Birthday Boy

[BabyBear85]

Hi I’m new here, and this is my first attempt at ABDL fiction. Hope you like it. 
 

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Part 1

It was my 25th birthday. I was out at a bar having drinks with a group of friends, including my friend’s coworker Melissa who I had been crushing on for a couple of months. I had hoped tonight might be my chance to finally make a move, but before I got my chance, she made her move.

“Hey birthday boy!” Melissa said, sitting down next to me at the bar. “Tell me, have you had your birthday spankings yet?”

My mouth went dry. I had a huge kink for spanking, among other things. I had enough liquid courage in me to play it cool, though.

“Not yet,” I said smiling, “but the night is young.”

“Hmm… well no time like the present!”

“Right here in front of everyone?” I asked.

“Well.. we could go back to my place, but fair warning: if I spank you in private, it’ll have to be on your bare bottom.”

My cock was rock hard by now and I could feel it staring to drip into my underwear. I had fantasized about being spanked by a woman for as long as I could remember, and had very recently fantasized in particular about being across Melissa’s knee with my pants around my ankles. I was fairly shocked that, in fact, here she was proposing just that. I couldn’t think of what to say, so just stammered with a grin, “um… that sounds pretty good to me.”

She didn’t say another word. She took me firmly by the hand and led me out of the bar. The cool air hit me and snapped me out of my trance. It hit me: I was finally about to get a spanking!

Melissa lived in the neighborhood so it was a short walk to her apartment. She didn’t let go of my hand the whole way. Once we reached her door, she opened the door and sent me over the threshold with a few sharp slaps to the back of my jeans saying, “Come on in, little boy, it’s time for your spanking.”

Now, when she called me little boy while patting my bottom, I thought I might explode into my pants. See, besides spanking, I also have fantasies involving being treated like a little boy or a toddler. If not for the mild sting and tingle on my butt from when she had slapped me, I would have definitely thought I was dreaming.

Melissa guided me to her bedroom and pulled out a chair from her vanity. Sitting down she beckoned me with a crooked finger. It may as well have been a tractor beam - I immediately walked to her side, unable to resist. From this vantage point, I had a great view of her spectacular tits, along with her waiting lap. She looked up at me smiling and said, “OK birthday boy, let’s get those pants down.” I reached for my belt buckle, but she quickly swatted my hands away, insistent on baring my bottom herself.

Undoing my pants and pushing them to my ankles, Melissa then quickly grabbed my arm and pulled me across her lap. Resting her hand on my boxer-clad bottom, she said, “Wait now, I promised you a bare bottom spanking, didn’t I?”

“Yes ma’am.” The words came out of my mouth reflexively. I couldn’t believe the headspace she had me in.

Melissa didn’t seem to notice or mind, and instead just yanked down my underpants exposing my bare butt. “So you’re 25 today, right? I think I’ll give you 25 with my hand and another 25 with my hairbrush for good measure.”

Before I could (pretend to) protest about an extra 25 spanks, she started smacking. As this was my first ever real spanking, I was surprised by how much sting she could deliver with just her palm. I squirmed a little, but mostly relished the heat in my seat as my cock throbbed against Melissa’s thighs.

After 25 smacks with her hand, I felt her reach back to the vanity and I held my breath as I waited for the brush. I had fantasized for so long about a bare bottom hairbrush spanking, but now had a bit of trepidation about what it might actually feel like.

I didn’t have to wait long to find out. Melissa spanked me in earnest, like she was trying to prove a point. I gasped at first, and squirmed a bit, but held still after she firmly wrapped her arm around my waist. I took my 25 smacks and soon had a blushing backside.

Melissa put down the brush and caressed my stinging butt, teasing my crack with her fingertips. My dick continued throbbing and dripped readily. Patting me gently, Melissa instructed me to stand.

“You took your spanking like such a good boy, I think you deserve a reward,” she said as she started to fondle me through my underwear. “Uh oh, looks like you had a little accident. Better get you out of these.” She pulled down my boxers and slid my member into her mouth in one motion.

I thought I might cum right then and there. The anticipation had been so intense and now I was in ecstasy. Melissa took my cock from her mouth, stood and bent over the chair, lifting her skirt and sliding down her panties. I wasted no time stuffing her pussy with my cock. I caught a glimpse of my red backside in the mirror, which inspired me to return some of the spankings I had received to Melissa’s waiting ass. As my pink handprints appeared, I lost control and had an earthshaking orgasm.

We flopped down in her bed. After we caught our breath, it wasn’t long before she was rubbing my still tingling butt, and my cock began to swell again. Melissa mounted me and rode my cock, tits bouncing, to two scream-inducing orgasms. After she had had her fill, she rolled over on her back and spread her legs. Grabbing me by the hips, she thrust my cock back into her and spanked my upturned ass mercilessly until I came again.

We collapsed in a heap, and passed out as she rubbed my throbbing backside.

Part 2

I fell asleep replaying the events of that night in my head again and again. That Melissa had been so keen to spank me, and her effectiveness in doing so indicated that mine was not the first bottom she had spanked. I was on cloud nine having met someone with a kinky streak.

Just as I dozed off, I remembered she had called me “little boy,” and had commented that I’d had “an accident.” Could it be that Melissa was into things even kinkier thank spanking…?

I woke with a start when the light hit my head. In the fog of my mild hangover, I wasn’t quite sure where I was. It slowly came back, and I grew excited as the memory of going over Melissa’s knee came back to me. As my cock stirred, I noticed some dampness. Rolling over slightly, I realized the sheets were wet all around me. Oh shit! Had I wet the bed?!?

“Oh good you’re awake,” Melissa’s voice cut through my panic. “You, uh, peed the bed.”

I was mortified. I jumped up, muttering and stammering. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry, I can’t believe I did that, that never happens, I’m so sorry, here let me clean it up, or should I just go, I’m sorry. I’ll just go…”

I reached for my pants and Melissa grabbed my wrist. “Oh no, you’re not going anywhere.” I froze, feeling about two feet tall. “You go stand in the corner while I clean this up. You are in big trouble mister.”

Her tone aroused me - I felt like a naughty three year old being punished. But I was still far too embarrassed to think anything sexy. I started walking to the corner, but Melissa hooked the waistband of my boxers saying “give me those little pee pants, I’ll put them in the wash with the sheets. You can do your corner time naked.”

Compliance seemed to be my best way out of this dilemma, so I slipped them off and Melissa scooped them up. She then took me by the arm and walked me to the corner, propping me there with three sharp spanks to my bare butt.

Standing in the corner, my brain still a bit foggy, I couldn’t tell what to make of the situation. I hadn’t wet the bed since I was nine years old. How could it have happened now? And I couldn’t sort out Melissa’s reaction. She seemed mad, but she wasn’t sending me away in disgust, or making me do her laundry… what did she have in mind?

Behind me I could hear her stripping the bed, then rustling around in the closet, seemingly Melissa getting out some clean sheets to make the bed.

After ten minutes or so, I heard from behind me, “Okay buster get over here.” I slowly turned around to find her sitting on the edge of the unmade bed wearing her silk night gown showing plenty of cleavage, her legs bare. A few things seemed to have been moved around or brought out of the closet, but all I could focus on was the hairbrush in her hand. Remembering its sting from the night before I was both excited and nervous.

Melissa snapped me out of it. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

I fumbled through the some more of my earlier responses, “I’m so sorry. I swear this has never happened to me. I’m so embarrassed, please don’t tell anyone, I’m really sorry, please…”

She cut me off. “I don’t have much tolerance for immaturity. I believe firmly that if you act like a baby, you need to be treated as one.

“So I’m going to put you over my knee again, and this time it won’t be a little patty cake spanking like you got last night. You need to learn a good lesson.”

I swear I saw a smirk run across her face. She was being stern, but Melissa was clearly enjoying this. I took it stride and retorted, “Yes ma’am.”

“Good boy.” Then she pulled me forward onto her lap. My stiffening cock slid neatly between her bare thighs. She started slow and firm with her palm, clearly warming me up for something more serious. It was just before she started a strong volley with the hairbrush that I noticed what was on the floor in front of me: a tub of baby wipes, a bottle of powder, and… an open package of Super Dry Kids diapers. There was no mistaking them - I had repeatedly tried to work up the nerve to order some SDKs, but had never gone through with it. I stared at the bag… No way, I thought, it can’t be… she’s not going to… diaper me??

Just then I felt the brush connect with my bare bottom. I suddenly lost all notion of the diapers in front of me and could only focus on the barrage raining down on my backside. Even though it hurt like hell, my cock remained at attention between Melissa’s thighs.

The spanking continued and I started kicking my legs a bit. Melissa quickly threw one leg over top of mine to hold me in place. She started to scold.

“You hold still and take your punishment little boy. Since you can’t behave like a big boy, I’ll have to treat you like a little boy. And little boys need their bare bottoms spanked regularly. I have a feeling this is not the last time I’ll have to put you over my knee young man.”

I was being brave and trying to just take whatever she had to give me. But my ass hurt like hell! Just when I thought I might start crying, the spanking stopped. Melissa took me by the shoulders and guided me to sit on her lap. She held me and rubbed my stinging bottom. I was lost in the glow of her embrace, and the feeling in my bottom. Meanwhile my cock had become rock hard and was starting to drip.

Melissa took notice. Grabbing me gently, she said, “oh my, look at you. You’re about to have ANOTHER accident. We need to do something about this. Lie down in the bed.”

As she shifted me off her lap, the thought came rushing back to me - the diapers. I lay back on the bed just as Melissa bent down and slid a diaper from the package. I got a fantastic view of her ass peeking out of her nightgown. Coupled with the sight of her unfolding the diaper as she approached me, it was too much. My dick throbbed wildly with anticipation, pre-cum dripping down the shaft.

“Ok little one, it’s time to get you back in diapers so you don’t make anymore messes. You’re lucky I had this bag of pampers on hand.”

Why DID she have a bag of pampers in her apartment?? I started to wonder but was snapped out of it quickly as she moved closer to me.

“Lift that bottom,” Melissa instructed with a wide grin. I complied, and she slid the SDK under me. As I lowered my stinging bottom onto the soft padding with a distinctive crinkle, my cocked bounced wildly up and down. Melissa started pulling the diaper up between my legs, but hesitated as it brushed against my throbbing member.

“Hmm… this diaper isn’t going to fit over that thing.” She produced a bottle of baby oil from beneath the bed. Squirting some into her palm, she grabbed my cock and stroked me up and down. My hips thrusted and I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to burst. Melissa seemed to know too, as she pulled the diaper up against me.

“Oh my! Is mommy’s little boy going to make a big sticky mess in his diapie?” she cooed. The sensation of the padding against my cock and the crinkly plastic between my legs was too much - I groaned and shot hot ropes of cum into the diaper.

Melissa looked very satisfied as she reached for some baby wipes to clean me up. With my cock wiped down, she spread powder around my crotch liberally before pulling the diaper into place and fastening the tapes tightly. She smiled broadly and patted my padded crotch.

“You stay put, I’ll be right back,” she said rolling me over and slapping my diapered behind. She left the room and I finally had a moment alone with my thoughts.

My wildest fantasy had just been realized. I’d been spanked, stroked and diapered by a hot stern woman. I couldn’t believe my luck that Melissa had been so forward in initiating kinky sex. And that I’d been drunk enough to wet the bed…

I had nearly forgotten my humiliation from earlier. I was so puzzled by how I could have done that, and then i realized I was laying in a spot on the bare mattress that should have still been damp, but it was bone dry. Then I saw a small bowl on the night stand that seemed out of place. I peered into it to find it full of water.

Looking quizzically around the room, I then saw tucked in a corner of the closet, an open bag of Goodnites bed pads. It hit me all at once: I’d been set up!

To be continued…

[aldl4811]

Fantastic!!

[Babyqtboy]

Ok, definitely interested in reading more of this 

[christi]

That was awesome!  Thank you for sharing and I look forward to the next chapter.  ?

[giantessman]

Great story, cannot wait to read more. 

[Eagle0769]

Oh and what a set up. You were in my dreams. One of my favorite fantasies except for one more thing. :-)

[babybruce]

Great story, I am looking forward to more. Thanks.

 

[BabyBear85]

Thanks for the feedback. ?

Here’s a little more. 

Part 3

It finally made some sense. Melissa had set me up to wet the bed so she had an excuse to bring out some diapers. My initial reaction to this revelation was anger that I’d been taken advantage of, but then the diaper crinkled between my thighs and my cock pulsed. How could I be mad? My wildest dreams had come true!

The adrenaline had started to wear off and I was suddenly very sleepy. I brushed my hand over my padded bottom, and a feeling of security and bliss washed over me like I’d never before experienced. I let my heavy eyes close and nodded off to sleep. 

I couldn’t have been asleep more than ten minutes or so before I was awakened to Melissa sliding back in bed and snuggling me. She wrapped one arm around my waist and gently rubbed by diapered butt with her other hand. 

“Good morning sleepy head. I made us some breakfast.” I opened my eyes slightly, but wasn’t eager to shed her warm embrace. Her left hand stayed on my bottom, while her right hand drifted toward my crotch. Giving both sides of my diaper a little squeeze, Melissa cooed “Good boy keeping your diapies nice and dry.”

I could feel the heat in my cheeks as I blushed crimson. Blood also rushed to my cock and it started to strain against the padding that encased it. 

Melissa suddenly and sharply slapped my butt, catching the edge of the diaper as well as the little bit of my exposed skin. “Come on diaper boy, let’s get some breakfast in that tummy.”

As the smack landed, I was reminded of the sound spanking I’d received only moments ago. My ass was still sore, and not wanting a repeat performance so soon, I quickly and obediently hopped out of bed. Melissa helped me into my t-shirt, but kicked my pants into a corner of the room with a sly smile. It was clear my diaper was to stay exposed during breakfast. I smiled too, and followed Melissa to the kitchen. 

I sat down gingerly on the wooden kitchen chair, the sting spreading across my sore bottom. Melissa let a giggle escape as I winced. I playfully stuck my younger out at her. “Hey watch it mister,” she retorted pointing a stern finger in my direction, “I won’t hesitate to put you back over my knee.”

I smirked, “Promise?”

“Promise,” she smiled back, “Now be a good boy and eat your breakfast.” She set a plate of eggs, bacon and toast in front of me. I half expected her to come behind me and tie a bib around my neck. Bringing coffee and juice to the table, she sat across from me and we both started eating. 

“So I couldn’t help noticing the bowl of water on your nightstand,” I said, working up my nerve. “That have anything to do with my little accident??” I put air quotes around ‘accident.’

Now it was her turn to blush and stammer. “Well… maybe a little,” she said. “But how else was I going to get you into that cute little diaper? It does look super cute on you by the way…”

My mouth went dry again. This was all too good to be true. I reached for my coffee and took a big gulp. 

“And besides,” Melissa said, “I needed an excuse to give you a proper spanking, not just a cutesy little birthday spanking.”

“Oh really?” I countered, “and what makes you think I needed a ‘proper spanking?’”

“Oh please, all boys need spankings! But besides that, I had a sneaking suspicion you might enjoy it. Given your reaction last night, I think I was right.”

“Uh huh,” I nodded smiling, “and the diapering, you thought I would enjoy that too I suppose?”

“I’ve had a hunch for a while now that you might be…” Melissa trailed off for a moment and looked down poking her breakfast with her fork. 

“ABDL??” I filled in the blank for her. She stared at me in anticipation, biting her bottom lip. “Well you weren’t wrong…”

“I knew it!” she blurted out. I blushed fiercely and giggled nervously. Screwing up my courage I asked, “so then… you are too?”

Melissa blushed back at me and nodded. “I’ve been wearing diapers on my own for a while, but lately have been wanting someone to diaper instead. What about you?” she pried, “Is this your first time back in diapers?”

“Well, sort of,” I said. “I’ve gone through a few packs of Goodnites, but haven’t had the nerve to actually order any ABDL diapers.” Proudly tugging up my waistband, I offered, “These Super Dry Kids are pretty fun.”

“Aren’t they?!” Melissa replied excitedly, “although I have to say your little butt must look especially cute in pull-ups too.”

“Tee hee, you’re right about that. But they’re not nearly as comfy as these ones,” I said patting and crinkling my crotch. “But wait a minute, back up… you spanked me so hard for wetting the bed, and it wasn’t even my fault! That’s not fair.”

“Hmm… that’s a good point,” she said hesitantly. “Are you suggesting that I need to be punished to even things out?”

“Damn right I am!”

“Watch your language little boy!” Melissa responded, making sure I knew she was still in full command of the situation. “Alright, finish your breakfast, then we can talk about evening the score.”

I grinned and gulped down the rest of my coffee. We finished eating, trading stories about our desires for and experiences in diapers. As the coffee and juice worked their way through me, I started feeling an urge to pee. Melissa began taking dishes to the sink, so I stood and started toward the bathroom. 

“Excuse me, where do you think you’re going?” she asked. 

“I have to go to the bathroom,” I said reflexively. 

“No you don’t.”

There was silence for a moment. Then she said “Use your diaper silly baby.”

After our breakfast conversation, I didn’t need much more encouragement. Standing there, I let go and soaked my diaper. The padding did its job and swelled around me. The squishy warm feeling between my legs was wonderful. My cock stiffened and pressed into my now sagging diaper. 

Satisfied with the state of the kitchen, Melissa approached me and quickly squeezed my wet crotch. “Good boy. Not quite wet enough though. We’ll change you later. We have another matter to attend to.”

Taking my hand she led me back into the bedroom. Again pulling the chair from her vanity, she placed it in the middle of the room. This time, though, she took my shoulders and guided me to sit. My bottom stung still, especially pressed against the soggy diaper, but my throbbing cock distracted me. 

“Now then,” Melissa said, “I played a mean prank on you and then punished you unfairly.  I think it’s my turn to be spanked.”

She stepped to my right side and leaned forward across my lap, gently raising her night gown as she bent over. I wasted no time hooking my thumbs in the waistband of her silky panties and baring her round waiting bottom…

[christi]

Oh this was a great addition, thanks for sharing!  I'm looking forward to watching these two switch back and forth.  ?

[aldl4811]

Yes!

[adot]

Fabulous! Finally something appealing in the morass. 

[BabyBear85]

Glad some folks are enjoying this! Here’s another chapter- forewarning it gets a little steamy after breakfast is over… ?

Part 4

With Melissa’s bare bottom on display sprawled across my lap, I took a moment to enjoy the view. She was gifted with a great ass, round and firm. Wrapping my left arm around her waist, I started caressing her butt gently with my right hand. I let my fingers drift across her crack and dipped one between her thighs. As I started rubbing her pussy, she gasped and thrust her hips toward my hand. 

Quickly, I cocked my hand back and gave her a solid smack. Melissa’s weight dropped back over my knee, and she moaned. I brought my palm down again in rapid succession, pinkening her cheeks and eliciting further moans. I took another moment to enjoy the view. 

Rubbing her pink bottom, I again teased her pussy which was getting quite wet. 

After another ten firm swats, and I paused again. Resting my hand on her now red butt, I said, “We’re evening the score here, right? If so, you sure gave me a good dose with that nasty hairbrush…”

Melissa turned her head to look up at me. Her other cheeks were red too as she bit her lip and nodded eagerly. I reached back to the vanity and grabbed the brush. I wasted no time delivering a sharp smack to the center of her sit spots. Melissa moaned deeply. I looked down to see her still looking up at me. Keeping eye contact, I spanked her again. I realized how turned on she was getting by watching me spank her. I decide to give her a show. 

Turning my attention back to her bottom, I spanked in earnest. I held her tightly against my lap as her hips started to buck. As her bottom grew redder, I loosened my grip and and slid a finger back between her thighs. Her pussy was dripping. My cock had been throbbing this whole time, but now it ached. 

I finished with a flurry of smacks and, satisfied with the bright red color of Melissa’s bottom, I stood her up. I discovered a puddle of her juices on my bare thigh. Taking my cues from her performance earlier that morning, I chided, “Uh oh, you had a little accident. What are we gonna do about that?”

Melissa pouted, sticking out her bottom lip, a smile curling in the corners of her mouth. After a moment, she turned and waddled over to her dresser with her panties still around her knees. Bending down and opening the bottom drawer - and giving me a spectacular view of her pert, red butt - she produced an open package of girls Goodnites. 

She drew a pull-up from the bag and let her panties fall to the floor. She walked back over to me and handed me the diaper saying “Help?”

Taking it from her and smiling broadly, I stretched out the pull-up and held it for her to step into. Melissa put her hands on my shoulders and stared into my eyes as I slid her diaper up her bare legs. I stopped as the waistband brushed against the bottom of her ass. She bit her lip and breathed deeply. Looking beyond her to the mirror across the room, I had an amazing view of her well-spanked bottom being gently hugged by the pink Goodnite. 

My cock pulsed and strained against my own squishy diaper (I had nearly forgotten it was there). Returning my gaze to Melissa’s spectacular tits, I put my hand deeply between her legs and massaged her clit. As she moaned, I moved both hands to her barely diapered bottom and pulled her crotch toward my face. I leaned in and went to town. Her juices ran all over my chin and she howled wildly. I squeezed her butt harder, knowing she could climax at any moment. 

Suddenly, Melissa grabbed me by the hair and pulled me toward the bed. I tumbled backward, my diaper crinkling and squishing as I hit the still bare mattress. Melissa pulled back my waistband and reached in for my cock. Scooping up the nearby baby oil, she knelt on the mattress lifting her nightgown as she did. With one hand still inside my diaper, she swung her leg across me and stuck her pussy right in my face. I grabbed her ass with both hands again and sucked and licked and licked and sucked. 

Melissa was screamed in ecstasy when I started spanking her again. She meanwhile managed to keep teasing my cock, making it drip with anticipation. I then suddenly felt a steam of oil shoot into my diaper, and Melissa’s hand wrap tightly around my member. It didn’t take long for me to add to the sticky squish I had already been sitting in. 

Meanwhile, Melissa climaxed violently on my face, my cheeks and chin covered in her.

We collapsed in a heap and passed out. 

[Eagle0769]

A spanking for two I like that.

Great chapter supersized he didn't enter her or she didn't sit on his dick. ?

[christi]

A good addition, thanks for sharing!

[Spanky]

What an awesome story.   I love it. As strict as Melissa is,  I  think that the Birthday boy will be getting another good spanking on his sore bottom before the story is over. 

[BabyBear85]

I won’t have time to update over the weekend, so here’s a short bit to tide you over. Hope everyone has a great weekend!

Part 5

I woke up a few hours later. Sitting up to check the clock, I felt my diaper squish underneath me. What a way to wake up, I thought to myself. Turning to look for Melissa, I found her standing topless and pulling up a pair of jeans over her pull-ups. 

“Good morning sleepy head!” she cooed. “Or should I say good afternoon.” Sliding back onto the bed, she gave me a passionate kiss and pulled me into an embrace, resting my head against her bare breasts. I snuggled in and enjoyed the affection. 

Reaching down and patting my bottom, she said, “I have some errands to run, so we’d better get you in a clean diaper for your walk home.” I didn’t want to leave, but I had my own things to attend to on a Sunday afternoon so I grudgingly slipped out of her arms laid back on the bed. Hey, I thought, at least I’ll get to run my errands with a crinkly pamper under my jeans. 

Melissa quickly produced a fresh SDK along with the tub of wipes and baby powder. My mouth went dry again as I realized I was about to have my first diaper change since I’d been potty trained. Melissa seemed to sense my anticipation and took care to pet me gently, putting me completely at ease. As I relaxed, she methodically pulled the tapes and opened my sodden diaper. Melissa wiped my crotch clean, and I couldn’t help getting aroused again. 

She smiled and winked, then hooked an arm around my knees, lifting my legs and bottom off the bed. In this vulnerable position, as she wiped my bottom inside and out, my cock bounced to attention. Melissa removed the wet diaper and slid the clean one under me. She grabbed the powder and dusted my backside. Rubbing it into my skin, she took the opportunity to give me a few hard smacks in the process. 

“Ok bottom down,” she instructed letting my legs come down and my butt rest in the waiting pamper. My hard on had become quite large, and Melissa took note. “Tsk tsk,” she scolded, “you really are such a naughty little boy! We don’t have time for any of that nonsense.” She quickly shook powder liberally around my crotch and pulled the diaper up between my legs. Taping it snugly, she trapped my throbbing member in the soft padding. Quickly lifting my legs again she delivered a volley of spanks to my padded behind, “naughty, naughty, naughty, boy” punctuating each swat. 

My face was beet red as she lifted me to my feet. She smiled and tugged at my waistband adjusting my diaper and admiring her handiwork. “You may be naughty, but you’re awfully cute!” she said and pecked me on the cheek. I blushed even deeper. 

Melissa held open my jeans for me and I stepped in, holding onto her shoulders to balance. I felt very small as she pulled them up and fastened them over my diapers. I then noticed that she had finished washing the bed sheets, but saw no sign of my boxers. I guess I wouldn’t be needing them anyway… Melissa helped me into my t-shirt and patted my bottom. She handed me a backpack. 

“Now, I expect you in diapers every night this week. I ordered some to be delivered to your place, but they won’t be there for a few days, so I packed these up for you,” indicating the backpack. “There’s a few extras in case you need overnight changies,” she said with a smile. “Am I correct in assuming you have enough wipes and powder at home to get through the week?”

She was correct, so I nodded. 

“Good boy. I’ll come over on Friday night to babysit. If you’re a good boy all week and do as your told, we’ll have a really fun night. If not… well, I’ll still have fun but you might have a hard time sitting down,” reaching behind me and swatting my bum to make clear her warning. 

I grinned, “Sounds like fun either way. And what about you?” I asked, reaching for her ass, “what happens if you misbehave this week?”

“Ah ah,” she scolded, swatting at my hands, “That was a one-time thing. I’m in charge here.”

“Uh huh,” I said, “in charge and in pull-ups!” I tugged her Goodnites up above the waist of her pants. 

“Hmm…” Melissa said smiling, “maybe I’ll let you spank me again on MY birthday, next month.”

“Deal.”

“Now off you go diaper boy,” she walked me to the door, gave me a big kiss and several pats to my padded rear, and I was on my way, about to walk the streets of the city for the first time secretly diapered. 

[christi]

A nice little addition and scene transition.  Thanks for sharing.

[Spanky]

Great story.   Can't wait for more.

[BabyBear85]

Part 6
 

I stepped out onto the street acutely aware of the  crinkly pamper between my legs. My logical brain knew no one could here me rustling or notice the slight bulge in my jeans. But I still felt sure everyone around me could tell I was diapered. My cheeks blushed as I waddled slightly down the sidewalk. 

It was about mile walk back to my place, and my grocery store was along the way. I needed to stock the fridge for the week, so decided to make that stop. 

Grabbing a basket, I nearly forgot about my diaper once inside the noisy store. I made my way around the store grabbing the essentials. As I grabbed the last few items, I noticed the baby aisle, and was instantly reminded what kind of underwear I had on. 

Feeling bold, and suddenly turned on, I wandered over and found the aisle empty. I took my time walking past the Pampers and Huggies, enjoying the sweet scent and lamenting that they wouldn’t fit me. 

I was low on wipes, and considering the contents of my backpack, I figured I’d better grab a pack for the week. Dropping them in my basket I proceeded past the pull-ups toward my prize: the Goodnites. Looking up and down the aisle to see I was still alone, I scooped up a pack of Boys XL and bolted for the self check out. 

With my groceries bagged - and my diapers hidden safely at the bottom - I stepped back onto the street toward my high rise apartment. My grocery bags crinkled loudly, but I could definitely still hear my diaper crunching under my jeans. I loved it. 

I dropped off my groceries and turned to go back out for some other errands and pick up dinner. It didn’t occur to me to stop and use the restroom until I was in the elevator on the way back down. A smiled spread across my lips as I released into my diaper. This was bliss…

With my errands complete, I arrived back home with some take out for dinner, and a very soggy pamper. I had put the diapers Melissa packed for me in a neat stack on my night stand, but had kept one with me in the backpack while I was out in case I needed a change. Removing it and starting to unfold it, my phone buzzed. 

Melissa: Hey birthday boy! How’s your little backside? Still sore I hope, and better still be padded ?

I fell over myself texting back:

Me: Padded and soggy, thanks for asking. Only a little sore, I’m tough ?

Melissa: Aw my big tough boy! You better replace that soggy pamper  before you leak. And don’t forget, diapers to bed every night this week my little bedwetter!

Me: Yes ma’am. Thanks for the supplies you packed me. I picked up some pull-ups on my way home too, just in case I need extras. 

Melissa: You aren’t big enough for pull-ups yet, baby. You are to be diapered, period. If you run out of diapers you call me and I’ll bring you some more. No pull-ups mister ?

Me:?
Yes ma’am. 

Melissa: Good boy, now go change your diaper. ?

I obediently went about my task of changing. The rest of the evening was uneventful. Around 9:00, my phone buzzed again. 

Melissa: Are you getting your pajamas on little boy? It’s almost bedtime. 

Me: Yes, was just getting ready ?

Melissa: Good boy. Don’t forget to brush your teeth. And your diapers of course, we don’t want any more wet beds. 

Me: Yes ma’am, I still have my pampers on. 

Melissa: I need proof. 

I took the hint, tugged down my pajama bottoms and hiked up the waistband on my SDK. I snapped a pic and sent it off to Melissa. 

Melissa: Awwww good job sweetie. Are you behaving yourself and keeping your hands out of there??

Me: ?

Melissa: ? Don’t forget I’m coming to babysit on Friday and I’ll have my hairbrush handy in my diaper bag. Goodnight naughty boy ?

Me: I’ll try to behave… goodnight! xo

I gripped my cock tightly inside my diaper, closing my eyes and imagining  being back across Melissa’s knee with my diaper tugged down, my bottom stinging under the swing of her hairbrush. It didn’t take long for me to explode in my diaper and pass out in bed. 
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Monday and Tuesday were relatively uneventful aside from having to send Melissa diaper pics at bedtime each night to prove I was padded. I always woke up dry, but relieved myself before getting out of bed.  I’d sit in my mess through breakfast and enjoy it as long as I could before showering and getting ready for work. 

On Wednesday night as I was getting ready for bed, I noticed there were only two diapers left. It was then that I realized I hadn’t checked my mail all week. Remembering Melissa had promised me a shipment of more diapers, I scurried to the elevator to see if I had any packages waiting. Sure enough, I found a notification in my mailbox for an oversized package in the mail room. I hustled over to claim it. 

The package was far larger than I was expecting. My heart pounded as I rode the elevator back upstairs, very eager to see what she had sent me. 

Back in my apartment, I hurriedly tore the box open. I was stunned to find a four large packages of Bambino diapers. I ripped open one bag and pulled out a diaper. The prints were adorable, but I quickly noticed that the Bambinos were a LOT thicker than the Super Dry Kids I’d been wearing all week. 

I quickly diapered myself, and waddled back to the rest of my new stash. Since I lived alone, I decided to display everything Melissa had sent me. I cleared off part of my bookshelf and piled the diapers high. There were so many! Mixing in my remaining SDKs, the bag of Goodnites, a bottle of powder and my package of Huggies wipes, I stood back impressed with my changing supplies. 

There were so many diapers!! Melissa clearly planned to keep me pampered for quite a while. I snapped a pic and sent her a text saying thanks. I couldn’t wait for Friday night…

[christi]

Well done, thanks for sharing.  ?

[Spanky]

Awesome story.   I can't wait to hear about Friday night.   I'm betting @BabyBear85 is going to be naughty ? 

[robertson]

Is it just me?

I wonder if we could have a sex story OR a babyfying" story?  Not both at the same time.  Why can't he just be treated like a baby without the sex side (which doesn't make logical sense)?

[adot]

Yes, just you. 

[christi]

Seems like there are a lot more non-sexual stories here but then my view may be a little biased since I like the sex stuff and it seems somewhat rare here.

[Spanky]

@BabyBear85we're waiting to hear about Friday night.