled, and Jess swore under her breath, guzzled her beer and made nicey-nice the entire night; in fact she played Mary Had a Little Lamb a few times for her big guy, and spiked his baby bottles with good lacing of Stoli, and sure enough he fell asleep/passed out in the living room.

I HOPE YOU HAVE A WHOPPER OF A HEADACHE… LIE, TO ME, first the porn-stash and now this?

 

Sunday lazily arrived and it felt like spring was right around the corner……and I was covered up with a blanket on the Lazy-Boy. My neck hurt from the odd sleeping angle, and I also had a case of blue-balls; my diaper was kinda soggy, but the onesie was dry except for the very edge on the right side.

“Honey? Jess?” 

I made my way upstairs.  Our bedroom was immaculate – clear that no one had slept there last night. Was she still angry – and slept in the guest room? Fallen asleep studying??

Both answers were a resounding NO. My head hurt (3 beers?? Are you kidding me?), and my bowels were kinda pushy, and panic was beginning to well up a bit. I sat down HARD on the floor, and that sorta pushed the shit back up my colon a bit.

I burped and then farted.

Pork chops, applesauce and corn…great…

The phone rang.

I refused to move.

Then my cell rang – so I got up and the bowel muscles kept wanting to push – I pushed back…and clenched my butt-cheeks as tight as possible, crouched down the stairs, got to my phone just as it went into voice mail.

The ID said – Jess.

I sat down on the kitchen floor and went it went “brnnnnnnggg” signifying a message was recorded. I keyed in my pass-code and brought the phone to my ear to listen to her message… Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, How I wonder where you are…up above the world so high, like a…

Great a crank call from a girlfriend.

“Hello? Jess? Look, I’m sorry…” – and as I held the phone I felt more and more warmth…and my crotch was soaked….finally I said it, and then did it – and was “rewarded with a load in my droopy dype. .

*S - - T*

Very good choice of words Mr. Anderson… I put the phone down and vowed to not sit down until Jessica got home from work or the library. And I did damn-freakin’ well too… I ate on my feet, worked on a sales power-point presentation with my lap-top balanced on the small divider / cut out between the living room and kitchen; I watched a Sox game on my feet (and on my knees – leaning my tired headache-head on one arm of the Lazy Boy), and by 4p was beginning to drag.

More pee drained/dribbled out of me, and clearly both sides of the onesie were pretty damp; still the log in my diaper was still mostly that -- a LOG – yes - softened from 98.6-degree urine – but not smashed by 180-pound man sitting down…

I felt bad – why did I keep that wet baby diaper around? Way back in the inner recesses of my mind I was beginning to realize she was pissed by the masturbation in the diaper – but didn’t I clean it off really well? Yellow aged urine covered up scooped off cum – didn’t it? She didn’t really notice did she?

I was on my second Stoli, and first MAJOR piss, when I said “fuck this” out loud in the empty room and sat down on a dining room chair and felt the log easily break / smear and slide all over my backside; it really didn’t feel too good – but my penis surged a bit.

Hungry, but not wanting to eat too much - I cooked just one frozen hamburger on the grille – grateful that my outdoor patio had enough natural spring-bloom screening and enough darkness that my B-I-G butt was not easily seen in very-tight sweatpants. I was NOT going to ruin my size 38’s….

*sigh*

By nine o’clock I realized she was pissed off, and so I tried to call her and her phone went right into voice mail. I climbed the stairs – slowly -- with a mix of turd in my diaper and Stoli in my blood, got my gym stuff ready, set the alarm then got a towel and lay down on it in bed.

 

Tomorrow’s Monday – she’ll be here then.

Wrong-o stinky butt…

The alarm rang at 4:45a, signifying the start of another work week, and I knew right away Jess wasn’t in the condo. I recognized the line-in-the-sand, and got up outta bed, put the towel on the floor underneath me and did my best to pee-stop-pee-stop-pee-stop-pee-stop to allow the very sodden diaper to absorb something. It held most, but “groaned” under the weight. If it wasn’t for the onesie…and the tight sweatpants…

 

By 8am the usual game of here-comes-the-poop was doing its merry thing, and even though I ate hardly anything yesterday, soon a semi-slushy snake joined its cousin in the back/bottom of my diaper and now I had to waddle around with TWO days’ worth of excrement around my balls.

 

I wasn’t going to work that’s for sure – but I still COULD work…so I booted up the lap-top, sipped some water; and again worked standing up with one semi-firm log resting on a mish-mash of more crap all encased in about seven pounds of urine-soaked-padding weighing me down.

 

My cell phone rang.

The ID said Jess.

“Yeah?”

“Are you in the car?”

“Oh sure, I’m on the way to Fredrickson’s GMC-Buick right now to discuss his end-of-month blow-out sale, do you want me to meet me for lunch?”

Silence

“Jess, c’mon don’t even begin to tell me you’re angry – I’m the one with…”

 

“You’re the one with what Steve? The one with a girlfriend who has made you cum every way possible? Who has lovingly cleaned up both pee and feces off your body? Who has cooked for you, cleaned for you, made love to you, and has done anything you asked and A-D-O-R-E-D every fuckin’ minute of it... and what, what were the two things I asked of you?

“Diaper play is between us alone, and” ( I tried to be cute – maybe that would work…???) “don’t ever lie to mommy.”

“I am not your mommy. I am your lover and hopefully your best friend; and maybe something better…! Now listen up Steve I-like-to-lie Anderson – this is your last freakin’ chance… I will come release you sometime on Tuesday…”

Tomorrow…???? Oh Jesus H…

“If the diaper finally breaks – and you even THINK about stepping out of it – you and I are finished. UNDERSTAND?????    Suck it up liar-man…time to PAY THE PIPER FOR LYING TO SOMEONE WHO LOVES YOU !!”

 

And the line went dead.

 

 I did the best I could for the rest of the day; I waddled / dragged my butt around the condo, and peed as little as I could but I knew the “jig” was up… So I got my small step-stool, my computer and cord, a pillow off my bed, my case of water out of my “vacuum” closet, my protein bars out of my closet/gym stuff, and SAT my squishy-squishy-diaper-rash-covered-pound-of-shit-covered ass / onesie / sweatpants in the bathtub, and called it a surrender.

 

I did everything I could to be comfortable, and watch Hulu on the computer or anything else to pass the early-evening-time…but… I dozed, re-awoke, worked, dozed, and watched, all the time leaking BROWN-PISS DOWN MY LEGS and down the drain.  My onesie was fuckin’ toast and the sweatpants were NOT covered in sweat.. It was a long freaking night, and the night did not pass quickly. I threw empty water bottles on the bathroom floor, and I chewed on protein bars enough to keep my body functioning.  The diaper gave way sometime during the night and everything went everywhere, and I was a retched mass of urine and shit. And I was sitting in it. The diaper rash was HORRIBLE and I’d like to say I had an erection and jerked off – but it was no where near close, and between itches, pain, and guilt – horniness – was no where on the radar screen.

 

NO MORE LYING, NO MORE LYING, NO MORE LYING..

 

At some point – I stirred awake and Jess was looking down on me and smirking.

 

“Very clever. In some minor way I’m proud of you – you protected your rented condo and didn’t violate my directions… BUT YOU REEK…” And she put her pocketbook on the counter.

“What time is it?”

“6:58 am… What have you learned Dorothy?”

“To never-never-never-EVER-lie to my best friend and lover.”

She kissed the top of my head and said – “wait here.” I heard her go downstairs and come up a few seconds later… Your sweatpants and……….” (pause…as she cut with the scissors…) “are toast… so I’m cutting them off of you. By the way you were drinking vodka weren’t you…?”

 

I nodded. “Wouldn’t you?”

 

“You stink to high-heaven…with all that sugar coming out of you. Now go lift yourself off this fetid mess and get into the shower – if there is shit hanging off of you, try to let it deposit down the shower, and not on the bathroom floor…”

 

A semi-huge sucking sound was heard as my bottom finally released from a large brown smelly pool of “me” – and a very red droopy penis, and red/brown scrotum all urged me to get into the shower and turn on the water. I washed as best as I could, the water made my skin burn some more…but when I got out of the shower, Jess dried me off, and I put on a very loose pair of boxers and a t-shirt..

 

She handed me the dustpan and the trash bucket and said – you’ve got some cleaning up to do – and I stared at a VERY GROSS brown onesie and ruined sweatpants and a mass of crap sitting on a broken-taped diaper. I bent down and began to scoop the offensive items/smells/waster out of the tub, and put them in the trash can, and continue til enough was gone that I could wash the urine and brown paste down the drain.

 

Jess brought in a can of Red Bull and the Comet and a sponge and I got to work. The Red Bull had a minor Stoli kick in it – and the Comet started to do its work – but it took a while. By the time I got the bathroom cleaned, the window was W-I-D-E open due to the stench of the trash can, and the scent of that much Comet cleanser. I wanted to go to sleep, the vodka had relaxed me VERY little, but mostly it was the thankful relief that these long-long (shitty) days were over – BUT it was a workday, and it was now close to 8:30a.

 

I took another shower, to rinse off the smell of me, the cleaning the smell of me, and oh-yeah, the Comet. At almost 9am, I came out of the bathroom shaved, clean and with the full trash can.

 

“I called you in sick.”

“You WHAT? I haven’t called in sick in – uhhhhh, well over a decade!”

“That’s why everybody believes it – you worked from home yesterday – and today you called in sick. Frank even said to me – “Jess make him well – and keep him the hell out of here!”

 

“I love you.”

 

“I love you too.. “ and a tear started to well up, and roll down her right cheek.. “then why do you lie to me??  ME??

 

I hugged her so tightly!!


“It will NOT happen again….. Jess… I love you, and don’t take this wrong – but I’m going to bed, I am fuckin’ beat.”

“Please do go to bed – but empty your smelly trash can first…”

I strode outside – and dumped the smelly mess – hoping no one would walk by for days…

Re-entered the condo, put in a new liner in the can, and went back upstairs, and stripped off my clothes, threw them on the edge of the bed, got into a clean bed with a burning case of diaper rash and dozed in a semi-comatose Red Bull state, when cool hands and rich diaper rash cream was covering some very painful areas…and trying to stroke my cock too…

 

“Jess, God Bless you for the diaper rash cream, but I don’t think…

 

BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ, and a purple prostate loving plug was in her right hand, and I sighed, smiled, rolled over and lifted my ass, and ignored the small tweak of pain as its slippery head went by my diaper-rashed-rosedbud, and lovingly stretched inside of me and vibrated…and vibrated, and vibrated and clear liquid began to ooze and then Jess picked up her pace and began to fuck me with the vibrating plug.. and when I was all set to yell, she put her left hand around my self-made slippery shaft and pumped.

“Who’s fucking you?”

“You are!!!”

“Who adores you?”

(PANT) “You do.”

“Will I ever hurt you?”

“NO!”

“Will I ever lie to you?”

‘NOOOOOOOO”

“Then cum in my hand – NOW….” And she shoved the prostate dildo in, and twisted and her left stroked and slid – and I did as she commanded.

 

The Red Bull may have helped the erection and ‘missile shot” – but it didn’t keep me awake…as I started to doze off again, with a foolish grin… I yelled out to Jess cleaning off the toy in the bathroom…

“Jess…? Can we do two-day diaper games some weekend?”

Stevie loves his squishy diapers… She let the plug dry by the side of the sink, and felt her hand tingle where the semen had coated it, and been absorbed. She smiled and looked at her reflection glad to see that the eyes that looked back were a bit darker than hazel.

 

The Parents

“Your parents are flying into Providence…?!  When??”

“Friday.”

“THIS Friday?”

She nodded…

“Why??”

“They want to meet the new guy in my life.”

“Why didn’t you give me some more warning than barely two days?”

“They just told me – about an hour ago, I tried you on the cell, but you were talking to someone.”

I looked at her – and stared – “It’s WEDNESDAY EVENING - who the hell buys tickets at the last minute these days?”

“Daddy.”

And I knew right then, right there – that “Daddy” was not to be messed with...

On Friday evening, Jess met her parents at T.F. Green International Airport, and I did what normal boyfriends-who-love-their-girlfriends-do after work… I packed every adult diaper, every bottle, every baby shampoo, every Desitin, every cream and every baby thing I could find in her house, and trekked it out to my car and drove it to my place and balled it up in a small blanket and put into a cleanED diaper pail, and put into my locked (outdoor) storage bin on my patio, and thanked the GOOD LORD it was getting warm.

On Saturday – after a day of a radio-remote, and helping at a church car-wash, I arrived at her house around 6 or so… I was (hoping to look sharp) in a white shirt, blue blazer, nice tan slacks that-hugged-my-UN-diapered-ass, plus shined loafers, a cross around my neck (not visible thru open collar), and a smile on my lips.

I parked on the street, because a Land Rover with Rhode Island tags was in the driveway. 

They rent Land Rovers at Green…??????

 

I went to the door and knocked and the door opened and Jess kissed me softly, and sipped her wine.  YOU are drinking at the door………….Oooooooooooooooh boy….what do I do when I get inside – shoot heroin?

“Ready?”

I rolled my neck, breathed in and OUT slowly, and said – “let’s do it.”

 

I walked in, and there they were. David and Robyn. David stood near the kitchen slider, and Robyn was curled into a kitchen chair at the counter.

 

I walked over to them, and David put out his meaty hand and said – “hello, I’ve heard a lot about you Steve.” And squeezed a little harder than social etiquette required…

 

I don’t have ‘Gaydar’.…My mother thought I was autistic for a few years because I missed social cues – but there was no mistaking this…  David was power and David was pissed.   He was all of 5’6” tall, but he was taller than the freakin’ room. He was Napoleon-complex, he wearing a million dollar suit, was radiating energy and you could tell he was s-t-r-o-n-g. Did I mention pissed…???

 

I looked down on him from my 5’10” perch, used my best radio voice and said – “nice to meet you too sir.”

Robyn slipped out of the chair and said “we’re sooooooo happy to finally meet you; you’ve made our Jessie soooooooooo happy; and shook my hand and bent her cheek, and I kissed it.

 

Mrs. Redenbacher was still gorgeous – you could see where Jess got her green eyes and brown hair..and yeah, her rack.

I looked away.

When she stood she was maybe an inch or less above me – her shoes gave her a bit of a lift. Make that very EXPENSIVE shoes gave her a bit of a lift.

Her – I couldn’t get a read on – but him……. Oh shit

“Hon – you want a drink?”  

Hon?? When was the last time Jess called me Hon…? Got a diaper HON… that’s what I could use – fuck the drink… I think I’m gonna shit my pants…who is this lunatic you call a father…the second coming of Joe Pesci in Goodfellas…???

 

“Yeah, yeah, I’d love a drink… I think…”

“You’d LOVE a drink? The Asshole used to love a drink and THEN beat my baby girl up…a couple dozen times, wanna re-think your answer STEVIE?”

“Daddy…”

“David…he didn’t…”

“Sir – I’m sorry for my phraseology – my parents were, ummm, are both alcoholics and I raised them from age 13 til I moved out at age 18 – so I have tendencies myself… but right now, I’m really nervous, am walking on eggshells, am meeting Jess’ parents for the first time - and yes I’d LOVE a drink…”

 

Jess brought me a Stoli, I swallowed a nice GULP - and I think – just think, I got an “okay nod” from her dad.

I don’t know if it was he approved of my choice of vodka or of my answer – but who the fuck cared…

“Thank you very much for taking us to the Providence Yacht Club, Jess has….”

“He may be taking us – but you know I’ll be paying the check – so thank me too Ro.”

Ro?! That didn’t fit..

Robyn continued … while smoothing David’s shoulders… “Jess has raved about it, and I’m sure it’ll be wonderful…won’t it darling?”

And on the “darling” she dug her hands really tight into his collarbone, and for a second the big guy winced.

GOOD! YAY for MRS. REDENBACHER!!!!!!!!!

“Yeah – it’ll be just ducky…”

I finished the small pour given to me – (glared at Jess) - and said “Let’s get going our table is for 7:15.”

We of course had to take the Land Rover, and I pointed/directed David to the Providence Yacht Club Restaurant…which was situated on a “parked” boat on the harbor.

I hate boats – as a John Pinette the Boston-born comedian once said – “the only boats I’ll go are the ones that have three buffet meals a day and a bartender named Isaac…now that’s a boat…”  but – the nice thing about having a social membership (only $300 a year) to the PYC is that you can give the membership card to your good clients and they instantly become better clients….We got a good table, overlooking the floodlight-lit water, and then I REALLY noticed how much power Jess’ dad was putting off.

 

1.      The waitress came to HIM first…..and she, QUITE embarrassed – had to come to me for the membership card number…

2.      The sommelier went to HIM first, and David pointed a meaty finger at me, and the same thing happened all over again.

 

At that point, I got up used the bathroom and then made my way to the hostess desk….asked a favor – handed her my PYC card, and signed away. I got back to the table and Mrs. Redenbacher was in full action – she was chatting, she was making conversation, she was including everyone – even me when I sat back down, and no one felt bad, or uncomfortable, and it was kinda nice….. and then I realized something – smiled – and kept eating.

Robyn caught the smile – paused – and kept up the wonderful dialogue.

 Unfortunately, my going-to-the-hostess-station-actions really didn’t really help… because…

3.      The GENERAL MANAGER came over to HIM during dinner and asked “how is everything sir?” and – too late – he realized David wasn’t the guy who came in with the PYC card and went to the hostess station and in apologies “comped us” a round of after-dinner drinks…

 

At that point – as they cleared the dishes and before coffee and Baileys the ladies excused themselves….to powder their noses… No to discuss funeral arrangements for a freakin’ radio rep… Death of a Salesman – the modern version…

“So, Steve, my wife tells me you love our daughter?”

*Groan*   Yes, sir – your wife reports correctly.”

“Really, not keeping Jess on the side?”

“On the side of whom sir?

“Lisa.”

W-T-F???????????????????????????????????????????????

“What did you just say?”

David took a sip of his whiskey, and repeated – “not still dicking Lisa and keeping our girl on the side?”

I stood upSIR, I DON’T KNOW WHERE… the room around me got a bit quiet and David just looked up at me…and then I realized…I’d better sit the fuck down or this guy is going to fucking kill me…

“SIR – do I have permission to sit down – slowly – with my hands at my side -  without you hitting me?”

*Grin*  “Stevie – that’s the first fuckin’ thing you’ve done right all night…have a seat big guy.”

“Sir – I don’t know where you know that name from, or what you think is going on, but I have not seen or heard from Lisa since she bloodied my nose in front of a very busy Providence restaurant.”

David sipped more whiskey….  

WHERE WERE THOSE LADIES…. ???? HELP……… For the love of God I went to church today and washed cars for charity – any help – anywhere?.

“Three nights ago, my wife asked Jess what you looked like, and Jess scanned and e-mailed the Sandals picture of you two and, the “you two” wasn’t my daughter and you - it was you and a very VERY good looking blonde – and being a red-blooded-guy-and-all – couldn’t figure out why you threw that overboard for our Jess… So come clean and tell me what you’re after?”

“Jess has the photo???????????????”

David’s turn to pause…  ‘bout freakin’ time…

“You didn’t give it to her????”

“I THREW IT OUT THE NIGHT LISA BEAT ME UP.”  Oh shit – damn, damn, damn…why she dig it out of the trash..???

*Grin*  “That itty-bitty-thing beat you up?”

“SIR – if you doubt what I’m about to say – check with the Providence Police – okay…???????!!! They have a written record by an Officer Zolos, who commended me on “my control for not striking Lisa” while I dodged-and-weaved around various physical shots from her… What do you mean Jess has the photo?”

 

“I guess she kept it as a trophy piece – you must be one hell of a catch Steve – but for the life of me I can’t figure out why. You’re okay looking, you’re polite, and you’re a lotta things I guess – but you’re a salesman, and you drive – a what – a fuckin’ Nissan? You’re not exactly a multi-millionaire – but there you are dumpin’ a VERY nice piece of ass - as I can see – for my Jess……… now, what gives? What are you after?”

She scanned it to you three nights ago? No wonder you bought the tickets so fast…

The ladies returned – and Robyn must has sensed something was wrong because she looked at me – and GLARED at her husband…we made small talk, laughed, shared Jess’ baby stories – Jess pinched my arm and smiled and finally David looked around for the waitress, got out his billfold and looked for the upcoming check…

FUCK YOU ASSHOLE  “Sir, we can go anytime you’re ready – the check has been taken care of… “

Robyn’s head – also looking for our waitress - swiveled around and a small smile escaped until she capped it – Jess giggled into her Baileys/coffee – and David just stared. I stared back.

David one, Steve one…your serve big guy…

David flinched.

David nodded.

David said “Really? – Okay thanks.”

“Thank you for being OUR guests Mr. and Mrs. Redenbacher, let me get your coats.”

I drove the Land Rover home – and Jess gripped my hand so very tightly and in the light of the passing vehicles and street lamps mouthed-the-words “thank you.”

It was around 9:45 – not too late, but not too early……… For the Redenbacher’s it was not too late…

Robyn tugged at my sleeve, and said – “I want to talk to you, can you join me please?” She led down to the basement, I followed.  Yeah – like I had any choice… can I just get a diaper and a bottle FOR THE LOVE OF GOD…???

We came down the stairs and Robyn around the Lazy Boy and stood, I went around her, and the Lazy Boy AND snaked in between the coffee table and sat on Jess’ new sofa, and…the plastic cover groaned… and then I realized she wasn’t sitting and I stood up.

 

The room was filled with sexual tension. I don’t know how I missed it at dinner but this lady was SEX. She was champagne toasts, and silk sheets…soft kisses, and hard thrusts. She was wild times or beautiful emotional coupling – and it was all rampant.

I moved to the other side of the coffee table – putting one more thing between me and Robyn. She tilted her head, Jess does that same move…‘do you like to drink out of a glass or out of a (beer) bottle..’ and then positioned her body behind the Lazy Boy and semi-leaned on it.

“What’s with you Mr. Steve Anderson?”

“Look, Mrs. Reden…”

“Robyn.”

“Robyn – I was already questioned, drawn and quartered by your husband – what you wish to know?”

“Our daughter seems to adore you – and I want to know why?”

“We passed notes at the zoo – and then it was one thing after another.”

She grinned – and nodded her head as in “touché.”

“How did you meet Jess?”

“She asked for me in a radio-sales call in.”

“She asked for you specifically?”

Yeah – what am I chopped liver….??  “Yes, she told my sales manager that she wanted me to call on her.”

“How long after you met Jess – did you have sex with her?”

“Mrs. Red…”

“Robyn.”

“Ummmmmmmmm” don’t’ count the orgasms in your underwear – maybe start with the wet pinned up towel and coming toward / near her mouth.. “Who are you?”

For once she paused. “I’m her mother.”

“I know that – Mrs. R………Robyn, but I’m a salesman, I read people all day long, and up until seven minutes or so ago – you were just a great hostess – and now…”

“And now – what?”

“And now there is a sexual sizzle in every corner of this basement…every man and woman on this planet has felt it at one time or another – as a salesman, I feel it from time to time too – coming into a new office – be it a receptionist, the client or even a person in an elevator. But lady – you’re buzzing with it.”

 

I SWEAR she *wiggled* without moving a muscle – how did she do that…? Those gorgeous green/hazel eyes were softer now – but no less probing – “Mr. Anderson – I asked you a question.”

I was awash in pheromones – this lady was toxic… “How soon did I make love to her or how soon did I climax…?”  Half my brain was like – you said this to her mother … ??

Oh – he’s a smart one… Good for Jess… “How soon did you climax after you first met my daughter?”

“About 36 hours.”

“How was it?”

“You want me to tell her mother how my first climax was with her daughter??”

She *wiggled* again. “And that’s how Jess and you got closer?”

“Yeah.”

“Ro? Are you down there?”

“Yes darling,” she yelled up the stairs,  “Steve and I are chatting  -- it’s okay.”

 

Ro? There it is again…

 

She smiled and tilted and tingles went through the room… “What? What is it… That’s the third time you’ve done that tonight.”

“Done what?”

“Smiled and – I don’t know – smiled at me, like you’ve got a secret.”

“Ro doesn’t seem to go – it’s wrong.”

“IT’S WRONG????????” At that inflection I took a step back and put my hands way-WAY out wide to say “no mas” and she just bore into me… What do you mean - IT’S WRONG -  her eyes seemed to say…

I TALKED SOOO FREAKIN’ FAST…LADY DON’T CALL YOUR HUBBY…

“I love voices – I love accents; I could sit on the subway and listen all day; I have been a radio DJ and was one for quite a while – I frankly love the human voice. However - now I’m a salesman, and my job has evolved – it is now about solving body cues, facial tics and anything to help me understand a new client’s feelings and buying patterns. So I’ve got both “tics” now inside my brain…David just yelled downstairs and said “Ro” – the same thing he said at the Yacht Club; there I barely registered it, because Dave wanted to slice my nuts off – or thinking maybe I heard him wrong. But a few seconds ago I heard it correctly – so I noticed it, reacted to it and filed it away.”

 

“Filed it away – for what?”

“Just to figure out – it’s what I do, because it means something. You see, Ro was a term of affection – but typically he should have called you Robbie, or Rob, or Robinski, or Muffin, or Honey  - or any other word you wish to insert… But “Ro” doesn’t fit – and yet you reacted to it – warmly - because he called it out. So I file it away, and keep pondering ‘RO’ until I understand it.”

“David – can you come down here for a minute??”

OH SHIT…

I moved a step back from the coffee table and thus moved one step toward the now-finished bathroom… I’m in good, correct that – very good aerobic shape and could out run this bunch to the bathroom and lock that new door….

David came down the steps, moved around his wife and straddled her right side – the side closest to me.

I grinned again, and Jess stopped part-way down the stairs and must have taken it all in…

“That’s the latest of what – three or four grins tonight – Steve – what am I missing Mr. Anderson?”

He’s laughing at you??????”

I took another B-I-G step back…

“DADDY…!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Everyone froze – and Robyn calmed the situation down some more.

“David, how many times did you call me ‘Ro’ in front of Jim?”

THE ASSHOLE? How the fuck do I know – three or four dozen, why?”

“Steve just picked up on it, you’ve said it a total of two times.”

All three Redenbachers turned to look at me and stared…

“Okay, so he’s not THE ASSHOLE – I still wish I could….”

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…. Steve – tell us again what you just said to me…”

 

I explained again.

“So what’s that mean?”

Right now I wished for the return of that sexual tension – but right now – in Jess’ basement there was only TENSION…  “It signifies that ‘Ro’ means something to you two – something special – but I don’t know what – so like I said – I’ll file it away until I solve it. ‘Ro” could be Row-Row-Row Your Boat from a great sing-a-long date, it could be Rowes Wharf in Boston where you consummated, it could stand for Random Operate – but someday I’ll figure it out.”

 

SHE GRINNED – PERFECT TEETH, and SMILE and LIPS, and BOY DID MY HEART SWIM…WHO WAS THIS WOMAN….WOW…  “Hello, I’m Robyn Orr Redenbacher.”

 

I swayed for a few seconds – and then grinned back – “Robyn Orr – Ro – his name for you while you were dating.”

 

“Everyone want to come upstairs? I’ve got coffee…and Baileys and…”

“Not yet Jess…”

Oh SHIT – MOM WANTS TO KEEP GOING…?

Okay… “You don’t act like a “Robin” – is it Robin with an “i” or Robyn with a “y?”

Full watt smile – “with a ‘y.’  You’re good. Jess, I like him.”

“I do too Mom…”

I thought it would end here – and we go sing “We are Family” – but no, the screws got even tighter…

“You smiled a few other times this evening and I caught a meaning – so now I’m asking – what?”

I looked at David – who was a little less scary to me – sort of like he was now a Mongoose instead of a rabid tiger… “What??

“At dinner, you had just returned from the restroom and you smiled while I was talking, why?”

“Well – I had pulled one on your husband here (nodded / pointed with my chin) and I knew that was gonna pretty good when check-time came.”

She tilted her head – smiled – and shook her head slowly. “Maybe – but that’s not the entire reason – what was it…?”

“Jess – can I have a little balance here?”

JESS RAN TO ME – OH THANK GOD ABOVE… I OWE YOU ONE LORD… She hugged my left side – (protecting me from Dad?)…and I put my arm around her.

“I returned to the table, and felt a little more confident – so maybe I could sense a little bit better – and then I realized what you were doing. Even though I was the host – you were the hostess…”

David took another step toward me – and Jess countered and blocked. “I just mean to say, you were carrying the conversation – making everyone included, and no one uncomfortable. That’s a learned skill – which means this man attends a LOT of parties – and you’re very adroit at shielding him, keeping the blood-suckers at bay, and making those around him feel comfortable.

“What’s that make me?”

I looked at David over Jess’ head and shoulder. “Jury’s still out – it’s only been – what – five hours? Even God took six days.”

Robyn laughed – Jess’ laugh – rich and full of life.

“Can I go? Is the test over?”

“Nope – one more – you did that smile and shake a few minutes ago – what was that one about..?”

“That’s the easy one – David had yelled ‘Ro’ downstairs for two reasons – one to find you in this “oh so giant of a house” and two – to make sure I knew that he knew his wife was downstairs, and that he’d come down and kick the crap out of me if I tried something.  That was partial smile….the full smile was when you called him and he galloped down the stairs – typical people would have stopped as soon as they reached your side – which would be your left shoulder… David didn’t -- he went around you and stood in the closest path between the two of us. He shielded you – and made sure I knew that, and that he still didn’t trust me either.  So I smiled.”

 

 “Can we go back upstairs? I have to re-heat the coffee – ??”

 

We all looked at Jess, I hugged her and kissed her gently – and thankfully the tension – of all kinds – broke, and we made for the stairs. Maybe not as a family – but not as enemies either.

 

“Robyn, do you want Baileys in the decaf, or on the side?” She was in the living room, and I had to elevate my voice a bit over the TV news.

“Call me Ro, and on the side, please.”

The other two Redenbacher’s looked at her, and then back at me; David went to say something and closed his mouth, and Jess came into the kitchen and hugged me.

One parent down – one to go.

“Do you want to be diapered tonight?” she whispered.

I gave a look and quietly said – “Hello? How…? Nothing’s here…” And brought the beverages into the living room and put them down for Ro. Went back into the kitchen to wrap up, and Jess pulled a now-famous large safety pin from her pocket and said – “We DO have towels – which if I remember you enjoyed too….” And grinned a tooth-missing grin…

I NODDED.

The nightly quickly wound down after the emotion of dinner and the basement confrontations, and Jess and I made our way to the basement where we slept on a steep pile of sleeping bags and blankets, and sheets – and she in the stupid Peyton Manning jersey and I in a T-shirt and Terry Cloth diaper.

Sometime during the night I made an attempt to rise and go to the new bathroom, and Jess hugged me and muffled “No – use the diaper – just pee really slowly – you’ve got no plastic pants.”

And so I did just that – and fell back to sleep; warm and happy all over.

The following morning, Jess unpinned me, gave my happy penis a firm handshake and pulled the towel out from under me, and put it in the wash, and the pins in the sewing basket. I folded everything I could, and put what needed to be washed (I leaked a bit) into the washer.

 

Breakfast went well, and I broke away from the pack to shave and shower downstairs, for yet another remote (Spring is a bitch for those).

Ro pulled her daughter into the kitchen and out of the earshot of David…

“Have you pleased Steve this morning?”

Jess giggled – “Mommmmmmm.”

“Have you?” she whispered almost fiercely.

Jess was taken back – but also empowered – this was a first for mother-daughter…strange – but NICE…

“No why?”

“The next time you blow him, try…”

David came into the kitchen for more coffee.

Whisper-whisper-whisper-whisper… Jess nodded and smiled…

David left…humming and shaking his head at Ro and Jess.

“At some point drop your right hand down to his thigh or his knee cap and rest it gently.”

“Just stay with my left?

“Yes, now does he bounce his leg when he’s close to cumming?”

Jess nodded – “every time.”

“Good – when your right hand really starts to feel his leg twitch and bounce you need too…”

David came back around the corner… “Anybody seen the sports section?”

“I think Steve has it…”

David scowled and stood.

Whisper, whisper, whisper David walked back into the other room.

Ro noticed her husband depart, and…“go really slowly with good suction, and a bit firm on the strokes. Is he circumcised?”

Jess nodded ‘no’.

Ro grinned – “lucky you! His glands will be a little more sensitive – so go easy on the head of his cock – but hand pressure stays the same.”

The ladies broke the small circle – and Ro beamed at her very happy daughter. “Go get ‘em tiger…don’t forget the right hand trick at the very end”

“Okay!! Jess smiled, hugged her mom and began to walk back thru the instructions and made her way for the basement stairs.

“Just be careful – pull your head back a bit at the end.”

“More?”
Ro nodded – “and faster.”

I was toweling off, and really enjoying the heated tile floors, when a knock came on the door.

“I’m in here – almost done..”

“It’s me.”

I opened the door, and Jess scooted in and closed and locked the door. I looked at her like – okay – what..?

Jess went to the towel rack, got a towel, and folded it a few times…

She’s going to diaper me NOW…?!!!!

Walked over to me, kissed me on the lips, felt my growing erection – and dropped the towel to the floor, and followed it to her knees.

“Jess….your parents are both upstairs…” and with that my member began to hum in her throat as she used both hands and saliva… I stopped talking and leaned back against the vanity. After not to short a time my brain registered something for the first time EVER… A lady was using just her mouth and her LEFT hand…wow…

“Talk to me…tell me when you’re about to cum…” But she really didn’t need to say that – because her man was twitching and bouncing and her right hand could clearly feel it…

“Oh Jess, Oh Jess, Oh Jess, Oh…”

And then Jess did what her mom told her … She slowed down on the strokes, increased the suction some more and – as predicted – Steve began to slowly fuck her mouth…

“Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh….”

Steve could not believe how wonderfully fucking fantastic these feelings were that washed through him…he looked down, she looked up…and...then she reached up with her right hand, touched his scrotum, and tugged DOWN gently…

 

Ro heard her daughter coming up the stairs, stopped what she was doing at the counter, and made eye contact.

That’s my girl… and stuck out her fist, and they bumped. Jess smiled a big wolfish-smile, and went to the bathroom to brush…

“Dad’s in there…showering.”

“I can wait a bit….Thanks for the warning…you weren’t kidding on the faster.”

Ro smiled, and continued with her crossword… “Where’s Steve?”

“I left him panting leaning over the sink, that’s a good sign, yes?”

“Honey – if they ain’t getting it at home – they’re getting it somewhere else.” And got up to make herself another mild mimosa.

“You look good, happy, and your eyes are changing again…Are you…or is this just a wild wicked sex ride?”

“Mom – he’s great, he’s wonderful…but daddy…I don’t…”

Ro waved her off, and leaned against the counter – “David will take some time, he remembers what you went through with…”

They said it together “The Asshole

“…and is being protective – you’re still his little girl. Does Steve know about us?”

Jess silently shook her head.

“You gonna tell him?”

“At some point.”

The shower shut off, and sounds of a curtain being scraped back were heard. Ro put her glass down, and smiled.

“My turn.”

 

Less than four minutes later (damn she’s good) Jess saw her mom exit the bathroom, touch the corner of her mouth with a couple fingers – and smile. Jess put out her fist, as Ro entered the kitchen, and they bumped.

 

Then Ro sat at the counter, grabbed her mimosa, took a gulp, swished it around her mouth, and swallowed.

Again.

 

Then picked up her pen and continued the crossword puzzle.

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More chapters -- taking the 'reader from Rhode Island, to Provincetown, to Fort Wayne.... 

Urine the money

 

The Birthday wish caught me off-guard.

 

“I don’t want anything for my birthday – no gifts, no flowers, no balloons, no nothing.”

“Than besides a card – that leaves what, and giant and grand licking?”

“Well dinner, drinks and then a romp and then a good licking – sounds wonderful.”

“Do I lick well?”

“You do that very well…”

And then she looked at me and kissed my lips gently… we were on her back porch lying on lounge chairs after work nursing a beer and enjoying the late June heat. Jess had graduated – with honors – and she was celebrating – wearing a blouse, bra, and high heels; I had my dress shirt unbuttoned and was diapered up.

 

“But…..if I don’t get you any gift-gifts………….”

 

“It leaves you – hopefully – doing me a favor…Do you know about Jim and me?”

 

“You mean the guy your dad refers to as The Asshole? No not much…”

 

“I shouldn’t have married him – that’s for sure – but he was such a sweetheart while we were dating and then, turned into a nasty punk almost days after we got hitched; he hit me when he drank, and lorded over me controlling almost everything I tried to do or say. Finally – after losing a tooth in a beating – the cops stepped in, and I knew I had to call in the cavalry.”

She looked at me.

 

“Daddy,” I said. “Is Jim still among the living?”

 

She grinned – “Daddy’s scary – but I don’t think he’d kill anyone, but he was P-O’d something fierce – so anything’s possible. All that I know is that he’s out of my life –  and no one has seen or heard from him since the divorce.”

Yup – he’s dead..

“So what’s this have to do with your birthday wish?”

“The only way this wish can ever be fulfilled is that you totally trust me and love me, and I totally trust and love you; I could never do this with Jim – but you and I seem to have something pretty damn special in just a little while.”   Pause.   “So I am pulling it out of MY bucket-list-of-birthday-wishes, and looking at you to help me fulfill it.”

 

Whoa… “Jess – you’re going to be 33 yes?”

She nodded.

“How long have you had this wish?”

“About eight or nine years.”

“We’re not running with the bulls in Spain are we?”

She cracked up – (I LOVE THAT LAUGH) – and her eyes danced, and Jess – who had lost almost 30 pounds now – was looking pretty damn hot – missing tooth and all, moistened her lips.

“I’d never hurt you, and you’ll never hurt me; so, do you want me to share it with you, or should I put it away for another year?”

“Can I have a vodka?”

She took away my half-full beer bottle and moved toward the slider – opened it – A/C came out, and she went in, and my Seabreeze came out in a red baby bottle.

 

With her heels she was statuesque – and her legs – her best feature in January when we met – were now barely ahead of the whole package. I grinned. “I hate to say this – but I was hoping you’d do that.” And I sucked on it happily – I don’t know WHY I sucked on it happily – but my inner core did seem to get a joyful-lift, so that was good enough for me.

“Do I ask, or file it away?” She asked this while standing in front of me – and her well trimmed area was right at eye level – and looking damn fine.

A muffled “you can ask” was heard around the nipple (of the bottle…!).

She sat down again beside me, and we both looked at the woods lining her back yard. “I want to control you for twenty-four hours; for twenty four hours you wear what I tell you to, you eat what I give you, travel with me, have sex the way I want to have sex, and so on.”

 

I stopped sucking.

“That could be very dangerous – and very embarrassing.”

“She tilted her head and looked over her right shoulder at me –“I think you know this – but I’ll say it again - I’d never ever hurt you, and we would be going to a small resort quite a ways from here.”

“Would I know anyone? I am in the media.”

“Honey – if anyone knew you there – you’re keeping some secrets from Jessica!”

“This means that much to you?”

She nodded and took off her blouse.

“Twenty-four hours?”

She nodded and unfastened her bra and began to cup and massage her nipples – which we both noticed were rock hard.

“Okay.”

She got up, pivoted off the chaise lounge, straddled my chair and looked down on me as I looked up past perky nips to a very gorgeous Jessica Redenbacher – whose eyes blazed, whose hair framed her face, and whose lips were thick and wet.

 

Steve - we are going to have so much fuckin’ fun, and some how I knew you were the one. She leaned down and I stopped sucking on the bottle and sucked on each nipple – and then we let our tongues dance for a few seconds in my mouth.

 

“I’ve got some calls to make.”  She gathered up her blouse and bra, and proudly walked into the house – probably daring any cat-call from the neighbors on either side.

 

I sucked some more, and felt a growing woody under my dress slacks…was it from the bottle – or the bucket wish…or the nipples? Or all three…?

 

It was in mid-July on a Friday about 1:30 and both Jess and I had received permission to leave work early, and she drove. Of course.

Talk about a dichotomyI hadn’t packed one item of my suitcase for the first time since I was a small boy, and yet – I was wearing size 38 pants because Jessica said “I’d wear a diaper.”

 

Remembering what happened with the repeat trips to Marshall’s and getting a wet-office chair – I let her diaper me. She also made sure I had my sunglasses on. Okay – what-ever..

“Hey birthday gal – your 24 hour-domination-nation campaign doesn’t start until 9 tonight…so, go a bit slow, we’ve got time and I’ve…”

Jess put on a CD and we sat back and listened to…Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb, Mary had a little lamb… Jess put earplugs in each ear and handed her guy a bottle when he started to thrash a bit…underneath his sunglasses Steve’s eyes fluttered rapidly and his right hand rubbed his crotch every now and then.

 

She wanted Stevie horny and erect this weekend – and since she was wet – it seemed like a good combination was well on its way. She put the pedal down and headed for I-195 toward Massachusetts… Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me…

I re-focused my eyes, and my polo shirt collar was a bit damp, my jaw/lips a bit sore – and my bladder pushing something FIERCE… The signs on the road didn’t make too much sense to me until I saw one that said “Hyannis 16 miles.”

“We’re on the Cape?”

Silence.

“We’re on the Cape?”

Jess took something out of her right ear and said – “Well look who’s awake! One more time?”

“We are on Cape Cod?”

“Yup – great sun, sand, and beaches.”

The road hummed under our tires.

“Jess – can we pull off and make a stop, I’ve got to really…”

She patted her hand on my padded crotch and said – “you’ve got an advantage – that I don’t – so go right ahead; I’m not putting my vagina anywhere near a restroom seat until I reach the hotel.”

 

Once my erection had subsided a bit, and I could push my penis down into my diaper a bit, I sighed, lifted my ass off the seat and let loose a stream that went on and on… I was again squishy and grinned a small smile.

 

I was gazing out on a ribbon of blacktop as we made our way thru mountainous sand dunes on either side of us.

“Provincetown?  We are going to P-town?” I had been to P-town ONCE during a college visit and P-town was NOT for the meek and mild.

Jess grinned and hummed along with a Robert Palmer classic she found on some local station.

“You’re taking me to a place – where most of the guys are ripped, cut, jacked, ripped some more and are always willing to “whip it out.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Where the ladies are anything but – kinda butch, and kinda dangerous.”

“Uh-huh”

“Where almost anything goes?”

“Uh-huh”

“Where it’s just as easy to purchase a strap-on as it is a cup of coffee?”

“Yup.”

“And where – unless a client of mine is coming out of the closet – no one should know me?”

“Bingo.”

“Jess – how long have you been planning this trip?”

“Ever since I moved to Rhode Island.”

24 hours under her control in Provincetown – holy shit…. I silently groaned and prayed.

We pulled into the resort which was on Commercial Street where the back of the property looked out on sand and the harbor. She popped her trunk, and I waddled out, and adjusted the crotch and went for the luggage. Jess pulled out her big floppy hat, and the diaper bag  *Groan* and started for the main entrance.

“How ‘bout your purse?”

She stopped – dug into the bag and pulled out a small black purse – with all the key stuff probably in there. I sighed, nodded and followed her.

 

Inside the A/C’d lobby a VERY good-looking man – “Tom” - was smiling down on us.

“Hello” (he took Jess’ Visa card)  “….Hello Mr. and Mrs. Redenbacher – welcome!” Jess filled out a couple quick forms, got a map of the town, and Tom handed her two tickets.

“I believe you requested two premium seats for tomorrow nights performance?”

“Of….??”

Jess smiled.

Tom answered. “The Penis Chronicles.”

*Pause*

“It’s a one-man stand-up comedy show?”

“No – it’s a dance and chorus number.”

“Do they wear costumes?”

Tom smiled – “of course! Hats, vests, sometimes a shirt, - you name it.”

“How ‘bout pants or underwear?”

“That they don’t wear.”

Jess was in a full laugh – and I turned to her.  “You wanted a lotta cocks – and it seems as if  you’re gonna see ‘em too.”

Tom laughed as well – “she sure will, -- any questions for me?”

“Can babies wear diapers at the pool”

Oh – for the love of God… Noooooooooo it wasn’t 9pm yet…

Tom looked around – and paused – and looked at Jess and she tilted her head at me and raised her eyebrows… Tom exploded into a h-u-g-e smile and said “AT the pool – yes, however to go into the pool he’ll have to be in swim diapers – but the harbor is off limits, unless he puts on a bathing suit.”  He laughed again – “we had another diaper couple in here a few months ago.  Cool, you guys are really cool. I mean this - welcome to The Crown and Anchor.”

“Man and a wife?”

“Man and wife, what?”

“The diaper-couple – man and wife?”

Tom looked at me and then at Jess, and shook his head.

 

Yup – I was in P-town….

 

The music pulsed and beat around us, and the gays smelled “Breeders” in their den… Male hands touched, patted and squeezed all over my body as I moved against Jess while I noticed pierced and shackled females doing the same to her backside and when she rotated, sliding hands over her parts. We were one bond, one couple, and they seemed to be testing us.  

My pacifier, ribbon-tied around my neck, bumped and jumped with the music. I began to sweat harder, and I YELLED over the music…

“I’m burning up.”

“It’s X…drink water…”

“What?”

“I think they put some Ecstasy in our drinks…at the bar. Here drink my Aquafina…”

I guzzled it – and the empty bottle slipped from my fingers, bouncing away until a leg kicked it further.

The walls seem to flow and shimmer.

“I’m still burning up…”

Jess reached down grabbed the snaps of my onesie and pulled it up; and then hiked it all up around one shoulder and my neck – and then re-snapped it… Cooler air rushed in – as did more hands.

I was dancing in a group of hundreds – in basically just a wet diaper and sandals…

“Take off my blouse.”

My fingers fumbled and tried to get the buttons - but between “X,” vodka, and a moving Jess… “I can’t…”

“Rip it off of me…”

That I could do.

Buttons went flying and more female hands went for her fleshy cargo held up by a black lacy bra – and I slapped the hands away, and moved in closer.

Lights suddenly gleamed brightly above her – someone had spotted us from the DJ booth??  The room then crackled and popped, it sizzled with life and sexual tension and earthy frenzy.

Where have I felt that before??  

She grabbed my face and well-padded neck and pulled me into her  She tilted her head slightly up, as she pulled my head down, and her emerald green eyes blazed, flashed and then gently closed – I parted my mouth, and…

 

What happened next, I cannot really fathom – but everything relaxed but tensed, the music got louder – but also muted, the crowd got thicker – but it felt like we were truly all alone. I let Jess’ tongue dance with mine…and then it went deeper into my mouth, past my tonsils and kept going down my throat. I started to panic, fought to get air and she tightened her grip on me and on the back of my neck, and all of a sudden I could breathe around (and through??) her tongue. I relaxed and snuggled deeper between her breasts, sighed, leaned down and opened my mouth wider.  She felt my surrender, stroked my hair and her tongued wiggled in my stomach and seemed to course through my body, then gently push out of my ass and circle up and around my cock and squeeze. I felt like I was slipping away in wash of major sexual pleasure, and all of a sudden my eyes were open and there was Jess.

“WHAT was that…WHO was that?”

She looked back at me, broke the hug - and laughed – rich and full.  

I kept staring – and scooted away to get another Aquafina, fighting through a crowd of beautiful but sweaty men as hands patted and probed my diaper now fully tented and engorged.

My pacifier slept in the onesie around my neck, and I could feel her emerald-green (GORGEOUS) eyes burning a hole of lust right through my back and thru my soul. I was afraid to turn around, and at the bar – I grabbed the chair with both hands, put a water on our tab, and sat down – *squish*.

 

I know Jess’ lips – those weren’t Jess’ lips… The bar moved, and lurched. I braced myself at the rail, and held on for dear-life and looked expecting all the glasses to be tipped over – but even my red baby bottle was still upright and one-quarter full. 

 

W-T-F

“Are you okay?”

Jess was rubbing my back and it WAS Jess…. “Never do Ecstasy and vodka. Let’s get some fresh air.”

I was shaking, but better after walking out to the outdoor deck and looking out over the pool and the harbor, and breathing in the salty air. It was close to two and Jess helped put my onesie back to where it should have been. However her blouse still hung open - and about her shoulders.

 

“Happy birthday” I mumbled.

“And it’s only 5 hours old…20 more to go with Jess’ rules.”

“If I don’t die first.”

“C’mere…baby”

And we kissed, but just before my tongue met hers – I paused and a bit of fear crept in until her tongue caressed mine – and familiar feelings washed away everything else.

“C’mon – momma wants to play.”

And play she did – my butt plug was up her ass and my dick was straight up and into her as she straddled me and ground her sex into mine. My hands massaged her nipples or helped keep the plug as deep as it could go… She was naked except for her bra – and I was on my wet and cooling diaper thrusting and enjoying the squish-squish-squish

“Push – push all of it in a little more – a little more” – I did and I could feel the vibrations of the plug through the thin membrane separating her vagina and colon and combined with the tinkles as her box clenched and relaxed – couldn’t take much more…

“Jess……………… Jess… ohhh”

“Little longer – just a little longer baby……”

Thankfully I was ‘long enough’ because of the slightly deadened senses due to ingested chemicals – and she began to gasp and buck and shake her mane and  then drop to my chest and slowly regain her breathing… I went to hold and hug her and the plug slid out and vibrated on the sheets. She unfolded along the length of me and dozed; my dick didn’t want to wait – but the brain did – and for once in a very long time the large head told the small head just what the fuck to do – chill out and wait.

 

I held her lightly and listened to her breath, and in a while Jess stirred and sleepily grinned, turned off the fading butt plug (more batteries in the morning…) balled up the wet diaper and simply put it in the trash can, and we went to sleep.

Well – she did…

For the first time since we met up in January – I ignored my dick – and concentrated elsewhere -- I was still trying to get my brain to figure out just what happened on the dance floor, who – or what the hell did I kiss?  Was that the “X” or did that really happen??

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That kiss

 

Dawn was past breaking and the July sun was poking at the drapes and I still was barely dozing on and off; Jess was sound asleep yet my mind was trying to work around the vodka, Ecstasy and the scene on the dance floor. You’d THINK that I’d be bothered by the fact that I was seen by hundreds of people – i.e. in public -  wearing a onesie, diaper, drinking out of a baby bottle and wearing a pacifier – but I wasn’t – in some kind of weird way, that was pretty damn neat. But – that kiss -- did I imagine that kiss? Did I just black-out during the kiss? Did I have the kiss…?

 

A piece of paper was heard being pushed under our door, and I strained to see what it was without moving too much and disturbing Jessica. They couldn’t be giving us the final bill – we don’t leave until tomorrow. Curiosity got the better of me and I tiptoed to the door.

 

You left this behind – so we washed it, and returned it. Thanks for staying at The Crown and Anchor – (signed) the management.

I opened the door – covering my naked privates with a hand – and there hanging on the hook – normally reserved for shined shoes, and pressed suits – was my baby bottle in an Anchor logo plastic bag. I yanked it off the door – and then realized – who the F—was I kidding – the entire resort knew it was mine and the dishwashing team had run it through a cycle, - after the bartender took it off the bar - then someone else had bagged it and brought it upstairs - after getting a note from the night manager.

 

I brought the bottle inside the room, closed the door and…

 

“What time is it?”

“Almost 6:20.”

“Who was at the door?”

“My bottle.”

She peeked one eye from the pillow and looked and did a ‘thumbs up’ – “it’s back!”

“Isn’t it amazing they knew what room to deliver it to?” And I put it down on the mini bar.

“Honey – you are FAMOUS – I had more compliments about you, your wet diaper – and they LOVED your erection…”  *pause*  “Stevie – you look awful – are you hung over?”

I shook my head

“Did you sleep well?”

I shook my head again, and mostly due to exhaustion and not knowing just what the HELL happened a few hours ago a tear, or two rolled down my cheek.

 

“Hey – hey – what’s the matter? Get your tight little ass over here and tell me what the matter is.”

I climbed back into bed, and into the warmth of the uplifted sheet and light blanket – and out of the A-C chill. I lay on my back and Jess propped her head up on her right arm/elbow and looked down on me a bit, and ran her fingers over my left nipple.

“Jess I’ve been thinking almost all night – and I’m going to ask a really strange question – so I apologize in advance.”

She rubbed my chest – “you can ask me anything.”

“Where was your mother last night?”

“WHAT????”

“Where was your mother last night?”

“Why would you want to know that?”

*SIGH*

“Jess – I know your lips cold, I know your lips hot, I know your lips on my penis – I know your lips on cheek, I know your lips. Last night during that last big kiss on the dance floor – those weren’t your lips.”

She giggled – “let me get this straight – the bartender laced our drinks with “X” – and we were dancing and drinking alcohol too – and that awesome long kiss we had – you’re saying was not with me?”

“It was YOU – it wasn’t your lips – or I hope not your tongue.”

“What’s the matter with my tongue???????????”

“The tongue that kissed me last night started in my mouth and ended up in my diaper, and around my balls and my cock.”

 

“No more X for you. What’s this have to do with Mom?”

“The only thing I can explain – is that just before we kissed – the room crackled with the sexual tension I’ve only felt one time before – and that was in your basement during “Meet the Parents.”

 

Jess sighed. Shook her head and got up to get her phone, and punched in a couple buttons.  “Hi Mom?” she whispered – “no, no I’m fine, it’s uhh – oh shit, it’s only six thirty here…”

“IS THAT JESS? THAT’S JESS?!” – I could her David Redenbacher through the phone because Jess had moved the phone away from her ear to keep from going deaf… “WHAT DID THAT LITTLE PECKER-HEAD (little?? – YOU are smaller than I me.. Davie...) DO TO MY LITTLE GIRL?

 

“David – shush!! Jess is fine, go back to sleep.”

“She’d better be – and tell her to PLEASE not call at five gosh-darn thirty on a Sunday morning…!”

“Honey, what’s up?”

“Tell Dad I’m sorry - are you still in the bedroom?”

“No, I’m walking to get my robe, and then I’ll take this downstairs to the kitchen; what’s going on with you?”

“We’re in Provincetown -- *pause* --“

I heard Ro’s voice…

“It’s just a weekend getaway out here on the tip of Cape Cod, anyway, and we kissed, and Steve thinks he kissed you instead of me.”

 

That’s not what I meant!! Look she’s on her cell she could be across town – have her call back from a land-line.”

*Sigh*

“Mom, call him back from the house phone – he doesn’t believe you’re in Fort Wayne.”  She rattled off my cell phone number and hung up.

 

I shuffled over to the phone – looked at the wet balled up diaper in the trash – got a small thrill and dug out my cell phone from my jeans. (No place for a phone in a onesie…)

 

An 8-1-2 area code phone number popped up on my cell, and I answered it. “Hello Ro.”

“Well good morning to you too – now what the hell are you talking about, and why are you upsetting Jess?”

 

Jess was sitting up in bed, clenching her iPhone and calmly but-not-so-calmly looking at me.

 

“I know Jess’ lips backwards and forwards and we kissed last night on the dance floor and maybe it was the Ecstasy…”

Jess winced…

“..Or the alcohol – but I could have sworn those were your lips and not hers.”

Something changed on the phone – Ro purred.

“How    would     you     know     my     lips    Steven,    if     we’ve    never     kissed?”

“Ummmm, the room crackled with that sexual tension I experienced in Jess’ basement when you came to visit – it was here last night – uh, early this morning on the dance floor.”

Did she just lick the phone???  “So how was the kiss?”

Here I was – standing naked in a hotel bedroom – with a wet diaper in the trash, a clean baby bottle nearby, a butt-plug with little or no battery power remaining, and my girlfriend – looking pretty good in bed, and – what am I doing ?  I’m talking to her mother a thousand miles away.

 

And I was beginning to get erect. “The kiss was amazing. But really scary.”

 

Jess got out of bed – and was now sitting on the edge of the bed – looking at my penis – and at me…

“Amazing how…?”

“Your tongue went down my throat and all through my body…”

“All the way through….?” Her voice was husky and soft and rich…whereas my throat was dry…. Jess and I both looked at my penis.

 

My penis was HAP-PY…

“Yeah – and then your tongue…”

“And then my tongue – what, what did my tongue do Steven?”

“You’re not going to believe this – and I can’t believe I’m saying this – but it went out my ass and up and around my genitals.”

“Did it PUSH out or slide gently out…?”

“It slid out, and wiggled, and slid back in, - and  – and wow – Mrs. Reden..”

“Ro, call me Ro… Steve…did your cock like my tongue…?”

“Yes, my cock did, you squeezed, I mean it squeezed, something squeezed it and I was floating in a warm….”

 

Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb, Mary had a little lamb….

 

Jess leaped for his baby bottle and filled it as fast as she could, capped it and brought it back to Steve who was now sitting on the floor, in a daze sucking on his phone, she swapped the bottle for the phone – and could hear her mom ‘yelping’ over the line, let him suckle and twitch and rub his erect member every-now-and-then.

She put her iPhone on the counter near him – and marched into the bathroom and slammed the door.

 

“MOM HE IS FUCKING ERECT – and beginning to OOZE – FOR CHRIST’S SAKE, HE’S MY BOYFRIEND.”

“You’re the one who channeled me – I didn’t…”

“I didn’t channel you – it was the “X.”

“How many times have I told you – don’t fuck up what we have – just grass or alcohol – no grain alcohol, no drugs and no narcotics – what the hell were you doing messing with X for?”

“The bartenders must of spiked our drinks, I think we’re the only hetero’s here and they were having fun with us.”

“And what’s with Mary Had a Little Lamb?”

*Sigh*  “It was my honors project for my degree – basically I can stun Steve in a state where his conscious mind is asleep – and we can talk – like now.”

“So……..what have you been doing with his UNconscious mind…?”

“Another time Mom.”

Ro purred again – “we’ve got a lot of catching up to do. Honey – if you want to put him to sleep – there are other more enjoyable ways.”

Jess snorted.

Ro was quiet.

“I thought I lost you.”

“Jim was a bad guy Mom.”

“You haven’t sexually channeled in how many years? I was stunned and giddy when I heard you call.”

“I didn’t call Mom… that was the…X”

“Jess – your body was sexually charged enough, and the X let you overcome your inhibitions - that you again could reach out to me – and – it was nice. How long has it been?”

“Not since you scared the crap out of Vince – sophomore year at Penn. But why take over my body – why not just join in?”

“Honey – I came out full-bore because I was sooo happy to have my girl reconnect with me… What the hell was Steve wearing last night? A Turtleneck and Shorts? I was a little fuzzy due to the distance and the newness again and….”

“It was a costume party Mom, and…”

Can you turn that God damn nursery rhyme off? – It’s making me sick…”

“He’ll wake up, I’m NOT ready to tell him yet.”

“Then we’ll put him back to sleep – just make sure he’s standing up and naked from the waist down.”

“Oh mom – no – not that…”

“It works every time.”

“Mom – then come in blind.”

“Blind? I can’t look.”

“If you’re coming in – come in BLIND.”

“OKAY – okay – something must be up  *giggle*  but I promise – I’ll darken the eyes.”

“Okay – I love you.”

“I love you too – now go take care of Steve – I like him, I really like him Jess.”

“I do too. Bye.”

 

Jess shut off the song, put the phone near him, took the bottle from him, and went to wash his onesie and hang it to dry in the bathroom, and when she came back out into the bedroom, Steve was still sitting on the floor - but leaning against the leg of the desk. Looking at his erection.

My chest was a bit damp – and I was sporting a nice woody. The last thing I remember was that I was chatting with Ro – and explaining the kiss, and then here I am.  “My phone?  Where’s my phone?”

Jess pointed to the floor next to me. It was still warm – I must have laid on it.

 

“Somebody looks happy this morning.”

“Early morning hard-on,” and I grinned and stood up.

“No – I’ve seen those – this is wood. Good wood.”  And she pulled me to my feet and I leaned against the desk and looked down – as Jess slowly moved down my body. I looked and tried to pull her back up – but she shook me off.

 

“Jess – I need a diaper.”

…Just make sure he’s standing up and naked from the waist down…SHIT -   “Ummm - get the wet one out of the trash, and sniff it…” 

*BOING*  -  “That works for me.”

I retrieved the droopy diaper and held it up near my face and Jess began to work and play, and suck, and pull, and fondle and slowly suck and stroke, and slurp, and the tingles started to build and mushroom… I held the heavy diaper only in one hand and braced myself on the desk with the other.

Pull on my balls – pull on my balls – please pull on my…

The tingles built and waves of lust grew – and I began to fuck her mouth, as her sucking got wetter and deeper. She played with me by slowing me down even more by pushing back lightly on my thigh when I tried to thrust forward quicker…and then as the lights in my brain began to go off - the air in the room “strummed” as if it was thick enough to touch, and the hair on my arms stood up, and I felt a warm wet tongue start at my scrotum, slowly slide backwards, and then FULLY up my ass crack and back down to my balls and  then back up – and continue up my back to my shoulders – and then Jess tugged.

And then she gagged.

I dropped the diaper.

At some point I was lying in bed, clean diaper around me, totally SPENT.

“That was *Yawn* amazing.”   How did her tongue do all that work…? Oh who cares – W o wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww………!!

“Go to sleep.”

 

And without chemicals or medicines – just a great B-J – I crashed out. Jess smiled “mouthed thank-you Mom” and took out her jeans and a top and went for a walk, braless around Provincetown.

Let those P-town ladies look…my tah-tahs are starting to stand up proud and firm again…

When she got back around 9; with fresh Portuguese bread and coffee; she looked at her sleeping guy; and then put down the goodies, shut off the A-C and opened two windows to let in a breeze – and let out the smell.

 

It seems Stevie had pooped in his diapers – the 8:00 regular calling hadn’t been enough to wake him out of a sexually content slumber. She smiled and looked down on the harbor...when the hair on the back of her neck felt charged and a voice came into her head…..

Could use some help honey.

Oh – ickkkkk……not with Daddy…..  She answered back silently.

The air sparked deeper – Mom must be getting close she thought… Jess sighed – and then did what any good daughter would do – she licked her dad’s feet and sucked on his toes, and the Provincetown room jangled and charged, and swayed and then was still.

Mom must of cum something fierce too.

 

She sniffed again, and turned around and looked at Steve. She had gotten herself into a jam – the X had acted like a stent in an artery and cleaned out the channels between the two green eyed, big breasted ladies – but in the meantime she had also put a grown man back into diapers; and this man LOVED the sexual play in them. She had a rough and nasty choice in the not-so-distant future, OR she had to figure a way out to keep mom out of the picture during a randy-romp session.

Jess tilted her head and sipped some coffee and then made plans for the rest of her bucket-wish-birthday, which included tanning at the pool, and a diaper change for Steve.

 

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I stretched, yawned and rolled over *squish*.

WOW…..did I really take a dump in my sleep…? Then my nose confirmed what my ass just told me, and I flinched. I heard a flush, and thought – thank goodness Jess is here –  I need help getting out of this…??! 

“Good morning my stinky guy – feel better?”

“That was one hell of a great blow job…did you know it felt like your tongue went up my back?”

“Really - ?  My tongue was kinda busy somewhere else, I believe a LOT lower…” And she leaned over to kiss me on the lips – and since I hadn’t brushed yet, I sorta did a ‘peck’ in return. “Well, let’s get you cleaned up – I want to get some sun.”

 

She told me to untape myself – (my hands worked on a diaper?) and I then begged to clean myself up – and she nodded and pointed and I did the best I could, wiped, then and showered off the rest; when I exited the bathroom shaved, brushed, and cleaned – I noticed the soiled diaper had joined it’s buddy in the trash can.

“We’re going to really tip the maids aren’t we…”

I ate a piece of the bread, and sipped some cold coffee and then zapped it in the microwave; “what is the plan of action today?”

 

“Me in my first bikini in almost three years, and you in a diaper, by the pool.” I made a small smile – and looked down on the pool from our room and could not make out that many people – GOOD!

I got out my phone and Kindle, and she got her iPhone and a book and magazine; we both brought sunscreen, and hats; she put me in a diaper, and I put on a very long dress shirt and prayed that it covered most of everything while I walked thru the hotel to the pool.

 

“Only til 9 o’clock – yes?”

“Yup – you’re mine until 9 – after that, you’re back into pants and underwear if you wish; got your bottle?

Yeah it’s…..” My bottle was wet. Why was my bottle wet? It was dry at 6:20 this morning?  STRANGE…. “Okay – I got it.”

 

She took it, and we got the elevator (empty, thank the Lord), and made our way to the pool (mostly empty hallways – thank you again), to the enclosed outdoor pool area which overlooked about 60 feet of sand and then the harbor on where the waves gently lapped the shore. The sun was pretty fierce and our chairs were a bit hot when we sat down. So we sat on our towels….the very item I wanted to lay ACROSS myself in order to not shout out to the world “BIG BABY is by the pool.”

 

“I understand if you’re gonna leave me.”

Jessica snapped around – “why would you say that?”

 

“Jess – I’m not an idiot; when I met you – you were much heavier, and your eyes were hazel. You’re now almost regal; your eyes are emerald – you passed hazel a long while back; you look fucking fantastic, and you can probably score almost anyone you want, guys with better looks and bigger wallets.”

She smiled – “you noticed my eyes – Jim hated that. That’s part of the reason he beat me; if I’m happy – they grow very green, and if not – fade. Jim noticed my eyes fading, so he hit me out of anger; the more he hit me – the unhappier I got and so forth. But you are SUCH a shmuck. Don’t you know about the fat-girl rules?”

 

I shook my head.

“Hi, can I get you two a something to drink?”

 

Ricardo was an Amazon from the letter A to the letter N… Six feet something, black hair, blue eyes, and probably four percent body fat. If he noticed my diaper – he didn’t comment. I pulled the shirt as low as I could – and over my padded crotch…and winced/cringed behind my sunglasses.

“Yeah, yes, please – Jess?”

“A T & T with two limes, please?”

“Stoli Seabreeze.”

“In his bottle – if you could.” And Jess handed Ricardo the bottle…

Well – screw worrying about the diaper being seen...

“Miss – do you want the baby to have the full pour, which would be very potent – or to make his Seabreeze fit the bottle to taste and potency?”

Got to give it to the gays – they don’t flinch at anything…liquor in baby bottles included.

“Fit the bottle please.”

“I will try to get you a deduction on the price – but it might still be the full cost.”

“That’s fine; could we also get a carafe of ice water?”

 

Twinkle Twinkle little star, how I wonder where you are, up above the world so high…

“Now where were we?”

“You called me a schmuck…”

“Fat girl rules…”  Jess watched Steve’s wetness indicators change and continued “Number One - fat girls give the best blow-jobs because we know you have to roll us in flour to find the wet spot, and we appreciate the attention. Any attention. Number Two – if a fat girl ever returns to the land of pretty and slim we stay with our Prince Charming forever – so honey you’ve got no worries in that realm.”

I was wet.

“Ummm, that’s good, that’s good.”

“That’s all you’ve got to say – that’s good?”

“Jess – I’m wet, sorry – my brain is not functioning too well – give me a second.”

“Can you stay in it for a while? I really don’t want to trek back to the room – and come back to a warm drink.”

“It’s okay – just damp – not soaked.”

The front of my brain was screaming – CAN’T YOU CONTROL YOUR BODILY FUNCTIONS….???!! The deep inner recesses of my brain were saying Yes – Yes – Yes – we’re wet and we’re happy. My penis twitched and joined the latter group…

 

“You like the way I turned out?”

I nodded. “I liked you some twenty five….”

“Thirty nine…”

“Thirty nine pounds ago.”

“Got nine more to go.”

I shook my head – she looked pretty hot to me – but somehow she had that goal in mind, and Ricardo was returning with the drinks. He handed me the bottle – (smart man – what tipped him off? *sigh*) gave Jess her T & T, and put the carafe on the table between us, and a Polar-Cooler of ice / two glasses on the ground next to the table and handed me the bill – and I handed it to Jess. She signed and said “thanks.”

 

“Why do you stay with me? I’ve got three good features – tops – my hands, my eyes, and my voice. Everything else is average – I’m in shape – but barely 5’10” tall – I’ve got some money, but rent a condo; I’m slowly going gray – but only on the sideburns, etc, etc, etcThe King and I couldn’t have said the last line any better.

 

Jess took her legs off the lounge chair, sipped her drink, and turned to face me – I was staring at a shorter-hair-mousse-spiked goddess, with deep green eyes, breasts that were a bit smaller than in January – but still firm, and legs that looked longer than they were. The diamond-stud earrings I bought her for a graduation gift glinted in the July sun.

 

“You and I talked a long-long time ago – and you helped me out of a very bad place.

I did…? I don’t remember you lady…

“Do you remember Jessie from Coventry?”

Jessie from Coventry, Jessie from Coventry, Jessie from Cov… “Holy shit – are you okay? Of course, you’re okay – oh shit – you were the lady who called me up crying, unable to sleep because your guy was hitting you. Oh Christ, oh man – I wondered about you for a while when you stopped calling – I thought you were dead.”

 

“Steve Anderson, and the Anderson Overnight Adventure helped me out, and I – and Daddy, did the rest. I’ve liked you for a long time – and now I really love you. You’re funny, warm, you put the seat up and down, you iron, and you smell great and taste even better. You’re uncircumcised, which means you’re extra tender down there and you shared your love for diapers with me – most guys would have hidden that.”

 

Well I know the rules – don’t lie to Jess, and diaper play is between us…and you can’t enjoy diaper-sex if you don’t tell your girl so I told you… I sucked on the baby bottle nipple   ….this bottle isn’t too bad either… I spread my legs a little and let the world know that I was diapered.

 

“I know I can trust you – and you’d never hit me.”

“Guys don’t hit women – ask Lisa.”

“That’s one bitch I want to square off with – and speaking of which” – and she moved to re-lay back on her lounge chair – “you’ve got to show me off more – and I want to visit the places Lisa did, and may still be at…”

“I don’t show off women.”

Jess slid those dark-green eyes at me, and stared.

Don’t lie to Jess, Don’t lie to Jess, Don’t lie to Jess…

“Okay – I showed Lisa off – I’d love to do the same with you – but it’s different this time – I don’t want to lose you – something about Lisa just wasn’t right – and you brought that to the forefront.”

 

“Finish your bottle, and have some water, the heat is intense.” The day cruised by with us drinking and reading – and for the first time ever, I got the head of my cock to tingle here and there by dribbling into my diaper. It was a first – and not the last if these minor tweaks of pleasure were an item I could rely on….

At 9pm the Penis Chronicles had begun, and Jess had penis’ on parade; I had on a dress shirt, and my fat pants, I was very happy to not go back to underwear – but stay in my diapered state; ‘cause dribbling was growing kinda special. Our drinks came – and Jess’ T & T was in a drab glass next to my pink baby bottle. The crowd roared – and I blushed – up until thirty-seconds or so ago I’d never had a pink baby bottle. I saluted the waiter, and he smiled, and yelled “from all of us at The Crown.”

 

The night ended the way I wanted sex – Jess wore heels – and I wore my soggy diaper and I took her standing up and leaning over the bed; and the cooling diaper rubbed very nicely thank you on my tight hot scrotum. The combination was exquisite and once my knees began to twitch – I was quickly flooding and squirting inside Miss Redenbacher. She felt me pulse into her, upon my finishing turned around, grabbed my neck with her left hand, stuck her tongue in my mouth and massaged the front of my diaper with her right.

 

“You seemed to leak a lot today – instead of just holding, holding, holding and then letting go all at once.” She grinned and put both arms around my neck – and at eye level – kissed me again.

“I’ve found the art of dribbling kinda of produces mini-mini-mini orgasms.”

“Stay in it a little longer – so you can dribble some more – and not on the bed sheets? Okay?”

“Okay…” came my muffled reply.

 

She pulled me / pushed me into bed, and then went to wash / brush; and I guess I fell asleep.

Tonight was a quick fun fuck just for her guy – yet tomorrow is for me – but not here…can’t have Mom coming in – as I’m cumming on Steve…gotta be a bit more isolated so she can’t connect with me. 

 

She curled up with her man – but her body would not let her rest – she needed a sexual release. After 20-minutes or so, she said to herself, *just go to fuckin’ SLEEP*...  and with that thought in her mind, she got out of bed, grabbed her iPhone, and…

Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb, Mary had a…    She put her right arm around Steve, guided his mouth to her right nipple and felt waves of pleasure build as he suckled. Then – even fumbling a bit with her left hand – and a nursery rhyme in her head – had a glorious quickie-orgasm. Jess yawned, smiled, stretched, and turned off the speaker on her cell. Steve’s sucking subsided, and he and his mild erection rolled over. 

She put her throbbing crotch against his padded butt, and spooned. At around 3am or so Jess woke up – and then woke Steve up by turning on the small desk lamp.

 

“What? What is it?”

“You’re wet – we’ve got to get you outta that, and let your skin breathe a bit.” I groggily went for the tapes, and pulled them off as Jess pulled the top-sheet down and gazed. “You need some cream too.”

She got the Desitin, and put some on my balls and inner thighs, and I got up and put the rolled up diaper into the trash.

 

We kissed. “Do you have plans for us tomorrow?” Jess smiled – “Yes – in about 10 hours – you’re making love to me in my basement washroom.”

“The basement washroom???????”

“Yup – so get some rest, I need the full show tomorrow.”  I grinned and she tightened her hug, and we slept.

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We left Provincetown

 

We left Provincetown lighter in the wallet, lighter in diapers, heavier in baby bottles, and with a lot of smiles. But we had to wait til after 8…before we could go.

 

“I don’t mind cleaning up poopy diapers – but when we get home, Jessica wants to PLAY – and I’m not waiting for you to wipe, shower and bathe…”

In the lobby around half-past, Tom gave Jess his cell number on a business card.

“You guys were a lot of fun – most breeders just like to gawk and stare – you guys got in and partied, and were good sports……”

Pause

“I heard about the Ecstasy – I’m sorry.”

“You’ll remember Jess from Rhode Island?”

He grinned that multi-watt smile again – and said – “no – probably not – but if you put in your text “diaper couple from RI” – I’ll remember.”

She patted my butt, and I looked away.

 

We got her car, pulled out – and stopped about a mile away; at a convenience store. She dug out her purse, and I waved her off – being a kept man was killing my self-confidence.

“What – what do you want?”

“I want you to have a very large Red Bull – because Momma wants a padded butt, a wet tongue and a very VERY hard dick.

“How do women now about Red Bulls and erections??  Who spilled the beans???”

“I was a fat chick remember? And fat chicks boyfriends always need help getting a stiffy.”

“But you’re not…”

 “Now move it Steven.”

I could have crawled inside those green emerald pools and swam and swam and swam – she was soooo fuckin’ hot.

I did

Hours later we pulled into her driveway, and Jess was raring to go. So was I.

“Leave the bags!”

She ran (I waddled) to the door, and unlocked and scooted inside…

 

“Pick out a pair of heels for me – and grab a towel!”  I heard the bathroom door slam, and I made my way to her closet and grabbed her pair of RED C-F-M heels, and a towel out of the hall closet and galloped downstairs. Seconds later I heard the toilet flush and water rushed through the pipes above me in the washroom, and then kept rushing…and rushing.

*STRANGE*

I stripped out of my jeans and folded them and put them on the counter that long ago held the towels.

When she walked into the washroom – she was naked and carried her jeans and a wash cloth. I stared.

The woman I’d known in mid-January was there before me, but barely – the tooth was still missing and the breasts were smaller – but everything else was - WOW.

 

She was tan everywhere but a white strip around her groin, her eyes glowed deep green, and her lips were plump and moist. Everything had definition, and the room felt and smelled like sex. Jessica was becoming like Ro…..??!!!

She dropped her jeans into the washer, and put out her right hand – and I handed her the shoes. She balanced and slipped them on, and 5’5” Jess became the 5’9” Wonder Woman that dreams were made of.

“Drop the towel and come here.”

She leaned back against the wall, put the washcloth between her teeth, and I got between her legs, breasts and arms, and she tugged my Polo up and over my head – I was left in diaper.

 

She took the wash cloth out of her mouth, and brought her hands up around my neck and we began a very wet and slow and sensuous kiss; I put my padded and tented diaper against her heat and she pushed back, and the kiss continued. 

 

“I owe you big time” I murmured….

“Then get started…”

I dropped a hand down between us and felt her lower lips – they were swollen, and very warm, and very wet, and well – just about perfect…. “Uhh – Jess, I’ve got diaper between us…”

“So (kiss) untape it…”

I tugged at the tapes and was again amazed my hands worked on a tied diaper. My dick was rather amazing too (peeking out from a half-un-taped diaper) – but lust and a Red Bull will do that…I put my hands on her ass, and she hopped up a bit, then wrapped her legs around my middle, dropped her right hand down between us and  rubbed the warm wash cloth all around my cock.

The room shifted – BOY did that feel good.

She dropped the wash cloth – and guided my pole into her.

I did my best to pin her to the wall with just my cock, and we worked tight together; when her breathing got a little ragged – and I was barely holding on – I slid out of her and dropped my knees to the towel and orally went to town….Later – after rewarding her a mind-rocking orgasm, we continued our love making…and I was holding out just fine until she tightened up every vaginal muscle and fireworks started to go off - and I surrendered, and poured into her.

When my breathing had slowed I said “welcome home Jess.”

She hugged me tight, and water continued to pour thru the pipes above us. Just try to get thru earth, concrete, copper pipes and water Mom…

Jess smiled at her guy, who was picking up soggy spilled padding from the overworked diaper, and then the washcloth…. She leaned down, kissed him on the top of the head, grabbed his jeans and tossed them in the wash, and then walked naked, proud and tall up the stairs as Steve’s DNA dribbled here and there. In the bathroom she turned off the bathtub faucet, looked in the mirror and dark green eyes sparkled back at her, she grinned – and smiled – her tooth was beginning to grow back in.

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After making love in the basement for weeks, I had to ask….

 

“Jess – what the heck is going on? Diaper sex is now always in the basement and getting you to climax means the washroom…..and running water. Is there something I’m doing wrong?  Is there something wrong with our bedroom?”

My lease was up and I’d moved in; it was our bedroom.

Jess was in a tight situation – and didn’t know how to tell Steve about Mom’s abilities without either freaking him out or have him constantly paranoid that “someone was watching.” This needed direct action.

“Honey – give me a moment.”

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, How I wonder where you are – up above the world so high…

“I’m going to call my parents.”

“Oh boy – be sure to tell Daddy I said hi – he really thinks the world of me, and I bet a day doesn’t go by that he doesn’t wish to kick me to the curb, but fortunately your mother kind of likes me and…….”  OH S—T… I’d not only wet – I was still peeing, and the diaper was oversaturated….

“Steve you’re soaked – and in the kitchen…” Jess feigned disappointment and shooed her wet guy toward the bathroom and got her mom on the cell.

 

“Mom, we’re coming out on Friday, are you guys around, or should we wait til next weekend?”

“Darling if you’re visiting – then we’ll be here. Is there any special reason – a new piece of jewelry…perhaps?”

“No mom – but you and I need to chat – and Daddy needs to get lost for a few hours.”

“Sounds serious……”

“No – but since our Provincetown trip - Steve and I have had a chink in our love-making and the reason starts and ends with Robyn Redenbacher.”

“Me?? I’ve channeled you two times – and the last time I was invited, what are you getting at?”

“Feel better baby cakes?”

I nodded and headed downstairs to put the wet sweatpants and underwear in the washer.

“Mom – can you have Dad book us two round-trip tickets out of Green or Logan? We’ll fly out Friday afternoon, and come back on Monday.”

Ro agreed, “Can’t wait to see you – my love to you both.”

“Can’t wait to see you too, love you.”

“Your parents are coming back out here?  I was kidding on the Dad loves me part…”

“No, we’re flying out there – this Friday.”

 “It’s the only way to get your diapers and me back into the bedroom, and out of the basement.”

I put my forehead on the kitchen counter and felt the cold granite surface – anything that had to do with sex, diapers and travel to a parent’s house was a trifecta I was NOT looking at playing.

 

Jess rubbed my neck and shoulders.


“Can I stay here?”

“Don’t you want to see where I grew up?”

“I’ll use Google Earth…”

Jess smiled and rubbed my back all the way down to where my polo covered up the top of a fluffy diaper. “You’re getting good at putting those on, nice fit!”

I kept my head on the counter.

“I’ll pay you so I can stay here this weekend.”

“You’re already paying me – and we’re putting into a remodel fund...”

“I’ll pay you more…”

“You’re going – Daddy is booking us two round-trip tickets.”

SIGH   “Outta Boston or Providence?”

“Mom will let me know.”

I shook my head, walked downstairs and stared at the blank TV screen. How the fuck am I going to get thru this weekend?

On Thursday night, it came to a head……

“Jess, I need a diaper.”

“My tongue and hands aren’t enough?”

“They’re great – but tomorrow’s trip has got me unnerved and – you KNOW I perform better in a wet diaper.”

“I emptied the diaper pail and rinsed it – we’re going to be gone for four days.”

My dick was now fairly limp.

“I haven’t this kinda luck with a cock since I was a size 16.”

“Jess – what’s going on??  I was honest with you and told you about my diaper stuff almost since the day I met you, and now it’s no-diaper-play-upstairs-no-this-no-that.”

“It’ll all be better by Saturday. I hope.”

I looked down at her and helped her back to her feet. She was gorgeous, and I was totally not sexually functioning. “You HOPE??”

 

She kissed me, and told me to get into bed, “set the alarm, we both have an early start – you’ve got work, and I’ve got an interview.”

Jess grabbed her robe and went down to the basement, and got a small tote bag out, and returned to the bedroom and put in five diapers, the Desitin, Steve’s onesie, a baby bottle, J & J lotion, and baby powder. She looked at the pacifier and passed on that. She cursed, and then back downstairs, and into the back-basement and got out the three DVD’s that started this whole ball of wax going, and added them in. Then she zipped up the bag, locked it and closed her eyes and said a small prayer.

 

God – if you’re listening – be supportive…I know it’s my fault. But I need your help -  I’m either going to have this amazing man be by my side  for the rest of my life – or he’s going to leave me on Monday when we get back.

 

Jess walked back upstairs, put the bag next to the other suitcase, lap-top, golf clubs and went in to join Steve.

By five-thirty the next afternoon we were getting off the 737 in Indianapolis and waiting at the gate was Ro and David. I let Jessica take the lead, and thus got to watch one tight marvelous looking butt stride toward her parents.

HEY KIDDO – LOOKS LIKE MY BABY GIRL IS BACK – YOU LOOK FREAKIN’ FANTASTIC!” David gave his daughter a bear hug and Ro swooped in to hug the both of them; I put down the locked bag and my lap-top and waited my turn.

“Oh where are my manners, get over here Steven.” I went to shake Ro’s hand and she gave me a big hug instead; my body tingled, jangled and my cock twitched. Wow – where did that come from… I pivoted - semi-dazed – and extended a hand to David who was holding on to Jess with the other around her waist.

“Damn it girl – you look smokin’ hot – Steve, I don’t know what you’re doing to make my Jess,”

“OUR Jess...”

“Our Jess so happy – but keep it up.”

“She says the same thing sir.”

Ro chortled – David did not look amused.

 ‘And that’s an order.”

He looked up at me, and we both knew that I’d better do what I was just told.

“Welcome to Indy, let’s get your bags and getcha back to the house.”

 

It wasn’t a house. It was a freakin’ McMansion… and going next door to get a cup of sugar would take quite a hike since the lawn spread out on all sides – except where it ran into the pool, and the cabana.

 

We went to Jess’ old bedroom – and unpacked.

“What’s in here?” I held up the locked tote.

“Girl stuff to share with Mom.”

I nodded, and went to put the bathroom stuff on the counter. “Must be nice growing up in a house like this.”

“Well, not my whole life – we moved here when I was fourteen, but yeah – it’s a great party house… especially when the parents weren’t here.”

We joined the parents out by the outdoor barbeque area, complete with TV, and sink, and of course – a bar and fridge. Wouldn’t want to open up the slider and go back into the real kitchen – nah – we’ll just build another one out here.

 

“Jessica – you look great; I haven’t seen your eyes that dark and green in a long-long while; welcome back kiddo.”

“I owe it all to Steve.”

Ro came out of the house – and the hair on my neck danced. And my nipples hardened.

After dinner Jess and I got on our suits, and made our way to the hot tub…we got in, and soaked in the heat, and each other’s lips. I grew hard, and her right hand found the way to the front – and to a very happy pecker.

“I missed this feeling…”

“Warm, wet squishy suit that we can imagine is a diaper? Gee – I never would have made the connection…” And she kept her green-green eyes on me, and kept up a steady pace…

“Jess – your parents…”

“Daddy’s probably in his study, and Mom…..” Mom’s probably watching mentally anyway…

*gasp*….  “Jess – your Mom…”

“Mom is probably watching TV…now relax and enjoy…” And moments later I did just that  - and a hot sticky load was ejaculated all over the inside front portion of my trunks.

WHOA – Whoa – whoa…” Thank you – a *yawn* a thousand times thank you.”

“Let’s get you into bed – it’s been a day – and tomorrow is a full day with Ro and David.”

We grabbed the towels and made our way inside – Ro was indeed watching TV, and David was not to be seen.

“Good night.”

Both women called out “good night” – and I ambled slowly and happily upstairs.

“Why did you pump him off with his suit on?”

“Because I knew you’d be watching.”

“I never looked out the window, scouts honor.”

“You know what I’m talking about.”

 

Ro grinned, and nodded.

 

“The more semen you absorb….”

“The darker the orbs – I remember Mom”

“You left quite a load in there….”

“Mom – look at my eyes – look at my body…I think I’m absorbing a fair amount of my lover’s DNA. But how come you’re now all tight and dark?”

“H-G-H in your father’s beverages every other day – David is now as randy as an 18 year old and I’m humping and swallowing all I can.”

“Ma – you look about 40 years old again.”

“My breasts are firmer too - Jess – how old do you look and feel?”

She grinned. “I’m probably back to my late 20’s…and my tooth is finely growing back in; which means on Sunday I’m going to fake a Dr. Silverstein appointment since it should be completely grown-in within the next 24 hours or so.”

 

“Jess – that bag you brought with the lock – is that our discussion piece?”

Jess nodded.

“Want to talk now?”

“In the morning Mom; Steve’s not exactly thrilled about the golf outing – but thanks.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

 

Saturday in September

 

By 7:35a David and Steve were on the way to the Club, and Jess was alone in the kitchen with Ro.

Jess sighed, and went to get the tote bag. She walked back downstairs with it, and curled up on the sofa and carefully laid the entire contents on the coffee table. “In here Mom.”

“I’m bringing in coffee – do you want some?”

“Yes please.”

Ro walked into the living room – glanced at the items, stopped, stared, then put down the mugs on coasters and kept moving to the far side of the room.

“Where are you going?”

“To get the Bailey’s…”

 

Jess cracked up – and she felt a teeny-tiny bit better.

 

Ro brought the bottle back, held it up as if to say “want some?” Jess nodded – and both took a healthy pour in their cups.

“To be at our best mentally and physically we need what?”

“Semen from our lover.”

“And after Jim did what he did to me, I went into a spiral. I was depressed so I ate, the more I ate the more I got depressed, and the sex was just that - sex – because no one stayed with “Bessie Redenbacher” long enough to find out the real me. So I hatched a plan.”

 

*Pause*  Jessica stared into the coffee mug and kept talking.

 

“A couple years back DJ Steve Anderson helped me through a tough time just by listening on the phone, caring and making me laugh, long-story-short, I called him this January and signed a $78,000 contract with Steve Anderson-now-a-radio-salesman to have him market my DVD series.”

 

Between sips – Ro’s eyebrows ‘mentally’ climbed to the top of her skull and hovered there for a bit.

“This DVD series – which was my Master’s Project for graduation. There are three DVD’s – the first is Mary Had a Little Lamb, the second is Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and the third is Old MacDonald. He came over to the house, and was to view the series and then make a sixty-second ad for the airwaves, and – well, the DVD’s worked like magic.”

 

Ro’s eyes – still wide – ‘pointed’ at the adult baby stuff?!

 

“Yes – the first DVD makes him suckle, which fills up his bladder via constant drinking, and finally crave diaper sex, all - as I said to you on the phone from P-town – while putting his conscious mind to sleep.

 

Ro nodded and pointed with her chin.

 

The second DVD makes him wet – for that song he’s totally awake and functioning, but his conscious brain thinks he’s hearing nothing – for example, on a phone it’s just silence, but his inner brain releases the bladder and he’ll wet.”

“But only in a diaper?”

“No – he’ll wet anything, the bed, his pants, a diaper – you name it.”

Ro shifted on the couch and re-crossed her legs. I think I’m getting wet…

“What will he suck on?”

“He’ll….” *grin*  “…you’re getting turned on by this aren’t you? He will suck on anything – the first day his pen got quite a workout.”

“ANY-thing…?”

“MOMMMMMMMMMM… I’m sure he’ll suckle ‘down there’ if you point him in the right direction – but I’ve kept it to a baby bottle, a beer bottle, and my nipples; remember if he takes in liquids, then he can enjoy peeing.”

 

“How does it feel?”

“The peeing or the sucking?”

“The suckling.”

*Giggle* “Feels pretty awesome. Easy masturbation for me…”

Ro looked at her daughter, and shifted again, crossed her legs again, and nodded… “And he kept watching the Mary DVD because if he made an ad he’d get a big commission check.”

Jess nodded – and sipped her spiked coffee.

“The more he fought to create the ad – the more times he got – excuse the pun – sucked in. And how did you work in this one?”

“Just swapped them out, and hid the identity, he thought he was watching Mary again; the Twinkle DVD starts with parts of the first one, and morphs into its own spell.”

“How does Steve handle wet diapers?”

“He loves them – and he loves the smell of them too….and speaking of smells…”

Jess paused, got up, went into the kitchen, brought back a hand towel and put it on the coach, then stripped from the waist down, stood near her Mom and said:

“Touch me.”

“Am I touching you where I think you want me to touch you?”

Nod.

The air got thicker – and Ro reached out and touched her daughter’s labia and vagina. “You’re dry.”

“Yes, I am.”

Jess sat down on the towel; uncapped the baby lotion and coated her face and hands. “I’ll be wet in about thirty seconds or so.”

 

Ro’s eyes flickered – and she licked her lips. “How?”

“Pavlov.”

Ro thought, thought some more, and then smiled. “Baby smells means Jess is going to be getting some.”

Jess nodded.

Okay – it’s official-  I’m wet“When did sex get involved”

“The second day, when he jacked off standing in a self-made towel-diaper – and came on my chest and face..”

“And when did it turn from friend-sperm to THE all-important lover’s-sperm?”

“End of January – ‘bout a week or so later when he confessed to me about lying – it was the day after the Colts beat the Pats, and when he dumped a very-VERY hot Lisa for FAT little me – I knew he was serious, and I was on the road back to being, well – being ME again.”

 

Then Jess stood – “Look at the towel.”

A small, but clearly seen damp spot was noted on the dark brown towel.

Ro smiled and re-crossed her legs again, and thought of David. “So you’re showing me this because if I pop-in, I won’t get weirded out?”

*Tears dribbled* Nod.

“Mom – he now thinks he’s been in diapers his whole life – and that’s fine by me because we have a fuckin’ awesome love-life, and we’re great friends, if not soul mates.  LOOK AT ME – have I ever looked better or healthier or happier?”

 

Ro shook her head many times – and grinned.

 

“Just know that I did this to him – and Daddy can NEVER find out. I didn’t want to tell you – but that “X” did something and now every time we try to have a wild and wet romp it’s into the basement we go, and Steve’s just getting totally confused and upset, and can’t get it up.”

“Copper Pipes. Running water?”

Nod.

“Below ground?

Nod.

You’ve learned well young Skywalker…”

Jess wiped away a tear and weakly smiled.

 

“So now what?”

“If I call you to join in – you may – but realize you may be touching the outside of a wet diaper or even a soiled diaper…”

Ro poured more Bailey’s…. “This 3rd DVD makes him move his bowels?”

“Yes – but I’ve never shown him Old MacDonald…”

“HE DOES IT ON HIS OWN?”

*wince* “You’re angry?”

“No, quite the contrary – fuckin’ amazed – what grade did you get?”

“A perfect score.”

“How does he do it on his own?”

“His bowels are as regular as clock work – between 8 and 9a every day – and if he’s overtired or whatever – out it will come.”

*Pause*

 Or…..”

Jess giggled.

Ro’s smile was wide –“you wicked-wicked wonton woman – Or WHAT…??”

“Or like tomorrow morning – when I fake going to the dentist – I will make sure he’s still in a diaper when I leave very early in the morning.”

“………..and……….?”

“The Mary DVD also has immobilized his hands – he cannot undo the disposable diaper tabs without me looking at him.” If he’s in a diaper – and I’m not here – Steve’s going to have a load in his diaper when I get back.”

His hands won’t work?”

“His hands will work on everything BUT the tapes of his diaper……Do you want to change his soiled dypee?”

Ro *wiggled*

“He won’t let you – thankfully – but it will cause him a little fun panic, and I’m sure he’ll be partially erect.”

 

Ro’s eyes danced, and the air hummed, and Jessica picked right up on it. “Yes we had sex that way too – I straddled him, and stroked him and talked him through a very powerful orgasm as he lay in his squishy smelly diaper.”

The air bounced and tightened.

Ro *wiggled* again, and re-crossed her legs. 

“What color was the semen?”

“I got it all the way to dark yellow.”

They bumped knuckles.

“Let the games begin.”

“You’re in?”

“Honey – you couldn’t keep me out if you tried. I already adore Steven – and he just became a whole lot more fun. A little kink is an enjoyable thing.”

 

“But Daddy…

Ro nodded, “my lips are sealed.”

“And Jennifer…”

Ro’s lips tightened – “let’s hope little Matthew is keeping your sister very busy.”

 

The sex was fantastic – there was a partially attached wet diaper, there was finally a bed again, there was the palpable thrill that her Mom and Dad were downstairs, and there was a very happy and enthusiastic Jess, lying next to me in bed - playing and stroking and slurping and touching, and touching and then really touching and just before climaxing the bedroom air quivered and my balls were gently squeezed and Mr. Penis happily emptied all over my stomach and some on Jess’ tongue.

 

David never knew what hit him – but barely out of his Polo and long before a shower - a very wet and wild wife literally tackled him and toppled him into their bed.

 

All around the Fort Wayne household semen was being absorbed at a steady clip.

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“Then fuckin’ Arnie Palmer here duck-hooked it into the parking lot; and almost took out Don and Audrey’s Beemer.”

The group around the table looked at me, and all had a big chuckle. David was in his element and the all were fawning over him. Jess patted my arm, and sipped her wine.

“Honey I thought you told me you and Steve each took thirty bucks off Al and Roger…”

Thank you Ro…

“Yeah – yeah – the kid found his stroke partway thru the back nine – went bogey, bogey, par, par, birdie, bogey to finish the round – but the first twelve holes…for the Love of God did I carry his freakin’ ass.”  He puffed on his cigar and some guy patted his shoulder.

“I need another drink.”

“David – take it to the bar.”

The group around our table quieted down a bit and looked at Ro and looked at David – and waited….

“Ro…”

“David – take it to the bar.”

He nodded, grabbed his stogie, and the entire group shuffled off.

“I’m sorry for my husband.”

“That’s okay – he’s a powerful man, and he’s clearly having a field day telling stories, and showing off his gorgeous girls; so – since we’re on his home turf, I can take a little heat.”

 

Jess on my right, and Ro was on my left, and they each scooted their chairs over a bit, and turned toward me. The candle flame in front of me began to leap and flicker madly – but no breeze had come thru the A-C laden room. The hair on the back of my neck tingled.

“Steve – kiss my hand.”

“My pleasure pretty lady - which one?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

I took her left hand and bent to kiss it – and smelled Desitin. Diaper Rash cream – MY diaper rash cream. I flinched and my cock twitched. I pretended to not catch the scent and returned her hand to the table.  “Thank you my lady.”

“Mom helped me re-diaper you this afternoon while you dozed.”

I kept staring at the flame.

“It was her hand that squeezed your balls, through your diaper, and put you over the top.”

I think I breathed – but am not sure. “It was your tongue in Provincetown…..”

 

Ro cut in – and leaned in. “David will NEVER know. Your secret is safe with me, and I love you even more for trusting my Jess with the diaper-side of you. Most men would have kept it hidden.”

I nodded – but was basically numb.

“Ro?  Ro, can you…”

You are now going to experience some of the greatest sexual pleasure EVER because we both adore you – but for different reasons. You gave me back my daughter – after a lot of mentally silent years. Somehow, some way - but maybe she had to survive Jim to get rewarded by you – I don’t know…but God love you - you’re here and you’re wonderful. I don’t care if you dress up like Little Bo fuckin’ Peep – just always remember to love our Jess, and be faithful and kind.”  

 

“Ro – Ro – can come here for a minute - there’s a guy I…”

 

Ro extended her hand / arm upward as if to say “wait – wait” and talked faster.

“My master calls – Jess – fill in the rest.” She got up, kissed me on the top of the end, put on a million-watt smile and went to join her husband in the lounge.

I simply turned to Jess, and stared. “You had to tell her?”

Jess moved closer and put her hand on my right shoulder and laid her head on my bicep. “Almost every time - since P-town, we’ve been in the basement, right?”

Nod.

“I didn’t want Mom to see us before explaining to her about the diapers, and what it means to US.”

See us?”

“When we channel we’re not physically IN the room – but we are mentally and  then can have fun with each other’s lovers to enhance pleasure.”

I made a face.

“The basement is a block?”

“Water in the pipes, going underground, it all helps block out the connection between the two of us.”

“And this connection……………….?”

“Would you like another drink sir?”

 

I jumped about four feet. “yeah – yeah, Yes I would – a Stoli Seabreeze – and make it a heavy pour, please.”

“Miss?”

Jess shook her head, and the waiter left.

“We only connect when our emotions are fever pitch – and that usually is during sex; and up until the dance-floor in Provincetown, we haven’t connected since I was twenty and in college.”

“You mean our sex hasn’t been fever pitch?  I think I need another drink on top of my coming drink… Jesus, I…….”

Jess giggled.

“The sex has been A-MAZE-ING – but somehow the X they put in our drinks blew out the clogs in my brain, ‘cause all of a sudden Mom and I can connect again, and I’ve missed that – it’s fun – you’ll see.”

 

The waiter put down the drink I think he heard the amazing sex part – Good.

 

“So you had to tell her; okay. I’m afraid, afraid of your Dad, afraid of my diaper stuff being found, afraid of this mental connection stuff, did I mention being really afraid of David finding out? But - *sigh* - I understand.   ANYTHING is better than hiding and slinking around the basement.”

Jess almost broke my neck grabbing and kissing me the way she did.  Ro caught something somewhere – because while I could HEAR David I certainly couldn’t see the short-bugger, or his bride but all of a sudden in mid-hug and kiss my entire body felt like it was swimming in warm honey, and this “honey” found every fold and every opening, and every-everything of my body, and I shuddered with delight.

“Whoa…………………………..”

Emerald eyes looked back at me. “See?” I cupped her face and we kissed – and I don’t care if the entire Country Club was looking – it was a wonderfully wet kiss, and my body shuddered again as “the honey” caressed and coated.

 

Hey you two – get a fuckin’ room…” Giggles and chuckles were heard and we broke the kiss, breathing heavily – and I leaked into my diaper.

 

I sat back, sipped my STRONG beverage – it’s good to be a friend of David’s - and let my head swim….and it wasn’t the Stoli.

 

I really hoped that honey-feeling would happen again.

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A fun quick romp of a chapter

 

Sunday-morning-with-Parents

 

The note on the bedside table was brief – but important… As I said last night – I had our family dentist give me a special appointment this morn –I love you, and want to look my best for YOU – I will think of us while in the chair! 

xoxox  J 

PS – if you really have a problem – Mom can change you; just no fun until I get home….around 10-10:30. 

 

There are certain things that no girlfriend’s mom should have to do, and I was pretty damn sure that changing a boyfriend’s soiled diaper was pretty near the top of that no-go list. So with 8am rapidly approaching I did what any sane person would do – cursed my luck – that by thinking LAST NIGHT with the small-head, which got me into this fine pickle, and made damn sure I didn’t leave the bedroom.

 

My cell-phone rang and it was a Fort Wayne area code – Jess from the doctor’s office?

“Hello?”

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, how I wonder where you are, up above the world so high…like a…

“Hello?”

I put the phone down, stared at it and shifted my legs in bed so that the urine could soak into my diaper easier. Then I sprung out of bed – DRIBBLING was one thing – but a full-out soaking should have cued my brain to do something….!!??  I looked at the wetness indicators and felt the weight, and sighed.

My bowels began to say “hey – the bladder got to go – why not us…?” and I told them to please – oh – please hang on a little longer.

 

I walked around the room, and then counted tiles on the bathroom floor, I switched on the news and tried to concentrate on events of the day – I even watched an info-mercial for a new device that would give me abs of steel in a matter of weeks. By 9:10am I was clearly losing the battle and then just thought YOU WIN, spread my legs and with just a small nudge the warm log slid out and went “ker-plunk” in the rear of my diaper.

 

Now, I was not able to sit down…so I paced and counted the number of steps it took me to cross the room and back, I checked e-mail on my phone, and…

 

“Steven – are you in there?”

“Yeah Ro, I’m uhhhhhhh – am getting dressed.” I tossed sweatpants over the full diaper, and went for a loose jersey.

“Do you want breakfast?”

Yes – I did – but there was no freakin’ way that I was unlocking the door… “Umm, no thanks – still trying to absorb last night’s chat – and my stomach’s a little tender.”

 

I could “feel” Ro smile – and I could hear it in her voice. “Steven, it’s easier to talk if you open the door. I’m sure you at least have pants on by now.”

 

“Ro – I really don’t want to open the door – I’ve got a small problem, and I’ll wait to Jess gets home. Thanks – really – thank you very much for caring.”

 

“WELL IF YOU NEED ME TO CHANGE YOUR DIAPER, JUST COME GET ME OUT BY…”

I RAN to the door and YANKED the door open as fast as I could and a Cheshire Cat-grinning Robyn Redenbacher was standing their taking in the sights and the scents of her daughter’s favorite guy.

“Good morning!”

“David will hear you….!!!!!!!!!!”

“David’s out on the patio enjoying ESPN and a Bloody Mary; I’m going to join him by the pool.”  *Sniff*  “Jess told me that there might be some “mommy” things I could do for you this morning; do you wish my help?”

 

A small part of my brain screamed YES-OH-GOODNESS-YES, because Ro looked absolutely yummy; a one-piece bathing suit cut high on the thigh, and breasts that were damn near perfect, and little-heeled shoes that seemed to make her legs go on forever, the cover-up was just something I’d rip off her so I paid it no mind…

But don’t lie to Jess, and no diaper play were two rules to follow, and I mumbled “no thanks.”

 

“Okay.”

 

Outside by the pool, she picked up her cell, and told Jess she could come home at any time because Steve was very wet and clearly soiled. Jess left the pharmacy parking lot – packed her mouth on one side with a bit of cotton, and drove home.

 

Ro heard her pull in and smiled behind the Journal Gazette and waited for Jess to “call her in.” She looked at David, and satisfied that he was well into the sportscast, she reached a lone finger down and around the leg of her suit and her digit confirmed what the rest of her body was saying – she was SOAKED.

 

A partially garbled - “Shteve?” could be heard coming up the stairs.

I peaked around the door, and it was Jess.

“Are you okay??”

She nodded and came around me and I closed the door.

“Jess – your mom tried to help – but I really didn’t want to – can you help me out of this so I can get some break…”

Jess had THAT look, and my heart skipped a beat, and my dick was trying not to do much of anything but GROW. Even with a mouth with a bit of cotton she sizzled. Her Pixy cut was spiked, her eyes were radiant, the diamonds shone brightly against her tan skin, her nipples were THERE and well – she was amazing.

 

“You’re hurt – let’s postpone this til later.”

She shook her head and kicked off her sneakers and slowly walked herself out of her jeans.

 

“My hands still worff” she mumbled. “You smell all baby-like and Jessie’s body wants to flay…” She yanked off her top, threw it on the bed, and then pushed me back onto it – which caused the stool to move and mash around my scrotum.

Play was an understatement – she was randy and hot, and wanted to get one more swallow of thick male DNA down her throat to make her tooth 100-percent fully grown in.

“Don’t move.”

A warm wash cloth was around my cock and two tapes on each side were down when the room warped and bent, and I knew Ro was in with us.

 

That and the fact that my nipples were being licked – and there was no one near them…Jess was doing the two-fingers-and-a-thumb-routine again and the pressure was perfectly exquisite – and she was gazing hard at me and smiling.

 

“Do you want me to shtop? Say ‘Jess please shtop and clean me up’ and I’ll have you ready for breakfast within ten minutes…  I’ll count to ten – jush say ‘please stop rubbing my cock while I sit in a wet-smelly diaper’ and I’ll hoff off of you……One…Two…Three…Four…you’re not going to shay anything are you?...No cause this is fun…and now there are two of us…two of us to play with our big wet poopy baby… Ten.

 

I was huge and I spread my legs even wider – and unseen hands were pushing and mashing and playing between the bottom of Jess’ ass and the bed spread – and my balls loved every mushy second. I opened my legs as wide as they could go.

“Is there anything more baby-like than a smelly wet diaper?

I nodded no.

“SAY IT OUT LOUD STEVEN…”

“I love my smelly wet diaper.”

“Say it again…” and she began to rub a little slower and a little stronger.

“I love my smelly wet diaper.”

“Again.”

“I love my smelly wet diaper.”

“What do you love?”

“I love my smelly wet diaper. I love my smelly wet diaper. I love my smelly wet diaper. I love my smelly wet diaper. I love my smelly wet diaper. I love my smelly wet diaper….” The chanting rose and rose and the air got positively E-LEC-TRIC.. “I love my smelly wet di….” OH MY GOD JESS…..and I came in gobs and gobs and gobs....

 

I twitched and spasms coursed through my body and all was still – and I felt Jess licking, here and there - lapping my lower abdomen and licking out my belly button, then my cock got a slurp or two – and I shuddered again, and zonked out to sleep.

 

Ro tingled and smiled and stretched and found her most sensitive part and lightly moved her fingers back and forth….looked at her husband, and then got up, went over to the patio chair put her vagina on eye level with her husband and hoped the H-G-H was cruising through his body.

It was.

David rubbed her mound beneath the spandex and led her into the cabana…a wolfish grin across his face.

 

The match had been lit – it was a game the ladies have never played as adults – but each knew by the dizzying array of mental bursts between them that it was time to milk David and Steven’s cocks as much as they could – as often as they could.

 

The more you absorb – the darker the orbs.

If your he cums on your skin – rub it in.

A B-J a day keeps the doctor away.

 

In a matter of minutes the cabana had not two, but three “people” playing – and while Jess DID stay away from her Dad’s genitals - his nipples were kissed into sensitive areas of warmth and delight, and then his souls of his feet were caressed and lapped – and Mom got filled up very quickly and very intensely and she felt her mom just fuckin’ S-M-I-L-E.

 

Ro crept out as David snored on the rumpled bed sheets.

 

And then eleven minutes later – while their donors (and lovers) slept – the two women pranced around the kitchen in just heels, jewelry and thongs, and laughed….rich and full, and both displayed a full set of perfectly white teeth, plus breasts that no longer sagged.

 

“You’ve got an advantage – Steve’s 25 or so years younger than David.”

“Dad’s on H-G-H – his body bounces back quicker.”

“Yeah – but get Steve into a wet diaper and you’ve got an instant erection.”

“I’m famished – and horny.”

“I’ll cook eggs – Steven will have to take care of the other part.”

“Give me a minute.”

 

Jessica marched upstairs, opened the door and gently closed it….and Steve’s MASSIVE baby smells flowed in and up her cute little nose… and her lower lips quivered.

She shed her heels and thong underwear – tiptoed to the bed, and looked down on her wet messy baby still post-climax-dozing on the comforter and her jersey, and straddled his face.

 

I came awake and Jess’ lower region was wet and very very very close by…

“Hello sleepy head.”

I scooted her ass forward and her vagina was right there, and I began to pull and lick and suck and lap, and lap, and lap – keeping my stubbly-chin away from her tender folds and her breathing became ragged, and she played with her breasts and then flooded my chin, forehead and face with her juices.

“Now we’re BOTH wet.”

Her breathing slowed – and she giggled – “I love you.” She then lay on me fully – even over and on my squishy diaper –

“Jess…be careful….”

She kissed me, and then got up, released the tapes of my diaper and bade me to get to the shower. I flushed most of the offending mass down the toilet and got into the shower.

 

Jess walked down the stairs in her Peyton Manning shirt and handed Mom the rolled up smelly diaper – Ro smiled, took it, bagged it 3x’s and sprayed JOY into it, and put in the trash, then Jess took the shirt Steve had been lying on – sniffed it, smiled and threw it in the washer.

 

She looked at the clock – it was only 1:45 – there was plenty of day to go… “don’t wallow in it – swallow it.”

 

Jess walked back to her mom and said – “I’d like to make a toast.”

Ro – touched each of her nipples – smiled and went to get to glasses off the bar. “Wine or the real stuff.”

“Steven likes Stoli – in honor of my guy - get the real stuff.”

Ro fetched two rocks glasses, and the bottle, and plunked them down on the kitchen counter, then got a tumbler full of ice.

 

“You know your dad’s DNA is dripping out of me.”

“My tongue got coated.”

 

The glasses were filled with a healthy splash of vodka.

 

“Cheers – we’re each at ‘one victory’ on the sperm-fest. First lover to three – or better wins!”

 

“Mom - *giggle* we can’t get any younger – I’m almost back to 25 and you’re what – about 40?  If we keep this up, my vagina will be hairless and you’ll be a teenager dating Daddy.”

 

“I don’t know if the anti-aging process has a limit or not…”

 

They both laughed – full and rich….bumped knuckles – downed their shots, and said ‘GAME ON.”

 

“I love you Mom.”

“I love you my darling, welcome home.”

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That was so darn good. I loved it. How hot would it be if women could actually do that.  At first I was a little confused but then when I understood that they had this special ability I was enthralled. Then add the beneficial effects that cum has on them and it’s even better. Throw in a diaper on top of all that and you have heaven. So worth the like I could give it. Now I want more. 

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