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Good morning, all! So, "It's Just a Party" that I posted a short while back did better than I anticipated. It was my first time writing a story that was more fetish-heavy than others. As I mentioned previously, I'm considering making a series of short (or shorter) stories, and compiling them into something that could be purchased through Kindle. This next story is something I'm not finished with yet. The plan is to release a new chapter once a week (kind of like how our favorite TV shows make us wait ;) ). It's another story idea that I had initially written an intro for many, many years ago, and just never got around to writing. Some chapters will be shorter than others, but I hope you enjoy it. Here's Chapter 1:

Chapter 1

You probably wouldn’t believe me if I told you, but I’m a bit of a computer geek, although you wouldn’t know it at first glance. Physically, I don’t exactly fit the bill of “geek”; I’m a little over five feet, am “fit” with just a few curves, and developed rather nicely during puberty. While most guys approach me with the “Hey, let’s do it” routine, I’m far too socially awkward to play those kind of games. That’s not to say I haven’t been intimate with someone before, but that was a long time ago, and honestly, the person I did it with was extremely boring. He had no mystery to him, no sense of humor, and at one point turned down sex for a midnight release of some lame video game that sucked. I was looking for someone with a lot more spice to them. A little geeky, a little dorky, and a whole lot of privacy.

As for my computer skills, I’m not really sure how I learned to do what I do. At a young age, I was fascinated with computers, and growing up with the Internet's evolution, I found myself more and more glued to the computer screen, wanting to crack every code, access every file, and find out every little thing about whichever interesting person I’d “meet” next. I've got a knack for putting pieces together with very little information and I love researching things.

Now before you judge me and tell me I’m an awful woman for “being one of those criminal hackers,” just keep in mind that I don’t steal anyone’s money or identity, and I don’t try to get into big corporate web sites and ruin their day. I’m just curious, to a fault, and I know that some people have a tendency to hide things about themselves that they may not want others to see. Something about that knowledge drives me to sometimes do ridiculous things. This is the story about how I found Michael Johansen, also known as IttyBittyBabyBear84. At least, by the online community he’s part of, anyway.

How I first met Michael was a complete accident. He works at the local computer store, Roman’s RAM & More, and it just so happened that I needed new thermal paste to keep my PC cool. Sure, I could’ve ordered it online, but even with 2 day shipping, it would’ve taken all weekend to get to my place. Me being my normal, awkward self, didn’t think to call ahead to ask if they had it.

The inside of the store was extremely organized. PC monitors were in their own area, and so were printers, hard drives, graphics cards, RAM. Just about everything had one of those anti-theft spider devices wrapped snugly around them, and for good reason. This stuff wasn’t cheap! Still, they had a lot to offer, and I could see an older woman in the store with a gentleman about 5’7” with black hair, and a clean-shaven baby face. He adjusted his glasses and looked up at me with his blue eyes, quietly saying, “Hi, I’ll be right with you, ma’am,” with a genuine smile. His eyes practically pled to be released from his current conversation, and I was about to find out why. His current customer kept pointing to what I presumed to be her laptop on the counter between the two, occasionally scoffing or throwing her hands in the air. I casually walked by and headed towards where I thought the thermal paste would be, eavesdropping like a pro the entire time.

“This is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard,” the woman complained, “what do you mean you won’t fix this for free?!”

“As I explained before,” the man calmly replied, “we aren’t the manufacturer of the computer. I specifically remember selling you this computer a few years ago and offering you the extended service plan through us so that if this happened, we’d be able to fix it for free, and you declined, as I showed you on the receipt 10 minutes ago.”

“Whatever,” the woman yelled, “I want this fixed, and I want it fixed now.”

“I can fix it for you if you’d like, but it will take a couple of days for the power supply to get here. There isn’t a compatible power supply for this particular laptop in stock right now.  I can order it this morning if you wa-”

“That isn’t now, is it? And let me guess, you people are gonna charge me an arm and a leg, huh?!”

“Well, your replacement power supply is...let’s see...ah, I found one for only $59.99. When I get it here, it’ll take a few hours to get done since there are other folks ahead of you getting their stuff fixed.”

“Oh, that’s just great. And how much is that gonna cost me?”

This woman was downright awful. Her emphasis on words made me want to slap her each time she did it, but I kept my mouth shut for a little longer, since the man was being so nice. I had to give him credit, too. He was handling it much better than I would’ve been!

“$150.00. I can take 10 percent off since we didn’t have that power supply in stock today.”

“Highway robbery! So it’ll be $200 to fix this piece of crap that you people sold me!?”

“If you want it fixed sooner than later, then yes. Or, as I also mentioned earlier, you can call the number on the sticker beneath your laptop and tell them what’s going on. Just keep in mind they’ll make you ship your computer out, and that could also take quite a bit of time for them to fix and return to you.”

“Ugh, and there’s nothing you can do to help me?!”

The man sighed, his brow furrowing as he tried his best to keep his composure. Something about seeing this baby-faced employee (whom at the time I didn’t know was Michael) getting upset made me want to help him. I walked back towards the two, listening to the woman as she continued belittling the man and the store. Now remember, I’m pretty socially awkward, and this means that sometimes I tend to have no filter, especially when someone is annoying me.

“Lady,” I huffed, “he just told you how he can help you, and I’m sure he told you a thousand times before I got here. Pay the man and let him fix your shit, or call the manufacturer.”

“Would you mind your own business?” the woman barked at me.

“Okay, two things: One, your ‘business’ can be heard from across the street. And two, stop using emphasis on unnecessary words. You’re making me want to box my own ears.”

She looked utterly defeated, stammering and fumbling over her next response. Michael’s eyes widened, as if astonished by my sass, not knowing I was actually very anxious and anticipated a potential shouting match with this awful human being.

“Which one is it, lady? You gonna let the man help you or what?”

“Who are you?” she huffed.

“Just a nobody who really hates people like you. Keep it up and I’ll record the rest of this conversation and show the whole town how ridiculous you’re acting. I’m sure it’ll be great explaining that during your next candle party.”

That was it. I’d verbally cut her down. The woman quietly scoffed some more, looking at Michael, hoping for some intervention. Michael backed away, however, probably not wanting to get caught in the crossfire. After a few awkward seconds of silence, the woman picked up her laptop and quietly walked out the door, realizing her utter bitchery with every step.

“Um…” Michael quietly said, his cheeks red as he scratched the back of his head.

“Guess I came in at the right time. Sorry,” I took a deep breath, “I don’t usually do that, but she was just-”

“-awful, I know. 30 minutes, I’ve been dealing with her, and I’ve already been having a bad day. Thank you. You said exactly what I was thinking.”

“Hey, I’m like your knight in shining armor! Erica to the rescue! I’m Erica, by the way.” I said with a shrug.

“Michael. Can’t say I’ve ever met someone so noble before!” he joked, making us both laugh.

Not only cute, but funny to boot! And my odd behavior hadn’t scared him away!

“So, Erica. Um, what can I help you with?” Michael asked.

“Well, I need thermal paste. My rig is overheating and it looks like it just needs a new coat.”

“You have a rig?” he asked, surprised.

“Hells yeah, I have a rig!” I exclaimed.

The two of us talked for quite some time about our rigs (for those of you who don’t know what these are, they’re just computers...on steroids...and cost lots and lots of money. I won’t bore you all with the details of the conversation, but I will tell you that something in the way Michael’s interaction with me gave me the indication that he took a liking to me; the look in his eyes, the shyness in his smile, the way his little baby-faced cheeks lit up when he realized how passionate we both were about our computers. I had no complaints on my end, and honestly, I  found it to be quite amusing and adorable.

After our nerd session, Michael walked me to where the thermal paste was, looking intently until he found it.

“Aha! Right here. Just a little over five bucks.” Michael crouched down, reaching for the thermal paste.

A little more about me: I think a man’s ass is amazing. No, that doesn’t mean all men’s asses are amazing. There are some that just aren’t attractive, and there are also some guys who are so douchey that their nice ass doesn’t seem deserved. I couldn’t help but sneak a peek at Michael’s butt, and found...and heard...something interesting.

The back of his shirt looked like it had become untucked. His dark blue jeans outlined his firm rear, but at the top of his waistband, I swore I saw something thick and white.

A diaper? I thought. No, that must be the top of his boxers.

And then a light rustling, crinkling sound could be heard. It was definitely a diaper! Was he incontinent? Poor guy! Michael appeared to try covering this up with a few coughs, and as he stood back up, he pulled his shirt down, his cheeks a bit red. I think he almost anticipated that I’d ask about what I heard, but he didn’t see me checking him out, and I simply played dumb. I took the thermal paste from him and smiled, walking over to the cash register. Michael, on the other hand, stayed in place for a bit, adjusting his shirt and pulling up his jeans a little before heading over.

“I hope this works!” I said, trying to ease any suspicion or potential tension.

“Yeah, it should! But, please come back if it doesn’t.” Michael offered, making me smile.

“You’re just too sweet!” I said as I handed him the cash.

He quickly rung me out before placing my item in a small plastic bag, along with the receipt. And still, I couldn’t help but grow more curious about the diaper. This made my brain start asking more questions: Did he get into an accident? Was he sick? Did his significant other know? Did he even have a significant other? Something about quickly had me fixated on finding the answers.

“Here you go, Erica. And again, thanks a lot for your help today with that woman.”

“You’re very welcome. Glad I could help!” I smiled, looking around the counter. “Oh! Do you have a business card or something? I figure I’ll call you first if something doesn’t work out.”

“Oh, sure! Here. Call me or email me, or just come in. I’ll be happy to help.” Michael gave me another shy smile as he handed me the card.

I took the card and thanked him, exiting the store. Yeah, I’m sly like that. Examining the card, I saw that it had his full name and title, email address, and phone number. Apparently, he was the Assistant Manager of the store.  I would use this information to satiate my curiosity, and let me tell you: things got pretty interesting from there!

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You simply can't leave us hanging here for a week, baying for another Chapter, especially after those last 6 words.  Are you serious? One week?  That's like, umm, torture or something!

Are you looking for us to throw a tantrum now?

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Throws bat and ball, and storms off...

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50 minutes ago, Shade_Koopa said:

The beginning didn't hold my interest to well. Once Michael was introduced, it peeked my interest. Curious to read more. 

I had the pleasure of reading the 2nd chapter and I can promise that it only gets better from this point on. It is definitely worth the wait. 

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Good morning! It's a new week, which means it's a new chapter! :) Enjoy! 

Chapter 2

I always wondered why some businesses put the full names of their employees on business cards. It seems so invasive and unsafe in this day and age. However, it makes life easier for me when I’m doing my homework on someone. In fact, in the past, it helped me avoid some rather unfaithful guys. Take Justin, the guy who swore up and down that I was “the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on.” Whether or not that was the alcohol talking is still up for debate, but he drunkenly gave me a business card and then sent me a social media friend request.

It wasn’t long before I found out that in addition to having a criminal record, ol’ Justin had a lot of people whom he swore up and down were the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on. He was persistent when I started turning him down, and when he didn’t get the hint, I emailed him everything I found; social media comments on random women, his criminal history...the list goes on. Needless to say, Justin left me alone shortly after, making sure to call me a “crazy bitch” in the process. I prefer curious bitch, though.

As for Michael Johansen? Things got pretty interesting, pretty quickly. It took me maybe 10 minutes to fix my rig, and then I got right to work, sleuthing like I always do.

At first, everything seemed pretty run of the mill with him; social media profiles all checked out (he loved puns. And when I say “loved” I mean, LOVED. Every day was a new pun), no criminal record, everyone seemed to like him. Social media’s a funny thing, though. People are so in love with sharing their...everything, with the world, forgetting that they leave a digital trail of clues and openings into their past. So when I dug a little further, I found a point in time about two years prior, where Michael had apparently had a really bad breakup. His friends kept telling him to make an online dating profile to see what would happen, and he did. My curiosity sent me there, and it looked like a profile that he hadn’t used in quite some time, but never deleted. And again, Michael had poured his heart and soul into his profile, mentioning that nobody quite understood him or that he never felt like himself around people he’d been with in the past. Poor guy! But...what was it that nobody understood? Why didn’t he feel like himself around others?

The next couple of hours were spent digging even deeper into whatever I could find online about Michael. I never found anything about him being in an accident, or anything mentioning him being incontinent. This only increased my suspicion and made me flex my research muscles a little more. Was he wearing diaper for pleasure? And if so, what made him do such a ballsy move in public? Anyone could’ve called him out on it if they saw noticed.

Next came the challenging but fun part. See, it’s not terribly hard to find what you’re looking for online, as long as you know where and how to find it. In this case, I wanted to find out if there were any clues about people who liked wearing diapers for fun within a certain vicinity of my location (I’m not a prude, either! I’ve found quite a bit of interesting things on the internet and am not afraid of all of it!). No, it’s never a guarantee, but there are cases where people slip up and accidentally give themselves away in a post, or something similar.

For starters, I first typed, “adult babies, Jansville, WI” in the search bar, and started from there. The first few results led to various online fetish communities, with the rest of the results revealing random porn sites and diaper-related fanfictions that I won’t read so not to further ruin my childhood.

Refining my search, I then added, “male, computer” into the search engine, thinking it might lead me to more results if Michael mentioned his occupation on one of these sites. Still nothing concrete, so the deducing continued for quite some time...without much luck. Still, I had to know. And yes, I’m well aware that I could’ve just asked him about what I saw, but it’s not like I’d have straight up asked, “Hey, Michael! What’s with the diaper around your waist?” or yanked his pants down and pointed, asking for an explanation. I mean, yeah, that’d be kind of fun, but I’m not mean like that.

Going back to the drawing board, I opened Michael’s social media profiles, looking at some recent posts. A few weeks before, there had been a robbery that took a turn for the worst in the pizzeria in town. Nobody died, but the robber did beat up the pizzeria owner pretty bad. Michael had posted something about it on his social media, talking about how awful the robber was.

I typed in “pizzeria robbery, Jansville, adult baby, diaper,” in the search engine and clicked the button. There, buried beneath the first few results, was a post on an adult baby forum. The topic read, “Seriously?! Who Robs a Pizzeria?!” Could this have been it? Taking a deep breath, I clicked the link, and was sent to adult baby community’s website where the details of the post were. The topic was started by user IttyBittyBabyBear84, the day after the robbery happened. It talked about the robbery right here in Jansville, and was worded nearly identical to what Michael had posted on his social media page. A slew of replies were found as well, some from this particular user, one reading the following:

 

Yeah, it’s crazy. It was only a couple of blocks from the computer shop I work for. This doesn’t usually happen in my town, so it was a shock to everyone. We don’t have anything other than panic buttons at my store. It makes me a bit nervous that at any time, someone could just come in and rob the store. I’m not much of a fighter, but I guess if someone was going to kick my ass, at least the diapers would lessen the blow a bit!

 

Computer store? In Jansville? By the pizzeria? Diapers? This had to be Michael. I clicked on IttyBittyBabyBear84’s avatar, a baby blue bear wearing a very thick looking diaper and sucking a pacifier, and was brought to his user page. His age was 34, and he indicated on his profile that he lived “in South Wisconsin”, which is what a lot of people in Jansville say when people ask where it is. The profile also revealed he was part AB, part DL, which I soon found (thanks to my research) meant adult baby and diaper lover. I was onto him.

The more research I did, the more the puzzle pieces fit together...and the more I found out about Micharl’s little hobby, no pun intended. It looked like the bad breakup I’d discovered earlier was a result of his fetish, and it also looked like he struggled quite a bit with feeling lonely and stressed out. Some posts indicated he sometimes wore diapers because it turned him on, and other times it was strictly for comfort.

All of his fantasies were there, too, from being randomly but playfully forced into diapers and babied by “a loving but mischievous girlfriend” to having someone sweetly speak to him and cuddle and cradle him, comforting him while he wore his diapers. The list went on, but we’d be here all day if I told you everything.

Things took an even more interesting turn when I refreshed IttyBittyBabyBear84’s profile page, and happened to find a new post. This one read, “Almost Got Caught Today” in the title.

“Aha!” I said aloud, clicking the link immediately, being led to another post:

 

So, everyone. I’ve been feeling pretty awful this week and decided to wear to work, thinking it’d help cheer me up a bit. It was going pretty good! But this awful woman started yelling at me when I couldn’t fix her computer. I was so stressed that I literally wanted to cry, or shout at her, or do anything to make her go away. Then, this really pretty, short brunette with these hazel eyes intervened and scared the old woman off! It was amazing! She was really sweet, and really sassy, and she freaking loves PCs! She loves them probably as much as I do! We talked about our rigs for a while!

But anyway, this sweet woman needed thermal paste, so I led her to it, and I was so dumbfounded and distracted by how nice and pretty she was, that I didn’t realize my shirt had untucked from the back of my pants. There’s no way she DIDN’T hear my diaper, and I think she might’ve seen it, too. I swear I could almost feel her eyes checking out my butt when I was bending down.

 

Thank God she didn’t say anything. I’d be ruined. I’d have probably quit my job and moved away. Granted, I could’ve probably gotten away with telling her I was incontinent or something, but then I’d feel like an asshole for lying to such a beautiful woman. Never wearing a diaper to work AGAIN.

This was it! The absolute proof I needed that it was Michael! I clicked my tongue and “tsk’d” my screen, smiling by what I’d found. No, I wasn’t going to use this to ruin Michael, because as I said before, he’s cute. And honestly, after reading more of his backstory, I felt kinda bad for him. But, being the silly and awkward woman I am, I thought it’d be a little fun to maybe toy with him a bit, even convincing myself that it might be fun to indulge the guy..or, baby guy..or little guy? Dude? Person? The itty, bitty, baby bear. And who knew that it’d lead to him becoming my itty bitty baby bear? My next visit would be quite fun!

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Evenin'! Here is Chapter 3 for you!

Chapter 3

Interesting, isn’t it? The lives we lead others to believe we live, all while hiding or struggling with something that most people don’t even know about. I’m a geek, and while most people know that, they don’t have a clue about my seemingly unhealthy obsession with having to research the hell out of something to get my answers. I don’t really see a need to share it with anyone and everyone around me, but I know that guys I’ve dated in the past would eventually find out. Some took it well, some didn’t seem to really understand or care, and others said it was really weird and would soon end our relationship. It never really hurt me, though, but it also wasn’t a big deal for me, because it’s who I was. It was a part of me that I would never let go of.

Michael’s a genuinely good guy who also liked being cared for, and held, and diapered, and waited on hand and foot. Aside from his little pizzeria post, he was actually very good at keeping his double life a secret. And a lot of posts in the community he was part of reflected this, as well as him feeling constantly torn between accepting it and hating it.

It’s strange (even stranger than all five feet of me), but reading more into Michael’s “other life” as he called it, it became evident that even with many failed attempts of him trying to walk away from the diapers and adult baby stuff, he simply could not. He’d even gone so far as to recently write that he didn’t even care if someone he was in a relationship with wasn’t into the fetish. He just wanted them to acknowledge that it was there so he wouldn’t have to hide it from them (although, he did also mention that having someone indulge him would be a nice bonus).

Something stirred in me, though I couldn’t put my finger on what at the time. Part of me figured it was my overwhelming curiosity, or maybe I even felt bad for the guy, having to hide a part of him forever. I wanted to help him bring it out, even if that’s all I could do for him. Granted, there was a chance that he’d get very upset if he found out what I did to discover his secret, but I had a few ideas to see if I could draw it out of him and see it for myself. Thus began my plan!

The next day, I decided to pay Michael a visit at his store again. Despite having his number and not really even needing to buy anything else at that time, I thought it better to see him in person. Walking into Roman’s RAM & More, there were three other people in the store this time, one with Michael and the other two perusing. When Michael saw me, his cute baby face lit up immediately. He gave a genuine smile and waved, whispering, “I’ll be with you in a sec!” before helping his current customer.

Being the awkward, living antithesis of a social butterfly that I am, I paced from section to section, taking a peek at different video cards printers, mouse and keyboard combos, and other things I had no need for at the time. It wasn’t long before Michael finished up with his current customer, and he hurried over to me, a bottled water in his hand. The bottle was clearly cold, as condensation on the outside dripped with every little movement.

Before he got to me, I called out, “Uh oh. You’re leaking!” I was of course referring to his water bottle, but he didn’t know that, and the comment caught him off guard.

Michael’s face burned as he chuckled nervously, not quite understanding what I was referring to right away.

“Your water bottle, silly!” I joked, pointing to the drops of water getting all over the floor.

“Oh! Haha! Yeah, it happens sometimes! But anyway, um, hi, Erica!” he said in a flustered tone.

“Hello there, Michael.”

“Did the thermal paste work okay?”

“Like a charm,” I replied, “it took longer to take my rig apart than to put the actual paste on!”

Knowing that being too straightforward would make Michael suspicious, I chose to only dance around his little diapered secret a little at a time, adding a few fibs here and there, just to see his reaction.

“Ugh, I know how that goes,” he sighed, “all that work for one measly step! But, I’m glad it worked, and it’s good to see you again!”

“Likewise! I mean, it’s pretty cool in here, and before a couple of days ago, I never really checked the place out. Hell, I haven’t checked a lot of places out in a while.”

“Oh? Busy?”

“Yeah, especially this past week. Between work, messing around with my rig, and babysitting.”

Michael looked a little surprised by the last part of my sentence. Just to be clear, I hadn’t been babysitting. This was another means of toying with him a bit, to which I continued.

“What? I don’t look like the babysitting type?” I smirked.

“O-ohh, it isn’t that,” Michael replied quickly, “it’s just that I saw how you were with that unruly customer, and I know some kids can be quite unruly themselves.”

With surgical precision, I made my next move with a fib, remembering some of Michael’s fantasies he’d posted.

“Kids can indeed be unruly. But, babies are pretty easy…..and so adorable! I’ve been babysitting my little nephew. He’s just a little over a year old. Babies are a lot of work, but I just love giving them snuggles, and patting their little diapered butts, and bouncing them in my arms, and feeding them, and, ugh! Listen to how ridiculous I’m sounding.”

“N-no, it’s okay, Erica!” Michael said, pulling at his collar.

I was getting to him, alright. His face was a dead giveaway, as if what I was saying triggered something in him.

“Michael, you’re looking flustered! Is someone jealous?” I made a pouty face, eliciting a huge blush from Michael.

He looked down and coughed into his arm a bit, trying to distract himself from what I was saying.

“N-not at all. It just-you just sound like you’re a great babysitter, is all.”

“I like to think I am. Most little ones I’ve babysat have taken a liking to me. And I almost have a sixth sense when it comes to knowing when someone's got a wet or stinky diaper, too! Well, not so much the stinky part. That just takes a few sniffs. But I’ve got no issues with changing any diaper that comes my way. No matter how big or small, how wet or messy!”

“U-um, yeah.” Michael nodded with a shy laugh.

His face was still quite red. Was he imagining me doing all of this to him? Most likely. The way he subconsciously hid his face, looked around, and wiggled during my part of the conversation told me he was getting very embarrassed. And again, it was so darn cute! I could’ve just pinched his blushing red cheeks and coaxed it out of him some more, but I didn’t want to get that much into it while the poor guy was at work. One thing I did notice was that he didn’t appear to be wearing a diaper. I couldn’t hear it if he was, anyway, and I wasn’t about to check out his butt.

“Ugh, there I go again. Sorry. I tend to go off on rants.” I lied.

“Like I said, it’s fine. So, um, just checking things out here?”

“Yeah. That, and I wanted to tell you that you saved me a lot of trouble by not having to order what I needed online! So, thank you!”

“You’re welcome. And, thank you for the other day, Erica. I really appreciate that. It’s been a pretty rough few weeks, and I don’t think I could’ve made it through the other day without your help.”

“Aww, I’m sorry, but I’m glad I could help!”

“More than you might think! And actually, um…” Michael stammered.

“What is it?”

“...well, as a thank you, would you be open to grabbing a coffee or drink sometime?”

Didn’t I tell you? Interesting stuff! Now personally, I didn’t have a real desire to get into any type of long and meaningful relationship. No, that doesn’t mean I like to fool around, either. I just wasn’t really looking for anything in particular. But again, this desire to help Michael and to further delve into the world of curiosity was too big to ignore.

“Ohhh, is someone asking me on a date?” I asked with a wink.

“W-well, I mean. It doesn’t have to be a date, per se. Maybe just get to know each other a little more outside of work. But, I mean, I’m totally cool if you’re not okay with that.”

“How cute! But, I think that sounds good, actually. I’m not terribly good with remembering certain things, so here.”

I dug through my purse, pulling out a small piece of paper before looking around for a pen. Michael conveniently had one in his shirt pocket, so I pulled it, making him laugh. I scribbled my number down, writing my name with an awful drawing of a face smirking and handing it to him.

“This is my number. Just shoot me a text or something later when you’re off work. We’ll figure out a time. And don’t ghost me, because I’ll beat you up if you do.”

“Wait, what? I’d never-” Michael looked surprised as he took my number.

“-Ha, I know! I’m only kidding. Or am I?” I gave a menacing stare and did my best impersonation of an evil laugh, making Michael laugh and everyone else in the store look over at us.

“W-well, I will definitely reach out to you a little later. Thank you.”

“Any time, Michael! I’ll see you soon, or else!” I winked before leaving the store.

Phase one was complete. I toyed around with him, and was now curious as to whether he’d post something about it online. I’d press the issue a little more during this little get together. It did make me wonder how he’d react if he found out I was researching him so much. My guess at the time was that he’d be equal parts upset, angry, and terribly nervous that I’d say something to everyone. That isn’t what I wanted, though. No, I wanted to see if this man was as genuine, as “him” in real life as he was online. And while I still couldn’t quite put my finger on it, I wanted to explore my own motivation for wanting to help Michael.

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Hello! Chapter 4 is ready for you! Enjoy! :)

 

Chapter 4

 

IttyBittyBabyBear84 posted, 4 hours ago:

 

Guys (and gals)! You will NOT believe what happened? So remember the other day when I told you about the really pretty and nice woman who came in and scared off that rude customer?

 

She came in today! I thought she was coming in to return what she bought, but we just chatted for a bit. I guess she didn’t see my diaper the other day (or thought nothing of it).

 

It was a little embarrassing, though. We just got to talking about how busy we were, and then she started really going off on this babysitting tangent. I was pretty red, but I think I held my composure pretty well.

 

But wait! There’s more! I mustered up the courage to ask her to grab a coffee or drink, and SHE SAID YES! I was sooo freaking nervous. I was almost anticipating a hard no, but she seemed very receptive and she gave me her number! Even if it doesn’t turn into anything more than just a friendship, it...no, she, really made my day!

 

Of course, I will always wonder what she’d have said if she knew I wore diapers sometimes. But, I’ll keep you posted!

 

Oh, Michael...if you only knew! I thought to myself with a giggle, upon finishing up his forum post.

He received quite a few replies in such a brief period of time, most of which were supporting and congratulating him. Others went off into fantasy land, telling Michael that maybe I’d baby him on the first date and other silly things like that. In fact, there seemed to be quite a strange mix of people in this online community. Some were very mature about their fetish, offering generally good advice and support, while others seemed solely focused on the fetish and seemed to have misconceptions about how the world worked and how real relationships worked. Michael fit the former, aside from the occasional fantasy post (but hey, who doesn’t have a fantasy? Sexual or not, there’s always a dream scenario or three!).

I crept Michael’s social media feed next, knowing he wouldn’t post the same thing there. However, he did again mention his excitement about getting my phone number and having a great day. It was cute, really! And again, all of his friends and family replied with praise and were quite supportive. He seemed like a decent guy while at work, too. I was curious to see how he'd be when we went out. Hopefully he wouldn't be a jerk to those working at whatever food place we'd end up going to. I hate that with an undying passion. Why would anyone be rude to people handling their food?! You're asking to have it spat on or prepared with little or no passion. “Please” and “thank you” are two phrases that are so fundamentally easy to use, and yet I have seen (and have been on dates with) people who are downright rude. That's a dealbreaker for me, to a point where I've ended friendships over it.

Throughout the rest of the day, I kept wondering when would Michael actually reach out to me. I didn’t think to ask when he left work, but I figured since the store closed at 7PM, he’d get home about 30 minutes after that. How did I figure that, you ask? Why, the internet, of course! Public records are a wonderful (and available) thing, even if they aren't as challenging as the other means of getting the information I'm looking for.

About 8PM that night, I got a text message from a number I didn't recognize, and immediately assumed it was Michael; I was right.

Hey, Erica! :) It's Michael from the computer store. Sorry I didn't text sooner. I got held up at work and didn't get home until a little while ago.

Hmm, grammatically correct texting? Was he trying to impress me? Because it was working!

Michael! No need to apologize, I responded, I figured that was the case. Or that I intimidated you to a point where you wouldn't end up sending me anything at all. ;)

No way! I mean, you intimidated me at first, but I think I understand your sense of humor now, haha.

One of the many things to understand about me. I replied.

Same goes for me! But anyway, I just wanted to see if you have any good times for when you wanted to hang out. I'm free all day tomorrow, as well as Monday evening.

Some might say that Michael seemed a bit eager to grab a drink with me in such a short period of time. In most cases, that'd be true. However, I was just as eager to roll the ball even further.

Tomorrow sounds great! What time?

There was a good 10 minutes of nothing before Michael sent back, Oh, awesome! Is 10:00AM too early? We could grab a coffee, or some food, or whatever.

Coffee IS my best friend...10 sounds great. Is Mugamania too far for you to meet me?

Mugamania, it is! I'll see you tomorrow at 10! :)

Okay! And don't be late!

I swore I could almost feel the giddy vibe in Michael's text message. He was probably wiggling and yelling and jumping for joy. I started planning and imagining how the conversation would go with Michael. It'd be him, getting all fidgety and worried as I kept making subtle references to diapers and things of that nature, baiting him to bring that side of him out of hiding. Yes, some of this was to tease him, but not really in a mean way. Judging by how seriously he took his lifestyle preference, I hoped to show him that it was okay to make light of it; sort of break down his defenses, if you will. Being genuinely curious about something that was clearly important and nerveracking for Michael, I knew that asking him about it outright would make him very uncomfortable. This little coffee date would be quite fun for both of us!

* * *

Sunday morning, the morning of our date, I woke up at about 6:30. I know, I know. It's so early for a weekend! But, I've always been an early riser, because sleeping past 9AM always made me feel like I lost half my morning. I took my sweet time waking up, rolling out of bed and eventually showering. I didn't really eat anything for breakfast, nor did I have coffee, as Mugamania had some killer apple strudel!

Michael was so cute when he texted me that morning, probably since he didn't know what time I normally woke up. His message that morning read:

Good morning, Erica! I hope I'm not texting you too early, and I'm sorry in advance if I am. Just wanted to tell you I'm still on for this morning at 10! I don't want to get beat up or anything. ;)

Again, he sent a grammatically correct and witty text message! Not the, “hey, u up lol” or the “wyd this morning” I was so accustomed to.

How dare you wake me from my beauty sleep?! I replied, giggling to myself before continuing, I'm kidding. See you at 10!

Michael responded with a smiley face, and before I knew it, it was time to leave. Mugamania was only a 12 minute drive from my place, and thankfully traffic wasn't too terrible on the way there. Did I mention that I'm early to just about everything? I almost always give myself an extra 10 to 15 minutes for any appointment, date, event...whatever...that I go to. Michael seemed to be the same way, for as soon as I pulled into my parking spot, I could see him getting out of his car. Mind you, it was only 9:50 when I showed up.

Before exiting my car, I noticed what Michael had on: pair of comfy-looking, relaxed fit jeans on, as well as gray sneakers and an off-green hoodie that appeared to be a size or two too large. But hey, sometimes swimming in clothing isn't a bad thing! As for me, I had on jeans, light brown boots, a long-sleeve shirt, and a puffy black vest. Being that it wasn't exactly a date, I didn't feel the need to dress up, and apparently, neither did Michael.

As I got out of my car and closed the door, Michael came over and greeted me with a warm, “Hey! Good morning!”

Without a thought, I gave the baby-faced bear of a man a hug; something I don't think he was expecting. Still, he responded by putting his arms around me and hugging me in return. It was so freaking adorable, too, as I heard him let out a happy sigh! He was probably so nervous, but it was obvious by the way he hugged me back that he loved hugs, too. I remember reading somewhere that hugging someone even for just a few seconds can ease their stress and help them live longer. Crazy, right? But yay, science!

Morning, sunshine!” I exclaimed. “How was the rest of work yesterday?”

Not too bad! I was pretty tired by the end of the day, though.”

I've got days like that, too. You'd think working as a research analyst wouldn't be too taxing on the body, but staring at data all day makes my head spin!”

I can only imagine! Work definitely lets me get my steps in! Well, let's get some coffee!” Michael smiled as he led us to the inside of Mugamania.

I know I've mentioned the place a gazillion times by now, so let me just tell you about how insane this place is. From the outside, Mugamania looks like it's very small since it's part of a series of storefronts. However, the inside is so long and full of little cafe tables and chairs, plush couches, plants, various coffee decor...the whole nine yards! Even more interesting is that, in addition to having some of the best coffee and food in town, certain areas of the cafe almost appeared to be soundproof. You could talk amongst yourselves at the same time as another party close by, and you'd never hear each other.

It was unusually quiet in there that morning (not that I was complaining). Michael got a vanilla bean latte and three blueberry scones, while I grabbed a cappucino and some apple strudel. As soon as I reached into my purse to pay for my stuff, Michael took a $20 bill out and handed it to the cashier.

You didn't have to do that, Michael.” I said, playfully smacking his arm.

I know. I wanted to!”

I thanked him before we headed over to one of the corners of the cafe, plopping down on the plush chairs across from one another. We each took our time enjoying our food and drinks, making small talk with one another. Michael told me he'd been working at his store for about three years, as one of his friends owned it and thought he'd be a good fit. I told Michael about my job as a research analyst at Jansville University, having landed the job shortly after graduating.

What do you do for fun?” Michael asked before sipping his latte.

Ohh, you know. Research the living hell out of people that intrigue me to a borderline insane level, creep on others to see if they are creeps themselves. The usual, you know?

Well, I game a lot, hence the rig.” I answered.

That makes two of us! I'm huge into action and adventure games, but not so big on the multiplayer stuff, unless it's co-op.”

Yeah, the online community is really toxic in a lot of games these days. I'll try anything that catches my eye, to be honest. That goes for both gaming and real life.”

Heh, yeah. I tend to keep an open mind as well! Can't really judge others if we've got our own quirks.”

Ohh, quirks, eh?” I prodded, “might I inquire as to what quirks you have?”

I stirred my drink while smirking, trying to get Michael flustered. IT seemed to work, as he stammered and fumbled over his words a bit.

Well, I mean. I start shutting down hard when people are being mean or rude to me, for onw.” he chuckled. “Also, after I realize that there's an odd number of stairs on a staircase, I have to land on the next floor with my left foot.”

This made me giggle, even though I was hoping he'd delve a little into his fetish. Still, I knew there was no way it'd just be brought to the table outright.

Those are pretty odd! But, I have to always stop in the middle of tiles at the mall. Never on the lines. I don't know why.”

Michael laughed at this in return, saying, “See what I mean?!”

Yeah, I guess so!”

Well, I think that's what makes us human, you know?”

Oh, definitely. Quirks, kinks, freaky fetish stuff. We're all human in one way or another.”

Michael's ears twitched a bit, and he leaned forward, showing even more of an interest in what I had to say.

Oh my God. Exactly! I don't know why some people make such a huge deal out of the stuff they don't understand or that's different. I mean, yeah, it's weird sometimes, but at least try to make an attempt to understand.”

I decided to reveal a bit about one of my own kinks in an effort to fish more information out of Michael.

Seriously! I love being bitten and biting. Not hard, not enough to break skin or make someone bleed, but just enough to cause a little bit of pain in with the pleasure. But no, that's so weird, right?”

I don't think that's weird at all!” Michael exclaimed.

Even if I like to bite or nibble anywhere? I'm unbiased towards any body part.”

No, not at all! I mean, it might take some getting used to from the receiving end, and again, people may not understand it, but it doesn't mean they have to act all mean or kink-shame you about it.”

Cheers to that,” I raised my mug, with Michael following suit as we clanked them together before sipping, before I continued, “and what about you, Michael? What drives you wild?”

Would he be comfortable telling me, or would he dance around the issue and try to change the subject? The suspense was fantastic!

I'm, um, not really ready to talk to you about that, if that's cool. Kind of a hard thing to explain, and I've been burned enough times in the past about it that I don't want to scare you away.”

Damn it!

Try me.”

Mmm...” Michael scratched hs head before apologizing, “...I don't know. I mean, don't get me wrong. You seem like a really cool woman and you're really nice, but it's just really hard for me to talk about.”

What if I guess it? Would you tell me if I was right?”

Nobody ever guesses it. I almost wished they did, sometimes! But, um, I guess so.” Michael blushed hard, biting his lip slightly.

Of course, I knew it, but of course, I didn't want to scare him away. I deliberately guessed wrong, choosing to name other fetishes that were maybe not as mainstream or accepted.

Furry?”

No.”

Pegging?”

Definitely not.”

Cross-dressing?”

No.” Michael wiggled a bit, most likely because I was pretty close to getting it right.

Wait a minute,” I smirked, “I'm getting warmer. You like to dress up at something.”

He stared at me, almost terrified that I'd guess it right. The poor guy! I couldn't be that awful to him, but I'll admit, it was a fun to tease him.

You like to dress up like a superhero in bed, don't you? Like one of your favorite comic book or movie characters, and role play out all of these erotic scenes that are in all the fan fictions!”

What? No!” Michael laughed, easing the tension.

Ugh, I give up for now. But, I'll figure you out sooner or later, Michael.” I smirked once more.

I'll give you props, Erica. You know your kinks, even if some of them aren't all that mainstream!”

I research a lot. Kind of my hobby.”

Oh?”

Yeah, I like to research whatever interests me, and get all those nitty gritty details. Makes life more interesting and it makes me look at the world and people a bit differently.”

Is that so? Do I interest you?” Michael asked.

I wouldn't have accepted your offer to take me out this morning if I didn't.”

Well, I'd be curious to know what you find when you research me,” Michael said, pausing quite a bit before continuing, “and I'd be surprised if you didn't run the other way.”

Maybe I already researched you. Maybe I know whatever it is you're so afraid of, and maybe I'm not running away.”

You can't possibly know everything there is to know about me. We just met a few days ago!”

The internet is a wonderful and powerful thing. All paper trails have become digital now.”

Michael gulped, fidgeting uncomfortably in his chair. He looked as though he were really nervous about what I'd do or say. Did he think I'd spill the beans all over town? To his family and friends?

And this is the part where most people run away from me,” I sighed, “look. I know I'm an oddball. One of my biggest problems is that I love researching people. It probably comes off as creepy, I know, but that isn't why I do it. It's just this...obsession. People fascinate me. And not just people who are good, or successful, or anything like that. I like to know all about people, and their struggles, and their successes. Everyone keeps portraying themselves online as something they're not in real life, and vice-versa. Nobody is honest with themselves anymore.”

So, like, what do you do with the information when you find it?” Michael asked uneasily, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

I decide whether I want to get to know the person or not. I don't usually tell the other person that I know everything, but it's come in handy with potentially abusive partners and whatnot. Most people just call me crazy and walk away, which, I understand. But it's not like I run around and tell the world what I find. It's more of just a personal thing for me. Obviously, if you're doing something highly illegal, I won't hesitate to report it.”

Well, that's somewhat comforting, I guess. Doesn't that take the fun out of getting to know someone, though? Like actually building a friendship or relationship with them and finding out things out that way?”

Yes and no,” I explained, it's one thing if people are upfront and honest with each other, which I know normally doesn't happen overnight. It's a whole other ballgame if someone is a snake that comes off as a knight in shining armor, though.”

Good point. So, now this begs the question,” Michael sighed, “if you did in fact research me, and you did in fact decide not to run the other way, am I right to assume you're okay with what you know?”

And what is it that you think I know?” I asked, eagerly awaiting his response.

I thought I had him at that point. I wanted him to be utterly honest with me, no matter how much discomfort it brought him. If he told me right then and there, I'd hug him, hold his hands, tell him it was okay and that we could talk about it more. And I'd ask him all the questions I had about his lifestyle choice (the stuff I didn't find through my research, anyway).

I'm sorry, but, I'm still not quite ready to say it out loud. I just...can't. I'm sorry.” Michael replied, crawling right back into his shell.

I didn't have him yet. Still, in an effort to show him I was okay with that response, I did reach my hands out to his, and said, “Michael, it's okay. I mean, it's okay that you're not comfortable telling me what it is you want to tell me and what it is you think I know.”

It is?”

I promise. You're a really nice and cute guy. I'm not gonna hurt you. You intrigue me. So, this is what I'm gonna offer. If I've scared you by now, then I'll walk away from here when we're done, and I'll pretend we never met. No hard feelings, no resentment, nothing. But, if you decide you want to tell me, whether it's today, tomorrow, next week, next month...whenever, I'm not going to run away. I will go as far down the rabbit hole as you want me to.”

I mean-but, but why?” Michael asked.

Being someone who doesn't have a whole lot of people to talk to, I can tell when people need someone to lean on. And, as I said before, you intrigue me. That, and it's so fun!”

Oh...well, I'll give it some thought. You also definitely intrigue me, Erica!” Michael said with almost an uneasiness in his voice.

Eh, I'm not for everyone, I know. Kind of a spazz, freakishly resourceful, a whole lot of awkward.”

Maybe it's because I'm pretty awkward myself, but,” Michael said, “I find you oddly comforting. I'll give what you said some thought.”

Fair enough.”

Again, I could've called him out on it right then and there, but you know what? Michael was (and is) such a nice guy. I'll admit that I was pretty bummed when he didn't tell me at the cafe, but he was still quite pleasant right through to the end of the date. Part of me wondered if he'd ignore me or if he was just being nice until he left.

We hugged when we parted ways (something I was not expecting in the least), and Michael kindly said, “Thank you again, Erica. As weird as you say you are, I do like you. I think you're great, even if it's hard to wrap my head around all that detective work you do.”

He winked, a sign that he didn't seem too terribly frighted or intimidated by me. I smiled and kissed his cheek, making him blush.

Well, thank you. Don't forget what I told you. Whatever you decide, I won't get mad.”

I appreciate that. Still finding it a little hard to believe that you did all this research on me, but I guess we'll find out soon enough, right?”

Was that a challenge? Had Michael just poked the bear to try to elicit a response from me? Did he dare test the waters?

Hmm, do you want to go there right before I leave?” I giggled.

Well, you didn't guess correctly about me before.” Michael placed his hand on his chin with a smile.

Oh, he went there. With a smirk, I leaned in and whispered into his ear, “Have a nice day, Itty Bitty Baby Bear 84.”

With another quick kiss on the cheek and a big smile, I got into my car. Michael's jaw dropped, his face utterly red, smiling very, very shyly, like a kid who'd just been caught doing something naughty. But he didn't run, didn't get upset, didn't cry. No, he had this awestruck look on his face, before getting into his own car and starting it up, pulling away rather quickly.

There's no way he's calling me after that. I thought to myself, figuring I'd pushed the envelope a bit too far.

Then, a few hours after getting home, my phone rang. It was Michael, my soon to be Itty Bitty Baby Bear.

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I gave each chapter a love like. I read it over again with the new post to find out

about Micheal and Erica. Micheal is 5’7” with black hair, and a clean-shaven baby face

and 34 years old

Erica is 5' and that is it. What does Erica look like and how old is she.

This is a great story but Dr_J you're a bad baby for leaving us in another

cliff hanger. Can't wait until the next chapter.

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Thank you for all the feedback! I hope everyone had a great weekend! Here is Chapter 5:

Chapter 5

Sliding my phone screen to the right, I picked up the phone and answered with a, “Oh, hey, Michael!”

H-hi, Erica,” Michael's voice could be heard on the other line, “how are you?”

Good! I mean, a little surprised you called me, but good!”

There was a pretty long pause; an awkward silence just begging to be broken.

I'll admit that I almost didn't.”

Can't say I blame you,” I sighed, “sorry if I was being insensitive. You have every right to be mad, or upset, or...whatever, with me.”

I'm not really mad, but I feel like my privacy was invaded. Aside from one person I've told, nobody has ever figured it out.”

My counter to that is that nothing on the internet is truly private. Yes, I agree that maybe I dug a little too deep, but it's just what I do. And I know it scares so many people away and freaks people out. But, you did start my curiosity, you know.”

How so?”

When you first helped me. I thought I saw, maybe even heard, something crinkly around your waist. I didn't mean to look, but it was just, like, there. And I've babysat enough in my life to know what a diaper sounds like.”

I heard Michael giggle a bit on the other end of the phone conversation, practically sensing his embarrassment.

Hey, I got you to laugh!” I giggled back.

Y-yeah, you did. And I mean, that's fair. Kind of my fault for choosing to do something stupid like that.” Michael sighed.

Stupid? No. Risky? Yes. You were having a bad week and clearly this is something you like to do as a form of stress relief. And hey, guess what? I didn't run, did I? Nor did I judge you or say or do anything awful. And I'm not going to do any of those things. If anything, your risky business made me do more research on the lifestyle.”

How did you know I was having a bad we-”

-Internet, silly!” I smirked, letting out another chuckle. “Social media and your fetish community are fountains of knowledge!”

O-oh...and you're not freaked out by any of it?”

It's strange, but not in a bad way. I told you earlier that I was pretty familiar with most kinks. This is something that I was aware of, but didn't know much about. I'm curious and intrigued, by both you and your kink. I mean, sure, I did some research after our first encounter, but look! I now have a direct source!”

I hoped my calmness about the whole situation would quell Michael's uneasiness. He didn't sound as tense as our conversation continued. There was another long pause before Michael spoke once more.

That's true. So, now what happens?”

Hmmm, what do you want to happen? Do you want to go our separate ways and pretend this never happened? Would you like us to continue talking while still pretending this particular thing never happened? Do you want to let me into this other life you lead?”

Honestly, I'm not sure. What do you want to happen, Erica?”

Being that you find me oddly comforting, I'm definitely okay if you want to let me into that little head of yours. But, I'm mature enough to understand if you'd rahter I didn't come in.”

And,” Michael paused, “if I let you in, h-how far in do you want to go? This is just so new and unreal for me, you know? Just having someone like you show up and acting so cool about everything. I feel pretty exposed.”

As far as you want me to go, Michael. I told you before that I can tell when people need someone to lean on. If you just want to talk about everything or anything, I'm fine with that. If we go further and you're feeling brave enough to let me in a little further, and want me to hold you, and comfort you a bit, that's also okay. If you trust me enough to really get into this with you, then I'll try to take care of you as best I can.”

Don't take this the wrong way, Erica, but really? You're that carefree about it all?”

I can honestly say that I am. I do like you, Michael. Doesn't mean I'm ready for a full blown relationship or anything like that, but I'm not afraid of exploring and seeing where this goes. Who knows? It might be the start of something absolutely amazing. Conversely, it may not lead to anything serious, but could still be the start of a very interesting and long-lasting friendship. Or, it could even possibly lead to nothing at all. We might just fizzle out and have nothing to connect to any more. There's only one way to find out, though. Why bother asking what might happen if there's clearly an opportunity to see what will?”

Maybe because I've been hurt before.”

You're not the only one. I've been called dozens of things and have been rejected before for being me. It sucks, and it takes some time to get over, but I'm not changing who I am for someone else. Then I'd just be lying to myself.”

And you're not afraid of hurting someone else?”

No, because it isn't in my blood to intentionally hurt other people. Unless they deserve it, of course. People have a tendency of not being mature enough to know when to let go of someone or something that isn't good for them. But again, what better way to know if we should hang onto something than to experience it firsthand?”

“I've never really thought about that before.”

“It's a good thing you called then, huh?” I giggled, Micharl giggling in agreement. “So, what do you say? How would you like this to proceed?”

Anohter long pause gave me the indication that Michael was hesitant to take a leap of faith with me. I didn't want to spoil all the fun by telling him what I would do if he chose to let me into his little secret. Truthfully, I smiled at the mere thought of his various reactions to me softly teasing him about his diapers, seeing that little blushy face of his when I'd ask him if he was hungry, or thirsty, or if he needed something and would make him tell me. What on Earth was going on with me?! I never got that excited or looked so forward to something before!

“If you need some time to think about it,” I continued, “I understand. I'm not going to force your hand either way.”

“I,” Michaeal stammered on the other line, “I think I want to let you in. Just, please be patient. Can you promise me that?”

“Of course I can. Doesn't mean I won't always pull you a little bit outside of your comfort zone, though. And thank you for trusting me, Michael. I promise you won't regret this.”

“Once again, this is so weird, but something in your voice just tells me I can trust you. I don't know what it is. But, what now?”

“Hmm...what now? Well, I'm sure we both have work this week, but maybe one night I can either go over there or have you come over here and we can talk more? The more you talk about it with me, the easier it'll be to let me in.”

“That sounds good. Maybe Wednesday night?” Michael suggested.

“Works for me! And this is so ridiculously cliche and I don't mean this to sound like it's anything sexual at the moment, but my place, or yours?” I asked, failing to fight the urge to make it not sound sexual.

This made Michael laugh, responding with an, “At the moment?”

Hey, anything is possible! We might grow to like each other more one day, you know?”

Fair enough. Um, well I don't really care if you want to come over or if you want me over at your place. Whatever is easiest for you.”

Way to make this easy!” I exclaimed with another laugh. “You can come over to my place. How about 6:30?”

I'm off a bit early that evening, so that sounds perfect!”

6:30 it is! Oh, and, you don't have to do this, Michael, but keeping in mind that I will try to pull you away from your comfort zone, it is highly encouraged that you bring at least one thing related to your lifestyle preference with you.”

O-oh, yeah?”

Yep! A bottle, a pacifier, a diaper...something. I think it'll make it easier for you to talk about when you physically see that I'm not fazed one bit by any of this. But, again, it isn't required. Just highly encouraged.”

I'll, um, I'll think about it.” Michael replied shyly. “And thank you again, Erica. I will try my best not to get too scared or shy.”

But you're so cute when you're shy!” I sang, making Michael giggle even more on the other line. “And you're welcome, Michael. I gotta go for now, but I'll see you on Wednesday night! Text me whenever, okay?”

Okay, Erica. Have a good rest of your Sunday!”

We ended our phone call and I couldn't help but grin. Not only did I find great pleasure in the idea of helping a wounded soul heal, but I also found it in the idea of indulging Michael in something that, according to his many fetish community board posts, he had always wanted. Who knew just how much joy and pleasure both of us would get as we delved deeper into the land of little Michael? Wednesday couldn't come soon enough!

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Hey everyone! It's a new week, which means it's time for the next chapter! Here is Chapter 6! :)

 

Chapter 6

Following our phone call, nothing really mattered to me other than meeting with Michael on Wednesday night. Sure, there was no telling how the night would go, but I remained optimistic, and so freakin' eager! There'd be so many questions to ask, so many fine details to get out of Michael, so many things to explore!

Monday and Tuesday dragged on, but Michael and I texted each other throughout. I'd sent him my address and made him promise he wouldn't go all serial killer on me, to which he responded with a, “If you've got a box of Buccaneer Bites cereal, I might kill that if I'm hungry enough. Is that okay?” The puns killed (and kill) me.

I must've asked him at least 20 times if he was still okay about the whole thing, and he kept saying that he was, before asking me if I was okay with it. I let him know I was, as well. It did make me curious to know what exactly he wanted, though. Did he want a mommy? A babysitter? A nice, loving caregiver? A mean, dominant, humiliatrix? A mixture traits? Depending on what he wanted, would I be able to fit into that role if it got to that point? I'm a pretty kick-ass babysitter, if I say so myself. I'm not usually overly coddling or doting, but the kids and babies in my care in the past have all seemed to like me a lot. As far as dominance goes, I'm not the most dominant woman by any means, but I can adapt to roles pretty quickly, and the idea of being in control of a grown man did captivate me quite a bit!

When Wednesday finally arrived, work went surprisingly fast for me. Michael, on the other hand, kept sending sad face emoticons and telling me how quiet it was at the store. At one point, I send a, “Cheer up, buttercup!” text, in which he argued that he wasn't a buttercup. I countered that by replying with, “That's right! You're an itty bitty baby bear!”, and the blushing smileys flooded my phone. Such an easy target!

After work was done, I honestly didn't prep too much for Michael's visit; no sexy outfit, no incense to brighten the mood. Just my dark blue jeans, long sleeve shirt, and light brown vest. It wasn't really a date, and I tend to keep my place pretty clean, save for some random utensil in the sink that I randomly choose not to wash, despite washing every other dish in the same sink. Hey, I'm weird, remember?

Anyway, Michael showed up exactly at 6:30; not a minute earlier, not a minute later. Three shy knocks at my door told me it was him. When I opened the door, he had a smile on his face but still seemed flustered, a backpack slung over his shoulder.

Hey, Erica,” Michael said, short of breath, “sorry if I'm late. Stupid traffic. I swear I'm almost always early to everything.”

Michael, it's fine,” I giggled, “you're literally right on time!”

Oh, good. Sorry again. I get antsy when I think I'm running late, and I don't text while driving or anything like that.”

Hey, it's okay. Don't be sorry. You're here and you're safe! Welcome to my humble abode!” I motioned for him to come into my apartment, closing the door behind him.

My place isn't too big. The entrance leads right into the living room, and there's a small kitchen and dining area on one end. Add a small hallway leading to a bathroom, my bedroom, and a linen closet, and you've got my place! Michael took a deep breath, sighing in relief as he gently set his backpack down.

W-want me to take off my shoes?” he asked.

I'm not too picky. But I mean, if you think you're going to run out of here in a while, you can keep them on to make it easier.” I winked, leaning in to give Michael another hug. “It's good to see you again!”

You, too! Glad Wednesday night finally got here.” he replied, giving me a warm hug back. “It's been kind of a slow but stressful past few days.”

I can definitely agree with the slow part Monday and yesterday! Sorry to hear it's been stressful for you, though. Just make yourself comfy and we'll just relax. You want something to drink? I've got coffee, water, tea, juice....”

Water would be great, please. Coffee after 5PM keeps me up all night.” Michael got himself situated on the couch, carefully observing my place and looking at the various photos and art pieces on the walls.

Like 'having to pee every 10 minutes' up all night, or 'I'm jittery and my heart is beating like crazy' up all night?” I chuckled, grabbing two cups for both of us and filling them up with water.

Both, really.” Michael laughed.

If I do a small cup at night, it won't kill me, but it'll make me stay up a bit longer than usual. Here you go.”

I headed back over to the living room, handing Michael his drink as I sat next to him with my own glass. We weren't within cuddling range, but were definitely close to each other!

Now don't spill it.” I joked.

I'm a bit of a klutz, so I'll do my best not to!” Michael giggled before sipping his water, grabbing a coaster from the endtable and setting the glass upon it.

Good boy!” I exclaimed, making Michael's face turn red. “What? I hardly said anything embarrassing!”

I can't help it. I blush easily.” Michael said bashfully.

So I've noticed,” I laughed, “good thing you're so cute!”

Stop...” Michael turned even redder, laughing a bit before reaching for his water in an effort to distract himself from my comment.

What? It's true! I'm surprised nobody's either stuck you in their pocket or eaten you up yet!”

“Guess I either don't taste good or aren't a good enough fit in someone's pocket.”

Time for Erica's therapy session! I thought to myself.

Why do you think that is?”

Because I'm not enough of a jerk, and that's what chicks like.” Michael said in a serious tone and with a blank stare.

Was he for real?

Wait, what?” I asked, right before Michael burst into a fit of laughter.

I kid, I kid,” he laughed more, “just using humor as a means of segwaying into something I don't like talking about.”

Hey,” I inched a little closer to Michael, putting my hand in his, “it's okay. I told you I'd be patient, and I'm not going anywhere.”

I know, thank you. I'm sure you've read pretty much all I've posted on the forum, but...it isn't the same, you know? Like, sure, it's great to have some kind of community to get some support, but it is extremely difficult having nobody in real life to relate to, or to talk to, or to just be myself around.”

And that's all you've wanted?”

Every single day, that's all I've wanted,” Michael continued, “and I tried...I really tried to compromise with myself that, maybe if I met the right person, that I'd be able to put all this fetish stuff behind me. Or, maybe if they at least acknowledged it so I'd stop having to feel guilty about hiding something from them.”

How long have you known? Your profile says it's been a long time, but you never really specified.” I asked, feeling Michael's hand take a firmer hold of mine.

Um, really young. Probably about 5 or 6 years old. I didn't really explore any of it until high school, then stopped for a while in college after I got too anxious about not wanting to get caught. When I did come back around to it, it wasn't long before I started dating Jackie, and when I finally mustered up the courage to tell her, she laughed and said it was the stupidest thing she'd ever heard of. She literally thought I was joking, then got upset when she found out I wasn't. Kinda left a bad taste in my mouth for a while. I only started getting back into the lifestyle about a year ago.”

Jeez, you poor thing!” I consoled Michael, giving his back a soft rub.

H-hey, I made it this far, right?” his lips quivered, “I got through most of my life not telling anyone, and I got through college, and I got a good job...”

Call me strange, but to me, it wasn't just Michael hurting in that moment. It was his soul. Poor guy had clearly been through some tough times over the years. Could you imagine feeling a sense of guilt about something for that long? He looked like he was about to cry!

Nobody can fault you for that, Michael. You did what you thought was right and out of necessity. It's why I don't tell most people about my hobby. People have been running the other way a lot, or they just do the whole, 'you shouldn't be doing that,' nonsense.”

And you never felt the absolute need to tell someone to get it off your chest?”

Well, sure I did. And I have, and it's come back to bite me a few times. I may have come off as spunky and intimidating, but it doesn't mean I haven't been hurt before, and it doesn't mean I should have to change who I am or what I do.”

That's my problem. I told myself for so long that I didn't need to tell anyone, and when I did, it just...didn't turn out the way I thought it would.”

Unfortunately, some people aren't as understanding as others.”

Yeah, and they like to tear you down over something small that they don't understand, rather than take for account all the good things in a person.”

People suck!” I chuckled.

Most people suck.” Michael countered. “And then there are people like you who seem so chill about everything. It's like you're something out of a dream.”

Ha,” I laughed, “I'm chill about some things. Other things send me off the deep end rather quickly. But, for stuff like this, and for people like you, I like to keep an open mind. I kind of have to. The internet has exposed me to far too much to live life in a bubble. And maybe I am from a dream, Michael! Maybe this whole experience is in your head, and you're gonna wake up in bed and it'll actually be last Friday!”

W-what? You're such a...” Michael paused, hesitant to complete his sentence.

No, you started the sentence, now finish it.” I scolded playfully.

...a dork...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have sai-” he stammered, blushing as I put a finger to his lips playfully.

Shhh. Don't apologize. Say what's on your mind! I'm not gonna get offended.”

I'll work on that. And thank you, Erica. You made me feel a bit better. I have a lot on my chest.” Michael smiled, looking as if he wanted to hug me but again, was hesitant.

Ohhh, come here, you goof.” I sang, opening my arms and pulling him into a hug. “I'm glad I can make you feel better! I told you the more honest and open you are, the easier it'll be to let me in, didn't I?”

That you did.” Michael sighed happily, gently pulling away from the hug. “It'll take some getting used to.”

Hmm, yeah. And don't forget that I told you'd I'd be pulling you out of your comfort zone a bit...” I smirked.

That you did...” Michael repeated.

Which reminds me. I see you brought a backpack with you.”

Yeahh, I brought it with me.” Michael smiled shyly.

He was definitely warming up to me more quickly than I'd hoped. Even letting me in just that tiny bit seemed to do the trick.

And what, pray tell, is in said backpack?” I grinned.

I-I don't want to spoil the surprise.”

Ohhh, someone has a surprise in their backpack for me?” I playfully cooed, watching Michael's face glow.

Yeah...” he said quietly.

Hmm, well at least it isn't a surprise in your pants!” I winked, making him blush even more. “Sorry, was that too soon?”

Hehe, um, no. Just not used to being talked to like that.” Michael meeped.

Ah! He was so freakin' adorable! I couldn't stand it! I wanted to squeeze him!

Well, if you're okay with it, I'll keep doing it! Not like, all the time, because that'd just be a bit overkill.”

I guess so.”

Ah, ah, ah,” I tsked, “no guessing. You can tell me if you don't want me to do it.”

Well, I do, but as long as it isn't out in public or anything.”

But anywhere private is fair game?” I smirked once more.

I gu-I mean, yes.”

Good! Now, about that backpack...whatcha got in there?”

Michael went over to grab his backpack, then brought it back over to the couch, sitting before plopping it down in his lap.

Actually, I brought two things.” he said quietly with a smile.

Oh? You did?! Goodness!” I beamed, making his little red cheeks burn even more.

Y-yeah. But, I was wondering if maybe you could show me something in return?”

Uh oh. Where was this going? Was he one of those pervs in disguise? Did he want to see my panties? My bra? Me nude? That'd be a bit of a dealbreaker for me. I did my best not to jump to conclusions, and rolled with it.

What did you have in mind, Michael? Nothing naughty, I hope!”

No, actually,” Michael smiled, “I really want to see your rig. You talked it up so much that I'm gonna go crazy if I don't see what your setup looks like.”

A nerd after my own heart! I couldn't help but smile and giggle, nodding my head.

And here I wondered if you were asking for something scandalous! That's more than fair! Deal! Now, the backpack...” I eyed the bag intently, smiling as my curiosity begged to be quelled.

You are overly excited about this! That's so cute.” Michael chuckled, slowly opening his bag.

That's me. A whole 61 inches of socially awkward, ass-kickin' cuteness.” I said with a hint of sarcasm.

Would Michael catch on, or would he think I was downplaying myself and come to my rescue?

Good. Now that we have that settled...” Michael smirked, giving me a light nudge before reaching into his backpack.

Smart ass.” I giggled, my eyes not leaving the bag.

Hurry the hell up, man! My mind screamed, watching as he revealed the first item: a green baby bottle.

The bottle had little cartoon caterpillars and butterflies of various colors on it, each one with a happy smile. I gushed at the site, even as the bottle shook lightly in Michael's hand. He'd clearly never shown anyone this before!

Awwww, my goodness,” I beamed, “I know you know that I know, but I want to hear you say it. Do you drink out of this?”

Yeah. I mean, not all the time, but when I'm in the mood to.” his voice shook and his rate of speech increased.

Ohh, so more when you're feeling like it? I can't imagine it's all that fun to hold on your own, either, huh?”

Well, if I'm feeling more little than excited, I'll drink from it. But you're right. It isn't as fun holding it myself.”

Excited?” I asked, confused.

You know...excited?” Michael said again, before whispering, “Like turned on?”

Ohhhh,” I giggled, “well how was I supposed to know they were one in the same? Now I know for the future! And why don't you just say turned on?”

I don't know,” Michael looked away shyly, “I guess I'm not one to talk that way out loud. Never really have outside of more intimate moments, you know?”

Makes sense.” I shrugged, telling myself that if we got as far as getting into the roles, that I'd break him of that habit rather quickly. “And I totally get why it isn't as fun holding the bottle on y our own. Most babies are fed by someone.”

E-exactly! It's a more tender moment to be fed, in my opinion.”

Ohh, mine too, Michael,” I smiled, “I think feeding babies is so cute...spit-up aside, of course.”

Can't say I blame you there.” Michael giggled.

He was about to place the bottle back into his bag, but I stopped him, motioning for him to put it on the coffee table instead. It was a means of showing him this wasn't just an “I saw it and I'm done with it,” session, but rather, I was truly interested....and oddly turned on by his blushing and light squirming and hesitation to speak clearly. What else could he have brought with him? A pacifier? A onesie? A stuffed animal? A diaper?

Michael slowly reached into his backpack once more, as I folded my hands in anticipation, like a kid waiting to open her birthday present. Finally, the big reveal: a bottle of baby powder. With a blush, Michael showed it to me, making me smile even wider.

Powder, huh? I bet it smells nice, too!” I smiled, gently twisting the cap and giving the bottle a squeeze to let a little puff out so I could smell it, all while Michael still held onto it. “Mmmm, smells so good!”

Y-yeah. It's, uh, well you probably know, but it's a bit of a trigger for me. Like if I'm starting to feel little, I associate the smell with that and it helps get me in the right mindset.”

Good to know,” I winked, “and does it turn you on, too?”

It can,” he said quietly, “if I'm starting to feel that way, the smell does something to my body that triggers that part of me, too. I guess maybe it's because it's embarrassing and humiliating, but also because it's something I associate with the fetish.”

Makes sense! And I'm sure smelling that while in a diaper only makes it more prevalent, huh?” I asked.

Obviously, haha.” Michael giggled shyly.

Awwwww, you're so red! I can't stand it! Makes me want to pinch those cheeks!” I sang once more, making Michael hide half of his face with a pillow.

Opting not to show any mercy, I did just that, taking a light hold of his left cheek and giving it a little pinch. This made Michael giggle furiously, and turn a shade of red I never thought humanly possible. It was easily one of the most adorable things I'd seen!

Y-you're killing me!” Michael chuckled, still hiding his face.

Aww, well I don't see you resisting all that much! I'm guessing this whole letting me in thing is okay with you, then?” I asked.

It's beginning to feel that way. And, um, thank you again,” Michael said as he regained his composure, giving me a warm smile, “I'm not used to this at all.”

Me neither! Well, exploring this lifestyle with someone, that is. It's kinda fun so far!”

You mean it?”

I do, I do!” I smiled, “And as I've said for what feels like the hundredth time, we will go as far as you're comfortable going. I'm warming up to you quite nicely, Michael.”

And I'm warming up to you as well, Erica.”

Good! Now, put that baby powder down,” I instructed, standing up and taking hold of Michael's hand, “I'll give you special VIP access to my rig.”

Michael smiled and nodded, setting the baby powder down and taking my hand, as I led him to my bedroom. I won't bore you with the details of my rig, but I will say that I've never seen someone so giddy over a PC in my life. Between Michael's, “Oh, my Gods” and “This is incredibles”, was a man that I was taking quite a liking to, even as we discussed such nerdy things like computer components. This was a man that I could tell felt genuinely happy around me, and that really didn't have any ulterior motive to be interacting with me. He was just a guy in need of someone, and I found myself wanting to be that someone. And together, we would explore the rabbit hole even further than I thought Michael would allow.

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I just found this story. It is amazing! Thank-you so much for sharing this, you have put into words feelings that a lot of us have had and or experience on the regular. Just wow man, this is good stuff. 

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7 hours ago, Shotgun Diplomat said:

I just found this story. It is amazing! Thank-you so much for sharing this, you have put into words feelings that a lot of us have had and or experience on the regular. Just wow man, this is good stuff. 

Thank you! I'm really glad to hear you're enjoying it! Happy I can share it with you and everyone!

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