Meeting Mary

[spark]

Meeting Mary

By Spark

Prologue

This story is inspired by a true story.  With that being said, its historical accuracy makes Argo look like Lincoln.  It’s a story of regression, and an idealized care giver.   The conflict is in the fact that the caregiver is both culturally different, and different ages.   This is not meant to be a story of humiliation porn, forced regression, or corporal discipline.   If that’s what you want, you may not want to read on.       This is a story about man who developed a friendship with a girl half his age, and what happened after he shared an intimate secret and went to visit her.  Apologies if that sounds creepy, but both characters are adults.

I’ve tried to match the particular accent I’m looking for, which is a first-generation Indian immigrant Glaswegian accent.  Imagine Bend It Like Beckham based in Glasgow.   I’ve purposely switched the terms, because the protagonist (me) is American, while the other characters are based in Glasgow.   If referring to diapers and nappies interchangeably is confusing- I apologize.

I’m also well ahead on this story, but it’s been a very slow project.    The parts I’m releasing were first written 5 months ago.  I’m well ahead of the story, and what I have written is a mostly complete story, but it could be a while between updates.

Day 1

Mary and I were in the same tour group.  It was a good group of travelers, and we all seemed to get along.    The nice friendly environment led to a lot of friendly conversation, and we soon became friends.   And Mary was the one that I felt the best kinship with.

Mary was just a very interesting and captivating young woman.   She never wore pants.  She would wear a long sundress that exhibited a modest feminine dignity.    Despite our age difference, she displayed a level of composure that was amazing to watch, but not uncomfortable.    She wasn’t always prim and proper, because she would use cuss words, and she smoked.    This made her very approachable.  I watched her interact with some local children in one of our tours, and she did in a way that totally enveloped them.   She got down at their level, spoke in a friendly manner, and gave the kids 100% of her attention, as though the kids were the most important people in the world at that moment.  And she would do the same thing with me when we talked.

I should mention that I didn’t intend this to be any sort of sexual relationship.   That didn’t appear to be our intention, but there was no doubt a level of attraction between us.  Although her looks wouldn’t be considered overly attractive, she was still a beautiful young lady.   That combined with her strong Scottish accents made her especially attractive.

However, because of her ‘properness’ I didn’t feel comfortable pursuing a short-term relationship with her.  And I knew that there were issues that would make a long-term relationship complicated.   There is the age difference.   I’m in my upper 40’s, while Mary is twenty-seven years old.   There were cultural issues, because Mary comes from an Asian background.  So, we never pursued anything, and kept it friendly.

We continued to chat and message each other after the trip, and our friendship continued.   Eventually our messages grew from more than just usual responses and started to share some intimate details of our private life.   Mind you, my life wasn’t very exciting compared to Mary’s.   Mary was a young woman and was enjoying the spoils that come with being a beautiful young woman.

I’m not exactly sure how it came up, but Mary got me to share the most private detail of my personal life.  I admitted to Mary that I wore diapers because I enjoyed them, and they made me more comfortable.   She was curious and asked if I ever used them, and I told her that I wet them, but rarely messed them.  She was enthralled, and the conversation eventually led to her asking, “Does anybody ever change your nappies?”

“You mean besides me?”

“Yeah, little boys don’t change their own nappies.”

“Nobody, but it’s always been a dream.”

“Well, if you ever come around here, we’ll just have to change that.”  It was a cryptic bug that left me wondering what she wanted from this relationship.   The conversation shifted away from diapers, but she was the only person I ever admitted that I wanted to have my diaper changed.

The conversation did put a bug in me to make a trip out to Scotland.   I figured I would get to visit Mary and accept wherever that led, and I would get to see Scotland.    I shared my plans, and Mary told me that she would love to have me stay at her home, so I planned to fly directly to Glasgow.

Nothing more was said about diapers until I was getting ready to leave.  We were sharing the details of the flights, and where she would meet up with me.  Mary asked, “Will you be wearing nappies on the flight?”

I replied, “Yes, I’ll probably have one on.”  She remembered.

Her response was flirty, and a little maternal, “Good, I wouldn’t want you having any accidents on the plane.”  Mary started to investigate littles and was intrigued, and she got me to admit some of my fantasy dreams.  I didn’t want to be a baby, but a four-year-old who wasn’t potty trained.

I still wasn’t sure what would happen once I arrived in Scotland.  I had worn diapers in public many times but had never worn one in front of somebody who knew I had one on.  Mary was the first person I ever admitted this to, and I knew she was turned on by it.  But I didn’t know how she would handle it, especially since she knew I wore them with the fantasy of being mothered.

I arrived in Glasgow with a wet, but not completely saturated diaper.    I had used it a few times on the plane and had a larger pee as I was getting off the plane.  I figured I would wait until I got to Mary’s home to change my diaper, and maybe that would be the one that she would change.

Mary was waiting for me just outside of customs, and she gave me a big hug to welcome me.  Then she reached down and felt my diaper.

“It feels like your nappy needs changing.”  Which I admit was a turn on, especially coming from the Glasgow accent.

I blushed, and mumbled, “I guess.  I was thinking I’d change it when we got to your house.”

“Don’t be daft.  What sort of mummy would I be if I let you walk around in soggy nappies?”   She turned to her friend and spoke like I wasn’t aware, “I’m going to change his nappy, watch the bags and then we will drive home.”   She grabbed my hand and started walking to the accessible toilet.

She was holding my hand as though I was a little boy and walked to the accessible restroom used for people with disabilities.   I was a little hesitant, but Mary persisted.  “You need your nappy changed, and that’s where we can do it.”

“It’s not that bad.  We can wait until we get to your house.”  I was trying to regain some adulthood, but Mary wasn’t allowing it.

“Just like a little lad, always wanting to stay in dirty nappies.”  We walked, and she closed the door.  She pointed to the platform and said, “Up you.”  I hesitated a bit, and Mary replied, “Now don’t be fussing about.  I need to change your nappy.”   She pulled out a large pacifier and said, “Suck on this dummy while mummy changes your nappy.”   I gave in and allowed Mary to change my diaper.

I mumbled under the pacifier, “I’ve got some diapers for you.”

“Don’t be silly, mummy has some diapers for your visit.”

Mary unfolded the fresh diaper and placed it next to me, and then pulled down my pants and unfastened the tabs to the diaper.    She folded the diaper and cleaned the area, followed by powder and then tightly fastened the fresh diaper around my waist.  The whole time she was focused on me, and I felt loved an accepted.  She finished, pulled my pants back around my waist and gave me a big hug.  “What a good boy.  Don’t you feel better now with a fresh nappy?”  I nodded.

Mary took my hand and we walked back to Chandri and then we walked to their car.   Mary’s hand clasped around my palm, more like you would do with a child rather than the interlocking fingers that you would do with a boyfriend.  It was subtle, but clearly meant she was in control and had been from the very moment I came through customs.   I felt like I was a small child, and Mary seemed to think the same thing.

We got to the car and Mary led me to the back seat and buckled the seatbelt.  She asked, “It’s about 30 minutes until we get home, do you want your iPad?”

“Yeah.”

Mary dropped her eyes with this disapproving look, and I went “Yes, please.”

“That’s better.  Is it in your backpack?”  I nodded, and she picked it out and handed it to me.

I was slightly shocked that she got in the front passenger seat next to Chandri, who was driving, but it appeared Mary was going full bore.  Mary and Chandri talked with each other during the drive and pretended that I wasn’t there (or at least didn’t notice).  I was just a little boy, and my attention was supposed to focused on my iPad while the adults could talk.  Mary handed me a small bag of dry Cheerios to snack on, and I did snack on them.  

[Fulldiaper]

I do hope that there is more. Please..

[spark]

44 minutes ago, Fulldiaper said:

I do hope that there is more. Please..

There is more to come.   I've written 6000 words in total, and what I posted is about 1500.  I'm still in the process of writing the Day 2 portion, and will do another run through the edit in the next section I'm going to post.

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We got to her apartment and she asked, “Are you hungry, or tired?”

I didn’t sleep much on the plane, and the Cheerios kept me from being hungry, so I replied, “Tired.”

“Good then, we will put you down for a nap.”

I tried to regain my adulthood and said, “Ok, that sounds good.  I was hoping to take a shower first.”

 Mary laughed and replied, “Don’t be silly.  You don’t need a bath yet.”  She checked my diaper.  She looked slightly upset and said, “You still haven’t used your nappy.  Let’s get you down for the nap.”   Her apartment was a basic two-bedroom apartment with a kitchen, small living room and two bedrooms.  I was led to the smaller bedroom that didn’t have much decorations.  It was mostly just white, and there were some toys in the corner.  There was a twin bed against the that had rails on the three of the sides, and the open side had the rail underneath.  It could be lifted, which would turn the regular twin bed into a realistic crib.

I started to protest, but Mary stuck the pacifier in my mouth.  I tried to take it out, but Mary gave me a firm look and said, “When mummy puts the dummy in your mouth it means she wants you to stop fussing about.  Are you going to be a good boy?” 

I passively allowed her to take off my shirt and pants.  She then pulled a onesie over my head and attached the bottom over my diaper.   She patted on the mattress and said, “Up you go.”  I crawled up and Mary kissed my forehead.   “That’s a good boy.  Now go to sleep, and then I’ll get you up and we can have some lunch.”  She pulled up the side rail, and I was secure in the crib.

The lights turned out and I finally had time to think about my situation.   This had been a huge fantasy of mine for the last thirty years, but it was now becoming a reality.   I started to get up and check out the room, but then Mary’s voice came out of a speaker.  “Don’t you get out of that crib.”   I lied back down and wondered what I had gotten myself into.   I soon fell asleep.  I must have been tired because I slept like a rock.

Mary came in and started to speak.  For the first time she was speaking to me as an adult, and said, “I hope you don’t mind me mothering you like a wee lad. “

I did enjoy part of it, but I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to stop it.   I was embarrassed to admit it, but said, “I kind of like it, but what if it’s too much.  I want to make sure we can stop.”

Mary nodded and said, ‘You mean a safe word.”

I nodded, “Yeah.”

“I thought about that.”   She handed me a pacifier and said, “I want you to decide if this is what you really want.”  She put some of my clothes on the dresser and said, “think about it.   If you want to continue as a wee lad in nappies, come out with the dummy in your mouth and wearing the onesie.  If you want to stop, put on your clothes, and bring the dummy back to me.”

She left the room and gave me time to think.  This was my fantasy, and I did like some of it.  Mary was such a wonderful mommy, and I knew she would make sure to avoid spectacle.   I would be cared for and loved.   I also realized Mary was an attentive mommy who could be very strict.  I wasn’t going to be given much freedom or power.  It would mean submitting completely to a woman barely half my age.   I have no idea how long I thought about it, because I had no access to any phone or clock.   Later I asked Mary about it, and she said, ‘Little one’s don’t need to worry about the time.”

I put the pacifier in my mouth and walked to the living room.   Mary smiled and said, “Good, I was hoping you would.  Go sit down and watch some telly while mummy fixes some lunch.”

[D503]

Great start - fast-paced but fun.

[Babypants]

Promising.  There are a few glitches in this section, but not nearly as many as one would expect in a story unfolding at such a fast pace.  Too fast?  Did the protagonist know that Mary would have a girlfriend with her at the airport?  Was he prepared in advance for Chandri to be in on his secret?  And what has become of her?  Hopefully, the back story will emerge as you proceed deeper into the tale.

[Fulldiaper]

How long did she research ABDL? Next, how soon can we see the additions you have written. Thank you.

[spark]

6 hours ago, Babypants said:

Promising.  There are a few glitches in this section, but not nearly as many as one would expect in a story unfolding at such a fast pace.  Too fast?  Did the protagonist know that Mary would have a girlfriend with her at the airport?  Was he prepared in advance for Chandri to be in on his secret?  And what has become of her?  Hopefully, the back story will emerge as you proceed deeper into the tale.

I don't want to give to much away, but Chandri is meant as a vehicle to open him up.    At this point she is not meant to be anything other than than just a girl friend.   FTR- Mary is inspired by a real life person.  Chandri is not.  I have another character developed who is, and she will become a larger character.  To do address the second question- no, he didn't know anybody would be there, nor did he know that Mary intended to change his diaper upon arrival.  That is all meant to be part of the conflict.

I'm hoping it's not too fast.  Remember, Mary already knows about his diapers, and knows why.  The premise is this is a person who knows his intimate secret, and she is having taking this to level that he has never gone before.  IMO- it wouldn't work if this happened over a long period.

5 hours ago, Fulldiaper said:

How long did she research ABDL? Next, how soon can we see the additions you have written. Thank you.

I haven't addressed her research into ABDL, but I've implied that she understands it.   FTR- I'm well ahead of the current releases, but considering the parts that I've written were written in August, and I've released about 30% of my current manuscript.  Unfortunately, at some point I may end up releasing the manuscript- and based on my habits- my updates might be a bit bit.   However- I've concluded the 1st day, and won't release the 2nd day until that's concluded (it's about 70% right now).

As far as her research into ABDL, it obvious she has done work already.  She bought diapers, and set up a crib.  In my current manuscript it becomes even more obvious.  However, I'm currently debating whether I want imply a prior history with ABDL, or if her research is inspired by our main character.  I honestly don't where I want to go with it.  Please IM if you want to give me an idea.  Remember, Mary is meant to be an ideal caregiver for an ABDL.  I didn't intend it be the case- but it's Mary Poppins  with ABDL.

8 hours ago, D503 said:

Great start - fast-paced but fun.

Thank you.  I'm hoping I can keep it up

[Benjy]

Yes. it is fast paced.  I just wished maybe you had spent a little more time on how the relationship developed. 

[aldl4811]

Fast but super fun!

[spark]

11 hours ago, Benjy said:

Yes. it is fast paced.  I just wished maybe you had spent a little more time on how the relationship developed. 

Thanks for giving me that input.  After I'm done with the story- I could go back.

 

 

I didn't think it was important to develop the beginnings of a the relationship, because it wasn't meant to be a developed relationship prior to the trip.  They in the a tour group together- they shared messages online, and that led to her inviting him to stay with her (Ok- that's a big reach) on a trip to Scotland.   In those messages- he admitted his desire for diapers because it had become personal. 

They key dynamic that I want to get across is that he is clearly attracted to Mary, but is conflicted due to the cultural and age differences.  FTR- that is the motive of writing the whole story,   Mary is meant to have attraction to him as well.  They were attracted the first time they meet and this is the first chance they've ever had a chance to act on their passions.   

Sad news- I had intended to edit the next section today- as I had the day off.   That did not happen, and my week will not be conducive to updates- so It might happen this week,  I'm hoping it will.